Help Around The House - Part 4
(MF,VOY,INTERR,NC)
© 1999 by B. Peale. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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"Mr. Watson," she said indignantly. "I do not know who you think you are talking to, or what you expect to happen..."
I cut her off. "I 'think' I'm talking to a woman that works for me who I stumbled upon fondling my child. A woman who I doubt could stay employed, let alone remain in this country, if I decide to pursue this," I said firmly.
She grew pale. I'd struck a nerve. There'd been defiance initially; now I saw...fear? No, that was too strong. Concern? Yes, that was it. She didn't want trouble.
"Hmmm...seems like you're over a barrel there, Kathleen. I think we can probably come to some sort of agreement, though, don't you?" I asked innocently, continuing to stroke my cock as it thickened. Nodding, she dropped her head.
"Come over here!" I commanded sharply.
She shuffled over, her lip quivering slightly. When she looked up, the resignation, disgust and hatred I saw in her eyes almost made me cum right then.
"It's your choice. Either take off your clothes, or go upstairs and pack your bags. I don't want to talk anymore."
Without meeting my eyes, she lifted her shirt over her head, kicked off her shoes, and slid out of her skirt and panties. My breath hitched now that she was actually standing naked here in front of me. She was beautiful. Not a wrinkle on her anywhere, save for around her nipples, which had crinkled tightly either from the sudden exposure to the air conditioning or from fear. Her stomach was flat and her hips were narrow; it was clear that she'd never borne children. He breasts were compact, like swollen little apples on an otherwise smooth surface. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and her hooded clit small and partially hidden, not yet aroused. That would change soon enough.
"Turn around," I said hoarsely.
She did, and I got to admire a truly marvelous ass. Round and tight, her rear and back were as smooth and flawless as her front. I could not believe that this woman was at my mercy. My cock twitched at the thought.
"Bend over and spread your ass cheeks."
I couldn't resist walking around to look at her face; I wanted to see the humiliation in her face. I know if she'd been lighter, she would have been beet red with embarrassment. My cock was killing me; pretty soon, I'd be able to cum without even touching myself. I planned to be buried deep in her way before then.
I moved back around her and sat between her ass cheeks. Leaning in, I touched my tongue to her asshole, and she jumped.
"Get back in position!" I barked.
Reluctantly, she did, and I resumed my probe of her ass with my tongue. She had a musky, tangy taste, but not unpleasant. Steadily I ran my tongue around her asshole, pushing it slightly past her anal ring, and then working it around again. After several minutes I noticed that she was gripping her ass cheeks tighter, but she still hadn't made a sound. Good. I wanted to rip an orgasm out of her. I could smell her pussy getting wet.
"Stand up and turn around," I said, slapping her ass a little harder than I needed to. She let out a little yelp, but did as she was told. There was a new emotion sharing space in her eyes with the other three now: arousal.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, so that her legs straddled mine and my cock pointed toward her pussy. I maneuvered her down so that my cock head pressed against her outer lips, and her wonderful little tits were in my face. Hungrily I nibbled at them, biting down on her nipples and swirling my tongue over them. They must have been incredibly sensitive, because in no time she was writhing over my cock. I pulled back so I could see her face. Lust had replaced everything else.
She was almost where I wanted her. I attacked her nipples again, letting my cock head push firmly against her pussy lips. When she began to thrash her head back and forth, I released the nipple in my mouth, leaned back, and put my hands behind my head.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If you'd like to stop now, I'll understand," I said, trying to sound remorseful.
The look in her eyes changed from lust to pure hatred.
I chuckled. "I'll tell you what; why don't you do whatever you'd like," I offered, closing my eyes.
She didn't have to be invited twice. Her clit poked out prominently now, and her pussy was swollen from excitement. The pink inner lips stood out starkly against the darkness of her skin. From the amount of moisture seeping out, I had a pretty good idea what her choice would be. I wondered how she would deal with it, remembering her frustration with the dildo the night before.
Resuming her position straddling me, she slowly lowered herself onto the head of my cock. It took a lot of effort to work it in, and she had to be careful not to push to hard, for fear of slipping and impaling herself. After several torturous moments, the head finally pressed through. Holy shit, she was tight! I tossed my head back and my eyes rolled around in my head. It felt like my cock head was lodged in warm pudding; soft all around, but gripped firmly. I looked at her and I saw my cock was having a similar effect on her. Her nipples stuck straight out and she was shaking slightly.
Being the nice guy that I am, I decided to help things along. Without warning, I spread my feet wide, knocking her off balance. My cock head already firmly in place, she slid down the length of my cock, hitting bottom with the resounding smack of flesh on flesh as our crotches met. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her entire body convulsed as conflicting waves of pain and pleasure wracked her mercilessly, her pussy tightening around my cock with each spasm.
In a sense, I'd had an orgasm building since last night when I first saw her. It was as if I hadn't cum in years. Effortlessly I grabbed her hips, lifting her up and pulling her down, forcing myself into her, feeling my cock swell as I came close to erupting.
"Please! Stop!" she whimpered raggedly. "I can't take much more!"
Her pleas were all that I needed to push me over. With a final thrust I buried my cock in up to the hilt and unloaded. I must have hit a new spot, because she arched her back and leaned back, almost falling off. I held on tight, cum spilling out, until finally, I was able to gently lift her off, my cock sliding out of her. Wobbly, she stood, as if waking from a dream, and looked at me.
There was nothing in her eyes anymore except devotion.
End.
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