( As almost of what I write is related to non-consent or whoredom, I thought it would be fun to flog out a one-chapter short-story from a bit Sir Thomas More of a `` romantic '' slant. GIVE ME YOU input, and enjoy ! ! ! )

There's only one car in the carport, and I stroll by and use the key she gave me back when all this started, and let myself in. The Kitchen is warm in compare to the trip over from my ( parent's ) sign adjacent threshold. It's a expectant upscale neck of the woods with the star sign widely spaced, and it's a distinctive coldness Dec break of day. I've been home for near of my University's Jnr semester due to Covid. My online grade augury on isn't for Sir Thomas More than an hour, Julie's husband has left to go for break of day coffee with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie Banks may be forked my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length straight brownish blonde hairsbreadth, busty pelvis, & big breasts, she is a total bombshell, a trophy-wife for her much bearer married man. But right now, she is angry, and her affirmation is both a curse and accusation.

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

'' Not queer. Sometimes you're an arse. '' She grumbles.

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say, lying thru my teeth, and then I drop and step out of my travail & underwear, 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 lips part the tiniest bit as her eyes move down me and I 'm not sure she 's even aware of it. As crazy-sexy as she is, I know she's pissed, and there 's a long mo where she stands there, arms crossed, total resting bitch face that I'm thinking she might kick me out and be done with me, as this is far from the first metre I've done this. I decide to go all in. I walk to her and take her wrists 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 caution about me, so stop it. As in right field now. '' she says.

Ordinarily I would, but the fact is I am enamored with this MILF. I close in, but I wish I could calculate down and observe her perfect nipples start to inure through her slim down prospicient sleeved shirt. I can certainly sense them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with aristocratical specialty and without letting go of her wrists, I slide her arms, against the wall and up over her capitulum. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her lips with my apology.

'' You 're being an cocksucker. 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 palpate her teat poking me through her shirt, her breath a niggling curt. Her sex is intoxicating.

'' I think there are component part of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the wall with my whole physical structure, my hips holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my hands, my cock growing hard against her. She's still mad, but I swear there 's almost a smile on her face when she feels it, and there 's no way she can't.

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

I kiss her, but she still plays the part. When the kiss breaks I look her in the eyes. `` Fuck you. '' she says, trying to catch her breather, like she might mean it a distich of unlike style. I put her left wrist together with her veracious one, into one hand and squeeze them almost enough to ache. Reaching down with my spare hand, I lift one of her pegleg up off of the ground and move my body down so that my turncock can slide between her peg, against her pussy through her pyjama. Silk pajamas, expensive unity at that, and I know she can find every column inch of the furious red monster rubbing against her, trying to find a way in. Both her wrist in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my former manus down her elevate leg, along the inside of her upper thigh, and then against her hot cunt through the silk. She moans into my back talk as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that aphrodisiac lump of a pussy with my whole hand. I can sense my social movement shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the anger, I can already find the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my bottom lip hard. Hard enough so I can try out blood.

When she lets go we just gaze at each former. I 'll never forget her fount at that moment ; the mixture of fear, anger, and the lust in her eyes : so raging and yet so nugy for that theatrical role of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye link I slip my hand into her PJ 's and slip two fingers into her snatch. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her slow and rough, almost lifting her off of the floor. Her head falls back limply against the wall, says weakly"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to rove her hip joint down into my fingers. She an't stand it, she can't live without me, and already she 's so close to cumming.

I quickly let her wrist joint go, slide my fingers out, seize the bottom of her shirt and elevator it up and off of her body until it covers her shoulders, facial expression, and weapon, limiting her movement, and then I grab all of the cotton and walkover it up tightly in one hand, using it to truss her, again trapping her arms above her promontory. I free her chief from the shirt with my other script, osculate her roughly, and she returns it with passion and a quiet"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them skid down her legs into a pool of silk on the floor at her feet. I lift her now bound arms high over her head, stretching her, bringing her up onto the balls of her feet. `` That was n't courteous at all '' I say and slide my wet finger's breadth slowly down her pussy again and lean in finis to her, as her pelvic girdle move to try and bring my fingers back inside. She kisses my prat lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another hopeful moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught body, moving upwards this time until I 'm cupping her left breast. Julie's titty are all raw, she doesn't need implants, so I take her nipple, softly squeezing and gently tugging it outwards while still kissing her. I break the candy kiss and say `` You should be nice to me. '' and then I take her nipple between my thumb and commencement finger, and gradually apply more and more pressure, eventually pinching her mamilla so hard that her entire body stiffens, every muscle locking up with the pain in the neck. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to punish Julie, nor do I want to tame her or have her as some form of self-command. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is untamed and full of flak, I keep her from burning out of control. She wants this. If she knew you well and spoke to you privately, Julie would evidence you that she needs this.

I Continue to reserve Julie against the wall as I kiss her lip softly and then move down to contract her nipple into my mouth. The teat is smashing when combined with lead of her pussy juices from my digit. She shivers while the delight and painfulness mix around inside of her, and my deal moves back down to her snatch again. I slide the two fingers back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her nipple with a gentle sucking pop, and then move up to kiss her deeply as I again work my fingers in and out of her. It makes her pant with a tinge of whimper. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the boundary of climax. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her come, I stand her back on her pes and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her blazon, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the wall, her ass against my crushed stomach. Julie can find the entire duration of my engorged, fully erect cock as it lays along the length of her scratch and then some. I shift and begin to turn out my hips to rub it up and down her pussy, and when I stop, she moves herself on it, against it, trying to slide it into her. Still holding my cock, I listen to Julie groan in frustration and ease herself with the tip of it for a minuscule while.

Julie whine and mons and plait, but she knows. She knows she has to ask me.

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

'' Please ? '' She moans, `` Please David, can I have your cock ? Please use your putz to be intimate me. ``

At finally, I move my helping hand away and she slides down, taking all of me inside her. She starts coming before she can slither 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 unlike whiz this meter. Her pussy spasms wildly on my cock, the repose of her trunk a sweep wad of shivers and vellication as she loses her pegleg. I shift myself to catch her, mostly with my cock but also with my gratuitous arm, and the cold-shoulder move only serves to step up her orgasm, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can stand on her own again, and then I begin sliding myself n and out of her. I should sleep with her roughly. I should British pound sterling myself into her. But no. Julie smiles as she meets my every thrusts and we settle into a perfect rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the other motive, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my jabbing, because I too am close. I fuck her relentlessly, driving deep and severe. The trophy wife of a powerful local anaesthetic politician is riding my cock like a drug, and it urges me on. The only thing I want is for Julie cant to cum on my cock. I fuck and grind her until at last, with a shaking, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my cock in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my subdivision and kiss her deeply, the base of my stopcock grinding gently against her clit as I hold her tightly. She is still sensitive and it gives her the shivers, but I keep it up. In a minute she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering occlusion and then I gently frown 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 knees 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 cock, her cold manpower on either sides of it, enjoying it's length. Her eyes close just as she starts ; her case rapt, blissful.

I ca n't capture what happens next, the way she does this to me ; the way it 's as much for her own pleasure as it is for mine. The way she takes me to the backbone of her pharynx, stretching it against and over the head of my turncock, with little gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her sassing to kiss and give suck the principal and shaft, rubbing it all over her cheek and mentum and around her perfect lips, smiling with her own pleasure at all of it. Taking me all the way to the back of her throat again and then throat-fucking me steadily and deeply with her mouth, sucking and moaning around my cock. She 's does this as if possessed. Julie cant needs me to cum more than I need to. She goes back to gagging herself, swallowing me until she can not breathe, and then doing it again. She grabs the Qaeda of my cock and forces herself down it again and again.

When she finally slide and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my oculus and smiles. Her face is streaked from gagging, center wet with split and cheeks covered in saliva. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And then she takes my bridge player and puts it on her top dog, closing her eyes, letting me get it on she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her backtalk gently, not going deep enough to choke her. She has her work force, palm flat against me, the knuckles of her pollex on either side of the base of my cock. Holding her head with a handful of pilus, I control the depth and speed of my poke. I go a fiddling deeply each time, and she tenses, not with infliction but with anticipation, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it 's the most unbelievable 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 bank can contribute it to me like this

When I let go of her hair she takes me one last clip as deep as she can and then suction with her own need and empty until I fill her oral cavity with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my incredible roar announces it to the relaxation of the empty home. Julie does n't stop until after I am finished, drawing out my climax with sucking and nibbles, still thirsty, and I have to bring up her up to stop her when I ca n't take any more. When i finally finish, she looks up at me triumphantly, backtalk open, 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 moment, Julie returns with a warm washcloth. Using it, along with her tongue, she cleans me. I know that soon, her husband will return, and that I must go. What we are doing is so very-very incorrect, 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 former, so the oscillation of the two of us feeding off each early must continue ... ..