My tongue wrapped around his cock, sucking the last of his juices and tasting the tang of my own pussy as well. I wanted him again. I couldn’t bare it if he changed his mind.
“We made love,” I said timidly from my knees, staring up at his partially swollen shaft and into his stone face. “We made love.”
I pressed my lips to his rock hard stomach. Sighing deeply, he pulled me up from my knees and drew me close to his body. His warmth felt pleasant as he wrapped his arms around me, my body now aware of the chill of the evening. We stood there, staring off into the night, into the twinkling city lights, and I made one wish.
“Please, don’t let this be the end.” I whispered silently to myself.
Before long we were back on the road, headed into town. I had dressed myself, finding my panties in the pile of clothes on my seat. I was about to put them back on when Jonathan stopped me.
“I’ll be keeping these,” he said as he grabbed my panties and held them to his nose. He smelled them, eyes nearly drunken with my scent.
I could feel myself tingle and I wondered what it would be like. To have his tongue between my thighs, to have him taste me. My body tensed as my imagination tried to imagine. I had heard about guys who liked to lick a girl there, but I had never in a million years fantasized about it. Somehow it seemed dirty, but now, watching him revel in my scent, my body wanted it, wanted his tongue deep within me. I was in silent contemplation when his voice brought me back to the moment.
“We have to keep this quiet.” He turned and his eyes burnt into mine. “The divorce, we can’t let anyone know until the divorce is final. If word of this gets out, she could wind up with more than just the house.”
“Don’t worry Jonathan. It'll be our little secret.” I repeated the words he had whispered to me earlier in the day. “But only if you promise me…”
“Promise you what?” A look washed over his face that I couldn’t understand.
“Only if you promise that it won’t end here. I need you.” The hunger in my voice was obvious. He held all the power, all the cards, and all I wanted was for him to want me.
“I will do anything, Jonathan,” I continued. My innocent brown eyes burned into his, waiting for him to respond, expecting him to deny my one request.
“Well, I will be moving into a condo by the end of the week. It just so happens I will need someone to keep it tidy. You could be my 'maid.' Your mother won't be able to give you nearly the life I have provided once we divorce."
I blushed, relief washing over me as he accepted my request. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to show him how much it meant to me. I reached down into his pants, pulled his cock free, and dove my voluptuous lips around him. He grew instantly.
“Damn,” he growled as his hips thrust upward into my warm, wet, and eager mouth. I sucked and stroked him until his cock stood on end again. I could hear the engine roaring as we raced back towards the city, faster, louder, as if the car was a display of his pleasure. I pressed my lips down hard as his hips thrust upwards and his cock slid deeply into my throat. The car roared and I could feel my pussy aching, wanting him again, feeling the speed and the power. I pressed on, taking him in and out, deeply, greedily.
“Oh god, here I go, don’t stop,” he moaned.
I pressed down harder than before this time, my throat swallowing around him, taking him deeper, deeper, until my lips met the base of his massive, rock hard cock. I could feel it when he came, feel the shiver, the pulse, the warm fluid being released within me. I held myself there for as long as I could, holding my breath, eyes watering. I drank him down, slowly retreating, tracing my tongue along his dick as I took every last drop of his cum.
“Forget the end of the week, I will call Pete and have the condo papers signed tomorrow. I will pick you up for 'work' around noon.”
'I’ll work, all right,' I thought to myself. 'I’ll work hard to please Jonathan--to the bone.' I giggled softly, secretly, eagerly imagining what was to come.
Jonathan held up his promise, and I 'worked' every day at his condo. And he paid me better than I ever could have imagined. Every chance I could I made him fuck me hard, fast and without protection. Each time he came inside of me it further solidified our bond.
My belly had begun to swell, along with my breasts. Jonathan loved my increasingly curvy body and the increased sex drive that came with pregnancy. He said I was insatiable, but then, he never complained. I started to grow bold, only now feeling my own sexuality blooming and unabashed.
One day when I was cleaning I heard Jonathan enter the room. The tight little maid outfit that he made me wear (he was really into role playing) was stretched to accommodate my growing tummy, and my breasts now overflowed the confines of the material. I heard him come in, but I pretended I didn't and went on with my work, teasing him with a flash of my bare bottom as I dusted under a table. When I was finished, I placed the duster on the table, and then folded forward, pretending to adjust a strap on my shoe. I knew what I was doing, and I took a glance upside-down from between my calves and winked at him.
He was sitting behind me on the couch now, admiring the pink that contrasted against my well-tanned bottom. I rolled my hips slowly back and forth and watched as he reached down and adjusted his cock. I stood up and locked my eyes on the curtains above him.
“That just won’t do!” I exclaimed, feigning disgust as I eyed the imaginary dust.
I stepped out of my heels and got up on the couch, with one foot on either side of his legs. I stretched over him and onto the armrest. I reached up and began to clean, all the while my pussy was on display. I heard him unclasp his belt, and I felt goose bumps forming on my thighs. I wanted him to taste me.
“Do you never get worn out?” he asked from between my thighs.
“Oh, but sir, a clean home is a happy home,” I replied innocently, teasing him.
He chuckled. "And a spent man is a happy man,” he added. His hand freed his cock and he breathed my scent deeply as he began stroking himself.
I pressed my hips closer, reaching higher onto the wall and tilting my knee away. I could feel his breath, warm on my sensitive skin. In the next instant his hands traced up my legs and his lips pressed against my pussy lips, slowly and gently massaging them. I let out a gasp. For so long I had wanted this, and yet for so long I had been too bashful to admit my desires.
“Oh my… That feels… Oh daddy.” I gripped the curtain rod, holding my balance as my knees went weak with his touch. His tongue caressed the folds and sent electricity through me.
“Don’t stop,” I panted.
“Didn’t plan to,” he said between licks.
In the next instant he had pulled me down onto his face, my thighs straddling him there. And my knees barely capable of holding my shivering body. I gripped him by his full head of hair and pulled him sideways until he was flat on the cushions. I directed his face up while arranging my knees around him.
“Is this what you want?” I teased him with my pussy, waving myself just out of the reach of his eager tongue. “Do you want to suck my tight little pussy? Do you want to taste me?”
I felt a sense of power as I watched his eyes grow wide. I had never spoken to him this way; I had never been so bold. He had always taken control and I had always played the innocent. But I felt powerful now.
“Yes baby, I want a taste,” he grunted, exasperated.
“Beg me for it. Beg me to sit on your face. Tell me what you want.”