Kitchen Quickie

I find her alone in the kitchen, tidying the counter after dinner. I pause for a second to admire the way her body is squeezed into the tight, short dress that had me distracted all night.

She looks up at me and smiles. “Oh. Hi you”

“Need a hand” I ask. But my intentions are anything but helpful.

“No, I’m almost done thanks,” she replies. “I’ll be out again in a second.”

I look behind me to make sure that no-one is coming, then joined her behind the counter, standing beside her. “I think I’ll give you a hand anyway,” I insisted, placing your hand on her waist and pulling her to me. Her body is firm and warm beneath your palm. Her vanilla hourglass figure had me memerised, her tits were sat perfectly on her chest and her firm booty invaded her dress causing it to ride up.

“what are you doing?” she asks warily.

“Just giving you a hand,” I reply as I begin to stroke up and down the side of her delicious body. It’s a bold move, and I’m asking for a slapped face. But fuck it — she’s made me so unreasonably horny that I was prepared to take the risk. My senses became heightened from the fruity smell of her perfume aggravating my animalistic mood to ravage her where she stood.

“You might’ve had a bit too much to drink,” she suggested, trying unsuccessfully to move away from me.

“You might be right,” I reply. Actually I was pretty sober, but being drunk would serve as some kind of excuse for what I was about to try next. I slide your hand down to her juicy ass and give it a firm squeeze resulting in her slowly elevating onto her tip toes.

“!” she gasps. “You can’t just… just…”

“Just what?” I ask, fondling her sexy ass through her dress. I have wanted to do this for so long to her. If she punched me in the balls now, it will all have been worth it.

“You can’t just walk up to a girl and start” — she fumbles for the words — “taking liberties!”

“Why not?” I counter, hoping that engaging her in conversation will allow me to keep groping for longer. I slide your hand from cheek to cheek, exploring the curvature of her delightful derriere. I can’t believe she’s letting me do this.

“What do you mean, why not?” she replies disbelievingly. “You just can’t!”

“, I’m not sure that I want to live in a world where I can’t grope a beautiful woman. Do you mind if I take a look at your panties?” I ask brazenly, surprising even yourself.

She’s rightfully dumbstruck. “Do I mind… what?”

I don’t wait for an answer that would probably be in the negative anyway. I tug her dress up around her waist, revealing a pretty pair of pink laced frenchies, riding up slightly between her cheeks.

“Oh my God!” she whispered, still standing facing the counter as her underwear is exposed. She puts her face in her hands, blushing furiously.

I start squeezing and stroking her ass through her panties. “You’ve got a nice butt, . You know it, don’t you? That’s why you’ve been teasing me all night with it.”

“I haven’t been teasing you!” she protests.

“Oh. Okay,” I reply, a little disappointed. “Sorry. My bad.”

I press two fingers between her legs and she clamps her thighs together in an attempt to block access to her pussy. In response I shove my knee between her thighs and force her legs apart fairly easily, then slide my big hand between her legs and begin rubbing her through her panty gusset.

“ you can’t!” she objects.

“No-one seems to be stopping me,” I reply. It’s true — she’s made very little attempt to prevent me having my way with her. Things are going absolutely swimmingly.

“Stop,” she says weakly, but she doesn’t move as I continue to stroke her, feeling her heat and dampness through her panties. I position yourself behind her and press yourself against her. The bulge in my pants pokes into her ass crack. Slowly I grind it up and down.

“Do you know what this is?” I ask, holding her against me with a hand on her stomach.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“What is it?” you prompt.

She waits a few seconds before quietly replying. “It’s your dick.”

“It’s yours if you want it,” I offer, thrusting against her, feeling her buttocks squish as I push my hips against them.

She doesn’t reply.

“Do you want it?” I persist.

Silence again. I take that to mean assent. I undo MY pants and let them fall to my ankles, quickly followed by underpants. my cock is rock hard and angry. I rub it against her buttocks, using it to poke her panties into her crack, then slip it between her thighs, rubbing my knob against her camel-toe.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispers, squirming as my big dick prods at her nether regions.

Bend forward,” I command. she did nothing to resist as I adjust her into position, elbows on the counter with her legs spread and ass out. I slide my 9 inch long and 1 inch thick cock into her panties through a leg hole and thrust it up and down between her cheeks, squeezing her buttocks around my shaft with both hands. I could play with her sexy butt all night.

I heard laughter from the other room and are reminded that the two of you are not the only people in the house. If I don’t want to be interrupted I had better get a move on. I pull my throbbing cock out of her panties and wriggle them down to mid-thigh, exposing her naked ass in all its glory. I can’t resist giving it another firm squeeze, this time delighting in the feel of her soft skin.

“Wait — what if someone — ” she begins.

“Shhh!” I force my hand between her legs and worm my fingers between her pussy lips and into her slit. She’s very wet down there.

“You’re dripping” I taunt.

“Now hang on!” she objects indignantly. “If you grope any girl’s butt for long enough she’s going to get turned on, but that doesn’t mean — Oh!”

I stopped her complaining by quickly aiming my heavy and veiny cock and thrusting forward hard, sinking deep into her warm, wet cunt, snagging and drawing her inner pussy lips in with you. I take her by the hips and start thrusting, slowly at first. After several long strokes I quickly decide that the sensation of her pussy wrapped around your prick is one of my ten favorite things.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” She whimpers to herself as she’s repeatedly penetrated while bent over the kitchen counter. As I pick up the pace the only other sound is that of my hips smacking against her quivering ass cheeks.

“You can’t just — uh — bend a girl over and — uh — start fu — uh — fucking her!” she grunts.

“Are any of these rules written down somewhere?” I ask, grabbing her yummy tits through her dress and using them as hand-holds.

“No! It’s — oh — oh — obvious!”

“Well, I must admit I didn’t think it would be this easy,” I reply. I sneak a hand down and start tracing circles around her stiff, protruding clit, using pussy juice as lubricant.

“Ohhhhh,” she sighs, her body shuddering.

Suddenly a voice calls out from the other room. “ are you in there?”

She gasps in fright, then shouts back, “Stay there, I’m cumming in a sec!”

I don’t want to make a liar of her. My fingers dance over her clit in a blur as I shove my rock solid cock as deep into her sensual pussy as I can, then pump her with a series of short thrusts, withdrawing less than half way for each.

“Ohhh — ohhh — ohhhhh!” she whimpers, shivering all over as her orgasm washes through her, making her instantly a lot wetter down there, coating my balls with juice. Without waiting for her to finish coming I decide to focus on yourself, pumping in and out of her quivering cunt as fast as you can, and in a few seconds I am coming too.

“Unnngghhh” I growled, my chocolate cock pulsing and twitching as I pump her full of sperm for 5 seconds endlessly filling her up. It’s been a few days since I last came, so she received the maximum amount of gooey white cum. I keep thrusting the whole time, her nether regions getting squelchier and squelchier, my commingled fluids oozing down her inner thighs.

I take a few gasping breaths, then pull my long heavy prick out of her. A string of semen briefly connects my dick and her gaping hole before breaking and dropping down her leg. Her twitching pussy is oozing cum, and her ass and thighs are coated with it.

There’s a roll of paper towels on the bench nearby. I peel off a few sheets to wipe her clean, then get another and stuff it between her legs before pulling her panties back up into place and her dress back down over them. Then i wipe off my hung woodlog cock and tuck it away while she straightens up.

She looked a bit dazed. I take her in my arms and kiss her deeply,our tongues entwined as we pant into each others’ mouths hotly. It occurs to me that this might’ve been a better way to begin the encounter, but I didn’t have any complaints regarding how things panned out.

“Are there any other dumb rules I need to know about?” I finally ask her.

She ponders a minute. “Umm… no blowjobs in the bathroom later?”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

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