(Thanks to everyone for the great feedback to my stories. This latest one is quite different. To everyone expecting another story of another thirty something milf and her horny teenage son you may be disappointed. This thirty something blonde finds her true happy place underneath and on top of young black teenagers. She eventually gets involved in a web of cocaine, street gangs and young black cock. This story isn't for everyone. If you like this story then let me know. If it's just too much then get a life. Remember, you're just sitting in front of your computer reading a free fuck story.)
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The revolting old man with the big gut pulled down his pants and Inga could see the small sized cock hiding in the forest of pubic hair.
"Mrs Inga...you suck cock...now."
The revolting man, in his 60s, smelled just as bad as he looked. For some reason, men in the Middle East only bathed once a week. It was all she could do from vomiting. Even with all that was at stake, there was no way she was going to put that disgusting penis in her mouth. The gorgeous classy blonde gave the Arab oil minister a fake smile and bent over and pulled her panties down. She knew thankfully this would be over soon. Let this sickening man put his 3 inch cock inside her and it would be over in 30 seconds. Inga knew she had to play along with this charade. This was the major part of the agreement.
"I am so...horny...you put cock in and fuck me...please."
The man, reeking of body odor and alcohol, mounted the gorgeous long legged blonde from behind and with one thrust the man's tiny penis was inside...her...ASS! Shit! That wasn't in the plans. No man, not even her old husband has ever put his cock in Inga Swenson's tight ass before. The Swedish milf just lay there and soon this horrible experience will all be over.
"Fuck me...yes...more..."
Inga was at least thankful she didn't have to put her pretty mouth on that thing of his. The disgusting man, an Oil minister from some Middle East country pumped away and sure enough it was over in less than a minute.
"Mrs..Inga...yes...uhhhhhhhh!!"
Inga Swenson, 37 year old blonde beauty from Sweden could feel the man's semen erupting inside her ass. The blonde beauty closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. It was no use. the stench from the man filled the room. Just then the oil minister pulled out and thankfully it was over.
As the old Arab man left the room the long legged milf grabbed her clothes and put on her shorts and top. An hour long shower hopefully will get rid of the smell and the disgusting semen in her asshole. Inga could hear the man talk to one of his associates in the other room in some middle East language. Inga's husband Bjorn Swenson then spoke up.
"Was...everything...satisfactory for the minister?"
"Yes...the minister tells me...your wife was satisfactory...as usual."
"Well, then, I guess we have a deal?"
"Yes."
Inga Swenson was smart enough to know what she had just done. The 37 year old wife of Bjorn Swenson, president of the European Oil Union had just saved the world from a major oil crisis. Stock markets all over the world responded to the great news that the oil cartel had just doubled production and had dropped the price of oil $20 dollars a barrel. Her husband's European oil company had just made billions of dollars, just because the former Miss Sweden had let some disgusting Arab from the Middle East put his cock in her ass.
For her part in this annual meeting of the oil cartel Inga's husband would end up buying her something very nice for her efforts. Several years ago he bought her a Ferrari convertible. Last year the old guy sprang for a new vacation home overlooking the city of Lisbon . Inga wondered what Bjorn would get her this year. For that disgusting old Arab to put his 3 inch cock inside her first class asshole, the old fella better come up with something extra special.
At 79, Bjorn Swenson was one of the richest men in the world. The oil magnate was in his early 60s when he had married Inga Swenson, then the reigning Miss Sweden. Just a late teenager, Inga Swenson had given up a promising career as a high class fashion model to marry one of the richest men in the world. The marriage was one of convenience for the old fart. He had made his teenage bride sign a prenuptial agreement saying that if the gorgeous blonde beauty ever left him or ever had an affair the marriage was over and she was to receive nothing.
The young Swedish teenager had figured out early in her marriage that she had made a huge mistake. But she had decided to make the best of a bad situation, go to college, then law school. At least the years of school got her out of the huge empty house and helped her make some friends her age. After law school Inga became the corporate attorney for her husband's company, helping steer the company out of various lawsuits and an occasional scandal. The company had procured major drilling contracts in the Arctic and the Middle East, thanks to her expertise in environmental law.
The past 10 years, Inga's marriage was sexless. Even in it's early years, Inga's marriage was never very good. The old guy, even with Viagra and a penis implant, couldn't perform. Once a year, old Bjorn would have to meet with the oil cartel and his beautiful blonde wife was paraded around like a prize. Her husband's oil company would get major concessions and drilling contracts in the billions just because his gorgeous wife Inga had sucked some oil minister's cock or fucked some Arab prince.
Everything changed several months ago when Bjorn Swenson had a heart attack and died suddenly. Many of the bigwigs in the oil business thought that the Bjorn's young blonde wife had given him a heart attack in bed. At least the old guy died a happy man! Nothing was further from the truth. For years Inga was instrumental in helping her husband get sweetheart oil deals. But besides her corporate know how, she had felt for the last ten years she was nothing more than just a high class prostitute. But now the old geezer is gone.
For Inga's role in the recent meeting of the oil cartel Bjorn Swenson had changed his will. Luckily the papers were filed several weeks before his sudden death. Her husband had cut the percentage of his estate for his first family, and ended up giving his second wife Inga 51 percent of his vast estate. Inga Swenson, 37 year old gorgeous long legged blonde beauty from Sweden, became one of the richest women in the world.
The smoking hot blonde with the business background was now in line to be president of the European Oil Union. But she wanted nothing to do with anything in the oil business anymore. She quickly sold her controlling interest in the company for over a billion dollars. Inga Swenson wanted a normal life far away from the Swedish paparazzi and tabloids. She wanted to go somewhere where she could live out her life in anonymity.
The oldest of two sisters, Inga Swenson had the classic Nordic features of women from her part of the world. Her high cheekbones, big steel blue eyes and long blonde hair, and flawless skin made her look a few years younger than her actual 37. Her long legs, slim body, and big tits made her look spectacular in a pair of shorts or a cocktail dress. She was now on the short list as one of the most desirable women in the world. Eligible men from all over Europe were lining up to ask her out once she got over the shock of her husband's death.
The beautiful blonde widow, now alone at 37, decided to rent a Lear jet with a private pilot and do a little traveling. She spent several months traveling the world looking for a place far from Sweden to settle down. After many stops on several continents Inga Swenson finally found the perfect place she wanted to live. When she saw the estates at Majestic Bluffs, just north of San Diego, high in the hills overlooking the Pacific Ocean, she knew she had found exactly what she was looking for. Inga saw the new house sitting on the very top of the bluff, far away from the others. The price tag was millions more than the others in Majestic Bluffs but Inga knew this is where she wanted to live.
Several weeks after she signed the papers the moving truck pulled up to the huge house at Majestic Bluffs. The blonde beauty, in a pair of white short shorts and a white halter top, was there to meet the moving men. Inga had decided that she wanted nothing, no furniture, no pictures, nothing from her previous life. Today she had her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. The white halter top showed her ample cleavage to the four twenty something Mexican men who would be moving all her new furniture into the huge house.
"Yes. Put that couch in the living room...no...pointing that way. Now the bed...yes in that room."
It had taken the 4 young moving men almost 4 hours to get everything into the house just the way that the blonde Swedish milf wanted it. There would definitely be more stuff to fill in later on but for the most part she was done. Tonight Inga Swenson was going to sleep in her brand new house for the first time!
On such a hot day the four young Hispanic men had asked Inga if it was okay to take their shirts off. She sight of 4 young shirtless males in their early 20s made the blonde widow's pussy start to moisten. Having gone without any meaningful sex for years, Inga Swenson found she was getting more than a little aroused looking at the washboard abs of the 4 Mexican movers. A part of her told her she should invite the 4 twenty somethings to stay for lunch and maybe, just maybe something might happen. But just then one of the moving men came over with a clipboard and had her sign the moving agreement.
"Is that all, Mrs Swenson? Is there anything else the four of us can do for you?"
The boss of the four man crew looked to be in his early 20s. The good looking Mexican boy had the start of a goatee. Inga was now excited as hell standing next to the shirtless boy with the washboard abs. The smoking hot long legged widow looked at the boy through her sunglasses and decided to give it a shot.
"Can you boys...stay for lunch? That way I try out... new barbeque."
"No ma'am. We have another job on the other side of town. We have to get it done by tonight or we will be in big trouble with the company."
Inga had mixed feelings about the boy's response. Part of her was actually relieved that the 4 movers couldn't stay. But part of her knew that someday soon she had do do something about her lack of male companionship. The Swedish beauty reached into her pocket and gave the Mexican boy a wad of hundred dollar bills.
"Here, Split this up with the others."
"Gratias ma'am."
