Venture Venturi - A Slut Mommie Story.
Okay, hands up! Who here has been following Kate Muggleton's adventures? Most of you? I am not surprised! I live in Brisbane, and I wish I knew where she lives because, oh my, Lawd, would I love to talk and then play with her! I read her tales and couldn't believe it! So, I decided to, umm, emulate her, I guess.
To set the scene, I'm not as tall and voluptuous as Kate is. Instead, I'm short and a little chubby. My figure resembles Kelly Clarkson's more closely than an Amazonian like Kate. I have what has been described as having a round, lively face with flashing hazel eyes, a wide mouth, small, even white teeth, and full, pouty lips.
My figure is full, too. I currently have a 40-33-38 figure with big, squishy G-cup breasts. I'm younger than Kate at a youthful twenty-five, although, like her, I have two kids, an older son and a younger daughter. My son is nine, and my daughter is five.
Hey! Wait. You're wondering about my name, aren't you? Like, is it a made-up name for this story? Well, my last name is Venturi, but my first is Sara. My dad nicknamed me Venture when I was born because he and Mom were on a three adventure park weekend trip when the condom split, and nine months later, there I was. Mom and Dad got married, but they split after around ten years. Mom got custody of me and my two younger brothers and remarried about two years after she separated from Dad. Her new husband was a creep, so I complained to Dad. When I was twelve, I went to live with him full-time.
Dad never remarried, but he lives with a woman who is ten years older than him. That woman, Deana, has four kids, so money was tight when I grew up, but it was better than what I knew would happen with Mom's new husband.
I'm married, but my husband is in the RAN (Royal Australian Navy), so he's hardly ever home. I know he has sex when he travels because the bastard brought a dose of the clap home to me when his ship rotated through Indo-China. Worse, he'd already headed back out to sea before I realised I had VD. After getting treatment and at the urging of some friends, I began reading Kate's stories and decided I wanted some adventures like hers. Mostly to pay my husband, Regan, back for his infidelities but also because I was bored and horny.
Unfortunately, I didn't have any vices that a hypnotherapy clinic could treat, and even if I did, I couldn't find the clinic Kate referred to. Of course, I realised she'd probably changed the therapist's and clinic's name to 'protect the guilty', so to speak.
With that track a no-go, I looked up personal fitness trainers and found a trainer called Patrick who, at least by appearances, matched Kate's trainer. I phoned him and organised a time for him to come to my place. Then I arranged for Mom to look after my kids. I read through the episode where Kate consummated her long-time attraction to Patrick again and bought an outfit similar to what she wore that morning.
Unfortunately, my husband Regan and I are not in the same wealth class as the Muggletons, so we don't have a massive two-story house in Brisbane's eastern suburbs. We have a much smaller home in Murarrie, which is also in Brisbane's east but is a much lower socio-economic area than where Kate and her family live. That meant that I didn't have a curving staircase I could throw myself off to seduce Patrick. However, I could afford to buy the white Lorna Jane exercise outfit she wore.
Patrick arrived on a Tuesday afternoon, as we'd arranged. Other than gym at school, I haven't done any exercise at all. Patrick was patient and generous with his praise, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get him to react to me as he'd done with Kate. Frustrated, I opened her adventures and reread their described interactions. When I did, I realised Patrick was quite conservative with his relationship with Kate until Kate took it upon herself to seduce him.
After determining how Mrs Muggleton had seduced Patrick, I devised a different plan and called him to set up another session. Patrick agreed to meet me twice a week on Tuesday and Friday, and we decided 9.00 am on Friday, later this week, would work for us both.
When Patrick got to my place, I'd been for a light jog, as Patrick had suggested. I'm a curvy girl with huge breasts, so running has never been one of my favourite things to do. Even with only that easy five-minute run, I was sweating heavily when Patrick arrived.
I'd worn my white leotard, so, with the sweat running off me, it was almost translucent around my boobs and groin. My pussy area, especially, showed through the outfit because I hadn't worn underwear, and my closely trimmed pubic hair was outlined against my leotard. As I'd hoped, Patrick's eyes immediately dropped to my large breasts, which were perilously straining against my sports bra.
I innocently asked if Patrick would help me do some isometric stretches. He agreed, and I lay on my back, pulled my legs up, pressed my soles together, and asked if he could push my knees towards the floor. Patrick did as I asked and immediately gulped when he saw my clearly defined little pussy and trimmed, black pussy hair firmly pressed against my leotard.
Patrick pushed down on my knees until I couldn't handle the stretch's pain. He held them for a count of thirty, and then I tried to squeeze my knees together. After counting to ten, I relaxed my muscles, and Patrick pressed my knees down again. To my delight, and as Kate had described, Patrick sported a very impressive erection as he failingly tried to keep his eyes from my large, squishy breasts and almost exposed beaver.
When Patrick released my knees, I lifted my bare feet and pressed them around Patrick's throbbing cock. He grunted in surprise, but before he could protest, I said, "Let me relieve that for you. Would you like a foot or a boob job?"
"Boob job?" Patrick asked.
"I'll pull my top down, and you can slide your dick between my breasts as I squeeze them tightly around your cock. You'll need some lube, though."
"What you're doing is nice," Patrick gasped.
"Take your shorts off, honey," I encouraged. "Then lube your cock and my feet."
Patrick hesitated momentarily before getting a bottle of Sorbelene cream from his bag. He dropped his pants and swiftly coated my feet and his cock. When he had, I pressed my feet around Patrick's thick shaft and moved them up and down.
"Gawd, that's good!" Patrick moaned. Then, a few minutes later, he warned, "I'm going to cum!"
I giggled and quickly spun so I could take his big dick in my mouth. I gently cupped and squeezed his big balls with one hand as I pumped his shaft with the other. Seconds later, Patrick groaned and filled my eagerly sucking mouth with spunk.
Once he'd stopped cumming, Patrick urgently pushed my leotard down before ripping it off my lush body. Growling, he pushed my knees up and back before quickly latching onto my left tit. He bit my nipple quite firmly as he battered it with his tongue. Simultaneously, Patrick cupped my cunt and thrust two fingers inside my sticky pussy. Pressing his hand's heel hard against my fuck button, Patrick finger fucked my tight little pussy as he lashed my nipple with his tongue.
Thrusting my hips up to meet Patrick's fingers, I demanded, "Fuck me, Patrick. Shove your big fuck stick into my tight cunt and fill me with cum!"
Patrick released my tit and covered my body with his. I felt his giant cock's head at my cunt's entrance, and before I could breathe, he thrust firmly inside me. I gasped as the first stray cock since I'd married my husband split me open. I gasped again when Patrick's dick bottomed out in my slippery fuck hole and crashed into my cervix.
