( As almost of what I write is related to non-consent or prostitution, I thought it would be fun to lather out a one-chapter short-story from a bit Thomas More of a `` wild-eyed '' angle. GIVE ME YOU comment, 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 comparison to the trip over from my ( parent's ) house adjacent door. It's a great upscale locality with the houses widely spaced, and it's a distinctive frigid December break of the day. I've been home for most of my University's Jnr semester due to Covid. My on-line class sign on isn't for more than than an time of day, Julie's hubby has left to go for morning coffee with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie bank may be doubling my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length straight brownish blonde hair, curvy hips, & big breasts, she is a total thunderclap, a trophy-wife for her much holder husband. 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 smiling for affect. I know I'm late. It's absolutely designed

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

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm no-account. '' I say, lying thru my teeth, and then I drop and step out of my fret & underclothes, 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 bet hazard. 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 oculus move down me and I 'm not sure as shooting she 's even aware of it. As crazy-sexy as she is, I know she's pissed, and there 's a long second where she stands there, weaponry 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 time I've done this. I decide to go all in. I walk to her and engage 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 charge 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 bet down and watch her perfect nipples start to harden through her thin out long sleeved shirt. I can certainly palpate them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with appease strength and without letting go of her wrists, I slide her blazonry, against the paries and up over her head. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her back talk 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 experience her mamilla poking me through her shirt, her breath a niggling short. Her sexuality is intoxicating.

'' I think there are section of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the bulwark with my whole body, my rose hip 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 expression when she feels it, and there 's no way she can't.

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

I kiss her, but she still plays the part. When the osculation breaks I look her in the heart. `` Fuck you. '' she says, trying to catch her hint, like she might signify it a couple of different way of life. I put her left wrist together with her right one, into one hired hand and squeeze them almost enough to spite. Reaching down with my free hired man, I lift one of her legs up off of the land and affect my body down so that my cock can slide between her stage, against her puss through her pajamas. Silk pj's, expensive ones at that, and I know she can experience every inch of the angry red monster rubbing against her, trying to obtain a way in. Both her radiocarpal joint in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my other paw down her raised leg, along the inside of her upper thigh, and then against her hot pussy through the silk. She moans into my rima oris as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that sexy lump of a kitty-cat with my whole hand. I can feel my bm shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the ira, I can already palpate the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my butt lip hard. Hard enough so I can taste blood.

When she lets go we just stare at each other. I 'll never forget her grimace at that mo ; the mixture of fear, choler, and the lust in her eyes : so raging and yet so nugy for that part of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye inter-group communication I slip my hired hand into her PJ 's and slide two digit into her pussy. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her tardily and rough, almost lifting her off of the level. Her head falls back limply against the rampart, says weakly"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to roll her pelvic girdle down into my finger. She an't stall 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 bottom of her shirt and cosmetic surgery it up and off of her trunk until it covers her shoulder joint, side, and arms, limiting her movement, and then I grab all of the cotton plant and cinch it up tightly in one hand, using it to bind her, again trapping her weapon system above her point. I free her pass from the shirt with my other bridge player, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with passion and a smooth"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them skid down her legs into a pool of silk on the base at her feet. I lift her now bound munition highschool over her headway, stretching her, bringing her up onto the balls of her feet. `` That was n't decent at all '' I say and slide my wet finger slowly down her pussy again and tilt in close 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 hopeful moan.

I slip my helping hand tenderly back up her taught body, moving upwards this time until I 'm cupping her left hand chest. Julie's tit are all innate, she doesn't need implants, so I take her tit, 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 first digit, and gradually apply more and more pressure, eventually pinching her nipple so hard that her integral body stiffens, every sinew locking up with the painful sensation. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to punish Julie, nor do I want to naturalize her or make her as some variety of possession. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is tempestuous and full of fire, I keep her from burning out of control. She wants this. If she knew you well and spoke to you privately, Julie would say you that she needs this.

I Continue to hold Julie against the wall as I kiss her mouth softly and then incite down to take up her nipple into my rima oris. The nipple is bully when combined with hints of her twat juices from my finger. She shivers while the joy and pain mix around inside of her, and my helping hand 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 blue sucking pop, and then impress up to osculate her deeply as I again work my finger's breadth 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 sexual climax. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her cum, I stand her back on her foot and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her arms, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the paries, her ass against my lower stomach. Julie can feel the full length of my engorged, fully put up turncock as it lays along the duration of her slit and then some. I shift and begin to go around my hip to rub it up and down her pussy, and when I stop, she moves herself on it, against it, trying to slip it into her. Still holding my cock, I listen to Julie moan in frustration and still herself with the tip of it for a little spell.

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

I take a ball of hair, 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 compile I sound.

'' Please ? '' She moans, `` Please David, can I have your hammer ? Please use your stopcock to fuck me. ``

At last, I move my mitt away and she slides down, taking all of me inside her. She starts coming before she can slew 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 maven this time. Her kitty-cat muscle spasm wildly on my cock, the residuum of her body a tangled good deal of chill and twitch as she loses her legs. I shift myself to capture her, mostly with my cock but also with my free arm, and the slight movement only serves to heighten her coming, 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 fuck her roughly. I should pound myself into her. But no. Julie smiles as she meets my every poke 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 jabbing, because I too am close. I fuck her relentlessly, driving deep and hard. The trophy wife of a powerful local political leader is riding my pecker like a drug, and it urges me on. The alone thing I want is for Julie bank to cum on my cock. I fuck and grind her until at finis, with a shaking, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my cock in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my arm and kiss her deeply, the base of my cock grinding gently against her clit as I hold her tightly. She is still medium and it gives her the tremble, but I keep it up. In a hour she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering Chicago 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 articulatio genus even hit the floor. When she slides off me, I release her subdivision then, unwrapping the shirt and pulling it up and off of her. She looks into my oculus as she kisses the tip of my cock, her stale manpower on either position of it, enjoying it's length. Her eyes close just as she starts ; her 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 back of her throat, stretching it against and over the read/write head of my hammer, with little gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her rima oris to kiss and suckle the head and shaft, rubbing it all over her boldness and mentum and around her perfect rim, smiling with her own joy at all of it. Taking me all the way to the vertebral column of her throat again and then throat-fucking me steadily and deeply with her backtalk, sucking and moaning around my peter. She 's does this as if possessed. Julie Banks needs me to cum Thomas More than I need to. She goes back to gagging herself, swallowing me until she can not take a breather, and then doing it again. She grabs the fundament of my cock and forces herself down it again and again.

When she finally playground slide and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my middle and smiling. Her cheek is streaked from gagging, optic wet with tears and cheeks 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 center, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her oral cavity gently, not going deep enough to asphyxiate her. She has her manpower, medallion flat against me, the knuckles of her thumbs on either position of the radical of my hammer. Holding her head with a handful of hair, I control the depth and fastness of my thrusts. I go a small mystifying each time, and she tenses, not with painfulness 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 bank can give it to me like this

When I let go of her hair she takes me one last meter as deep as she can and then suction with her own need and abandon until I fill her mouth with the violence of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my unbelievable roaring announces it to the quietus of the empty house. Julie does n't hold back until after I am finished, drawing out my orgasm with suck and nibbles, still thirsty, and I have to arise her up to finish her when I ca n't carry any more. When i finally end up, she looks up at me triumphantly, mouth outdoors, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, draught, and reopens to depict her now now discharge, smiling mouth.

It is my turn to be weak, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chairman. In a moment, Julie returns with a quick washrag. Using it, along with her glossa, she cleans me. I know that soon, her husband will render, and that I must go. What we are doing is so very-very faulty, 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 round of the two of us feeding off each early must continue ... ..