It was a night like any other. My wife thought I was working late, but really I was with Charlotte; my Mistress. This affair had been going on for three or four years now, ever since I met Charlotte at my gym. Her curves had caught my attention when she bent over to pick up her water bottle. Then later, we made eye-contact as she ran on the treadmill. That was the moment I realised this woman would be my Mistress. Not only did she have a stunning body, but it was clear that she was into me as well. Now, years later, I was once again making love to her.
I always loved these tits. And why not, given that I had paid for the implants? The bright pink lingerie was most likely paid for with my money as well, not that it mattered. I had plenty to invest in this beautiful woman and the return was well worth it. The way she moaned like a bitch in heat when I kissed and teased her nipples, the way she whispered her dirty talk into my ear. She was the perfect woman and she was all mine.
"I can't stay the night." I sighed, regretfully.
She smiled, unbuttoning my shirt. "Then you better make me cum my brains out in record time."
God I loved her. There was no other way to say it. My wife, as lovely as she was, would never say something like that. Sex with Kiera was a rarity, but when we did have it she treated it like a duty, a chore that needs to be done. Charlotte, on the other hand, loved it. Her body was made for sex and she enjoyed every moment of it. She especially loved my cock, practically worshipped it. Some nights, she would pleasure herself while sucking me off and still reach three or four orgasms before I was spent. One time, she even came as I shot my load down her throat. Nothing Kiera could do would compare to the pseudo-godhood I felt fucking Charlotte.
As usual, Charlotte dropped to her knees before me and began sucking my cock. She always said it was to get me nice and hard, but we both knew I was already rock solid. One hand grasped my cock, while the other slipped between her legs. I moaned first, as she wrapped her lips around the head of my hardness, then she moaned as her fingers pushed inside of her already wet pussy. It was a contest she never winned, trying to make me cum first. She picked up the pace, bobbing her head up and down while her tongue got to work like an artist's brush against a canvas. But just like always, she came before I tipped the edge.
I watched her bask in her orgasm. "Time to go for the record."
Her face lit up as she got up and, slightly shaky on her feet, moved to position on the bed. As she spread her legs for me, I tore open the condom I had prepared. As incredible as Charlotte was, this entire secret affair would come crashing down if a pregnancy entered the picture. But the decrease in sensitivity hardly mattered. In this position, Charlotte would cum more times than either of us cared to count, each orgasm making her pussy clench around my cock like she was pulling me in deeper. As she wiggled her hips playfully, I moved behind her and gently pressed my cock inside and savoured the little squeak of pleasure she always made for me.
"Are you ready?" I teased, stopping halfway.
She didn't answer, instead pushing her hips backwards and impaling herself the rest of my length. We both moaned in unison as she took control, rocking back and forth. But then I took the reigns once more. My hands rested on her hips and she let me take over for her, thrusting inside with a passion that no other woman could instill in me. She was all mine and she loved it.
Her second orgasm of the night happened less than three minutes later. But once that climax came, she became more sensitive and was soon hitting crescendo after crescendo, filling the room with her moans of pure ecstacy. I wouldn't last much longer. But as I felt the cusp of my own orgasm approach, a darkness filled my vision and I felt a strange pulsing sensation deep inside of me before passing out on the bed, a feeling of emptiness developing between my legs.
The next sensation I felt was a weight on my chest as the morning sun entered the room and forced me from unconsiousness. Absent-mindedly, I brought a hand slowly up to investigate what was resting on me, only the find a mound of flesh, as well as the sudden shiver of pleasure it created throughout my body. My eyes shot open in surprise, an unmistakably female gasp escaping my lips as the sight of two large breasts filled my vision. Long blonde curls of hair rested on my shoulders. And just beyond the mounds of flesh in my hands, I could see the hairless, smooth legs and a tight wet pussy between them.
Hello readers!
I just wanted to take a bit of time to thank everyone for liking and commenting on my work so far. I've got some big plans with this series and will be needing all the input I can get!
This series will be somewhat interactive, because I have quite a few ideas of where to take it and can't decide between them. So please comment on this post with ideas and opinions on the direction of this series. Who could be behind this? Is it temporary or permanent? How much will our protagonist continue to change?
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