The Unconventional Mistress

So instead I kept feeding her my cock inch by inch in little increments pretty much the same way I’d taken her pussy a few nights before. She was tense as fuck, which I knew would cause her more pain, so I went about calming her down.

I let my hands roam freely over her back and around to her breasts before making my way down to her pussy. Once I got my fingers in there, she eased up the pressure on my cock and I was able to move.

It wasn’t long before she was grunting and pushing her ass back on my cock, the oil and gel I’d used liberally easing the way. If I play my cards right, I just might be able to get my whole cock in her ass sometime in the future. Her ass was made for cock. My cock!

It was tight, hot, warm and so fucking snug it fit me like a velvet glove. My cock stretched her mercilessly as I fucked her nice and slow.

STEPHANIE

Why haven’t I tried this before? Why had I been so afraid? With his hands roaming all over my sensitive body, from my breasts to my clit, I didn’t have time to concentrate on the burn in my ass.

It didn’t last long anyway, not once the pleasure set in. It was a different kind of pleasure, one that I wanted to explore, with him. Only with him.

As dangerous as I knew those thoughts were, especially with him inside me, I welcomed them this time. I let myself imagine that we could have this for more than just a short while.

As his fingers slid up inside me and my ass stretched around his cock, I let myself dream and the dream was so sweet that I came. His cock seemed to expand as I felt his teeth in my neck, marking me, again.

I felt cum running down the chute of his cock before it exploded in my ass and I went off again, almost breaking off his fingers inside me in the process.

“Fuck!” Him growling that word only made me hotter and I had another orgasm on the heels of the last one. Or it could be a combination of the growl, his fingers driving into me and his cock widening my ass that did it.

Whatever the case I was in my place of bliss. The only place I’ve ever been at the end of his cock. “Don’t stop!” I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, just think them, but once again my tongue got away from me.

JONAS

I knew it would be like this. That she’d look and feel like this with her ass stuffed full with my cock. I was fast coming to realize that the most erotic sights I’d seen in my bed has been with her.

That there was something about her body, her thick thighs and spectacular ass, not to mention those magnificent tits, that made me think of all sorts of depravity. I wanted to do things with her that I never contemplated before. And I whispered some of them into her ear now.

Her response was everything that I’d hoped for and then some. And even though I’d shot off in her ass already my cock was still hard enough to give her what she wanted, what she begged me for in her sweet voice.

That weekend was the first real fun I’d had in a while. I turned off the phones and shut down my business brain for the duration and thought only of her and what we were doing.

Each morning I’d wake up with grand ideals about what we were going to do that day. But I was never able to go for more than two hours before needing her again. So we basically fucked our way through our first weekend together.

By Tuesday she talked me into letting her go home a little early so I had Reggie drop her off with strict instructions to come back with her real address.

The phone that I’d just turned back on rang and I was surprised to see moms’ number. Until I realized that I hadn’t called like I said I would all weekend.

“Good morning mom, yes, before you light into me, I’m sorry I forgot to call.”

“Oh never mind that, I figured you were busy having fun. I hope that’s what you were doing and not holed up in that home office of yours all weekend.”

“Nope, I was out and about enjoying the last days of summer. Did you have a nice weekend? The usual crowd on the island I suppose?” She always had a Labor Day party at her home in the Hamptons for her and dad’s closest and dearest friends. I’d stopped going about four years ago.

“Yes we did. By the way son, did you see Jenna at the auction on Thursday night? She only agreed to enter because she was sure you’d bid on her.” There was such pleasure in her voice I decided not to burst her bubble and remind her that I’d asked her not to set me up with women. Her taste is atrocious.