She shivers. She's spent years deciding what to wear for no one. Now she doesn't have to. Her fingers find the top button at the back of the blue dress and work it free, then the next — and stall where she can't reach. I turn her around, gently, my hands on her shoulders, and take over, working the buttons loose one by one down her spine. The dress loosens, slips from her shoulders, and falls to the floor around her feet.
She stands in a plain white brassiere, modest and practical, and high-waisted white panties. Nothing fancy. Nothing bought for a man's eyes. Just her, everyday her, letting me undress her. Her hair is ing loose from the braid. She starts to turn back to face me, and I stop her with a hand on her hip, pulling her backward until her back meets my chest and she can feel my cock pressing against her ass. She gasps, her head tipping back against my shoulder.
I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss the warm skin under her ear, working slowly down toward her collarbone, while one hand cups her breast over the cotton of the bra, squeezing gently, thumb circling the nipple until it hardens. The other hand slides down her ribs, over her belly, and settles wide and flat against the soft curve of her hip — a working woman's body, full and real, breasts heavy, stomach soft from having borne children, and she's beautiful in exactly the way that matters: she wants this, and she hasn't had it in a decade.
[Pervy act detected: grope breast (Mary): 50 PDP]
She's gasping against my shoulder, and I reach around her, working the brassiere's clasp free one-handed. It falls away, and her breasts spill forward against the shirt on my chest, heavy and warm, and I let her feel them pressing into me, her breath catching at the intimacy of it. Then I hook my fingers under the waistband of her high-waisted panties and pull them down her thighs, slow and deliberate — and she bends at the waist to help, that working woman's ass lifting toward me, and I take the moment, lowering my mouth to one cheek for a quick, playful nibble.
"Hands on the couch, Mary." She doesn't hesitate, doesn't ask why, doesn't need to — she folds at the waist, palms flat on the cushions, her round ass presented to me, open and waiting. I kneel behind her and go down on her from behind, spreading her wide, my tongue working her soaked cunt — and she cries out, muffling the sound against the cushion, her knees shaking, her hips pushing back against my mouth, desperate, until she es with a strangled sob and her knees give out beneath her.
[Pervy act detected: cunnilingus (Mary): 800 x 2 state of undress = 1,600 PDP]
[Mary orgasm: 500 PDP]
I catch her as she sags and guide her onto the couch, onto her back, her head against the cushion, still trembling, still gasping. Then I stand over her and undress — slow, deliberate, button by button — and she watches, a lustful daze in her eyes, her lips parted, her gaze tracking every inch of skin I uncover. Naked at last, I climb over her and place the head of my cock against her cunt, wet and ready, and I hold still there.
"Mary." I hold still at her entrance, hands framing her face, making her look at me. "You were alone for so long. Forced to take all the difficult decisions. There's no need for that anymore. From now on, I will make all decisions for you. You just have to obey. Or we can just forget what happened. I'll dress and leave, and we can remain just friends."
She hesitates. For a long moment she just looks at me, and I can see her weighing it — the tiredness, the decade of decisions, the relief I'm offering — and I can see the exact moment she stops fighting it. She nods, slowly, and says, quietly, "Yes."
I see the moment it lands. The enormous relief of it — the surrender she's been aching for her whole adult life, in the only words that could reach her. At her word I slam my whole cock inside her in one stroke — and she gasps, yelps, cries out, her body arching, her nails raking my shoulders as she adapts to my size, hitch after hitch, until she's full of me, and the noise she makes is not some modest single mother in a parochial town — it's a raw, keening, fanatical cry, loud enough that I know, I *know*, the girls have their ears pressed to that door.
"Yes — yes — I'll obey — I'll do anything — anything you say, I'll do it, I'll do it —" Her voice cracks and climbs, almost frantic, worshipful, her hips grinding up to meet me, her whole body shaking with the force of the surrender. "Tell me what to do — I'll do it — I'll be yours — I'll be anything — Ben — Ben — please —"
[Pervy act detected: vaginal sex (Mary): 1,000 x 2 state of undress = 2,000 PDP]
[Mary love increased: 100 (MAX)]
[Mary loyalty increased: 100 (MAX)]
[Mary trust increased: 100 (MAX)] - 95 soft-cap breached -> FOLLOWER
[Mary fear decreased: 0]
I kiss her, hard, taking the noise from her mouth, and my hips drive down into her, heavy and decisive, making her body twitch with each thrust. Despite having birthed twins, and a decade of nothing but her own fingers, she's tight around my happily brutal invading cock — her insides clenching and releasing around me, wet and gripping, and each time she tightens I push deeper.
She gasps and weeps and clings to me, her thighs shaking, her hips working up to meet me, her body trembling under mine. I push in to the root and grind, my balls slapping against her skin, until she es again, screaming, her cunt convulsing around me. I feel my balls signal the red alert, so I slam it in to the root and let go, pumping her full, a tsunami of spunk washing away the drought afflicting her insides — ten years is a long time for a body built for cock to go parched without one. What a waste...
Her cunt clenches around me with each spurt, until my testicles happily radio in the all clear — *everything's unloaded* — and I hold still inside her, enjoying the feeling of my new follower tightly wrapped around my already recharging cock.
[Mary orgasm: 500 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in pussy (Mary): 600 x 2 state of undress = 1,200 PDP]
Reviews
All reviews (0)