Amanda, Daily

The next day, I did exactly what Mrs. Anderson -- Amanda -- said I could do. I waited until well after I figured Mr. Anderson left for work, then went over to their house and let myself in the back door. I'd been there many times before, and I felt comfortable going in via the patio.

The Anderson house is a modest ranch house in a reasonably nice, middle-class part of town. They have a patio and a yard -- a real step up from my family, we're crammed into a trailer in the trailer park nearby. The Andersons were always a couple steps up from us economically -- but not in an obnoxious way.

"Amanda?" I called out as I entered. "You home? It's me, Jason."

"In here," she shouted. I followed her voice to the utility room, just off the garage. She was loading the washing machine with dirty clothes.

She looked at me with a smile, but didn't say anything.

"Amanda, suck my dick," I stated simply.

She dropped the laundry she was holding back into the hamper and got on her knees in front of me, right there in the laundry room. She unzipped my pants, pulled them down, and without any hesitation began sucking my cock.

She sucked eagerly, with more enthusiasm than even the last two times, bobbing her head back and forth with a good rhythm, pausing only to, once again, take a selfie.

"That's so hot," I moaned. "God, you are..."

She pulled off briefly. "A slut?" she asked. "Go ahead, say it."

"God," I said. "You are a slut, Amanda. A cock-sucking ..." and I started cumming.

Amanda pulled back so that just the tip of my cock was in her mouth. My cum spurted directly onto her tongue. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes as I shot my load into her mouth.

With a gulp, she swallowed it, then carefully pulled up my underwear and pants. She was still smiling. I turned and left.

That afternoon, I went back. I walked across the patio and saw a note taped to the sliding door. It read, "Jason -- out until 2:30. Please make yourself at home. -- Amanda".

Well, that sucked. Or rather, I wasn't getting sucked. I let myself in and called for Amanda, just in case, but she definitely was not at home.

I wandered through the house a little. I'd been there before, of course, but now I was seeing it in a different way. The door to Amanda's bedroom stood open. I looked in. My cock was already hard, in anticipation of a blowjob, but now, seeing her bedroom, it got even harder. I walked in and looked carefully through the dresser drawers until I found her underwear. I pawed at it briefly.

My cock felt like it was too hard to exist, like it would fracture and explode. Breathing heavily, I left her bedroom and went to the kitchen, where I got a soda from the refrigerator. Then I sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

I watched terrible daytime TV for forty-five minutes until I heard the garage door open and a car pull in. Momentarily I panicked -- what if it wasn't Amanda at all, but Mr. Anderson instead? How would I explain my presence?

But the door to the garage opened and my fears evaporated as I saw Amanda come through. Before she could even really notice that I was there, I growled, "Come suck my dick."

She dropped her purse on the floor and hurried to the couch. I had already pulled my pants off, and she knelt between my legs, leaned forward, and started sucking without further ado.

After a short time, I said, "Amanda... how about we have sex?" I was feeling bold due to the way she'd asked me to tell her what to do -- I figured maybe she was pliable.

But, to my disappointment, she pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "No, Jason. No intercourse. You can have pretty much whatever you want from the waist up, but nothing below."

She got up. "Where are you going?" I asked. I was worried I'd offended her.

"I left my phone in my purse," she explained. She grabbed it and knelt back between my legs.

"What do you do with those photos, anyway?" I asked as she slid my cock back into her mouth and took a selfie.

She just shrugged. "I can text them to you," she mumbled around my cock as she started sucking again.

I leaned back and let the hot MILF suck my dick for a few minutes. Then I said, "Anything from the waist up? Can I see your tits?"

She pulled off again. "Sure." I watched as Amanda took off her shirt and bra, revealing her smoking abs and her small, perfect breasts. She flung the clothes aside and moved her arms so that I could see her chest more clearly. Then she reached up and began to stroke my cock with one hand.

"You can touch them," she said, then leaned in to suck on my cock.

I was reaching for her breast when she pulled off again and said, "You can pinch them."

Another suck. "You can call me a slut." Suck. "Or call me anything you like." Suck. "You can cum in my mouth." Suck. "You can cum on my face." Suck. "Really, Jason, anything you like, whenever you need it." Then my cock disappeared in her mouth again.

"Lick my balls," I said, looking down into her eyes.

Wordlessly she slid my cock out of her mouth, then licked her way down to my balls. Her tongue slid wetly over them as she jerked my cock with her right hand.

I relaxed further into the couch as I watched her between my legs, my cock in front of her face and her eyes just peeking out from below my sac.

We sat like this for several minutes, me just relaxing and letting the unimaginably pleasurable feelings wash over me, and Amanda kneeling between my legs, working my cock and licking my balls. My legs started to shake as I built toward my orgasm. "Oh God, Amanda," I said.

"Have you ever cum on a woman's face before?" she asked softly.

"No..." I said.

"I haven't done it either," she said. "Steven's asked, but I never let him. You'll be the first."

That was enough for me. "Oh God!" I shouted as I started to cum. Amanda kept jerking my cock, but quickly pointed it directly at her face and I watched as rope after rope flung across her fine, beautiful features. Cum got on her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, and one strand went across her eye and caught in her eyelashes.

She smiled up at me. "Would you like a photo?" I nodded, and she picked up her phone and snapped another selfie. "You'll have to give me your number."

I was spent and my legs hurt. I looked down at her. "That was incredible," I said. "And dirty."

"Whenever you want, Jason." Then she leaned down and sucked the last bit of cum from the tip of my cock. I left without ever getting around to touching her breasts.