Jake felt my reaction to his kisses and touch. He smiled that arrogant smile that was so familiar to me. I wished that I had resisted the desire that had led me to this. But it was too late to refuse him now. I felt him placing his hands on my shoulders, pressing me downward.
"Ok, Slut! You can undress me now." He sneered, "I know what you want."
Without a word of resistance, I sank to my knees. I raised my hands up and began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands cupped under my chin, tilting my head back until my eyes met his.
"Talk to me, Slut! Tell me how you missed me." He grinned at me as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders.
"Yes, Jake! I missed you." I replied as my hands reached up to open the belt and snap to his pants. Even as I said the words, I knew that they were true, at least to a certain extent. My mind saying it was a lie and my body saying it was true. There were several times I thought of turning around and going home, but I had continued as if driven by the fear of exposure. Was it really fear or desire that brought me here?
My trembling fingers reached for the zipper and pulled it down. The quiet hiss seemed loud in my ears as the front of his pants gapped open, revealing the thick mat of black pubic hair. His pants seemed to hang precariously on his hips and the straining bulge of his cock. A slight tug brought the pants sliding down around his feet. The hardening shaft popped out, almost grazing my lips. I sat back on my heels and watched as each throb pumped more blood into the veins circling the shaft, lifting it upward and swelling it in thickness.
I sat there, momentarily as it throbbed and jerked in front of me, the swelling, purple head took on a shiny look, and the ridge joining the head to the shaft was studded with tiny nubs. I knew that those were very sensitive to the touch of tongue or pussy. I reached out, grasping the throbbing shaft in one hand as my other hand sought out the wrinkled sack, cupping and rolling his balls gently. I stroked the throbbing shaft several times, pumping a drop or two of precum out of the tiny slit at the tip. I leaned forward and caught the precum on the tip of my tongue, pulling the clear juice into my mouth.
"My little married whore likes the taste of my cock, doesn't she?" He grinned at me as I leaned forward and captured his swollen cock-head between my lips. I could only nod my head in the affirmative. Jake started trying to extract his feet from his pants and I continued to hold his prick between my lips as my hands helped to pull his pants from his feet. Jake put his hands on my head, forcing more of his large cock into my mouth. I could see by the wetness that my lips left on his cock that I was taking a little better than half of it into my mouth. Its swollen head was banging against the opening to my throat and I was afraid that I was going to gag.
Still holding my head with his hands, Jake started to back away. I was forced to follow him on my knees. As I moved after him, I could feel the cool air catch the juices seeping from my cunt, evaporating them, making me more aware of my submission to the large cock in my mouth. Jake backed up as if pulling me forward with his cock until he reached the sofa. With his hands still on my head, he sat down, spreading his legs wide and allowing me to nestle comfortably at his crotch.
Using his hands to guide me and his voice to control me, Jake had me kneeling between his legs for a half-hour of so, saying things like, "Suck my cock, slut" "Ohhh. Easy now!" "You like sucking cock, don't you?" "Lick my balls." "Roll them around in your mouth." "Now, take it deep!" "Deeper!" His hands never leaving my head. Several times the coarse pubic hair surrounding his prick shaft tickled my lips as he forced his cock deep into my throat. At those times when his cock was embedded in my throat, I could feel it throbbing violently.
I couldn't tell if he was cumming or not until after he let me come up for air and I could see the long slippery shaft wet to his balls with my spit. His engorged prick throbbed and jerked rapidly just under my nose as he fought to control the urge to cum. By this time I was dripping wet and was thinking that a few flicks with my finger would bring me to climax. The pre-cum was oozing from the swollen head in a small stream and I licked it away as it appeared before me. I fed his cock back into my mouth, working it rapidly and sucking hard.
Jake grabbed my hair, lifting my sucking mouth off his throbbing cock.
"No you don't, Cock-sucker! You want my cum in you mouth, But I have other plans for it, But I assure you that before you leave today, you will have my cum in every hole you've got." Then he pushed me away and stood up. He grabbed me by my arms, lifting me to my feet, and then shoving me unceremoniously, backwards onto the sofa. I landed flat on my back, legs, and arms waving. Jake stood above me, looking down at my naked body.
"Look at you, Whore! You talk like you love your husband and family, but here you are with a dripping cunt and dying to have it fucked, aren't you?" He sneered.
"Please, Jake. I do love my family!" I cried.
"Maybe you do in a way, but right now, you are not thinking about them. You are thinking of having my big cock poking into your slippery pussy, aren't you?" He asked.
"Yes, Jake, I admit that I want that, but you can't blame me and say I don't love my family too." I pleaded.
"But, you love cock more, you slut! I knew it before you ever went out onto that balcony with me. You thought a good quick fuck and suck wouldn't be noticed, didn't you?" He asked.
"Jake, you caught me during a moment of weakness, it could happen to anyone." I tried to defend my actions,
"Well, you wanted to dance that night, so now you are paying the fiddler!" He laughed.
Jake leaned over and grabbed my hips and lifted my ass around to the edge of the sofa. His large hands spread my legs apart as far as they would go. Slowly, he knelt down between my thighs and rammed three fingers into my seeping cunt, pressing as deep as he could. The sensation of my cunt being spread so rapidly brought a moan to my lips and a stab of pain/pleasure surging through me. Instinctively, my hips bucked upwards, as if offering more access to my pussy. Jake continued to poke and twist his fingers into me several times more, then he with drew them. Leaning forward, he took those same fingers and wiped them across my lips and into my mouth.
Again, the fingers were rammed and twisted into my cunt, only to be withdrawn and the juices rubbed all over my tits. Jake adjusted his position and lowered his head to my cunt. It felt like an electric shock to my swollen clit as I felt his tongue flick across it. His arms snaked up along my sides and his hands started squeezing and molding my tits roughly. I felt the suction of his mouth on my cunt, pulling and stretching my lips as far as they would go, as his nose rubbed and bumped against my clit. The sensation made my hips bounce upward and my thighs tremble and jerk as I climaxed to the thrusting, sucking tongue.
Jake did not let up. His tongue darted deeper and flicked up and down my slit, savoring the juices as each climax brought him more. His fingers were clamped to my sensitive nipples, pulling, stretching them to the point of pain. My orgasms were so intense that I could hardly tell when one stopped and another began. I begged him to stop as my clit was so sensitive that each time his tongue flicked across it, it reacted like an eruption deep inside my cunt.
For long moments as I lay there, my legs splayed so lewdly, Jake licked away the juices, sucking the lips forcefully into his mouth and wiping them with his tongue. Jake seemed to take delight in flicking my swollen clit from time to time as I tried to regain my composure. Each time he did it, my hips would bounce upward involuntarily. Yes, it would be very hard to deny to anyone watching, that I was not thoroughly enjoying it.
