On the wealthier side of MNF Metropolis Mrs. Vanessa Vanderbuilt, the wife of the multi-millionaire real estate magnate Morris Vanderbuilt, has just entered through the front door of her husbands mansion. There she is greeted by her butler and maid.
Mrs. Vanessa Vanderbuilt is white, and has a body similar to Wendy Sanders or Nancy Boobitch. But instead of blue eyes and blond hair she has brown eyes and black hair..
Her haircut is styled like this.
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Her shirt looks like this.
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Pants and shoes look like this.
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A black belt that looks like this.
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A black purse.
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And than any generic, obnoxiously huge, diamond wedding ring on her left hand.
She has a butler named Winston that looks like this.
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And a maid named Regina.
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Vanessa: Winston, darling, the Mercedes is in the driveway, and is filled to the brim with my purchases. Bring them in will you?
Winston: Of course Mrs. Vanderbuilt.
Winston leaves.
Regina: Excuse me Mrs. Vanderbuilt, but it seems you got a letter addressed to you from your old high school today.
Vanessa: Let me see it.
Vanessa opens the letter.
Vanessa: Well it seems like my 25 year high school reunion is about! And what's this? It seems I have been nominated to compete in an after hours cheerleading party! And if I am the winner I can receive an award as "Best Milf Cheerleader"!
Regina: I say, Mrs. Vanderbuilt, that is a rather prestigious reward in this city! A woman as beautifu,l and talented as you should have no problem claiming it.
Vanessa thoughts: Damn. If I received one of these, than there is no doubt my old rival Wendy has one too! Not only did she make cheer captain over me every year, but she also beat me as homecoming queen too! But this reunion provides me with ample opportunity to finally be able to knock her down a peg. If I can beat her in this competition, she will finally know that I am the better cheerleader and the sexier milf! But then again, I haven't seen Wendy in many years. I wonder what she looks like now...I better go scope her out and see what I am up against. Maybe I can mess with her head while I am at it.
Vanessa: Regina, help Winston bring my bags in. I need to go back out right away!
Regina: Of course Mrs. Vanderbuilt.
15 minutes later Vanessa pulls up to the curb outside of the Sanders household.
Vanessa's car.
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Vanessa: Well this is the place. Look at this dump! If this isn't the epitome of middle class trash, then I don't know what is. Gee I hope Walmart isn't having a sale this weekend, or she might not be home. Haha! God, I love being a rich republican!
Inside the Sanders house, Greg just got done fucking his mother and sister, but they both bolted up the stairs to there room as the knocking outside of the door persisted.
Greg hastily puts his shorts and T-shit back on and goes to answer the door.
Greg thoughts: Who the hell is knocking on the door? I bet it's that nosy old neighbor of ours Mrs. Bitty. God, I hate that old bag. Probably wants to complain about how loud Mom and Tiffany had the music.
Greg looks out the peephole of the front door and sees nothing other than a gigantic pair of juggs struggling not to burst free from Vanessa's leopard print top with it's revealing cleavage window.
Greg thoughts: Sweet Jesus! Whoever this is, it sure as hell ain't Mrs. Bitty!
Greg finally answers the door and meets Mrs. Vanderbuilt for the first time.
Greg: Uh...hi. Can I help you?
Vanessa: Sure did take your sweet ass time answering the door, didn't ya kid?
Greg scratches the back of his head and looks around nervously.
Greg: Well...I...uh...that is...
Vanessa: Yeah, yeah, whatever shrimp. Does Wendy Tolson live here?
Greg: Uh...Wendy Tolson? Well um...
Vanessa: Yeah, Wendy Tolson! What are you slow or something? You might be a moron, but even someone as dumb as you would have noticed her. She is about my height, blond hair, blue eyes, and has a pair of Juggs like these?
On the word "theses" Vanessa brings her hands up to her own tits and squeezes them for emphasis.
Greg: I uh...wow.
Vanessa: I know you know what "these" are. You haven't stopped staring at them since you opened the door. Look, does Wendy live here or not?!
Greg: Uh...yeah she does. But her last name isn't Tolson anymore, it's Sanders now. Eric Sanders is my dad.
Vanessa: Eric Sanders? The same Eric Sanders that was the starting MNF high school quarterback?
Greg: Yeah that's him.
Vanessa: Huh...I always though he would have made pro. What's your dad do these days?
Greg: Construction.
Vanessa: Figures, he never was very sharp.
Greg: I'm sorry, but who are you?
Vanessa. I am Vanessa Vanderbuilt. MRS. Vanessa Vanderbuilt. Your mother and I went to the same school together. Now, for second time, is Wendy here?
Greg: Uh...she is a bit indisposed at the moment. Is there something I can help you with?
Vanessa: So she is here? Good!
Vanessa shoves her way past Greg!
Greg: Hey!
Vanessa: Look shrimp, why don't you run along and go get your mommy. We have some matters to discuss.
Greg: Now wait a minute lady I don't know who you are, and I don't really care. But you can't just barge into people's houses and start barking out demands! And my name is Greg, not shrimp! And what the hell do you want with my mom?!
Vanessa: Well look at the sack on this one! For what you lack in brains you definitely make up for with balls. Alright "Greg", your mom and I are old school rivals, and I know she received a invite to the high school reunion after hours cheer party like I did. I just came here to scope out my competition and see if the old gal still has what it takes!
Greg: I see. Well Mrs. Vanderbuilt, I don't give a rats ass about the chip on your shoulder you have towards my mom for cheerleading, or whatever other problems you have with her. But I can tell just by looking at you, that my mom is twice the cheerleader you could have ever been, and with my sister Tiffany training her, you don't stand a chance in hell.
Vanessa: Is that so?! You don't think I have what it takes eh shrimp?
Vanessa sees the boombox on the floor and turns on the music.
Vanessa: Well then, what do you think about this?!
Vanessa starts to do a cheer routine that she remembers from her high school days. While she jumps around with her tits bouncing all over the place, she ends her stupid cheering display by sliding across the floor on her knees with her hands on her hips; thrusting her massive tits out right in front of Greg.
Greg just stares down at her in utter amazement with a raging erection. Vanessa looks up at him coyly, smiling, and says: Still don't think I got what it takes?
Greg's response is one far from the concept of tact. He drops his shorts to his ankles and his throbbing cock slaps upward right between the boob window of Vanessa's shirt; trapped in her gigantic cleavage.
Sex Scene 1
Vanessa: WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW DARE YOU, YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM MARRIED TO?!
Greg: Oh shut up you spoiled cunt!
Greg ignores her protest and grabs both sides of Vanessa's mountainous melons and squeezes them together around his dick. Vanessa grabs his wrists and tries to pry them away, but Greg is too strong for her. Greg then starts thrusting his dick in and out of her tits, but not at an upward angle but straight in and out. Kind of like in this pic.
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He fucks her tits this way until he cums splattering the depths of her cavernous cleavage.
Dialogue for sex scene 1:
Greg: Jesus, for an older lady your tits are so heavy and firm! Almost as good as my moms!
Vanessa: Old Lady?! Do I look like an old lady to you?! Wait a minute....just you just say what I think you said?
Greg: Oh shit! I'm going to cum!
Vanessa: What?! No wait! Don't cum just yet! This is a $2000 top!
Greg: Fuck here it comes!
Vanessa: No! Stop!
Greg: Too late! AAAAAAAHHHHH!
Vanessa: OH MY GOD! MY SHIRT! YOU CAME ALL OVER MY SHIRT! You're buying me a new one you little shit!
Sex Scene 2.
Greg: Damn you talk a lot. Here, this will shut you up you cranky bitch!
Vanessa: You son of a bitch! You're not getting away with...MMMMMMMPPHHHHH!
Right then Greg grabs her by the back of the head and crams his cock into Vanessa's mouth and starts fucking her face.
Greg: Oh Jesus! Yeah, keep arguing! I love the feeling of your tongue all around my cock!
Vanessa: MMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMGGGLK!!!
Greg progressively fucks her mouth deeper and deeper until he is violently cramming it in her throat back and forth and back and forth. When he is fuck her mouth at full speed she makes this sound.
Vanessa: GLLLLUKKK! GLLLLUKKK! GLLLLUKKK! GLLLLUKKK! GLLLLUKKK!
Greg: Here comes round number two you busty bitch! GRRAAAAHHH!!!
Greg dumps a deluge of cum down Vanessa's throat. So much that some leaks out from around her mouth and a little trickles out of her nose.
Sex scene 3.
Vanessa is rather exhausted at this point and has lost the will to fight, but that doesn't slow Greg down any.
Greg: Alright MRS. HIGH AND MIGHTY! Time for me to sample that trophy wife pussy of yours.
Greg spins Vanessa around onto all fours and pulls her bottoms off, leaving her high heeled shoes on. He then rams his cock straight up her twat and starts fucking her with reckless abandon. However, to his surprise Vanessa is now a lot more cooperative and she starts thrusting herself back onto Greg's dick.
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Vanessa: Oh fuck it! I can't say I don't totally enjoy this! By the way you fuck, it's obvious you are your fathers son!
Greg: Yeah, come on bitch. Bounce that ass back into me!
Vanessa: Yeah baby, fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!
Vanessa: Ah! Oh God! I miss being fucked by a teenager!
Greg grabs her by the hips and really starts to pound it into her.
Vanessa cums: Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! I'm gonna Cum! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna...CcccUUUUUUUUUM!
Greg cums: OH FUCKING SHIT!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Sex Scene 4
Greg grabs Vanessa and throws her onto a chair in the living room.
Greg: Alright Mrs. Vanderbuilt, I got enough for one more go. I hope you're not new to anal, because you're not leaving here without me fucking that condescending ass of yours!
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Vanessa: HOLY SHIT! AH FUCK! TAKE IT EASY THERE!
Greg: For God's sake this is a tight ass! Am I the first to ever enter your backdoor or something?
Vanessa: OH GAWD! OH FUCK! OH YES! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY RICH SPOILED ASS! UGH FUUUUUUUUCK!
Greg: Alright, you asked for it Mrs. Big Tits!
Vanessa: AH YES! DO ME! DO ME HARDER!
Greg: Fuck! Shit! Yeah, take it! Take it!
Vanessa cums: OH...MY...GAAAAAWD! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! I'M CUMMING AGAIAAAAAAAAAH SHIIIIIIIT!
Greg pulls his cock out and then blows his load all over her!
Greg: Fuck yeah, here's the last of my load! I'm going to paint you white you rich bitch! Grah!
Vanessa just lay's there with Greg's cum all over her, and Greg puts his clothes back on.
Greg: You know what Mrs. Vanderbuilt, you probably are a better cheerleader than my mom, but I don't really care. Now get the fuck out of our house before I call the cops, I got some studying to do.
Vanessa: Huh...uh..what? Ok. Uh...where am I?
Greg: Ha! Now who sounds like the moron? Stupid bitch.
The End.
By The Minx and Serrated.
Author: Serrated