Enhanced Seduction
Whether coming home after his shift at the grocery store or after a day of classes and study, Tom always returned to his duplex at 6:15. He frowned in confusion at two contradictory indications. The place was dark, usually meaning the house was empty, and his car was in the driveway, usually meaning it wasn't. Entering, he found the sliding door that separated his living room from the back half closed. He shut the front door and waited a moment, confused. They never closed the sliding door unless Gen wanted to watch something on the television after his normal bed time.
--Maybe she's still out with a friend and they took the friend's car.--
Behind the closed door, a chair creaked and slow steps approached. The door slid open to reveal a vision. Gen's make-up was perfect. Blue eye shadow highlighted her large eyes and eyeliner extended beyond the corners, provocative and inviting. Her hair hung to her shoulders in loose blond curls that covered a portion of the left side of her face. Her lips glistened with pink gloss. She wore a sheer black robe that hung open and extended to mid-calf. Flesh-toned stockings with black lace tops encased her shapely legs to mid-thigh. Tiny buckles fastened the thin straps of the high-heeled silver sandals on her feet. She wore nothing else, not even a hair on her mound.
She stared at him in silence. Her gaze smoldered, hungry and hot. Her hands rested on either side of the door frame. She placed one foot slightly in front of the other, tilted her head to the right, and curled her lips in a seductive smile, presenting the feminine magnet to masculine steel.
Mesmerized, Tom approached her with halting steps. The clean, soapy smell of her shampoo and body wash filled his nostrils. Testing the reality of this dream, he grazed her nipple with his fingertips through the sheer, smooth nylon and watched with satisfaction as the delicate flesh hardened. She grasped the back of his head and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Their open mouths met and their tongues entwined. His cock stiffened and she grinded her hips against it. He smelled the intoxicating fragrance of her arousal.
She broke the kiss, stepped back, and sauntered to the bed. She slipped off the robe and lay down. Reestablishing eye contact, she opened her legs and inserted a finger into herself. She coated her nipples with her nectar and licked the remainder before rubbing her clit.
Moans escaped her lips while he tore off his clothes.
He bent his head and tongue-kissed each nipple, delighting in the musky taste of her essence and the pebbly nature of the pink flesh as it hardened.
Gen gasped. "Bite me, please, but gently. Gently Daddy."
Her erotic address surprised and excited him, stiffening his cock even further. He obeyed her request. She rewarded him with a tiny cry of pleasure. "Oh, Daddy, that's so good. Please fuck me. Please fuck me now. I need you. I need your cock. I love your cock. Give it to me, Daddy."
As he mounted her, she spread her legs further and wrapped them around his waist. He sank within her warm, velvety smoothness and she leveraged her hips with her heels pressed against his buttocks, raising herself to meet his thrusting member and pulling him further inside her.
She moaned louder and her eyes widened. "Look in the mirror, Daddy. Watch yourself fuck me."
He turned his head to the left, gazing into the large mirror affixed to the wall above the builtin desk between the two wooden lockers, the place where she always applied her cosmetics and fixed her hair, making herself as beautiful as she could, preparing herself as a sacrifice to their mutual lust. He watched as her long, nylon clad legs subtly rubbed his sides with the smoothness of her stockings. He watched as her perfectly formed feet inside her sexy shoes pressed and pulled on his hips,
She raised her head and tongue-kissed his nipples while she whimpered. His body tensed. She let go of his nipple and murmured, her voice tight with passion. "Come for me, Daddy. I want to feel you spurt inside me. Please."
He trembled and his cock shuddered, filling her belly with hot seed. She cried out and quaked with her own ecstasy, pulling his head down against her neck while she milked his cock with the spasms of her womanhood. They lay still and panted in the mutual embrace.
As he softened and plopped out of her, he rolled over onto his back. With first one hand and then the other, she reached between her legs and scooped his dripping seed. She coated both her nipples and then licked her fingers. She turned her head toward him, her gaze sultry. "Clean me, Daddy."
He caressed her belly. Her hot flesh, still flushed, beckoned as much as her words. He licked his come from her nipples and traced his tongue down her body. He slurped her tight pink folds and she began moaning again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue.
She squirmed and grasped his head. After a few moments, she clapped down with her thighs and cried out, louder than before, and shivered as the ecstasy took her again.
She lay still, panting. She grabbed him under his armpits and pulled him up. "Come here." Her voice was an animal demand.
She rolled over on top of him and kissed his body, trailing her head downwards. When she got to his member, she licked the remains of their love play from him and it stiffened again. She slid back up and straddled him. His hands played across every inch of her body that he could reach. Her flesh burned. Her eyes contained no sign of control. A wanton animal, feeding her lust, she inserted his cock into her and worked her hips back and forth. He met each backward movement with a short and powerful thrust, eliciting a grunt from her each time.
"Oh God, fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard."
"Use me, baby. Use my cock."
"It's MY cock Daddy. Your cock belongs to ME. Augh."
She quivered and he erupted. She cried out and he groaned. Then she lay still on top of him.
***
She returned from the bathroom, walking slowly toward him, her eyes glued to his. He couldn't keep his gaze from trailing down her luscious body, concentrating on her breasts as they bounced. She still wore the stockings and high heels.
Her lips curled into a sedate smile, no longer purely animal. "Should we put our clothes on to eat supper?" Her tone teased.
He sighed. "I think we'll have to. Otherwise, all I'll want to eat is you."
"Oooo, good answer, Daddy."
When he came out of the bathroom, the table was set and she wore her normal white robe. It wasn't sheer, but it was smooth and thin. Her nipples showed clearly through the fabric. She still wore her stockings and sexy shoes.
He licked his lips as he watched her breasts sway with her movements. He sat and ran his hand down her arm, relishing the clingy material of the robe. "I don't know if that's enough to keep my mind on food and not you."
She walked behind him and tongue-kissed his ear. Her breath hot, she whispered. "Well, that's just too bad. I intend to keep your mind on what's under this robe always." She sat across from him.
"I guess you found a way to get my mind off my books."
Her smile turned seductive again. She said nothing.
"Where did you get the sexy clothes?"
"One of my girlfriends."
"So, ya'll talked about me?"
"Every girl talks about her man. You mind?"
He shook his head. "Given the results, hell no. But are the clothes a loan?"
It was her turn to shake her head. "No. She's got plenty of money. We spent the afternoon shopping and she treated me."
"Damn. How long have you known her? Do I know her?"
"No, Daddy. I only met her today. She's Nancy's new lab partner. We all had lunch together."
He frowned. "Strange that you hit it off so well and so quickly."
She shrugged.
