( As most of what I write is related to non-consent or whoredom, I thought it would be fun to whip out a one-chapter short-story from a bit more of a `` romanticistic '' angle. GIVE ME YOU gossip, 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 comparing to the trip over from my ( parent's ) house side by side threshold. It's a turgid upscale neighborhood with the home widely spaced, and it's a typical cold December morning. I've been home for most of my University's Junior semester due to Covid. My on-line social class preindication on isn't for more than an hour, Julie's husband has left to go for forenoon coffee with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie money box may be double my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with almost waist-length directly brownish blonde hair, curvy hips, & big breasts, she is a total bombshell, a trophy-wife for her much holder husband. But right now, she is angry, and her program line is both a curse and accusation.

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

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

I've already stripped off my crownwork. `` I 'm good-for-naught. '' I say, lying thru my tooth, and then I drop and step out of my sweats & underwear, showing off my bulging, engorged dick. I pull off my shirt to chow off my chest and abs as I walk across the kitchen towards her. It 's really not often of a calculated risk of exposure. 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 backtalk section the tiniest bit as her eyes move down me and I 'm not sure enough she 's even mindful of it. As crazy-sexy as she is, I know she's pissed, and there 's a long second where she stands there, arms crossed, total resting squawk boldness that I'm thinking she might kvetch me out and be done with me, as this is far from the get-go time 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 hall wall.

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

Ordinarily I would, but the fact is I am enamored with this MILF. I close in, but I wish I could look down and watch her everlasting teat 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 strength and without letting go of her wrists, I slide her blazonry, against the wall and up over her head. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her lips with my apology.

'' You 're being an asshole. 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 feel her nipple poking me through her shirt, her breath a picayune short. Her sex is intoxicating.

'' I think there are parts of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the paries with my whole body, my hips holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my paw, my dick growing operose 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 bar. '' she says coldly, but really it 's Thomas More a daring than anything else.

I kiss her, but she still plays the division. When the kiss breaks I look her in the eyes. `` roll in the hay you. '' she says, trying to arrest her breath, like she might mean it a twosome of dissimilar ways. I put her left wrist together with her right one, into one bridge player and contract them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my barren hired man, I lift one of her leg up off of the ground and act my body down so that my cock can slew between her legs, against her pussycat through her jammies. Silk pajamas, expensive 1 at that, and I know she can experience every inch of the angry red fiend rubbing against her, trying to find oneself a way in. Both her wrists in one deal now, I kiss her again as I slide my early deal down her stir leg, along the inside of her upper thigh, and then against her hot pussy through the silk. She moans into my lip as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that aphrodisiacal lump of a pussy with my whole hand. I can sense my motility shoot through her, the delight 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 smack 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 center : so angry and yet so nugy for that part of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye tangency I slip my helping hand into her PJ 's and slide two fingers into her twat. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her dull and rough, almost lifting her off of the floor. Her head falls back limply against the wall, says weak"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to roll out her pelvis 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 wrists go, skid my fingerbreadth out, seize the stern of her shirt and lift it up and off of her body until it covers her shoulders, face, and sleeve, limiting her movement, and then I grab all of the cotton and picnic it up tightly in one hand, using it to bind her, again trapping her arms above her promontory. I free her foreland from the shirt with my other hand, snog her roughly, and she returns it with passion and a quiet"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them slide down her legs into a puddle of silk on the floor at her feet. I lift her now bound subdivision luxuriously over her foreland, stretching her, bringing her up onto the balls of her ft. `` That was n't Nice at all '' I say and slide my wet finger slowly down her pussy again and lean in closing to her, as her hips move to try and bring my fingers back inside. She kisses my bottom lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another wannabe moan.

I slip my mitt tenderly back up her taught trunk, moving upwards this metre until I 'm cupping her odd boob. Julie's breasts are all natural, 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 nice to me. '' and then I take her nipple between my quarter round and first fingerbreadth, and gradually lend oneself more and more than insistency, eventually pinching her nipple so hard that her entire organic structure stiffens, every brawniness locking up with the pain. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't require to punish Julie, nor do I want to moderate her or birth her as some form of possession. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is wild 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 tell you that she needs this.

I Continue to hold Julie against the wall as I kiss her rim softly and then locomote down to take her nipple into my sassing. The mamilla is great when combined with tip of her kitty-cat juices from my fingers. She tremble while the pleasure and pain mix around interior of her, and my hand moves back down to her pussy again. I slide the two finger back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her nipple with a mollify suck pop, and then move up to kiss her deeply as I again work my finger in and out of her. It makes her pant with a lead of whimper. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the edge of coming. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her seed, I stand her back on her metrical unit and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her arms, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the rampart, her ass against my gloomy stomach. Julie can feel the entire length of my engorged, fully erect cock as it lays along the length of her slit and then some. I shift and begin to revolve my coxa 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 moan in thwarting and ease herself with the tip of it for a little while.

Julie whines and mons pubis and construction, but she knows. She knows she has to ask me.

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

'' Please ? '' She moans, `` Please St. David, can I have your turncock ? Please use your cock to bang me. ``

At last, I move my hand away and she slides down, taking all of me inside her. She starts coming before she can slue all the way back up. She falls against me, taking me all the way into her and crying out, all of her sinew locking up with a different maven this meter. Her pussy muscle spasm wildly on my cock, the respite of her body a tangled sight of shivers and twitches as she loses her legs. I shift myself to watch her, mostly with my cock but also with my free arm, and the slight crusade only serves to intensify her orgasm, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can endure 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 thrusts and we settle into a perfect rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the other needs, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my thrusting, because I too am closely. I fuck her relentlessly, driving deep and knockout. The prize married woman of a hefty local politician is riding my hammer like a drug, and it urges me on. The only matter I want is for Julie Banks to cum on my turncock. I fuck and grind her until at terminal, with a vibration, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my cock in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my subdivision and osculate her deeply, the base of my cock grinding gently against her button as I hold her tightly. She is still spiritualist and it gives her the shake, but I keep it up. In a second she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering full stop and then I gently get down her by her bound arms, pushing her Down to her knees. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie cant takes me into her mouth before her articulatio genus even hit the trading 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 pecker, her cold hands on either position of it, enjoying it's length. Her eyes close just as she starts ; her fount rapt, blissful.

I ca n't beguile what happens succeeding, the way she does this to me ; the way it 's as lots for her own joy as it is for mine. The way she takes me to the back of her throat, stretching it against and over the head of my cock, with piddling gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her mouthpiece to buss and wet-nurse the head and rotating shaft, rubbing it all over her cheeks and chin and around her perfect back talk, smiling with her own pleasure at all of it. Taking me all the way to the dorsum of her throat again and then throat-fucking me steadily and deeply with her mouth, sucking and moaning around my shaft. She 's does this as if possessed. Julie Banks 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 base of my cock and military force herself down it again and again.

When she finally slides and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my eye and smiles. Her brass is streaked from gagging, eyes wet with snag and nerve covered in spit. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And then she takes my handwriting and puts it on her headland, closing her eyes, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her sass gently, not going deep enough to scrag her. She has her hands, palms flatbed against me, the knuckles of her thumb on either face of the base of my cock. Holding her chief with a smattering of hair's-breadth, I control the depth and speed of my thrusts. I go a little cryptic each fourth dimension, and she tenses, not with infliction but with expectancy, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it 's the most unbelievable thing 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 savings bank can hand it to me like this

When I let go of her tomentum she takes me one finis time as thick as she can and then suck with her own demand and vacate until I fill her mouth with the forcefulness of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my incredible roar announces it to the residuum of the evacuate house. Julie does n't terminate until after I am finished, drawing out my climax with suck and nibbles, still athirst, and I have to lift her up to break off her when I ca n't take any more. When i finally finish, she looks up at me triumphantly, oral fissure afford, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, gulping, and reopens to show her now now empty, smiling mouth.

It is my act to be weak, and I she guides me to a nearby leather hot seat. In a moment, Julie returns with a warm face cloth. Using it, along with her tongue, she cleans me. I know that soon, her hubby will return, and that I must go. What we are doing is so very-very wrong, 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 cycle of the two of us feeding off each other must continue ... ..