REVENGE, MAYBE
Part 2
Mike Malone returned to his house having just indulged in his deepest, darkest, and seemingly impossible desire. Nikki, his young, doting, spitfire of a girlfriend had been patiently waiting for him.
"Sorry, I had to work late again baby," he told her.
She felt bad that he had to work so hard lately. Especially since he had been having such a bad time with his boss. Mike had been telling Nikki that his boss had been making his work a nightmare lately. She knew he wouldn't want to talk about it. He seldom does, without coaxing.
She met him in the dining room after he put down his bag. They kissed. She felt something different about this kiss. She could tell he needed something more. He obviously had a hard day. Mike returned her kiss with a seeming longing relief. She loved being able to comfort him after a hard day. Nikki felt his hands grab the bottom of her shirt, pulling it upwards. In a movement he raised the shirt up and over her head.
Her perfectly perky tits were on display for him. She struck a pose to show them off to him. She loved playfully seducing him, knowing that he appreciated what he called, her perfect body. The way he looked at her made her feel so sexy.
He wasn't done. Mike hooked his fingers into the band of her yoga pants and pulled them down to the floor. He guided her down to her knees. On the way down she lowered his pants. His cock hung down, not popping up like she was expecting. It was clear to her that he really had an exhausting day.
Having his girlfriend down in the exact same position he just took his boss's wife was the exact type of erotic DeJa'Vu he needed to rejuvenate himself for a quick comeback. He looked down at her, making eye contact, remembering the picture he had taken just an hour ago. She looked back up to him, taking his cock into her mouth. Already feeling him start to grow in her mouth. She knew she could get him past whatever was bothering him.
"You're so good at that" he admitted, as if his swelling between her lips didn't make that obvious.
She laughed; "Just try not to cum," daring him. She was confident in her abilities. If history was any indicator, he would not be able to last long.
She noticed something different. He tasted different. Whatever it was turned her on. She liked his new flavor. This new essence must be the new "ball" cologne she just got him for his birthday. She took a long drag of a breath to take it in. She rather liked it. He could tell.
Mike raised Nikki up from her knees. Her lips smacked together as she wrapped them around him until the last moment. After he had her up, he turned her around and bent her over their table. She was very responsive to his touch, and dutifully followed his guiding hand. Her tight ass was a sharp contrast to the bulbous booty he had his hands on earlier. The differences drove him wild. The comparisons he was experiencing fueled his passion. Bending his girlfriend over their table, an hour after bending a woman 15 years older than her, over her own table was almost too much for him to handle. His appetite had become gluttonous.
His next indulgence was to lower to his knees and taste his girlfriend. Tasting Nikki on any day was an exhilarating experience for him. This time however, tasting Nikki's pussy as a pairing to his first delectable course, Mrs. Maria Flores, still fresh on his tongue, was unbearably erotic. His girlfriend as a dessert was an experience that could prove to be too intoxicating not to repeat. He traced his tongue slowly around each of her lips individually. She moaned in pleasure as he pressed in for a deep taste.
His cock was now back to its fully hardened state. To Nikki, he felt even thicker than he usually does. He stood himself up preparing to treat his cock to its first
double dip day
adventure. She wailed with pleasure; The sound like what he heard from Maria earlier, but also unique. Like Maria, Nikki's voice reached an octave much higher than that of her regular speaking voice.
Unlike Maria earlier, Nikki's knees didn't give out. Her petite, but muscular thighs held strong and tight. Even with Mike lasting much longer than he usually does, she held out, bent over the table. That was until she started to feel her own sexual rapture take hold.
Mike, feeling her start to quake, lifted her legs up off the ground, her upper body still on the table. The table was low enough that he could bring her the rest of the way while he took her, now wheelbarrow style suspended on the dining room table. Her moaning adopted the syncopated tone, coordinated with his every thrust now.