I finally got the text that I had been waiting for all week. I’m ready 4 u daddy. She calls me daddy. I wonder if she calls him daddy…. Not that I care, I’m the one about to be inside her in a few minutes, as I race across town to her house. We’ve been doing this for far too long and I know it’s wrong but that’s what gets me so hard. I was already sporting a raging erection when I parked my car on the side road behind her house. I could feel the stickyness of precum in my boxers as I slipped in the backdoor that she always left unlocked for me. All the lights were off, as usual. I didn’t need the lights though, as I knew her house like my own. The smell of the perfume she knows drives me crazy filled my nose as I crept down the hallway towards the light that spilled into the hallway from her cracked bedroom door. I didn’t think I could get any harder, my pants throbbed as I inhaled her scent.
I knew I didn’t have to rush. Her husband wouldn’t be home for hours, he worked the night shift. I peeked in the cracked door to see her sprawled out on her back, one hand roaming around in her panties, the other rubbing her breast. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be enjoying herself. I pushed the door open just a hair to get a better view. She didn’t hear me yet.
I pulled myself out and started stroking as her slight moans floated to the door. It was easy work, within six or seven pumps I was already feeling the pressure building. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and bust since I knew I would have no problem getting ready for another round. The hand in her panties started gaining some momentum as she rocked her hips into it. I shot my load all over the bedroom door. I came so hard I actually heard it impact on the door. I shook myself off and put it back in my pants, leaving the mess for someone else to find.
I pushed the door open the rest of the way. Her eyes opened and I saw the want in them. Mmmmm, hi daddy, she moaned, her hands still working herself. I moved the armless chair she kept in the corner of the room up to the edge of the bed and pulled myself out again. She locked eyes with me as we played with ourselves. I knew I wasn’t going to come again with just my hand so I indulged in her little game. After a few minutes she rolled over on all fours and pulled her panties down just enough to expose herself to me. She whispered, come get me, slowly waving her ass in the air. I raced to rip my pants the rest of the way off, knocking over the chair. I got on the bed and stood over her, squatting down to easily insert myself into her wetness.
I wasted no time and immediately started giving her everything I had. Her moans, much louder now, in cadence with my thrusts. I got on my knees and continued the fast pace. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her upright so I could wrap my other hand around her throat. This is why she texts me. This is what she wants, for me to use her. I could see her facial expressions change as her mouth opened in anticipation of climax. Her moans became fewer but louder as she focused on the orgasm. She let out a high pitched moan and I pumped even harder as we both starting coming. I filled her up and slid out of her as we both collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.
After we caught our breath we both dozed off, we usually do after the first round, resting for the next.
I woke up to her shaking me, frantically whispering in my ear to get up. Through the stillness I could hear the low hum of the garage door opening on the other side of the house. My heart racing, I racked my brain for the best solution to this situation. Scrambling to put my clothes back on as she did the same, I jumped into the closet on the other side of the room and closed the door behind me. I cracked the door back open and said, the chair! She ran over to pick the chair up as the door swung open. The closet door still slightly ajar. He stood in the doorway and paused, looking around the room. He asked, hey babe, what’s this shit on the door? I admired her quick thinking as she said who cares and patted the seat of the chair that was parked five feet from the closet, the back facing me. She playfully said she was just about to have a little playtime anyways. He raised an eyebrow looking around the room again, I could sense the suspicion. But it quickly passed and he said, well I was just coming home for dinner break because I left my wallet here, but I guess I could hit a drive-thru on my way back, as he started unbuttoning his work shirt.
He sat down in the chair and she pulled his pants off. My heart was beating so hard I knew he was going to hear it. Even in my state of uneasiness I peeked through the crack of the closet door where I was hidden, trying to move as little as possible. You’re so wet babe, he said, not knowing he was enjoying my sloppy seconds. She was straddling him, facing me in the chair, grinding her hips into his lap. I felt myself stirring again, I couldn’t help it. I slowly pulled it out again and started stroking. The lamp on the bedside table, the only light on in the bedroom, poured into the crack of the closet door onto my face. His back was to me so I wasn’t afraid he would see me, he was preoccupied anyways. She caught my eye as she continued riding him. When she saw what I was doing she started grinding on him harder, biting her lip, never breaking eye contact with me. He was grunting, sounding like he was about to come, then she said out loud, come for me daddy. I tried as hard as I could to keep quiet as I spilled my third load of the night, dripping all over the shoes on the floor of the closet. Judging by the size of them, they were probably his. He finished up and got dressed. Said thanks for the quickie and left.
I waited 10 long minutes before I poked my head out, her laying on the bed, dressed. We both laughed for a minute in exhausted relief. I told her to text me again sometime, and I left.
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That was so hot. Well done!