Alf had been flirting with me since I was a teen, his eyes always lingering, and now, as a newlywed, I felt that naughty pull.

I’d just gotten married a few months back, my body still buzzing from my first child birth, but here I was in my mid-twenties, lactating tits heavy under my tight top, heading over to ‘help’ my old family friend with some filing for his home business.

I knew it was bullshit about helping him out with some office papers; I secretly craved the thrill, especially since I loved hardcore porn but had never admitted it and knew he was an avid watcher of filth and he had hinted at watching something naughty as a reward, so long as I didn’t tell my husband or parents.

I remember that Friday evening like it was yesterday, pulling up to Alf’s house in my tiny black mini skirt that barely covered my arse, in my seamed stockings, the cool air teasing my thighs as I stepped out of the car, my tight mini skirt hugging my slim hips, barely covering my arse, the black stockings climbing high on my thighs, held by lacy suspenders that rubbed against my skin with every step.

My hair fell loose over my shoulders, and I forced a shy smile as I knocked, heart pounding.

The door swung open, and there he was—Alf, smirking like the devil, his gray hair tousled, that dominant glint in his eyes making my clit twitch.

‘Well, fuck me, Anna, look at you,’ he drawled, voice low and gravelly, stepping aside to let me in. ‘Dressed like a proper little sexy secretary for old Alf. That skirt’s so short, I can almost see your wet pussy from here.’ His words hit like a spark, and I felt heat flood my cheeks, but I played coy, biting my lip as I brushed past him, my body grazing his.

‘Alf! You are so fucking naughty’ I said teasingly

He shut the door with a click, and his hand found my lower back, fingers tracing slow, teasing lines down my spine, sending shivers straight to my core. ‘Missed seeing this tight body since you got wed you know,’ he whispered, breath hot against my ear, his touch dipping lower, skirting the curve of my ass.

I shivered, leaning into him just a bit, the flirting igniting that familiar fire. ‘Alf, you dirty old tease,’ I murmured, glancing up with a playful glare. ‘You gonna make me work on those files, or just stare at my legs and tits all night?’

‘I’m planning on doing more than just fucking staring Anna love’, he said in response.

‘Oh you dirty old fucker!’ I laughed in reply.

He led me to his living room, cluttered with his work desk, but instead of files, he had the old VHS player set up, tapes stacked nearby. ‘Filing can wait a bit,’ he said, patting the couch. ‘Sit your fine arse down, let me get you a drink. I’ve got something to show you first.’

I perched next to him, our thighs brushing, heat building as he popped in a tape labelled ‘Slutty Wives Get Pounded.’ The screen flickered to life with a busty woman on her knees, sucking a massive cock like it was her last meal.

“Take a gander at this love!” he laughed. “I just got it yesterday!”

‘Shit, Alf, this is hardcore,’ I said, pretending shock, but my nipples hardened instantly, milk beading under my shirt.

He chuckled, arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. ‘You like it, don’t you, you dirty little bitch? Been dreaming of showing you this filth since you were jail-bait.’ His hand slid up my skirt, fingers grazing my damp panties. ‘Watch her gag on that dick. Bet you’d do the same.’

I squirmed, whispering, ‘Fuck, yeah, it’s hot,’ my breath quickening as the porn moaned loud, the woman’s pussy getting slammed.

‘Files can wait, sweetheart. These swollen udders of yours are leaking already, aren’t they?’ He pinched one nipple hard, twisting just enough to make me gasp, and sure enough, a warm trickle of milk soaked through the fabric, dampening his fingers. ‘Fuck, yeah, look at that. Milking for me like a good girl.’