Thread: Driving Mrs Manson (Jack Stalker and KatherineMinola)

Driving Mrs Manson As a secret service agent assigned to Senator Manson, Scott Eastman had expected a smooth ride and few problems. The Senator wasn't that important in the scheme of things and, so far, most of his time had been spent watching over the mans wife. Of course that's where the trouble had really started, Julianne Manson may have been a good deal older than he was, but she had the body of a woman half her age and red heads had always driven him crazy with lust. She was the hottest he'd seen and it was insane that her husband preferred to stick his dick into the interns he employed, yet that was the way of things. As far as Scott was concerned it was just a matter of time before he got an opportunity to get his hands on a disillusioned and desperate Julianne, and the opportunity came the night he was on CCTV duty, covering the mansion they lived in. Julianne had come home early from some fundraiser and walked in on her husband fucking a couple of his interns in one of the living rooms. Nice. A smartly dressed, black suit wearing, Scott had been busy watching the Senator eat out one of his intern whores, a young blonde called Hayden who was sprawled across a piano, while the other one, some brunette called Emma, jerked him off in between sucking on his cock. None of them had seen Julianne's startled entrance and hasty exit, and now he was out of the house and following her as she drove away from the mansion and along the road leading away from the estate. It was a simple matter to catch up with her car in his and head her off forcing her down a side road leading into the surrounding woods around the estate. As head of the security detail he had left someone else to cover the Senator in his absence, something they were only too happy to do. They viewed looking after Julianne as a chore, while to him it was reward, a reward to be able to spend day after day checking her out, fantasizing about what it would be like to pin her down and give her the fucking her husband obviously didn't want to. Now the fantasy was going to become a reality. He knew when a woman was frustrated and at the end of her rope, that's what he figured Julianne for, someone frustrated by her cheating husband and looking for release. At least that's what he told himself, in the end it didn't really matter since he'd already decided that he wanted to fuck her and if the thought of fucking a young stud like himself didn't get her wet, then some crude talk and rough foreplay should do the trick. Some added leverage, to ensure that she had a reason to convince herself to come back for more was going to be the icing on the cake. He moved across the dirt road they'd stopped on, the mansion obscured by trees in the distance now, stopping at the drivers side door and yanking it open. He reached in, grabbing hold of her with his powerful uncompromising hands and dragging her out of the car as though she weighed nothing. Her feet only touched the ground when he kicked the door shut and pinned her back against her vehicle, hot flesh against cold metal. He said nothing as he looked at her, letting his gaze fall to her feet and slowly crawl back up to her face as he admired the lines of her body. He was clearly unconcerned by her expression or any words she might have been saying as he silently appraised her, letting her know he was raping her with his eyes, before he reached out with a confident and powerful grasp as he stared into her eyes. I saw everything Mrs Manson, Julianne, I saw you stumble across your husband fucking those whores and I saw you run out of the place. Why did you run Julianne? Was it because you were disgusted? Embarrassed? Angry? he asked calmly as he moved one hand to her throat to hold her in place, while the other slid down her body, fingers gliding between her tits, over her stomach and down to her groin. He let the fingers on his right hand ease beneath her hem, brushing against the inner flesh of her thigh, while his right hand moved down to tug open the top of her outfit, so that he could shove her bra aside in a single crude motion. It slid up with ease and allowed his fingers to roughly claw at a breast as he violated her with a casual smirk. Or was it because you were feeling guilty, because seeing those whores get fucked made you think about how much of a whore you wanted to be? How much you wanted a man between your legs? How much you wanted to get fucked? he said, emphasizing the last word as his right hand shifted between her legs, fingers tightening on her panties and tearing them away with a ripping sound that pierced the night air around them. You're a hot attractive woman Mrs Manson. You deserve to be properly fucked every single fucking day. Your husband is an ignorant fuck who obviously doesn't know what he's throwing away. I need you to understand that your flesh is still craved. I need you to give in to the wet heat between your thighs, the nasty slit that is telling you how bad you need a fucking. he hissed with some amusement. Tell me Julianne, tell me how badly you want to fuck. Tell me how you want just as much action as your dim-witted husband. Tell me how you crave hard cock, hot tongue and probing fingers. he growled aggressively, moving his fingers to her slit to stroke against the folds of her hot cunny, while his other hand continued to abuse her tit, crushing and squeezing her nipple as he leaned in to give her a rough angry kiss. Did she have any fucking idea how hot she was? She'd know before this night was through, that was a fact.