A Very Randy Promiscuous Widow 02
Author's note: thanks as always to KS for great editing.
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Hello, it's Pat, I'm back. In my first chapter, I told you how I refound my libido after losing my husband. That experience was a lovely lesbian one, including a hard fucking with a hard strap-on. In this chapter, I'll tell you how I rediscovered the beauty of a real cock!
It was two days after my lesbian fling with Rachel. It started at 9:00am. My husband and I had bought a flat to rent out, and I'd finally gotten round to having it redecorated after the last tenants left.
It was the boss of the small firm I had arranged the work with, who stood there in my doorway when I answered the bell. He was already in his overalls. He looked to be in his fifties and well-built and fit, due to his job. Before he spoke, his look appraised me. Not surprising, as I was only wearing a robe, underneath which I was very naked. And I hadn't been that careful in tying the sash at my waist. It gaped open much more than it should at the top, showing a good view of half of each of my tits. I had my hand on the robe's front edge just below the tie, and as his eyes reluctantly moved down from my tits, I instinctively pulled the edge a little bit away giving him a quick glance at the jungle between my thighs. When his glance came back to my face, he was smiling.
"Nice to meet you again, Pat." His voice was deep and resonant like my late hubby's. And like my hubby's, it brought a little shiver to my kitty.
"We should be finished and back by five pm. Will you be in?"
"I think so," I answered, ever so slightly breathlessly.
"Great." He smiled even wider. "We will get it all done today, so I'll need to come by to get the cheque."
As he said this, his eyes fell again to my tits. He couldn't fail to see my very hard nipples, pushing out again my robe.
I smiled weakly and closed the door. I breathed hard, trying to regain my composure. As I did, a trickle of cum ran down my thigh. I hadn't felt like this since my hubby died. My fling with Rachel had definitely started something.
As I walked to the kitchen to get a coffee, I remembered that my financial advisor was coming at 9:30am to talk about my investments. This realisation brought another trickle of woman juice down to my knee. Patrick Richards was a very confident, dominant man, who I suspected reflected this personality in his relationships with women. He would very much be in control. My nipples and cunt reacted positively to this thought. My hubby and I had occasionally role-played me being a submissive to my dominant husband, and it definitely got me going.
So I decided not to get dressed. I got my coffee and sat down at my kitchen table. I spread my legs and eased my arse as close as I could, to the edge of the chair. My left hand gently parted the huge bush of hair surrounding my lips, and my right hand ran fingers up and down my wet lips. I groaned, as a squelchy noise filled the kitchen when my finger slipped easily inside.
For minutes, I wanked myself steadily, bringing myself close to the edge of orgasm. The doorbell sounded much louder, than it normally did.
Usually, an interruption would have pissed me off being so close to cumming, but I smiled and brought my smelly fingers to my nose, as I got up and moved to the door.
When the door opened, Patrick had his mouth open to speak, but didn't get anything out. Again, I wasn't surprised. My robe was clearly open, right down the middle. Both my nipples were showing, as was most of my bush.
"Oh my heavens, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed in false shock, as I followed his eyes and saw what he was seeing.
"I had to rush out of the shower, and didn't have time to close my robe."
Patrick smiled, glancing up at my very dry hair.
"No problem," he said, smiling. "Shall we go in?"
I let my face go red and feigning being flustered, let him in and went to get him a hot coffee.
He was on the settee when I came back in. I acted very shy, not looking at him as I passed him his coffee, and went to sit down in the armchair opposite him.
He started to go through my investments. As he spoke, I began to slide slowly further down in my chair, my legs opening a little bit with each move, and my gown slipping further and further over my thighs.
By the time we had finished our discussion, my legs were spread wide, showing him my totally rampant cunt, and both my tits were naked with very hard nipples.
"I think that will be that. I project a good income from your shares in the next year."
He then paused, before adding in a slightly sterner tone of voice, "You do know you are behaving like a total slut, don't you Patricia?"
"What do you mean?" I feigned shock and embarrassment in my voice, again looking down at myself, as if I hadn't known what I was doing, and pulled my gown frantically together.
"If you aren't a slut, why have you been flashing your tits and cunt at me for the last half-an-hour? Stand up, and drop your robe."
The second sentence was a clear order. I moved, as if I was very reluctant. My tits and cunt, of course, were on fire. My nipples were so hard, they hurt, and juice was now constantly running down my thighs. I stood with my head down, and slowly dropped my robe.
"Come over here!" was the next command.
I shuffled over slowly. "Please don't touch me," I whispered quietly, letting my hair fall down over my face.
He said nothing in response. Without warning, two long, hard fingers penetrated my sopping fanny, and began a hard, fast finger-banging of me.
"Oh god!" I responded, my hips jerking forward and back in response,
"So, you're still not a slut?" he growled, his thumb pressing hard against my clit. "So why are you so fucking wet, and so fucking enjoying this?"
"Oh no, no, no!" I wailed, as my orgasm crashed over me. I stumbled forward, falling down next to him on the couch.
"Good position," he said, "get on your knees and hold the back of the settee."
I obeyed and waited. His hands gripped my waist firmly, and I screamed as he split me open. He was not overly big but thick, and he meant it.
"Take it all, you lovely slut!" he shouted, and fucked me fast and hard.
"Oh shit, shit, shit!" I shouted, my tits bouncing uncontrollably, with the power and speed of his thrusts.
I don't know how long it went on for, but it felt like at least fifteen minutes. He paused for breath a couple of times, but went on relentlessly, not stopping through my first and second cum. When he came, he let me know very loudly. I felt him swell and in the next second, he was flooding my pussy.
I stayed there, getting my breath back, while he panted on the couch next to me.
It was five minutes later, when he slowly got to his feet and gathered his clothes.
"I will email you with a date in six months for a review." The voice was his business-like tone, as if the last half-an-hour hadn't happened.
"Okay," I said, adopting my submissive tone again. Slowly, I got to my feet and got my robe.
