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You moved to King County for university, the small forgotten house in town owned by your family owned finally coming to good use. King County was just bordering the university’s taxing boundaries, so it benefited you, and you were not going to pay extra for small dormitories when you had this place.
It was small, but it was just for you.m, so there was nothing much to complain about. The water and gas lines were in working condition. A few outlets were fried, so you just avoided them and used the ones that did work.
After settling in and moving in all your stuff, you immediately went job scouting. The small settled town seemed to have a complete set of employees and no one needed the extra help. Until, you wandered in the bookstore to find a few textbooks the professors required and overheard a mother in desperate need of a babysitter after her last one cancelled minute. You introduced yourself to her, learning her name was Lori; she was wary at first but after meeting her son and seeing you two find an interest in bugs and superhero’s, she decided to give a try.
You babysat Carl that night while she and her husband, Rick took a much needed night off. Returning to a sleeping Carl and a devoted babysitter sitting on the rocking chair beside her sons bed, Lori discussed it wi the Carl, who was overly fond of you, decided to trust you and call you first every time they needed someone to watch Carl.
That was early June, now it was August. The first few days of the semester flew by quick, the load of work was thrusted on top of you, but you always made time for Carl.
Rick and Lori’s young marriage was slowly deteriorating, and you took every opportunity to shield Carl from witnessing his parents throw insults and harsh truths at each other. But when you left and he had to return home to a strained family, his heart sunk.
You had to assume Rick and Lori loved each other at some point; why else would they have gotten married? But, you really never understood how they began to start fall out of love.
Nor did you ever learn when Rick’s eyes began to wander over your figure. You caught him the first time on a hot Saturday day, when he had returned home for lunch from the station, and Lori was over at her friends Sarah’s. He sat down to eat his sandwich, joining you and Carl in the dining room as you two were putting together a puzzle of the map of the United States, Carl learned the capitals while simultaneously quizzing you in the history for your upcoming History exam. You had a made a joke and Carl laughed so hard he spilled his soda across the table. You sprung from your seat to grab the roll of paper towels. You returned and stretched across the table to stop the liquid from dripping onto the floor. Balling up the ten or fifteen paper towels, you wiped the table clean and straightened up, but not before you noticed Rick’s eyes on the back of your thighs from when your sundress had risen up. He took a sip from his drink and quickly looked away, as did you, never daring to bring it up.
You forgot about the incident until it happened again, and then again, and again. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. It’s why you continued to wear sundresses—it’s why you used Rick’s money to buy a new selection of short sundresses.
His glances to your bare legs then progressed to glimpses of your cleavage in those pretty accented sweetheart neckline of your dresses. You always knew he was staring because you skin would automatically burn with desire.
Sometimes you would use the Georgia heat as an excuse. You would toss your hair to the side to give him a view of your neck, or you would run your fingers through hair to make a ponytail to draw his eyes to your throat before dropping your hair and fanning yourself.
You were despicable. Yet, your mind couldn’t stop imagining every filthy scenario whenever you two held a conversation and the lust in his eyes never faltered.
His touches escalated faster than his sneaky glances at you. He started with safe touches to your shoulder and forearms, then his hands grazed your waist when he moved behind during the small get togethers he and Lori hosted once a month. Then, after Lori insisted you stayed for dinner, he brushed up against you as he helped you reach the glasses from the top cabinet. His body heat meeting yours felt so welcoming, but upon hearing Lori’s returning voice our heart sped up and almost dropped the pristine glassware. Rick, ever so cunning, moved away from you to take the chicken out of the oven and hide his smirk.
Time went on with you pining over the married man. He patted above your knee and your skin burned in the exact shape his fingers sprawled across your thigh. Your mouth salivated at the thought of his fingers gripping you tighter, or vice versa, you gripping his fingers tighter into you. After that you excused yourself with an excuse and hurried home to finger your self at the thought of Rick and then after you came you rubbed your clit harder at the thought of Rick stimulating you even harder you saw stars. You feel asleep with your hands between your thighs wishing it was Rick.
Days went on and the secret nonexistent adulterous affair continued: looks and small touches were all you two permitted yourselves. You knew Rick knew how much you wanted him, he was a cop for Christ’s sake; it didn’t take much to see a young tempting girl turning on to his every advance. He knew you would never take initiative, so he took it upon himself.
Presently, it was Friday night and the four of you chatted after dinner until dessert was served. Ice cream was served into individual mugs. You had strawberry ice cream with whipped cream and cherries.
He sparingly joined in the conversation, focusing on his attention on you: how you took small scoops into it spoon as a polite young lady and ate slowly, how you kept the spoon lingering on your tongue as you smiled at Carl who manage to get chocolate syrup on his nose. He watched your throat as you swallowed, wishing he was the next thing you tasted.
Once you finished, you licked lips and used your finger to wipe a few drops of melted ice cream and circle it back into your mouth, making deliberate eye contact with him as you sucked on your finger. you innocently smiled at him before turning to Lori and thanking her dessert again.
You offered to wash the dishes, Lori thanked you and said it was Carl’s bedtime. You poured at Carl and bid him goodnight and sweet dreams, waving him bye as he retreated to get him jammies.
Without another words, you stacked the dishes spoons together, lowering in front of Rick to get his mug and giving him a whiff of your hypnotizing perfume. Rick, wanted to take you right then and now in that table, he didn’t care if his wife walked in, he wanted his lips on your throat and every inch of your skin. He waited a moment before following you into the kitchen.
“You think you’re so coy, don’t you?” He whispers into your ear as he presses his body against you, trapping you between his body and the counter. You close the water, to quiet the room in case Lori interrupted.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you can’t even hide the smile from your voice, he can hear it even from behind.
“You drive me insane, you know that?” He leans into the side of your face, his nose brushing against your cheek. You swallow as your instinctively flutter close. You hum in denial of his statement. Then, his hands wrap around your middle, pressing you into him. “You know exactly what you do to me.”
You lean your head back into his shoulder, gripping the countertop, willing to submit to his mercy as he continues.
“You’re a walking tease,” he mumbles, his lips so close to your mouth. His fingers rub up and down your side, feeling your deep breathing of nervousness. “Prancing around my home with nothing but these thin dresses. Is this what you want?”
You whimper softly and nod. He doesn’t like that pathetic answer, and grabs your jaw to turn you to look at him.
“Tell me.” He squeezes your cheeks slightly to see your puckered lips. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” you barely breathe out, your thighs clenching at how domineering he is. “I want this so bad. Please.”
Before you can say anything else, he crushed his mouth into yours. You twist your arm back to push him deeper into you. The kiss is urgent, knowing you could be caught in any second. He can taste the lingering strawberry and cherries flavor on your tongue. And from on now he’ll only ever associate those two fruits and flavor with you.
Without warning, Rick lifts the front of your sundress and drips his fingers into your panties and finds your clit. You gasp into his mouth, but the sound is sallowed by him.
“Rick,” you say in a pleading tone. Obliging, he slides further down and finds a waterfall between your delicate folds. “Rick,” you whimper are the reality of feeling of his fingers on your most sensitive area.
“You want this?” He asks as his fingers begin rubbing from your hole up to your clot, spreading your juices all around, and making a mess in your panties. “Yeah, how long have you wanted this?”
You moan and whine, needing him to stop teasing you. “So long. I wanted you ever since I met you. Please, Rick.”
“You’re a dirty girl,” He chuckles into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and down to your pussy. “Wanting these fingers stuffed into your tempting hole. You dream of this don’t you?” you nod hurriedly, your hips begun grinding on him, urging him to move. “That’s beautiful, sweetheart, because I dream of you too.”
As soon as he confesses, he plunges his lubricated fingers into your tight hole. He slaps his hand over your Mouth to stifle the moan out of your gorgeous lips.
“You’re so warm,” he hums into your skin, his fingers pumping in out of you. You lean one knee into the counter, to both you hold you and to spread wider for him. “You’re everything more than I imagined. This perfect pussy loves this,” he says feeling you clench around him. “Yeah, your pussy needed this.”
You nod, pleasure filling your senses as he drives deeper into you. He begins speeding up, and you grab onto the arm keeping you quiet. He can feel you gushing out more every pump and trail down his fingers and into his palm. You’re completely addicting and now he will never be able to let you go.
His thumb lifts to swipe at your clit, making you buck your hips into his hard on. He wished he had enough to fuck you properly, but that only means there will be a next time.
“On my fingers,” he instructs you to come. “Let go for me. Yes, you can do if, sweet girl.”
His encouragement sets you free and you tremble into him, shuttering a silent moan into his palm. He slows his thrusting and removes his drenched fingers from you. He swirls your juices one last time around your tired pussy and pulls away from your panties.
You turn around just in time to see him stick his fingers in his mouth and lick them clean. You blush as he keeps eye contact with you and clench your thighs.
He leans behind him the kitchen island with a satisfied grin and crossed his arms over his chest.
“That was good, we should do this again next week.,”
“Oh my god,” Lori sighs as she enters the kitchen with a sleep smile on her unsuspecting face. “We defiantly should.”
To say you were more than excited for Friday to arrive was an understatement. If Rick was going to finger you again, you’ll arrive early so you can fucked before and after dinner.
So, when Lori informed you the night before that they would have to cancel, you energy deflated. Carl had forgotten to tell his parent’s about the field trip that Friday, and the school needed an extra chaperone and Lori volunteered, so she wouldn’t have time to prepare dinner. You tried not sound to sound too disappointed as she relayed the message and wished her well.
That night you laid in bed, cursing at yourself for only looking forward to Rick’s fingers in your pussy. You were a horrible, horny girl, and needed to stop fantasizing about that Married man—you told yourself right after fucking yourself on your pillow imagining it was Rick’s face. You fell asleep, legs spread wide, the air condition drying your wet core, and wish some hope Rick would break into your home to stuff you with his finger again.
Alas, you only dreamt of him again; and waking up realizing it was all on your head, you rubbed yourself at the wet dream, making yourself come twice, all before noon. You took a shower, restraining yourself from fingering yourself again.
You didn’t have a class that day, so you used your time to catch up with a few assignments and get ahead on the syllabus. You’re pouring yourself a glass of strawberry lemonade when there are three hard knocks on your door.
Your stomach drops, with fear and hope. You don’t bother to check through the side window, and open the door.
Rick is in his deputy uniform, and takes his hat off once his lock on to her. Not expecting to him, or anyone, today, you opted to wear baggy sweatpants and your two-sizes larger college t-shirt with no bra.
“Got a complain of a disturbance at this address,” he informs her, keeping his stable authoritative tone.
She believes him, and while she is too confused, he steps into her home. She closes the door behind him and turns to ask him what he’s talking about.
He looks around as he continues, “Said there was a woman here distracting men from doing their jobs,”
Your expression changes, understanding you wasn’t in actual trouble. You smile in relief, but before you can laugh, Rick pushes you against the door and kisses you.
You kiss him back immediately, overjoyed to have him like you were looking forward to. He crouches down, yet never disconnects from your lips, and lifts you. As he walks you to your kitchen island, he sucks on your neck, causing you to arch into him.
He sets you down on the edge so he can easily remove your pants off you. Once the material is off you, he drives he head toward your panty covered cunt and pushes you to lie back.
“Ohh,” you shutter, feeling his hit tongue against your shielded pussy. Your mouth instantly grows hot at his touch. He presses his tongue flat on your and pushes harder. His saliva manages to seep through the cloth and into your flesh, making you moan. You lifts yourself on your elbows to watch him as he keeps going, spreading his salvia everywhere, ruining your panties.
He holds on to your sides, his hands trialing under your shirt up your bare torso and further upwards to finally feel your breasts. Wanting nothing to obstruct his touch or his view, you lift the shirt and toss it over your head. Rick looks at you from your pussy to gaze at the same tits he’s only had the satisfaction at taking peeks from above.
“I need to feel all of you,” he moans into your core before planting a kiss where your legs split.
He strand up and takes the side of your breast into his mouth. Your legs wrap around him, grinding on his erection hidden by his ironed slacks. He licks from one side of your boob to the other, swirling your nipple as he does. Your mouth hangs open at the sound of his wet sucking of your flesh. He gives your other breast the same attention, and giving it a small bite before take as much as can into his mouth.
Every sensory touch was going straight through your cunt, making you wetter with every touch.
“Rick, please,” you plead as you grab his face, pulling his face away from your breast. “I want you. I need you.”
“I know you do,” he smiles and kisses you. “Are you ready?”
You nod frivolously. He pecks your lips one last mine before ducking down and removing your wet panties. You lifts your legs out of the material, as he holds the cloth down. He tosses the underwear behind him and you lift your legs and spread them before his very eyes like presenting him with the most valuable jewel in the entire world. He grunts to himself seeing you stretched out just for him.
And he can’t help himself and dives straight in. Your toes grip the edge of the counter and he wraps his arms under legs and over your stomach so he can stare into your eyes as he eats you out. His tongue swiped everywhere, surpassing you with ever lick. He grazes your clit and you buck into his face, prompting him to force you down before doing it again. Loving the way you whine and moan he does it again and flicks his tongue faster over clit.
“Yes!” You squeaked. One of your legs moving to his back to push him further into you if possible. You begin grinding again this face, trying to reach your orgasm. “Right there. Don’t stop. No, no, please Dont stop!”
He fulfills your wishes and goes faster. You’re breathe catches in your throat from the ecstasy of the moment. Your mouth goes slack, no sound coming from your mouth; you close your eyes and throw your hand behind you to grip the edge.
Your fuck into his face until you let out deep exhale of relief as you come. “Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” You open your eyes again to gaze down at Rick, who hasn’t removed his mouth from you. You drop you hand to his face and caress the side of his face, “You’re so good at that,” you”re cut off by another one of your moans as he shakes his tongue into clit, pulling another quick orgasm from you.
Rick kisses your clit and stands to pull you into a deep kiss. Tasting yourself on him makes you moan into him. Realizing he is still fully clothed, you don’t stop kissing him, but begin untucking his shirt from his pants. You can’t wait any longer, you need him inside you.
Rick removed his belt and sets on the counter.; he sheds his clothes and drops them to floor. Standing in his boxers, you dip your hands under the waistband and grab a hold of his firm cock. He leans into your touch and moans into the side of your mouth.
“Takes these off, please,” you whisper to him, never stopping your motions on his dick. He doesn’t argue and drops them, revealing his bare self to you. Not wanting to rub his dry, you dive into your pussy and coat your entire hand with your arousal and use it to slick him. You pull him closer by a tug of his dick, making him whine at the pressure. You tilt your head up again, and his first instinct is to kiss you. You reciprocate, and tell him through pecks “Rick, I need you to fuck me. Like now.”
He doesn’t argue and direct him to the table in the makeshift dining room. He set you in his back, the afternoon shining through the sheer curtains of the window cascade over you like a spotlight. Anyone could pass by and peek in and see you get fucked raw by the county’s deputy. The idea of getting caught and putting on a show only made him harder.
Rick rubs three of his finger up and down your gaping hold to spread your never ending wetness to prepare you.
“Rick,” your hands rest on the side is his stomach, lining him to you. “I want to feel all of you.”
“You’re a dangerous and manipulation little girl, you know that, right?”
You smile at him as you bite your lip, your pussy clenching around nothing, waiting for him. He shakes his head, and dips to kiss you.
Without any notice, he thrust his entire cock into you. You let out a loud gasp, pulling away from his mouth to find your lost breathe. He doesn’t give you time to adjust and keeps pounding into you.
Everything is blurry, but the burning in the pit of your stomach is the only thing you can register. Wrapping your hand under his arms, you arch your back into him, wanting to be as close to his possible.
Your dreams did you no justice. everything hurts, but the pain is like nothing you have experienced; your heart is beating is fast and your blood is rushing through your veins. All summer has lead to this moment and you’re going to make it last as long as possible.
Rick pulls your nipple into his mouth and he continues to abuse your cunt. He could probably be shifting your organs, but you keep telling to “Go faster! Faster, faster, faster!”
You try to meet his rhythm but freeze when his starts rubbing your clit. You stutter out your pleas, your legs shaking beneath him. The sound of your wet hole sucking him in and out is down right pornographic. But you loved it. You loved him practically splitting you apart, you loved him damaging you. Having him inside you is one of the greatest in the world, so the pain and the immorality of getting absolutely fucked by Rick is forgotten.
Nothing with ever outrank this moment here.
You lean up and wrap your arms around Rick’s neck and capture his lips in your. He never stops pounding into you, if anything he goes faster, making you gasp into his lips every time he hits the deepest point in your guts.
“You wanna come?” Rick taunts into your lips. You nod, your nose brushing up and down his nose. “Me too. At he same time, okay?”
He thrust two more times before completing sheathing himself in you as he spilled into you. He held your hips down and you let go too. You both pant and breathe into each other’s mouth. You can’t help but smile up at him and lean up to kiss him again.
He parts from you to pull out of you. He watched close my as your sensitive holes exhales the mixture of your orgasms. He catches the dripping liquid with the lip of cock and pushes it back into you.
He continues to slowly thrust into you carefully and peck small kisses up your stomach to your chest to each of your boobs and then to your throat then to your jaw and finally your lips. He pulls away from you to examine your plump lips and your tired hooded eyes expecting him to fuck you again. He caresses your cheek as he finally says,
“You have no idea how you just ruined me.”