Harriet Meets the MC Porn Fairy
Part II
Once again, Harriet Osbourne was up early. Damn, she was horny. In fact, she was very horny.
She looked at her husband and she thought about waking him up but she thought better of that. He’d be up soon enough, she told herself.
Too bad though that it wasn’t the kind of “up” she really wanted.
She’d lost count of the number of men that she’d fucked over the past week. Charlie, the postal carrier, had been the first of those but he’d hardly been the last. It seemed as if it took nothing more than seeing a man and then she found herself wanting him and as soon as that happened, it was like she just couldn’t help herself.
Perhaps the most fun had been Bill. He’d helped her take her groceries to her car.
He was only a kid, she’d kept telling herself. He was only a kid.
Well, he wasn’t really a kid, Harriet reminded herself. He was in the same grade as her son and her son was a senior in high school.
But still, he was only a kid.
But still ...
“You want these in the back?” Bill had asked.
“Sure,” she’d told him and she’d opened the hatch so he could get inside.
“I’m going to have to move some stuff around,” Bill said. “Is that okay?”
“Sure,” she’d told him. “Move whatever you need to back there.”
Harriet watched Bill move a box of old clothes that she’d been meaning to donate to Goodwill around and then he was moving a blanket and a CD case. “There,” he said. “I think that’s better.”
What would be better would be if Bill fucked her with his cock, Harriet thought and then she caught herself.
“What was that?” the boy said. “Did you say something?”
Harriet shook her head. “I didn’t say nothing,” she said.
“Okay then, we’ll have you loaded up and on your way in no time at all.”
Yeah, she knew how she wanted him to have her loaded up. A cock in her pussy, fucking her again and again and again until ...
Stop it, she told herself. Let the boy work.
“Bill, can I ask you something?”
“Ask me something?” they boy said.
The question slipped out before Harriet could even stop herself from saying it. “Is your dick hard?”
“My what?”
Maybe it wasn’t, Harriet told herself. Maybe, she’d only just thought it was, and it would serve her right for being such a slut but then before she could stop herself, the question came out again. “Is your dick hard?”
“Actually, Mrs. Osbourne, it is.”
“What?”
“My dick’s hard,” the boy said. “Just like you asked me if it was.”
She could still stop herself. Harriet knew that or at least she thought she knew that. The only thing was she knew she didn’t want to stop herself. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
“I, um, I ... yeah. Please don’t tell anyone,” the boy said. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
“Why not?”
“I could lose my job if they knew what I was thinking.”
Harriet couldn’t believe what she was about to say. “Tell the truth now,” she said. “Wouldn’t it almost be worth it to lose your job if it meant you got to fuck me?”
“Actually, it would,” the boy said.
And Harriet groaned to herself. She’d wished at least one of them might have kept their wits about them but apparently, that wasn’t to be. “You know,” she said, “now that I think about it, I think I see something else in my car that needs to be rearranged.”
“I can do it for you,” the boy offered.
Harriet shook her head. The boy just didn’t get it but he would be getting it real soon and as it turned out, so would she. “I think you’d better let me handle this,” she said as she leaned in through the car’s open hatch and that’s when she looked back at the boy and she wriggled her ass a bit. “What about it?” she asked, “do you see something that needs to be rearranged?”
He was looking right at her ass which was exactly where she’d hoped he’d be looking. “I ... I ... Mrs. Osbourne—”
“It’s okay, Bill. All you have to do is lift up my skirt.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“I said it was okay.”
Harriet waited and she wondered. She wasn’t looking back anymore but that was part of the fun of it, not knowing what the boy was going to do but still, she wondered. Was the boy actually going to do it?
But then she felt it. She felt the boy lifting up her skirt and she just knew she was going to get fucked.
“You can take my panties down, Bill.”
It took him a moment but then Bill was taking her panties down.
Harriet could feel Bill’s hands as they caressed her bare ass. And that left only one thing left to do. “Take your cock out,” she told the boy. “Take your cock out and fuck me good.”
There wasn’t a doubt in her mind as to what the boy was going to do. She knew all she had to do was wait so she waited and that’s when she felt the boy’s cock, wedged up against her pussy and then moments later, invading her waiting hole.
“Oh yeah, Bill,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s good. Fuck me, Bill. Fuck me good.”
She was pretty sure Bill didn’t need any direction from her but she was also sure that she was going to tell him what she wanted even if he didn’t need the direction.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
He was fucking her all right. In fact, he was fucking her good. In fact, if he didn’t watch out, he was going to make her ...
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Make me cum, Bill. Do it. Make me cum.”
And still, his dick kept coming and Harriet couldn’t help but love it, her with her ass hanging out of the back of her car, the teen with his cock inside her fucking her pussy like her pussy longed to be fucked. It was perfect and the only thing that would make it better was ...
“I’m going to cum,” the boy announced.
“I want you to do it,” Harriet said. “I want you to do it and I want you to make me cum, too.”
It wasn’t clear if the boy heard her but in the end, it didn’t really matter. In the end, he came in her pussy and when he came in her pussy, Harriet couldn’t help but cum around the teen’s cock.
“Oh my God,” the teen groaned as if he realized what he was doing for the very first time. “Oh my God. They’re going to fire me for sure.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No! I’m pretty damn sure it’s against the store rules somewhere. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to fuck the customers in the parking lot. Oh man, I got to go,” and with that, he took off leaving Harriet to finish loading her car all by herself.
Harriet didn’t know if Bill got fired for what they’d done in the parking lot but what she did know was that whatever had happened had gone too far. It was time to put an end to this.
The problem was how did you find a porn fairy.
The most logical place to look was the last place she’d scene her and since that was the kitchen, Harriet looked high and low for the porn fairy to no avail.
Hmm. A porn fairy might like sex. Actually, it was probably a very good bet that that was exactly what a porn fairy might like so maybe the bedroom was the best place to look but again, that search was fruitless.
Of course, anywhere where there was a guy around, she was likely to get fucked so maybe the bedroom wasn’t as good a place to look but Harriet still needed to find her.
“Damn it,” she said to no one in particular, “where are you, Millicent?”
“I’m right here.”
Harriet was in the bathroom and as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could see the porn fairy in the mirror standing on her shoulder but when she looked away from the mirror and she looked at her shoulder, there was nothing there.
“You have to look here,” the fairy said. “You have to look in the mirror.”
“Where have you been?” Harriet hissed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“I’ve been around.”
“You haven’t been around here,” Harriet grumped.
“Hey, an MC porn fairy is a busy fairy. We have places to go and people to see. So what seems to be the problem?”
“I think you know what the problem is.”
“’Fraid not. Why don’t you clue me in.”
“You did this to me.”
“Did what?”
“You know what. You’re turning me into a slut. You’re making me want to fuck every man in sight.”
“Tsk, tsk, Harriet. You give me far too much credit. You always were a slut. I just let it loose.”
“But that’s not what I wished for.”
“I know. You wished that your husband and your son would stop fucking around all the time and they aren’t. Now, they’re just as boring as you used to be.”
“But I didn’t want this to happen to me.”
“But it was in the rules. You agreed to the rules.”
“What was?”
“You can’t just make someone stop having sex. That sexual energy has to go somewhere.”
“But I didn’t know that.”
“Harriet, please. You said you accepted the rules and I told you about rule two. I said it was all about the heat to us.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But I didn’t say you had to accept the rules. You did that of your accord.”
Harriet glared at the fairy but she had a feeling this was something she just wasn’t going to win. “All right then,” she said, “you got to make it stop.”
“Make what stop?”
“You got make me stop wanting to fuck every guy that comes anywhere in range.”
Millicent laughed. “I think it’s a whole lot more than wanting to fuck.”
“You know what I mean. I want you to make it stop.”
“But then you’d be boring again.”
“Millicent!”
“Okay, okay, but first, I got a question for you.”
“What is it?”
“What do you think the MC in MC Porn Fairy means?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Well, judging by what I’ve seen so far, I’d have to say morally corrupt.”
“Oooh, that hurts.”
“You said it yourself. If you can’t stand the heat ... that’s rule two, right?”
“That it is.”
“Well there you go.”
“You’re right,” the porn fairy said. “You’re right, but if you want it to stop, I think you know what you have to do.”
“You mean make another wish?”
The fairy nodded.
“Okay. I wish you’d stop making me fuck all those guys.”
“Your wish is granted.”
“Just like that,” Harriet was about to say but it was only then that she realized that if she had, she would have been talking to herself.
Stupid porn fairy, Harriet thought to herself. The least she could do was hang around and say good bye, but then something occurred to her. Had the porn fairy really done what she’d said she was going to do. For that matter, Millicent hadn’t said anything at all. Maybe it was still on. Maybe she was still irresistible to men.
And if that was the case, just how in the heck was she supposed to find that out.
It should have been the last place she’d ended up going but she ended up going there nonetheless. She should stop, Harriet told herself and yet she found herself pulling into the parking lot and getting out of her car. She shouldn’t go inside the building, she told herself and yet she found her body doing exactly that. Her husband could get in a lot of trouble for this, she told herself and yet she found herself taking the elevator to her husband’s floor.
She stepped out cautiously, ready to make a dash back onto the elevator if any man made a move in her direction but the only moves she got were a few polite nods and a couple people who greeted her by name. As far as Harriet could tell, the coast was clear.
Still, she moved quickly, her body almost moving jerkily down the corridor until finally she arrived at her husband’s office.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Osbourne,” said his husband’s secretary. “How are you today?”
“Hello, Mary,” Harriet said. “I was wondering, is my husband in?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. He just stepped out for a meeting. He’s not going to be back in a while.”
“Oh,” Harriet said trying to sound disappointed at the same time that she wasn’t. She still wasn’t sure why she was here but maybe if Oswald wasn’t available, maybe she could go home instead.
“You can wait for him in his office if you’d like.”
“Yes, I suppose I would like that,” Harriet said even though she was still unsure as to why she was there.
Mary let her into the office. “Can I get you anything to drink?” the secretary asked.
“Water, I guess, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“No, it’s no trouble at all,” Mary said.
The porn fairy was right about one thing, Harriet thought as she watched her husband’s secretary fetch the water. Mary did indeed have big, luscious, wonderful tits.
Wait a minute, Harriet thought. Why had she thought that?
Did it really matter why she’d thought it, she asked herself. What mattered was that it was true. Mary had some really big tits. In fact, any man would be crazy to forego a chance at those.
No wait. That wasn’t right.
But it was right and now Mary was back with her water. “Is there anything else I can get for you?” the secretary asked.
The words were out of Harriet’s mouth before she’d even realized she’d said them. “I was just wondering,” she said. “I was wondering how big your breasts were.”
“These,” Mary said. “They’re 36Ds.”
“Mmm. That sounds yummy. I was just wondering if you might show them to me.”
“Why of course,” Mary said and that was all it took to get her to unbutton her blouse. “I’d be happy to show them to you.”
This was insane, Harriet told herself and yet she knew she had to see more. “I was wondering,” she said again. “Could you take the blouse all the way off and take off your bra?”
“Of course I can,” and with that, Mary let her blouse slide off her shoulders and then she opened her bra and she released her breasts.
“Oh my. Those are ... those are wonderful.”
“Thank you,” Mary said. “Is there anything else you’d like to see?”
Harriet couldn’t believe just how wet her pussy was just from having Mary show her her tits and yeah, there was something that Mary could show her but Harriet wasn’t sure how the other woman would take it.
“Is there anything else you’d like to see?” the secretary asked again.
“As a matter of fact, there is?”
“Yes? What is it?”
“I was wondering if I could see your pussy.”
“Of course you can. All you have to do is ask,” and with that, her husband’s secretary straightened up and then she unzipped her skirt and in no time at all, she was standing naked in front of Harriet.
There’s a difference between knowing that something’s wrong and caring about it when it was. Harriet knew there was something wrong with having Oswald’s secretary strip in front of her like this but she found herself incapable of caring about it. It just made her pussy so wet.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Mary asked yet again.
“Well yes, there is, but I hesitate to mention it.”
“What is it?”
“It’s about my pussy.”
“What about it?”
“I was wondering, I mean don’t get me wrong, but I was wondering if you could lick it for me.”
“I’d love to.”
“You would?”
“Yes, of course. I’d love to lick your pussy. Can I see it?”
This was bizarre, Harriet told herself and yet at the same time, it wasn’t bizarre. Here she was removing her clothes for another woman who was already naked and while she’d never done this before, for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine why it was that she hadn’t done it before. It just felt so natural to do exactly what she was doing.
“Now if you’d sit down, Mrs. Osbourne, we can begin.”
Once more, Harriet sat down and this time, Mary knelt in front of her.
“I’m going to need you to spread your legs for me, Mrs. Osbourne.”
Again, Harriet did as she was told and now it was her husband’s secretary that was crawling between her legs.
“You have a pretty pussy,” Mary said.
Harriet wasn’t sure about that but then she didn’t really care if it was pretty or not. What she cared about was what Mary’s tongue was going to do to her.
And that’s when Mary’s tongue licked her clit and Harriet just couldn’t help but moan.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“I could tell,” Mary said. “That’s why I want to do it again.”
Harriet had no time to think about that before Mary’s tongue was back again and this time, Mary’s tongue wasn’t backing off. Harriet couldn’t help but grip the arms of the chair as that tongue kept coming after her. “Oh fuck,” she moaned and then she moaned again. “Oh fuck.”
Her body twisted in the chair but Mary’s tongue was relentless and Harriet just kept right on moaning. Oh god yes, she told herself. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so bad.
She was on the verge of cumming when Mary finally backed off.
“No,” Harriet whimpered. “No. Don’t stop.”
“Do you like my tits?” Mary asked.
“W-what?”
“Do you like my tits?”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“My tits like you. Do you want to know how I know?”
“How?”
“It’s my nipples. They’re so sensitive and they’re just begging me to do this.”
Harriet moaned as Mary pressed her tits between her legs. Oh damn. Those nipples. She could feel them. She could feel them rubbing against her clit.
“Are you going to cum for me?” Mary asked. “Are you going to cum on my big titties?”
Fuck yeah, Harriet thought. That was exactly what she was going to do.
“I want you to do it. I want you to cum on my titties.”
Harriet couldn’t help but moan as her pussy did exactly that. She might never have had a woman make her cum before but now that the deed was done, she had a feeling that Mary wouldn’t be the last woman who made her pussy cum.