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Sexy, slutty and eighteen (Wishes For my Wife)
🕑 Added 2022-10-11 12:11:51 +0000 UTCThis chapter continues from here.
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Tom knew what he wanted but he felt a little guilty about wanting it. He wanted her younger. They had met in their teens and he often looked back at pictures of those times. He found it incredible at that time that such a gorgeous woman would be into him. Time had shown him that, of course, she would have been into him but he was a long way from the awkwardness of youth.
There was something else that came up from those times. He hadn’t been one of the cool kids and like many other guys, he had lusted after the popular trendy girls. He saw them as beautiful and sexy but he got frustrated seeing them only with the cool, sporty, arrogant guys.
Again, he knew that the reality of it was that he was awkward and young but he still remembered those girls and those feelings. Now, faced with power, he could live out that fantasy. He couldn’t go back in time or make himself different, at least, as far as he was aware he couldn’t but he could play out the fantasy of having the sexy popular girl. To top it off she could be the cutest, slutiest girl that adolescent Tom could have hoped for.
“I wish she was a sexy, slutty, eighteen-year-old popular girl.”
Thump. His head hit the desk. This had the side effect of snapping him out of the unconsciousness brought about by the shift. She put his hand to his injury and shouted out in pain. Speedy footsteps could be heard running up the stairs. “Are you okay?” came the garbled cry of worry from the young woman who had burst into the room.
Tom looked at her. It was Sarah but it somehow wasn’t. There was a definite hint of her features but this girl was just a little more conventionally attractive. She had dyed red hair, a cropped, off-the-shoulder peasant girl top and a pair of retro-style hot pants that had made a comeback. Her lips were shiny light pink and a little sparkly from the gloss she had on. Her body was lithe and her breasts moved freely in the loose-fitting top.
“Baby, are you okay? You are just staring,” she said, walking over and bedding forward to look at him which gave him a lovely view of her chest.
“Yes, I bent forward to pick something off the floor and banged my head on the desk quite hard,” he said to excuse what had just happened.
“Poor baby, let me kiss it better for you.” He bent forward and she took his head and gave it a soft kiss where he had banged it.
Tom almost felt like he was doing something wrong as he put his hands on her slender waist and pulled her to him. She giggled as she climbed onto his knee. He stuck his finger into her top and easily exposed her breast. “You are such a dirty old man,” she said, softly as he reached up to grab one of her tits.
“That’s why you ran off with me.” He realised that he was still married to her, just. They had eloped not long after her eighteenth birthday. She was now the daughter of an old friend. Well, a former friend now. Running off with a man’s eighteen-year-old daughter was not the best way to maintain a friendship. They had both been impulsive when she had drunkenly come on to him at her eighteenth birthday party. He had fucked her in her bed while the party for her went on downstairs. After that, she had confessed that she had loved him for a long time but knew that he wouldn’t have done anything when she was a child. Now she was an adult she had decided to take her chance and confess. It had gone well and the pair ran off to get married the summer before she started university. Her family had not taken it well.
“I loved you since I was little. I didn’t know you would be such a perv for a young innocent girl like me.”
“Innocent? I wasn’t your first by a long shot.”
“But you’re my best. That has to count for something,” she teased as she pressed her lips to his, her mouth soon opening as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Tom relished the feel of her firm, young breasts for a moment before slipping his hand between her legs. His fingers slipped under the hem of the leg of her shorts and found a naked wet pussy underneath. “Already wet?”
“I might have been playing with myself when I heard you go bang.” Her hips were making little circles as he rubbed his fingers against her slit.
“You are always playing with yourself,” he commented.
“And you love it. What’s the point of living with you if I can’t masturbate anywhere I want to in the house? It’s like, the best thing about not being in halls.”
“You couldn’t be in the halls anyway. Your daddy cut you off.”
“My daddy doesn’t fuck me as well as you do,” purred Sarah. Tom raised an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes, “I’m joking, jees. Daddy was a much better fuck,” she added with a grin and tried to get away. The couple tussled together for a moment playfully but it soon turned back into a makeout session.
Tom stood up, putting Sarah on the floor. “Hand’s on my desk,” he told her. She eagerly obliged and waved her butt at him in anticipation. She yelped as he roughly pulled down the shorts and pulled them off her feet before relishing the view as he spread her ass cheeks apart before burying his face into it.
“Oh my fucking god, yes,” Sarah groaned as she pushed her ass into his face. “I love it when you eat my ass.” She rested on the tabletop and gripped the far edge.
Tom had to hold onto her hips to stop them from snaking away. He pulled his head back and gave her a firm smack on her wriggly bottom. “Ah! Yes! Are you going to fuck me, daddy?”
It stood to reason that an eighteen-year-old woman who was attracted to a forty-year-old man would have some daddy issues. They always seemed to come out when he got dominant. He found it amusing that he knew that, this in many ways being the first time he had slept with her.
He was going to fuck her. She was his perfect trendy girl and he was going to fuck her like he had imagined fucking all the cool girls back in the day. He pulled down his trousers, his cock as hard as a rock and, using his thumb to pull her exposed pussy lips apart, he slid his dick into her pretty pink pussy. “Yes, daddy,” she groaned and he held himself inside her for a moment enjoying the feeling of penetrating this slim young woman.
He didn’t wait long. They both wanted him to fuck her so he pulled out a bit, grabbed her hips and slammed into her cute backside. His hands held her firmly as he began to slam into her. She cried out and squirmed as he ruthlessly fucked her. She was an energetic sort and even when getting fucked she couldn’t stay still. “Pull my hair,” she asked and he let go of her hips and gathered her hair so he was holding her ponytail. Heathen used it as leverage to continue fucking her.
He felt her pussy clamp on his dick but he was in a using mood and didn’t let up for her orgasm. Instead, he bent over her and reached around to grab her throat. She loved a little light choking. Nothing too hard but the feeling of his hand on her throat really got her off.
A little while later he could feel his orgasm rising so he returned his hands to her hips to really pull himself into her. Soon he was filling her with cum while she drunkenly giggled. Once he had unloaded he sat back in his chair and admired the aftermath of his actions. Her pretty rump was pink from having him slamming his hips against it and her pussy was leaking his cum while her slender legs shook a little. She was making happy humming sounds while she lay on his desk.
He pulled her onto his lap, just accepting the leaky mess she was making. She curled up and nuzzled his neck. “I love it when you get like that,” she said and kissed his neck.
“I don’t always have the energy but you were too enticing today.”
“Good to know. Maybe next time I want it like that I should hit you on the head first.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Spoilsport,” she giggled. “I don’t suppose you’d make me a toasted sandwich, would you? You made me hungry. I’ll totally suck your cock later if you do.”
“You’d suck my cock anyway to try and get another fuck out of me.”
“True but can I still get a cheese toasty?”
She was still useless in the kitchen. Tom found that strangely comforting. He wasn’t sure how long he would keep her like this but for now, he was keen to experience more of her.
Comments
Rasar
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Nice route and hot AF! I honestly prefer this to the QoS. That Patron is the GOAT
