Lawn Service Winter Edition

This is the female half of the writers. It is pure fiction. All names and actions happening in the story are made up and are legal age in the story.This is, as it says in the title, the winter edition and maybe a step too far in the progress of the two main characters. Depending on if this is as well received as the first part depends on if I continue.

Lawn Service - Winter Edition

I had just gotten home from dropping my husband off at the airport. We had had what seemed like 10 days of snow. We had our drive plowed twice already. It still had seven inches of snow on it. I sat in the SUV in the garage, looking out the back window at the snow that I was going to shovel. I sighed and thought, "At least it hasn't snowed for the last 24 hours."

I got out and turned around to reach across the seats to get my purse and bag. I felt hands on my hips and froze in place, and then I heard Dillion's voice. "I have missed you this past couple of weeks, baby girl." My immediate reaction was to resist. This has been out of hand for a few months now. Ever since I gave in, in the heat of summer Dillion had taken advantage of me. He knows I can not resist how his cock makes me fill.

I have given him all my fuck holes, even my throat. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy was soaked, almost dripping, and my brain was on overtime thinking of his cock in me. I needed my pussy fucked so bad. My thoughts were racing. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Flashbacks to every time we have been together. His name echoed in her mind like a bad word but a good thing. The way he had looked at her, the way his hands moved, the way his voice had dropped to that low tone.That sultry Barry White baritone. The way he called me baby girl in the low soft voice, oh fuck, my leggings were going to show how wet if I didn't do something quickly.

I took a deep breath and started to push myself up to get out when I felt his hand grab my hair. He twisted it and pulled on it. My head moved backward. I had to sit my purse down so as not to lose my balance. He pulled me backward out of the SUV. He spun me round and pushed me up against the backdoor. He looked deeply into my eyes.

"Oh, look, a zipper that's up. Let's see what's under the jacket." As he said this, he started unzipping as he was kissing me. This was one of his lust-filled deep passionate kisses he gave in the heat of fucking me. Well, at least that's how my brain was remembering it at that moment.

"Oh, this is interesting. A button-front flannel shirt.Hmmm let's see what there is to see." As Dillion was saying this, he started unbuttoning my shirt slowly from the top down. After each button, he would kiss me. He was like in the Barry White baritone voice as he counted the buttons and told me I was such a good girl not to resit. I was fucking spellbound; I could not resist if I wanted. There was something magical this now 21-year-old had over me.

I finally got control when I was jolted back to reality, well, close to reality.

"Whoa, such a naughty baby girl. No bra under your shirt. Tsk Tsk."

I was jolted back as I said because when Dillion pushed my shirt and jacket wide open, exposing my tits, my nips got painfully hard.

"Okay, lover boy, daddy needs to hold on till we get inside. It is too cold, and I do not want to waste my 10 days with no husband being sick."

I pulled away, grabbed my stuff out of my SUV, walked to the inside door, hit the close button on the garage door, and then went inside. By the time I sat everything down and took my jacket and the shirt off, I was standing topless. Well. I turned around to find Dillion naked, stroking his big cock, watching me. I finish getting my boots off and the socks.

"We are not doing this out here. We are alone, and no chance of my husband showing, so we are going to fuck in my bed."

I grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway. Once in the master bedroom, I stripped my leggings and panties off in my smooth movement. I got on the bed. I laid down and, spread my legs wide and reached for him with a begging look.

Dillion crawled onto the bed. He impaled me on his cock in one swift, smooth movement that had me rocking into an orgasm immediately. I needed his large cock to stretch and fill me more than I knew. This has become almost an addiction. My whole body shivered, and then I felt the blushing rush over me. Then my back arched, and I reached for him. I opened my eyes, staring into his. I felt my lust pour out of my eyes. I was trying to fuck him with just my eyes.

"I ran into your husband yesterday when he was heading home. He told me he would be gone for over a week and to make sure to take care of the drive. I told him I would take care of the drive and make sure you were okay also. He thanked me and gave me cash to cover the drive. You are now my tip, Babygirl. I am going to fuck you a lot over the next few days. How's that sound, you sexy fucking milf bitch."

All I could get was, "ummmmm, oh fineeeeeeeeee, oh fuck yes, I am cumming again." Then my mouth and brain miscommunicated, and I went: "Gawd, I love you so much daddy use me like a cheap whore if you want."

Dillion stopped midstroke and looked, then smiled. All he said was okay, that works too. My brain kicked in, and I realized I had just said everything I had hidden, pent up since he fucked me in the kitchen area the first time last summer. There have been four other times since, but this time was different. It was in the bedroom, and there was no panic as I knew the husband was out of town. I had let my guard down. I finally said to myself, okay, you stupid fucking bitch you finally said it might as well go all in.

"That's it fuck me, daddy. Fuck your Babygirl as you own her. Like my cunt is only for you. Come on baby, use and abuse, fuck making love this time." Gawd, that felt good. I have wanted to just embrace my nasty slut side for so long.

"Don't worry, babe, I am gonna be back after dark and spend the whole night using you. I am gonna fuck that ass finally and throat you till you puke or swallow all my load. I will spank your naughty ass, and goona do other things. How's that sound? You want a mean, nasty daddy, Babygirl?"

I bucked my way into another climax, almost orgasm. Then Dillon grabbed my ankles and shoved my legs up by my ears. Another first for me. I swear my pussy blossomed open like a flower wanting to be pollinated. Well, fuck, you know, I guess that's exactly what I was. He pounded deeper in me than ever ever before. Then, one final deep thrust. He poured what felt like a gallon of cum in me. I could feel every pulse, every rope splashing in my. My senses were on high alert, and I had my eyes widen, staring at him. My mouth was open, but not a single noise came out. I was in a mind-numbing, unable to move orgasm. A first in my life. Every single fiber of my body, no, of my very being, was on fire, trembling yet not able to move as I felt what his cock was doing to me.

"I want to hear it again; say it, baby girl, tell daddy what you feel."

He was holding me still in the ankle by the ear's position. He was looking at me with both lust and a hint of love. I knew what he wanted, but I just couldn't. I couldn't say it again. I know this is something that Dillion, all 21 years of his experience, relished and wanted to hear. But I had to.

Daddy, I love you and want to be your baby girl. Use me, fuck me, daddy. Use all my holes how you want. Just don't stop whatever this is daddy." For whatever warped reason in my head, calling him daddy made this all okay. I was not cheating on my husband or telling the Lawn Service guy I loved him. I was showing my daddy I loved him with my body and words of lust. My mind was twisting everything.

He smiled, pulled out of me and grabbed my hair, and pulled my face to his cock to lick it clean. Then he left to the living room. By the time my mind caught up to what happened, he was closing the front door. On the floor where my clothes were, he had left a scribbled note on a paper towel. See you at eight tonight. I will fully own you tonight, baby girl. Heels and thigh-high in red or blue and a warm coffee waiting for me. Love you also, my sweet baby girl.

I think I just fucked up.

(more to come as I come to grips with all this, I hope)