ject: Shopping for Sex (MF, exhib, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: March 11, 2006
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
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Summary:
You know how sometimes it seems that something you dream of but deep down you
know will never happen – happens? Well, that was the case in this situation.
We met at church where he was a Deacon. I was young and single while he was
married with children. I was offered a day of shopping and dinner in exchange
for fulfillment of a fantasy. Sounded like a pretty good deal to me!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Little Annie’s Dad
Chapter 2 – Flirting With Annie’s Dad
Chapter 3 – Some Serious Flirting With Annie’s Dad
Chapter 4 – Horny Roommate
Chapter 5 – Sucking Ian in the Mall Parking Lot
Chapter 6 – Adultery in a Hotel Room
Chapter 1 – Little Annie’s Dad
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For the past three years I've worked at my local church as youth group helper.
During that time I've got to see my "kids" grow up and mature. At the same time
I've also gotten to know their parents and in a few cases, become quite close.
This was the case with Annie and Kevin. Annie was only eleven when I started
and now at fourteen, she had become quite the little hottie. Her brother Kevin
was a couple of years behind and had only moved up into my youth group this past
year. Being only twelve, he was still at that stage where he was pretending to
hate girls but the signs were all there that he was starting to come around.
Annie was one of my more precious girls. It was hard to believe how fast she
had changed from a gangly, shy little girl to a curvy, sexy and outgoing young
teenager. It didn't hurt that she looked at least two or more years older than
she was, especially with all the makeup and the style of clothes she wore.
As much as I loved her, sometimes I couldn't help but be a little jealous of
Annie at times. When I was her age I was way behind most girls when it came to
boob development curve whereas Annie was WAY ahead of all the other girls. She
had to be at least a B cup and maybe even moving into C - and she was only
fourteen! I was barely able to fill out a training bra at her age, a source of
never-ending embarrassment in gym class although it didn't seem to bother the
boys I dated.
Despite her mature looks, Annie was learning to cope with her new hormones and
body features the same as any girl her age. There were more than a few times
when we shared some intimate moments when she would confide in me her new
feelings and insecurities. Now don't read anything into that last statement.
When I say "intimate" I don't mean we did anything sexual – there was never
ANYTHING even remotely like that between us. What I am referring to is
discussing things that normally would be said between a mother and daughter.
The problem was, in Annie's case talking with her mom was out of the question.
Annie's parents were outwardly great people but the more I learned about them,
especially her mother, the more I realized it was not the same at home with
their kids. I felt sorry for Annie since I knew how important it had been for
me growing up to have someone I could trust implicitly with ANYTHING. Of
course, for me that person was my mom which just made it extra special for me.
Since Annie didn't have that sort of relationship with her own mom, I tried the
best I could to help out. My biggest concern was that if Annie didn't have
someone to mentor and guide her through these critical development years, with
her looks and natural sexual magnetism, she would fall prey to the pervs and
jerks who I could already see eying her around town. She may look seventeen but
I knew she was barely fourteen inside.
As the relationship between Annie and I grew closer, I couldn't help but come in
contact more with her parents. Her mom just gave me a cold shoulder but I
didn't take it personal as she treated everyone that way. Even though she was
past her prime, she was still pretty good looking for her age – and knew it. I
imagined that she was one of the girls back in school that looked down on
everyone else. I had her pegged as a damn cheerleader long before I visited
their house and saw one of her high school pictures on the table – in a
cheerleader outfit of course.
What was disturbing to me about Annie's mom was that she still tried to dress
like she was a teenager. To be honest, she came close to carrying it off but
she was starting to show the inevitable signs of age here and there. It must
have been maddening to a woman like her to look in the mirror and see her once
perky boobs lose their battle with gravity and start to sag. Her legs looked
great, again for a woman her age, but I was sure she hated the "for her age"
modifier. She looked at girls like me with jealous eyes but I didn't never took
it personally since all the girls got the same treatment from her.
Annie's dad was a different story. From the first time I introduced myself to
her parents back at the start of my freshman year, Annie's dad had given me "the
look". Every girl knows what I mean when I say that but for sake of the guys,
"the look" is when a man looks at you but you know he's really mentally
undressing you and imaging the things he would like to do with you once those
clothes were out of the way.
Annie's dad was a Deacon in the church and a "pillar of the community" as
someone once introduced him at a church function, so of course he never actually
DID anything. He just looked at me whenever he got the chance and more than a
few times found some excuse to pass close by me in a crowded hallway such that
he "accidentally" bumped in me.
To be fair, Ian wasn't any different from what had to be a least a dozen or more
father's I met at church so I didn't pay any special attention to his antics.
The only time he pushed things was once at a pool party for the youth group. I
was wearing a two piece swim suit which was quite tame by my standards but still
pushed the line when it came to the church dress code.
I noticed that Annie's dad was watching me even more closely than usual and then
towards the end of the party I found out what his real motive was for keeping
such an eye on me. It was only for a brief moment but I saw a camera hidden in
his hand as I exited the pool. I pretended not to notice that I'd seen it and I
smiled as I walked away knowing that he had undoubtedly captured a picture down
my bikini top when I was bent over the pool ladder as I pulled myself out of the
water. I wondered how many other pics he had managed to sneak of me and then I
smiled again to myself as I thought about what he as going to be doing to them
when he got home!
Annie never mentioned anything about her father doing anything to her. We even
discussed the topic of fathers and daughters once after a TV show came out on
child abuse. I tried to question her without being TOO obvious about my true
intentions. It was enough to know that so far as she was concerned, he had
never looked at her "that" way or even tried to sneak a peak at her so I either
he wasn't the type to want to have his own daughter, or he was pretty good at
hiding it.
I my junior year with my boobs finally were capable of filling a C cup, putting
me on par with Annie who was seven years younger than me! At church I noticed
that her dad was paying more attention to me than ever before. Hmmmmm, must be
a boob guy! Actually it made me feel pretty good since in the past I had
depended on a guy being interested in either my ass or legs since my boobs were
nothing to write home about.
As the school year wore on, I saw Annie and her parents almost every week as
they were regular attendees and hardly ever missed church or Wednesday night
services. As such, Annie was one of the more reliable members of her youth
group and I could always depend on her to be there to help out.
I also noticed that her parents didn't seem to be as close to each other as they
had been in the previous years I'd known them. It was subtle, not something
most people would have noticed most likely, but I like to think of myself as
sort of a "connoisseur" when it comes to interpreting people and their moods.
It was just the little things – the way they sat just a little further apart
from each other in church, the missing arm around her as they walked down the
aisle, the rolling of her eyes when he seemed to be trying to talk to her.
It was probably no coincidence that the more distant her parents became with one
another, the more interested her father seemed to be in me. Whereas for the
first couple of years he never even spoke to me, now he never failed to greet me
and we even engaged in some small talk now and then. He protested when I
addressed him as "Mister", insisting that his father was called that and his
name was Ian. I was raised to be respectful to older people so it took a few
reminders from him before I felt comfortable with it although his bitchy wife
gave me the evil eye when I used his first name.
Chapter 2 – Flirting With Annie’s Dad
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All through the fall and Christmas, my "relationship" with Ian was purely
innocent. Sure we flirted but it was more of a tease than anything else. He
began to talk to me more and even complimented me a few times on my appearance
or what I was wearing. He seemed to be less embarrassed if I caught him
looking at me – something he seemed to be doing more and more of as time went
by. Finally one Wednesday night I was sitting in the youth room reading a
lesson plan I was getting ready to give when Ian walked by. Seeing me sitting
there all alone, he came in the room and greeted me.
"Hey Kelly, how are you doing tonight?" he said in a chipper tone of voice.
"Fine Mr. ...oops I mean Ian," I replied.
Ian passed by and then paused to look down at me in my seat. I was sitting in
one of those ridiculously small child seats so he got a pretty good view down my
blouse which was unbuttoned down to my cleavage. I knew he had to be getting an
eyeful, especially since I wasn't wearing a bra. I pretended not to notice and
waited for him to continue.
"Ya know, I just can't comprehend how you girls fit into those jeans!" he said
with a disarming laugh. "Do you just paint them on or what?"
It was probably the most direct question of this type he had ever asked me.
Usually it was just "looking good!" or something like hat. I sensed there was
more to it than that so I stood up in front of him and twisted around for him to
see me.
"Nothing between me and my Calvins!" I said with a sly smile.
Ok, they weren't Calvin, but that didn't really matter. Ian just shook his head
ruefully at me and turned back to go about his business. There was something in
the look he gave me as he walked away that caught my attention. I doubt that
even had anyone else been watching that they would have noticed it but it was
look I'd seen before – one that signaled an interest, even a hunger. Whenever I
saw it I knew how an antelope feels when a hungry tiger is watching it. It was
also the same look my dad gives me when he's REALLY horny.
Until now, whenever I'd caught Ian looking at me I assumed it was no different
than what he probably gave any girl that attracted his interest. It was just an
empty glance preprogrammed in his genes as a response to seeing an attractive
female.
This time it was different, though. This was the first time I felt the weight
of the a more focused version of "the look". It wasn't anything major and
certainly didn't motivate me to start throwing myself at him shamelessly, but it
stuck in my mind for the rest of the evening. It stayed there that night as I
lay in my bed rubbing myself. Every girl likes to know guys find her attractive
but when she sees THAT look, she knows it's more than just appreciation of
beauty!
After that night I started to make myself "available" to Ian more and more. I
was curious to find out if there was really anything to this or if it was just a
one-time sign that I may have even just imagined. It was my turn now to
"accidentally" bump into him in crowded hallways,. I would press my boobs into
his chest – actually more his stomach since he was much taller than me. Then
when I had his attention, I would look into his eyes with my best "doe eyes" and
smile at him before apologizing and stepping back. There were time that I could
almost feel his stare boring into my ass as I walked away from him.
In the meantime, Annie and I had been talking more in private. She confessed
that she was worried about her parents. Her mom was yelling at her dad more and
she was worried about a divorce as her dad had started sleeping in the guest
bedroom lately. She didn't seem to know what the source of the problem was for
sure except that her mother had said something about "canceling the damn
internet service" once under breath after she had stormed out of their study.
Well, I wouldn't have been surprised if Ian hadn't been caught doing something
naughty on the internet. An amazing number of guys I chat with claim to be
married and unhappy with their sex life. Who knows, maybe Ian was one of those
guys! The odds were astronomical but that night when I went back to my room and
logged on I couldn't help but wonder if Ian wasn't lurking behind any of the
profiles.
On the one hand it excited me while on the other hand I felt a bit of
nervousness. In doing what I do on-line, I had always counted on the fact that
the internet was huge and that the odds were almost zilch that anyone would know
who I really was. Sometimes I've thought that maybe I should pretend to be
going to school in a more distant state or list my home town as somewhere else,
just to maintain a bit more privacy.
Although I can't be 100% honest when chatting (there ARE privacy issues to watch
out for), I DO try to keep things as close to reality as possible. The main
reason is so I don't get into a situation where someone I chatted with a long
time ago contacts me and next thing you know I'm saying something different than
I did the time before. I guess that shouldn't matter as who really cares if
someone thinks I am lying? At the same time I feel bad when people are upset
with me for any reason, even pn the internet.
The more I thought about Ian sitting alone at home jerking off in the soft glow
of his computer screen, the more my imagination began to run wild. One night
while counseling Annie I told her how to check her dad's computer to see what he
was doing. She wasn't too sure about it as apparently her dad was quite strict
about anyone using his study, especially his computer. Her mom never used it –
she didn't think her mom even knew how to turn it on, so if anything was
disturbed then her dad would know that she was the one responsible.
I laughed and told her to blame anything on Kevin. After all, isn't always the
boys that get blamed for computer problems? She still didn't seem too sure but
I had high hopes for her. The following Sunday she pulled me over to the side
and whispered that she needed to talk to me right away. We ducked into an
unused Sunday school room and her face was flushed as she looked at me.
"I did what you told me," she said in a conspiratorial tone, "and you were
right!"
She went on to describe to me the contents of her father's history files and the
x-rated web sites he had been visiting. She looked more embarrassed than
turned-on as she told me she couldn't believe the filthy stuff he'd been looking
at. Like most girls, including me, porn was more a curiosity than anything.
What gets guys so turned on to look at pictures of air-brushed women with fake
boobs pretending to enjoy having sex?
My interest grew when she mentioned that she had found a link to his Instant
Messenger program. As I suspected, he didn't keep a desktop icon but had hidden
away it in his Start Menu. Well, apparently not well enough! Evidently the
dummy never suspected anyone would find it as he had the options set to save his
name and password so it would automatically log. Annie had signed on as I had
instructed her to and was shocked at what she found.
"Kelly…..he has all these sexy girls in his contact list!" she burst out, almost
in tears by now. "Does that mean my daddy's cheating on my mom?"
I hugged her and held her close as I consoled her. I tried to explain to her
that he was probably just letting some of his frustrations out and that she
shouldn't worry about him. We talked some more and it seemed to help her to
just get everything off her chest. I wanted so badly to ask if she had noticed
if one of the girls was called “pghkelly” but I didn't dare go that far.
Annie wiped her face and tried to perk up. She was such a little doll! We
hugged again and she left me to consider what, if anything, my next move should
be. I knew for sure now that her dad was into internet porn but heck, wasn't
99% of the male population? That in itself didn't mean anything.
The fact he chatted with girls didn't mean that he cheated, just that he liked
to talk to girls BUT it DID tell me he might be open to it - under the right
circumstances. It's easy to say you would never do something but it's not until
the opportunity presents itself that you really know for sure.
Knowing that he might be thinking along those lines, I didn't think it would
hurt to offer him an "opportunity". After all, he could always just say no,
couldn't he? I couldn't help but smirk to myself at that thought. I mean, no
guy has EVER said no to me when I offered him the opportunity and I saw no
reason why Ian would be the first. It didn't make me feel guilty as odds were
if it wasn't me then it would be someone else someday so why not take advantage
of the situation? It wasn't like I would be going up to him and forcing him to
do anything!
So began my new "project" – seducing Annie's dad. I had to be careful though,
after all he might be just truly flirting and not really interested in anything
more. If I went too far too fast he could even turn it against me and get me
into trouble. It was a fine line but I'd had enough experience in the past to
make me feel confident of success.
After I returned from Christmas break I started to be a bit more forward with
him, talking to him more, basically just flirting but with more of an edge to
it. It's easy to do and I enjoy it as a hobby actually. Guys respond to the
least amount of attention from me and all I have to do is flick my hair back and
smile to get their attention in return. The male ego is so easy to manipulate;
every guy wants to think he's Don Juan and that even though they're married and
not in their teenage bodies anymore, somehow if a girl just stares at them a
little bit longer than normal they assume that she wants to have sex with him.
One Sunday I wore a skirt and pantyhose to church. When I got dressed Jen took
one look at the pantyhose and gave me a stare as if I'd lost my mind or
something. As usual she kept her thoughts to herself. She must have dying to
ask me where I'd kept the pantyhose hidden way all this past year! Actually, I
wore it to church more than she typically saw me as we went to different
churches with different schedules.
What Jen DIDN'T know was WHY I was wearing them. Sure it was still cold out but
not THAT cold. I would have loved to tell her but some things you can't share,
not even with your cute roomie.
I'd noticed that when Ian got coffee that instead of leaving his empty cup on
the table like most people, he went to the kitchen to rinse it out. Usually the
kitchen was empty in the mornings and had it not been for the extra attention
I'd been paying him lately I would've never noticed his little quirk.
Like a poker player using a "tell" to her advantage, I went into the kitchen as
I saw him finishing his coffee before he had a chance to finish his cup. I put
my leg up on a chair and started to pull up on my pantyhose as if it had slipped
down a bit. In doing so I let my skirt ride up enough to expose my entire leg
and half my ass. Someone walked in just then and thank God it was Ian! It
might have been hard to explain otherwise! He must have noticed me out of the
corner of his eye and he turned to look at me. I froze as if he had surprised
me and then smiled meekly at him, all the while not doing a single thing to
cover myself up.
"Sorry Kelly! I didn't realize you were in here," he said as he started to turn
away.
"That's OK Ian," I replied, "Excuse me but this damn hose is killing me!"
I stood up and straightened out my skirt saying, "There! Does it look OK now?"
Any doubt that Ian was not interested disappeared as he turned back to me and
gazed at my legs. "I would say everything looks GREAT now Kelly," he said and
then he winked at me.
I walked up closer to him and smiled as I said, "Thanks Ian, I really hate
wearing pantyhose but it was cold today and with this skirt my legs get so cold
you know."
Ian laughed and shook his head at me saying, "Well, if you wore more of a skirt
they might not get so cold!"
I gave him a pout and then said in return, "Oh? Don't you like my skirts, Ian?"
A broad smile came to his face. "Trust me Kelly, every guy in church likes your
skirts not to mention what they cover – and don't cover. I must say though, my
wife has a much different opinion of them!"
I moved up close to him so we were only inches apart. "Who cares what she
thinks," I whispered, "You know something ……..……I like it when you look at me
like that."
He was about to say something when the bell rang signaling the start of the
service. He excused himself saying he needed to get going before his wife
started looking for him. As he left me there I put my finger to my lips and
nasty thoughts went through my mind of what his wife might have said had she
caught us alone and so close. I left wondering what he would have said to me
had we not been interrupted.
After service he and his family went straight to their car so I didn't get a
chance to "accidentally" bump into him again but as I walked back to my on-
campus apartment I felt pretty good about myself. He certainly hadn't rejected
my first overture. True, it was still all pretty harmless flirting but a good
husband shouldn't be doing even THAT so I viewed the entire mission as a
success.
Chapter 3 – Some Serious Flirting With Annie’s Dad
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It took another week and a half before I had an opportunity to talk to him again
privately. In the meantime I made it a point to rub against him in the halls at
church and once I even put my hand on his ass for just a moment. I think THAT
surprised the hell out of him! Guys always want to feel up a girl but they seem
shocked when a girl touches their butt!
The important thing for me was that he didn't pull away or even move after an
initial flinch and he realized who it was that was touching him. Even though he
was looking at me more all the time, he wasn't making any overt moves towards me
so I decided it was time to find out whether or not he was REALLY interested in
going further or just playing a silly game. That Wednesday night the kids were
watching a video and I was standing in the doorway, leaning against the side of
the door with my arms crossed. Suddenly I felt a hand on my butt! Turning my
head I saw it was Ian!
"Hmmmmm, just thought I'd return the favor," he whispered with a touch of a leer
in his tone. I turned and just nodded to another room down the hall. Amazingly
he followed me there and I quickly checked to see that nobody had seen us before
ducking back into the room.
"So Ian……what's on your mind?" I asked innocently
Ian chuckled. "So we're little miss innocent now, are we? It's just I've never
had a girl grab-ass me before. Got to admit, I was a bit surprised to say the
least."
Ian hesitated as he looked me over a bit closer. I was wearing a pair of tight
jeans with a school sweatshirt. Not exactly the most sexy outfit in my wardrobe
but the jeans were tight enough to show off my ass without being totally slutty.
Dressing for church was always about walking a fine line between being
conservative enough not to get in trouble yet still be just a little bit naughty
enough to draw attention to myself.
I could tell he wanted to say something but at the same time was obviously
struggling with his conscious. Finally he broke the silence.
"You know, I really liked the skirt outfit last week better though," he said
looking at my ass shamelessly, "You have great legs and you should show them off
more often."
He chuckled then and added, "If you only could have heard what Nancy had to say
about it! Did you know she thinks you're a slut?"
I looked down as if I were a bit embarrassed and then replied, "Thanks, Ian.
You know……I'm going shopping this weekend – anything special you think I should
buy?"
I giggled a bit and added, "Maybe I could find something your wife wouldn't
approve of... after all, she already thinks I'm a slut."
Ian chuckled softly, "Well, that wouldn't be too hard but anything I can think
of buying you wouldn't be allowed in church," he said with a hint of daring to
his voice.
Hmm... was THIS finally the opening I'd been waiting for? I debated it quickly
- no sense in hanging back now. It was time to go for it so I reached out and
took his hand in mine which he then grasped in his large hand.
"You know, YOU could take me shopping and help me pick something out," I said
softly, not wanting to be TOO aggressive and scare him off, "At least then you'd
get to see it on me!"
Ian's eyes widened and I felt my heartbeat pick up as I worried that despite my
efforts, maybe I had still been TOO forward. Until now we could have left and
just chalked it up to some innocent flirting but with what I had just said such
a possibility was no longer on the table. He looked me in the eyes as if to
determine if I was just toying with him or was really serious. I gave him my
most seductive smile and looked him straight in the eyes until he finally turned
his head away. He let go of my hand and took a step back before turning and
facing me.
"Are you serious?" he asked, "I mean, REALLY serious?"
"Sure!" I exclaimed in my little girl voice. "I think it would be fun although
I must warn you – I have expensive tastes."
"No doubt," he said, almost more to himself than me. "I can pick you up
Saturday after lunch in front of your apartment if that's OK."
"Sure," I answered, "but what about your wife and Annie?"
"Well, I won't tell them if you don't," he said with a hint of conspiracy in his
voice.
We'd been in the room far longer than we should have and I could see him
glancing back at the door. He said he would pick me up at 1:00 on Saturday and
then quickly left the room without looking back.
I stood there for a moment as a tingle started to develop between my legs as I
thought about what had just happened. Technically all he had agreed to was to
take me shopping but I knew that was just a pretense for what could be a lot
more!
I returned to my kids whose movie had just ended and were looking for something
else to do. I did the bible study I had prepared during there week prior but it
was hard to keep my mind on the material as all I could think of was Ian –
especially one part of his anatomy!
I looked up from my bible at all the kids seated on the floor around me and
wondered what they would say if suddenly I were to reach between my legs and
start rubbing myself. No doubt the boys would love it and I suspected at least
a few girls would have as well. After everything was over I went to get my coat
and leave. Annie went running to her parents and hugged then as I watched from
across the way. Ian looked back at him and barely cracked a smile – probably
the most he would do with his wife there standing guard over him.
That night – and the next couple to follow, my regular masturbation sessions
were dominated by thoughts of Ian. Admittedly some of them included Annie but
that was just the naughty side of me coming out in my fantasy world. I caught
myself more than once daydreaming in class where my hand would subconsciously
drift between my legs and I would suddenly jolt myself back to the living world
and look around, wondering if anyone had seen my indiscretion.
Chapter 4 – Horny Roommate
==========================
Saturday morning finally arrived and I woke up to the sounds of my roomie
playing with herself. Jen masturbated almost as much as me – sometimes even
more. It wasn't hard to figure out what was driving her though – the same old
thing, her boyfriend. Jen had never even mentioned another guy the entire time
she had been my roomie – at least not in any sexual way. All she ever talked
about was her boyfriend and when she came back from a break it became almost
insufferable as it seemed all she would so in her spare time was play with
herself and call out to him. Judging by the way her face and chest were
flushed, she had been at it for a while and the urgency of her movements
signaled she was getting close to her orgasm.
I threw back my covers and laid on my back with my knees up and legs spread wide
open. My hands gently started to caress my pussy and boobs. Jen must have
noted the movement as she turned her head and when she saw me playing a big grin
came to her face.
"Morning roomie!" she called to me but she never broke the rhythm of her
stroking her pussy. Her social obligations fulfilled, she closed her eyes and
laid back on the pillow again. She had two fingers deep in her pussy now and
her breathing had become ragged and fast.
"Fuck me Alex!" she cried out softly, "Oh that's it, fuck me good! Oh my god I
love your dick in me!"
I was getting off just listening to her but my hand still stroked myself as I
watched her back arch when her orgasm erupted. Mmmmmm, it was incredible to
watch this little petite girl climaxing as she talked dirty to her imaginary
boyfriend. Many a night I got to watch her do the same while talking to her
boyfriend on the phone which was even more fun as I imagined him jerking off
hundreds of miles away as his girlfriend described how she was masturbating
while she dreamed about him fucking her.
After Jen had finished she got up from her bed and walked over to mine where I
was still working on my own orgasm. Her face was beet red and her chest was
mottled between her boobs up to her neck. She smiled at me and put her hand over
mine as I rubbed my clit. He fingers slipped down further until they touched my
wet pussy hole.
"Hey roomie, did you like watching me get off this morning?" she murmured,
"Mmmmmm, feels like someone is pretty horny this morning!"
She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked my wetness from the tips.
God, for a girl who typically looked like the typical naďve girl-next-door she
could certainly look sexy when she wanted to. I could just imagine what the
little minx did to her poor boyfriend at home. He must have been exhausted by
the time she returned to school!
Jen threw on a robe and headed to the bathroom, leaving me my own ministrations
as my pussy cried for her touch. Such a little tease! We hadn't played
together for some time now and it killed me when she did thinks like she did
just now.
After a brief period of experimentation between the two of us, she had gone home
for break and apparently came back satisfied enough to want sex only with her
boyfriend. Sure we still masturbated a lot together but it certainly wasn't
quite the same as when she would lick me until I came so hard I thought I would
cry out loud enough for our other roomies to hear!
I was finishing up just as she was returning. She tossed off her robe and stood
naked in front of her closet as she picked out some clothes to wear. I wanted
to reach out and just grab that hot little ass she wiggled so seductively, not
even realizing what she as doing to me.
"You cum?" she asked, as if asking me the time of day.
Her attitude was pretty casual but after living with her for so long it was just
natural for us to discuss our "personal" sex lives like any other subject. The
smile on my face told her all she needed to know and she turned back to her
stuff.
After I cleaned up and did my hair I faced the same dilemma myself – what to
wear? I didn't really want to be too slutty as I thought it might be more
erotic for Ian to see me as the innocent church girl type rather than some slut
throwing herself at him. I was more than willing to be the latter but it just
didn't seem quite right. At the same time I knew I would be trying on clothes
so I didn't want to wear anything that was a real pain to get in and out of.
The weather looked to be pretty good so there was no need to dress too warmly
but shorts were still out of season to say the least. After much debate I
picked out a pink pair of sweat pants that sometimes doubled for pajama bottoms
when I was visiting friends or relatives. They were just tight enough to show
off my butt a bit but comfy and easy to get on and off. I added an Old Navy
white and pink t-shirt which was about a size too small for me so it form fitted
to my boobs and revealed about an inch or two of my stomach – more if I
stretched up or sat down. I had a pair of pink sneakers which completed my
"pink outfit".
I decided to tie my hair back in a ponytail which always made me look a few
years younger. Needless to say a bra and panties never made it out of my drawer!
The soft material of the sweatpants felt good rubbing against my bare butt and
the t-shirt was so tight against my boobs it stimulated my nipples which made
them poke out even more than ever through the thin material.
"Whoa! ...Nice!" Jen said, giving me the once-over. "So where you going dressed
like THAT?" she asked, the curiosity plain on her face.
"Oh, just shopping," I replied innocently.
Jen looked at me as if she wanted to ask more but once again my roomie proved
her weight in gold as she kept her questions to herself. She had to sense
there was more to my plans than just shopping but she didn't push the issue.
I didn't think it would look good to be picked up in front of the apartment by
some older guy so I put on my coat and started walking down the sidewalks toward
the front gate to the campus. The gatehouse was empty as usual so I stood
around waiting impatiently. It was a nice day but still a bit chilly. God, I
couldn't wait until summer came again! I much preferred hot summer days where I
could just wear shorts or a swim suit.
Chapter 5 – Sucking Ian in the Mall Parking Lot
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To be fair, Ian picked me up five minutes early. He wasn't expecting to see me
so close to the road and almost drove past me but I recognized him and waved him
down. He stopped the car and I ran up to the passenger door and hopped in. He
did an illegal U-turn and went out back to the main road and turned right to go
back into town. Turning to me finally, he looked me up and down and grinned.
"Well Kelly, nice to see you today," he started out as if he was picking me up
to take me to church. Of course we were heading the wrong way for that – in more
ways than one!
I said hello back and he let out a big breath as if he had been holding it for
the last few minutes. Looking at me again he raised his eyebrows and said, "You
know, I wasn't sure you would be there for real. This all seems a bit
surreal... you know?"
I asked him what he meant by that and he replied, "Well, you've got to admit, a
guy like me picking a girl like you to go shopping... it's not something I've
ever done before – or anyone else I know either!"
We both laughed and the conversation stayed at the small-talk stage for the trip
to the mall. It took almost forty five minutes to get there and the tension
built in the car as we each pretended like this was just some ordinary shopping
trip. It reminded me of when guys would take me home from babysitting and I
knew they were dying to fulfill their fantasies about doing the babysitter but
were too scared to do anything about it.
Although the car had bench front seats, the center section had a fold-down
console for use as an arm-rest and cup holder. I noticed that it was down when
I got in the car and I wondered when the last time his wife had lifted it up to
sit next to him. Probably not in quite a while was my guess.
Although I had known Ian for almost three years now, we really didn't know that
much about each other. He didn't even know that I was from Pittsburgh! We
talked about our families and personal history – all the sort of stuff you would
discuss with just about anyone. I could tell he was extremely proud of his kids
but there was always this cloud that seemed to hang over the conversation
anytime it went near his wife. As we approached the exit to the mall he
finally let out a piece of information that helped fill in the blanks.
"Kelly, you go to a pretty strict school and I've heard about all the rules
regarding celibacy and waiting for marriage and stuff. I was wondering how do
you really feel about all that?" he asked.
I looked at him with a quizzical eye and he elaborated saying, "Well, Nancy and
I had never done it with anyone else when we met. I admit we didn't wait until
we got married but still, neither of us has ever been with anyone else – before
or after we got married."
My face must have betrayed my surprise because he leaned his head back and
smiled saying, "Yeah, I know that to your generation that must seem sort of
quaint and backwards but I wondered if someone with your background would
understand better."
Ha! If only he knew what my background REALLY was! I turned in my seat and
faced him with my legs folded underneath me. "You know Ian, just because I go
to a religious school doesn't mean I'm a virgin."
Ian looked at me quickly as he turned off the expressway. "Oh really? Do you
mind if I ask when you first did it?"
"I was fourteen," I replied. Well, THAT certainly gathered a reaction from him!
"FOURTEEN?" he repeated back to me and then held up his hand, "Sorry, I didn't
mean to react that way. I just assumed…..well you know. Yeah you may flirt a
bit and you've earned a bit of a reputation with the church leadership for
pushing the dress code a bit but I just figured you were just another tease."
By now we were almost to the parking lot and I lifted the console up and out of
the way so I could move over closer to him. He kept both hands on the steering
wheel as he maneuvered the car through the lot to find an open spot. I put my
hand on his thigh and gently rubbed it.
"Is that what you think today's going to be?" I asked softly, "Just a tease?"
He pulled into a slot and stopped the car. He twisted slightly in the driver
seat and put his arm on the back of the seat behind me.
"Well, to be honest I'm not sure what we're doing here today. I've been asking
myself that question ever since Wednesday night."
Boldly, I moved my hand over to his crotch. I could feel the bulge of his cock
and it was definitely responding to the situation! He shifted in his seat as if
he wasn't quite sure how to react to my touching him. I reached between his
legs and cupped him in my hand, squeezing him gently through his jeans.
"Well, Ian," I purred gently, "What were you HOPING would happen today?"
He licked his lips which suddenly had gone dry. He started to say something and
then hesitated. All the same, he wasn't stopping me so I continued touching him
and moved to undo his belt and then unsnap his jeans.
I looked up at him and smiled seductively saying, "Is this anything like you
were hoping for?"
Ian looked flustered. Sometimes it's one thing to wish for something and
fantasize about it but then quite something else when your wish is granted. I
would've been willing to bet a lot that Ian had been jerking off all week
thinking of me doing exactly what I was doing but now that it was happening. the
reality of it was starting sink in. Was he having second thoughts?
He didn't say a word in response and so I took his silence as his way of saying
"yes" and unzipped his jeans slowly. The sound of the zipper seemed unnaturally
loud in the silence of his expensive car.
Still no response from him so I moved up close to him with my feet still up on
the seat and then I reached down inside of his boxer shorts. My fingers
encountered the fringe of his pubic hair and I could feel the stiffness of it as
I ran my fingers through it. Reaching down further my fingers touched the tip
of the head of his cock and then I held the shaft in my hand. I couldn't see
anything since my hand was buried down in his underwear but the stiffening of
his body told me he could certainly feel what I was doing.
His breathing quickened as he whispered to me, "I don't know Kelly... I don't
know if I can really do this."
I gently stroked his cock in my hand the best as I could with the constricting
underwear around it. I shushed him softly and licked my lips for him.
"It's OK," I said gently to him, "Just close your eyes and let me do
everything."
I pushed his underwear down and let his cock flop out into the open. It wasn't
all that bad. I would have to classify it as "average". It was pretty hard now
and maybe six inches in length and my hand easily wrapped around the stiff
shaft. He was circumcised and the head was swollen and large. Thick black hair
surrounded it and I could smell the thick muskiness of his crotch.
Ian put his hand on mine and gave a lackluster attempt to pull my hand away.
"You shouldn't be doing that," he whispered.
As big as he was compared to me, he could have easily stopped me if that was
what he really wanted. It was typical of most married men at this stage and I
knew the best way to deal with it was to just ignore him and continue on as of
he had said nothing.
I lowered my head to his lap and took him into my mouth, quickly taking all of
him in until my face was covered with that thick matt of pubic hair. He fit
rather easily in my mouth and I twisted my head around him while my tongue
played along the fleshy shaft that was in my mouth. Ian groaned as I sucked
hard on him and I raised my head up until just the head was in my mouth. I held
him there with my lips and let my tongue do the work on his cock head, running
around the hole in the tip of it and then around the lower ridge. Finally I
let him loose and stroked his wet shaft with my hand as I looked up at him with
a naughty grin on my face.
"That feel good?" I asked as my hand slid slowly up and down his wet cock.
Ian looked around as if afraid someone was going to see us. It was a reasonable
concern for him since we WERE in the middle of a public parking lot surrounded
by cars. Personally I didn't care! There were cars on both sides of us though
and unless those particular shoppers happened to return the odds of anyone
slipping between the cars were pretty low – as I knew from past experience! He
looked down at me and his cheeks bulged as he let out a big breath.
"Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this!" he blustered. "What if someone sees
us?"
He was sounding more flustered so before he could stop me I went back down on
him and took his cock in my mouth again. Once I had him like that he couldn't
do anything to stop me without hurting himself so now he was mine! Despite his
outward protests he must have been enjoying it because he reached down and
pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down enough to give me full access to his cock
and balls.
I gently gathered his hairy balls in my right hand as my mouth continued to play
his cock like a concert flute. If there is one thing in my life I think I am as
good as anyone, it is sucking cock and Ian was getting one of my best efforts.
I'd lost count a long time ago as to how many I have actually sucked but it had
to be over two hundred or more. It was far easier for me to count the number of
guys I had dated that I had NOT sucked as I could probably do that on one hand!
People have asked me why I love to suck cock so much. I don't know how to
explain it other than I just love doing it. Feeling a cock grow and harden in
my mouth is something I will never tire of, no matter how many times I'm lucky
enough to have it happen. Perhaps part of it has to do with the feeling of
having complete control over a man. After all, I had the most tender part of
his body in my mouth, able to inflict pain or pleasure as I desired at any
moment. It was addicting to say the least.
I love looking at a guy's faces as I suck him, our eyes meeting as he sees his
cock between my lips. I know guys love to watch when a girl sucks them and it
gets me so wet knowing how much they desire me when they watch me suck them.
That just makes it all the hotter for me as most of them never get to fuck me
and all they will have for a memory is the look of my mouth moving up and down
their hard shaft.
Ian put his right hand on my back and his left on my head as I sucked his cock
faster and faster. I still had my jacket on so he moved down until he was
holding my ass in his hands through the material of my sweat pants. His fingers
on his other hand stoked my hair and I wiggled my butt to let him know I liked
it when he touched it. His fingers slipped in between the elastic waist band
and I could eel them work their way in until his hand cupped my bare butt. He
squeezed my ass gently while small moans began to emerge from his mouth as I
felt his cock swelling in preparation for his orgasm.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!" he groaned as I plunged my head down into his crotch,
drawing in the heavy odor of his sex and sweat.
His hand pushed my head roughly onto him, keeping his cock buried deep in my
mouth as the first eruption of sperm entered my mouth and hit the back of my
throat. Again and again he came as he humped his hips upward to drive his cock
as deep as he could into my mouth. Some of his cum leaked past my lips and
dripped down into his crotch as I tried to swallow it as best as I could.
I kept him in my mouth even after he had finished, softly sucking him as his
cock quickly softened and shrank. I could taste the little bits of sperm that
would emerge from it as it dwindled and he shuddered sometimes as my tongue ran
along the length of it. Finally I let it slip from my lips and I sat up to look
at him. I could feel the cum on my chin but I didn't do anything about it for
the moment. I grinned at him and licked my lips like I had just had an excellent
meal – which for me it was!
Ian looked at me, still breathing hard from his exertions. "That was
incredible!" was all he could muster at first. Then after a pause he started to
pull his pants back on and said, "Damn, I never dreamed it could feel so good."
I looked at him with a questioning glance. "Doesn't your wife suck you?" I
asked.
Ian rolled his eyes as he replied, "Oh, she has a couple of times over the years
but only when I have really pushed her and it was obvious she didn't like doing
it. She never made me cum and she certainly NEVER made me feel like you just
did!"
I smiled at him for the compliment and teased him, "Well, practice makes
perfect."
"Well, obviously it wasn't YOUR first time," he said back to me. "Do I dare ask
just how much practice you HAVE had?"
I shook my head and let my ponytail fly back and forth like a schoolgirl. "Good
girls never tell," I responded in a teasing voice. "And I'm a VERY good girl."
He finished dressing as he buckled his pants and laughed, "Oh you're good
alright. It's just that somehow I don't think you're as 'good' of a girl as
most people think you are."
I sat back in the seat and pretended to pout before I replied saying, "Well, I
guess it depends what you say I'm good at. Now after that are you going to take
me shopping or what?"
We both got out of the car on our respective sides. I met him behind the car
and hugged him. He didn't hug me back, probably worried about who might be
watching. He looked at me and smiled saying, "Ummmmm, you'd better wipe off
your face – people might get the wrong idea."
We both laughed as I pulled out a tissue from my purse and wiped off the cum
that was drying on my face. I didn't say this to Ian but I was thinking that
actually people would've been getting the RIGHT idea!
For the next couple of hours I had a blast. It was every girl's dream come true
– open season on the mall. We went from store to store where I would try on
clothes and model them for Ian. The spring and summer fashions were out so I
tried on all sorts of shorts outfits, camisoles, tank tops, and more than a few
bikinis – some of the QUITE revealing. We even hit the VS store and I tried on
some sexy lingerie for him.
The store clerks usually thought at first that I was his daughter but after
seeing the wolfish look in his eyes as he stared at me in the various outfits I
figured they either thought he was a naughty dad or some perverted older guy
with a young slut or maybe even an escort. Since most fathers would not be
sporting hard-ons when they saw their daughter in a new thong bikini, I assumed
that the clerks most likely thought they knew exactly what was going on. Even
so, I bet they wouldn't have believed what I had just done to him before in the
parking lot – or planned to do later.
We stopped off at the food court for a snack. By then he was carrying a load of
shopping bags and I wondered how close to his credit limit he was getting. We
weren't exactly shopping at Wal-Mart or Target stores, that was for sure. No
clearance racks for me!
The weird thing was that for the entire afternoon he had never touched me
although he certainly LOOKED at me a lot – and I did my best to give him as much
to look at as possible. Even so I had not bared my boobs or even flashed him a
pussy shot. It was the ultimate tease and I wondered when we would get to the
next level.
We sat across from each other as I ate my salad and he munched on a burger. If
you ignored the age difference, and the fact he was married, we'd were like two
teenagers on a first date, neither of us saying directly what was on our minds
and sort of dancing around the subject we both were interested in. It was been
fun but the memory of how good his cock tasted had been on my mind all day. He
must have been thinking along the same lines at times judging from the bulge in
his pants when I was trying on some lingerie or a sexy outfit.
"How's your salad?" he asked me, "Sure you don't want something more than that
to eat?"
That was the finals straw - I couldn't let THAT opportunity go by so I smiled at
him between bites and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "You know, I would
love something more to eat. How about a second helping of cock? I'm starving
for some more cum."
Well, it was out there now. Even though I'd sucked his dick back in the car, we
hadn't said anything explicit all afternoon. He looked just a bit surprised but
yet pleased at the same time. Ian looked around as if afraid someone might had
overheard me but there was nobody within ten feet of us. He looked back at me
and grinned. "Hmmmmm, is that ALL you want?"
He was married and I knew that with married men usually needed to be reassured
that what they were doing was OK. It wasn't like back when they were single and
all that could happen was to be turned down. Ian was considering committing
adultery, betraying his wife in the worst way possible. Who could blame him for
feeling the need to know that I really DID want to do it with him before he
committed himself?
The ball was in my court now, or balls in this case. I leaned forward across
the table towards him and looked him straight in the eyes. In a soft voice I
slowly said, "That's not all I want Ian." I paused for effect and then
continued, "Ian……I want you to fuck me."
The hunger in Ian's eyes betrayed the casualness which he tried to maintain.
His cheeks involuntarily flushed and his eyes blinked rapidly as he took in a
deep breath. I knew full well the incredible power those words could have over
a guy. Nothing else I could have said to a him would have had even half the
impact of those simple words, "fuck me". Ian proved to be no exception. I
reached forward and took his hand in mine and said in a low voice, "C'mon, let's
go somewhere a little more private."
Silently we walked back to his car. Ian put my shopping bags in the trunk and
unlocked the doors. At first I was disappointed when he didn't hold the door
open for me but then I figured that he had too much on his mind to think of
being courteous. When he got in I slid over next to him and leaned against him
with my feet tucked up under me on the seat. Once again my hand moved to his
crotch and my heart beat raced as I felt the hardness beneath his pants. Ian
took my hand and pushed it over to his leg.
"Noooooooo, not here Kelly," he said, almost like a father addressing his
daughter, "Sorry, I just can't do that again in the middle of a parking lot.
That was insane!"
I put my hand back on his crotch again and this time he didn't protest quite as
much. "Isn't this what you really want Ian? You weren't expecting to take me
on some expensive shopping trip and get just a blowjob, were you?."
Ian's cheeks puffed out as he let out a deep breath. "To be honest Kelly, I
never REALLY thought for a moment we would ever have done even THAT!."
He looked a bit confused as I gave him a questioning look myself. "Really," he
continued, "I assumed you were just a big tease and we would go out and flirt
and stuff like that today. It was just suppose to be some naughty fling, like
some R-rate movie – NOT a porn one!"
"So you don't want to fuck me?" I asked, confused now and not certain at all
what was happening.
"God Kelly, who wouldn't?" he sighed. "I never dared to even DREAM you would
actually want to have sex with someone like me."
He laughed a bit at that and corrected himself, "Well, I have to admit I DID
dream of it but I never thought it would come true."
I cuddled up next to him but kept my hand planted firmly on his crotch. I
rubbed it gently and looked up at him. He wanted me, I knew it deep down. He
wouldn't even be discussing it with me if he didn't. If I let it go now, Ian
would probably regret it for the rest of his life, Every time he was frustrated
by his wife's lack of sex drive he would remember how he had the chance to fuck
a slutty college girl and turned her down.
It may sound a bit like twisted logic but bear me out and listen. Ian's
marriage as obviously in deep trouble so fucking me or not wasn't going to make
it any worse than it already was. However, maybe if he DID fuck me, maybe if he
had the chance to love out his fantasy, maybe then it would give him something
to feel good about. Maybe it would be something for him to remember fondly
while he masturbated when his wife went to bed without having sex. If I dropped
this now and they split up later, would I be partly to blame for not helping
him now when I had the chance?
"Tell me Ian, don't you desire me more than your wife? Wouldn't you rather fuck
me instead of her?"
He didn't answer right away but I could see he was thinking hard about
something!
"It's OK Ian, you can tell me," I whispered to him in a soothing tone, "It's
only natural for you to want me more than her. After all, she can't please you
the way I can. She would never do the things that I'll let you do to me. She
would never say the things I'll say to you."
Ian was breathing heavy now. "Damn you Kelly, you're a piece of work. Just
tell me one thing. What turns you on more – me fucking you or Nancy's husband
fucking you?"
I had to say one thing for Ian, he was sharp! Most men were so caught up with
themselves and their own desires they never understood why I would want an older
guy no longer in the best of shape to fuck me when I could have literally any
man I wanted. Ian had me pegged. He was right – I DID want to fuck Nancy's
husband. I wanted him to desire me so badly that he would break his sacred
wedding vows – vows he had kept for so many years.
I knew full well that almost any man would fuck me given the chance, that's just
nature and hormones at work. For Ian to do me meant a lot more as he had so
much to lose. I wouldn't just be another notch on his belt – instead he would
be one on MINE! It was even better than taking a guy's virginity as instead I
was taking his vows from him. Never again would he be able to look his wife in
the eyes and say he loved her and never cheated on her without knowing he was
lying. Never again would he make love to his wife without thoughts of fucking
me always being there in the background.
I loved being fucked by men like Ian because I knew that they were willing to
give up a lifetime of faithfulness and fidelity just for the opportunity to be
alone with ME for a few hours. Now if that's not enough to make a girl feel
good about herself, to make her feel as sexy as possible, then I don't know what
can.
So anyway... I couldn't tell Ian all this so I just smiled and said what I knew
he wanted to hear, even if it wasn't 100% true.
"Oh Ian, how can you say that?" I pouted although I didn't deny what he had
said. "It's you I want. It's you I want to take me and do whatever you want
with."
Ian was silent for a while, thinking hard about something. I stayed quiet,
letting him sort things out for himself. Finally he started the car with a
purpose – maybe some sort of plan?
"Don't worry Kelly, you'll get what you want," he said as he backed out of the
slot. Before he put it in drive he looked at me and shook his head with a smile
finally back on his face. "Just not in a damn parking lot!"
Chapter 6 – Adultery in a Hotel Room
=====================================
Without another word Ian drove out of the mall lot and down the road where I saw
there was a hotel. Hmmmmm, it had been quite a while since I was fucked alone
in a hotel room. Without another word he parked outside the entrance and
motioned for me to stay in the car while he checked in.
I sat there in the front seat all alone, waiting for him. My pussy tingled with
anticipation and I had to put my hand inside my sweatpants to touch it. My
finger touched my clit and I almost jumped out of the seat. God I was horny!
It seemed like it had been days since I had given him that blowjob and all the
teasing I had been doing for the past few hours had made me as hot and horny as
it did him. I closed my eyes and my head leaned back as I rubbed my clit
faster. I was using two fingers, each sliding long one side of my wet clit.
I was starting to really get into it when suddenly the driver door opened and
Ian quickly sat down behind the steering wheel. He looked at me and then down
to my lap where my hand had disappeared inside my sweatpants.
"Damn it Kelly! There are people all over the place," he exclaimed, "What if
someone had seen you?"
I didn't stop but instead looked up at him and smiled saying, "Mmmmmm, a girl's
got to do what a girl's got to do."
He waved a room card at me and chuckled, "Well try to hang in there a few more
minutes miss horny."
Ian pulled into a parking space and started to lead me back into the hotel when
I held back and pointed to the trunk of his car. He looked at me with
questioning eyes.
I grinned and said, "Well, you bought me all these outfits, I thought you might
want to see me wearing one of them."
Ian's eyebrows rose and then he nodded and opened the trunk. I dug through the
bags and found what I was looking for. After he closed the trunk, we headed
back to the hotel entrance. We passed by the front desk where a middle-aged
woman was working. Seeing me with him I bet she was wondered why he didn't book
two rooms – one for him and another for his daughter. The disapproving look on
her face told everything – she had quickly sized up the situation and knew what
was going on! I looked at her and gave her a smile which just made the frown in
her face even harder. Oh well, who cares about the old bitch?
We got in the elevator and Ian punched the floor number. It was only one floor
up so there was no time for fooling around. The room was directly across from
the elevator so next thing I knew we were inside. Ian turned on the entry light
but left the rest of the room darkened although the overhead light was bright
enough to light up the rest of the room well enough to see clearly.
Looking around, I turned on the bathroom light and turned back to him as I
closed the door and said, "Have a seat while I change."
Ian smiled and I closed the door behind me. Standing alone in the bathroom I
looked in the mirror and took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. I quickly
slipped out of my clothes, folding them and placing them in a stack on the sink
counter top.
Looking again in the mirror, I turned and checked out my nude body. Without
being too egotistical, I thought I looked pretty hot and I could imagine Ian
sitting out in the room wishing he could see me like this. I smiled to myself
as I thought about just how many guys would like to as well. I couldn't begin
to count the number of guys at the mall today who were mentally undressing me as
I walked by.
Reaching into the bag I pulled out the outfit I'd selected. It was the prefect
"little black dress" that every girl wants except it was white. It was made of
the lightest sheer material and I could barely feel the weight of it. It was
simple – no frills or anything, just solid white with spaghetti straps and so
low cut it barely covered my nipples. It fit snugly to my body, clinging to me
like a magnet to steel. It was just long enough to cover my ass but not much
more and fit tightly around the upper part of my legs to hold it tight and down.
There was no way I could wear a bra or panties with it without spoiling the
lines and besides, why would I want to? I looked again into the mirror and was
amazed at how much a simple piece of fabric could transform a person! As I
checked myself out my eyes narrowed on my hair – a ponytail just didn't cut it
with a dress like this. I pulled out the elastic band holding it in place and
let my hair fall down over my shoulders. I leaned forward and let my hair fall
in front of me and then threw my head back to fluff up my hair. I didn't have
much to work with other than a small brush in my purse but I didn't think he
would care a whole lot about my hair styling.
Unfortunately, I realized I had forgotten an essential part of my outfit. I
didn't have any heels that would have finished off the outfit – they were still
outside in the trunk. My sneakers clashed horribly so I decided to just stay
barefoot. I put my hand on the door handle and took in a deep breath. "Well,
here goes nothing!" I thought to myself.
I stepped out into the room. Looking around I saw Ian was sitting on the edge
of the bed., his hands in his lap. Hearing me leave the bathroom, his head
turned and I saw a smile grow on his face as he took in the sight of me. I
stood a few feet away from him and twirled around to show off the dress.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured his approval, "that is one sexy dress!" Then he chuckled
saying, "Damn, I still can't believe a dress so small could cost so much!?"
I moved up closer to him and pressed my way between his legs which he spread
apart for me. Taking his hands, I pulled them behind me and place them on my
ass. There was just the light dress material between his hands and my bare
butt.
I put my arms around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "It's up
to you now Ian... I'm yours... whatever you want you can have... ANYTHING."
Ian must have been holding his breath as he finally took in a deep breath and
released it. "Oh god, what am I doing?" he said, more to himself than to me.
His hands stayed on my ass though so I replied, "You know you want me Ian………I
know you've always wanted to fuck me, from the first time you stared at my ass
in church."
Ian looked at me again, a more determined look on his face. "What guy wouldn't
want you Kelly?"
I kissed his neck and looked at him. "Maybe, but YOU have me now so what are
YOU going to do about it?"
Ian slipped his hand down and under my dress, then back up until they cupped my
firm bare ass, one cheek in each hand.
"Mmmmmm, you've always like my ass, haven't you?" I purred.
"God, if you only knew how many times I wanted to hold it like this," he sighed,
"I don't know how you fit into those jeans sometimes!"
I pushed forward until my leg was against his crotch. I gently pressed up
against him, moving my leg from side to side to rub it against him. One of his
hands moved to the front of me and slipped between my legs, pressing upward
until he cupped my pussy in his palm. I was freshly shaven so it must have felt
as smooth as a young girl's pussy to him.
"I bet my pussy feels better than Nancy's," I teased him. Then I gave him a
wicked smile saying, "You know, I bet Annie's feels like mine. Wouldn't you
love to touch hers?"
He was rubbing his finger up and down my pussy, wetting me using the pussy
juices he would bring up from my cunt and using it to make my clit wet and
slippery. When I mentioned Annie's name his eyes opened wide and he pushed his
finger up inside of me. At first I think he wanted to protest, to claim he
wasn't interested in his daughter. It was a sign of how much he was mine now,
how much he had surrendered to me, that instead he admitted his hidden lust for
his daughter.
"Oh yes, her pussy would be like yours – so sweet and tight," he responded.
His finger explored me as his other hand massaged my butt. He started to reach
around more with his hand and I felt his finger tip against my asshole, he
started to press it in but I reached around and help his hand.
"No Ian, anything but that," I said, trying to take the edge off what I was
telling him.
Fortunately he took the hint and went back to rubbing my butt. Then he reached
down further and pushed a finger from his other hand into my pussy along with
the one from his first. Mmmmmm, it felt good to feel the two fingers working
their way around inside of me. The palm of his hand was pressed up against my
clit and he rubbed it around as he played with my pussy. God it felt so good!
I reached up to my shoulders and pushed the thin straps aside and then pulled
down the top of my dress to expose my breasts to him. I leaned forward until
they were up to his face. My hands went behind his head and I pulled his face
into me until my boobs were on each side of his nose.
"Suck my tits," I told him, "Make my nipples hard."
Well, my nipples were already pretty well stimulated just by the action of his
fingers in my pussy but a little sucking never hurt! Ian took my right breast
in his mouth, pulling as much of it as he could inside and then releasing it.
His tongue played over my nipple, running circles around it and then licking my
breast all over. I cupped my boobs with my hands and gently massaged them as he
went from one to the other, licking and sucking each.
I loved the feel of his fingers in me but I wanted the real thing by now so I
pushed him back onto the bed until he was laying flat on top of it. Still
standing between his legs, I undid his belt and jeans and unzipped them all the
way down. He helped me pull them down along with his boxer shorts and I pulled
them off along with his shoes and socks, placing them on the bed beside us.
I stood up and gazed at him. Ian was now naked from the waist down with just a
shirt on. His cock was stiff and curved such that instead of standing up
straight in the air it was actually pointed directly at his face! I kneeled on
the floor which put my face right in the center of his legs, his cock just
inches from me.
I could smell the musky odor of his crotch as I reached out to hold him in my
hand. I pulled it back to un upright position and lowered my mouth down over
it, taking it in inch by inch until finally I had all of him I my mouth. His
cock was pressing against the back of my throat as my face was covered with his
thick coarse pubic hair. Mmmmmm, I loved the odor of him, the strong male aroma
generated by his lust combined with sweat.
Having already blown him once today, my objective now was to make sure he was
good and hard and a bit slippery with my saliva to make it easier for him to
fuck me. Mission accomplished, I stood up and lifted my dress up so I could
climb up on the bed and straddle his waist. I held my dress up with one hand
while I reached between my legs to grab his swollen cock with the other.
Positioning myself directly over it, I lowered myself down until the head was
just lightly pressing against my pussy.
"You ready?" I said with a slutty smile on my face.
Ian had pulled a pillow down from the top of the bed and was using it to raise
his head so he could watch me suck him and now he could see his cock under me,
just waiting for me to lower myself onto it.
"Do it!" was all he said.
Well, I wasn't going to wait for him to compose a speech so I held his shaft
while my wet pussy pressed down on him. I felt my pussy lips part as his head
penetrated me. I was soaking wet from him playing with me and he slid easily up
inside of me as I lowered myself further until my butt was resting on his
crutch. Mmmmmm, he was in me now, fucking me.
It felt so good knowing I finally had it in me. Yes, he was MINE now! Never
again would he be just his wife's lover, never again could he claim to be pure
and loyal to his wife. Instead, I would always have a piece of him she could
never get back. Whenever he was in bed with her, he would remember this moment,
the first moment he fucked a woman other than his wife.
I leaned forward and he raised his head to suck my breasts again. As I did his
cock slipped from me slightly and so I started to rock back and forth, slowly at
first so he could suck my boobs. I could feel his thick shaft moving in and out
of me as I set the rhythm. I like to start out on top at the beginning so I can
control the depth and rate of his cock stroking in and out of my pussy. I sat
back up and put my full weight on him as I ground my ass into his hairy crotch.
His pubic hair felt like a stiff hair brush against my bare bottom.
I wanted him to fuck me harder so I got up on my feet instead of my knees and
started to literally bounce up and down on his cock! I could see he was
watching his cock as it appeared and then disappeared from view as he first
pulled out and then penetrated me again, forcing him to move deep inside of me
until it felt like he was up in my stomach.
Evidently Ian must have felt it was time for him to become the aggressor and so
he grabbed my legs and said, "Alright," he commanded me, "get on all fours in
the middle of the bed."
I lifted myself off of him and did as he ordered. He then pulled off his shirt
and moved in behind me. Kneeling down he spread my ass apart with his hands and
I felt his face against my butt as he licked me. Although I don't like my ass
penetrated, I LOVE it to be licked and I was pleased to feel his tongue running
circles around my asshole and then playfully push into it just a bit. My ass is
really tight though and without being able to use his finger all he could really
do was play around at the opening with his tongue.
I moaned as chills ran through me when his tongue went lower and lapped up the
wetness of my pussy. His tongue pushed aside my swollen pussy lips and
penetrated me. I could only imagine how good I tasted to him. Of all the
pussies I've licked, I like the taste of mine the best. Of course I might be a
little biased but I'm sure anyone would forgive me!
After eating my cunt for a while I was close to my first "O" and so it was a bit
disconcerting when he stopped licking me but he quickly made up for it. I could
feel his cock on top of my ass, then running down though my ass crack, flirting
briefly with my asshole and then nestling in between my wet pussy lips. He
rubbed it up and down, getting it nice and wet and making me feel intense at the
same time. God I wanted him back inside of me so bad!
Obviously he had the same thoughts because it was then that I felt his cock
breach my pussy once again. He quickly thrust himself into me from behind and I
felt his crotch slap up against my bare ass. Ian almost knocked me off my hands
and feet he was banging me so hard! Just as he was getting me going again and I
was about to cum the craziest thing happened – a cell phone started to ring! It
was in his pants right next to us and I saw the look on his face.
"Damn!" he said, "I HAVE to take that. It's the ring for home and if I don't
answer they'll wonder where I am!"
He reached over but I was glad that he somehow managed to remain inside of me.
He answered the damn phone and it must have been Annie from the way he was
talking to her. Evidently Nancy wanted him to pick something up at the store
and she had been delegated to call him.
This wasn't the first time a husband had been on his cell phone while he fucked
me. When I was escorting, I had a guy cum in me while he was telling his
clueless wife how much he loved her. God I came SO hard that time!
This time was unique in that he was talking to his daughter instead of his wife.
If little Annie could only see me and her father now! If she thought a few
innocent instant messages were bad, what would she say if she saw dear old dad
screwing the church girl?
Ian finally ended the conversation with a goodbye, telling Annie that he loved
her. That was all I needed to hear as he started to stroke his cock in and out
of me again. My pussy exploded as my first orgasm struck and the initial wave of
intense pleasure made me drop to my elbows and gasp for air. My eye rolled back
in my head as my pussy felt like it was on fire – a fire that quickly spread up
and down me until I was consumed from my toes to the outermost strand of hair
A loud moan escaped from me as my vision narrowed and everything seemed somehow
less real, more remote. The room seemed to move in front of me as wave after
wave of powerful feelings flooded me, emanating from my pussy as if his cock was
filling me with each thrust.
Each time his cock pulled out it was like he was reloading and then when he
rammed it back into me to the hilt it was as if it pumped another load of sheer
bliss into my cunt which then broadcast it to the rest of me. My breasts
tingled and I could feel my nipples stiffen even more as I fought to breath. Ian
could obviously tell I was cumming and if anything he just pumped me harder with
his wonderful cock.
"That's it Kelly, cum for me," he said in a halting manner between thrusts.
Just as it seemed my orgasm had peaked and was starting to decline he reached
around and touched my clit, rubbing it between two fingers. I moaned again as
like a roller coaster that had made its first dive and then was slowing up for
the next hill, my orgasm took off down the hill again and my pussy clamped down
tight on his cock, squeezing him as it tried to hold him inside of me.
"God damn Kelly!" he cried out, "What the hell are you doing, trying to flatten
my dick?"
He moaned as he tried to move his cock in me but my pussy had a hard grip on
him. The peak only lasted a short while though and soon my pussy released his
cock and he resumed fucking me with it. My face felt like it was flushed beet
red and I would have sworn that there were goose pimples on every square inch of
me.
I rested my head on the pillow in front of me as I regained my breath while my
pussy just throbbed. Ian pulled out of me and literally flipped me over like a
pancake on a griddle. He grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it under my ass
so my pussy was better exposed and elevated a few inches up off the bed.
I looked up at him, kneeling in between my wide-spread legs, gently stroking his
own cock while he gazed at my open pussy. I imagined it looked pretty wet and
swollen by now, probably a nice open pussy hole just waiting for his cock to
fill it back up again.
"God... you're so fucking beautiful," he said hoarsely, staring at me and taking
me in from my breasts to my crotch.
"Don't stop, keep fucking me Ian," I said to him gently, "I want you to fuck me
and cum in me."
A strange look suddenly came to his face and I wondered what I'd said that was
so wrong.
"God I want to," he moaned, "Can you believe it - I don't have a condom."
I smiled and just shook my head at him. "Doesn't matter to me," I replied, "I
wouldn't let you use it anyway. Last thing I want is something stopping me from
feeling your cum in me!"
Ian didn't seem to sure so I added in, "Beside, I've been on the pill for years
– and I'm faithful about it!"
Ian shrugged his shoulders – as horny as he was he didn't need much to convince
him I guess! He leaned over me and I guided his cock back into me. It slid
easily into me like it was buttered after all the fucking and cumming so far. He
put his hands on each side of me and leaned over me as he pumped his cock in and
out of me.
"Oh Ian, I love the way you fuck me," I moaned, "Tell me how much more you like
to fuck me than Nancy…….Tell me you want me more than her."
"Oh god, you’re so bad!" he cried out, "Fuck it though – I DO love fucking you
more than her. Lord help me for saying this but yes, I want you so much more
than her – God, she was NEVER like this."
"Cum in me Ian," I said softly but firmly, "I want your sperm in me... mate me
Ian, make me your slut."
"Oh yea, you're a slut alright," he panted, "dirty little nasty church girl
Slut... so prim and proper... so nasty and naughty for real."
He was pumping even faster now and from the gasping and speed of his strokes I
knew he had to be close.
"Here it is slut... take my cum."
Ian slammed into me and then held himself still, his cock as deep into me as he
could drive it. I felt it swelling as then it exploded, a hot stream of cum
shooting into me."
"Oh yeah," I cried out, "More... more... cum in me more."
Ian didn't need me to say anything, he was pumping me full of hot sperm like he
hadn't cum n ages. It was only a few hours since I sucked him off so it was
remarkable a guy his age could have built up such a load so quickly! He must
have pumped six or more solid shots into me and then he held himself in me
again, his cock throbbing and then pulsing to shoot a small round into me.
His load spent, Ian fell down to his elbows but kept most of his weight off of
me as I relaxed my legs and let them fall flat to the bed. We were both
exhausted and I would've loved to have fallen sleep just this way, with him
inside of me and maybe even waking me later by fucking me in my sleep.
That wasn't to be though, we had to be getting back before his wife and family
started getting suspicious. I don't know if it was five minutes or thirty as I
lay there in a sexual stupor but eventually he pulled out of me and got up and
off the bed. I could feel his cum mixed with mine as it drained out of my pussy
and down my ass crack until it soaked the pillow under my butt. I reached down
between my legs and scooped sum up with my fingers and then licked it off. Ian
was starting to get dressed but he stopped to watch me as I licked every drop
from my fingers.
"You are so incredibly sexy," he said, shaking his heads in amazement at me.
"Nancy would NEVER do anything like that."
"Mmmmmm, tastes good," I said with a sultry voice, "You should try some!"
He laughed at that saying, "Naaaa, I think I'll take a pass on that one."
We both cracked up at that but still I wondered why most guys acted like they
were allergic to their own cum. I loved tasting my pussy so why don't guys like
their own cum? Another mystery of the universe I guess! Oh well, at least I
liked mine!
Ian looked nervously at the clock by the bed. "C'mon Kelly," he urged, "We've
been out a lot longer than I said I would be and I have to be getting home
before someone starts asking questions."
I huffed but got out of bed. I threw back on my sweat pants and top and tried
to fold my dress up nicely to get it back home in one piece. I checked it over
for cum though – no Monicas here! I would have liked to take a shower but Ian
was in a hurry. Hell, if anyone needed one he did. If Nancy was like most
women she would smell my pussy on him from a mile away! Oh well, that was his
problem to deal with I guess.
Ian left the door key card in the room and used the express checkout on the TV
so all we had to do was go straight past the desk and out to his car. He held
my door open for me and then got it behind the wheel. He started to put the key
in but then paused and looked over at me.
"You know, looking at you as you are now I would never have guessed such a slut
lived underneath that polished veneer," he said with a disarming smile. I just
grinned at him and gave him a "who me?" kind of look.
"Sorry girl, that look will never fool me again!" he said with a laugh. "I KNOW
what you are now."
We both laughed and made the trip back home with relatively little more to say.
I think we were both thinking about the events of the past few hours. My pussy
was still sensitive from the great fucking he had given me and now then it sort
of tingled and a little jolt would run up and down my back when he hit a bump
and my outfit rubbed against it just right.
Ian was pretty quiet the trip back, I would have given anything to know what he
was thinking. Was he happy, feeling guilty, or what? It didn't really matter
to me, he would never fuck me again as that would break one of my cardinal rules
– never fuck a married man twice.
I had no doubt Ian would ask me. They all did. It would be enough for me to
just say hi to his wife and Annie, knowing what their husband and father had
done to me. They wouldn't have any idea why I was smiling but it still thrilled
me to imagine that maybe she suspected but wasn't quite sure enough to say
anything.
Needless to say, my inquisitive roomie was more than a little curious about my
shipping trip. She looked at all my expensive bags and then her eyes bugged out
when she saw the price tags. I don't think she bought my "daddy sent me money"
excuse for even a second but as always, she was discreet and left it up to me to
ever tell her the truth.
In the meantime, I got a great new wardrobe and to make it even better, it was
all free – AND I'd gotten myself fucked wonderfully to boot! Now THAT is what I
call shopping for sex!
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