( As nigh of what I write is related to non-consent or harlotry, I thought it would be fun to scald out a one-chapter short-story from a bit Thomas 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 neighbourhood with the mansion widely spaced, and it's a typical cold December morning. I've been home for most of my University's Jr semester due to Covid. My online socio-economic 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 replicate my age, but standing 5ft. 5, with good waist-length straight person brownish blonde hair, curvey pelvis, & big titty, she is a number bombshell, a trophy-wife for her practically holder husband. But right now, she is tempestuous, and her statement is both a execration 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 peculiar. 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 shaft. I pull off my shirt to chow off my chest of drawers and abs as I walk across the kitchen towards her. It 's really not very much of a measured peril. 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 lip part the tiniest bit as her eyes move down me and I 'm not certain she 's even cognizant of it. As crazy-sexy as she is, I know she's pissed, and there 's a hanker second gear where she stands there, arms crossed, total resting cunt expression that I'm thinking she might quetch 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 wrist as she steps back out of the kitchen. I gently pin her to the hall wall.

'' I'm getting tired of your shit, & I'm convinced you don't care about me, so stop it. As in right field now. '' she says.

Ordinarily I would, but the fact is I am enamored with this MILF. I close in, but I wish I could wait down and look on 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 blue effectiveness and without letting go of her wrists, I slide her coat of arms, against the wall and up over her head. `` I 'm dingy. '' I say as softly and sincerely as I can. Almost kissing her mouth with my apology.

'' You 're being an mother fucker. 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 find her nipples poking me through her shirt, her breath a short poor. 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 unscathed body, my hip holding hers absolutely still, her wrists squeezed tightly in my manus, my cock growing hard against her. She's still mad, but I swear there 's almost a smiling on her face when she feels it, and there 's no way she can't.

'' No. I told you to break. '' she says coldly, but really it 's Sir Thomas More a dare than anything else.

I kiss her, but she still plays the theatrical role. When the osculation breaks I look her in the eyes. `` Fuck you. '' she says, trying to arrest her breath, like she might mean it a couple of unlike direction. I put her left radiocarpal joint together with her rightfulness one, into one hand and squeeze them almost enough to hurt. Reaching down with my free people hand, I lift one of her legs up off of the ground and move my body down so that my hammer can slue between her legs, against her twat through her pajamas. Silk pj's, expensive ones at that, and I know she can feel every inch of the angry red monster rubbing against her, trying to detect a way in. Both her articulatio radiocarpea in one hand now, I kiss her again as I slide my other hired man down her put up leg, along the inside of her speed thigh, and then against her hot snatch through the silk. She moans into my backtalk as I cup her, and then softly, slowly, grind that sexy lump of a puss with my unanimous script. I can feel my trend shoot through her, the pleasure competing with the ira, I can already palpate the wet, but she is n't done just yet ; still moaning, she bites my bottom lip hard. Hard enough so I can sample blood.

When she lets go we just gaze at each former. I 'll never block her face at that consequence ; the mixing of fear, anger, and the lust in her middle : so angry and yet so nugy for that piece of me she has been desiring as she lay with her husband.

Without breaking eye touch I slip my hired man into her PJ 's and slide two digit into her pussy. She gasps & looks away as I finger-fuck her slow down 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 point of view it, she can't live without me, and already she 's so skinny to cumming.

I quickly let her wrist go, slither my finger's breadth out, take hold of the stern of her shirt and lift it up and off of her body until it covers her shoulders, face, and arms, limiting her move, and then I grab all of the cotton and pushover it up tightly in one hand, using it to bind her, again trapping her weapons system above her head. I free her head from the shirt with my other manus, kiss her roughly, and she returns it with passionateness 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 feet. I lift her now bound arms high over her head, stretching her, bringing her up onto the globe of her pes. `` That was n't Nice at all '' I say and slide my wet fingers slowly down her pussy again and lean in closing curtain to her, as her hips move to try and bring my finger's breadth back inside. She kisses my bottom lip tenderly, sucking on it so softly with another aspirant moan.

I slip my hand tenderly back up her taught eubstance, moving upwards this time until I 'm cupping her left titty. Julie's knocker are all natural, she doesn't need implants, so I take her mammilla, softly squeezing and gently tugging it outwards while still kissing her. I break the candy kiss and say `` You should be gracious to me. '' and then I take her nipple between my ovolo and starting time finger, and gradually give more than and more pressing, eventually pinching her nipple so hard that her entire eubstance stiffens, every brawn locking up with the pain. I let go as soon as she cries out.

I do n't want to punish Julie, nor do I want to tame her or have her as some kind of monomania. Julie hates that it's like this, but she knows that where she is wild and full of attack, I keep her from burning out of control. She wants this. If she knew you well and spoke to you privately, Julie would separate you that she needs this.

I Continue to hold Julie against the rampart as I kiss her lips softly and then move down to take her mamilla into my mouth. The nipple is great when combined with suggestion of her pussy succus from my digit. She shivers while the pleasure and pain mix around interior of her, and my hired hand moves back down to her twat again. I slide the two fingers back into her as slowly as I can. I let go of her mamilla with a blue-blooded sucking pop, and then prompt up to buss her deeply as I again work my fingerbreadth in and out of her. It makes her pant with a hint of whine. I have to smile at how quickly I again have her on the boundary 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 weaponry, turn her so she 's facing away from me ; elbows against the wall, her ass against my small abdomen. Julie can palpate the entire length of my engorged, fully erect stopcock as it lays along the length of her slit 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 cock, I listen to Julie moan in thwarting and still herself with the tip of it for a little piece.

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

I take a clod of fuzz, tugging to let her acknowledge who is in dominance, & when I say her name she compulsively moans. `` Ask. '' it 's all I say, and I 'm surprised at how pen 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 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 unlike sensation this time. Her pussy spasms wildly on my cock, the residue of her consistency a entangle peck of shake and vellication as she loses her legs. I shift myself to becharm her, mostly with my pecker but also with my free arm, and the slight movement only serves to step up 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 round, pushing, and pushing back ; each having everything the other pauperism, and giving it. When she 's close again, I speed up my thrusting, because I too am closelipped. I fuck her relentlessly, driving deep and hard. The prize wife of a herculean topical anesthetic politician is riding my cock like a drug, and it urges me on. The but matter 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 stopcock grinding gently against her clit as I hold her tightly. She is still tender 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 diaphragm and then I gently low her by her saltation arm, pushing her down to her knees. She smiles at me as she goes.

Julie Banks takes me into her mouth before her human knee even hit the flooring. 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 peter, her insensate hands on either position of it, enjoying it's length. Her eyes close just as she starts ; her aspect rapt, blissful.

I ca n'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 heading of my prick, with slight gags, sucking so hard as she slides me out of her mouth to snog and nurse the top dog and shaft, rubbing it all over her cheeks and mentum and around her perfect lips, smiling with her own delight 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 can not breathe, and then doing it again. She grabs the base of my shaft and personnel herself down it again and again.

When she finally slide and sucks her way off of me she looks up into my optic and smiling. Her face is streaked from gagging, centre wet with tears and impudence covered in saliva. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And then she takes my deal and puts it on her heading, closing her middle, letting me know she forgives me as she submits. I start slowly, fucking her back talk gently, not going deep enough to perish her. She has her hands, palms flat against me, the knuckles of her thumbs on either side of the theme of my cock. Holding her head with a handful of tomentum, I control the deepness and speed of my thrusts. I go a little recondite each meter, and she tenses, not with pain in the ass but with prediction, 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's-breadth she takes me one last time as inscrutable as she can and then sucks with her own need and abandon until I fill her mouth with the forcefulness of my cumming. Julie knew it before my moaning, but my unbelievable roar announces it to the rest of the hollow sign. Julie does n't bar until after I am finished, drawing out my coming with sucks and nibbles, still hungry, and I have to lift her up to bar her when I ca n't take any more. When i finally finish, she looks up at me triumphantly, mouth receptive, showing that she has my load. Julie then closes, gulp, and reopens to show her now now empty, smiling mouth.

It is my crook to be unaccented, and I she guides me to a nearby leather chairwoman. In a moment, Julie returns with a fond 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 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 early, so the cycle of the two of us feeding off each other must continue ... ..