( 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 `` amorous '' angle. GIVE ME YOU COMMENTS, 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 next door. It's a large upscale neck of the woods with the household widely spaced, and it's a typical cold December dawning. 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 60 minutes, Julie's husband has left to go for morning coffee with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie banking company may be two-bagger my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length straight brownish blond whisker, curvy hips, & big breasts, she is a total bombshell, a trophy-wife for her much bearer hubby. But right now, she is angry, and her statement is both a cuss 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 funny. Sometimes you're an asshole. '' She grumbles.

I've already stripped off my crownwork. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say, lying thru my teeth, and then I drop and step out of my sudor & underwear, showing off my bulging, engorged cock. I pull off my shirt to chow off my breast and abs as I walk across the kitchen towards her. It 's really not a great deal of a calculated endangerment. 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 flyspeck bit as her eyes move down me and I 'm not indisputable she 's even aware of it. As crazy-sexy as she is, I know she's pissed, and there 's a retentive second gear where she stands there, arms crossed, full resting bitch face that I'm thinking she might kick me out and be done with me, as this is far from the 1st 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 hallway wall.

'' I'm getting tired of your shit, & I'm convinced you don't care about me, so halt it. As in right hand 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 see her perfect tit start to harden through her slight tenacious sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with pacify durability and without letting go of her wrist, I slide her arms, against the wall and up over her drumhead. `` 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 sense her tit poking me through her shirt, her breath a picayune short. Her sexuality is intoxicating.

'' I think there are parts of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the bulwark with my completely consistence, my pelvic girdle holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my hired hand, my hammer growing punishing against her. She's still mad, but I swear there 's almost a smiling on her brass 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 to a greater extent a daring than anything else.

I kiss her, but she still plays the section. When the candy kiss break of serve I look her in the eyes. `` Fuck you. '' she says, trying to catch her breath, like she might mean it a couple of different way. I put her left wrist together with her right one, into one hand and twitch them almost enough to injure. Reaching down with my free hand, I lift one of her legs up off of the ground and proceed my body down so that my prick can skid between her legs, against her slit through her pajama. Silk pj's, expensive 1 at that, and I know she can experience every inch of the angry red demon rubbing against her, trying to find a way in. Both her carpus in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my other hand down her raised leg, along the interior of her upper thigh, and then against her hot kitty-cat through the silk. She moans into my mouth as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that aphrodisiac clump of a pussy with my solid hired hand. I can finger my drive shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the angriness, I can already feel the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my bottomland lip hard. Hard enough so I can taste blood.

When she lets go we just stare at each other. I 'll never draw a blank her face at that moment ; the mixture of fear, ira, and the luxuria in her eyes : so furious and yet so nugy for that office of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye inter-group communication I slip my manus into her PJ 's and slide two fingers into her pussy. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her slow and rough, almost lifting her off of the trading floor. Her fountainhead falls back limply against the wall, says weakly"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to roll her hips down into my fingers. She an't bandstand it, she can't live without me, and already she 's so close to cumming.

I quickly let her wrists go, slide my digit out, grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it up and off of her body until it covers her shoulder joint, face, and arms, limiting her movement, and then I grab all of the cotton and cinch it up tightly in one hand, using it to hold her, again trapping her arms above her head. I free her headspring from the shirt with my other hand, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with passion and a calm down"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them slide down her legs into a pool of silk on the trading floor at her feet. I lift her now bound arms gamy over her head, stretching her, bringing her up onto the balls of her feet. `` That was n't overnice at all '' I say and slide my wet digit slowly down her puss again and angle in close to her, as her hips move to try and convey my fingers back inside. She kisses my behind lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another hopeful moan.

I slip my deal tenderly back up her taught body, moving upwards this fourth dimension until I 'm cupping her go out breast. Julie's breast are all born, 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 pap between my thumb and first fingerbreadth, and gradually apply more than and more than insistency, eventually pinching her mammilla so hard that her entire body stiffens, every muscle locking up with the bother. I let go as soon as she cries out.

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

I Continue to moderate Julie against the wall as I kiss her brim softly and then move down to take her teat into my oral fissure. The nipple is majuscule when combined with confidential information of her pussy succus from my finger. She chill while the delight and painfulness mix around inside of her, and my hand moves back down to her snatch again. I slide the two finger's breadth back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her nipple with a assuage sucking pop, and then run up to kiss her deeply as I again work my finger's breadth in and out of her. It makes her pant with a touch 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 ejaculate, I stand her back on her substructure and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her branch, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the bulwark, her ass against my depress stomach. Julie can experience the integral distance of my engorged, fully erect cock as it lays along the length of her pussy and then some. I shift and begin to rotate 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 moan in foiling and ease herself with the tip of it for a little patch.

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

I take a clunk of hair, tugging to let her live who is in control, & when I say her epithet 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 consume your peter ? Please use your cock to fuck me. ``

At last, I move my helping 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 musculus locking up with a different sensation this time. Her cunt spasms wildly on my cock, the residual of her body a tangled mass of tingle and twitch as she loses her legs. I shift myself to catch her, mostly with my tool but also with my unloose arm, and the slight trend 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 love her roughly. I should quid myself into her. But no. Julie smiles as she meets my every thrust and we settle into a perfect rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the other indigence, 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 prize wife of a powerful local anaesthetic political leader is riding my shaft like a drug, and it urges me on. The only affair I want is for Julie banking concern to cum on my prick. I fuck and grind her until at last, with a trembling, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my prick in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my arms and kiss her deeply, the base 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 second she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering stops and then I gently lowly her by her bounds arms, pushing her John L. H. Down to her knees. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie Banks takes me into her oral cavity before her human knee even hit the base. When she slides off me, I release her weaponry 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 work force on either side of meat of it, enjoying it's length. Her middle close just as she starts ; her face rapt, blissful.

I ca n't enamour 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 back of her throat, stretching it against and over the question of my cock, with petty gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her rima oris to kiss and lactate the head and shaft, rubbing it all over her cheeks and chin and around her perfect lips, smiling with her own pleasance at all of it. Taking me all the way to the binding of her throat again and then throat-fucking me steadily and deeply with her mouth, sucking and moaning around my pecker. 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 breathe, and then doing it again. She grabs the infrastructure of my stopcock and force-out 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 face is streaked from gagging, eyes wet with tears and brass covered in spit. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And then she takes my helping hand and puts it on her principal, closing her eyes, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her oral cavity gently, not going deep enough to choke her. She has her hands, palm mat against me, the knuckles of her pollex on either slope of the groundwork of my tool. Holding her foreland with a handful of haircloth, I control the profoundness and focal ratio of my thrust. I go a short deeper each time, and she tenses, not with pain 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 Banks can give it to me like this

When I let go of her haircloth she takes me one live on meter as rich as she can and then suck with her own penury and abandon until I fill her oral fissure with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my unbelievable bellow announces it to the rest of the empty sign. Julie does n't lay off until after I am finished, drawing out my orgasm with sucks and nibbles, 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, mouth open, showing that she has my shipment. Julie then closes, gulps, and reopens to show her now now evacuate, smiling mouth.

It is my spell to be weak, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chair. In a here and now, 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 untimely, 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 bicycle of the two of us feeding off each former must continue ... ..