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Title: Caught
Author: Sara
Keywords: Fm, cheat
   When she came in, my hair was incredibly messed up, hanging in my eyes.
Your semen was drying on my lips and cheek and in my auburn hair that fell
to my shoulders.
   She took one look and saw that your beautiful cock was deep in my
trimmed pussy.  I was riding you, but I froze.  It was pointless to cover
up.  I could feel you growing soft, felt the heat rise in your body, the
shame.
   I glanced at you, and your face was flickering with emotion, your sharp
bright blue eyes opening and closing rapidly.  I laid a hand on your bare
chest.  I gently squeezed your cock with my pussy, massaging it hard again.
She stood in the doorway, and her anger coursed through the room.
   "Fuck this," she muttered at last, and slammed the door.  I could hear
her footsteps as they pounded down the staira, the front door as it slammed
and she was gone from the apartment.
   I felt you shaking with your emotion.  I knew you love her, knew that it
was probably wrong of me to seduce you when I knew she might come home
early.  I hadn't meant for her to catch us.  But I wanted you.  How can I
tell you how much I wanted you, or how long I had watched you together with
my heart eaten up by jealousy?
   My pussy kept up its massage of your cock, my hands coursed through your
black hair.  I thought to myself, "One day he will be salt-and-pepper
beautiful." But all I said to you was, "I'm sorry.  Do you hate me?"
   You were gently thrusting into me.  Silent.
   "Please," I urged you.
   Your face tightened, then cleared.  "No," you said, your cock growing
longer in me.  Soon it would reach my cervix.  "I can't hate you.  I love
you."
   That was the first time you had said that to me.  I paused, moved.  I
studied your face for signs of dishonesty.  There were none.  I leaned
towards you and kissed you gently on your perfect mouth.
   Then you were suddenly ravenous for me, and you spun me on to my back,
took my ankles in your hands, lifted them, spread me, and drove your cock
home into me.
   "Home." I mean that, my love.  Your cock belongs in me.
   "I love you," you said, pounding my pussy.  I felt your cock sliding
between my labia, against my clit, against my G-spot, even.  But it was the
feeling of your balls slapping my ass that set me off on my orgasm.  I bit
you, the need for secrecy gone now.  I left marks.  You didn't stop me. 
You held my hands over my head and I wrapped my legs around you and fucked
back at you while you raped me and I came again and again until you finally
whispered, "Jesus...  I'm coming."
   I freed my right hand (you still held my left over my head, your
prisoner and slave), but I clutched your ass hard with my right, drove you
deeper, scratched your ass with my nails, held you inside.
   When you had finished coming, I dipped my finger into my own pussy, and
brought your come to my lips and looked you in the eye as I tasted you.
   "You like that, huh?"
   "Yeah.  I love your come."
   "That's so sexy."
   "Your bitch girlfriend doesn't eat you, baby?  What do you think of
that?"
   "She's never gonna be as sexy as you." I felt my pride, my desire,
overflowing.
   "So I'm your hot little bitch, now?  I'm your little come-eating bitch,
your fuck-toy?" We were grinning at one another.  Your hands on my face
were so tender now.
   "You and only you." You were getting hard again.  I held your cock in my
hand, gently stroking you hard.
   "You want me in the ass, now?  Does she let you fuck her ass?"
   "No."
   "You want to come in my ass?"
   "Yeah.  I really want that, baby.  I want to feel like a god in you."
   "You are.  Put your cock in me.  Give it all to me." It turns me on how
hard you come when you come in my ass.  I looked over my shoulder at you as
you smeared lubricant on your cock and into my ass, "You make me come so
hard when you fuck my ass." -------------------
   I knew I would have to pay the piper.  She came back to the apartment
that night.  She didn't say a word.  She just went to her room and started
packing.  I was ready when she came down the stairs.
   She came into the kitchen with a suitcase in each hand.
   "I just want to say," she said in a steely voice, "Fuck you.  I fucking
hate you."
   I was calm.  "That's your right," I said evenly.  "But people can't
control their desires.  He loves me, and he wants me." I didn't mention
that I had seen to that with my mouth, my hands, my words, my pussy, and my
ass.
   "I bet he does," she said, and she was heading for the door.
   She turned and looked at me for a strange moment.  "Goodbye, mom.  Fuck
you."
  
Caught