It’s a stroke of luck that the fashion show got postponed by three days because of the bad weather.
Not that I’m in bad shape. After the night when that Monster Slayer wrecked my ass, my body was already back to normal by dawn. But my morale is still in pieces.
I thought I’d gotten strong. Instead, she destroyed like it was nothing.
I don’t know why she didn’t kill — she must’ve had her reasons — but next ti I might not be so lucky. And yet... John said his lackey, Alex Serghal, managed to injure her and force her to retreat.
Does that an Hank and Alex are stronger than that Monster Slayer? And logically, is John even more powerful than them?
Damn it, it feels like they’re all on a completely different level from . How frustrating.
As if that weren’t enough, Naomi already seems to have completely forgotten about .
Yesterday morning, while I was heading ho, I saw her having breakfast at a bar with that loser Tyler, and she didn’t even say hi. Actually, she acted like she didn’t know at all.
And as if that still weren’t enough to drag my mood down, Veronica left on a business trip that’ll keep her away for a full two weeks — an important training course at Seiryu Biotech’s headquarters in Ashiya, Japan.
Yes, the very sa city where we did it for the first ti — back then she had gone there for the sa reason, and since I was still a minor, she’d taken along with her. She’s only been gone for a single day, yet I already miss her like crazy.
But it’s not just the beating from the Monster Slayer, Naomi’s coldness, and Veronica’s absence that are unsettling . I can’t deny that I’m also pretty nervous about Kimberly’s fashion show this afternoon — I think she passed her anxiety on to by osmosis, since I don’t really have any actual reason to be tense.
I really hope it goes great, maybe even well enough for her to land a contract with a modeling agency. She’s a good girl — she truly deserves it.
So then... why am I thinking about Kimberly’s fashion show while Mrs. Fenwick is sucking my cock?
Yes, I took advantage of my mother’s absence to indulge in a fantasy I’ve been carrying around ever since the last ti I fucked her in her Jeep.
[I’m making coffee and I’ve got two slices of cake left, do you want to help finish them?]
That’s the ssage I sent her last night, and this morning at dawn the doorbell woke up at exactly five o’clock. Considering she starts work at nine... I’d say she’d planned to treat herself to a long morning fuck to start her shift off right.
When I opened the door, I was wearing only a tank top and boxers — the sa clothes I usually sleep in — and I still had that natural morning erection you get right after waking up.
Sothing that definitely didn’t leave her indifferent, since a mont later she’d stripped down as well, until she was wearing nothing but her underwear — a black lace set that leaves very little to the imagination.
And now here I am, comfortably seated on the couch, lost in a thousand thoughts and worries, while she kneels in front of , jerking off with her slightly sagging but still incredibly inviting breasts, greedily licking my cock.
A warm-up worthy of the na — Mrs. Fenwick really knows how to use her mouth, and God only knows how many cocks she must have sucked in her life to get this good.
After a while, she asks if I can fuck her, but for the mont it’s out of the question — the idea of coming in her mouth excites far more. And since I’m the one holding the knife by the handle, while she’s the one who desperately needs , things are done my way — no objections, or I’ll send her back ho still aching for cock.
Yes, maybe it’s disrespectful toward her, but put yourself in my shoes. I’m taking a huge risk by having her co here, so at the very least I expect the pleasure to be worth it. I an, why should I fuck her normally when Veronica is infinitely better than her? It wouldn’t make sense to risk sothing for less than what I already have.
On the other hand, Mrs. Fenwick’s blowjobs are much better than Veronica’s — sothing that makes the risk worth taking.
So first of all, I intend to get my cock sucked until I co in her mouth. Then, if I still have ti and feel like it, I’ll fuck her the traditional way.
But that doesn’t an I don’t intend to make her co. In fact, after a small appetizer, I lie back on the couch and she climbs on top of , my cock still in her mouth, while her well-grood, fragrant pussy presses against my face.
One of the first things Veronica taught was how to make a woman co with my tongue — sothing she adored, but that we hardly ever do anymore, since it was mostly a trick to make her co when I was still an inexperienced twelve-year-old with a cock far removed from its current size and stamina. Even so, the technique Veronica taught is still burned into my mind — those circular movents of the tongue to stimulate the swollen clit peeking out between her lips, while my thumbs rest on the edges of her pussy, keeping it slightly open.
Yeah, Mrs. Fenwick’s moans confirm that I haven’t lost my magic touch, and we soon fall into a loop: overtaken by pleasure, she sucks harder and harder, and driven by the sa feeling, I start licking her with growing intensity and frenzy, over and over again, until...
Aaah... what a relief it is to feel my cum explode in her mouth, spilling from the corners of her lips...
Wait — she hasn’t co yet!
My eyes instinctively fall on the large clock hanging in the living room.
It’s only been twelve minutes since she took it in her mouth... I didn’t co this fast even at fourteen! What a fucking embarrassnt!
What the fuck is happening to ? Is it because she’s just insanely good at blowjobs? Or is it just anxiety and all the crap weighing on ?
Just two minutes later, Mrs. Fenwick lets out one last, long moan of relief, and her juices spill across my face.
Damn it, I only needed to hold on for two more minutes... fuck’s sake...
No, it can’t end like this. It’s only a quarter past five in the morning — I’ve got all the ti I need to get ready for a proper fuck!
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