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Fall to Temptation |
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By Dirk Vincento
CHAPTER 7
Royal Carpet Real Estate, Suzanne speaking. How may I help you? “Hi, it’s me.” Oh hi, darling. How are you? “Pretty good. How’s your morning going there?” It’s been crazy. It seems like every agent has been in and out of the office at least twice already. What’s up? “I just wanted to let you know that I talked to the real estate agent and he says that he can take us through the house on Saturday.” Great! “I told him we’d meet him there about eleven.” Oh Bruce, I’m really excited about this. I can hardly wait! “I just hope you like it.” You know I will. If you picked it out, I’ll love it. “Apparently the people who lived there have already moved out, so it’ll be empty. You’ll have to imagine what it’ll look like with furniture.” That won’t be a problem, believe me. “What are you doing tonight?” It looks like I’m going to have to work late. There’s a big sales meeting Monday morning, so I’ll have finish all the monthly reports before I leave. “I was hoping we could get together.” Well, if I finish early I’ll call you, but don’t hold your breath. It’s probably going to take all evening. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed anyway.” Bruce, I wanted to talk to you about the other night. I kind of sprang that waiting until we’re married for sex idea on you without much warning. Now that you’ve had some time to think it over, I just want to be sure that you’re comfortable with it. “I have to admit that it did take me by surprise. But like I said before, if it’s that important to you then we’ll give it a try. If it starts to feel like my balls are going to burst, I promise to let you know.” That’s good. I wouldn’t want that to happen because we’re going to need those little babies later on. I just want to thank you for being so understanding. I really am marrying a wonderful guy. “Hey, we aim to please.” And that you do! Oh, I’d better go. I think I have another call coming in. Call me later. “Will do. Bye.” Bye. Bruce placed the receiver in its cradle and smiled. He looked at the phone and thought about Suzanne. After a lifetime of chasing women, it felt good to be in love. The phone rang again and he picked it up instantly. “Did you forget to tell me that you love me?” he asked teasingly. The voice on the other end of the line was similar to Suzanne’s, but deeper and huskier and dripping with sensuality. Is that what you want to hear? “Rachael!” Bruce exclaimed, glad that over the phone she couldn’t see his cheeks turn crimson red. “I’m sorry. I thought you were Suzanne.” The voice oozed on seductively. Does that mean that you don’t want me to tell you that I love you? An awkward silence ensued during which Bruce began to feel a familiar tingling in his groin. Almost as if she knew what he was feeling, Rachael broke the silence: Don’t get excited, Bruce, I’m just teasing. Actually I was calling to see if you’d be able to drop by tonight. My mother and I are planning a surprise wedding shower for Suzanne and we want you to help us figure out how to get her there without arousing her suspicions. “No problem. I’d be glad to help out any way I can.” Super! If you can drop by the house tonight around eight, I’ll be here and we can work out a plan. “I’ll be there. See you tonight.” Oh Bruce, whatever you do, don’t mention to Suzanne that you’re coming over. Remember, we want it to be a surprise. “I won’t say a word.” Great! I’ll see you tonight then. Bye.” “Bye.” Bruce hung up the phone again. His hand lingered on the receiver as he pictured Rachael in his mind. She was a very attractive woman with really big breasts. He began to fantasize about arriving at her house and finding her there alone and . . . but he caught himself. Old habits are hard to break, he thought, but he would have to try. It just seemed like it might be a little harder than he had expected.
CHAPTER 8
Ding dong . . . Avon calling, Bruce thought to himself with a smile. He stood on the front porch waiting for someone to answer the door. He glanced at his watch: five to eight. Mrs. Bonaccord’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which meant almost for certain that she was out for the evening. That meant, with almost equal certainty, that Rachael was home alone. The idea started Bruce’s mind wandering and he began to fantasize again, picturing Rachael coming to the door in sexy lingerie, her huge breasts proudly on display. She would invite him in and offer him a drink in a deep, husky tone. And then, while he was sipping on his dry martini, shaken not stirred, she would begin a slow seductive strip-tease, grinding her hips to raunchy music and gradually, teasingly exposing her huge breasts . . . The sound of a hand turning the doorknob jerked Bruce back to reality and he managed to regain his composure in the split second it took for the door to swing open. “Hi, you’re right on time,” Rachael said brightly with a smile. “Come on in.” Bruce couldn’t help but pause for a moment, long enough to let his eyes scan Rachael’s body to compare her appearance with the image from his fantasy. While she certainly wasn’t wearing lingerie, her clinging vee neck sweater definitely emphasized her ample bosom and its low cut neckline revealed a considerable amount of soft, sumptuous cleavage. Had Bruce taken the time to notice, he would have seen that her shapely legs were squeezed enticingly into snug jeans and her feet were slipped into high heeled pumps. But his eyes had stopped at her sweater and returned immediately to her face, as if sensing danger in her enormous mammaries. For the first time, he had a strange sensation that fantasy was mixing precariously with reality, but he quickly convinced himself that he was letting his imagination run wild. Forcing his mind back to the task at hand, he stepped inside and Rachael closed the door behind him. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Rachael invited. “Can I get you a beer?” “That’d be great,” Bruce replied as he plunked himself down at one end of the sofa. “I’ll be right back,” Rachael said. Bruce wondered if that last comment had come out just a little deeper and sexier, with a thinly veiled suggestive quality, but quickly chose to dismiss the idea. He watched her walk into the kitchen, his eyes drawn to the cheeks of her ass as they wiggled back and forth playfully in her jeans. Quite sure that he was safe here with his fiancee’s sister, he began to feel comfortable allowing himself to enjoy the titillation of the situation. He was here for a legitimate purpose and if he found the company of a beautiful, large breasted woman somewhat arousing, he really couldn’t see what harm was being done. After all, as the saying goes: it doesn’t matter where you get your appetite, as long as you eat at home. Rachael returned carrying two bottles of beer. Having given himself permission to relax, Bruce watched her massive breasts jiggle under the thin material of her sweater as she walked. “Did you want a glass?” she asked, offering Bruce a beer. “No thanks,” he answered. “This is fine.” Rachael curled up at the other end of the couch, kicking off her shoes and drawing her legs up under her. “I prefer the bottle myself,” she said, extending her beer toward Bruce. “Cheers. Here’s to you joining the family.” “Cheers,” Bruce replied, gently tapping his bottle against Rachael’s. “And thanks. Thanks for making me feel like I’m part of the family.” “It hasn’t been hard,” Rachael said. “You’ve been a natural fit.” “It’s been a wonderful experience getting to know all of you,” Bruce continued. “My family is close in its own way, but they’ve never had the warmth that seems to exist between the three of you.” “I’m glad it comes across that way because we are very close. We share everything . . . our joys, our sorrows, our deepest feelings and secrets.” “You’re lucky to have each other.” “We really feel that we are.” They both paused to take a sip from their beer. Rachael shifted in her seat, leaning forward slightly in a way that pressed her breasts together, emphasizing their massiveness and lengthening the deep line of cleavage between them. Bruce’s eyes dropped down involuntarily to her chest, his attention drawn by her sultry motion. The sight of Rachael’s bosom heaving forward started a warm tingling sensation in his groin. He returned his eyes immediately to her face, hoping that she hadn’t noticed where he’d been looking. Their eyes met but her expression gave away nothing. They sat looking at each other in silence while Rachael’s fingertips ran down the edge of her sweater until they reached the bottom of its deep, plunging vee. Bruce could see the gesture out of the corner of his eye and felt an almost irresistible urge to look down again, but her gaze locked him in and he felt sure that to look down now would be going out of bounds. “Are you nervous?” Rachael asked, her voice once again sounding a little more sultry. “I beg your pardon?” Bruce asked, as his cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment. He suddenly felt exposed, as if she had been reading his mind. “Are you nervous” Rachael repeated, “ . . . about getting married? It’s a big step.” “Oh that,” Bruce said, hoping that the sound of relief in his voice wasn’t too obvious. “Not too much, really. More excited than nervous.” “I guess it will be quite an adjustment.” “How do you mean?” “Well, from what Suzanne has told me, you’ve dated quite a few women in your time.” Rachael paused, giving Bruce a moment to wonder exactly how much more Suzanne might have told her. “For a man like you, I imagine it will be a big change, settling down and committing yourself to one woman for the rest of your life.” Rachael reached up and ran her fingers through her hair while waiting for a response. Lifting her arm made her breasts sway gently across her chest in a slow, sensuous motion. This time Bruce couldn’t resist looking down as his eyes honed in on her bosom. She held the pose momentarily, allowing the image to become firmly ingrained in his mind. “I guess that’s something I’ll just have to get used to,” he said somewhat absently, his mind remaining focused largely on Rachael’s body. Her fingers still entwined in her hair, Rachael stretched, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward. Bruce found himself mesmerized by the sight of her already enormous breasts expanding to seemingly impossible proportions. She shifted her body again, tucking both hands between her thighs. Their eyes met and once more Bruce could find nothing in her expression to let on that she was aware of the effect she was having on him. The tingling in his groin had grown intense and he could feel an erection rising in his pants. He wanted desperately to check and make sure that it hadn’t formed too noticeable a bulge, but she was staring straight at him and to look down at his crotch now would have been far too obvious. “I think Suzanne is a little worried about it,” Rachael carried on, apparently unaware of Bruce’s increasingly aroused state, “but you don’t seem to me to be the kind of man who would fool around. You have too much integrity and strength of character.” Bruce had been used to receiving attention and compliments from women all his life, but now he was finding that Rachael’s comments were making him feel awkward and a little embarrassed. “I’m going to do the best I can,” he said, before nervously taking a drink of his beer. Rachael moved a little closer to Bruce on the couch. “I mean, you wouldn’t be tempted if a woman put her hand on your leg, would you?” she asked, reaching out and placing her palm on Bruce’s thigh. Bruce had decided that Rachael’s voice had definitely taken on a distinctly sultry tone, but for now his attention was focused on her hand as it began to move in slow circles on his thigh. “I just mean . . . as a for instance,” she said. He searched Rachael’s face, hoping to find a look, an expression, or some subtle gesture that would give him a clue as to what she was thinking. But he found no help there. She was smiling at him pleasantly, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “ . . . or if a woman moved her hand further up your leg and rubbed the inside of your thigh?” Her fingers moved up Bruce’s pants toward his crotch and began to rub gently. The feel of her hand on his leg created a warm sensation that flowed over his groin, as if someone had poured warm water on his genitals. He looked down at Rachael’s hand and then quickly back up at her face. His mouth was hanging open, but no words came out. He could feel his mind racing, trying to put the pieces together, but too much was happening too fast. She seemed to be talking and acting hypothetically, her nonchalant expression supporting the idea that her hand was on his leg merely to show him the kind of come-on she was referring to, and that she meant nothing personal by it. He dreaded the embarrassment of accusing her incorrectly of trying to seduce him and yet, whether she realized it or not, that was exactly what she was doing. And somewhere in his jumble of thoughts, Bruce realized that admitting he was being turned on when she wasn’t even trying to arouse him would be even more embarrassing than suggesting that she was really trying to get into his pants. Rachael moved closer. “ . . . or if a woman ran her fingers across the back of your neck?” she said, reaching behind his head with her other hand and drawing her long fingernails across his skin. “You wouldn’t be tempted by that, would you?” She looked straight into his eyes, pausing only slightly before going on. “I’m sure it would take a lot more than that to bring a man like you to his knees.” She was sitting beside Bruce on the couch now, and being this close made him even more aware of her breasts. They seemed to grow larger in proportion to the rest of her body as she drew closer. She was still leaning forward and from this angle, Bruce could see clearly how far they protruded out from her body. Combined with her cleavage, which looked irresistibly soft and inviting, the vision of her magnificent bosom sent a surge of pressure to his groin that put the finishing touches on his erection. He glanced down at his lap and saw that the shape of his stiffened cock was clearly visible through his pants. She moved even closer, her hand sliding along the inside of his leg and coming teasingly close to his crotch. “Oh . . . I think I could handle it,” Bruce muttered, feeling a desperate need to say something. His voice cracked slightly as he spoke and Rachael smiled, for the first time giving some sign that she might actually be aware of what she was doing to him. “What if a woman blew in your ear?” she teased, her voice now sounding incredibly sexy. “That’s an old standby that always works.” She leaned forward, bringing her lips within an inch of Bruce’s ear and at the same time pressing her breasts up against his arm. They felt soft and yielding, but incredibly firm as well. At first one breast pushed up against him, but then she turned her body a little and his arm slid between her two mammoth globes, deep into her bottomless valley of cleavage. They seemed to wrap around him, engulfing him and embracing him in an erotic hug of their own. When Rachael spoke, her voice was soft and breathy, her lips almost touching his ear. “Would this do the trick?” she whispered. A light flow of warm air tickled Bruce’s skin as she blew gently in his ear. He could feel goosebumps standing out on his flesh all over his body. His cock, which he had already thought to be fully erect, grew longer and harder and he could feel the wetness as natural lubricant seeped into his pants. Bruce was surprised to discover that not only was he being aroused by the things that Rachael was doing, but even more so by the knowledge that it shouldn’t be happening at all. He had been with many women over the years, but never in a situation like this. In spite of the numerous romantic escapades in his past, he had always managed to walk the straight and narrow, avoiding compromising situations and always remaining faithful to one woman at a time. He never dreamed that the element of danger or the fear of being caught could add so much to the level of his sexual arousal. Having become horny beyond the point of trusting his own actions, Bruce realized that avoiding the risk of embarrassment was a luxury he could no longer afford. “Rachael, are you trying to seduce me?” His mouth had run dry, making his voice sound scratchy and uncertain. “I was just trying to illustrate my point,” Rachael answered coyly. He could feel her breath, hot and moist in his ear. “You didn’t think I was serious did you?” Bruce’s mind began swimming uncontrollably as his face flushed. He couldn’t believe that she was going to pretend that this wasn’t a come-on. But he also knew that he couldn’t afford to be wrong. “Well, I have to admit that for a minute there I wasn’t sure whether or not . . . ” Rachael took her hand from Bruce’s leg, brushing against the tip of his cock in the process, and placed it on his cheek. She turned his face toward her and looked into his eyes. She was wearing a teasingly lustful smile and her expression was overtly seductive. Her lips parted slightly, as if preparing to be kissed, and she paused before speaking: “I’ll get you another beer,” she said, in a tone that provocatively oozed sensuality. Her hand slid slowly across Bruce’s cheek and across the back of his head, her fingers digging deep into his hair. She stood up, never letting go of his gaze, and then lifted her hand from his head and ran her fingers through her own hair. Bruce let out a small gasp, overcome by the sensuality of the movement and the sight of her breasts thrusting forward as her hand disappeared into her dark tresses. She threw him a playful wink and then turned and headed for the kitchen. Once again Bruce found himself watching her shapely ass sway from side to side as she walked. Only this time the effect it had on him was much more profound. After Rachael disappeared into the kitchen, Bruce looked down and was embarrassed to find that the wetness from his dick had seeped through his pants and formed a small, barely noticeable stain. He was sure that a lifetime of dating women should have prepared him for just about any situation, but he couldn’t think of anything he had experienced that would help him to know how to deal with this. In fact, he found that he could hardly think at all. The wild tingling and insistent throbbing in his groin was demanding all his attention. Whether she had done it intentionally or not, Rachael had definitely made him very horny. He looked up at the doorway leading to the kitchen. Rachael would be coming back in a minute and he knew that he had only a few moments to decide how he was going to handle this situation. And he had yet to decide whether or not a situation even existed at all! It seemed impossible to believe that Rachael was unaware of what she was doing and the effect that it was having on him. But it was possible that she was merely teasing him in fun, with no intention of letting things go anywhere. After all, once confronted, she had broken off the attack. And it had felt like an attack, Bruce thought to himself. Only an attack could leave him feeling this helpless and vulnerable. And having stated emphatically that she considered him above temptation, perhaps she was feeling free to be openly flirtatious because she was quite confident that he wouldn’t do anything about it. While Bruce considered what seemed like an endless list of possible rationalizations, a nagging feeling continued to tug at him until it finally broke through the surface of his consciousness: the things that Rachael had been doing felt good. Very good. And now that she had stopped, he wanted those feelings back. Just as he had discovered that the naughtiness of being aroused by his fiancee’s sister had intensified his arousal, he was now learning that having something taken away made him crave it that much more. She seemed to be reaching deep inside his psyche and playing with his mind, stirring feelings and yearnings that he hadn’t even known existed - cravings and desires that had been lying dormant, waiting for the right moment to pounce. At this point, it was clear that restraining himself for the rest of the evening was going to be a challenge. He wanted to be faithful and do the right thing, but the desire to feel Rachael’s hand on his leg and her fingernails teasing the sensitive skin on the back of his neck was overpowering him. Bruce had always enjoyed sex, but his motivation in the past had been the conquest, the glory of getting the girl that every other man wanted. This was the first time in his life that he found himself driven by pure lust and sexual desire. Like a man drinking too much wine for the first time, he found the effect disorienting and he could feel his willpower leaving him like the air hissing out of a freshly punctured tire. His only chance of escaping with his integrity intact was to hope that Rachael had really been pulling his leg and that she hadn’t intended her actions to be taken seriously. And he felt he had every reason to believe that Rachael had been just kidding around. Her actions had come out of the context of their conversation and looking back, she really hadn’t done that much. It now seemed like he had been reacting more to the intensity of his own arousal than anything Rachael had actually done. And come to think of it, he had been feeling exceptionally horny since Suzanne had cut him off. So it made sense that his reaction to Rachael’s gestures would be more extreme than usual. He was even beginning to feel a sense of relief that Rachael hadn’t seemed to take offence to his suggestion that she had been trying to seduce him. “Yeah,” Bruce thought out loud, “I think when she comes back everything will be cool. We’ll probably talk about this wedding shower for a while and then I’ll just go home.” But somewhere in the back of his mind, Bruce knew that if Rachael had really wanted him, she could have had him, and he would have had very little choice in the matter. Bruce had always felt in control of himself and his emotions. He liked things to be tidy and perfect. But it was clear that he was no longer in control of this situation and that simple fact frightened him. Rachael reappeared with another bottle of beer. Bruce watched her come toward him, her enormous breasts jiggling like giant mounds of jello under her sweater. The instant she entered the room, he felt a wave of nervousness come over him that made him question everything he had been thinking since she’d left. As she approached the couch, butterflies fluttered in his stomach and his balls began to tingle. She stopped directly in front of him and offered the beer without saying a word. Bruce reached up and took the bottle, watching her carefully the whole time, trying to read past her expression and figure out what she was going to do next. In an instant that seemed to stretch out forever, they gazed into each other’s eyes and Bruce could see two roads branching out before him, with an equal chance of her taking them down either one. And then the moment passed and Rachael lowered herself slowly onto his lap, facing him with her legs straddling his hips and her ass coming to rest squarely on the tip of his throbbing erection. “So where were we?” she asked coyly. “Oh, I remember. I was saying that I didn’t think you were the kind of man who would give in to temptation.” Rachael ran her fingers through Bruce’s hair and dragged her nails along the length of his neck. “We were talking about your integrity and strength of character.” Sitting in this position put Rachael’s breasts right at eye level and while Bruce wanted to look up at her, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the two enormous mounds that were now only inches away from his face. Being this close, he could see the outline of her bra underneath her sweater. Two small bumps broke the smooth curve of her bosom as her nipples began to stand erect. He could feel himself becoming uncontrollably horny as his eyes took in the vision of mammary perfection before him. “Rachael, are you trying to seduce me?” Bruce asked again, his eyes still glued to her chest. “What do you think?” Rachael replied, as she began to put pressure on the back of his head, drawing him slowly into her bosom. “I think you’re trying to seduce me,” he answered helplessly. Her breasts were almost touching him now. The alluring smell of her perfume filled his nostrils, making him feel sexy and light-headed. “Do you feel seduced?” Rachael asked, her voice thick like honey. She began to rock her shoulders back and forth slowly, at the same time pulling Bruce’s head forward until her breasts rubbed against his face gently as they moved. The feel of their spongy firmness pressing against his cheeks sent an erotic tingle coursing through his body. Rachael could feel his erection stiffening beneath her. “I wonder what I’d have to do if I really wanted to seduce you? Do you think this would help?” She began gyrating her hips, grinding her ass in tight circles that pressed her crotch against his throbbing cock. Bruce let out a low moan as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him. She pressed his head harder against her tits as her ass continued to move round and round in slow, sensuous circles. “That seems to be helping,” she said, with an exaggerated tone of understatement in her voice. Bruce could feel his balls tightening and the pressure building at the base of his shaft as his body prepared itself for an orgasm. “Rachael, I . . . ” Bruce started, his words cut off as the muscles in his groin tightened in an involuntary spasm. “Yes?” Rachael asked with feigned innocence. “Rachael, I . . . I . . . ” Bruce tried again, unsuccessfully. “What’s wrong, baby?” Rachael asked, still pressing his face into her bosom and rubbing her ass against his crotch. Bruce could feel the tingling in his cock reaching orgasmic proportions and he began to panic, fearing that he might actually cum in his pants. “Rachael, I don’t think we should be doing this,” he said, finally managing to get the words out. “Why not? Doesn’t it feel good?” she purred. Bruce could feel an orgasm only moments away. “I’m engaged to Suzanne!” he exclaimed. “So . . . ?” Bruce was about to pass the point of no return. “I don’t want to cheat on her,” he said, in a tone that sounded more like a plea than a statement. Rachael’s ass stopped moving, and not a moment too soon. In another second it would have been too late and he would have filled his pants with cum. She pulled his head out of the valley between her huge breasts and looked down at him. “Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?” Her voice had suddenly become firm and authoritative. “Don’t you think that if Suzanne walked in here right now, you’d already have some explaining to do?” Bruce was trying desperately to comprehend the implications of what Rachael was saying, but his cock was still dangerously close to exploding and thinking wasn’t coming easy. “I mean, I don’t think there’s any point in splitting hairs. I’m sitting on your lap. You’ve got your face buried in my tits and your cock is about to explode so hard it would probably rip a hole in your pants! If there’s a decision to be made here, I think you’ve already made it.” “But . . . but I . . . ” Bruce’s head was spinning and his cock was pounding. “At this point, if I were you, I’d just sit back and enjoy it.” Bruce sat mesmerized as Rachael drew her hands slowly up over her stomach to her chest. They slid over her bosom, each one laying flat along the smooth curve of its surface. Her hands were dwarfed by the size of her enormous breasts as her fingers squeezed them, gently sinking into the soft flesh. His eyes were glued to her chest as she began to roll her shoulders and wriggle her hips seductively, twisting and turning her body in a sexy dance to some unheard rhythm. She was moving like a stripper, slowly and sensuously. He could feel himself giving in to her, succumbing to the overpowering desire she was stirring in him. As her hips gyrated, she started rubbing against his erect, throbbing cock again. The vision of Rachael moving so erotically, her incredible breasts swaying provocatively in front of him, combined with the feel of her crotch rubbing against his groin to bring him back to the edge of orgasm. Rachael smiled at Bruce, feeling a wave of contentment and triumph. “Do you want me?” she asked, in a deep, sultry tone. Bruce opened his mouth to answer, but stopped, as if in a trance. Watching Rachael move was hypnotic. He couldn’t take his eyes off her cleavage, which grew incredibly long and irresistible as her breasts came together and then opened up into a deep, delectable valley as they moved apart. “Do you want me?” Rachael asked again. She had pushed Bruce past the point of thinking, beyond any rational process. All he could do was answer. “Yes,” he said, his voice sounding weak and confused. “Tell me again,” Rachael urged. “I want to hear you say it.” “Yes, I want you,” Bruce obeyed. “Say that you can be seduced. Tell me that you have no power to resist me.” Bruce watched Rachael’s breasts swaying back and forth before him like a watch at the end of a hypnotist’s chain. He felt drunk and light-headed and his balls felt ready to explode. “I can be seduced,” he said helplessly. “I have no power to resist you.” He knew that she would be able to make him say anything. She knew it too. When Rachael began to speak, her voice was soft and sexy. Just above a whisper: “This is why I got you to come here tonight,” she said. “I lied on the phone. There is no wedding shower.” She paused for effect before going on. “Oh, there probably will be, but it hasn’t been discussed yet. The only reason you’re here is so that I could try to seduce you . . . to find out if I could. I couldn’t resist the challenge.” Bruce listened, his eyes on Rachael’s body and his mind on his cock. “You’re not sorry you came, are you?” “No,” he gasped. “I didn’t think you would be, “she said. “Maybe tomorrow you will, but not tonight.” Rachael slid off Bruce’s lap and stood before him. She undid her jeans and began to slip them off over her hips. Still vaguely aware of his surroundings, Bruce looked toward the front door and then back at Rachael. “What about your mother?” he asked, sounding like his mind was only partially on what he was saying. “What about her?” Rachael replied innocently. “What if she comes in?” “She might,” Rachael stated matter-of-factly. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked. She bent over to pull her jeans off, leaving her breasts dangling in front of Bruce’s face. The plunging vee of her sweater left her deep cleavage and endless acres of soft flesh fully exposed. The gesture was timed perfectly to ensure that she got the answer she was looking for. “No. Please don’t stop,” Bruce said helplessly. “I didn’t think you’d want me to.” Rachael undid Bruce’s fly and reached in. She came out holding his cock. It was hard, erect and quivering, its tip shiny and wet with lubricant. As the closeness of his orgasm sent involuntary spasms surging through his groin, Rachael smiled knowingly. While still holding him in one hand, with the other she pulled aside her panties to expose the dark tuft of soft, curly hair over her pussy. She knelt on the couch, once again straddling Bruce’s hips with her legs, and positioned herself over the glistening head of his cock. Her hips continued to rotate in slow circles as she lowered herself onto him. The end of his shaft pushed through her outer lips and Bruce let out a gasp as the hot, wet sensation of entering her cunt flooded over him. She paused for a moment, her hips swaying seductively and the opening of her vagina caressing his cock. “Are you ready, Baby?” she asked. Bruce was beyond answering, his eyes moving back and forth frantically between Rachael’s breasts and the sight of his cock buried in the opening of her pussy. His mind was overcome with arousal and he could feel his blood pulsating throughout his body with unbridled, sexual passion. And then she relaxed the muscles in her legs, allowing her weight to pull her down and forcing him deep up inside her. She let out a low, guttural moan as the pleasure of penetration overcame her. Bruce began breathing in short, raspy gasps as she took control of his body. “Fuck me, Baby,” Rachael said, the words spitting out from her lips. “Shoot your hot cum up inside me.” Bruce groaned, now totally out of control. “Do it! Do it now!” Rachael’s voice was demanding and insistent. Bruce’s eyes rolled back and his head fell against the couch. The sound from his throat dropped an octave and his limbs and joints suddenly went loose. Rachael could feel his body quivering beneath her as he helplessly started to come inside her. She kept grinding her hips against him in tight circles, mercilessly squeezing everything out of him. His body continued to shake uncontrollably in the throws of orgasmic ecstasy, the erotic tingling in his cock radiating throughout his body with the intensity of a blazing, mid-day sun. He opened his eyes and the sight of Rachael’s enormous tits still swaying back and forth provocatively in front of him forced another surge that made the muscles in his legs tighten until he thought they might snap. He watched her hips rotating seductively, coaxing more out of him than he thought he had to give. As the last spasm rocked his body, he sprang forward and let out a scream that was quickly muffled as he buried his face deep into Rachael’s bosom. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled himself tight, pressing his head hard against the soft mountain of her tits. They totally engulfed him, surrounding him in a world of mammary bliss, protecting him as the overwhelming force of his orgasm slowly drained out of his body. When it was over, Bruce sat slouched back against the couch, weak and breathless. He felt as if he had stepped through a trap door and fallen into another universe, a world he had never been to before. All his life, women had been attracted to him, doting on him and pursuing him. This was the first time a woman had made him want her so completely. This was the first time he had experienced the power of seduction and the irresistible need to fulfill his erotic urge. The same urge that had pushed men to give up families and fortunes. The same urge that had sometimes driven men to madness. He felt like he had arrived in a place that he had never been before and he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to get back.
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