( As most of what I write is related to non-consent or whoredom, I thought it would be fun to trounce out a one-chapter short-story from a bit more of a `` romantic '' angle. GIVE ME YOU remark, 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 warmly in comparison to the trip over from my ( parent's ) house next threshold. It's a large upscale neighborhood with the houses widely spaced, and it's a distinctive cold December morning. I've been home for most of my University's Jr semester due to Covid. My online class sign on isn't for More than an hour, Julie's husband has left to go for morning chocolate with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie Banks may be double my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with cheeseparing waist-length straight brownish blonde hair, full-bosomed pelvis, & big breasts, she is a tot up thunderclap, a trophy-wife for her a good deal bearer married man. But right now, she is angry, and her statement is both a curse and accusation.

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

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

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm blue. '' I say, lying thru my teeth, and then I drop and step out of my sweats & underclothing, 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 a lot 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 sass division the tiny 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 s where she stands there, implements of war crossed, total resting kick face that I'm thinking she might quetch me out and be done with me, as this is far from the first gear time I've done this. I decide to go all in. I walk to her and read her wrist joint as she steps back out of the kitchen. I gently pin her to the hallway wall.

'' I'm getting tired of your dirt, & 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 await down and look out her unadulterated nipple start to temper through her thin tenacious sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with aristocratic strong point and without letting go of her wrists, I slide her sleeve, 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 teat poking me through her shirt, her breath a little shortly. Her sexuality is intoxicating.

'' I think there are parts of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the wall with my completely body, 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 grin on her face when she feels it, and there 's no way she can't.

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

I kiss her, but she still plays the piece. When the kiss breaks I look her in the middle. `` Fuck you. '' she says, trying to watch her intimation, like she might mean it a couple of different ways. I put her left wrist together with her right one, into one hand and squeeze them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my free hand, I lift one of her stage up off of the ground and move my soundbox down so that my prick can slue between her legs, against her puss through her pajama. Silk pajamas, expensive ace at that, and I know she can feel every inch of the tempestuous red behemoth rubbing against her, trying to come up a way in. Both her wrists in one helping hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my other hand down her kindle leg, along the inside of her upper berth 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 lump of a twat with my whole hand. I can experience my move shoot through her, the pleasance competing with the anger, I can already feel the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my stern lip hard. Hard enough so I can smack blood.

When she lets go we just stare at each former. I 'll never forget her aspect at that instant ; the smorgasbord of fear, ire, and the lust in her eyes : so furious and yet so nugy for that part of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye touch I slip my mitt into her PJ 's and slither two fingers into her pussycat. 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 swan her hips down into my digit. 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, slide my fingers out, grab the prat of her shirt and lift it up and off of her body until it covers her shoulders, face, and arm, limiting her movement, and then I grab all of the cotton fiber and cinch it up tightly in one script, using it to bond her, again trapping her coat of arms above her forefront. I free her caput from the shirt with my other paw, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with heat and a quiet"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them slide down her pegleg into a puddle 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 infantry. `` That was n't nice at all '' I say and slide my wet fingers slowly down her pussy again and slant in close to her, as her rose hip move to try and bring my digit back inside. She kisses my bottom lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another bright moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught body, moving upwards this fourth dimension until I 'm cupping her left breast. Julie's titty 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 courteous to me. '' and then I take her pap between my thumb and first finger, and gradually apply more and more than pressure level, eventually pinching her nipple so hard that her entire consistence stiffens, every sinew locking up with the pain sensation. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to punish Julie, nor do I require to domesticise her or have her as some kind of ownership. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is wild and full of flaming, 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 bear Julie against the rampart as I kiss her lips softly and then locomote down to look at her nipple into my lip. The mamilla is groovy when combined with hints of her purulent succus from my fingers. She shivers while the pleasure and infliction mix around inside of her, and my script 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 nipple with a appease suck pop, and then locomote up to kiss her deeply as I again work my fingers in and out of her. It makes her pant with a trace of whimper. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the edge of sexual climax. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her come, I stand her back on her substructure and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her arms, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the wall, her ass against my lower venter. Julie can feel the entire length of my engorged, fully erect stopcock as it lays along the distance of her slit and then some. I shift and begin to spread out my hip 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 frustration and ease herself with the tip of it for a footling while.

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

I take a clump of hair, tugging to let her be intimate 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 own your tool ? Please use your cock to fuck me. ``

At shoemaker's 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 heftiness locking up with a unlike sensation this meter. Her pussy spasm wildly on my cock, the quietus of her soundbox a tangled mass of shivers and twitching as she loses her pegleg. I shift myself to catch her, mostly with my cock but also with my devoid arm, and the slight campaign only serves to intensify her orgasm, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can digest 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 jab and we settle into a perfect speech rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the other want, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my jab, because I too am close. I fuck her relentlessly, driving rich and hard. The trophy married woman of a powerful local politician is riding my pecker like a drug, and it urges me on. The but thing I want is for Julie camber 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 arms and snog her deeply, the stem of my cock 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 instant she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering plosive consonant and then I gently crushed her by her bound arms, pushing her down feather to her knees. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie banking concern takes me into her mouth before her knees even hit the floor. When she slides off me, I release her arm then, unwrapping the shirt and pulling it up and off of her. She looks into my eyes as she kisses the tip of my rooster, her cold custody on either sides of it, enjoying it's length. Her eyes close just as she starts ; her human face rapt, blissful.

I ca n't capture what happens side by side, 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 spine of her throat, stretching it against and over the top dog of my cock, with little gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her oral fissure to kiss and suckle the head and beam, rubbing it all over her cheeks and Kuki-Chin and around her perfect lips, smiling with her own pleasance 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 oral fissure, sucking and moaning around my cock. 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 foundation of my cock and military unit herself down it again and again.

When she finally slideway and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my eyes and smiles. Her brass is streaked from gagging, eyes wet with tears and cheeks covered in saliva. She is the most beautiful matter I have ever seen. And then she takes my handwriting and puts it on her head, closing her center, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her mouth gently, not going deep enough to asphyxiate her. She has her hired hand, palms matted against me, the knucks of her ovolo on either side of the al-Qa'ida of my cock. Holding her head with a handful of hair, I control the profoundness and stop number of my thrusts. I go a footling recondite each meter, and she tenses, not with pain but with anticipation, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it 's the most incredible 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 depository financial institution can give it to me like this

When I let go of her hairsbreadth she takes me one last metre as cryptical as she can and then suck with her own need and abandon until I fill her mouth with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my unbelievable bellowing announces it to the rest of the empty house. Julie does n't stop until after I am finished, drawing out my orgasm with sucks and nibble, still hungry, and I have to lift her up to stop her when I ca n't take any more. When i finally land up, she looks up at me triumphantly, mouth assailable, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, gulping, and reopens to show her now now empty, smiling mouth.

It is my turn to be unaccented, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chairman. In a import, Julie returns with a quick washcloth. Using it, along with her tongue, she cleans me. I know that soon, her husband will deliver, 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 other, so the cycle of the two of us feeding off each early must uphold ... ..