hair,” I said as I looked up into her half-open eyes, my mouth on her clit. “Pull my fucking hair. I like pain.”
She tugged on my short hair, and I groaned and rubbed my rough stubble against the side of her legs, making her lean back and gasp as I stopped to flutter my tongue over her sweet clit again and again. “You. Taste. So. Fucking. Good,” I said as I licked her and stared up at her beautiful face, making her screw up her features in pleasure. “I can’t wait for you to teach me how to fuck you exactly how you want. I’m all yours, Mrs. Robinson. All. Fucking. Yours. I’m your own personal fantasy tonight.”
“Ahhh,” she moaned. I inserted one finger into her and motioned upwards, lobbing a hit on her G spot. This combined with my tongue’s subtle flirtation with her clit was enough to send her over the edge again, and her knees buckled. Since she was pinned between the wall and me, I supported her on the way down, and as I rose she went completely limp against my chest. As her breathing slowed, I grabbed her chin and devoured her mouth as the hot water flowed over us. And for the first time ever, I really felt the lips I was kissing – felt them to the floor of me, actually.
Oh, shit – this was dangerous .
“Ben, stop.”
She pulled away and stared into my eyes, her face drained but her eyes hungry, her mascara running down her cheek in the misty shower.
“What are you?” she asked with a weird little look, caught in something between awe and disbelief. “Some man-boy sex machine sent to torture me and make me come again and again? This can’t be real. It’s like you’re peeling back my skull and looking into my brain.”
“Oh, but it is real,” I said as I kissed her neck. “Age and talent have nothing to do with each other – remember that. And just because I’m a dude doesn’t mean I don’t know women.” The boredom I saw in Grace’s eyes was genderless, not that I could tell her that. She wanted something else – she was bored with the romance novels – and she had called me here to fix that.
“Still, Ben,” she whispered. “This is wrong .”
Her one word – wrong – seemed to fill the shower with guilt.
“I know it is,” I said, my endorphin high starting to crash and burn, thinking she was trying to walk away. “All I know is how alive I feel when I touch you. And-”
“And that’s why I want it,” she interrupted. “I’m sick of being good. I mean, when’s the last time following the rules got me anywhere? I want you in me. I have to have you. Take me, Ben. Fuck me.”
I shuddered from head to toe, and my cock got so hard, it brushed up against her leg.
“Good God – you are bad , Mrs. Robinson.” I reached down and took my cock in my hand, which was now standing at full attention, to say the least. “So you do want this cock?” I growled, making her eyes get even hungrier.
“Yes. So badly.”
As my hormones ran wild, my brain threw up one last yellow flag. “…But you know what that will mean, though, right?”
It means this is real, and you’ve cheated on your husband, and I’ve accepted money for sex, officially rendering me the lowest form of human being to walk the Earth…
“Ben, your mouth was just on my vagina for ten minutes,” she said. “How is sex any different from that?”
I took one final look into her eyes. They were desperate, starving, pleading. I grabbed my dick and ran myself over her pussy ever-so-slowly.
“Beg me to fuck you, then, Mrs. Robinson,” I demanded, and she tried to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head again.
“Please fuck me, Ben.”
“Beg harder.” If she wanted to be wishy-washy and keep questioning herself, she was going to get punished.
“Fuck me now!”
“I’m not sure,” I said, taking my cock away again.
“Why not?”
I paused. How did I explain that I actually liked her, and that it terrified me, because I knew I was only there as her little sex pet? She had a
She tugged on my short hair, and I groaned and rubbed my rough stubble against the side of her legs, making her lean back and gasp as I stopped to flutter my tongue over her sweet clit again and again. “You. Taste. So. Fucking. Good,” I said as I licked her and stared up at her beautiful face, making her screw up her features in pleasure. “I can’t wait for you to teach me how to fuck you exactly how you want. I’m all yours, Mrs. Robinson. All. Fucking. Yours. I’m your own personal fantasy tonight.”
“Ahhh,” she moaned. I inserted one finger into her and motioned upwards, lobbing a hit on her G spot. This combined with my tongue’s subtle flirtation with her clit was enough to send her over the edge again, and her knees buckled. Since she was pinned between the wall and me, I supported her on the way down, and as I rose she went completely limp against my chest. As her breathing slowed, I grabbed her chin and devoured her mouth as the hot water flowed over us. And for the first time ever, I really felt the lips I was kissing – felt them to the floor of me, actually.
Oh, shit – this was dangerous .
“Ben, stop.”
She pulled away and stared into my eyes, her face drained but her eyes hungry, her mascara running down her cheek in the misty shower.
“What are you?” she asked with a weird little look, caught in something between awe and disbelief. “Some man-boy sex machine sent to torture me and make me come again and again? This can’t be real. It’s like you’re peeling back my skull and looking into my brain.”
“Oh, but it is real,” I said as I kissed her neck. “Age and talent have nothing to do with each other – remember that. And just because I’m a dude doesn’t mean I don’t know women.” The boredom I saw in Grace’s eyes was genderless, not that I could tell her that. She wanted something else – she was bored with the romance novels – and she had called me here to fix that.
“Still, Ben,” she whispered. “This is wrong .”
Her one word – wrong – seemed to fill the shower with guilt.
“I know it is,” I said, my endorphin high starting to crash and burn, thinking she was trying to walk away. “All I know is how alive I feel when I touch you. And-”
“And that’s why I want it,” she interrupted. “I’m sick of being good. I mean, when’s the last time following the rules got me anywhere? I want you in me. I have to have you. Take me, Ben. Fuck me.”
I shuddered from head to toe, and my cock got so hard, it brushed up against her leg.
“Good God – you are bad , Mrs. Robinson.” I reached down and took my cock in my hand, which was now standing at full attention, to say the least. “So you do want this cock?” I growled, making her eyes get even hungrier.
“Yes. So badly.”
As my hormones ran wild, my brain threw up one last yellow flag. “…But you know what that will mean, though, right?”
It means this is real, and you’ve cheated on your husband, and I’ve accepted money for sex, officially rendering me the lowest form of human being to walk the Earth…
“Ben, your mouth was just on my vagina for ten minutes,” she said. “How is sex any different from that?”
I took one final look into her eyes. They were desperate, starving, pleading. I grabbed my dick and ran myself over her pussy ever-so-slowly.
“Beg me to fuck you, then, Mrs. Robinson,” I demanded, and she tried to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head again.
“Please fuck me, Ben.”
“Beg harder.” If she wanted to be wishy-washy and keep questioning herself, she was going to get punished.
“Fuck me now!”
“I’m not sure,” I said, taking my cock away again.
“Why not?”
I paused. How did I explain that I actually liked her, and that it terrified me, because I knew I was only there as her little sex pet? She had a
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