The promise to Mrs hope

Tom paced back and forth anxiously, it was a quarter to ten and he still hadn’t formed a clear plan on how to deal with Mrs Hope. The fact she had turned away for the promise of something later had surprised him, most of ‘them’ would have blown it off in their **** need for something more… immediate. That or broken down the door, concern that Tom had nightmares about sometimes. But it showed that Mrs Hope had a heightened level of self control which made her both dangerous and extremely daunting.

She had been one of the first of 'them' that he encountered, so it might make sense that she had the benefit of experience to keep her lusty urges at bay – if only for a few hours.

“Ooooh~ Tom…”

He jumped nervously at the sing-song voice drifting into the house and made for the upstairs balcony as quietly as possible. The girls had gone to bed half an hour ago, and he certainly didn’t want them awake during the coming events. He opened the balcony doors gently and slipped out into the night, closing them behind him.

Approaching the rail he spotted her, she stood there on the front path in a white satin teddy that seemed to cascade down over her monstrous bosom like an ivory waterfall but fell short of concealing her smooth inviting belly. Nothing covered her womanhood but simple white g-string, the straps riding high over her luscious hips and accentuating her long smooth legs and shapely thighs.

His eyes followed the sleek lines of them down to her dainty feet and noted the tall strappy heels every XXX-infected seemed to be wearing these days. She had even taken the time to tease her chocolate hair into long wild strands, framing her stunning face and teasing her bare shoulders in a glossy dark mane.

The effect of it all, though simple, had a great deal of crotch-hardening effect on Tom, his cock was twitching already, Mrs Hope smiled warmly at him, her eyes glistening with eager anticipation.

“You’re early!” He hissed at her, trying to desperately think of a way to appease her.

“It’s close enough, Sexy” She called back softly “You’re lucky I waited this long! You have no idea how difficult it’s been for me, how much I’ve been thinking about your fat cock pumping inside of me…”

Tom’s mind raced, he could see the signature stains of her milk running down the inside of the satin top and wasn’t sure how much longer Mrs Hope could keep up this facade of quiet composure, he was going to have to offer her something soon or risk her losing control of herself in front of his home.

There was only one thing he had been able to come up with all day and he didn’t even know if the rumors it all relied on were true…

“Tell me Mrs Hope…” Tom began uneasily “Do you like… semen?”

He felt a fool even saying the filthy word but Mrs Hope's luminous eyes lit up immediately, it was like throwing meat to piranhas…

“You mean cum? I love cum!” she cried, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to maintain control “I love the taste of it, the feel of you exploding it into my mouth… or my cunt! Oh please, Tom… shoot your hot love seed into my empty pussy!”

Her voice grew louder as she anticipated the moment of his promised “reward” coming nearer but he shushed her desperately until she subsided with a low animal whine.

“Ok, Mrs Hope but you’re going to need to do something to help me out…”