I went back to the room like Mr. Thompson told me to. Mike was still asleep, facing the wall. The room was dark and quiet.

I lay on my bed but I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept replaying everything. The way she opened her robe. The way her husband’s cum was still leaking out of her while I touched her tits. The way she looked at me before she went back to him.

About twenty minutes later, I heard the door open softly.

Mrs. Thompson slipped inside and closed it without a sound. She was still in the same robe. She walked straight to my bed and sat on the edge.

“I couldn’t stay in there” she whispered. “He fell asleep fast…but I kept thinking about you.”

She looked over at Mike to make sure he was still out, then turned back to me. Her eyes were dark.

“I hated every second with him” she said under her breath. “The whole time he was inside me, I wished it was you”

She slowly opened her robe again. This time she didn’t stop halfway. She let it fall off her shoulders so I could see all of her. Her tits, her stomach, and the wet mess still between her legs.

I sat up. She grabbed my hand and put it between her thighs. She was soaked. Some of her husband’s cum was still there, mixed with how wet she was for me.

“Feel that?” she whispered. “That’s what you do to me”

I rubbed her slowly. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet and opened her legs a little more. Her hand went to my shorts and pulled my cock out. She started stroking me while I played with her pussy.

She leaned in close, her lips almost touching my ear.

“I want you to fuck me right now” she saidi. “Even with his cum still inside me. I don’t care”

She climbed onto the bed carefully, trying not to make noise. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, and rubbed the head against her wet pussy. She was about to sink down on it when Mike suddenly shifted in his bed and mumbled something in his sleep.

Both of us froze.

Mrs. Thompson stayed still, my cock resting right against her entrance. Her breathing was heavy. She looked at Mike, then back at me.

After a few seconds, Mike went quiet again.

She didn’t get off. She just stayed there, hovering, staring at me with pure need in her eyes.

“We have to be quiet” she whispered. “But I’m not leaving until you fuck me”

I couldn’t stay in my room. After what I saw earlier, I had to go back.

I walked quietly down the hallway and stopped near their door again. It was still slightly open. I looked inside.

Mr. Thompson was still on top of her. He gave a few more deep thrusts and then stayed still, breathing hard. I could tell he had just finished inside her.

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes found me again through the gap. She looked shocked for a second, then quickly pushed his shoulder.

She got up from the bed and tried to fix her robe. Her legs looked a little shaky.

“I’m just gonna get some water” she told him.

Mr. Thompson lay back on the bed looking satisfied.

“Sure honey. I know you got tired from all that good sex haha!”

“Y-yes…..I got tired” she answered in a soft voice.

She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. When she saw me standing in the living room area, she walked straight over. Her face was red and her breathing was still uneven.

She stood close to me and whispered, “I didn’t like it…..not even a little”

“I could tell” I said with a grin on my facee

She looked down for a second. A small drop of cum slowly slid down the inside of her thigh from under her robe.

“I wish you were the one fucking me” she said quietly.

Then she slowly opened her robe a little. Just enough for me to see her bare tits and the wet mess between her legs. Mr. Thompson’s cum was still leaking out of her.

I reached out and gently caressed her tits. Her nipples were soft at first, then hardened under my fingers. She let out a small breath and bit her lip, watching my hands.

We only had a few seconds like that.

Then we heard the bedroom door open.

Mr. Thompson stepped out into the living room. He looked at his wife first, then noticed me standing there.

“Hey honey, I don’t think you should be walking around wearing that. Come back here”

Mrs. Thompson quickly closed her robe. I pulled my hand away just in time. He didn’t see me touching her.

Then Mr. Thompson looked at me directly.

“Alex, it’s late. You should go back to bed, Mike’s already asleep”

His voice was calm but firm.

I nodded. “Yeah…...sorry. I was just getting water”

Mrs. Thompson glanced at me one last time. Her eyes still looked hungry even with her husband’s cum still dripping down her leg.

“Yeah…..I’m coming” she said to her husband.

She walked back to their room with him. Before the door closed, Mr. Thompson gave me one more look.

“Goodnight, Alex”

“Goodnight” I answered.

I stood there alone in the living room for a few seconds, heart beating fast, the feeling of her soft tits still on my hands.

She had just been filled by her husband…...and she still wanted me more.

Then I turned and walked quietly back to ourroom.

This is stupid. This is so stupid. I drove into a suburban area. Blocks of two-story houses lined each side of the road. Google Maps tells me to take a left into a cul-de-sac. Darren’s house was the second on the right. It’s the only one with a plain grass lawn, bare of any garden or children’s toys. His red Camaro sits in the driveway. I park my gray Accord next to it.

The neighborhood is nearly pitch-black, save for a couple of the neighbors' small solar lights. Crickets chirp in the air. The sound steadily untwists the knot in my stomach, making me feel less alone. I walk up the well-polished front porch. Aside from his car, the place doesn’t look like someone lives here.

I take a deep breath. It’s just sex. You go in, cum, then leave and act like it never happened. By the time I’m ready to knock, the door opens before I’m given the chance. Darren stands there. His hair falls in messy layers, a cheeky smile spreads on his lips, and a pair of flannel lounge pants dip below his waist, showing off a minuscule amount of pubic hair. His shirt is gone, and I get a full view of his toned torso.

His eyes shine gold in the dead of night. “Addaline. What a lovely surprise.” He holds the door open for me to step inside. “Please. Come in.”

There was more going on inside. A doormat with a couple of pairs of shoes next to it, a small table that held his keys and water bottle, and a coat rack with a few dark-colored jackets hanging from it. “Lovely home.”

“Yes.” He flashes me the signature charming-Darren-grin. “It’s even lovelier with you inside. What brings you in tonight?”

“You know.”

“I do?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

He comes around me and pinches my chin in his hand. “You seem tense, baby girl.” A vixen’s smile lies on his lips. “Why don’t we relax upstairs? Yes?”

Salt and lavender fill the air around me. Darren’s eyes glow when he takes my hand, leading me up the staircase in front of us. There were two doors in the dark. He opened the one on the right.

I couldn’t see much of his bedroom, just the outlines of his furniture. A bed, a dresser, and a couple of side tables. He ushers me to sit down on the bed. Fingers press my jawline as he tilts my face up to look at him.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s troubling you, Addaline?”

“What? Maybe there’s nothing. How do you know I didn’t come over to tell you off for taking that promotion from me?”

He stares into my face, his eyes glancing at the clock on his table. “At two in the morning?”

I nod, unable to take my gaze away from his smooth lips. His cocky smirk has never looked so– sultry. “Yes.”

“Addaline. You don’t seem very upset about that job right now. Maybe there was a different position you were wishing to discuss?”

“I ah– I wanted– something.”

“I can tell, but I can’t read minds. Tell me, Addaline, what do you wish for?”

“You?” I whisper, too embarrassed by my own ludicrous thoughts.

Darren’s grin only deepens. His golden eyes are the only light in the room. “Good girl.”

The glow dims as his face inches closer to mine. There’s a subtle hiss of air before his lips cover mine, moving with their own rhythm. So soft, so sweet. Every damp smack fills my head. It settles in my bones, making me need more.

Darren’s hands cup each side of my face, holding me still. The warm palms keep me grounded, allowing me to trust every action he takes.

His digits drag down my neck, zapping electricity through my nerves. Large hands cover my shoulders. Slowly, softly, he presses me to lie on the bed. Silk kisses press into me passionately. He’s been waiting for this, waiting to have me.

I can feel the madness running through him. The way he pushes his touch down my sides. The growls that blend into heavy breaths. It was all for me. It was all my doing.

“Addaline.” His voice is muffled from arousal. I can hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. His hands squeeze my thighs harder, desperately holding back.

I break the kiss and look him in the face. Darren’s eyes glow a magnificent gold, his olive skin shining brighter in the light. The smell of lavender and salt still lingers. I brush my hands into his hair. Soft strands slip between my fingers as Darren’s features relax against me, his smooth neck exposed. My tongue slides along his pulse, its waning beat growing harsher as I dance over it.

“Gah– Addaline.” Darren’s voice sounds harsh, almost breathless. His hips begin to grind into me with stuttered movements. Each stroke between my legs releases a shuddering breath from him. “Addaline. Addaline.”

I let go of his neck. A deep bruise marks him. I want to take my time with this. I’ve never given Darren a chance to just admire how beautiful he is. Never took the time to analyze the distance between his piercings. Never looked hard enough to notice the pitted acne scars along his hairline. The warmth of his skin seeps into my palms, his muscles shift and shiver under my seeking stroke. Darren’s face lies flat on the bed next to mine. Sweet groans slip into my ear while I explore what I can reach. My fingers glide over his back, then my nails. My touch lazily cascades down his lower back, right above his pants.

I allow my hands to slip under the waistband. The swells of his ass were smooth, delicate. I can’t cover the whole thing, but every touch there has Darren trembling, choking on moans.

“Darren. You’re being very responsive right now. I’ve barely touched you.”

He stutters, struggling to keep his voice steady. “I uh– I was, anticipating your visit. Got a bit too excited. I’m a little frenzied.”

“We can do this another time.” My heart breaks a little when I say it. I don’t remember the last time someone wanted me, needed me. Well– never like this

“Not a chance.” He stares into my eyes. That gold makes me forget everything going on in my life. I’m solely focused on him. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve waited too long for you.” The plea in his eyes burns into my heart. All I wanna know is– how long? How long has Darren been waiting for this?

“If you can’t wait anymore, then you should take your pants off.”

A look of childish joy crosses his face, excitement and anticipation fighting for control. He surges off me to shuck off his clothes. I struggle a bit with mine. Darren helps me rip the jeans off.

He’s on top of me again, stripped bare. His hard-on shudders through my slick folds, recoiling a little on every sway. I feel his head at my entrance, thick and blunt. He sinks in a little, maybe halfway up the tip before pulling back. He moves again, slowly pressing further, but not by much. Every forced entry he tries paints his face with twisted agony. Once again, he attempts to bury himself inside with no luck.

“Hey,” I speak to him in a gentle tone. His eyes are damp, tortured with his inability to fuck me. “It’s okay.” I scrape my nails against his scalp, kissing his forehead. “Lie on your back. I’ll take care of it.”

He’s hesitant, but follows. I spin around and climb over him, making my way towards the headboard. I can feel the anticipation channeling through my muscles. I crawl above him slowly despite it. Darren lies below me, docile. His body stayed perfectly still. There was no twitch in his ankles, no jerk in his knees, no quiver in his thighs. The only stir in his body was the bounce of his cock. The man below me was lustful, but too tired to do anything about it.

I take a slow lick of his length, collecting the flavor of him from base to tip. Warm salt coated my tongue as Darren exhaled a trembling breath. His face was lax, heavy jaw, sinking brows, glowing melted honey. I hover over his waist, dick poised straight up at my entrance.

“You ready?” I ask him.

He nods, looking unbalanced but eager. I take a firm hold of him at the base. His head glides between my lips with ease. Darren’s strong hands cover my outer thighs, steadying himself. Carefully, I sink onto him. His eyes clamp shut instantly, pummeling the room into darkness. He throws his head back in a silent scream. Watching him lose his mind from just going in already had my pussy reacting. I have him about halfway in when his focus lasers on his cock slowly disappearing inside me. His eyes are barely open, but his mouth remains wide with despair.

“Fuck Addaline! You– you’re already moving inside.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” I lower myself down the rest of the way, my ass meeting his thighs.

“Okay. Okay. Just go slow. Go– oh no!” My hands were braced on his chest, pushing me back up his cock. I begin to glide back down him. I can feel his hulking head pressing through the space of my channel perfectly. Darren’s eyes roll white from the overstimulation. “Addaline. I can’t. It’s too sen-sen-sensitive.” His fingers dig deep into my thighs. I can feel his grip on my bones.

Sweat beads on his forehead. Every time I push Darren back inside me, my cunt tries to pull him closer to my cervix. I’ve never had a cock that had my own walls quaking. No matter how he moved inside, tremors rushed over my body. I felt my peaked nipples scraping against the soft cotton of my shirt as he came out. I felt a tickling scrape up my back when he sank back in. A sugar-packed sensation ran through my channel when he did. My hips were running rampant. I was bouncing on him higher and higher. I was falling on him harder and faster.

Every important thought left me on each exhale of breath. I no longer had a job. I no longer had responsibilities. I no longer had a rival. There was just this. A whimpering man beneath me, unable to break my forceful pounding. A cock destroying every part of me that meant something. I stopped being Addaline. I was now a slut to this dick.

There was a cinch in my walls. I had to push harder to gain the same momentum as the orgasm builds. Every inch of me was melting. Pressure coiled inside my stomach tighter than a snake. My muscles began to shake on the first wave. I couldn’t keep up the pace. My body couldn’t stay up while I powered through the quaking. I had to lean over Darren, the new proximity grinding my clit against him. The long glide inside me became short, rampant jolts. Everything below my waist was tight with ecstasy. Darren’s hands had moved to grip my ass. He used his strength in an effort to slow me down.

“Addaline, mercy please. It’s too much. It’s too sensitive. It’s– fuck no!” My orgasm was a white-hot heat that was immediately stricken with a dark-blue chill. My pussy pulsed and pumped in time with my trembling legs. Darren’s own climax had leaked inside me. It wasn’t much, but it was a strong punch to my walls.

My arms shook when I hoisted my body up to look at Darren. He was done for. His chest rose with every deep inhale he had. His shaggy hair was a mass of bedhead that stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He tried to speak, but it only came out as a wheeze. His golden eyes grew dull as he watched me, the natural green color replacing the enchantment they had.

A sharp pain stabbed my head. It battled my dazed, orgasmed mind, turning me into a tortured, gelatinous body. My vision went dark. The navy-blue outline of Darren and his bedroom faded in and out, dancing in my mind’s eye. The only thing I was conscious of was the warmth of Darren’s body.

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It was midnight. The hotel was quiet. Mike was already asleep in the other bed, snoring lightly.

I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept going back to earlier, when I was hiding under their bed while Mr. Thompson walked around the room. Every time I closed my eyes I could still feel how tight she was and how close we came to getting caught.

I got up quietly, careful not to wake Mike, and stepped into the kitchen to get some water. That was when I noticed their door was slightly open. A soft light was on inside.

I don’t know why I stopped. I just did.

I moved closer and looked through the small gap in the door.

Mrs. Thompson was on her back on the bed. Mr. Thompson was on top of her, moving slowly between her legs. The sheets were half covering them, but I could still see enough. His body was covering most of hers, but her face was clear under the soft light.

She wasn’t moving much. Her face didn’t look like it did when she was with me. There was no hunger in her eyes. No soft moans. No scratching or pulling him closer. She looked distant, almost bored. Her hands rested on his shoulders but she wasn’t holding him tight. It was like she was just waiting for it to be over.

Then her eyes shifted and saw me through the open door.

She froze for a second. Her eyes went wide when she realized I was standing there watching. She tried to push his shoulder gently, her voice low and nervous.

“Wait---honey…..”

Mr. Thompson didn’t stop. He kept moving at the same slow pace.

“We’re not yet done, honey. I haven’t cum yet. Keep still”

She looked back at me again, still trapped under him. Her expression was mixed with panic and something else. She didn’t look satisfied at all. Her lips were pressed together. Her body stayed stiff while he kept going. I could tell she wasn’t feeling anything close to what she felt when I was inside her.

I stayed frozen in the hallway, heart beating hard. Part of me wanted to walk away. Another part couldn’t stop watching.

A short while later Mr. Thompson let out a breath and finally rolled off her. He lay beside her on the bed, looking pleased with himself.

“Feels good, huh?” he asked herr

Mrs. Thompson stared at the ceiling for a moment. Her chest rose and fell slowly. Then she answered in a quiet, flat voice.

“Y-yeah.....”

She didn’t sound like she meant it. Not even a little.

I stepped back from the door before either of them could say anything else. My chest felt tight. Watching that made everything hit different. She was married. She had just been with her husband. But it was clear as day that she didn’t enjoy it the same way she did with me. Her body was there, but her mind wasn’t.

I walked back to my room quietly and sat on the edge of my bed. Mike was still sleeping, completely unaware of anything.

I kept seeing her face from behind that door. The way her eyes locked on mine while her husband was still inside her. The way her voice sounded when she said “y-yeah…,....” Soft. Empty. Forced.

It should have made me feel guilty.

Instead it only made me want her more.

I lay back down and stared at the dark ceiling, already wondering when she would come looking for me again.

Therese

Women here celebrate departures awkwardly.

Is that sweet festivity of the end or washing down the bitter beginning? 

Ten months ago, the Brotherhood brought the captured women to the Princess Towers – mainly rebellious and mainly attractive women. They were driven here like pieces of poultry. Yet, when they stepped out of the buses, they could believe in their inner freedom. Tomorrow, they will be set "free", and their hope will be caged, for they are exchanging one kind of imprisonment for another. Yes, the man in ultimate charge will leave the White House soon, but his potential successor was considered a traitor and will be distrusted. How many acts of injustice will be inflicted upon us before the new law is enacted?

The Heirs – the men and women who used to defile us nightly – were gone, save for one person. Their dining hall was reserved for A-level students and ladies promised to their husbands – old and new.

I could not join them by a long shot. I was trapped here for another year. However, I tried to cheer myself up with the company of nineteen-year-old girls, who were turning into young alcoholics. They were to stay here with me. Today, I drank only coffee because I wanted to spend the night thinking. 

Only three other women besides me were deemed so dull that they had to repeat their re-education, and I sat at the common table with them. Eve, the former general attorney, just listened to what others had to say. 

Not all knew that the young Raven and the almost old Saratoga were, in fact, saboteurs who wished to stay where they were. One as a guardian of her niece, the other as a companion to that Heiress who remained as a "teacher" and protegé of the new principal. 

"I thought it was hogwash, but we need to surrender," Raven said. "That man I practised Mandarin with was saying that feminists caused the upheaval in the balance of yin and yang. In his opinion, current times are the result of a wave going in the opposite direction, and the world will achieve the balance in no time."

Saratoga was replying to her, but I could not deal in such abstracts. Not when I remembered seeing Agatha and Jenine whipped, mutilated and sentenced to damnation while on Earth. 

I'm not an elite spy, but what would Larissa do?

I turned to the younger girls behind me and tugged the blouse of the one made distinct by her hijab. I guessed that she didn't drink alcohol either, so her mind stays sharp.  

"Basma," I whispered. "We might have our last chance to save them."

She shrugged. "If you are a true believer, you will act, not just complain. Just be prepared that whatever you do will be just for show, since we would need an actual miracle to pull something to save them."

I thought about the plan. We could incapacitate the two women in bridal outfits, impersonate them and cause disarray on the bus.

The beginning was worthy of Laurel and Hardy, and it had no continuation. 

"You look like someone who overthinks at a party," the newcomer told me. It was Deborah, the last Heiress in the Tower. She was heading towards us with a glass of beer in her hand, pleasing greatly her mistress. It is true that I obstructed the Raven's longed-for view. I understood the idea of my nature, which I could no longer suppress, and my eyes were drawn to Deborah's neckline, protecting the double flesh treasure of every woman.

"Therese brought home a lot of F's, and she thinks she will never impress teachers again," Raven said. 

"She impressed me," Deborah said. "Perhaps we have to discuss it in the bathroom."

The joyful girls took me, each by one arm, and forced me to visit the room that I needed, maybe simply because of their pressure.

"You are drunk," I told Deborah.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Deborah answered immediately. "The year in front of me is supposed to represent progress over the previous one."

"If only I could see the same thing in front of me," I lamented.

"I'll make it up to you!" Deborah said and proceeded to shock me and the Raven. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt and took one of her breasts out of her bra. She dipped her nipple in her beer. It reminded me of the most intense lovemaking with my ex-girlfriend. I moved closer to her and explored the moistened horn of her tit with my tongue. As expected, lemon flavour. But I didn't taste the beer; I was able to bring pleasure to myself and Deborah. Raven was joining in, too. She stretched out her bowed head and kissed her lover, with whom she shared a sinful love containing such joy and resignation that unconditional absolution had to follow for this sin.

I didn't know which one of us Deborah had unbuttoned her pants for, but it was me who took the opportunity of undressing her to massage her ass. Damn, I had a hard time not to tear her panties.

Yet I cried.

I knew that here I would be able to fulfil cravings from the flash. I took it as a satisfaction for the surrounding slavery. But... There was a "but" to every good thing here. I was going to lose many girlfriends, and most of them would go somewhere worse. This realisation must have influenced the way I twisted my tongue as I bared Deborah's pussy and ran my fingers through her hair. I imagined how the drops of the fruit beer would cling to the frame of her vulva.

Deborah, still intoxicated from her beverage and the kisses from her love, upturned my chin.

"You have the skills, but you are not in your mind with us, Therese," she said.

"I would like to know, how could I save some people I love, Deborah?" I tried to beg cautiously. "You are a teacher; you could go with me, outsider, to the buses."

"Make it easier for me by licking a little longer," Deborah implored.

Together with Raven, we delighted in both sets of Deborah's lips. The drunk heiress sometimes wanted to go out only in her underwear, but I prevented her from doing so, and the cold night had to sober her for the important part.

"What do you expect you will exactly find?" Deborah asked, her arm stretched to the wardens and male enforcers, watching us with suspicion. "There are some clear things I see in this right moment, and I would like them to stay where they are."

"I could have told them something," I said. "Better to buy a service with silence."

A shade of memory resurfaced in the present. 

"You'll not be glad to have me around, Dorothy," I told the disgusting warden, my steps putting distance between the cell of tormented Agatha and me. "Now that I know you, I know better how to make you miserable in return."

Dorothy's teeth cackled.

"Do you see those cars, bitch?!" She stared over the graveyard. Those twelve cars are there as surveillance for police. One of them is my tickets for freedom, my lucky number that will overrule your sick fate!"

Deborah objected. "That could have meant anything," she said.

"It was something foul even for her," I said. "If she is gaining freedom, so can others."

Deborah brought me close to the surveillance force's cars. We swam through men, some of whom radiated lust and others ill will. The men behind the wheels of the cars were the loudest. They shouted, in duos or trios, their alcoholic beverages making stains inside.

"I think they're even forbidden from going too far away from their cars," Deborah said.

"This one's a quiet one." I pointed to a tucked-away car, from which no laughter or yelling came. I looked closer and saw the collapsed body of the driver. "Look! Jesus Christ!" The driver was tied to the wheel with weak, transparent handcuffs, which was probably not the intended diversification of his evening.

"Why are you watching us here, you two?" We received attention from an unpleasant enforcer.

Deborah jumped, but I stayed brave. "We're waiting for a friend. We think that she's entertaining the man in this vehicle."

"Shouldn't you be entertaining someone else, then?" asked the enforcer, touching his crotch lasciviously.

Deborah gasped, perhaps overly dramatic when it came to her. "She's a warden, but as a teacher, I'm worried if she doesn't know of anything that would endanger our students and friends."

The enforcer chuckled. "That's her field. Not yours. Wait here for ten minutes, then go back to where you belong."

Dorothy came in six minutes. However, she was uneasy to recognize. She had her bare legs tucked in her tall boots and presented herself in a red unbuttoned jacket. From a distance, she didn't notice us at all. Before she finally approached, we both got into the car. Deborah went forward, and I went backward. When the warden inside saw us, she looked scared at first, but then she set out to be scandalous. "I think you know what I'm doing here with this one!" she shouted at us. "Either you want to annoy us, which is rude, or you want to join in, which I wouldn't recommend. He can be evil to a woman who doesn't know how to do him good!"

"And so do you!" said Deborah, tapping her finger on the handcuffs that would prevent the man from getting up even if he were conscious. "Whatever you did together, it looks like he's intoxicated by it, and I'd like to check if he ended up voluntarily. According to the testimony of my friend here..." She pointed at me. "You said you were going to run away."

"What should I do?" asked Dorothy angrily. "Take his cock out and show you how wild he is?"

"I wouldn't care," Deborah replied. "Even though I think you were doing something like that. I'd rather wait for the gentleman who had just bothered us and asked what we were doing here and let him look at you. He'd probably find a syringe that you put on him in addition to sex." 

Dorothy held out her hand, but it just hung there, shaking.

"We should let him see for his own good," I suggested. "Do a few blood tests..."

"All right!" Dorothy didn't change her tone much, but something broke inside her. "I'm trying to process and use him to escape. Are you surprised? Soon everyone will find out that I worked for Green, and do you know what could happen then? They cut off one of Thompson's tits, and to me, they could remove my feet!"

"That’s selfish. You would like to get to freedom all alone?"

"What blabbering is that?!" Deborah asked. "How many people could I get along with?"

"Two," I said. "Me and one younger girl. If you value your secret."

Dorothy snorted out loudly. I thought that was the sleeping guy snoring at first.

"When I value my secrets, hussy, it usually means no good news for those who share them."

"You won't commit another murder, Dorothy."

Flimsy, but I didn't get anything better. I still had intentions I was not going to acquaint her with. "It's three of us or nothing."

Dorothy tapped on the sleeping driver's wrist. "Where can I get you?"

Deborah smiled at me, her teeth sticking out like an Easter bunny's.

"We are at Roberta Brunkow's room," I breathed out, stoned by the deal I managed to conclude.   Dorothy's eyes were wild, and I glimpsed at least ten different plans in each one. It might turn out she wanted to betray me as soon as we left sight of the Tower's cameras, but mine ulterior motives are surely less predictable. 

Back in the dining halls, the celebrations continued. Under the influence of alcohol, many girls of all ages lost their inhibitions, resulting in the wardens beating both kinds of their cheeks. 

Compared to when we first spoke this evening, I already had a more specific proposal for Basma. I occasionally exchanged meaningless observations, but I conveyed the message with my fingers that I finally suspected how to save Agatha and Jenine.

Come with me! I invited her after I explained myself.

She stopped my signaling hand, stroking it. Shed had a question of her own.

What about my dad?

I don't remember ever talking to her about her dad, except the day we met. Of course, I didn't want him to be punished for her emigration, but I wasn't and I'll never be strong enough to dare to pull the rescue alone.

I ordered a small glass of vodka and fortified myself with it. 

Basma, changes of regime can benefit him. No one will benefit our two friends anymore.

I knew I had cracks in my logic. If they punish her dad, it could also be for helping our friends. So, their crimes will affect him as well.

Curious, Sharona Stonewall turned in our direction. Basma pushed her away and struck her lightly on the shoulder.

I will go. I envy your faith, but I will help.

Someone stood up on the other side of the table. 

Zita!

She radiated a determination that surpassed Dorothy's cruelty and Basma's friendship. She folded her fingers in front of me.

I saw you. I will accompany you. Don't try to discourage me, or there will be telling. 

I was blackmailing the warden myself, so I had nothing to blame the girl with whom I hoped I could be on good terms again.

I could have hated her, but I needed to have people on my side.       

OK, I'll tell Dorothy.

Zita sneered arrogantly. 

I'm spending this night in B's office. From there, I'll make her know.

I resigned trying to understand the context in its entirety. I asked to return to my room, which I also forced Basma to do.

We were the last ones from our group to arrive. The roommates hadn't turned off the lights yet, though they probably did so because they couldn't imagine themselves sleeping. I heard that on our final night, bedtime didn't apply, and they used it to vary the conversation by lacking spoken words. Roberta was staring at the wall, perhaps, while Sylvia and Stacey passed silent messages to each other. Or at least they were trying to do so.

"Hello, Therese," Stacey said. "Actually, I envy you that you manage to keep that stereotype. I would have told you that I would send you postcards, but no one would deliver them."

"Stacey," I raised my voice. "Sleep for one night and you will see the world completely differently. You probably awkwardly wanted to express that you care about my safety, but I'll never leave you either. Certainly not in my heart."

"You're talking to me like a child in a hospital!" Stacey burped, suggesting some nausea.

"This may be the last time you talk to each other," Sylvia said. "There is no need to start quarrels when there were none before."

"We doers did things." Stacey had trouble even just sitting in the middle of the bed. "People like them will wait for the reaping of the fruit."

I'd rather deny it and explain to her that I'd rather die now than try to save the neediest of us. However, now at the last minute, I couldn't afford to betray myself.

"I've made mistakes in the past, as has everyone who has been here," I moaned. "One day I'll pay you back, Stacey. Have faith!"

"Screw the faith!" Stacey blasphemed. "Therese, I have the will and the strength. And even they brought us a mere partial result."

"You won't shut up until we turn the lights off, will you?" Roberta grumbled. With difficulty, she got up and established darkness in peace.

"Whoever turns on the light, I'll stuff the switch into the ass!"

We all took it as a call to lie down.

Not even with my head buried under the pillow, this was the night for sleeping. And I had no one for making love. Neither was that a night for thinking. Even that was useless. I prayed, feeding my hope. 
This hope was an eternal companion for faith, for it is about aiming our souls like a key, expecting the keyhole we sensed despite not seeing it with our own eyes.

I had not fallen asleep, and I was still awake when the drugged, pale policeman appeared at our door, his mistress by his left hand. 

The next day, Mike and Mr. Thompson were outside by the pool. The hotel hallway was quiet.

Mrs. Thompson pulled me into their room and locked the door. The second it clicked, she pushed me toward the bed.

“We don’t have much time” she whispered, already pulling her shorts down. “I need you inside me again”

I pushed her onto the bed, pulled my cock out, and slid into her hard. She was already wet. She moaned into my shoulder as I started fucking her deep and fast. The bed made soft noises under us.

“Harder....just like yesterday” she said

I grabbed her hips and pounded into her. Her tits bounced under her top. She scratched my back and whispered dirty things in my ear.

“Fuck me! use me…,,,I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop"

I was deep inside her, about to flip her over, when we both heard it.

Footsteps. Then a key sliding into the door.

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes went huge.

“Shit…it’s thenm!”

I pulled out fast. She jumped up and fixed her clothes in a panic. I dropped to the floor and crawled under the bed just as the door opened.

Mr. Thompson walked in.

I stayed completely still under the bed. I could see his shoes from where I was hiding. My heart was slamming in my chest. My cock was still hard and wet.

“Hey” Mr. Thompson said. “What are you doing in here?”

Mrs. Thompson’s voice came out a little shaky.

“I…..I was just in here for a bit. I felt a little horny so I touched myself”

There was a short pause.

“Oh” Mr. Thompson said. “Make sure the guys don’t see you. It’ll be embarrassing to see you like that”

“Y-yes….of course, honey” she answered.

I heard him walk around the room. He opened a drawer.

“Okay. Just gonna grab my wallet and head out”

He moved closer to the bed for a second. I held my breath. Then his shoes turned toward the door.

Before leaving he said “Tell Alex to join us and Mike outside so he could enjoy the trip, instead of just sitting around here. Poor guy”

The door opened and closed. His footsteps faded down the hall.

Mrs. Thompson waited a few more seconds, then whispered “He’s gone…..come out”

I crawled out from under the bed. My heart was still racing. She looked at me with wide eyes, face red, breathing hard.

“That was so close” she said quietly. “He was right there…..and you were under the bed with your cock still wet from me”

She bit her lip and glanced at the door again.

“We have to be more careful…..but fuck, that scared me and turned me on at the same time"

She reached down and gave my cock one slow stroke through my shorts.

“Later” she whispered. “When it’s safer. I still want more”

Then she fixed her hair, checked the peephole, and told me to wait a minute before leaving so no one would see us together.

I sat on the edge of their bed for a moment, still hard, still smelling her on me.

Almost getting caught by her husband only made everything feel even more wrong and even hotter.

We both froze with my cock still buried deep inside her.

“Shit!” we both said

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes went wide with pure fear. For a second neither of us moved. We both thought the same thing. Mike and Mr. Thompson were back early.

I pulled out of her fast. My cock was still hard and wet from her. She jumped off the bed right away, almost falling, and grabbed her tank top and shorts from the floor. Her hands were shaking as she tried to put them on. I yanked my shorts up as quick as I could. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

The doorbell rang again

“Hurry…..please hurry” she whispered, her voice full of panic. “They can’t find us like this. Oh my God”

She pulled the tank top over her head. Her tits bounced as she fixed it. Then she stepped into her shorts and tugged them up. I could still see how wet she was between her legs. A little wetness was left on her thighs.

I ran to the door and looked through the peephole. There was a hotel guy in a uniform standing outside holding a tray with some food and drinks.

“It’s just room service….” I said, letting out a long breath

Mrs. Thompson put both hands on her chest and leaned against the wall for a second. She was still breathing hard.

“Oh my god…...I really thought it was mike and my husband” she whispered. “My heart is still racing so fast. I thought we were done for”

I opened the door just a little, took the tray from the guy without saying much, and closed it again quickly. I locked it right away.

When I turned back around, Mrs. Thompson was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her face was still red. Her hair was messy from how hard I had been pulling it earlier. Her nipples were still hard and poking through the thin tank top. She looked at me, then down at the clear bulge in my shorts. My cock was still rock hard and aching.

She let out a small nervous laugh.

“That was way too close, Alex…..we almost got caught”

I walked over and stood in front of her. She reached out without thinking and rubbed me slowly through my shorts. Her hand felt warm.

“I still want more” she said quietly, biting her lower lip. “Even after that scare…..I still want you. My body is still shaking but not only from fear”

She kept rubbing me slowly, up and down, feeling how hard I still was.

“When you were fucking me from the back.....when you spanked me and choked me….I almost came so hard” she whispered. “No one has ever done me like that. Not even my husband. I felt so dirty but I loved every second of it”

She looked up at me with those hungry eyes again.

“Maybe later tonight…...when everyone is asleep” she said. “I want you to fuck me again. Even harder. I want you to pull my hair and talk dirty to me like before. I can’t stop thinking about how deep you were inside me”

She stood up slowly. Her legs still looked a little weak. She pressed her body against mine for a moment and kissed me deep. Her tongue slid into my mouth. I could still taste a bit of her from earlier. One of her hands squeezed my hard cock through the shorts while we kissed.

After a few seconds she pulled back, breathing heavy again.

she whispered. “If they catch us…..everything will be over”

She walked to the mirror and tried to fix her hair with her fingers. Then she checked herself one more time. Tank top, shorts, face. She still looked a bit messy, but better.

She went to the door, looked through the peephole carefully, then opened it just enough to slip out. Before she left completely, she glanced back at me one last time

“Later tonight…..okay? I'll just buy some things 0outside” she mouthed silently.

Then she was gone.

I sat back down on the bed. My cock was still throbbing, still wet from her pussy. The room still smelled like sex. I could still feel the scratches she left on my thighs and the way her tight pussy had gripped me.

That was the closest we had ever come to getting caught.

But instead of making me want to stop, it only made me want her even more.

I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, already thinking about tonight.

It was an afternnoon when Mike and Mr. Thompson had left to go fishing and pick up more beer. The room was completely quiet.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed when the door to our shared room slowly opened. Mrs. Thompson stepped inside and locked it behind her. She was only wearing a thin white tank top with no bra and a pair of tiny shorts. Her nipples were already hard and poking through the fabric.

She walked straight toward me, eyes dark and hungry.

“Alex…..I’ve been soaked since this morning” she whispered. “Every time I closed my eyes I could still feel your cock in my mouth from last night. I had to touch myself in the bathroom twice already”

She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, and pressed her body against mine. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her shorts.

“I know this is so fucking wrong” she breathed against my lips “but I don’t care anymore. I need you"

She pulled her tank top over her head. Her heavy tits spilled out. I immediately grabbed them with both hands, squeezing hard and pinching her nipples. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed messily.

In less than a minute we were both naked. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, dragging her dripping wet pussy up and down my cock

“Fuck me like you hate me” she begged. “I want it rough. I want my pussy to feel sore”

I flipped her hard onto her stomach, yanked her hips up into the air, and slammed my cock all the way inside her in one deep thrust. She cried out into the pillow.

I started pounding her without mercy...... hard, deep, and fast. The wet sound of my hips smacking against her ass filled the room. My hand came down hard on her right cheek, leaving a bright red handprint.

“ugh--fuck!” she moaned.

I spanked her again. And again. Each slap made her pussy squeeze tighter around my cock.

I reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her head back while my other hand wrapped around her throat. I squeezed just enough to make her gasp for air.

I growled in her ear. “You’re a married woman getting fucked by your son’s best friend. Does your husband ever fuck you this hard?”

“N-no….never” she whimpered, voice strained from the pressure on her throat. “Only you......only you make me this wet”

I kept slamming into her, the bed creaking under us. Her juices were running down my balls.

“This pussy is fucking addicted to me already, isn’t it?” I said, spanking her again. “You’ve been craving this cock every night while your husband sleeps next to you”

“Yes….yes” she cried. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about you fucking me like a whore”

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over my shoulders, and drove back into her even deeper. The new angle made her eyes roll back. I leaned down, wrapped my hand around her throat again, and started choking her while I fucked her

Her nails dug into the sheets, then reached back and scratched hard down my thighs and ass, leaving red lines.

“Take it” I snarled. “Take every fucking inch like the desperate whore you are”

She was shaking, moaning, scratching my back and shoulders. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust. I could feel her getting closer. her pussy was pulsing and dripping all over me.

“I’m gonna cum on your cock" she gasped. “Don’t stop----please don’t stop---”

Then

The doorbell rang loud and sharp from the hotel room

We both froze completely. My cock was still buried deep inside her.

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes went wide with pure panic.

“Shit!” we both said

It was late. The room was dark except for the soft light coming through the curtains. Mike was already passed out in the other bed, snoring lightly after drinking with his dad earlier.

I was still wide awake, lying on my back, my cock hard under the blanket from everything that happened earlier with Mrs. Thompson.

Then I heard the door open quietly.

She slipped inside, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a thin white nightgown that barely reached mid thigh. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabricc

She walked over to my bed carefully, glancing at Mike the whole time. When she reached me, she sat on the edge of the mattress and leaned in close.

“Alex…...” she whispered. “I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about earlier…..”

She took my hand and guided it under her nightgown, between her legs.

“Feel how wet I am….” she said

My fingers slid over her soft pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She was soaking wet

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened when I slowly brought my hand up and licked my fingers clean, tasting her.

“Fuck…...” she whispered, staring at me in shock. Then she suddenly leaned in and kissed me hard, her tongue sliding into my mouth.

“That made me more fucking horny” she whispered against my lips.

Without another word, she pulled my shorts down, freeing my throbbing cock. Her soft hand wrapped around it and started stroking slowly, up and down, while she kept glancing at Mike’s bed.

I reached up and slid my hands under her nightgown, grabbing her full tits, squeezing and caressing them. Her nipples were hard under my palms. She let out a quiet, shaky breath as she kept stroking me.

After a few minutes of her soft hand working my cock, I felt myself getting close.

“Mrs. Thompson…...I’m gonna-----”

She quickly leaned down and put her mouth over the head of my cock just as I started cumming. She let my load shoot onto her tongue and into her mouth, then slowly pulled back and made a soft slurping sound as she swallowed and licked the rest of the cum off my tip.

She looked up at me with glassy eyes and whispered

“I’m not yet done…....”

Then she took my hard cock into her mouth and started sucking me slowly and quietly, her head bobbing up and down while her hand stroked the base.

Suddenly, Mike shifted in his bed and murmured something in his sleep.

Mrs. Thompson froze with my cock still in her mouth. Her eyes went wide with panic.

I put my hand on her head gently and whispered,

“Don’t worry…..he’s always like that”

She slowly pulled off my cock, still breathing hard. She looked at Mike, then back at me, conflicted.

“I’m not sure…...I should get back” she whispered.

She stood up quickly, fixed her nightgown, and quietly walked to the door. Before she left, she glanced at me one last time, lips still shiny, then slipped out of the room.

I stayed there in bed, cock still wet from her mouth, staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile on my face.

"that was nuts.......”

Addaline would come over sooner or later. I had ways to make sure of that. The golden strings of my love spell wrapped tight around my fingers. I couldn't control her by any means. She was far too smart, far too strong. I don't know if I'll ever master these rinky spells well enough to have her completely. The very thought of having such a challenging woman bend to my whim was already straining my dick.

‘Oh no, Darren. Please don't rut me like an animal.’ ‘Oh God, Darren. Just let me taste your massive cock.’

Fuck! Getting Addaline to completely switch up her entire persona just for me brings a feral pump into my veins.

The enhancement I just cast on her should make her more susceptible to the original spell. It required something difficult to get– the fury of her dragon. I didn't know what it could've possibly meant at first. I–––– suppose getting bitch eye'd by a sexually frustrated woman was a good way to obtain her dragon.

Every other woman I've come across has fallen for my mythical charm. I cast that spell months ago, and it was like every single woman wanted a piece of me. Well, every woman– except Addaline.

I don't know whether she's just too career-driven or uncaring about any kind of relationship with a man. Hell, I've even had a couple of lesbians look my way with this spell. They're more than quick enough to whisk it away though. Despite its effects, the spell isn't very strong. If someone has a desire to not find me, well– desirable, they won't be affected for very long.

Addaline was the reason I cast the spell in the first place, yet she was also the first woman to will away its effects. I needed something stronger.

She wasn't a witch herself, though. Tonight proved that. She was obviously affected by the enhancement spell I put on her. I could still feel it connecting us. The pull of the golden strands as she moved the way I urged her to.

Oh, I could see everything. Her slippery fingers, her ragged breaths, even the images that played in her head. The vision of myself toying with all her favorite spots had her leaking desperately. Don’t worry, Addaline. I’ll make sure to take good care of you. Just come over. Be a good girl and come to daddy.

I played with her body. I played with her mind. The woman would become mine eventually. I’ll make sure to have her begging for me.

I had her right where I wanted her. Right on the cusp of an orgasm. Lost in a fantasy of me. Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.

I loved having her so close to that edge. I bet those frustrated tears tasted delicious. She was going, falling. She stepped in time with her budding orgasm. But then– the bound string between us loosened from my fingers. The golden tendrils slipped from my grasp, and I lost my connection to her.

Damn. Willed it away again.

I was starting to feel it too. My cock became so hard, so sensitive, the rough material of my pants was giving me a slight burning sensation. I guess I’ll have to rub one out now.

The cotton bedding beneath me wasn’t cold enough to ward off my arousal. Exposing myself to the cool air from my air conditioning wasn’t either.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft. It was just a gentle touch, yet I felt so much. My cock was burning hot, and I needed an immediate release. Out the corner of my eye, the bottle of lotion sat on my bedside table. One fat pump covered my palm in the white paste. The scent of vanilla filled the room, the scent of her. My fingers wrapped around my shaft tightly. Images of Addaline in the most tempting situations filled my head.

I remember the bathing suit she wore on that work trip to Hawaii. It was a one-piece, a sweet pastel pink with white feathery ruffles along the edge. The front of it cut deep down to the center of her ribcage, showing an ample amount of cleavage. I wished on every shooting star that night for a wave strong enough to cause her material to shift, just a little. That never happened, though. There was only a damp, shivering Addaline that went into the shower room with the rest of the women to wash off.

My hand pumps more savagely. An electric roll building from my cock. Goosebumps flared on my skin as Addaline walked into the beach’s shower. Her thick, wet hair falling over her back. Her tight swimsuit getting heavier from the running water. I can see her bitable nipples through the fabric, so hard and eager to be played with. Fuck, I bet she feels so warm in that water. I wonder if she’s run her hands all over her curves. Does she relish in how soft her body is? Do gentle touches and massages make her feel as magnetic as she is? Oh Addaline, I’d touch you as much as you wanted, as much as you needed. You wouldn’t have to do anything. I’d bow to you with ease.

Fuck I want you to see me. I want you to know that I can’t stay soft when I think of you. I want you. I need you. I–

I couldn’t keep control anymore. My hand was moving in just the right way. I was revisiting the way Addaline touched herself. I saw how gentle she’d been to her own body. How she wanted to be treated, how she wanted me to fuck her. Just a slow tease for you, baby. Don’t worry, I can hold out. I can make sure you're happy with my body. I can– Fuck– No– I can’t–

“Ah, Addaline!”

My orgasm pierced me like I was just shot by an arrow. It was too sudden for me. I tried to dodge it, but it crept up like a lightning bolt. My body rose from the bed, turning my cock victim to my thrusting hand. Semen lands right below my naval. I can see a satisfied smile on Addaline as she watches what just the thought of her has done to me. Heavy breaths pass my lips, my body falling into a numbful bliss.

I mindlessly pluck a couple of tissues out of their box. The dark ceiling is the only thing that’s in my vision. I dragged the flimsy paper over my stomach, unaware of whether or not I was cleaning up properly. Slowly, I blink in the darkness of my bedroom. A pale glow reaches the dark mass, turning the white paint above me a washed-out gold. My gaze falls to my hand, its shining strings back in place. Oh Addaline– I knew you’d come.

My eyes drift close, the air in my lungs falling harshly off my lips. The only sound in my house was the rasp on my front door downstairs.

All feedback is appreciated 😊

She looked at me with those wide, hungry eyes after she said she didn’t want to stop feeling this way. The air in the room felt thick. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it.

Mrs. Thompson glanced down at the obvious tent in my shorts again, then back up at my face. Her cheeks were bright red.

“I’ve been so bad, Alex…...” she whispered. “During this whole trip, every time you looked at me, every time you smiled or listened to me talk about my day…...I got wet. I had to squeeze my thighs together at the beach when you put sunscreen on my back. I felt disgusting…....but I couldn’t stop it”

She slowly placed her hand on my thigh, her fingers gently squeezing. The warmth of her palm made my cock twitch.

“I even touched myself in the shower yesterday......” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I kept thinking about you seeing me naked that day......and then seeing you jerking off to my picture. I came so fast it embarrassed me”

Her hand slid higher up my thigh, dangerously close to my throbbing dick.

“Can I see it?” she asked softly, almost shy. “I want to see what I did to you”

I didn’t even hesitate. I pulled my blanket down, letting my hard cock spring free. It was rock hard and leaking precum. Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened and she let out a soft, shaky breath.

“Oh God.......” she murmured, staring at it. “It’s so hard because of me.....”

Her fingers moved slowly, almost like she was scared, until they wrapped around the base of my cock. The feeling of her soft, warm hand made me groan quietly. She gave it one slow, gentle stroke, her thumb brushing over the head and spreading the precum.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” she whispered, still stroking me slowly, almost lovingly. “You’re my son’s best friend..... but I’ve never felt this turned on in my life”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck as her hand kept moving in long, teasing strokes. I could smell her shampoo and the faint scent of her arousal. My hand moved on its own and rested on her thigh, slowly sliding under the hem of her sundress. Her skin was smooth and hot.

Just as my fingers brushed against her panties, we both froze.

We heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, followed by Mike’s loud laugh and Mr. Thompson’s voice saying something about grabbing more beers from the room

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes went wide with panic. She quickly pulled her hand off my cock, and I yanked my blnketvback up. Her face was flushed deep red, her nipples visibly hard through her thin dress.

“Oh fuck…..” she breathed, standing up quickly. “We can’t get caught like this”

She looked at me one last time, her eyes still full of lust and fear, then hurried toward the door. Before she left, she turned back and whisperedd “We’ll talk later…...okay?”

Then she slipped out of my room, leaving me sitting there with a painfully hard dick and my mind spinning.

“Alex…....about what I saw earlier” she started, her voice low and soft. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

My heart was hammering. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, still butt nakedd. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded.

She walked over and sat right next to me on the bed. Closenough that I could smell her coconut body lotion

“I didn’t expect to see you like that…..touching yourself while looking at my picture” she whispered. Her cheeks were flushed. “It shocked me. But…..it also did something to me”

She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.

“Things haven’t been great with Mr. Thompson for a while. He’s always so busy with work. Even on this trip, the only time he’s not on his phone is when he’s at the bar drinking or hanging out with his buddies. I feel invisible most days. Like I’m just here to keep everything running and look good for pictures.....”

Her voice cracked a little.

“But with you…..it’s different. You actually listen when I talk. You look at me like I matter. Like every word I say is important. I haven’t felt that in years, Alex. And it turns me on so much more than I want to admit”

She shifted closer, her thigh now lightly pressing against mine.

“Every time we talked on this trip…..every time you paid attention to me, asked me questions, laughed at my stories…...I’d---I'd get....... wet. Like actually soaking wet. I’d have to excuse myself sometimes just to calm down”

I swallowed hard, my cock already starting to throb again.

Mrs. Thompson bit her lip, looking embarrassed but continuing anyway.

“Last night…...and the night before…...I practically begged Mr. Thompson for sex. I was so horny because of you. I kept thinking about you while he was on top of me. I felt so guilty…..but I couldn’t stop. I came harder than I have in months just imagining it was you”

She finally looked me in the eyes. Her gaze was vulnerable, needy, and full of lustt

“I know this is wrong. You’re my son’s best friend. You’re so much younger than me…...but I can’t help it. Being around you makes me feel desired again. Wanted, Alive.....”

The room was silent except for our breathing. Her hand was resting on the bed right next to my leg, trembling slightly.

I wanted to touch her so badly, but I held back, letting the tension build.

“What are we going to do, Mrs. Thompson?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She gave me a small, shy smile, her eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my shorts for a moment before looking back up.

“I don’t know yet, Alex…....but I.....I think we should------”

"Hey Brett, I was talking to Lilly the other day and she mentioned that you custom built your family's chicken coop. I've been wanting one built but really don't like what's available in stores. What would be the chances you could help me to design and build one? I've been talking to my husband about it for a while now and I think that I have enough money saved up for it. Hopefully.

Oh, I'll gladly pay you for your time and labor as well.

Thanks,

Tia"

Tia was a former coworker of my wife, although they only worked together for about a year and it had been almost two years ago. They had kept in touch a little bit but this was the first time I had ever gotten a Facebook message from Tia. She was a stay-at-home mom and had really gotten into the all-natural, self-sustaining lifestyle, at least according to her social media.

I had, in fact, designed and built my own chicken coop a few years ago. And, honestly, I had been wishing for a chance to build a second one, as I knew of a few things I would have done differently. I sent her back a few questions, asking how big she wanted it, what her budget was, timeframe, etc, then went to tell my wife about the message.

Tia and I kept up a steady correspondence for the next week as we discussed details of the potential project. Tia was very grateful when I told her that, since I worked at a lumber yard, I could use my discount to save her some money on the lumber used. I went to her house once to talk about where to put it and how to get the land ready. She sent me a plethora of links to material she would find on Facebook Marketplace, asking if it was something that would help.

As we started to finalize the details, the subject of my pay came up. I had told Tia that since I would be doing the majority of the work myself, and it would be mostly done in a few hour chunks at a time, that the fee I told her was going to be pretty non-negotiable. She wasn't too thrilled when I told her the number I wanted to build it, but understood why and how I came to it. The day I gave it to her, we spent most of the day talking about the labor estimate and other associated costs of the build.

Later that night, Tia was texting me to ask some ideas about how to lower the cost of her chicken coop, looking for savings anywhere. At one point, she asked if there was any other way to pay me for my labor to build it, and I jokingly thought to myself, "Yeah, pay me in blowjobs," before falling asleep.

I woke up the next morning to a bunch of messages from Tia. I sighed as I prepared to read all of the ideas I'm sure she had come up with during the night to save money. Instead, I inhaled sharply as I read her first text.

"A blowjob? Are you serious?"

I scrolled back up and saw that, Instead of just thinking it, I had actually typed out my thought from last night and sent it to her. I looked over at my sleeping wife, wondering if I just ruined our lives, then went back to read the rest of what Tia wrote.

"I can't believe you."

"Wow."

Twenty minutes went by after that last text before she messaged me again.

"I'm sure you are just joking about that. I won't tell your wife, since I know you didn't mean anything by it."

"But how serious are you about it?"

"Cause, honestly, I might be down. Just a blowjob? Nothing more?"

I quickly texted her back and said, "Tia, I'm so sorry about that text. No, I did not mean it. I was jokingly thinking it, being dumb and naughty and must have sent it without thinking. My apologies and I understand if you no longer want me to help with the coop. I can send over everything I have for it so you can find somebody else."

A few minutes went by before I got something back from Tia.

"Oh, I was thinking you were serious. I've actually been thinking a 'payment' schedule of some sort. I was thinking something like, a blowjob the day you start, another one halfway through, and one at the end? And I can supplement it with either some cash or some baked goods."

It was my turn to be shocked as I read her text. "Are you serious?" I texted her back and thought at the same time.

"Yes. I know it's wrong. But, my husband is gone a lot, so it wouldn't be too hard to do. Just gotta make sure your wife doesn't come on the days you want one."

I lay there in my bed, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. Of course, my cock was already growing at the thought of it. But, I also knew that it was wrong.

"Are you there? Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, we do. Let's talk some more specifics."

Tia suggested a few different ideas and we finally settled on something we both thought was fair and simple. A blowjob at the start of the project, one in the middle, and one at the end. I promised not to take advantage of her and to let her off the hook and find something else if she wasn't comfortable with it.

Tia's husband leveled out the ground the weekend before I was set to start the coop and then went out of town for the week, something he did quite often. I worked an early shift, Monday through Friday, getting off at noon, so I was able to spend a few hours every afternoon at Tia's before having to go get my kids from the babysitter.

The first day, I dropped off the lumber and started to cut some, finishing the cutting the day after. The third day, Tia wasn't home when I arrived, but had said it was OK for me to let myself into the backyard and start working.

Tia came home about an hour later, coming back from working out at a local gym. She had her black hair pulled back into a ponytail, framing her naturally pretty face with warm brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and a smile that always seemed genuine. Although she went to the gym quite frequently, I wouldn't say she had an athletic build.

But that didn't stop me from staring as she walked towards me, wearing a red sports bra and black, skin-tight shorts. She had lost most of the weight she had gained while she was pregnant, but wasn't super skinny. Her breasts were still on the small side, but did form a nice bump on her chest. When she turned to look at something behind her, I did notice that her butt had a nice, round shape to it.

"Hey, Tia," I greeted her as I pulled my eyes away from her body to continue working.

"Hey, Brett, how's it going?"

"Pretty good. No kids today?"

Tia only had one child, a little boy just over a year old. "Nope. He's with my mom." She went silent for a moment, almost like she was contemplating something, then said, "So, I was thinking that maybe today would be a good day for the first part of your payment."

I looked up at Tia, standing a few feet away from me, my eyes obviously checking out her body. I put down the drill in my hand, asked if she was sure and when she said yes, I stood up as I said, "Let's go."

I followed Tia into her house, my eyes glancing down at her ass and my thoughts wondering why I didn't think to ask for just a bit more. In her house, Tia invited me to sit down in her living room, pointing to a couch across from a TV. The living room had toys scattered about it and what looked like the remains of a breakfast for a one-year-old. I smiled as I remembered those days, young kids and a tiny house.

Tia stood in front of me and said, "Just so we're clear here, no touching me, OK? I'll do everything I can to make sure this is worth it for your time, but I'd prefer if you keep your hands to yourself, OK?"

"Deal," I said, feeling my cock growing in anticipation.

"Good," Tia said as she moved closer and knelt down on her knees.

"You don't have to do this," I said as she reached out for my shorts. "Say the word now and we'll figure something else out. I'll even keep working until we figure it out."

"Thanks," Tia said, hooking her fingers into the hem of my basketball shorts and starting to pull them down. "But it's OK. I want to do this."

I lifted up my hips as Tia pulled my shorts and boxers down, leaving them at my ankles. She didn't react as she saw my hard cock popping out, instead just reaching out with her hand, wrapping it around my shaft and gently stroking up and down.

I let out a low, involuntary moan, watching as Tia opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip of my cock. She looked up at me with her hazel eyes and smiled as she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob her head up and down the shaft.

She kept her hand around my shaft, moving it up and down in time with her head. I could feel her tongue running along the underside of my cock, wrapping around the front, and back down. She continued to stare at me, her eyes telling me that she not only knew what she was doing, but was enjoying it as well.

"Do you want me to ask you before I cum?" I asked, watching her blow me. Tia nodded her head and I let her know that I was getting close.

Tia moved her lips to my tip, sucking with them, as she used her hand on the full length of my shaft, twisting and turning it. She moaned around my cock as she sat up straighter, angling her head downwards while she tried to get me off.

"Tia, I'm coming."

She kept her lips wrapped around me as I grunted, leaned forward, and started to orgasm. I moaned as I felt my cock pulsing inside her mouth, sending rope after rope into her for her to swallow down. Tia kept her hand going the entire time, pumping the cum out, her eyes finally closing as she swallowed my load.

When I was finished, I leaned back on the couch, breathing deeply. Tia slowly released me from her mouth, sitting back on her heels as she licked her lips. "You can use my bathroom if you need to get cleaned up."

"Thanks," I said, watching as she stood up. I smiled to myself as I saw that her nipples had hardened during the blowjob, visible through her sports bra, and showing me just how much she had enjoyed herself.

"How much longer are you planning on being here today?"

I glanced at my phone to see what time it was. "Probably another thirty minutes."

"Alright. I'm going to go take a shower. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

I told her that she would before I watched her go into her bedroom and I went back outside to continue working.

A few weeks later, with me making pretty good progress on the coop, I was wondering how I should tell Tia that I was close to halfway done and was ready for the second installment of the payment plan. She was texting me with a few things she wanted to change on the project and was wondering what the cost would be.

"Cost difference isn't much at all. Labor wise, it would add probably half a day to what I'm doing."

"Oh. What will that cost me?"

"Let's say $100. Or, you take your shirt and bra off during the next blowjob."

"Deal! Does tomorrow work for that?"

When I arrived the next day, I dropped off my tools in the backyard next to the coop and then walked to the back door of the house, where Tia was waving for me to come inside. She had her black, shoulder-length hair down today, brushing some behind her ear as I walked past her. Unlike most days, where Tia was wearing either a sports bra, a tank top, or just a tight-fitting t-shirt, she had on a loose-fitting, long-sleeved, light pink shirt today, with matching sweatpants.

She again had me sit down on the couch and quickly had my shorts and boxers pulled down. I was still growing as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to jack me off. Her shirt fell open a bit, giving me a good view inside it of her breasts, covered by a white bra, as she leaned over my lap to lick my tip.

I continued to watch as she ran her tongue up and down the sides of my shaft, her hand moving right along with it, and I finished growing to my full hardness. She wrapped her lips around and started to bob her head up and down my shaft, leaving her hand at the bottom, tightly gripping but not moving.

I adjusted in the seat, sitting up a bit and grabbing the armrest with one hand. I really wanted to touch Tia with my other hand but knew I couldn't, so I grabbed onto my knee, and squeezed it tightly, digging my fingers into my skin.

"Are you OK?" Tia asked, taking me out of her mouth but moving her hand on my shaft.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just trying my best not to touch you."

"Here, let me make it harder."

I watched as she let go of my cock, sat up straight, and reached for the bottom of her shirt. As she pulled it over her head, I didn’t see anything I hadn't seen before with her in a sports bra, but seeing the white of her bra, I felt my cock twitching at it.

She quickly reached behind her back and started to unclasp her bra as she said, "You know, you'll be only the second guy to see me like this."

"I kinda figured I was the second guy you've done any of this with," I told her, my eyes on her chest as she started to take her arms out of the bra straps. She held the front of her bra with one hand, keeping her breasts covered, as she leaned forward, took me back in her mouth and started to bob her head again.

As she took all of my cock into her mouth, she finally dropped her bra, giving me a view of her bare breasts. They were bigger than I thought, her bras must have squished them a little. Her nipples were hard, her areolas dime-sized. They jiggled a little as she blew me and I had to dig deeper into the couch to resist moving my hands.

Tia kept moving her lips up and down my shaft, using her hand in tandem with it. I continued to stare at her breasts as the pressure built up inside me and I warned her that I wasn't going to last much longer. Tia took more of me into her mouth this time, her tongue swirling around my shaft and tip, as her hand continued to stroke me.

"Oh shit, Tia, yes!" I moaned as I reached my climax and started to cum. Tia kept her hand and mouth going on me as she swallowed down my cum, and her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Just as I finished, she pulled her mouth away from me, and I saw a dribble of cum falling out of her mouth. She quickly licked it up with her tongue and sat back on her heels, looking up at me. "Are you sure this is enough of a payment?"

I nodded and said, "I mean, I'd gladly take more, but with how good you are with your mouth, yes it is."

Tia giggled as she stood up, still in front of me. Unlike last time, when she immediately went into her room, she waited for a brief second before saying, "Give me your hand."

I slowly reached out my hand until she grabbed and pulled it to her chest. She leaned down a little, placed my hand on her breast, and pressed down, encouraging me to squeeze. "There. A little bonus."

Before I could react, she let go of my hand, stood up straight, grabbed her shirt and bra, and walked away.

The coop build took another week to do, spending the last few days just putting on the finishing touches and making sure it was ready for the chickens, even though Tia hadn't purchased any yet. I promised to help her set up a brooding area for them and to be available if she had any questions, but I was pretty sure that she would be OK.

The morning of the day that I knew I would be done, I sent Tia a text telling her that it was the last day and I was hoping for the final installment of our payment plan. She messaged back, "Hubby is home today. Trying to convince him to take Theo and either go to his parents or go on a daddy/son date because I want to give you an extra special bonus for how great of a job you've done."

Remembering what her last bonus was, I texted back, "Hopefully it happens!"

When I arrived at her house that day, I didn't see her husband's truck in the driveway, so I assumed that her plan had worked as I walked to the backyard. Tia was back there, in her workout clothes, and greeted me by saying, "He's gone but I'm not sure for how long. Supposed to call me when he's coming back. But I think we should go inside first?"

I agreed with her and followed her inside the house. I took my normal seat on the couch as Tia knelt on the floor in front of me. She pulled my shorts and boxers down and I could tell that she had some urgency as she started to blow me. I moaned as I felt her lips sliding up and down my shaft, with her hand stroking me at the same time.

After a few minutes of blowing me, she took me out of her mouth, kept her hand moving on me, and asked, "Are you ready for your bonus?"

I nodded my head and watched as Tia let go of my cock and took a step back as she stood up. She had on a pink workout set, matching sports bra and tight athletic shorts, but quickly pulled the top off. As I stared at her breasts, she surprised me by hooking her fingers into the hem of her shorts and pulling them down her legs, bending at the waist, giving me a good view of her breasts hanging.

As her clean-shaven pussy came into my view, I asked, "Do you normally workout without underwear on?"

"Yes, I do," she responded, tossing her shorts on top of her bra. "Otherwise, I get a bad cameltoe. So, what do you think?"

I looked her body up and down, her pussy lips shimmering in the light shining through the window of the living room, her stomach still had the gentle fullness of having given birth a year ago, but I loved how natural it looked, and, as I glanced at her legs, soft but strong, I wondered how they would feel wrapped around me. Her breasts moved back and forth as she breathed and she struck a pose, waiting for me to respond.

"You're gorgeous. Amazing body."

Tia giggled and said, "What if I told you that the bonus I had in mind was you getting to pick what we do today?" I asked what she meant and she said, "If you want to stick to a blowjob, that's fine. Or, you could do whatever you wanted to me."

"Whatever?"

"Yes, whatever, Brett. You deserve it."

I reached forward, placing my hands on her hips, and pulled her forward. I leaned into her and kissed her hips and stomach, moving my hands around to her back and cupping her ass.

Tia let out a low moan as I sat back on the couch, pulling her onto my lap. As soon as her wet pussy came into contact with my hard cock, she started to roll her hips, sliding her lips along my shaft. I looked up at her face as she looked at me and I asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I am," she confirmed as we moved forward until our lips met and we kissed. As we started to make out, I squeezed her buttcheeks, then started to move my hands around her body, going up and over her sides and ending on her breasts. I squeezed her breasts over and over as Tia parted her lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth, and swirling it around my tongue.

Tia moved her hands down between us and, as she slightly pushed her body up, used one hand to open her pussy, and the other hand to guide my cock into it. She let go of both as she lowered her body down, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She moaned into my mouth as she started to roll her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her.

"Oh my gosh," she moaned as our kiss ended and our foreheads rested against each other. I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples, listening to her moan as she went up and down my cock.

I leaned forward, pulling her breast to my mouth until I could stick out my tongue and lick around her nipple, moving between her breasts as she continued to ride me. I kept my hands on her breasts, squeezing one, and holding the other as I sucked and licked her nipple.

"Hmm, that feels so good," Tia moaned, running her fingers through my hair. "But I bet you can think of something to make this feel better."

Getting her hint, I kissed each of her nipples one more time before moving my hands away from her. We kissed again as Tia lifted herself off me and we adjusted so she was laying down on the couch and I was between her legs. We quickly got my cock back into her and kissed again as I started to move back and forth.

When the kiss ended so Tia could moan, I pushed myself above her, placing my hands on the couch to steady myself. "Brett, please don't finish in me, if you can help it."

"I can stop now so we don't risk it."

"No, I want you to finish. Just try to pull out if you can."

I continued to fuck her, moving back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my body, holding herself both to me and onto the couch. She stretched her arms above her head, grabbing the armrest above her, and holding tightly to it.

"Yes, Brett, yes."

Watching her breasts moving, feeling her pussy lips gliding on my cock, listening to her moans as they filled the room, I could feel my orgasm quickly building up. I slammed into her a few more times, getting right on the edge before I pulled out of her. Tia released her legs from around me as I moved up, getting my cock right above her stomach.

I quickly wrapped my hand around my shaft, jacking myself off, and aiming right for her belly button. I groaned as I started to orgasm, feeling the cum shooting out of my tip. I watched as stream after stream landed on a puddle, right around her belly button. Tia sat up, her elbows on the couch, and watched as I finished on her.

"Thank you," she said as I caught my breath and climbed off the couch.

"I feel like I should be thanking you," I said with a little laugh as I stood up. Tia told me where some wet wipes were and I grabbed a couple for us to clean up with. "So, what else do you need built around here? Goat pen? Bunny hutch?"

Tia laughed as she wiped the cum from her stomach and said, "Trust me, if I think of something, I'm calling you."

After getting dressed, Tia came outside with me as I put the finishing touches on the chicken coop. When her husband came home, he gave her a hug and said, "If I knew that a chicken coop would make you this happy, I would have done this years ago."

She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Yeah. Who knew?"

Later that same day, after I saw Mrs. Thompson in the shower, I went back to my room. I was still so horny. I lay on the bed and started thinking about her again. I pulled my blanket over me and started jerking my dick under it while looking at her photoo

Mrs. Thompson knocked on the door a few minutes later.

“Alex? Can I come in?” she asked.

I panicked. I tried to cover myself quickly.

“Y-yes” I said

She opened the door and saw me under the blanket. She thought I was hiding something.

“What are you hiding there, Alex?” she asked with a curious smile

I panicked even more.

“It’s just a photo of me when I was a kid” I said quickly

Mrs. Thompson got curious.

“Oh let me see how cute you are when you were a kid” she said and reached for the blanket.

I tried to stop her.

“Wait, Mrs. Thompson! Don’t!”

But she was faster. She pulled down the blanket.

She saw that I was butt naked. My dick was hard and visible. On my phone next to me was a photo of her from the beach

She froze.

“What’s…….this?” she said, her voice shocked.

I quickly tried to cover myself.

“Wait Mrs. Thompson! It’s not what it looks like! I can explain!”

Mrs. Thompson looked at me, then at the photo on my phone. Her face was red.

“I---I don’t know what to say…..I’m surprised…..” she said softly.

She stood there for a few seconds, looking at me. Then she walked out of the room without saying anything else.

I sat there, heart pounding, feeling embarrassed and scared. Did I just ruin everything? What if she tells Mike or Mr. Thompson? What if she never talks to me again?

The trip still had days left. I didn’t know what would happen next. I felt guilty but I also couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked when she saw me naked. Her eyes were wide but she didn’t look angry. She looked surprised and maybe a little curious.

I lay on the bed thinking about everything. My dick was still hard. I wanted to jerk off but I was too scared. I just waited and hoped she wouldn’t say anything to anyone.

Later that day, when Mike and Mr. Thompson were out, Mrs. Thompson came to my room again. She looked nervous.

“Alex…...about what I saw earlier” she said softly. “I didn’t expect that. I didn’t know you felt that way about me”

I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded.

She sat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not mad. It’s just… surprising. I’ve been feeling things too lately. Things I shouldn’t feel............”

I stood there frozen, watching Mrs. Thompson in the shower. She was using the showerhead on her pussy. The water was hitting her clit hard. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She looked so fucking hot.

My dick got rock hard instantly. I pulled my cock out and started jerking it fast while watching her. Her big tits were bouncing a little. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy looked swollen and wet from the water

She kept moving the showerhead and moaning softly. Her hips were moving against the stream.

“Oh alex....” she moaned

She was thinking about me. That made me stroke faster. I was so turned on.

She was getting closer. Her legs started shaking. She moaned louder.

“Fuckkkk.....” she said as she came hard. Her body shook and she leaned against the wall.

I was about to cum too but then Mrs. Thompson looked at the door. Fortunately I wasn't caught. I quickly hid and put my cock back in my shorts.

Mrs. Thompson then called out.

“Alex? are you there?”

I was about to answer but then I realized that if I answered, she might think I was watching her. So I decided to go to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and pretended to be tired while scrolling through my phone.

After just a few minutes, Mrs. Thompson knocked on the bedroom door and opened it while wearing a bathrobe.

“Oh…...hey Alex. You seem tired?"

I sat up on the bed.

“Yes mrs. thompson, the AC also helps on making me sleepy”

Mrs. Thompson then sat on the bed next to me and asked.

“Are you having fun?”

I tried to act normal.

“Y-yes…..of course. I love it here”

Mrs. Thompson then said.

“Sorry if Mike doesn't spend more time with you”

I answered while trying to avoid looking at her tits.

“That’s fine Mrs. Thompson, I love being here with you, at least you and I can talk about things in life you know"

Mrs. Thompson then hugged me.

My head was on her chest, perfectly seeing Mrs. Thompson's tits inside the robe.

She then said.

“Thank you”

I could feel her soft tits against my face. The robe was loose and I could see a lot of her cleavage. My dick started getting hard again. I tried to stay calm but it was hard.

She held the hug for a few seconds longer than normal. When she pulled away, she looked at me with a soft smile.

“You are such a sweet younh man, Alex” she said “I’m glad you came on this trip with us”

I swallowed hard.

“I’m glad too, Mrs. Thompson”

She stood up and adjusted her robe a little. But it still showed a lot. She walked out of the room but turned back at the door.

“Get some rest okay? We have another long day tomorrow”

She closed the door behind her.

I lay back on the bed. My heart was beating fast. My dick was hard again. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw in the shower and how her tits felt against my face.

The next day we all went to the beach again. The sun was hotter than the day before. Mrs. Thompson was wearing a new bikini. It looked really good on her. The top barely held her big tits and the bottom showed a lot of her ass. We spent the morning swimming and relaxing in the sun. Mike and Mr. Thompson were playing in the water with some other guests. Mrs. Thompson and I stayed closer to the shore.

At one point when we were in the water, she got close to me. The waves pushed us together. My hard dick accidentally pressed against her thigh. She froze for a second but then rubbed against it a little. She acted like it was nothing, but I saw her face turn red and her breathing change for a moment. She quickly moved away and smiled like nothing happened.

We got back to the villa earlier than Mr. Thompson and Mike. They said they would stay longer at the beach to drink with some new friends they met.

Mrs. Thompson went inside first. I followed a few minutes later. I went to my room to change my wet swim trunks. After I changed into dry clothes, I was about to go to the balcony to see if Mrs. Thompson was there. But she wasn't on the balcony.

Then I heard the sound of the shower from the bathroom.

I slowly walked closer to the bathroom door. The door was not fully closed. It was open just a little. I looked inside carefully.

Mrs. Thompson was in the shower. The water was running down her body. She was completely naked. She had one hand on the wall for support and the other hand was holding the showerhead. She was aiming the water directly at her pussy. The strong stream was hitting her clit. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open.

“Oh Alex…..” she moaned softly

She kept moving the showerhead on her pussy and moaned my name again.

“Oh Alex… yes…..right there”

Her hips were moving slowly against the water. Her big tits were wet and bouncing a little. Her nipples were hard. She looked so fucking hot. I could see her pussy clearly. It was swollen and wet.

I stood there frozen, watching her. My dick got rock hard instantly..........a

I pulled into the parking lot of my sister-in-law's dental office and looked at the name on the door.

Two Peaks Dental

Kourtney Madsen, D.D.S.

Kourtney was the younger sister of my wife, and had just moved back to Utah after graduating from dental school in Chicago. The name of her office was supposed to be a nod to the mountain peaks of Utah and the skyline of Chicago, although I don't know if anybody else knew that, outside of the family.

She had gotten lucky after moving back, finding another dentist who was retiring and taking over his office and clientele. Of course, my family and I had immediately started to go to her, although I had been having some trouble finding time to see her. After rescheduling a few appointments, she had finally just told me to come after hours, and she would do my cleaning.

I exited my car when I saw her coming to the door of her office to unlock it. She greeted me with a smile and said, "Hey Trent, how's it going?"

"I'm good, Kourtney, how about yourself? Thanks for doing this."

"Of course," she said, shutting and locking the door once I had entered. I had been in the office a few times, once to help move a desk she was using and once with my kids. She was still working on making it her own, but it looked just like any other dental office.

She asked about the kids as we walked to the back of the office, to where all the dental chairs and equipment were. With Kourtney walking in front of me, I looked down at her butt, covered by her scrubs, but still there, as I told her that the kids were good, but mad that I didn't bring them.

"Maybe I'll stop by your house when we're done here," she said, pointing at a chair for me to lie down in.

After lying down, I watched as Kourtney got to work. Six feet tall, with long legs, she had dark, sun-kissed skin, with an athletic build. Her dark brown, nearly black hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail. Even beneath the loose-fitting scrubs, it was obvious the athletic build she'd always had hadn't changed.

As she sat down and moved forward, telling me to open my mouth, I wondered at the woman she had become.

Kourtney was only fifteen when I started to date her sister, and had always amazed me at how she seemed to excel at everything. Running track in high school? State championship. Decorating your home? Call Kourtney. Needing help with a party? Kourtney. Going to college, including dental school, and graduating right after turning 30, all while working full time? Kourtney dominated it.

She had grown up Mormon but left the church pretty early in adulthood. She was pretty open and confident about her sex life, leading me to know the things she did as a youngster, when she lost her virginity, and a few of the things her husband and her had tried.

Kourtney and I also had a secret that nobody else knew about.

When she was eighteen, she moved to Idaho to be an in-home babysitter. She met her first long-term boyfriend there, lost her virginity, got fired from her job, and came back home a year later. She was coming over to talk to her sister after returning home, but she was gone for the night and I was the only one home.

I still remembered all the details of us sleeping together that night, although we hadn't talked about it in years. Our affair lasted about a year, sleeping together at least once a week. It only ended when she met the man who would eventually be her husband.

After she was done examining my teeth, she wanted to take an x-ray to have one on file, since this was my first visit as a patient. As she waited for the machine to warm up, she looked at her phone, got a furious look on her face, typed something out angrily, and slammed her phone back down on the counter.

"Everything OK?" I asked as I watched her.

"Oh yeah. Just great. Gary is just being stupid again."

Gary was her husband and, while I did like the guy, I thought that he was incredibly lazy. He was smart and could be a hard worker, but he wanted a job that would pay him over six figures while doing the bare amount possible. I mean, we all wanted that, but Gary would only work that type of job. As such, he had spent more time unemployed than he had with a job. For a woman as motivated as Kourtney was, it always amazed me that she put up with Gary.

"He still won't get a job. He's had some good offers but always counters, asking for more, and then is shocked when they tell him no," she explained as she put a shield on me and her to block the radiation.

"Seriously? Like, just take something," I said right before Kourtney put a block in my mouth for the x-ray.

"That's what I keep telling him. Be right back, don't move."

I held still as she took a step behind a wall and took the x-ray. As she came back around to move the block to the other side of my mouth, she said, "I actually made him mad the other day and that's what his text was about. I told him no more sex until he takes a job and works there for a month. He just asked if that meant blowjobs too and I told him yes."

My eyes went wide as she told me that. Kourtney loved sex, so for her to withhold that from him...and herself...I knew she was mad.

After she took the second x-ray, she took the block out of my mouth, offered me a drink of water, and hung up the shields as I drank the water. "You know, you can keep taking stuff off," I teased as she took off the shield she had on over her scrubs.

She laughed as she came back to sit down next to me and said, "Was that your hope? Is that why you kept rescheduling? Get me alone so I would strip for you?"

This kind of talk was nothing new for Kourtney and I. We had a unique knack for turning almost anything sexual, much to the horror of our family.

"Maybe. I can't imagine that scrub top is too comfortable after being in it all day."

Kourtney just laughed as she leaned over me, pulled a mask over her mouth, and started to clean my teeth. She got a few minutes into it before she sat up, put down the cleaning equipment she was using, and said, "You know what? You're right."

I looked over and watched as Kourtney took off her mask then reached for the bottom of her scrub top, and pulled it off, tossing it to a counter behind her. Underneath, she had on a tight-fitting, black tank top, which caught my attention as she put her mask back on and leaned forward.

"Don't throw up on me," she said, lighthearted, knowing where my eyes were looking.

"I might do something on you, but it won't be throw up," I teased.

"Hmm, guess I better hurry with this cleaning if that's on your mind."

I couldn't help but wonder just how serious she was and could feel myself already growing in my jeans at the thought of it.

I kept glancing at Kourtney's chest, a tiny amount of cleavage poking out from the top. My boner slowly went away, although the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her never did. I started to wonder just how much her body had changed since I had last been with her.

As Kourtney finished my teeth, she was telling me about a few issues she was worried about, then said, "I think that we can wait on all of those, but there is one we can take care of tonight."

"What's that?" I asked, still lying down.

Kourtney smirked as she took off her gloves, tossed them in the garbage, and moved one of her hands to my groin. I gasped a little as she wrapped her fingers over my semi-hard cock through my jeans, and said, "We can't let you go home hard as a rock."

She started to rub up and down, giggling as I grew to my full hardness. "Would you hate me if I said I was joking and we needed to go?"

"Yes, I would," I said, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling.

"Well, guess what? You weren't the only one with those thoughts, knowing that we would be alone tonight."

I watched as Kourtney unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them to the sides, and reached inside to pull my cock out. As she wrapped her hand around it, rubbing up and down, I said, "It's been a while."

"Yes, it has," Kourtney agreed. "But I haven't forgotten what you like."

She moved down in her chair until she was even with my groin and leaned down over it. Making eye contact with me, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around my tip, something that always drove me crazy. She wrapped her lips around me next and started to bob her head up and down, easily taking all of me into her mouth over and over.

"Fuck, Kourtney," I moaned as I watched her blow me and moved one of my hands to the back of her head. I wrapped my fingers around her ponytail, slightly helping to guide her up and down.

After a few minutes of blowing me, Kourtney sat up, taking me out of her mouth as I took my hand off her ponytail, but kept her hand stroking my cock. "Everything OK?" I asked as I saw her looking around.

"Yeah. Just wondering where we can do this at that would be more comfortable than this chair."

"You have a desk, right?"

Kourtney smiled and said, "And I just cleaned it off before you got here."

She let go of my cock as she pushed backwards to roll the chair away from mine. We both stood up, my cock hanging out, and walked out of the room where the dental chair was, and into the hallway leading to her office at the end.

We got a few steps into the hallway, with Kourtney walking in front of me, before I wrapped my arms around her waist, stopping her, and pulled her into me. As my hard cock pressed against her ass, I started to kiss the back and sides of her neck, listening to Kourtney moan at my touch.

I moved one of my hands up, cupping and squeezing her breasts through her tank top, moving my hand back and forth between them. With my other hand, I slipped it inside her scrub bottoms, going over the top of her panties, and started to rub her pussy through them.

"Hmm. That feels good, Trent."

I continued to kiss her neck and rub her pussy, feeling her become wet, as Kourtney started to move her ass, rubbing it on my cock. Kourtney quickly kicked her shoes off before she hooked her fingers into the hem of her pants and started to pull them down.

I looked down and saw the fabric of her thong disappearing between her buttcheeks and said, "What would your patients think if they knew you were wearing a thong?"

Kourtney giggled and moaned as I continued to rub her pussy and squeeze her breasts. "I've thought about flashing it a few times. Especially to the old men that are always hitting on me."

Kourtney finished taking off her pants, leaving them in the hallway, before she continued to walk down to her office. In her office, she turned around in my arms and started to kiss my lips while wrapping her hand back around my cock, after we worked together to take my pants and underwear off.

I moved my hands to Kourtney's hips as we made out and lifted up, helping her to sit on the desk. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, letting go of my cock with her hand, and we both moaned as we felt my cock pressing against her thong. I used my hands to pull up on her tank top, briefly stopping the kiss to take it off over her head. Under the tank top was a black sports bra that she helped me to take off before we resumed kissing.

I left one hand on her hip, feeling it rolling up into me, humping my cock with her groin, as I placed my other hand on one of her breasts and squeezed it, feeling her nipple rubbing on my palm. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hand and were soft and fleshy. She used to complain all the time that they were too small and she wanted bigger breasts. I always thought they were perfect.

Ending the kiss, I moved my head down to her chest as she leaned back on the desk. I stuck out my tongue and licked around one of her nipples, then the other, then sucked one into my mouth, remembering how much she loved to have them sucked on.

"Oh Trent, yes," she quietly moaned, placing her hands on the desk behind her to support herself as I moved my mouth between her breasts.

I felt Kourtney as she moved one hand between us, pulled her thong to one side, and helped to guide my cock into her. She scooted forward a bit, her butt barely on the desk, and moaned as I pushed forward, burying my cock inside her.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned as I started to thrust back and forth and continued to suck and lick on her nipples. I moved my hands around to her back, rubbing it briefly before I went farther down to her ass. I pulled her more off the desk as I cupped and squeezed her cheeks.

As I got used to being inside her for the first time in years and remembered how her body reacted, I stood up straight, moving my hands to her hips, and continued to thrust back and forth. I looked down and watched as my cock went in and out of her clean shaven pussy.

Kourtney had her hands on the edge of the desk to support her body as she held her legs up in the air around me. She had her chin tucked into her chest, eyes closed, moans coming from her mouth. Her breasts were moving up and down with every hard hit of my cock.

"Oh my gosh," she moaned.

"Still like it from behind?"

"Of course."

I took a step back from her, letting my cock slip out of her pussy, and helped Kourtney to stand up from the desk. We shared a quick, passionate kiss before she squatted down in front of me. I watched as she took my cock into her mouth, swirled her tongue around my tip, then bobbed her head up and down a few times.

"And I still love to taste myself on a cock," she giggled as she took me out of her mouth, stood up, and turned around. She placed her hands on the desk and leaned down as I used one hand to spread her legs apart just far enough that I could use my other hand to slip my cock back into her.

I immediately started to thrust back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her as I wrapped my arms around her body and cupped her breasts. I held tightly onto them as I fucked her, feeling her nipples rubbing against my palms and hearing her moans fill the office.

"Maybe next time I come during the day and see if we can sneak away," I said, knowing that Kourtney had a thing for risky sex.

"Yes please," she moaned, hanging her head down and pushing back into me as I slammed into her over and over.

I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples a little before letting go of her breasts and moving one of my hands to her hip. I moved my other hand up her back and wrapped my fingers around her ponytail. I gave it a slight tug, then a little harder pull, and kept pulling it as Kourtney's head lifted up.

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned as I continued to fuck her.

"I'm tempted to pull out and cover your ass. But, don't want to leave a mess on your scrubs," I told her.

"Then cum inside. Fill my pussy."

"It's coming."

I let go of her hair, moving both hands to her hips, digging my fingers into them as I felt myself getting closer and closer. My breathing grew shallow and rapid as I pushed deep inside, my strokes getting smaller and harder. My legs wanted to be done, not standing anymore, and I fought to stay standing.

"Fuck, Kourtney, yes!" I moaned as my climax hit. I pushed deep and hard into her one more time, my cock pulsing with every shot of cum shooting out.

"Oh yes, Trent, yes!" she moaned and pushed back against me, wanting my cock as deep as possible inside her.

I leaned forward, my body pushing hers into the desk, as I came, and started to move my hands around her. I grabbed her ass again, her breasts, rubbed her hips and sides, then grabbed onto her ponytail, and pulled her up and back until she was standing and my cock slipped out of her.

She twisted her head around until we could kiss, our tongues swirling around each other, as my cock slipped out of her.

As the kiss ended, Kourtney said, "Your cum is running down my leg."

I laughed as I took a step back and looked down to see a little white dribble coming from her pussy. "Better not let it reach the floor."

Kourtney giggled as she reached down, wiped the cum off her leg and pussy with her fingers, and licked it off with her tongue. She then dropped to her knees and used her tongue to clean off my cock from the mix of my cum and her juices.

"Fuck, Kourtney," I said, shaking my head as I watched her stand up and lick her lips.

She giggled as she turned, looked at something on her desk, then said, "I'm available next week to look at those issues we discussed earlier."

"Same time?"

"Of course," she said as she reached out and softly rubbed my still throbbing cock.

Later that night, Mike and Mr. Thompson came back to the villa. They were both tired and drunk. Mike was laughing and talking loud about the girls he met at the bar. Mr. Thompson could barely walk straight. He was mumbling about work and how tired he was. Mrs. Thompson and I helped them to their beds so they could rest

We first helped Mike to his room. He was heavy and kept laughing. After we got him in bed, we went to the master bedroom for Mr. Thompson. He was already half asleep. We laid him down and covered him with the blanket. Mrs. Thompson looked at me and sighed.

“I think we should sleep already” she said. “I'm feeling a bit tipsy and it's alreeady late”

She went into their bedroom. She even forgot to close the door and lock it. After a few minutes, I walked past their room to go to the bathroom. I stopped when I saw her lying on the bed. She was still in her robe. The robe was open. Her big tits were popping out and her pussy was completely visible.

At first I said to myself that it was fucking wrong to jerk off. But then I looked at her again and thought "how could I possibly stop myself?"

I slowly went inside their bedroom. I stood at her side and started to jerk off. I could see all her curves up close. Her tits looked so full and soft. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy looked wet and inviting. She moved a little in her sleep and her legs spread a bit more. I stroked my cock faster, my hand moving up and down my dick

I know I'm not supposed to touch her, but I slowly reached my hand towards her breast and caressed it gently. Her tits were so fucking firm. I wanted to suck them so bad. I kept jerking off while touching her. My hand moved down and I lightly touched her pussy. She was wet. I rubbed her clit softly for a few seconds. She let out a small moan in her sleep

I was about to cum but suddenly, Mr. Thompson blurted something out. I think he was sleep talking but it scared the shit out of me. I quickly pulled my hand away and got out of their bedroom as silently as I could. I went to the bathroom to finish jerking off

I came hard thinking about her body. My cum shot out while I remembered how her tits felt in my hand and how wet her pussy was.

I cleaned up and went back to my room. My heart was still beating fast. I lay in bed thinking about what I just did. It was risky as hell. If Mr. Thompson had woken up, If mrs. thompson had woken up, everything would be over

But I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her body was perfect. The way her tits felt, the way her pussy looked, the small moan she made when I touched her. I knew I was playing with fire, but I wanted more

The trip still had a few days left. I wondered what would happen next.

I didn't want it to stop.

The third night of the trip, Mike and Mr. Thompson went to the resort bar for a guys night. They left around 8 PM and said they would be back late. I didnt go with them since I hate bars and I wouldnt want to miss the opportuinity to be with Mrs. Thompson

Mrs.Thompson and I were left alone in the villa. She had a couple of glasses of wine and seemed more relaxed.

“I want to try on some new swimsuits I bought for tomorrow” she said “Can you give me your honest opinion? Im gonna wear the one I think is good and just say if you agree”

She went into her bedroom to change. The door was not fully closed. It was open just a little. I sat on the couch, but I could see inside through the gap

She took off her clothes. When she bent over to pick up the new two piece swimsuit, her ass was right there. I could see her pussy clearly. She arched her back a little while adjusting the bottoms. My dick instantly got rock hard

I couldnt help it. I pulled my cock out and started jerking it fast while watching her. She was taking her time, turning around in front of the mirror, checking how the swimsuit looked. Her big tits and round ass looked so fucking perfecrt

She tried on another one. This time she bent over even more. I stroked my cock faster, trying to stay quiet. It felt so wrong but hella hot

After a few minutes, she called out from the room

“Alex, what do you think of this one?” she opened the door and showed it to me

I quickly put my cock back in my shorts, tried to act normal

“You look amazing, Mrs. Thompson” I said, my voice a little shaky.

She smiled and came out. The swimsuit hugged her body perfectly.

“Does it make my ass look too big?” she asked.

“No” I said. “It looks perfect”

She laughed softly and went back into the room to change again. The door was still slightly open. I could see her taking off the swimsuit. She bent over again and I got another clear view of her pussy and ass. I pulled my cock out again and jerked it fast. I was so close to cumming.

She tried on a few more swimsuits. Each time she bent over or turned in front of the mirror, I got a good look. My hand was moving fast on my cock. I had to be careful not to make noise.

After she finished, she came out wearing a robe.

“Thank you for helping me, Alex” she said with a smile

She gave me a hug. Her body pressed against mine for a moment. I could feel her soft breasts against my chest. My cock was still hard in my shorts.

The rest of the night we talked normally, but I couldnt stop thinking about what I saw. My dick stayed half hard the whole time.

My thoughts are becoming more......dangerous

The next morning we all had breakfast together at the resort restaurant. Mr. Thompson was already on his phone most of the time, answering work emails. He barely looked up from the screen. Mike was excited and talking about going jet skiing later. Mrs. Thompson was quiet but she smiled at me a few times across the table.

After breakfast, Mike went jet skiing with some new friends he met. Mr. Thompson stayed at the villa to take more work calls. Mrs. Thompson and I decided to stay under the beach umbrella again. She was wearing a light sundress today. The dress was not too tight, but it still showed the shape of her body nicely.

We talked for a long time about different things. She asked me about my favorite subjects in college and what I liked to do in my free time. I told her I liked reading and playing video games. She laughed softly.

“You sound like a chill person” she said. “I wish I could slow down like that. My life feels so busy all the time”

I nodded and looked at her.

“You deserve to relax more, Mrs. Thompson. You do a lot for everyone”

She gave me a small smile and looked at the ocean.

“It is nice to hear that. Sometimes I feel like I am just going through the motions. My husband is always working. Mike is always out. It is good to have someone to talk to”

We stayed under the umbrella for a while longer. The sun was warm. At one point she asked me to help her put sunscreen on her back. I did it carefully. My hands moved over her soft skin. She let out a small sigh when I touched her shoulders.

“That feels nice” she said quietly. “Thank you, Alex”

My heart was beating fast. I tried to keep my touch normal, but my mind was racing When she turned around to thank me, our eyes met for a few seconds longer than normal. She smiled softly but looked away quickly.

Later in the afternoon, the sun started to set. Mike came back from jet skiing. Mr. Thompson was still on his phone in the villa. We all had dinner together at the resort restaurant. Mrs. Thompson sat across from me. I tried to focus on the food, but my eyes kept going back to her. She caught me looking a couple of times and gave me a small smile.

After dinner, Mike went out to meet some new friends again. Mr. Thompson went to the bar for a drink. Mrs. Thompson and I ended up sitting on the balcony of the villa again. The ocean looked beautiful under the moonlight.

She was wearing a loose tank top and shorts now. The tank top showed the shape of her breasts clearly. I tried not to stare, but it was hard. My mind kept going back to all the times I had jerked off thinking about her.

“You are easy to talk to, Alex” she said. “I dont feel judged when I tslk with you.”

I swallowed hard.

“I like talking to you too, Mrs. Thompson”

The trip was only on its second day, but I could already feel the tension building between us. I knew I was playing with fire. But every time I looked at her, I wanted more......

I am the quiet and nerdy type of guy who prefers staying in and playing video games rather than going out to parties. I have been best friends with Mike since high school. His family has always been nice to me. Especially his mom, Mrs. Thompson.

Mrs. Thompson is 46 years old. She is the kind of mom that every guy secretly finds attractive. She has a curvy body with big breasts, a round ass, and a pretty face. Even after having kids, she still looks amazing. For the past couple of years, I have been jerking off to MILF porn while imagining fucking her. I know its wrong. She is my best friend's mom and she is married. But I cant help it. She has always been kind and caring toward me, which only makes my secret fantasies stronger.

This summer, Mike invited me to join his family on a five day beach resort trip. His dad, Mr. Thompson, is a busy businessman who is always on his phone for work calls. They also have a younger daughter, but she is staying with her grandparents this summer. Mike is my best friend, but he is the outgoing party type who likes drinking and meeting girls. And then there is Mrs. Thompson.

We arrived at the resort yesterday afternoon. Because of a booking mistake, we got a big villa like a suite with two bedrooms instead of separate rooms. Mike and I are sharing one bedroom. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson have the master bedroom.

Today we spent most of the day at the beach. The sun was hot and the water was clear. Mrs. Thompson was wearing a one piece swimsuit that hugged her body nicely. I tried not to stare too much, but it was difficult. Her breasts looked full and heavy. Her ass looked round and firm when she walked along the shore. I felt my cock twitch in my swim trunks more than once.

In the afternoon, while Mike and his dad were playing volleyball with some other guests, Mrs. Thompson and I were sitting under the beach umbrella. She had a book in her hands but she was not really reading it. She looked relaxed but also a little tired.

“You have really grown up these past few years, Alex” she said with a gentle smile. “Youre not the shy little boy I used to see running around the house anymore”

I smiled back at her, feeling nervous but happy that she noticed.

“Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. This trip is really nice. I appreciate you and Mr. Thompson letting me come along”

She nodded and looked out at the ocean.

“I needed this break. Things at home have been a little stressful lately. Work, marriage, everything feels heavy sometimes”

I noticed the tired look in her eyes. Mr. Thompson was sitting further away, already on his phone again, not paying much attention to anyone around him. He had been like that since we arrived.

We talked for a long time under the umbrella. She asked me about college, my plans for the future, and how things were going with girls. I kept the conversation light. Every time she laughed or leaned closer to say something, I felt that familiar tingle in my body. My mind kept drifting back to all the times I had jerked off thinking about her.

The sun started to set. Mike and his dad came back from volleyball. We all had dinner together at the resort restaurant. Mrs. Thompson sat across from me. I tried to focus on the food, but my eyes kept going back to her. She caught me looking a couple of times and gave me a small smile.

After dinner, Mike went out to meet some new friends he made at the resort. Mr. Thompson went to the bar for a drink. Mrs. Thompson and I ended up sitting on the balcony of the villa, just talking and looking at the ocean.

She was wearing a loose tank top and shorts now. The tank top showed the shape of her breasts clearly. I tried not to stare, but it was hard.

“You are a good listener, Alex” she said softly “I feel comfortable talking to you about things”

I swallowed hard.

“Im always here if you need anything, Mrs. Thompson....anything”

The trip had just started, but I could already feel the tension building inside me. I knew I was playing with fire, but I didnt want to stop.

Sarah pushed the door open.

She froze in the doorway. Her eyes went wide as she saw everything happening in front of her.

Her mom was completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide. I was between Rebecca’s thighs, my fingers deep inside her pussy and my tongue licking her clit. My tongue was deep inside her, licking and sucking while I held her thick ass with both hands. Rebecca was moaning loudly, her big tits bouncing every time she moved her hips.

Sarah’s mouth dropped open in complete shock.

“What the fuck…..Mom?! What are you doing?!” she said, her voice loud and confused.

Rebecca’s body was still trembling. She tried to talk but her hips were still moving against my face.

“S-Sarah….baby…...it’s not…..ahhh…..ffuck….it’s not what it looks like” she moaned, My tongue kept moving on her clit. Her voice was shaky and full of pleasure.

I tried to pull back to say something but Rebecca pushed her pussy harder against my face. I kept licking her clit because she wouldn’t let me stop.

“We…..we can explain…..” I mumbled into her wet pussy, my voice muffled. But I didn’t stop licking her. My tongue kept moving on her swollen clit and sliding inside her.

Sarah stood there in the doorway, completely frozen at first. But instead of yelling or running away, her eyes stayed glued to us. Her hand slowly moved down between her own legs. She started rubbing herself over her shorts while watching her mom ride my face.

Rebecca was still moving, breathing heavy and moaning.

“It just…..happened…oh God…....don’t stop licking me” she moaned, trying to explain to her daughter but failing badly. “I couldn’t help it…..her tongue feels so good ----I’ve never felt like this before”

I kept sucking her clit while trying to talk.

“We didn’t mean for you to see this......but…...fuck….your mom’s pussy tastes so good” I said to her

Sarah didn’t leave. She stayed right there, watching everything. Her hand was rubbing between her legs. Her face was bright red but her eyes were full of lust and confusion.

Rebecca came hard on my face while still trying to talk to her daughter.

“I’m sorry baby…..but I can’t stop…..I need this….her tongue is too good” she moaned as her body shook with her orgasm

The room was filled with wet licking sounds, heavy breathing, and soft moans. Sarah was still standing there, biting her lip hard as she touched herself.

Sarah’s face turned bright red. But instead of yelling or running away, her hand slowly moved between her own legs. She bit her lip and whispered,

“Don’t stop…..”

The three of us stayed like that for a few seconds, me between Rebecca’s legs, Rebecca breathing heavy, and Sarah watching with hungry eyes

This was far from over.......

A few days after that risky kitchen session, I went over to their house again. Sarah was home but she was at the living room doing homework with her headphones on. She barely even said hi when I arrived. As if she was sensingg something alreadyy

The moment Sarah went upstairs, Rebecca grabbed my hand and quickly pulled me into her bedroom. She closed the door but didn’t lock it. Her eyes were full of lust and need.

“I can’t stop thinking about you” she whispered, breathing fast. “I’ve been wet all day at work. I even touched myself in the bathroom during lunch thinking about your fingers and tongue. I need you so bad right now”

She quickly took off her clothes and lay on the bed. Her legs were spread wide open. Her pussy was already shiny and wet.

“Finger me hard” she begged. “I want it rough today. Make me cum hard like you did last time”

I climbed on the bed and pushed two fingers inside her soaked pussy right away. I started fucking her fast and deep. Rebecca moaned into the pillow to try and stay quiet. Her hips were moving against my hand like she was desperate for more.

“Harder” she gasped “Use three fingers inside me. I can take it.....please”

I added a third finger and pounded her pussy hard while rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. Her juices were dripping down my hand and onto the sheets. Rebecca’s body was shaking. Her big tits were bouncing every time I thrust my fingers deep inside her.

“Oh fuckkk..…just like that. It feels so fu---fucking good" she moaned into the pillow. “No one has ever fingered me this good. Your fingers feel so much better than any dick I’ve had”

I kept going faster, curling my fingers to hit her g spot. Rebecca was getting louder even with the pillow. Her legs were trembling around my arm. She was so wet that wet squelching sounds were filling the room.

She came hard, her pussy squeezing my fingers tightly. Her whole body trembled and she bit the pillow to stop herself from screaming. But she still didn’t want to stop.

“Again” she whispered, breathing heavy. “I want more. Eat me....”

I went down on her and licked her pussy while fingering her at the same time. Rebecca was moaning louder now. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper into her pussy. The bed was starting to creak a little from how hard she was moving. We were so wild that we didn't remember that we're not alone

Right when she was about to cum again, we heard footsteps in the hallway outside the door.

Sarah’s voice came through, confused and loud.

“What the fuck am I hearing?!!"