I told you NEVER to come here!

It was one of those steamy, humid, sultry summer nights. Even with the sun down and the first hint of a breeze, the air was just electric and torrid, an omen of what was to come.

You’d been feeling it all day; that potent mix of playfulness and sheer lust. You’d tried to get yourself off while imagining my gorgeous cock, but it had only left you frustrated and with an ache between your legs that you couldn’t seem to relieve. All day at work you’d been distracted, fantasizing. People had noticed and you’d gone home early. But your apartment seemed small and confining, and no amount of AC could cool you down. There was only one thing for it.

You parked a couple of blocks away, but that still didn’t prevent the butterflies in your stomach as you walked towards my house. What if somebody sees me, you thought? This was definitely against the explicit instructions I had given you. But you couldn’t wait, not this time. Like a thief you stole around the side of my attractive mid-century modern house and slipped behind the tall hedges that surrounded our pool. Here, you were finally safe.

You peered into the windows at the back of the house, curious to get a glimpse of the home and family life of the man who you shouldn’t be with. The successful man with the great job, beautiful wife, gorgeous kids. I had everything to lose, but I was powerless to stop seeing you. I needed you, just you. Jenny, my insatiable young fucktoy. I was willing to risk it all to have my cake and eat you, too. How I craved our filthy fuckfests, our disgusting forays to the edge of carnal pleasure. And how you yearned for nothing but the feeling of my cock and cum on your face, in your cunt, up your ass.

You casually dropped your skirt and took off your top and lay on the chaise by the pool in your sheer black bra and panties, listening to the gentle trickle of water as the pumps cycled the pool water around. Birds chirped. The air had that faint buzzing noise that you get in the summer, and you mindlessly stroked your pussy as you thought of me.

Before long you rose to take a dip in the pool to cool off. The water felt amazing as you dipped under the surface. When you emerged, your body tensed immediately. A light was on in the house. What if it’s his wife or kids? How will I explain this? Seconds passed as if they were hours, and nothing compared to the wave of relief and lust that you felt when you saw me emerge into the living room off the back deck. Like a Pavlovian response, your pussy soaked at the mere sight of me. I was looking good, my tailored suit and shirt accentuating that I was still in good shape, even though much older.

Your playfulness returned, and you grabbed a handful of the small stones that bordered the pool. You threw one and it hit the French doors as I sat with my post-work scotch. I turned, peered around, but seeing nothing I turned back to the paper I was reading. You threw another. This time of course it had to be something. I got up, took another swig of scotch, and went to the French doors for a better look.

That’s when I saw you smiling up at me from the pool.

I opened the doors, staring at you. “What the fuck are you doing here, Jenny? Are you crazy?” I whispered. “My wife and kids will be home any time now!” You giggled and batted your eyelashes at me. “I just had to see you, John,” you said, “I’ve been soooo horny all day…and it’s soooo hot.” You giggled again but I was not laughing. “Get out of here, Jenny. Go the fuck home.” And I backed up, closing the French doors and leaving the living room, turning out the light as I went. You saw a light go on in a bedroom, but did not see me in the room. After a while, you threw another stone that hit the bedroom window. You expected to see me appear there at the window…

I appeared behind you in the pool, naked, startling you and you gasped as you felt my warm skin on yours. I had grabbed you by the throat from behind, but even though I sounded angry, you could feel the hardness of my throbbing cock pressing against your ass. My mouth was at your ear. “What the fuck, Jenny? We talked about this. You are NEVER to come to this house!” You whimpered; it was a little hard to breathe. “But John,” you managed to whisper, “I had to see you. I need your cock. I want your heavy balls in my mouth. I crave your cum on my face. Don’t you want to paint your little slut, John? Don’t you want to make me messy with your load baby? You won’t believe how tight and wet my cunt is today, John. Make me your cumdrunk little fuckpig, baby…”

You could feel it right away…the animal lust that you tease out of me. The anger/hate mixed with unbridled sexual tension. You’re going to get it again, and you love it.

I grab you by the hair and drag you out of the pool. “Fine,” I growl. It pinches a bit, but then I release you to face me. I’m fully naked and my cock is standing at attention in front of me. I rip off your bra and you step out of your panties. “Give them to me,” I command, and you of course obey. “Get on the chaise on all fours, facing me, Jenny. If you want me, you’re going to take me like the fucking little cumslut that you are.” I use your bra and panties like a leash to pull your face forward onto my steely cock. You gag as it goes all the way in and I hold it there. “Lick my balls, Jenny. Lick my fucking balls while my cock is down your throat.” Your tongue slithers out from under my shaft and tickles my heavy nuts as drool and precum stream out of your mouth and tears run down your face. “Is this what you wanted, Jenny? Is this why you came here you little slut?” As I start to fuck your pretty face, you manage to look up at me and nod. “Yes,” you gasp as I finally pull out and let you get some air. “Yes, sir. Just what I want…your cock down my throat…always.”

I groan as I smear my spit-wet cock and ponderous balls all over your face, then back in to feel the hot tongue. Using the lingerie to pull your head roughly back and forth on my cock, the choking and gargling sounds getting a little too loud for my liking. After all, there are neighbors to think about…But I’m in the throes of demonic hunger. My sexual appetite for you knows no limits and no shame. I pull out and pull you close to me, then I cram your musky panties into your mouth with the bra. “This should keep you quiet,” I say as I spin you around and push you down on the chaise. I lean down and lick your pussy, trailing upwards to your puckered asshole as I rim you for a second and you let out a low animal groan at the nasty pleasure of it. Then I stand and waste no time sinking my raging cock into your willing cunt. As always, you gasp at the sudden penetration; the violation that you’d been dreaming of all day. I’m gripping your hips hard enough that you know you’ll have some bruises there later on, and I’m slamfucking that tight young fuckslot with a violence that startles even you. You realize that I’m fucking you with a hate and intensity that comes from knowing that if my wife walks in, I lose everything, and all because of you.

The smacks on your ass are leaving bright red marks, and the volume and intensity of your mewling, even with your mouth stuffed full with your underwear, is starting to concern me. So I pull out and grab you once again by the hair. “Come with me, Jenny, you little whore. Your moaning enough to make the neighbors think that I’m murdering cats.” You have no choice but to follow me on your hands and knees as I “walk” my little pet slut into the house and into my bedroom…the marital bed. I let you go and stare at you. “Spread,” is all I say.

You jump on the bed on your back, your toned athlete’s legs standing up at a 90 degree angle, ramrod straight, before you look me dead in the eye and spread them as wide as they can go, exposing your beautiful pussy, still gaping a little from the pounding you have just taken.“Destroy me, lover,” you say, “make me your used up little fucktoy.”

I growl as I sink to my knees and bury my face in your cunt. I fill my nostrils with the awesome scent of your sex, then I pull back and spit right on your clit and rub it in with the full force of my hand. A little rough, but still bringing the blood to those delicate nerves and sending a rush of warm pleasure through your body. Like a starving man, I bury my face between your legs, hungrily tasting you, licking your clit, tongue fucking you, licking your ass. It’s so fucking dirty and you love it. Unchained by being inside, you let out a torrent of filthy words.

“Fuck yes, John! God, you fucking animal. Taste that pretty young cunt! Make my pussy beg for more of your fat cock. I’m your goddamn fucking cumwhore baby, and your tongue feels so fucking good in my pussy!” I’ve got two fingers in you now, hooking around to work your g-spot as my tongue homes in on your puffy, swollen clit. It’s building in you now, and you know how I love to fuck your pussy after it has freshly cum. I stay at a steady pace, steady pressure, my fingers caressing as my tongue circles. You start to lose it. “Ohmyfuckinggod that’s it, John, don’t stop John don’t ever stop! I’m gonna cum, John, you’re gonna make your little fucktoy cum so hard baby ohfuckohfuckohfuck YYYYEEESSSSS!!” And with that your pussy spasms and you squirt that delicious cum right into my mouth, coating my face and making it shine as I firmly hold your hips to keep your clit on my tongue even though you beg me not to…it’s too sensitive…until another fucking wave hits you and you realize that you’ve never had multiple orgasms until this moment. I’m forcing you to push through when you thought you had to stop and the room is spinning and your head is blurry and all you can feel is everything in your body focusing down to one point in your crotch and FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!

That’s when I get up and I smack my cock on your clit, smearing it up and down to get the folds of your slit to open for me and I bury myself in you once again, and as the waves of your orgasms are still going I can feel the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy walls pulling me in, trying to milk the cum from my balls. But I’m not having it. I hold your legs apart at the thighs and take the longest, smoothest strokes. “Look at it, Jenny!” I command. “Look at my cock owning you. Taking you. What are you, Jenny?” And you can’t take your eyes off my glorious cock as it pistons in and out of you and you say, “I’m your cumhungry little whore, John. I came here today because I need you to fuck me, take me, own me. I don’t care what happens. I need this.”

And hearing that submission is what really brings me home. My pace quickens, you can see my balls start to tighten and churn, and with an almighty roar I pull out and pull you forward, sliding off the bed to be in front of my, my cock inches from your face as I spasm and twitch and a monstrous load of hot cum blasts from the tip of my cock and onto you face, and drips down onto your tits and down your belly. And as I step back to look at you properly, you look up at me. Like this:

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And just then we hear a car in the driveway. I grab your panties and bra and through them at you and open the window. You crawl out, sweat and spit and cumcovered, and silently dress by the pool, and as you slip up the side of the house, you hear me say to my loving wife, “yeah, I just got back from a workout, I’m pretty sweaty, gonna take a shower before dinner…” and you can’t help but wonder: but surely she’ll smell us?

And back to your car you go, driving into the night, smiling, my cum dried to your body, your pussy sore and throbbing, finally released from the day’s sexual anguish.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/juedd2/i_told_you_never_to_come_here