by Pamela Prim
“Are you okay?” Hank asked.
“Yes, I can do this,” she said.
Missy went back down on his cock taking half of him into her mouth. She opened her lips wide and her eyes watered. Missy coughed again and pulled back off. She spit on his cock and stroked his slick cock in her fist as she gasped for air.
“We can do something else.” Hank offered.
“No, I got it,” Missy said. “You’re just bigger than I’m used to. I can do this. I want to.”
She went back down on him and coughed again, but kept going. A strange noise came from her throat, but then she went balls deep on him and held it with her nose against his stomach. Her eyes watered like she was crying with his cock buried in her throat. He felt her tears fall off her chin and cheeks and land on his balls. She came back up, but then went back down balls deep again. As she pumped her mouth up and down the length of his cock fucking him with her lips, she started working her tongue underneath him.
He felt her throat relax and accept his cock as her mouth and throat conformed to the shape and length of his cock. He felt the slick stimulation down his full length from head to balls as she fucked him with her mouth. Missy started twisting her head back and forth as she went up and down on him.
“Oh, God,” Hank said. “You’re about to make me cum down your throat.”
She pulled off of him and coughed again before she said, “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
Missy stood up and turned around holding onto the kitchen table. She bent over again and arched her back. Hank held his cock as he took in the glorious view of her ass again as well as her pussy lips from between her legs from behind.
She turned her head flipping her curls over her shoulder looking at him with those blue eyes again. Hank had a perfect view of ass, pussy, hanging tit, and her glowing face. It was like he was being asked to fuck a work of art. Having her shorts pulled down just past her ass and her shirt pulled up just for the purpose of showing her tits somehow made this all dirtier and hotter.
If fat velvet Elvis could see me now, he thought.
Missy said, “Fuck me, Hank. Fill my pussy up and stretch me out with a real man’s cock for the first time in forever. Please, fuck me now. Give it to me.”
Hank walked up behind her with his cock in hand. He reached around and pawed her breast as he pulled her ass back against his cock. He nestled his bare cock into the canyon between her ass cheeks. Her curves squeezed him on both sides and she responded by pumping her hips grinding against him and sliding her ass cheeks up and down the length of his cock.
“Are you going to stick that thing in me?” Missy asked. “Or do I need to take it for myself?”
“You asked for it,” Hank said.
He pulled his hips back as far as he could and lined his cock up with her pussy. Hank moved his hand from her tit down to her hip and ass. He took a firm grip on her and she let out a yelp of surprise. Hank swiped the head up his cock up and down her slits until her lips parted and coated him with their wetness. He found the spot and pressed in feeling her pussy stretch as the head of his cock popped inside. She let out a moan and backed her ass up toward him. He kept a tight grip on the base of his cock and guided himself inside. Her pussy was so tight around him as he slid deeper and deeper inside her that he almost started to think he had put it into her ass by accident.
Missy moaned as Hank gave her more and more inches. She said, “Oh, yes, you are so fucking big. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I want all of it. Fill me up with your monster cock. All of it. I want all of it, please. Oh, God, no one has ever been that deep inside me. I didn’t know it could feel like this. Oh, I want you to fuck me so hard and deep, Hank. Let me have it, please.”
Hank looked down and realized that he still had at least two more inches to feed her. As much as she was begging for it, he was afraid he might break her, but she was still backing up on him like she wanted it and she was begging him for it.
He gave her the final inches and despite himself, he grabbed her hips with both hands and pressed himself up against her driving in deeper. She folded her head down on the table and moaned. Hank gave her only a second to adjust to his length and then he pulled back feeling her grip his cock as he withdrew a few inches preparing to drive it back home again.
My home is your home, Hank thought.
A roar of an engine shook the house outside. Hank panicked pulling his cock all the way out of her as he pictured the truck returning to the driveway.
Missy reached back and pinched the head of his cock between her fingers and held him keeping him from getting his cock put away to zip up his pants. She said, “Don’t you dare cum yet. What’s wrong with you? That’s just a motorcycle.”
Hank listened to the engine retreat down the street. Damn Phil, Hank thought.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Don’t you bail out on me again,” she said. “I’ve waited a long time to be fucked by a real man and I’m not missing out on this. We’re done when I say we’re done.”
Hank laughed. “Okay. You’ve got it, boss lady. Can we at least go into the dining room? I’d like to be farther from the entrance.”
“Fine. Fuck me on my dining room table, Hank.”
Hank picked her up and carried her into the next room. She laughed. His fingers found her ass and pussy and he playing with her a bit as he carried her.
Hank laid her on her back and pulled her ass along the surface with a squeak to the end of the table. Hank lifted her legs in the air still bound together around her thighs by her cutoff shorts. He rested her legs on one of his shoulders turning her a bit to the side.
He grabbed a handful of her ass as he brought his cock forward. She reached around and took hold of his cock guiding him back in. He spread her open with his hand on her ass. The head of his cock popped back into her tight pussy and he slid inside her slowly with the same tight progress as before. This time when his balls met her ass, he gave her no mercy. Hank pulled back out halfway and drove it back home slapping against her ass and filling her back up again. He already felt her tightness pulsing around him as he drew out and fucked his cock back deep inside her again. Her eyes rolled up in her head and he rocked the dining room table pounding her pussy until her tits bounced enough to connect with her chin. Hank enjoyed the sight as he started fucking her harder.
“Oh, shit.” Missy clutched her own tits like she was looking for something to hold on to. “Oh, yeah, that cock is so big. Oh, you’re ruining me for my husband. Fill me up with your huge cock, Hank.”
Hank heard the roar of an engine outside the house again. Hank shook his head. Phil had to be compensating for something wanting to have something powerful and hot between his legs. Hank decided he liked his ride much better.
He pulled her off the table and put her back on her feet bent over the table. She held the edge of the table with one hand and the door by the archway to the kitchen with the other. Hank slid back inside her from behind. He went in easier than before, but she was still tight on his cock. He spread his legs apart and drove into her deeper than before slapping his balls against her clit from underneath and slamming his zipper against her ass as well.
The door to the kitchen opened and closed. Ralph called. “Hey, where did you guys go?”
Hank whispered. “Oh, shit.”
The engine noise must have been the truck pulling back into the driveway and not Phil. Hank started to pull out, but Missy reached around grabbed Hank by his ass holding him against her and inside her.
“Don’t you dare move,” she said.
“We’re going to get caught,” Hank said.
“I got it,” Missy said. She called. “I’m in the dining room.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Hank growled.
“Trust me. Keep fucking stud,” she said.
“Do you need any help?” Ralph asked from the kitchen.
Missy grabbed the edge of the door with both hands and leaned her head out. “No, I’m usi
ng a polish in here on the wood. You don’t want to be in here.”
“Oh,” Ralph said, “yeah, I hate that smell. Lots of fumes? Be sure you get plenty of air.”
Missy backed against Hank fucking his cock still. Her tits swung back and forth just around the corner where Ralph couldn’t see. Hank started pumping his hips and slapping against her ass. He thought Ralph might be able to hear it, but Hank couldn’t help himself.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “Why don’t you bring in the boxes while I finish up in here?”
“Sure,” Ralph said opening the door again. “Is Hank still hanging around?”
“He’s in deep somewhere.” Missy’s voice shook.
Hank heard banging outside on the ramp of the truck as Hank banged Ralph’s wife inside.
“You’re crazy,” Hank said.
“Just keep fucking. I’ll let you cum on me or in me or in my ass or whatever you want, if you keep fucking me.”
“You’ve got it.” Hank continued to ramrod her pussy.
Ralph called. “I got china and sliver in these boxes. Can I bring them in there, baby?”
“No,” Missy said. “Just leave them in the living room for now. I don’t want to splatter anything on them.”
“You’ve got it.”
Hank heard Ralph pull the handtruck out from under the boxes and roll back outside. Hank grabbed both of Missy’s tits and held on as he continued fucking her.
“What about your shoes and pants?” Ralph called as he rolled back inside.
“Put them by the stairs,” she said. “I don’t need any pants right now.”
“Right. Because it’s so hot,” Ralph said.
“Very hot.” Her voice cracked.
Ralph continued to haul in loads of boxes. Hank picked up Missy and held her up in the air as he slid her up and down his cock. He put her back on her feet and pounded her from behind again trying to work toward the finish.
After unloading the boxes, Hank heard the toolbox rattle and Ralph came toward them. “You sure you don’t need any help in there?”
“No.”
“Are you still polishing?”
Missy cleared her throat and said, “As hard as I can.”
She pulled her shirt up over her head and wadded it up in one fist. She reached out and rubbed the top of the table with it as she stuck her head around the corner. “What are you doing?”
Ralph shook the tool box. “I’m going to hook up the washer and dryer. Is Hank around?”
“Um, I think he is checking out the plumbing out back. He should be finished soon.”
Hank whispered. “I will be.”
Ralph opened the tool box in the laundry room. “I hope he doesn’t do anything crazy. I don’t want to get sprayed in the face.”
“Getting it in the face is a possibility,” she said. “Hank knows what he’s doing though.”
Ralph took hold of one of the hoses. “Not sure my tool is big enough. You think Hank has something bigger?”
“I know he does,” Missy moaned.
“Never mind, I got something that will work well enough.”
Missy whispered. “That’s what you think.”
“I’m about to cum,” Hank whispered.
“How do you want to do it?”
“All over your ass,” Hank said.
Hank pulled out and pumped his fist over his cock. He was only three strokes in when he blasted cum over both her beautiful cheeks and her pussy between. As he finished, he slid his cock back into her and thrust a couple more times.
Missy gasped.
Ralph called. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “I love it here so much.”
“Me too,” Ralph said.
Hank pulled out. Missy pulled her shirt back on and pulled her shorts back up without cleaning off Hank’s cum. She straightened her clothes and gave Hanks cock a few long licks and sucks before she stepped around the corner.
“You learning how to handle your hose?” she asked.
Ralph laughed. “Yes, it is really flexible and soft. It’s pretty easy to work with.
She hummed and then said, “As usual.”
Hank zipped up and stepped around the corner. “Oh, Ralph, you’re back. Good to see you.”
“You too,” Ralph said. “I thought maybe you had left building.”
“Velvet Elvis is still here,” Hank said.
“You want to help me get this hose into the slot?”
“I think I can handle that,” Hank said.
“I know you can,” Missy said.
Ralph and Hank worked on the washer together.
“Did you get all the boxes?” Hank asked.
“I need to make one more trip,” Ralph said. “You’re welcome to hang out, when I do.”
“Yes,” Missy said. “Please do. I’ll find something to keep you busy.
Ralph laughed. “I hope she isn’t working you too hard, Hank.”
“Pretty hard,” Hank said, “but it’s been my pleasure.”
Story 54
Chapter One
Gina woke up to the sound of her alarm clock reverberating through the rooms. She was sick of having to get up at this time, and since her parents were out of town, she knew that it was obvious that she was able to get away from school for a little while. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it wasn’t even seven am yet, and yet, she was already pretty done with today.
“Why do I have to go to school anyways? I’m a senior, and I don’t think we’ll be doing anything that important,” she moaned. Plus, she was an adult and she didn’t need to deal with that crap. She was already accepted to the best school in the country for her career in acting, and Gina knew that she didn’t have to go to any of her stupid as fuck classes if she didn’t want to. What she wanted to do instead, was sleep, chill, and take the day off. Yeah, that’s what she wanted, but of course, she could already hear the people now. She knew that not too many teachers like the concept of her skipping class, and she would probably get found out anyways, but she didn’t want to go, and as she looked at the clock, she could already feel her face burning a tiny bit.
“Ugh, I don’t want to leave,” she said to herself. She really didn’t want to, and the only thing that she could think about right now was the concept of sleeping in and taking the day off. Her parents wouldn’t find out, not that they gave a shit anyways. She was 18, and they really couldn’t do anything besides kick her out, but of course they wouldn’t do that because they needed their trusty dish washer and cleaner. That’s really her job around the house, and although she hated doing that, it got them off her back when it came to finding a real job, so she worked with it.
However, she knew that she didn’t feel the urge to leave her bed, and already the urge was growing even stronger. She wasn’t going to leave today, not that she wanted to, and for the first time ever, she thought about playing hooky. It was only one day, right? She didn’t want to think otherwise, and she knew for a fact that so far she had been a good kid, so this was but one day out of many. Besides, she otherwise had perfect attendance, and she was a senior, for Pete’s sake. Plus, for a girl who dressed like a Goth chick, she actually did have a pretty big brain under it and she did follow the rules most of the time. Of course, people will try to judge her based off her looks.
But then again, it’s not like she gave a shit at this point. She was an adult, and she really didn’t need those high school brats. She sighed, realizing she could chill today, and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. But of course she would have to avoid any truant officers. School was boring and shit, and right now the only thing that she wanted to do was to lay in bed.
The alarm rang again after being hit with the snooze. She hit the button again, but after a moment, thought about what to do. She then went over to it, turning it off completely.
“Fuck classes, I’m going back to bed,” she told herself.
She passed out, the time flying by and her body adjusting t
o sleeping once again. She woke up around ten, happy and excited to start the day not at the ass crack of dawn. She went to get dressed, eating breakfast and then brushed her teeth, looking around the place. There were a lot of perks to being an only child, and she knew for a fact that this was one of them. She didn’t have some dumbass sibling that would rat her out or anything, just herself and her parents that were more focused on their trip to Tahiti or some business crap than dealing with her. She already had the scholarships for college lined up too, so it’s not like she had to rely on her family at all for anything. She did love them, and she did care about them, but it was pretty damn nice knowing that she could take care of herself.