Ella lay naked on Harry's bed. She rubbed the fabric of the red satin sheets between her fingers as she glanced at the digital clock on his dresser. Quarter to 6. He should have ended his shift at the Salvation Army at 5:30, and would be on a bus now getting back.
Ella blew a piece of her blond hair out of her eyes, and sat up to tie her hair, which was up in a messy bun. She caught a glimpse of herself in the floor length mirror propped up against the wall and smiled. Her breasts were round and perky, her lips pink and pouty, and her pussy smooth and bare. She was pleased at the sight she would be for Harry on his return. She tugged at her nipples a few times to harden them, wanting them to look their best for Harry, she knew how he liked it when she was always hot for him at a moment's notice.
Through the basement windows, she could just see the last of the sun's light creating an orange glow around the black shapes of houses. Harry's room was in the furnished basement of a photographer friend of his. Harry at 36 was older than Ella who was 24, but Mike, who owned the house was somewhere in his 50s. Mike was letting Harry stay in the basement room until he got back on his feet.
Ella, who had met Harry through tinder, remembered thinking they were quite the odd couple when she first met them. Harry was tall, with small shoulders and very thin. His hair was receding, and seemed windswept. He had the look of someone who may have been attractive in his prime, but had many fine lines on his face, yellowed teeth from cigarettes, and a sallow complexion that revealed his years. Mike was practically his opposite. Short, and while not fat, had a large, solid stomach. His complexion was leathery, and his short coarse hair, greased and dyed black.
Mike had a habit of staring her up and down and fixating on her breasts when he would catch her around the house. He would lick his lips and mention to Harry that he should let him photograph her. Ella found him a little creepy, but was also flattered by the attention he gave her. She was also more than just a little curious and aroused at what Mike had in mind when he imagined photographing her. Every time Mike brought up photographing her she would intently watch to see Harry's reaction. He always had a strange look on his face, though he said nothing. Ella couldn't quite tell what it meant, but it looked like it was something he didn't want to talk about.
Ella heard a door open upstairs and heard a few muffled words of conversation coming down from the kitchen through the basement ceiling. She felt a little thrill in her chest realizing it must be Harry, finally back from work. She blushed a little, realizing thinking about Mike had made her pussy wet. She felt a little disgusted at herself as well, and suddenly had a vision of Mike fucking her, which caused her stomach to flip, but also aroused her in a strange way. She quickly turned her attention away from those thoughts and started arranging herself on the bed to appear casual, yet sexy at the same time.
Harry came in through the bedroom door looking disgruntled. He tossed a small drugstore bag on a chair and threw his bag down. Ella blushed, sensing he was in a bad mood, and suddenly felt very embarrassed and vulnerable to be naked at that moment.
Without acknowledging her, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He sighed as he exhaled the smoke, while with his other hand, simultaneously undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. He walked over to the bed, cigarette on his lip, and without looking at her pulled her bum up to the edge of the bed. Grabbing her thighs he pressed his body against her, his erection now between her legs and resting on top of her. He took his penis between his thumb and forefinger, and rubbed the head of his bare erection up and down her pussy once, before forcibly shoving it inside her.
She let out a little gasp. She had been slightly wet, but the sudden cock inside of her was unexpected and stung. She also felt a sinking feeling realizing he wasn't using a condom. He continued to take drags on his cigarette, while pounding her pussy, his eyes fixated on the penetration. He had a penis that was on the smaller side of average, but his full erection roughly and quickly thrusting in and out of her vagina felt tight almost to the point of hurting because of his lack of foreplay.
