Joel & Mrs. Randall 01

Joel & Mrs. Randall 01

Ahh, it was Saturday and the night of the big city sponsored Halloween Festival party and I was looking so forward to dressing as Captain Nobody and walking around the festival my fine ass little cookie Yvette on my arm and showing off that I could land such a catch of a woman my age.

"Joel, love of life for the last two weeks, are we in such a committed relationship that we can make some trades?"

"Yvette, we're mere weeks away from getting married, so we can do anything. What would you like to trade Yvette? Is it time that you traded the spare bedroom for our relationship bedroom?"

"No, Joel, you know I haven't been "safe" since the first day we met and I told you that I won't be "safe" for the next four months, so we have to watch how we have sex or don't have sex, or whatever."

"Well, I guess a baby would trash your tiny figure, so are you trading your ass so I jack off on it instead of jacking off into a paper towel?"

"Joel, hush your mouth about that. The entire city thinks you do me every which way and we need to keep it way because my rep clearly states that my man never goes without. Anyways, I was thinking that we could trade your paper towels for one pair of my new and unsoiled panties straight from the store package."

"Sold."

"Good and thank you, but you should have let me finish because you just agreed to and fully support me going to the Halloween party tonight without you. I'm going with Pippa and by the way, you agreed to let me wear a skimpy costume that should be illegal in public, but as your committed woman, I promise to wear a thong under my slutty plaid skirt, which allows for about 50% of my butt globes to hang out."

Well at least my committed girlfriend agreed to wear some form of panties, right?

"And at the end of the party, you're returning to our relationship house?????"

"It could happen, maybe."

Well, I didn't expect to be forced to hang out by the costume contest sign-in booth, but as my little cookie said, I agreed to it, I guess. I mean, I don't remember that, but Yvette would never lie to me or fool me, so I propped out the costume contest sign-in booth.

"If you're just going to lean up against the booth's post like that young man, you could at least talk to me. It's kind of boring signing up all these people in costumes who are clearly not going to win. I mean, you got an eyeful of those two little cookies walking around in basically nothing and their asses hanging out from the back, right? The fix is in."

"Oh, I hadn't noticed. I'm Joel, by the way. And you are?"

"Mrs. Randall, LOL, costume contest sign-up queen. So, Joel, you hadn't noticed the two hotties who are flashing their skin everywhere and you're not staring at my boobs, so, you're gay, right? Not that there is anything wrong with that. I mean, a man meat sandwich, rah, rah, rah, go team go, am I right?"

"Funny, Mrs. Randall, but you have me pegged all wrong, although pegged was probably a poor choice of a word. And by the way, the hot cookie with the golden skin, well, I slap that around. She's my lady of the house, well, she moved into the guest house, but she's the lady of my house and I slap that around. Boom! Macho man Tiger Joel smacks that all around!"

"Alright, let's go with that. Or, or, or and hear me out, we can go with you have whipped off a few creep shots of her and you slap your cock around in the shower or into paper towels? So, which way is it?"

"Oh, we shouldn't quibble about things, right Mrs. Randall?"

"We shall not quibble, Joel, but as two adults, we should bring honesty to the front and you know what? I'll start. Joel, I divorced my husband and you just might get your cock sucked tonight if you make just the right move. And by the way, Captain Nobody, the line of costumed losers is thinning and my sign-in booth has a small curtain and my Egyptian Slave Girl costume couldn't be any sheerer, so your move."

Hmmm, forward and direct, I like that.

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute and hold the Halloween Witch's ass! Remove your eye mask and reveal yourself to me, JOEL!"

Well, I say busted, but why bother, right?

"Sorry, but yes, I am that, Joel. Disappointed, Mrs. Randall?"

"Oh no, sweetie, I'm delighted. You have rep for your recovery time and I was actually wondering if I might make the rotation or not. Ah, um, my booth curtain, ah, Joel, do you want to see what I have behind my booth curtain?"

"Sure, as long as it's a life size doll of you on your knees, Mrs. Randall."

"And I'll be sure to order one of those someday, but for tonight, will my real flesh and skin do?"

Oh, I don't know where the doll comments came from because I never had an interest or a need for anything like that, but do they make them that represent certain people? These are the questions that now haunt me.

"Joel, stud, is it our official position that I just sucked the first one out of you to get that silly issue out the way?"

"Absolutely, Mrs. Randall, absolutely. Rule # 1. So, do I get my short recovery time while you step out from around the curtain to check for any last-minute sign ups?"

"Oh, yes, Joel, yes you do, but tongue kiss me deep and send me around the curtain like a happy woman."

Oh, we all know that I have been tongue kissing my women deep since last April, so boom, I'm an expert! I mean, just ask my current warm from the oven cookie, Yvette. Also, never mind that my recovery times have been taking a little longer as the months have gone by.

"OMG, Mrs. Randall, look! Pippa and I won the costume contest and all we had to do was to slightly bend over and slap each on our basically bare asses a little! I mean, we each got these tiny trophies and these two fat envelopes of cash, not to mention that Pippa and I now have like nine new boyfriends each! I mean, I don't know how I going to explain all that to my sugar daddy Joel, but I sort of moved out of his house the day after we met anyways, so, hey, you can close your sign-in booth Mrs. Randall because the contest is over."

Wait, what? I should pop out from around the curtain and confront all this excitement, right?"

"Oh, girls, I'm so happy for the both of you for flashing your asses and walking away with all the prizes and a bunch of new boyfriends. Not to mention that both of your little backside cookies remind me of my days back when, but Yvette, your mother is my friend, so I must make a confession to you. I've been very lonely ever since I divorced my lousy no-good cheating faggot ex-husband because I caught him dressed in this same Egyptian Slave Girl at the Butchers' card game, but I had a weak moment Yvette, a weak moment."

"Ah, Mrs. Randall, is there any chance that your weak moment would help me with my Joel situation?"

"I deserve to be punished, Yvette, I deserved to be punished and if that punishment comes in the form of your little friend Pippa hanging her butt over my sign-in counter so I can smash my face between her cheeks, well, let me be punished Yvette, let me repent her from the rear."

Oh, was I going to break that up? Yes, said no man ever!

"Holy never telling mom snap, Mrs. Randall! Also, holy where did you learn to rock your butt like that, Pippa! I mean, holy snap everything!"

Oh, did I peek around the corner of the curtain? No, said no man ever!

"Fuck you two! You're killing me here! OMG, if only Joel knew how to get me this wet! Anyways, if you promise me that you swallowed Joel and are willing to become his new woman, Mrs. Randall, then all is forgiven and OMG, Pippa, you're doing me hard tonight! Like in the SUV. Like in two minutes! And then we go hook up with all of our new boyfriends, like one at a time."

"For shame, Yvette, I swallowed his seed and committed to be his new woman. Also, if you promise to never speak of it with your mom, who is my friend, you may punish me too!"

"For shame, Mrs. Randall?"

"For shame, Yvette, for shame! But then you two need to split so my new man can wreck my pussy in the back of the booth, cool?"

Oh, forget it, said no man ever!

"Forget Yvette, Joel. She might be your age, but she's too young for you. I'm more of your speed, so take me dirty in the back of the booth and cement our relationship forever! Take me Joel, take me behind the curtain of my sign-in booth and make me your woman. Just don't rip my Egyptian Slave Girl costume because it's a rental. Oh, and by the way Joel, absolutely yes do I look better in it than my lousy no-good faggot ex-husband as he performed his slave service duties to his masters at the card game the hard way. I mean, talk about for shame, right?"

Well, of course, I took her behind the curtain and solidified her as my new woman and let there be no doubt that she knew how chip in.

"Oh, Joel, you certainly know your way around lady private parts! So, please tell me that you have a machine in your basement so I won't have to wait 4 to 6 weeks for the shipping for my laminated "Lady of House" card and a Tiara comes with too, right?"

"Will I be greeted at the front after I get off work on Thursday evenings with you wearing a trench coat and a trench coat only, Mrs. Randall?"

"Of course, my darling and Yvette can still come around from time to time to make you a coffee because I'm not what I used to be and a string dental floss bikini may be a little too much at this point in my life. Oh, and that Pippa babe can come too."

"And I'm ready to go again right now, Mrs. Randall."

"And you will never be refused, so jack hammer away for the next 67 seconds baby, jack hammer away. And it might be about time that you call me Ricki, honey. So, get all up in there and do me again, just be careful of my MILF hairstyle #2. I just got it done this morning for the festival."

I'm not trying give away secrets or anything, but the over 40 crowd seems to need a little extra time to fix themselves up after three times of sex, so I wandered around the festival for a few minutes with a huge smile on my face.

"OMG, Joel, Tiger Joel! Oh, I'm so glad that I ran into you tonight. I need some help, Joel."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mrs. Sanders, who tricked me into sex before, during and after Mrs. Nevers' Labor Day cookout!"

"And you're complaining, Joel?"

"Oh, no, I just to play the part of the good guy for once. And, ooh, la, la, meow, Mrs. Sanders!"

"Oh, thanks captain Nobody, but never mind my skin tight wild cat costume for a moment. Well, wait, my skin hugging wild cat costume is some of my problem right now. I mean, I'm sure we're in a committed relationship right now, but this costume is keeping me from breathing, so is there a festival office you can take me to for a few minutes so I can release the Kraken and catch my breath? I promise, no sex tricks. I'm dying baby, dying to breath."

Well, my new woman seemed to be still fixing her MILF hairstyle # 2, so, you know, right?

End Joel & Mrs. Randall 01