I was sitting in a dinner meeting when my phone was going off excessively. While I didn’t mind the vibrating, the clients were definitely getting annoyed. It was Mel. I haven’t spoken to her months. We had a thing a few years back but she had gotten married so I chose to leave her alone.
We were like fire and gasoline. The kind of passion that you could just feel building under the surface when we were around each other. I was probably the last guy she had been with before she got married. Well, I am pretty positive of that seeing that it was so close to the wedding but we needed that one last time. We agreed to stop and live our lives because it seemed that us ever being together just wouldn’t work out. It just never seemed like the right time. I guess we had been on and off for years. The bad part about passion is that it can swing either way very abruptly. We were both very head strong and determined people. The fights were horrible but the sex, the sex was amazing. Sorry, I digress.
I slipped my phone out of my pocket under the table, Mel said “need you, please call me soon”. I couldn’t wait to finish the dinner meeting and find out what was going, this was completely out of her character. The longer I sat there pretending to be in the dinner conversation, the more I worried something was wrong. She wouldn’t bother me like this. I excused myself from the table to step into the men’s room to make the call.
“Hey, it’s me, what’s wrong?” I asked. She paused… “Melissa, are you ok?” …. Finally she broke her silence… “I need it”… She embarrassingly stated. I knew exactly what she needed…I couldn’t help myself, I had to make her say it. “You need what?!” laughing under my breath. “I need you… I need the passion. I need to feel that again. I love him it’s just, he doesn’t get it… He doesn’t understand how I need it…” I sat there for a second fighting the urge to tell her no, I didn’t want to be that guy. But, damn… I honestly needed it too. “Are you sure about this?”… I could hear it in her tone. She literally needed it. I could feel it coming through the phone. She was tired of feeling dead, unwanted, under appreciated…. “Just get here tomorrow, please. He is out of town. Can you be here by 3? I will leave the door unlocked in the back, just come in”. I agreed to come see her. Still telling myself that I would behave and maybe she just needed to talk about it. Who was I kidding. I was going to fuck the life back into her.
I parked down the street and walked up to the driveway cautiously but not wanting to draw any attention to myself so I acted like I was supposed to be there. Only one car in the driveway, I thought to myself. I went to the back door and it was unlocked as she said it would be. I opened the door and started to say her name, I was a little early and thought it might be better to just take it slow see if I hear anyone in the house. Walking down the hall, I kind of felt nervous but at the same time, fucking turned on bad. I could hear the shower running. She must be getting ready for me, I laughed. Hmm… She wants passion… I am going to scare the fuck out of her.
Fuck I forgot how sexy her body was… I really didn’t know what to expect after being married a few years but, damn she looked good. Her back was turned to me, her sexy ass teasing me with her long dark hair back rinsing it off. Her eyes closed, I quietly walked towards the shower taking my shirt off. Fuck it, left my pants and shoes on stepping in the shower and quickly turned the water off. She got scared and jumped, turning around right into me. Before she realized what was going on my hands were around her throat shoving her into the wall. I looked into her eyes, she knew it was me but her face was scared as fuck. I could feel her pulse under my hands beating so hard. I looked her in the face and said, “You fucking need me huh… You need to be fucked like the slut you are again huh?” She nodded. “Then suck my fucking dick like a good little slut” pressing her down to her knees. She loved it when I made her submit to me.
Still shocked and in disbelief she fumbled with my pants trying to get my cock out. I grabbed it and put it before her face waiting for her to take it. “What the fuck are you waiting on? You said you needed to be fucked, you needed it..Fucking take it now slut”. Impatiently I grabbed her by the top of her head and pressed her against the wall. I forced my cock deep inside her mouth and starting fucking her mouth like it was a well used hole. I know her, I know she hates to gag. I didn’t care. Something about her this time just needed it more than she had ever needed it. She needed to be completely owned, taken and I would deal with the details later.
Once my cock was rock hard from fucking the back of her throat and hearing her gag and choke over and over again, I picked her up by her hair and kissed her. I could feel her melting into me like so many times before. I didn’t even care that it tasted like her spit and my cock. I kissed her harder. Bit her neck and leaned up to whisper in her ear… ” I am going to fuck your little wet pussy like you have never been fucked in your life, is that clear”… She replied, “Yes Sir”…
I pressed her back into the wall, turning her around. Her sexy ass pressing against my cock sliding in between her ass and lips. Loved the feeling of her warm wetness teasing me as I struggled to constrain her. I put it all the way in, first stroke, balls deep. She gasped for air and reached back to touch me as I pinned her arms back against the wall. Fuck she felt good. So wet and tight, it was like she could just grab my cock with her pussy and milk it without moving. I was so hard. The initial shock had worn off and the adrenaline subsided some but it was time to fuck. Hard. Her wet body against me, her moan, her facial expressions, her smell were all coming back to me. I hate to admit it but she was going to make me cum way too soon. I pulled out of her as she looked at me and said: “Whats wrong? Why did you stop?” … “Shut the fuck up you little slut, your going to get fucked the way you need it, shut your mouth”.
Picking her up over my shoulder and carrying her into her room. Suddenly I realized I was about to fuck this married woman on her husbands bed. Something in me smiled. Fucker should have taken care of his business, I thought to myself as I threw her down. She eagerly scooted towards the side of the bed, needing my cock back inside her. She was soaking wet, soiling the bed as she moved towards me. She tried to position her self to put it back in. “Get your fucking feet off of me, I ordered, pushing her back down onto her back”. Before she could get her balance back I was all the way inside her. She was so fucking wet and turned on. I could feel the passion inside her coming back to life. I don’t know that I remember ever fucking someone back to life, but that day definitely came close. She just kept begging me to not stop fucking her. You could tell she hadn’t been touched the right way in a long time. She had this eager appreciation in her gestures and this burning need to feel a man take her completely.
I don’t think I could fuck her hard enough. I tried, I tried to hurt her. I tried to fuck her like I hated her. She just kept cumming. She must have came 20 times. The bed was completely soaking wet from her pussy cumming everywhere. Exhausted, I felt myself close to release. I didn’t care, I wanted to cum inside her. I kept fucking harder and faster as her nails ran down my back. She started screaming as I put my fingers in her mouth. Then I layed down on top of her completely, both arms and hands under her back squeezing and pulling her ass into each of my thrust as hard as I could, trying to fit every inch of my cock as deep as I could inside her. Bone to bone, rubbing her clit with my pelvic. My cock thrusting as hard and deep inside her as fast as I could I began to cum. Over and over I came what felt like a gallon of hot thick cum deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her. We lay there breathing. Silent. Just skin. I picked my head up and looked at her. She smiled. I leaned down to kiss her forehead. ” I missed you Sir..” she whispered…
Modelo: Laura Unbound
Fotografía: Peter Claver 2010
hahahaha omg smart woman
I do, I really do (;
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