“Poor old man,” she teased, dancing forward and running a finger tantalizingly down his chest. “I guess I’ll just have to take a raincheck.”
She turned, grinning at him as he moved to follow, the two heading for the side door.
“I know that you like your anonymity,” he said as he opened the door for her. “But you’re more than welcome to come with me and meet my wife. She really would eat you up.”
“That… sounds really fun,” she said, and actually considered taking him up on the offer for a bit.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he said, shaking his head. “Just keep the offer in mind. I know she’d love to meet you.”
“I appreciate it,” she said. The knowledge that he’d been able to sense her hesitation at the idea was comforting, and she began to feel even more at ease with him.
“We all really enjoy you being here,” he said, pushing the door shut behind them and locking it with his keys.
“So do I,” she replied. “I know how much of a slut that makes me, but… I just can’t get enough. I’ve been wanting to tell you thank you for letting me do this for a while now, but I know how weird it sounds thanking you for letting me anonymously suck cock every weekend at your sex club.”
He chuckled and nodded as he escorted her to her car. “Well, it might not sound like a compliment, but you give the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. And bear in mind, this is coming from a man that’s been swinging for many years.”
She smiled, proud of herself, even though she knew how ridiculous it was for her to be so. “Some girls might be offended by that, but not me,” she said at length. “At this point in my life, that’s just about the sweetest thing anyone could say to me.”
They approached her car and she unlocked it with the key fob, then turned and smiled provocatively at him.
“I have to admit that you make me feel like a young man again,” he said. “I find myself looking forward to the weekends more than normal.”
“Aww,” she said, amused and touched at the same time. “That’s so sweet. You really miss having your yummy cock in my slutty little mouth that much?” she asked, hoping to convince the aforementioned organ to come back and play again.
“Oh, I think about it about a dozen times a day,” he admitted with a chuckle.
“Aww,” she said again, and frowned in sympathy. “You know…” she said, looking back up at him with a renewed smile a moment later. “I have an idea.”
“Oh dear,” Dr. Sanderson said, and smirked at her.
“As a way of saying thank you,” she began after giggling at his reaction. “I’ll happily come by your office anytime you just can’t stand it and need to make use of my mouth again. I always want another load of cum.”
“God… that might actually kill me,” he said with a laugh.
She grinned at him and held her gaze on him for a few more moments, studying him to see if he was open to the idea or if she’d just crossed a line. She threw caution to the wind and decided to go with it.
“Give me your cell phone,” she said, holding out her hand.
He quickly reaching into a pants pocket and pulled it out, offering it to her after unlocking it, a bemused grin on his face. She stepped up close to him as she started to add herself to his contacts, then playfully offered his phone back once she’d finished.
“Text me anytime you need me,” she said. “If I’m not busy with something else, I’d be happy to take care of you.”
He took the phone back and slid it into his pocket, smiling widely as he did so.
“Are you sure you don’t need to fuck my face before you go?” she asked, still hovering intimately closely to him. “It’s been almost an hour since I’ve had a cock in my mouth and I’m about to burst from all this pent-up sexual energy.”
In response, he stepped forward, pushing her back a step and guiding her with his right hand. The move made her turn, pushing her back against the door of her car as he slid his hand under her skirt and between her legs before she even knew what was happening. His fingers deftly plunged into her aching pussy, still soaked from her earlier efforts and almost howling for attention. Her knees went weak as he started to pump, the muffled, wet slurping sound of his fingers plunging into her pussy barely audible.
“I can’t very well leave you in such dire straits, can I?” he said lowly.
Her hands went up to grab at his shirt, steadying herself as she spread her legs more to give him better access.
She wanted him to spin her around, yank her skirt up, and slam his cock home to cure the aching need she was feeling. He wasn’t, though, and she even considered turning and presenting herself for him to take. That might have crossed a line with his wife, and however unlikely that idea was, she knew she couldn’t chance it. She would take what she could get by way of attention.
Grunting as her pleasure was massaged higher and higher, she looked up at him in desperation and adoration in the heat of the moment, silently begging him to continue.
“There’s a good girl,” he said, smiling as she felt the orgasm finally arriving, her pussy clamping down angrily on his delightful fingers. She felt her knees give out, but then realized he was holding her up, his free hand easily supporting her.
Staring up at him, a brazenly wanton look on her face as her pleasure boiled over, she whimpered weakly in his grasp as his fingers began to slow. Her orgasm was brief but powerful, and she knew that she would have done anything he’d asked of her in that moment, no matter how freaky or crazy.
A few more seconds passed before he gingerly let her go, his hand sliding from between her legs. She was still regaining her senses and focus as she watched, his fingers rising up and sliding into his mouth where he sucked them clean of her ooze.
“Fuck… you taste like fucking nectar,” he grunted, stepping back as she gripped the car handle behind her to keep from sliding to the ground.
A few more seconds passed before she was able to open the door, sliding in and turning to regard him as she continued to recover.
“Better?” he asked, smiling widely as he peered in.
“Much,” she said, grinning weakly for a few seconds. “Are you sure I can’t suck your cock again?”
He laughed, stepping back and offering a wave. “As much as I would love that, I think I still need time to recover, gorgeous. I’m gonna leave before you get me in trouble, ‘Mystery-Girl,'” he said, then blew her a kiss before turning and heading toward his own vehicle.
“Bye, Dr. Sanderson,” she called, forcing herself to calm down and stop trying to seduce the poor man.
She shut her door and started the car, taking a few minutes to recover from her much-needed release. She hoped that Dr. Sanderson took her offer seriously and would message her so that she could repay the favor.
Still, though… as nice as the orgasm had been, she still felt that aching need to have a cock filling her still-hungry pussy. Something just made it feel like the orgasm wasn’t as fulfilling as it should have been. Once again, the thought popped into her head, refocusing her on the real objective. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“Dane had better fucking be there,” she said.
When she pulled in around midnight, she was irritated to see that his vehicle wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Still, she held out a little hope that he was there without his truck, for whatever mysterious reason. She had her answer when she went upstairs and peeked in his room. Irritated, she immediately took a shower and rinsed off, then went to bed. As soon as she hit the sheets, she started playing with herself, bringing herself to orgasm in just a few minutes, but the pleasure was fleeting and left her feeling even more wanton, as she had after Dr. Sanderson had given her a release a little while earlier.
Her dreams were filled with sex that night. There were dozens of different sizes and shapes of dicks tormenting her fitful rest. She saw Keith’s, Dr. Sanderson’s, Duncan’s massive member, even Dane’s and Pastor Dickhead’s. They came at her all together as well as individually. She was being impaled relentlessly or having them savagely rammed down her throat only to have the organs drifting away from her seconds before the orgasm.
The next morning me she woke feeling like she hadn’t slept much at all and highly irritated. After pulling on a pair of panties and a long night shirt, she went downstairs to get a bite to eat and retreat back up to her room to get more rest.
Thankfully, the kitchen was empty when she got downstairs, and she busied herself with cutting up a bowl of fruit. As she grumpily cut and sliced her breakfast, she couldn’t stop thinking about cocks. There was a parade of very familiar penises gallivanting around in her head. There didn’t seem to be anything she could do to stop thinking about all the different cocks she’d gotten to see or play with.
“Mornin’,” her dad said a minute into her angry breakfast-making session.
She grunted in response and barely acknowledged him, not wanting to open that particular book of taboo thoughts in her current state.
“Long night?” he asked.
“Just tired,” she mumbled, and yawned as she glanced back.
His warm hands moved to her shoulders and began to rub, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from within as she paused cutting the last piece of fruit.
“You work hard last night?” he asked. “I heard you get in kinda late.”
“Mmm,” she confirmed, nodding her head as he kneaded at her muscles.
“Well,” he began, and stepped up close to wrap her in a hug. “Don’t work let them work you too hard, honey. I just wanted you girls to get a job to keep you busy and teach responsibility. You don’t have to work forty hours a week or anything.”
The constant barrage of dicks that she was unable to stop picturing had all but ceased the moment he moved up behind her, his decidedly masculine form pressing against her backside. She could feel the strength in his arms as they squeezed around her. His presence was comforting, and yet wasn’t at the same time. His ever-present scent was calming, but the subtle nudge of his bulge pushing against one of her butt cheeks was claiming all of her attention.