A strange Anne

When you get back the lights are off. You flip on the living room light to find Anne in lacy black lingerie. She grins and struts toward you, swaying sexily. As she gets close, you see her dark makeup. It contrasts with her golden blonde hair which is pulled back into pony tail.

She kisses you and takes your hand. She moves your hand to her sex. Her lacy black panties are soaked.

She whispers. "I've been fantasizing about this all day. I finally have you alone."

Guilt from your adventures during the day weighs on you. You blurt out, "I fucked my boss and a coworker."

Anne just smiles. "I don't mind if you sow your oats, lover. In fact I encourage it. So long as you come home ready to fuck. Now stop spoiling the mood and come fill me up."

Your jaw drops a bit. Her answer just feels wrong. Still it only makes you want her more.

You lift her up and carry her to the bedroom. You are rock hard. You slip off her soaked panty as she rips off your cloths. In moments you are fucking her in missionary position. You switch positions several times before you both come with her on top.

You notice her aura looks strangely dark. The doorbell rings.

Anne looks at you. "Pizza is here. Figured we would need a food break before you fuck me again."

She throws on a see through robe and goes to pay for the pizza. The two of you quickly devour a large pie.

As you finish she drags you back to the bedroom for round two.

You lose track of how many rounds, before your alarm clock beeps.

Anne is still asleep when you head out. Another day, another dollar.