An Unexpected Reunion – MF(30+), Dd, rough, oral, vag, anal, spank, consentual non-consent, drugs, degrade, hair.

It was just another, typical day for me. Wake up, shower, dress, go to work, return home, blah blah blah. I made no special plans nor did I expect anything unusual to happen. That is until I saw her. 

It was a rough day at work today, and here I am thinking Fridays were the easy days. I couldn’t be more fucking wrong if I tried. I had absolutely no motivation nor desire to cook dinner; all I wanted was some food in my gut, a cold drink, and some primo kush. Instead of a home-cooked dinner for one, I opted to go to this little Vietnamese noodle restaurant that was on my way home.

I took a seat at a table in the corner and ordered a couple gỏi cuốn, Vietnamese summer rolls, with peanut dipping sauce, phở gà, Vietnamese chicken noodle soup, and green tea. As I waited for my order to arrive, I removed my tie and watched as another customer entered the dining area. 

From my vantage point, I couldn’t see her face, but I still got a good look at her figure. She was only about 5′ 3″ and about 98 pounds, from my estimate. Her long, curly, deep copper hair cascaded down her back. She wore a light olive pencil skirt that reached to mid-thigh, and a matching jacket over a plain white blouse. It was obviously a bespoke outfit rather than an off-the-rack from the cut and attention to details. She wore black, mid heel, leather pumps that must have set her back three figures. Obviously she had money.

My phone rang a message notification. I took my eyes off of the newest customer to read my message. “Oh, Christ. Do I have to hold their hand all day?” I shook my head and put the phone back in my pocket. It can wait until Monday. I’m off the fucking clock, I thought to myself. When I looked up, I could see her face. 

Time seemed to stop that instant and I was thrown back to elementary school. Her name was Julie O’Connor. We were in the same class together since kindergarten. While the other girls in class were the typical doll playing type, Julie was a tomboy through and through. She could climb trees with the ease of a squirrel, ride a BMX bike better than any of the boys, and had a fiery temper. She could stand her ground in any fight with the boys, and win. Of course, it’s easy to win when most of the boys were taught never to hit a girl, and you kicked them square in the balls like an NFL punter. 

I knew better than to get on her wrong side. My father told me that red hair was a warning sign to a woman’s temper. He was right, as always. Of course, I was of the age when girls were “icky” and had “cooties”. Julie, for her part, would routinely punch me in the shoulder. Dad said that was a sign that a girl likes you. I didn’t believe him.

Suddenly, I was back in the present and she cocked her head and looked at me with an inquisitive expression. “Excuse me,” she said, “but you look very familiar to me.”

I looked into her emerald green eyes and said, “I believe you are correct. Julie.” A grin cut across my face.

She blinked her eyes in shock. “Bobby? Is that really you?”

“Yes, and it’s Robert now.”

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed. “I haven’t seen you since…”

“Fifth grade,” I finished. 

“Has it really been that long?”

“Welcome to the ‘Now I Feel Old Club’.” I chuckled and she laughed.

“May I join you,” she asked.

“Of course, please, have a seat.”

“So what happened to you?”

“Well, after mom died, dad was really broken up and said we needed to move; that the house held too many painful memories for him.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, taking my hand into hers. “I remember your mom being really sick that year.”

“Yeah, the cancer finally became too widespread to treat. I can still picture her withering away during her last year. She chose to stay home with the people she loved rather than some cold, clinical hospice.”

“I remember how much you tried to hide your crying at school, and how the boys picked on you for it. I was so angry that I beat up a few of them.”

“That, that was the reason you got into so many fights,” I asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. Nearly got my ass kicked out of school for it, too,” she answered with a sly grin.

“You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know, but my temper got the better of me, as usual. What do you do now,” she asked, changing the subject with all the subtlety of a brick through a plate glass window.

“I’m the Director of Digital Information for the university.”

“What is that?”

“I oversee all of the digital information, databases, web pages, online catalogs, shit like that. I research, review, assess, and purchase new subscriptions for electronic databases that support the various departmental programs. I’m also responsible for the purchase and maintenance of database servers for the university. If shit goes sideways, it’s my ass that’s on the line. I also teach a class to all incoming freshmen and transfer students on researching, vetting, and verifying information gathered from electronic sources, including, and especially, the internet.”

“Sounds like a lot of work.”

“It is. I often find myself working 60 hour weeks sometimes. What about you?”

“I’m the CFO of an international trading company.”

“I’m not surprised, considering your outfit.”

“Really?”

“Remember, I’m essentially a librarian. I’m trained to assess, analyze and interpret information.”

“You were always the smartest one in class.”

The server came by with our food, and we ate while we reminisced about the old days.

“So, are you married,” she inquired.

“You’re not very subtle, are you?”

“Does that surprise you?”

“From you, no.”

“Same old Bobby. Sorry, I meant Robert.”

“No, I’m not married. I just never had that kind of luck with women.”

“Oh, really?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“What about you? Is there a husband at home waiting?”

“Of course not. I guess I just scared them away,” she said with a knowing grin.

“You’re hiding something.”

“Who? Me? Never!” She tried to act innocent and failed miserably. 

I squinted at her with a dubious look before shaking my head to erase my doubtful glare.

The server returned to collect the dinnerware and left two checks. Before she could react, I grabbed both receipts and said, “This is on me.” My look was one that would broach no objections. I wrote the tip amount on both slips of paper, and excused myself to make the payment. 

“Well, I guess I owe you for that,” Julie said upon my return.

“Forget about it,” I waved my hand as if shooing a fly. 

“You want to know a secret,” she asked teasingly.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What is it?”

“I know someone who found you very handsome in school,” her head bowed slightly, looking at me with hooded eyes. 

“Lemme guess…”

She blushed. Dad was right, again. “I was hoping that you’d invite me over to your place.”

“For a night cap?”

“Or something more.”

How is a guy going to say “no” to that, I thought to myself. “Follow my lead.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered in a semi-serious voice. 

I was hardly inside the house when Julie threw her body against mine, pinning me to the wall. She grabbed either side of my face and pulled it down, shoving her tongue in my mouth with a passion I never knew was possible. “I want you to fuck me, Robert. Fuck me like an animal. Fuck like the whore I am.” She ground her crotch against my thigh. “And don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got; I can take it. Slap me, spank me, pull my hair, bite my tits. Make me your little slut. Treat me like a piece of fuckmeat.”

“But I don’t have any condoms around.”

“I don’t give a shit. You can fucking breed me, if you want. Just fuck my brains out.”

I slid her suit jacket over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I started to unbutton her blouse when she said, “just rip the fucking thing off of me.” I took either side of the opening with my hands and ripped the buttons off her blouse, allowing it to join the jacket. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her firm, perky A-cup tits were begging to be fondled and sucked. She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her now shoeless feet. I grabbed her round ass with both hands, lifting her up, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom, all the while our lips never parted from one another. 

I threw her onto the bed and removed my jacket. “You’ve been a very bad girl again, haven’t you Julie?” The tone of my voice was deep and threatening.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she replied, kneeling, her head hung from shame. “I didn’t mean to, honest.”

“Now why do I not believe you? You know what this means, right?”

“Oh, please, daddy, don’t punish me. I promise to be a good girl from now on,” she pleaded, looking at me with doe eyes. 

“That’s what you said last time, remember? I just can’t allow this behavior to go unpunished,” I said, removing my belt, gathering both ends in my right hand and wrapping it once around my first. 

“Please, daddy, don’t spank me. I promise to be a good girl from now on.”

“Sorry, baby girl, but this is for your own good. Now turn around and lift that ass high in the air for me.”

“Yes, daddy,” she answered in a defeated tone. She turned and followed my command. I could see the lips of her pussy were already starting to glisten from arousal. It was a perfect clam shape of soft, warm flesh split open by her pink thong that was bunched in between the lips.

“Now, I’m going to give you ten licks of the belt, and you’re going to count each and every one. If you lose count, skip a number, or don’t say anything, we’ll have to start all over from the beginning. You hear me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

I took a brief moment to admire her firm, round posterior. “Okay, here we go.”

*thwack*

“One, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Two, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Three, daddy.”

*thwack*

“F…f…four, daddy.” Her voice was starting to tremble. 

*thwack*

“Five, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Six, daddy,” her voice squeaked. 

*thwack*

“Eight, daddy.”

“Wrong, little girl. Let’s start over.” Her ass was now a deep shade of pink. 

*thwack*

“One, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Two, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Three, daddy.” The pain in her voice was very noticeable now. 

*thwack*

“Four, daddy.” Her ass was now bright red.

*thwack*

“Five, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Six, daddy.” 

*thwack*

“Seven, daddy.” 

*thwack*

“Eight, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Nine, daddy.”

*thwack*

“Ten, daddy.” Her ass was now a deep crimson.

“Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy,” she sniffled. “I promise to be a good girl from now on.”

“Now, get off the bed and kneel down before me.”

“Yes, daddy.” She complied. 

“Now, you know what to do next, right?”

“Oh, daddy, please, no. Don’t make me do that again.”

“You know the rules. You have to show daddy how much you love him.”

“But, it’s so nasty and wrong.”

“I’m not going to tell you, again. Show daddy how much you love him.”

“Alright,” she whined. She was playing her role perfectly. I could feel myself getting even harder than before. She undid the opening of my pants, and slid them over my hips and down my legs, as  well as my boxers. My nine inch cock sprang up in front of her face. She wrapped her hand around the shaft as she licked the sensitive, bulbous head with her tongue. Her lips wrapped around the helmet shaped head as she began to suck, her hand sliding along the length of my dick. I could tell she was toying with me, so I responded in kind.

“You know you can do better than that.”

She looked up at me with soft, loving eyes before she slid half of my rod into her mouth. Her hand kept slowly pumping, twisting every so often. I closed my eyes, feeling her warm, soft lips around my pole. Again, she was teasing me.

“Now I know you can do better.”

“But, daddy, you’re so big, I can’t fit it all in.”

“I bet you could do it if it was one of the football players, right? I mean, you must have blown the entire football, basketball, and baseball teams by now. Isn’t that right, you little cock whore. If it was good enough for them, then it’s good enough for me, now do it!”

“Okay, daddy. I’ll try.”

“You better do more than just try, you slut.”

“Yes, daddy.” She sighed before taking my tool back into her mouth. She lowered her head, taking as much of me as she could before gagging. She tried again, forcing her head even further. I could just feel the opening of her throat with the tip of my spear. She tried a third time, getting only the head into the opening to her throat. 

“Jesus, you’re a useless bitch. Let me.” I laced my fingers behind her head and pulled her forward as my hips thrusted out. There was an audible pop as my cock finally violated her throat. I held her there for a few seconds before pulling it out just enough to let her get her breath. I then trusted my scepter down her gullet again. I could feel her throat constrict around my dick like a fleshy vise. Again, I pulled out to allow her a couple of breaths. I started to fuck her throat, hard and fast. She made a gurgling sound with each trust, drool and spit covered my cock and dripped on her barely there tits. I pulled my dick out and slapped her face with it, denigrating her even further. She was now my own, personal fuck toy, and I was fully intent on using every one of her holes before the night was over.

“From now on, there will be new rules to follow. First, no clothing in the house. You’ll come home and you’ll strip naked, remaining that way all night. Second, you’ll wear a leather collar while home. You’ll wear a special metal one the rest of the time. Third, you shall do anything and everything I request without question. Fourth, I can fuck you any time, any where, and in any way I want with or without your consent. You’re going to be my personal fuckmeat, little girl; better get used to it. Five, when I snap my fingers, your lips better be around my cock in ten seconds or less. Six, you shall swallow every drop when I cum in your mouth. Seven, you will say, ‘Thank you, daddy’ every time I spank or fuck you. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” she replied meekly. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Now, get on the bed,” I said, half lifting, half throwing her on the mattress. “Daddy’s going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Lift your knees and spread your legs as wide as possible.” As she complied, I eyed her wet, pink thong. I reached down and peeled them off her hips. Her pussy was smooth, soft, and cleanly shaved. I licked my lips in anticipation. “Lace your fingers behind your head and leave them there.” She did so, exposing her entire body before me. She started to shake when she realized how vulnerable she was.

I removed my shirt and knelt down, looking straight at her twat. The skin along her slit glistened with her juices. I inhaled deeply, smelling the musky scent of her sex. I lightly stroked the skin on the insides of her thighs, making her legs quiver and raising goosebumps on her skin. Her breathing was beginning to get heavier. I slowly planted kisses up the inner thigh of her leg until I was almost at her nether lips, then switched to her other leg and proceeded down to her knee. 

I stuck my forefinger in my mouth, getting it nice and wet before I traced the crease between her thigh and her cunt. She let out a soft moan as I did the same thing on the other side. I then traced the tip of my finger along her slit before shoving it up her fuckhole. Julie moaned again. I slipped a second finger inside, and hooked them to find her G-spot. As my fingers massaged her from the inside, I flicked my tongue on her clitoral hood, teasing her little button to come out. Julie’s breath was getting even heavier. 

I could feel her legs shake as I sucked her clit. I rolled my tongue around her pleasure trigger and slid it along the length like she did my cock. 

I buried my face between her thighs, licking her inner labia, occasionally flicking her little bean with my tongue. I could hear her moans getting louder and louder by the minute. The juices of her snatch had a salty, tangy taste that only further inflamed my hunger. 

I pulled back slightly, rubbing her pearl with my thump as I pressed my pinky against her anus, wiggling it, trying to penetrate her back door. I finally managed to sink my digit to the first knuckle before her sphincter clamped tight around the intruder. I waited for her to relax before I shove the entire finger into her bunghole. 

I kept up a rhythm of thrusting and rubbing. Soon, her moans turned into screams as her hips bucked in sync with my manipulations. Her body began to tense up. Her legs drew in as the muscles gripping my fingers began to tighten. 

“Oh. Oh, God. Right there. Don’t stop. Go harder, faster.” Her breathing was now heavy and erratic. “Oh, God, Bobby. Keep going. Keep going. I’m almost there. Oh, FUCK! I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” By now, every muscle in her body was as tense as they could be. The muscles of her abs stood out like a washboard. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oooooooohhhhhh, fuuuuuuck! Keep going, push me over the edge.” 

Suddenly her entire body spasmed as her orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Her legs kicked straight out, her upper body shot up, and a primal, guttural scream came out of her mouth. What seemed to be a gallon of fluid squirted out her pussy, drenching my hand, arm, and the mattress. I didn’t let up; I kept finger banging her holes until a second orgasm rocked her body. I was relentless, continuing until two more orgasms left her a quivering mound of flesh. 

The air reeked of her scent, forcing my passion into overdrive. “Turn over, stick your ass in the air, and bury your face into that pillow. I’m going to fuck you like you’re a bitch in heat”

“B..b…but daddy, we shouldn’t. It’s wrong. What if mommy comes in?”

“Mommy would probably put on her strap-on cock and fuck you herself. Now do as I say, cunt!”

“Yes, daddy,” she said like someone who just gave up trying. 

Julie’s ass was round, firm, and smooth, just begging to be fucked. With one hand, I directed the head of my cock to the opening of her pussy while the other grabbed a fist full of hair at the back of her head. In one smooth, swift motion, I pulled her hair, and thus her head, backwards as I slammed my cock into her tight, wet, hot fuckhole. She let out a scream of surprise and pleasure, “FUCK! DADDY! Fuck my cunt. Fuck your little girl with your giant, hard cock. Pound me! Pound my pussy!”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled back and slammed hard into her again, burying my pecker balls-deep inside her. I took my free hand, grabbed one of her tits, and squeezed it hard as my hips started to pound her in a quick, steady rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud. She let out a small scream with every thrust of my rod into her love canal. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” was all she could say. 

I could feel my balls begin to tighten, so I slowed down and started to rotate my hips. I didn’t want to cum just yet, so I used a technique I learned from fucking other women in the past. After a while, the urgency eased off, and I decided to change my technique. I slowly pulled back until just the helmet of my prick was just inside her opening, then, as slowly as I could manage, slid back into that soft, juicy hole. I repeated this several times before I changed up with a fast, hard thrust deep inside her. That caused her to yelp in surprise. 

I kept up this technique, always keeping the number of slow thrusts random to keep her off balance. I could last for hours this way, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to extract every little bit of pleasure out of her so that she would never forget this night. I quickened my rhythm to a steady, moderate pace. She purred with pleasure at that. For her part, she squeezed and released my pole with her vaginal muscles. My eyes rolled back into my head when she did that. My own breathing was now a heavy, throaty panting. By this, my body was thoroughly coated in sweat, my hair literally dripping with it.

I grabbed her hips with both hands as I increased my speed, pulling and pushing her in and out to match my thrusts. “Oh, yes, just like that. Keep it up. My pussy feels soooooo good right now. God, I love the feeling of your cock inside me.” With that, I have her as a good, firm slap on the ass. “OOO! Do that again. Spank my ass with her hand.” As you wish, I thought to myself. I slap the other cheek. “Eep!” I repeated this several times, alternating between ass cheeks until it was nice and rosy. 

I slowed my pace but my thrusts became deeper and harder. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” she moaned. Her tunnel was now constantly tight, gripping my tool tighter than any other woman before her could. I felt her body become tense this entire time. She was working up to another orgasm. 

I reached around and grabbed both tits with my hands, squeezing them, lifting her up. She started to bounce on my organ like it was a pogo stick. With every bounce, she gave a deep, lust-filled grunt, gradually building up speed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” It became a mantra. “FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!” She screamed as yet another orgasm hit her body like a Mack truck. 

She collapsed forward, panting like she just ran five miles at full speed. The sheets were soaked with her sweat and pussy juices. She couldn’t even lift her head to look behind her. It was now time for the coup de grâce, the finishing move that would make her mine.

I spat on my cock, getting it good and wet. I plunged my fingers inside her, getting them soaked, then rubbed them around her asshole, getting it lubed up. I pressed the tip of my cock against her sphincter, pushing it forward trying to penetrate her final frontier. Slowly the head of my dick managed to worm its way inside. Her orifice clamped tight in objection. Not being the type to take “no” for an answer, I slowly ease forward until her anus surrendered. As I was doing this, a steady groan passed Julie’s lips.

With my shaft now fully buried inside her forbidden tunnel, I took a short breather, allowing her muscles to relax around this uninvited visitor that was violating her in the most degrading way possible. My hands slid over her hips and around her waist until I had a solid grip. I slowly pulled out until just the head of my Johnson was the only part left inside. I pulled her down my erection as I thrusted forward with all the force I could muster. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She screamed so loud that I was afraid the neighbors may have heard it. I continued pounding her ass until I was on the verge of erupting inside her. 

I pulled out, spun her around, and shoved my cock inside her mouth. Julie’s lips wrapped themselves around my fuck stick, sucking and stroking it until I shot my load into her eager mouth. “UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” It was my turn to let out a passionate scream. Meantime, Julie was swallowing my sperm as quickly as possible; she was fully intent on sucking my balls dry. 

We both collapsed on the bed, fully spent. I managed to roll over and spoon her until sleep started to overtake us. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you, Bobby,” were the last words she said before she fell asleep. 

We woke up a couple hours later, showered together, and were now sitting on the patio, still naked. Julie had a glass of chardonnay in her hand while I had a Manhattan in mine, a true gentleman’s drink. 

“Oh, God, I could use a joint right now,” Julie said. 

A grin crept across my face. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” I got up and walked inside the house. I could feel her eyes focused on my ass. A crooked smile graced my lips. Soon, I returned with a rosewood box the size of a humidor, but it wasn’t.

“So what do we have here,” Julie inquired as I sat down. 

I looked at her with a knowing smile before rolling the tumbler wheels until the right combination came up. I opened the box and caught a whiff of the aroma of the various strains of cannabis that were inside. I pulled out the black, cylindrical vaporizer and scanned the labels of the glass bottles within the box. I finally made a selection and took a small amount of one of the buds inside and inserted it in the vaporizer. 

“Ladies first.” I handed the device to my guest. She waited until the LED turned green, then she sucked the plastic tube, taking the vapors into her lungs. She handed the vaporizer back to me while she exhaled the smoke. 

“What are we smoking tonight,” she asked. 

I gave a little chuckle. “Pink Panties,” I answered. 

She laughed. “You’re shitting me, right?”

“I’m serious,” showing her the bottle. 

“That’s too much!” She caught the reference immediately. We kept exchanging the source of our current pleasure until it was cashed. The weed left us relaxed as we idly talked. 

“So, tell me something, Julie. What’s the real reason you never got married? And don’t say you scared them off, because I know that’s bullshit.”

“Busted!” She held out her arms, then laughed. “I slept with a lot of men, but none of them were you. I crushed hard on you in grade school. All I wanted to be was your girlfriend, but you left so suddenly that I never had the chance to tell you my true feelings, even at that age. So, I tried to find a suitable substitute, but they never satisfied my desires or my dreams. So, a couple of years ago, I hired a private investigator to try and find you. The past couple of weeks I followed you, determining your pattern. You’re actually quite predictable. The past few days I spent working up the courage to approach you, and how. Suddenly, you broke your routine and went to that restaurant. I knew that was my queue.”

“So, basically you were stalking me.”

“Wellllllllllllll…” She tried to pull that innocent ploy again. 

I burst out laughing. “I’m actually glad you did.”

“Really?” She was genuinely surprised. 

“Yes, really. To be honest,” I coughed, “I also had a crush on you. Just too chickenshit to say anything.”

Julie threw her head back in laughter. “God, I wished I had known sooner.”

“Me, too.”

“And thank you for tonight. I really wanted to get thoroughly fucked, and you delivered more than I could hope for. And kudos on the role playing idea. For years I wanted someone to give me a good, rough fucking, using me, degrading me. It was more than I could ask for.” She smiled from ear to ear, blushing just slightly. “By the way, do those new rules still apply, daddy?”

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