I first saw her in the Tesco car park in Leeds on a damp Tuesday afternoon. Carrie. Mid-30s, slim MILF body stuffed into tight jeans and a simple grey hoodie. Even under the baggy clothes I could tell she had that soft, slender mum figure I craved. I followed her home at a safe distance, noting the quiet suburban street and the fact she lived alone.
That night I waited until the lights went out. The back door lock was pathetically easy to pick. I stepped inside her dark living room, heart hammering, cock already rock hard in my jeans.
She came downstairs in nothing but an old white t-shirt that barely reached her thighs. Her small B-cup tits poked against the thin fabric, long, thick nipples clearly visible. She froze when she saw me standing in her living room. Before she could scream, I grabbed her, clamping my hand over her mouth and pinning her against the wall. “Shut the fuck up, Carrie,” I growled. “I’ve seen you naked. I know exactly what a dirty little slut you are.”
I ripped the t-shirt off her body. Her small pale tits spilled out, heavy enough to sway but small enough that her long, prominent nipples looked obscene. I immediately latched onto one, sucking and biting hard while she whimpered. My hand dropped between her legs and found her glorious hairy MILF pussy — that thick, dark, untamed triangle of pubic hair I’d jerked off to so many times. Her cunt was already getting wet.
I shoved two fingers straight into her hairy hole, feeling her warm, hairy lips part around them. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” I laughed. I dragged her to the centre of the living room and forced her down onto her knees on the carpet.
“Open your mouth.” I pulled out my thick cock and slapped it across her face before forsing it between her lips. I fucked her throat hard, holding her head in both hands, slamming deep until thick strings of spit poured from her mouth onto her small tits. She gagged and choked, tears running down her face, but I didn’t stop until her mascara was ruined.
I threw her onto the sofa on her back, spread her legs wide, and buried my face in her hairy cunt. I licked and sucked her clit while fingering her roughly, making her hairy lips stretch around my fingers. She tried to push my head away but I pinned her thighs open and ate her until she was shaking. Then I climbed on top of her and slammed my cock balls-deep into her hairy pussy in one brutal thrust. Carrie screamed. I fucked her like an animal — hard, fast, relentless strokes that made her small tits bounce. Her long nipples were rock hard as I pounded her.
“Beg for it, you filthy slut,” I snarled, ...... her lightly. She moaned and gasped, her hairy cunt creaming all over my cock.
I pulled out, flipped her over, and drove into her tight arsehole without warning. She cried out as I forced my thick cock balls-deep into her ass. I fucked her asshole raw, slapping her tight asscheeks red while she sobbed and moaned. The wet, filthy sounds of my cock destroying Carrie's holes filled the living room.
I pulled out again and forced her onto her knees. “Open your fucking mouth you whore.” I jerked my cock furiously over her face until I exploded — thick, heavy ropes of cum blasting across her face, landing in her hair, on her long nipples, and dripping into her open mouth. I made Carrie clean my cock with her tongue afterwards, licking her own ass juice off me.
Even after I came, I wasn’t done. I spent the next hour using all three of her holes repeatedly — throat-fucking her until she vomited spit, pounding her hairy cunt until it was swollen and red, and stretching her asshole until it gaped. Every time I felt like I was close, I pulled out and made her suck me again.
By the time I finally left, Carrie was a wrecked, cum-covered mess on her living room floor — face glazed, small tits covered in spit and cum, hairy pussy leaking, asshole gaping and sore.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear before I left:
“I’ll be back, Carrie. Your holes belong to ME now.”
