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Published by Lizzy Elliot at Lot’s Cave
Big Brother's Unfinished Business With Me, © 2017, by Lizzy Eliot
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Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
The guy I brought home from work, a loading dock hunk named Dave, was just a little treat for me—an afternoon delight to solve my bad case of horny.
It was Friday morning and we got the word that we’d have the afternoon off for some kind of safety inspection. That was perfect. So was Dave. He wasn’t the smartest guy at the factory, but he was nicely built… a big guy with hard muscles that looked like he might give a girl plenty of pleasure. Best of all I knew he was happily married and that meant he wouldn’t want more from me than hot sex. I didn’t want complications. I just wanted a hot fuck.
With the afternoon off coming as a surprise that meant no one would be at home at my house and he’d have free time his wife wouldn’t know about. With that in mind, as soon as I had an excuse to go out to the loading dock, I got close to him, like close enough to rub myself against his crotch, and made an indecent proposal. “How about coming home with me this afternoon for a hot fuck?”
“I shouldn’t,” he said, looking stressed.
“Because you are married.”
He nodded. No one was around, so I ran my hand over his crotch. “Something tells me you want to though. And it’s so much more exciting to do the things you shouldn’t do.” I had him sweating and shaking, so I backed off and gave my lips a slow lick. “Come over and I promise that we will do a lot of things we shouldn’t do—that’s my specialty, Dave. I’ll make you explode and then, if you can get it up again later, maybe we can have a great time repeating all our mistakes.”
I’m good at making my point, and sure enough that afternoon we were naked in my bedroom. He was tanned and when I wrapped my fingers around his swelling prick I was rather pleased. He was nicely equipped. A promising stud.
As I knelt down and licked the lovely big head of his cock, listening to his soft moan of pleasure, I knew I had told Dave the truth. He wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t all that special. What was special was that fucking a married guy was wrong. Bringing him into my parents’ house and sucking his cock, doing all sorts of nasty with him, was something I shouldn’t do. That made it hot and exciting.
As I took him in my mouth and sucked him, Dave trembled. His hands were on my head, playing with my hair. The way he was responding I figured the odds were his old lady didn’t blow him at all. She was probably a nice girl, his wifie, and a nice girl shouldn’t suck a guy’s dick. Some bitches don’t want to do it at all, and nice girls don’t suck cock on the first date. Fortunately I’m not nice. That gives me advantages over a lot of girls. It’s just a fact. When you are naked with a guy, nice is not the quality he’s looking for.
Steve was getting into the program and moving his hips, fucking that big cock into my mouth. His balls touched my chin and I reached up to grab them, cradling those sweet, delicate man eggs. “Fuck,” he moaned, shooting a hell of a lot of creamy cum into my mouth. I pulled back and he squirted it over my face. I was stroking him with one hand, caressing his balls with other, and smiling up at him as I licked his cum from my face.
He smiled down at me. “Time for a visit to ladyland,” I told him. I got up on the bed and lay on my back, legs apart, knees drawn up, and started rubbing my pussy. “This sweet spot needs a little kissing,” I told him.
Dave was happy to oblige. From the first lick—a long run of his hot, snaky, wet tongue up through my pussy, I was sure he’d be decent at this. He held my ass cheeks and buried his face in my cunt and he licked the sweet, pink, tender flesh of my cunt. Then he let go of my ass and wormed fingers inside my love canal. That felt good enough that I was wiggling my ass, writhing under him.
He got into it, working his mouth and hands on me, and in me. I was liking this a lot, arching my back and moaning with very real pleasure. Arousal works like fire in me… you start with a little kindling and ignite it and if conditions are right, it begins to spread, becoming a rampaging wildfire. Eventually that fire reaches the explosives inside me. It was happening now, and all my nerve endings went on high alert. When trapped my clit and began torturing his prisoner I went off. I was digging my heels into his back and that tongue of his seemed to reach up inside my head.
When the room stopped spinning and my breathing got normal again, I looked through the misty haze to see him looking at me, while stroking my rounded belly. His prick looked hard again and when I reached for it I found it properly rigid and suitable for being stuffed inside a pussy. So I told him so.
“I want this inside me,” I said. I rolled over, getting on my knees and reaching down to spread my pussy open, just to make sure he got the hint. He got on his knees behind me, put one hand on my ass and used the other to aim his cock, poking it between my pussy lips. I pushed my hand back to feel that lovely spot where I can touch a cock moving inside me and feel my own pussy as well.
I thought he’d take me slow, but he drove it in hard, and I cried out—not complaining, just surprised. He was banging me hard, rocking my bed as he fucked my pussy. I was making all sorts of happy noises, squealing each time he stuffed that shaft balls deep inside me. I had needed a good fuck. Well, I can almost always use a good fuck.
“Oh shit, I’m coming,” he moaned.
I’d hoped he’d last longer, but I was getting reamed nicely and he’d made me come, so I just reached back for that little ball sack again and held it as his throbbing cock pumped his seed into me.
Then he collapsed on the bed next to me. I rolled onto my side, to put my head on his chest and toy with his sticky, slimy, shrinking cock. Suddenly there were footsteps in the hall and Dave tensed. “Relax,” I told him. “It’s just my parents coming home.”
Their voices were muffled as they went into the living room and Dave did relax, but the magic was gone. “You’d better go now,” I told him. It wasn’t that I was satisfied, but having parental units around can cramp your style. I like to scream when I come. I like to shout nasty things.
Dave did as he was told, getting up from the bed, and collecting his clothes. I watched, noting that he did have a decent body. “Next time….” I said, licking my lips.
His eyes flickered. “Next time?”
“Maybe you can get us a room. Then we could do all sorts of insane things we shouldn’t.”
He nodded, loving the idea. But I was just talking, giving him some hope. I wasn’t sure spending a night with Dave would get me where I wanted to be. He was okay, but a little too passive for my tastes. I’d hoped he’d turn a little more aggressive once we got naked. You never know about a guy. Still, he’d do in a pinch.
“So you’re Brewster’s friend?” Carla asked.
I let my eyes run over her lean body and nodded. “Since forever.” I was sitting in a straight backed chair and she was standing, facing me, leaning her sweet, curvaceous ass back against a cheap desk. The tight, short skirt she wore was perfect for that ass, those hips. And her tight sweater showed nice breasts. Se had to be about forty, which made her twelve or so years older than me, but she was still hot.