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Furtive Fucks, they're the best.
A recalled fuck from my past.
Anastasia and I were going out . She’d a favour to ask her father before we departed and we stood in the lounge waiting.
Her Dad was next door in the kitchen. The door was slightly ajar, but as we were 90 degrees from his view point, he couldn’t see us, nor us him. Her mother was at the theatre.
He was a controlling bastard and no one was good enough to be dating his pretty, “goodie two shoes” 20 year old . As far as he was concerned, she was destined for greater things, he’d told me, a concert pianist for sure. He didn’t like me . I had no interest in Classical music. I was twice her age, just separated with a to support, pretty broke, now living on the wrong side of the tracks. I was also the same age as him. A no hoper he’d described me as. Not good enough apparently, find someone my own age, a bit more my ‘station’ he informed me! What a prig.
For me, this was one hell of a turn on, because I wasn’t keen on him either, and unknown to him, I’d managed to turn his spoiled into a promiscuous and adventurous slut, who craved cock, and not necessarily mine, at every available opportunity. He didn’t know it, but from her parent’s allowance , she was buying the most intoxicating perfume, kinky lingerie and fetish attire for sexual pleasuring, rather than be saving for a second hand Steinway.
I could hear him talking on the phone, collecting another evening order for his lucrative music shop. Sounded like a new customer and I sensed he’d be a while, maybe five minutes, possibly . There was a window of opportunity for some exciting furtive fucking.
Anastasia enjoyed my kink. Wasting no time, she moved up to me, opening her long cashmere coat to reveal what little she had on. No bra, naked to the waist, a black suspender belt holding up her newly acquired silk stockings, a skimpy thong that absorbed nothing other than a small of slippery cunt juice. Heels, red patent leather, finished off her.
‘I’ve a special surprise for you sweetheart,’ she whispered ‘ Reach to the back of my bum, down to that special place of yours!’
She reached up to my neck and stuck a lusty tongue into my open mouth, her other hand palming my cock into stiffness, though my denims . I delved behind her coat. Sure enough, I felt a firmly wedged glass butt plug tucked her thong. Perfect!
‘Now! Mr Brady, can you give your full name and ... Anastasia…have you a pen?’ Her father enquired.
‘In the draw beneath the chest’ she shouted back across the lounge like a dutiful and helpful goody girl , before he ventured in to search for one in the lounge.
‘Do me now darling, up the ass, it’s lubed for you’ she whispered, half in gasps as I worked the plug in and out her crack. ‘ We could do this later, but now’s more fun, I’m gagging!’
What a delightful slut I’d trained. I’d been looking forward all day to fucking the she’d become.
Bank details and the usual chit would follow, I had to act fast.
I unfastened my jeans zip and pulled out my cock. Her hand swirling had me ridged and precum was leaking from the tip. A string of it dribbled onto her mother’s new Axminster. Anastasia’s hand was straight back on it, wanking it to it’s full length, my tongue deep to her tonsils. I pushed her hand away and turned her around, lifting her coat to reveal her beautifully tight butt then removed her plug.
‘Bend over my pretty slut. We got to be fast.’ I hushly commanded.
She did as she was requested, no hesitation, pulling aside her thong gusset as her father was taking down bank details. I cupped a hand around her mouth to prevent any whimpers of pleasure escaping through to the kitchen and gently pushed my prick into her. She parted her legs further to receive full penetration, then squatted, inviting to drive in deep. Her hands were squeezing her breasts and nipples hard and I had to really clamp my hand fast to her mouth to keep her from gasping in sexual abandon. My other hand worked her clit.
‘And Mr Brady, the 16 numbers on the front followed by the three numbers on the back if you would please!’
My time was short. There was one number I was interested in and it was his ’s 's arse. The pleasantries would be exchanged and he’d be hanging up.
My pipe was ramming into her. I thrust in and and it made those blissful slurping noises that men so enjoy. I looked down to see my cock disappear and reappear repeatedly. One final push and I started to deposit deep inside Anastasia’s stretched ass, feeling the waves of pleasure with each pulsed release. What a delightful lil’ she was becoming. I had plans for her. I stood to my toes to empty the last spurt, my sack squeezing tight around my balls, now keeping an eye on the corner of the room, praying he wouldn’t suddenly appear.
I could hear the pleasantries being exchanged and I withdrew my cock from her freshly spunked ass, then zipped up, careful not to catch my cock skin in the zip’s teeth. I pushed the plug back into her asshole, but it was gaping and oozing somewhat, it was a sloppy fit but I hoped it would hold. The thong might keep it wedged. She’d have to walk carefully. I guessed her tight cheeks could hold it if she walked like a penguin. A small dollop of my cum escaped to add to the precum on the carpet.
‘Slut!’ I murmured into her ear. ‘It’ll be your cunt later.’
‘Mmm,’ she purred, fastening up her coat buttons.
With the phone put back down, Anastasia went to make her request to her father and I smeared my cum deposits into the Axminster with my shoe. I knew the request would be for the evening. It would for our meal and it would be an extra enjoyable experience to be reaming his posh again in the back of my car for dessert. Preferably on the front drive beneath her parent’s bedroom window.
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