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Putting My Naughty Lodger In My Tight Behind : Anal MILFs 8

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Copyright © 2018 by Tori Westwood

This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters 18+.

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About This Book: I cut my lodger Kevin’s hair in my private studio out back, but when I whip the robe off him at the end of his trim I discover he’s been playing with himself the whole time without me knowing!

The second I lay eyes on it I know I have to have it. It’s been so long. But Kevin has a thing for my behind and who am I to deny him. It might be nice to try it for the first time. Give me all you've got, Kevin!

Read An Excerpt “You don’t want my help?” I said. “You don’t want to help me?”

“I d—do,” he stammered.

“Then let me help you,” I said, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Kevin looked like he couldn’t believe his luck. I stared into his open legs and I looked at those delicious balls of his that hung off the hilt of that thick cock.

I shuffled forwards and looked up into his face with a smile, taking his cock in my hand and watching him go tense with fear and excitement.

I licked my full lips and opened them wide, pointing the barrel of his flesh towards my face and clasping my mouth over him.

Kevin’s deep moan made the juices rush to my pussy and I moaned back, squeezing my big tits as I started to jerk him between my lips.

“This is such a delicious cock,” I gasped, yearning to give him the confidence he needed to get me off.

“You like it?” he said, looking down his naked body at me.

“I love it,” I purred and, as if to solidify the sentiment, I drove him right to the back of my throat as far as I could.

He closed his eyes and moaned as my throat tightened around the tip of his cock, then I pulled him out of me and ran my thick saliva all the way along his length until it shone under the lights.

“I wanna see more of you,” he said now.

“More of me?”

“It that’s okay?”

“Of course,” I said, standing up. “What more do you want to see?”

I was one step ahead of him so I’d started to unbutton my jeans already, but I have to it the response surprised me.

“Your ass,” he said.

“Just my ass?”

“Your … uhmm … your asshole.”

I froze as I stared at him, and there was a silence in the room. Gradually a smile spread across my face.

“You are a naughty boy,” I said, then I thought back to that website of his I’d found. “Got a thing for asses?” I said, my mind abuzz.

He nodded simply, biting his lower lip as I started to push my tight jeans over my big ass.

“I hope you like mine,” I said and I turned away from him and looked back over my shoulder.

I teased the pants down sexily over my butt, showing off the skimpy, thin material that barely covered my modesty.

I hopped out of my pants and moved back up to my panties, slipping my thumbs down the inside of the hips.

Kevin was working his cock as he watched, focused solely on my ass now. I slid the fabric over my smooth skin and watching his pupils fatten with lust as the panties slid down my leg and I bent over.

He let out a whimper of approval as he looked into the crack of my ass, then he did something I really didn’t expect.

Without a word he lunged forwards and gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his face.

“Kevin!” I cried, but when I felt his tongue start to lap over my asshole the shock turned quickly to pleasure.

Putting My Naughty Lodger in My Tight Behind : Anal MILFs 8 I’d been cutting Kevin’s hair since he moved in to help with the bills several months ago, but it was no stretch of linguistics to say that day’s haircut was unlike any that either of us had ever experienced.

He’d asked for a cut only a few days previously, needing it in time for his nineteenth birthday that was happening that weekend. My husband was at work and I’d finally found some time in the day to deal with him.

“Free for an hour?” I asked, peering into his room at around ten o’clock in the morning.

The sheets shuffled quickly and his head peered out over the top.

“Uh-huh,” he said, and I knew better than to linger.

“See you out there,” I said, leaving quickly.

We had a building outback that we’d converted years ago into my own little salon, with a pool-table and sofas for entertaining when necessary.

I was really proud of the place and I used it to cut the hair of many of the neighborhood guys as well as some of my husband’s friends and colleagues. It

even got to the point where Kevin was bringing his friends over to get a haircut. Day-by-day it was paying for itself, and I’d always enjoyed cutting hair.

One of the reasons Kevin’s friends would come over was apparently down to the fact that many of them had the hots for me. My husband had overheard them talking one evening in Kevin’s room and had decided to tell me to give me a boost of confidence. It really worked. It was nice to know that I could still tempt people half my age with my womanly curves. Those hours in the gym didn’t go unnoticed.

I heard Kevin come down the stairs a few minutes later in his dressing gown and I opened the backdoor and headed up to the salon ahead of him.

“Would you like some breakfast after?” I said, looking back as he sleepily staggered up the garden path.

“Thanks Mrs. Green,” he said, his throat a little raspy.

“Were you out last night?”

“It was a quiet one with some friends,” he said with a yawn.

“Get in here you animal,” I teased, ruffling his hair as he walked in.

He slipped his feet along the ground and sat heavily in the chair.

“The usual?” I said, toying with his locks and looking at his face in the mirror.

He seemed a little put-out as he stared back, but eventually he composed himself.

“Uh-huh,” he said.

I flung the cover-sheet over him to stop the hair from getting on his gown and tied it at his neck with the Velcro.

“You’re talkative this morning,” I teased, spraying some water on his hair and combing it through.

He looked up at me timidly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mrs. Green,” he said, and I became nervous suddenly. “Your shirt is kinda …”

I moved aside and looked at my reflection, noticing immediately that some of the buttons at the top had popped open and you could see a good chunk of my big tits and white, laced bra.

“Whoops!”

I laughed as I moved away, covering myself back up briskly.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said, raising an eyebrow to him as I returned in behind him.

He swallowed hard, as though he knew I was talking about those dirty websites that I’d found on our laptop that time.

From then on the haircut continued as normal, or so I thought. Kevin would make these movements with his hands under the covers and I presumed at the time he was just batting the hair down onto the floor.

Every so often though I’d look at his reflection in the mirror and he’d have this serene, almost blissful look on his face, looking kind of sleepy.

“You okay?” I asked, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Uh-huh,” he said suddenly, startling.

I looked down over his shoulder to see something protruding up against the sheet. At first I thought nothing of it, but when I watched a hand move at either

side of the bulge I started to get ideas.

I said nothing, but now all I could think about was Kevin’s hard cock sat beneath the fabric. Suddenly his expressions and movements made sense to me. I cut his hair in silence, with a sinful idea in mind for when I was finished.

Now, usually, my routine is to grab the smaller mirror and show him the back of his head for approval, but this time I’d do no such thing.

I gave him the final few snips from my scissors and then set them down carefully on the table beneath the mirror.

Kevin’s hand was moving subtly beneath the cover and I moved around behind him again. In my head I practiced the quick movements I’d have to make to uncover him.

When I was sure I’d got everything straight in my mind I set to action. In a flash I ripped open the back of his gown and pulled it back off him like I was removing a table cloth and leaving the plates and cutlery in place.

Immediately afterwards I took a step closer to him and peered down over his shoulder, getting an eyeful of his hard cock that was held in his fist. It looked way bigger than I anticipated it and the sight of it made me drool. It had been some time since I’d seen a cock that wasn’t my husband’s. It was fair to say I wanted it instantly.

It took Kevin way too long to realize what had happened, and I even got a quick look at him still jerking it before he realized he’d been revealed to me.

When he did his arms flapped like something from a cartoon, desperately pulling the gown over his modesty.

“What have we here?” I said, putting my hands on his shoulders and my mouth close to his ear. “Have you been playing with that thing the entire time?”

He straightened his back and looked at my reflection with fear in his eyes.

“Don’t be scared,” I hushed, my lips close to him. “I liked what I saw.”

He swallowed hard and glanced back at me in disbelief.

“What? I’m not allowed to enjoy the sight of your big, hard cock?”

His eyes flashed open wide with surprise at the words. “It’s … big?”

“Trust me, honey,” I said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

He seemed to brim with pride suddenly.

“So are you gonna show me how you work it?”

“Mrs. Green?”

“Well, I’m assuming from the lack of mess that you still have some work to do down there?”

He cleared his throat.

“Did you come?” I asked more directly.

He paused for a moment. “No.”

“Then you must really want to.”

He looked back at me, scrutinizing my face as though he was trying to determine if this was on big joke.

“Do it,” I goaded.

“You want me to come?”

“Would you like my help?” I asked, and slowly I unbuttoned those same buttons that were open before.

I could practically see the arousal return to his body.

“Would you like that?” I asked, and I popped open another button.

He was transfixed on my tits as more and more of the pure skin became revealed.

“Oh you like these, do you?” I smirked, rattling them up and down with my hands.

He nodded.

“Pull out your cock again,” I said, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “and I’ll show you these big tits for real.”

Kevin whipped open each side of his gown until I could see his entire impressive frame. His pecs were molded and his stomach was rippled with muscles. Below that was his pubic hair that had been cut close, and beneath that was the object I sought most of all. His big, delicious, untainted cock.

“That’s what I want,” I said, standing back away from him and unfastening my shirt.

He took a deep breath and wrapped his hand around his cock as I pulled my shirt back off my body, unclasping my bra soon after.

I span the chair now so he could look right at me, standing in front of him and holding my big tits together for his inspection.

His hand worked slowly over his length and he started to up his pace as I played with my breasts in front of him.

“Starting off a little fast there aren’t we?” I said, taking his arm and slowing him down.

I realized then that I wanted much more than to see him come. My juices had already begun to flow for him, but I knew how wrong and dangerous it was to fuck him.

“You don’t want my help?” I said. “You don’t want to help me?”

“I d—do,” he stammered.

“Then let me help you,” I said, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Kevin looked like he couldn’t believe his luck. I stared into his open legs and I looked at those delicious balls of his that hung off the hilt of that thick cock.

I shuffled forwards and looked up into his face with a smile, taking his cock in my hand and watching him go tense with fear and excitement.

I licked my full lips and opened them wide, pointing the barrel of his flesh towards my face and clasping my mouth over him.

Kevin’s deep moan made the juices rush to my pussy and I moaned back, squeezing my big tits as I started to jerk him between my lips.

“This is such a delicious cock,” I gasped, yearning to give him the confidence he needed to get me off.

“You like it?” he said, looking down his naked body at me.

“I love it,” I purred and, as if to solidify the sentiment, I drove him right to the back of my throat as far as I could.

He closed his eyes and moaned as my throat tightened around the tip of his cock, then I pulled him out of me and ran my thick saliva all the way along his length until it shone under the lights.

“I wanna see more of you,” he said now.

“More of me?”

“It that’s okay?”

“Of course,” I said, standing up. “What more do you want to see?”

I was one step ahead of him so I’d started to unbutton my jeans already, but I have to it the response surprised me.

“Your ass,” he said.

“Just my ass?”

“Your … uhmm … your asshole.”

I froze as I stared at him, and there was a silence in the room. Gradually a smile spread across my face.

“You are a naughty boy,” I said, then I thought back to that website of his I’d found. “Got a thing for asses?” I said, my mind abuzz.

He nodded simply, biting his lower lip as I started to push my tight jeans over my big ass.

“I hope you like mine,” I said and I turned away from him and looked back over my shoulder.

I teased the pants down sexily over my butt, showing off the skimpy, thin material that barely covered my modesty.

I hopped out of my pants and moved back up to my panties, slipping my thumbs down the inside of the hips.

Kevin was working his cock as he watched, focused solely on my ass now. I slid the fabric over my smooth skin and watching his pupils fatten with lust as the panties slid down my leg and I bent over.

He let out a whimper of approval as he looked into the crack of my ass, then he did something I really didn’t expect.

Without a word he lunged forwards and gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his face.

“Kevin!” I cried, but when I felt his tongue start to lap over my asshole the shock turned quickly to pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” I purred, and I put a hand on his head and held him in place.

Kevin washed his tongue over my clean knot, sliding messily over it with an exuberance I didn’t know he possessed.

“You really like asses, huh?” I moaned in disbelief.

He pulled his face back and split my cheek, staring into my stretched muscle. “I love them,” he said.

He pointed his tongue and pushed forwards, sending an inch of it inside me and stirring within until the muscle began to relax.

“Ever fucked a girl in the ass before?” I asked, feeding off his depravity.

“Never,” he answered, greedily flurrying his tongue over my pucker.

“Don’t stop,” I said, deciding there and then that he was gonna be the first to fuck my ass. But there was something I wanted from him first.

Kevin continued in earnest and I moved my hand between my legs to tickle at my clit, massaging the pleasure out of me in waves that made me moan.

He let out a slap over my ass, as though he’d seen it before in a movie. It made me tense and sent a jolt of bliss through me that I soothed out with my fingers, spinning them over my stiffening clit.

“That’s it,” I moaned, feeling the juices start to break at my core.

Kevin slid his tongue down and tickled over my petals now, tasting the sweetness of my honey-pot before riding back up to my asshole.

I worked faster over my pussy, closing my eyes and moaning as my tits hung beneath me. In no time at all I started to spasm at intervals, my muscles tightening as I held my breath to concentrate.

“Don’t stop!” I said again, grunting out the order.

I worked quicker over my swelling pussy as Kevin’s tongue battered my ass, toying and circling around the knot that seemed to grow wider and wider with each ing second.

“Oh, Mrs. Green,” he said, coming back off me and watching my fingers play between my legs.

“Put your tongue back on my ass,” I growled, feeling the waves of orgasm approach.

Kevin did as instructed, flattening it over the knot and then making a point with it to pierce my tight hole.

I started to convulse wildly and I felt my asshole twitch and my pussy throb. The climax exploded out of me, announced by a guttural moan that damn-near brought the salon down.

Kevin gave me another slap that kicked my orgasm along, as though he’d whipped the flank of a horse on its approach the finish-line.

My fingers worked faster as my eyes winced closed and my mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Oh, Kevin,” I whimpered breathlessly.

My vision swirled with color and I felt a satisfaction like no other as the strange sensation of his wet tongue in my ass continued.

When it had almost fled me completely I turned to him, looking down dreamily. I straddled his legs and gave him a deep kiss, thanking him with my tongue that started to circle around his own.

As we kissed I gripped his cock and pumped it viciously, not wanting the moment to end there.

“I want it in my ass now,” I purred, and I moved to the set of draws that sat under the table.

I found a pot of Vaseline and I splayed a finger full of it over my knot, taking more of it and working it over his pole.

“This will help,” I said, smoothing it along his length.

His cock looked even more delicious now and I span back around to face my ass to him, climbing up on the footrest and angling my ass towards him.

“Stick it in me,” I begged, moving down slowly on him so he had time to position himself.

Kevin held his cock and pointed it towards his favorite hole, then I descended on it gradually, making sure it was in the right spot before we fully committed.

He stayed still as I dropped on him, then I took his cock from him to put it exactly where I needed it.

I found my greased asshole and I held him against it, dropping quickly so as not to miss the target. I felt him begin to slide into me slowly and then, for the first time, I started to experience what it was like to have a cock in my ass.

I let out a long moan that Kevin replicated as I descended down his slick pole, eating up his inches one by one until I was sat on his heavy balls.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, looking down between my legs.

I moved a hand to massage his balls and while I was there I circled my fingers around his girth, double-checking that this was actually happening.

“How does it feel?” I asked, looking back.

“It’s so tight,” he said, with a pleasured look on his face.

“I know,” I giggled, then I felt my ass tighten around him and felt a pang of pain.

He was way deep in me now and it felt like some kind of foreign invader inside me, but the longer I held him in my ass the more I started to grow accustomed to it.

Steadily I pressed up off the footrest and rose my ring up his length, dropping soon after to get a taste of what this ‘ass-fucking’ business was all about.

His cock gave me this dull, piercing pain as it shot inside me. It was as though I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, but as I increased the speed and length of my descent on him I found the sensation becoming increasingly enjoyable.

It felt like he was pleasuring my pussy, but from a fresh, new angle. I upped the pace again and worked steadily on him, holding my tits in place.

Kevin put a foot on the floor and span the chair. We started to rotate and I held the arm-rest for , seeing my reflection suddenly become visible in the mirror that was now opposite me.

“That better?” Kevin asked, and as I rose up off him again I looked at the reflection between my legs to see his cock magically reappearing.

“Much better,” I said, watching as I worked myself over him.

I started to put on a show for myself, really moving over his dick and vying to replicate the porn-stars he seemed to fantasize about so much.

I worked my tight ring over him, jerking him with my asshole and flaying my hair about my head as I moaned.

Kevin’s hands gripped my hips and he dictated the speed, using my ass to get himself off, just like I wanted.

“Fill me up,” I said, snarling back at him. “I want your cum in my ass.”

“In your ass?” he asked, excitedly.

“In my fucking ass,” I said, running a hand down my stomach and tickling at my vacant pussy.

He sucked in a breath as though he was preparing himself, then he started to flex the muscles of his ass and rise up into my descents.

The resultant sensation was incredible as I found him go deeper still inside me. Soon my asshole was running over him from hilt to tip, gasping wider and sucking tighter whenever the shape of his cock necessitated it.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I mewled, toying with my pussy that had started to drool out its juices.

Kevin increased his speed and I let him at it, hovering motionless above him so he could fuck up into my asshole in whatever way he wanted.

He stood up into me and pushed me forwards now, the both of us moving off the chair and me bending over in front of him.

His hand went to my back and I reached forwards to the shelf below the mirror to steady myself. The claps of his hips against my ass increased as he moved through the gears, and soon he was slapping my big ass like he’d done this a thousand times before.

“Come for me,” I cried, looking back over my shoulder at his ecstasy strewn expression.

He rolled a tongue over his teeth and I felt my sinful knot springing back and forth over his cock.

“Come for me,” I said again, and he gave my ass another slap.

He moved forward at pace now, racing away inside me with his intentions clear.

“I’m close,” he whispered.

“I want it,” I replied impatiently.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Give it me!”

“Fuck, Mrs. Green,” he whimpered.

“Empty your balls in my asshole.”

He sped to the glorious crescendo.

“Ohhh, honey, come in my fucking ass!”

Kevin stopped abruptly and I felt him stiffen and swell. His cock twitched in the silence and I gasped. Quickly afterwards it twitched again and this time it brought with it the heat of his cum.

“That’s it, honey,” I moaned, looking back at him.

He rocked gently and his cock pulsed over and over. Each groan of his brought with it a fresh rope of his pearlescent cum as it flowed into my naughty asshole.

“I want it all,” I said, pulling my ass wide as I stared back. “Fill me up.”

He smirked dreamily and pushed forwards, sending his seed as deep as it could go and letting out several more thick lashings.

His groans became quieter and farther apart and I felt the throbs begin to cease.

“Is that everything you’ve got for me?” I asked, looking back at him and biting a finger.

“That’s everything,” he breathed, stepping back.

My ring ran over his girth one last time and his cock dropped out of me, taking with it a string of his seed.

“Mmmm,” I soothed, and I rubbed two fingers over my asshole as Kevin stood back and watched.

He jerked his dick idly in his hands, staring forwards at my creamy knot as my fingers massaged it. I curled them inside and felt the velvety against them, then I pulled them out of me and continued to smother my muscle with his cum until it winked itself closed.

“Damn,” he said with a heavy breath, shaking his head. “That was amazing.”

I stood up slowly and trapped his seed in my butt, turning to him and taking a couple of steps towards him. I held his hand and looked up into his eyes.

“Whenever you wanna fuck my tight little ass again you just ask, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. Green,” he said, and I went on my toes to kiss his lips.

He kissed me back and it felt like he really meant it.

“That was so much better than I thought it would be,” I confessed, giggling. If having your own lodger who was half your age in your ass was forbidden, then talking to him about how great it was must have been at the top of a list of sins too.

“It was exactly as good as I thought it’d be,” Kevin said dreamily and I could see those porn videos of his playing on the back of his eyelids as he closed them.

“Naughty boy,” I said, ruffling his hair. “Get back in the house and get cleaned up.”

He put his gown back on and slipped through the door, looking back with a smirk like he’d just robbed a bank and gotten away with it.

“Naughty boy,” I said slowly, biting my lip and watching him as he sauntered casually down the garden path. “My naughty boy.”

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