The email came at 6:17 a.m.
Be downstairs in fifteen minutes. Sheer black pair. The ones that show everything. Pack a bag. We’re going to the airport.
Mrs. Victoria Harlan never asked. She commanded.
I lived in the converted coach house behind her sprawling Victorian on the edge of town. Twenty-eight years old, freelance graphic designer, permanently half-hard around my forty-eight-year-old landlady. She charged me half rent. The other half I paid in absolute obedience and the privilege of watching her get fucked by better men.
I pulled on the sheer black lace panties she loved. They were so thin my cockhead and balls were completely visible, the fabric stretched obscenely over my half-hard dick. A matching sheer robe, nothing else. Bare feet on cold floorboards. Exactly how she liked me.
Victoria was waiting by the front door in a cream silk blouse, no bra, and a tight black pencil skirt that ended mid-thigh. Her dark hair was pulled into an elegant twist. She looked like every man’s fantasy of a sophisticated older woman who still fucked like a filthy slut. When she turned, the outline of her hard nipples pressed against the silk.
She looked me up and down, eyes lingering on the sheer panties.
“Good boy. Those show off that little cock perfectly. Now get in the car. You’re driving.”
The airport was forty minutes away. The entire ride she kept her hand on my thigh, fingers occasionally brushing the thin lace covering my balls. My cock strained against the sheer fabric, a wet spot already darkening the front.
“I have a flight at noon,” she said casually. “Business in Chicago. Overnight. You’re coming with me to the airport because I want my little cuckold to watch me get my cunt filled before I leave.”
My heart slammed. “Watch… at the airport?”
She smiled that slow, cruel smile. “There’s a private lounge. Executive membership. They have rooms. I already arranged everything. You’re going to sit in the corner like a good little pervert and jerk that pathetic cock while a real man creampies me. Then you’re going to drive home with the scent of his cum still on my thighs, and you’re going to wait for me like a desperate dog. Understood?”
“Yes, Mrs. Harlan.”
“Good. Now pull over at the next rest stop. I want you to pull those sheer panties down and stroke yourself for me while I watch.”
I did. Parked under a tree. She sat sideways in the passenger seat, one hand sliding under her skirt, two fingers already wet when she pulled them out and wiped them across my lips.
“Taste that? That’s what a real man’s going to be filling in an hour. Now stroke. Slow. Don’t you dare cum.”
I jerked my cock through the sheer lace first, then yanked them down so my cock sprang free. She watched with clinical interest, occasionally reaching over to slap my balls lightly or smear her wet fingers over the head.
“Look how hard you get just from the idea of watching me take a stranger’s load. Pathetic. Beautiful.”
By the time we reached the airport I was throbbing and leaking constantly.
She checked in with ruthless efficiency, then led me through the quiet executive lounge with a key card. The private suite was small but luxurious: leather couch, wide mirror, bathroom, and a thick carpet. She locked the door, tossed her bag on the chair, and turned to me.
“Panties stay on until I say. Sit in that corner chair. Hands on your cock. No touching me until I allow it.”
I sat, sheer black lace still stretched over my aching dick. Victoria stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoned her blouse slowly, and let it fall. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, dark pink nipples already hard. She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, revealing a matching sheer black thong that was already soaked at the crotch. The fabric was so thin I could see the outline of her puffy outer lips and the dark thatch she kept neatly trimmed.
She bent over the desk, ass toward me, and pulled the thong to the side, showing me her glistening pink hole.
“This is what he’s going to destroy. Look how wet I already am for a stranger’s cock.”
A soft knock. Victoria straightened, walked to the door completely naked except for the sheer thong, and opened it without hesitation.
The man who walked in was tall, mid-thirties, expensive suit, dark hair, and the calm confidence of someone who knew he was about to fuck a married landlady while her tenant watched. His name tag said “Richard – First Class.”
He looked at me once, smirked, then focused entirely on Victoria.
“Nice setup,” he said, voice low. “She told me you’d be watching. That little cock looks even smaller in those panties.”
Victoria laughed, rich and filthy. “He loves it. Sit on the bed, Richard. I want to ride you while my cuckold jerks off.”
Richard dropped his pants. His cock was thick, long, heavy, already half-hard and growing. Easily nine thick inches. Victoria’s eyes lit up. She pushed him onto the edge of the bed, straddled his lap facing me, and pulled her sheer thong to the side again.
She took his cock in her hand and rubbed the fat head up and down her slit, coating him in her juices.
“Watch closely, Mark,” she ordered. “This is what a real cock looks like when it claims a cunt.”
She sank down in one smooth, wet slide. Her mouth fell open. A long, broken moan left her throat as his thick shaft stretched her open. She took every inch until her ass was flush against his thighs.
“Fuck… so big… God, I’ve needed this.”
Richard gripped her hips and started thrusting up into her hard. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room. Victoria bounced on his cock, heavy tits swaying, sheer black thong still framing the place where his thick shaft disappeared into her.
“Jerk that little cock,” she gasped at me. “Faster. I want to see you leak while he fills me.”
I stroked desperately through the sheer lace, then yanked them down to my thighs so I could fist my cock properly. Precum dripped in long strings. Victoria watched me over her shoulder while she rode him, eyes glassy with lust.
“That’s it… look how pathetic you are. Sitting there in my sheer panties, stroking that tiny thing while a real man rearranges my guts.”
Richard flipped her onto her back without pulling out. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and started pounding her hard. The wet slap of skin on skin was obscenely loud. Victoria’s moans turned into high, broken cries.
“Yes—fuck me—fill me—I want your cum deep—make me drip for my little cuckold—”
He lasted longer than I expected. When he finally groaned and buried himself to the hilt, his balls pulsed hard against her ass. Victoria’s eyes rolled back.
“I feel it… every thick spurt… oh God, he’s creaming me so deep…”
Richard stayed buried, grinding, forcing every drop inside her. When he finally pulled out, a thick white river of cum immediately followed, leaking from her stretched, twitching hole and soaking into the sheer black thong she still wore.
Victoria looked at me, panting, face flushed, thighs trembling.
“Come here. On your knees. Clean me.”
I crawled. She kept the sheer thong on, just pulled it to the side again. Her pussy was a mess—swollen, pink, gaping slightly, overflowing with thick white creampie. I buried my face between her legs and licked. Salty, thick, mixed with her juices. She held my head and ground against my tongue while Richard watched, cock still half-hard and shiny.
“That’s a good little cuckold. Eat every drop. Taste how much better he is than you.”
I cleaned her thoroughly, tongue deep, swallowing everything. When she finally pushed me away, my face was shiny and my cock was purple and leaking continuously.
Richard dressed, left a business card on the desk, and walked out with a satisfied nod.
Victoria stood, adjusted the cum-soaked sheer thong so it sat snugly against her used pussy, and pulled her skirt and blouse back on. The outline of her wet crotch was visible through the thin fabric of the skirt.
“Drive me to the gate,” she said calmly. “Then go home and wait. I expect you naked, in those same sheer panties, when I return tomorrow. I want them sticky and used.”
I drove her through the terminal. She kissed my cheek at the security line like a normal landlady saying goodbye to her tenant, then walked away with another man’s cum still dripping into her sheer black panties.
I went home and did exactly as ordered.
That night I slept in the sheer lace, cock hard, replaying every second. The next afternoon her text arrived:
Landed. Be naked. Panties on. Door unlocked. I’m bringing a fresh creampie home for you.
She walked in an hour later looking perfectly composed—same silk blouse, same pencil skirt—except her eyes were darker and her thighs pressed together more carefully.
Without a word she walked to the living room, kicked off her heels, hiked her skirt, and sat on the edge of the couch. The sheer black thong was even more wrecked than yesterday—completely translucent with fresh cum, the crotch stretched and sticky.
“He fucked me in the airport lounge again this morning before my flight,” she said casually. “Twice. First in my pussy, then he made me suck him clean and take another load in my mouth so I could bring it home for you. Open.”
I opened my mouth. She spit a thick, white, still-warm mouthful of cum onto my tongue. I swallowed while she watched.
Then she pulled the sheer thong aside and I saw the second creampie already leaking out of her.
“Jerk off while you clean me,” she ordered. “I want to watch you cum in those panties while you eat another man’s load out of my cunt.”
I buried my face between her thighs again, tongue working deep into her messy hole, and stroked my cock hard and fast. She held my hair and talked filthy the entire time.
“That’s it… lick every drop… he came so much this morning… said my married landlady cunt was the best he’d ever had… and you just sit here like a good little bitch and clean up after him…”
I came hard into the sheer black panties, thick ropes soaking the thin fabric while I moaned into her creampied pussy. Victoria laughed softly, pressed my face deeper, and kept me there until I was soft and trembling.
She stood, left the cum-soaked sheer panties on the floor for me to keep, and walked upstairs to her own house.
“Rent is covered for the month,” she called over her shoulder. “Be ready again Friday. I’m flying to Miami. Same arrangement.”
I stayed on my knees, face sticky, cock spent inside ruined sheer lace, already counting the days until the next airport creampie.
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