** Autor's note: Looking forward to this weekend and the release of Tell Me if I Need to Stop: Part 4. It's kind of a pivotal chapter in the story. But, in the mean time, here's a little treat to tide you over. And to a specific someone, sorry, sorry, sorry, you knew I would post this one eventually, and it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission (that's what got us into this mess after all). -LV**
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Even half-asleep the woman could tell it who it was, and more importantly, who it wasn't that stepped into her room. He stood at the dark foot of her bed and waited quietly. There was a dull thud as the metal clasp of his belt landed on the carpet. She was fully awake at that and listened as he stripped his clothes. It had to be a joke. He made one comment earlier in the night and she foolishly played along, but it was only a joke. They always got like this with their jibes about how hot she was or how they wished they could find a woman like her. And she always shut them down, letting them know they should focus on women their own age.
One of the lackeys probably dared him to sneak up there. She could still hear the two of them talking loudly in the kitchen. The woman was curious how far he would take this. Why did she humor him, even if it was only once? It had to be a joke. But then, she felt a rush of cool air on her naked back when he lifted the comforter and slid in behind her on the bed.
"You can't be serious?" she whispered sharply.
He didn't need to answer. Their bodies touched and several things became clear. He was completely serious, and she was waiting in her room just like she said — totally naked with the door unlocked. They laid on their sides, spooning. He wrapped his arm around her and took one of her breasts in his rough hand. His rising erection was hot as it played across the soft skin of her ass. They certainly weren't flirting anymore. She kept her body stiff, not inviting his advances any further, but didn't protest. He correctly assumed that she wanted to be convinced, and he'd been working to convince her since the day he arrived.
In an almost-hypnotized state, she stared at the red digital readout of her side-table clock. It was exactly 1 P.M. when he moved his right hand from her breast down to her bush. She pinched her legs together with vise-like firmness and bent at the hips in a weak attempt to foil his advances. The woman was still living under some strange self-deception that she didn’t want things go any further. She continued watching the clock and it shamed her. What felt like an eternity of her defending her integrity, was confirmed by its red numbers to be less than two minutes. Her growing agitation made it clear she wanted this just as much as he did. Her muscles relaxed and she let her legs parted just a little. It was more than enough of an invitation.
The quiet of the room was ruined by the indecent squelching sound it made. The man's strong thick fingers moved inside the woman's vagina and her body squirmed helplessly as he stirred her from deep within. Instinctively, she reached back and took his hard cock in her hand, circling along his length. His other arm held her close, gripping her soft maternal breasts. Her body twitched and she held her mouth closed hoping to stay quiet, even though she knew he wouldn't keep their secret.
They became base creatures, completely overtaken by primal urges. She arced her head back and let out low, pleading sounds. It was hot under the blankets and quickly grew muggy and damp with the lovers' comingling sweat. He continued his assault between the woman's legs, massaging the sensitive place below her wet, matted pubes, working his fingers in and out. The covers trapped the heavy profane scent of her sex, driving the man wild.
She watched his eyes, every day since he arrived, the unashamed, predatory way he stared at her preoccupied her thoughts. It should have scared her. She played it off, even knowing what his intentions were. The real trouble was her inability or unwillingness to hide that she wanted the same thing. All the times she let herself get cornered by him, making the morning coffee in just a towel, or grabbing a top from the laundry room in only her bra. She needed someone like him and let him know the only way she could.
There would be hell to pay for this.
He pulled his hand from her crotch and held his wet fingers to her nose and pushed them in her mouth. All of her superiority, the proud veneer of the "Woman of the House" evaporated as he fouled her face and mouth with her own carnal secretions. She embraced the degradation, humming with pleasure as she licked his fingers clean. None of it mattered to her, the position she held in the world, the standoffish airs she maintained to hide her true self. In that moment, all that mattered was gratification, his and hers.
The woman let go of his erect penis and pushed her ass back, but only a tiny bit. He didn't need the hint, but he enjoyed the confirmation of just how much she wanted him. He angled his body so his cock pointed down, resting against the back of her closed thighs. She opened her legs, and his dick sprang up between them, he found the area well lubricated, and when she closed her legs once more, trapping him comfortably between her thighs, he began moving his hips, and his solid shaft grooved along the charged entrance to her vagina.
Her hips began to circle, provoking the man. His hands moved in an eager frenzy as they studied her body. She held her arms up out of the way, hands folded against the back of her head, to give him easy access to her soft curves. He prodded her hips and ass and belly and breasts until his appetite overflowed. Then the man grabbed her shoulder and pushed her forward, the two of them frantic with anticipation. He pushed his cock into her in one firm motion, and she groaned candidly as he filled her. He took her by the hips and began his visceral movements. It was a simple position, one she'd experienced many times, but this was different.
There was nothing nuanced in what he did, but it mattered little. She never felt like this before, not once in her life. A flare of excitement shot through her, and she found herself pushing her hips back to meet each of his thrusts.
"Why did we wait so long for this? AHHHHH!!!" she said.
As he increased his intensity, her low whines were replaced with loud degenerate cries. She could hear his friends laughing at her exclamations from the kitchen. With no more reason to worry about secrecy, she let go her last vestiges of decorum. The woman tore off the covers and slapped his hip, letting him know she wanted something different. He paused his motion.
The moon was out now, and its soft pale light peeked through the bedside window. The man watched her, seeing her naked curves for the first time in the dim blueish light. She got on hands and knees with her hips spread wide, so she was low and close to the bed. Even the other man gave her enjoyment in this position, and she wanted to feel it with her new lover. He took his position behind her. Her face and chest rested on the bed, so her vagina angled up towards him. He pushed his dick down and into her and she learned she wasn't wrong about the position. She let out a loud, reverberating moan as he entered her. At that point she probably sounded like a caricature but cared little — she was in survival mode.
The man was mesmerized by her thick ass. He watched with mounting pleasure as the waves of his thrusts echoed through its cheeks each time their bodies clapped together. He grasped the woman's hips, and his thrusts became shallower and shallower as her vagina contracted utterly around his erection.
"oh — oh — Oh! — OHHHH!! GODDDD!!!!" she cried.
Her body stilled for a moment before the shudders of her orgasm overcame her. The man arrived at the same time and in the brutality of his arrival he pushed the woman flat on the bed. Her climax was incredible, one of a kind in her life, and was heightened by the sensation of being pinned down while the man's surging erection shoved into her rapturing vagina.
Moments passed and he eventually rolled off of her and the two of them found one another laying face to face on the bed. He placed a hand on her face and pulled her forward into a kiss. It wasn't until that moment that the woman realized how much trouble she was in.
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