Dangerous Liaison
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Melissa and Leon stood side by side in front of the kitchen sink on that warm summer evening looking out of the kitchen window. They were watching her husband guiding the lawnmower down the lengthy lawn. Apart from the sound of the mower the only other sound she could hear was that of her heavy breathing and her heartbeat. Leon slid his hand over her bottom. She could feel the heat of his fingers through the thin material of her dress as he traced her panty line.
“What colour are they?” he asked breaking the silence between them.
Melissa hesitated a moment as his fingers traced up to her hip and then moved around to the front and began to glide down the panty line along her groin.
“Please don’t,” she whispered.
“I want to fuck you,” he told her. “Fuck you across that kitchen table, just like I fucked Marcia.”
She closed her eyes momentarily. His fingers were exciting her as they moved so tantalisingly close to her sex. The scene was still fresh in her mind, even now after four weeks. The sight of Marcia lying face down across the kitchen table; skirt up over her waist, knickers around her knees and Leon behind her. His trousers and shorts were around his feet and he was gripping her hips as he fucked her. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.
Marcia was a long time friend and she often popped round to see her. Their friendship was such that it wasn’t unusual to turn up unannounced, knock on the door, and walk in. That day Marcia’s front door had been locked but she knew that she was at home because her car was in the driveway. Melissa proceeded down the side path to the back of the house. She could hear strange sounds as she rounded the corner by the back door. She could hear Marcia crying out and the sound of slapping. She could also hear a man’s voice shouting. She heard the words slut and whore. For a moment she thought that Marcia was being attacked but when she stepped inside the wide open back door she was taken completely by surprise. Marcia was being fucked and the man fucking her was not her husband, Pete, but a stranger; a black stranger.
They never heard her gasp. They were so caught up in their fucking. She went to step back to make a hasty exit but her foot caught a waste bin by the refrigerator and knocked it over. The next few moments were a bit hazy but she remembered the black male standing there facing her after quickly pulling away. His huge erection glistened as he looked her up and down. Marcia cried out as she stood up and turned around. Her skirt had fallen back into place to give her some semblance of dignity, but her knickers had slipped down to her ankles. Melissa just put her hand to her mouth before turning and making a fast exit.
Marcia had called her as soon as she had arrived back home and explained to her about her affair. She loved Pete, but Leon was someone that she needed in her life. Melissa had seen the reason why for herself. Her husband, Bill, had never fucked her the way that Leon had fucked Marcia, and he was also no match for his size. Bill’s manhood was the average size of six inches but Leon’s manhood, according to Marcia’s tape measure, was ten and a half inches. It also had a five inch girth.
Their friendship was also such that Marcia could be selfless and she offered her the use of Leon. Melissa had giggled when Marcia offered his services to her. She told Marcia that she would love to take her up on the offer, but the time was not right just now. Marcia still pursued with her quest to get them together to the point where she had got Leon and Bill together over a lawnmower. Bill’s had recently packed up with age but Leon had a reliable petrol mower. That afternoon Leon had turned up with the mower for Bill to use.
His fingers touched her sex bringing her thoughts back to the present.
“When are we going to get together?” he asked her. “When are you on your own?”
She pushed his hand away as Bill turned around to make his way back up the lawn. He glanced up at them looking at him and smiled. Melissa raised her hand and gave him a little wave. Leon’s hand though moved back to her bottom.
“You want my cock don’t you?” he said quietly. “You want what Marcia’s been getting don’t you?”
She should have pushed him away; slapped him even, as she had once done to a man from her work that had made similar advances a couple of years ago. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Leon excited her. Ever since that day she had relived the moment over and over again. His huge shining cock was a fixation in her mind and it was all made worse by Marcia’s blow by blow accounts of sex with him.
“He fucks me with my ankles at the side of my ears,” she told her. “Fucks me from behind; fucks me in so many positions. The man’s insatiable.”
Melissa could feel herself getting wet as Marcia went into detail.
“And as for his tongue..." she said, “I’ve come close to passing out a few times he’s so good.”
Bill had never really been keen on oral sex. Melissa had to admit that she was jealous of her friend. Until that moment of walking in on them, she hadn’t realised just how mediocre her sex live was in comparison.
A week ago Marcia had managed to bring the two of them together; inviting her round for a coffee and chat and then leaving her alone with Leon while she made a telephone call. Melissa knew that it was just a ruse.
“Marcia and I are not exclusive,” Leon had told her.
Melissa told him that she knew that. Leon looked into her eyes and spoke, “I’d like to fuck you.”
She was taken aback. No man had ever been so direct with her before. Men had said the same thing in asking her for a date but to be so direct? Leon leaned closer and placed his hand on her knee. “You could take an afternoon off work,” he said, “and I could pop round and..."
Marcia suddenly reappeared, smiling as she saw Leon’s hand on her knee. Melissa stood up and made an excuse to go. “Catch you again, Melissa,” he told her looking deep into her eyes once more.
Melissa hurried away; shocked and a little embarrassed. But she had to admit to herself that she wanted him. Not just wanted him, but craved for him. Now he was next to her again and he was touching her.
Bill smiled at her again as he reached the top of the garden and then as soon as he had turned around to begin his next cut, Leon suddenly dropped to his knees. It happened so quickly, catching her completely by surprise as his hands moved up under her dress. She gave out a yell as she felt her panties being pulled down but was to slow to stop him. Before she knew it, her panties were around her ankles and he was already lifting one of her feet up. She gasped as he stood up again, this time with her panty in his hand.
“They are white,” he told her, “and they are also wet. You’ll catch your death wearing wet knickers.”
Melissa gasped again at his effrontery as he put them in his pocket.
Bill began his next run back up the garden again. Melissa stood by his side watching her husband as he drew closer; still slightly stunned at the realisation that she was stood there without panties. Leon smiled at Bill as he reached the turn again and moved his hand back to her bottom.
“Is yours shaved like Marcia’s?” he asked.
Melissa gave a nervous gasp then gasped again as Leon’s hand began to draw up her dress. She seemed fixed to the spot, helpless and unable to stop him drawing up the hem of her dress. Bill was already reaching his upward turn as Leon’s fingers slipped between her naked thighs and reach through to the front of her mound. Melissa could feel her wetness on his fingers as he touched her well trimmed sex.
“Hmm trimmed,” he sighed. “I prefer shaved but trimmed is nice too.”
Melissa wanted to slap him for his impudence but her hands just couldn’t release their grip on the edge of the kitchen sink. It was all that she could do to hold her nerve as Bill made his way back up again while Leon’s fingers invaded her most intimate parts.
“Please stop,” she told him as Bill began his downward run.
“I want you, Melissa,” he told her. “I need to fuck you and you need it too.”
“I...I can’t,” she told him.
“Can’t?”
“We...we’re trying for a baby.”
Leon pulled his hand away and her dress fell back into place. Her words had managed to stop him.
“How long have you been trying?”
Melissa glanced up at him, surprised by his intimate question. “Almost a year now,” she answered, all the same.
“Not doing a very good job is he,” Leon replied as his hand alighted on her bottom again. “Your baby would be one... perhaps, two months old by now if it had been me fucking you.”
She gasped, unable to respond with the shock of his response.
“I would use condoms for you,” he told her.
She looked up at him again. “They...they’re not safe,” she told him. “They can break.”
He squeezed her bottom again. “I would be very careful,” he told her. “Pull out at the right time.”
Melissa looked away. She knew he was lying. Marcia had told her that when she had mentioned to him that she and her husband, Pete, were talking about starting a family, he had told her that he would love to help out. Leon had confessed to her that he had always wanted to make a white woman pregnant.
She felt uncomfortable; she felt guilty too. But she also felt drawn to Leon. She was so pleased when Bill reached the top of the garden again and switched off the mower. Leon pulled his hand away and moved slightly away from her as Bill came through the door.
“Just wondered, Leon,” he said, “maybe you could leave it with me overnight. Save you hanging about. I’ll be at least another hour. You could drop by tomorrow.”
“That’s a good idea, Bill. Thanks.”
“You’re playing golf tomorrow,” Melissa reminded him.
“That’s okay,” Bill replied. “Leon can still pop round and collect it.”
Leon shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever suits you guys?”
Bill looked at Melissa. “Tomorrow’s fine with me.”
Melissa looked away. One part of her was angry with Bill for inviting Leon back the next day but another part of her was excited. He had touched her. He was a filthy minded, uncouth man who wanted to fuck her and he had touched her; not just physically but also emotionally. She was angry as she watched him walk away. The man had her panties in his pocket and she could still feel the roughness of his fingers against her sex. She was angry with herself as well because she wanted him.
**
Her anger had subsided by the time he called round next morning. She heard his van in the driveway. She heard him opening his rear doors. She heard his footsteps on the gravel pathway as he picked up the machine and put it inside his van. She heard his doors close and then she heard his footsteps again. They were coming to her front door.
She heard her door creak as he pushed it open. She heard his footsteps in her hallway and then she saw him as he reached the kitchen. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. It clung to his chest showing his muscular frame and the short arm covering dug into his bulging biceps. His eyes met hers momentarily as she stood there against the kitchen table and then they looked lower down. All Melissa was wearing was just a flowered patterned dressing gown that came midway down her thighs. His eyes rose again and looked into hers. The lust in them frightened her.
“The door was open,” he told her as reached inside his jeans pocket. “I came to return these.”
Melissa just stared in silence at the panties in his hand.
“I washed them for you.”
She was still silent as he stepped closer.
Time seemed to standstill as he moved closer and closer until he was almost touching her. He put them down on the table beside her, then his eyes focused on the belt of her dressing gown. She knew before his hand even moved that he was going to undo it. She looked him in the eye as she felt it tug open and she saw his eyes widen as her nakedness was revealed. The next thing she felt was his hands under her armpits lifting her into the air and sitting her back down on the edge of the table. Those same hands pushed the gown off her shoulders and then, as he squatted down, they prised her thighs open.
The next thing that Melissa remembered was the feel of his tongue probing her sex. She screamed out and grabbed his head as it probed deeply. “Fuck me,” she cried out. “Fuck me.”
He ignored her and continued to probe deeper and deeper; first with his tongue and then with his fingers as his tongue toyed with her clitty. Melissa was still screaming out; pleading with him to fuck her five minutes later. When he did stop she was into her third orgasm. She watched his hands frantically work at his jeans. She saw his cock spring out and up and then she felt his hands again as they gripped her hips.
His strong hands pulled her along the table towards him. She watched as her pussy got closer and closer to his huge erection and then she felt him press against her. He seemed to stop momentarily as the tip of his cock pressed into her opening. His eyes looked into hers; it was almost as if he was waiting for something from her but nothing came. Suddenly his hands pulled at her again and he was deep inside her.
It filled her; it stretched her. It consumed her as Leon held her hips in place and thrust hard and deep into her. She looked down and watched as it moved in and out of her. She could see it glisten with both their juices and she could also see the whiteness of his cum. Leon was leaking profusely. She should have been afraid for she was fertile and without any protection, but all she felt was the excitement and pleasure of orgasm after orgasm.
She sensed he was close to cumming; his groans were almost deafening. She knew she should have been telling him to pull out but all she did was cling harder to his shoulders as she kept urging him on to fill her. “Fill my cunt. Fill my cunt,” she cried out repeatedly.
He gave her one hard thrust and she felt his penis hit her cervix. One long groan escaped his lips and then she felt his cum spurting inside her. His fingers hurt her as they pulled her hard against him while his cock pulsated inside her. He was filling her; he was emptying his seed deep inside her and she clung onto him moaning with pleasure.
They remained clung together for a while afterwards. He was still hard inside her; she could feel him still deep within. Bill always went soft quite quickly afterwards and he was always eager to withdraw. Leon remained inside her. She thought for a moment that maybe he was reluctant to pull away from her but when she looked into his eyes she saw the lust still there. He was staying inside her for one reason and one reason only. He wanted to make her pregnant.
She kissed him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled.
“My bed will be much more comfortable,” she told him.
She felt his cock twitch inside her. She knew that he was excited by his response.
“Well, are you going to take me to it then so you can continue?”
His fingers stung again but this time it was as they dug into her bottom as he lifted her up. When she realised exactly what he was doing she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung on to his shoulders. It took a few minutes for him to climb the stairs. Still embedded deep inside her; he moved carefully and slowly out of the kitchen and up stairs taking one step at a time.
Melissa spoke to tell him which bedroom it was. They disengaged for a few moments as they slipped under the duvet, then he mounted her again. She opened her legs wide and pushed her arms up behind her head in a pose of total surrender. He obliged but he also gripped her wrists with one hand and held her down.
Melissa groaned. He was taking her. He was using her for his sexual pleasure. She climaxed again as he pushed his cock back into her.
“Take me. Take me!” she cried out.
He brought his other arm up and grabbed her other wrist and pressed them hard into her pillow. “This the way you like it?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she screamed.
He responded with a series of hard fast thrusts. He held her hands down for many minutes as he fucked her long and hard, but as he neared his own climax he pulled away and pushed his hands down under her bottom. Melissa could sense his intensity. She could sense he was ready to cum again. It made her climax again and she found herself urging him on. She kept calling out, “Make me pregnant. Make me pregnant.” Her words kept spurring him on. He thrust harder and faster. He groaned and grunted with each thrust. Then she felt his seed spurting inside her once again. Melissa climaxed one final time.
They lay for some time afterwards in silence. It was an awkward silence. Melissa wondered if Leon felt like her, having so much to say and yet reluctant to speak it out. She hardly knew the man that was lying naked beside her in the bed that she shared with her husband; the man that had fucked her. Not just that, but also the man whose cum was leaking from her unprotected fertile womb.
“Aye you okay?” came a voice from the man lying beside her.
She turned and looked at him. “Yes,” she told him. “You?”
“I... just hope you will be... okay,” he told her. “I feel a bit bad... you trying for a baby. I just hope...”
Melissa was taken a bit by surprise at his thoughtfulness. She put her arm around. “It’s okay, I’m fine,” she told him. “I knew what I was doing. If the truth be told, I gave up on Bill getting me pregnant a while back.”
He kissed her. “If I have made you pregnant I would.. I would look after you.”
Once again she was taken aback by his thoughtfulness. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I will be fine.”
They kissed again. Her hand wandered down his body and found his hardness. His hand too was exploring her body and had found itself between her thighs. “Bill is going to be away on business next Thursday,” she told him.
He smiled at her. She felt his cock twitch in her hand.
“Marcia told me that you do a mean Jerk Chicken,” she told him.
He laughed. “I do lots of mean!”
“I know,” she replied. “But I would like to be fed first.”
Leon laughed again. “And afterwards?”
Melissa began to stroke his hardness. “My body will be available for dessert.”
He rolled her onto her back and Melissa opened her legs wide for him and pushed her arms back over head. “You’re one sexy, submissive bitch, you know,” he told her as he climbed between her legs.
Melissa said nothing as his hands gripped her wrists. She felt his cock prodding at her opening and she opened wider for him. “You’re gonna get pregnant before long, you know,” he told her as his cock slid deep into her.
“So you say,” she said. “So you say.”
Leon released her wrists and reached down and scooped her thighs. Moments later her legs were pushed right back and his hard heavy thrusts began. Melissa closed her eyes and the orgasms began to flow again.
Half an hour later they went back downstairs; Melissa, to step back into the panties that had been rudely removed from her the night before and Leon to put his pants back on. As she tied her dressing gown sash he took her in his arms and kissed her.
“Is it back to Marcia now?” she asked him.
He shook his head. “Pete stays at home on a Sunday,” he told her. “Anyway... “
“Anyway, what?”
“Maybe it’s time... maybe it’s time me and Marcia called a halt to things.”
He surprised her. “And... and what will you do for... ?”
“What, for sex?”
Melissa nodded.
He pulled her too him. “I’ll just have to find someone else whose husband plays golf on a Sunday and goes away on business trips midweek.”
She smiled. “That may be hard,” she told him.
“And someone who likes me to cook her Jerk Chicken before fucking her senseless?”
She smiled again as he pulled her too him for another kiss. “I think I know just the person,” she told him.
His hand slipped under her gown and between her legs. “I get so fucking horny around you,” he told her as he backed her against the kitchen table.
“I hope you aren’t going to fuck me over this table the way that you fuck that Marcia,” she told him. “Spanking her bottom and the like.”
A few minutes later she was lying face down on the kitchen table; dressing gown raised over her hips and panties around her ankles. One of Leon’s hands was grasping a handful of her long auburn hair while the other one slapped her bottom hard. He was also fucking her.
Standing behind them both in the kitchen doorway was Marcia with a huge smile on her face. She watched them for a few minutes and then quietly tip toed back down the hallway and out of the front door. She was pleased with herself for her matchmaking efforts.
“What colour are they?” he asked breaking the silence between them.
Melissa hesitated a moment as his fingers traced up to her hip and then moved around to the front and began to glide down the panty line along her groin.
“Please don’t,” she whispered.
“I want to fuck you,” he told her. “Fuck you across that kitchen table, just like I fucked Marcia.”
She closed her eyes momentarily. His fingers were exciting her as they moved so tantalisingly close to her sex. The scene was still fresh in her mind, even now after four weeks. The sight of Marcia lying face down across the kitchen table; skirt up over her waist, knickers around her knees and Leon behind her. His trousers and shorts were around his feet and he was gripping her hips as he fucked her. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.
Marcia was a long time friend and she often popped round to see her. Their friendship was such that it wasn’t unusual to turn up unannounced, knock on the door, and walk in. That day Marcia’s front door had been locked but she knew that she was at home because her car was in the driveway. Melissa proceeded down the side path to the back of the house. She could hear strange sounds as she rounded the corner by the back door. She could hear Marcia crying out and the sound of slapping. She could also hear a man’s voice shouting. She heard the words slut and whore. For a moment she thought that Marcia was being attacked but when she stepped inside the wide open back door she was taken completely by surprise. Marcia was being fucked and the man fucking her was not her husband, Pete, but a stranger; a black stranger.
They never heard her gasp. They were so caught up in their fucking. She went to step back to make a hasty exit but her foot caught a waste bin by the refrigerator and knocked it over. The next few moments were a bit hazy but she remembered the black male standing there facing her after quickly pulling away. His huge erection glistened as he looked her up and down. Marcia cried out as she stood up and turned around. Her skirt had fallen back into place to give her some semblance of dignity, but her knickers had slipped down to her ankles. Melissa just put her hand to her mouth before turning and making a fast exit.
Marcia had called her as soon as she had arrived back home and explained to her about her affair. She loved Pete, but Leon was someone that she needed in her life. Melissa had seen the reason why for herself. Her husband, Bill, had never fucked her the way that Leon had fucked Marcia, and he was also no match for his size. Bill’s manhood was the average size of six inches but Leon’s manhood, according to Marcia’s tape measure, was ten and a half inches. It also had a five inch girth.
Their friendship was also such that Marcia could be selfless and she offered her the use of Leon. Melissa had giggled when Marcia offered his services to her. She told Marcia that she would love to take her up on the offer, but the time was not right just now. Marcia still pursued with her quest to get them together to the point where she had got Leon and Bill together over a lawnmower. Bill’s had recently packed up with age but Leon had a reliable petrol mower. That afternoon Leon had turned up with the mower for Bill to use.
His fingers touched her sex bringing her thoughts back to the present.
“When are we going to get together?” he asked her. “When are you on your own?”
She pushed his hand away as Bill turned around to make his way back up the lawn. He glanced up at them looking at him and smiled. Melissa raised her hand and gave him a little wave. Leon’s hand though moved back to her bottom.
“You want my cock don’t you?” he said quietly. “You want what Marcia’s been getting don’t you?”
She should have pushed him away; slapped him even, as she had once done to a man from her work that had made similar advances a couple of years ago. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Leon excited her. Ever since that day she had relived the moment over and over again. His huge shining cock was a fixation in her mind and it was all made worse by Marcia’s blow by blow accounts of sex with him.
“He fucks me with my ankles at the side of my ears,” she told her. “Fucks me from behind; fucks me in so many positions. The man’s insatiable.”
Melissa could feel herself getting wet as Marcia went into detail.
“And as for his tongue..." she said, “I’ve come close to passing out a few times he’s so good.”
Bill had never really been keen on oral sex. Melissa had to admit that she was jealous of her friend. Until that moment of walking in on them, she hadn’t realised just how mediocre her sex live was in comparison.
A week ago Marcia had managed to bring the two of them together; inviting her round for a coffee and chat and then leaving her alone with Leon while she made a telephone call. Melissa knew that it was just a ruse.
“Marcia and I are not exclusive,” Leon had told her.
Melissa told him that she knew that. Leon looked into her eyes and spoke, “I’d like to fuck you.”
She was taken aback. No man had ever been so direct with her before. Men had said the same thing in asking her for a date but to be so direct? Leon leaned closer and placed his hand on her knee. “You could take an afternoon off work,” he said, “and I could pop round and..."
Marcia suddenly reappeared, smiling as she saw Leon’s hand on her knee. Melissa stood up and made an excuse to go. “Catch you again, Melissa,” he told her looking deep into her eyes once more.
Melissa hurried away; shocked and a little embarrassed. But she had to admit to herself that she wanted him. Not just wanted him, but craved for him. Now he was next to her again and he was touching her.
Bill smiled at her again as he reached the top of the garden and then as soon as he had turned around to begin his next cut, Leon suddenly dropped to his knees. It happened so quickly, catching her completely by surprise as his hands moved up under her dress. She gave out a yell as she felt her panties being pulled down but was to slow to stop him. Before she knew it, her panties were around her ankles and he was already lifting one of her feet up. She gasped as he stood up again, this time with her panty in his hand.
“They are white,” he told her, “and they are also wet. You’ll catch your death wearing wet knickers.”
Melissa gasped again at his effrontery as he put them in his pocket.
Bill began his next run back up the garden again. Melissa stood by his side watching her husband as he drew closer; still slightly stunned at the realisation that she was stood there without panties. Leon smiled at Bill as he reached the turn again and moved his hand back to her bottom.
“Is yours shaved like Marcia’s?” he asked.
Melissa gave a nervous gasp then gasped again as Leon’s hand began to draw up her dress. She seemed fixed to the spot, helpless and unable to stop him drawing up the hem of her dress. Bill was already reaching his upward turn as Leon’s fingers slipped between her naked thighs and reach through to the front of her mound. Melissa could feel her wetness on his fingers as he touched her well trimmed sex.
“Hmm trimmed,” he sighed. “I prefer shaved but trimmed is nice too.”
Melissa wanted to slap him for his impudence but her hands just couldn’t release their grip on the edge of the kitchen sink. It was all that she could do to hold her nerve as Bill made his way back up again while Leon’s fingers invaded her most intimate parts.
“Please stop,” she told him as Bill began his downward run.
“I want you, Melissa,” he told her. “I need to fuck you and you need it too.”
“I...I can’t,” she told him.
“Can’t?”
“We...we’re trying for a baby.”
Leon pulled his hand away and her dress fell back into place. Her words had managed to stop him.
“How long have you been trying?”
Melissa glanced up at him, surprised by his intimate question. “Almost a year now,” she answered, all the same.
“Not doing a very good job is he,” Leon replied as his hand alighted on her bottom again. “Your baby would be one... perhaps, two months old by now if it had been me fucking you.”
She gasped, unable to respond with the shock of his response.
“I would use condoms for you,” he told her.
She looked up at him again. “They...they’re not safe,” she told him. “They can break.”
He squeezed her bottom again. “I would be very careful,” he told her. “Pull out at the right time.”
Melissa looked away. She knew he was lying. Marcia had told her that when she had mentioned to him that she and her husband, Pete, were talking about starting a family, he had told her that he would love to help out. Leon had confessed to her that he had always wanted to make a white woman pregnant.
She felt uncomfortable; she felt guilty too. But she also felt drawn to Leon. She was so pleased when Bill reached the top of the garden again and switched off the mower. Leon pulled his hand away and moved slightly away from her as Bill came through the door.
“Just wondered, Leon,” he said, “maybe you could leave it with me overnight. Save you hanging about. I’ll be at least another hour. You could drop by tomorrow.”
“That’s a good idea, Bill. Thanks.”
“You’re playing golf tomorrow,” Melissa reminded him.
“That’s okay,” Bill replied. “Leon can still pop round and collect it.”
Leon shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever suits you guys?”
Bill looked at Melissa. “Tomorrow’s fine with me.”
Melissa looked away. One part of her was angry with Bill for inviting Leon back the next day but another part of her was excited. He had touched her. He was a filthy minded, uncouth man who wanted to fuck her and he had touched her; not just physically but also emotionally. She was angry as she watched him walk away. The man had her panties in his pocket and she could still feel the roughness of his fingers against her sex. She was angry with herself as well because she wanted him.
**
Her anger had subsided by the time he called round next morning. She heard his van in the driveway. She heard him opening his rear doors. She heard his footsteps on the gravel pathway as he picked up the machine and put it inside his van. She heard his doors close and then she heard his footsteps again. They were coming to her front door.
She heard her door creak as he pushed it open. She heard his footsteps in her hallway and then she saw him as he reached the kitchen. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. It clung to his chest showing his muscular frame and the short arm covering dug into his bulging biceps. His eyes met hers momentarily as she stood there against the kitchen table and then they looked lower down. All Melissa was wearing was just a flowered patterned dressing gown that came midway down her thighs. His eyes rose again and looked into hers. The lust in them frightened her.
“The door was open,” he told her as reached inside his jeans pocket. “I came to return these.”
Melissa just stared in silence at the panties in his hand.
“I washed them for you.”
She was still silent as he stepped closer.
Time seemed to standstill as he moved closer and closer until he was almost touching her. He put them down on the table beside her, then his eyes focused on the belt of her dressing gown. She knew before his hand even moved that he was going to undo it. She looked him in the eye as she felt it tug open and she saw his eyes widen as her nakedness was revealed. The next thing she felt was his hands under her armpits lifting her into the air and sitting her back down on the edge of the table. Those same hands pushed the gown off her shoulders and then, as he squatted down, they prised her thighs open.
The next thing that Melissa remembered was the feel of his tongue probing her sex. She screamed out and grabbed his head as it probed deeply. “Fuck me,” she cried out. “Fuck me.”
He ignored her and continued to probe deeper and deeper; first with his tongue and then with his fingers as his tongue toyed with her clitty. Melissa was still screaming out; pleading with him to fuck her five minutes later. When he did stop she was into her third orgasm. She watched his hands frantically work at his jeans. She saw his cock spring out and up and then she felt his hands again as they gripped her hips.
His strong hands pulled her along the table towards him. She watched as her pussy got closer and closer to his huge erection and then she felt him press against her. He seemed to stop momentarily as the tip of his cock pressed into her opening. His eyes looked into hers; it was almost as if he was waiting for something from her but nothing came. Suddenly his hands pulled at her again and he was deep inside her.
It filled her; it stretched her. It consumed her as Leon held her hips in place and thrust hard and deep into her. She looked down and watched as it moved in and out of her. She could see it glisten with both their juices and she could also see the whiteness of his cum. Leon was leaking profusely. She should have been afraid for she was fertile and without any protection, but all she felt was the excitement and pleasure of orgasm after orgasm.
She sensed he was close to cumming; his groans were almost deafening. She knew she should have been telling him to pull out but all she did was cling harder to his shoulders as she kept urging him on to fill her. “Fill my cunt. Fill my cunt,” she cried out repeatedly.
He gave her one hard thrust and she felt his penis hit her cervix. One long groan escaped his lips and then she felt his cum spurting inside her. His fingers hurt her as they pulled her hard against him while his cock pulsated inside her. He was filling her; he was emptying his seed deep inside her and she clung onto him moaning with pleasure.
They remained clung together for a while afterwards. He was still hard inside her; she could feel him still deep within. Bill always went soft quite quickly afterwards and he was always eager to withdraw. Leon remained inside her. She thought for a moment that maybe he was reluctant to pull away from her but when she looked into his eyes she saw the lust still there. He was staying inside her for one reason and one reason only. He wanted to make her pregnant.
She kissed him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled.
“My bed will be much more comfortable,” she told him.
She felt his cock twitch inside her. She knew that he was excited by his response.
“Well, are you going to take me to it then so you can continue?”
His fingers stung again but this time it was as they dug into her bottom as he lifted her up. When she realised exactly what he was doing she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung on to his shoulders. It took a few minutes for him to climb the stairs. Still embedded deep inside her; he moved carefully and slowly out of the kitchen and up stairs taking one step at a time.
Melissa spoke to tell him which bedroom it was. They disengaged for a few moments as they slipped under the duvet, then he mounted her again. She opened her legs wide and pushed her arms up behind her head in a pose of total surrender. He obliged but he also gripped her wrists with one hand and held her down.
Melissa groaned. He was taking her. He was using her for his sexual pleasure. She climaxed again as he pushed his cock back into her.
“Take me. Take me!” she cried out.
He brought his other arm up and grabbed her other wrist and pressed them hard into her pillow. “This the way you like it?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she screamed.
He responded with a series of hard fast thrusts. He held her hands down for many minutes as he fucked her long and hard, but as he neared his own climax he pulled away and pushed his hands down under her bottom. Melissa could sense his intensity. She could sense he was ready to cum again. It made her climax again and she found herself urging him on. She kept calling out, “Make me pregnant. Make me pregnant.” Her words kept spurring him on. He thrust harder and faster. He groaned and grunted with each thrust. Then she felt his seed spurting inside her once again. Melissa climaxed one final time.
They lay for some time afterwards in silence. It was an awkward silence. Melissa wondered if Leon felt like her, having so much to say and yet reluctant to speak it out. She hardly knew the man that was lying naked beside her in the bed that she shared with her husband; the man that had fucked her. Not just that, but also the man whose cum was leaking from her unprotected fertile womb.
“Aye you okay?” came a voice from the man lying beside her.
She turned and looked at him. “Yes,” she told him. “You?”
“I... just hope you will be... okay,” he told her. “I feel a bit bad... you trying for a baby. I just hope...”
Melissa was taken a bit by surprise at his thoughtfulness. She put her arm around. “It’s okay, I’m fine,” she told him. “I knew what I was doing. If the truth be told, I gave up on Bill getting me pregnant a while back.”
He kissed her. “If I have made you pregnant I would.. I would look after you.”
Once again she was taken aback by his thoughtfulness. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I will be fine.”
They kissed again. Her hand wandered down his body and found his hardness. His hand too was exploring her body and had found itself between her thighs. “Bill is going to be away on business next Thursday,” she told him.
He smiled at her. She felt his cock twitch in her hand.
“Marcia told me that you do a mean Jerk Chicken,” she told him.
He laughed. “I do lots of mean!”
“I know,” she replied. “But I would like to be fed first.”
Leon laughed again. “And afterwards?”
Melissa began to stroke his hardness. “My body will be available for dessert.”
He rolled her onto her back and Melissa opened her legs wide for him and pushed her arms back over head. “You’re one sexy, submissive bitch, you know,” he told her as he climbed between her legs.
Melissa said nothing as his hands gripped her wrists. She felt his cock prodding at her opening and she opened wider for him. “You’re gonna get pregnant before long, you know,” he told her as his cock slid deep into her.
“So you say,” she said. “So you say.”
Leon released her wrists and reached down and scooped her thighs. Moments later her legs were pushed right back and his hard heavy thrusts began. Melissa closed her eyes and the orgasms began to flow again.
Half an hour later they went back downstairs; Melissa, to step back into the panties that had been rudely removed from her the night before and Leon to put his pants back on. As she tied her dressing gown sash he took her in his arms and kissed her.
“Is it back to Marcia now?” she asked him.
He shook his head. “Pete stays at home on a Sunday,” he told her. “Anyway... “
“Anyway, what?”
“Maybe it’s time... maybe it’s time me and Marcia called a halt to things.”
He surprised her. “And... and what will you do for... ?”
“What, for sex?”
Melissa nodded.
He pulled her too him. “I’ll just have to find someone else whose husband plays golf on a Sunday and goes away on business trips midweek.”
She smiled. “That may be hard,” she told him.
“And someone who likes me to cook her Jerk Chicken before fucking her senseless?”
She smiled again as he pulled her too him for another kiss. “I think I know just the person,” she told him.
His hand slipped under her gown and between her legs. “I get so fucking horny around you,” he told her as he backed her against the kitchen table.
“I hope you aren’t going to fuck me over this table the way that you fuck that Marcia,” she told him. “Spanking her bottom and the like.”
A few minutes later she was lying face down on the kitchen table; dressing gown raised over her hips and panties around her ankles. One of Leon’s hands was grasping a handful of her long auburn hair while the other one slapped her bottom hard. He was also fucking her.
Standing behind them both in the kitchen doorway was Marcia with a huge smile on her face. She watched them for a few minutes and then quietly tip toed back down the hallway and out of the front door. She was pleased with herself for her matchmaking efforts.
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