I gasped for air and aggressively attacked his spasming cock as it continued to sputter out his semen. I licked and sucked on his cock like a cheap whore. We were now both moaning in pleasure and gasping for air.
Mr. Graham stepped back and we locked eyes. I could see the surprise on his face, or was it shock? I licked my lips and fingers clean as we stared at each other. I reached for his hand and used his finger to scoop up some of the cum on my face and put it in my mouth. I instinctively sucked his finger. My rebellious streak was letting him know, “Yes, I do know what to do.”
Without being asked, I continued to lick his limp cock clean. I could tell he wasn’t expecting this. I looked up at him, my face covered in a mixture of saliva and cum, and gave him a sly smile, letting him know that his secret was safe with me. I remained topless on my knees as he stepped back, pulled up his pants, and left the room.
He never said a word to me other than those words that still haunt me today, “You know what to do.” I think of him every time a guy says those words to me. I think they are engraved in my mind.
I stayed in the basement for a long time, cleaning up and trying to compose myself. I thought about what had just happened. Did I just have sex with Mr. Graham? It was so surreal. Before that day, Mr. Graham was the last man on earth I thought I would ever have sex with. What would I say to Lindsay?
I was hoping to sneak out of the house, but as I was going up the stairs, Mrs. Graham saw me and insisted I stay for dinner. OMG, can this day get any worse? I ended up sitting across from Mr. Graham at the dinner table. We made eye contact numerous times throughout the course of the meal. I have to admit I had a tingling feeling as we locked eyes. We both just carried on as usual, just like nothing ever happened. As I was eating, I couldn’t help but think how just minutes ago I had Mr. Graham’s cock in my mouth. What would Mrs. Graham think? I couldn’t help but lick my lips when Mr. Graham looked at me from across the table. Yes, I can be very naughty.
I never said anything to Lindsay or anyone else about my adventure. I just told Lindsay I had fun with my guy, and he left out back.
After that encounter, I never went back to Lindsay’s house.
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The second encounter
Fast-forward about five years.
My parents were known for their parties. They always had parties in the basement recreation room since I was a small child. I didn’t socialize with them, as it was an older crowd of church people. My role was upstairs in the kitchen, preparing appetizers and drinking wine.
During one of those parties, Mr. Graham came upstairs into the kitchen to see me. It was later in the evening, and it was obvious he had been drinking. I had a few glasses of wine myself.
I was standing at the sink when he sneaked up behind me and grabbed me around my waist. He held me tight and whispered that he had missed me coming around the house. I just giggled nervously. His grip tightened and his hands moved up, cupping my breasts. He commented on how I had filled out nicely and had become a sexy woman. I struggled to free myself, but he was much stronger. Then, as he pressed his groin into my ass and whispered that he had been thinking of me. He said he wanted me badly.
I have to admit I thought about our previous encounter a lot also. It was so taboo, so wrong, yet it was very hot. Yes, I masturbated many times as I replayed it over in my mind. Mr. Graham actually wasn’t bad looking. I did recall his massive cock.
Him telling me that he had been thinking of me and that he wanted me was very arousing. It was stirring up all kinds of emotions in me. He continued to run his hands over me, sliding a hand down the top of my dress, pinching my nipples, then down and up my dress as he continued to rub his groin on my ass. I let my head fall back onto his shoulders as he continued to grope me up against the kitchen counter. I could feel his cock digging into my ass. I was weak. The wine had liberated me… I reached behind to rub his crotch through his pants. The thought that his wife, my parents, and all those church people were in the house only made it more erotic and exciting. The risk of getting caught was thrilling. Imagine if all those old church people knew Mr. Graham was groping me. Mr. Graham was a risk-taker and sexually aggressive. He was in control, and that aroused me to no end.