That took her over the edge, and she started shaking, her orgasm coming hard and fast, sweat breaking out along her spine. I started pumping her ass hard, aiming to come fast, and within a few pushes, I did so, helped by her own spasms and the vibrations, my come spurting into her ass.
I fucked her for a few more strokes, and then pulled out, her asshole clenching shut behind me, and she collapsed onto the sofa. I went out to the stairs, pulled on my clothes – legs trembling a bit – and left, leaving her to her own devices.
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En route back to my place, my phone beeped with a new text: “You fucking bastard. You’ll pay for that tonight. I’m going to be so bad to you….”
I laughed to myself, and when I got back home, I texted back: “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
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I mooched around the house for the rest of the afternoon, not really doing much. I popped to the shops to get some bits and pieces for dinner, but that was about it. Just watched a movie, read some, and most importantly, enjoyed the piece and quiet without Daniel being around. At one point, I texted Simone to say “Thanks again for looking after Daniel all night. I hope he’s behaving himself. I’ll make it up to you soon.”
Later on, she came back: “How about Monday daytime? I’m off the afternoon to take Daniel to the dentist. Will drop him back at school. Can pop around afterwards?”
I replied “Can’t wait!”
A bit later, she also replied: “Me neither… Been thinking about how good you felt in me this morning. Hope you’ve got lube.”
Angela arrived about 5:30, bringing an overnight bag with her. “Planning on staying the night, are we?”, I asked, a smile on my face.
“Maybe. You bore me so badly, I’ll probably fall asleep on the sofa, and I hate having to drive home when I’ve already been asleep.”
“Oh, that’s OK, I’ll take you home. Mind you, you might enjoy that, judging by how much you enjoyed being taken by me earlier.”
She grinned at me, and came up to me to give me a hug, kissing my neck. “That was so good baby… I loved the way you just took me, used me for your own pleasure. I… I’m going to miss you while I’m away.”
I pulled her closer. “And me you Angela… And me you.” We kissed, passionately but not sexually, and then we went into the living room. I put some background music on, and we chatted, catching up on her move, her plans for the US, and so on.
At one point, the conversation dried up. She looked at me, slightly sad. “Listen, Andy. They’ve finally given me a definite date…. It’s only three weeks till I start.”
“Jesus, that came around quick.”
“I know baby. I’m so sorry.”
I pulled her into another hug. “Hey, now. It’s not your fault. We’ve discussed this. It’s absolutely the right thing to do, and it will be over quickly. Besides, if it’s only three weeks till you go away, then it’s not long before I get to come visit you there, and we get to have a holiday – of sorts – together.”
She kissed me. “Well, it’s three weeks till I start. I’m torn between leaving at the last minute and arriving jet-lagged, but having more time with you, versus leaving a few days earlier to give me time to recover, but that’ll mean less time with you.”
“And more time for me, Sam, and Simone,” I joked. “So where’s the problem?”
She slapped my leg. “You rotter.” She paused. “Would you mind if I left earlier? Seriously?”
“Of course not. There’s no point arriving and being half-asleep all the time.”
“OK, thanks baby. I’ll maybe leave on the Wednesday then. That’ll give me four days to recover and get my bearings.”
“OK. That’s sorted then. Let me know what time the flight is, and I’ll make sure I’ve not got any meetings arranged. I want to make sure you get on that plane and then I’m going to come a-running to one of my other ladies.”
She slapped my leg again, laughing gently with me. Then she pulled my arm around her shoulders, and just cuddled into me, both of us sitting in silence. I kissed the top of her head, thinking about how much I was going to miss her. Sure, it would be fun to have Simone and Sam around, but it wouldn’t be the same. I was very conflicted, as I guess most people are in this situation: should I keep quiet about how much I would miss her, to make things easier for her; or say something, and let her know that I really was going to miss her, but that would probably make things more difficult for her. On the other hand, if I didn’t say something about missing her, she might think that I wasn’t going to miss her at all.
Then she sat up. “Well? Isn’t it about time you started cooking?”
I stood up, and wandered into the kitchen. “Oh, it’s OK Angela, you just sit on your flabby ass. I’ll do all the work.”
She barked a laugh at me. “Can’t hear you. Must be all the hot air coming from the kitchen.”
I chuckled to myself whilst pouring some wine for us to drink. When I took it into the living room, Angela wasn’t there. I left the wine on the coffee table, figuring that she’d popped up to use the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she called again from the living room while I was preparing the food. “Andy, just one thing. We’re not having sex till we go to bed. And I mean after ten o’clock. Agreed?”
“Whatever,” I said, knowing that whatever her game was, she was sure to want sex before then.
I carried on chopping away. A little while later, I heard her come into the kitchen behind me. “Does this look OK, Daddy?” she said in a simpering voice.
I turned. Fuck me. She’d let her hair down, and was wearing a schoolgirl uniform. A short grey pleated skirt. Black pullover on top of a white blouse. Grey knee-length socks, and a black and yellow striped tie hanging inside the pullover. Black plain shoes. And I’m guessing a wonder-bra underneath it all, to judge by her more-than-usually prominent tits.
I stared, licking my lips, taking it in. She span quickly, letting the skirt flare out, exposing most of her toned thighs. “I think that will do fine,” I said, looking forward to where this was going to go.
She flounced her way over to me, looking at the ingredients. She picked up a carrot, sucking it into her mouth. “Mmm. I do like a nice hard carrot,” she said, staring at me innocently.
“That’ll be enough, young lady,” I said sternly, playing the game. “You’ll spoil your dinner if you eat any more.”
She pouted her lip, and flounced her way back towards the living room. But as she did so, she dropped her carrot. “Oops,” she said, as she bent over – ass towards me – to pick it up. She had a thong on, nicely framing the cheeks of her ass.
“Young lady!” I said.
She stopped dead, still bent over. “Yes Daddy.”
“What are you wearing?”
“I don’t know what you mean Daddy.”
“Where are the nice white knickers you’re supposed to wear with your school uniform?”
She straightened up and turned to face me, looking embarrassed. “I got them dirty, Daddy,” she said quietly.
“Dirty? How?”
“Daddy, don’t make me tell you.”
“How?”
“Please Daddy, it’s embarrassing.”
“Tell me now young lady.”
“Well… Daddy, please don’t be cross… I went for a lie down after school today, before you got in from work, and I had a dream, and it made my knickers dirty.”
“What sort of dream?”
“It was about you Daddy.”
“Me? What was I doing?”
“Oh, nothing Daddy! Honest. You were just giving me a hug and a kiss, like you always do. Well, lots of kisses actually.”
“And that made your knickers dirty?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Hmmm. I don’t really understand how that made your knickers dirty. But OK – just don’t let it happen again.”
“Oh Daddy, thank you.” She ran across to me to give her a hug, pressing her thigh between mine and her bra-enhanced breasts into me. “I thought you would be so angry,” she whispered.
“Well, normally, I would be, but I know you didn’t mean any harm, so it’s not a problem. Just make sure … make sure that you only wear these new knickers around Daddy.”
“You want me to wear them every time I’m around you, Daddy? But why?”
“Oh no, my little girl. I mean, if you HAVE to wear them, it should only be around me.”
“Oh Daddy. I’m so silly. I thought you wanted me to wear these all the time I’m at home. And I don’t have enough for that. I mean, you would have to take me shopping to get some more. Will you do that Daddy? Will you take me shopping and help me try on some new clothes? But I hate walking out of the cubicle into the main area, so you’ll need to come into the cubicle with me whilst I get changed. Would that be OK Daddy? Do you promise not to look whilst I try my new panties on?”
“Only if you’re good. You need to earn the right to have new clothes, you know that.”
“Oh I’ll be VERY good Daddy, just you wait and see.”
She bounced off to the living room again.
I carried on making dinner, a nice quick one from one of Nigella Lawson’s recipe books. Jesus, that Nigella is horny, I thought as I cooked. All flirty and dirty. Carrying some weight but carrying it well. Nice tits. And a lovely ‘posh-totty voice’. She could cook for me any time.
I served up, and carried the plates through to the living room. She was laying on the floor, reading a book, facing away from me on her front. Her legs were bent at the knees, feet in the air above her bum, thighs spread, and I could see the place where her thighs met
“Young lady, what did I tell you about keeping your legs together when you’re wearing a skirt?”
She leaped up, smiling secretly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I forgot. Will you punish me?”
“No, not this time, just sit and eat your dinner nicely.”
We sat at the dining table, and ate the meal, all the time play-acting. She spoke about what she was doing at school, what her friends were into, and then she spoke about Peter.
“… so when Simone and I met Peter after school on Tuesday, we – ”
“On Tuesday? But you said you were at piano practice.”
She caught on quick. “Oh! I was Daddy. Honest!”
“So when did you meet Simone and Peter?” I liked the way she’d brought them into it, and wondered where she would go from here.
“Oh… er… Well… Before the lesson. They came with me.”
“They went with you?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“But when I picked you up, you were alone.”
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