David pushes his luck with Julie, but he knows ow to be forgiven
(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. 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 neighborhood with the houses widely spaced, and it’s a typical cold December morning. I’ve been home for most of my University’s Junior semester due to Covid. My online class sign on isn’t for more than an hour, Julie’s husband has left to go for morning coffee with his mates.
"Late. Again." She says. Julie Banks may be double my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with near waist-length straight brownish blonde hair, 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 statement is both a curse 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 jacket. "I'm sorry." 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 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 long second where she stands there, arms 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 first 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 stop it. As in right 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 perfect nipples start to harden through her thin long sleeved shirt. I can certainly feel them. Julie struggles back but I hold her still. Slowly, with gentle strength and without letting go of her wrists, I slide her arms, against the wall and up over her head. "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 feel her nipples 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 wall with my whole body, my hips holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my hands, my cock growing hard 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 kiss breaks I look her in the eyes. "Fuck you." she says, trying to catch her breath, like she might mean it a couple of different ways. I put her left wrist together with her right one, into one hand and squeeze them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my free hand, I lift one of her legs up off of the ground and move my body down so that my cock can slide between her legs, against her pussy through her pajamas. Silk pajamas, expensive ones at that, and I know she can feel every inch of the angry red monster rubbing against her, trying to find a way in. Both her wrists in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my other hand down her raised leg, along the inside of her upper thigh, and then against her hot pussy through the silk. She moans into my mouth as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that sexy lump of a pussy with my whole hand. I can feel my movements shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the anger, I can already feel the wet, but she isn'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 moment; the mixture of fear, anger, and the lust 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 slide two fingers into her pussy. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her slow and rough, almost lifting her off of the floor. Her 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 stand it, she can’t live without me, and already she's so close to cumming.
I quickly let her wrists go, slide 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 arms, limiting her movement, and then I grab all of the cotton and cinch it up tightly in one hand, using it to bind her, again trapping her arms above her head. I free her head from the shirt with my other 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 legs into a puddle of silk on the floor at her feet. I lift her now bound arms high over her head, stretching her, bringing her up onto the balls of her feet. "That wasn'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 bring my fingers 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 time until I'm cupping her left breast. 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 kiss and say "You should be nice to me." and then I take her nipple between my thumb and first finger, and gradually apply more and more pressure, eventually pinching her nipple so hard that her entire body stiffens, every muscle locking up with the pain. I let go as soon as she cries out.
I don't want to punish Julie, nor do I want to tame her or have 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 hold Julie against the wall as I kiss her lips softly and then move down to take her nipple into my mouth. The nipple is great when combined with hints of her pussy juices from my fingers. She shivers 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 gentle sucking pop, and then move up to kiss her deeply as I again work my fingers 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 edge of orgasm. 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 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 length of her slit 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 frustration and ease 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 know who is in control, & 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 David, can I have your cock? Please use your cock 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 slide 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 different sensation this time. Her pussy spasms wildly on my cock, the rest of her body a tangled mass of shivers and twitches as she loses her legs. I shift myself to catch her, mostly with my cock but also with my free arm, and the slight movement only serves to intensify her orgasm, making her cry out again.
Still inside, I hold her as it ebbs, until she can stand 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 other needs, 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 hard. The trophy wife of a powerful local politician is riding my cock like a drug, and it urges me on. The only thing I want is for Julie Banks to cum on my cock. I fuck and grind her until at last, with a shaking, screaming orgasm she explodes, covering my cock 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 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 knees. She smiles at me as she goes.
Julie Banks takes me into her mouth 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 sides of it, enjoying it’s length. Her eyes close just as she starts; her face rapt, blissful.
I can't capture 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 head of my cock, with little gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her mouth to kiss and suckle the head and shaft, rubbing it all over her cheeks and chin and around her perfect lips, smiling with her own pleasure at all of it. Taking me all the way to the back 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 Banks needs me to cum more than I need to. She goes back to gagging herself, swallowing me until she cannot breathe, and then doing it again. She grabs the base of my cock 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 smiles. Her face 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 know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her mouth gently, not going deep enough to choke her. She has her hands, palms flat against me, the knuckles of her thumbs on either side of the base of my cock. Holding her head with a handful of hair, I control the depth and speed of my thrusts. I go a little deeper each time, and she tenses, not with pain but with anticipation, yielding, accepting, wanting this. And it's the most incredible 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 hair she takes me one last time as deep as she can and then sucks with her own need and abandon until I fill her mouth with the force of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my incredible roar announces it to the rest of the empty house. Julie doesn't stop 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 can't take any more. When i finally finish, she looks up at me triumphantly, mouth open, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, gulps, 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 warm washcloth. Using it, along with her tongue, she cleans me. I know that soon, her husband 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 continue.....