It was a Saturday afternoon when my phone began buzzing. It was Mr. K texting me, “April, I need you now; come to the house ASAP.”
Mr. K wasn’t asking; he was ordering my presence. It wasn’t a complete surprise, as Mr. K told me a few days earlier that Mrs. Kelly was taking their kids to a birthday party they had been invited to, and that we had the house to ourselves.
I had spent the entire morning grooming and preparing for our encounter. Per Mr. K’s request, I had meticulously shaven my pussy for the first time in my life. Once completed, I lathered the area with strawberry-flavored skin cream. I was happy that it turned out as smooth and silky as a baby’s butt.
I also spend hours on my hair and makeup. I was looking forward to spending the entire afternoon alone in the house with Mr. K. I even played with my freshly shaven pussy; bring myself to an orgasm that morning as I lay in bed. I was that excited to see him again.
I had picked out a nice pair of short, cut-off denim shorts, which I knew would drive Mr. K wild. I picked a thin t-shirt that hugged and displayed my braless breasts. My high-heeled wedge shoes showed off my long, slim legs as well as pushing out my tight, tiny ass. I knew Mr. K adored my tiny sexy ass.
My relationship with Mr. K had slowly evolved over the time we were together. He had become much more dominant, and I more submissive. I did my best to satisfy him. If that meant dropping everything I was doing to satisfy his sexual appetite, so be it. I didn’t want to miss any windows of opportunity.
I immediately responded to his text with, “I’ll be right there.”
I quietly snuck out of the house and casually walked over a few houses to the Kellys’ front door. The door was open, and Mr. K was standing at the entrance waiting for me.
As I stepped inside, he quickly shut and locked the door behind me. We instantly embraced and locked lips.
“Oh, April, you look so delicious,” he whispered in my ear. He always knew what to say.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and I melted in his embrace. He always made me feel special and safe in his arms.
“How long do we have?” I asked.
“Three hours, at least.” He responded with a big smile.
“Oh good, I hope you can last that long.” I giggled.
“Oh, you are so naughty.” Mr. K let go of his embrace, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs into the bedroom. He had soft, seductive music playing in the background, which was very nice. Although we had lots of time, I did have concerns that the music would prevent us from hearing the front door open if, by any chance, Mrs. Kelly came home early. Of course, Mr. K downplayed my concerns, and I let it go.
Thinking that we had lots of time, Mr. K began his seduction with slow, moist kisses as his hands roamed my entire body while I was still fully clothed. He kissed and licked my nipples through my thin top, making it wet with his saliva. My nipples responded as usual and became rock-hard and very pronounced. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and I responded with long, low moans. He was driving me wild.
Mr. K sat on the edge of the bed and ordered me to strip naked for him.
A good song was playing, so I obeyed his request.
Without saying a word, I slowly swayed my hips to the music and began my strip tease. He watched as I slowly lifted my shirt, exposing and flashing my breasts, and then covered them up again. As the song continued, I fully removed my top to Mr. K’s pleasure.
“Oh, April, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take,” he growled.
“You haven’t seen the best part yet,” I replied.
This was the very first time I had shaved my pussy, and I was excited to reveal my smooth and silky-soft pussy to Mr. K.
I continued to dance topless as I slowly unbuttoned my denim shorts. I turned my back to him and let my shorts slowly drop exposing my tiny tight ass. I knew that would drive him crazy. I wasn’t wearing any panties for this special encounter.
My shorts fell around my ankles, I turned and kicked them towards Mr. K, who caught them and gave the crotch a smell.
“Oh wow, you shaved for me!” Mr. K grinned and licked his lips.
“Do you like it?” I coyly asked.
“Oh yes! I can’t wait to lick and suck that sweet smooth pussy.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed.
He moved directly to my shaven pussy and began to give me oral. I was already soaking wet, and this was much more obvious now that I was shaven. My entire pussy was wet and glossy.
“Oh, that feels so soft and smooth,” he whispered in between slurps.
My eyes were beginning to roll back in my head, and my breathing was getting shallower. But I did manage to acknowledge his comment.
“Do you approve?” I managed to get out in between breaths.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” he responded as he dove back in.
Mr. K always drove me wild when he gave me feasted on my pussy in the past, but today he was relentless. He took his time and brought me to numerous orgasms. He just wouldn’t stop eating me. He barely gave me any time to recover between orgasms.
He spent close to an hour giving me oral and playing with my nipples. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed. I had multiple small clitoral orgasms as well as several deep-body quivering orgasms. Mr. K had me moaning and screaming for more.
Although he estimated we had three hours, I was getting nervous after the first hour. I’m generally a cautious person, so I wanted to be safe and get things moving.
As we lay in bed—his matrimonial bed, that is—I moved on top and straddled him, his hard dick pressed against my stomach, his hands and mouth wandering all over my body.
“I want you April,” Mr. K whispered against my neck as he grabbed my hips. He reached around and smacked my bare ass, which elicited a small yelp from me.
I bit my lip and looked nervously over my shoulder towards the closed bedroom door. Mr. K picked up that I was starting to get nervous.
“Relax,” he whispered before his lips connected with my throat. “Angie won’t be home for a while; those kids’ birthday parties go on forever.”
My eyelids flickered shut, and my breathing got ragged as Mr. K continued to kiss and suck my neck, his teeth nipping lightly at my skin. His warm hands slid up my naked torso and grabbed onto my breasts, my nipples immediately hardening again beneath his touch. And when he leaned his head up and took my right breast in his mouth, I completely forgot about how reckless we were getting.
Moaning, I twisted my fingers into his thick hair and pulled his head against me more tightly as he continued to suckle on my nipple. I could’ve let him do that for hours, but I knew we didn’t have hours. So I impatiently reached down and grabbed Mr. K’s dick, giving him a few firm strokes and silently signaling, ‘Let’s get this show on the road.’
It did the trick. Mr. K let my boob fall out of his mouth, and he leaned his head back against the headboard as I picked up the pace and wrapped my fingers more tightly around his hard shaft.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he said breathlessly.
I sighed. “We don’t have time…”
“Please, April,” Mr. K said, cupping my face gently with his hand. “Angie never does it anymore.”
Grumbling, I scooted down his body and bent my head over his throbbing cock. I did a quick little swirl with my tongue across the tip, then, not wanting to waste any more time, I took almost half of his length down my throat.
“Uuhhhnnn,” he moaned, settling back in bed and putting a strong hand against my head. As always, he held me firmly in place, forcing more of his cock down my throat until I started to gag and choke.
“Uuulllkkk, uuullkkk, uuulllkkk.” I stopped bobbing up and down—I just let him roughly force my head onto his shaft at the pace he wanted. I was his little fuck doll, and I didn’t even really mind anymore.
After a few minutes of him fucking my throat with his thick, saliva-coated cock, I pushed against his thighs as hard as I could to escape his grasp. I gasped for air as I sat back up, moving quickly as he tried to push my head back down toward his crotch. I grabbed his wrists as I straddled him again before he could get any other ideas. I pumped his slick shaft again, getting ready to put him inside me.
“You’re being very aggressive tonight, April,” he said as I lifted my hips to line his cock up with my entrance. “I like it. It’s a nice change.”
“Maybe it should be like this all the time,” I replied with a smirk before I slowly sank down onto him. Mr. K had opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a deep groan.
“Fuck,” he murmured as I planted my hands on his shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his dick with reckless abandon. My tits jiggled wildly in his face as I did this, and Mr. K reached his hand up and lazily grabbed at one as I fucked him.
“You know you’re only in charge right now because I’m allowing it, right?” He asked with a devilish grin.
“Please,” I panted out with an eye roll as the sound of my ass smacking his thighs filled the room. “I’ve got you right where I want you.” I then switched from bouncing on his cock to a slow grind. I clenched his cock with my pussy as hard as I could and began to grind my hips back and forth. We both moaned in pleasure as I continued.
My hips slowly increased in speed as I rode him, taking his full length inside me with every movement, despite his thick cock stretching me to the point of discomfort. Most of the time, I could handle his size without much difficulty, but when I rode him or when he fucked me doggy-style, I could feel every painful inch.
Mr. K allowed me a few more seconds of believing I was in charge before he suddenly grabbed me by the throat—not so hard I couldn’t breathe, but hard enough to make his point. I froze, his cock buried inside me, and grabbed a hold of his wrist, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.
He smiled as my eyes grew wide and I struggled. “My turn, April.”
Still holding my neck firmly, Mr. K slowly guided me upward, lifting me off his cock. When he slid out of my pussy, Mr. K gave me a push, and I fell backwards onto the bed with a thump. In just a few seconds, he was on top of me, his hands easily rolling me over onto my stomach.
“Hands and knees, hon,” he commanded, his voice raspy in my ear. I inwardly groaned as I got into position, knowing he was about to get rough. Whenever Mr. K wanted doggie, I had trouble walking the next day.
But, like he so easily demonstrated, he was in charge. And I knew deep down that if I really had a problem with this, I wouldn’t keep coming back.
“You’re such a good girl,” he remarked once I was ready. I hated to admit how good his compliment made me feel. It was moments like this when I became painfully aware of how much control he had over me.
He slapped my ass. “Beg for it, April,” he ordered.
“I want you to fuck me,” I replied automatically.
Another slap. “Not convincing enough. Say it like you mean it.”
Oh, god, I could feel my pussycat dripping. I just wanted to get off and get my clothes back on before we got caught. Mr. K slapped my ass one more time, harder than he had before. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood.
“Please,” I insisted, my arms already trembling as I supported my body. “I need your dick inside me. NOW.”
He leaned closer to me and gently kissed my still-stinging flesh. And then, without further ado, he shoved himself back inside me.
“UHhhhhh,” I moaned as his dick pummeled me. Like when I’d been riding him, Mr. K went straight to fucking my brains out, his strokes hard and deep.
“Oh, ohh, OH,” I cried out softly in pain and pleasure as his cock repeatedly hit my cervix. My body’s resistance didn’t slow him down at all. Something told me that if he were any bigger, he’d still find a way to fit his whole cock inside me.
“Oh, yeah,” he grunted as his thighs slapped against my ass. “You’re so good at taking my cock April.”
I closed my eyes and dug my fingers into the comforter as Mr. K repeatedly slammed into me. He squeezed my hips hard to keep me in place; I was close to the edge of the bed and surely would’ve toppled off otherwise.
“Mmmm, I love your cock inside of me,” I moaned, feeling the pleasure building inside me despite his roughness. Mr. K noticed and reached down to rub my clit, sending me straight over the edge in a matter of seconds.
“AhhhhhhhH! Don’t stop fucking me… Mr. K!” I screamed as I felt myself cumming again. I felt my vulva pulse around his throbbing cock, which made him fuck me even harder. He was getting close.
As my orgasm subsided, I opened my heavy eyelids. My heart dropped into my stomach as I saw the bedroom door was now wide open. Mrs. Kelly was standing in the hallway, staring as her husband fucked me as hard as he could.
“Oh my god!” I tried to crawl away from him, but he held me in place. His eyes must’ve been closed because he continued sinking his hard cock into me as if nothing was wrong. Mrs. Kelly continued to stare, her eyes locked on my swaying tits, her husband fucking me like some wild animal. This was the worst possible position to be discovered in.
“STOP!” I yelled, turning to look at him. “Stop, stop, stop!”
I watched as his eyes opened, and he noticed his wife in the doorway. To my horror, he continued to thrust his hips, his face twisting in pleasure as he shot his load into the family babysitter, right in front of his wife.
I maintained eye contact with Mrs. Kelly as Mr. K let out a loud and deep grunt as he came inside of me. It seemed like forever, it was the longest thirty seconds of my life.
Mr. K finally released me when he stopped cumming. I scrambled off the bed to cover myself with my clothes on the floor. Mrs. Kelly still hadn’t entered the room; she just lingered in the hallway. She must’ve been in shock.
I had managed to get half-dressed, but Mr. K still made no move to get off the bed. He just knelt there, panting, his softening dick still slick with my juices, and stared back at his wife.
“Oh, Rick,” Mrs. Kelly finally said, the sadness tangible in her voice. “Not again.”
“I’m… I’mmm…” I had no idea what to say. I was as shocked as Mrs. Kelly. You would think I would have been prepared, as I knew all along that eventually we would get caught. But I wasn’t.
“I’m so sorry.” I whimpered as I quickly pulled up my shorts and threw my top back on. I grabbed my shoes and looked up at Mrs. Kelly. The pain on her face was unbearable. The look of shattered dreams and total disappointment dripped off her face.
It was then that I realized what a terrible and hurtful thing I had done by engaging with Mr. K. How could I have done this to this kind, lovely lady who did nothing but support me and be kind to me?
I felt terrible! I felt like a cheap whore! I let my emotions get the better of me. I felt like a piece of shit! I was a piece of shit!
Mrs. Kelly just pointed towards the front door, and I scattered as fast as I could out the door. I ran home and straight to my bedroom. I spent the rest of the day in my room, crying and terrified at what was to follow.
Was Mrs. Kelly going to tell my mother? How long was she standing there watching? Oh shit, all the things I was saying. Was she coming to come and hunt me down? I even contemplated hiding under my bed.
I didn’t come out of my room until the next morning. To my surprise, everything was quiet and peaceful. My parents never said anything that would indicate they knew—just eerie silence.
I knew there was more in store for me. I just had to wait for the other shoe to drop.
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April
