( As virtually of what I write is related to non-consent or whoredom, I thought it would be fun to lather out a one-chapter short-story from a bit More of a `` romantic '' angle. consecrate 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 comparing to the trip over from my ( parent's ) house next doorway. It's a large upscale neighborhood with the houses widely spaced, and it's a typical cold December dawn. I've been home for most of my University's Junior semester due to Covid. My online class polarity on isn't for more than an hour, Julie's husband has left to go for morning burnt umber with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie bank may be look-alike my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length directly brownish blonde haircloth, 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 argument 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 knowing

'' Not rummy. Sometimes you're an bastard. '' She grumbles.

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm blue. '' I say, lying thru my dentition, and then I drop and step out of my sweatsuit & underclothes, showing off my bulging, engorged cock. I pull off my shirt to chow off my bureau and abs as I walk across the kitchen towards her. It 's really not much of a look 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 rim component 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 prospicient bit where she stands there, arms crossed, number resting bitch nerve that I'm thinking she might sound off me out and be done with me, as this is far from the 1st fourth dimension I've done this. I decide to go all in. I walk to her and assume her radiocarpal joint as she steps back out of the kitchen. I gently pin her to the hallway wall.

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

Ordinarily I would, but the fact is I am enamored with this MILF. I close in, but I wish I could appear down and watch her hone nipples start to harden through her thin tenacious sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with gentle persuasiveness and without letting go of her carpus, I slide her arms, against the wall and up over her head. `` I 'm good-for-nothing. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her sassing with my apology.

'' You 're being an SOB. 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 nipples poking me through her shirt, her breath a little little. 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 whole body, my hips holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my hands, my cock growing tough 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. '' 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 middle. `` roll in the hay you. '' she says, trying to catch her breathing place, like she might mean it a distich of different agency. I put her left carpus together with her the right way one, into one paw and squeeze them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my innocent deal, I lift one of her wooden leg up off of the earth and prompt my body down so that my cock can slide between her legs, against her pussy through her pj's. Silk pajamas, expensive single at that, and I know she can sense every in of the angry red freak rubbing against her, trying to find a way in. Both her radiocarpal joint in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my early hand down her invoke leg, along the inside of her upper thigh, and then against her hot slit through the silk. She moans into my mouth as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that sexy chunk of a kitty with my unhurt hired man. I can feel my movements shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the ire, I can already sense the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my bottom lip hard. Hard enough so I can taste blood.

When she lets go we just stare at each other. I 'll never forget her face at that bit ; the smorgasbord of care, anger, and the lustfulness in her eyes : so angry and yet so nugy for that part of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye impinging I slip my script into her PJ 's and slue two digit into her pussycat. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her sluggish and rough, almost lifting her off of the floor. Her head falls back limply against the rampart, says weak"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to roam her hips 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, slue my fingers out, grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it up and off of her body until it covers her shoulders, face, and munition, limiting her motility, and then I grab all of the cotton and cinch it up tightly in one hand, using it to truss her, again trapping her blazonry above her psyche. I free her drumhead from the shirt with my former hand, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with Passion and a quiet"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them slue down her legs into a puddle of silk on the base at her groundwork. I lift her now bound arms high over her head, stretching her, bringing her up onto the balls of her foot. `` That was n't nice at all '' I say and slide my wet fingers slowly down her pussy again and lean in close to her, as her hips move to try and bestow my digit back inside. She kisses my bottom lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another hopeful moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught body, moving upwards this prison term until I 'm cupping her left breast. Julie's breasts are all born, she doesn't need implants, so I take her mamilla, 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 thumb and first finger's breadth, and gradually employ more and more imperativeness, eventually pinching her mammilla so hard that her entire body stiffens, every muscleman locking up with the nuisance. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to penalise Julie, nor do I want to tame her or cause her as some kind of possession. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is untamed and full phase of the moon 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 halt Julie against the rampart as I kiss her brim softly and then proceed down to require her nipple into my mouth. The nipple is great when combined with lead of her pussy juice from my fingers. She tingle while the pleasure and pain mix around inside of her, and my hand 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 patrician sucking pop, and then propel up to kiss her deeply as I again work my fingerbreadth in and out of her. It makes her pant with a hint of whimper. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the border of orgasm. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her cum, I stand her back on her feet and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her subdivision, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the wall, her ass against my lower venter. Julie can finger the entire length of my engorged, fully set up cock as it lays along the distance of her pussy and then some. I shift and begin to go around 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 stopcock, I listen to Julie moan in frustration and still herself with the tip of it for a piddling while.

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

I take a bunch of whisker, tugging to let her get it on who is in dominance, & 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 St. David, can I have your cock ? Please use your dick to fuck 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 muscles locking up with a dissimilar sensory faculty this time. Her puss spasms wildly on my cock, the eternal rest of her body a convoluted mass of quiver and twitches as she loses her legs. I shift myself to pick up her, mostly with my dick but also with my free arm, and the slight social movement only serves to heighten her coming, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can stick out 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 jabbing and we settle into a perfect rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the other motivation, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my jabbing, because I too am close. I fuck her relentlessly, driving trench and hard. The trophy married woman of a powerful local politician is riding my cock like a drug, and it urges me on. The only if affair I want is for Julie depository financial institution to cum on my rooster. I fuck and grind her until at last, with a trembling, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my stopcock 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 clitoris as I hold her tightly. She is still sensitive and it gives her the shudder, but I keep it up. In a minute she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering stops and then I gently dispirited her by her bound weapon system, pushing her down to her knees. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie bank takes me into her sass 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 hammer, her coldness hands on either side of meat of it, enjoying it's length. Her eyes close just as she starts ; her expression rapt, blissful.

I ca n't enamor what happens following, 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 headspring of my cock, with little muzzle, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her mouthpiece to kiss and suckle the caput and shaft, rubbing it all over her cheeks and chin and around her perfective lips, smiling with her own pleasure at all of it. Taking me all the way to the spinal column 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 savings bank 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 military group herself down it again and again.

When she finally slides and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my eyes and grin. Her boldness is streaked from gagging, oculus wet with tear and cheeks covered in spittle. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And then she takes my hand and puts it on her head, closing her eye, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her sass gently, not going deep enough to go her. She has her hands, decoration monotonic against me, the metacarpophalangeal joint of her ovolo on either side of the fundament of my cock. Holding her head with a handful of hair, I control the profoundness and speed of my driving force. I go a little cryptical each fourth dimension, and she tenses, not with pain but with prediction, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it 's the most incredible 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 Banks can give it to me like this

When I let go of her hair she takes me one last time as deep as she can and then sucks with her own need and desolate until I fill her mouth with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my incredible boom announces it to the quietus of the empty house. Julie does n't stop until after I am finished, drawing out my orgasm with suction and nibbles, still hungry, and I have to lift her up to stop her when I ca n't submit any to a greater extent. When i finally finish, she looks up at me triumphantly, lip opened, showing that she has my encumbrance. Julie then closes, gulps, and reopens to show her now now vacuous, smiling mouth.

It is my turn to be debile, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chair. In a moment, Julie returns with a warm flannel. 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 improper, and we know it. But the sorry 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 keep on ... ..