I [M] fucked the cart girl [f]. Again! [str8]

AN: This is the second part, I’d recommend reading part one first.

It had been a couple weeks since I had last seen Emma in person, but we had kept in contact the whole time, texting almost every day, and I even downloaded Snapchat for her. Our conversations were mainly pretty PG; we talked about our days and how we wished we could see each other before Emma went back to college. Every now and then, Emma or I would be in the mood, and our snaps and texts would get very raunchy very quickly. Seeing her incredible body in various states of undressed made me realize how much I missed her.

One night, I was sitting on my couch alone, mindlessly watching baseball, when my phone started to ring. Emma wanted to Facetime. My heart rate quickened as I tried to make myself look a little more presentable than I was.

I answered it and was greeted by Emma’s big smile and bright blue eyes.

“Hey!” Emma said excitedly, “Are you busy? I can call back if you are!”

“No, no. I’m just watching the baseball, nothing important.” I said reassuringly.

“Perfect!” Emma’s smile grew enormously. “I miss you, though.”

“I miss you too,” I responded.

“Guess what!” Emma bubbling with excitement.

“What, Emma?” I asked, racking my brain to think of something.

“Well…” she said seductively, “My boss gave me the whole weekend off!”

“That’s awesome!” I said supportively

“I was thinking…” Emma pondered, “that maybe, I could come up tomorrow, spend the weekend with you?”

I was ecstatic. I had enjoyed every second I spent with Emma, and the thought of spending a whole weekend together was music to my ears.

“Yes! Of course!” I exclaimed.

“Really! Yay!” Emma cheered. “I can’t wait to see you!”

“Me too! This is going to be such a fun weekend!” I replied.

Emma and I chatted for over an hour about things we could over the weekend, places she wanted to see and just about life in general. When we finally hung up, I went to bed with a massive smile on my face and started counting down the hours until Emma was coming.

Fridays go slow, but this one was even more dead than usual, mainly because the only thing I could focus on was Emma. Slowly the hours crept away before I was finally able to go home, have a shower and scramble to clean up my condo before Emma arrived. I was sitting on the couch when my phone buzzed with a text from Emma.

‘*Here! Can you come let me in!’*

I jumped up, ran to the elevator and headed to the lobby, my heart pounding out of my chest.

When the elevators opened, I saw her standing there. She looked stunning wearing a tight blue tank top that popped with her tanned skin and short spandex shorts that highlighted her incredibly toned legs. She noticed me and flashed her big smile at me and waved, which made me catch my breath as I went over to push the door open.

“Hey!” I said, pulling Emma into a tight hug.

Emma immediately leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met, and instantly we were making out, our tongues dancing around each other’s mouth, my hands moving to squeeze her tight butt. After a lengthy make out, we finally broke apart, smiling at each other.

“I missed you so much, Miles,” Emma said, slightly out of breath.

“I missed you too, Emma.” I breathed back.

“A whole weekend with you! I can’t wait!” she said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

I grabbed her suitcase, and we walked into the elevator hand in hand. When we reached my door, I opened it up and gave Emma a quick tour of the place.

“Wow! This place is really nice. I could give it a spruce up, though.” She said jokingly, “I like the flag.” Pointing a flag showing our university logo.

“Ha-ha, but actually, could you make it a bit more homely?” I said sheepishly. Aside from the flag and another picture, the walls were barren.

“Anything for you” she said brazenly.

I smiled and continued the tour around the rest of the condo.

“This is the bedroom” I said proudly.

“Very nice.” Emma gushed while jumping on the bed. “Now come fuck me.”

My heart rate quickened; I was surprised by Emma’s forwardness, but I had missed her ever since I last saw her. I crawled on top of Emma and moved in to kiss her.

“Miles, I need you, baby.” Emma breathed.

This was all I needed to hear. I started kissing Emma’s neck, eventually reaching her lips, our tongues twirling around each other with intensity. I reached down and started to slide my hand under her shorts, feeling her shaven and wet pussy. Emma’s breath hitched as my fingers circled her clit. I slipped my middle and ring fingers into her and slowly started to slide in and out.

“Mmm… fuck babe.” Emma gasped. I pulled my fingers out, allowing Emma and I to frantically take off all our clothes.

Seeing Emma’s naked body again was amazing. Her perky tits sat perfectly on her chest right above her tight and toned stomach.

I just stopped and stared for a moment.

“Babe, I need you. Fuck me.” Emma pleaded.

I lined up my dick with her opening and slid it into her. Emma moaned as my dick entered her. I started slowly pumping my hips in and out of her, picking up the pace with each pump.

“Oh, fuck babe, you feel so fucking good!” Emma moaned, “Fuck me, baby.”

I was pumping at a pretty steady rate, watching Emma’s chest heave, her toned muscle tightening, and her hands digging into my bed. Her big blue eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“FUCK ME daddy! Oh, fuck!” She moaned. Again, having this sexy college girl call me daddy turned me on even more than I already was.

“Fuck, Emma, you’re so fucking tight baby.” I moaned, continuing to pump in and out of her.

“Yeah daddy! Fuck my tight little pussy. Fuck me harder daddy,” Emma moaned, her stomach clenching and her nails now digging into my back as my dick slammed in and out of her wet pussy. I grabbed Emma’s thighs and lifted them onto my shoulders, changing the angle so that each stroke was deeper into her. This change in position caused Emma to let out a long moan.

“Oh my god! You’re so deep, baby. Fuck me!” She begged

I reached out and put my hand on her throat, choking her slightly.

“mmm, yes, daddy!” she breathed. “I need you cum, baby. Fuck me!”

I could feel myself building and getting close to cumming. I picked up the pace of my strokes and tightened my grip on Emma’s neck slightly.

“OHHH FUCK DADDY!” Emma moaned, her body convulsing underneath me, making her pussy tighten against my dick.

I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer, so I sped up to a rapid pace. My dick sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy with some force.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Baby! Fuck me! Cum for me, baby!” Emma screamed as I pounded her, my orgasm nearing the edge.

“Oh, fuck Emma!” I moaned as I pumped my cum into her pussy, filling her.

“Oh my god, Miles. That was so fucking good baby,” Emma panted, “All I could think about today was you fucking me. I missed you so much babe.”

“It was better than I imaged.” I pulled out of her and laid down next to her, pulling her in tight for a kiss.

“You were so fucking incredible, baby,” I said, trying to catch my breath, “that was so hot.”

“Good, because we have two more days of that babe.” Emma said happily

“Yes, yes we do,” I agreed, pulling her back in for another kiss.

Emma rolled off the bed and hopped in the shower while I ordered takeout from a local place I loved.

I was sitting on the couch as Emma walked in, her hair still wet from her shower, wearing one of my t-shirts and pair of booty shorts when I realized how quickly I was falling for her. This weekend was the one that cemented our relationship.

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