I couldn't stop thinking about Jake on Christmas Day and the week that followed. How I wished we could be naughty together again, but I knew he had family obligations. I was just the horny slut whose mouth he used to relieve all the sexual frustration from a sexless marriage. We reminisced about that encounter for the next week or so whenever he could sneak a text.
Me: What was your favorite part?
Jake: How naughty you were. How you swallowed all my cum. All of it.
Me: Is that so? Do you want me to do that all over again?
Jake: Yes, I'd love to fuck your slutty mouth. What was your favorite part?
Me: When you said, "Let me taste you, and then used your whole tongue to clean up my wet pussy." Oh, and when I told you to put in three fingers, you were so shocked but so turned on. And when you moaned "oh my god" as you came. I want more of you.
Did I feel some sort of shame? Absolutely. But that all subsided when he texted me on New Years Eve and told me he had scouted a couple of discreet locations for us to meet up. I really wanted his mouth and cock on NYE but that didn't pan out. He had a curfew, leaving me to I go to bed without a cock. I pretty much decided that chances of us ever meeting up again wasn't going to happen any more.
But to my surprise, a week later he texted me.
Jake: Hey, I can come over around 9, if you're free.
Me: What's your excuse to leave the house?
Jake: Going to the gym. We'll have an hour.
Me: Text me when you're outside.
Of course I knew all of this was bad, some might even say immoral, but I was hooked. I needed to see him and see what else he could do. Reluctantly I told him, we couldn't fuck. That was off the table. It had to be. He's married.
We had decided he would just pleasure me in his car in some parking lot. I really didn't want to invite him into my home. I was doing something I found to be wrong, but why did it feel so right? When he arrived to where we had met the first time I changed my mind. I told him to park and walk a block to where I lived.
I was naked when I opened the door for him. We didn't even say hello. As soon as he walked in my mouth was on his and my hands were on his cock, his cold hands were pinching my nipples and grabbing a handful of my ass. I quickly help undress him and he pushed me towards the sofa. Within minutes, his mouth was all over my already wet pussy.
He sucked on my clit, as I whimpered, "Yes, yes, yes." His tongue worked it's magic. Although I had only gotten a small taste of what he could do on our first encounter, I knew he's tongue skills were going to be superb. His kisses were already top-tiered, and that always translated to amazing pussy licking-eating skills.
I was on a sex high and it only got better. He began to suck on my clit as he finger fucked me. I could hear how wet it was down there, I could see how excited he was, tasting me, I could feel dampness dripping down my pussy. Then, Jake took his mouth off my clit, stood up, lifted my ass with one hand, and with other he started to finger fucking me in a way no man had ever done before. I was in a state of sexual bliss that I did not know was possible.
And then the unexpected, there was the sound of what sounded like splashing water, I was cumming in a way I had never before. I was, unimaginable to me, squirting, something I had never thought my pussy could do, something I had only seen in porn. A former fling had said I squirted one night when I was drunk fucking, but I didn't believe him. Using my pussy juices to lubricate my clit, Jake began rubbing it feverishly.
He was suddenly back on his knees, devouring and tasting me. He lifted my ass in the air, and began to work on my asshole. Warming it up to what I knew would only make me orgasm even more. This sexual high was going to last much longer than I had dreamt. Jake was clearly here to pleasure me.
He came back to my mouth and kissed me passionately, letting me taste myself. I slowly sat up as he played with my tits, giving attention to each nipple, licking it and nibbling on it. I straddled him, but only for a second, I wanted to ride his face, and that's exactly what I did.
He obliged, his tongue out, and his eyes telling me he wanted it just as much as I wanted it. I rode his face, changing my pace, slowly then fast, then back to slowly. His hands on my ass as I pinch my nipples, savoring this wild moment. Then he pulled me down even harder, making me suffocate him. He was naughty. I held him down with my pussy until he was ready to tap out. But as soon as he got a breath of air, he pulled me down again. He didn't need to tell me, he enjoyed suffocating underneath my pussy. Was begging for it. This turned me on even more. I rode him faster and harder, every now and then letting him also taste my ass.
"Keep your bottoms on. We can't fuck," I told him as I saw him taking the rest of his clothes off.
