Walmart shopping
Introduction:
Young mother short of money
When the cashier completed scanning her items and told the amount due, 94.22 the girl started to cry, and said “but I only have 87.55.” The cashier said “you can write a check for the balance.” The girl replied that “my husband will not let me have the checkbook. And, lordie, I need all of this stuff.” and started to cry again.
As I looked at the pitiful thing, she was about 5’5″ tall and 110 pounds, with brown eyes and hair, and small breasts, the words “that’s o.k., I pay it” came out of my mouth. She hugged and thanked me many times. She waved as she left the store. I paid for my items and left the store.
Then I saw her standing by a beat-up old car. I walked over and she said, “Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you? By the way, my name is A ngie.”
“How about letting me buy you some lunch,” I said.
Angie told me she had to get home and feed the babies.
“What about I buy something and bring it to your house?” She hesitated, looked at me, a 59 year old man, and probably thought I was harmless, and said “o.k.”
To be honest, I was just trying to help her, not hit on her. She gave me her address, and I told her I would be there in half an hour.
When I arrived, the children were asleep and Angie was putting away the groceries. We sat down to eat lunch, talked and laughed. She said her husband worked at a local factory and had just gotten a promotion that kept him so busy. She also said that even though he was making more money, he controlled what he gave her, and then she started to cry. She got up and I followed her, took her in my arms to comfort her.
Her vulnerability aroused me, and I pressed my hardening cock against her. “No, no, I can’t do that. I have never been with a man other than my husband.”
I still held her, and lifted her face up to kiss her. At first she resisted, then began to respond.
My tongue darted in and out of her mouth, then I moved my hands under her blouse. She backed off, and said “you had better leave, now.”
Against all my better judgement, I reached out and grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, grinding my rock hard cock against her cunt. Angie continued to resist, but she was no match for me. I picked her up, took her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Now she was crying, but my hard on was in charge. I lifted her skirt, removed her panties, and began to kiss her thigh, then moved up to her hairy pussy.
Now she was not sobbing as much, but kept saying no, no, no.
Finally my tongue touched her clit and she began to respond. I licked her clit, than pushed my tongue into her pussy, then licked her clit again. By now, she was fully engaged, but still not accepting that she wanted me to fuck her. I ate her pussy for a few minutes, then her back began to arch and I knew she was on the verge of coming. I put one hand on her butt, and a finger on her asshole, and continued to lick her pussy. Angie was not moaning, “it feels so good, stop, don’t stop,” and then she came with a mighty gush of her juices pouring out of that little pussy.
I removed my clothes and climbed on the bed with her. As I climbed on top of her, she said, “Please, I am married, and can’t do this.” But as I guided my six inch cock into here cunt she began to thrust up to meet me. Then she said, “have you got a condom? This is my unsafe time.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sterile” I lied. Damn, with that this mousy little woman began to fuck me with a passion. I turned on my back and she was on top. “I’m going to ride this damned horse,” she said, and I thought the bed would fall apart with our thrusting and lunging. I could hear my balls slapping against her pubic area, and the swishing to her wet pussy made me even more excited. I am sucking on her tits, kissing her, and finally I began to shoot a load into her. Angie began to work even more furiously, then began to whimper, “I’m coming, I’m coming” and my fertile sperm shot deep into her.
While Angie was in the shower, I dressed and left, determined to be on the lookout at Walmart for more opportunities.
