I guess this may as well be counted as part two, considering it’s the same girl.
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“You know, we don’t *have* to have sex”, said Elena as we undressed for bed.
“I totally agree” I said, sitting on the bed to remove my jeans.
“You agree? With… with which part?” She removed her bra and jumped up onto the bed beside me to remove her socks.
I laid back in bed, “With what you said, you’re right. Of *course* we don’t have to. I’m sorry if something I did made you feel differently.” I turned my face away from her.
“Oh, no, baby – that’s not at *all* what I was-” Elena leaned over and saw me smiling towards the wall. “You fucking asshole!” She beat my chest with her little hands before sliding under the covers with me, both of us wearing t-shirts and underwear. I laughed as she snuggled against me, placing her head on my chest. “It’s not funny! I thought you were serious.”
“That’s what made it funny!” I shifted us both, being a foot taller, and so we spooned inches apart. “And seriously, you’re right. If you’re not feeling it, don’t worry about it, I’m pretty tired anyways.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, and thanks again for letting me crash with you tonight, either way. I know you’re in an open relationship, but still.”
Elena reached back and ran her hand along the outside of my leg, “No, shush, it’s nothing, thanks for coming.”
I could always see through Elena, maybe that’s why she always invited me back, rearranging her life for someone she’d never actually hung out with. I needed a place to crash in the city sometimes, would arrive between 9pm and 4am, and would leave first thing. Our pattern was, above all, fun, but her new husband threw a wrench in it. On the other hand, through this I discovered how much I enjoyed making another man a cuckold.
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That’s how I knew what Elena’s “leg touch” meant. She always broached physical contact timidly, always scared of rejection on some level. I put my arm over her and dragged her back against my body, moving her hair out of the way. She only reached up to my shoulder, and so I breathed in the scent of her conditioner as she got comfortable against the curves of my body.
“I mean it *is* an open relationship.” She said in the dark.
I hadn’t been lying about being tired and was nearly asleep, so my eloquent self responded with, “mwah? wha?”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you were asleep…” She reached up and stroked my shoulder, her hips grinding ever so slightly, as if unsure I’d even notice.
All I said was “All good.”
Elena kept grinding her ass along the imprint of my cock, which increasingly pushed back. I was waking up.
Because of our position, a tilt of the head meant her ear was beside my mouth. “Someone’s horny, huh?” I growled each word.
She felt my hand snake up through her shirt and grasp her tit, pinching and playing with the nipple, and a moment later she answered, “Yes, Daddy.”
I knew her underwear was soaked already because I could feel my own already becoming moist, and she pushed her hands against the wall she faced for more leverage, grinding herself with more and more force, my cock now in her thigh gap.
“You know what I realized babygirl? I like that you’re married.”
Elena sped up, reaching down with one hand to hold my cock straight as she rubbed herself against me, the other hand reaching up to grasp my hair.
“I’m going to fill your little married pussy tonight, and tomorrow you can tell him whatever you want, but I *know-“*
I reached down and pulled our underwear to the side, Elena’s quick breaths becoming desperate pants.
“I *know* that my babygirl is **mine**. Whatever you say when we’re not apart is fine, because”
I angled my hips downwards, and when she pushed herself back she impaled herself on my cock, already so wet that she barely slowed, taking most of me.
We moaned together, her hand pulling my hair hard.
“Because?” She urged me on, rotating her hips, but at her question I threw my weight over her, my cock, still inside her, forcing her facedown. I held her prone, covering her body with my own and biting her neck and ear as I fucked her slowly in that tightest of positions. I could feel she was getting close already.
“You know why. Tell me as you cum for me.” I slid an arm under her body, playing with her clit as I felt, in a strange moment of objectivity, my own cock slide in and out of her.
“Daddy *please*.”
I knew she wasn’t begging to cum; That was happening no matter what. I used my left hand to hold her by the throat, extra leverage as I threw myself to and fro, stretching her out. Her pussy seemed to stretch and collapse around me repeatedly, sucking me in and tightening as I pulled out, and I grunted in her ear as I started to cum, my right hand still flicking and mashing her clit. I thought about how she
“***Fuck. Cum with me.***”
I felt her tighten up on command, her body becoming rigid, her arms wrapped around the one punishing her pussy from below.
“Yes, Daddy, plea- *Fuck,* ***please*** *fill me up Daddy,* *it’s yours, it’s all yours. Your cock owns this marri- married cuhhn–.*”
Her words became a whine as she came, not moaning anymore but crying out as we rode our orgasms, my fingers still playing with her pussy. I could only hold her neck with my teeth as I came, grunting as she stiffened, then vibrated, her orgasm seeming to prolong my own. Rope after rope filled her until I was spent and collapsed atop her, my cock still half hard, so as we laid in our bliss, unmoved, we rocked our hips, feeling how my cock seemed to stir within her.
She kissed the bicep of the arm below her as I extricated it before whispering, “thank you Daddy.”
I kissed the top of her head, my cock softening and slipping out. “Of course, babygirl.”
We showered quickly and clambered back in bed, my eyes closed before I hit the pillow. Elena pulled herself closer to me and wrapped her legs around my torso, kissing along my chest and jaw before leaning towards my ear. She rubbed her pussy against whatever part of me she happened to be on as she spoke, shifting about, “please just one more time? Please Daddy? You can play with my ass.”
I opened one eye and smiled, “I *can*? You love that, you’re not doing me a favor.”
“I know…” She smiled, “I was just saying that *this* time, you can.”
“Hmm.” I rolled onto my back, but closed my eyes. “I might need some convincing, we’ll see. I’m sleepy.”
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