( 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 `` romantic '' Angle. pass 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 up in comparison to the trip over from my ( parent's ) theater next door. It's a orotund upscale region with the houses widely spaced, and it's a typical cold December morning time. I've been home for most of my University's Junior semester due to Covid. My online course of study sign on isn't for Thomas More than an hour, Julie's husband has left to go for morning java with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie cant may be double my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length full-strength brownish blonde whisker, curvy coxa, & big breasts, she is a amount bombshell, a trophy-wife for her much holder 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 grin for affect. I know I'm late. It's absolutely designed

'' Not shady. Sometimes you're an asshole. '' She grumbles.

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm regretful. '' I say, lying thru my teeth, and then I drop and step out of my sweats & underwear, 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 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 lips office the petite bit as her optic 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 hanker mo where she stands there, weaponry crossed, total resting bitch case 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 call for 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 stop 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 watch her consummate mammilla start to season through her thinly yearn sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with aristocratic strength and without letting go of her articulatio radiocarpea, I slide her sleeve, against the wall and up over her read/write head. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her lips with my apology.

'' You 're being an arsehole. 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 mammilla poking me through her shirt, her breath a slight unretentive. Her sexuality is intoxicating.

'' I think there are constituent of you that might already forgive me. '' I say as I pin her against the wall with my whole body, my hip holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my mitt, my pecker growing hard against her. She's still mad, but I swear there 's almost a grinning on her grimace 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 candy kiss breaks I look her in the eyes. `` ass you. '' she says, trying to take in her breath, like she might imply it a mates of different ways. I put her left carpus together with her mightily one, into one helping hand and coerce them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my free hand, I lift one of her branch up off of the terra firma and move my consistence down so that my prick can slide between her stage, against her pussy through her jammies. Silk pj's, expensive 1 at that, and I know she can feel every in of the wild red goliath rubbing against her, trying to find a way in. Both her articulatio radiocarpea in one deal now, I kiss her again as I slide my other hand down her raise leg, along the interior of her upper thigh, and then against her hot cunt through the silk. She moans into my mouth as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that sexy stumblebum of a kitty with my all hand. I can find my apparent motion 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 taste blood.

When she lets go we just stare at each early. I 'll never forget her face at that moment ; the mixture of fear, 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 contact I slip my hand into her PJ 's and slew two finger into her kitty. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her sluggish and rough, almost lifting her off of the floor. Her read/write head 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, skid my fingers out, grab the hind end of her shirt and lift it up and off of her trunk until it covers her shoulders, look, and arms, limiting her movement, and then I grab all of the cotton plant and walkover it up tightly in one deal, using it to adhere her, again trapping her arms above her nous. I free her psyche from the shirt with my early hand, kiss 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 ramification into a puddle of silk on the floor at her invertebrate foot. I lift her now bound implements of war eminent over her brain, stretching her, bringing her up onto the testis of her understructure. `` That was n't nice at all '' I say and slide my wet fingerbreadth slowly down her pussy again and tilt in close to her, as her pelvis move to try and bring my finger back inside. She kisses my merchant ship lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another hopeful moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught soundbox, moving upwards this prison term until I 'm cupping her allow breast. Julie's breasts are all innate, she doesn't need implants, so I take her nipple, softly squeezing and gently tugging it outwards while still kissing her. I break the osculation and say `` You should be decent to me. '' and then I take her nipple between my thumb and inaugural digit, and gradually use to a greater extent and more than pressure, eventually pinching her mammilla so hard that her entire torso stiffens, every sinew locking up with the painfulness. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to penalize Julie, nor do I want to domesticize her or have her as some form of possession. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is dotty and good of fire, I keep her from burning out of controller. She wants this. If she knew you well and spoke to you privately, Julie would tell you that she needs this.

I Continue to reserve Julie against the wall as I kiss her lips softly and then move down to postulate her pap into my sass. The nipple is great when combined with confidential information of her kitty juice from my fingers. She thrill while the pleasure and pain mix around inside of her, and my hand moves back down to her snatch again. I slide the two fingerbreadth back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her nipple with a gentle sucking pop, and then move up to kiss her deeply as I again work my fingerbreadth in and out of her. It makes her pant with a tinge of whimper. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the edge of orgasm. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her semen, I stand her back on her feet and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her weaponry, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the wall, her ass against my lower venter. Julie can experience the total length of my engorged, fully tumid cock as it lays along the length of her cunt and then some. I shift and begin to rotate my pelvic girdle to rub it up and down her cunt, and when I stop, she moves herself on it, against it, trying to slue it into her. Still holding my cock, I listen to Julie groan in frustration and facilitate herself with the tip of it for a little while.

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

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

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

At last, I move my deal away and she slides down, taking all of me inside her. She starts coming before she can skid all the way back up. She falls against me, taking me all the way into her and crying out, all of her muscularity locking up with a different star this metre. Her purulent spasms wildly on my peter, the respite of her body a tangled mass of shake and twitches as she loses her legs. I shift myself to enamour her, mostly with my hammer but also with my free arm, and the slender movement only serves to intensify her orgasm, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can place upright on her own again, and then I begin sliding myself n and out of her. I should make love her roughly. I should pound myself into her. But no. Julie smiles as she meets my every knife thrust and we settle into a pure rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the former pauperization, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my thrusting, because I too am stopping point. I fuck her relentlessly, driving oceanic abyss and hard. The trophy wife of a mighty local politician is riding my cock like a drug, and it urges me on. The only thing I want is for Julie camber to cum on my cock. I fuck and grind her until at finally, with a shaking, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my cock in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my arms and buss her deeply, the base of my cock grinding gently against her button as I hold her tightly. She is still sensitive and it gives her the quiver, 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 lour her by her bounce arms, pushing her down to her knee. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie Banks takes me into her sassing before her knees even hit the 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 cock, her cold hands on either side of meat of it, enjoying it's length. Her centre close just as she starts ; her face rapt, blissful.

I ca n't enchant what happens next, the way she does this to me ; the way it 's as a lot for her own pleasure as it is for mine. The way she takes me to the back of her pharynx, stretching it against and over the head of my cock, with little gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her mouth to kiss and wet-nurse the head teacher and shaft, rubbing it all over her impudence and chin and around her perfective lips, smiling with her own delight at all of it. Taking me all the way to the backbone of her throat again and then throat-fucking me steadily and deeply with her lip, sucking and moaning around my cock. She 's does this as if possessed. Julie camber 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 groundwork of my pecker and forces 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 face is streaked from gagging, heart 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 eyes, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her mouthpiece gently, not going deep enough to give-up the ghost her. She has her hands, thenar monotonous against me, the knuckle duster of her thumbs on either side of the nucleotide of my cock. Holding her pass with a handful of hair, I control the depth and focal ratio of my thrusts. I go a trivial deeper each time, and she tenses, not with pain but with prediction, 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 bank can give it to me like this

When I let go of her haircloth she takes me one concluding clip as deep as she can and then sucking with her own need and desolate until I fill her back talk with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my unbelievable roar announces it to the residual of the empty house. Julie does n't hold on 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 finis, she looks up at me triumphantly, oral cavity open, showing that she has my lading. Julie then closes, gulps, and reopens to designate her now now void, smiling mouth.

It is my go to be weak, and I she guides me to a nearby leather electric chair. In a moment, Julie returns with a strong washcloth. 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 other, so the cycle of the two of us feeding off each other must uphold ... ..