By Mail (with Laura Lewis)

By Mail (with Laura Lewis)

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

She receives a box by mail and a letter telling her what she has to do. Can she go through with it? Can she do what her lover asks?

Summary

She receives a box by mail and a letter telling her what she has to do. Can she go through with it? Can she do what her lover asks?

Content

Submitted: December 14, 2015

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Submitted: December 14, 2015

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Introduction:


Most of you know how much Laura Lewis and I can't stand one another specially after I posted her poem without her consent (but she was good wasn't she???) It has always been a love hate relationship between us. Well, I love her and she hates me. Anyway in order to fix this I wrote her a story. And of course she sent it back in shatters. She scraped most of it and added her own touches and sprinkles to it. And this is what you'll be reading below. What ever you don't like is probably what is left of my original writing and what ever you like is probably hers. 


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By Mail (with Laura Lewis)

"Honey there is a large package for you at the door," my hubby shouted out. He was standing outside the house late for work as usual. 

"But I didn't order anything," I replied and bit my tongue knowing I was about to get either snapped at or a taste of his sarcasm. He's late and stressing which always equals to one or the other. 

"Well it's a big box and it's addressed to you. Just open it. See you later..." he kept yelling as he climbed in his car and sped off to work. 

I brought the big box inside and put it on the dining room table. "I'll open it later. It must have been sent to me by mistake." I thought. Now I have to prepare my kid for school. I hate the school run and like my beau, we're often late. 

A few hours later I came back home and started the soul destroying task of ironing and hovering. Just living that dream. It wasn't until I'd finished straightening up the lounge that I noticed the box again. Looking around I decided that I finally have time to sit, relax and decided to open it up.  Fuck it, even if it is a mistake, it's nice to get a surprise every now and again. 

"fshfhshdssfshssfdsss," the box rapping cracked and I managed to open it to find two more boxes inside. It reminded me a little of pass the parcel when I was a kid. The memory made me smile and I felt excited as I looked down at my prizes. One large box and a very small one on top. In addition to those I found a letter with my name on it, "Miss Laura ". It was odd but for some reason I was grinning like an idiot. I am sure it has some explanation as to what is inside, maybe a clue to my secret sender. I opened the letter, read the first line and my legs started to shake. My heart pounded in my chest. Oh fuck! 

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My Dear Red Slut

You will find in the large box an outfit I would like you to wear.
After that you are going to stand at the corner of Fifth street and Cambridge road at 2 pm.
That is where you will wait for me.

Mr Nash
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I sat on the chair trying to tear open the large box and threw its contents on the floor. I was surprised to find a sexy lingerie outfit which I have all but dreamt of owning. I also found a raincoat and leather boots.

"Who the fuck does he think I am?" I yelled out almost in outrage. I can't possibly wear those and go meet him. I'd look like a prostitute. Especially with a fucking baby bump. He's crazy! He's my dirty secret and we're pure filth when we're together, which makes it tempting. He is my secret lover but he has never been so brazen before. He plays the shy game as I do, but we both are far from it. Still the thought of actually going out in public in this makes me so nervous I could vomit, but I can't stop that damn excitement. That festering curiosity of what happens after this. No No No I am not going to do that. I'm shaking my head now, battling it out with myself. Not in a million years.

I grabbed the letter to read it again and again to make sure my eyes did not deceive me. That is when I noticed the p.s. written in small letters. 

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p.s. If you don't want to do it then open the small box.
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So I franticly opened the small box praying that he had somehow managed to fit my sexy new dress in there. I'd take anything right now. I looked inside and couldn't help the huge smile that no doubt brightened up my face. Inside I found one piece of chocolate. The one I love. And my heart just melted away. I can't possibly say no to that, nor to him, nor to anything he wants me to do. Why does he have to be such a sweetheart? He is my lover, my friend, my soul mate and my talking diary and I would do anything he asks of me. I just wouldn't let him know it. Giving him that sort of power is crazy. He'd get all kinds of ideas. 

I looked over the lingerie outfit closely and wondered what I would look like wearing something like that. A lace covered potato most probably. He bought this from Ann Summers here in the UK. But I thought he hated Ann Summers. He asked me once what kind of lingerie I liked to wear but I didn't realize he would remember. It is a red and black outfit with intricate patterns of red satin and lace. It had some wicked peep cups with tiny black bows that would hardly conceal my tits and nipples. I am seven month pregnant for heavens sake. I would look like a red ball rolling in that. That thing could not possibly hold my puffed out C cup breasts which are almost spilling on to the D range. The corner of my mouth curled into a smile at that thought. My dirty secret had probably thought of that already. He likes tits barely covered and never is much for teasing. Oooooh.. and the knickers are crotchless. I like crotchless. He did remember. Clearly as unpredictable as he is cheeky. 

He also got some matching black stockings but what I really like most were those boots. Knee high, black leather and stripper stilts. Just how I like them. Just not when I have a bowling ball for a stomach. Walking in these bad boys should be interesting. 

And a fucking red Burberry trench coat!. Now how expensive is that? it must have cost a fortune. Why is he spending on me? I've specifically told him time and time again that I don't expect that sort of thing from him. So I am supposed to wear this on top of the sexy outfit and go stand in the middle of the street waiting for him? He must be joking!!!!!!

The corner of Fifth st and Cambridge road at 2 pm? But that is right next to that college at the time when all those kids are leaving school. He must have gotten the address wrong? He was from the States after all so he must not have known that. Or did he? I rolled my eyes knowing that he probably did. "Dick!" I sighed followed by a small chuckle. 

So just twenty minutes later and feeling more awkward by the second, I am standing on the corner as he told me to do. My bright red Burberry trench coat is catching everyone's attention. "Why the hell did he not get one of those long ones?" I swear. I look like a hooker in the middle of the day. I was almost mugged riding the bus down here. "Oh god! Why the hell didn't I learn how to drive?" I spoke the sand words that my entire family have hammered me with since I was seventeen. 

After three whistles and a couple of rude remarks from some of the students, a red convertible Porsche stops in front of me. I admired the car until the window wound down and I found myself admiring the driver.

"Is this the slut I've been looking for?" He asked with that sweet American accent I love. It is him, my lover. I have dreamt of those green eyes and that snickering smile for a long time and I can recognize them even with the lights off. Besides, no one calls me a slut except him and I melt at the sound of that voice. 

"It all depends how much a slut you're looking for. I've clearly got no shame..." I reply with a smirk of my own. I can see the want in his eyes, even as he's trying to hide behind his confidence.

"Open the trench coat and let's find out," he says and my jaw just drops. This is so us. Constantly trying to outdo one another. I can't let him win. 

"Seriously???" I cry out, "in front of all those kids?" 

He just stares at me expectantly with those mischievous eyes without even a blink. Of shit he is serious. Should I do it? Oh hell why not, and I open my buttoned up coat to reveal my outfit to him as well as to more than a hundred or so horny kids that line up the street to watch this spectacle. Fuck my life! 

"Yep that is the slut I am looking for," he laughs, "hop in before you catch cold." And I quickly do before the police come to arrest us for indecent behavior. 

We drove in to the country side with the wind grazing our hair. It was a lovely day for a drive. I sat in the passenger seat with my, no his trench coat opened. Being bashful is pointless now. Besides I wanted him to see me, my body, his lingerie, his slut right next to him. Unfortunately I was ever conscious of my bump which must have blocked most of the view, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he cherished it even more than I did because he put his hand on my bump and said, "I just felt that," and I just melted even further. Trust him to be filthy one second and sweet the next. He pulls off the switch effortlessly. 

I told him I only had a few hours and I had to go home to my kid and my life. The usual grind of each day and it saddened me. These stolen moments might make me feel selfish and bad, but when all is said and done, I need them. A few minutes later he pulled the car into a secluded cottage right on the outskirts of town. 

"I've rented this just for us," he said then he went inside leaving me sitting in the car. Typical. Not even opening the car door for me. I expected him to carry me inside but no, he just left me there. I mentally scratched gentleman off the list. Ok ok. It is my fault. I've always told him I don't do mushy. I am not a romantic so why would I expect anything more. Maybe it is those damn hormones. Those bastard things drive me nuts! 

A few minutes later I followed inside the house ready for a dirty afternoon. I'm not sure what I expected. Candles, petals leading to the bedroom, but I was surprised to find him sitting on a plum chair waiting for me. He is giving nothing away, nothing but the smoldering look of desire in his eyes. 

"Aren't you going to show me the place?" I asked feeling a little surprised that he didn't want to show me the cabin he'd selected for our activities. 

"No," he replied, "there is a much more urgent thing to show you." Oh fuck he is good. My heart pumped with anticipation as he eye fucked me. I both hate it and love it with equal measure. I'm smiling both ends, but the one between my legs is dribbling that nectar that he loves. 

"What about the bedroom?" I asked again.

"No need to," he briefly replied as he shrugged in the seat. He looks indifferent and for the first time I’m wondering just what's going on in that head of his. He can't normally keep anything to himself and he's easy to read. 

"Here?" I was shocked.

"Here," it was a demand. Fuck I love it when he's demanding, but today there's almost a coldness to it and the effects are head spinning. I'm tingling, throbbing and so ready for him it's insane. He just planned out our afternoon and I'm desperate to start.

I walked over to him, lifted my leg and rested my foot on one of the arms of his chair. I want him to see what he's doing to me. To see those droplets smeared on my thighs, want his tongue to tingle, his cock to twitch and ooze at the sight. 

I'm still wearing the trench coat and it was open, which gave him a complete view of my body inside my favorite lingerie outfit. His eyes immediately fell upon my pussy which clearly peaked out of the crotch less knickers as I'd hoped. Using just a finger he touched my clit and I almost blew. 

"Aren't you going to unzip my boots?" I asked trying to calm myself from the mind blowing stroking of my swollen bud. 

"No," that was all he said. Oh god. I am not going to ask him anything ever again. He had everything figured out. He's got an agenda. 

He grabbed hold of my boots and started to kiss. I swear I could almost feel his mouth all the way from outside of the leather layer. My legs were on fire from the blazing blood beneath my skin. He slowly worked up until he reached my inner thighs, both licking and kissing in a torturous way. I stopped breathing as he hovered over my skin on my thigh. The feel of his warm breath making my pussy quiver. Then I felt it. The soft graze of his lips, the delicious lap of his tongue and then he sunk his teeth in. Oh fuck! I flinched as a sharp gasp escaped my lips. He sucked the now indented skin before flicking his tongue over the red patch making more nectar dribble out of me. He bit down again, this time a little harder and I grabbed his head mainly for support, but the greed consumed me. It's his fault he knows what biting does to me, especially there. Squeezing his hair between my fingers, I pushed his head between my thighs and he started to suck my bud giving me the first orgasm of the day.

My legs were wobbling. My cunt was dripping. My lover was looking at me with a huge grin on his face and I was on top of the world. It has been so long since I had an orgasm standing on my feet. I almost felt my water break. He knew what I was going through so he just held me steady with his strong hands and helped me sit on the chair, the one he was sitting in minutes before. 

"relax my love," he said, "there is still more to come." My heart was pumping so fast not from that last orgasm, but from the fact that there was going to be more. I usually don't have more. Not at home or unless I moan about it. It was either one or nothing. Most of the time it was nothing. And he wants more. He's on his way to being perfect here. 

He stayed on his knees on the floor next to me until my breathing came back. He knew exactly when I wanted the more. Before I opened my mouth to ask for more he had spread my legs wide apart and positioned each one on the arms of the chair. Now I understand the chair. I smirked thinking of my filthy, calculating lover's mind. Always the thinker. 

I was still wearing the Burberry coat. I knew it was going to be ruined but who cares. In seconds he was burying his mouth in between the lace folds of my red panties. His tongue was trying to go as far as it could reach to scoop what is left of my honey. But that was going to be difficult as more and more of my nectar kept dripping out. I was shocked when he stopped and tore open the little lacy hole in one swift stroke. Clearly his hunger is getting the best of him and I love it. I'm aching for his tongue, his fingers and those solid inches. 

My wet pussy was now fully exposed and those knickers were torn to shreds. I thought tearing the Ann summers creation that he hates would ease him, but that didn't seem to satisfy him one bit. He inserted two of his fingers inside as far as they could go and dug out as if he was looking for something. I guess he knew what he was looking for as more and more of my juices seeped out. Then his other hand wanted in on the action. As the first was half buried in my snatch, the second was rubbing on my clit and squeezing my bud to oblivion. My head was spinning as I moaned with delight. Those expert hands fucking me back into oblivion. 

It was not possible. Two in a row is a first for me. I didn't think I had it in me. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I cried and everything in me just spilled out. Every emotion that was bottled inside, every pleasure I've kept hidden, every fantasy I've ever dreamt of, every scream I longed to shout just came pouring out in one word, "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." 

I was melted, almost done as my mind drifted from my body. I stared at him no doubt adoringly. I was breathless, but it stopped completely as my eyes processed the delicious scene in front of me. Watching his tongue lick up his glistening fingers making me feel almost in a trance. I'm not sure what else I can handle, not sure if my breathing will ever return or if my heart will slow down, but from the mischievous look in those beautiful emerald eyes, I know I'm about to carry on regardless. More stolen hours of selfishness and I can't wait. 

I must have dosed out on the chair for a few minutes however when I opened my eyes I felt it. His long thick cock was just outside my mouth touching my lips. My lower lip started to tremble with desire as his precum gently kissed it. I was desperate to lick it up, to taste the tease of that cream, but I was enjoying the feel of the sticky droplets on my lip. My mind was lost in a haze, almost a dream driven by lust as both my pulse and breathing raced together in song. 

I want him, I want him so bad I can already taste him. I just had to open my mouth and it would go straight inside. So I did. I've dreamt of this moment for months and here it is. Months of lying awake and thinking about him. Now I can live it. So I did. I opened my mouth and in went this amazing pole until it almost lodged in my throat. I moaned sending vibes after vibes in both directions. He must have felt them as I did. They came straight from my heart into the tip of his shaft all the way to his balls. Those balls which I certainly didn't neglect. How could I when they were touching my chin and I was stroking and pulling at them with my hand. Playing them with my fingers, caressing the soft sensitive skin underneath almost reaching up to his anus.

All this time he wasn't saying anything. I had always wondered what kind of a lover was he. Wanted to soak him in like a sponge and know everything about him. Every little mannerism and take in his natural ways from his chuckle down to the sound he makes when he cums. Was he loud? Was he a talker? A moaner? A grunter? Or was he just a breather?

So I began my assault on his cock. I grabbed his shaft from its base holding it tightly together with his balls and started to munch on the upper half. Yummy... I've never tasted anything so sweet. Stroke after stroke, suck after suck, I gulped. Concentrating all my efforts on this task. Every few seconds I'd wriggle my fingers behind his balls and I'd hear him take a sharp breaths. He wanted to take his time in this. He didn't want to load his spunk so soon. I liked that. It was more fun for me. More time to enjoy my sweet. More ooze to taste before the final eruption. Let him build up more of that juice. Let his balls fill up with more and more. I want to drink all that when the time is right. 

His breathing was getting more erratic. He must be close. So I squeezed his shaft and balls tight. I didn't want him there just yet. I wanted to continue with munching on this candy and licking the head like a sweet lollipop. Should I pull out? Should I let him squirt all over me? I do love to feel that warm spray on my tits and especially on my crease. Fuck that's always good! But No I wanted to drink him in this time. I didn't want to let any drop escape my mouth. 

He put his hands on my head, that is when I knew it was near. The mountain was about to explode and I was there to take it all in. A lava so delicious it was making my own juices spurt. I can feel them running down my legs and would give anything to see the same honey glistening on his lips and cheeks, but there's no way I'm stopping now to change up the position. I'm ready to devour this payload. 

I felt it. It just expanded for a quick beat and all hell came loose, running out like a volcanic eruption. It filled my mouth all the way down to my windpipe making me gag and tear up until it was all over. He was done and so was I. I sucked him dry making sure he  stayed in my mouth until every single drop was accounted for. Took as much of him as I could into my mouth and sucked in a continuous rhythm never easing up. Gorging on him until he softened between my lips. 

I lay back then feeling very much the winner of this round. I smirked as I took one look at his green eyes that resembled those of a lust filled fool. I can still taste him, still hear every gasp and it melted me all over again. Yep definitely a breather.

He retreated and sat on the sofa opposite me. I was still sitting in the same chair looking at him as he did the same. Those green eyes burning with an intensity so strong that I can feel it in my gut. I feel on show, like the prey, his for the taking. I can't help but let my eyes wander. His cock was deflated but his face still emanated every beam of lust. I knew he still wanted me even though his body was telling him otherwise. I had to do something about that. I can’t possibly go back to my life without knowing what it is like, what his cock can do, what my heart can take. We still have a few minutes left until my boring life hits me in the face again. This might be the last time I see my lover again, the last time I see his body, the last time I get to touch or taste, or feel his breath on my skin. 

So I sat back and pushed myself as far as I could go and lifted my legs up again on the arms of the chair. I wanted to give him a complete view of my pussy. My knickers have already been torn to shreds so everything is now exposed. Those parted lips revealing that deep pink blush glazed with nectar. His dick just pulsed. I saw that. More than that I felt that as my heart pumped with every flicker as it jumped. But still that was not enough. He needed more stimulus, more of me. So I put my hand on my pussy and started to play. Flicking my digits over my bud as another swept down my wetness. Moving up and down, feeling the folds of my lower lips throbbing as well. All of it giving me that tingling that comes before the rush. Only this time it was happening so fast that I thought my head my explode. Is that possible? even when I masturbate by myself I never felt anything like that. And I do masturbate a lot. Well is was mainly his fault. When we started talking that definitely pushed me to the limit a lot. But now the feeling I am having is way more then what I ever felt by myself. 

So I continued my play and he continued to throb. That delicious cock taking the challenge and succumbing with every stroke of my fingers. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but today those emeralds are a trap door to a blood pumping, shaft thickening stiffy. 

I put one of my fingers inside and I almost came myself. Fuck I didn't want to do that, not yet. But he still was not there. I had to give him more. So I put my other hand on one of my tits and squeezed. Oh shit I hope he appreciate what I am trying to do here. I am about to combust. I pulled down the cup folds of my lingerie to give him a full view of my tits and started to tweak on my nipple. Multitasking at its best as his wide eyes took in my assault on my body. I could hear his breathing deepen as if he was trying to control himself. Just that sound alone was enough for me. That is when I felt my hand soak with my own juices. Euphoria rushed on me and I cried out in sheer bliss. I glanced over as I bit my lip and slowly came back to Earth, that is when I saw that his cock had finally returned to its former glory. 

He stood up and started walking towards me. A mixture of determination and an undeniable lust on his expression. Oh fuck! My eyes were locked on that dick of his as I drooled from both smiles. It wasn't huge nor thick nor long, just an average size but it was mesmerizing non the less. I don't know why I couldn't take my eyes of of it. Maybe it was because I had been dreaming about it for so long. I want it so bad right now. My heart was pounding and my hands were sweating. A drop of precum was spilling out from the upper hole of his dick making its way between the two fold all the way down the shaft. It was shimmering in sunlight as rays of light reflected off it, shining like a spotlight on a dark stage. I was hypnotized. I couldn't think of anything else and it was coming straight at me.


He stood in front of me and placed his hands on the upper backrest of the chair and pushed. Shit! The chair flipped backward. It was a recliner and I gasped as my body flopped back. My legs were still on the arms, clinging on for dear life as I waited with anticipation for his next move. The hunger is evident in his eyes, his expression, even his movements. He put both his hands under the folds of my knees and pulled me towards him, towards his waiting cock and it slid into my wet pussy with one quick thrust. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh" I gasped at the fullness of us. I had wondered how he was he going to fuck me with that bump intruding between us. Now I knew. For the past few months I've been fucked from behind while I was on my hands and knees. I missed that. I missed being fucked whilst on my back. That connection, the intimacy and the feeling that envelops me as I see the effects of my cunt hold. It was much more enjoyable. I wanted to feel his cock as it rubbed on my clit. I missed that sensation. I don't know how he knew but he knew and his cock was now buried inside of me to the hilt. Clearly he wants to waste not even an inch, wants to fill me with everything he's got and I in turn want it too. I want to feel him for days after this. 

He started to push slowly at first. Increasing the pace every few seconds until he was pumping hard and fast. His hands where locked underneath my legs for better grip and he was pounding as I lay straight back on the chair. My body sinking into it with the force of every thrust. I now love this chair. Who needs a fucking bed. Come to think of it I didn't see the bed yet. Probably won't see it today but this is more kinky. Being fucked in the living room shows how much he wants me. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. Sex in bed takes out the spontaneity of the whole act. Now we are here and that is all I want. 

As he was pummeling his way inside my pussy my breasts were flopping up and down reacting to his every move. I put my hands on my tits and pinched at my nipples as he watched. It seemed to light a fire under him as his eyes widened and his breathing sharpened. The more I tweaked the more he got excited and the harder he pushed. I like it hard. I need it hard. Hell knows I've been handled with tweezers ever since the cross on the pregnancy test turned blue and now I wanted to be punished for that silly mistake. I should have been treated as such from day one but Nooooo.... I've been pampered with feathers since then. But now I wanted the leather and I wanted it hard. My lover knew what I wanted and he was giving it to me. 

Suddenly he looked at me and grunted softly. He was almost there and so was I. My face was flushing red like the color of my outfit and we were panting like two bitches in heat. He shoved his last and exploded flooding me with his hot cream and I followed suit. We were shivering together as he fell on me and I hugged him with all my might afraid he'd slip away. 

We lay in each other arms on the recliner chair which could barely take me not to mention both of us. Snuggling like puppies we stayed there for almost twenty minutes not wanting to leave, not saying a word. Unfortunately everything comes to an end. We have to go back to our lives once again. In a few hours I have to get my kid from school and I should have been home preparing dinner. So it is take out today. Thoughts of already planning my night of normality took the flame from my wick. 

He stood up and started to dress as if feeling it too. I almost cried. This is over I knew it. I felt it. He was probably thinking the same thing but his face was like a frozen statue. Almost stoic and for once I couldn't read him. I stood up and adjusted what was left of my outfit. My panties were on the floor split in half. I left them there and wrapped my coat tight around my body. It was hot outside but I felt cold. I walked out to the car as he was buttoning his shirt. It seemed silly to prolong it now or torture myself further with this heavy silence when we're both thinking the same. Waiting outside was the best option for both of us. 

I stopped in front of the Porsche and took in the magnificence of it. Even though I never did learn how to drive but I always wanted one of those. Hell it was every man, woman and child's dream to have one of those and it was probably the last time I was going to ride in one. Loosing two dreams in one day is devastating. 

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me as if he did not want me to go. I knew he didn't. I rested my head on his chest and moaned again. My last moan of the day was both an outrageous and depressing thought. I turned my head and gave him a kiss. That is when I remembered. It was our first kiss. How could we have fucked without even one kiss? Oh fuck his mouth tasted so sweet as his tongue explored inside. Softly caressing mine as it explored my mouth. All with the taste of myself flooding my taste buds. Our tongues rolled together like waves on the beach. His hands roamed over my Burberry coat until he found the waist belt and he pulled it loose and I felt the cool breeze blow inside the folds of my outfit. This was probably his last farewell, his last touch, his last caress before we head back home. 

Suddenly he pushed me on the hood of the car and swept the trench coat aside. If Mr or Mrs Burberry knew how their creation was being handled they probably would close shop. I was sprawled on the front of the car with my hands gripping the steel hood for support. Then I felt it. Oh fuck it was him once again. His cock was right at the entrance of my pussy pushing its way inside. Oh fuck! How could that be? How the hell did he get hard so fast. Who the fuck cares. I want him again right now and I want him to give it to me as I was clinging to that fucking car. "Aaaaoooooo," I moaned out load. He was pulling at my hair as he pushed his dick further inside. 
"Oh yes baby," I cried. I had never been that much of a talker but I could not help myself. I wanted to tell him how much his cock was pleasuring me, how this was making me feel. "Harder,"  that was all I could come up with but it was enough. We both knew it was enough and he did exactly what I wished him to do, what I dreamt he would do and he was right there doing it to me harder and harder. The sound of our bodies slamming into the hood was magnificent. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." I screamed telling him I was about to have one of the most amazing orgasms of my entire life on the hood of a Porsche. And I did. Spasming, thrashing, bucking on that fucking car as he slammed me with his seeds one last time. Burberry be damn. The perfect goodbye, the right way to start it and end it. 

We drove home not saying a word. He stopped in front of my house and waited for me to get out. Was he expecting a kiss, a thank you, a goodbye touch. He looked at me and said, "I'll be coming everyday to pick you up at twelve. Be ready."

I gulped down and opened my mouth like a kid, "what?" I said. What the hell was that all about? I didn't comprehend what had just happened until the smirk brightened up his face. Another plan. 

"I've rented the cottage for three more months,"he said looking very pleased with himself. 

"What?" I asked once again like a blabbering fool. Three months? Oh fuck I am seven month pregnant. That means he.... Oh shit, oh shit! He can't do that to me. That is past my.......
I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. Of course I wanted to but my life, my world....fuck! 

I just opened the door and stood outside of the car waiting for him to tell me he was kidding with me, but he didn't. The last thing he said was, "oh by the way, you'll be getting a box by mail everyday until then. You'll know what to do." And he sped off in to the horizon leaving me smirking, grinding, laughing at the thoughts of what he has planned for us through out his stay here in the UK.


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