by Naomi Penn
“Oh god yes, I'm coming! I'm coming right now!” Charlie shouted.
“Come watch, Sasha! See how to please a man's dick,” Hazel grinned.
“Let us watch!” Karrie commanded.
And with that, she yanked Charlie's cock from the MILF's pleasure pit and began fiercely stroking him. It only took a pump or two – but with all eyes on the head of his dick, including young Sasha's, they witnessed the EXPLOSION of white hot cum bursting from his shaft. The huge load of cum flying out, covering Hazel's tits and belly!
He moaned heavily, falling forward ever so slightly, huffing and puffing. His manhood sprayed an endless amount of the sexual satisfaction! Three or four massive shots of the love juice came spitting out...but there was more to cum. The naughty MILFs just wanted it in a bit more taboo location.
And so Karrie jammed it back into Hazel's cunt, and pushed his ass forward – forcing the remaining shots of cum deep into her wet pussy... making Sasha look on as Charlie creampied her stepmother, right in front of her!
His cock tingled with utter relief... knowing he had blown his load far inside Hazel, all as his girlfriend watched – and strangely, she seemed to be enjoying it. Having her virgin boyfriend deflowered by her ultra hot stepmother... But who could blame her?
And it certainly wouldn’t be the last time dear, sweet Hazel took a pounding from Charlie...
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 5
Kelly Hale gripped the steering wheel of her car. The passenger’s side edge of the hood stood up by a couple inches from where she had been sideswiped a week ago by some jerk in a truck on raised wheels. The impact had spun her and blurred the world out around her. She had ended up in on coming traffic staring down the grill of a semi as it screamed to a stop in front of her. She had gasped for breath as she watched the truck slide to a halt through the cracked glass of her windshield.
Sitting outside her one bedroom apartment staring at that same crack in the glass she felt the rush of panic all over again. It had been starting to rain and she limped as she stepped out of her car after the accident. She must have struck her knee on the steering column as she spun. She wasn’t sure how she bruised her hip. Later her back would hurt and that’s why she would end up at the doctor’s office again today.
Kelly swallowed in the present and started her car. The engine rolled several times and shuddered as it finally turned over. She was in better shape than the car, but her new bosses wouldn’t let her start until the doctor cleared her again. If she didn’t start, she wouldn’t get paid. If she wasn’t paid, there was no rent or grocery money. In high school, she always had a boyfriend to pay her way and parents to give her a roof. She wasn’t in high school anymore.
Kelly turned around as she backed up. She felt a twinge of pain in her neck and gritted her teeth. “No. No. No. This can’t happen. Fake it until you make it. Just for today and then on the set. Please.”
She turned back forward feeling the stiffness all down her back, Kelly sighed and shifted into drive. As she pulled out onto the street, the crack in the windshield and the hints of pain took her back in her mind to the rainy side of the road the day of the accident.
She had stood in the median with the semi truck driver and the redneck D-bag with the jacked up truck. The guy that hit her had stared at her tits the entire time they waited for the police. Kelly’s natural D cups were full and perky and worth staring at. She had glanced down at them herself and saw the glisten of moisture around her cleavage from the drizzle of rain. To her horror, her nipples had stood out through the material like bullets. They were hard from the fear still clinging to her from the crash. Her breathing was making her chest heave and swell. She had folded her arms over her chest to block his view, but her forearms pushed them together and up giving more of a show from the top. She could almost see the boy’s eyes dilate in response and he adjusted the front of his jeans. He had licked his lips and she could almost see him thinking of sliding his hard manhood between them.
Kelly had done that more than a few times for boyfriends. One of them had taken a video and then posted it on one of those sites after they broke up. Her bare breasts were oiled up and his eight inches slid in and out of view as she pressed them together. She had smiled at the camera and fluttered her blue eyes. Then she bent forward with her mouth open to let him slide against her tongue, but just the tip. The farthest she’d ever gotten. She had been mortified when her friends and family discovered it, but that video had been part of her audition for her new job. She occasionally clicked on the site to check the number of views. Sometimes she pulled at her hard nipples and slid her other hand between her legs as she watched.
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Even through her fear from the accident and her anger at the staring boy that smashed her car, she had felt wet from the drift of her thoughts.
“I’m real sorry I hit you. I just got distracted, I guess,” the D-bag said to Kelly’s D-cups.
She had sighed and took a step closer to the semi-truck driver. She glanced at him and could tell he was an ass man. Kelly’s jean shorts that day did a fine job of hugging the curves of her cheeks. As creepy as the D-bag in the jacked truck had been, Kelly did not want to know what the semi driver was thinking as his eyes stayed locked on her plump ass.
The police officer had arrived and started taking information. His uniform had formed to his muscular frame nicely and Kelly was doing the staring. She was nineteen and he had to be in his thirties, but an older man with a build made her feel weak and silly.
He had looked at her and she fluttered her eyes at him. She saw him narrow his eyes and take on a particular look Kelly found familiar. It was the look someone got when they had seen her video and were trying to place where they knew her from. If his eyes dropped to her breasts, she would know that’s what it was. She unfolded her arms to give the officer the opportunity.
He hadn’t looked, but said, “If your car still runs, you need to get it off the road.” He then pointed to the semi driver. “If you weren’t in the accident, move along.”
Kelly had stood and stared.
The officer had looked at her and said in a louder voice. “Anyone home, girl? Move your car like I told you. Please.”
Kelly had folded her arms and turned away. She felt like crying, but held it in until the officer ticketed the D-bag and then let them go. After that, she had cried. Then, they had seen her car and the bruises at the set.
Kelly blinked and shook her head in the present. Her neck hurt and the pain traveled up into her forehead from the motion. She didn’t have a medical degree, but she sensed that wasn’t good.
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She pulled into the parking lot and parked in front of the doctor’s office for the third time in two weeks. She turned off the car and gripped the steering wheel again. The first visit had been to draw blood. The second had been to get the results. They used a special certificate just for the type of work she did. On the set, the other performers had theirs in plastic sleeves and bound like an album. Kelly had been amazed that some of them worked long enough to have so many. She was happy to know they were all clean. She had held up her one certificate and everyone congratulated her on her new job. Then, the producer noticed her knee while talking to her and asked about the accident. Now she was at the doctor for her third visit and she had to get cleared.
Kelly took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. She walked inside and signed in on the clipboard on the counter. She took a seat and drummed her fingers.
“Kelly Hale?”
She stood up and returned to the counter and window. The woman on the other side stared at her computer and asked about insurance and her address. She asked for the copy and Kelly gave it.
“Ms. Hale, do you know if your insurance covers this visit or if you have met your deductible?”
Kelly swallowed. “It’s for a car accident. I need to be
cleared for … work.”
“Is it worker’s comp?”
“No, just a car accident.”
“Okay, so if you are going to owe for this visit, we can take that payment now. If you aren’t sure, we can run your insurance for you afterward, but you’ll need to pay in full before your next visit.”
Kelly thought about rent and groceries and insurance. She had to get cleared. She would need new blood tests every few months and new certificates for her own little album. She had not been able to work her new job yet and she had to start getting paid and soon.
“Ms. Hale?”
Kelly shook herself out of her thoughts again and felt the pain travel from her neck to her forehead. “Um, yes, sorry. Run the insurance after the visit. I’ll pay anything owed before the next visit.”
“Okay, take a seat. We’ll call you back shortly and Dr. Sutton will see you.”
“I saw the nurse practitioner the last two times.”
“Yes, Ms. Hale, but she’s not here today. Dr. Daniel Sutton heads the practice and he is very good.”
Kelly swallowed. The nurse practitioner was young and Kelly felt comfortable with her. She had to be old enough to get medical training, but she seemed closer to Kelly’s age. She hadn’t asked a lot of questions about the job, but seemed to know what Kelly needed.
The woman behind the counter said, “We can have a nurse in the room, if you are not comfortable with a man examining you alone.”
Kelly blinked. She better be comfortable with a man examining her in her line of work. “No, I’ll be fine.”
“Well, have a seat and we’ll call you.”
Kelly sat back down in the waiting room and rubbed at the bruise on her knee out of nervousness despite the pain. The door opened and another nurse leaned out. She looked down at her chart and Kelly swallowed. The nurse called someone else’s name. Kelly sighed as an old woman shuffled back and the door closed.
Kelly leaned back in her chair and felt an ache in her left hip. She mumbled. “I’m becoming the old woman now.”
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She pulled at the tail of her white tee shirt in the front. It revealed part of her lacy, gold bra. She pulled the shirt back up in the front. Kelly sat up and leaned forward. Her hip hurt again. She gritted her teeth and unbuttoned the front of her pink shorts. They weren’t denim like the ones she wore the day of the accident, but they were rolled high on her thighs and hugged tight to her curves. She thought maybe they were too tight and causing her problems. She slid her fingers down the front and pushed the strap of her matching, gold thong down past her hip bone. She massaged the flesh around her hip to try to work out the pain and moaned.
Kelly looked up and saw the old guy across from her leering with his lips parted. He licked his teeth and continued to stare at her unbuttoned shorts. Kelly withdrew her hand and rebuttoned them with a grunt. The man that was old enough to be her grandfather kept staring. Maybe great grandfather, she thought. Kelly sighed and looked away. She supposed he was actually part of the target audience for her new job – every man everywhere.
She thought about the doctor’s clearance and felt nervous again.
The door opened and the nurse called another name. Great Grandpa stood and stared as he walked by. He was limping and Kelly felt empathy for his aches and pains even if he did leer a little. He craned his neck to try to get a peek down the front of her shirt. Kelly left her hands down and let him have his look.
The door closed and she drummed her fingers again. She was glad he was gone, but wished she had been called instead of him. She thought about the officer in his uniform the day of the accident. Thirty-ish was older when a girl was nineteen, but that was the kind of older man that made her weak in the knees and wet where it counted. Even remembering how mean he had been, she felt herself getting turned on thinking about the strong body under his clothes. She wanted to unbutton her shorts and touch herself again.
Call Grandpa back out, she thought. The show is really about to begin.
Her nipples grew hard and she looked down to be sure her nice bra was hiding them. Kelly smiled. It really was a nice view, if she did say so herself.
The door opened and she startled. It made her back hurt and she sighed.
“Kelly Hale?”
Kelly stood and tried not to limp or shuffle as she headed back. The nurse weighed her. 145 pounds. Kelly frowned. She supposed it was mostly muscle and breasts.
“How tall are you?”
Kelly had to think. “Five foot eight, I think.”
“Okay, follow me.”
The last time she was asked that question it had been followed with: Are you a natural blond? Are you shaved? What happened to your knee? Her answers had been: Yes. Yes. I need this job, please.
She thought about the clearance and swallowed twice.
“Wait in here. Dr. Sutton will be with you shortly.”
Kelly sat down in a room with walls that were nearly the shade of her bra and thong. It looked good against her skin, but weird on walls. There was an exam table near a short counter and the chair across the room where she sat. The room had florescent lights, but no windows. That did not help the weirdness of the walls.
The door opened and a woman in scrubs stepped in. Kelly frowned. That was not what she was expecting from Dr. Sutton. The woman took Kelly’s blood pressure and then assured her the doctor would be coming soon.
A few minutes later, the door opened again.
A man with sculpted brown hair stepped in. He was more tanned than Kelly. His dark slacks matched his button up shirt. He wore a long, white coat like doctors were supposed to do. It was the uniform. He looked the same age as the police officer and just as fit. She looked him up and down and wondered what was under the uniform.
Kelly crossed her legs and folded her arms.
He smiled and she melted. “I’m Dr. Sutton.”
He held the folder in one hand and extended the other. She dropped her arm away from her chest and shook his hand. She couldn’t tell if he stole a look or not. He released her hand and looked away at the folder.
“Why are you here today?”
“I need clearance for work.”
“You were in a car accident?”
“Yes.”
“A week ago? Why didn’t you come in right away?”
Kelly swallowed. She thought, would you rather ask if I’m shaved down there?
“I felt fine. My new boss wants a clearance though. I need to work.”
“Let’s be sure you’re okay. That’s the most important thing. I see an old bruise on your knee there. Do you have others?”
“A couple. I’m fine though.”
“You really should have come right away to see me. What kind of work do you do?”
“The … movie kind.”
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“Excuse me.”
“Movie work. I'm an actress”
He narrowed his eyes and looked between her and the folder. “Is it physically demanding work?”
“Yes. I mean, no. It’s not like lifting. Well, maybe some lifting, but not like boxes and stuff, I mean.”
Dr. Sutton stared at her with his head tilted. “You’ve lost me. Anything you tell me is protected under doctor-patient privilege, if there is a privacy issue or even a legal issue with your work, you can tell me. We’ll just focus on your medical needs.”
“I’m going to be in a big film,” she said. “Well, I haven’t been in a film yet, but I will be. I need to be cleared before I can start. It's really important.”
Dr. Sutton nodded. “Right. I see the notation for the health certificate here. I should have seen that. Sorry. That was all clean, so we just have to make sure you are not hurt.”
“Please,” she said.
He took a step back and set the folder on the short counter. “Can you stand up for me?”
Kelly stood. He was about a foot taller than her.
“Walk toward me.”
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She did. She could smell him and wanted to bury her face in his chest.
“You have a little bit of a limp there. Do your joints hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
He sighed. “Don’t lie to me now.”
She swallowed and looked away. He nodded.
“Turn around, please.”
She did. He pressed on her shoulders.
“Do you mind lifting up your shirt.”
