[F4M] That one time I fantasized about the architect my parents hired and had a bit of fun with him. [Yes, part one.]

“Have you gotten furniture for your bedroom, yet?” He asks, going through the mini walk-in closet I had in my new bedroom, inside our new house. I shook my head in response, sitting on the edge of the bed as I looked at him, “Well… I have a bed and I ordered a desk and a mirror online which I think will arrive this weeked.” I retorted and started wondering why on earth he was still around despite our house now finished.

He was the architect my parents hired to design our new house. He was pretty young, like mid-20s young. His black hair in a faded haircut, the top part was always brushed up. He stood almost a whole foot taller than me, even taller when he had his business shoes. His body was not super ripped but you could tell that he had a flat and slightly muscular stomach and his arms were meaty. I’m telling you, everytime he lifted something up, the veins on his arms would pop out as well as his muscles over in his arms. He was attractive, okay, I’ll say it. He just had this charisma that had me almost swooning over him.

“A mirror?” He turned to me, his eyebrow arched. “Where are you going to place that?” He asks and looks around my bedroom, before pointing with his index finger on the space beside the dresses. “There?” He asks. I shook my head to a no once more, “I was planning on putting it over there… so I could see myself in bed.” I answered and there was actually a whole different reason why I wanted to do so… but I was never going to tell him.

“That’s strange… or… is there another reason why you want a mirror placed there?” He asks and my jaw almost dropped to the floor, looking at him as I blinked my eyes a few times. I chuckled nervously as he sat on the edge of the bed, beside me. “Oh, come on… I have a mirror by my bed for *that* reason too.” He smirks devilishly, leaning back as he lets his arms prop himself up. “Your parents have a mirror in their room, right? But inside their closet… unlike you, who wants to place a mirror directly by your bed.” He says and my body warms up, my knees buckled as I laid my back flat on the bed. “I mean… putting a mirror where I want it wouldn’t hurt, right?” I asked and looked up only to see him with the mirror he got from my parents’ room, closing my door and placing it in my bedroom where I told him I wanted to place a mirror.

“You’re kidding me, aren’t you?” I sighed and rolled my eyes, standing beside the mirror, looking at it and at me. “Now… why don’t you try and see if a mirror… placed here would be okay?” He asks and walks back up to me, he stood in front of me and cupped my cheek, his thumb caressing on my reddended cheek. “I always kind of figured out you had that spicy side in you.” His eyes scan my whole face, looking at my lips and then finally staring into my eyes. “Remember when you dropped your stuff like… a few days ago?” He asks and I nod slightly but a bit unsure what happened then. “I saw your drawing… I must say, I kind of liked it.” He mumbles, his voice going a bit raspy.

“What drawing?” I asked and he smirks widely, “The one where the girl was on her back… a guy in between her legs… *fucking her*.” He leans down a little, letting out a deep chuckle as I took a gulp. “You liked it, didn’t you?” He asks, “I bet drawing that got you all wet and aroused.” He says in a whispering tone, a full shiver running down my back. “Would it hurt to admit that I draw stuff like that because thinking about it… happening to me… turns me on a lot?” I replied, attempting to be up against him and his teasing.

He gripped my chin a bit tight, slipping his thumb inside my mouth as he said, “Look at you… the first time I saw you… I assumed you were your parents’ good little girl.” He chuckles and lets out a deep breath, “But… I know a dirty slut when I see one.” He licks his lips and finally leans forward, pressing his lips against mine. Our kiss was full of hunger… and maybe deep lusting for each other.

His free hand rests on my waist, rubbing up and down. “I’ll sit down and you sit on my lap.” He pulls away, sitting on the edge of the bed as I shift myself across his lip. My legs resting on either side of his thighs. I rest my arms on his shoulder and slightly press my core against him, earning a soft moan from his plump lips. He leans forward and I do so as well, deepening the kiss as he grips on my waist. His hands slowly making their way over my ass over my jeans. The tension was just thickening, his hands gripping on his ass even tighter as I felt the bulge on his pants grow.I haven’t made out with someone like this. Where the tension just made me ache and my whole body was definitely getting into it. Maybe it was because he was a few years older than I was and he immediately knew what to do, he knew how to cup on my ass and how to kiss right.

“What do you want to do, huh? Do you want to show me how good you can make me feel with your mouth?” He asks, looking up into my eyes with a tinge of pure lust in his darkened eyes. I nodded, happily obliging to his request as I kissed him more, before letting my lips trail down to his jaw and placing soft nibbles on it. Before placing sloppy kisses on his neck, lifting myself up a little.

I could feel his eyes following every movement my lips did. I went down on my knees, looking up at him as I rested my hands on his thighs. I held a firm grip on his full thighs, as he leaned back a little. My hand fondled with the buckle of his belt and with one swift move, unbuckling it. Next thing was his zipper, his bulge outlined on his tight jeans very well. He watches me intently, my fingers slightly rubbing against his growing shaft as I unzipped his jeans. A soft hum coming out his pursed lips.

“You know exactly what to do, don’t you, angel?” He rasps, his hand grasping on my hair a bit as I nodded, licking my lips. “Come on then… make me proud… prove to me that you’re daddy’s good little girl.” His words alone could make me explode into my climax… which meant it only made me even more turned on.

I gripped on the waistband on his jeans, making sure I would be able to pull down his boxers as well. I bit my lip and slowly tugged on his jeans and his boxers, his thick and swollen cock stood tall. I took a gulp and he smirks, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock as he strokes himself. I licked my lips at the sight of him stroking his cock, that grew even more as he pumped his hand on his thick shaft.

I leaned forward, gripping on his thighs a bit lighter as I stared into his eyes as he unwraps his hands around himself. My hand took place around the base. He felt warm and hard, veins bulging on the side of his slightly curved cock. I saw a bit of pre-cum oozing out on the slit, my thumb scooping them all up as I started stimulating on his sensitive tip. He tugs on my hair, biting his lip as his hips bucked forward against my hand.

He licked his lips and let out a deep moan, “If you keep doing that… I’m gonna cum right away…” His voice was breathy and deep, followed by long trails of deep moans. “But… I really want to cum all over your perfect tits, sweetheart.” I bit my own lip over what he said, my grip around the base of his cock tightens. Feeling him throb around the firm grasp of my hand. “Can you take off your shirt for me? I wanna see you.” He says softly and I nod, unwrapping my hand around him as I tug on the end of my shirt. Pulling it up over my head to reveal the black laced bra I had worn. I open my eyes and see his dilated pupils narrowing down to my full breasts that were perfectly cupped by the bra I had on.

A grunt rolls off of his lips as he reaches forward and cups my right breast, taking it in his hands as I reach around and unclasping the hooks of my bra. The straps falling down to my shoulders, making him lick his lips. He removes his hand over my breast and takes the initiative of taking off my bra. My full and perky breasts slipping out of the fabric, earning a groan from him. “You like what you see?” I ask and he smirks, nodding a few times. “Love it.” He whispers and I wrap my hand around his length again, now feeling him incredibly hard to the point where my fingertips weren’t even able to meet.

I let him watch my hands pump on his thick and girthy cock, licking my lips as I tried to build a pace. The way he grunted and moaned softly only encouraged me to hold a much tighter grip around his cock. But as I looked up into his eyes, an idea popped in my head.

I lean forward, my face just mere inches away from the tip of his length. I stick my tongue out and lick directly on the slit, feeling his thighs shake as I gripped tightly around the base of his cock. His hand making its way on the back of my head, grasping harshly on my hair as if he was guiding my head on his cock.

I part my lips a little, letting the tip of his cock slide inside my warm and wet mouth. I let my tongue twirl around him, loving how intent his eyes were on me. “Don’t tease me like that, fuck… I won’t hold back.” He grunts and the way his hips slightly bucked into my mouth made me start bobbing my head up and down on him, still stroking the base.His moans served as encouragement as I continued to bob my head up and down, speeding up and slowing down as I listened to his moans and groans. I felt his fingers tangling on my hair, tilting my head to the side with the tip of his cock bulging from the inside of my cheeks. He was full on throbbing, it made me ache and felt a wave of arousal pooling on my lower stomach.

Eventually, his hips would buck into my mouth, making his cock thrust a bit deeper. The tip almost pressed against the back of my throat. I let out moans as well, muffled ones that made him moan as well. He stared into my eyes and I was batting my eyelashes at him, a deep growl heard from him.I kept working my head on his cock, bobbing and just twirling my tongue around him until he grips on my hair and says, “Wait, baby girl… stop.” He says breathily, making me pull his cock out of my mouth. It glistened in my saliva, a bit of pre-cum visible on the tip. He pants heavily and wipes the corners of my lips.

He reaches forward and cups my cheeks, “You were almost about to make me cum, fucking hell.” He whispers, chuckling after and then ran a hand through my hair, before pulling away as he stands up, fully taking off his jeans. “Can you be a good girl for me and go on the bed? On all fours?” He says, placing sloppy kisses along my neck and to my collarbone.

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This is a pretty long one so this will be cut to two parts. Thanks for reading!

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