( As most of what I write is related to non-consent or prostitution, I thought it would be fun to whip out a one-chapter short-story from a bit More of a `` romantic '' angle. GIVE ME YOU COMMENTS, and enjoy ! ! ! )

There's only one car in the car port, and I stroll by and use the key she gave me back when all this started, and let myself in. The Kitchen is warmly in comparison to the trip over from my ( parent's ) house next door. It's a large upscale neighborhood with the menage widely spaced, and it's a typical insensate December morning. I've been home for most of my University's Junior semester due to Covid. My online class mark on isn't for More than an hour, Julie's hubby has left to go for morning coffee with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie bank building may be stunt woman my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length straight brownish blonde whisker, curvy hips, & big breasts, she is a entire bombshell, a trophy-wife for her very much holder married man. But right now, she is tempestuous, and her statement is both a nemesis and accusation.

'' What ? '' I ask as softly as I can, with a sly smile for affect. I know I'm late. It's absolutely knowing

'' Not rum. Sometimes you're an asshole. '' She grumbles.

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm meritless. '' I say, lying thru my teeth, and then I drop and step out of my sweats & underclothing, showing off my bulging, engorged cock. I pull off my shirt to chow off my chest and abs as I walk across the kitchen towards her. It 's really not much of a calculated risk. We know why I'm here, it's why she had a key made for me, and it shows in how she looks at me now ; her mouth part the midget bit as her oculus move down me and I 'm not trusted she 's even aware of it. As crazy-sexy as she is, I know she's pissed, and there 's a farsighted second where she stands there, limb crossed, add together resting squawk face that I'm thinking she might kick me out and be done with me, as this is far from the first time I've done this. I decide to go all in. I walk to her and subscribe her articulatio radiocarpea as she steps back out of the kitchen. I gently pin her to the hallway wall.

'' I'm getting tired of your shit, & I'm convinced you don't care about me, so stop it. As in right now. '' she says.

Ordinarily I would, but the fact is I am enamored with this MILF. I close in, but I wish I could wait down and watch her perfect nipples start to harden through her thin foresightful sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with gentle persuasiveness and without letting go of her wrists, I slide her arms, against the wall and up over her head. `` I 'm blue. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her lips with my apology.

'' You 're being an prick. And I told you to stop. '' she says to me, her bitch-face not changing. She means it, but she 's almost kissing me back. And now, leaning into her I can experience her mamilla poking me through her shirt, her breath a petty short. Her sex is intoxicating.

'' I think there are share of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the paries with my wholly body, my hips holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my hands, my stopcock growing hard against her. She's still mad, but I swear there 's almost a grinning on her face when she feels it, and there 's no way she can't.

'' No. I told you to quit. '' she says coldly, but really it 's more a daring than anything else.

I kiss her, but she still plays the part. When the osculation breaks I look her in the eyes. `` Fuck you. '' she says, trying to entrance her breathing time, like she might entail it a couple of dissimilar ways. I put her left wrist together with her right-hand one, into one hand and compress them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my absolve deal, I lift one of her branch up off of the land and move my trunk down so that my tool can skid between her legs, against her pussy through her pj's. Silk pajamas, expensive one at that, and I know she can sense every inch of the furious red fiend rubbing against her, trying to find a way in. Both her wrists in one hired man now, I kiss her again as I slide my other hand down her raised leg, along the inside of her upper thigh, and then against her hot pussycat through the silk. She moans into my mouth as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that sexy goon of a pussy with my whole deal. I can feel my campaign shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the anger, I can already feel the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my bottom lip hard. Hard enough so I can taste blood.

When she lets go we just stare at each other. I 'll never block her face at that moment ; the mixture of fear, anger, and the lust in her oculus : so angry and yet so nugy for that part of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye contact I slip my hand into her PJ 's and slide two finger's breadth into her snatch. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her slow and rough, almost lifting her off of the trading floor. Her head falls back limply against the paries, says sapless"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to hustle her pelvic arch down into my fingers. She an't outdoor stage it, she can't live without me, and already she 's so close down to cumming.

I quickly let her wrist joint go, slide my fingerbreadth out, grab the bottom of her shirt and ski lift it up and off of her physical structure until it covers her shoulders, face, and arms, limiting her bowel movement, and then I grab all of the cotton and cinch it up tightly in one manus, using it to bind her, again trapping her arms above her point. I free her head from the shirt with my former hand, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with Passion of Christ and a quiet"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them slue down her leg into a puddle of silk on the storey at her fundament. I lift her now bound arms high-pitched over her forefront, stretching her, bringing her up onto the globe of her invertebrate foot. `` That was n't nice at all '' I say and slide my wet finger slowly down her snatch again and list in ending to her, as her pelvic girdle move to try and bring my fingerbreadth back inside. She kisses my merchantman lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another hopeful moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught trunk, moving upwards this clip until I 'm cupping her allow for boob. Julie's breast are all instinctive, she doesn't need implants, so I take her nipple, softly squeezing and gently tugging it outwards while still kissing her. I break the kiss and say `` You should be skillful to me. '' and then I take her nipple between my quarter round and first finger, and gradually apply more and More insistence, eventually pinching her tit so hard that her intact organic structure stiffens, every muscle locking up with the pain. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't require to penalise Julie, nor do I desire to tame her or have her as some kind of possession. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is wild and broad of fire, I keep her from burning out of mastery. She wants this. If she knew you well and spoke to you privately, Julie would distinguish you that she needs this.

I Continue to hold Julie against the wall as I kiss her lips softly and then move down to consider her mamilla into my sass. The pap is great when combined with hints of her pussy succus from my finger. She thrill while the pleasure and hurting mix around inside of her, and my hand moves back down to her pussy again. I slide the two fingers back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her teat with a gentle sucking pop, and then propel up to kiss her deeply as I again work my fingers in and out of her. It makes her pant with a hint of whine. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the edge of orgasm. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her seminal fluid, I stand her back on her understructure and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her arms, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the bulwark, her ass against my turn down breadbasket. Julie can feel the entire length of my engorged, fully erect cock as it lays along the distance of her slit and then some. I shift and begin to rotate my hip to rub it up and down her pussy, and when I stop, she moves herself on it, against it, trying to slue it into her. Still holding my cock, I listen to Julie moan in foiling and relieve herself with the tip of it for a slight patch.

Julie whimper and mons and twists, but she knows. She knows she has to ask me.

I take a clump of haircloth, tugging to let her bonk who is in restraint, & when I say her name she compulsively moans. `` Ask. '' it 's all I say, and I 'm surprised at how compile I sound.

'' Please ? '' She moans, `` Please David, can I have your pecker ? Please use your cock to make love me. ``

At last, I move my hand away and she slides down, taking all of me inside her. She starts coming before she can slide all the way back up. She falls against me, taking me all the way into her and crying out, all of her muscles locking up with a different sensation this time. Her pussy cramp wildly on my pecker, the balance of her body a sweep mass of shivers and twitches as she loses her legs. I shift myself to bewitch her, mostly with my dick but also with my unloose arm, and the slight movement only serves to deepen her orgasm, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can brook on her own again, and then I begin sliding myself n and out of her. I should fuck her roughly. I should pound myself into her. But no. Julie smiles as she meets my every driving force and we settle into a perfect round, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the former want, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my thrusting, because I too am close down. I fuck her relentlessly, driving cryptic and backbreaking. The trophy wife of a herculean local politician is riding my pecker like a drug, and it urges me on. The only thing I want is for Julie Banks to cum on my cock. I fuck and grind her until at last, with a quivering, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my shaft in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my arms and kiss her deeply, the al-Qa'ida of my cock grinding gently against her clitoris as I hold her tightly. She is still sore and it gives her the shudder, but I keep it up. In a arcminute she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering check and then I gently lower her by her bound arms, pushing her down to her knees. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie Banks takes me into her mouth before her stifle even hit the floor. When she slides off me, I release her arms then, unwrapping the shirt and pulling it up and off of her. She looks into my eyes as she kisses the tip of my prick, her cold custody on either side of it, enjoying it's duration. Her eye close just as she starts ; her face rapt, blissful.

I ca n't capture what happens next, the way she does this to me ; the way it 's as very much for her own pleasure as it is for mine. The way she takes me to the back of her throat, stretching it against and over the capitulum of my cock, with little jape, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her sassing to kiss and breastfeed the head and shaft, rubbing it all over her impertinence and Kuki and around her perfect lips, smiling with her own pleasure at all of it. Taking me all the way to the rachis of her pharynx again and then throat-fucking me steadily and deeply with her oral cavity, sucking and moaning around my cock. She 's does this as if possessed. Julie bank building needs me to cum more than I need to. She goes back to gagging herself, swallowing me until she can not take a breath, and then doing it again. She grabs the understructure of my cock and military group herself down it again and again.

When she finally slides and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my eyes and smiles. Her face is streaked from gagging, eyes wet with tear and brass covered in saliva. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And then she takes my hand and puts it on her head, closing her eyes, letting me sleep together she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her back talk gently, not going deep enough to choke her. She has her hands, decoration unconditional against me, the knuckles of her thumbs on either side of the groundwork of my peter. Holding her head with a handful of haircloth, I control the deepness and speed of my thrusts. I go a piffling deeper each time, and she tenses, not with annoyance but with anticipation, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it 's the most incredible matter I 've ever felt ; the way she needs this.

If you asked me I wouldn't say that I want this. I 'm telling you now that I need this. And only Julie Banks can open it to me like this

When I let go of her hair she takes me one survive fourth dimension as deep as she can and then sucks with her own pauperization and abandon until I fill her mouthpiece with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my unbelievable roar announces it to the eternal sleep of the empty house. Julie does n't stop until after I am finished, drawing out my orgasm with suck and nybble, still hungry, and I have to lift her up to stop her when I ca n't take any more. When i finally finish, she looks up at me triumphantly, mouthpiece open up, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, gulps, and reopens to show her now now empty, smiling mouth.

It is my turn to be weak, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chair. In a import, Julie returns with a warm washcloth. Using it, along with her spit, she cleans me. I know that soon, her husband will return, and that I must go. What we are doing is so very-very awry, and we know it. But the worst of it is, we know that at the end of the day, we NEED what we get and give to and from each other, so the cycle of the two of us feeding off each early must continue ... ..