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Chapter 5

What should I do tomorrow?

Follow Her Home

She worked very late the next night and I watched her through the window of her office. She masturbated twice, still not able to shake the compulsion that had gotten her into my debt to begin with. My cock was stone hard, but I resisted the urge to jack off and waited for her to leave.

When she turned off the lights in her office and headed down the hall for the exit, I turned and quickly ran back to her car. Reaching it before her I slipped into the backseat she unlocked it from across the parking lot. I hid in the shadows of the back seat not moving, not breathing. She got the car and looked around, looking for me no doubt, not realizing I was already in her car.

She started the car, and she started down the road towards her home. She screamed when I said, "So where are we going to fuck tonight my dear?"

"You bastard" she hissed at me, "What the fuck are you doing in my car. We can't do this every night. I have a husband I need to get home to."

Getting a wicked idea I said, "Your husband is who I want to see, from a distance of course. I thought tonight we could fuck in your house while your husband is home, maybe even in the next room. I bet that would feed your voyeuristic habit, risking your husband seeing you take a big cock up your hot pussy?"

I could tell the idea turned her on when she did not raise a storm of protest. I was not sure how she would react when we got to her house but as we pulled in the drive she said, "Go upstairs to the bathroom down the hall. He never goes in there. I will meet you there soon."

She opened her car door and went into her house. I followed a couple of minutes later, silently opening the door and slipping up the stairs as she requested.

After about an hour I got bored and crept out of the room and down the stairs towards the voices in the kitchen. She was at the table eating dinner. Her gray haired husband, a nice looking guy of about 50, had his back to me. I could see her stiffen slightly when she saw me at the stairs. "Is anything wrong dear?" I heard her husband ask.

"No I just had a thought about something I forgot at work" she answered covering herself.

I pulled my cock out and began to jack off in her view, pointing at my growing erection. Creeping back to the bathroom I hoped she would get the message, I need some fucking up here.

Five minutes later she came into the bathroom seething mad. "Are you trying to get caught you stupid bastard?" she whispered savagely at me.

"No I am trying to fuck you", I answered back pressing my hard cock up against her.

"God why am I such a slut" she moaned as she pushed me back into a sitting position on the toilet. She pulled her panties down and unbuttoned the front of her silk blouse, pulling up her bra to pop her hard, brown nipples into view. She slowly lowered her cunt down on my cock, engulfing my hard member into her wet, hungry pussy. She pulled my face to her tits, my mouth finding and sucking on her hard nipples as she humped my cock.

Her nipples swelled in my mouth as I sucked them, pulling them with my lips, making her moan with pleasure. She was grinding her tight twat on my cock, bringing us both closer to orgasm with every passing second. I put my hands on her hips and raised her up a little dropping her back down on my cock, humping back against her grinding hips until my orgasm was only seconds away.

She dropped her hand to her cunt frigging her erect clit as my first stream of cum shot deep into her twat. I grunted and moaned as I shot my load into her, I could feel her spasm on my cock, and I knew that she wanted to scream in pleasure but was afraid her husband would hear.

We finished none too soon as we heard her husband call her, "What is that noise up there, are you OK dear?"

"Just finishing up in the bathroom darling" she called in what sounded like an almost normal voice. My cum dripped from her pussy as she put her panties back on her now gooey cunt. "I'll be right there" she finished as she ran some water to wash her hands.

She glared at me and whispered, "When the TV goes on, get the hell out of here!"

I sat and stared at her.

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