Mistletoe Mistress Ch 03

The remainder of the night was a fantasy for a girl like me. David and I shared a bath in the bubbly water of the jacuzzi tub. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other no matter where we were. We watched television briefly after bath time, curled up next to one another in bed. His arm draped around me and we pressed together beneath the blankets.

I felt like the little wife again, fulfilling an absent role from a marriage he admitted had no intimacy which he was gaining from our time together. I pressed my ear against his chest while we were entwined, listening to the calm and steady pulse of his thudding heartbeat.

Exhaustion eventually claimed us within an hour. He was tucked behind me, my lower back pressed to his abdomen and his hand comfortably resting on my hip. I dreamed very lightly, nothing that would stir me awake, but his warmth kept me in a comfortable slumber until morning.

We didn't stay spooned through the night, and David woke up first. I was sleeping on my stomach with my head turned in his direction, my hands under the pillow, and my legs scissored awkwardly. The blankets were halfway down my back, and I stirred awake when his hand cupped my cheek. I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light behind him from the windows covered by white blinds.

"Good morning." He said softly, stroking his thumb along my cheek. I pulled in a deep breath from my nose and shifted my body so that I was laying on my side, facing him.

"Morning," Jesus, I felt so sore from the sudden increase in sex that I was having this week, compared to the previous months I had gone without it.

"How're you feeling?" He asked.

"Sore." I admitted with a smile, leaning into his touch and he chuckled to my response.

"Well, I've given you plenty to feel sore about. How about a day of rest?" He suggested, and I nodded gently, leaning forward to softly press my lips to his. He returned the kiss and pulled the blankets from his chiseled body. Once turned away from me, he got out of bed with a long and slow stretch of his frame, groaning as he relaxed.

"Do you have a lot of work today?" I asked, sitting up on the bed.

"Two jobs, both this afternoon." He answered, then headed into the bathroom. I really had to pee and climbed out of bed myself. I walked toward the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. The air and feel of my best friend's house was different. Particularly because I was naked, walking out of the master bedroom like I was always meant to be there. The sun was bright, beaming indirectly through all the windows of the east side of the house as I used Ally's private bathroom.

Closing and locking the door behind me, I looked in the mirror. Taking note of my ruined curly hair, tangled from the wild movements of last night, and dull from the sweat that dried into my roots. I grinned and turned on the sink, pumped some soap into my hands and washed away the ruined make-up on my face. Drying off, I hung the towel back on the railing and used some mouthwash for a quick clean.

I stepped out after using the restroom for myself and sauntered back into the master bedroom like I owned it. I could hear David taking a shower and I bit my lip. Smiling softly as I sneaked toward the bathroom door, I turned the handle. It was locked.

Hmph, he must be exhausted. A shower together, much like our bath last night, wasn't likely going to result in the break that I needed.

Placing my panties back around my hips, I collected my lingerie top and held it to my chest. I walked carefully down the steps, since the risk of being spotted was greater now that the sun was out. Peeking around the kitchen, I looked at the patio doors and didn't see anyone. I hurried across the kitchen and through the mudroom to head downstairs. I needed to get dressed, then safely leave the house.

When I reached my backpack, a change of clothing consisting of a long sleeve, open neck shirt of purple, then blue jeans were placed on. I didn't think to pack a bra, but I had my hoodie with me which would cover up my nipples adequately until I got home. I ascended the steps after making sure I left everything exactly as it was before I was here and turned off the lights. Closing the door to the den basement, I walked up the steps, trying to be slow and quiet in case someone was nearby.

Glancing out the patio door again from the side, no one was there and I continued into the main area of the house. Passing through the dining room, I noticed that David was coming down the steps in his work uniform. A one piece cover he wore over his clothes. He grinned and approached.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey." He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss. My hands went from resting on his chest to closing around his shoulders while our tongues massaged against one another. I hummed in my throat, stirring beneath David's hands roaming behind the hem of my jeans and clutching my sore buttocks. Pulling away from the kiss, I panted heavily, letting the hurt and the hunger fill me.

"You keep touching me like that and I'll just have you right here." I whispered.

"Thought you couldn't handle another round." He teased me. I smiled and clenched his shirt.

"I can't. I really am sore." I blushed and he snorted softly.

"I hear you. Take a day or so, maybe we can meet up again on Wednesday night." He suggested.

"Alright, that's fine. I'll do what I can to just recover, then." I replied, then leaned in to feel him pressed against me once more. Fuck, I didn't want to leave.

"I don't really want you to leave, but you'll have to head back to your house before neighbors start waking up." He whispered. I raised myself up on my tiptoes and kissed his lips several times.

"I don't want to leave either." I didn't want to stop kissing this man, or feeling his arms wrapped around me. His cock was burdening my navel as it hardened through his pants. God, I couldn't stop the pride that filled me over the effect I had on him. I wanted him all to myself.

"You better get going, baby." He said with a whisper on our last kiss, which lasted longer than most. It was full of passion, and I was floating with damp heat between my clothed thighs.

"Alright," I smiled, "I'll see you soon." I walked toward the back door, certain that the handle was keeping me from leaving the earth with how upbeat I was. When the door closed behind me with a quiet click, I let the smile leave my face just so that it didn't look so obvious to anyone who might see me walking away that I had just fucked Mr. Richards all night.

Passing by the three houses between us in the alley way, I was alone so far. I walked swiftly to the fence, hoping no one would pull in the entrance before I could make it to my back door. A sixty second walk that felt four times longer with the hurried pace I carried.

Opening the back door to my house, I closed it behind me with a click and could smell something strange in the air. Was there something burning? I walked into the kitchen and nothing was left on. As I neared the living room, the smell of cigarette smoke made me worry that someone was here.

When I rounded the corner from the kitchen, I spotted a tall gentleman sitting in my dad's dark leather recliner. I recognized him.

"Mr. Larson?" There he was, wearing a zip down black jacket, a green and black flannel shirt, an old graying hat and beat up jeans on his thin, weathered figure. He was the neighbor that lived behind us and I didn't expect to see him here. He flicked his right hand, letting ash fall into my dad's favorite coffee mug. Looking over at me, he pulled in a draught of smoke into his lungs.

"Hello, Madison." His voice was throaty with a slight southern accent, and I had the worry in the back of my head that he was the man from last night. Mr. Larson has lived alone since his wife passed away a few years ago. He was in his mid-fifties, had thinning gray hair, and deep wrinkles on his worn face. His body was thin and lanky, with very little muscle on it anymore.

"Are you okay? What's going on?" I asked, keeping my distance from him right now. Jacket and backpack still on my shoulders and my hair a bewildering mess.

"Your parents asked me to check on the house every so often if you weren't home and make sure nothin' was wrong," he reached into his pocket and lifted up a ring with several keys on it, "I jus' let myself in." He said, then tucked the keys back into his jacket pocket.

I swallowed hard, despite there being nothing blocking my throat. He lowered the cigarette from his dry lips again and exhaled into the room. The air was so still in my house that it created its own haze.

"Was there something wrong with the house?" I asked, trying to keep it casual and admit to nothing.

"Nope," he took the last drag on his Marlboro and snuffed it in the cup, "but you got a nice pair of tits on you."

He set his cigarette mug down on the coffee table and leaned back into my father's chair. I felt my throat closing up and drew in a deep breath.

"W-what?" I stammered.

"Don't be coy with me, Madison. Now, I saw you last night at the Richards house. I was up all night and you never came home. Anna's car wasn't in the driveway at all last night." I blushed heavily and wondered what would come of this?

"What do you want?" I asked in a panicked tone.

"Well, I'd like for you to be a good kid, but I guess it's a little too late for that, isn't it?" His deepthroat voice rattled me and I felt my limbs grow cold at being caught. I didn't want to move and felt rooted in place, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He cleared his throat and sniffed sharply from his bulbous nose.

"Let's just start out simple, hm? How 'bout you let me have a

closer

look at those tits again?" He asked so casually, patting into his pocket for another cigarette and flipping open a lighter casually while he waited.

"Have you told anyone?" I asked.

"Not

yet

." He answered.

I felt the rush of a thousand needles prickling at my skin at the request he made. Though, it wasn't a request, was it? If I wanted to keep my affair going with David, I'd need to comply. With apprehension, I settled my backpack onto the floor and unzipped my jacket. I set it down on top of my backpack and he reached his hand out, gesturing me to come closer. I felt like a ghost, weightless with every step while I was approaching him.

Mr. Larson exhaled another plume of smoke from his mouth and picked up the remote to the television. He flipped through the channels until the weather channel was on and he turned up the volume. I bit my lip nervously, removing my hoodie and dropping it to the floor. Then, my low-neck top was lifted. My breasts jiggled as they dropped down, then relaxed on my chest. Exposure pulled them tight, several marks all around my nipples were variant shades of red from David biting and sucking on them all night.

Mr. Larson placed the cigarette between his lips and dipped the chair forward. He tugged at the front of my pants, pulling me to stand against the front of the chair. The smell of smoke was unbearable and I held my breath while his long, bony fingers cupped and held the weight of my breasts. Both hands fondled and squeezed my girls while I shut my eyes. His thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples and the palms of his hands massaged each of them in slow circles. He alternated slapping each one to the side to see them jiggle. He hummed in his throat when he steered his hands down the sides of my ribcage and squeezed my hips.

"Mmmm, very nice," he said, letting me go and leaning back into the chair. When he did so, there was a fairly evident outline of an erection between his thin legs.

"Thank you." I said. I didn't say anything more, but he didn't take long to take another breath of his Marlboro and make another request.

"Now, lemme see the rest of you." He started rocking my father's chair back and forth, placing the cigarette back between his lips. His hands went down to blindly unbuckle his belt. As I was unzipping my jeans, so was he. Lower garments were sliding down to our ankles and I stepped out of my boots and pants. My panties were pulled down as Mr. Larson was removing his pants and underwear. My vulva clinched uncomfortably as he grasped his swollen boner.

My god, it was much longer than David's. Smooth, slightly wrinkled, with a thick, well-defined spear on top. Watching him stroke his meat in front of me was uncomfortable, and I quietly stood in front of him while he was looking over my teenage figure.

"Feel like doin' somethin' about this problem I got?" He said, raising his voice and letting go of his erection, which bobbed in the air pointing right at me.

"I'm too sore. Please, Mr. Larson." I pleaded.

"Your mouth don't look sore." He retorted quickly. "Hurry up."

My lower lip quivered and the sound of the television was fading into static as I was lowering down onto my knees. There I was, in front of the man who would secure my future as David's mistress. I placed my hand around the base and stroked up and down the length of his smooth snake. I wet my lips, not wanting to agitate him any further and put his tip into my mouth. I closed my lips tight around the head and leaned my head down to take a couple of inches over my tongue.

"Oh, that's it." He whispered on a deep, relaxing exhale from his mouth. He leaned his head back with his mouth agape as I looked up at him. Between my hand and mouth stroking up and down the nine inch member that I sucked between my collapsed cheeks, he was breathing deep, a moan rattling from the back of his throat the entire time.

Drizzles of precum were already spurting inside my mouth within a minute of my head bobbing up and down. My father's chair was going to smell like smoke if he had been sitting here all night, and all I could think about was how to vent out the smell. He opened his eyes and watched me now, moaning louder each time I bobbed my head down.

He reached his hand through my hair and clenched when I would slide down his twitching tower, panting from his sternum and hissing through his gritted teeth when I hurried my pace.

"Slow down, little girl." He said in a strained voice. I didn't like being called a little girl, but I wasn't in any position to protest. I felt degraded and disgusted when I slowed my pace and he was sighing from his dry lips. His eyes closed again and I was pressing my tongue against the hard ridge that went all the way down the underside of his cock. Wetness swished between my cheeks when I sucked pressure around his spear.

"Ohhh... Mmmm..." He was more resonant with his moans when I was doing that, and so, my tongue wrapped around the underside. I nodded my head in slow and steady circles, half of his shaft squeezed between my collapsed cheeks. I couldn't relieve the pressure beneath my knees, and they trembled any time I tried to adjust.

Ten minutes had passed with another round of 'Weather on the 8s' played with a saxophone version of 'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.' Mr. Larson was groaning toward the ceiling. I couldn't stop thinking about David. Despite my hand and mouth being wrapped around another man's cock, I thought about what I was doing to keep our affair going. It would either secure or terminate our relationship if he knew about it, and in the interest of keeping David to myself, I was going to suck off Mr. Larson.

"Uuhhh, don't use your hands, little girl." He said between husky breaths that were growing louder, closer together and mounted all of his sexual sounds to fill the room.

I removed my hand from the base, and settled my palms on my dad's chair. I stopped it from rocking too much. Keeping my head rocking up and down over his hot boner that could barely bend in my mouth, Mr. Larson set his hands to the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. It was subtle at first that he was controlling me. When I pulled back, my hair would tug. Yet when I relaxed, he forced more of his phallus down my throat.

"Rrrgh (cough)!" I opened my mouth so I could breathe when he was gliding inside of my windpipe, and pulled himself back with a growl in his throat.

"That's it. Get that cock, little girl." He growled. My teary eyes looked up at him when he was pressing down repeatedly on the back of my head. He used the rocking chair to lean back, raising his waist. I closed my mouth around him, groaning in discomfort between the short second that I could breathe through my nose and the pain of my knees throbbing down my calves.

"Nngl!" "Glrgh!" "Rrgh!" "Nngh!" Every motion that forced me down to his waist, I was heaving. I drooled down the base of his throbbing length while his breath wheezed from the bottom of his lungs. My face burned as Mr. Larson was clearly savoring my agony. He made sure my bobbing head went to the pace of making love, and I know it was making him last longer.

"Aaahh... that's it, little girl. I knew you could take a cock." he panted, looking down at the slow rhythm he accomplished in mounting my mouth. I could only regret that when I saw him outside of the patio door, I didn't try to hide. I openly revealed who I was to him. I was so prideful that I had the attention of a married man that I disregarded our secrecy.

"Urrgh! (cough)" I couldn't take it anymore, I seized my hands over his to try and free my hair from the lacing of his fingers.

"Ah, ah, ah! Alright, baby." He freed me and he popped from my mouth with a loud and sharp gasp following. I fell backwards onto my rear and panted, leaning against the foot of the couch behind me. I rested my head on the cushion as I was catching my breath. Mr. Larson stood up from the chair, turned off the TV and approached.

I didn't want to, but his towering boner looked ready to burst. I placed my hands to the sides of his waist, rising up on my sore knees to resume my task. I'd much prefer to keep him in my mouth than to let him touch me anywhere else. He didn't hesitate to curl his hand under my chin and guide his demanding tip past my teeth.

"Such a loyal little girl, sucking my cock so you can fuck around with a married man." I felt ashamed. The teachings of my church flooded my mind and my body was running cold. I couldn't escape this horseman who arrived with smoke to punish my wicked deeds. Would it be better in the long term to be outed? If he told Anna and Allison, would I survive the truth?

He shuddered when my mouth closed around his saluting rod once more. He rocked his hips back and forth, groaning closer and louder with every forceful thrust sailing him down my throat. I struggled to push him away, knowing if I fought too much, he might change his mind. If I didn't, this might become a common occurrence.

"Oh, fuck! FUCK!" Mr. Larson growled and his hands pulled me toward his waist. He buried his pride down my throat and roared.

"Aaaauuugh!" (hiss) "Hnnnnngh!" (hiss) "Nnngh! Fuck!" My face was red, my throat was hot with the torrent of cum that sprayed down to my belly. He looked down at my weeping face, lips gloved around the base of his monster and he sighed.

"Good God," loosening his hands from my hair, I pulled away and gasped. I was coughing and sniffling, making sounds of uncomfortable recovery. I slid my palms down my face to dry my tears and look back at Mr. Larson.

He started coughing and hacking, clearly from the smokes that he chained while waiting for me to come home. The back snorting and hacking he made from his sinuses was gross, and finally he sighed in relief. Stepping backwards, he sunk into my father's chair.

"God damn, little girl, you did me good." He said in that proud southern accent from whatever red state he hailed from. Couldn't remember which one.

"What happens now?" I asked gently, my lips dry and red from the effort of my task.

"When are you seein' David again?" He tilted his chin forward and leveled his gaze upon me. I had the sharp sensation in the back of my head that I had no room to lie.