Panties Off!

She shouldn’t have worn panties to visit her lover. He had warned her against doing that when they met earlier in the day: “Bring only yourself and wear less stuff; no panties, too.”

She didn’t heed his message. Her husband inquired if she was going to be home early enough. By early enough, he meant if she would return home before ten o’ clock. The time was a quarter past six; she kissed him and promised to make it home before then. 

An Uber was waiting for her outside. It was a fifteen minute drive across town to where her boyfriend resided. She made it there in twenty-two. 

Her boyfriend was watching a soccer game when she knocked at his door. He switched off the TV as she came and hugged him. 

“Thought you wouldn’t make it,” he looked at his watch.

“I had to make sure you would be home. Last time I waited nearly an hour before you returned.”

“I told you this time that I would be. Here, let me take a good look at you.”

He led her to his sofa. He caressed her legs, making a thorough inspection as he coursed up her pantyhose. She spread her legs as further as her skirt would allow. His smile lowered when he encountered restriction on her crotch.

“We’re gonna have to get rid of those,” he indicated at her thong panties. “Let’s see what you taste like.”

He kissed her shoulders and trailed up her clavicle. She exhaled as his tongue slid up the curve of her neckline. His hand stayed busy tugging at her panties. She spread her leg for him, lifted herself up the sofa as he could remove her panties. Her feet came off the air. He stopped kissing her so he could slip her panties off her ankles and then flung them across the room.

Their kissing resumed. He pushed down her top to reveal her pair of tits. It was a good thing she remembered not to wear any bra; he loved when she came with less outfit obstruction. He rolled his tongue around her areola. She caressed his shoulders; she muttered a hiss when his teeth clamped on her nipples. It excited her immensely knowing that he adored her body the way he did.

He pushed her to lie flat on the sofa. Her skirt rode up her thigh, exposing her naked crotch to him. Her shaved pubic zone was enticing; her pussy was keen for some arousing touch.

He kissed his way from her knee towards the vital softness of her thighs.

He was Marco Polo exploring his distinct route to China.

She lifted her skirt for him as he arrived at her citadel. Her buried his face upon her crotch, at which point her lower body lifted towards him. Her pussy longed for his tongue. She caressed his head, caressed his shoulders and pleaded for him not to stop while her feet scratched the sofa’s fabric.

She moaned as she stroked his member, rolling her tongue over its turgid flesh, inhaling its aromatic scent. This is what she has been longing for all day.

He slurped and nibbled on her labia. He pulled at her wet velvet flesh, sucked on her cum juice while holding her legs apart as he continued exploring her temple. She succumbed to his preening lust as was expected of her, knowing in turn she would get to perform the same favour.

She wanted him.  She demanded him with a passion.

She desired him like water after a long trek across the desert.

She muttered his name multiple times, unconcerned about the time or about hurrying up so she could return home. She knew nothing except this golden moment: her body writhing, her hips lifting up and slamming her butt back on the sofa while she bit on her lips, frustrating her wanton screams from getting loud.

He lifted his face from her crotch, and then rose to his feet.

Now was her turn to repay the debt as was expected of her.

She pushed his pants down his waist, gaped at his magnificent organ before wielding it with both hands. She pretended to be Excalibur unsheathing the sword out of the stone, its foremost resting place, and introducing it into the pressing warmth that was her mouth.

She moaned as she stroked his member, rolling her tongue over its turgid flesh, inhaling its aromatic scent. This is what she has been longing for all day. His cock buried in her mouth—she had craved this moment since stepping out of the shower hours ago.

She heard him moan. That spurred her to quicken her oral lesson. Her hand stroked his member while her other tugged at his balls, feeling like she was ringing Liberty Bell. Later her hand went to massaging her pussy. It, too, was hungry and avid to be fed.

He stopped to extract his feet out of his pants, then took her hand and helped her to her feet. He lifted her off the floor into his arms. She exclaimed a startled cry while tightening her grip around his shoulders. His free hand worked his hard-on between her legs, finding her sweet spot, and then inserted the tip inside her.

She tensed. She cried; she gradually relaxed her tension as he slid into her deeper.

“Yes! Oh yes! Give it to me.”

She kissed him passionately. Her hips worked like an automated machine and started grinding against him. His planted both hands under her butt, jerking her against his pelvis. His shaft stayed buried in her pussy, creaming over his organ.

It felt like they were falling in lust for the first time, whereas this was the repeated time.

They gasped. They kissed frantically. Their action grew more frenetic.

Her tits pressed against his chest plate. Her buttock grew sweaty under his palms. Still, she kept bucking against him, locked her ankles together and struggled with lifting herself against his frame.

His hands wrapped around her waist as he increased his thrusts. She gasped and moaned and hugged him tighter.

He became tired and lowered her to her feet before settling on the sofa. She swept her hair from her face, attacking his cock with her mouth.

SLURP! GLURPP! SLUURRPPP!

She deep-throated him down to his nuts. He then grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. She straddled his cock, yelped aloud as his prick brush against her cervix.

She rode him harder.

She rode and rocked her pelvis harder.

He slapped her butt, sucked on her tits, dug his finger into her asshole.

Frantic like a pinto, she saw herself trotting through a meadow not willing herself to stop. She didn’t want to dare stop.

He turned over and got her on her back, propping her feet against his shoulders. He was in control this time. Her body tensed again as he rammed her pussy harder. Her feet relaxed over his shoulders; the pain was swelling in her womb as she yearned for him to make her scream.

“I’m your bitch, babe! Make me your whore tonight!”

“Tonight and for every other night,” he grunted.

“Ohhh yes, babe. FuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKME!”

He breathed on her like a roaring lion. He quickened his pace, slamming her pussy with every might contained in his knees and thighs. She whimpered and hollered. She grasped his shoulders while her feet dangled in the air. He turned her over till her knees bent over her face. She reached behind to grasp her butt cheeks; her hands caressed his pair of testicles slapping against her rump.

“Give it to me, babe! Gimme your seed!”

His moment came and he tensed and then climaxed inside her.

She felt him pump-pump-pump load of cum down her pussy.

She pictured herself getting pregnant by him. Imagine what her husband would think if that happened.

He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

Hours later, she returned home. Her husband had stayed up waiting for her.

“Did everything go well, honey?”

“Very much, darling.” She lifted her dress as she drew closer. She was back in her panties. Her panties were stained with her lover’s cum. “As you can see, I’m going to need some cleaning up tonight,” she said.