“I’m going to fuck you again now,” he said in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “You’re going to scream my name again and again. And don’t give me bullshit about the one-time thing. This still counts as once.” He looked at me sternly. “And you’re going to come again. Don’t be shocked if my neighbors call the police. You are so loud.”I opened my mouth to say something but he ran his hand down my jaw.Then he nudged forcibly into me, making both of us gasp and curse. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”And then he was moving and words were an impossibility. It was slower than before, shocking me. He kept intense eye contact and kissed me with something unidentifiable and strangely personal. I looked away after a while, unable to handle his burning gaze. I tried not to give it too much thought; in fact I really couldn’t because of the force of his thrusts and the incredible shocks going through my pussy.I stared at him and wondered how I could let this be the last time. No one had ever claimed m
And then, like last time, my sister’s trusting, innocent and loyal face flashed before my eyes and I glanced at the photo of us hugging on my desk. I thought of her phone call, how terribly Patrick had wrecked her. Would I suffer the same fate?I hoped not, but I’d probably deserve it.I wasn’t a good person. I knew that already. I had made a lot of mistakes in my life, some I probably would never be able to make right. So in spite of my protesting, traitorous, weeping vagina, I opened up my e-mail.From Patrick,I’d use some serious profanity here but you’re lucky my company has a filter. I also don’t want to threaten you, because I know you and you’d end up using it your advantage and I believe I’ve given you enough ammunition.I’m just letting you know that, in spite of your crazy and presumptuous delusions, I will not be going to dinner with you tonight. I will meet you for coffee sometime to talk like adults when you’re ready to do so. That’s it. Let me know when you’re available
I’d drunk enough to give me some courage, and though the cold prickly feeling coursing through my veins told me it wasn’t enough, it had to be done.“Is that what you’re doing to Chloe?” I asked quietly, staring into his green eyes intently.He grimaced and put down his fork. “Fuck, Nina, Chloe has nothing to do with this.”“She has everything to do with this. She’s my sister and your ex-wife. She divorced you. You must be angry, and I can understand that, and I think you’re probably using me to get back at her. It’s not fair to any of us, and I don’t want to be a part of it. I’m sorry. We had a great ... an amazing night. Thank you so much for it and—”“Shut up, Nina.” He was annoyed. “Yeah, she divorced me. I wasn’t around anymore. Do you know why? Because I didn’t care. I gave up. I didn’t love her and I couldn’t pretend as well as she could.”I cringed hearing those words, remembering my sister’s sobs as she wondered why over and over again Patrick shut her out their last year.“I
I thought of Chloe, too. Her tears, her confusion. I wondered if I’d ever be able to look her in the eye again, and if I could, what kind of person that made me? Would I ever be able to forget this whole experience? Would I want to?I should have said no. I wanted to be able to say it. The word, however, was foreign to me in Patrick’s apartment. I knew when we left that restaurant ... well, truthfully I knew from the first kiss, that I couldn’t say no to him. I simply didn’t want to.Just one more night, I told myself. I’d force myself to forget all of this afterwards.So I stared boldly back at him as I inclined my head, my lips parting to meet his. Surprisingly he was tentative at first; in spite of his smug exterior he must have been at least partly prepared for me to waltz out of his apartment.Quickly he amped up his passion, however, and we were engaged in the most erotic but simple kiss of my life. His lips against mine, the gentle but experienced nudging of his tongue and his
Moving closer to him on my knees, I let his cock just rub against the softness of my cheek. He actually gasped at the sensation. Apparently he was paying more attention to my hair than to my actions. Now those green eyes were on mine again, listening to what I was telling him with my fixed and promised gaze. Those gorgeous lips spread open. I guess I shocked him for the second time that night. First, I stayed and encouraged the encounter, and now I was going to give him a blowjob.My pink tongue slipped slowly out of my mouth and I licked my lower lip with it. He moaned at the image and softly put his hand on my other cheek, the one that wasn’t covered by his cock and pre-cum. His thumb stroked the satiny skin beneath my eye.Finally I let my tongue tickle his head, swiping it back and forth slowly and lightly. A delicious sound came out of him and he pushed forward. I pulled my head and mouth back just a bit and smirked, shaking my head. The message was: this is my show; your cock is
We watched one another as his cock thrust its way inside me, my incredible wetness still resisting him slightly. I guess my body was giving a little fight of its own, but of course Patrick won. He was finally completely and deeply inside, and his beautiful face smiled contentedly as his forehead rested on mine.At first it was slow and incredibly arousing. He’d push forward and rest inside for a few moments, quietly taking me in with his eyes and body, before leisurely pulling out. Then he’d give me a fast and harsh thrust for good measure, just to remind me who I was dealing with.It wasn’t long before the lust overflowed and took us over, and his fucking grew purposeful and quick. His eyes clenched shut as he moved against me. My own body helplessly rose up to meet his heavy waves.We made dreadful sounds, but everything that came out of Patrick’s throat was delectable to my ears. For an instant coherent—and frightening—thoughts came to me, like how I wanted to do this all the time,
Plus I wasn’t exactly sure what to do with myself. Was I supposed to leave? He’d driven us there so I had no way to get home, but I could call myself a cab. Deciding to wait a bit, I pulled my shirt on and slipped out into the kitchen.I was thirsty and a little hungry so I peeked in the fridge. Pretty empty, except for some cheese. I saw milk, double-checked the date (though Patrick didn’t strike me as the kind to keep spoiled milk in the fridge), and poured myself a glass of it.It wasn’t until I replaced the milk and shut the fridge that I noticed it. Patrick had a dozen or so photos and papers up on the refrigerator door, but now I saw one partially covered that made my heart stop. I recognized it. Carefully I pulled it off and looked closer at it. It was a picture Chloe had in their living room because it was the only one of the three of us where I was actually smiling, and she and Patrick looked so loving and happy. It was taken not too long before they were married.But now I n
I went about my business, desperate to drive out the memories of his tongue, the exact shape and texture of his cock, the feeling of him making love to me and the horrendous guilt which continued to simmer in my stomach. Nothing I tried worked and I became dreadfully distracted and irritable. I was haunted day and night, but especially at night.Chloe and I only talked on the phone once. It was a short chat. She complained about work, asked me how I was doing, and then had to go. She was testing out another date.“Are you okay?” she asked me before hanging up. “You sound off.”“I’m fine,” I said, not sounding it at all, even to my own ears.What else could I say? I sound off because I fucked your ex-husband, the man you’re still in love with?“Are you sure?” Chloe sounded skeptical. “You have a weird tone.”Thankfully her date rang her bell before I had to answer and she hung up. She texted me later to tell me he was a loser. She didn’t make mention of my tone again, thank God.The gu
It took me a couple of minutes to really come back to awareness, and I was still hard in Eden’s ass. My cock felt like it was super light and super heavy at the same time, like a steel beam without weight, and I realized that I’d picked up my own high from all the oil.“Eden,” I groaned, slowly pulling out of her ass until I popped out.She moaned happily, rolling onto her side, and I managed to lift her up and slide her onto the massage bench. “Hey, baby,” she grinned. “Up until this afternoon, I thought last weekend was the best sex I’d ever had. This definitely tops it.”I laughed, and she did too, and I crawled up behind her on the bench and spooned her as she tilted her head back so I could kiss her.“You’re still hard,” she noticed.“I am,” I grinned.“Good,” she said, sliding off the massage bench and heading to my little kitchenette and grabbing a washcloth. “Because I want your next two loads deep in my cunt. Then you can pick where you put it on or in your personal MILF after
“O-Oh ... wow...” she said.“What is it?” I asked.“I think my high just kicked in,” she said breathily. “My ass feels amazing, and God I want you to fuck me.”“Not yet,” I grinned, continuing on with her thighs, and watched as she squirmed in place, flexing her muscles and absorbing the feelings running through them. Her nipples were poking out nice and hard, and she was arching her back a bit with her horniness and pushing her chest to the sky.Spreading her legs, I got on the bench between them and looked at her pussy up close. I’d fallen in love with it that first time at her place, but I just couldn’t get enough of how perfect and pretty it was. Aroused as she was, it was swollen a soft, ruddy pink, the inner labia spread slightly wanting something to fill it, her clit poking out from the little clit hood that capped it.“Trevie, baby,” she moaned, reaching down for me. “Fuck me?”“I told you the plan, baby,” I said with a smile. “Step two, I want a taste of this delicious pussy.
“That would be so hot,” she grinned and kissed me.We made out for a little while, and then I stripped her naked - which didn’t take long since she was only wearing the dress and no underwear.“I’ve got a plan for you tonight,” I told her. “Step one is giving you the full body massage and running my fingers over every single inch of your body, and step two is feasting on that delicious MILF pussy of yours until you’ve squirted at least twice for me. But for step one I need you to decide something for me.”“What’s that, Trev?” she asked. She was naked and sitting on the edge of the massage bench, but somehow her energy and nervous excitement made her almost like a kid on Christmas morning.I couldn’t help it, I kissed her again first. “Well, I can use my regular massage oils,” I said, showing her a bottle of the usual brand I used. But there was another, unlabeled brand next to it. “Or I can use this. I had a friend back in college who was a bit of a pothead, and she’d done research in
And Monday had been like I’d started working at an entirely new Spa. Sure, I still had the occasional older client, but what Jessica had said had been true - my week looked like it had booked up with Trophy Wives and Club Daughters.Thankfully, I think, nothing untoward or explicit happened. There was some light flirting, but no one got as forward as Rachel Killian had, let alone Eden; the weirdest part of it all was that all of them were so nice to me. Everything I could remember about the Greenmeadow membership was that it was snooty, snotty and could be quite rude. But these women were downright ... pleasant. And I could think of only one reason - they were all, in the back of their minds, considering the idea of getting a piece of me.That, right there, was a weird feeling and I dreaded the day someone made a move I had to turn down.“Why would I ask her out?” I replied to Jessica. We were waiting in the lobby for my next appointment, a Club daughter who was running five minutes l
And then we were fucking again, her on top and riding me, putting in the work as her tits bounced off my lips and I grabbed her ass, teasing her asshole with one finger. Then I flipped her over and fucked her on her hands and knees, and she came again when I adjusted and fucked down into her more, mounting her like an animal and bashing my cock against her g-spot, causing her to squirt again in a little spray.She pulled off my cock and this time I came in her mouth as she swallowed it down.I went to the kitchen and got us water, and came back to Eden kneeling face down on the bed, her ass up in the air, asking me to spank her. I did, and then fucked her from behind again as she fingered her clit and humped back at me, panting and laughing and begging me to make her come again. Then we shifted again and she mounted me backwards so that I could watch her ass, which I spanked and played with as she bounced and ground on my cock. She fell back onto me and I fucked up into her, jamming o
She kissed me as I carried her, uncaring that I was smothered in her juices and smell, getting it smeared all over herself as well. She directed me to her bedroom and I tossed her on the bed as she laughed happily, and then I slowly pulled the dress off of her as she bit her lower lip sexily and watched me with a little smile. Joining her array of jewellery was a thin golden chain around her waist.“God, you are perfect,” I said, crawling onto the bed and looming over her so I could kiss her.“You’re not so fucking bad yourself, though you aren’t nearly naked enough,” she teased and giggled as she plucked at my shirt. “How the hell did you get so good at that?”“Patience, and practice,” I said as I stripped off my wet t-shirt and started unbuckling my belt. “And I plan on putting in a lot more of it with you.”“Yes, please, God,” Eden grinned. “Be as patient as you want with me. But don’t forget to be rough, too. I’m serious, I want you to make me your little MILFy whore. Anything you
“Oh, oh my God,” Eden moaned quickly. “Oh, no, oh my God! Trevor. Oh, you’re really good at that.”I pushed her thighs wider, the green dress sliding up over her hips, and I looked her in the eyes as I tongued her.“Ung, do you actually get turned on doing that?” she asked me, clutching at her knees to keep her legs open for me, her pretty lips pouted open from the fast pleasure I was pushing on her.“You taste so fucking good,” I said between licks.“Oh, fuck,” she breathed out. “Oh, my God.” And then she sighed with a girlish, sexy moan.“Just relax and enjoy, you naughty fucking MILF,” I said.“Hooooo-kay,” she moaned, relaxing back on the couch and closing her eyes.She breathed deeply, letting out little moans for a bit, but her eyes snapped open when I moved up to her clit. “Oh! Fuck, that’s really good. Oh, Trevor, fuck. My clit. My clit!”I reached up and pulled the shoulders of her dress down, revealing her naked tits, and used one hand to fondle them while I brought the othe
That right there was the best kind of response I could get from someone. I’d only gotten it once before during my practical placements through college. Getting it again with Marissa made me a little giddy and lightheaded. Eventually, she called me back into the room, and I showed her some arm and back stretches that would help her out, along with how to use a tennis ball on her chest to work out some tension. It wasn’t perfect, but it would hold her over if things got really tense before she could get another massage.She waited around for me while I cleaned and reset the room, and then we walked to the staff changing rooms together. Marissa had me give her my number before we split apart.That night I went back to my place feeling like a king. I’d changed a beautiful friend’s life with my knowledge and skills. And I’d gotten the best blowjob I’d had in my life from Eden.Once I’d had dinner, I texted Eden.‘Good evening, Eden. This is Trevor.’It was a couple of minutes before I got
I chuckled and went back in. Marissa was lying on the bench with the wedge under her. It started around her hip area and lifted her abdomen at a slight angle, and her breasts sat in the cutouts while her head remained raised. I could see the expanse of her side boob from one side, and she was definitely filling out the cutout.“Can I take this thing home with me?” she asked. “I haven’t slept on my stomach since I was like thirteen because of these things.”“It’s not mine to give away,” I said. “But I can give you some good websites to order one from.”I reapplied oil to my hands and went to work. Marissa was a little ticklish on her sides, but once I’d gotten her warmed up on her lower back and she’d gotten used to the feeling of my hands, I started moving higher. She had a build that was similar to Rachel Killian - generally fit, but holding a curvaceous softness that made massaging her skin feel just a little pillowy. Her back had a few little moles and freckles that made her feel m