Milk & Cookies

The girls followed along, close in tow ready to move the merchandise and earn another badge of appreciation for their commitment.

The big business was found in the less traveled neighborhoods, one’s off the beaten path. Every door held another wealthy family who would gladly avoid the judgment of their neighbors, if they passed on the opportunity to contribute to a “good cause.”

The girls were eager, but the fake introductions had grown tiresome. 

Finally reaching one of the last doors of the night. On routine: they knocked; all giggling with the excitement of beating the other troops, selling the most, etc. 

The door opened, revealing a man in jeans, buttoned but unzipped, and a t-shirt clearly thrown on in a rush unsuspecting of visitors. 

She introduced herself as the troop leader as the girls giggled and kept interjecting with, “want to buy cookies… we have all kinds… we need to sell them all before…”

The man’s eyes never left hers, he stood – despite being slightly underdressed – handsome, confident, and assured of himself in a way she found alluring. 

Of course the discussion had to stay on track as they conducted their largest sale of the night. Joking, “I bet your family will love them.” His response, “It is just me here tonight, but it’s for a good cause.” Her heart raced as he winked with a coy smile across his face. Feeling his gaze as they walked away, he spoke one last time stating, “I hope to see you again. Good luck girls.” 

The girls all giggled with excitement and continued their rounds.

Long after the trip had ended; the kids all returned to their respective homes. She layed in her underwear playing with her clit and moving deeper in herself than she had before, imagining the man from that night. 

Feeling more confident and impulsive than she had before. She got dressed into a plaid skirt and button shirt. An outfit that could, if necessary play as a disguise of returning on business to verify his order..  If needed.

Finally she grabbed her keys to head back to the house.

Parking and walking the remaining trek back. She started to feel a pang of nerves and uncertainty. Wondering if it was possible she misread the situation from earlier that night?

Without hesitation she continued walking until finally reaching the home. She timidly rang the doorbell once. Standing in silence for moments that felt never-ending. She rang again. 

Finally she heard a shuffle on the other side, her heart rate quickened as her palms began to sweat. The door began to open as the man peered out at her. Not at all sounding surprised or shocked by her arrival, he responded, “it’s great to see you again, please, come in.” 

A smile crossed her face as she felt more welcomed. Crossing the threshold into what seemed like another world, a different reality than the one that lay on the other side. 

She blushed boldly this time as she faced the man in person. He says, “Please, make yourself comfortable.” 

She sits on the couch as her skirt pulled up her panties clearly visible, she shuffled to readjust; but he didn’t seem to mind the creeping red garment.

She danced in her head, trying to find an excuse for her arrival. An attempt that wasn’t seeming necessary as he approached and sat directly next to her on the couch. Lifting his head he brings her hair behind her ear. 

Without hesitation, he lowers his hands and begins to unbutton her blouse. Exposing her red bra. Looking her over, he ties the shirt to fit. 

Chuckling, he says, “there. That’s better. May we play?” 

Clearly welcoming the advance, she says, “of course.” Her face is a new shade of red.

With the response he hastily moves to his knees on the floor, spreading her legs exposing a matching red thong. He grabs one side and snaps it, implicating their removal. Shuffling them off, he holds them up and places them in the back pocket of his jeans. 

She holds out her hand, placing it on his cheek. As a signal: he begins to move his head: kissing her inner thighs and licking up to her clitoris. He begins to turn his head sideways to run his tongue between her lips, nibbling on her clit, bringing his left hand up… She feels his fingers slide into her. Her head falls back to the couch she curls her toes in her heels. 

Feeling the tension building as he increases the intensity of his motions. She begins to moan nearing orgasm already. A queue he follows to the fullest extent as she feels him licking up the liquid that spills out. 

Once she has climaxed, he lifts his head to speak, “let’s not ruin the couch. Should we take this to the bedroom?” 

She nods in approval. Standing she sees as he looks up her skirt from his position on his knees, biting his bottom lip softly as he does. 

He stands up and they walk through to the bedroom. 

He lays on the bed. This time, she shows her dominance and firmly pushes him back on the bed. Moving, with purpose to his jeans, she unbuttons his pants, as he removes his shirt, she begins to slide down his pants and underwear. 

His erection immediately at full mast, she giggles and licks her lips. Standing she bends down and eagerly begins to suck his cock. He lifts his head to see her from behind in the mirror. Her heels, legs, bare ass, and the toying plaid skirt showing clearly in the mirror that is usually left for the use of his daily routine. 

Nearing orgasm: she stops. Gesturing for him to move back on the bed. He does as she tells him now as she begins to straddle and lower herself onto his cock… the moisture covering his cock and lightly dripping out on his balls. 

He feels the pressure on her hips on his pelvis. Biting his lip again. He moves his hands and unties the white blouse, removing it to only her bra and plaid skirt. 

He then brings his hands to her bare hips from under the skirt, her asses reflection toying with him from the mirror. He lets out a long moan as he tightens his grip on her hips… feeling her soft skin under his fingers. He rubs them back and grabs her ass. 

She reaches back and removes the bra. His clear view of her proving to be enough to bring him to full climax. 

He pulls her in rhythm feeling the fullness in his balls building to release. 

She bites her lip and smiles as he continues to build. Feeling his full cock inside her, she began to build for release simultaneously. 

Both of them feeling entirely ready to climax, she moves her hands to his shoulders. Moving in motion she watches as he bites his lip and slowly exhales, “oh fuck.. Fuck me!” 

She responds, “I will fuck your cock until theres nothing left in it. You will beg to taste me after we’re done. I will make you cum so many times that you never want another pussy again.” 

With the words spoken they both feel the clench and tightness as their body orgasms cum in unison. Screaming out they grab for each other.

Feeling the tingle, she collapsed on the bed next to him. Unexpectedly, he moves his arm around her breast and pulls her in close. The security of his hold is found to be too comforting to leave she grabs for a blanket as they both lay there in the final still moments of the day. 

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