Exactly as she's told

Miriam pulled off with a wet sound. She stood, walked to the bag, and pulled the red boots out. She sat on the edge of the couch and worked them up her legs, slow, until they reached mid-thigh. When she stood again the heels made her ass sit higher. She turned, bent over the back of the couch, and reached back with both hands to spread herself. The tiny blue shorts were still on, but she’d already pulled them aside. Her asshole was tight and pink. Below it her cunt was wet enough that a string of it clung to the fabric.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock in my ass,” she said over her shoulder. Her voice was steady. “All day. While I was fighting. I want you to fuck it. Don’t go easy. I’ve earned it.”

Jack stood there with his jeans around his thighs, cock wet from her mouth, staring at the hole she was offering him. His heart was hammering. This was his aunt. This was the woman who made him clean the kitchen and checked his grades. His body didn’t care. He stepped forward, spit into his palm, and rubbed it over the head of his cock. He pressed against her. The muscle resisted. He pushed harder. The head popped in. Miriam made a short, punched sound and pushed back onto him.

“Fuck,” Jack muttered. His hands clamped onto her hips. He sank the rest of the way in one slow thrust. Her ass was tight and hot and gripped him the whole way. He stayed buried for a second, breathing through his teeth, then pulled back and drove in again. The boots scraped against the floor. Her tits swung under the red bodice with every stroke. The gold W on her chest kept catching the light.

“Harder,” she said. She was still in character. “I’ve been waiting for this. Use my ass. Cum in it. I want to feel it when I walk out of here.”

Jack’s hips snapped forward harder. The wet slap of his body against her ass filled the living room, sharp and steady. His balls swung and smacked against the soaked lips of her cunt with every thrust. Miriam stayed bent over the back of the couch, boots planted, the short blue shorts bunched around her thighs. The red bodice was still on. Her tits swung under it, heavy and bare underneath the thin fabric, the gold W bouncing with each impact. Cum was already leaking out around his cock, thin white streaks running down the inside of her thigh and dripping onto the hardwood.

The voice came through the phone again, calm.

“Jack. Talk to me. I can’t see her. Tell me what she’s doing. Tell me how her ass looks with your cock in it.”

Jack’s breath caught. He kept thrusting. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips. The boots creaked. She pushed back against him on every stroke, taking him deep, the tight ring of her asshole gripping and releasing around his shaft.

“She’s… she’s bent over the couch,” he said. His voice came out rough. “Shorts down. Boots on. I’m all the way in her ass. She’s wet. Her cunt’s dripping. She’s pushing back on me.”

“More,” the caller said. “Details. Is she moaning? Is she talking? What’s her face doing?”

Jack looked down. Miriam’s head was turned to the side, cheek pressed against the cushion. Her mouth was open. A low, steady sound came out of her every time he bottomed out, half groan, half word. Her eyes were half-lidded, focused on nothing. The tiara had slipped sideways in her hair.

“She’s making noise,” Jack said. He pulled almost all the way out, watched the way her hole clung to the head of his cock, then drove back in. “She’s saying she thought about this while she was fighting. That she wants me to fill her up so she can walk around with it. Her face is… blank. Like she’s still in it. Mouth open. Drooling a little on the couch.”

“Good,” the caller said. “Keep going. Tell me about her tits. Are they bouncing? Can you see her nipples?”

Jack reached under her with one hand and yanked the bodice down. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, nipples stiff and dark. They swung forward and back with every thrust, the undersides slapping lightly against the couch cushion. Sweat shone on her skin. A drop of it ran down the curve of one tit and dripped onto the fabric.

“They’re out,” Jack muttered. “I pulled the top down. They’re bouncing. Nipples are hard. She’s dripping sweat. There’s cum running down her leg already.”

Miriam’s voice cut in, low and even, still in character.

“Harder,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. Your cock feels good in my ass. Don’t stop. Cum in me. Cum inside my wonderful pussy.”