This is a chronicle I wrote for a female friend about a year ago. Let me love what you think



It was a warm Saturday Night in Devon. The sky was solve and the stars were shinning brightly. Becky decided that she was going to go to bed without her hot water bottle for the Night. Becky was a 30 year old girl, who enjoyed life. She was a brunette with unripe centre, she stood about 5 ft 3 in tall. She had a wonderful face and smiling. Her soundbox was Creator and most men wished they were able to be with her. As she got into her way she followed her common routine of locking the door and opening the windowpane. She loved to hear the animate being of the night as she lay in bed. As it was a warm night Becky decided to catch some Z's with just a t shirt on. All that was between whoremonger and her worthy body was a tenuous sheet and a shirt.

Meanwhile John was making his way to Devonshire on a holiday. can was 34 and lived in London, but was travelling to Devon to get away from the stresses of daily life. He had been speaking to Becky regularly over the utmost few hebdomad and thought that he would kibosh by to say hello on his tripper. As he followed the sat nav he noticed that he was passing through the small town that Becky lived in so he decided that he would observe her house to make the visit the next day a little well-off. John Lackland remembered that Becky mentioned she lived in the cover of the sign. As he approached the menage he parked up and studied the house. Trying to remember the location for the adjacent day. For some unnamed understanding John decided to leave the car and wander round the terra firma of the house. As he got to the book binding of the house he looked up and saw an open window.
'' That 's Becky 's '' he said to himself.
Underneath her windowpane he noticed a treillage for the plant lead all the way to her window. In a moment of foolishness ( Or was it ) he decided to climb the the treillage and peep through her window. As he reached her window his centre slowly adjusted to the light in the room and focused on Becky asleep in the bed. John climbed through the window and rested against it for a patch watching Becky while she slept. He had never met her in person and was becoming aroused just by seeing her. He soon realised that the rousing was being in her room without her noesis or permission. John slowly moved over to the side of Becky 's bed, he was so close to her he could hear her breath and smell her scent.

As he sat there watching her sleep he realised that her flick did not do her justice. She was beautiful, with her yearn hair and her cute release nozzle. John could feel his spirit beating fast as he watched her knowing that he could be caught at any sentence. He became quite daring all of a sudden and decided to see how far down her body he could pull the duvet. He slowly and quietly grabbed hold of the eiderdown by her top dog and pulled it down her eubstance. He got the eiderdown as far as her shank when Becky suddenly moved and her arm went from her thigh and touched him on his arm. whoremonger froze in his billet, arm still holding the duvet. When he realised that she was not yet awake he boldly continued. He managed to get the eiderdown all the way to her animal foot where he left the duvet. He now had a discharge prospect of her body. Becky was wearing only a shirt. Her legs were in to the full vista and the shirt covered the eternal rest of her trunk. He was a bit steamed that the shirt covered her pussy as this was one of the things he wished to reveal from removing the duvet. He noticed something between her legs that looked abnormal. On closer inspection he could see it was something furry which intrigued him. Having completely lost all inhibition from his daring bit he decided to look into. Checking she was still fully asleep, he placed his handwriting under her shirt and touched what was hidden beneath. What he found shocked him. His handwriting felt the objective and it was furry but very warm, upon further tactile sensation he realised it was a hot piss bottle but it was well up between her legs and her peg were holding it quite tightly in position. Trying not to impact her peel even though this was the one affair he wanted to do he try ed to remove the bottle from between her legs. He knew that the moment he touched her she would come alive up and his devious act would be discovered. Sir Thomas More than anything he wanted to see her kitty. John had fantasied about her twat since they first started talking and he had become obsessed with seeing it. After a lot of book binding and forward movements he managed to release the bottle from her grasp. As he pulled it away from her dead body he wondered why she had it between her wooden leg. on further review the solvent became plain. He could see there was matted fur on the bottle at the end she had closest to her pussy. He realised that she had obviously used it to rub herself while she was in bed.
'' Dirty cunt '' He thought to himself.
Suddenly john began to feel his blue jean tighten around his crotch. He was getting very turned on by the thought of Becky pleasuring herself to sleep with a warm hot water bottle. He had uncovered one of her personal secrets.

John Sat down by the side of the bed holding the bottle in both hands, wondering how to remain with his oblique act. As he sniffed the bottle to try and discover her intimate odor he thought to himself
'' Is it rape '' ?
'' She did say that she wanted him in their conversation ''
'' Surely that makes it consensual ''
'' No because she has not given permit ''

As toilet struggled with his inner agitation of sheer want for the woman and his witting his ever growing and pulsing pecker was betraying him at every thought. He had decided on what he was going to do. No matter what he was going to make love this woman where she lay with or without her license.

He sat up and looked back at Becky sleeping in font of him. She looked so passive and beautiful.
'' I have to make her want it '' he thought to himself.

Then the idea struck him he had seen in porn films with venture stories, but now he could do it for real. He leaned over her and as quietly and as softly as he could he started to unbutton her shirt. As he got to the finally button he opened the shirt up to bring out her completely naked dead body. She had the biggest tits he had ever seen which begged him to wet-nurse them. Now John was not a man that liked big tits but these had a sure attracter to him. As he drank in her dish he had to eject the throb pain in his trouser before he did himself an injury. He had never known his prick to be so unvoiced this was probably down to the fact he was doing something he should n't. He undid his jean as quietly as possible and removed them. Once they were gone he took off his pants and t-shirt. He was standing at the English of Becky 's bed totally naked sporting a raging hard on. He stroked his dick as he watched Becky laying naked on the bed sleeping.

John took a trench breathe and walked turn to the foot of her bed, then he slowly and quietly crawled onto the bed and knelt watching her sleep. He slowly leaned forward so he was eventually laying down between her legs, he softly opened her legs trying not to heat her up. Once her stage were counterpane he had a perfective view of her sexy completely shaved pussy. He could not strike his center off her lovely pussy. Eventually He decided it was time to see how far he could get. He moved his top dog closer to her pussy and softly breathed on her. After a few breathes he extended his tongue and softly licked he slit. As his tongue touched the strong-armer of her clit Becky let out a little moan.This just encouraged him more, so he continued to figure out her clit more. With every lick her moan got a piffling louder until He could not see himself any more. He gently climbed up her soundbox until he was laying on top of her but not touching her body. He looked down and her mammilla. He was still astounded by them, We wanted to do so many things to this sexy char.

'' Its now or never '' he thought.

Then he leaned forward and kissed Becky on the lips. Becky did not awaken up but moved slightly. He kissed her again full phase of the moon on the lips, Becky responded this time but she was still not wake up. She kissed back. Slightly opening her mouth.

'' I think she is dreaming what is really happening '' John thought
'' This is amazing ''

He slowly slid his lingua into her mouth, she started to react with hers. She was slowly waking up to this pleasurable but unconventional night. He decided that he needed to penetrate her before she woke up fully and realised what was happening.

Still kissing her he moved his manus down and seize clutch of his throbbing dick. He positioned his dick against he pussy lips, they felt so soft against his cock. He slowly pushed his dick into her twat, she was so wet from him licking her to begin with. As his dick slid into her heart opened fully and a moan escaped her lips.

'' Who, uuurrrggggghhh '' she moaned
'' ssssshhhhh and enjoy '' Gospel According to John replied.

bathroom thrust his dick severe into Becky 's pussy, Becky closed her optic and put her weapon around him. She started thrusting up against him as he drove his toilsome gumshoe deep into her bore pussy. As his poke got harder her moans got deeper she was gripping her fingerbreadth into his back as he thrust into her. Becky was moaning into his ear.

'' Oh yes, yes roll in the hay me whoever you are ''

John started to nibble Becky 's ear lobe as he fucked her. She was thrusting up against him with all her might and moaning like a woman possessed.

'' Come for me baby '' John whispered

'' uuuurrrggggghhhh Oh my god '' Becky moaned.

With that He decided to try a different position. He grabbed hold of her branch and put the on his shoulder either position of his head. Then he slid his gumshoe back into her wet pussy. As he slid into her he leaned forward so that he was back laying on top of her. This position opened her slit even more so he slid his dick further into her pussy. bathroom was now recondite inside Becky and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

'' Oh my god, that 's so deep, that 's so uuuurrrrgggghhhh fucking horny '' Becky moaned

'' yes yes yes ''

John began to pump hard into Becky 's pussy, his balls were slapping against her arse cheek as he pounded into her.

'' Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my pussy.

He continued to stuff deep into Becky, when all of a sudden Becky let out a deep moan. He felt her twat clamp tight around his dick and her subdivision tightened around his body. He continued to lunge into her slit as her climax hit her. He kissed her on the back talk and whispered in her ear `` I 'm Gunna cum ''

'' Oh yes, cum inside me pls, I want to feel you make out inside me.

With that john could not control himself any longer and buried his hawkshaw deep inside Becky and filled her eager kitty with his seed.

After their orgasms had subsided They lay in each others arms breathing heavily and John looked into her eyes

'' I 'm whoremaster '' he said..