Subject: Shopping for Sex
Story Codes: MF F-solo exhib oral adultery
Diary Date: March 11, 2006
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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You know how sometimes it seems that something you dream of but deep down
you know will never happen happens? Well, that was the case in this
situation. We met at church where he was a Deacon. I was young and
single while he was married with children. I was offered a day of
shopping and dinner in exchange for fulfillment of a fantasy. Sounded
like a pretty good deal to me!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 Little Annies Dad
Chapter 2 Flirting With Annies Dad
Chapter 3 Some Serious Flirting With Annies Dad
Chapter 4 Horny Roommate
Chapter 5 Sucking Ian in the Mall Parking Lot
Chapter 6 Adultery in a Hotel Room
Chapter 1 Little Annies Dad
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For the past three years I've worked at my local church as youth group
helper. During that time I've got to see my "kids" grow up and mature.
At the same time I've also gotten to know their parents and in a few
cases, become quite close.
This was the case with Annie and Kevin. Annie was only eleven when I
started and now at fourteen, she had become quite the little hottie. Her
brother Kevin was a couple of years behind and had only moved up into my
youth group this past year. Being only twelve, he was still at that
stage where he was pretending to hate girls but the signs were all there
that he was starting to come around.
Annie was one of my more precious girls. It was hard to believe how fast
she had changed from a gangly, shy little girl to a curvy, sexy and
outgoing young teenager. It didn't hurt that she looked at least two or
more years older than she was, especially with all the makeup and the
style of clothes she wore.
As much as I loved her, sometimes I couldn't help but be a little jealous
of Annie at times. When I was her age I was way behind most girls when
it came to boob development curve whereas Annie was WAY ahead of all the
other girls. She had to be at least a B cup and maybe even moving into C
- and she was only fourteen! I was barely able to fill out a training
bra at her age, a source of never-ending embarrassment in gym class
although it didn't seem to bother the boys I dated.
Despite her mature looks, Annie was learning to cope with her new
hormones and body features the same as any girl her age. There were more
than a few times when we shared some intimate moments when she would
confide in me her new feelings and insecurities. Now don't read anything
into that last statement. When I say "intimate" I don't mean we did
anything sexual there was never ANYTHING even remotely like that
between us. What I am referring to is discussing things that normally
would be said between a mother and daughter. The problem was, in Annie's
case talking with her mom was out of the question.
Annie's parents were outwardly great people but the more I learned about
them, especially her mother, the more I realized it was not the same at
home with their kids. I felt sorry for Annie since I knew how important
it had been for me growing up to have someone I could trust implicitly
with ANYTHING. Of course, for me that person was my mom which just made
it extra special for me.
Since Annie didn't have that sort of relationship with her own mom, I
tried the best I could to help out. My biggest concern was that if Annie
didn't have someone to mentor and guide her through these critical
development years, with her looks and natural sexual magnetism, she would
fall prey to the pervs and jerks who I could already see eying her around
town. She may look seventeen but I knew she was barely fourteen inside.
As the relationship between Annie and I grew closer, I couldn't help but
come in contact more with her parents. Her mom just gave me a cold
shoulder but I didn't take it personal as she treated everyone that way.
Even though she was past her prime, she was still pretty good looking for
her age and knew it. I imagined that she was one of the girls back in
school that looked down on everyone else. I had her pegged as a damn
cheerleader long before I visited their house and saw one of her high
school pictures on the table in a cheerleader outfit of course.
What was disturbing to me about Annie's mom was that she still tried to
dress like she was a teenager. To be honest, she came close to carrying
it off but she was starting to show the inevitable signs of age here and
there. It must have been maddening to a woman like her to look in the
mirror and see her once perky boobs lose their battle with gravity and
start to sag. Her legs looked great, again for a woman her age, but I
was sure she hated the "for her age" modifier. She looked at girls like
me with jealous eyes but I didn't never took it personally since all the
girls got the same treatment from her.
Annie's dad was a different story. From the first time I introduced
myself to her parents back at the start of my freshman year, Annie's dad
had given me "the look". Every girl knows what I mean when I say that
but for sake of the guys, "the look" is when a man looks at you but you
know he's really mentally undressing you and imaging the things he would
like to do with you once those clothes were out of the way.
Annie's dad was a Deacon in the church and a "pillar of the community" as
someone once introduced him at a church function, so of course he never
actually DID anything. He just looked at me whenever he got the chance
and more than a few times found some excuse to pass close by me in a
crowded hallway such that he "accidentally" bumped in me.
To be fair, Ian wasn't any different from what had to be a least a dozen
or more father's I met at church so I didn't pay any special attention to
his antics. The only time he pushed things was once at a pool party for
the youth group. I was wearing a two piece swim suit which was quite
tame by my standards but still pushed the line when it came to the church
dress code.
I noticed that Annie's dad was watching me even more closely than usual
and then towards the end of the party I found out what his real motive
was for keeping such an eye on me. It was only for a brief moment but I
saw a camera hidden in his hand as I exited the pool. I pretended not to
notice that I'd seen it and I smiled as I walked away knowing that he had
undoubtedly captured a picture down my bikini top when I was bent over
the pool ladder as I pulled myself out of the water. I wondered how many
other pics he had managed to sneak of me and then I smiled again to
myself as I thought about what he was going to be doing to them when he
got home!
Annie never mentioned anything about her father doing anything to her.
We even discussed the topic of fathers and daughters once after a TV show
came out on child abuse. I tried to question her without being TOO
obvious about my true intentions. It was enough to know that so far as
she was concerned, he had never looked at her "that" way or even tried to
sneak a peek at her so I either he wasn't the type to want to have his
own daughter, or he was pretty good at hiding it.
I my junior year with my boobs finally were capable of filling a C cup,
putting me on par with Annie who was seven years younger than me! At
church I noticed that her dad was paying more attention to me than ever
before. Hmmmmmm, must be a boob guy! Actually it made me feel pretty
good since in the past I had depended on a guy being interested in either
my ass or legs since my boobs were nothing to write home about.
As the school year wore on, I saw Annie and her parents almost every week
as they were regular attendees and hardly ever missed church or Wednesday
night services. As such, Annie was one of the more reliable members of
her youth group and I could always depend on her to be there to help out.
I also noticed that her parents didn't seem to be as close to each other
as they had been in the previous years I'd known them. It was subtle,
not something most people would have noticed most likely, but I like to
think of myself as sort of a "connoisseur" when it comes to interpreting
people and their moods. It was just the little things the way they sat
just a little further apart from each other in church, the missing arm
around her as they walked down the aisle, the rolling of her eyes when he
seemed to be trying to talk to her.
It was probably no coincidence that the more distant her parents became
with one another, the more interested her father seemed to be in me.
Whereas for the first couple of years he never even spoke to me, now he
never failed to greet me and we even engaged in some small talk now and
then. He protested when I addressed him as "Mister", insisting that his
father was called that and his name was Ian. I was raised to be
respectful to older people so it took a few reminders from him before I
felt comfortable with it although his bitchy wife gave me the evil eye
when I used his first name.
Chapter 2 Flirting With Annies Dad
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All through the fall and Christmas, my "relationship" with Ian was purely
innocent. Sure we flirted but it was more of a tease than anything else.
He began to talk to me more and even complimented me a few times on my
appearance or what I was wearing. He seemed to be less embarrassed if I
caught him looking at me something he seemed to be doing more and more
of as time went by. Finally one Wednesday night I was sitting in the
youth room reading a lesson plan I was getting ready to give when Ian
walked by. Seeing me sitting there all alone, he came in the room and
greeted me.
"Hey Kelly, how are you doing tonight?" he said in a chipper tone of
voice.
"Fine Mr. ...oops I mean Ian," I replied.
Ian passed by and then paused to look down at me in my seat. I was
sitting in one of those ridiculously small child seats so he got a pretty
good view down my blouse which was unbuttoned down to my cleavage. I
knew he had to be getting an eyeful, especially since I wasn't wearing a
bra. I pretended not to notice and waited for him to continue.
"Ya know, I just can't comprehend how you girls fit into those jeans!" he
said with a disarming laugh. "Do you just paint them on or what?"
It was probably the most direct question of this type he had ever asked
me. Usually it was just "looking good!" or something like that. I
sensed there was more to it than that so I stood up in front of him and
twisted around for him to see me.
"Nothing between me and my Calvins!" I said with a sly smile.
Ok, they weren't Calvin, but that didn't really matter. Ian just shook
his head ruefully at me and turned back to go about his business. There
was something in the look he gave me as he walked away that caught my
attention. I doubt that even had anyone else been watching that they
would have noticed it but it was look I'd seen before one that signaled
an interest, even a hunger. Whenever I saw it I knew how an antelope
feels when a hungry tiger is watching it. It was also the same look my
dad gives me when he's REALLY horny.
Until now, whenever I'd caught Ian looking at me I assumed it was no
different than what he probably gave any girl that attracted his
interest. It was just an empty glance preprogrammed in his genes as a
response to seeing an attractive female.
This time it was different, though. This was the first time I felt the
weight of the a more focused version of "the look". It wasn't anything
major and certainly didn't motivate me to start throwing myself at him
shamelessly, but it stuck in my mind for the rest of the evening. It
stayed there that night as I lay in my bed rubbing myself. Every girl
likes to know guys find her attractive but when she sees THAT look, she
knows it's more than just appreciation of beauty!
After that night I started to make myself "available" to Ian more and
more. I was curious to find out if there was really anything to this or
if it was just a one-time sign that I may have even just imagined. It
was my turn now to "accidentally" bump into him in crowded hallways,. I
would press my boobs into his chest actually more his stomach since he
was much taller than me. Then when I had his attention, I would look
into his eyes with my best "doe eyes" and smile at him before apologizing
and stepping back. There were time that I could almost feel his stare
boring into my ass as I walked away from him.
In the meantime, Annie and I had been talking more in private. She
confessed that she was worried about her parents. Her mom was yelling at
her dad more and she was worried about a divorce as her dad had started
sleeping in the guest bedroom lately. She didn't seem to know what the
source of the problem was for sure except that her mother had said
something about "canceling the damn internet service" once under breath
after she had stormed out of their study.
Well, I wouldn't have been surprised if Ian hadn't been caught doing
something naughty on the internet. An amazing number of guys I chat with
claim to be married and unhappy with their sex life. Who knows, maybe
Ian was one of those guys! The odds were astronomical but that night
when I went back to my room and logged on I couldn't help but wonder if
Ian wasn't lurking behind any of the profiles.
On the one hand it excited me while on the other hand I felt a bit of
nervousness. In doing what I do on-line, I had always counted on the
fact that the internet was huge and that the odds were almost zilch that
anyone would know who I really was. Sometimes I've thought that maybe I
should pretend to be going to school in a more distant state or list my
home town as somewhere else, just to maintain a bit more privacy.
Although I can't be 100% honest when chatting (there ARE privacy issues
to watch out for), I DO try to keep things as close to reality as
possible. The main reason is so I don't get into a situation where
someone I chatted with a long time ago contacts me and next thing you
know I'm saying something different than I did the time before. I guess
that shouldn't matter as who really cares if someone thinks I am lying?
At the same time I feel bad when people are upset with me for any reason,
even on the internet.
The more I thought about Ian sitting alone at home jerking off in the
soft glow of his computer screen, the more my imagination began to run
wild. One night while counseling Annie I told her how to check her dad's
computer to see what he was doing. She wasn't too sure about it as
apparently her dad was quite strict about anyone using his study,
especially his computer. Her mom never used it she didn't think her
mom even knew how to turn it on, so if anything was disturbed then her
dad would know that she was the one responsible.
I laughed and told her to blame anything on Kevin. After all, isn't
always the boys that get blamed for computer problems? She still didn't
seem too sure but I had high hopes for her. The following Sunday she
pulled me over to the side and whispered that she needed to talk to me
right away. We ducked into an unused Sunday school room and her face was
flushed as she looked at me.
"I did what you told me," she said in a conspiratorial tone, "and you
were right!"
She went on to describe to me the contents of her father's history files
and the X-rated web sites he had been visiting. She looked more
embarrassed than turned-on as she told me she couldn't believe the filthy
stuff he'd been looking at. Like most girls, including me, porn was more
a curiosity than anything. What gets guys so turned on to look at
pictures of air-brushed women with fake boobs pretending to enjoy having
sex?
My interest grew when she mentioned that she had found a link to his
Instant Messenger program. As I suspected, he didn't keep a desktop icon
but had hidden away it in his Start Menu. Well, apparently not well
enough! Evidently the dummy never suspected anyone would find it as he
had the options set to save his name and password so it would
automatically log. Annie had signed on as I had instructed her to and
was shocked at what she found.
"Kelly... he has all these sexy girls in his contact list!" she burst
out, almost in tears by now. "Does that mean my daddy's cheating on my
mom?"
I hugged her and held her close as I consoled her. I tried to explain to
her that he was probably just letting some of his frustrations out and
that she shouldn't worry about him. We talked some more and it seemed to
help her to just get everything off her chest. I wanted so badly to ask
if she had noticed if one of the girls was called pghpa_girl but I
didn't dare go that far.
Annie wiped her face and tried to perk up. She was such a little doll!
We hugged again and she left me to consider what, if anything, my next
move should be. I knew for sure now that her dad was into internet porn
but heck, wasn't 99% of the male population? That in itself didn't mean
anything.
The fact he chatted with girls didn't mean that he cheated, just that he
liked to talk to girls BUT it DID tell me he might be open to it - under
the right circumstances. It's easy to say you would never do something
but it's not until the opportunity presents itself that you really know
for sure.
Knowing that he might be thinking along those lines, I didn't think it
would hurt to offer him an "opportunity". After all, he could always
just say no, couldn't he? I couldn't help but smirk to myself at that
thought. I mean, no guy has EVER said no to me when I offered him the
opportunity and I saw no reason why Ian would be the first. It didn't
make me feel guilty as odds were if it wasn't me then it would be someone
else someday so why not take advantage of the situation? It wasn't like
I would be going up to him and forcing him to do anything!
So began my new "project" seducing Annie's dad. I had to be careful
though, after all he might be just truly flirting and not really
interested in anything more. If I went too far too fast he could even
turn it against me and get me into trouble. It was a fine line but I'd
had enough experience in the past to make me feel confident of success.
After I returned from Christmas break I started to be a bit more forward
with him, talking to him more, basically just flirting but with more of
an edge to it. It's easy to do and I enjoy it as a hobby actually. Guys
respond to the least amount of attention from me and all I have to do is
flick my hair back and smile to get their attention in return. The male
ego is so easy to manipulate; every guy wants to think he's Don Juan and
that even though they're married and not in their teenage bodies anymore,
somehow if a girl just stares at them a little bit longer than normal
they assume that she wants to have sex with him.
One Sunday I wore a skirt and pantyhose to church. When I got dressed
Jen took one look at the pantyhose and gave me a stare as if I'd lost my
mind or something. As usual she kept her thoughts to herself. She must
have dying to ask me where I'd kept the pantyhose hidden way all this
past year! Actually, I wore it to church more than she typically saw me
as we went to different churches with different schedules.
What Jen DIDN'T know was WHY I was wearing them. Sure it was still cold
out but not THAT cold. I would have loved to tell her but some things
you can't share, not even with your cute roomie.
I'd noticed that when Ian got coffee that instead of leaving his empty
cup on the table like most people, he went to the kitchen to rinse it
out. Usually the kitchen was empty in the mornings and had it not been
for the extra attention I'd been paying him lately I would've never
noticed his little quirk.
Like a poker player using a "tell" to her advantage, I went into the
kitchen as I saw him finishing his coffee before he had a chance to
finish his cup. I put my leg up on a chair and started to pull up on my
pantyhose as if it had slipped down a bit. In doing so I let my skirt
ride up enough to expose my entire leg and half my ass. Someone walked
in just then and thank God it was Ian! It might have been hard to
explain otherwise! He must have noticed me out of the corner of his eye
and he turned to look at me. I froze as if he had surprised me and then
smiled meekly at him, all the while not doing a single thing to cover
myself up.
"Sorry Kelly! I didn't realize you were in here," he said as he started
to turn away.
"That's OK Ian," I replied, "Excuse me but this damn hose is killing me!"
I stood up and straightened out my skirt saying, "There! Does it look OK
now?"
Any doubt that Ian was not interested disappeared as he turned back to me
and gazed at my legs. "I would say everything looks GREAT now Kelly," he
said and then he winked at me.
I walked up closer to him and smiled as I said, "Thanks Ian, I really
hate wearing pantyhose but it was cold today and with this skirt my legs
get so cold you know."
Ian laughed and shook his head at me saying, "Well, if you wore more of a
skirt they might not get so cold!"
I gave him a pout and then said in return, "Oh? Don't you like my
skirts, Ian?"
A broad smile came to his face. "Trust me Kelly, every guy in church
likes your skirts not to mention what they cover and don't cover. I
must say though, my wife has a much different opinion of them!"
I moved up close to him so we were only inches apart. "Who cares what
she thinks," I whispered, "You know something... I like it when you look
at me like that."
He was about to say something when the bell rang signaling the start of
the service. He excused himself saying he needed to get going before his
wife started looking for him. As he left me there I put my finger to my
lips and nasty thoughts went through my mind of what his wife might have
said had she caught us alone and so close. I left wondering what he
would have said to me had we not been interrupted.
After service he and his family went straight to their car so I didn't
get a chance to "accidentally" bump into him again but as I walked back
to my on- campus apartment I felt pretty good about myself. He certainly
hadn't rejected my first overture. True, it was still all pretty
harmless flirting but a good husband shouldn't be doing even THAT so I
viewed the entire mission as a success.
Chapter 3 Some Serious Flirting With Annies Dad
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It took another week and a half before I had an opportunity to talk to
him again privately. In the meantime I made it a point to rub against
him in the halls at church and once I even put my hand on his ass for
just a moment. I think THAT surprised the hell out of him! Guys always
want to feel up a girl but they seem shocked when a girl touches their
butt!
The important thing for me was that he didn't pull away or even move
after an initial flinch and he realized who it was that was touching him.
Even though he was looking at me more all the time, he wasn't making any
overt moves towards me so I decided it was time to find out whether or
not he was REALLY interested in going further or just playing a silly
game. That Wednesday night the kids were watching a video and I was
standing in the doorway, leaning against the side of the door with my
arms crossed. Suddenly I felt a hand on my butt! Turning my head I saw
it was Ian!
"Hmmmmmm, just thought I'd return the favor," he whispered with a touch
of a leer in his tone. I turned and just nodded to another room down the
hall. Amazingly he followed me there and I quickly checked to see that
nobody had seen us before ducking back into the room.
"So Ian... what's on your mind?" I asked innocently
Ian chuckled. "So we're little miss innocent now, are we? It's just
I've never had a girl grab-ass me before. Got to admit, I was a bit
surprised to say the least."
Ian hesitated as he looked me over a bit closer. I was wearing a pair of
tight jeans with a school sweatshirt. Not exactly the most sexy outfit
in my wardrobe but the jeans were tight enough to show off my ass without
being totally slutty. Dressing for church was always about walking a
fine line between being conservative enough not to get in trouble yet
still be just a little bit naughty enough to draw attention to myself.
I could tell he wanted to say something but at the same time was
obviously struggling with his conscious. Finally he broke the silence.
"You know, I really liked the skirt outfit last week better though," he
said looking at my ass shamelessly, "You have great legs and you should
show them off more often."
He chuckled then and added, "If you only could have heard what Nancy had
to say about it! Did you know she thinks you're a slut?"
I looked down as if I were a bit embarrassed and then replied, "Thanks,
Ian. You know... I'm going shopping this weekend anything special you
think I should buy?"
I giggled a bit and added, "Maybe I could find something your wife
wouldn't approve of... after all, she already thinks I'm a slut."
Ian chuckled softly, "Well, that wouldn't be too hard but anything I can
think of buying you wouldn't be allowed in church," he said with a hint
of daring to his voice.
Hmmmmmm... was THIS finally the opening I'd been waiting for? I debated
it quickly - no sense in hanging back now. It was time to go for it so I
reached out and took his hand in mine which he then grasped in his large
hand.
"You know, YOU could take me shopping and help me pick something out," I
said softly, not wanting to be TOO aggressive and scare him off, "At
least then you'd get to see it on me!"
Ian's eyes widened and I felt my heartbeat pick up as I worried that
despite my efforts, maybe I had still been TOO forward. Until now we
could have left and just chalked it up to some innocent flirting but with
what I had just said such a possibility was no longer on the table. He
looked me in the eyes as if to determine if I was just toying with him or
was really serious. I gave him my most seductive smile and looked him
straight in the eyes until he finally turned his head away. He let go of
my hand and took a step back before turning and facing me.
"Are you serious?" he asked, "I mean, REALLY serious?"
"Sure!" I exclaimed in my little girl voice. "I think it would be fun
although I must warn you I have expensive tastes."
"No doubt," he said, almost more to himself than me. "I can pick you up
Saturday after lunch in front of your apartment if that's OK."
"Sure," I answered, "but what about your wife and Annie?"
"Well, I won't tell them if you don't," he said with a hint of conspiracy
in his voice.
We'd been in the room far longer than we should have and I could see him
glancing back at the door. He said he would pick me up at 1:00 on
Saturday and then quickly left the room without looking back.
I stood there for a moment as a tingle started to develop between my legs
as I thought about what had just happened. Technically all he had agreed
to was to take me shopping but I knew that was just a pretense for what
could be a lot more!
I returned to my kids whose movie had just ended and were looking for
something else to do. I did the bible study I had prepared during there
week prior but it was hard to keep my mind on the material as all I could
think of was Ian especially one part of his anatomy!
I looked up from my bible at all the kids seated on the floor around me
and wondered what they would say if suddenly I were to reach between my
legs and start rubbing myself. No doubt the boys would love it and I
suspected at least a few girls would have as well. After everything was
over I went to get my coat and leave. Annie went running to her parents
and hugged then as I watched from across the way. Ian looked back at him
and barely cracked a smile probably the most he would do with his wife
there standing guard over him.
That night and the next couple to follow, my regular masturbation
sessions were dominated by thoughts of Ian. Admittedly some of them
included Annie but that was just the naughty side of me coming out in my
fantasy world. I caught myself more than once daydreaming in class where
my hand would subconsciously drift between my legs and I would suddenly
jolt myself back to the living world and look around, wondering if anyone
had seen my indiscretion.
Chapter 4 Horny Roommate
==========================
Saturday morning finally arrived and I woke up to the sounds of my roomie
playing with herself. Jen masturbated almost as much as me sometimes
even more. It wasn't hard to figure out what was driving her though
the same old thing, her boyfriend. Jen had never even mentioned another
guy the entire time she had been my roomie at least not in any sexual
way. All she ever talked about was her boyfriend and when she came back
from a break it became almost insufferable as it seemed all she would so
in her spare time was play with herself and call out to him. Judging by
the way her face and chest were flushed, she had been at it for a while
and the urgency of her movements signaled she was getting close to her
orgasm.
I threw back my covers and laid on my back with my knees up and legs
spread wide open. My hands gently started to caress my pussy and boobs.
Jen must have noted the movement as she turned her head and when she saw
me playing a big grin came to her face.
"Morning roomie!" she called to me but she never broke the rhythm of her
stroking her pussy. Her social obligations fulfilled, she closed her
eyes and laid back on the pillow again. She had two fingers deep in her
pussy now and her breathing had become ragged and fast.
"Fuck me Alex!" she cried out softly, "Oh that's it, fuck me good! Oh my
god I love your dick in me!"
I was getting off just listening to her but my hand still stroked myself
as I watched her back arch when her orgasm erupted. Mmmmmmm, it was
incredible to watch this little petite girl climaxing as she talked dirty
to her imaginary boyfriend. Many a night I got to watch her do the same
while talking to her boyfriend on the phone which was even more fun as I
imagined him jerking off hundreds of miles away as his girlfriend
described how she was masturbating while she dreamed about him fucking
her.
After Jen had finished she got up from her bed and walked over to mine
where I was still working on my own orgasm. Her face was beet red and
her chest was mottled between her boobs up to her neck. She smiled at me
and put her hand over mine as I rubbed my clit. He fingers slipped down
further until they touched my wet pussy hole.
"Hey roomie, did you like watching me get off this morning?" she
murmured, "Mmmmmmm, feels like someone is pretty horny this morning!"
She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked my wetness from the
tips. God, for a girl who typically looked like the typical naοve girl-
next-door she could certainly look sexy when she wanted to. I could just
imagine what the little minx did to her poor boyfriend at home. He must
have been exhausted by the time she returned to school!
Jen threw on a robe and headed to the bathroom, leaving me my own
ministrations as my pussy cried for her touch. Such a little tease! We
hadn't played together for some time now and it killed me when she did
thinks like she did just now.
After a brief period of experimentation between the two of us, she had
gone home for break and apparently came back satisfied enough to want sex
only with her boyfriend. Sure we still masturbated a lot together but it
certainly wasn't quite the same as when she would lick me until I came so
hard I thought I would cry out loud enough for our other roomies to hear!
I was finishing up just as she was returning. She tossed off her robe
and stood naked in front of her closet as she picked out some clothes to
wear. I wanted to reach out and just grab that hot little ass she
wiggled so seductively, not even realizing what she as doing to me.
"You cum?" she asked, as if asking me the time of day.
Her attitude was pretty casual but after living with her for so long it
was just natural for us to discuss our "personal" sex lives like any
other subject. The smile on my face told her all she needed to know and
she turned back to her stuff.
After I cleaned up and did my hair I faced the same dilemma myself what
to wear? I didn't really want to be too slutty as I thought it might be
more erotic for Ian to see me as the innocent church girl type rather
than some slut throwing herself at him. I was more than willing to be
the latter but it just didn't seem quite right. At the same time I knew
I would be trying on clothes so I didn't want to wear anything that was a
real pain to get in and out of.
The weather looked to be pretty good so there was no need to dress too
warmly but shorts were still out of season to say the least. After much
debate I picked out a pink pair of sweat pants that sometimes doubled for
pajama bottoms when I was visiting friends or relatives. They were just
tight enough to show off my butt a bit but comfy and easy to get on and
off. I added an Old Navy white and pink t-shirt which was about a size
too small for me so it form fitted to my boobs and revealed about an inch
or two of my stomach more if I stretched up or sat down. I had a pair
of pink sneakers which completed my "pink outfit".
I decided to tie my hair back in a ponytail which always made me look a
few years younger. Needless to say a bra and panties never made it out
of my drawer! The soft material of the sweatpants felt good rubbing
against my bare butt and the t-shirt was so tight against my boobs it
stimulated my nipples which made them poke out even more than ever
through the thin material.
"Whoa! ...Nice!" Jen said, giving me the once-over. "So where you going
dressed like THAT?" she asked, the curiosity plain on her face.
"Oh, just shopping," I replied innocently.
Jen looked at me as if she wanted to ask more but once again my roomie
proved her weight in gold as she kept her questions to herself. She had
to sense there was more to my plans than just shopping but she didn't
push the issue.
I didn't think it would look good to be picked up in front of the
apartment by some older guy so I put on my coat and started walking down
the sidewalks toward the front gate to the campus. The gatehouse was
empty as usual so I stood around waiting impatiently. It was a nice day
but still a bit chilly. God, I couldn't wait until summer came again! I
much preferred hot summer days where I could just wear shorts or a swim
suit.
Chapter 5 Sucking Ian in the Mall Parking Lot
===============================================
To be fair, Ian picked me up five minutes early. He wasn't expecting to
see me so close to the road and almost drove past me but I recognized him
and waved him down. He stopped the car and I ran up to the passenger
door and hopped in. He did an illegal U-turn and went out back to the
main road and turned right to go back into town. Turning to me finally,
he looked me up and down and grinned.
"Well Kelly, nice to see you today," he started out as if he was picking
me up to take me to church. Of course we were heading the wrong way for
that in more ways than one!
I said hello back and he let out a big breath as if he had been holding
it for the last few minutes. Looking at me again he raised his eyebrows
and said, "You know, I wasn't sure you would be there for real. This all
seems a bit surreal... you know?"
I asked him what he meant by that and he replied, "Well, you've got to
admit, a guy like me picking a girl like you to go shopping... it's not
something I've ever done before or anyone else I know either!"
We both laughed and the conversation stayed at the small-talk stage for
the trip to the mall. It took almost forty five minutes to get there and
the tension built in the car as we each pretended like this was just some
ordinary shopping trip. It reminded me of when guys would take me home
from babysitting and I knew they were dying to fulfill their fantasies
about doing the babysitter but were too scared to do anything about it.
Although the car had bench front seats, the center section had a fold-
down console for use as an arm-rest and cup holder. I noticed that it
was down when I got in the car and I wondered when the last time his wife
had lifted it up to sit next to him. Probably not in quite a while was
my guess.
Although I had known Ian for almost three years now, we really didn't
know that much about each other. He didn't even know that I was from
Pittsburgh! We talked about our families and personal history all the
sort of stuff you would discuss with just about anyone. I could tell he
was extremely proud of his kids but there was always this cloud that
seemed to hang over the conversation anytime it went near his wife. As
we approached the exit to the mall he finally let out a piece of
information that helped fill in the blanks.
"Kelly, you go to a pretty strict school and I've heard about all the
rules regarding celibacy and waiting for marriage and stuff. I was
wondering how do you really feel about all that?" he asked.
I looked at him with a quizzical eye and he elaborated saying, "Well,
Nancy and I had never done it with anyone else when we met. I admit we
didn't wait until we got married but still, neither of us has ever been
with anyone else before or after we got married."
My face must have betrayed my surprise because he leaned his head back
and smiled saying, "Yeah, I know that to your generation that must seem
sort of quaint and backwards but I wondered if someone with your
background would understand better."
Ha! If only he knew what my background REALLY was! I turned in my seat
and faced him with my legs folded underneath me. "You know Ian, just
because I go to a religious school doesn't mean I'm a virgin."
Ian looked at me quickly as he turned off the expressway. "Oh really?
Do you mind if I ask when you first did it?"
"I was fourteen," I replied. Well, THAT certainly gathered a reaction
from him!
"FOURTEEN?" he repeated back to me and then held up his hand, "Sorry, I
didn't mean to react that way. I just assumed... well you know. Yeah
you may flirt a bit and you've earned a bit of a reputation with the
church leadership for pushing the dress code a bit but I just figured you
were just another tease."
By now we were almost to the parking lot and I lifted the console up and
out of the way so I could move over closer to him. He kept both hands on
the steering wheel as he maneuvered the car through the lot to find an
open spot. I put my hand on his thigh and gently rubbed it. "Is that
what you think today's going to be?" I asked softly, "Just a tease?"
He pulled into a slot and stopped the car. He twisted slightly in the
driver seat and put his arm on the back of the seat behind me.
"Well, to be honest I'm not sure what we're doing here today. I've been
asking myself that question ever since Wednesday night."
Boldly, I moved my hand over to his crotch. I could feel the bulge of
his cock and it was definitely responding to the situation! He shifted
in his seat as if he wasn't quite sure how to react to my touching him.
I reached between his legs and cupped him in my hand, squeezing him
gently through his jeans.
"Well, Ian," I purred gently, "What were you HOPING would happen today?"
He licked his lips which suddenly had gone dry. He started to say
something and then hesitated. All the same, he wasn't stopping me so I
continued touching him and moved to undo his belt and then unsnap his
jeans.
I looked up at him and smiled seductively saying, "Is this anything like
you were hoping for?"
Ian looked flustered. Sometimes it's one thing to wish for something and
fantasize about it but then quite something else when your wish is
granted. I would've been willing to bet a lot that Ian had been jerking
off all week thinking of me doing exactly what I was doing but now that
it was happening. the reality of it was starting sink in. Was he having
second thoughts?
He didn't say a word in response and so I took his silence as his way of
saying "yes" and unzipped his jeans slowly. The sound of the zipper
seemed unnaturally loud in the silence of his expensive car.
Still no response from him so I moved up close to him with my feet still
up on the seat and then I reached down inside of his boxer shorts. My
fingers encountered the fringe of his pubic hair and I could feel the
stiffness of it as I ran my fingers through it. Reaching down further my
fingers touched the tip of the head of his cock and then I held the shaft
in my hand. I couldn't see anything since my hand was buried down in his
underwear but the stiffening of his body told me he could certainly feel
what I was doing.
His breathing quickened as he whispered to me, "I don't know Kelly... I
don't know if I can really do this."
I gently stroked his cock in my hand the best as I could with the
constricting underwear around it. I shushed him softly and licked my
lips for him.
"It's OK," I said gently to him, "Just close your eyes and let me do
everything."
I pushed his underwear down and let his cock flop out into the open. It
wasn't all that bad. I would have to classify it as "average". It was
pretty hard now and maybe six inches in length and my hand easily wrapped
around the stiff shaft. He was circumcised and the head was swollen and
large. Thick black hair surrounded it and I could smell the thick
muskiness of his crotch.
Ian put his hand on mine and gave a lackluster attempt to pull my hand
away.
"You shouldn't be doing that," he whispered.
As big as he was compared to me, he could have easily stopped me if that
was what he really wanted. It was typical of most married men at this
stage and I knew the best way to deal with it was to just ignore him and
continue on as if he had said nothing.
I lowered my head to his lap and took him into my mouth, quickly taking
all of him in until my face was covered with that thick matt of pubic
hair. He fit rather easily in my mouth and I twisted my head around him
while my tongue played along the fleshy shaft that was in my mouth. Ian
groaned as I sucked hard on him and I raised my head up until just the
head was in my mouth. I held him there with my lips and let my tongue do
the work on his cock head, running around the hole in the tip of it and
then around the lower ridge. Finally I let him loose and stroked his wet
shaft with my hand as I looked up at him with a naughty grin on my face.
"That feel good?" I asked as my hand slid slowly up and down his wet
cock.
Ian looked around as if afraid someone was going to see us. It was a
reasonable concern for him since we WERE in the middle of a public
parking lot surrounded by cars. Personally I didn't care! There were
cars on both sides of us though and unless those particular shoppers
happened to return the odds of anyone slipping between the cars were
pretty low as I knew from past experience! He looked down at me and
his cheeks bulged as he let out a big breath.
"Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this!" he blustered. "What if
someone sees us?"
He was sounding more flustered so before he could stop me I went back
down on him and took his cock in my mouth again. Once I had him like
that he couldn't do anything to stop me without hurting himself so now he
was mine! Despite his outward protests he must have been enjoying it
because he reached down and pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down enough
to give me full access to his cock and balls.
I gently gathered his hairy balls in my right hand as my mouth continued
to play his cock like a concert flute. If there is one thing in my life
I think I am as good as anyone, it is sucking cock and Ian was getting
one of my best efforts. I'd lost count a long time ago as to how many I
have actually sucked but it had to be over two hundred or more. It was
far easier for me to count the number of guys I had dated that I had NOT
sucked as I could probably do that on one hand!
People have asked me why I love to suck cock so much. I don't know how
to explain it other than I just love doing it. Feeling a cock grow and
harden in my mouth is something I will never tire of, no matter how many
times I'm lucky enough to have it happen. Perhaps part of it has to do
with the feeling of having complete control over a man. After all, I had
the most tender part of his body in my mouth, able to inflict pain or
pleasure as I desired at any moment. It was addicting to say the least.
I love looking at a guy's faces as I suck him, our eyes meeting as he
sees his cock between my lips. I know guys love to watch when a girl
sucks them and it gets me so wet knowing how much they desire me when
they watch me suck them. That just makes it all the hotter for me as
most of them never get to fuck me and all they will have for a memory is
the look of my mouth moving up and down their hard shaft.
Ian put his right hand on my back and his left on my head as I sucked his
cock faster and faster. I still had my jacket on so he moved down until
he was holding my ass in his hands through the material of my sweat
pants. His fingers on his other hand stoked my hair and I wiggled my
butt to let him know I liked it when he touched it. His fingers slipped
in between the elastic waist band and I could eel them work their way in
until his hand cupped my bare butt. He squeezed my ass gently while
small moans began to emerge from his mouth as I felt his cock swelling
in preparation for his orgasm.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!" he groaned as I plunged my head down into his
crotch, drawing in the heavy odor of his sex and sweat.
His hand pushed my head roughly onto him, keeping his cock buried deep in
my mouth as the first eruption of sperm entered my mouth and hit the back
of my throat. Again and again he came as he humped his hips upward to
drive his cock as deep as he could into my mouth. Some of his cum leaked
past my lips and dripped down into his crotch as I tried to swallow it as
best as I could.
I kept him in my mouth even after he had finished, softly sucking him as
his cock quickly softened and shrank. I could taste the little bits of
sperm that would emerge from it as it dwindled and he shuddered sometimes
as my tongue ran along the length of it. Finally I let it slip from my
lips and I sat up to look at him. I could feel the cum on my chin but I
didn't do anything about it for the moment. I grinned at him and licked
my lips like I had just had an excellent meal which for me it was!
Ian looked at me, still breathing hard from his exertions. "That was
incredible!" was all he could muster at first. Then after a pause he
started to pull his pants back on and said, "Damn, I never dreamed it
could feel so good."
I looked at him with a questioning glance. "Doesn't your wife suck you?"
I asked.
Ian rolled his eyes as he replied, "Oh, she has a couple of times over
the years but only when I have really pushed her and it was obvious she
didn't like doing it. She never made me cum and she certainly NEVER made
me feel like you just did!"
I smiled at him for the compliment and teased him, "Well, practice makes
perfect."
"Well, obviously it wasn't YOUR first time," he said back to me. "Do I
dare ask just how much practice you HAVE had?"
I shook my head and let my ponytail fly back and forth like a schoolgirl.
"Good girls never tell," I responded in a teasing voice. "And I'm a VERY
good girl."
He finished dressing as he buckled his pants and laughed, "Oh you're good
alright. It's just that somehow I don't think you're as 'good' of a girl
as most people think you are."
I sat back in the seat and pretended to pout before I replied saying,
"Well, I guess it depends what you say I'm good at. Now after that are
you going to take me shopping or what?"
We both got out of the car on our respective sides. I met him behind the
car and hugged him. He didn't hug me back, probably worried about who
might be watching. He looked at me and smiled saying, "Ummmmm, you'd
better wipe off your face people might get the wrong idea."
We both laughed as I pulled out a tissue from my purse and wiped off the
cum that was drying on my face. I didn't say this to Ian but I was
thinking that actually people would've been getting the RIGHT idea!
For the next couple of hours I had a blast. It was every girl's dream
come true open season on the mall. We went from store to store where I
would try on clothes and model them for Ian. The spring and summer
fashions were out so I tried on all sorts of shorts outfits, camisoles,
tank tops, and more than a few bikinis some of the QUITE revealing. We
even hit the VS store and I tried on some sexy lingerie for him.
The store clerks usually thought at first that I was his daughter but
after seeing the wolfish look in his eyes as he stared at me in the
various outfits I figured they either thought he was a naughty dad or
some perverted older guy with a young slut or maybe even an escort.
Since most fathers would not be sporting hard-ons when they saw their
daughter in a new thong bikini, I assumed that the clerks most likely
thought they knew exactly what was going on. Even so, I bet they
wouldn't have believed what I had just done to him before in the parking
lot or planned to do later.
We stopped off at the food court for a snack. By then he was carrying a
load of shopping bags and I wondered how close to his credit limit he was
getting. We weren't exactly shopping at Wal-Mart or Target stores, that
was for sure. No clearance racks for me!
The weird thing was that for the entire afternoon he had never touched me
although he certainly LOOKED at me a lot and I did my best to give him
as much to look at as possible. Even so I had not bared my boobs or even
flashed him a pussy shot. It was the ultimate tease and I wondered when
we would get to the next level.
We sat across from each other as I ate my salad and he munched on a
burger. If you ignored the age difference, and the fact he was married,
we'd were like two teenagers on a first date, neither of us saying
directly what was on our minds and sort of dancing around the subject we
both were interested in. It was been fun but the memory of how good his
cock tasted had been on my mind all day. He must have been thinking
along the same lines at times judging from the bulge in his pants when I
was trying on some lingerie or a sexy outfit.
"How's your salad?" he asked me, "Sure you don't want something more than
that to eat?"
That was the finals straw - I couldn't let THAT opportunity go by so I
smiled at him between bites and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "You
know, I would love something more to eat. How about a second helping of
cock? I'm starving for some more cum."
Well, it was out there now. Even though I'd sucked his dick back in the
car, we hadn't said anything explicit all afternoon. He looked just a
bit surprised but yet pleased at the same time. Ian looked around as if
afraid someone might had overheard me but there was nobody within ten
feet of us. He looked back at me and grinned. "Hmmmmmm, is that ALL you
want?"
He was married and I knew that with married men usually needed to be
reassured that what they were doing was OK. It wasn't like back when
they were single and all that could happen was to be turned down. Ian
was considering committing adultery, betraying his wife in the worst way
possible. Who could blame him for feeling the need to know that I really
DID want to do it with him before he committed himself?
The ball was in my court now, or balls in this case. I leaned forward
across the table towards him and looked him straight in the eyes. In a
soft voice I slowly said, "That's not all I want Ian." I paused for
effect and then continued, "Ian... I want you to fuck me."
The hunger in Ian's eyes betrayed the casualness which he tried to
maintain. His cheeks involuntarily flushed and his eyes blinked rapidly
as he took in a deep breath. I knew full well the incredible power those
words could have over a guy. Nothing else I could have said to a him
would have had even half the impact of those simple words, "fuck me".
Ian proved to be no exception. I reached forward and took his hand in
mine and said in a low voice, "C'mon, let's go somewhere a little more
private."
Silently we walked back to his car. Ian put my shopping bags in the
trunk and unlocked the doors. At first I was disappointed when he didn't
hold the door open for me but then I figured that he had too much on his
mind to think of being courteous. When he got in I slid over next to him
and leaned against him with my feet tucked up under me on the seat. Once
again my hand moved to his crotch and my heart beat raced as I felt the
hardness beneath his pants. Ian took my hand and pushed it over to his
leg.
"Noooooo, not here Kelly," he said, almost like a father addressing his
daughter, "Sorry, I just can't do that again in the middle of a parking
lot. That was insane!"
I put my hand back on his crotch again and this time he didn't protest
quite as much. "Isn't this what you really want Ian? You weren't
expecting to take me on some expensive shopping trip and get just a
blowjob, were you?."
Ian's cheeks puffed out as he let out a deep breath. "To be honest
Kelly, I never REALLY thought for a moment we would ever have done even
THAT!."
He looked a bit confused as I gave him a questioning look myself.
"Really," he continued, "I assumed you were just a big tease and we would
go out and flirt and stuff like that today. It was just suppose to be
some naughty fling, like some R-rate movie NOT a porn one!"
"So you don't want to fuck me?" I asked, confused now and not certain at
all what was happening.
"God Kelly, who wouldn't?" he sighed. "I never dared to even DREAM you
would actually want to have sex with someone like me."
He laughed a bit at that and corrected himself, "Well, I have to admit I
DID dream of it but I never thought it would come true."
I cuddled up next to him but kept my hand planted firmly on his crotch.
I rubbed it gently and looked up at him. He wanted me, I knew it deep
down. He wouldn't even be discussing it with me if he didn't. If I let
it go now, Ian would probably regret it for the rest of his life, Every
time he was frustrated by his wife's lack of sex drive he would remember
how he had the chance to fuck a slutty college girl and turned her down.
It may sound a bit like twisted logic but bear me out and listen. Ian's
marriage as obviously in deep trouble so fucking me or not wasn't going
to make it any worse than it already was. However, maybe if he DID fuck
me, maybe if he had the chance to love out his fantasy, maybe then it
would give him something to feel good about. Maybe it would be something
for him to remember fondly while he masturbated when his wife went to bed
without having sex. If I dropped this now and they split up later, would
I be partly to blame for not helping him now when I had the chance?
"Tell me Ian, don't you desire me more than your wife? Wouldn't you
rather fuck me instead of her?"
He didn't answer right away but I could see he was thinking hard about
something!
"It's OK Ian, you can tell me," I whispered to him in a soothing tone,
"It's only natural for you to want me more than her. After all, she
can't please you the way I can. She would never do the things that I'll
let you do to me. She would never say the things I'll say to you."
Ian was breathing heavy now. "Damn you Kelly, you're a piece of work.
Just tell me one thing. What turns you on more me fucking you or
Nancy's husband fucking you?"
I had to say one thing for Ian, he was sharp! Most men were so caught up
with themselves and their own desires they never understood why I would
want an older guy no longer in the best of shape to fuck me when I could
have literally any man I wanted. Ian had me pegged. He was right I
DID want to fuck Nancy's husband. I wanted him to desire me so badly
that he would break his sacred wedding vows vows he had kept for so
many years.
I knew full well that almost any man would fuck me given the chance,
that's just nature and hormones at work. For Ian to do me meant a lot
more as he had so much to lose. I wouldn't just be another notch on his
belt instead he would be one on MINE! It was even better than taking a
guy's virginity as instead I was taking his vows from him. Never again
would he be able to look his wife in the eyes and say he loved her and
never cheated on her without knowing he was lying. Never again would he
make love to his wife without thoughts of fucking me always being there
in the background.
I loved being fucked by men like Ian because I knew that they were
willing to give up a lifetime of faithfulness and fidelity just for the
opportunity to be alone with ME for a few hours. Now if that's not
enough to make a girl feel good about herself, to make her feel as sexy
as possible, then I don't know what can.
So anyway... I couldn't tell Ian all this so I just smiled and said what
I knew he wanted to hear, even if it wasn't 100% true.
"Oh Ian, how can you say that?" I pouted although I didn't deny what he
had said. "It's you I want. It's you I want to take me and do whatever
you want with."
Ian was silent for a while, thinking hard about something. I stayed
quiet, letting him sort things out for himself. Finally he started the
car with a purpose maybe some sort of plan?
"Don't worry Kelly, you'll get what you want," he said as he backed out
of the slot. Before he put it in drive he looked at me and shook his
head with a smile finally back on his face. "Just not in a damn parking
lot!"
Chapter 6 Adultery in a Hotel Room
=====================================
Without another word Ian drove out of the mall lot and down the road
where I saw there was a hotel. Hmmmmmm, it had been quite a while since
I was fucked alone in a hotel room. Without another word he parked
outside the entrance and motioned for me to stay in the car while he
checked in.
I sat there in the front seat all alone, waiting for him. My pussy
tingled with anticipation and I had to put my hand inside my sweatpants
to touch it. My finger touched my clit and I almost jumped out of the
seat. God I was horny! It seemed like it had been days since I had
given him that blowjob and all the teasing I had been doing for the past
few hours had made me as hot and horny as it did him. I closed my eyes
and my head leaned back as I rubbed my clit faster. I was using two
fingers, each sliding long one side of my wet clit.
I was starting to really get into it when suddenly the driver door opened
and Ian quickly sat down behind the steering wheel. He looked at me and
then down to my lap where my hand had disappeared inside my sweatpants.
"Damn it Kelly! There are people all over the place," he exclaimed,
"What if someone had seen you?"
I didn't stop but instead looked up at him and smiled saying, "Mmmmmmm, a
girl's got to do what a girl's got to do."
He waved a room card at me and chuckled, "Well try to hang in there a few
more minutes miss horny."
Ian pulled into a parking space and started to lead me back into the
hotel when I held back and pointed to the trunk of his car. He looked at
me with questioning eyes.
I grinned and said, "Well, you bought me all these outfits, I thought you
might want to see me wearing one of them."
Ian's eyebrows rose and then he nodded and opened the trunk. I dug
through the bags and found what I was looking for. After he closed the
trunk, we headed back to the hotel entrance. We passed by the front desk
where a middle-aged woman was working. Seeing me with him I bet she was
wondered why he didn't book two rooms one for him and another for his
daughter. The disapproving look on her face told everything she had
quickly sized up the situation and knew what was going on! I looked at
her and gave her a smile which just made the frown in her face even
harder. Oh well, who cares about the old bitch?
We got in the elevator and Ian punched the floor number. It was only one
floor up so there was no time for fooling around. The room was directly
across from the elevator so next thing I knew we were inside. Ian turned
on the entry light but left the rest of the room darkened although the
overhead light was bright enough to light up the rest of the room well
enough to see clearly.
Looking around, I turned on the bathroom light and turned back to him as
I closed the door and said, "Have a seat while I change."
Ian smiled and I closed the door behind me. Standing alone in the
bathroom I looked in the mirror and took in a deep breath, releasing it
slowly. I quickly slipped out of my clothes, folding them and placing
them in a stack on the sink counter top.
Looking again in the mirror, I turned and checked out my nude body.
Without being too egotistical, I thought I looked pretty hot and I could
imagine Ian sitting out in the room wishing he could see me like this. I
smiled to myself as I thought about just how many guys would like to as
well. I couldn't begin to count the number of guys at the mall today who
were mentally undressing me as I walked by.
Reaching into the bag I pulled out the outfit I'd selected. It was the
perfect "little black dress" that every girl wants except it was white.
It was made of the lightest sheer material and I could barely feel the
weight of it. It was simple no frills or anything, just solid white
with spaghetti straps and so low cut it barely covered my nipples. It
fit snugly to my body, clinging to me like a magnet to steel. It was
just long enough to cover my ass but not much more and fit tightly around
the upper part of my legs to hold it tight and down.
There was no way I could wear a bra or panties with it without spoiling
the lines and besides, why would I want to? I looked again into the
mirror and was amazed at how much a simple piece of fabric could
transform a person! As I checked myself out my eyes narrowed on my hair
a ponytail just didn't cut it with a dress like this. I pulled out the
elastic band holding it in place and let my hair fall down over my
shoulders. I leaned forward and let my hair fall in front of me and then
threw my head back to fluff up my hair. I didn't have much to work with
other than a small brush in my purse but I didn't think he would care a
whole lot about my hair styling.
Unfortunately, I realized I had forgotten an essential part of my outfit.
I didn't have any heels that would have finished off the outfit they
were still outside in the trunk. My sneakers clashed horribly so I
decided to just stay barefoot. I put my hand on the door handle and took
in a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing!" I thought to myself.
I stepped out into the room. Looking around I saw Ian was sitting on the
edge of the bed., his hands in his lap. Hearing me leave the bathroom,
his head turned and I saw a smile grow on his face as he took in the
sight of me. I stood a few feet away from him and twirled around to show
off the dress.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured his approval, "that is one sexy dress!" Then he
chuckled saying, "Damn, I still can't believe a dress so small could cost
so much!?"
I moved up closer to him and pressed my way between his legs which he
spread apart for me. Taking his hands, I pulled them behind me and place
them on my ass. There was just the light dress material between his
hands and my bare butt.
I put my arms around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear,
"It's up to you now Ian... I'm yours... whatever you want you can have...
ANYTHING."
Ian must have been holding his breath as he finally took in a deep breath
and released it. "Oh god, what am I doing?" he said, more to himself
than to me.
His hands stayed on my ass though so I replied, "You know you want me
Ian... I know you've always wanted to fuck me, from the first time you
stared at my ass in church."
Ian looked at me again, a more determined look on his face. "What guy
wouldn't want you Kelly?"
I kissed his neck and looked at him. "Maybe, but YOU have me now so what
are YOU going to do about it?"
Ian slipped his hand down and under my dress, then back up until they
cupped my firm bare ass, one cheek in each hand.
"Mmmmmmm, you've always like my ass, haven't you?" I purred.
"God, if you only knew how many times I wanted to hold it like this," he
sighed, "I don't know how you fit into those jeans sometimes!"
I pushed forward until my leg was against his crotch. I gently pressed
up against him, moving my leg from side to side to rub it against him.
One of his hands moved to the front of me and slipped between my legs,
pressing upward until he cupped my pussy in his palm. I was freshly
shaven so it must have felt as smooth as a young girl's pussy to him.
"I bet my pussy feels better than Nancy's," I teased him. Then I gave
him a wicked smile saying, "You know, I bet Annie's feels like mine.
Wouldn't you love to touch hers?"
He was rubbing his finger up and down my pussy, wetting me using the
pussy juices he would bring up from my cunt and using it to make my clit
wet and slippery. When I mentioned Annie's name his eyes opened wide and
he pushed his finger up inside of me. At first I think he wanted to
protest, to claim he wasn't interested in his daughter. It was a sign of
how much he was mine now, how much he had surrendered to me, that instead
he admitted his hidden lust for his daughter.
"Oh yes, her pussy would be like yours so sweet and tight," he
responded.
His finger explored me as his other hand massaged my butt. He started to
reach around more with his hand and I felt his finger tip against my
asshole, he started to press it in but I reached around and help his
hand.
"No Ian, anything but that," I said, trying to take the edge off what I
was telling him.
Fortunately he took the hint and went back to rubbing my butt. Then he
reached down further and pushed a finger from his other hand into my
pussy along with the one from his first. Mmmmmmm, it felt good to feel
the two fingers working their way around inside of me. The palm of his
hand was pressed up against my clit and he rubbed it around as he played
with my pussy. God it felt so good!
I reached up to my shoulders and pushed the thin straps aside and then
pulled down the top of my dress to expose my breasts to him. I leaned
forward until they were up to his face. My hands went behind his head
and I pulled his face into me until my boobs were on each side of his
nose.
"Suck my tits," I told him, "Make my nipples hard."
Well, my nipples were already pretty well stimulated just by the action
of his fingers in my pussy but a little sucking never hurt! Ian took my
right breast in his mouth, pulling as much of it as he could inside and
then releasing it. His tongue played over my nipple, running circles
around it and then licking my breast all over. I cupped my boobs with my
hands and gently massaged them as he went from one to the other, licking
and sucking each.
I loved the feel of his fingers in me but I wanted the real thing by now
so I pushed him back onto the bed until he was lying flat on top of it.
Still standing between his legs, I undid his belt and jeans and unzipped
them all the way down. He helped me pull them down along with his boxer
shorts and I pulled them off along with his shoes and socks, placing them
on the bed beside us.
I stood up and gazed at him. Ian was now naked from the waist down with
just a shirt on. His cock was stiff and curved such that instead of
standing up straight in the air it was actually pointed directly at his
face! I kneeled on the floor which put my face right in the center of
his legs, his cock just inches from me.
I could smell the musky odor of his crotch as I reached out to hold him
in my hand. I pulled it back to un upright position and lowered my mouth
down over it, taking it in inch by inch until finally I had all of him I
my mouth. His cock was pressing against the back of my throat as my face
was covered with his thick coarse pubic hair. Mmmmmmm, I loved the odor
of him, the strong male aroma generated by his lust combined with sweat.
Having already blown him once today, my objective now was to make sure he
was good and hard and a bit slippery with my saliva to make it easier for
him to fuck me. Mission accomplished, I stood up and lifted my dress up
so I could climb up on the bed and straddle his waist. I held my dress
up with one hand while I reached between my legs to grab his swollen cock
with the other. Positioning myself directly over it, I lowered myself
down until the head was just lightly pressing against my pussy.
"You ready?" I said with a slutty smile on my face.
Ian had pulled a pillow down from the top of the bed and was using it to
raise his head so he could watch me suck him and now he could see his
cock under me, just waiting for me to lower myself onto it.
"Do it!" was all he said.
Well, I wasn't going to wait for him to compose a speech so I held his
shaft while my wet pussy pressed down on him. I felt my pussy lips part
as his head penetrated me. I was soaking wet from him playing with me
and he slid easily up inside of me as I lowered myself further until my
butt was resting on his crutch. Mmmmmmm, he was in me now, fucking me.
It felt so good knowing I finally had it in me. Yes, he was MINE now!
Never again would he be just his wife's lover, never again could he claim
to be pure and loyal to his wife. Instead, I would always have a piece
of him she could never get back. Whenever he was in bed with her, he
would remember this moment, the first moment he fucked a woman other than
his wife.
I leaned forward and he raised his head to suck my breasts again. As I
did his cock slipped from me slightly and so I started to rock back and
forth, slowly at first so he could suck my boobs. I could feel his thick
shaft moving in and out of me as I set the rhythm. I like to start out
on top at the beginning so I can control the depth and rate of his cock
stroking in and out of my pussy. I sat back up and put my full weight on
him as I ground my ass into his hairy crotch. His pubic hair felt like a
stiff hair brush against my bare bottom.
I wanted him to fuck me harder so I got up on my feet instead of my knees
and started to literally bounce up and down on his cock! I could see he
was watching his cock as it appeared and then disappeared from view as he
first pulled out and then penetrated me again, forcing him to move deep
inside of me until it felt like he was up in my stomach.
Evidently Ian must have felt it was time for him to become the aggressor
and so he grabbed my legs and said, "Alright," he commanded me, "get on
all fours in the middle of the bed."
I lifted myself off of him and did as he ordered. He then pulled off his
shirt and moved in behind me. Kneeling down he spread my ass apart with
his hands and I felt his face against my butt as he licked me. Although
I don't like my ass penetrated, I LOVE it to be licked and I was pleased
to feel his tongue running circles around my asshole and then playfully
push into it just a bit. My ass is really tight though and without being
able to use his finger all he could really do was play around at the
opening with his tongue.
I moaned as chills ran through me when his tongue went lower and lapped
up the wetness of my pussy. His tongue pushed aside my swollen pussy
lips and penetrated me. I could only imagine how good I tasted to him.
Of all the pussies I've licked, I like the taste of mine the best. Of
course I might be a little biased but I'm sure anyone would forgive me!
After eating my cunt for a while I was close to my first "O" and so it
was a bit disconcerting when he stopped licking me but he quickly made up
for it. I could feel his cock on top of my ass, then running down though
my ass crack, flirting briefly with my asshole and then nestling in
between my wet pussy lips. He rubbed it up and down, getting it nice and
wet and making me feel intense at the same time. God I wanted him back
inside of me so bad!
Obviously he had the same thoughts because it was then that I felt his
cock breach my pussy once again. He quickly thrust himself into me from
behind and I felt his crotch slap up against my bare ass. Ian almost
knocked me off my hands and feet he was banging me so hard! Just as he
was getting me going again and I was about to cum the craziest thing
happened a cell phone started to ring! It was in his pants right next
to us and I saw the look on his face.
"Damn!" he said, "I HAVE to take that. It's the ring for home and if I
don't answer they'll wonder where I am!"
He reached over but I was glad that he somehow managed to remain inside
of me. He answered the damn phone and it must have been Annie from the
way he was talking to her. Evidently Nancy wanted him to pick something
up at the store and she had been delegated to call him.
This wasn't the first time a husband had been on his cell phone while he
fucked me. When I was escorting, I had a guy cum in me while he was
telling his clueless wife how much he loved her. God I came SO hard that
time!
This time was unique in that he was talking to his daughter instead of
his wife. If little Annie could only see me and her father now! If she
thought a few innocent instant messages were bad, what would she say if
she saw dear old dad screwing the church girl?
Ian finally ended the conversation with a goodbye, telling Annie that he
loved her. That was all I needed to hear as he started to stroke his
cock in and out of me again. My pussy exploded as my first orgasm struck
and the initial wave of intense pleasure made me drop to my elbows and
gasp for air. My eye rolled back in my head as my pussy felt like it was
on fire a fire that quickly spread up and down me until I was consumed
from my toes to the outermost strand of hair
A loud moan escaped from me as my vision narrowed and everything seemed
somehow less real, more remote. The room seemed to move in front of me
as wave after wave of powerful feelings flooded me, emanating from my
pussy as if his cock was filling me with each thrust.
Each time his cock pulled out it was like he was reloading and then when
he rammed it back into me to the hilt it was as if it pumped another load
of sheer bliss into my cunt which then broadcast it to the rest of me.
My breasts tingled and I could feel my nipples stiffen even more as I
fought to breath. Ian could obviously tell I was cumming and if anything
he just pumped me harder with his wonderful cock.
"That's it Kelly, cum for me," he said in a halting manner between
thrusts.
Just as it seemed my orgasm had peaked and was starting to decline he
reached around and touched my clit, rubbing it between two fingers. I
moaned again as like a roller coaster that had made its first dive and
then was slowing up for the next hill, my orgasm took off down the hill
again and my pussy clamped down tight on his cock, squeezing him as it
tried to hold him inside of me.
"God damn Kelly!" he cried out, "What the hell are you doing, trying to
flatten my dick?"
He moaned as he tried to move his cock in me but my pussy had a hard grip
on him. The peak only lasted a short while though and soon my pussy
released his cock and he resumed fucking me with it. My face felt like
it was flushed beet red and I would have sworn that there were goose
pimples on every square inch of me.
I rested my head on the pillow in front of me as I regained my breath
while my pussy just throbbed. Ian pulled out of me and literally flipped
me over like a pancake on a griddle. He grabbed one of the pillows and
pushed it under my ass so my pussy was better exposed and elevated a few
inches up off the bed.
I looked up at him, kneeling in between my wide-spread legs, gently
stroking his own cock while he gazed at my open pussy. I imagined it
looked pretty wet and swollen by now, probably a nice open pussy hole
just waiting for his cock to fill it back up again.
"God... you're so fucking beautiful," he said hoarsely, staring at me and
taking me in from my breasts to my crotch.
"Don't stop, keep fucking me Ian," I said to him gently, "I want you to
fuck me and cum in me."
A strange look suddenly came to his face and I wondered what I'd said
that was so wrong.
"God I want to," he moaned, "Can you believe it - I don't have a condom."
I smiled and just shook my head at him. "Doesn't matter to me," I
replied, "I wouldn't let you use it anyway. Last thing I want is
something stopping me from feeling your cum in me!"
Ian didn't seem to sure so I added in, "Beside, I've been on the pill for
years and I'm faithful about it!"
Ian shrugged his shoulders as horny as he was he didn't need much to
convince him I guess! He leaned over me and I guided his cock back into
me. It slid easily into me like it was buttered after all the fucking
and cumming so far. He put his hands on each side of me and leaned over
me as he pumped his cock in and out of me.
"Oh Ian, I love the way you fuck me," I moaned, "Tell me how much more
you like to fuck me than Nancy... Tell me you want me more than her."
"Oh god, youre so bad!" he cried out, "Fuck it though I DO love
fucking you more than her. Lord help me for saying this but yes, I want
you so much more than her God, she was NEVER like this."
"Cum in me Ian," I said softly but firmly, "I want your sperm in me...
mate me Ian, make me your slut."
"Oh yea, you're a slut alright," he panted, "dirty little nasty church
girl slut... so prim and proper... so nasty and naughty for real."
He was pumping even faster now and from the gasping and speed of his
strokes I knew he had to be close.
"Here it is slut... take my cum."
Ian slammed into me and then held himself still, his cock as deep into me
as he could drive it. I felt it swelling as then it exploded, a hot
stream of cum shooting into me."
"Oh yeah," I cried out, "More... more... cum in me more."
Ian didn't need me to say anything, he was pumping me full of hot sperm
like he hadn't cum n ages. It was only a few hours since I sucked him
off so it was remarkable a guy his age could have built up such a load so
quickly! He must have pumped six or more solid shots into me and then he
held himself in me again, his cock throbbing and then pulsing to shoot a
small round into me. His load spent, Ian fell down to his elbows but
kept most of his weight off of me as I relaxed my legs and let them fall
flat to the bed. We were both exhausted and I would've loved to have
fallen sleep just this way, with him inside of me and maybe even waking
me later by fucking me in my sleep.
That wasn't to be though, we had to be getting back before his wife and
family started getting suspicious. I don't know if it was five minutes
or thirty as I lay there in a sexual stupor but eventually he pulled out
of me and got up and off the bed. I could feel his cum mixed with mine
as it drained out of my pussy and down my ass crack until it soaked the
pillow under my butt. I reached down between my legs and scooped sum up
with my fingers and then licked it off. Ian was starting to get dressed
but he stopped to watch me as I licked every drop from my fingers.
"You are so incredibly sexy," he said, shaking his heads in amazement at
me. "Nancy would NEVER do anything like that."
"Mmmmmmm, tastes good," I said with a sultry voice, "You should try
some!"
He laughed at that saying, "Naaaa, I think I'll take a pass on that one."
We both cracked up at that but still I wondered why most guys acted like
they were allergic to their own cum. I loved tasting my pussy so why
don't guys like their own cum? Another mystery of the universe I guess!
Oh well, at least I liked mine!
Ian looked nervously at the clock by the bed. "C'mon Kelly," he urged,
"We've been out a lot longer than I said I would be and I have to be
getting home before someone starts asking questions."
I huffed but got out of bed. I threw back on my sweat pants and top and
tried to fold my dress up nicely to get it back home in one piece. I
checked it over for cum though no Monicas here! I would have liked to
take a shower but Ian was in a hurry. Hell, if anyone needed one he did.
If Nancy was like most women she would smell my pussy on him from a mile
away! Oh well, that was his problem to deal with I guess.
Ian left the door key card in the room and used the express checkout on
the TV so all we had to do was go straight past the desk and out to his
car. He held my door open for me and then got it behind the wheel. He
started to put the key in but then paused and looked over at me.
"You know, looking at you as you are now I would never have guessed such
a slut lived underneath that polished veneer," he said with a disarming
smile. I just grinned at him and gave him a "who me?" kind of look.
"Sorry girl, that look will never fool me again!" he said with a laugh.
"I KNOW what you are now."
We both laughed and made the trip back home with relatively little more
to say. I think we were both thinking about the events of the past few
hours. My pussy was still sensitive from the great fucking he had given
me and now then it sort of tingled and a little jolt would run up and
down my back when he hit a bump and my outfit rubbed against it just
right.
Ian was pretty quiet the trip back, I would have given anything to know
what he was thinking. Was he happy, feeling guilty, or what? It didn't
really matter to me, he would never fuck me again as that would break one
of my cardinal rules never fuck a married man twice.
I had no doubt Ian would ask me. They all did. It would be enough for
me to just say hi to his wife and Annie, knowing what their husband and
father had done to me. They wouldn't have any idea why I was smiling but
it still thrilled me to imagine that maybe she suspected but wasn't quite
sure enough to say anything.
Needless to say, my inquisitive roomie was more than a little curious
about my shipping trip. She looked at all my expensive bags and then her
eyes bugged out when she saw the price tags. I don't think she bought my
"daddy sent me money" excuse for even a second but as always, she was
discreet and left it up to me to ever tell her the truth.
In the meantime, I got a great new wardrobe and to make it even better,
it was all free AND I'd gotten myself fucked wonderfully to boot! Now
THAT is what I call shopping for sex!
THE END