Adultery veili and Stranger on the Train

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he stripped her blouse and bra off. Tommy now saw this as her giving in. She also removed her veil. Tommy buried his face in her tits once more. He loved the feeling of these monster tits.

Khadijah pushed him off and he could sense a real hunger in her eyes.

She slipped her skirt down and let it fall to the floor. Tommy eyed her shaved naked glistening cunt and had an urge to fuck it.

"Down boy," Khadijah told Tommy. He was confused as to why she would strip and then tell him to stop.

Khadijah then glanced down at her cunt and repeated, "Down boy."

Tommy got the hint and dropped to his knees to serve this horny veili goddess.

Khadijah was impatient and pulled his face into her cunt by the back of his hair.

"Oh yessssssss. Such a good boyyyyyyyy. Eat my cunt you dirty old bastarrrrrrdddddd." Khadijah muttered in lust as she leaned back against the door.

Tommy began to lift her up as his tongue delved deeper and deeper inside of Khadijah. Khadijah was so horny she wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed them. The dirty old fucker began to squeeze her ass cheeks tightly and his middle finger began to enter her asshole.

Tommy kept up the pressure on her clit and he was sucking and licking it simultaneously. The constant pleasure was driving her crazy.

"Oh Allllaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Khadijah screamed at the top of her lungs as she reached another peak.

Tommy let her down gently and she was a little shaky on her feet.

"Has that earned me a night in your bed?" Tommy asks rhetorically knowing full well a slut like Khadijah would not be satisfied with just this.

"Yes. You have. But you will not be sleeping," Khadijah replied.

Khadijah led the way to her bedroom and Tommy obediently followed.

As Khadijah entered the bedroom she wanted Tommy to know what he had let himself in for.

"Do you think you can handle me?" Khadijah asked.

"I just showed I can. You are a slut but you have been frigid for too long. I want to bring the inner slut out and I won't be shy to share you with friends and strangers," Tommy said and that response hit Khadijah between her legs. She really wanted to experience group sex and even a gangbang. It was a fantasy that was getting stronger and stronger since the night with George and Henry.

"Would you be able to share me or would you want to own me?" Khadijah asked.

"I will own you! I will own your heart! But I want to see you covered in cum. Head to toe. Groups of men fucking you and cumming over your body. You will be my bukake slut!" Tommy replied and Khadijah was getting weak in the knees at the thought of being drenched in cum.

Khadijah put on her robe and opened her drawer of treasures. Tommy's eyes opened wide ad he saw the collection of dildos and licked his lips. He loved the idea of her being such a horny slut. Haleema picked up a pair of handcuffs.

"Get on the bed," Khadijah orders Tommy.

Tommy knows this is necessary to gain her trust as well as her cunt.

Khadijah climbs on top of him and cuffs his hands to the bed. She has a sense of relief as she feels more in control.

"I need to trust you and you can earn my trust tonight. I want a man that is not afraid to let me explore my sexuality. I am with someone who is unable to let me do this. If you are able to prove yourself to me then you will own me," Khadijah opens up to him about her concerns with George.

"I want to be part of your sexual journey but I will never limit your potential. You are my dream woman. Your energy. Your beauty. I was immediately drawn to you." Tommy said.

"How would you share me? Who with? Tell me," Khadijah asks as a fire ignites inside of her.

Khadijah opens her robe and is gently caressing her breasts. Tommy realizes that this is a real fetish for her and his mind begins to conjure ways of lighting the fire inside of her.

"There is a motel bar off the highway. I would take you with me, only you are wearing a long raincoat and nothing but the sluttiest thong you own and the smallest bra. I want you to keep the veil on. That is the kink. Should the raincoat open all the men will see what a slut you truly are."

Khadijah is slowly pinching her nipples as she sits on Tommy just away from his cock.

"You see this is a pick up bar. Lonely travelling businessmen. Truckers. We sit down at a table and order some drinks." Tommy continues until he is stopped.

"No alcohol. No alcohol," Khadijah lays down her one rule. She is pulling on her nipples as her arousal grows.

"You may need some dutch courage but ok no alcohol. Well, the men all turn and look. They are hungry wolves and they can smell a bitch in heat. But not just anyone will fuck you. You decide who fucks you. There is a businessman at the bar with a loose tie and cheap suit. You notice his interest and I agree. But two men. That is not enough for you." Tommy takes a break to look at Khadijah. She has her eyes closed as her hand is now between her legs and softly rubbing her mound. Tommy can feel her drip on his stomach.

"What happens next? Pleassse?" Khadijah begs for him to continue.