The front door slams downstairs. Marie’s gone. Just Emma and me. My cock throbs huge in my pants. Her pussy was soaking earlier, lips glistening. No one’s here to stop us. I know I’ll crack. But not her way. I grab control.
Before she moves, I say cool as ice: ‘Emma, listen. No words. Stand up. Bend over your desk. Wait.’ She hesitates, eyes wide. ‘Or I leave.’ Bluff, but she buys it. She bends, skirt hikes, panties slip to mid-thigh. Bare pussy peeks, pink and wet. Fuck.
Seizing Control
I kick the stool away. Stand behind her perfect ass. ‘Arch more.’ She does. I lift her skirt, expose those firm cheeks, tight asshole, slick slit. Hands knead her flesh. Soft. Ripe. She moans low.
Kneel. Yank panties down, off her ankles. Legs spread wide on instinct. Her cunt’s mine. Lips touch wet folds. Taste her juice, tangy sweet. Tongue dives in, laps her clit. She purrs, bucks. I devour, suck her lips, probe deep. She’s fire, close to exploding.
Phone rings. Shit. ‘Yes, Mom?’ Marie. I freeze. Tempted to keep licking while she talks. Risky. She plays it: ‘Laurent’s great, teaching me stuff.’ Double meaning. ‘Take your time, we’re not done.’ Brat.
I stand, cock raging. No condom. Pride stops me asking. Hand on her back, pins her. Two fingers slam her sopping hole. Easy glide, molten hot. She yelps. Pump slow, then fast. Pussy squelches, grips. She claws desk, screams orgasm. Body shakes, floods my hand. Real deal.
Exploding in Ecstasy
She’s panting. I’m bursting. ‘Kneel. Suck me.’ She drops, eyes hungry. Grips my thick shaft. Mouth engulfs, tongue swirls. Pro. Hollows cheeks, slurps deep. I thrust, hit her throat. Balls tighten. Grab head, unload. Spurts coat her tongue. She swallows, licks clean. Starves for more.
She slips panties in my pocket. ‘Don’t lose them. I’ll get ’em back.’ Whispers hot. Bolts to bathroom. I dress, bail before Marie returns. Home, whisky in hand, sniff her panties. Musk hits. Hard again. Stroke to her scent.
Marie calls. ‘How’d it go?’ Vague answers. She hints: ‘Emma needs framing.’ Laughs. Suspect she’s in on it. Dodge more lessons.
Morning MMS. Unknown: Pussy pic. ‘Where are my panties?’ Emma. Ignore. Daily nudes come. Swollen lips, shaved slit, fingers spreading. Zoom: her mole, clit peek. Print ’em. Jerk to her every day.
Week later, crack. Text: ‘Your panties wait at mine. Tomorrow 10 AM.’ ‘I’ll come get them.’ Game on.