“I’d be upset if you didn’t. Then maybe I’ll lay her down on top of you, line your pussies up, and take turns fucking the two of you. I can just see your hands on her tits as they bounce with each thrust of my cock.” He rubbed his thickening cock against my thigh and I shuddered.
“After that pounding, I don’t think my pussy can take anymore tonight,” I warned him when his breathing started to get labored.
“Then on your knees.” He lowered me to the rug and waited for me to open my mouth. Guiding himself between my lips, he began pulling out and pushing in with a slow, tedious pace.
“Your mouth is so good,” he praised. His hands threaded in my hair to guide my movements.
I left my hands behind my back the way he liked, while he fucked my mouth, slowly at first and then with a reckless abandon that would have had me gagging if it weren’t for the fact that I was used to it by now.
With a hoarse shout, he came. His salty cum slid over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed all of him, licking his cock afterward like a popsicle.
Both of us sated from the activities of the night, I climbed into bed, my hot pool boy spooned up behind me. His hand rested on my breast as he pulled me tighter against his body.
“Night, Emily,” he murmured and placed a kiss behind me ear.
“Night, Jay.”
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Aurora James
Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ingro
The lipstick glided across my lips, a bold streak of red against my creamy white skin. Pressing my lips together, a vixen stared back from the mirror—a stark contrast to what I considered the real me.
Studying myself in the floor-length mirror pinned behind my bedroom door, I decided I was a walking contradiction.
More makeup than I usually wore was painted on my face—a mask to hide my fear and vulnerability.
Your face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, my husband always used to say.
My long chestnut brown hair was teased and pinned to the side, a curtain falling over my left shoulder and curling around my breast.
Knockout hair, he also used to say. Of course that was before… nope, not going to go there.
The black dress that covered my body was probably the only nice stitch of clothing I still owned. It hugged my breasts and showcased my cleavage enticingly, while the hem fell just above my knees. It was slightly looser around the hips and waist than it once was, but there was nothing I could do about that now.
My grandmother’s necklace and earrings completed the look. Emeralds in a soft and subtle setting that weren’t too fancy. They were just perfect, accentuating the green color of my eyes.
Something was off about my appearance, and it went beyond the fact that I didn’t normally dress this way. I cocked my head and turned this way and that, trying to figure out what I was missing.
Gripping the hem of the skirt, I tucked it under and dug around my dresser, looking for pins to hold it. Pins in place, I nodded at my reflection and the dress that now sat a good inch or two above my knee. That looked more fitting for what I was heading into.
With a shaky breath, I smoothed my hands over the material at my hips and tried not to think about what I had to do. It wasn’t prudent to dwell on the circumstances surrounding the interview I was heading to. Well, not an interview as such. More like an audition, I supposed.
I grabbed my purse off my dresser, and walked out into the living room in search of my red high-heeled shoes that had been sitting on my bed. I knew I didn’t need to look far when a tiny blur of blonde curls raced from the kitchen to the living room, little girl giggles accompanying her, along with the slap of my heels on her too-small feet. Throwing herself at me, her tiny arms wrapped around the bare skin on my leg.
“Mama! You look so pwetty!” my daughter, Sadie, cried out in delight.
I ran my hand over her mane and said softly, “Thanks, baby, but you know you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”
“No… I’m a pwincess. Member?”
“It’s remember,” I gently corrected her. She screwed up her face in annoyance but nodded her head. I bit the inside of my cheek to contain my laughter at how much she hated it when I corrected her. She was so much like her father in that regard.
Sadie was four going on twenty-four most days. Her long blonde curls and blue eyes that mirrored her father’s made me ache with loss on a daily basis. She was a force to be reckoned with and the apple of my eye. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her, which was why I was about to go where I never in my life imagined I would be going.
“Let your mother go, child,” my neighbor, and mostly friend, Ruth, told Sadie as she pulled her back, forcing her hands to release their grip on my leg.
“Don’t go, mama.” Sadie’s lip trembled and tears filled her eyes. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll be back before you know it,” I reassured her. “You’re going to play with Ruth and Mikey.”
Mikey was Ruth’s five year old grandson that lived downstairs with her. Sadie adored him. Followed him around like he hung the moon. He would be home soon from the after school program at church, and I was hoping it was enough to prevent her from throwing a tantrum. She was so used to me being home when her father was around, that now, whenever it was time for me to go to work, she had a hissy fit.
“Can we have ice cream?” she asked with an angelic smile on her face. My girl was far from stupid. She knew exactly what she could get away with.
“Only if you eat your dinner.” I bent down and kissed her now pouted lips. “And don’t give Ruth a hard time either.”
“We’ll be fine,” Ruth said with a knowing look. It wasn’t easy for a mother to leave her child. Especially to go do what I was about to.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I took my shoes from Sadie’s feet and slipped them on my own.
“You know you don’t have to do this,” Ruth said hastily as I reached for the doorknob on the front door. “I’ll talk to Tyrone. See if he’ll give you your job back.”
I gave her a sad grin and shook my head. The restaurant manager had made his position on my job status perfectly clear when he fired me. “You know he won’t. He warned me I was taking too much time off. Sadie getting strep throat was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It’s okay. I’ll make it work somehow. Please don’t worry about me.”
“How can I not when you’re about to go dance for strange men and let them paw all over you?” Her voice rose, and her head shook back and forth passionately. Ruth was a God fearing woman. Something I might have been had my life not turned out the way it did.
“It’s my choice, Ruth. Please just support me on this. I have no one else.” I inhaled a deep breath in an effort to keep my impending tears at bay. Being alone was the worst thing imaginable some days.
She studied me intently for several seconds before murmuring an agreement. I gave her a smile that I knew didn’t quite reach my eyes and headed out into the afternoon sun.
There were several men in the parking lot sitting on the back of a pickup, drinking beers and hanging out. Their whistles and dirty suggestions filtered on the breeze, making me cringe. My feet picked up their speed, my heels clicking away on the pavement in an effort to put distance between us.
I felt like a street walker, dressed the way I was, so early in the day. Later on, I would find that quite ironic. Right then, I just wanted to get into the safety of my car and away from the prying eyes of my filthy neighbors.