"Mr. Thompson, it's okay... really. This is what I do. I want to help you. I know how to make you better again." I spun myself around, bending over while arching my back. I reached around from underneath my crotch and spread the lips of my pussy. I was already dripping wet for him.
"Mmmm," I moaned as I stuck two fingers just inside. "I'm so wet for you, Mr. Thompson..." I licked my tongue sensually around my lips. "Do you want to know what I taste like?" But he said nothing.
All those years of being a father figure to me kept him from seeing me as a real woman. He couldn't see that my body had matured, that I was old enough now to make own decision about who I want to fuck. And I clearly wanted to fuck him.
He took a timid stance and backed himself up against the white tile wall as I approached again. I walked toward him with a slow confidence, crossing my legs with each step. I was determined to get him inside me.
"Just relax..." I reached to turn the brass knob on the wall. Warm water sprays from the showerhead, rolling over my perky tits just centimeters away from his chest. "I want this." I grab hold of the little towel and rip it from his curled fingers.
Then I shoved him against the wall with fingertips pressing into his firm chest. Our lips connected and I gave him a passionate kiss, inserting my tongue past his teeth. His eyes went wide and he grabbed me by the shoulders to hold me back.
"What the hell are you--" He stopped mid-sentence when he felt my soft palm around his cock. I could feel it growing bigger in my hand. Mr. Thompson couldn't hide the fact that my advances were turning him on.
"I just want to help you. Let me show you what I do for my clients..." I planted wet kisses down his sternum as the warm water trickled down my auburn hair. I tilted my head back to get the hair out of my face, making my way down to his abdomen.
I gently massaged his engorging cock in my hands, teasing the head between my thumb and curled forefinger. His dick was getting hard as rock. Mr. Thompson was huge.
My tongue circled around his toned abdominal muscles as I held him against the wall gently by the hips. Mr. Thompson was utterly stunned; his grip on my shoulders went loose. He wasn't putting up much resistance, despite pretending that he didn't like what I was doing for him.
"Cammy--don't!" But then he moaned when he felt the flat of my tongue against his stiff dick. I traced it along the shaft, swirling around at the head when I got there.
I flicked the tip of it with my tongue, giggling and looking up at Mr. Thompson with his head tilted back, water pouring into his open mouth. Then his hands gripped tight around my skull when my lips wrapped tight around the head.
"Fuck--" he yelled, squeezing my skull tight. I spit on his dick, stroking while the running water flowed between my fingers. My thick saliva oozed down the shaft and rolled off his dripping wet ball sac.
Then I dove onto his cock with my mouth, slipping his giant cock into the warm wetness of my throat.
Mr. Thompson moaned again when he felt the heat of my mouth, warmer even than the shower water that was fogging the bathroom window.
I pushed his cock in deep, retching on the size of it. He was much bigger than most of my clients. I gagged hard and spurt up thick spit when his it lodged in the back of my throat.
Then I pushed him deeper, down into my esophagus while lapping on the shaft with the flat of my tongue. Mr. Thompson was holding my head by the cheeks while I slobbered all over his cock.
I choked when I breathed in a bit of the shower water gushing through my nose. Thick saliva shot out from my lips and drizzled to the base of his shaft.
Looking up at Mr. Thompson, I couldn't help but smirk at the corner of my lips. His were shut tight and his mouth was agape. He didn't know what to think of his naughty neighbor giving him the best blowjob of his life.
I cupped his balls with one hand, lifting them and using the leverage to shove his dick further into the depths of my throat. Mr. Thompson moaned over the sound of the water beating against the tile floor.
Then I started tickling his scrotum while stroking the length of his dick with my wet throat. I gagged and gulped on his cock, bobbing up and down and compressing the whole of his dick deep inside my esophagus. Again and again, I sprayed thick beads of bubbly spit down his cock.
The steam on my face was causing my dark mascara to roll down my cheeks. I was pleasuring Mr. Thompson like an expert whore, motivating him with my entire mouth around his massive cock.
"Fuck, Cammy..."
"Mmm--hmm..." I moan for him, gagging and slurping all over his dick. Then I felt the head twitch in the back of my throat and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I grip the sides of his thighs and lift myself off his cock. The pouring water severs the thick strings of saliva that cling to his cock as I pull away. I wipe the spit around my mouth with the back of one hand, saying, "You can't cum yet...."
I stood up, giggling while stroking his cock to keep him right on the edge of ejaculation. I went in for another kiss, teasing the head with my fingertips. I felt his cock twitch in my hand. He was so close...
When our lips separated, I told him, "You really want to cum, don't you?" But all he could muster was a slow nod. He is desperate to cum now, just where I want him to be.
"I'll only let you cum if you stick it in my pussy first..." I give the head one more little tickle and Mr. Thompson's face turned to a grimace, his jaw clenched. I grab his arm and guide his hand to my wet entrance. His fingers touch the sogginess of my pussy and slip between my folds.
Our fingers interlocked and I used his hand to finger my clit. Girl juices gushed from me and flowed into the stream of water running between my thighs. Mr. Thompson's fingers brushed along the warmth of my pussy, gliding in my wetness.
Then I pushed two of his fingers into my wet hole, "Can you feel how tight I am for you, Mr. Thompson?" His fingers slipped in deeper, down to the second knuckle. "Don't' you want to feel this tight pussy around your cock?" His hand was trembling; his cock pulsed quickly in my hand. He was on the very edge.
"I'll let you cum inside me..." I say, caressing his shaft. Mr. Thompson's eyes closed and his whole body shuddered. He wanted so desperately to fuck me.
"But Cammy, we can't..." He put a hand on my bare shoulder and grabbed my wrist. "You have to stop." I couldn't believe that he was serious. There I was, asking for him to stick his dick in me, even giving him permission to cum inside me. But still he refused.
"You're my neighbor! I know your mother for god's sake! It wouldn't be right" The water pressure had put my hair in my face, which was now covering my tears. I sobbed into my hands as the water flowed between my fingers. I just wanted to help Mr. Thompson, but instead I had been humiliated. In that moment I could see in his eyes how bad he wanted to fuck me.
"Cammy I--just leave. Get out!" He motioned toward the door, picking up the small towel again. I could see his tight ass from the side as he turned away. I had to fight back my laughter at the hilarity of him trying to keep himself covered at that point.
I could tell then that he was going to be a lot more difficult than all the others. A more direct approach would be necessary if I was going to succeed at this--that is, if I could possibly get any more direct.
But this time I will succeed. Tonight, Mr. Thompson is going to find his motivation.
***
When I show up to Mr. Thompson's front door I'm already crying. They weren't real tears of course, but they would serve me and help me get what I wanted from him. Mr. Thompson may be a moral man, but I'll be damned if he isn't going to accept my help. All I want is for him to get me pregnant so he can be happy again. Why can't he understand that?
"Cammy? What're you--" I slip under his arm in the doorway. "What's wrong?" My face is buried in my hands and I'm sobbing.
"That jerk!" I stumble my way over to his living room couch while Mr. Thompson follows closely behind with a hand patting lightly on my back, trying to console me. When we get there, I flop onto the beige leather couch, sniffling and wiping awa
y black tears of mascara.
"What happened?" He asks, looking genuinely concerned.
"My asshole client stiffed me." Mr. Thompson takes a seat next to me. I get one foot up on the couch; my legs are bare below my denim shorts. My pink tank top hangs low as I sprawl myself out in front of Mr. Thompson.
"You wouldn't understand!" I say, working up more tears and putting a throw pillow over my face. Then I feel his warm hand clutching around my ankle. He rubs there, making his way up the smoothness of my calf, trying to comfort me.
"But you're not an asshole like most guys, are you Mr. Thompson? You're such a good man..." He runs his palm up and down along the length of my shin.
I remove the pillow from my face, saying, "I mean, after what happened between us... it must be true." Mr. Thompson averts his eyes and stares at the immaculate carpet. He always was a bit of clean freak.
He is looking awkward--a little tense, even. I sense a bit of regret behind those sullen eyes. Regret about not fucking me wen he had the chance. Regret about not getting the opportunity to feel the tightness of my warm pussy around his cock. Regretful that he never got to cum inside me.
Lucky for Mr. Thompson, I'm here to give him a second chance.
"That feels good," I say, smiling as Mr. Thompson takes my foot in his lap and starts massaging it. I flex my foot, stretching the muscles of my leg, moaning.
"Y'know... your wife never deserved such a loving husband." His hands freeze. The thought of his wife brought up too many unpleasant memories. Mr. Thompson clutches my foot harder; the memories had triggered anger and resentment.
"I bet I give better massages than her..." I sit up on the couch and reach to massage his slumped shoulders. His eyes close softly and he lurches forward as I massage away the tension.
"I bet I fuck better than her, too." He wasn't expecting me to say that. His neck goes erect and his eyes shoot wide open. He turns toward me with an exasperated look and I can't hold back my giggling. I get up to saddle myself over his lap. To my surprise, Mr. Thompson doesn't react.
"Would you like to find out?" I tug down on my tight tank top to expose my bare breasts behind it. Mr. Thompson just stares up at me, looking totally perplexed.
"Go on... give them a little suck..." I grab one of my tits and bring the nipple to his trembling lips. I open my mouth a bit, encouraging him to do the same.
When his lips part slightly, I rub my nipple around the edge of them. I bring my hand to the back of his neck and run my fingers through his dark hair, nudging him in closer.
Then his lips form a tight seal around my areola and his eyelids drop. Mr. Thompson flicks his tongue wildly on my nipple, moaning and sucking with delight. My neck tilts back and my back arches.
Mr. Thompson opens his mouth wider to get as much of my breast inside as he can fit. I bring my other hand down to my crotch and dip my fingers beneath my shorts.
"Mmm..." I moan, rocking my chest against him while I finger my clit. "I'm so wet for you already..." My tongue darts to the corner of my mouth and circles the edge of my lips.
My legs wrap around his waist still on the couch and I thrust myself into his hard abdomen. Then I start to gyrate my hips and bounce around in his lap, dry humping the rising tent of his jeans.
I let out a playful squeal when he picks me up by the ribcage while my legs are still wrapped around him and tosses me back onto the couch. I stretch my legs out straight for him to tug my shorts and panties off while I lift off my tank top.
When I'm naked, my legs are spread eagle toward him, inviting him to fuck me.
Mr. Thompson pushes against my knees so they're at the sides of my head. My legs jolt in the air when he dives face first into my wetness and licks all around. He puckers his lips and slurps between my folds, lapping up the sweetness of my juices with total relish. His tongue flicks my clit and my hips buck against his face.
Mr. Thompson holds me by the ass cheeks and squeezes them tight, pulling me in closer against his mouth. His saliva dribbles from my pussy, down the line of my crack and around my asshole.
I grab the front tuft of his hair and run my fingers through it, holding his face against my pussy while rocking my hips in a circular motion.
"Cammy... you--you taste so sweet..." He says when he finally comes up for air, wiping the wet sheen of my fluids from around his lips. Then he dives himself between my legs again and thrusts his tongue into my entrance.
The tip of it curls inside me, stimulating my insides. My chest arches on the couch; my ribcage protrudes above the soft slope of my belly. I clutch my round breasts and shove them together, biting my lip and enjoying the immense pleasure.
A current of electricity is building in my core, flowing up my spinal cord. I wrap my legs around his head and push him deeper with my calves.
His tongue swirls inside me, lapping up my wet fluids as they gush from me, spilling over his bottom lip. My toes curl in the air while I'm squeezing tight around his neck. I want him to go deeper...
"Mr. Thompson... I want you--I need you inside me." He pauses, looking up at me with his head between my legs. Then he pulls away, apparently nervous. He stares at me, studying me.
The consequences of getting me knocked up flashes before his eyes. The potential risk is there. Still, he's gone too far with me to just stop now...
He breaks himself free from the grip of my legs and lifts his shirt, maintaining eye contact with me. Then his hand moves to the buckle of his jeans. He is committed now. The temptation of sticking his cock inside me is too much for him to resist. I could see by the lust in his eyes that his curiosity was beginning to override any the fears about getting me pregnant.
Mr. Thompson tugs down on his jeans and briefs, and his erect cock springs out of them. When he's got them all the way off, he gets himself between legs and I gasp when I feel his cock spreading my labia. I can feel his racing heartbeat in the quick pulse of his throbbing cock.
I stick a stick a straight index finger at the corner of my mouth, saying, "Do it! Fuck me Mr. Thompson!" His shaft slips in my wetness, gliding between my folds. My thick fluids coat the length of his shaft.
"A--Are you sure?" His expression is one of apprehension. All he needs is a little bit more encouragement...
I grab the head of his cock between thumb and forefinger and guide it to my entrance. I bite down on my bottom lip, grinning slightly through my teeth. I feel the tight walls of my entrance giving way to his enormous cock.
Then it slips in the wetness of my insides and my legs twitch in the air. The walls of my entrance wrap tight around the neck, compressing the entire head as I pull him in deeper with my other hand on his ass.
"Ungh!" I yell, bucking my hips to the sensation of his cock entering me. My tightness grips around his thick shaft as he pushes in deeper with a certain hesitation. "Push!" I command, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in closer.
Mr. Thompson squints hard; his jaw drops. "Fuck! You're so tight, Cammy..." He grabs hold of my tits and gives them a squeeze. I giggle and tense the muscles of my core to make my pussy even tighter for him. He groans and squeezes my tits harder.
Then his head drops to my chest when the head of his cock taps my cervix. His balls tap against my puckered asshole and my legs spasm at the hips--it hurts just a little bit. The pain quickly subsides in the euphoria of his enormous cock filling me whole.
"There we go..." I say, giggling at him and patting the back of his head resting on my chest. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
I rotate my hips, working the length of his cock like an expert whore. My walls clench tight around him, squeezing and compressing the whole of his stiff dick.
A bit of his precum dribbles out from me when he pulls out all the way to the tip. Then he pushes himself in balls deep me with a fierce thrust, clutching my tits and moaning loud.
Again and again, Mr. Thompson continues to drill me as I buck my ass against him. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead and roll in the crevice of my sternu
m. He huffs and groans, keeping his face scrunched in concentration. He must be using a whole lot of it to keep himself from cumming like this.
"I want you to cum inside me..." I say, staring up at him as my body jerks back and forth on the couch with each impaling thrust. Mr. Thompson shakes his head. He is still afraid. "It will be okay, I promise," I tell him bringing my hands around to his clenched ass to assist his thrusting.
"But what if you get--" He says, shaking his head again.
"Don't worry. I want you to. Cum inside me... please!" I moan loud for him. His face begins to relax; he lets out a long, hoarse moan.
"Fuck--Cammy--I'm... cumming..." My whole body shudders when his warm spunk filling my uterus. An explosion of euphoric tingles bursts from the depths of my core, spreading out to every extremity.
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