by Miley Milque
The only difficult part of this whole plan is, of course, in its execution--getting Mr. Johnson to fuck me. Somehow I'll have to get him to abandon those silly ethics of his. Truth is, I have tried on numerous occasions in the past without success.
I've tried the subtle tack, and I've tried the obvious. I even went so far as to drop my bath towel in front of him in the hallway after my shower.
"Oops!" I said when the towel hit the floor. I let my supple breasts hang for a moment before covering up with my hand, pretending it was an accident. He just shielded his eyes and told me,
"Good lord, Krista! I'm not supposed to see that!"
"It's okay if you want to look Mr. Johnson..." I told him, taking a step forward and giggling at the sight of him shutting his eyes and turning his head.
"I don't want to! Please, put your towel back on already."
"You don't want to see my tits? A lot of guys at school would kill for a chance to see them." I took another step forward, dropping the hand to my side to expose my perky nipples pointed right at him.
"They're so big, and round... and soft..." I gently knocked away his arm trying to hold me back, and took another step closer. My tits were right in front of him then, if only he would just open his eyes.
"It wouldn't be right. C'mon now, is this a joke?"
"Just a teeny, little... innocent peek? It's really okay if you want to. I won't hold it against you, and your wife will never have to know." He puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me from coming any closer. "I know you want to..."
"That's enough! I'm going back upstairs now. I expect you to be fully clothed when I come back down." It was one of the few times Mr. Johnson has ever spoken to me with such an authoritative tone.
Most times, I was a well-behaved guest--a good little girl just for him.
But I saw him peeking at the last second before he turned to walk away from me. And that is all the evidence I needed to confirm that, deep down, he can't help wondering what it must be like to get inside this tight little pussy.
And the next time I won't be letting him get off so easy. Unless he is getting off inside me...
******
It wasn't until now, a few weeks after I tried to get Mr. Johnson to look at my tits, that I had another opportunity to seduce him. And ever since then, he has hardly even acknowledged my existence.
If we're ever alone together for a minute, he's just awkward. I can't ever get more than a one-word response to any question. Even Mrs. Johnson asked me the other day if we were fighting.
I just told her to mind her own fucking business.
Maybe he just feels guilty for taking that little peek. But I'll be sure to let him know that can have a whole lot more of me than that--all of it, if he wants.
Mrs. Johnson has gone off to one of her stupid art conventions, so her husband and I have the place to ourselves for a full weekend. It's rare that she ever leaves the house for more than a few hours, so I intend to take full advantage of the fact she has left Mr. Johnson all alone, with me.
Neither of us knows how to cook, so we agreed in so few words to just order pizza tonight. And in Mr. Johnson's mind, it was an excuse to not have to sit at the dinner table in awkward silence.
But if he thinks he can just avoid me all night, he is in for a surprise.
Ding-dong!
"Hey, Mr. Johnson! The pizza man is here!" I yell to him upstairs. When I open the door, I am shocked to see that it's Cody, one of the jocks I fucked last month.
He gives me a stupid smile and a little wink when he hands me the pizza, as if he is going to get another piece of this. But he totally sucks in bed, and his penis is a tragic size.
I shove the cash in his hand and quickly tell him good night, shutting the door while he is still going on about something that happened in class. Sorry Cody, but I don't have time for your bullshit right now.
"Mr. Johnson?" I yell for him again. He can't stay up there all night.
"Coming!" He shouts back finally. Oh, you'll be cumming alright. I set the pizza box on the dining room table, even though I know we don't plan on eating there. I open the lid just a bit to take in the aroma.
Hawaiian with extra cheese and extra sauce, just how Mr. Johnson likes it.
"Thanks Krista... you ordered my favorite." He says dully when he arrives at the table.
"I know it's your favorite--that's why I got it! I thought you deserved something special after a long work week." He peels a couple slices from the grease-stained box and scarfs down a bite where he's standing.
"Want me to hand you a napkin?" I ask, just trying to make simple conversation as a glob of thick marinara falls to his plate. He leans across the table for one instead, saying,
"I got it..." This is going to be harder than I thought.
"I--I was thinking you deserve something else, too..." He turns to me, raising an eyebrow. I trace an index finger lightly over the busty cleavage behind my bra and down the center of my tan, round belly.
I pause when it reaches the waistband of my pants. "You know your wife won't be back till Sunday, right?"
"I'm not sure I see your point," he says, turning away from me and stuffing another bite of pizza into his mouth. Fresh pizza and a warm pussy to fuck--seriously, what more can I guy ask for?
But there he goes again with those troublesome morals, trying to play dumb.
"I know you peeked." Mr. Johnson cocks his head in a quizzical fashion and squints, pretending like he doesn't know what I'm talking about.
But I know he's full of shit. "You got a good look at my tits, and now you want to see more. You just don't know how to ask..."
"Krista, I don't--"
"But you don't have to worry. I'm going to give you way more than just a little peek." His face freezes mid-chew. "You can have all of me, and you don't even have to ask for it." I cross my arms and lift off my bra in one quick motion. Mr. Johnson's wide gaze is fixed on my now exposed breasts. He is too shocked to even blink.
"You like these titties, don't you?" I step toward him, close enough to run my long, red manicured nails through the back of his hair. "You want to suck on them, don't you?" He swallows the half-chewed pizza in one giant gulp.
"But--But, Krista... what if my wife finds out that--" I put two fingers to his lips to quiet him.
"Shhh... I won't tell if you won't." I pull on his head from behind, guiding his face to one of my nipples. He looks up at me with eyes full of apprehension.
His conscience must be screaming at him to get away--that he's going to get himself into some serious trouble with me. But his curiosity is quite apparent now. Mr. Johnson is dying to know what it's like to get inside me.
He looks to me, then to the nipple in his face, then back to me. His eyes ask for one final sign of permission. I nod at him and shove his head closer. "Suck." I command. His lips part ever so slightly; his eyelids drop.
Then my head tilts back and I moan when I feel the wetness of his mouth around my breast.
"Mmmm..." I press him against me as my head rocks to the surge of tingles crawling up my neck. Mr. Johnson slurps around the areola and flicks at my nipple with his tongue.
He wraps an arm around my waist and holds me against the hardness of his chest.
"See, that wasn't so hard... tastes good, doesn't it?" My lips curl in a mischievous grin.
"Mm... mm--hmm," He says with a mouthful of breast.
"I know what else you'd like..." I stick a hand beneath the waist of my pants and moan loud and long, licking around the perimeter of my lips. I rub at my clit a little, feeling the sogginess of my dripping wet pussy. "I'm not wearing any panties," I giggle.
The suction of his lips around my nipple intensifies. My whole torso shudders as I hold him there against my chest.
"Why don't you have a little taste... down there." I apply a bit of pressure on the back of his head to encourage him downward. Mr. Johnson releases the vacuum around my breast, panting.
He plants kisses all down
my center, making his way hastily from my sternum down to my belly button.
When he gets there, he tugs on the front my pants and presses the flat of his tongue on my trimmed pubes. Then it slicks its way down a spiraling path to my clit and I moan again when I feel him lapping and sucking there.
My grip tightens around his skill as Mr. Johnson's tongue flicks wildly, darting between my folds and running figure eights around my clitoris. He groans and grunts, huffing quick breaths through his nose as he slurps on the sweetness of my pussy with relish.
I never imagined it would be so easy to awaken such an insatiable lust for my body. I wonder if he ever goes down on his wife like this.
Mr. Johnson pulls down on my pants from behind to reveal my big round ass, then spins me around by the waist while he's kneeling on the floor. I spread my legs apart for him when he squeezes my ass cheeks tight and pulls me in against his face, lapping on my pussy and curling his tongue to taste my insides.
The tip of it slips just inside my entrance, and Mr. Johnson moans when he tastes the sweetness of my girl juices.
He shakes his head and waggles his tongue inside me, slobbering thick spit between my thighs. I reach around to brush my fingers through his hair and bury his face between my ass. My back arches when I feel his tongue slipping in deeper.
"Ungh!" I cry out when I feel Mr. Johnson stimulating my G-spot. My ass bucks against his face and my legs tremble. My mind goes numb; my insides convulse around his prodding tongue.
My core spams and fluids gush from me, rolling off his chin while his warm saliva trickles down the inside of my legs. Mr. Johnson moans and slurps down every drop of my fluids in delight.
He continues holding me by the ass while it shudders against him. When my hips finally stop shaking, my torso slumps forward and my arms hang low. The intense orgasm has made me numb from the waist down.
I would collapse to the floor if it weren't for Mr. Johnson holding me up.
After I catch my breath and sense the feeling returning to my extremities, I swivel back around to lift him up gently by the ears until he is standing again.
"Now... let's have a look at that cock, shall we?" I dive a hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his engorged penis. He groans and has to throw a hand on my shoulder for balance.
The pulse of his throbbing cock beats in my hand; his heart is pounding so fast.
"My my... you are excited, aren't you?" I say with a smirk. "How on Earth am I going to fit all of this down my naughty little throat?" I fake a pout, tugging on the thin skin of his shaft.
My tongue darts to the corner of my mouth and traces across my upper lip, leaving a wet sheen of saliva. I cup his balls and tickle his scrotum while working at his belt buckle with the other hand.
"Krista--are you sure this is a good--" I jerk him toward me and plunge my tongue into his throat to shut him up. There's no turning back now, Mr. Johnson. This is happening.
I tug down on his zipper as we make out and lift his cock up by the balls to pull it out from his briefs. I trace a finger lightly from the base up to the neck, then wrap thumb and forefinger just below the head. Our lips separate and I get down on my knees and position his cock in front of my lips.
My eyelids of glistening pink eye shadow drop as I focus in on his cock, planting tiny wet kisses around the tip. My lips hug around the neck as I lower my mouth onto his dick.
Mr. Johnson groans when he feels my tongue swirling all around the head, my slippery lips inching their way down the shaft.
"Mmm..." I moan, lapping on his dick. Deeper and deeper, I shove his cock farther into the depths of my throat. I have to suppress my gag reflex when the head enters into my esophagus.
I choke and retch on his stiff dick, spurting up thick saliva that rolls down to the base. I cup my palms around his balls and try to stuff as much dick into my throat as I can possibly fit. I gag hard, and my throat clenches around the length of his shaft.
I can't breathe, but I almost have it all down.
"Holy shit, Krista!" His legs are trembling; he can barely stand. I gag again and thick, bubbly mucous comes jetting out from my nose. The stuff mixes with the tears rolling down my cheeks and trickles off my lips, wetting his pubes.
"Pu--push!" I try to say in gargled words, spitting on his dick some more. Mr. Johnson grips the sides of my skull and jerks me down on his cock the rest of the way.
My nose connects with his toned abdomen; my swollen throat compresses the whole of his cock. He holds me down on it far enough that my nose squishes against him, closing off my nostrils. My airways are completely obstructed. I squint hard and try to block out the pain from my mind.
His cock slides in the slippery warmth of my throat as he rocks my head back and forth. I gulp and slurp and suck as my head bobs up and down rapidly.
My lips leave a thick trail of dripping saliva along the shaft while I'm slobbering all over it, just trying not to puke. I'm becoming desperate for air, but I am determined to show Mr. Johnson just how good of a little whore I can be.
.
Again and again, he drills his cock down my esophagus, thrusting his pelvis with increasing speed. Mr. Johnson is just face-fucking me now.
Then I feel his head twitch in the very back of my throat, and I know that I need to get him out of my mouth before he cums. I need him inside me for that.
I grab hold of his waist and try to pry myself loose from his death grip around my skull. He is moaning and his head is tilted up toward the ceiling. I'll be damned if I'm going to let him finish in my mouth like this.
I grunt and pry myself away from him, shaking my head free and throwing up his cock with the muscles in my throat. The giant thing emerges slowly from my lips, coated in thick bubbly drool.
Then at last, I am all the way off. I fall backward onto the wooden floor of the dining room, gasping for air.
"Jesus christ! You're so eager to cum already..." I say between breaths. I spread my legs wide, holding them at the knees. More fluids drip from my quivering pussy and pool around my puckered asshole. "You haven't even stuck your cock in this tight little pussy yet..." I say, frowning and rocking my hips side to side.
"But, Krista--" A bunch of my spit dribbles from the tip of his cock onto the floor. "You could get--what if you--"
"Don't worry, Mr. Johnson! It will be fine!" I lie. The truth is I stopped taking my birth control pills two weeks ago. I am definitely fertile now. If I can get him to cum inside me, I will almost certainly get pregnant.
If he sticks his cock inside me, there's no way I'll let him pull out of me before he shoots his load. If Mr. Johnson decides to go through with fucking his naughty little neighbor, his seed is mine.
"I--I really don't think--"
"I bet I'm a lot tighter than your wife." He continues staring down at me on the floor, probably in a desperate battle with his conscience again. I tense the muscles of my core, tightening the walls of my pussy in anticipation.
"Come here, Mr. Johnson..." I lick sensually around my lips. "Let me show you what a real pussy feels like."
Then at last, I see the commitment in his eyes. He throws off his plain white shirt and gets down, putting himself over me between my legs. Then I gasp when I feel his shaft spreading my folds apart.
He moans as it slips in my wetness while I'm gyrating my hips around, thoroughly coating his dick in my vaginal fluids.
His hand moves with apprehension down to his member, slowly guiding the tip to my wet entrance. As he pushes in slightly, I can feel my tightness giving way to his girth.
"Do it! Fuck me, Mr. Johnson... Please!" He grunts, thrusting forward with his pelvis until he enters me. My walls wrap tight around the head of his dick. But he pauses there, not wanting to go any deeper. "Push." I command again.
My legs wrap around and push him inward from behind. My walls take an aggressive hold of his cock as it slips into my tight wetness, compressing around every inch of him. My smooth calves ram against his ass, forcing him
in deeper, and deeper...
Then Mr. Johnson knocks against my cervix when he is all the way inside me. My hips jolt and my legs squeeze tighter around him, thrusting him deeper--as far as he can go.
His balls tap against my asshole. I squirm in place when I feel his precum oozing down and tickling the line of my ass crack. We moan and our bodies writhe together in unison.
"Fuck Krista, you weren't kidding!" I give his cock a nice, firm squeeze with my walls, giggling at the tense expression on his face.
My hips buck wildly against him, working the whole of his cock like a true expert. He begins a slow, rhythmic hump, enjoying the sensation of his dick slipping inside me and filling me up completely.