The Perfect Lover?


“Fuck!” I breathed as I felt his glans spread my labia and ease inside me. His hands were unsubtle as they mauled my breasts through my top as I slowly sank down onto his thick swollen member. Johnny, nude while I was fully dressed, had no finesse at all (yet) but such a wonderfully thick cock, just the right length that filled me to the brim as it eased deeper and deeper within me.It was always far better to be in control of him; his youthful, he was only seventeen, after all, exuberance always got the better of him, so my favoured position was to sit astride his lap, one hand one his chest the other on his knee. He’d quickly learnt to slow down when he’d feel my nails dig into his flesh and I felt I was finally managing to coach him in the ways of pleasing a woman rather than just himself.I groaned deeply as I finally ground my crotch against his and could feel the head of his cock pressing hard into the neck of my womb. The two of us, his thick 8” cock and my soaking wet cunt throbbed in unison as I pivoted around a little. I bit my lip as he pinched and pulled on my right nipple just right and an arc of erotic energy linked breast and pussy. “Mmm… not too hard, not too soft… Johnny… just right!” I murmured.I eased upwards a couple of inches and eased back down, my eyes tightly shut as I focused purely on the physical sensations deep inside me. A smile of satisfaction spread across my face as his other fingers eased up on my left breast, kneading rather than grabbing now. I squeezed his invading cock hard with my pussy and span further gaining an “Oh Christ, Mari!” from the boy beneath me.“You see, Johnny” I sighed as I continued to swivel while rising up and down his length, “Do as I say and… ahhh!” I pushed down hard feeling his glans grind into my cervix. It took me a few moments to reform my thoughts, “…and I’ll teach you so much!”“Yes… Miss” he replied and even without looking I knew there was that ‘shit-eating-grin’ adorning his face. It was cute and annoying all at once, and I raised myself up, deliberately digging my nails into his flesh and slammed down hard onto his fat cock. The two of us groaned simultaneously, and I began to fuck him faster sliding higher up his length to drive down harder against him. His small single bed creaked and groaned as my tempo increased and Johnny’s hands dropped to my hips as my juices ran out around his invading member soaking my thong pulled to one side and his heavy young balls.My orgasm was getting closer, slowly building as I drove faster and harder up and down his rock hard pole. I suddenly threw my head back and my pussy locked up instantly as the quick-study beneath me hand slid a hand between us and managed to roll my engorged clit as I had ground our pelvises together.Stars burned fiercely behind my eyelids, my heart pounded in my chest and I struggled to breathe as the sudden onrush of my orgasm took me completely unawares. I vaguely felt Johnny’s wonderful cock grinding into me as his fingers tweaked and pulled on my sensitive nub. For a few moments all I seemed to be was my impossibly huge clit and unbelievably tight cunt filled with a monstrous cock. My orgasm crescendo-ed violently in a body consuming explosion and I flipped forward like a ragdoll onto Johnny’s chest.It was at least a minute before my conscious mind regained some composure. The young man was gently stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head softly.For the first time in probably five minutes I opened my eyes and looked into his. “You’re learning,” I said slightly breathlessly. I felt his cock, still rock solid twitch within me. The shit-eating grin re-appeared! “Okay, what does Johnny want as a reward?”He attempted a shy innocent look, failing spectacularly and whispered “A blow-job?”I straightened up, sighing as I felt his shaft twist within me, the glans still pressed against my cervix. Patting him on the head as if he was Kadıköy Escort a good little puppy; “You were a very good boy, I suppose” I replied and eased myself up of his shaft savouring every fat millimetre of it in the process.I looked down at his fat long cock covered in an abundance of my juices as it popped free. A simply wonderful cock to have in my quim but a literal jaw-aching specimen to have in my mouth!The ‘grin’ reappeared as I took hold of his slippery shaft and lowered my mouth down positioning my knees either side of his right leg careful not to trap my skirt between us as I lowered my sopping pussy onto his knee.Young Johnny Brown grinned even wider as he raised his knee willingly into my crotch and I started to lap my juices from his circumcised glans.****I heard the sharp click of heels approaching before I saw the diffused silhouette appear behind the door. I bit my lip as somehow even Pandora’s unfocused image through the distorted glass seemed to evoke a force of will and I felt my plain white cotton panties dampen.The door opened, and she stood there in her business suit comprising a tailored jacket and A-line skirt, a sharply pressed blouse, a dark blue short tie, and four-inch heels and undoubtedly stockings and suspenders. Her hair as always was pulled back sharply completing the visage of a ‘seriously-don’t-fuck-with-me’ solicitor.“You’re late!” she scolded me as her eyes flicked beyond me surveying the street.“My apologies, Pandora” I answered and quickly stepped in through the door as she stepped out of the way.“The kitchen” she simply stated, and I walked through the large lounge into the Shaker-style kitchen with a large farmhouse table in the middle. The grin disappeared from my face as I turned about; more time generally meant the comfort of the master bedroom or the lavish en-suite, but I wasn’t in the mood for soft and comfy and slow today.“I am really sorry, Miss Pandora” I offered quietly as I pulled off my coat revealing what amounted to a schoolgirl outfit beneath. Bending over at the hips knowing my skirt would rise and flash the steadily dampening white panties at her I reached down and slowly pulled up my bunched up socks till they rose above my knees. I always felt silly when I dressed in this particular outfit for Pandora being twenty-six years of age but as I neared my destination those thoughts always faded, and my nipples ended up rock hard and my pussy wetter and wetter.I stood up straight, smiling as I heard a low moan from behind me and pulled off the Beany I had been wearing to allow two blonde pig-tails to drop half-way down my back finished with cute red bows. “I am really, truly sorry Miss!”Truth be told, dress-up and role-play didn’t actually do it for me whereas Pandora was like a heroin addict for it. I was more than happy to play along as I knew what would follow. My tardiness had actually been deliberate, I had waited an extra ten minutes just around the corner which although lessened our ‘fun-time’ during her lunch break didn’t diminish her particular talents and meant I would get what I deserved (and loved!)“Assume the position, Mari!” she demanded and I obediently turned about and bent over the table like the ‘bad school girl’ she wanted. It was true that if we had a brief fifteen minutes or a leisurely afternoon that Pandora’s tongue and fingers would bring me to a very satisfactory orgasm. In that way she was utterly un-selfish and when time was short, such as today, she ‘got off’ in her own way even if she remained fully dressed the entire time. She actually swore that her legal game actually improved on these type of days and when she returned home and got use of her husband’s cock her orgasms were as intense as any she had ever felt and always multiple.I rested my forehead against the table and pressed my chest against the rough wooden surface grinding Kadıköy Escort Bayan my diamond-hard nipples against it. No bra today as I had planned what I was in for and secretly grinned as I felt Pandora delicately lift my skirt and lay it across my lower back exposing my ‘regulation’ school underwear. I could almost hear her drooling, “Tardiness will not be tolerated, Miss Mari!”I stifled a groan as I felt her hand swoop down and strike my left cheek sharply. My juices flowed out soaking my panties and I knew that the older woman behind me was staring straight at the darkening line. Another blow on my right cheek and my pussy throbbed expelling another surge I knew would start to cause the thin material to become transparent and with each following blow my outer lips would spread revealing themselves. Three, four, five, six blows, each on alternate cheeks that I knew were getting redder and redder beneath my panties.My pussy throbbed and pulsed as each slap echoed around the kitchen; the simple and pure torture was how many blows would it take before my ‘mistress’ couldn’t resist any longer and pulled my sodden underwear aside and thrust her tongue into my hot, dripping cunt. Seven, eight, nine… I could feel her breath between my thighs and knew she was inhaling deeply of my scent. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the edge of the table, my back tense as I ground my aching nipples against the top… ten, eleven and twelve! I groaned loudly and the thirteenth blow came down even harder although it was echoed by the woman behind me.“You’re such a slutty lil’ madam, aren’t you?” she admonished me, and I felt my panties pulled down rapidly, tearing in the process to my knees. I sighed loudly expecting her face to be thrust hard into my crotch but screamed as a fourteenth brutal blow landed on my ass. My pussy clenched hard as a small but intense ‘micro’ orgasm shock-waved its way through my body. Another hard strike on my other cheek and another tremor erupting from my literally dripping slit.My body twitched spasmodically as I struggled to spread my thighs restrained by a pair of torn panties that I would never wear again but vaguely thought I might keep forever as a memento. I bucked wildly as the fifteenth bow landed (a new record) and two fingers were thrust deep inside my slippery hole. Pandora groaned in unison behind me and somehow managed to land another blow beneath her fingers striking my engorged aching clit directly.I didn’t actually pass out, but there was no coherent thought as hard, intense orgasmic waves followed one another, and the blows landed again and again; sometimes on my hot red cheeks and sometimes on my hard sensitive clitoris.Only afterwards when the onslaught ceased and I slid off the table into Pandora’s cradling arms and kissed her weakly did I realise she had indeed had her face buried in my crotch as I tasted my juices from her lips and tongue and even her face.“So that’s how I get you to squirt!” she whispered.As I recovered my sanity, I pleaded with her to let me return the ‘favour.’ Actually begged!“Oh, I’m sorry my sweet” she apologised, “Still rest assured the accused this afternoon is going down for the full term even if we don’t have time for you to go down on me!”“And is your hubby around this evening?” I asked hoping the answer would be no.“He is…” she answered only half apologetically. ****I watched three fingers driving deep into my slit, matching the fucking Pandora was getting over the kitchen table in the exact spot where she had taken me. She screamed as she stared out through the glazed kitchen doors in the full knowledge I was there. The bright light within made it impossible for me to be seen leaning against the hedge yet I shifted along so she was staring exactly in my direction.After all, she had sent me a text demanding that I watch and telling me that the accused Escort Kadıköy had indeed suffered the full weight of the law. ****“It’s so kind of you to give me a lift, Mr-““Call me, Ben” he cut me off, “You’re a grown woman now, Marigold and it’s been years since you were just a slip of a thing babysitting for us!”He checked the mirrors and waited to pull out into traffic as the torrential rain hammered down onto the roof of the Range Rover. I looked down as my sodden clothes dripped onto the leather seats, “I tend to use Mari, these days… Ben and I’m so sorry for making a mess of your car.” It felt strange using his first name; I must have been eighteen the last time I spoke to him, just before I went off to university and I briefly flicked back to that young mind-set and remembered the crush I had on him.I bit my lip as one of the few parts of my body that had been dry now moistened.“Don’t worry about it, Mari, this is just for work. It’s been far filthier travelling between work sites!” he answered as he pulled out into the traffic and accelerated sharply pressing me back into the seat.I glanced at the man beside me comparing him to eight years previously. He was still as trim as he had been and of course as tall. There seemed to be a few extra lines either side of his eyes but the major change was his jet black hair now had quite a lot of grey running through it definitely accentuating the years between us. I squeezed my thighs together, my jeans damp from the weather sending an extra shiver through me along with that of my warming quim.“Damn girl, here’s me rabbiting away and you must be frozen” he declared and reached for the heater controls and cranked them all the way up.“N… n… not at all” I answered and then laughed as my teeth chattered, “well, maybe a little bit?”His eyes glanced in the rear view catching mine briefly, “There’s a couple of blankets under the box files on the back seat, why don’t you grab them and wrap them around you till the car gets warm?”“Thank you… Ben” I reached about but was unable to reach so unclipped my seat belt. Keeping an eye on the road just in case I slipped off my raincoat and dropped it into the foot-well; I didn’t have to look down to feel the wet ‘V’ where the rain had got in and soaked my blouse almost to my navel and left two achingly hard nipples poking through my bra and top.I quickly twisted about and knelt on the seat having to stretch and reach for the blanket, careful not to knock the files to the rear floor. My pussy clenched and felt scalding hot compared to the rest of me as I hoped, almost felt the older man’s eyes upon my ass. I deliberately arched my back pushing my ass up and was rewarded by a slight wobble in the car. I dropped back into the seat and wrapped the blanket about my shoulders leaving my chest displayed before buckling up again.“Better?” he asked with a small quiver in his voice.“Much,” I replied as I pushed off my shoes and folded my legs up beneath me, knees pointed towards Ben. My position naturally then had me facing him, and I briefly glanced down towards his crotch as he concentrated intently on the road. I slid my tongue along my lips as my eyes detailed the bulge present in his trousers.I grinned as he shifted a little in his seat quite sure that he’d seen my gaze reflected in the rear view mirror. A thought crossed my mind; “I’m quite impressed that you recognised me after all these years and in the somewhat bedraggled state you found me!”“Oh…” he hesitated and made a point of slowing down for a junction before continuing, “You haven’t changed that much Marigo-, err, Mari. Unlike some of us, that is!”“You’ve just become more…” I lighted placed a fingernail and then continued, “….more refined!”“Refined?” he grinned, “I’ve heard worse. Anyway, I always rescue damsels in distress… and I recognised the antiques bag you were carrying.”I glanced down at the bag in the foot-well beside my shoes noting a hint of steam rising from my blouse as the car heated up along with my own temperature. It didn’t seem to be having a softening effect on my hard nipples though. “So you’ve been keeping tabs on me?”“Yes,” he grinned broadly, “that and we’re good friends with your parents as well.”

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