Genevieve in the Nude

I almost break the remaining plates in my desperation to jam them into the dishwasher. I’m halfway up the steps before I realise that I forgot to load in any detergent. Fuck it. Who cares.

The bedroom door is closed shut. I place my hand on the doorknob and let out a long breath. My hand turns the old brass knob, and the door swings open.

Genevieve is sitting on the king sized bed, the fluff of her bathrobe an after-thought slung across her shoulders, hiding nothing of her glorious C-cup tits. Her arms rest on two pillows, her legs splayed open to display the intricate folds of her pussy, her pubes neatly trimmed. Her curves, her skin, she is beautiful… wordlessly, drawn in by her allure, I take a tentative step forwards.

Gone is the innocent little smile that I’ve grown so used to seeing over this past day—she wears the wicked grin of a lady who knows that she has a man fully within her grasp.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asks sweetly, batting her eyelashes at me.

“I’m overdressed for this occasion,” I mutter, and she laughs her tinkling laugh.

She leans forwards and watches me with feline intensity as I pull off my shirt and then kick off my pants.

“I want to take the last bit off,” she commands, and she draws me up onto the bed with a curl of her fingers.

Her hands grip my waist, and I feel my breath hitch as she hooks her fingers into the waistband, slowly, ever-so-slowly pulling it downwards. My cock, hard, resists against the fabric, and then with a start, it springs free, standing proud in the air. Genevieve purrs as she slides forwards on all fours, running her hand over my stiff member.

I’m kneeling on the bed, she’s on her hands and knees, and the next thing I know, she’s engulfed my cock in her mouth, and Oh God, I’m two steps closer to God, her pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, the beautiful green of her eyes wide and staring up into mine, her head tilts to the side, she slides down my shaft…

“Fuck you’re hot,” I mutter, grabbing a fistful of her hair, watching her work my length.

She’s good, clearly experienced, and a dim part of my brain wonders how many guys she’s blown recently. The much more active part of my brain is swept away in a rush of bright, bubbly dopamine that has me groaning and half-thrusting into her mouth. She eases back and forth across my cock, tongue twitching against it as I feel myself entering the narrows of her throat.

She intimates deep throating me with a shift forwards, but then she leisurely backs off, receding her mouth until just the very tip of my cock sits between her pursed lips. She looks up at me, kissing my tip softly, and then begins to suckle on the head of my cock, gradually coaxing more of my length into her mouth. I’m tempted, with my hands still gripping her hair, to **** myself in, but I resist, letting her have her fun.

Genevieve sucks me off slowly, her measured actions agonising to my impatient self.

“Faster, please,” I beg, but Genevieve doesn’t reply to me. Instead, she slowly backs off, swaying her hips this way and that.

Her hands, once fondling my balls, switch to stroking my length as she pops her lips off the head of my cock.

“I think the shaft is hard enough now,” Genevieve says, continuing to stroke my cock with her hands. She gives the tip another kiss. “I want it inside me.”

“We should… we should use protection,” I gasp. “My bag has… has condoms if you don’t.”

“I underwent tubal ligation five years back, so I should think we are well protected,” she says.

I’ve met girls who would lie to get me to fuck them bareback before. But surely, surely she’s telling the truth? It’s been so long since the last time I’ve done it this way that…

I make my way behind Genevieve, who’s still on fours, and I line up my tumescent member against her folds. I push in.

“Oh shit…”

I don’t know if they’re her words or mine, but I completely agree, entering into her pussy, feeling the tightness swallow me, the slickness of her pussy, the way her round ass flows into my cock as I thrust deep…

“Oh Mark….MARKUS!”

That’s definitely Genevieve, and I let out a moan of my own as I bottom out in her, a hand pressing the small of her back, pushing her down into the bed, her body making a delectable triangle with the bed. I rise up and slam down into her pussy, the **** sending a muffled scream of hers into the bed.

I pound her.

It is raw, ragged sex, so raw, bareback fucking in the rawest sense of the word, my cock making mincemeat of her ass, her cries frantic, frequent, begging for release—hers, for her pleasure, mine, because she wants to own me, but I won’t give her that satisfaction, not yet…

I pound her harder.

My hands grip her shoulders, one hand slips under and gropes her breast, grabbing tight as I rock her body forwards with another slam of my hips. I mutter a “fuck,” because she is glorious underneath me. My cock is aflame, the deliverer of joy…

I pound her, and she cums.

She arches when she cums. She quivers when she cums. Genevieve screams my name into the void when she cums, and I can feel her orgasm wracking through her body, deep pulses that make their way down the length of my cock…

“Oh I’ve… it’s never…”

Genevieve panting beneath me, me still thrusting, me still pounding, this raw pussy mine, mine, mine…

“I’ve never cum from a guy’s shaft in my… ah… my punze… sorry, mean my pussy…”

I grunt, this is the power of the Affection Multiplier, this is my power…

I cum inside of her.

My seed splashes into her pussy, and then I thrust again—residual motion—shooting another wave inside of her, and then another, and then another. She moans quietly with each blast of spunk, and then finally, she slips off my limp member, her ass red from the fucking.

She rolls over on the bed, facing up to face me. I slump down onto the bed, a little woozy, looking into her green eyes.

“Been a while since you’ve gotten off?” she asks, a sparkle in her eye.

“A month or so,” I reply.

“Ricardo doesn’t bust that big a load when he visits us once a month,” Genevieve says idly.

I wrap an arm around her, and she snuggles into me, smiling.

“That’s because when he comes back, it’s not his first time doing it with you,” I say, running a hand down her smooth back. “You were amazing.”

“And so were you,” she says. She shifts up and kisses me on the cheek. It’s quick and tender.

I kiss her on the lips.

This time, she does not pull away, or murmur things into my mouth. This time, she kisses me back, and it is soft, and it is sweet. I feel her pressing against my body, and I press back—it’s not sexual, just… closeness. I haven’t felt something like this for a while.

“I’ll need to clean up eventually,” Genevieve says, when we are done kissing. “And I still have some work to do tonight. But for now, I just want to stay here with you.”

And for the first time in a long time, I reply: “That would be nice.”