Thanks for the comments I've received. Hell, thanks for reading the story in the first place. This is a continuation of "Robbie and Nora". It's more drawn-out than the first chapter, which was a little rushed. I think I fell victim to the "don't bore us; get to the chorus" syndrome. Hope you like it.
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Nora could feel Robbie's cock swelling.
"Just a minute, love," she said. "As great as that was, I'm really afraid of hurting my little girl. What about Katie?"
Robbie replied, "Well, Nora...it's kinda like this. It seems as though Katie and I are together because everyone *thinks* we should be together. Great athletes, great looking, smart...I mean, the sex is great. You saw that for yourself. But beyond that, there's nothing there. I think that we're both kinda looking forward to graduation, when the relationship will die a natural death."
Nora was silent as she considered this. After a minute or so, she spoke.
"If that's the case, Robbie, then here's what I think. You fucked me better than any man ever has. Your cock is twice as big as my husband's. Your body is magnificent. And so, I'm offering myself to you. Completely. Unconditionally. My body will be yours. You can do whatever you like to me."
She looked at Robbie apprehensively, almost fearfully. What if this beautiful young stud rejected her?
"Whatever I like?" asked Robbie.
"Anything, love. I will submit to you absolutely. I will be your fucktoy. I will be your cumslut. Anything."
Robbie stood. Towering over Nora, he said, "Kiss my feet and prove it."
Nora immediately got to her knees and began planting kisses on Robbie's feet. Submissively, worshipping them.
"All right, Nora," Robbie said. "That's enough. Get your stuff together. We're going to my house for the week. My parents are in the Bahamas, but the neighbors will probably be looking to make sure that lights are on over there."
"But, Robbie...what if my husband or Katie calls and I'm not here?"
Robbie glared at her. "You call that offering yourself to me? Completely? Your first thought is of your husband and not of me? You've got a choice to make here, Nora. Fucking me for a week straight or taking the chance that your husband or Katie calls. Your choice. Make it."
"I'm so, so sorry, Robbie," Nora whimpered. "Of course it's you and your magnificent cock. I wasn't thinking. Please forgive me my behavior."
"All right," Robbie said. "You're forgiven this time. Once. But not again. Now go get your shit. You won't need many clothes, but whatever you bring better be sexy. Bring your toiletries and whatever oils and perfume you have. Go."
Robbie went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He was still stunned, both by Nora's offer and how easily he had assumed the dominant role. Maybe she was a closet submissive, he mused. Well, they had a week to find out.
Five minutes later, his beer finished, Nora walked into the kitchen. She looked stunning. She was wearing crotch-hugging brown leather pants and a pale silk camisole.
"Do I look OK, Robbie," she asked. "I wanted to look sexy for you."
"You look great. Now let's go. Clock's running."
Nora walked past him and headed for the front door. Her leather-encased ass was astonishing. The leather hugged her cheeks and he could clearly see them flex with each step she took.
He came up behind her as she was setting the house alarm. He ran his hands over her asscheeks and rubbed his hard cock into the cleft. Nora shuddered.
"Oh, Robbie, my God, that feels so good. So good."
"You'll be feeling a lot better in about 20 minutes. Let's go."
They got into Robbie's Porsche and began the drive to his house. Robbie rubbed his hand up and down her slim legs. Nora reached for the bulge in his pants. She rubbed her palm over it, drawing a groan from Robbie.
"Better stop that, babe," he said. "It feels great, but let's get to the house in one piece."
