He flew through the door like he hadn’t a minute to lose. Coat on the chair. Tie, up and over his head onto the door knob. His shirt halfway unbuttoned when he reached her on the lounge chair. ‘This chair was made for fuckin’ he had said when he bought it for her. How right he had been. There she was on her back, her knees up and spread apart with her magic wand humming. She was mid-moan when he threw himself atop her, grabbing the toy meant to warm her up for him, tossing it to the ground. He kissed her, pressing hard so she felt the fullness of his lips against her own, his hand finding its way to her wet pussy. If he had taken a moment to absorb the scene he walked into, he would have seen her there, magic wand in hand, no panties but matching garter belt, bra, and soft, silky leggings running down to her curled toes. This is the picture she sent to him at work just before his lunch meeting, and this was the picture that had been on his mind the entire time that idiot spoke to him.
His fingers began spreading apart her smooth, delicate lips and penetrating her pussy so he could feel how warm and wet she was for him. He kissed down her body, and as his free hand finished unbuttoning his shirt he threw it to the side as well as he grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy to his face. He dove in, his tongue singing, silently, an opera that made her body shake in applause. “Please Daddy I NEED you inside of me” she pleaded, placing a hand on each side of his face. He looked up from between her legs, meeting her eyes for just a moment before she arched her back and grabbed the lounge in pleasure.
He stood, taking two quick steps towards her face and removed his undershirt. She lunged for his belt, unzipping and removing his pants remarkably fast… she was his cock hungry little slut. Immediately reaching out, she pulled down his briefs, flopping his cock out right in front of her face. Lunging, she opened her mouth and swallowed his already large shaft. He marveled at how much better she had become at taking his entire length into her throat. His head tilted back as his hand wrapped itself into her hair, feeling every movement of her head: up and down, back and forth over him. After a minute he pulled her back, looked her in the eyes, and told her to face the back. She quickly turned, knees pressing down on the soft velvety padding, arms resting on the back rest, ass arched into the air at the perfect height for him.
He reached forward, grabbing her by the hair again, pulling her towards him. His hairy, heaving chest pressed to her back as he kissed her neck and rubbed his hands over her perky breasts. He turned her head to the side and kissed her lips before pushing her forward again. Then in an instant she felt it. His cock ploughing into her pussy, her lips giving way and filling with the most perfect member she ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It swelled and pushed against every nerve inside of her; she cried out at the joy of having him there once again, home. Her hand reached backwards, searching for his body to hold and pull closer, harder, towards her. Instead her fingertips grazed his abs, each one distinct and beginning to bead with sweat. She let out a moan as he started to thrust harder. His hand now on her shoulder; as he pushed himself forward, he pulled her body backwards, the tip of his cock rubbing her in exactly the right spot. Then he lifted his free hand, bringing it down onto her ass, the sound and feeling snapping her attention from the ecstasy running all over her body to the sensation of just his cock, moving in and out, in and out of her pussy. She was loud. She knew it; the neighbors knew it; the grounds crew outside of the house knew it. But she didn’t care.
A smile came over his face as he pulled himself out of her. She immediately turned with an expression on her face that could only be asking him why he would take his cock from her. As if in reply, he stepped back and sat on the lounge, telling her he wanted to see her riding his cock. She leapt up and went around to him, taking his cock in one hand, guiding it inside of her. As his penis slipped up through her fingers, her head fell backwards and she began grinding, her hips rolling around on top of his. Her hands lifted and ran into her hair. She tugged at it, looking for the pain that would heighten her senses once again. Then she felt his hands, muscular and large, enveloping her breasts, massaging, pressing, then squeezing tighter and tighter. She let out a sharp cry before he released them, his hands falling down to her hips so he could feel every move she made.
After a few minutes sitting on top of him, her hands that had been running through her hair, over her body and his, then dropped down but before she touched herself, she begged him, “Please Daddy can I play with my clit? I want to cum so badly on top of you…” He smiled at the sound of her voice, pleading with him to allow her this pleasure. He opened his mouth to speak, her body quivering as the words she longed to hear washed over her, “Cum for me.”
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