By 2 p.m., Naomi had already had a long day. She checked her Signal messages and saw a new one from Connor.
“What r u doing after work?” it read. “Cum over.”
Wheels started spinning in her head. After work, she was supposed to get on a train and meet her husband, son, and one of his friends for a baseball game.
“Supposed to go to baseball game,” she typed back to Connor.
“Baseball sucks,” he quickly replied. “I can think of at least one better thing to do.”
The thing was, she thought, he was right.
Months earlier, Naomi never would’ve taken risks like this. But Connor – and his long, thick cock – had changed that. And on a warm summer afternoon, that was more appealing than three hours of boring baseball.
With shocking ease, she flipped over to WhatsApp and lied to her husband.
“Hate to do this, but I can’t make the game,” she texted. “Vanessa called in sick and I need to take her evening clients. Sorry Babe.”
When her husband responded, he wasn’t happy. “WTF! How can they do that? What do I do with the other ticket?”
“Just scalp it,” she replied without missing a beat. “I’m sorry, but it does count for overtime.”
When her shift ended at four, she knew her husband would be en route to the game, and that they wouldn’t be home until almost eleven. And instead of rushing to the train station, she got on her bike and rode to Connor’s place.
By now, the concierge at his condo building knew who she was, and he waved her through the security door. She went upstairs and knocked, Connor answering wearing nothing but soccer shorts.
“Glad you changed your mind,” he said, closing the door behind her.
Pushing her against the wall, he dropped to his knees and went to work right away. Lifting up the front of her polo dress, he lowered her panties and landed his tongue on her cleanly cut landing strip. His long hair was in a ponytail, but Naomi immediately pulled the band out and pressed the back of his head harder into her.
As his tongue alternated between sliding inside her and working her clit, she purred like a cat. Soon his face was wet with her juices, and he used one hand to finger her between licks. Naomi undid her top’s buttons and reached into her sports bra, rubbing her own nipples. Stretching up onto her tippy-toes, she let out a loud moan as she came quickly.
Connor stood up, and Naomi pulled his shorts down, freeing the bulging manhood inside them. His cock sprang up and snapped off his chiseled, pierced belly button. She instinctively grabbed a hold of it, pumping the shaft while unable to grasp its full circumference with her small hand. Connor lifted her polo dress and bra off, wrapped his hands around the back of her smooth legs, and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall. Sliding his column into her, Naomi cried out in pleasure.
Short, languid strokes quickly gave way to vigorous thrusts. Naomi lifted her legs up as high as she could, wrapping them around his back. Suspended in mid-air between Connor and the wall, he completely filled her as her moans intensified.
Edging himself, Connor pulled her off the wall and carried her to the large ottoman. Dropping her on her back, he lifted her legs high in the air and drove his cock back inside her. With a knee on the ottoman and the other foot planted on the floor, he pounded her with jackhammer thrusts.
“Fuck! Oh my God! Fuck me! Fuck me, you hot fucking stud!” Naomi called out, those sounds and the noise of their slapping pelvises echoing throughout the loft.
Connor used one hand to cup her pert left tit, gently pinching and twisting her nipple – both of which were erect like long, pink wine corks. Then he ran his fingers up to her mouth, allowing her to briefly suck on them.
Just to torture her, he then pulled out to stroke his shaft. Naomi crazily grabbed at it, guiding it back into her.
She was used to multiple orgasms with Connor, and now was no different. As his cadence picked back up, her pussy began contracting, and her legs shook violently. Squirming and arching her back off the ottoman, she let out a scream as a torrent of her juices flowed. Connor playfully pulled out again, causing a popping sound and a large volume of ejaculate to squirt out.
He laughed and plunged back in, this time fucking her with the hardest thrusts he could muster. Her head thrown back in total ecstasy, this time her pussy clamped around his cock like a vice as she came again. By now, Connor couldn’t hold it any longer.
“I’m gonna fucking come!” he gasped out. The head of his rock-hard cock flared inside her, and then came the flood. At first releasing inside her, he pulled out to shoot an arching rope of come onto to her tits and stomach. He exploded in a loud shout of his own as Naomi almost absentmindedly began rubbing his hot essence all over her torso and legs with her hands.
As usual, her orgasms had rendered her entire body a glowing shade of pink. “That’s what I love about fucking you,” Connor blurted out. “Your whole body turns red.”
She giggled and groaned as he collapsed on top of her in a deep kiss. Her pussy was fully engorged, a puddle of her juices between her legs.
Connor rolled onto his back and said, “I told you that would be better than baseball.”