Paul parked the car and walked into the lobby of the apartment block. It was a rainy Sunday evening and he felt cold and a little grumpy. He was also feeling very horny. He had been surfing porn sites on the web when his wife had called upstairs and asked him to drive over to her friend Jane's apartment to collect some magazines.
He took the lift to the sixth floor and rang the doorbell. To his surprise, it was opened by his friend Anne who grinned expectantly at him. Anne was a slim attractive woman in her early 30s with dark shoulder length hair and an aura of sensuality about her that Paul loved. The last time they had meet Anne had shagged him senseless as his 65th birthday present and his balls had ached for days afterwards! He felt his penis twitch and grow at the thought of their last meeting.
"Hello Anne, this is a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?" Paul asked with a grin.
"Oh Jane and I were just having a girl's night in." she replied. "She has just had to go out for a little while. She said you were to wait. Come on through to the kitchen and I'll make us some coffee."
As Paul followed Anne into the kitchen his eyes lingered on the swing of her hips. She was an absolute joy to walk behind! As she turned to face him, Paul placed his hands on Anne's shoulders and forced her to her knees. "On your knees woman, you've got a job of work to do!!" Anne looked up at him in surprise. "Supposing Jane comes back? I'm not sure we should do this now." she protested. Paul smiled grimly "If she does come back, she'll just have to wait her turn!" Anne giggled and pulling down his zipper inserted her hand and released Paul's erect penis.
She held the shaft and started to eagerly lick around the head of his dick and up and down the outside. She stopped suddenly looking up at Paul. "I'm still not sure we've time for a proper blow job." she said nervously. "Don't talk with your mouth full!" Paul exclaimed and Anne obediently took his cock into her mouth and began to give her full attention to the task in hand!
Paul reached down, entwined his fingers in Anne's long hair, and held her head firmly. He started to move his hips backwards and forwards forcing his dick in and out of Anne's mouth. Anne gagged momentarily then valiantly took Paul's deep throat.
Paul stopped suddenly, withdrew his penis, and helped Anne to her feet. "Anne I need you so badly. I want to bury my cock deep in your cunt and shag the arse off you!!" So saying, he turned Anne around and made her bend face down over the kitchen table with her arms outstretched. He lifted her skirt to expose her firm rounded buttocks encased in silken cream-coloured french knickers.
The knickers were of the type that were lose around the crutch and Paul could see the lips of Anne's glorious vagina peeping at him. The sight excited him beyond belief and without ceremony he positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy and pushed hard to bury himself fully and deeply into her.
Anne gasped and grabbed the edges of the table as Paul started his urgent thrusting in and out of her. "For goodness sake Paul slow down and let me catch up with you" she exclaimed urgently, but Paul knew his own orgasm was so near and so urgent that he could not hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he climaxed.
Just as Paul's dick went limp and he slipped from inside Anne, they heard the front door open and Jane's voice calling. Anne jumped up and fled into the next room and Paul had just enough time to zipper-up and be seated at the table when Joan came into the kitchen. "Hello Paul, I thought that was your car outside. Where's Anne?" As Paul tried to gather his wits to respond, Anne strolled back into the kitchen. Paul marvelled at her composure. She looked so calm and collected. No one would ever know that a few minutes earlier she had been forcibly taken doggie-fashion across the kitchen table.
Joan smiled in greeting "Hello Anne. I'm sorry, but I need to go out again for a little while. Do you mind keeping Paul entertained until I get back? I won't be that long."
