The Good Life (A Parody)
Would you believe someone actually asked me to write this story? Hope you all enjoy it.
Barbara Good is sat at her kitchen table. She is looking striking in her long sleeve, dark green t-shirt (which show the contours of her pert breasts in a very positive light), her shoulder length hair tousled around her collar; and even in a seated position, the curve of her bottom in her jeans, could send the blood of the average man, flowing south quite quickly.
She is gazing wistfully at a one year old photo of her and husband Tom in the period before he persuaded her to adopt a self sufficient lifestyle. Barbara, late twenties, is sat on a high stool in what appears to be a high class hotel bar. She is wearing a midnight blue cocktail dress, which again, shows off her breasts and, this time her legs too, to best effect. Tom, who would have just turned 40 at the time, is dressed in a dark lounge suit with a red kipper tie. They are both sipping champagne.
She did occasionally long for those days when they could let their hair down, enjoy a lovely night out and then enjoy even more, a long and vigorous session in the bedroom. She had always been attracted to older men and whilst Tom was by no stretch of the imagination an assertive man, she more than made up for it by being a very willing and submissive partner. Perhaps it had been this curious dynamic that had led to her boss informing Tom that he was regularly paying her overtime to get on her knees and suck his dick during her lunch-hour. He said that she was the best cock sucker he'd ever known. Tom seemed almost aroused by the revelation.
Barbara loved Tom. But his commitment to their new way of life had left him inattentive to her needs – and left her with a file full of outstanding bills to pay. Unlike him, she hated the bartering of one thing for another, always feeling like she had come away with the poor end of the bargain. Having thought about it, despite his argument that things would all be right in the end, she decided that they really had no option but to request that their neighbours the Leadbetters be generous and loan them enough to see them through to Christmas.
Knowing that Tom would be busy for the next few hours and that Margo was rehearsing at the Music Society, she decided to take the bull by the horns and go round to ask Jerry. She knew that he had a soft spot for her, so hoped she could persuade him without too much trouble. To improve her chances, she quickly showered and dressed – in white cotton panties, a white push up bra, a red and white candy striped mid thigh summer dress, and summer shoes with a heel just long enough to give her legs perfect definition, raise her bum, and push her body forward. She quickly drank a large glass of wine – for courage.
Jerry, who was probably ten years older again than Tom, had more than a soft spot for Barbara. In fact, if she had seen him that morning (after Margo had gone to the Pony Club stables), lying on the sofa, cock out of his trousers and wanking furiously at the thought of Barbara running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft and taking the bell end into her oh so sweet, little mouth. . . . She'd have realised.
When she rang the doorbell, she suddenly felt the wine rush to her head and her cheeks flushed. Jerry, opened the door and stepped back momentarily to asess the vision in front of him.”Jesus!” he thought, “You Barbara are looking especially fuckable tonight. . .”. For her part, Barbara's eyes had been drawn to Jerry's crotch and she thought that even though soft, he had a decent size bulge. “I wonder how big it is when it get stiff?” she pondered.
To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? asked Jerry. Barbara, who could feel her whole body blushing and her neck turning a deep red, fought back tears as she said, “I'll come straight to the point Jerry. Our bartering scheme is not at its most successful at the moment and we have a cashflow problem. You are well off, and it wouldn't hurt you to lend Tom and me £500 until Christmas would it?”
Jerry was many things, but a fool he was not. “Of course, I'd love to help you”. He drew her into a comforting hug and she relaxed into his warm embrace.”Perhaps you are just bartering the wrong things” he whispered into her ear. “How do you mean?” she said, looking up into his eyes. He suddenly kissed her, fiercely, passionately. His free hand groped her breast, his hand that had been supporting her back in their embrace, moved to her arse cheek. “I'm sure your fellow barterers would give an awful lot for. . . “ He kissed her again. This time, she put her arms around his neck and matched his passion. Their tongues wrestled and she felt a hardening of the package she had fleetingly admired earlier, press against her groin.
Her hand reached for it, unzipping him without breaking the rhythm of their kiss. She had little difficulty, despite it's size, yanking it out of his Y fronts. She was extremely dexterous and soon her hand was working wonders in getting him fully aroused. “Wow!! You do have a Big Daddy dick don't you Jerry?!!” she gasped. He could see the lust that had consumed her, burning in her eyes.
“£500 you say? That might require some serious bartering Barbara”. She slipped quietly to her knees and began to make Jerry's earlier fantasy, a reality – only so much better than he had ever imagined. “Jesus! You are just the best cock sucking whore ever! Come on Barbara, gag on it. Get Jerry's dick all the way down your throat”. He held her head and started fucking her mouth. As she gagged and spluttered, tears in her eyes, she thrilled at his words. Enough for now, of the good wife in the Good Life, she was enjoying being a cock hungry bitch in heat. And she wanted a lot more of what Jerry was offering.
He raised her from her knees and pushed her onto the sofa, knelt and raised her dress to her hips. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy and her delicate perfume filled his nostrils. He looked at her white panties as his finger traced her gash, through them. “Fuck, you are soaking!! You're in real need of my dick aren't you? How long is it since you have been well and truly shagged?”
Barbara didn't answer. She simply said, “Eat me first, please”. Jerry raised her hips and neatly pulled her knickers to her ankles. Her pussy was beautiful. Naturally hairy and very slightly trimmed, her lips were puffed up and her clit standing proud. He buried his face in her juices and started to lick up and down like a man possessed, intermittently sucking her clit into his mouth and grazing it between his teeth.
“Oh daddy!!!” she moaned. He dragged her bottom further forward and raised it. Her legs now pointing straight at the ceiling – and his tongue lapping from clit to bum hole and back again in a constant, relentless motion.
“Oh shit!! Oh yes!! Oh fuck!!” she screamed as she reached her first convulsing orgasm. She automatically caught his head in a vice like grip as her legs snapped shut. He prised them apart and said, “Right, we both need this NOW!””. Standing, he guided his massive cock deep into her wet gaping hole in one quick push. With a second he was in her up to the hilt.
He started to bang her mercilessly, her juices staining the trousers that he still hadn't removed. He pulled her hair into two tight bunches in his hands as he banged her for dear life. “Mmmmmm”” I'm your cock loving whore Jerry. Please let me be your cum slut – fill me!”. His relentless fucking brought Barbara to a second major orgasm.
She was too lost in her pleasure to notice that he hadn't yet shot his load. He quickly pulled out and rolled her onto her knees, both her hands now on the back of the sofa. “I haven't finished with you yet”
Barbara knew exactly where he was going next. She felt his big head pushing at her damp “rosebud” as Tom called it. “No, please, Jerry!! I've never been fucked there and you are too big for me!” “I'm sure you can Barbara, and besides, as I said, £500 requires a lot of bartering”. He spat on her quivering pink hole and used his hand to massage her copious pussy juices up and down his shaft. He pushed in, gently at first, an inch or so at a time and rested for 30 seconds or so, so Barbara could get used to his girth and relax her sphincter.
Within five minutes he was starting to build his speed and depth. She came for a third time before he finally exploded into her. When he finally withdrew, his cock was followed by a stream of hot, sticky cum. “My, you are a dirty little girl aren't you?! Quick, pull your panties up and catch my cum in them”.
Barbara, straightened her clothes as best she could in the circumstances, Jerry poured them both a glass of wine and handed over a cheque made out for £500.
Fair exchange is no robbery, thought Barbara as she sipped her wine and smiled to herself. This IS the good life!
Barbara Good is sat at her kitchen table. She is looking striking in her long sleeve, dark green t-shirt (which show the contours of her pert breasts in a very positive light), her shoulder length hair tousled around her collar; and even in a seated position, the curve of her bottom in her jeans, could send the blood of the average man, flowing south quite quickly.
She is gazing wistfully at a one year old photo of her and husband Tom in the period before he persuaded her to adopt a self sufficient lifestyle. Barbara, late twenties, is sat on a high stool in what appears to be a high class hotel bar. She is wearing a midnight blue cocktail dress, which again, shows off her breasts and, this time her legs too, to best effect. Tom, who would have just turned 40 at the time, is dressed in a dark lounge suit with a red kipper tie. They are both sipping champagne.
She did occasionally long for those days when they could let their hair down, enjoy a lovely night out and then enjoy even more, a long and vigorous session in the bedroom. She had always been attracted to older men and whilst Tom was by no stretch of the imagination an assertive man, she more than made up for it by being a very willing and submissive partner. Perhaps it had been this curious dynamic that had led to her boss informing Tom that he was regularly paying her overtime to get on her knees and suck his dick during her lunch-hour. He said that she was the best cock sucker he'd ever known. Tom seemed almost aroused by the revelation.
Barbara loved Tom. But his commitment to their new way of life had left him inattentive to her needs – and left her with a file full of outstanding bills to pay. Unlike him, she hated the bartering of one thing for another, always feeling like she had come away with the poor end of the bargain. Having thought about it, despite his argument that things would all be right in the end, she decided that they really had no option but to request that their neighbours the Leadbetters be generous and loan them enough to see them through to Christmas.
Knowing that Tom would be busy for the next few hours and that Margo was rehearsing at the Music Society, she decided to take the bull by the horns and go round to ask Jerry. She knew that he had a soft spot for her, so hoped she could persuade him without too much trouble. To improve her chances, she quickly showered and dressed – in white cotton panties, a white push up bra, a red and white candy striped mid thigh summer dress, and summer shoes with a heel just long enough to give her legs perfect definition, raise her bum, and push her body forward. She quickly drank a large glass of wine – for courage.
Jerry, who was probably ten years older again than Tom, had more than a soft spot for Barbara. In fact, if she had seen him that morning (after Margo had gone to the Pony Club stables), lying on the sofa, cock out of his trousers and wanking furiously at the thought of Barbara running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft and taking the bell end into her oh so sweet, little mouth. . . . She'd have realised.
When she rang the doorbell, she suddenly felt the wine rush to her head and her cheeks flushed. Jerry, opened the door and stepped back momentarily to asess the vision in front of him.”Jesus!” he thought, “You Barbara are looking especially fuckable tonight. . .”. For her part, Barbara's eyes had been drawn to Jerry's crotch and she thought that even though soft, he had a decent size bulge. “I wonder how big it is when it get stiff?” she pondered.
To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? asked Jerry. Barbara, who could feel her whole body blushing and her neck turning a deep red, fought back tears as she said, “I'll come straight to the point Jerry. Our bartering scheme is not at its most successful at the moment and we have a cashflow problem. You are well off, and it wouldn't hurt you to lend Tom and me £500 until Christmas would it?”
Jerry was many things, but a fool he was not. “Of course, I'd love to help you”. He drew her into a comforting hug and she relaxed into his warm embrace.”Perhaps you are just bartering the wrong things” he whispered into her ear. “How do you mean?” she said, looking up into his eyes. He suddenly kissed her, fiercely, passionately. His free hand groped her breast, his hand that had been supporting her back in their embrace, moved to her arse cheek. “I'm sure your fellow barterers would give an awful lot for. . . “ He kissed her again. This time, she put her arms around his neck and matched his passion. Their tongues wrestled and she felt a hardening of the package she had fleetingly admired earlier, press against her groin.
Her hand reached for it, unzipping him without breaking the rhythm of their kiss. She had little difficulty, despite it's size, yanking it out of his Y fronts. She was extremely dexterous and soon her hand was working wonders in getting him fully aroused. “Wow!! You do have a Big Daddy dick don't you Jerry?!!” she gasped. He could see the lust that had consumed her, burning in her eyes.
“£500 you say? That might require some serious bartering Barbara”. She slipped quietly to her knees and began to make Jerry's earlier fantasy, a reality – only so much better than he had ever imagined. “Jesus! You are just the best cock sucking whore ever! Come on Barbara, gag on it. Get Jerry's dick all the way down your throat”. He held her head and started fucking her mouth. As she gagged and spluttered, tears in her eyes, she thrilled at his words. Enough for now, of the good wife in the Good Life, she was enjoying being a cock hungry bitch in heat. And she wanted a lot more of what Jerry was offering.
He raised her from her knees and pushed her onto the sofa, knelt and raised her dress to her hips. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy and her delicate perfume filled his nostrils. He looked at her white panties as his finger traced her gash, through them. “Fuck, you are soaking!! You're in real need of my dick aren't you? How long is it since you have been well and truly shagged?”
Barbara didn't answer. She simply said, “Eat me first, please”. Jerry raised her hips and neatly pulled her knickers to her ankles. Her pussy was beautiful. Naturally hairy and very slightly trimmed, her lips were puffed up and her clit standing proud. He buried his face in her juices and started to lick up and down like a man possessed, intermittently sucking her clit into his mouth and grazing it between his teeth.
“Oh daddy!!!” she moaned. He dragged her bottom further forward and raised it. Her legs now pointing straight at the ceiling – and his tongue lapping from clit to bum hole and back again in a constant, relentless motion.
“Oh shit!! Oh yes!! Oh fuck!!” she screamed as she reached her first convulsing orgasm. She automatically caught his head in a vice like grip as her legs snapped shut. He prised them apart and said, “Right, we both need this NOW!””. Standing, he guided his massive cock deep into her wet gaping hole in one quick push. With a second he was in her up to the hilt.
He started to bang her mercilessly, her juices staining the trousers that he still hadn't removed. He pulled her hair into two tight bunches in his hands as he banged her for dear life. “Mmmmmm”” I'm your cock loving whore Jerry. Please let me be your cum slut – fill me!”. His relentless fucking brought Barbara to a second major orgasm.
She was too lost in her pleasure to notice that he hadn't yet shot his load. He quickly pulled out and rolled her onto her knees, both her hands now on the back of the sofa. “I haven't finished with you yet”
Barbara knew exactly where he was going next. She felt his big head pushing at her damp “rosebud” as Tom called it. “No, please, Jerry!! I've never been fucked there and you are too big for me!” “I'm sure you can Barbara, and besides, as I said, £500 requires a lot of bartering”. He spat on her quivering pink hole and used his hand to massage her copious pussy juices up and down his shaft. He pushed in, gently at first, an inch or so at a time and rested for 30 seconds or so, so Barbara could get used to his girth and relax her sphincter.
Within five minutes he was starting to build his speed and depth. She came for a third time before he finally exploded into her. When he finally withdrew, his cock was followed by a stream of hot, sticky cum. “My, you are a dirty little girl aren't you?! Quick, pull your panties up and catch my cum in them”.
Barbara, straightened her clothes as best she could in the circumstances, Jerry poured them both a glass of wine and handed over a cheque made out for £500.
Fair exchange is no robbery, thought Barbara as she sipped her wine and smiled to herself. This IS the good life!
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