I had no idea what to expect (or what was expected of me for that matter) as I walked in through the front hallway. I had been in this house countless times and knew the layout well, but everything took on an unfamiliar look now. I instinctively headed toward the kitchen at the end of the hall. This had always been the rallying point any time I came to hang out in the past. I knew, however, this visit wasn't like any other in the past. I was nearly trembling as I walked. He wanted me to relax... ha, yea right...
My mind was in a blur... still in disbelief I had allowed myself to go this far...
This was Clinton's dad!
The man who used to make us pancakes on Saturday mornings.
The man who fixed our bikes.
Now the man inviting me into this house with a definite lust in his eyes...
I was lost.
I knew I was heading to the kitchen, but any notion of what to do once I got there was completely absent.
As if reading my mind, Mr. Monroe broke through the silence with his instructions as I passed by the entrance to the living room...
"I was just in here watching a movie when you knocked... if you're going into the kitchen grab me a beer, will ya?"
"You got it." I tried my damndest at a casual tone, but my voice cracked into a much more feeble one than intended.
Ughh... pull it together Dame.
I made it to the fridge without passing out from anxiety. I grabbed two beers and went to the drawer for a bottle opener. As I started to pop the tops I looked up and into the living room. My eyes snapped to the large flatscreen tv on the far wall. On display was a hot blonde, naked and on all fours, breasts tossing back and forth from the rough doggystyle fucking she was receiving...
Was he really watching porn?! Was I imagining this? He was facing the tv and away from me, only his head and shoulders visible above the back of the couch. Was he waiting with his cock out for me to see when I walked in? I was frozen. I was glued to the screen. The camera angle had changed and I was now watching a massive cock pounding it's way in and out of her asshole. I had to be dreaming this...
Again, as if reading my mind, Mr. Monroe called out from the couch...
"I hope you aren't offended... I was taking a break from filling out log books, and this stuff really helps me relax."
"Oh, not at all... it's fine." I answered.
"You sure?... I can cut it off" he offered...
I struggled for words.
"No, no... it's cool" I said reassuringly. "Nothing I haven't seen before..." I joked as I took a sip of beer.
"Haha, oh really??" he chuckled. "Have you ever seen it like this before?"
I knew exactly what he was driving at, but I posed fake ignorance.
"What do you mean?"
He shifted course quickly. "How those beers coming along?"
"Oh yea... they're right here... I've got them." I was doing a terrible job at not sounding completely inept.
"Kind of tough to drink mine from way over here..." he teased. "You trying to make me wait?"
I couldn't answer. My legs felt like pillars of concrete. I managed to get one foot in front of the other and make my way into the living room. As I got closer to the couch, close enough that I could see just over his broad shoulders and down to his lap without being noticed, I checked for signs of just how forward Mr. Monroe was going to be...
A part of me wanted to find his hand slowly teasing his fully erect tool... ready to break in his new playtoy. Most of me, however, was relieved he spared me the initial awkwardness of that tactic when I found he was actually just scrolling through some sort of spreadsheet on his phone. In that instant I seemed to find the breath I had been trying to catch since walking through his front door. I walked those last few steps with a slight measure of confidence, and walked up to the side of the couch and offered out his beer with an outstretched hand.
"Oh, just set it there" he said without looking up from his phone. His head gestured towards the coffee table...
"So... have you ever seen watched porn in another man's... a much older man's... living room before?" The question seemed purposefully timed with my leaning down to set his beer on the table. My eyes were nearly level with his, and as he looked into them he punctuated his question with a playfully sinister raise of his eyebrows...
"That's what I was getting at a second ago..."
His confidence in asking drained any of my own confidence that remained...
"Uhhh... no I don't think so" I stammered with a small chuckle as I straightened back up out of the lean. His eyes tried desperately to hold mine, but I couldn't help but look away...
"Let me see your hand..." He straightened his posture on the couch after setting his phone down on the coffee table and replaced it with his beer.
"Umm.m.m... huh?" I chattered.
I'm sure my face read like someone told to jump head first into quicksand.
"Give. Me. Your. Hand." He said it playfully, yet with a force that ensured that he wasn't joking... and that he really didn't feel a need to tell me again...
I offered hand towards him, and he quickly met it with his own. He pulled on me firmly, yet gradually enough that my upper body leaning in came naturally. Without resistance I watched as he sat my hand down onto his crotch. I did not pull back as my hand met his bulge through the shorts. I did begin to let out a questioning "Uhhhhh..." however. He quickly interrupted...
"It's okay." he half whispered as he lightly squeezed my hand around cock with his own. "It's not a big deal..." His tone dropped to a much more seductive one. It was low and rumbling, and like a pied piper it began to effortlessly influence my hand...
"This is why you brought me the mail, isn't it?" he asked...
"Well... I... I..." I started...
"Isn't it..."
He was obviously leading me to the answer he wanted...
Why was I so hesitant to indulge him? He was right... this is what I was here for! I managed to mumble out a weak "Mmhm." as I tightened my grip on the meat beneath his shorts...
"Well I'm glad you did..." he offered in the same soothing grumble. He lifted his hand from mine and leaned back into the couch, folding his hands behind his head in the same motion. I mirrored his movement, subconsciously knowing to sit down next to him. "...but now that we're alone like this..." his eyes directing themselves in a nod down to my hand, now slowly massaging his cock on it's own... "... you need to speak up and address me as sir when I ask you a question... you able to do that?"
"Yes sir..."
The words came out immediately without thought. It surprised me, but I was lit on fire by the devilishly delighted look that came over his face upon hearing them. He nodded slightly in approval...
"Reach inside there." he instructed. His eyes remained locked on mine as I looked down to the waistline of his shorts. The bottom edge of his tshirt was overlapping the waistband, and I slowly slid my hand upwards and underneath it. The tips of my fingers found themselves running through the thick hair covering his lower stomach. I looked up into his eyes, still focused on mine, and ran my tongue over my bottom lip as my hand turned it's way beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts...
How was this happening? I was giving him a slutty look while reaching into his pants! Where was this coming from?? I let out an audible sigh as my had found his cock and gripped it.
He let out a moan, yet kept his eyes trained on mine. He unlaced his hands from behind his head and placed one of them on the back of my neck. He pulled me in quickly and our lips met...
I had never kissed a man before... I felt a surge of desire as his tongue forced it's way into my mouth. I eagerly met it with my own. His well trimmed, yet somewhat untamed deep brown beard ground into my skin as he pulled me in tighter. I felt the thickness of his manhood becoming more apparent in my hand as he pulled his lips slightly away from mine, leaving me almost frozen in the sensation. I was lost...
The rough, strong hand that pulled had me in for the kiss was joined joined by his other... his rough palms running up the back of my neck and tracing along my scalp to their place to just behind the ears. I opened my eyes and was greeted by his steely gaze... his eyes were loosely squinted, yet still clear and visible... revealing the hunter who now had his prey secured... a look that communicated his eagerness to revel in his prize... he was telling me it was time to service his ego.:
His attention shifted to my lips, as he offered out his tongue, stopping just shy of them. I licked it gently with my tongue, immediately feeling my head jerked back several inches... my eyes again meeting his...
"Did I tell you to lick my tongue?"
His tone was soft, but the words were firm. I just stared...
"Well..." he quickly tagged my lips and the tip of my nose with his tongue.
"Did... I?..." another tag. He pulled away and regathered my attention...
I knew what answer he wanted, but beyond that I knew my role in that moment. I remembered the sensation of cumming to the image of myself being used as his personal fucktoy. Now I was sitting right next to him, my mind flooding with the desire to satisfy his demands, and fully prepared to hear them...
I gave an embarrassed smile as I escaped his focused gaze and submissively lowered my eyes...
"No sir." I answered sheepishly.
"I'm sorry sir."
I was surprised by how easily the words floated from my mouth...
"Are you going to apologize to me... or to my chin?"' again snapping my head back into the position he wanted...
"No sir. Sorry sir" I offered back swiftly, with less smile and more apology than my first attempt.
"It's alright... you didn't know you needed to ask... did you?"
"No sir."
"...but you do now...right?"
"Yes sir."
