“We can’t do this… we can’t…”
I listen to her whimper as the head of my rod runs down the slit of her sex. I love hearing her tell me what I cannot do even as I am doing it. All it takes is a little relaxing of my grip and she is sliding down on my cock. She is so hot, and so wet. When she grabs me by the ass and pulls herself down against me, I am no longer certain that I was the one to initiate this encounter.
“Fuzk," she grunts against my lips. She has learned the Megarean sayings from the very poor company she kept in the city. “You fill me so good…”
This repressed little housewife has become a dirty talking siren squirming her hips all over my rod. I love the way she works herself against me, how her eyes flash with desire when I sink as deep as I dare. She is grinding back against me, working the naughty little nub of her clit against the hard ridge of my pubic bone. Her pussy is spread wide around my cock, and when I pull back and lean with the motion, I can see the way her lips grip me. Her pink lips are perfect around my blue cock. I surge back inside, burying myself again. She grabs my shoulders and bites my neck in an effort not to cry out.
We are mating mere feet from the dinner party we should be hosting. The party is her treat. The sex is mine. I will smile and I will make pleasant conversation, and I will do it all knowing that she is dripping my seed down the inside of her thighs.
“Bounce me,” she whispers. “Take me harder.”
Her hunger drives mine as I do as I am told. I promised I would do whatever she wanted me to do, and that promise extends to surreptitious sex. I work her up and down my cock, pressing closer to the wall as if that makes us less likely to be caught.
I feel her inner walls quivering, her body shaking as she comes hard on my cock, drawing my seed from my rod in turn, making me flood her all over again.
“Margaret? Do you have any sparkling water?” Lyric nearly interrupts us. Thank all the Megarean deities for the heavy belly which keeps her from popping up and looking for herself.
“Mhmmmmm, uhm, yes!” Margaret’s voice sounds rough and raw.
“KNOCK KNOCK!”
“Who is that?” I raise a brow at my little mate.
“Tix and Tyvian. I invited them,” Margaret whispers, fixing her hair with her fingers.
“I will count the silver and statues so we can retrieve them from her at the end.”
“She can’t help it,” Margaret whispers, smoothing her dress down to her knees. I put my cock away. Anything not nailed down or physically attached is liable to be taken by that light-fingered little scum.
“You are too nice, Margaret,” I tell her.
“And you’re just nice enough,” she smiles, kissing me quickly. “Come on, it’s time to serve nibbles.”
This is what I have been reduced to. Nibbles. And family. And happiness.
The End