Chapter Three: Late Night
Patricia finished feeding Lydia and put her down for a nap. Setting her carefully into her crib, she kissed the child gently on the forehead before leaving and adjusted her camisole on the way to cover her pronounced nipple and thick areola.
It was a lazy day, and that made Patricia sleepy and restless at the same time. Gregory had not yet visited today, and she was getting impatient. He had made no promises to fuck her daily, but she still expected him to do so to keep her both satisfied and obedient. She would remain obedient without daily exposure, of course, but she didn't know how satisfied she could stay without his thick cock ramming deep into her.
She lingered in the living room, pacing in a fit of manic arousal. To keep busy, she cleaned, she organized, and she fussed, talking to herself like a madwoman, coming up with every excuse she could to justify his absence. "He's busy," she told herself, though she remembered college being mostly free time. "He has classes, probably a job." It was then that she realized how little she knew about him other than his cock. This should have worried her, but honestly, she was fine with it. His cock was all she needed to know to want him.
As she worked around the apartment, she began to realize what most obvious reason for his absence that she was avoiding. Gregory was a tall, handsome young man with an incredible body and an even more incredible cock. Patricia was a woman in her late thirties with an admittedly pretty face but a lot of extra fat and a husband and a child. To say that Gregory might be bored would be obvious, but even if he wasn't, there was much easier pussy out there for a man like him, and he would have an easy time finding it with a dick like his.
After Gregory left last time, Joshua came home and almost another day had passed. Now, both Joshua and Lydia were asleep, but Patricia was awake and horny. A whole day spent with her husband had Patricia desperate to see a real man again. Horny and lonely, she took a break from cleaning and settled on the couch with a sigh. The fabric still stunk like Gregory and only made her hornier. She wondered if Joshua could smell it, and then she wondered how he couldn't.
A knock at her door alerted her, and she checked her camisole and jeans before going to get it. Through the peephole, she saw Gregory, and she smiled. Heart hammering, she unlocked the door and pulled it open only to find him leaning against the doorframe and swaying. The smell of alcohol was thick across him, and Patricia's nose crinkled as she looked at him.
"Greg?" She frowned. "You smell like a brewery."
Gregory shrugged and staggered past her. He nearly fell over her, but Patricia planted her feet and caught him and supported him on his way to the couch. There, he nearly toppled her, but she shifted his weight and let him fall onto the cushions which still reeked of their sex. Only a day before, he fucked her there and fingered her asshole. Now he was face-down and drunk. She checked the clock on her stove and was horrified to realize it was just before midnight. Returning, her frown deepened as she watched him struggling to sit up. She definitely wasn't getting fucked tonight.
Once he sat up, Gregory looked at her and finally seemed to see her. Skin pale but cheeks rosy, he reached out and took hold of her by the wrist and pulled her to him. Patricia fell onto his lap, and he wasted no time in finding her breasts and crushing them in his big hands. She was seated toward him, with her cleavage in his face, and he began sucking and drooling on the sensitive flesh as he manhandled her. Patricia allowed it, finding pleasure in his rough hands and wet mouth, even if it wasn't the pleasure she wanted.
Reaching around with one hand, Gregory cupped her rear and pulled her to him. Her gushing pussy settled on his bulge, and Gregory slapped her hard across the ass, earning a quiet, girlish coo from her. "There's a good little slut," he growled. "You aren't going to turn my dick down, are you?"
Patricia's brow knitted as she bit back pleasure, afraid of drawing Joshua's attention. She couldn't imagine that there was much Joshua could do, other than watch impotently as Gregory fucked her. Gregory was bigger than her husband and, even drunk, was more than enough to handle him. Rather, she feared what would follow in the cold sobriety of the morning. No matter how well Gregory fucked, he can't fuck her into a warm home or food for her child.
Holding Gregory to her breasts, Patricia fed him one of her nipples and allowed him the milk that sprayed across his tongue. It was meant for her daughter, but Gregory's big hands felt too good against her for her to stop him. He might reek of alcohol, and he might spank her, but he might also fuck again in the future, and that promise was enough for her to keep her contract with him. She would remain his slut until conditions changed. Feeling him hard between her thighs, she purred. "Of course not, baby. I'm all yours."
Watching Gregory drink deeply of her milk, Patricia found something unsettling but erotic about the interaction. This was the milk meant to sustain her daughter. It was life-giving, nourishing in a way formula simply couldn't replicate. It built empathy between a parent and her child, and she was smiling as Gregory slobbered on her, drinking drunkenly and greedily as she caressed his dark, curly hair.
