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**Author’s note: For those looking for part 5, it will be released tomorrow. I was not happy with how part 4 turned out based on my own standards and did significant rewrites on it. This is the product of those rewrites. The story is mostly the same but hopefully the execution is superior.**
Prologue:
Part 1:
Part 2:
Part 3:
4
Harper knew it was her own doing, taunting Kyle like she was, but she really believed her husband would make it through her dirty little recap of the night. It was possible, telling him explicitly that she wanted to have sex with his boss was a bit much. But even if it was her own mistake, she couldn’t help the disappointment she felt, seeing his flaccid, wet penis lie listlessly against his thigh. It had been a very long day and, outside of the brief reprieve administered from fucking the handle of her electric razor, she had endured a gnawing lecherous itch for all of it. Harper waited and watched Kyle, who laid defeated on the bed. Even though she was frustrated about the missed chance at sex, it was Kyle’s time to step up and find a way to give her an orgasm. After an entire day of wanting, fingering Harper would have probably been enough to do the job.
But, as he continued to lie there, it became clear that her turn wasn’t coming. Kyle kept quiet; wide-eyed and satisfied and catching his breath. Harper could have just asked, but he had to know. They had always shared a mutual expectation of meeting each other’s needs, and she always held up her end of the bargain. Why would he choose now to fall short? She burned with anger and arousal and walked to the bathroom to wash her hands.
“Mathias was right, you couldn’t satisfy me.” she said with a hint of severity in her voice.
As soon as Harper said it, she felt a twinge of regret. It wasn’t said to tease. She was frustrated and, for a brief moment, wanted to make Kyle feel small for his failure. Quickly drying her hands, she gingerly stepped out of the bathroom to see Kyle’s reaction. He watched her with a dazed expression on his face, but what stood out most was that his erection was returning. Kyle had always been a one-and-done kind of guy. The fact that he was already starting to rebound from his orgasm surprised Harper. Maybe she was hasty in writing him off. But she wondered why he was invigorated so suddenly. Could it really be his reaction to those deliberately cruel and humiliating words?
“He told me I would burn you up, and he wasn’t wrong. There really isn’t any reason a man like him should be jealous of someone like you.” She couldn’t believe what she was saying, but she was curious and still suffering from that same itch that had bothered her all day.
Harper watched as Kyle’s penis awakened, slow and steady, but not quite there. He was still on the bed, quiet, but his eyes were now fixed on his wife. He craved to hear what she might say next.
“So, maybe I’m not where I should be right now.” she said, hoping to goad him into action.
Harper walked to the door and leaned her back against it. She let body go slack and slid partway down the door. Her knees were bent, and she allowed her hands to smooth over her lusting body. One caressed her breasts, which moved free and unfettered beneath her thin blouse, and the other moved down her front, sliding just below her trim tummy. She could see Kyle watching her and could see that what she did was rousing him, but he still didn’t speak. So, she kept going.
“There was something implicit in what Mathias told me tonight, that he is someone who could actually take care of my needs. Well, better than you, at least. So, if you’re not up to the task, I can leave. There’s a man in suite 3210 who’d be happy to take your place.”
Kyle wore a strange expression on his face, but still did nothing. His penis was nearly a full erection, so it was clear she was affecting him with what she said. Harper couldn’t understand him in that moment. She just wanted sex. And then, she had a funny idea.
“Alright, if there’s no man here who is worth my time, I’ll go to the thirty-second floor and find someone who is.” she said, opening the door slowly.
Harper assumed her gambit would knock Kyle free of his stupor. Her movements were absurdly gradual as she edged the door open and stepped into the hall. She watched her husband with a look of incomprehension on her face. At some point, he had to say something, but the door clicked shut, and she was alone in the hallway. A jolt of panic shot through her; partly from the awful things she said to Kyle and partly from something else that she was trying to ignore.
Still grasping onto the illusion that she and Kyle were only playing a game of chicken, Harper walked towards the elevator, telling herself, if she just kept going, eventually Kyle would come to his senses. She snapped a picture of the lighted elevator button which indicated the thirty-second floor and texted it to him. A bubble with ellipses quickly appeared on Kyle’s side of the text thread, but he didn’t respond. So, she kept going. Clutching her phone for dear life, Harper exited the elevator at floor thirty-two.
It was quiet and there weren’t many rooms, just a handful of large suites and an observation deck, but that didn’t stop her from panicking and getting turned around and lost. She texted Kyle that she was walking to Mathias’ suite but still received no reply. His lack of response was unbelievable to Harper, who still tried to rationalize away a realization which was forming at the edge of her awareness. She eventually found Mathias’ suite and stood tremulously on the small marble cutout leading to his door. Thinking she’d give it one last try before retreating back to her hotel, Harper took a selfie in front of Mathias’ door and sent it to Kyle. Her husband finally replied:
You don’t have the guts
At that moment, two significant things happened. Harper came to understand that Kyle wanted her to have sex with Mathias, and the door to the suite opened.
If the moment had been intentional for Harper, she wouldn’t have worn such a stupid expression on her face, but it wasn’t intentional. On Mathias’ part, he was surprised to see her but still presented the unflappable coolness he always had. Harper thought about how unlucky it was that he would open the door at that moment. Her brain tried to tell her how bad the situation was, but her body thought different. She could already feel the baser parts of her being stirring in anticipation of something she told herself would never happen.
It wasn’t luck, or at least not random happenstance that led Mathias to open the door. He was still awake, and he heard the characteristic clack of Harper’s “fuck me” heels as she stopped in front his door. It was possible, in a synchronistic way, that the prophetically named heels were doing their job.
“Hello.” said Mathias plainly. He could easily tell Harper was feeling out of her depth.
“H-hi.” she said.
“Did you want to come in?”
“Yes!” she thought but didn’t say a word. After a long, silent interval, a creeping sense of how inconsiderate and awkward she was being overcame her hesitance. Harper let her body lead her, automatically, and walked into the suit.
“I had fun tonight; spending time with you.” he offered. Harper still clearly had no idea what to say. “If you need to call it a night, I can help you get a car. But you’re welcome to stay.”
She barely comprehended what he was saying. She stood and stared at him and tried to slow her breathing. He looked good, still in the same dark slacks as earlier, but his collared shirt was replaced by a snug white T-shirt that showed off his body. Harper felt silly looking at him and then pretending she wasn’t. For the first time, she felt a shyness with Mathias. When they first met, she told herself that their acquaintance was only professional, and when that changed, she told herself it was only a game with no real risk. Those simple little lies kept her safe and allowed her to indulge in a flirtation that was totally out of character for her; even in college or on dating apps, she was never like this.
It seemed incredible to Harper that Kyle would want this result, for his wife to actually have sex with his boss, but everything Kyle did that evening told her it was true. It wasn’t as though she was an unwilling participant to what was happening, but she held onto the belief that Kyle’s fantasy ended at the point that things became really real. It was only a fun game. She could flaunt her conspicuous desire for a man who wasn’t her husband right in front of him, but it always happened with the safety net of knowing where things would stop. Now, she understood there was no safety net, because Kyle’s fantasy extended well beyond the hypothetical. It made Harper raw. She always wanted to please the man she married, but there was no way she could go through this for his sake.
Mathias still waited patiently for her reply.
“I think we should go take our clothes off.” said Harper, her voice matter of fact. If it was going to happen, it had to be for her own sake.
Harper’s easiest path forward was blunt assertiveness; the same direct attitude she used to get through stressful moments in her professional life. There wasn’t time for her to sort through the feelings she had over her revelation. So, those thoughts would have to be pushed to the backburner. The immediate choice was whether or not she was going to have sex with Mathias, and she found that the more she pushed thoughts about Kyle from her mind, the easier the decision became.
Mathias allowed the door to close and, without ceremony, led her to the suite’s primary bedroom. They didn’t touch as they crossed the suite. Harper was swept up in the unreality of the situation, feeling as though her actions were someone else’s. She unlocked her phone and messaged Kyle that she was going to bed and switched on the “do not disturb” function. Whatever happened or didn’t happen she would tell her husband, eventually, but that could wait. There were other things on her mind.
It fascinated Harper that she and Mathias had progressed to this point. Sure, there was no denying the sexual interest she had for him, but now they were alone; two consenting adults moving towards a clear end. They found each other standing on opposite sides of his room with the large bed and its pristine, white thousand-thread-count duvet between them. The room was sleek and modern with moody low light coming from the baseboards. This was obviously a bad idea, but, in that moment, Harper was guided by a lower order of needs.
She started with the buttons of her blouse and Mathias followed suit; not rushing. He slipped off his T-shirt and watched Harper as she untucked the blouse from her high-waisted skirt. Harper couldn’t hide her blushing, the telltale pinking on her cheeks and her upper chest. She stared at him and watched his eyes cast over her as she let her blouse drop to the floor, exposing her breasts. Next, she slipped off her shoes and again Mathias mirrored her actions, removing his socks in tandem. And next they removed their belts. And then they were in their underwear. And then they were naked.
They both climbed on the bed, but each kept to their own side. Haper was still too timid, and Mathias let her set the pace. She studied his body with brazen curiosity, liking how he looked. He was muscular, but not in some self-obsessed, gym bro way; She would later learn his particularly well-developed midsection and thighs were a product of years of rowing. He once held out aspirations of being a top rower, but even decades after giving up on those dreams, he still continued the habit. But, as admirable as his musculature was, her eyes were drawn to something different. Harper was captivated by his penis and the promise it held for her. It had been years since she’d seen any man who wasn’t Kyle naked, and Mathias was a particularly impressive example of the sex.
Eventually, her gaze broke away from his endowment when she noticed his eyes perusing her form.
“I hate my breasts.” said Harper defensively, watching his eyes fall upon them.
“I don’t see why.” said Mathias. He had to hold himself from chuckling. After the long, quiet, sex-laden atmosphere they cultivated, it was a surprising way for her to break the silence.
“I know it’s probably only run-of-the-mill body image issues, but they aren’t huge and kinda hang, even though I’m twenty-four and my areolas are too big.”
Mathias laid and listened and gazed at the young woman’s stellar body while she explained why she wasn’t that attractive. Harper was trying to talk through her nerves, but the agitation wouldn’t subside. At least she stopped herself from complaining about the lines of cellulite on her hips.
“Sorry. I guess I’m nervous.” she admitted. Mathias nodded understandingly. “Maybe I’m just trying to scare you off. This is crazy.”
“Is it your first time with someone older?” he asked, gently.
“Yes, but that’s not a problem. I’m in Germany for the conference and you’re my — roommate’s boss, and I just didn’t see it coming. Or I did but couldn’t admit it.”
“I could fire him if that would help.”
Harper laughed harder at his joke than she probably should have before adding, “Well, that would make things simpler. We can put a pin in that idea.”
She relaxed into fresh conversation with Mathias. He was easy to talk to. They talked for a while about nothing important, allowing Harper to get past her nerves. It wasn’t any different than their previous discussions, except they were naked.
“I’m assuming I wouldn’t be the first younger woman for you?” she said, loosening the tight bun of hair on the back of her head.
“I’m not going to sugarcoat my past. But I’d say you’re a special case. Besides the people working for me, I don’t interact with many twenty-somethings. Though, that wasn’t true when I was in my thirties. But I’m older now, and more mature. Hopefully.”
His smile really killed her. She felt butterflies and became aware of her nakedness and crimsoned from the awareness.
“If we’re going to do this, I need to set some ground rules. Condoms are a must and, even with one, you can’t come in me. I’m not on birth control, and I’m mortally afraid of a surprise. What else? You’re a grownup, so, I assume I don’t need to tell you not to leave marks. No anal. Oh, and — I’m looking at this as a one- night thing. To keep it simple.” she said, and her nervousness gave way to desire.
“That’s fine.” he said.
“I don’t know how to start.”
“Come here.” His voice was simple, welcoming, and the words freed Harper from her sanctuary at the far edge of the bed. Her inhibitions began to shed and she crawled towards Mathias.
Mathias took Harper in his arms. His fingers ran along her bare flesh and her skin goosepimpled in response. His touch electrified her body. She felt the hot rush of blood move to her pubic mound as she aroused. Then they kissed. It started gently, but they were each very excited, and their kissing escalated with hot, crescendoing intensity. She breathed quaveringly through her nose while tasting his lips and enjoying the satisfying scratch of his late-night stubble on her tender skin. He was good at kissing. Harper mindlessly strayed her hands across his body; his firm chest, the hair on his abs, and something farther down. Mathias could feel a smile cross her lips when her hand found his penis. His shaft stiffened confidently as she started to massage it.
Harper’s breathing quickened as Mathias explored her body. He ran one strong hand down her back until it found her ass and grasped an ample handful. His opposite hand played over her breasts, and Harper’s nipples constricted to firm points from the delightful sensation. They continued to kiss, and Harper felt she might be close to an orgasm even though Mathias’ had yet to find his way to her most intimate of places. She jealously held his erection with both hands and softly stroked him while her hips mirrored the rolling movements that she embellished upon him.
Harper wanted more, and Mathias could tell. He flipped her onto her back in one firm move, and she giggled playfully, not quite realizing how quickly things were progressing. When Harper regained her bearings, she expected to feel Mathias’ lips on her once more, and she soon would. Mathias was between her legs, trailing kisses down the inside of her left thigh. Caught in the languorous stupor of her own arousal, she laid and watched as his lips got closer and closer to her vagina. He looked delicious; with broad shoulders and his usually-perfect silver hair which was rumpled from their foreplay. Harper wanted this before she believed it was even a possibility. It’s why the patch of dark hair between her legs was more neatly trimmed than usual. It was what she dreamed of during the impromptu masturbatory session with her electric razor’s handle.
“MW-ahh!” she muttered, unable to keep her composure when his mouth finally met her vagina.
He used his tongue to part the outer lips then traced a euphoric line to her clitoris. She could barely endure what Mathias was doing to her and instinctively clutched his head as he stirred his tongue inside of her. She could have orgasmed right then and there but was far too self-conscious to come directly on Mathias’ face.
Fighting her body’s wants, Harper pushed Mathias out from between her legs and sat up. If she wasn’t going to orgasm yet, at least there was another craving she could finally satiate.
Harper was on all-fours, her face low to Mathias’ lap and she once again massaged his large erection, but now she coupled those satisfying strokes with slow, adoring kisses which she rendered on the large head of his cock. It might have been because of pheromones or the fact that his size put her husband to shame but, for whatever reason, Harper was enthralled by Mathias’ penis, and the demure affections she gave it quickly devolved into a messy, pornographic exhibition.
Harper spat and licked and slobbered her lips along his significant shaft before dropping down to bathe his sack with her tongue. She gripped him firmly and ran her hands along his saliva-lubricated erection. In her enthusiasm, she tried taking him down her throat but could only manage a fraction of his length. Harper gagged herself and had to stop and withdrawal and catch her breath.
While she sprawled back on the bed coughing and feeling inadequate, Mathias looked down at her spittle-slicked face with a sympathetic smile. Of the many women he had been with, the only one who had taken a sizable portion of him down her throat was his ex-wife. He’d occasionally wondered if he may have avoided the regrettable marriage entirely if his ex was unable to perform that one party trick.
As Harper recovered, she stared absently at Mathias. He was turned away from her for some reason. The entire atmosphere felt fun to Harper as her body buzzed with arousal, but she didn’t quite realize what was happening until he turned back. Then he was standing over her and unrolling a condom over his firm cock. Her legs were parted, and he was situated between them, and the stupidly obvious trajectory of what they were about to do suddenly struck Harper. Reality broke her free of her revelry, and a dozen anxious thoughts flooded her mind:
He’s about to have sex with me.
I’m married. I’M MARRIED!
Calm down, Kyle’s alright with this.
But he doesn’t really know I’m here.
God, I want this.
Kyle understands, he wants it himself.
He’s such a dumbass.
But I’m not doing this for him.
I want it so fucking bad.
I’d be here even if Kyle didn’t want this, wouldn’t I.
I’d cheat on him for this man.
I am cheating on him.
I have a husband and I’m about to have sex with someone else.
I need it.
Maybe I could keep it a secret.
Harper, you are a terrible wife.
Am I really going to do this?
It would become one of the most indelible moments of Harper’s life; the significant lingering interstice of Mathias hovering over her. She was, for so many reasons, terrified but still watched him with wide-eyed wonder as he drew nearer her surrendering body. He balanced over her on one powerful arm and took his dick in hand and teased it along the dewy entrance of her vagina. Harper went still, paralyzed, as the thing she both feared and desired most was about to happen. And then, it started.
The head of Mathias’ penis rested against the threshold of Harper’s vaginal entrance. After months of fantasies and flirtations and Harper deceiving herself into thinking it would never happen, he pressed his hips forward and entered her. Harper’s head bent back severely, stretching the front of her neck to an extreme attitude. She squirmed and grasped at the duvet cover, her body overwhelmed by the ecstatic thrill of feeling him enter her. It felt incredible at first, but as he pushed deeper–
“Shit! I’m sorry, slower! Slow!” Harper shouted, pressing her palms forcibly against his firm chest.
Unbelievable to her, for the first time in a long time, she was experiencing pain from a man penetrating her. Mathias was a mindful lover and quickly slowed to almost a stop at her urging. The situation wasn’t totally foreign to him, but Harper was well lubricated, and he was only about halfway in and definitely not touching her cervix. The discomfort was mostly because she was unaccustomed to the thickness of his penis and, as he gradually delved deeper within her, she learned that, maybe, her sexual experience was not as “wide ranging” as she’d previously believed.
“Do you need to stop?” He asked, watching the strained look on her face.
It was obvious to Mathias how stiffly her vagina clamped down on his penis. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe his or any man’s anatomy could “ruin” a woman through intercourse, but he didn’t want to put Harper through discomfort.
“No! But– m-maybe we switch positions.” said Harper, wading through a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure.
Mathias pulled out of her and sat on the edge of the bed. His erection protruded intimidatingly before him, and Harper noticed that only the top half of it was wetted with her fluids. She climbed off the bed and stood in front of him wearing only the awkward smile on her face. He sat with his legs over the side. Harper climbed onto him, straddling his lap. He was leaned back slightly, balancing on his arms which allowed the Harper to go at her own pace. His penis rested against her belly, much higher than she would have guessed.
Harper wanted to continue, but now the logistics of the endeavor were her responsibility. She stood on her knees, a position which would have easily allowed her to accept her husband, but there wasn’t enough clearance. Next, she tried propping herself on one leg while still kneeling with the other. It could have worked, there was enough room, but the position felt awkward, and she worried she might slip and cause a problem. The irony of her fear of getting suddenly impaled by Mathias’ cock was not lost on Harper, and she laughed to herself as she found an angle that would work.
What she decided on was to squat down onto him in a position that was killer on her glutes. She rested one hand on his chest and aligned herself with his penis and lowered herself slowly. By degrees, she took him inside her vagina. The head of his cock felt good, and Harper allowed herself to dip down farther. And that felt even better. Pleasure and curiosity coaxed her on. She began to move up and down, taking him deeper on each descent. She teased the limit of what she could handle. The lower she dropped the more the pressure and her arousal increased.
Harper’s hands were pressed flat on his chest to help control her drop as she edged his down his dick. When she got low enough, she adjusted herself, carefully getting her knees beneath her. Their eyes met. Harper was pleased to see the enjoyment on Mathias’ face; the cracks in his usual reserved demeanor were showing. He felt incredible and she looked incredible, and he knit his brow and nodded approvingly as started to she undulated on him.
There was still a bit to go. She swayed her hips, working lower and lower as her body adjusted to accept him. It was like fireworks for Harper; fiery sparks of pleasure that were nearly unendurable. But she kept going, down, down, down; millimeter by millimeter until her butt was perched on his lap. She stopped moving, giving her quivering body a chance to acclimate to the colossal dick that was rooted inside.
Mathias sat up to meet Harper, taking her face in his hands and kissing her. It took an iron will from him to wait so patiently while she took him inside. Their lips touched gently, belying the smoldering arousal they both felt. She hooked her arms around his neck, and his hands grasped her ass. Her hips made the tiniest, infinitesimal circles possible as she worked up the guts to do more than that. It was going to happen. Harper couldn’t put it off forever. She finally took the dive, lifting and lowering herself upon him in a shattering circuit.
“HUH!” she sighed as her thighs clapped flat against him.
Harper had only moments before she was going to come. She lifted herself up once more, and that was all it took.
“Oh! MM — AHHHH!” she cried.
Her arms went stiff, and her body shuddered as she slid helplessly into her climax. Any pain was a distant memory. She moaned whorishly as her orgasm throbbed with burning deliciousness. Some small part of her felt bed for Kyle as she found herself limp, cradled in Mathias’ arms while the spasms of the orgasm twitched her body until the climax passed.
The two of them were still, held in one another’s embrace.
After a quiet moment, Mathias adjusted himself slightly. It was nothing sexual, only a correction of the unsteady angle he was in after catching Harper. But his penis kept its firm position deep inside her, and the small movement communicated an important point to Harper. They were just getting started.
To that point, it was only Harper testing the waters. She had a massive orgasm, but Mathias was mostly idle while she figured out how sex was going to work with him. Now, the idleness was ended. His warm hands played over her soft skin and his lips met hers as he roused the young woman from her languor. The excitement built once more. Harper returned his kisses. She mewed meekly when he began to shift his hips, moving the large erection which widely split her vagina.
This time Harper was ready for him, at least a little bit. She pushed away from his kiss, and Mathias allowed himself to lie back on the bed. Harper stayed upright, giving him a roguish smile. She lifted herself a few inches and dropped back down. Then she did it again, and again. Mathias watched as Harper’s vagina went up and down on his firm erection. The fit was so snug that each time she lifted herself, her labia lagged behind; a glossy pink ring protruding slightly from her vagina as it gripped his massive cock. It seemed like every time she moved, her body wanted to orgasm.
Sensing Harper’s increasing comfort, Mathias took hold of her round hips and thrust up to meet her. The momentum increased, and his thrusts developed into strong, almost violent upward strikes. Harper allowed herself to be bounced upon him, her breasts shaking immodestly each time they clapped together.
He sat up and took her in his arms, and the pair kissed and pushed into each other, their hips moving emphatically. Every so often, Harper’s movements would halt, and her body would tremble. She orgasmed repeatedly. They weren’t as big as the first climax Mathias gave her, but they came in quick succession; one after another. It wasn’t something she had ever experienced before. On rare occasion she came twice while having sex, but sex with Mathias felt fundamentally different. Parts of her which had never been stimulated were triggered with each movement.
It was incredible but it was also something she needed to fight through. Harper’s desire to be excellent at everything she did easily extended to the bedroom and, after all that led to this moment, she would have hated herself for performing poorly. By the sixth or seventh orgasm, she was able to continue rolling her hips through the quaking elations.
As for Mathias, he had fully yielded to the experience, and was ravenously enjoying in the delights of Harper, touching and tasting and inhaling her while she rode his hard penis. He took her by the waist and turned her down onto the bed, switching their position so that she lay beneath his broad frame.
“H-uh-uhhhh.” she moaned, finishing another small orgasm.
In deference of her obvious sensitivity, Mathias slowed their pace once he took control. But, even with the reduced speed, he could feel his arousal building. Harper’s repeated orgasms were taking their toll on him as well. It already felt great inside of her, but each time she tensed up, the sensation became elevated significantly; and that was aside from the enticement added by her charming yet lewd expressions and lusty verbalizations. None of Harper’s reactions were embellished, and they didn’t need to be. Every face she made and every sound that escaped her lips was a pure reaction to a profound sexual experience.
Mathias sheathed his dick completely within Harper’s vagina and grinded against her in an experienced, reciprocating motion. She had never felt anything like it, at once totally filled while his pubic crest massaged her clitoris. With the new position, her string of small orgasms had ceased, but her pleasure was far from over. Harper’s abdomen tightened and shuddered as the excitement mounted within.
“You’re driving me nuts! God, your body is so damn gorgeous.” She mewed while indulging in the view of his taut muscles. He pressed into her, and a feeble expression crossed Harper’s face and she trembled fiercely.
“OHHH!! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!!!” she wailed. Harper’s inescapable orgasm possessed her with a rapturous violence which she had never felt before. It took her with such intensity that she became oblivious to the world outside of her pleasure. Her erotic, twisting body incited Mathias. He breathed heavily and reddened and bucked hard into Harper’s quivering vagina.
He thought of how sexy she was when she sought him out earlier that night. Her willingness to flaunt before everyone how much she wanted him. And he thought of how sexy she was now, her eyes bleary with arousal and her siren’s body beaconing him with its glorious sweat-wetted curves. He could feel the warm, satisfying thrum of her orgasm echoing through her and into him and knew his time was near. He held it back one moment longer, allowing Harper to land her climax. But there wasn’t much time.
Mathias withdrew from her and tore off the condom, planning to finish himself while She recovered, but she saw what was happening and wouldn’t abide it. In a flash, she slid down to meet him, taking his erection in her willing hands while her crotch still pulsed enjoyably. Harper kissed and licked him and swirled her hands around his thick cock with lustful vigor. It made her terribly happy to see the passion on his face.
Mathias’ hips jerked in a violent motion that preceded his orgasm. Then it happened all at once. He groaned mightily and hot discharges of semen gushed from him. Harper continued her self-assigned task, dutifully massaging his ejaculating penis while he covered her face and hair with his fluids. She kept her eyes open the whole time, staring at him with a deep possessive resolve as she relished his orgasm.
Afterwards, she fell back onto the bed with a self-satisfied grin on her ejaculate-covered face. Her body felt vibrant, awakened.
“Wow! You came so much.” said Harper, checking the state of her face with her phone’s camera. She was a verifiable mess. Even without the semen, and there was a ton of it, she would not have passed amongst decent company. Her lipstick was half gone, likely smudged off on Mathias’ dick. Her eyes and nose were pink and dripping. And she had streaks of gray down her cheeks from her eyeliner and mascara. “Were you saving up?”
He laid beside her and said, “It has been a while, actually.”
“Your lack of practice didn’t show.” she dropped her voice conspiratorially. “You might be really good at sex.”
“It was terrific, but I’d probably attribute that more to compatibility than my prowess.”
She eventually forced herself up and walked to the bathroom while he reclined, spent and happy. Mathias enjoyed watching her naked body move about his room, for the first time she seemed totally relaxed. Harper was going to washup but allowed the water in the sink to run for a moment. She needed to clean up and leave and figure out how and when to tell Kyle. Did she really have to tell him? What a stupid thing to consider. He wanted to know. Then, as she watched herself in the mirror, she did something. It might have been because of curiosity or some perverse sense of sentimentality, but before she started to wash her face, she daubed a fingertip in Mathias’ come and tasted it. What a silly thing. There was nothing special about it, his semen tasted like every other man’s that she’d ever been with. But then, she tasted it again, and then once more before finally cleaning herself.
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