Daphne's drunk friend.

"You are a Bastard" Screamed Daphne into the phone. Anger clouded the beauty of her features as she slammed the phone down. Still seething, she grabbed the phone and threw it at that wall. "I am going to teach that fucker." She decided to herself as the phone's impact sent a shower of phone pieces raining down on her carpet.

"My husband wants to get fucked by a strange man. Well, I can play that game too." She stomped from the living room through her bedroom to the en-suite bathroom for a shower.

With her blazing red hair wrapped in a shower cap, she stepped into the shower. The cold water boiled as it touched her magnificent body. Still completely furious, she left the shower to dress. She selected a see through orange top and her favorite white stretch pants.

A short time later with her eyes highlighted, she was out the door headed towards any pub that had men in it wearing her favorite spike heel shoes.

The blue monkey. A strange name for a bar she thought as she approached the entrance. Even with a name like that, there has to be a drunk guy with a cock in here for me.

With her fine breasts jiggling and her red hair streaming behind her, she raced through the door into the gloom. A stale beer smell assaulted her nose as she paused a second for her eyes to adjust. There sitting at a table in the corner trying to sing with the music that filled the room, she saw a man dressed all in black.

"He will do." She decided as she headed towards his table. As she perched herself on a chair at the man’s table, he gave her his best happy drunken smile. "You look a bit drunk for this early in the evening." She said to the man.
"What?"
"I said, Buy me a drink, you damn fool."
"Ok … Waitress … Two beerzzs." He yelled towards the bar roof.

By the time, they had their beer finished, Daphne had successfully convinced her drunk friend that he was the smoothest man around and that if he did not drag his feet too much, He could take her home for sex.

This is what happened when they got to her house.

Perfect, a armchair set on it's side as a result of Daphne's fury.
She appears to have things and our drunk guy well under control.

Even Daphne is amazed at just how easily this poor fool is led.
See, alcohol really is your friend.

As if the fact that she is a red head was not enough, look at the smile on her face. This woman just screams do me until you die with a smile on your face.

Holy! A pose like that is almost enough to turn a gay man straight!

He he he ... Look at the curves on this woman. The eyes ... The average man would give his soul for a woman like Daphne. Clearly, our drunk friend here is as captured by the look on her face as the rest of us.

Wedding rings on both of them but not a soul cares. We are all too busy looking at that other ring! Wait until you see the rest of this set. This woman sizzles so much that the last three images are of a room full of smoke!

Take a slow deep breath for a moment. Take your eyes off her pussy ring and actually enjoy this whole image. Her backside is just divine but look at her profile. This woman has the lines that men sculpt into cars. The look on her face alone is enough to set you off like a teen even if he did not have his tongue in her ass. We don't even need the rest of this picture set. That image right there should make every woman that does not want to do her, wish that they were her. If you can't smell and taste her already, worry not, I included a lot more of this set just because "wow".

Look at that pose. You can just hear this woman sizzle! Perfect, She wants some and we get the glint from that ring!

She knows what she wants and she is getting it for herself as she is giving it to us.

Just a little ...

attention to make sure it stands good.

My female friends, be this woman for a moment knowing that even this drunk guy has wood from her. Admit it, he has that dopey drunk look to him but you would still do him if you were her.

Look at that pose. Look at that face! This is the stuff that dreams are made of!

You think you wanna be her in this image. Wait until you see the next image!

Holy, look at the face and the chest and the belly and that position and the cock ... Oh hell, forget the words. Just look at that image!

I am not even going to ruin this moment by typing anymore. Look at this woman. Smell her. Feel her. Savour his warm breath on her back as his cock slowly tickles and caresses all the nerves in her ass. Feel the tingles as they race through her. Smell her moisture as her blood races to her pussy. The tingles as her clit stands, it's nerves fighting to compete to be felt in her head with all the other sensations. A little spot of drool excapes her lips because her entire focus like yours is feeling the results of that cock slowly sliding in.

Look at the strain on her face and neck. You know she s fighting the urge to scream her pleasure so that the rest of the bar down the road can hear.

Look at her eyes and her face. You know she is wondering why she waited so long to try this as she clings to the chair for support. That is "the legs twitching almost ready to pass out from the pleasure look" if ever I have seen it. We know,She is wondering if another cock like that one could really make that moment any better.

Look at how tight her belly is. We can clearly see from the clit and the belly that she is fighting the urge to orgasm. Feel her belly strain and flutter as the tingles race through her. Smell her and feel her as her blood races through her. Savour the moment as you feel that pussy beg for attention as her moisture fills her.

Look at the smile. You know, she shuddered for that one. Hear her breath as she pants through her teeth. Enjoy the moment as her right thigh spasms.

Hear her sharply inhale as she fights all the tingles in her body. She is ready for another good soaking just like you are.

Feel her relax. The support of the chair taking the weight from her strained muscles as the cock slips in and out of her. Now, she can submit to those spasms with abandon allowing herself all the sensations that position allows.

Daphne fights the urge to pass out from the pleasure as his frantic pace slows. She fights to remember the instant as his cock stretches her that last little bit before he explodes into her. She feels the warmth fight all her other feelings. The tingles, the cramps, the spasms all trying to completely overload her. Weakly, she gasps for breath as her body and nerves tremor in a thousand different ways. As she collapses into the chair from their combined weight, she smiles inside and out completely pleased with her adventure even if she has to clean up the phone pieces later when she has had time to recover.

I hope you liked the illustrated picture story by Beastor. vbg

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