The Pool Hustler Homewrecking Phone Sex

PRINCESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“That’s it,” I told him. He was going to town, making out with my pussy like a pro. “Oh fuck, daddy, that’s it! Get me there! GET ME THERE!” Some people may think my life alternates between shopping sprees, steamy sex and partying, and mostly, they’re right… *giggles*… but I also make sure to get in a healthy amount of relaxation thrown in there for good measure.

I was out lounging by the pool flaunting my perfect barely legal body in a brand new hot-pink string bikini, the warmth of the Summer sun kissing my body, my tan coming along nicely. And something about lying in the sun, nearly naked always gets me horny.

My mind was drifting from one sexy thought to the next, reliving some recent encounters with sexy older men.  I began lightly tracing little shapes with my fingertips along my stomach, working my way down to my already soaking wet pussy when I caught Kurt watching me from his deck next-door.

Kurt was in his mid-forties, a typical suburban dad type, with a few kids in various grades and a fat nagging cow for wife.

He owned a small medical billing firm so he *had* money, which always makes a guy more desirable – men everywhere take note!

“Hi Kurt,”  I said, giving a little wave.

“Oh … hi Rhianna,” he said, “I didn’t see you there.”

Yeah sure … lol … he could never keep his eyes off his little blonde barely legal dream girl

“So…whatcha doin’ today?” I felt like teasing him a bit and he was cute and married and my love for older married men is well documented. I especially like married men because not only do they really appreciate a tight young pussy but it’s also getting one over on their miserable cow wives and the thought of that makes it all the more of a turn on.

He told me that he wasn’t doing much and he was just enjoying his day off. As I was listening intently, or pretending to, I took a long lingering sip of my lemonade, working the straw over with my tongue.

“I made so much lemonade and I have nobody to share it with.”

“Oh … yeah?”

“Wanna come join for a glass,” I asked sweetly, batting my eyes.

He got nervous all of a sudden, and said “I … I don’t know, if that’s appropriate.”

Aw how cute.

“Lemonade isn’t appropriate? I don’t understand.”

“Well …”

A few moments later he was sitting across from me, not saying much. He was wearing a short sleeve plaid button down and cargo shorts. Total “dadcore.”

“I just got ’em done, look,” I lifted my leg to show my new pedi.

” Hot pink to match my bikini.”

“Uhm … I see that.”

“The same with these,” and I touched his hand letting him get a look at my manicure job. My touch seemed to make him squirm. Poor baby.

“Is something the matter? You seem … uncomfortable.”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just fine.”

“Feel free to get comfy. Mi casa and all that, you know” I giggled.

I stood up, stretched just long enough to give him a good look at my hot, curvy young body and then dived in the pool.

“Wow. The water feels amazing.”

I floated backwards looking up at the sky.

“You just gonna sit there? C’mon in!”

“You think I should?”

His act was starting to wear thin. I didn’t say anything, I just basked in the water…and waited.

“What the hell,” he stood up and took his shirt off. He was a little soft in the middle, but still …not bad. Nope, not bad at all.

He jumped in. We playfully swam around for a few minutes, before I went under and tugged at his shorts, pulling them off.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Look what I got. Look what I got.”

I swam to the end of the pool and tossed his shorts a few feet away. I sat up on the end of the pool. He paddled towards me,  blushing.

“I wish you wouldn’t have done that Rhianna. How would this look if my wife …”

I touched his lips in an effort to shut him up.

“We’re all alone. Stop being such a worrier. And who cares about wifey? She’s a fat nagging passive aggressive cow and I bet she hasn’t fucked you good and proper for years.”

I unfastened my g-string.

“Am I right, daddy?”

My bottom half was now totally exposed, his eyes were fixed on my tight, pink and juicy pussy.

I guided his head to me, his mouth was now a mere inches away.

“I can’t. I shouldn’t.”

“Yes. You can. And you should.”

At that he let himself go, exploring my honey pot with his tongue, tasting every bit, kissing and licking my pussy lips. Then like a hungry animal he attacked my clit.

My body convulsed with pleasure as he brought me to orgasm.

He pulled himself out of the pool and ripping my bikini top off, he started sucking my tits.

I reached down and grabbed his hard cock and gave him a few strokes.

“It’s your turn now, daddy” I said, lying him on his back.

A few flicks of my tongue to the tip of cock, just for a tease, before taking him all the way in. 

I was moving my hot wet mouth all along his shaft with varying degrees of speed. He was ready to explode as I pulled off.

 I moved up, mounted his rock hard cock and my perfect tits bounced in time as I rode him cowgirl style.

“Oh my god … Rhianna,” he groaned.

He shot off like a volcano.

Trust me, this married cock hadn’t gotten off like this in years!

After a few minutes, he got up and started to get dressed.

“This can never happen again, you have to know that. I’m a married man.”

I laughed.

“Who said it was going to?”

He didn’t say anything he just walked off and headed back to his boring life. But I knew that I could have him anytime. All I would have to do is say the word, give him a look…and he would be mine to play with again. And his fat stupid wife wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. I decided that this marriage was going to bite the dust. This was going to be another notch in Princess Rhianna’s homewrecker belt.

I decided to have a little chat with his bitch wife. I wonder if she likes lemonade?

Maybe I’ll ask her tomorrow….

 

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