Took some picture of her new fucked pussy and some of her wet face then posted it on her snap story. He then picks her up and slings her over his shoulder then they re-enter the shadows. The amateur only sound through the allyway was the Hardcore soft sound of her tears running down her cheek and the faint sound of music far far away. I am of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, and I love having sex with an audience. I have a tacit agreement with my man (he is eight-inches and thick) that I can please and be pleased sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, outer sex only, no intercourse, my man can watch and masturbate. If the second man wants to blow my man I love to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply. Something I insist on is the second tits man must be much younger than me, usually fifteen or twenty-years. We are very competitive and we enjoy competing to be the first to have the second man or woman, good foreplay. We do that by dressing, or undressing to impress for our third person. On a recent Monday night while we were fucking like rabbits, I asked Roger if he could arrange a man in his very late teens for us next Sunday. “I have never had a man twenty-five years younger.” “I have just the man who I see at the gym who I am sure would be keen. asian Garth is six-feet tall, very athletic build, rumored to be bi-sexual, and I almost forgot, he is hung.” “Sounds good baby, arrange it,” I moan as we orgasm simultaneously, my orgasm heightened by the thought of this man. And I wonder if my man was thinking of the pleasure he might have with him. At the appointed time on Sunday after we showered together, sprayed each other with sun-tan and teased each other with our fingertips we were both anticipating the sexual pleasure we might experience. The anticipation of a new sexual assignation is always exciting for me. And I have a feeling this one may be very exciting. I was determined to have Garth first when he arrived and show him what an older woman could do to pleasure him, perhaps in ways he never experienced previously. Roger is always keen to impress a new man and he loves to show and flirt with a roaring erection when a new man arrives. I decide to wear heels, a long kaftan type dress over my naked body that fastens at the back with a zip. “How do I look Roger,” I smile as I ask him to fasten the zip. “Sensational baby, just sensational,” he tells me as he kisses my arse cheeks, “look at my erection,” he tells me as he flashes his short black silk dressing gown open. Garth is obviously very keen and he arrives a few minutes early. Roger lets him in and makes brief introductions as he lets his dressing gown fall open to expose his erection for Garth who can only mutter, “Wow.” “Like my caftan Garth, is that what you expected me to wear for you?” I ask. Before he can answer I turn my back to him, spread by legs, and as boldly as I can ask him to undo the zip, leaving my rear side totally naked. I am very pleased see his reaction and the effect my voluptuous naked arse has on him in the mirrored walls and I can see he has an instant erection under his tight trousers. “Good arse for a woman more than twice your age, kiss it for me, both sides.” “Get naked for both of us,” I tell him as I teen shrug out of the caftan and let it drop to the floor. He is naked in a flash and I enjoy the difficulty he has in sliding his jock strap over his erection. “Your body is magnificent,” I tell him as I circle around him, ogling it and running my hands all over it, lusting for it. “And your cock is a dream for an older lady. How big are you? “Lick my cunt lips, pleasure me with your tongue,” I tell him as I sit on a high stool, legs apart, looking to Roger for a reaction. This was both disgusting and yet... arousing. You’d just stand there as they all took turns on me, wouldn’t you, Clive? Her pallor matched my dad's, and her eyes were bloodshot as they met mine. They would all slam into her in a heartbeat, making her mind melt amateur in ecstasy. I dressed and went into the kitchen; Bob was up and had made us some coffee. My Master was sober and kept an eye on things. My wife of 10 plus years. “Right, right,” Deb said. “The fuck?” she muttered, her bleached-blonde hair spilling across her face as she bent over further. He dragged his mind tits back to the business at hand. He picked me up and teen held me in a fireman’s pose, my asshole and pussy now on show to the world. As before, the TV screens, unseen by Harold, change view to asian show the face of a young blonde girl, her eyes half-lidded and Hardcore confused. She didn’t regret the choices she’d made, but she paid for those choices with the loss of her… innocence. "Let's do the mouse house first.