Joel And Mrs Sanders Ch 01

Like I said last time, my new woman, Mrs. Randall was taking way too long to fix her MILF hairstyle #2 in the back of her costume contest sign-in booth after we sexed the place up three or four times, so I took a walk and SOB, ran straight into Mrs. Sandi Sanders, who tricked me into 15 kinds of sex this past Labor Day holiday weekend at Mrs. Nevers' holiday weekend cookout.

But I wasn't bitter at all about that and I was happy to be Mrs. Sanders' hero when she needed a private place to unzip her skin tight wild cat meow costume so that she could catch her breath.

"Joel, I'm not even going to ask you why you have a master key to the festival committee office seeing how you've never joined a committee in your life, but the damn office smells like sex, so?"

"Oh, no, Mrs. Sanders, not me. I'm rock steady and true to the heart Joel and I haven't been this office since yesterday, so not me, Mrs. Sanders."

"Hmmm, yeah, OK and by the way, as the woman who took at least 11 of your hot loads over the Labor Day holiday weekend at Natalie's, well, I think Sandi will do. Now, OMG, Joel, find my zipper in back and release the Kraken, Joel, release the Kraken and allow me to breath normally."

"Hey Sandi, it was 13 hot loads! I count the two loads that I dumped between your ass cheeks as you were sleeping without undies on! A nut is a nut, I say!"

"I know baby, I was checking that you were paying attention. I mean, you did promise that I'm the only woman you ever busted a nut inside of, right Joel? I mean, right baby?"

ZIP

"OMFG, air! OMG, finally!"

Look, whatever wild cat meow costumes cost, LOL, they are worth it!

"Oops, LOL, did my ass just pop out baby? Ah, LOL, will we get the costume zipped back up later after you reconfirm me again as your woman with more passionate sex? In this office that already smells like sex. That you don't know anything about, of course."

Look, again, whatever wild cat meow costumes cost, LOL, they are worth it!

"Hmmm, ah, here we are, Joel. All alone in some festival office and with my ass hanging out like it is, so, hmmm, what should you do about that?"

"Oh, lean forward a little Sandi and I'm taking all of this for a meow test drive."

Ah, hi, folks, it's Sandi Sanders and ah, well, that's how you get a man to make you his woman again. I mean, I paid a lot for my wild cat meow costume, but believe me, it was worth it. Sandi out.

"OMG, Joel, have you been watching "how to" videos because those are some new strokes and thrusts and no baby, I am not complaining. Hmmm, do me, Joel, do me deep like that. Oh, ah, ooh, oh, are we moving towards the desk? And by that, I mean I guess we are."

"Just push the stapler and the scissors out the way Sandi and give me a little bigger leg spread for better access. Yup, just like that baby, I mean, it's like you've done this before."

"No, no baby, just like you promised me that I'm only woman to have ever known your hot seed on the inside, I maintain my promise to you that I don't jack about sex and I'm just following your directions. Now, stop your jibber jabbering, smack my fat ass around, pump my worn-out pussy likes it's one of my last chances to get pregnant and give your little kitty kat her milk!"

Promises, right? They are like little white lies, am I right?

"Ahh, see baby? We're made for each other. So, finish off our first time this hour by tongue kissing me deep and feel free to come clean about your new moves. I mean, did you learn all that from watching videos or is that just a little white lie? Or 17 white lies?"

"Fine Sandi, you called me out! I've had sex once since you took my virginity this past Labor Day holiday, but it was with myself while I was looking at the sexy selfie you sent me, so it's your fault and I declare my innocence!"

"Hmmm, anyways, wait, hmmm, anyways, I guess you can't take me from the front with my wild cat meow costume only half on like this, right loyal Joel? I mean, it's a one-piece full body suit, so?"

"Well, I like to think of it as half off, but let's wiggle your fat ass out of that thing and give your front a go, shall we, Sandi?"

"Oh, we shall baby daddy Joel, we shall."

Wait, what? Now that's just a little white lie that women sometimes tell to keep their man around, right?

"Oh, seriously, Joel, all this from watching porn videos? Oh, screw it, just screw me Joel, lay the wood to me honey and don't stop until I get the full 53 seconds. Cock me baby, cock me good. It's might be my last chance at a baby, baby. Oh, fuck Joel, OMG, I can feel your blast bouncing off the bottom side of my stomach."

"Whew, you wear me out, Sandi, you wear me out. So, clean my semi limp cock while I rest up?"

"I will never refuse you my mouth, Joel and you will never go without anything else either. I mean, as your reconfirmed woman and all, right?"

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Is someone in my festival office? Hello? The door is latched from the inside? Hello, it's Mrs. Quinten, the Head Festival Spokesperson. Is someone in my office? Hello?"

Well, most office doors are thin, so as long as you stand close to it, well, you can talk right through it.

"Ah, hi Mrs. Quinten, it's me Joel, ah, one of the festival guests was having trouble catching her breath, so, ah, I brought her into the office to rest, ah, yeah, that's it. A festival guest needed to rest and I saved the day, so I'm a hero, so, OK, bye now."

"OMG, Joel, does she need a medic? This is serious! Also, oh baby, I left my soaked body suit in the top desk drawer for you baby. It is heavily scented, so you can rub it all over your face tonight because you promised me that you are so alone in life that you sleep diagonal in the bed. And I pay attention Joel baby, so that's quote-unquote, baby."

With any luck, Sandi Sanders' scramble to squeeze her wild cat meow costume back on distracted her from hearing all that.

"Joel? You should open my office door right this instant!"

"Ah, well, if I open this door then I'm going to sex you nine different ways and then some, so you better go use the bathroom first, yeah, that's it. Go pee first because we are going to need the room to hold all the hot seed that I'm going to load you up with."

"OK, but only because I know you can't live without my good stuff."

Whew, right?

"I don't know what the hell you were saying through the door Joel, but it sounds like we need to clear out this office, so pretend to zip me, give me a couple of quick pokes and then zip me up."

Oh, did I do that, hell yeah, said every man ever! And was I in the office waiting when Mrs. Quinten returned from using the bathroom? Ah, hell no, said this man! Did I get the two of us the hell out of the office right after giving Sandi a few quick pokes from the rear? Duh.

"Joel, are you sure that this little booth is empty?"

"Yeah, Sandi, it was the sign-in booth for the costume contest sign-up and that's over."

"Oh, don't get me started on those two floozies with their tight little red apple asses who stole the contest. Don't even get me started!"

"But you should get started sucking my dick, Sandi. We're burning the midnight oil and the floozy I banged earlier in this booth might come back or something."

"Excuse me? You're banging floozies on the side now?"

"No, Sandi, I'm committed to you. I said that I changed the oil in her old time Halloween lantern so it would keep burning. It was a part of her Egyptian Slave Girl costume. I mean, they didn't have battery lanterns back then, right?

"Hmmm, and by that, I mean, hmmm, again, Joel. Anyways, I trust you, besides, my best friend Ricki Randall came tonight as an Egyptian Slave Girl, so I know that the props are important. Anyways, it's tough for me to kneel in this one-piece form fitting wild cat meow costume, so can I just sit in the chair while you fuck my face?"

Wow, what a day at the Halloween festival and how I got away with it all is beyond me.

End Joel & Mrs. Sanders 01