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Introduction:

Though the same names are used, this story is not a continuation of "He Works on More than Computers." Credit to Ray, who came up with the plotline. The wrting is all mine though.
I was staring at myself in the mirror. No bra. No panties. No nothing.

48DD breasts and an ass I knew other girls would kill for. Flat stomach to go with it.

I finally decided it would be best if I put clothes on for when Ray came over. After all, he was just fixing the air conditioning in my car.

***

My name is Melinda. I’m 24. Ray and his wife live next door. I’d never really gotten to know her but I wanted to get to know Ray if you catch my drift. He’s an “older guy” but barely looks it if you ask me. When I first met him and his wife, I thought he was in his late twenties or something.

I’m not really vain. But I can admit I’m a bitch when it comes to playing with guys. I like teasing, I like the looks I get from men. And Ray was a perfect target. Mostly because he’s married. Maybe I’m just imagining it, but I think he might be kind of into me. I guess I’m too proud for my own good. But I am a virgin and have no intention of fucking anyone until I’m married. I just like to be a tease.

***

I decided to really put on a show for him. I put on a black bra and no panties. I slid on something of a top that basically was a hoodie that went down my slides and fanned out to cover my ass just enough. I pulled on knee-high black leather boots.

I knew his wife would be out of town, shopping or something. Oh well for her. Her husband would be getting a bone from me tonight.

I heard a knock. I opened it to a very sexy looking Ray. Even in just a t-shirt and jeans, he made me wet.

“Hey,” I said, stepping out onto the porch. I winked at him and bit my lip innocently. “Car’s in the garage. I really appreciate this.”

“No problem,” he said casually. I led the way out to the back where my driveway ended in a two car garage, making sure to swing my hips more than necessary. The big door was already open. I unlocked the door and said “Go for it.”

He took his tools into the car, getting in on the driver’s side. He went to work, and I slid into the passenger seat. I watched him as he worked, making useless chatter.

Every once in a while he’d look at me, I wasn’t sure because he was just looking at me or because he was seeing if all this car talk was boring me. But whenever he did I was in the most provocative pose. Once when he glanced up I was sitting cross-legged on the seat, mind you that I had no panties on and my outfit exposed all.


“Since you wife is out of town, Ray,” I said when he was done. We both stepped out of the car and shut our doors. “I’m hoping you’ll let me make you dinner.”

“You don’t need to, Melinda,” he replied politely. “There’s stuff in the fridge I’m just going to heat up and-”

“Oh c’mon, Ray,” I said, cutting him off and taking hold of his strong bicep. “I’d feel just awful knowing that you’re not getting a real dinner. Besides, you just fixed my car, it’s the least I can do.”

“Really, Melinda, you don’t need to do that.”

I hung to his arm tighter. “Please, Ray?” I said, looking up at him with doe eyes.

I don’t know whether it was the fact that I had convinced him or that my face was irresistible to him at that moment, but he finally agreed.

“Just let me go home and get wash up and put away my tools, alright?”

I nodded. “I usually do dinner at five-” I glanced down at my watch “-so I’ll see you a about an hour and a half.”

“Alright.”

“It’s be fun,” I said with a wink.

“Don’t try anything funny,” he warned. “Or you’ll be sorry.”

I just smiled.

We both headed into our own houses. I looked myself over in the mirror, my outfit was still perfect but I decided to really tease him now. I’d put on the most provocative dress I owned.. I giggled to myself as I looked through my closet.

Before putting on the dress I cooked dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs. I pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I set the table before heading upstairs.

I redid my hair, putting it up in an elegant twist. I also washed my face and put on different makeup that showed off my natural beauty. Then I slid on my dress. I looked myself over in the mirror.

When I heard the knock at the door then it opened. I went downstairs.

I heard Ray’s quiet gasp when he saw me.

My dress left nothing to the imagination. It was red as my lipstick and at the slight of him my nipples got a little hard.

“Hey,” I said, leading him to the dining room. “Everything’s ready, I’ll go get it. I hope you don’t mind spaghetti and meatballs.” I went to the kitchen and brought out two pots. When I opened the lids steam poured out. I went back to the kitchen and brought out the bread. “Some of it is garlic, and there’s butter if you want it.”

“Thank you, Melinda,” he said. I decided I might as well serve it too. I leaned over the table, giving hi a good view of my juicy ass. I wore my bra or panties. I put food on his plate and poured our drinks. Then I sat down, getting a bit of food for myself.

We talked a bit, but I think that for the most part Ray was staring me down. I mostly played with my food. My appetite wasn’t for food, but attention. And I was getting plenty of it.

I sat up straight, and my tits were nearly popping out of my dress. My nipples were hard and it was easy to see that. At one point, I decided to really mess with him and I slid my foot, under the table, to Ray’s leg. I let my toes tickle their way up his foot and nearly reach his crotch before I dropped it back to the ground and acted as if nothing happened.

I announced that I wasn’t hungry and took my plate out to the kitchen, I came back with a napkin that I set on the table in front of my seat. I sat back down, slowly, all but hanging my chest out in front of Ray for him to touch.

He finished not long after I had.

“There’s a bit of sauce on your chin, Ray,” I pointed out even though there was none. I held out the napkin. He reached for it but I pulled back. I went around the table and sat on his lap, grinding my wet pussy onto his leg while I settled myself so I was facing him. I wiped the napkin on his chin.

I smiled at him and winked. I spread him legs and locked them around his waist. My soaking pussy was on the crotch of his pants, dripping onto them. I ground my ass and pussy onto him as I “made myself comfortable.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“Oh, not at all,” he said, putting his hand on my cheek. His thumb traced my lips.

I rested my head in his hand, closing my eyes.

Our heads leaned together, our foreheads touched and I felt his warm breath on my lips. I rotated my hips and locked my arms around his neck. We kissed passionately. His tongue slid into my mouth and mine copied his. I pressed my whole self against him, my hard nipples poking him.

It wasn’t until he started to move to grope my breasts that I decided to really be a tease.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, pulling away. “You’re married, Ray.” I stood up and straightened out my dress, but not before flashing him my pussy. “I can’t destroy your wedding vows.”

He stood too, his arms wrapping around my waist again, pulling me to him. “I warned you not to tease,” he reminded me. “You can’t run now that I want you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck again, and we kissed more. He picked me up and my legs wrapped back around him. I probably made his pants wet with my juices.

Again, he made a move for my chest, again, I pulled away.

“We shouldn’t, Ray,” I said, my voice was seductive. “I’ll take to you later or something, okay?” I turned to lead him to the front door.

I gasped when his hand came down on my ass.

“Ray, what’re you-?!”

He smacked my ass again, harder. “You teasing bitch, did you really think I’d let you get away with this?”

I spun around and backed up. My followed me, a dark- and admittedly sexy- look on his face. I started moving faster, until finally I spun back around and dashed up the stairs. He followed, but not at a run. He seemed to think he’d win in the end.

I had no where to hide, there were only two bedrooms, and one was empty. I couldn’t even dream of hiding in the bathroom- how stupid Hollywood movie would that be?

I stood in the middle of my halfway and hung my head, closing my eyes and admitting defeat.

His hand stroked my cheek. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice was soothing and it turned me on. “I’ll take care of you.”

A few tears ran down my face. This had all been a game to me, but now I was going to have to accept that I couldn’t get away with this type of teasing forever.

“I’m a virgin,” I whispered in a broken voice. The tears were choking me.

“Even better,” he said. He kissed me again, but this time I was reluctant.

He pulled me close to him again, his hands kneading my ass.

“Don’t do this, Ray,” I whispered as his lips moved down to my neck. I wanted to push him away, but I already knew his was too strong.

His lips found mine again, and this time I made no response. I yelped in pain as he spanked me. “Don’t lie you fucking whore,” he said sharply. “If you didn’t want this you wouldn’t be wearing this dress. If you didn’t want this you wouldn’t have had me over. If you didn’t want ME you wouldn’t have even talked to me in the first place.

A sob ripped from my chest, because he was right. It was true. And I was afraid that I’d get what I wanted now.

He pulled me into my room, still trying to kiss me. When I made no responses yet again he sat down and in one quick movement that I wouldn’t have seen coming if I was psychic he had me bent over his knee.

“You know what’s about to happen, Melinda,” he said. “I’m going to punish you for being so naughty. We’re you naughty, Melinda?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He swatted my ass. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I was naughty.” The tears kept streaming.

“What else were you?” He spanked me again. “What else were you?”

“I was being a slut. I was being a teasing whore. I’m so dirty, Daddy.” I gasped when I said Daddy, surprised at myself that something like that had slipped out of my mouth.

“Good girl,” he said. Instead of spanking me, he caressed my tender ass. I bit my lip to hold in my moan, but I couldn’t stop my body from shuddering in response. “It’s alright,” he said, running his fingers along my ass. “You don’t have to hide what you feel, Melinda. I’m going to take care of you.”

He pulled my dress, and it easily broke open and came off.

Now I was naked, bent over Ray’s knee, being touched. He sat me on his lap, my back to him. He lifted my arms so they were around his neck, making my 48DD’s easily accessible. He reached around me and started kneading my chest and kissing my neck.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” he whispered. “Do you like it when Daddy plays with you like this?”

I couldn’t deny, his hands were amazing. “Yes, Daddy. It feels good.”

“Mmm, that’s a good girl.” A hand slid down my stomach, and I knew where it was going.

“Daddy, I’m a virgin,” I whimpered. I closed my legs. “Please, don’t.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, you filthy whore!” Suddenly his gentle hands became violent. His pinched my nipples to the point of pain and I cried out.

He stood me up in front of him and I felt like the whore he told me I was.

“Do you touch yourself?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Is your hymen still intact?”

“No.”

“Are you tight?”

“Yes.”

He smiled and took off his pants and shirt. Now he was in just his boxers and his hard cock was begging to get out.

I bit my lip, feeling ashamed that I wanted him inside me.

“What do you want to do?” he asked. “Tell me.”

I turned a bright red. “I’d rather, um, show you.”

“Go ahead.”

I climbed back onto his lap, pushing his shoulders down so he was on his back. Then I let myself go. I ground my hips onto his dick, the only thing stopping him from penetrating me was his boxers. I danced on him for about ten minutes before we both couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed my waist and pulled my sex up to his face while he peeled off his boxers.

Usually, I was the one doing the work. I was still a virgin, mostly, but I gave lots of head. So it shocked me to have someone working on me. I let out probably one of the most erotic moans anyone had ever heard. He sucked on my clit and I was going crazy. His hands massaged my ass and eventually his thumbs parted my soaking pussy lips and his tongue made it’s way into my love tunnel. That’s when I lost control.

“Ah, fuck!” I moaned, I started shaking with the power of my orgasm. “Oh, oh, oh! YES! Fuck, Ray! Don’t ever stop, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

He lapped at all my juices eagerly. My orgasm was so powerful I thought I might explode.

I was a little worn when my body had finally calmed down. He’d licked me the entire time and then some. He grabbed my hips again, moving me down his body to his cock.

“Are you ready?” he asked in his seductive voice, I was sitting on his lap facing him. He leaned forward and kissed my neck, his lips moved down to my collar bone and before I knew it he was sucking on my nipple.

“Yes,” I moaned. I reached down and spread my lips so he could get inside me. I shut my eyes as he lowered me onto him.

“Oh fuck!” we said at the same time. I was so tight, I could feel his member pulsing in me. He started to bounce me up and down on his dick, he was so big! And I was so tight. Had it not felt so good it might have hurt.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I moaned. “Oh, fuck me! You’re so good- so good! Ah, fuck, I can’t take this. You’re going to make me cum again. Ah, you’re so big! I’ve wanted you inside me for such a long time! Oh, fuck me! My clit is burning. Can I touch myself while you fuck me, Master?”

“Yes,” he moan.

I put my left hand on his shoulder while my right hand moved down to my burning clit. I squeezed it once, then I felt all the tension build up. I was so tense it hurt.

“Fuck, RAY! I’m cumming! Oh, fuck, I‘m cumming!” I wrapped my arms around him as he pounded me. Seconds later, I could hear his unintelligible moans in my ear and I could feel his hot load filling me up.

“Yes!” I moaned.

He collapsed, still shooting in me. He was on his back and I was laying on him, his dick still in me. I could feel it getting limp and when I regained control of myself first thing I did was start tightening my pussy muscles around his dick, wanting him to get hard again. I never wanted this night with Ray to end.

The End
1 comments

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2012-10-03 15:05:34
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