Well, I do feel like abit of a fool… A nasty, but happy fool…
Literally the second after I impulsively published the last post, my phone rang.
Of course it was him…
“I’ve done the main shopping, but I can do the rest later! How long have we got left.”
“About 35 minutes.”
“Ok, I’ll be there in 5!”
“Ooh, I’m just abit excited, but also rather guilty about the ‘fuck off!’ I thought and sent out into the world not two minutes earlier. Never mind – I’m sure he’ll forgive me – I think I’m usually a pretty ‘nice’ person to live with…
I run upstairs. Its bloody freezing! Black hold up stockings, cream and black french knickers and a way too tight smart pencil skirt. He has a penchant for pencil skirts and I’ve been meaning to wear this for a while. But it takes some squeezing to get in to!
He likes the skirt very much and makes me bend over the bed so he can see my ass better. There is a really high slit up the back.
“Oh, that’s handy! Where’s the strap?” he asks. I drape myself across the bed to get it, but find a thicker leather belt next to it.
“I prefer this!”
‘You prefer this?” He hits me quite hard 3 times around my still skirted ass. The last time being definitely as much as I can take.
He tries to take off my skirt – but it being soooo tight I have to help. Eventually we get the darn thing off!
“Oh, I’ve bruised you! Sorry!”
“Oh no, please don’t be sorry. Its good to get to the point where I have to beg you to stop. And I would have had to have done if you’d carried on…”
Time is running out (before kids are home!)
Missionary with a few easy variations, 10 minutes and 3 orgasms later and that will have to do for me now.
He whispered earlier about deep throating after fucking, so I take him in my mouth. We talked the other night about him cumming on my face. The idea is still in the back of my mind…
Ten minutes of me licking, throating, sucking, bobbing up and down the head and he seems pretty close judging from his hard balls and swollen cock. It feels fit to burst.
“Here it cums!” Abit of cum trickles into my mouth, but not much – its like he is having a short climax… He looks puzzled…
We both laugh.
I go to it again for all I’m worth – slightly worried that there will be little knocks on the door soon…
I’m on top and he is lying on his back. I move him onto his side, so he can fuck my mouth and be more in control.
10 minutes later, he cums over my mouth, my face, my hair and our bed!
“Wow, that’s alot!” I say..
“No, just average.” he replies (abit cockily!)
“I need many tissues!”
“Wow, what a sight! You were determined to get it all over your face weren’t you?” handing over said tissues.
“Thank you for coming back.” I say, truely grateful.
“Male preservation!” he smiles…