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Sex survey - XXX Story
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Rear Search
I guess you could call me a
statistician. But that's a tickler
of a word to spell. So I refer to
myself as a pollster or survey
taker, what have you. I compile
surveys over the phone or by
canvassing a community door-to-
door. It all depends on the
account.
The outfit I work for collects
and organizes the information (read
"bullshit") and then passes it
along to manufacturers. This way,
big companies know what kind of
garbage to stuff on the supermarket
shelves.
I was conducting a door-to-door
survey out on Long Island last
week. Forget about asking about
soap detergents and floor waxes.
What horny housewives are really
interested in is fucking on a nice
afternoon.
The lady who greeted me at noon
might just as well have used the
back door. That's where she let my
prick do some research. She was
pretty and had a lonely, desperate
look in her blue eyes. She invited
me into the living room and
throughout my questioning, she kept
staring at my cock, so help me!
Her blouse was low cut to begin
with and the fleshy peek of pink
tit made my dick itchy for action.
After completing the formal
questioning, I started to get up to
leave. But she put her hand on my
knee.
"You don't have to go," she said
softly. "It's very lonely being a
divorced woman in this surburban
ghetto. I haven't had a man, a real
man, in so long."
I smiled, pulling her close. She
nestled against my chest and slid
her warm hand into my pants
searching for cock. She gripped my
dick and actually starting
stroking. Shit! The last thing I
needed was to go home and face my
wife with cum stains on my pants.
Standing quickly, I slid out of
my pants and my dick bounced out at
her. The horny woman stripped away
her blouse and slacks like she was
in a race. I pulled down her damp
panties and sniffed her steamy
snatch sent.
She was ramming her pussy into my
face so I could lick and kiss her
cunt. We wrestled to the thick rug
where I frigged her fuck hole.
"Good!" she sighed. "Feels so
good!" She rammed herself all the
way off on my fingers and drenched
my hand and wrist with her juicy
orgasm.
Rolling her over, I focused on
her fleshy ass. Being an ass man
since day one, the touch and taste
of her rectum made me insane. She
liked my erotic attention there,
reaching for two pillows and using
them as a headrest. Turning to me
she smiled, seeing my dick aimed at
her ass.
Reaching back, she pulled apart
her white ass cheeks to expose her
rosebud rectum. I worked on her
pussy some more, even smearing some
of her sexy juice onto her
puckering butt hole. She moaned as
I worked my finger in and out of
her ass. And she howled to the
heavens when the hot head of my
cock brushed her brung hole.
Usually, I take my time with
analism, but this thirty-year-old
was in heat, banging her butt hard
against my groin.
She pushed back with her buttocks
and sucked me into her tight
rectum. Digging in deep, I held
onto her hips and rocked steadily,
making her moan into the pillow. A
half dozen pumps and the wet stuff
was bursting from my balls.
Collapsing on top of her, I
kissed the back of her neck and
told her how good it was. She
wanted to wash my cock and take me
into her pussy next. I was all for
that and decided to pad my survey
sheet with bull. Nobody at the
company really cares. Half the
statisticians in the office occupy
themselves with surveys of snatch
and dick size anyway. So everyone
is happy in the end, especially
that horny woman who craved cock
like it was going out of style.
And listen here. That lonely
woman wasn't the only one I bucked
in the back this past month. There
are many of them waiting for
someone to knock on their door. And
not just the front door either.
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