Get Him Hard Again

"Can you go again?" Emma asked.

Mike glanced at her and asked, "You want to swallow more? That's pretty slutty, Emma. Not that I'm complaining. It's just that you don't meet a girl everyday that likes to swallow load after load."

"Shut up. You need to take care of me. I'm not blowing you anymore, unless it's just to make you hard again."

Mike laughed at Emma's response. For a brief moment Emma wondered what she was doing with a guy like this. Her horny little quim reminded her. "Do we have time to go where we were yesterday?" Emma asked him.

Mike gave her a sly smile and drove on. It took a few minutes, but then they were slowly creeping along the access road. Out of view from the main road, Mike parked and killed the engine.

Emma scurried to get her pants off. Kicking off her shoes, then gripping her unbuttoned jeans and panties both, she peeled them down, and off, to expose herself. Mike took a long look at Emma's moist slit. She noticed his hand was busy at getting himself hard again.

Emma turned in her seat to face Mike, then pulled her legs up and apart. Leaning awkwardly against the car door, she gently rubbed and played with her pussy, giving Michael a show. She pulled at her aroused lips, letting Mike see the slick pinkness inside, then dipped a fingertip in herself. She lazily rubbed the finger around, then moved her fingertip lower, rubbing her wetness along the much tighter hole below.

It must have been a good show. Mike was at full mast again and was roughly jerking her up in her seat. Emma tried to comply.

Mike crawled on top of her and fumbled at the side of the seat until he got hold of the release. The seat snapped back. Emma scooted up a bit, until she was laying in the now reclined seat. Michael positioned himself between her legs, then he was inside her.

Emma didn't care about the rough treatment or lack of concern about her. In fact, it was a bit of a turn on. She knew exactly what she was to Mike. A different hole than his wife, that he could use to get off. There would be time for making love some other time in Emma's life. Right now she was just going to be fucked.

And that suited her just fine. "Harder, fuck me harder," she said through clenched teeth, as Mike plowed her. Her legs were around him now, pulling him into her deeper, giving him no chance to pull away. Her hands held his ass, pulling Mike against her every time he slammed into her, and failing to hold him there when he withdrew.

Mike's hands cradled her ass, holding her cheeks apart. His ball sack ground against her asshole as he roughly worked her other hole. He bit her neck a few times, then grunted, "Like this? This hard enough for you, slut?"

"Harder!" Emma yelled. "Shut up and fuck me!" She yelled as she bucked her hips against him, angry that that he hadn't made her cum yet. She was going to screw away any grief, and guilt, and stress at all, and she was not going to be gentle about it. Her fingers clawed at Mike's dress shirt, seeking to rake his back.

Michael pushed a fingertip inside her tight pucker, giving Emma only a second to adjust. Then with his next thrust, his finger moved with him, sinking in to the third knuckle. "Mind your manners, cunt, or it'll be this little hole that I use so roughly." A second finger pushed inside her asshole, giving credit to the threat.

It didn't matter to Emma. Despite the discomfort of the bony digits in her rectum, it added to her pleasure. She was for being used, whichever hole, and by whoever. At that moment Mike, and whomever he wanted to bring along, could use her.

Both of them too out of breath to continue their filthy banter, continued on in silence, save for the heavy breathing.

Emma was close. She relaxed her grip on Mike with both her hands and legs, and just laid back and let him ream her. Mike slowly pulled his fingers from her anus, and regained his firm grip of her ass cheeks. He panted, as he fell forward, letting his full weight fall rest on Emma as his cock erupted inside of her.

The thought of this married man cumming inside of her, set Emma off. Her arms hugged Mike close again. Anyone seeing the scene would think it was an intimate embrace of two lovers. In reality it was just Emma trying to get all of Michael's cum as she orgasmed around his cock.

After a few deep breaths, they finally separated. Emma quickly redressed, trying not to drip anything on the car seat. No matter her thoughts, she didn't really want Mike's wife seeing an evidence later on.

Eventually the two drove on, silently, in the car reeking of sex. Back at the bus stop Mike turned and said, "You're a lot of fun, Emma. You have my number, call me anytime you want to do this again."

Emma meekly said she would. She stayed and watched Michael drive away, a hint of guilt lingering at the corner of her thoughts. She pushed it away easily with memories of the sex she had just had, and with the relaxing comfort of having had an orgasm. Then she slowly walked back to the lake house.