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Speaker 1: your fantasies. I want you. I have wanted you for
Speaker 1: a while now. Ever since I became friends with your
Speaker 1: daughter university, I've always looked forward to seeing you. You're
Speaker 1: not different from other men than older men. I mean,
Speaker 1: not that you're that old or anything, but well I'm not.
Speaker 1: And you're aging so fucking gracefully it's almost unfair. Nice hair,
Speaker 1: no big belly, well, no flat belly either, But I
Speaker 1: don't mind that You're so handsome, and you have this
Speaker 1: perpetual five o'clock shadow going on that makes you look
Speaker 1: rugged and sexy. But looks are not the most important thing.
Speaker 1: I think you're sweet. I guess is the word maybe kinda?
Speaker 1: I don't know, I know, I just feel safe with you.
Speaker 1: Other men look at me, and well, let's say, their
Speaker 1: minds wonder I've got more than my fair share of them.
Speaker 1: Just plane staring at me, giving me a creepy smile
Speaker 1: as I noticed them, or worse, a wink. It gives
Speaker 1: me the creeps. But you don't do that. I've never
Speaker 1: caught you staring. When we talk. You look at me.
Speaker 1: You are friendly, you are respectful. I guess I hate
Speaker 1: that about you. Of all the men looking me over
Speaker 1: like they want to fuck me, the one I would
Speaker 1: let fuck me so fucking polite is doing the right thing.
Speaker 1: I want to feel your hands on me. I want
Speaker 1: you to press myself against you. I want to feel
Speaker 1: your stubbly chin graze my thighs. I want to feel
Speaker 1: your mouth on me everywhere, anywhere. And you're not seeing
Speaker 1: me like I want you to see me. You don't
Speaker 1: see the sexual creature dying to be fucked by you,
Speaker 1: desire for seeping out of her every pore, her pussy
Speaker 1: wet when she wrings your doorbell. So I was brave today.
Speaker 1: I knew exactly when your daughter would be gone for
Speaker 1: a while, so I came over to see you, No,
Speaker 1: to seduce you. I get my wardrobe simple, a T
Speaker 1: shirt and a short skirt. That's it. The skirt is
Speaker 1: long enough to be kind and decent, but short enough
Speaker 1: to be dangerous to bend over in, especially with my
Speaker 1: panties missing. When I was waiting for you to open
Speaker 1: the door, my heart was pounding in my chest. What
Speaker 1: if I cannot get you to see things my way?
Speaker 1: What if this messes up my friendship with her? Fuck?
Speaker 1: What if I'm no longer to come over here? Then
Speaker 1: right then you opened the door and smiled at me.
Speaker 1: My worries were gone, My mission had started. You explained
Speaker 1: that your daughter wasn't home. I lied. I said that
Speaker 1: she told me to wait for her here, that I
Speaker 1: was early, but in the neighborhood. You believe me, of
Speaker 1: course you would, and I briefly felt bad about abusing
Speaker 1: your trust in me. You invited me in into your
Speaker 1: house where it would be just you and me alone,
Speaker 1: and you told me to get myself a drink. I'm
Speaker 1: here so often that I know my way around. You
Speaker 1: went to get your glass from the living room. It
Speaker 1: was on the serving tray that it's on an upholstered
Speaker 1: coffee table thing automan automan, I don't know, like a
Speaker 1: couch bench shape. We sit on it when we're gaming.
Speaker 1: The timing was important, but I had it all bland. Always,
Speaker 1: when you go get your glass there, you look up
Speaker 1: at the kitchen like that's where you want it to
Speaker 1: go next. This time, when you looked up, you would
Speaker 1: see me. I'm back to you, grabbing a soda bottle
Speaker 1: from the bottom shelf and the refrigerator. I heard your
Speaker 1: movement stop. I made a fuss of putting one bottle
Speaker 1: back and choosing another drink, knowing full well my pussy
Speaker 1: was on display for you. But you could not say
Speaker 1: anything about it. Right. How do you tell your daughter's
Speaker 1: friend that our pussy a show? You don't? You just
Speaker 1: stare and stare. You did as I peeped past my
Speaker 1: legs and the hem of my skirt. I saw you,
Speaker 1: but I did not tell you. I just chose another bottle.
Speaker 1: I poured myself a drink, and you slowly made your
Speaker 1: way over. You look confused about what you were feeling
Speaker 1: about what you'd seen. I almost felt sorry for you,
Speaker 1: but then I spottled the reason you were walking slower
Speaker 1: than usual, A bulge in your pants that could not
Speaker 1: help but smile. It was working. This was going to work.
Speaker 1: While I sip my drink, you grabbed some water. You're
Speaker 1: back facing me for my next step. I hoped you
Speaker 1: returned to your armchair, crossed from the mottomn thing, and
Speaker 1: of course you did. You're a creature habit. You seemed
Speaker 1: happy to be able to sit down, crossing your legs
Speaker 1: to hide the last reminute of your erection, perfect exactly
Speaker 1: where I wanted you. I put my glass down and
Speaker 1: walked over to you. I put the little serving tray
Speaker 1: on the floor and plunked myself directly opposite of you
Speaker 1: on the ottoman, making sure my skirt would rise up
Speaker 1: my legs, and it did. I may have helped it
Speaker 1: a little bit. You were trying very hard not to
Speaker 1: look down my body when you were casually asked how
Speaker 1: I was doing, Still being polite, still doing the right thing,
Speaker 1: even though my invitation was clear, I thought, so I
Speaker 1: needed to be clear. I bit my lip and slowly
Speaker 1: lowered my eyes to look between my legs as I
Speaker 1: spread them open wider and wider. Your eyes could not
Speaker 1: help but follow my gaze, and that is where we
Speaker 1: are now, you not being able to take your eyes
Speaker 1: off my pussy anymore, and me reveling in my s
Speaker 1: sus But I do hope to get to take another
Speaker 1: step at another A quick look up shows that you're
Speaker 1: appreciating the view. Your mouth hangs open, your shoulders dropped.
Speaker 1: Before you regain your composure, I lightly trail my fingers
Speaker 1: over my thighs from my knees towards my exposed pussy.
Speaker 1: I know that I need to get you to touch
Speaker 1: me soon, or you may come to your senses and
Speaker 1: think this all may be wrong. It's not. I want this.
Speaker 1: I hope it's clear to you now. I want you
Speaker 1: to touch me, but my own hands betray me. I
Speaker 1: cannot help myself as one of them is already moving
Speaker 1: a finger up and down my wets lit I lean
Speaker 1: back on the other hand for support. As my fingers
Speaker 1: reach my clip, A shivering sigh escapes my lips. I
Speaker 1: have to close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of
Speaker 1: doing this right in front of you, showing myself, exposing
Speaker 1: my desire for you. As I open my eyes, you
Speaker 1: have your hand on your mouth. Oh no, not in shock,
Speaker 1: I hope, but no, it's just a nervous gesture. As
Speaker 1: you are now looking into my eyes. I bite my
Speaker 1: lip again and give you a slow nod. This is
Speaker 1: for you, I say, as two fingers spread my open wetness.
Speaker 1: You lick your lips and seem to be looking for words.
Speaker 1: Are you going to protest? Are you going to protect
Speaker 1: me from my own actions? Are you going to kick
Speaker 1: me out? You say, go on, just two words, as
Speaker 1: you lean back into your chair, not to relax, but
Speaker 1: ready to see the show. Those two words are like
Speaker 1: a start signal for my fingers as I bring one
Speaker 1: inside with me. Deep sigh. Fuck you want me, you
Speaker 1: fucking want me. You want me to show myself to you.
Speaker 1: You want to see me, see me like the horny
Speaker 1: girl I am. You want this. I can hardly restrain
Speaker 1: myself as I feel the palm of my hand rubbing
Speaker 1: my clit each time I move a finger inside me.
Speaker 1: You and cross your legs. Oh yeah, that bulge is back,
Speaker 1: and you can't help but to adjust yourself through your pants. Fuck.
Speaker 1: I want to see it, so desperately want to see
Speaker 1: it that I'm jerking my hand harder and harder up
Speaker 1: against my clit. I pull up my knees, which makes
Speaker 1: my skirt drop around my waist. But that's just too
Speaker 1: much balancing, so I lay down on my back, feet
Speaker 1: up in the air. I've never felt more exposed than
Speaker 1: right now. My other hand is kneading my breast through
Speaker 1: my shirt and I just have to close my eyes.
Speaker 1: Look at me, Look at me, See me finger fucking
Speaker 1: myself for you right in front of you. See me
Speaker 1: pleasuring myself, not holding back but being ferocious and heat.
Speaker 1: I lift my head and look at you. Your hand
Speaker 1: is inside your pants now. I think you don't want
Speaker 1: to assume how far this will go, so you restrain yourself.
Speaker 1: Will I just tease you like this? Will I let
Speaker 1: you lick me? Maybe? Will I blow you or let
Speaker 1: you fuck me? Well, if you want all the above,
Speaker 1: But you don't know that yet, You beautiful man. You
Speaker 1: take it out, show me your dick. Your movement stops
Speaker 1: like you haven't even considered this scenario. But I'm sure
Speaker 1: that you have already fucked me mentally the very position
Speaker 1: I'm in at this very moment. Please I want to
Speaker 1: see it. I plead. Like another switch, your mind decides
Speaker 1: to just give in. You unbuckle your pants and take
Speaker 1: out your hard dick. An unsteady, shivering sigh escapes me.
Speaker 1: Uck that looks delicious. I immediately imagine it between my
Speaker 1: legs instead of my fingers, and a jolt of ecstasy
Speaker 1: goes through me. Oh fuck. I throw my head back
Speaker 1: and intensify my finger, imagining you inside me, fucking me.
Speaker 1: Fuck that would feel so good. Wait, that will feel
Speaker 1: so good. I'm gonna make sure I get to feel
Speaker 1: you inside me with a bolt. I sit upright, catching
Speaker 1: you stroking yourself. I smile my sluttiest little smile at you.
Speaker 1: You try to smile back, but you are still unsure.
Speaker 1: I need a jump start you for real before my
Speaker 1: friend comes home. I've gotten you this far. Now I
Speaker 1: want to go all the way. I take off my shirt,
Speaker 1: my boobs exposed to the air, pointing them nipples at you.
Speaker 1: I give them a playful twink. Then I dropped to
Speaker 1: my knees. Unexpected, it seems as you stop midstroke. My
Speaker 1: hands slowly cross your legs as I alternate my gaze
Speaker 1: from your eyes to your deck and back again. I
Speaker 1: start to lean in with a quick exhale. You let
Speaker 1: go of your cock. I stop, look you in the
Speaker 1: eye one last time and put a single wet kiss
Speaker 1: on the shaft of your cock. I'm opening my mouth
Speaker 1: so my tongue reaches the bottom of your shaft, after
Speaker 1: which I lick my way all away to the top.
Speaker 1: You're shaking, your hands, digging into the arm of the
Speaker 1: rest of your chair as my mouth engulfs the head.
Speaker 1: Now it's your turn to moan. I suck on it
Speaker 1: and let it escape my lips with a loud oh
Speaker 1: fuck you whisper. Oh yes we will, I say, as
Speaker 1: I take you in again. Another switch must have triggered
Speaker 1: because your hips are moving now, pushing yourself further into
Speaker 1: my mouth. Fuck. Yes, that's it, the point of no return.
Speaker 1: I've got you. Now you will fuck me. Your cock
Speaker 1: will taste my pussy. I'm not great at deep throat,
Speaker 1: but I make up for it by being sloppy and
Speaker 1: using my tongue. You certainly seem to enjoy yourself more
Speaker 1: and more. I've got one hand at the base of
Speaker 1: your cock, making sure I can please it, while my
Speaker 1: other hand is between my legs. Again, I can't help myself.
Speaker 1: I'm sower up that two fingers slide in with ease.
Speaker 1: Your hands have left them on the arm rest as
Speaker 1: they are holding my head. Now. Luckily I can keep
Speaker 1: you from going too deep, but I'm letting you set
Speaker 1: the pace and boy, do you like it fast? It's
Speaker 1: almost like you're afraid this will end soon. I have
Speaker 1: to use both hands to get you out of my
Speaker 1: mouth for some air panting. I look at you, and
Speaker 1: your pre come around my lips while I'm stroking you.
Speaker 1: Not so fast. I tell you I don't want you
Speaker 1: to come yet, just enjoy. You seem relieved knowing that
Speaker 1: there is more to come. I like your cock like
Speaker 1: a melting eyicicle, all the way along the shaft, popping
Speaker 1: the head in my eager mouth now and again for
Speaker 1: some tongue. You seem to ease into it now, happy
Speaker 1: with the knowledge I'll let you come soon. My pussy
Speaker 1: feels lonely, and it really thinks it deserves that cock.
Speaker 1: So I stand up, turn around, drop my little skirt.
Speaker 1: As I lean to hold on your knees, you instinctively
Speaker 1: grab my butt both hands. Actually good, I love having
Speaker 1: your hands on me. With your legs still spread, I
Speaker 1: slowly sit down on your lap, making sure that your
Speaker 1: gorgeous cock makes its way inside my throbbing pussy. We
Speaker 1: both savor that moment of my ass touching your groin,
Speaker 1: both moaning at the sensation. You feel so fucking good
Speaker 1: inside me. I'd start moving my warm pussy up and
Speaker 1: down your cock, reveling in the feel of it, of
Speaker 1: it finally being in there, your cock inside me, inside
Speaker 1: my pussy, making me feel so damn I'm good. Yes,
Speaker 1: grab my hips, keep me steady. That feeling of your warm,
Speaker 1: hard cock so far inside me is driving me mad
Speaker 1: with desire. I've dreamed about this, I've touched myself while
Speaker 1: doing it, but it never has felt like this. One
Speaker 1: of your hands grabs a boob, and I cannot believe
Speaker 1: you're touching me, let alone touching me there. What am
Speaker 1: I thinking? You're fucking me? Nevertheless, your hands on me
Speaker 1: feel more personal, if that makes any sense. I feel
Speaker 1: you maaging my rhythm, thrusting upwards as I come down
Speaker 1: on your cock. You seem impatient or are you about
Speaker 1: to come? I look back at you and see your
Speaker 1: eyes fixed on your hard dick injuring me. You seem mesmerized.
Speaker 1: Could it be that you've dreamed about this too, that
Speaker 1: you've wanted me all along? If so, then you have
Speaker 1: shown impressive restraint. But there is no restraint now you
Speaker 1: are seriously fucking me. You luck up for a second,
Speaker 1: see me with my mouth opened and I'm sure a
Speaker 1: face full of desire. You stop me from coming down
Speaker 1: on you again, and with unexpected strength, you push me forward.
Speaker 1: I landed my hands and knees on the ottoman. I
Speaker 1: don't think I'm calling the shots any more. You just
Speaker 1: growl as you enter me again. I fucking love being
Speaker 1: taken like this. You put one foot next to me
Speaker 1: and leaned forward, a little, pressing down on my shoulders.
Speaker 1: I can't help but lower my chest onto the upholstery.
Speaker 1: The change of position lets you reach places inside me
Speaker 1: I did not know were there, pleasure points when touched
Speaker 1: sends me reeling with desire. Fuck you know what you're doing.
Speaker 1: You're thrust is harder and, if possible, deeper. Ah, fuck,
Speaker 1: so deep. This is far beyond my dreams. This is ecstasy.
Speaker 1: I don't care anymore what you do. Just don't stop.
Speaker 1: Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop pounding your cock into
Speaker 1: my eager pussy. Don't stop thrusting, don't stop, just don't.
Speaker 1: I feel like I'm being used, used for your pleasure,
Speaker 1: and I want you to use me. I want you
Speaker 1: inside me. I want you to just fuck me. You're
Speaker 1: fucking me so hard. I just can't stay on my
Speaker 1: knees anymore. I have to lay down on my stomach
Speaker 1: as I'm grown. You quickly adjust your feet on the ground,
Speaker 1: your cock never missing a beat as I try to
Speaker 1: keep my little ass up. This feels so fucking good.
Speaker 1: St after thrust hits me. Your ball's against my thighs,
Speaker 1: your cock deep inside me, my ass against your belly.
Speaker 1: Then I find the perfect angle for my hips, the
Speaker 1: angle where your cock touches my insides. Oh so good.
Speaker 1: My hand wiggles itself under me as I reach for
Speaker 1: my clip. This is how I want to come, knowing
Speaker 1: you are enjoying yourself, that I'm pleasing you, that your
Speaker 1: cock is inside me. I don't have much room, but
Speaker 1: I can make it work. My clip is so wet
Speaker 1: from my juices flowing down that my fingers slide over
Speaker 1: it with these I'm rubbing myself while you fuck my pussy.
Speaker 1: And I'll come like this, like your little fuck toy,
Speaker 1: your plaything. As I feel myself reaching my own orgasm,
Speaker 1: I hear your stuttering breath indicating your back to come too.
Speaker 1: The thought of me making come is too much. I
Speaker 1: grab and rub anything I can find between my legs,
Speaker 1: my clip, the inside of my thighs. I even feel
Speaker 1: your cock and balls, and then wave after wave of
Speaker 1: pleasure takes over. I'm shuddering underneath you as you thrust
Speaker 1: more forcefully into me. You're coming too. I do my
Speaker 1: very best to give you everything that I have. I
Speaker 1: want you to remember this as best fuck you've ever had.
Speaker 1: I hear you grunt, followed by that warm feeling inside me.
Speaker 1: I push my ass up a little more. You grunt
Speaker 1: some more, and in one long and noisy exhale, you
Speaker 1: squirt your come deep inside me. Your movements are erratic
Speaker 1: as you try to recover from coming. I'm in a haze,
Speaker 1: slowly realizing what had just happened, That I I made
Speaker 1: you come, and that you fucked me. Finally, you collapse
Speaker 1: to the sofa next to us. I cannot move yet.
Speaker 1: I'm still lying on my hand in the other dangling
Speaker 1: uselessly off the side. But I can see you. I
Speaker 1: see you're looking at me, and I crack a little
Speaker 1: smile when you return that smile. I canni help but giggle.
Speaker 1: What the hell did we just do? You tell me
Speaker 1: that this was amazing, that I was amazing, and I
Speaker 1: can only make a kiss sound, as I'm still too
Speaker 1: tired for being well and properly fucked. That changes quickly
Speaker 1: as we both hear my friend's car drive up to
Speaker 1: the house.