Straight Female / 27
So I was 26 and in my first job after college when my roommate and I moved into a duplex so we could have a yard for her dog. Next door was a man who lived alone, he looked like a dad or granddad, gray hair and heavy in the middle.
One morning in the fall I got up to go to work and my car would not start and I was standing in the driveway with the hood up as if I knew what I was doing. He backed out of his driveway, and then stopped, and backed up and got out of his car and asked me what my problem was. I told him the car would not start, he fiddled with the key, checked it out, got his car up alongside mine, put the jumper cables on and it still wouldn't start. He figured I had an electrical problem.
By then I was late for work, he helped me push the car on to the street so my roommate could leave, and he offered me a ride to work, it was out of his way, but he took me and told me to be at the entrance to my building at six and he would pick me up. I didn't have any money to get my car fixed, so he gave me a ride all week, and during our rides into town I learned he was separated from his wife, he had three daughters and I told him about myself, and that I didn't have any money to fix my car.
At the end of the week I asked him how I could pay him, and he asked me if I could cook, a home cooked meal would be great. I confessed that the only thing I knew how to make was French Toast. So we agreed that on Sunday morning I would come over to his duplex and cook him French Toast.
It was colder than normal, I dressed for the weather, stepped next door, he had the ingredients, he asked me to set the table for him, and fix him coffee and orange juice, and bacon. As I was setting the table and I got close to him, he stared at my crotch and just said he bet I had a nice pussy, not to get offended, but a nice pussy was something to be proud of. He asked me to describe it to him, how was I dressed, did I let my pubes go wild or did I trim, was my pussy a nice clean slit or did I have curtains, did my pussy get wet fast or did I need a lot of stimulation, he was holding the waist of my jeans, he was serious and he asked me if he could look as he pulled my pants away from my waist.
He held my by the butt and told me to open my pants and let him look at my pussy. My breath was short and my heart was pounding, I couldn't say no and I opened my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down and he admired my pussy. He pulled me close and put his mouth and nose in me and smelled me with deep breaths, he had pulled my pants down to my knees and he stood me back from him holding on to my hips just looking at me, and then with his fingers he slowly touched me running his fingers around the outside of lips, then up the middle of my slit and he told me I had a real nice pussy and he was going to fuck me after breakfast.
I pulled my pants up and I messed up the French Toast I was so nervous, but he ate it anyway, he talked to me how important it was for a girl to know that she was going to get fucked, he figured a girl should get notice, that she should be fully prepared for his penis, that she should be fully conscious of what she was doing, that she was delivering her pussy up in return for sperm, and he was going to fill my pussy with sperm.
After we cleaned up, he took me back to his bedroom and asked me to get naked for him, so he could admire me. I stood totally naked in front of him, he asked me if I knew I was going to get fucked, and I was only able to answer in a whisper. He asked me if I wanted lots of sperm, because he hadn't fucked a girl in a while and he figured he had lots of sperm. I told him I would take his sperm, but I didn't know what a lot meant.
He undressed and I saw him naked, his penis was not hard and he told me to lay back on my back and open my legs so he could admire my pussy. He gently touched me and with his fingers he opened me and then he put his mouth on me and started to lick me while he ran his finger up between my butt and my slit, he would slow down and bury his face in me and breathe deep and he would stop and tell me that is the way that a woman marked the man, with her smell, so he would want to fuck her and not another woman.
When he moved up to get on top of me, he slowly sucked each of my nipples first and then laid his whole weight on me, and I felt his penis against me, I opened my legs as much as I could and I started to have an orgasm. I was losing control when I felt him split me open and I lost all control and went into this long orgasm, I kept trying to push him off, but he continued to penetrate me and started to fuck me with a lot of force, holding me so I couldn't move. When he finished and rolled off of me I was totally limp, all I could do was look at him.
I gave up all my freedom, I moved in with him, my roommate is worried about me, but I am beyond being able to be helped. My head tells me that I am foolish, sleeping with a married man, even if he is separated, but my heart and my body will not listen. He says that it is my smell that makes him want me, but it is his smell that makes me want him. He tells me in the morning what he is going to do with me that night and I spend all day thinking about it.
One morning in the fall I got up to go to work and my car would not start and I was standing in the driveway with the hood up as if I knew what I was doing. He backed out of his driveway, and then stopped, and backed up and got out of his car and asked me what my problem was. I told him the car would not start, he fiddled with the key, checked it out, got his car up alongside mine, put the jumper cables on and it still wouldn't start. He figured I had an electrical problem.
By then I was late for work, he helped me push the car on to the street so my roommate could leave, and he offered me a ride to work, it was out of his way, but he took me and told me to be at the entrance to my building at six and he would pick me up. I didn't have any money to get my car fixed, so he gave me a ride all week, and during our rides into town I learned he was separated from his wife, he had three daughters and I told him about myself, and that I didn't have any money to fix my car.
At the end of the week I asked him how I could pay him, and he asked me if I could cook, a home cooked meal would be great. I confessed that the only thing I knew how to make was French Toast. So we agreed that on Sunday morning I would come over to his duplex and cook him French Toast.
It was colder than normal, I dressed for the weather, stepped next door, he had the ingredients, he asked me to set the table for him, and fix him coffee and orange juice, and bacon. As I was setting the table and I got close to him, he stared at my crotch and just said he bet I had a nice pussy, not to get offended, but a nice pussy was something to be proud of. He asked me to describe it to him, how was I dressed, did I let my pubes go wild or did I trim, was my pussy a nice clean slit or did I have curtains, did my pussy get wet fast or did I need a lot of stimulation, he was holding the waist of my jeans, he was serious and he asked me if he could look as he pulled my pants away from my waist.
He held my by the butt and told me to open my pants and let him look at my pussy. My breath was short and my heart was pounding, I couldn't say no and I opened my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down and he admired my pussy. He pulled me close and put his mouth and nose in me and smelled me with deep breaths, he had pulled my pants down to my knees and he stood me back from him holding on to my hips just looking at me, and then with his fingers he slowly touched me running his fingers around the outside of lips, then up the middle of my slit and he told me I had a real nice pussy and he was going to fuck me after breakfast.
I pulled my pants up and I messed up the French Toast I was so nervous, but he ate it anyway, he talked to me how important it was for a girl to know that she was going to get fucked, he figured a girl should get notice, that she should be fully prepared for his penis, that she should be fully conscious of what she was doing, that she was delivering her pussy up in return for sperm, and he was going to fill my pussy with sperm.
After we cleaned up, he took me back to his bedroom and asked me to get naked for him, so he could admire me. I stood totally naked in front of him, he asked me if I knew I was going to get fucked, and I was only able to answer in a whisper. He asked me if I wanted lots of sperm, because he hadn't fucked a girl in a while and he figured he had lots of sperm. I told him I would take his sperm, but I didn't know what a lot meant.
He undressed and I saw him naked, his penis was not hard and he told me to lay back on my back and open my legs so he could admire my pussy. He gently touched me and with his fingers he opened me and then he put his mouth on me and started to lick me while he ran his finger up between my butt and my slit, he would slow down and bury his face in me and breathe deep and he would stop and tell me that is the way that a woman marked the man, with her smell, so he would want to fuck her and not another woman.
When he moved up to get on top of me, he slowly sucked each of my nipples first and then laid his whole weight on me, and I felt his penis against me, I opened my legs as much as I could and I started to have an orgasm. I was losing control when I felt him split me open and I lost all control and went into this long orgasm, I kept trying to push him off, but he continued to penetrate me and started to fuck me with a lot of force, holding me so I couldn't move. When he finished and rolled off of me I was totally limp, all I could do was look at him.
I gave up all my freedom, I moved in with him, my roommate is worried about me, but I am beyond being able to be helped. My head tells me that I am foolish, sleeping with a married man, even if he is separated, but my heart and my body will not listen. He says that it is my smell that makes him want me, but it is his smell that makes me want him. He tells me in the morning what he is going to do with me that night and I spend all day thinking about it.
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