The hallway reeked of polished wood and faint cooking smells. Small village apartment block. Martin’s door at the end. School across the street, neighbors in every flat. I knocked softly. Heart already racing from seven weeks without cock. Hubby abroad. Pussy aching. Dreams left sheets soaked. Toys bag heavy in hand.
Door creaks open. Martin grins. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes piercing. Shirt half-open, hint of chest. Pants bulge obvious. ‘Come in,’ he whispers. Threshold hesitates. Streetlight filters through hallway window. Shadows dance. Kids’ voices faint outside. Risky already.
The Contact
Inside. Punch poured. Cold, sweet. Banter flows. His gaze caresses. Too tender. Desire thick. I step to window. Blinds half-drawn. Silhouette glows. Dress translucent. Almost bare. He stares. I feel it.
Kneel for demo. Knees hit parquet. Creak echoes. Fuck. Neighbors below? Dress buttons front. Slit wide. Stockings tops peek. Thighs bare above. Try pull fabric. Snaps open wider. His smile. ‘Leave it. Beautiful view.’ Voice low. Eyes burn thighs.
Eyes lock. Breath short. He kneels too. Fingers undo low button. Pans part. More skin. ‘Continue,’ he murmurs. Hands stroke knees to stocking tops. Slow. Tremble starts. Words stumble. Thighs part alone. Pussy drips.
‘Ecarte,’ he breathes. ‘No,’ sigh weak. ‘Please.’ Legs spread. Panties flash. Hand climbs. Naked thigh. Then over panties. Fingers rub slit. Clit throbs. Gasp stifled. ‘Shh. Walls thin.’ Kiss light. Nipples hard, poke dress. His hands everywhere. Tits. Belly. Pussy again. Finger slips under elastic. Circles clit. ‘So wet.’ I melt. Drip on his hand.
My hand in his shorts. Cock huge. Throbs. Veins pulse. Precum slick. Stroke it. Moan caught in throat. Parquet groans as he shifts.
The Indiscretion
He lays me back. Arms stretch. Thighs wide. Buttons fly open. Tits grabbed. Nipples pinched. Panties yanked. Pussy bare, glistening. Impatient, kick them off. Lick starts. Tongue flat on slit. Sucks clit. Rale escapes. Bite lip. Eyes shut.
Open. Man in door. Smiling. Pierre. Martin’s nod. ‘Come. She’s ready.’ Shock hits. ‘No!’ Scramble. But tongue dives again. Fingers in cunt. Pump slow. Lost.
Pierre pins arms. Sucks tits. Nipples stiffen. Heat builds. Submit. ‘Fuck me,’ beg. ‘Yes.’ Legs wider. Martin cock out. Thick. Veins bulge. Slides in. Deep. Walls grip. Cum fast. Shake. Pierre cock to lips. Suck greedy. Salty. Throat fucks.
Martin pulls out. Pierre flips me. Cowgirl. Cock spears pussy. Grind hard. Pleasure coils. Martin behind. Tongue anus. Finger probes. ‘No,’ weak. But cheeks spread. Fingers slick. Lube? Greasy. Cock nudges hole. ‘Help.’ Arms back. Pull cheeks. He slides. Easy. Full. Stuffed.
They thrust. Sync. Floor creaks loud. Freeze. ‘Shh!’ Listen. Footsteps hall? No. Harder. Cocks swell. Pulse. Cum roars. Mine explodes. Scream muffled in pillow. Best ever. Pussy. Ass. Filled.
After. Gentle wipes. Dress. Big order signed. Sneak hall. Stairs creak under feet. Heart hammers. Old lady passes. ‘Evening.’ Smile innocent. Pussy leaks cum. Secret safe. Door to more.