The Unconventional Mistress

You’ve lost your mind now haven’t you? What the hell were you thinking? Even as I berated myself I couldn’t forget the pleasure I’d enjoyed inside her. A pleasure I wouldn’t mind sampling again and again.

I’d fucked her I don’t know how many times in the raw, each time cumming inside her without a care in the world. I was in a pussy haze.

But that last time, that has to be the winner. I’d fucked past her cervix and into her womb which caused her some pain. She’d screamed bloody murder but my cock had never felt so good.

And when I came that time, it felt like a hose had erupted. I painted her womb with sperm and didn’t give a second thought to the repercussions. But now in the light of day, that shit came at me hard.

I’ve never been this irresponsible in my life, was never even tempted. I had no answers to why now? Why her? I just knew that the feel of her wrapped around my bare cock is something I want to feel over and over again.

But it’s dangerous, a risk that I probably shouldn’t take. But even that thought didn’t stop me from turning her onto her back and sliding my cock into his new home though.

She woke with my mouth on hers and my cock already moving inside her. And just like that, she started to move with me, to feed on my lips as I did hers.

“Good morning sweetheart.” I buried my face in her neck when her arms came up around me and her nails bit into my flesh, moving with me the way she had done all through the night.

Afterwards we took our second shower together where I fucked her again with her hands pressed against the wall and my cock slamming into her cunt from behind, just as I did the first time we showered together.

We had to go about our day no matter how enjoyable our little interlude was. I had a business to run and she… well, I have no idea what it is that she does. We never really got around to doing much talking last night.

I knew she was sore from the way she walked ahead of me out of the apartment after refusing breakfast. She seemed nervous and shy once the elevator doors closed behind us and headed for the corner again.

Once down in the garage she looked towards the exit anxiously. “You don’t have to drive me, I can hail a cab.” Why is she so damn nervous this morning? It can’t be the sex. She wasn’t shy while we were fucking like minks why be so now?

“That won’t be necessary. Get in.” I dismissed Reggie to the driver’s seat and held the door open for her myself. She seemed so demure, so…shy. This side of her was just as cute as the other. It was good to see that the confident woman had a soft girlish side to her.

Though I wasn’t sure why it should show up now. She hadn’t acted this skittish when I finally told her my name in the early hours of the morning. She didn’t react at all the way I’d expected, the way most people do.

We were sitting up in bed after our fourth or fifth round of fucking and she was nibbling on strawberries with her legs folded and her arms shoved into the sleeves of my discarded shirt but left unbuttoned.

I’d been watching her eat, or more like make love to the fruit with her teeth and tongue when I realized that I had yet to tell her my name.

I’d reached over and pushed the fallen hair back behind her ear and told her. “My name is Jonas Sutton.” Her answer was to study me and then with a shrug said, “I knew you looked familiar.” And went back to her strawberries. I wasn’t sure if to be offended or pleased.

In the end it didn’t matter because we went back to fucking and there was no change in her, the pussy was still tight, hot and good. She didn’t suddenly start acting like my dick was golden, or like she had to act a certain way now that she knew.

Now she was being shy and unsure of herself. I put my hand in the small of her back and led her into the car, ignoring the voice in my head that asked why I was going to all this trouble.

I usually have a car service take home any woman who’d been lucky enough to spend the night, which doesn’t happen that often and hasn’t in quite a while. I never did the morning after thing, not even with women that I saw more than once.

It’s probably the reason I have kind of a reputation as a cold fish. The fact that I like to keep a certain distance between me and whoever I’m fucking. I never want to give them the wrong ideas.