Since Karen's decision to use me as her occasional live-in sex toy, life had been pretty quiet. I'd expected as much. A week or so after her decision I'd started a mandatory training course designed to make me employable. I was therefore out of the house much more often and this cut down her opportunity to get me on my own. I knew something was up, though, when on my way out one morning she asked what time I'd be back and, when Mike disappeared to use the bathroom, groped my arse.
I got back around 4pm to find an empty house. I got changed – jeans, t-shirt – and grabbed something to read. At a little after five Karen walked through the door.
"How quickly can you get yourself hard?" she snapped.
I shrugged.
"Depends on the inspiration" I told her.
"A quickie, with me, in the hallway, in about two minutes" she said, which helped a lot.
A few moments later I heard Mike saying "Well, if I don't go and do it today I won't get the chance until Saturday" and the slamming of a car door. At this point, I'm standing in my room with my cock out, stroking it. I stick my head around the doorway and there's Karen stepping out of her knickers.
"He's gone to run an errand," she said "so I want a fuck. I want a load in my cunt before he comes home…can you manage it?"
"Yep" I said "but not in the hallway" and I took her hand and led her to the living room where I bent her over the back of the sofa and pulled her skirt up around her hips. She wiggled, stuck her arse out and shifted position a couple of times before she was comfortable. I stepped up behind her and was deligted to find that she'd been anticipating her fuck; she was delightfully wet and eager. I pushed my cock into her, felt her pussy grip me and started a decent paced rhythm. She pushed back, grinding against me, and then started asking questions.
"How often do you wank? I bet it's daily. I've bene thinking about you and your cock all day. You're going to show me what it's like when you stroke it. I want to watch you wank. Would you like that? Do you like fucking me behind Mike's back? Do you like knowing you're filling someone else's girlfriend with your cum?"
To be honest, she had a lovely arse and with my hands on her hips and my cock as deep in side her as I could get it, she could have been reading her horoscope for all I cared. None of what she was saying was for my benefit anyway. I was pretty sure she was playing with her clit while I fucked her because I thought I could feel her gripping my cock more and more tightly, and also could feel the occasional brush of fingers. I switched off. Sometimes it's enough to be fucking someone – you don't need any extra help outside of a willing partner and their body. I hadn't cum in a couple of days, so I was more than ready and after what felt like almost no time I was getting close. I told her so, and her fingers sped up.
"Good" she gasped "he'll be home in a minute".
That was when the dark and nasty part of my brain that had agreed to this in the first place thought seriously about deliberately getting caught. Getting her on her knees, in the hall, with my cock in her mouth as her boyfriend walked in the door seemed like the sexiest thing imaginable at that moment.
I didn't. I buried my cock in her and filled her eager pussy with my cum, just like she wanted, and stayed inside her while she kicked off her own orgasm a minute or two later. As it turned out, we had minutes to spare and were cleaned and respectable before Mike got home.
That night, I lay in bed and thought back to that dangerous impulse. I knew that my subconsciousness was attempting to pull the rip cord and get me out of a potentially bad situation, but doing it the worst way possible. I didn't sleep easily that night. The following day, a Friday, I had nowhere to be. I got up late and showered, wandering back to my room to find Karen in my bed. She'd called in sick and wanted attention. I was ready for her to reach for my cock and insist that I wank for her amusement, but instead she curled up next to me and cuddled me for a while. We lay there, me wondering what was going on, and all of a sudden I got an explanation that I hadn't been expecting.
She knew Mike was going to propose by the end of the year. She'd only ever been with him and wanted to get some experience under her belt before committing to him, but he was far too controlled to do anything he hadn't planned and considered. She had a list of things she wanted to do with me, and she hoped we could explore some things together.
The art of being a good guest is knowing when to leave the party. Younger me was a pretty poor guest.
The minute I agreed, she uncoiled and reached for my cock, which I'd been sort of hoping she'd do, stroking it until I was hard and then kissing her way down my torso until she reached the base. Then she left the bed, and the room, returning a few minutes later witha spoon and a pot of chocolate mousse.
"Breakfast" she announced, and ate a spoonful.
"Do I get any?" She smiled and spooned a blob onto the head of my cock, then proceeded to lick it off slowly and completely. This was accompanied by a maddening amount of eye contact and gentle stroking. She proceeded to repeat this – a spoonful from the pot and then one from my cock – until the pot was empty at which point she gave my cock a thorough cleaning with her tongue. By the time she'd finished I was harder than I'd ever been and almost desperate to get inside her, but she wasn't finished. She sat at the end of the bed and spread her legs, then veryu deliberately put on a show for me, stroking and penetrating her pussy, playing with her clit, talking an endless stream of sexy filth that left me in no doubt that she wanted my cock but was having fun denying herself – and me – the simple pleasure of a good, hard fuck. She had me stroke myself occasionally to stay hard or just so she could watch me do it. Then she sprawled next to me, wrapped one hand around my cock and held it while we kissed and groped one another, pressing skin to skin as much as possible. She straddled me, and after a little logistical difficulty she lowered herself onto my cock. It took a minute or two for her to get comfortable, so I touched and stroked her tits and stomach, played with her nipples and tried very hard not to explode inside her as more and more of me disappeared into her welcoming cunt.
We stayed like that, connected and quiet, for a few minutes. Karen gave me a squeeze with her inner muscles, and then giggled – which did something very pleasant for both of us. Very slowly and deliberately she began to move, rocking.
"Got to be careful" she said, "otherwise it'll be over too soon. And I don't want either of us cumming yet."
I told her exactly how tight and hot her cunt was, and what she was doing to me, which made her grin from ear to ear but also seemed to push her closer to the edge. I played with her nipples a little more just to make my point. I warned her that I might not be able to hold back and she asked what I meant. I told her I needed to fuck her, needed to cum inside her, to feel her cum on me in return. Her rocking became grinding, which got more and more intense. She tried bouncing up and down on my cock, but after it slipped out once too often she went back to grinding and then leaned back so she could play with her clit. Neither of us was in control any more, and she came loudly, with me buried deep inside her and I followed her a moment or two later, holding her hips while she shook and trembled. We lay together quietly for a while, her with her arm over my chest and her leg over my thigh.
We stayed in my bed for most of the rest of the day. I made her cum with my fingers, teased her and explored her as much as I could and we ended with a quick, animal fuck on the floor of the bedroom when we realised we both needed to cum and had about half an hour to make it look like we hadn't been having sex all day. She just got down on all fours, presented her ass to me and I slipped into her from behind. We lasted a minute or two of frantic pounding, grunting and moaning before I filled her with cum for the second time that day. She insisted I stay in her while she fingered her clit to orgasm. It didn't taker her long, then we took a moment to cuddle in a pile on the floor before she picked herself up and, with my cum on her thigh, she gave me a date.
"Keep that weekend free" she said, and disappeared to the shower, leaving me wondering what she meant.
That night, Mike spent time playing video games and talking about his day. I was preoccupied, and made an excuse to head off to bed early. Karen stopped by, kissed me and slipped me a note with the date she'd mentioned earlier and "we'll talk on Sunday". I was left wondering what Sunday would be about.
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