Often at night, the thought would arouse her and she would investigate herself until she could not hold back, releasing a confined orgasm in her dorm room. With the winter break coming she decided that she would risk a visit to see Mr. Dunn again and hoped that Jasmine would never find out.
Christine knew she was getting out a few days before Jasmine and her dad would be home alone before she got there. Jasmine’s mom had left years ago and never really returned. She made the long drive home with her little Honda fully loaded with her stuff, like dirty clothes, books, presents for her family and one for Jasmine. The plan was hatched on the drive home to go over tomorrow night with the present and feign innocence in not knowing that Jasmine was not home yet.
The next day she hit the spa for a full work up: massage, facial, mani, pedi, waxing, etc. She wanted to feel the best, look the best, and be self-assured she could take on this older man.
Christine slipped on the red dress that was too short and too tight and her black long boots and took a deep breath. She slid out the back door, present in hand, and hopped in her car for the short drive over to Jasmine’s house. She pulled in front and was so nervous she didn’t see the cars in the driveway or on the street. She took some deep breaths, her heart was racing, her mind was jumping, and her body was tingling.
Christine grabbed the present and made her way up the driveway with her heels clicking as she walked. She still noticed nothing about the house or activity around as all she could think about was Mr. Dunn and his hands in her hair and her mouth on his cock. She rang the doorbell of the big house and took a deep breath steadying her nerves one more time.
The door eased open and an unfamiliar face was on the other side looking inquisitively at Christine. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked.
Christine stumbled for words as she was shocked and flushed, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m looking for Jasmine. Ummm, Jasmine Dunn. I am at the right place?” Christine almost turned to run away when she heard a voice come from behind the door.
“Christine, wow, look at you. Welcome back,” Mr. Dunn began, “Ummm, you know Jasmine isn’t going to be here till tomorrow. These people are from my office, you know the office party, and well, you didn’t know?”
Christine held her nerve and muttered back shaking her head, “No, I um, thought that she was coming home like me. I’m so sorry. I just had her present and thought I would… and you have guests and I should go. I’m so sorry, Mr. Dunn.”
“Nonsense, you are here now you should come in and join the party,” as he reached out and took her arm pulling her inside with more force that needed.
Christine instantly complied and enter the party. She saw business types with suits and fine dresses walking around with wine glasses whispering and laughing. A few pointed her way and gave her an odd look knowing she did not belong with the group. She was led around by Mr. Dunn and introduced to a few people before slowly moving into the kitchen where they had their first encounter and she felt herself flush and redden. He smiled and noticed her condition.
Mr. Dunn moved close and whispered low to her, “I know why you are here. I know what you want. Go to Jasmine’s room, take off your dress, sit on the bed, and wait for me there. Understood?” as his hand rubbed slightly against her hardening nipple under her dress.
Christine froze for a moment and took a short quick breath before nodding and whispering lowly, “Yes Sir, Mr. Dunn,” and she turned for the stairs.
Christine slipped into the room and sat on her friend’s plush bed. She had slept there many times before, but now her head was spinning as she waited for Mr. Dunn to arrive. Thoughts and feelings flooded her mind and she reached the conclusion she had made a mistake and was ready to leave when the doorknob turned and in walked Mr. Dunn.
Christine stood, feeling uncomfortable as Mr. Dunn spoke to her, “Here is your chance if you want to leave. All you have to do is say so, and I will escort you out of the house and put you in your car.”
Christine felt light headed as a million thoughts flooded her mind and her nerve began to falter as she nervously replied, ‘Yes, Mr. Dunn, I’m afraid I may have made a big mistake. I would like to leave now.”
With a simple nod the man casually stepped to the side and opened the door. Christine stood, pulled her short little dress down, and began the long march across the room the door. She walked past Mr. Dunn to the open door and there she froze.
Her heart was racing, her breathing was heavy. She knew this could be the mistake of her life, but she closed the door, locked it and turned around to face him. Her eyes looked into his and the desire burned between them. “Mr. Dunn, I’ve thought about our night every day since we first got together, and I’m here for more. I’m not leaving.”
Quickly he engaged her, pushing her against the locked door with his big strong hands gripping her waist and pulling her close as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
The breathing was heavy as he quickly pulled up her short dress to reveal her bare pussy, wet and ready for his hand. He pressed the other hand against her breast feeling the rigid nipple under the smooth fabric. Christine moaned loudly feeling the strength that she had imagined begin to take her and bend her to his will.
Christine fumbled with his belt and felt a hand reach down onto hers and stop her, guiding her to his zipper as he breathlessly growled, “I only have a few minutes or my guest will wonder where I am.” as he helped her unzip his fly.
Christine’s hand dove in the open space and reached under the briefs to find the hardening cock she had so long wanted to touch again. She dropped down squatting in front of Mr. Dunn and eagerly began to work his cock with her hand and mouth feeling it grow hard with her tongue. She sucked quickly as it grew inside her and felt his hands move into her hair.
Her face rubbed against his trousers as he pushed into her mouth with deep strokes ramming the back of her throat and making her cough and gag. Christine’s dress had pulled up to her waist, revealing her bareness below and she took the opportunity to slip a hand down to her clit and stimulate herself as her mouth was being fucked.
Suddenly, Christine’s hair was pulled up and her body followed as she came face to face with Mr. Dunn again. Saliva was dripping from her lips and running over her chin as she breathlessly looked at him, “I want more than your pretty mouth this time.” was all he said. Christine was quickly spun around and bent at the waist as Mr. Dunn guided his stiff cock between her legs that she quickly spread and then inside her warm dripping slit.
Christine let a loud gasp and a moan escape from her lips. She found herself quickly restrained as Mr. Dunn clamped a hand around her mouth, reminding her that discretion was needed. Christine bit her lip and nodded her head to acknowledge the message had been received. He released her mouth gripping her hips and thrusting firmly inside her. Mr. Dunn’s aggression was tempered by the need for discretion, but he was firmly in control and Christine knew it and wanted it that way.
The cock felt thicker inside her from this position as it pushed inside her from behind. He fondled her breasts as she pulled them from the plunging neckline stretching the red material over her braless figure. His hand needled and pulled and pinched her pink nipples, adding a little pain mixing with the pleasure of being used in such a fashion. She kept her mouth closed by continuing to chew on her bottom lip using her hands to brace against the door but being careful not make too much noise.
Mr. Dunn made another aggressive move wrapping his arm around Christine’s waist and pulling her away from the door moving her quickly to the bed. He spun her over and lifted her onto Jasmine’s bed pushing her legs apart and moving onto her quickly as if all this had been planned.
Christine felt the pressure and strength and quickly began to respond with her hips thrusting up to meet his cock. The bed was a nice expensive bed that did not reveal their presence on it to the other guests but the encounter could not burn this brightly for too long.
Mr. Dunn felt her tight pussy engulf his cock. Her wetness made it easy to pump inside the tight hole and he did so aggressively. His hands were all over Christine’s free breasts squeezing and touching as if they were a new experience for him. At this pace the climax was close and he knew he was going to explode with a major orgasm.
Christine pushed up with her hips meeting each thrust as she could but his power drove her back down into the bed. She watched Mr. Dunn’s face as he pumped inside her over and over feeling the raw desire that had gripped her mind for so long. Christine’s body was shaking as he began to reach his peak and she prepared for his release.
Mr. Dunn knew the time had come and he pulled out of the tight warm pussy and stroked his cock over her as streams of his cum flew across the air. The excitement led to strong bursts shooting to her chin and across her red dress coating her neck and tits with his mark. Christine’s pussy gushed as she felt his warm cum run across her chin and land on her bare tits. She had never seen a man cum so much with such force in her young life. Mr. Dunn jerk a few more times and gained control again of himself looking down over her but not saying anything.
Christine felt the warm cum on her chin and ran a finger into it tasting with her tongue as she looked up at him mouthing the words quietly, “Thank you.”
Mr. Dunn nodded slowly as he begin to repack his trousers and whispered to her, “Why don’t we meet for breakfast here, then you ride to the airport with me to pick up Jasmine.”
Christine looked shocked he asked for that and all she could do was nod her head and mutter, “Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Dunn slowly turned and quietly left the room moving across the hall to a bathroom to compose himself. Christine looked down across her body feel the cum drying across her breasts and staining her red dress and whisper to herself, “I can’t wait till breakfast.”
