( As near 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 `` romanticistic '' 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 ) theatre future door. It's a large upscale neighborhood with the family widely spaced, and it's a distinctive cold December break of day. I've been home for most of my University's Jr semester due to Covid. My online division preindication on isn't for Thomas More than an hr, Julie's husband has left to go for dawning coffee with his mates.

'' Late. Again. '' She says. Julie Banks may be repeat my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length straight brownish blonde hair, curvey hips, & big white meat, she is a total bombshell, a trophy-wife for her much holder husband. But right now, she is raging, and her instruction is both a swearword 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 story. Sometimes you're an dickhead. '' She grumbles.

I've already stripped off my jacket. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say, lying thru my teeth, and then I drop and step out of my travail & underclothes, showing off my bulging, engorged prick. I pull off my shirt to chow off my pectus and abs as I walk across the kitchen towards her. It 's really not much of a calculated jeopardy. 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 bantam 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 foresightful second where she stands there, weapons system 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 commencement time I've done this. I decide to go all in. I walk to her and look at her wrists as she steps back out of the kitchen. I gently pin her to the hallway wall.

'' I'm getting tired of your red cent, & I'm convinced you don't care about me, so give up it. As in right wing now. '' she says.

Ordinarily I would, but the fact is I am enamored with this MILF. I close in, but I wish I could search down and watch out her perfect nipples start to season through her fragile foresightful sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with blue strength and without letting go of her wrist joint, I slide her blazon, against the bulwark and up over her header. `` I 'm sorry. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her back talk with my apology.

'' You 're being an dickhead. And I told you to contain. '' 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 tit poking me through her shirt, her breath a little 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 unhurt body, my rosehip holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my hands, my shaft growing hard against her. She's still mad, but I swear there 's almost a smile on her side 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 Thomas More a daring than anything else.

I kiss her, but she still plays the component. When the kiss breaks I look her in the middle. `` roll in the hay you. '' she says, trying to catch her breath, like she might mean it a couple of different means. I put her left wrist together with her compensate one, into one bridge player and squelch them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my free deal, I lift one of her legs up off of the ground and move my consistence down so that my cock can slew between her legs, against her pussy through her pajamas. Silk pajamas, expensive ones at that, and I know she can palpate every inch of the angry red monster rubbing against her, trying to find a way in. Both her wrist joint in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my former hand down her raised leg, along the inside of her amphetamine thigh, and then against her hot pussy through the silk. She moans into my lip as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that aphrodisiac gawk of a pussy with my whole hand. I can feel my motion shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the anger, I can already feel the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my bum lip hard. Hard enough so I can smack blood.

When she lets go we just gaze at each other. I 'll never forget her face at that here and now ; the miscellany of fear, choler, and the lust in her middle : so angry and yet so nugy for that persona of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye contact lens I slip my hired hand into her PJ 's and slip two fingers into her pussy. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her dull and rough, almost lifting her off of the trading floor. Her head teacher falls back limply against the rampart, says weakly"I told myself no more !"and then she starts to roll her articulatio coxae down into my fingers. She an't viewpoint it, she can't live without me, and already she 's so close to cumming.

I quickly let her wrists go, slue my finger's breadth out, catch the freighter of her shirt and facelift it up and off of her consistence until it covers her shoulders, look, and arm, limiting her crusade, and then I grab all of the cotton fiber and cinch it up tightly in one handwriting, using it to bind her, again trapping her arms above her head. I free her oral sex from the shirt with my early manus, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with cacoethes and a quiet"Yes-s-sss…"

I untie her PJ 's and let them slither down her legs into a puddle of silk on the storey at her feet. I lift her now bound arms high gear over her read/write head, stretching her, bringing her up onto the formal of her metrical unit. `` That was n't nice at all '' I say and slide my wet digit slowly down her kitty again and tip in close to her, as her hips move to try and land my fingers back inside. She kisses my bottom lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another wannabe moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught torso, moving upwards this time until I 'm cupping her left wing boob. Julie's breasts 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 candy kiss and say `` You should be nice to me. '' and then I take her mamilla between my pollex and offset finger, and gradually apply to a greater extent and to a greater extent pressure, eventually pinching her nipple so hard that her integral body stiffens, every muscle locking up with the bother. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to penalize Julie, nor do I desire to tame her or have her as some kind of ownership. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is uncivilised and full of fervency, I keep her from burning out of command. She wants this. If she knew you well and spoke to you privately, Julie would tell you that she needs this.

I Continue to hold Julie against the paries as I kiss her rim softly and then move down to accept her mammilla into my mouth. The nipple is great when combined with hints of her pussy succus from my fingers. She shivers while the pleasure and pain mix around inside of her, and my manus moves back down to her pussycat again. I slide the two fingers back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her teat with a docile sucking pop, and then go up to kiss her deeply as I again work my fingers in and out of her. It makes her pant with a breath of whimper. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the sharpness of climax. THIS is why Julie needs me.

Instead of letting her come, I stand her back on her feet and, still holding the cinched up shirt that binds her coat of arms, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the wall, her ass against my lower stomach. Julie can feel the entire length of my engorged, fully erect cock as it lays along the distance of her slit and then some. I shift and begin to rotate my articulatio coxae to rub it up and down her snatch, and when I stop, she moves herself on it, against it, trying to skid it into her. Still holding my dick, I listen to Julie groan in defeat and ease herself with the tip of it for a little while.

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

I take a clunk of hair, tugging to let her know who is in ascendency, & when I say her gens 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 cock ? 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 heftiness locking up with a different sensation this fourth dimension. Her pussy spasms wildly on my putz, the rest of her body a tangled mass of chill and twitches as she loses her wooden leg. I shift myself to catch her, mostly with my cock but also with my discharge arm, and the slight movement only serves to escalate her coming, making her cry out again.

Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can resist 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 thrusts and we settle into a perfect rhythm, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the early need, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my thrusting, because I too am close. I fuck her relentlessly, driving deep and laborious. The trophy married woman of a potent local pol is riding my dick like a drug, and it urges me on. The alone thing I want is for Julie Banks to cum on my cock. I fuck and grind her until at live, with a shaking, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my cock in her juices.

I lift and turn her around in my weapon system and buss 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 minute she has a mini-orgasm, quaking & calling out as we kiss until the shivering stops and then I gently lower her by her bound arms, pushing her down to her stifle. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie Banks takes me into her oral fissure before her stifle even hit the flooring. 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 eyes as she kisses the tip of my dick, her cold work force on either sides of it, enjoying it's length. Her center close just as she starts ; her boldness rapt, blissful.

I ca n't catch what happens succeeding, 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 straits of my cock, with little gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her mouth to kiss and nurse the psyche and scape, rubbing it all over her cheeks and Kuki-Chin and around her perfect mouth, smiling with her own pleasance at all of it. Taking me all the way to the spine of her pharynx 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 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 radical of my shaft and forces herself down it again and again.

When she finally chute and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my eyes and grinning. Her side is streaked from gagging, eyes 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 be intimate she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her sassing gently, not going deep enough to choke her. She has her hands, palms flat against me, the knuckles of her quarter round on either side of the base of my peter. Holding her psyche with a handful of hair, I control the depth and fastness of my push. I go a fiddling deeper each time, and she tenses, not with pain but with expectancy, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it 's the most incredible affair 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 present it to me like this

When I let go of her fuzz she takes me one hold out clock time as cryptical as she can and then suck with her own demand and abandon until I fill her mouth with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my unbelievable roar announces it to the respite of the abandon house. Julie does n't stop until after I am finished, drawing out my orgasm with sucking and nibbles, still hungry, and I have to arise her up to lay off her when I ca n't learn any Sir Thomas More. When i finally destination, she looks up at me triumphantly, mouth opened, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, gulp, and reopens to show her now now empty, smiling mouth.

It is my turn to be weak, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chair. In a moment, Julie returns with a quick washcloth. Using it, along with her natural language, she cleans me. I know that soon, her husband will bring back, and that I must go. What we are doing is so very-very faulty, and we know it. But the big 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 wheel of the two of us feeding off each other must stay on ... ..