“Oh, I plan to use every corner of this room until I feel you inside me again,” she told him, surprised at her own outburst.
Amanda knew she wanted Alonso. And she had wanted his dick inside her pussy far too long. Hell, I had a bristle handle inside me imagining it was this fat and thick prick.
Amanda looked down at his dick in her hand and smiled. By the looks of it, Alonso had wanted her for a long time too.
She looked back at Alonso’s face coyly before bending down and swallowing the dick fully into her mouth.
Alonso’s groan was nothing compared to the wetness that filled Amanda’s pussy the moment her mouth touched the cap of his dick.
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Amanda spat on the fat dick and swallowed it again, whole. Alonso suddenly was starting to shiver. Then he rested his palm on her head and dove further into her warm mouth.
“I want to fuck those lips,” he said. Then he held her head in place and started fucking her mouth with careful thrusts.
He groaned again as Amanda scolded his dick by sucking it in every time his dick came into her mouth.
“Let me cum in there, Amanda. Let me…”
Amanda felt her own climax building up as he buried his hand in her hair, crying for release. She tilted the sides of her panties and buried one of her fingers into her wet pussy, quickening her own release.
Alonso’s thrust was coming quick and he was gripping her hairs so tight. Amanda thought she might have a headache after it all. Focusing on her own climax, she met his fast thrust by fingering herself with the same rhythm.
Amanda felt the warm sperm whooshing down her throat before she heard Alonso’s loud groan. Before she had the time to work out her own climax, Alonso raised her up through her shoulders and peered into her eyes.
“Not so fast darling. We haven’t even gotten to the riding yet.”
Then he rested on the table and took her with him, widening her thighs so she could sit on him comfortably.
Amanda knew how much she wanted this. Remembering that her panties were still on, she whisked the tiny material aside with a finger to give space for his dick.
“Yes baby, ride me to the clouds,” Alonso said.
With his words, Amanda suddenly felt as if everything that was happening had been planned when she boarded the plane a day ago. The clouds were like birds with no destination.
She clouded his dick with her clasping pussy and grinned happily as his dick slide in raw. Amanda was sure she hadn’t done this before but somehow, she was riding her lover as if she wanted nothing else.
Alonso held on tight to her ass, calling out her name as she slid out and back in, meeting his flesh with the clasp of her own.
“Amanda?”
She knew the words before they came out. He kept saying them as she fucked his dick over and over again, diving both of them into clouds until not either of them could say anything, or even make a sound.
“I love you Amanda,” Alonso said again as he released the second time.
She squirted little on his dick as climax hit her. Falling on his chest and hearing his even hard breathes, Amanda smiled and looked at him.
“I love you,” he said again, assuring her.
Finally hearing those words sent new and inexplicable energy through every bones of Amanda. She sat up and held Alonso’s dick back in her hands again.
Hell, I am getting used to this, she told herself before whispering to Alonso.
“Darling, you don’t think we can try fucking on the walls of the hall now?”
Alonso’s eyes shot out the same time his dick came back to full length.
The End of the Story
Thank you so much for reading…
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Book 36: Dating a Married Man
Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.
This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Dough squished between Victoria’s fingers as she kneaded a batch of buns. It was early in the morning and the sunlight was streaming in through the windows that lit the back of her bakery. The room was hot, from the sun and the oven heating up in the corner. The day was just getting started.
She formed the soft dough into balls, setting them on a baking tray. Covering them with a thin sheet of cheesecloth, she went to the front of her store.
She wouldn’t open for another hour but she enjoyed sitting at one of the delicate tables that she had, watching through the glass storefront as people walked past. She had a few regular customers that came in, mostly older men, and women who bought treats for their kids or grandkids.
And then there was the barrage of beautiful, young women and their boyfriends. That particular morning, a Saturday, would be the worst. Couples came in and bought scones or croissants, sitting together at the tables with their fingers entwined.
She didn’t like to say she was jealous of them but she wished that, with her busy schedule, a single guy would come in for once.
She sighed, sipping a cup of coffee. She was content with her life. She had started out very small and worked hard to make a name for herself in her business. She was proud of herself, sure, but having a boyfriend to come home to, to feel against her body at night, would be a godsend.
Her twenty-sixth birthday had been two weeks ago and she had gone out with her friends, only coming home alone. She had been single for a while. She was gorgeous, sweet, funny and smart. Plus, she was young and successful. For some reason, every guy she met was a total disappointment and she wasn’t the type that would just settle.
She had started to think that maybe they had been intimidated by her. She supported herself very easily and was dedicated to her job. For a woman in her mid-twenties, she had her life together and that seemed to scare a lot of men.
She got up, going to the back to check on the buns she left to rise. With her prep completed, she decided to open a little early. She was starting to feel a little bored.
Walking up to the door she flipped the deadlock over, unlocking it. She went back behind the counter, waiting for her usual morning customer, Albert to come in.
She brought a tray of bagels out from the oven, placing them on a cooling rack beside dozens of other baked goods. Bringing some muffins to the front, she saw a thin blonde woman walk through the door.
“Good morning,” Victoria called out to her, receiving a kind smile in response.
The woman browsed the wire racks filled with breads, rolls and pastries. She pointed to a blueberry bagel and Victoria wrapped one up for her.
“Thank you,” the woman said politely. “I’ll have to tell my husband about this place. It’s so cute!”
Victoria smiled and waved as she walked out the door, thinking to herself, Yeah, more married men, that’s what I need in here.
She returned to the back, putting the buns in the oven. She stood up, stretching a little. Her light brown hair, almost blonde, was tied into two loose braids that fell against her back as she straightened.
She heard the front door open again, signifying the oncoming steady stream of customers she would have for the day. She worked alone, but efficiently. It was never too much to handle and no one had ever complained about having to wait.
Albert had come in to read the paper and eat a muffin, like he did nearly every morning. She asked him how he was and he said fine, sitting down to let her bring his breakfast. He was elderly and crotchety but he was Victoria’s favorite customer.
A few more people came in after him, grabbing something to munch on before getting to work. Aft
er nine, Albert was the only one left in the bakery, and he was just getting up to leave. He nodded at Victoria and she said good bye to him. She sat down again with her coffee.
As she watched the people walk by, she saw a man in a suit and thought of her last boyfriend. They had only dated for a couple months. The sex had been good but they wanted different things.
That was two years ago. She shook her head at herself. It was time to focus on love, for a change.
She just needed an opportunity.
Chapter Two
The next morning went much the same. She arrived at six in the morning to make the dough, giving it time to rise. She sipped coffee and Albert came in around half past seven.
As she was coming around the counter to bring the grumpy old man his muffin, a man walked through the door, alone. She stopped, with the plated muffin in her hand, right in front of Albert’s table.
He was incredibly handsome with chiseled features and thick, dark hair. His green eyes scanned the bakery as he walked in, passing over her as she stared at him, frozen in place. His gaze ran back over to her and he returned her stare.
“Vickie,” Albert rasped out, a little annoyed.
She snapped her eyes towards him and set down his muffin, apologizing.
“Sorry, Albert. Just a little distracted.” She said to him, only giving him half her attention as she continued to stare at the man in the doorway.
Albert snorted a little, ripping a piece off of his muffin and bringing it to his mouth slowly. He turned his thin-legged chair a little to have a better view of the interaction between Victoria and the handsome man.
The man walked into the shop and went to the glass display as Victoria made her way back around the counter.
“Good morning,” she said, a little quieter than she had intended.
“Good morning,” he said, staring at her instead of the walnut bread in front of him.
She opened her mouth to ask him if he was looking for anything particular, but hesitated, losing herself in his eyes. She laughed at herself a little, glancing away from him and he smiled.
She started again, “What are you looking for?”
He looked down at the baking and back up at her.
“I’ve heard great things about this place. Are you the Victoria of Victoria’s Bakery?”
His voice was deep and smooth. Her ears drank it in and she nearly forgot what he had asked.
“That’s me.” She said through her grin.
“Wow,” he ran his hand through his hair, studying her face, “I didn’t think you’d be such a young, beautiful woman.”
His eyes glanced back to the bagels as he complimented her. When his bright eyes met hers again, her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t help but recall how she resolved to put more effort into her love life just the previous day.
She grabbed the end of one of her braids absent-mindedly and chewed on her lip, trying to hide how broad her smile was growing.
“Well, here I am.” She glanced at her feet, clearing her throat. “What are you interested in?” She asked, nodding to the wire racks in between them and trying to wipe the smile off of her face.
As he looked down to decide, she ran her eyes up and down his body. He was tall, broad and she could imagine what his muscles looked like underneath his clothes. She ran her eyes down further to the crotch of his jeans. Two years had been far too long.
He bought a few different things from her and they chatted for a few minutes before he turned away from her slowly. When he got to the door, he glanced back at her. He walked back to the counter.
“Would you like to go have coffee with me tomorrow?” He asked her, resting his hands on the top of the glass.
Immediately, she noticed a ring on his finger. It was undeniably a wedding ring and she was instantly put off. Her face dropped.
“Sorry, I don’t date married men.” She said, giving him a tight smile. She couldn’t believe he would even ask her.
He frowned at her and glanced down at his hand. He pulled it off and slipped it into his pocket, shaking his head a little. He smiled at her.
“No, no. I…” he paused, sighing. “I’m separated. I’ve just been wearing my ring out of habit, that’s all.”
She raised an eyebrow, giving him a look like she didn’t believe a word he said.
He chuckled, “Really, Victoria. Give me a chance, I promise, I’ll explain everything if you meet with me.”
She pressed her lips together, rolling her head to the side, “I don’t know. I really don’t want to get involved in something so complicated.”
He went over to the end of the counter, near the register.
“I’m Kasey. I’ve been separated from my wife for nearly a year and I am getting divorced. What’s so complicated about that?”
She turned away from him, busying herself. She wasn’t sure. She was open to a relationship and he was gorgeous, but a married man certainly was not ideal.
He watched her trying to decide what she wanted. She noticed him and couldn’t help but smile. There was something so charming about him. Plus, he was so attractive.
But a married man? She wanted to trust that he was in fact getting divorced, but how could she? He hadn’t even taken his wedding ring off yet.
“Kasey, I just can’t date a married man. No matter how close he is to being single. Married is married.” Victoria said, almost kicking herself as the words left her mouth.
There goes another chance at a relationship, she told herself.
He nodded, giving her a brief smile. He grabbed his bag of pastries and headed for the door. Pausing with one hand on the handle, he turned back to her, studying her face.
She raised her eyebrows, wondering what he was considering.
He came back to the counter and Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. She had already started to regret sending him away.
He took out his wallet and slid a business card out of one of the compartments, handing it to her. Their fingers touched as she reached out to grab the card, feeling electricity run through her.
“Here. You don’t have to call me, or think about me ever again, but just in case you do…”
She took the card and held it in her hand as she brought it to her chest without realizing it. His eyes watched her hands move to her cleavage, which was almost hidden by her dingy white apron.
He brought his eyes back up to meet hers, smiling at her. Keeping his gaze on her, he took a few steps backwards, nudging a small table that held coffee beans with his thigh.
They both laughed a little and Kasey turned his back to her, finding the door. He turned to look at her once more.
“Have a great day, Victoria.” He said as he walked through the door and she leaned back on the counter, letting out a deep breath.
What am I getting myself into? She thought and gave a shrug.
It was about time to open herself up to someone new. Maybe a casual relationship would be a good start.
She went into the back, trying to bring her focus back to her work, but she couldn’t help thinking about Kasey. Mostly, she couldn’t help thinking about him naked and beneath her.
She knew that she would call him, it was just a matter of when.
Chapter Three
She went home that evening after closing the bakery and stuck her key into the lock, jiggling them a little to open it up. She owned a condo that was old, but gorgeous.
She went right to her bedroom. She dropped her clothes to the wooden floor and went across the hall to her bathroom.
Steam filled the room as the water of the shower began to heat up and she watched her reflection cloud over. She undid her long hair from the braids and shook her head. She studied her naked body in the mirror.
She had a small frame and loved to do yoga in the mornings. Her boobs were small but round with perky, peach colored nipples. Her hands ran up to her chest, feeling them in between her fingers as she looked in the mirror.
She ran her hands down t
o her thin waist and felt her smooth thighs. Her pussy was tight and well-manicured. She smiled at herself. She never had trouble attracting male attention but it never seemed to be the right ones.
Stepping under the hot water, she let out a deep sigh. The water hit her and washed over her body sending a tingling sensation over her body. She put her hands up in her hair, rubbing her scalp.
Slowly, she dragged her hands down her body, feeling her smooth, soft skin. She cupped her tits in her hands, rubbing them softly.
She closed her eyes, circling her fingers around her nipples, pinching them lightly. As they hardened at her own touch, she felt her pussy begin to tingle with desire. Her mind went to Kasey.
His smile flashed in her head and she imagined his naked body. He looked like he took good care of himself, from what she could see. In her mind, he was an Adonis.
Her fingers slid down her abdomen and between her legs. The thought of Kasey had made her wet. She slipped a finger onto her clit, rubbing slowly. She felt the apex of her pussy, imagining her fingers were Kasey’s.
She slid further down her pussy and massaged her wet slit. She thought about his cock, imagining his shaft as her finger wiggled inside.
She moved slowly, taking her time to build up the warm sensation that was growing in her pussy. She turned, leaning against the shower wall, enjoying the heat of her orgasm and the contrasting chill of the tile.
She pulsed two fingers into her cunt, pumping them further into herself. She wanted to feel his hard, hot flesh in her pussy but made due with her hand.
Her fingers moved faster and deeper, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She shuddered as she imagined Kasey on top of her, thrusting his hard cock into her while his muscles bulged.
Finding her g-spot easily, she curved the tip of her finger and drove herself to ecstasy. The warm, wet skin of her pussy began to contract, quivering with orgasm. A smile spread on her face as she thought of Kasey, holding her and caressing her. Two years of finding pleasure alone was starting to weigh on her.
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