[Part 1 on my profile]
It had been three days since Skylar first used my body for her pleasure. Our agreement was now in full swing, the first move had been made. It was now a little over a week since we first agreed to have rights to one another’s body and she made good on it a few days later by fucking me while I played video games on our couch. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had and, truth be told, I really didn’t even do much. I just tried to focus on my game, albeit pretty unsuccessfully.
Beyond that, life had continued on fairly normal. We didn’t draw a lot of attention to our deal and went about our normal lives of work life, home life, and social life. But now it had been three days and I was feeling the desire to use her body for my pleasure. Keep in mind, I was new to all this. I had never had an arrangement of this sort before. But I liked it. There was a certain thrill to it. Plenty of thoughts crossed my mind in those days after she came to the couch.
*Do we take turns?*
*Is she waiting for me to make the next move?*
*Is she still into it?*
And now three days later, I sat at the table eating my breakfast in my black shorts with no shirt thinking about Skylar Blankenship’s naked body walking back to her bedroom that night and flashing me that smile before disappearing behind a closed door. I wasn’t overly accustomed to being up, or even awake, at 8:30am on my day off, but I had to go get my license renewed and I knew I would be sitting at the DMV for hours upon hours if I didn’t go early. I ate my egg whites from my plate as I thumbed through app after app on my phone. *Snapchat. Facebook. Instagram. Reddit. Back to Snapchat.* I put my fork down and moved on to my oatmeal in the bowl next to it. Looking down at my spoon as I scooped up the next bite, I heard Skylar’s bedroom door open. She emerged from her room in full professional attire: a blue dress shirt with a blazer over it and a darker blue pencil skirt to match the blazer. Stockings, but no shoes yet. I glanced at my watch on my wrist. 8:42AM.
“Fuck. I’m gonna be late,” she let out as she walked past me into the kitchen.
“Alarm didn’t go off?” I asked without looking up.
“Oh, it went off; I just didn’t want to get up.” I heard her respond with a kind of chuckle under her breath.
Skylar was a secretary at a local law firm. It had never really occurred to me how much she actually made, or really what her work even consisted of, but she made enough to pay rent and utilities every month and hold down a social life, so I imagine it was a fairly comfortable job. Some days she would come home dead tired, despite being a Friday, and disappear into her room for a couple hours. Probably a bit of a recharge time. Regardless, her job always required her to look good. She had to be as proper as she looked in this very moment.
I stood up from the table and grabbed my plate and bowl, brought them into the kitchen, and set them in the sink. Skylar had just opened a package of pop tarts and tossed them in the toaster. She swung around and edged past me, her ass grazing against my front. She bent over into the fridge and grabbed some orange juice out, pouring herself a glass before returning the bottle to the fridge.
“Do you think I’d look good with shorter hair?” She questioned as she closed the fridge.
I shrugged, “You’d probably look good no matter what you did to your hair.”
“You’re such a guy,” She replied, rolling her eyes and then taking a sip of her orange juice. I don’t know what I had said but apparently it was the incorrect answer.
Skylar walked to the table with her orange juice and set it down. She grabbed up her phone and began sending a text message. I felt my chest tighten a little as I looked at her. My turn. I took a deep breath and walked up behind her. I looked at where she had placed her orange juice, trying to make sure I wouldn’t make a mess right away. I reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling back in a firm manner. She let out a surprised shout as she turned her head toward me.
“What the fuck? Ow. What are you doing?” She asked.
I smiled and pushed her forward bending her over the table. I heard the toaster pop almost as soon as her torso came in contact with the table. “You said it yourself: if you’re home, you’re available.’
I reached down and pulled up her skirt, revealing her lacy black panties. With my dick growing harder and harder in my shorts, I reached and pulled her panties down just below her ass.
“You’re going to make me la—oh…fuck,” she lost her words as I pushed two fingers deep inside of her from behind. She became instantly wet on my hand. I fingered her back and forth quickly for a couple minutes before I took my hand away and pulled down my shorts. I drew back my hand and brought it down on her ass a few times, turning her ass cheeks a bright red and causing her to exclaim in a little pain with every strike. Her breathing had become heavy as she lay with her head and chest flat against the table. I repositioned myself to be directly behind her as I saw her reach for her phone. She pulled up her text messages and began to thumb a message into the text box: *Going to be kind of late. Car Trouble.*
I smiled as my dick pulsed in my hand and then pushed it forward inside of her without warning and without gentleness. I slammed every inch of my dick as far deep inside her as it would go. Immediately, she dropped her phone and let out a loud moan.
“Oh fuck…” she said again, her face and chest back against the table.
I let my dick sit inside of her, deep as it could go, without moving back and forth. She let out a few little moans and then arched her back, pushing her ass against me, almost as if to beg for it. She had nowhere to go, pinned between my body and the table. I slid back and began to pump back and forth inside of her, starting slow and then increasing speed and intensity. Her moaning matched what was being done to her. My hands pushed on her back, pressing her against the table as I leaned over her and drove myself deeper inside her. I began to thrust with a steady rhythm which proved to be just what she wanted. Her moaning became frantic. As I looked over her helpless body, my eyes landed on her hands…gripping the sides of the tables with such intensity. After a few minutes, her body gave in. She seized up, just as she had when she fucked me on the couch, but this time her knees began to buckle. She placed more of her weight into the wood table, but never for a second let go of those edges. She let out a load moan and then fell almost silent, letting out some breathy moans here and there. I increased my rhythm and began to fuck her harder into the table. Reaching out, I grabbed her hair, pulling her back into me and pushing my dick up deep inside her as I felt my point welling up. My hand found its place on her throat, as another rested on her hip, as I sped up and let out a loud moan into her ear, releasing myself inside of her. She let out a moan just after as she felt my cum fill her. I let go of her hip and her neck and she let herself gentle come back down to the table as I pulled my dick out of her.
I sat back in a chair and caught my breath as she regained her senses and stood up. She walked in front of me and leaned down to my face and then kissed me.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she said and then turned around and walked into her bedroom.
“I prefer to think of myself as a giver.” I shot back with a grin on my face.
“I have to get to work, but first I have to clean up your mess!” She called out. A few minutes later she reemerged. She rushed into the kitchen, grabbed up her now-cold pop tarts and her keys and then went into the living room and slipped on her high heels.
Skylar turned and made eye contact with me for a moment before heading for the door. She turned back and grabbed up her cell phone from the table and then quickly rushed out of the apartment.
I looked at my watch. 9:08AM.
“Well, at least you don’t have to go sit at the DMV,” I said aloud as I grabbed her orange juice that she left behind and took a deep drink.
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