It was a regular Saturday afternoon in August when my phone started buzzing. I looked at the screen and saw a text from Mr. K. My heart raced as I read his message: "April, I need you now; come to the house ASAP."
There was no doubt he was serious. Mr. K wasn't just asking; he wanted me there, and I felt a mix of excitement and nerves. It wasn't completely out of the blue, though. Just a few days earlier, he had told me that Mrs. Kelly was taking the kids to a birthday party. It had been three weeks since we were last intimate and the idea of having the house all to ourselves made my heart race.
I had spent the whole morning getting ready for this moment, making sure my hair and makeup looked perfect. Following Mr. K's special request, I had meticulously shaved my pubic area for the first time in my life. Once completed, I lathered the area with strawberry-flavoured skin cream. I was thrilled that my pussy turned out as smooth and silky as a baby's bottom. I wanted to look and feel my best for Mr. K, and the excitement of seeing him again after all this time had me completely worked up.
As I rummaged through my closet, I settled on a pair of sexy cut-off denim shorts, knowing full well how they would drive Mr. K wild with desire. I paired them with a thin, form-fitting tank top that clung to my body and accentuated my braless breasts, leaving little to the imagination. Slipping into my high-heeled wedge shoes, I admired how they showcased my long, slender legs and accentuated my tight, tiny ass--something I was aware Mr. K particularly adored.
My relationship with Mr. K had transformed significantly since our fling first started. He had grown increasingly dominant, while I found myself embracing a more submissive role. I was eager to please him in every possible way, willing to drop everything to satisfy his desires. I didn't want to miss this opportunity.
I quickly replied to his text, "I'll be right there." After one last look in the mirror, I felt a rush of confidence and excitement. I quietly slipped out of my room and tiptoed down the stairs, careful to avoid any chance of being seen by my mother, who I suspected might have some inkling of what was going on.
"April, where are you sneaking off to?" My mother's voice called out from the kitchen, her eyes narrowing as she peered down the hallway. I felt my heart race; I had hoped to avoid her altogether. What was I going to say to her?
"Mr. Kelly needs me for a bit," I replied, desperately hoping she wouldn't probe any further. I couldn't think of a believable reason for why Mr. K would need to see me.
"Oh, he does, does he? What for?" Her tone dripped with suspicion as she scrutinized my provocative outfit. "And why are you dressed like you're going out on a date?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Ummm..." My mind went blank, and I hesitated. I couldn't tell her I was looking after the kids; surely Mrs. Kelly had mentioned the birthday party. "He just wanted to talk to me about something, and then I'm meeting Erin." Thankfully, I hadn't mentioned that I had broken up with Erin, which might have raised further questions.
My mom was staring at me with a look that could pierce through steel, like she just couldn't believe what I had said. I took my chance and rushed out the door before she could ask me anything else. As I stepped outside, a creepy thought hit me: what if my older sister really did have an affair with Mr. K? Did my mother know about it? Or maybe she had something going on with him too. It was clear that she was starting to get suspicious about my relationship with him.
I felt a knot of unease in my stomach as I remembered the times I came home from school early and found Mr. K alone with my mother. Back then, I didn't think much of it, but now everything seemed to be connecting. Could it be that Mr. K was involved with both my sister and my mother? The idea was too much to handle, so I pushed it aside, not wanting to think about it any longer.
With my heart racing, I quietly left my house and walked down to the Kellys' front door. As I got closer, I saw that the door was slightly open. There was Mr. K, waiting for me with a look in his eyes that made my heart race even faster. I took a deep breath, getting ready for whatever was about to happen.
As soon as I stepped inside, he closed and locked the door behind me. We immediately embraced and kissed.
"Oh, April, you look so delicious; I've missed you so much," he whispered in my ear. He always knew what to say.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and melted in his embrace. He always made me feel special and safe in his arms. His hands landed on my ass as he pulled me into him. I could feel his erection pushing up against me as we hugged.
"How long do we have?" I asked, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"At least three hours," he replied with a moan.
"Oh good, I hope you can last that long." I joked as I leaned back and rubbed his enlarged cock through his bulging pants.
"I see you're happy to see me," I giggled.
"Oh, you are so naughty." Mr. K shot back.
Mr. K let go of his embrace, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs into the bedroom. I followed him like a timid lamb, knowing full well what was in store for me. Three weeks without sex seemed like forever, and I couldn't wait to be with him again. I had dreamt of being with him every day since our last meeting. Mr. K never failed to please me, and he had managed to work his way into my head. I guess you could say I had fallen for him, even if it didn't really make sense.
As we got closer to the bedroom, I noticed some soft, romantic music playing, which really set the mood. But even though we had plenty of time, I couldn't help but worry that the music might be too loud and we wouldn't hear if Mrs. Kelly came home early. Mr. K brushed off my worries, so I decided to try to relax and let it go.
As soon as we entered the room, Mr. K spun me around, and we embraced like two lustful teens; oh wait, I was a lustful teen. He kicked the bedroom door shut with his foot and then pinned me up against the door.
Mr. K began his seduction with slow, moist kisses as his hands roamed my entire body while I was still fully clothed. He kissed and licked my nipples through my thin top, making it wet with his saliva. My nipples responded, as usual, becoming rock-hard and very pronounced. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and I responded with long, low moans. He knew exactly how to drive me wild.
I instinctively raised one leg and wrapped it around him. His big, strong hand grabbed my tiny ass and squeezed it hard. He then ran his hands up and down my long, tanned leg as he kissed me like never before, sending shivers through my entire body. He was in charge, and I loved the way he took control. I was all his.
Suddenly, Mr. K pulled away and sat on the end of the bed. He left me standing there all dishevelled and dripping with anticipation. I just stood there gasping for air as I awaited his next command.
"April, you've never danced for me...why don't you strip for me." He suggested.
A good song was playing, so without saying a word I obeyed his request. I slowly began to sway my hips to the music and began my strip tease. He intensely watched as I slowly rolled up my tight top to just beneath my breasts exposing my tight eighteen year old midriff. As I swayed to the music I slowly began to further lift my top to tease him, exposing and flashing my breasts. I did my best to dance seductively for him. As the song continued, I fully removed my top.
I could tell by the focused look on Mr. K's face that he was enjoying this. To be honest, I was probably more aroused than him.
I squeezed my breasts together and giggled them in front of his face, just out of his reach. I then put two fingers in my mouth and sucked them as seductively as I could. Once my fingers were nice and moist I began rubbing my nipples with them.
"Ohhh," I let out a deep long moan as I stimulated my nipples, all the while still swaying to the music.
"Oh, April, I'm not sure how much more of this I can take," he growled.
"You haven't seen the best part yet," I replied.
This was the very first time I had shaved my pussy, and I was excited to reveal my smooth and silky-soft pussy to Mr. K.
I continued to dance topless as I slowly unbuttoned my denim shorts. I turned my back to him and let my shorts slowly drop, exposing my tiny ass. I knew that would drive him crazy. I also wasn't wearing any panties for this special encounter.
As my shorts fell around my ankles, I turned and kicked them towards Mr. K, who caught them and gave the crotch a smell.
"Oh wow, you shaved for me," Mr. K grinned and licked his lips.
"Do you like it?" I proudly asked.
"Oh yes, I can't wait to eat you." He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed.
He moved directly to my shaven pussy and began to give me oral. I was already soaking wet, and this was much more obvious now that I was shaven. My entire pussy was wet and glossy.
"Oh, that feels so soft and smooth, and I love the sweet taste." he whispered in between slurps.
My eyes were beginning to roll back in my head, and my breathing was getting shallower. But I did manage to acknowledge his comment.
"Do... do you approve?" I managed to get out in between breaths.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he responded as he dove back in.
Mr. K always drove me wild when he gave me oral in the past, but today he was relentless. He took his time and brought me to the edge of an orgasm numerous times. Every time I was close to cumming he would pull back.
"April! Don't you dare cum until I give you permission," he ordered, leaving me begging for more.
"Oh fuck, please let me cum," I cried as I thrashed about on the bed, my thighs clamped together, hoping to somehow stimulate my clit further.
"In good time, my dear, in good time," he said as he waited for my urge to pass.
Once the urge passed, he immediately went back to eating me out. He spent forever giving me oral and playing with my nipples. He kept bringing me to the edge of an orgasm and then backing off. He was driving me crazy, and I continued to beg for more.
When he finally relented and let me cum, I experienced a massive orgasm. I thrashed all over the bed and screamed as I felt a huge surge rush through my entire body. It was probably one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced. Mr. K had come through once again; he knew what I needed and how to please me.
