Getting you fully erect

Brianna slides her naked body between your legs. Her hands reach out and circle your cock. It responds to her touch, both by juddering and hardening. She gently tugs on it. A few tugs and she can’t resist. She leans in. Kisses the shaft. Kisses the head. Runs her tongue over the glans. And then slips it between her lips.

You’re fully hard now. You should stop her. No, there’s no way you’re stopping her. Her blowjob is clumsy and unskilled, but it’s still a blowjob. It still drowns you in bliss. You close your eyes and savour it.

She tries several attempts at deep throating you but quickly gives up. Then she pulls nearly all the way off, only the meatus remaining between her lips. You hear a camera click.

Immediately you open your eyes. She’s posing a selfie, your dick in her mouth, her eyes bright with lust.

“I said no photos.”

“No-one will recognise you, sir. Not unless they study your dick.”

You reach out to grab her phone, but she distracts you by swallowing your dick again. You groan as you plunge deeper into her throat than you’ve ever done before. A few more clicks of the camera. You can’t stop her. Pleasure is making you clumsy and ineffective.

She pulls off and pulls away.

“Brianna, you’re a very naughty girl,” you tell her.

“I know, sir. I’m very naughty.”

She’s standing and steps towards you, swinging her hips, her naked breasts swaying with the movement. You try to stand. She places one hand on your chest and pushes you back into the seat. It’s more a suggestion that force. You could easily overwhelm her, but why. She’s looming over you. She lowers herself. Her hand leaves your chest to guide your cock into her. Her mouth was wonderful. Her silky-smooth snatch is even better.

She wriggles and both of you moan your appreciation.

“I thought you wanted to draw me?”

“I do, sir. But I want this more. It’s all I dream about every night. You don’t know how hard it is for me not to sneak over and let you fuck me every night. It’s all I want. This is all I want.”

Maybe you should remove the statuette from her bedroom? It’s turning her into uncontrollable, horny slut. But if this is the effect, why would you want to do that? You want her to be an uncontrollable, horny slut. Just an uncontrollable, horny slut for you. Precisely what is happening.

She’s taking more photos, more selfies. You should stop her, but all you want to do is keep on fucking her. Your hands reach out, but not to grab her phone, to grab her boobs, to feel their weight and their softness and their heat.

When she stops wiggling, you take up the motion. You slide down the seat, until your ass is hanging over the edge of the chair. Then you begin to thrust upwards. Brianna’s groans are ones of appreciation. Her body bounces. Her tits jiggle enticingly in your grip. Her first orgasm strikes. A few more clicks as she captures her response.

You pause to let her recover.

Any pretence of her drawing you naked is gone from your mind. You’re buried inside her. You’re not withdrawing until you’ve shot your load.

“Spin round.”

Spinning round while remaining attached is beyond the two of you. A tangle of legs forces her to stand, spin and then return. She lowers herself back onto your shaft, her ass descending to your lap. Your hands go to her hips to help guide her and then to set her in motion.

You know she’s taking more photos, this time concentrated on your groins. Photos of her pussy split by your cock. Photos with only the tip inside her. Photos of you buried to the balls. It’s a constant staccato of clicks, which you should stop but can’t. No, your overwhelmed with pleasure, with the feeling of her boiling tightness succumbing to your hard shaft. You don’t notice the clicks stopping. You do notice her drop her phone as she breaks into an orgasm. It bounces on the carpet and lies forgotten. She’s too lost in pleasure to retrieve. Her fluids flow down your shaft to gather round your balls.

You take control again. You push through her spasming flesh, driving her to incoherent moans as you claim her completely. Another orgasm and this time you respond. You pump your seed inside her, groaning with the release. She groans as her womb welcomes it.

You wrap your arms around her and pull her in towards you. And there you pause, the only movement the two of you panting, the spasming of your dick as it releases the last of your seed, the spasming of her pussy and her stomach as her pleasure gently fades.

You kiss her neck. You grope her boobs. She wiggles in bliss.

Only when your clean does she look up at you. “I needed that, sir. I really needed that. It’s been so long.”

{if Wandering = 4}”I do remember I fucked you on Tuesday,” you tell her.

{else}”You can’t last a week?”

{endif}

“That was so long ago. Every night I just want to come over and feel it again. It’s the best. Sir, I love you. This is all I can think about. Can I move in with you?”

“No. That’s not going to happen.” However much you’d like it to. “And imagine what your Aunt Faye would say if she learnt what we were doing?”

“I think she’d join in. I think she’s considering seducing you.”

Now that’s useful information.

“What makes you think that.”

“She asked me the other day whether I knew what kind of women you were into. She then mentioned she’s not had a good fuck in ages. Then I heard her wonder how good you were. I wanted to tell her you’re the best. But then I remembered I couldn’t tell her, because no-one’s supposed to know about us. But I want to tell everyone about us.”

“And you wouldn’t have any problem with me fucking your aunt?”

“I don’t care who else you fuck, sir, as long as you’re fucking me.”

And what can you say to that?