Time Keeps On Moving

“So you’ve started fucking Angela.”

You flinch at the statement and turn your head to look at Claire.

It’s been about three days since your tryst with Angela, and you had been nervously deliberating on if you should tell Claire about it. Somehow, in spite of her own sleeping around you somehow couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you told her. Would she tell the Pastor about it?

Of course, it was made harder to keep to yourself when she had asked you to come back to her place after work. You almost had to laugh at the fact that this was the first time you had had sex with her in a bed, every time before had either been in her car or basically wherever the mood took her.

The sex had been as good as ever, in the privacy of her own home Claire was even more of a hellcat. Even now, a scant few minutes after finishing, you could feel the scratches on your back starting to sting. All the while you were trying to figure out how to broach the subject to her.

Yet she had cut you off at the pass, laying on her back beside you, your cum already starting to dry on her stomach where you pulled out at the last moment. She simply stated it with all the **** of an observation of the weather.

“Uh, yeah” you replied weakly the wind going out of your sails.”You're not mad, right?”

She laughed then, turning on her side to look at you directly. “Did you think I would be?”

“Well no but well I…” You trail off, now that you are coming to say it out loud you do feel kinda dumb for thinking that she would really be bothered by you sleeping with other women. “You’re not going to tell the Pastor, right?”

Claire leaned in at that, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.”Of course not. He’s a hypocrite and a pig on top of it. I kinda love the idea of you fucking his wife.”

“If you think that why do you sleep with him?”

“What can I say,” Claire replies with that filthy little smile of hers. “I’m a class A slut.”

You look at Claire, in the soft light of her bedroom, she somehow looks even better than normal and even though you came a scant few minutes ago you feel your cock starting to twitch to life. It isn’t helped when she scoots closer to you on the bed, your arm sliding between her breasts.

“So come on,” she says. “Give me all the juicy details! Did you make the move?”

So you begin to explain everything that happened. She laughs when you tell her you did it in the Pastor's office, congratulating you on being so daring. As you describe the sex, the memories coming flowing back easily of the feel of her skin on yours. The way her body moved and the way that she moaned as you fucked her.

“So did you use a rubber?” Claire cuts in as you talk, her eyes glimmering.

“Eh, no, actually,” you say and as you say it you really think about that fact for the first time.

“You fucked another man's wife raw!?” she exclaims giving voice to the thought that just burned across your own brain.

“I knew you were as twisted as me,” She says in husky tones, her hand sliding under the sheets.”I mean here you are,” You feel her fingers wrapping around your fully erect cock. “Hard as a rock from talking about how you fucked another woman, a married one no less!”

As you watch Claire begins to slide down your body, slowly sliding beneath the sheets with a wicked smile.

“I think you need punishing for being such a bad boy.”

That ridiculous porno line sends your heart into overdrive as her head vanishes under the sheets. You can feel her moving around, her fingers sliding down to the base of your cock, holding you fully upright.

Then, the shock of her lips, plump and soft, running over the sensitive head of your cock. For a moment she lingers there, her lips pressing softly against you before you feel yourself being enveloped by her mouth.

You let your head fall back into the pillow, letting out a groan of pleasure as Claire works her magic on your cock. Your hand sliding along her body, from the angle she is laying at you find yourself able to slide your fingers down between her buttocks to her sex.

You feel her react as you turn slow circles with your fingers at her opening. You can almost feel the smile on her lips. Whilst on your fingers you feel the remains of the half of your load that you shot inside of her trickling slowly out of her.

Not for the first time, you think about what Claire said about protection, you really doubted that she wasn’t on some kind of birth control. As nice as her place was it still showed the signs of her limited budget and a kid would cost way too much. Then again she was fucking the Pastor, a man with a lot to lose if it got out that he had fathered a bastard on the side. Maybe milking him for money was her plan along with milking him for everything else.

Your train of thought get’s derailed quickly however by the sensation of her mouth on you. The tight circles her tongue traces on the head of your cock coupled with the feeling of her lips sliding glorious over the head. It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself starting to race towards the edge.

“Fuck!” You groan as you feel yourself about to go over the edge and yet you don’t.

Instead of the wonderful release of an orgasm, you feel her pull her mouth away from you, leaving your cock pulsing in her hand. The feeling of the cool air on your wet skin just not enough to push you over that final edge.

So this is the punishment she meant, you think to yourself as you catch your breath.

Claire waits a few minutes before letting her mouth slide over your cock, again and again, she carries you gloriously to the edge before stopping. Leaving you writhing in your denial with such practiced ease that you wonder just how many guys she has done this to.

It goes on like that for what feels like an age. Claire deriving an endless amount of pleasure from making you endure this sweet ****. A few times you think about simply pinning her down and emptying your balls deep inside her but that would mean losing this wonderful feeling. So you find yourself completely at her mercy, your orgasm wholly hers to control.

When she finally decides you have suffered enough you hardly believe it is happening. Once again you feel yourself being driven to the edge and you prepare yourself for the denial but it doesn’t come. The pleasure simply builds more and more, well past the point you are sure you should have cum. Until, like a dam bursting, you finally go over the edge.

You groan, your hips bucking upward as you begin to empty your balls into her mouth. Her face hidden beneath the covers you can still feel the overflow of your seed as it leaks from around your cock and her lips to slide down your shaft and onto your stomach. After being on the edge for so long it feels like your very soul is being sucked out of you. The sensation passing beyond mere pleasure and into something beyond.

When all is said and done you lay there, panting for breath like you had just run a marathon. You feel Claire slide out from under the covers and press herself against you, nuzzling into your neck.

In that moment no number of wild horses could drag you from that bed. In the afterglow, you feel almost like you are high. Your whole being desiring nothing more than for this moment to go on forever.

Then Claire had to go and say something to spoil it all

“I’m two weeks late, by the way.”