All Chapters of A Dangerous Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Why don't you let me suck that, Bottom?" she suggested playfully before taking Justin's cock into her mouth once more. Pleased that he tasted slightly better this time but still mindful of his ripe reek and overhanging hirsute belly, Claire used every trick she knew to get him hard quickly again, feeling that Titania would do the same. She nibbled and licked, sucked and slurped, keen to show that she could throw herself into the role absolutely. She even took his enormous soiled hairy bollocks into her mouth one by one and sucked them, despite feeling more than a little nauseous.In good time, her enthusiasm had its just reward and Justin was fully erect once more.As soon as she thought he was ready, Claire stood up and straddled him, before sliding straight down onto him, his cock snugly lodged in her tight welcoming cunt. As she began to grind her hips back and forth, several points became apparent. First, Justin simply wasn't big enough to give her any real pleasure. She thought

Claire held Justin's head to her breasts, wallowing in disappointment. "Oh, shit", she exclaimed, highly upset that her big chance was disappearing.She stroked Justin's greasy head as he nuzzled between her snug boobs."Isn't there anything we can do, Justin?" she asked despairingly.He looked up into Claire's lucid green eyes. "Well, I have been working on a new script for a modern version of The Taming of the Shrew. It's called The Really Slutty Slut and it's set in the sordid and fascinating world of the pornographic film industry. The heroines are two up-and-coming porn star sisters, Bianca, a sweet hard-working big-titted peachy-arsed long-legged green-eyed redhead who's willing to do anything to anyone in any way, and Katie, a tempestuous blonde prima donna who's overly fussy about who puts what inside her; it's all about how the two of them are wooed by various competing male porn actors. It's rather explicit so it might not be one for Southbury but, in recognition of the fact

Mr. Sharma looked down. "Goodness me. So I have. Well this really is a surprise. That hasn't happened in a good six years.""Really?" Despite the embarrassment of the situation, Claire was intrigued and slightly proud that she had been able give Mr. Sharma his first erection for six years without even touching him."Yes. Mrs. Sharma and I are too old for such exertions. Or so I had thought," he said, shaking his head. "Oh dear this really is very awkward. I'm afraid the sight, the feel, the taste of your gorgeous vagina and wonderful peach-like bottom has stirred me deeply. I just don't know what to do."In spite of her discomfiture, Claire couldn't tear her eyes away from his crotch whilst she knelt at his feet."Um, well do you want to go and relieve yourself in the lavatory?" she suggested tentatively.He shook his head dolefully. "I'm afraid that the doctrine too which I subscribe, despite advocating the increase in net happiness for others, is somewhat ascetic as far as personal

"What do you mean you didn't realise?" Claire said pushing his hands off her breasts where they had been playing with her nipples. "What were you doing here anyway?" she enquired suspiciously."Well, er, I found a few books which I left on the counter and I was just looking for a, um, snow-globe for my, er, grandmother," he answered feebly."Really, oh, that's really sweet." Claire said. "But hang on, why are your flies undone?""Erm, oh, that must have happened when the shelf fell on me. I fell down and I must have caught my flies on those um, dresses, or perhaps that blender or something. How else could it have happened? I don't know, it all took place so quickly. I was just minding my own business, looking for a snow globe when this shelf landed on my head," he finished confidently.Claire felt guilty for her doubts. "Oh, yes. Oh, I'm so sorry. I really thought I put it up properly. But Peter, just one more question. How come your cock is so hard?""Oh well that's easy. It's becaus

"Ah, Peter," Mr. Sharma said warmly. "Do come in. And who is your friend?""Oh, hi, Mr. Sharma," Peter replied. "Hi, Claire," he added warmly. "This is Gregory."Claire grunted a response but did her best to ignore them."Good to meet you, young man. Come to look at the books?" Mr. Sharma asked."Er, no, we've come to look for clothes actually," Peter answered."Clothes? Here?" Mr. Sharma looked at the racks of cast-off elderly ladies' apparel and back at the boys in surprise."Er, yeah, we need some, um, fancy dress stuff," Peter replied quickly.They rummaged around for a while, sneaking surreptitious looks at Claire and her long curvy body whilst furtively whispering to each other.Eventually, Peter took some assorted garments to single changing cubicle at the back of the store. After a minute, he stuck his head around the curtain. "Erm, Claire. Please can I ask for your opinion on something?"Claire looked up from pricing some old CDs. "Me?" she replied. Peter gave her an implorin