He slapped my ass with a loud pop and shoved his dick in my wet pussy. It slipped in quickly, sliding right into my g-spot. My pussy gripped his dick and immediately started milking it with my orgasm. I was cumming so hard I fell onto the arm of the couch. He took no mercy, shoving my legs together and straddling my ass, he pounded into me. He was going so fast. Smacking my ass cheeks together, gripping them and holding them apart. He grabbed my hips and drilled into me. “I’m going to cum” I scream again and came. This turned him on, making him fuck me harder, if that were possible. It felt so good. He slammed into my g-spot and I squirted cum everywhere. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat, cum, my juices, spit, but I was wet all over. My ass cheeks were red and shiny bouncing off his dick. I stood up and my foot slipped a bit. He pulled me up and pulled out of me. He walked around me and sat down on the couch.
He pulled me onto his lap and slapped both of my ass cheeks. “Get on, now” he said, pulling me over to him. I grabbed his dick and slipped it to my throbbing hole. I slid down on him slow, teasing him a bit, moaning the whole way down. He let his head fall back onto the couch and sighed loudly. He was loving this. I put my knees down on the couch and started to grind on him. His dick was all the way inside me. I was sliding back and forth on him, using my cum as a lube. “See, I can have an attitude . . . and handle dick” I say in his ear. He grabbed my hips tight and pulled my hips in circles. He leaned forward and buried his face in my neck. He started to pound into me. Then we heard a car door shut in the driveway. Mom was home! I jumped up, popping his dick out of me and took off down the hall, he ran into the bathroom and pulled his shorts on, making sure to pull his boner up in his waist band. I can’t believe mom was going to catch us! I wiped up and got dressed, kicking my underwear under the couch.
“Hey guys” mom said, walking in the front door. “The meeting ended early”. She sat down her bag on the chair and on the couch, right beside where I was just fucking her sweet husband. She looked over at the couch, “Why is this wet?” “Oh” Steve jumped in, grabbing paper towel from the bar in the kitchen and wiping it up” I spilled my drink. “Be more careful” my mom scolded and stood to walk upstairs. “I’m going to change” she said heading up the stairs. I looked at Steve. “That was close” I say, my heart beat racing. Did she know? Could she tell? I couldn’t decide. I stood by Steve at the kitchen counter. “I still want to cum” I said in his ear. I saw his dick twitch from his waistband. He pushed me away. “Stop” he said. “But daddy, I was so close. You were pounding me. My pussy was dripping for you. It was dripping on you. I want you. I want you in me. Please make me cum”. He bent me over the counter and shoved his hand in my shorts. He slipped two fingers in my pussy from behind and started wildly fingering me. He was going fast, slapping his palm on my ass cheeks. I bit my lips so I wouldn’t be loud. I lifted my leg so he could get deeper. “Yes Steve, please don’t stop, I’m going to cum”. He curved his fingers up and fingered my g-spot. I came in my underwear. His hand caught some of it, trickling down his fingers and into his palm. My white, milky fluid filling my panties. He slipped his hand out and walked to the sink to wash them. I readjusted my shorts and stood there like nothing happened.
He walked back to his side of the counter. “Aren’t you going to get cleaned up” he asked, looking at my breasts through my shirt. My nipples were hard from orgasming and standing out in attention for him. “There’s no need. I’m about to be wet again”. He looked at me with confusion. I dropped to my knees and pulled his waistband down. To my surprise, he gripped his hard dick and showed it to my mouth. I looked up at him and opened my mouth wide, slipping his dick in. I tasted my cum on him. It was salty and sticky, being cleaned by my mouth. I licked every tip and edge to get it all off. Then we heard mom coming down the stairs. I was on the opposite side of the bar, bent down so she couldn’t see me. He grabbed my hair and shoved me down harder on his dick. Yes, I love this. Mom walked into the kitchen. I was trying to be so quiet, slurping and bobbing on his dick. I gagged quietly at the very end of it. He cleared his throat. He loved it when I gagged. “What did you guys have for dinner, or have you eaten yet” she asked, messing with the dishes in the sink, it sounded like. “Nothing yet” he said, shifting his weight to turn more towards me. I started stroking his dick with one hand and grabbing his balls with the other.
“Where is Shawna” mom asked Steve. “She went upstairs I think” Steve said. He was breathing heavy and consistently moving, trying to be quiet. I looked at his toes and they were curled up. He was really trying to be quiet. I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth. We made eye contact and I gagged. This he really liked. He forced my head down and held it there, making me gag loudly. “What was that” mom asked. “Something outside . . . I think” he said. He started to move his hips slightly to rock with me, fucking my mouth. “Ah” he said, low under his breath. Mom walked up to the counter. She was about three feet from me, on the other side of the counter and I was mouth fucking my step-dad. He gripped the counter and cleared his throat. I felt that normal twitch from his dick and he started spilling his hot, salty fluid in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, making sure to stop and lick his dick clean. I sucked the last bit of cum from his dick tip and replaced it back in his shorts. I waited for mom to turn back to the sink. I stood up, “So what’s for dinner?”
PRIVA MELONS
Chapter One – The Oil
I popped the glove on my hand and reached for the other. “Completely under” I asked my dental assistant. I was going to be performing a procedure on the man laying back in my chair. “Good to go” she said, pulling her mask on her face. She was very pretty. She was a new graduate who had only been working with us for about three months. She was a fast learner. Her slick blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and hanging down her back. Her thick thighs and ass stood out from her hourglass figure and thin waist. Her teal blue scrubs complimented her deep tan. I admired her for a moment before leaning over to start the procedure. I sat in my chair and rolled up to the patient. I lowered the chair closer to the ground. I leaned over him. “Retractor” I said, reaching my hand out to my assistant, Gracie.
After the procedure I was standing in the hallway outside his room documenting how the procedure went. He was extremely giggly from the medicine and disoriented. The door opened and I could hear him hitting on Gracie. I laughed to myself. “Okay, Mr. Rogers, you be careful” she said, stepping out of the room. She looked at me and smiled. “Drugs” she said, rolling her eyes. She turned and bounced down the hallway, her ass shaking behind her in the scrub pants. I turned and placed his chart back on his door. “Hey” he yelled, calling me. I stepped into the room where another man was standing with him. “I’m sorry, that’s my brother” the man said, helping him stand up. “You did an awesome job on my mouth, I can’t even feel my teeth” he paused, then laughed hard. “No seriously” he said, pulling his wallet out. “Sir, I can’t” I said, waving my hand at him. “No, no, here. Take this” he said, reaching out to hand me a business card. I grabbed it. It read, “Priva Melons Massage Therapy” followed by a phone number. It was a sturdy, plain card. “She’s the best in town” he said with a wink and walking out with his brother. I chuckled at him and dropped the card in my coat pocket.
After my fifth procedure for the day, it was safe to say I was exhausted. My neck and shoulders ached from being bent over a chair all day. I sighed, setting at my desk to finish up paperwork. I pulled off my lab coat and laid it in the chair beside my desk. The business card from earlier fell out and landed in the floor. I bent over and picked it up, feeling a tightness in my shoulder. I thought about it. Why not? I called the number on the back of the card. “Hello” a beautiful voice said on the other end of the line. “Can I schedule a massage” I asked, rubbing my neck? “I’m open for the rest of the night” she said. “Oh, tonight” I asked? “Sure, I can be there at like eight o’clock tonight” I said, checking my watch. “See you then” she said and hung up the phone.
*****
I parked my car outside of a large building with lots of windows. There were a few cars in the lot. I walked up to the door and pressed the buzzer. The old, wooden door creaked when it came open. The inside was much different. It was clean, with white, tall walls and ceiling fans made from bamboo. The large desk had wooden trimming, standing bright in the middle of a small lobby. There were three chairs aligned along the wall to my right. “Hello” she said, standing behind the desk. She was a small, red haired woman with some sort of Irish decent, I believe. Her pale skin went perfectly with her freckles. She had a white, pretty smile to compliment her round face.
I walked over and sat in the middle chair of the three chairs. I looked around the large, clean lobby. It was really nice. My shoulders were a bit sore, so I was more than ready for this massage. She walked back to her desk. “What’s your name” she said, writing something down. ‘Will Taylor” I said. “Okay” She stepped out from around the desk. She had a thick ass and thighs with big tits and a thin waist. She was extremely sexy. “Right this way” she said, turning for me to follow her down the hallway. I walked down the long hallway, looking around at the pictures hanging on the wall. The receptionist motioned for me to walk in a dim room with a small light in the corner. It smelled like a mint-spice oil and there were warm, fresh, clean sheets on the bed. There was a petite brown-haired girl in the corner. She had a large ass and when she turned around, I could see her breasts under her V-neck shirt. Her breasts were beautiful. They were big, but not too big. They were perfectly round and perky. Her sweet little nipples poked through her shirt. They were plum and sat up, pointing straight on her chest. I could feel my dick rushing with blood as I looked at them. I tried to think about something else.