Emily was still in bed in the spare room and was
naked under the duvet apart from one black stocking and her suspender belt when
Andrew knocked on the door and walked in.
After the long and exhausting sexual episodes of
the night before she was still fast asleep, so he had to wake her up.
“Wake up Emily” he shouted
“What?” she said sleepily
“Wake up” he said “It’s time to rise and shine”
“Well, aren’t you the little ray of sunshine” she
responded
“I gathered your clothes together” he said and
threw them on the bed
“Well,
I can’t go home in that outfit” she snapped “Mum and Dad will know I’ve been
out all night, in fact everyone will know I’ve been out all night”
He
left the room mid rant and returned a few minutes later carrying some clothes
in my arms.
“There
are some Jeans, a sweater, some socks and pants” he said handing Emily the
clothes “And a pair of trainers”
“Property of one of your many conquests I suppose”
she said facetiously
“Property of one of my nieces actually” he
corrected her
“Oh, I’m sorry I shouldn’t be ungrateful” she said “But
I draw the line at wearing another girl’s knickers, I think that’s a bit icky”
“Really?” he said “I think there’s something
strangely arousing about a girl wearing another girls knickers”
“You would” she said and smiled
“But I wouldn’t fixate too much on the underwear,
it’s not really going to be an underwear kind of day” he said
“It’s not?
“It’s not, so don’t bother dressing, there’s a robe
in the bathroom,” he said “Breakfast in the kitchen in 10 minutes”
“I don’t really do breakfast” she retorted
“Today you do, you need to take on fuel, it’s going
to be an…. energetic day”
“How much fuel?” she asked
“A full tank” he replied and left the room
When Emily walked into the kitchen, she was wearing
the white towelling robe from the guest bathroom and Andrew was similarly
attired but his robe was pale blue.
“Perfect timing” he said as he put two large full
English breakfasts on the table “Sit down and eat”
“I can’t eat all that, just some toast for me” she
said
“Eat” he instructed and handed her a knife and fork
Emily
Brown was sat at the kitchen table with an empty plate in front of her, from
which she had cleared every morsel of her hearty full English breakfast as well
as two slices of toast.
Not
a bad effort from someone who claimed not to be able to eat a big breakfast
“Did
you enjoy that?” he asked as he cleared the table
“Very
much” she replied as she was halfway through her second mug of tea
“I
could tell” he said as he sat back down
“I
like a bit of sausage” she said and as she held her mug in one hand the other
one invaded the folds of his robe and gripped his awakening cock.
It
took him by surprise because up to that point he had been in control and they
were following his timetable but now she had gone off script and taken the
initiative so he decided to wrestle it back by pulling her to her feet and
wrestling her on the table before getting onto her back, and to make sure she
stayed their he pushed her legs back so her knee’s rested on her breasts.
Andrew
shed his robe and exposed his erection but wasn’t ready to go in her straight
away even though Emily made it clear she was ready for it when she started
fingering her clit.
Andrew
looked lustily down while her fingers busied themselves at her moist pink
pussy, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he licked at her gamey
flesh while her fingers diligently frigged between her hairy lips.
With
a combination of his noshing on her juicy poon and her delicious self-abuse it
didn’t take long for the two of them to take her to climax and he was soon
plugging his cock into her juicy cunny and with her knees still resting on her
tits, her hands gripped the table as he fucked her hard, which is what she
wanted, a good hard fucking
“Oh God Andrew” She moaned,
He partially withdrew, but went back into her hard
and she moaned loudly
“That feels so good”
Emily gave great panting moans with each stroke and
her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table
legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as she
gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Andrew had to grip the table himself to try and
halt its progress across the kitchen floor.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the
end, and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until
her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as she went rigid and her whole
body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he shot into her in short pumping
spasms.
Andrew looked down at the sweaty panting wreck
panting hard with her knees still sitting on her tits he realised that at time
his last length went into her grateful gash, the table had moved two feet from
its original position.
When they had finally stopped panting, she sighed
“That
was very satisfactory”
“You’re
satisfied?” he asked
“Very
definitely” she replied
“You’ve
had enough then?” he asked, and she lifted her head
“I
didn’t say that”
“Greedy
girl” he said and spanked her cheek hard enough to leave
a red handprint on her white cheek, and she let out a yelp.
“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled and Andrew gently
lowered her legs, so she was draped over the kitchen table like a slutty
tablecloth.
“Catch your breath, have a rest, take a shower and
then you can have some more” he said as he left the kitchen
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