It was just last week when Helen’s world began to turn upside down. She frequented the gym often, though spent most of the time ignoring the people around her, preferring to have her headphones in and finish her workout than make eye contact with any of the other regulars. Last week, on a Wednesday evening, when she was in the middle of picking up her water bottle from the floor next to the rower, her head hit a strong body behind her, and she immediately tried to fumble out an apology. She was shocked to find one of the most gorgeous men behind her, with slicked back golden hair and piercing green eyes. Her apology lodged in her throat, and she fell onto the floor, completely mesmerised.
She had always been the type to be quite shy around strangers, but could talk someone’s ear off as soon as she began to feel close to them. Now, with her ass cramping up and her face staring up at an innocent looking dimpled face, she had no idea what to do. He reached his hand out, and kept smiling at her like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Hi, I’m Joe.” He paused, “sorry for bumping into you like that.”
“No worries,” she said, sounding like a frog lodged its way in her throat. She took his hand, not knowing what else to do, and stood up as quickly as she could. “Good evening.” She nodded before beginning to hurry away. She had to get away as soon as possible before she embarrassed herself even further.
“Wait.” He called out from behind her.
Her heart stopped, and she wondered at once if she had left something behind. She turned back towards him, facing him as she waited for him to explain. He rubbed his neck and looked up at her sheepishly. “Well.. this is a bit awkward…” She raised an eyebrow, having no idea what he was going to say next. “Do you think… do you think you’d be interested in going on a date with me? Maybe for dinner tomorrow?”
Her heart stopped. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Helen was 35, and though wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been with a guy since her break up last year, and had never bothered trying to find anyone to date after the disaster that was her last relationship. If she were to admit it to herself, she was beginning to feel quite lonely - in and outside of the bedroom. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive - she had an average body accentuated by big breasts, luscious lips, big hazel eyes, and long wavy black hair - but she was quite busy with her work, and didn’t spend much time outside of her job, the gym, and going out with her girl friends. Now, it seemed like this gorgeous man was being served to her on a platter out of nowhere, and she had no idea how to behave like a normal person.
“I…” She swallowed loudly. “Yes, I would love to go on a date with you.” At this point, she barely even remembered how to go on a date. What was she going to wear? She would have to ask her girl friends for advice.
He smiled, showing off his dimples again, and she felt herself fall completely smitten.
It was easy after that. They exchanged numbers, and saw each other for dinner the next evening after her long shift at work. She was shocked he agreed to see her at 9pm, but he was ever the gentleman, and treated her like a queen. He hadn’t even touched her the whole evening, which was both a disappointment and quite enlightening for her.
Their chat was quite fun for her as well, and she stared at him throughout dinner as he described his position as goalie with the Pittsburgh Panthers, and his childhood in
Noordwijk. She couldn’t quite believe her luck. She had grown up watching football with her pa, and had spent a great deal of time idolising the football players, wishing she could meet one in real life, and not just on the fields watching from afar. The fact that this man, one that she was very attracted to, was a football player was beyond her wildest dreams.
Even better, he seemed to be very fond of her too, despite not touching her once on their first date, and had immediately texted her at midnight that night after dropping her off, asking her for a second date. She had agreed without a second thought, almost screaming against her pillow in excitement.
A week after their first, she was finally available for a second date, and couldn’t help but feel extremely nervous as she slipped her dress on. She had sneakily taken a picture of him on their last date, and none of her friends would believe her when she showed them the picture. They couldn’t believe she ‘snagged’ a man like him at the gym out of the blue like this, and that this was very unlike her. The more they told her it was impossible, the more she believed it, and she almost wanted to cancel the date altogether. It felt like some sort of prank, one that they were all in on.
She had just finished applying her blush when the doorbell rang, signalling his arrival. Her heart pounded as she ran down the stairs, screaming, “coming!” as she tried to keep steady on her 4 inch black heels. She opened the door to a man wearing a long black tailored suit, a perfect match to her sparkly black dress, hugging her curves and accented by a long slit down the side. She had bought it for herself years ago to attend a Christmas party at work, and had never had the opportunity to wear it since. Today, knowing that they were going to a pretty fancy restaurant, she knew she had to show it off.
He gaped at her, not saying a single word as his eyes brushed over her entire body. “Like what you see?” She teased.
He nodded and fanned himself dramatically. “If I had known you were going to wear something this stunning…” He trailed off, still staring at her. She loved the way they teased and joked with each other. They definitely had the same sense of humour, one that made her laugh out loud their entire date.
“Well, I think we look like a pretty good pair.” She smiled. “Wait, let me grab my purse and we can get going.”
He stunned her by grabbing her by her waist, pulling her in, and pressing his lips against her. She gasped into his mouth, and couldn’t help but let out a moan at the pure satisfaction of having someone touch her after so long. He pulled away as suddenly as he approached, and said, “sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so beautiful.” She couldn’t believe he was apologising for doing something she had wanted him to do for so long.
She shook her head, and pulled him in for another kiss. This one was deeper than the first, and she managed to stick her tongue in, letting him taste her sweet lip balm as she pushed her body against him. “Don’t apologise. I liked it.” She grinned.
He seemed out of breath, and she could see his significantly dilated pupils illuminated by the moonlight above. “The reservation isn’t for another hour…” He hinted.
She was ecstatic. After what happened on their previous date, she wasn’t sure if he was even into her sexually. Now, with his arousal evident, she knew she had been overthinking the whole thing. She grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs, not showing him any part of her house except for her bedroom. “Are we really doing this now?” He asked, sounding stunned.
“Weren’t you the one who just suggested it?” She laughed.
“I…” He chuckled. “I didn’t think you would say yes.” He almost looked shy as he looked around her room, studying the different photographs she had decorated the walls with.
“Of course! Look at you!” She indicated his entire body, and he chuckled once more.
“And have you seen yourself lately?” She shook her head, rejecting the compliment. She wasn’t used to someone constantly telling her how beautiful she was, though if she was going to continue dating this man, she might have to start getting used to it.
“Enough chitchat.” She said, and pulled her dress clean off, showing off a matching pair of panties and black laced bra. Another thing she’d been saving for a special occasion. She hoped he would appreciate how much effort she put into making this date perfect.
He looked at her like he was famished. She couldn’t help but revel in all of the attention. This was something she’d needed for months now. A hot male gaze, staring at her like she was a piece of candy. He walked towards her, and pushed his mouth against hers again. She didn’t have time to react before he pushed her against the wall, making her let out another moan of pleasure. They became more and more frantic with their movements, with her hands sliding into his hair and tugging at it as she slipped her tongue against his.
He lifted her up and let go of her on top of the bed, letting her watch him intently as he slipped his jacket off. “You messed up my hair.” He teased as he combed it smoothly with his finger.
“It’s going to be more of a mess before I’m done with you.” She teased back. He opened her legs and fitted his body against hers, letting her feel his erection through his dress pants. She moaned once more as he ground against her, fitting his body perfectly against hers.
“Do you want more?” He whispered against her lips, ever the gentleman. She could only nod in response as he pressed his lips against her jaw, moving slowly down her neck as he did. Gods, she could feel everything, and it felt like her body was burning up. He licked and sucked on her gently as he moved further down, eventually reaching her bra. His hands reached down behind her and expertly flicked it open, making her gasp out in response.
“Wow, you really know what you’re doing.” She commented before gasping once more from the sensation of his lips around her areola. He sucked and nibbled at it, biting a few times, but not enough that she couldn’t take it. His hand played with her other nipple, tugging and playing with it like he had all the time in the world. She felt as if she was turning into a blubbering mess. “Please… I need more…” She begged.
He listened, and moved his way lower, kissing her belly as he tugged her panties off. A finger reached up to touch her folds, and he gritted out, “fuck, you’re already so wet.”
“It’s been a while.” She admitted. “I told you I needed more.”
She saw a flash of his dimple before she heard the zip of his fly. She leaned upwards to see him reach for his wallet in his pants pocket and take out a condom. “So you knew you were getting lucky tonight, huh?”
He laughed, “I always have one handy. I had no idea we’d be doing it so soon.”
She frowned. “Enough chit chat, I’m so ready for you.” She knew she was starting to sound like a slut, but she didn’t care. She wanted something big and hard inside of her as soon as she possibly could. She had waited long enough.
He slipped the condom on expertly and turned to face her once more. He still wore his dress shirt and pants, which was quite a contrast to her completely naked body, but she didn’t care or notice at this point, she didn’t want to think about anything else. He bent down and kissed her gently before leaning forwards and pressing his way into her. She gasped as soon as she felt him. It was too fucking delicious to feel this sensation again. “You okay?” He asked and she nodded frantically. She wished he would stop asking, and just have his way with her. Maybe he was too much of a gentleman.
As soon as he got her consent, though, he slid the rest of the way in, making her groan loudly at the sensation. God, he was the perfect size for her. It felt so good feeling her insides get expanded like that. No toy could ever compare to a real dick. He pulled back and pushed his way in, still very gently. “More…” She begged again.
He nodded and began to increase his motions, thrusting in and out in a perfect rhythm. She held tightly onto the bedsheet with her fingers and tried to move her hips into him in sync with his. “Joe… please…” Her words were becoming incoherent, and all she wanted to do was to stay like this forever.
“Fuck… your pussy is so tight.” He said as he made eye contact with her. “I’m going to cum, Helen.” She was close to cumming herself, so close to being over the edge. He let out a raspy moan as she looked up at him, and she felt his dick contract a few times as he reached his limit. It was so hot to see what her body did to him, the pleasure that she could provide for him, as he pulled out of her and fell onto the bed next to her.
“Helen… that was so good.” He whispered next to her, panting loudly as he composed himself. She couldn’t help but agree, the only thing she needed now was her own orgasm.
She turned her head to study him, and was about to tell him she hadn’t cum yet when he gasped, sitting up suddenly. “Crap. We’re going to be late for our appointment!” She nodded. It’ll be okay, he’ll just owe her an orgasm the next time they have sex, which would probably be later tonight with the rate they’re going. She quickly put her clothes back on, making sure her makeup wasn’t too smudged, and hurried downstairs with him.
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The dinner itself was just as enjoyable as the last, except this time with more sexual tension. She twirled her hair as they talked about their favourite tv shows, and they played footsie under the table as the waiter poured their second glass of wine. It was going better than she could ever imagine, and she found herself thinking of a future with this man, and couldn’t believe this was only her third time talking to him.
“Would you like to go home with me?” He asked as he opened the passenger door for her.
She thought he’d never ask. She nodded. “Sure. Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” Her heart was pounding already, she was going to see his place only after the second date! She was glad he was also falling for her as quickly as she was falling for him.
“Well, I still owe you that orgasm.” He winked.
“Wow, I didn’t think you noticed.” She commented. “I was going to tell you about it the next time…” She didn’t think she’d meet a guy that would pay attention to that sort of thing, especially during their own pleasure.
“Of course I noticed. C’mon, let’s head back to my place and I can show you what my mouth can do.” She blushed and nodded, her mind already going to pretty dirty places.
It was halfway through the ride when he cursed, dramatically hitting his head against the steering wheel as he did. “What? What’s wrong?” She asked, immediately concerned.
“I just realised my dad’s staying with me for the weekend.” He bit his lip.
“In a spare bedroom?” She asked. He nodded. “Well, that shouldn’t be a problem for me.”
“Really?” He asked, glancing at her before focusing back on the road.
“Yeah, as long as he’s as nice as you.” She joked.
“Hah.” He thought about it for a second. “Well, actually, you might really like him as a football fan.”
“Why, is he also a football fan?”
He chuckled like he was enjoying his own joke. “Well, his name is Edwin van der Sar.”
“The Edwin van der Sar?” She gasped. “No way!” She slapped him on the chest. “My dad says he’s the greatest goalkeeper of all time!” She couldn’t believe it. She was dating Edwin van der Sar’s son?! She had a huge crush on him while watching his Manchester United games when she was younger and even had a poster of him on her wall at some point. She had no idea why she didn’t consider it. She knew Joe was Dutch and a football player, though she never thought to ask for his last name.
“Yes, he’s pretty great at football.” Joe admitted. “I’ll forever be in his shadow, though we do have a pretty good relationship. He comes to see me every few months.”
“I can’t believe I’ll actually be able to meet him!” She gushed, sounding like a huge fangirl. She hoped she wasn’t too forward being excited like this. She was sure it was kind of annoying for him at times, having such a famous dad. She didn’t want to seem like just another one of his fangirls.
“Well, you’ll get to meet him now.” He said as he pulled up into the driveway.
Joe’s house was a 2 story modern home with a large two door garage equipped with large floor to ceiling windows. Even from outside she could see how fancy it was compared to her own home. Well, it seemed his story checked out. He must really be a professional football player, being able to afford this sort of home.
She followed him passively up the driveway, already feeling anxious about meeting one of her heroes. He unlocked the door and headed inside, holding her hand as he pulled her in. She turned to see the back of Edwin van der Sar, with messy blondish-white locks and a glass of wine in his hand. He was staring at the TV screen, though she wasn’t quite sure what he was watching. “Dad, I brought home a friend!” Joe called out. Edwin turned around immediately, and his gaze flew past his son towards Helen, who was currently standing awkwardly in the hallway.
The electricity between them was instant. Edwin van der Sar was even more attractive in real life, with gorgeous greenish-blue eyes, a slightly curved nose, a killer smile and soft stubble. She wanted to press her face into his and feel just how soft it really was, and it felt like he could read all her thoughts as he studied her, eating up her body from head to toe as his gaze swept over her. “Hi.” She said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
“Hello.” He said. “I’m Edwin.” He stood up, and put his hand out for a shake. She let go of Joe’s hand, and approached him slowly as she pressed her palm against his. She couldn’t tell if she was overthinking it, but the handshake seemed even longer than the norm, and she could feel his heat against hers as a shiver crawled up her spine. “It’s rare for Joe to bring someone home.” He commented.
Joe smiled and pulled her against him again, “I forgot you were home, actually. Sorry if we’re interrupting.”
Edwin shook his head. “No, no. This is your home. I was just starting a re-watch of Die Hard, actually.” He seemed like the type that didn’t say much, though when he did, it was usually something very important.
“Die Hard? I love that movie!” Helen said, not able to stop herself before seeming too enthusiastic. She couldn’t believe she was standing face to face with someone she’d been staring at for years on her wall.
“Well, would you like to join me?” Edwin asked. She looked at Joe, wanting to let him make the decision, in case he felt like this situation was too uncomfortable for him.
He looked back at her and nodded. “Let me grab some drinks for us.” She watched him as he headed into the kitchen, a marble-filled wonder equipped with metallic fixtures, before she walked towards the couch, wanting to find a spot that would work for her and Joe. Edwin had paused the movie, and was now studying her, so intently that she could feel herself blush.
“I’ve been a fan of yours for years.” She said, wanting to say something to fill the space.
“Oh?” Was his only reply, and his voice was so gravely she felt herself squirm. “Do tell.” He brought his wine glass to his lips, and she knew he could see her staring as he swallowed the liquid. She stared down at her finger abruptly, not sure what else to do. Was it just her, or was it getting warm in the room? It felt like her skin was tingling with all of the attention he was giving her.
She felt like a little kid as she went on, “well, I watched you all the time with my dad, I was so upset when you retired.”
“Now I have the privilege of watching my son on the field.” He said and set his wine glass down. He had a way of doing things, a gracefulness, that made her melt on the inside. It felt as if he knew exactly what he was doing, like he calculated every inch of his actions. “How did the two of you meet?” He asked casually, leaning his arm back on his couch.
“We met last week, I bumped into him at the gym when I was trying to pick up my water bottle.” She felt like she could just keep talking to his man just with the attention he was giving her. That intense gaze.
He chuckled, and felt her heart stop. How could a simple sound like that be so arousing? “Well, I’m glad he’s met someone so sweet.” So sweet? What did he mean by that? Was it a compliment? Something more?
It was then that Joe made his way between them, sitting himself next to Helen as he passed her a glass of red wine. “What are you two talking about?” He asked.
“How we met.” Helen giggled, her voice a bit too high pitched.
“Ah yes, my dad actually introduced me to that gym.” He commented.
“Oh, he still works out?” She asked, trying her best not to look at Edwin.
“I do.” Edwin responded. “I don’t quite like being out of shape, even as a retiree.”
“Oh.” Was all she could get out. She had noticed his body was firm with his tight-fitting v-neck shirt, which seemed to go perfectly with the simple old blue jeans. Edwin clicked play on the movie, and the next thirty minutes or so went by smoothly, with Helen snuggling closer against Joe, both of them sipping on their glasses and eating some popcorn he brought from the kitchen.
She couldn’t help but feel a certain energy from her right, though, and it felt like a magnetic pull, forcing her to look at it. Around halfway through the movie, she couldn’t help it, she looked at Edwin, and felt her cheeks warm again when she realized he was looking at her, too. Had he been watching her this whole time? Was he even watching the movie? Was this all just her imagination? His eyes were hypnotic, refusing to look away. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she watched as he flicked his eyes downwards, staring directly at her chest, where her cleavage was clearly pushed up from her leaning into Joe’s arm. She gasped, her mouth slightly open as she saw him flick his gaze back upwards. He just stared at her tits right in front of her, and didn’t even look remotely ashamed that he had done so. This man was so… different. So different than anyone she’d ever met before. And she had barely even spoken to him.
The tension in the air was suddenly broken by the sound of a phone ringing, and a vibration right next to Helen. She pulled away from Joe to let him grab it from his pocket. “Hello?” A pause. “Sorry, this is from work. I have to take it.” He whispered apologetically to Helen. She nodded, and he walked off, making his way upstairs into what she assumed was his bedroom.
His father paused the movie again, and this time she had no idea what to do. The tension was palpable again, and he wasn’t saying a thing. It wasn’t like she could outright say that she saw him staring at her tits, could she?
It was a second later when her stupid mouth blurted out, “so, is there a Mrs. van der Sar?”
He grinned, like she had finally fallen for his trap. “No, she passed away almost a decade ago.”
“I’m so sorry.” She murmured, drinking from her glass just from the awkwardness.
“No, no. Don’t be.” He said. She nodded, and there was silence once more.
He stood up, holding his empty glass as he did. “Would you like some more wine?” He asked politely.
“Yes, please.” She responded politely, and he walked off, coming back with a bottle of wine so fast she barely had time to compose herself.
He stopped in front of her, and looked down with a somewhat gentle expression. She almost shivered as she held out the glass, letting him pour it. Instead of letting her hold it though, he put his hand on top of hers, with his pinky stroking the back of her hand as he poured the liquid. Oh my god. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. How could he do this to her when her son was just upstairs?
He went back to his seat after he poured the glass, acting like everything was perfectly normal. She fidgeted in her own seat, and was glad when Joe finally came back from his phone call. “Sorry, just found out practice is going to be early morning tomorrow. Do you mind if we head to bed now?” Her mood sank at once. She was really excited to have round two with him, or at least have a long bedtime chat.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to just head home?” She asked.
“No, no. I invited you over, of course you should still stay the night.” She nodded, at least she could experience sleeping with him for the first time.
“Sorry dad, you’ll have to watch the rest of the movie alone.” He said to Edwin, who only nodded as he pressed play again. Joe grabbed her hand and brought her up to his bedroom, where he stripped and changed into his pyjamas before moving to the bathroom. She did the same, finding some of his clothes to wear since she hadn’t brought any herself.
She was a late sleeper, and had no idea how she would be falling asleep this early, but knew she had to try for Joe’s sake. After they were both ready, he pulled her into the bed against him, stroking her belly under her shirt as he did. “Today was really fun.” He murmured into the back of her neck.
“It was, thank you for suggesting such a nice restaurant.” She said, and added, “and showing me your home.”
“Was my dad as awesome as on TV?” He joked. She could only nod in response, her thoughts already elsewhere.
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It was around two hours later when she had had enough. It was getting too warm, and there was no way she could fall asleep in a strange bed so much earlier than her bedtime. In truth, she barely even slept in her own home. She gently pushed herself off the bed and snuck out of the room, looking for some water and a spot where she could read something on her phone.
She was shocked to see that the lights were still on in the living room downstairs, with Edwin still sitting in almost the exact same spot. “You’re still up?” She asked.
He turned around to look at her, and smiled. “I see you are as well.”
“I have a hard time falling asleep.” She explained.
He nodded. “Me as well.”
“Want me to join you?” She asked, feeling quite brave.
“It would be an honour.” He said, and she moved to sit on the couch opposite him. He shook his head, and she raised an eyebrow. “Come, sit next to me.” This was so weird. And so inappropriate. But he had such a dominant personality, and she couldn’t say no. She sat next to him on the same couch, but as far away as she possibly could. She didn’t know what she would do if she was right next to him.
It wasn’t far away enough for him, though, because he began to trial his fingers against her foot, sweeping up and down like it was the most innocent thing in the world. She almost closed her eyes from such a gentle but intense sensation. “What were you doing?” She asked, wanting to focus on anything other than his fingers.
He grabbed a book from next to him, showing her the cover. “Dracula?” She asked, her voice a little shaky. His fingers moved up into her ankle, grazing over the little curve inside of it.
“I quite like my classics.” He explained. “Do you read?” He asked, and she was glad that he was trying to continue the conversation.
She nodded. “Though I don’t have that much time anymore with work.”
“What do you do?” He asked, his voice sounding even deeper than usual. He had moved his way up her leg, and she felt herself moving closer just so he could move higher.
“I work at a law firm. We’re busy with a big case right now.” She wasn’t sure how she was even forming words.
“Quite impressive, Helen.” She almost gasped at the sound of him saying her name. Damn, has anyone ever said it quite so sexily?
“Thank you.” She stammered, and his fingers moved up past her knee and onto her inner thighs. She was wearing Joe’s boxers on top of her black lace panties, and knew her legs were almost completely exposed to him. It was good she had thought of shaving the night before. She knew she was already incredibly wet. She hadn’t been with a man in a year, and after not getting her orgasm after her first time with Joe, she was feeling even needier than usual. Maybe that was why she was letting him get away with this. She was going to feel like such a slut tomorrow.
She knew he was close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her pussy from his attention, and couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind. What were they even talking about? Think, Helen, think!
“What do you do now that you’ve retired?” She asked, her voice clearly huskier than normal. She couldn’t even look at him directly. She stared down at his fingers working their magic against her body.
“I help out with some construction projects, but I’ve been free other than that.” He said, and was bold enough to graze against the insides of her panties this time. She gasped, and her eyes shot up to him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She said, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room.
“Doing what, Helen?” He asked with a sly look on his face.
“You’re…” She stammered. “You’re touching me down there, and I’m dating your son.” She clarified. Why did she feel so submissive around this guy? This was so unlike her.
He boldly pushed his finger into her against her panties, and even she could feel her wetness as she gasped out in shock. “Look how wet you are for me, Helen.” He cooed. Oh god, how could she hide it now? It was so obvious that she was incredibly turned on, and letting him do this to her. He seemed like the type of guy who knew exactly what he was doing, and knew exactly how to get what he wanted. And she was currently what he desired.
With that, he held her waist with both hands, and planted her firmly onto his lap. She could feel his hard cock against her soaking wet mound, and he pushed her down as his own hips went up. Her eyes practically rolled backwards from the sensation. Fuck, this was amazing. He was so fucking hard. She opened her eyes to look down at him, and he was still staring at her with the hungry look he’d been giving her all night. “Don’t pretend this isn’t exactly what you want.” He said, his voice smooth as honey.
“I…” She didn’t know what to say. “I… can’t.” He ground into her again, and this time she moaned loudly from the sensation. “God that’s so fucking good.” She murmured under her breath. He grabbed her neck and pulled her into him, pressing his lips against hers. It wasn’t gentle like Joe’s first kiss. Not at all. It was rough and demanding, with Edwin’s tongue telling her exactly where he wanted her to go. He swirled and danced around her, with his hips grinding into her at the perfect times. She couldn’t resist anymore. It was too good. She needed more, she needed to cum, and she needed him inside of her.
“I could tell you were a little slut the moment you stepped into this house.” He said as they finally pulled apart. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, and she was shocked at how much she liked it. Her pussy clenched, asking her for more.
He lifted her by her waist once more, and this time walked her to the dining room, one she had only spied for a second on her way into the house. He placed her gently onto the table, and looked down at her like she was some sort of feast. Then, at once, he pulled her panties and boxers off, staring at her shaven crotch with intense hunger.
“This is mine.” He declared, before pushing his mouth onto her crotch. He began licking and sucking like she was a feast, making his way from her pussy to her clit, making sure he knew exactly what made her gasp and squirm.
“Oh, fuck…” She moaned. Her hands shot out, and she tried to grab onto something she could hold onto. Having nothing on the table, she decided to grab onto this hair instead, and began to grind into him as he continued to lap at her.
“Are you enjoying yourself, slut?” He asked. She looked down to find that his face was covered in her juices, it was so incredibly hot to look at.
“Please… don’t stop. I need to cum so bad.” She begged. He went back to work, sucking and licking her clit faster and faster. She could feel it approaching, and her body almost sighed in relief when it was almost… almost…
He stopped. She cried out in frustration. “Why did you stop?!” She complained, almost feeling tears in her eyes.
“You have to ask me for permission to cum, whore.” He said.
She couldn’t believe it. How could he possibly talk to her like that? And why was it so god damned hot? “Please… please let me cum.”
He went back to work, doing exactly what she wanted with his tongue as he flicked up and down. “Please… don’t stop this time.” She begged, and this time, he complied, letting her ride the most intense orgasm of her life as she ground her entire body against his face. Her body couldn’t stop shaking as she whispered his name over and over, and she tried to stop herself from practically screaming out loud, knowing that Joe was right upstairs.
When she finally calmed down, she pushed him away from her body, not able to take such intense sensations anymore. “Good girl.” He said as he wiped his face with his shirt. She couldn’t believe how much she had soaked him. She slid off the table, wondering what was going to happen next as she tried to stand without her legs shaking.
He made his mind up for her, though, and he said in a commanding tone, “kneel.”
She didn’t let herself think before she dropped to the ground. She realised now she would do whatever this man told her to do. It must be some sort of hidden kink she didn’t realise she had before, but this man’s dominant personality brought something out of her, something she now knew she needed. “Take it out.” He said, and she did as she was told, undoing his fly slowly and pulling his pants down.
He wore tight boxer briefs underneath, where she could see the outline of his cock jutting out, with a bit of precum wetting the front. She almost began to salivate as she pulled his briefs down, letting herself see what she was working with. It sprang up in front of her, and she wet her lips in anticipation. She couldn’t have imagined a better dick than this. She wanted it inside of her, as deep inside as possible.
“Suck.” It was another one word command, but with such intensity behind it. She opened her mouth and put the tip into her mouth, sucking it hard once. He groaned and grabbed her head, pushing himself into her further. She let him command her with his actions, and began to bop up and down on his cock, doing something she hadn’t done in a year but had completely missed doing. She had always been so good at it.
She swirled her tongue around and around to perfectly time with her bopping, and he seemed to be enjoying every second of it. “Good girl.” He murmured under his breath, and she saw that he was so consumed by her mouth that he wasn’t even watching her anymore.
She wanted to tease him just like he did her, so stopped abruptly, making him glare down at her. She grabbed him at the base and slid her tongue from the base to the tip, staring directly into his eyes as she did. He growled, and picked her up, sliding her across the chair right next to them with her bottoms up.
“Don’t you dare tease me again.” He said, and slapped her hard on her behind. She gasped at first from the pure shock of it, then the sensations kicked in. It was pleasure mixed with pain, a sensation so delicious she wondered how she hadn’t tried it before. He did the same again, slapping her other cheek. Fuck. She felt as if she could cum just from him slapping her. She didn’t even know who she was anymore. She went from not even kissing on the first date to being spanked by her date’s dad while he was sleeping?
He played with her hole again after the two spanks, and she moaned, grinding into him once more. “You’re so eager and ready to play with me, kitten…” He cooed.
“Why aren’t you fucking me already?” She complained.
“What did you just say?” A voice said from above the stairs. Her heart stopped. Fuck. She had completely forgotten about Joe’s existence. They both stayed silent as Joe ran down the stairs, seeing her bent over his dining room chair with his dad’s wet cock jutting out behind her. This was not good.
“What the fuck, dad?” He said. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“She was too delicious for me to pass up.” Was Edwin’s reply, like this was the most normal thing in the world. She began to push herself up. She had ruined this entire situation, and she couldn’t even look at Joe. He could’ve been the one for her if she wasn’t such a slut.
Edwin pushed her back down onto the chair. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“But…” She tried to say. Then was shocked when Edwin grabbed his boxer briefs and shoved them into her mouth, making her unable to talk. She was about to pull it back out when he grabbed onto her hands, holding her into the chair.
“What are you doing, dad?” Joe asked, equally perplexed.
“You’ve never shared a woman before?” Edwin grunted. “Because this one’s got a mouth on her.” Share? She couldn’t believe this! She never even thought about being in a threesom, let alone with a father and son! She thrashed and moaned into her gag. She stopped when she saw it, Joe’s pyjama pants were beginning to tent up, like he was finding the idea incredibly hot.
“I knew you’d agree.” Edwin said, and told Joe to grab a tie. He left and came back almost immediately after, handing it to his father as he began to expertly wrap the tie around her hands. She tried to break out of it with no luck. Edwin grabbed onto her and hauled her onto his shoulders, taking her up into Joe’s bedroom with a few quick steps. Joe followed closely behind him.
“I assume you’ve fucked this little slut, with how greedy her pussy is?” Edwin asked his son, who nodded. “Then it’s my turn.”
He dropped her onto the bed on her knees, with her ass pointed up for both the men to see. “You see, she may be trying to struggle out, but look at how wet she is.” Edwin stuck his finger deep inside of her, making her moan into her gag. Fuck, why did that feel so good? “She’s a little whore no matter how much she tries to hide it. And a whore that fucks any man she sees.” She groaned as he began to finger fuck her, adding one more finger as he did so. “I think she’s ready for us.” Edwin said, and she could practically hear the grin in his voice.
She could barely prepare herself before he sheathed himself completely inside of her. It wasn’t like Joe at all. He filled her up the same way, but Joe was gentle with his first few strokes. Edwin, instead, pounded into her like she was a slab of meat, pushing in and out so quickly that she could barely keep herself on the bed. It was so fucking good she didn’t even know her own name anymore. She squealed into her gag over and over, feeling her orgasm build again seemingly out of nowhere. Edwin reached around and began to play with her clit, making the sensation even more intense. She wiggled and moaned and ground into him, and she knew he could sense her walls closing against him, indicating her own release. “Come for me, bitch.” He whispered against her ear, and she did, exploding into him and creating a huge mess where they attached.
Her head was dizzy from such a high, and she practically slumped onto the bed as he continued fucking her. A second later, his release came, and he pulled her hair back as far as he could as he roared, his release pumping into the condom as his dick pulsed inside of her. He pulled out, and she slumped completely onto the bed. This was the most intense experience of her life, but at least it was over. She sighed.
“Your turn.” Edwin said, and her eyes shot open. Wait, they were going to do this again? Joe flipped her onto her back, and put his condom on right in front of her as she squirmed again. She shook her head, wanting to tell her her pussy couldn’t handle anymore abuse. Three times in one night after a year of absence?! She was going to be so sore tomorrow she wouldn’t be able to move.
Joe was ready though, and pushed into her once more. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Another cock after her second orgasm was too much on top of the first two. “Mmmpph.” Was all she could say.
She closed her eyes as she experienced his thrusting, and was shocked when the gag was pulled right out of her mouth and tossed to the side. “Got some work to do, girly. A slut doesn’t just get to be bred all day.” Edwin said before he stuffed his cock into her mouth. She couldn’t believe he got hard so quickly. Didn’t men usually take some time before they could go for round two?!
They sawed in and out of her in perfect rhythm from opposite ends of her body, and she couldn’t help but enjoy herself in the sensation of being so filled up everywhere. Her tongue swirled and played with Edwin’s cock, and she could smell herself on him mixed in with his own scent, making her head go dizzy with such heady scents.
Joe began to suck on her tits, driving her even more wild. “My dad’s right, you’re just a whore, aren’t you?” He said against her chest, and she couldn’t quite find the right words to say to him, especially with her current state of mind.
“I’m going to cum from your greedy pussy.” Joe said, and she felt herself tighten as she squeezed onto him, practically milking his cum out.
“Look at me, you whore.” Edwin said as he grabbed her chin, tilting her forward to look up at him. She followed his instructions, staring up at him with one teary eye as he intently glared down at her. They continued to saw back and forth a few times before Joe came, letting her feel his dick slam into her a final few times before he collapsed on top of her.
“Suck harder.” Edwin commanded. She was finally able to fully focus on his dick, and she did as she was told, playing with the head of his cock so much that he couldn’t help but groan his release as well.
His hot sperm pushed into her throat, and she swallowed greedily before he let her go completely. He collected himself for a few seconds before undoing the tie and letting her hands free. He grabbed her chin and made her stare up at him. “You okay?” He asked, in the most gentle voice she had heard since she met him. She nodded, and he walked off.
She thought he was gone for good, but he came back with a wet towel, and began to clean her pussy up. She looked down in amazement, and wasn’t sure what to say as he focused on his job. Her thighs were quivering, and all she could do was stay still.
“This is how you take care of a woman after you have your way with her, son.” Edwin explained. Joe nodded as he leaned back against the bed once more. “You should be able to sleep now, Helen.” She realised at once that she was incredibly sleepy for the first time in a while, and couldn’t wait to sink into bed, even if it wasn’t her own.
“Goodnight, Edwin.” She said, and turned to face Joe. “Do you still want me to stay here tonight?”
Joe seemed to really think about it, but finally pulled her against his chest. “This has been weird for the both of us, but I don’t know. I still really like you.” He admitted.
Her world seemed to stop. She couldn’t believe she could be this lucky. Could she possibly have both of them? “I still really like you, too.”
“Let’s sleep now.” Joe said, and began to pet her belly again, letting them both fall asleep together.