you want me?” he continued, and I nodded again. “Good. I’ll take the reigns now. But before I do, I have to warn you about something.” His voice grew darker, and he started rolling my nipples between his fingers with a new urgency. “I have these…issues, you know. I’m a fighter, and I have an…anger that rises to the surface sometimes when I’m intimate. It’s nothing dangerous, but just so you know, I can get a little…rough.”
A sigh escaped from my lips as he touched me. With the wine in my blood and the heat between my legs, I was powerless to stop whatever was about to happen, even with his warnings. “I can deal with that,” I whispered. By this time I was sufficiently drunk, the kind of drunk that feels warm and fuzzy around the edges, and my shame was starting to battle with other, more pleasurable feelings within me. “I’m sick of men being distant with me,” I said. “Get close – even if it means a little pain. I’m used to it.”
“ Ahhh ,” he groaned, speeding up his movements, as my insides positively flooded. I had no idea I could even get this horny. “This is so fucking hot. You’re not wearing a bra, are you? You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you, Mrs. Robinson?”
“Fuck yes I am,” I breathed. “But wait, you called me ‘ Mrs .’ How’d you know I was…how’d you notice I had a…”
“A husband?” he asked, and I nodded. He motioned at my wedding ring, which of course I’d stupidly forgotten to remove in all the night’s action. For a moment I felt awful, but then Richard’s words from the phone call sounded through my brain, as welcome as a foghorn at 3 AM…
Yes, that’s right, you’re Daddy’s little slut, my wife can’t do that…
And suddenly I didn’t feel so guilty anymore. Instead, the beads of sweat dripping down Ben’s tanned, muscular neck ushered me into a primal, visceral, animalistic state of being in which I could only think one thing:
I want that. I want to get fucked by that.
“Don’t,” Ben murmured as the air went from electric to downright nuclear, preventing me from removing my diamond as he licked his delicious lips and then placed a very large hand on my thigh. “Leave it on, Mrs. Robinson.”
7
Ben Bradley
I leaned forward, letting my libido take control. I was way too turned on for the whole “good boy” act Carol had told me to adopt, and Bad Ben was officially out to play. Did Carol really know how intense I could get? That my anger issues stemming from my sister’s problems and my wreck of a childhood sometimes made me push the limits of what was safe and ethical and moral? Oh well – right now, I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted was Grace’s pussy in my mouth immediately.
Did Grace know how fucking sexy she was? She said she looked old, but to me she didn’t look a day over twenty-nine. Her dark hair swished past her shoulders and smelled like honey and flowers, and her thoughtful hazel eyes glinted so fucking sexily in the soft light. She had curves everywhere I liked them, and the light lines around her eyes and mouth actually turned me the fuck on – they showed that she’d seen things I hadn’t seen, knew things I didn’t know, experienced things I could only hope to experience…
I knew how to fool around, that was true. I was an expert, actually. But when it came to actual sex, I was kind of clueless. Miss Jill had taught me all the ways to please her without actually putting my penis in her and technically breaking the law, and lately, my schedule of working and taking care of Claire nonstop hadn’t exactly left much time for a social life and the pursuit of girls. But still, I knew how to make Mrs. Robinson come…
And as warm pre-come dripped from my dick, I said a silent prayer that hot fucking sex was one of the things she’d experienced and wanted to share with me.
“So, if you were miss Jill, I think that maybe I’d do this,” I said as I slid my hand over Mrs.
A sigh escaped from my lips as he touched me. With the wine in my blood and the heat between my legs, I was powerless to stop whatever was about to happen, even with his warnings. “I can deal with that,” I whispered. By this time I was sufficiently drunk, the kind of drunk that feels warm and fuzzy around the edges, and my shame was starting to battle with other, more pleasurable feelings within me. “I’m sick of men being distant with me,” I said. “Get close – even if it means a little pain. I’m used to it.”
“ Ahhh ,” he groaned, speeding up his movements, as my insides positively flooded. I had no idea I could even get this horny. “This is so fucking hot. You’re not wearing a bra, are you? You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you, Mrs. Robinson?”
“Fuck yes I am,” I breathed. “But wait, you called me ‘ Mrs .’ How’d you know I was…how’d you notice I had a…”
“A husband?” he asked, and I nodded. He motioned at my wedding ring, which of course I’d stupidly forgotten to remove in all the night’s action. For a moment I felt awful, but then Richard’s words from the phone call sounded through my brain, as welcome as a foghorn at 3 AM…
Yes, that’s right, you’re Daddy’s little slut, my wife can’t do that…
And suddenly I didn’t feel so guilty anymore. Instead, the beads of sweat dripping down Ben’s tanned, muscular neck ushered me into a primal, visceral, animalistic state of being in which I could only think one thing:
I want that. I want to get fucked by that.
“Don’t,” Ben murmured as the air went from electric to downright nuclear, preventing me from removing my diamond as he licked his delicious lips and then placed a very large hand on my thigh. “Leave it on, Mrs. Robinson.”
7
Ben Bradley
I leaned forward, letting my libido take control. I was way too turned on for the whole “good boy” act Carol had told me to adopt, and Bad Ben was officially out to play. Did Carol really know how intense I could get? That my anger issues stemming from my sister’s problems and my wreck of a childhood sometimes made me push the limits of what was safe and ethical and moral? Oh well – right now, I didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted was Grace’s pussy in my mouth immediately.
Did Grace know how fucking sexy she was? She said she looked old, but to me she didn’t look a day over twenty-nine. Her dark hair swished past her shoulders and smelled like honey and flowers, and her thoughtful hazel eyes glinted so fucking sexily in the soft light. She had curves everywhere I liked them, and the light lines around her eyes and mouth actually turned me the fuck on – they showed that she’d seen things I hadn’t seen, knew things I didn’t know, experienced things I could only hope to experience…
I knew how to fool around, that was true. I was an expert, actually. But when it came to actual sex, I was kind of clueless. Miss Jill had taught me all the ways to please her without actually putting my penis in her and technically breaking the law, and lately, my schedule of working and taking care of Claire nonstop hadn’t exactly left much time for a social life and the pursuit of girls. But still, I knew how to make Mrs. Robinson come…
And as warm pre-come dripped from my dick, I said a silent prayer that hot fucking sex was one of the things she’d experienced and wanted to share with me.
“So, if you were miss Jill, I think that maybe I’d do this,” I said as I slid my hand over Mrs.
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