This is a rewrite of an original I wrote recently. I decided to invest in this story as a three part series. I hope you enjoy it, your positive views will keep me motivated
My Mothers Boyfriend: Part 1
Chapter 1
Janet looked out the window, her mind replaying a memory that she couldn’t seem to shake.
“What's wrong?" Janet said, with desperation in her words. She was hoping to salvage the fragments of a relationship slipping through her fingers.
He hesitated, the seconds stretching into an agonizing eternity. "I just don't think we're... compatible," he finally uttered.
Janet's heart sank, and she searched his eyes for a lifeline. "But why? We've been through so much together. Tell me, please!"
He took a deep breath, as if preparing to deliver a blow that would leave scars. "It's about us, Janet. About... intimacy. I was something more, something adventurous. I don't feel the excitement we used to have together."
The room seemed to spin, the ground slipping from beneath her. Janet's mind struggled to comprehend the revelation. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking with frustration.
His gaze shifted, avoiding hers once again. "I want someone who can be more... open, more willing to be daring in bed. I need passion and excitement. I just don't feel you can give me what I want anymore."
Janet felt like she had been punched in the gut. The vulnerability she had shown, the love she had poured into their relationship, now reduced to a simple verdict. She was not enough. Tears welled in her eyes, a mixture of heartbreak and the sting of inadequacy.
"I can change. I can be more," she pleaded, her desperation pouring out like an open wound.
He shook his head, a cold resolve in his eyes. "No, Janet. I've made up my mind. It's over."
“It’s over”. Those words repeated in her head again and again. She hadn’t thought about that day since she moved out of her mom’s condo a few years ago, but as she stared at the prom photo on her mom’s nightstand, all of those feelings of anger and frustration rushed back into her mind like it was yesterday. She started at the image of the younger version of herself, a shy girl with childish romantic fantasies that seemed so removed from the person she was now.
His words left a scar in her that morphed into a strange sense of liberation. Her damaged self-esteem couldn’t reconcile why he broke up with her, so when she went away to college, Janet was determined to take control of her narrative. She was determined to prove to herself and to the world that she was enough. Her ex-boyfriend's words became a challenge, pushing her to become more promiscuous and awakening something within her that she couldn’t quench.
Janet’s college relationships and wanton sex life became so central to her college experience that her education became less and less of a priority. Janet’s popularity with college boys grew along with her flirtatious reputation, exposing her to an endless list of college party invites. But as her nightlife exploded, her grades began slipping. With her future hanging in the balance, Janet decided to take a semester off of school and return home to stay with her mom.
Janet leaned against the sleek glass window of their 14th-floor condo, watching the city bustle below. As the sun set on downtown San Diego, hues of gold and pink reflected off the windows of the buildings that dotted the skyline. Down below, cars slowly moved through traffic, some rushing to head home while others arrived to share Valentine’s Day with their significant others.
I hate being alone on Valentine’s Day, Janet thought, feeling the biting ache of loneliness on the most romantic night of the year. She had been home for more than three months. At first, Janet felt relieved to be back home, enjoying the break from the pressures of school as she worked to reset her life goals. But as the months wore on, the effect of being in her childhood home without friends to connect with and reliving her past felt constricting. She missed being in a man’s embrace, enjoying a drink over a great conversation, and feeling loved and admired. But tonight, on Valentine’s Day, instead of going on a romantic dinner with someone special, Janet would be having dinner with her mom and her new boyfriend, Mark.
Janet watched her mom apply make-up in the mirror. Sarah’s chestnut locks cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face and highlighting her hazel eyes. The form-fitting crimson dress hugged her shapely silhouette and accentuated her slender waist. The neckline of her dress dipped provocatively, revealing her alluring cleavage that hinted at her large breasts, while the hemline grazed her thighs sensually, showing off her firm calves. As she added the finishing touches—a sweep of scarlet lipstick, a spritz of her favorite perfume—Sarah couldn't help but smile at the reflection before her.
Sarah's gaze lingered on Janet in the mirror, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes. "Are you going to dress up for dinner?" she asked, her voice laced with gentle encouragement.
Janet met her mother's gaze, a faint trace of resistance in her eyes. "I don’t feel right going to Valentine's Day dinner with you and your boyfriend," she replied. The prospect of being a third wheel weighed heavily on her, stirring up a cocktail of emotions ranging from loneliness to frustration that she couldn't quite shake.
“Janet, it’s fine, really. First of all, Mark and I are just dating. We are too old for labels like that. And second, Mark is really excited to take both of us out tonight. He felt really bad that his son couldn’t join us,” Sarah said, trying to console her daughter. Sarah could see that Janet was having issues being alone and back at home.
Janet took in her mom’s words, “Yeah, having someone else my age would have been nice, but honestly Mom, you don’t need to play matchmaker.”
“Janet! Mark’s son is really cute and pre-med! He would be perfect for you!” Sarah said emphatically, “Anyway, he was so excited to meet you, especially after I showed him your picture. You know the one I love so much, the one of you with your girlfriends at the pool party!” Sarah looked at Janet with a naughty smile.
“Mom! You didn’t!”
Sarah laughed hysterically, “When Nate saw your picture, he was absolutely floored! Mark had to pick his son’s jaw off the floor.”
“Oh god, Mom, I am mortified,” Janet said remembering the Playboy-themed pool party where she and her friends dressed as Playboy bunnies complete with long white ears and a round-fuzzy tail attached to her skimpy g-string bikini.
“Well, I had to prime the pump for you! You need a good man who will be able to support you, not one of those frat boys whose best days are behind them.” Sarah said, “Nate is a soon-to-be doctor and probably doesn’t have time to go to all those college parties like you! I thought the picture would be good for him.” Sarah had taken Janet’s return home and semester break from college in stride. She knew Janet’s partying had gotten out of control, and the boys she was fraternizing with made her worry that Janet was involved with the wrong type of people. Sarah saw Mark’s son as a much better alternative. "You want to make a good impression, don't you? Just throw on a cute cocktail dress. You can borrow something of mine if you want." Sarah pressed, her words carrying a subtle plea. Deep down, she hoped that Janet and Mark would hit it off, paving the way to introduce her to his son.
Janet hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor as she considered her mother's words. Despite her reservations, she knew that Sarah wouldn’t let the issue go. With a resigned sigh, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she conceded, her voice softening with a hint of resignation. "I'll dress up."
As Janet undressed, she stood before the mirror, studying her reflection with a critical eye. Her chestnut hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with features that bore a striking resemblance to her mother's—high cheekbones, a button nose, and full lips that curved into a hesitant smile. She couldn’t believe her mom shared such a revealing photo of her, showing her off like a prize winning horse, but as she scanned her body, she was reminded how it felt to feel sexy to men, to have lusty eyes follow her around the room.
With a hint of mischief, she pondered what it would take to be the object of desire of a man she had never met. She wanted to make Mark’s son regret not showing up to dinner tonight. As the reckless impulse took hold, she rifled through her wardrobe in search of something daring. Her fingers brushed against the satin fabric of a skimpy, form-fitting dress tucked away at the back of her closet—a garment she had purchased on a whim but never dared to wear.
As she slipped into the dress, the fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The satin fabric pressed into her, revealing every bump and curve with an alluring sheen that prevented the wearer from hiding any physical imperfections. The thin spaghetti straps that draped over her shoulders held up the cowl neckline, highlighting her young, perky breasts. The satin pressed her breasts together before tucking in tightly around her narrow waist. Along her exposed back, the thin straps crossed, pulling against her skin tightly, seductively connecting the backless dress until it reached her waist. The physical features of the dress prevented her from wearing underwear, the seams were too visible through the satin texture that highlighted her young, womanly curves. It was a bold choice, displaying her sensuality for the world to see.
Sarah watched as Janet descended the stairs in her outfit, her high heels clicking against the wooden staircase, and her long, shapely legs extended past the asymmetrical drop of the dress. One side terminated several inches above her knee, and the other bunched tantalizingly between her hip and thigh. Sarah marveled at her daughter’s beauty.
"You look stunning," Sarah exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine awe as she took in her daughter's appearance. "I've never seen you wear something like that before."
Janet met her mother's gaze, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Mom," she replied, "I just wanted to...you know, make a good impression."
Sarah, her voice gentle and reassuring. "You're beautiful no matter what you wear…but in that dress? After tonight, Nate will not miss another date night with you again."
Her mom pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as they shared a moment of understanding and reassurance. Janet savored her mom's kind words, holding her tight, a reminder of the tight bond of support they have. Then, at that moment, the doorbell rang.
Chapter 2
As Sarah opened the door, her heart raced with anticipation, knowing that on the other side stood Mark, the man who had made her feel alive again. In Mark’s hands, he held two bouquets of long-stemmed roses and a bottle of wine. The bright red flowers were accented with cloudlike clusters of white baby’s breath and long green fern leaves. "You look amazing, Sarah," Mark murmured against her lips, sending a shiver down her spine.
Mark swept Sarah into his arms, capturing her in a warm embrace. Sarah surrendered herself to the moment, their lips meeting passionately. Their kiss was electric and conveyed the raw intensity of their connection.
When their embrace finally broke, Sarah found herself breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she gazed up at Mark with a mixture of awe and desire. "Oh my, stud," she whispered, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she collected one of the bouquets of roses he had brought.
“I love these long-stem roses, Mark!” Sarah bubbled over with joy as she looked at them, taking a deep inhale to be enveloped by their fresh fragrant aroma. Then she noticed the second bouquet in his hands, “My daughter seems to be having a tough time today, maybe you can introduce yourself and get her to warm up to you while I find something to put these in?” She whispered. Mark smiled, understanding her, and then she excused herself to find a vase in the kitchen.
Janet watched from the sidelines. In Mark's presence, Sarah seemed to glow with femininity, the shift in her personality was a sign of the magnetic pull Mark held over her. Janet wanted a connection like that, a person who validated that she was enough. At that moment she understood her mom, she wasn’t looking to move on, she was looking to feel wanted again. With a mixture of apprehension and anticipation within her, her knees trembling slightly, she prepared to greet her mom's boyfriend.
Mark approached her holding out a bouquet of roses in his hand. Mark’s commanding presence filled the room, his athletic frame was evident beneath his sports jacket. Janet couldn't help but notice the muscles hidden beneath his clothing, the broadness of his shoulders, and the chiseled perfection of his chin. His black hair, streaked with lines of white, was combed back with fallen strands framing his gently weathered tan skin and piercing blue eyes.
He exuded a rugged charm that was hard to resist. "Happy Valentine's Day, Janet. My name is Mark. It's nice to finally meet you," he said as he presented her with the bouquet. His unexpectedly sexy, deep voice resonated through her body, sending a shiver down her spine. Janet accepted the flowers with a shy smile, the gesture touching her heart in ways she hadn't expected.
Janet couldn’t help but notice the way Mark’s eyes lingered on her, his gaze scanning her luscious curves wrapped in her black silky dress. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes, the intensity of his perverted glare both unnerved and intrigued her. With a mischievous curiosity and a new found sense of empowerment, Janet wanted to see how much influence she had over him. “Do you like what you see?” She said, as she slowly spun around for him, “My mom asked me to dress up for you.”
Mark whispered, "I mean, wow, Janet! You look amazing in that dress. You are so much more beautiful than the photo I saw of you.”
“Thanks, Mark. I hope what I am wearing is appropriate for where you are taking us to dinner,” she said.
“You're dressed perfectly. You and your mom will certainly turn heads tonight,” he said with a grin. “Nate is going to be really sad that he missed meeting you tonight.”
With a coy smile, Janet whispered back, "I guess that means you have me all to yourself tonight.”
Mark was shocked at Janet’s boldness as Janet's playful fingers danced tantalizingly over the buttons of his shirt. The air crackled with electricity between them, creating a palpable tension that made them both feel lost in the moment. "Lucky me," he replied, his voice husky with longing. In the heat of the moment, Mark paused. He realized he was caught in the web of this young seductress, who was at least half his age. With a soft chuckle, Mark pulled away from the intensity of their exchange, and he gently disentangled himself from Janet's gaze and turned his attention to the bouquet of roses in his hand.
"Let's put these flowers into a vase and head out for our reservation, shall we?" Mark suggested, his voice infused with a hint of excitement as he gestured towards the table where Sarah was arranging the flowers.
Janet blinked, momentarily lost in her own game of seduction. She hadn’t expected to be so forward with Mark but something about the way she felt as Mark leaned into her flirtatious remarks or maybe something about how she felt in her dress, made her savor every second of her conversation with him. With a nod, she shook herself out of her reverie, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Mark turned to Sarah with a warm smile. "Ready to go?" he asked, offering her his arm as they made their way out of the condo to their Valentine's Day dinner.
The restaurant was packed with customers and hummed with the background sounds of chatter that complemented the piano being played in the back of the room. The room was dimly lit casting a romantic and intimate glow. As they entered, the ladies received admiring glances from a number of men, they were treated like celebrities out on a night in the town. With a playful grin, Mark quipped, "I must be the luckiest man in the restaurant tonight."
Sarah and Janet couldn't help but giggle at his remark. They both clutched tightly to either side of his arms as they stood waiting to be seated. His witty jokes and easy going personality made the minutes pass by like seconds. Meanwhile, Janet basked in the attention she received. Every glance and whispered murmur from nearby tables only fueled her excitement, a thrill coursing through her veins at the realization that they were looking at her, she was the center of attention.
The waiter guided them to a series of large round tables surrounded by plush seating shaped in a half-circle along a large window facing the glittering bay. The window behind their table was framed with long elegant white curtains that tied the vaulted ceiling and wooden beams to the decorative wood finishing all around them. On the table, candlelight illuminated the flowers and cutlery casting playful shadows on the long pristine white tablecloth.
Mark ushered Sarah into her seat, his gesture earning him a smile from Sarah. He then welcomed Janet to sit next to her.
Janet paused, leaning in to ask her mom a question. “Do you mind if I sit on the other side of Mark?”
Sarah raised her eyebrows, looking at Mark, “It’s fine with me, honey,” she said.
Sarah couldn’t believe her ears, after the divorce Janet never warmed up to one of Sarah’s boyfriends. It made her motherly heart warm with possibilities. As she looked at Mark, who shrugged at the request, she felt herself glowing with happiness.
With Mark seated between the two beautiful ladies, the trio settled into their seats to look at their menus. Sarah leaned in with a whisper, “I think she approves of you Mark, I knew you two would hit it off,” she said, a glimmer of satisfaction in her voice.
He smiled at Sarah, her joy infectious, as he whispered in her ear, “Just like her mom, there isn’t much not to like.” He loved to make her blush.
The three of them shared a great conversation as they reviewed the menu. They joked and teased each other, laughing at the men a few tables away who continually looked over and stared at the beautiful ladies he was with. Then Mark and Sarah told the romantic story of how they met and the moment when they felt the sparks flying between them.
When the waiter arrived, Mark bought a bottle of white wine for the table and several hors’ d’oeuveres to go along with their meals. The waiter quickly returned with three wine glasses and began to pour the wine for each of his guests. As the waiter got to Janet’s glass, she was about to stop him to let him know that she wasn’t 21 yet, but then she caught Sarah’s wink, giving her permission to indulge. Sarah was having a great time being in Mark's presence, so she decided a little wine for her daughter might help occupy her time and loosen her so she could be more fun and engaging.
Sarah found herself pulling on Mark's attention, stealing kisses, gently touching him, and sharing affectionate glances. His presence in their lives seemed so familiar, like a return to a time when she was in love and their family enjoyed nights out together. Sarah admired how Mark kept the conversation flowing and engaged both her and Janet to make sure the threesome didn’t feel awkward for anyone. Mark talked a lot about Nate and how he was looking for a girl just like Janet, pointing out their shared interests and similar ages.
Janet enjoyed Mark's attention, how he made her feel important. His magnetic gaze ignited a rush of warmth in her, a belonging she hadn’t felt in a long time. As they delved into lighthearted topics, Janet found herself noticing Mark stealing glances at her, tempting her to continue her game of seduction.
As Mark and Sarah talked about Valentine’s Day and love being in the air, Mark turned to Janet, "So, Janet," he began, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Are you dating anyone currently?"
"Oh not currently…," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement, "but I have a few admirers."
As Sarah joined the conversation, pride beaming about her daughter, “A few? Mark, you should see the number of boys that used to visit and call the house for Janet.” She then shared details about Janet's most recent boyfriend, a cute college boy who broke up with her just before college. Janet cringed at the thought of her ex, still not fully over their breakup.
"He was adorable, Mark," Sarah gushed, a proud smile lighting up her face. "Whatever happened to Janet?"
“He just moved on I guess,” she responded, wanting to drop the topic.
Mark rushed to her defense, “Well, I think he was a big fool to not see how lucky he was to have you… I don't think that would be a mistake… Nate would make.”
Janet laughed, her cheeks blushing. "I think… I might like a man like Nate."
“Oh honey, I know you would like him… just imagine Mark but half his age and full of adventure,” she said, giving him a kiss and holding her body against him.
Janet looked into Mark’s eyes, "He sounds perfect… but I like a man who takes control."
Mark's interest piqued at Janet's response, the way she spoke was as if she was talking to him. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with intrigue. "And what else should I tell Nate?"
Janet met Mark's gaze head-on, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "Tell him I like boys that take risks, that take what they want…and most of all boys that are very physical."
Sarah laughed, she nines Nate was perfect for her, “Oh dear, if Nate is anything like Mark you will have all the physical activity you could want! Did you know he plays tennis!”
They talked endlessly about tennis as the conversation shifted, and still Mark found himself increasingly drawn to Janet's presence. With each glance in her direction, he couldn't help but see her in a new light, the way her eyes sparkled, and her soft lips curved into a playful smile.
Janet reveled in the clandestine attention of Mark's glances in her direction. Janet felt herself becoming more intoxicated by the thrill of the chase, and as adrenaline raced through her veins like a drug, she decided to give Mark a little show.
Mark watched as Janet cupped her breast, pushing it upward and allowing the strap of her dress to slip off her shoulder, a deliberate and tantalizing motion revealing a showing off her long slender neck and deep alluring cleavage. She loved that even though he was making out with Sarah, Mark's gaze was fully ensnared by Janet's teasing show.
As she slid the strap back up, her touch gentle and enticing, Mark felt a surge of desire coursing through him. His thoughts were consumed by Janet’s allure. He didn't know if Janet's actions were innocent or if she was intentionally toying with him, but one thing was certain – he was completely captivated by her.
As the meal neared the end, Sarah excused herself to the ladies' room, leaving Janet and Mark alone. The wine peeled back layers of her inhibition leaving Janet filled with a surge of confidence realizing she now had Mark's undivided attention. Seductively swirling the last remnants of wine in her glass, Janet met Mark's gaze with a playful glint in her eyes, her voice quiet to draw him in, "What is it going to take to get you to fill me tonight?" she murmured, her words laced with innuendo.
Mark’s eyebrows rose, curiosity piqued as he tried to assess her statement. Her body language suggested a seductive intention that made his pulse quicken with a surge of arousal. With a slow smile spreading across his lips, he slowly poured her some wine, “Bold words. ‘Getting filled’ could have an unintended meaning,” he said, pointing to her wine glass.
She whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I think you understood my meaning exactly as I intended."
“Really?” Mark leaned in closer to her, his hand pressed into her thigh, the heat of their connection ratcheting up the tension between them. “If you keep talking like that, Janet, I might not let Nate have you all to himself”
“Mmm, I do like a man that knows how to share,” she said as she slowly spread her legs apart inviting him to make a move.
"It’s dangerous to tease a man if you don’t intend to follow through," he replied, his voice low and filled with promise. Mark said.
Janet's heart pounded in her chest at his words, the thrill of the chase and the forbidden pushing her forward. She was curious to see how far her mothers boyfriend would go. With a seductive smile, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Mark, I didn’t wear this skimpy dress for you if I didn’t plan on following through,” she stated confidently, “Do you know how difficult it is to wear something this short without panties.”
Unable to control himself, his fingers slid up her inner thigh beneath the hem of her dress. "No panties? Janet, you are a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice filled with lust.
Janet, with a playful smirk, leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear. "I'm trying to be one, but you haven't shown me you want me yet," she replied, her voice dripping with seduction.
Mark's fingers found the source of her arousal, sliding up and down her neatly shaven wet pussy. As he opened her up, spreading her labia apart, he sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. His touch was electrifying, igniting a fierce hunger within her. "You're so wet, Janet," Mark groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Is this what you want?”
With a gasp of pleasure, Janet met his gaze, her eyes filled with desire and longing. "Yes, Mark," she moaned, her voice a whisper of need.
And then, with a boldness that took her breath away, Mark pushed his thick fingers into her, the sensation sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. His fingers curled inside of her, moving back and forth in come to me motion, that activated the soft flesh behind her pubic bone. She gasped at the intensity of the pleasure as his thumb rubbed her clitoris from above and his fingers messaged it from behind.
“Oh god!” Janet bit her bottom lip, her eyes locked on his, as she let out a quiet moan of satisfaction. Her legs spread wider and her hips leaned back begging for more. She reciprocated, her hand resting on the top of his slacks, her nails tracing the outside of his thick aroused cock. Her eyes locked onto his. "Kiss me before she comes back," Janet pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips tantalizingly close to his.
With a glance around the restaurant, Mark's hesitation melted away as he lifted her chin, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss that sent fireworks exploding in Janet's mind. As they pulled away their lips tingled with the taste of each other. “I don’t know what this is Janet, but whatever it is, we have to be careful,” Mark said, realizing how lost he had become in her seduction. And as she nodded he pulled his fingers from inside her and wiped them on the long table cloth.
A few minutes later Sarah returned to the table, her eyes bright with curiosity, as she found Janet and Mark engaged in what appeared to be a playful conversation. Sensing her presence, they both turned to greet her with warm smiles.
"So, what did I miss?" Sarah asked, her curiosity piqued.
Mark's response was quick and smooth, a hint of tension lingering beneath his casual demeanor. "Janet was just telling me about her desires and goals," he replied, his words carefully chosen to deflect any suspicion.
Sarah's face lit up with genuine excitement at the mention of Janet's aspirations. "That's great! Wow, I love that you two are connecting!" she exclaimed, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that lingered between them.
Janet forced a smile, “Yeah, Mark certainly knows how to make a connection and fill me with ideas, especially when he’s probing me for answers,” she said. Janet's remark carried a playful tone, her words laced with a hint of mischief as she maintained her composure, skillfully navigating the delicate balance between flirtation and discretion.
Mark chuckled softly, his gaze meeting Janet's with a knowing glint. "Well, Janet certainly has a lot of interesting things to say," he replied, his voice smooth and composed. Although the facade of normalcy remained intact, beneath the surface Janet and Mark's thrilling bond simmered. As Mark flirted with Sarah, Mark and Janet’s feet playfully interacted beneath the table, providing a constant reminder of their intense but brief affair.
As the evening wound down to an end, the flirtatious banter between Mark and Sarah intensified, their laughter and playful touches embodying the growing attraction between them. Enthralled by the prospect of continuing their fun evening, Sarah said with a coy smile, “Mark, I am having so much fun and I just don’t want the night to end”
Leaning in closer, he suggested, "It doesn't have to end, Sarah. In fact, I think the night is just beginning. I can't help but think of all the things I want to do to you, Sarah. "
Sarah's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at the boldness of Mark's words, her heart racing with anticipation. With a playful swat to his arm, she laughed softly. "Mark, you are incorrigible," she teased, her voice tinged with amusement and desire.
Chuckling at her response, the air between them crackled with electricity. "Guilty as charged," he replied. "But you know you love it."
Sarah's laughter was a melodic sound that filled the space between them with warmth and joy. "Oh, I do," she admitted, her voice filled with playful flirtation. "So, what do you say? Shall we continue this evening at my place?"
With a nod and a gleam in his eye, Mark replied, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Leaving the restaurant, Mark found himself again flanked by two gorgeous women on each arm. He knew he hit the jackpot. When he started the evening, he was hoping to make love to Sarah on their very first Valentine’s Day together, but in the course of a single dinner he now imagined the possibility of having sex with both of them, if he played his cards right. He grinned wide from ear to ear at the prospect of that, his body growing hard just at the thought of it. As they walked through the bustling streets, Mark whispered into Sarah’s ear, planting the seeds of desire that he hoped could make his dreams come true.
Chapter 3
The elevator ride up to the fourteenth floor seemed slower than normal as Janet watched with jealousy as Mark and Sarah passionately embraced. Sarah wrapped hand around Mark’s jacket collar pulling him to her, their lips melding together in a passionate need. Mark in response pulled her into him, one hand on her hips and the other gripping the flesh of her ass. When the elevator finally chimed,
Janet couldn’t wait to get out of the enclosed space, the heat of the elevator rose rapidly in the brief period they were in there. Janet couldn’t tell if the heat was coming from Mark or Sarah’s heavy breathing or if it was her own arousal, which she felt building as she stared at the couple making out, wishing it was her. Janet bit her lip as she remembered how Mark kissed and touched her in the restaurant.
As the chime of the elevator rang, Janet quickly walked across the hallway to unlock their front door. Mark asked Sarah if she was interested in trying the vintage cab he brought over and both Sarah and Janet were interested. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and the clinking of wine glasses, but underneath it all, an undercurrent of tension pulsed through the air as Mark and Janet stole knowing glances of the secretive sexual tryst.
As the evening progressed and the wine flowed freely, Sarah's inhibitions. Laying on the couch next to Mark, Sarah's movements became bolder, her touches lingering a little longer, her kisses growing more passionate. She leaned into Mark, her hands tracing the contours of his chest and shoulders. With each touch, she conveyed her growing desires.
Janet watched from across the room, unable to take her eyes off of them, her heart ached with longing and yet aroused by desire..
As Sarah began to remove Mark’s clothes, discarding his jacket and tie first, and then unbuttoning his shirt to expose the rippled muscles hidden beneath. Sarah's moans grew louder as Mark’s hand disappeared between her legs, as he spoke of the illicit pleasures he promised her.
Janet imagined his finger pressed deep inside of her Mom as she moaned, remembering the feeling of his magical fingers as they sent waves of arousal coursing through her.
"Maybe we should go to another room," Sarah suggested with a playful smile, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Mark's response was met with laughter as he replied, "Give me a few minutes… I shouldn’t stand up right now."
Sarah's giggles filled the air, her hand reaching for his pants to evaluate the problem, in a whispered tone she screamed, “Oh my god, big boy!” The sound of their laughter echoed off the walls.
Janet stood at the sink, consumed by her thoughts, cleaning their wine glass. She day dreamed of the moment she could get Mark alone. Creating a fantasy in her mind where Mark claimed her, forcing her to surrender in ways she never thought possible and satisfying his needs like no woman could. Absent-mindedly she didn't notice the pressure she was applying to the glass, until it shattered suddenly, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.
Startled by the noise, Janet's heart raced as she looked down at the broken glass in her hands, crimson blood swirling down the drain. She couldn't help but curse startling Mark and Sarah. She felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her, hastily setting aside the broken pieces, she glanced up. A wave of panic crashed through the playful atmosphere. Both Mark and Sarah rushed to Janet's side, concern etched across their faces as they assessed the situation.
Sarah's eyes widened in alarm as she saw Janet's hand bleeding, “Janet, are you okay?” She said, her maternal instincts kicking in. Without hesitation, she quickly directed Mark to where the bandages were kept, her voice steady despite the panic coursing through her veins.
Mark sprang into action, his movements swift and purposeful, as he ran off to the bathroom to search for the bandages in the bathroom.
With gentle hands, Sarah examined the wound, her touch soft and soothing as she assessed the damage. "It's not too bad," she reassured Janet. "Can you go help Mark find the Neosporin and band-aids while I clean this up, he might not know where we keep them?”
As Janet entered the bathroom she was met by Mark who had the bandages in his hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and tenderness. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, this kindness and care adding a new dimension to what she was attracted to about him.
“You are still wearing that sexy dress,” he said as he guided her to the long stone sink counter.
“I was hoping that you could help me take it off,” she replied, batting her eyes at him. She scooted back to sit on top of the counter, her hands pressed into the stone to push her up. “Ow!” she yelped, forgetting her cut on her hand.
“Let me take a closer look at that,” he said. He put on his pre***********ion glasses and looked carefully at her cut to see if a piece of glass had embedded itself into her hand.
Then Sarah stepped into the bathroom to check on her daughter, “Mark, how is she doing?”
“She will be fine, but I think there may be some glass in here. Do you think you can add more light for me?” he said.
Sarah flipped on the bathroom vent fan, and a floodlight from above beamed down on them.
“Perfect, thank you honey,” he said.
Sarah kissed Mark on the cheek, “You’re doing a good job baby, do you mind if I take a quick shower while you bandage Sarah up? I want to…freshen up for you,” she said.
“No problem at all, babe, this shouldn’t take too much longer. I will meet you there,” Mark said.
Sarah turned to Janet, “I think you are in good hands with Mark, Janet, after all he is the father of a doctor.” she said, winking at her daughter before she left. Janet rolled her eyes. All month Sarah had been pushing for Janet to meet Mark’s son, Nate. Sarah seemed almost obsessed with the young man.
Mark found the small piece of glass, removed it and then applied Neosporin and carefully bandaged her hand. When he looked up at her to ensure she was okay, his eyes locked onto her enthralled stare “I am glad you are okay Janet. You had me worried a minute their.”
“Thank you, Mark,” she said, “I…I bet you are a wonderful dad to Nate.”
“Oh no, I am now in the dad zone. That’s one level worse than the friendship zone.”
“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that!”
He laughed, watching Janet back peddle, “It’s okay. I love being a dad and taking care of Nate. It gives me a purpose I didn’t have when I was younger.”
“That’s what I mean…it’s incredibly sexy,” she said, pulling him toward her, his body navigating between her thighs. “Boys my age don’t respect a woman and her needs, but a man like you….”
Mark let out a light laugh, “Well, thank you for those kind words. Not sure I would count dressing a wound as sexy exactly,” he said, holding her hand in his. When he finally looked up, he was surprised that Janet had leaned in to kiss him.
“I do,” she said, “I think you’re the type of man who would take care of your woman, show her respect, and make sure you satisfy her needs.” Janet couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at being alone with him once again. The sight of him so close and his scent filling her senses fueled the flames of her desire. With a playful glint in her eyes, she whispered seductively, "Mark, will you take care of my needs?”
Her words hung in the air. In the heat of the moment, they both knew that they couldn't let this opportunity pass them by. Their lips met in a searing kiss. Mark savored Janet’s soft, wet lips, and as their lips parted, their tongues danced, the attraction between them undeniable. ”What are your needs, Janet?”
“I need you.”
"God, you're fucking hot, Janet," he groaned, his voice thick with longing. "What I would do to you tonight if I could?"
Janet met his gaze, her eyes smoldering with desire. "Who says you can't?" she replied, "I'll wait for you tonight. If you can sneak away, I will make it worth your while. I’m ready and willing to give you all of me."
“With an offer like that, this might prove to be the best Valentine’s Day ever.”
Janet's hand boldly moved to the notable bulge in Mark's pants. A low growl of pleasure escaped his lips at her touch. His arousal was evident as her hand firmly gripped his thick shaft, and she stroked up and down his length. "Mmm," she purred, her voice dripping with need, "Is that my Valentine's gift?"
“Yes, and I can’t wait to give it to you,” he said. As his body pressed between her thighs, the thick bulge in his pants pushed back her dress. He could feel the heat from her yearning wetness against his pants.
“Mark, is that a promise? I want you to fuck me hard with your cock!” She begged.
In a frenzy of desire, a firestorm of lust consumed them both. Janet's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him to her lips. She yearned for him with every fiber of her being. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Mark’s hands held onto her butt, pulling her to the edge of the counter. With her legs spread open, Mark’s hips rocked into her, the bulge in his pants giving her a prelude to the passionate thrusts that awaited her. Janet moaned with pleasure, her desire reaching fever pitch as she surrendered herself to him. She knew their time was limited, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.
Mark's fingers expertly pulled down the strap of Janet's dress, exposing her taut nipple to his hungry mouth. His other hand descended to her spread thighs, feeling her wetness and sending a surge of excitement coursing through his veins.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Janet!" Mark groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You know how to rev me up!"
Janet's heart soared at his words, knowing that their desires aligned and that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. "Well then, stud," she replied, her voice husky with longing, "don't keep me waiting too long tonight."
Mark's fingers pushed into her, his excitement growing as he felt how wet she was for him. She let out a soft moan as his fingers curled into a familiar share and then started to slowly pump into her, "I will be there. Wear nothing."
Janet looked at him, yearning for more of him, his fingers pumping in and out of her, filling her with desire. She nodded, wanting this more than she ever realized.
Mark stepped back, a satisfied smirk on his face, as he looked at Janet sprawled on the counter, her top down and her legs spread before him. His heart was beating rapidly. He was in awe that this beautiful woman had willingly surrendered to him, a tantalizing invitation to all the things he hoped to do to her.
Mark straightened his clothes and ran a hand through his hair. He took his fingers and inserted them into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of Janet, before offering his fingers to her. Janet opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers sensually. "I am going to do some very naughty things to you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, before turning and leaving the bathroom, leaving Janet’s body humming.
Alone in the bathroom, Janet's heart raced with excitement at the thought of what lay ahead. She couldn't help but feel the rapid thrumming of her heart, knowing that their impending passions would soon no longer simply be her fantasy.
Chapter 4
Janet couldn't deny the role she had played in orchestrating the dance of desire that now enveloped her. She had teased Mark, drawing him in with the allure of sex and pushing the envelope to see how far he was willing to go in their forbidden love affair. But he called her bluff, raising the stakes, until the offer he promised her was too appealing.
Now this man, whom she had only just met and was dating her mother, held a power over her that she couldn't resist. He was the only thing she could think about. As she sat on the counter, her legs spread wide and her dress pulled down to reveal her perky breast, Janet found herself surrendering to the intoxicating pull of passion with a newfound sense of abandon.
In that moment, Janet felt a sense of liberation in embracing her role as a seductress. She won over the man she seduced and was ready to reap her winnings. But what did he mean by saying he was going to do naughty things to her? His words added to the anticipation and excitement of their secret union. She had been with boys before, but this was different. Janet found herself intoxicated by the thrill of the chase, the tantalizing game of cat and mouse, and excited about becoming his prey. The thought of being caught and pounced on sent shivers of excitement coursing through her veins.
Janet's fingers traced her crimson lips, reimagining their fiery clandestine kiss. Feeling his tongue on her nipples and his fingers plunging into her cunt, Janet knew that there was no turning back. In the sanctuary of the bathroom, Janet's emotions swirled like a tempestuous storm. Lust, fear, jealousy, and anticipation waged war within her. Fears of getting caught only made the anticipation that much more exciting. Janet felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of satisfying Mark in ways her mom couldn’t; in that way, she validated her quest to win his affection.
At that moment, Janet made a silent vow to herself to fully commit to the moment, to do what she needed to win Mark’s affections, regardless of the risks. As Janet stepped into the shower, the hot cascade of water enveloped her body, caressing her skin with gentle insistence. With each droplet that splashed against her, she felt a sense of purification, as if washing away the remnants of her former self and emerging anew, ready to embrace the passion that awaited her. She never imagined herself embracing such a provocative persona, but there was a thrill to it that she couldn't deny. As she closed her eyes, she let her hands roam over her body, tracing the curves and contours that defined her sensuality. She stayed in the shower longer than normal, biding her time until she would see him again.
Janet stepped out of the hot shower, and dried herself with her large plush towel. She used the tower to slowly dab away the beads of water from her skin. She fantasized about a future with Mark where she would wake up in his arms or sneak away to weekend vacations to be together in secrecy. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, dreaming of what could be. With a playful smile, Janet wrapped the towel around her chest and left the room, her mind buzzing with excitement.
As she made her way down the hall, she couldn't help but be drawn to the unmistakable sounds of pleasure emanating from Sarah's room. The door was left ajar, and the lights dimmed enough to see the inside of her room. Unable to resist the temptation, Janet crept closer, her heart pounding with anticipation as she treated herself to a preview of what awaited her later that night. As she peered through the crack in the door, she felt a surge of desire at the sight of Sarah and Mark’s bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Janet had never seen her Mom naked before, much less having sex, and the shocking sight of her on her back with a man between her thighs made Janet’s heat rise immediately. Sarah’s arms were on Mark’s hips guiding his thrusts. Her large breasts, pushed together, moved back and forth at the speed of Mark's hips.
Mark’s body towered over Sarah, his rippled with muscles flexing as his arms carried his body's weight as his ass thrusted in and out of her with a primal rhythm. Her moans and screams of pleasure filled the room, “Oh Mark, oh god your so fucking big! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” Janet watched, fascinated by the intensity of Sarah’s pleasure.
But it was Mark's that held Janet captive. As he pulled out of Sarah to adjust his position the full size of his monster became evident. Even in the darkness, Janet could see that Mark’s package was both long and thick. And as he plunged it into Sarah, watching her squeal with delight, the thought of having him fuck her with that sent shivers down her spine. Janet's heart raced with a heady mixture of desire and anticipation, her body becoming wet with arousal.
“Beg for it! Tell me how it feels to have my cock in you,” he commanded.
Janet’s mom did as she was told, begging for him, “Oh Mark, your big dick feels so fucking good!” Her voice was a symphony of desire as she praised his size and skill, her words driving Mark to new heights of arousal. “Please baby, harder, oh yes! Harder!”
As Mark's thrusts grew more powerful and deliberate, Sarah's unbridled cries of delight rose in volume. Faster and faster he pounded into her.
Janet felt the effects of her arousal building erotic show before her. She let the towel drop onto the floor as her hand explored her body as she began pleasing herself. She timed each squeeze of her nipple or flick of her wrists to Mark’s movements.
Just then Janet noticed Mark's eyes watching her. His smile widening, watching her intensely to ensure he had her undivided attention. He was determined to show her exactly what he had planned for her. “Fuck baby you feel so good!” His body now moved with purpose. He pulled Sarah to the edge of the bed and fucked her in long deep motions.
Sarah began to squirm. Her hands grabbed hold of the bed sheets as she screamed, “Oh fuck! Mark, Oh god, yes! You are going to make me cum!” Sarah's moans got louder and louder, building into a crescendo as her body tensed.
Janet watched in rapt fascination as Sarah begged for his cock. His face buried in her tits as he pounded into her again and again. As Sarah’s orgasm finally overtook her she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. Her body quivered in the aftermath of her massive climax that left her breathless.
Mark seemed to revel in the power he held over her, watching her shake under his conquest like he had done this many times before. Then, as if with an endless supply of stamina, he flipped Sarah onto her knees and readied her for another passionate assault.
A sense of longing washed over Janet, a hunger for the same intense pleasure that Sarah had experienced. Janet had never experienced an orgasm that looked as intense as Sarah had, and the intensity of it was intoxicating.
Janet tore herself away from the door and made her way back to her room. Her mother’s loud screams of pleasure followed her down the hallway. Janet's arousal continued to simmer as she listened to them. Her senses were ablaze with the heady scent of sweat and desire that hung heavy in the air.
Back in her room, she hoped Mark would do as he promised. She prepared for his arrival, hoping to make it perfect. In her mirror she applied her favorite rose colored lipstick and eyeshadow. Then she buffed her flesh with a light talcum powder. Lastly she spritzed on a little perfume.
But as the minutes ticked on, the time reaching midnight, Janet surrendered that the evening was over. She turned off the lights and collapsed onto her bed. Janet's curves were illuminated by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window. Her hair cascaded in disarray around her, a tangled mass of silk that framed her flushed face. She replayed the erotic scene of Mark and Sarah over again and again in her mind, driving Janet to the brink of madness with desire.
Janet couldn't go to sleep without a release, her mind too consumed with sex. Once again, Janet’s delicate touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her other hand explored the wetness that pooled between her thighs. Her fingers traced languid circles across her heated flesh. Her movements became more urgent as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she lost herself in the moment. She couldn’t hold back any longer, she needed a release. With a trembling breath, she reached into her nightstand, her fingers closing around her sleek vibrator. She flicked on the device and it buzzed with a ferocity that excited her, then she pressed the vibrator against her throbbing core.
Janet's breath hitched at the sensation of the cold metal vibrator gliding along the outside rim of her wet entrance. Her body quivered, feeling the tension building deep in her core. Each second sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, drawing her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
As she edged closer and closer to her own release, Janet's thoughts were consumed by the image of Mark. His fingers pressed into her leaving her trembling with anticipation. She longed to him, just the thought of Mark's touch ignited a firestorm of desire within her.
Then suddenly, with a start, she opened her eyes, her heart racing as she realized that she was no longer alone. The light from the hallway streamed into her room and framed by the doorway, the silhouette of Mark’s muscular body stood. His bare body was a tantalizing sight, every inch of him exposed for her eyes to devour. His long, thick cock was in his hand as he stroked himself while he watched her.
Mark stepped into her room, closing the door behind him. Their eyes remained locked in a heated exchange, a silent understanding passing between them as he moved closer and closer. “You started without me, I see,” he said as he approached.
As he stood beside her, Janet couldn't tear her gaze away from him, her body thrumming with anticipation at the thought of his touch.
"I couldn't take my mind off of you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know if you would come.”
"Do you want help with that?" Mark's voice was a husky whisper, his eyes smoldering with desire as he gazed down at her. Unable to find her voice, Janet simply nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she marveled at the sheer magnetism of the man before her.
His hand joined hers as they both grasped the vibrating toy. The sensation radiated through both of their palms, intensifying the pleasure that pulsed through Janet's body.
"Mmmm, what took you so long? I am almost done." she whispered, her breath releasing in short gasps.
Mark's eyes scanned her beautiful body, as he reassured her, "You're not going to be done until I tell you when you're done!"
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a silent agreement passing between them.
“Janet, you look and smell so beautiful. I need to reward you for being such a good girl. You're still naked, just like I asked.”
“Yes, daddy, I waited for you.”
Mark's lips found hers in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. Then he began a series of soft kisses that moved him down her neck, to her collarbone and finally to her perky breasts.
“I love it when you call me daddy,” he said as his teeth gently grazed her taut nipple, giving it a playful love bite before he began to suck on it. “Mmm, oh yes!” She whispered, her hands buried in his hair, savoring his sucking action.
Meanwhile, Mark's fingers guided the vibrator in small circles along her pussy, hovering at her entrance, before plunging into her. The buzzing vibrations of her vibrator pulse in and out of her, driving her wild with desire.
Janet surrendered herself completely to the intoxicating sensation. She felt herself teetering on the edge of release, her moans getting louder and louder.
“Shhh,” he said, trying to contain her sounds. But as his fingers pressed into her as well she couldn’t help but vocalize her pleasure.
Janet felt her climax roaring forth with a ferocity that took her breath away. And then, in a rush of sensation, Janet felt her orgasm crash over her like a tidal wave. Her entire body tensed with pleasure as she whispered out his name, “Mark! Oh fuck I’m cumming Mark!”
In that moment of pure bliss, Janet felt as if she were floating on air, suspended in a state of euphoria, she basked in the afterglow of her release.
A satisfied smirk played across Mark's lips as he watched her, his desire for her burning brighter than ever before. "Fuck that was hot, Janet.”
Smiling back at Mark, saying, “How can I thank you for that amazing orgasm?” Janet's hand found Mark’s thick penis, her fingers wrapped around his flesh as she began to stroke him awake. The sensation of his throbbing length in her hand made his heart beat rapidly.
“Suck my cock baby," he requested, his words sending a thrill of excitement coursing through Janet's body as she eagerly complied. As Mark sat back on her bed, Janet maneuvered into position draped over his hips as her hands aimed the phallus to her lips. At first she kissed his bulbous head and then soft kisses along his shaft. Then finally, she opened her lips and inch by inch he entered her warm mouth.
His cock filled her mouth, the taste of sex and sweat mingling on her tongue as she savored the intoxicating flavor of their passion. The scent of Sarah lingered in the air, driving her wild with desire as she surrendered herself completely to the moment. His hands on her head, intertwined with her hair, guiding her movements up and down his length. Janet felt a sense of submission wash over her as she took him deeper into her mouth, stretching her jaw to her limits.
"Janet, that feels so good. You are a good cock sucker," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he praised her. And then, in a swift movement, he pulled her body onto his, her legs on either side of his head as he buried his tongue into her with a hunger that bordered on primal.
Janet gasped as she felt his tongue exploring every inch of her, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her with each passing moment. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as his tongue moved rapidly along her slit, then side to side against her clitoris. Then finally, his lips wrapped around her sensitive folds and sucked on her. She moaned as he ate her delicious nectar, her body trembling with pleasure.
As Mark lavished his tongue on her, Janet's head bobbed up and down on his cock. Her lips wrapped around his shaft as she sucked. Her slurping sounds filled the silence of the room. Her moans grew louder, heightening Mark’s pleasure causing his hips to react in slow thrusts filling her mouth with cock. As he grew harder, his manhood pounded against the back of her throat, opening her airways, causing her to gag; but she pressed onward, desperate to satisfy him. Her hands wrapped around his hard flesh as she pumped his flesh, her fingers trailing along his length with reverence.
“Oh, Mark, I need you so badly! I need to feel you in me!” she begged. Janet's need for him was overpowering.
“Climb on top of me, baby. I want to watch your face as you ride me for the first time,” he said, Mark guided her with gentle reassurance
Adjusting her position, she turned to face him. He watched the beautiful young woman before him. The moonlight that filtered in from the window shined on her angelic figure, giving her an ethereal glow. Her pale, heaving breasts, contrasted with her bright pink areolas. His fingers urgently squeezed her nipples, and his palms cupped her breasts. On her knees, Janet straddled Mark’s hips, her body suspended over his dick in anticipation.
With a trembling hand, Janet reached between them, her fingers finding his cock and guiding it upwards toward her eager entrance. Her hand held him steady as she slowly dropped onto his rigid shaft. Janet’s wet pussy welcomed him in, her slick lubricant, combined with his rigid flesh pushed aside the sensitive folds of her vagina, paving the way for his entrance. As he crossed her threshold, he stretched open her vestibule, making her gasp at his size.
“Oh, oh god!” She said, as she slowly descended. He watched as she moaned in a soft cry of pleasure as he claimed her inch by inch, his veiny shaft widening the further she went. As he opened her up, his girth stretched her in ways she had never imagined, her nerve entrances sending electrical singles of pleasure radiating through her body. "Oh god, you are so fucking thick!" Janet whispered, her voice tinged with awe and admiration.
"Janet, you're gorgeous," Mark replied, breathing heavily, his own voice thick with desire as he returned her affection. His hands moved to her hips, guided her up and down as she claimed another inch. The deeper she went the more she whimpered, believing she could take any more.
Mark began thrusting into her, his movements slow and deliberate, as his strong hands pulled her into him. Each thrust plunged him deeper and deeper into her depths, until he was all the way in her. His movements elicited cries of pleasure from Janet that drove him wild. He savored the feeling of her velvety flesh wrapped around him like a glove. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby girl," he murmured.
“Mmm, I never imagined I could feel so filled," she gasped, her body pulsed as she adjusted to his size. Janet leaned forward, her breasts swaying as she slowly rocked back and forth. They moved together in perfect synchrony, building speed as she moved along his shaft. Janet had never felt more alive. With Mark inside her, she felt whole, complete, and utterly consumed.
Mark watched Janet awe, her eyes shut tight savoring the feeling of him, as her mouth opened releasing a long steady moan. Her moans filled the room, unable to be contained as she lost herself in the pleasure. He was captivated by the sight of her, her delicate features contorted in ecstasy as she rode him with wild abandon. “I feel every inch of you Janet, your muscles quivering as I slip in and out of you.”
"Oh, Mark, oh god, you feel sooo good," Janet moaned. As Janet rode him faster, her back arched, she sat-up and her hands pressed into his thighs for support. Her young, supple breasts bounced as her hips pumped into his cock. He stared at his thick cock disappearing into her small, slender frame, her face enraptured by the sensations of being filled by him.
Mark sat up, his mouth pressed into her breast, his teeth pulling on her taut nipples as he sucked on her tits. Janet's hands wrapped around him, her fingers digging into his skin as her body rose and fell on his manhood, her moans growing louder the faster she moved. Her voice whimpered, “Oh, oh, yes oh god, yes! Oh!”
“God damn, watching you ride me is so sexy Janet! Now it's my turn…but I need you to promise to be quiet. Can you do that, baby?” He asked, his voice firm but laced with desire
"Yes. I will be as quiet as I can," she responded. As Mark stood up, Janet's legs and arms instinctively wrapped around his strong muscular frame, her head and arms resting on his shoulders as she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her moans of pleasure..
His hand gripping her ass possessively, his biceps flexing, as he slowly lifted her body up and then plunged deep into her body, his hips thrust forward making her ass slap against his skin. Janet gasped at his rapid intrusion, her body immediately tensing as he moved faster and faster. "Mmm hmm," she murmured, her teeth still clamped onto his shoulder as she struggled to contain her arousal.
“Fuck Janet, your so tight! Are you enjoying this baby?” he asked as he felt her teeth digging into him.
His eager hips thrusting into her as she moaned uncontrollably, “Holy shit! Mark! Yes! Yes!” The undeniable connection between them drove Janet wild with desire, her nbody on the brink of ecstasy. Her nails dug into his back, her fingers trailing over the muscles that flexed with every movement.
“Call me Daddy Janet! Tell your daddy what you want!” He said.
"Oh Daddy, make me cum! Oh Daddy, you're gonna cum so fucking hard!" she cried out, her voice filled with need as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure of their union.
"Wait for me baby," Mark barked, his voice filled with raw desire. "Don't cum until I'm ready, you hear me?"
He pressed Janet against the wall, its cold firm presence a reminder of his power and control. His thrust slammed into her, the passions he delivered inescapable. As the walls shook Janet felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion. She whimpered desperately, "Mark, I...I can't, I can't hold on!" The tension within her wound tighter and tighter, her breath coming in short gasps, her moans uncontrollable as a flood of warmth radiated from her core.
Mark continued to pound into her relentlessly, he was so close, he could feel his balls churning to deliver his gift to her. As he pumped urgently, he drove her to the brink of ecstasy. "Oh shit, Mark! Oh fuck daddy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming again," she screamed, her body unable to resist the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over her.
As her orgasm washed over her, Janet shook with the force of an earthquake, her body clinging to his, consumed by her release.
Mark stopped to watch the ecstasy dance across her facial features, enjoying the rewards of his conquest over her, “I was so close to cumming with you baby. You are a naughty girl,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She pleaded for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Mark! I am sorry!" she moaned, her voice filled with desperation and regret.
"Janet, that was hot! I could watch you orgasm all night," Mark murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. Janet looked up at him, her heart swelling. As her body shivered in the after affects of her orgasm, he slowly began pumping his hips into her.
"I am yours, Mark! I will do whatever it takes to please you," she whispered, her voice filled with devotion.
“I was hoping you would say that, “ he said with a devilish grin that was both alluring and concerning. "Get on your knees, Janet," he commanded. She obeyed, climbing onto the bed and looking back at him with a mixture of curiosity and arousal.
He picked up the deactivated vibrator, holding the metal with his teeth as his hands gripped her hips firmly. With a swift motion, he thrust his cock into her fully, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Janet as she pressed her face into the bed, her body trembling with need.
"Play with yourself while I fuck you, Janet," he commanded.
Her hands obeyed him, one hand caressing her breast while the other found its way to her sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As she felt his long shaft plunging into her, Janet was lost in the pleasure, her mind consumed by the intoxicating sensations of all her pleasure points igniting at once.
“Tonight, you are mine Janet! All mine!” he said, as he watched the luscious curves of her body surrender to his control. Her firm round rump bucked into him with every thrust, her body begging for more.
"Oh fuck, Mark! You own me, you own my body!" she squealed, her voice filled with ecstasy as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure he gave her.
As the slick, cold metal of the vibrator slid down the crack of her ass, Janet's breath caught in her throat, a shiver traveling down her spine as she realized what he had in store for her. Mark was going to enter her virgin asshole, and despite her initial apprehension, she braced herself for his invasion, determined to do whatever it took to please him.
"Just relax, Janet. You're going to love this," Mark reassured her, his voice filled with anticipation as he coated the vibrator with his saliva before pressing it against her puckered flesh.
As Mark pushed the vibrator into her, Janet couldn't help but clench at the new sensation, her muscles resisting the intrusion at first. But try as she might, she couldn't stop it. “Oh shit, oh shit” she panted, as her muscles spread to accommodate the vibrator, her body slowly yielding to the pressure as the metal toy penetrated deeper and deeper.
And as her body adjusted to the sensation, she felt a euphoria she hadn't expected, her body tingling with pleasure. Her hips began to move into him slowly, the dual penetration driving her wild as she moaned uncontrollably. And then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he flipped the vibrator on, its vibrations firing off nerve endings in ways she had never experienced, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Janet's senses were heightened to a fever pitch. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing with ecstasy.
Mark watched her with hungry eyes. He knew he had complete control over her now, and he reveled in the power he held over her pleasure.
"You like that, baby? You like it when daddy fucks you?" Mark growled as he thrust into her with increasing force.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me daddy! Fuck your baby girl!" Janet begged, her nails digging into the bed bracing for his next thrust.
With each powerful thrust, Janet's pleasure intensified, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of release, her entire being consumed by the need for release.
"Fuck, Mark, I'm so close!" Janet moaned, her voice filled with desperation as she approached the brink of ecstasy.
As Mark’s long cock torpedoed into her, Janet felt her climax bubbling at the surface, her body teetering on the edge of release. With one hand, he gripped her tangled hair, his fingers weaving into her brunette locks and pulling her into him like a cowboy pulls on the reins of a wild mare, "Don't you dare come until I'm ready, Janet," Mark commanded, as he thrust into her with relentless force.
"Cum in me daddy! Please, oh god please," Janet begged, her body tensing up, her muscles flexed in an effort to hold back. She tried to hold back, to stave off the inevitable, but the pleasure was too much to bear. "I need to feel you cum in me! Fill me up Mark! Give it all to me!"
Mark’s thrust became erratic, his length plunging to her depths, ready to mark his claim on her. Just then, Mark released a howl of pleasure, “Oh fuck baby, here it comes, oh god!” Suddenly, Janet felt a surge of warmth flood her body as Mark reached his climax. The gush of warmth filling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.
In that moment of pure bliss, Janet let go, her tension shattering into a million pieces as her entire being was consumed by the overwhelming orgasmic release that crashed over her. “Oh my god, oh my god, oooooh,” she screamed, as a torrent of liquid released from her depths, escaping around the circumference of Mark’s cock. Janet’s skin flushed with heat, her face buried in her pillow as she screamed. Her muscles shuddered in rapid succession from the force of her release.
Every inch of her body seemed to hum with pleasure, her senses heightened to a level she had never experienced before. It was as if she was floating on a cloud of pure euphoria, her entire being consumed by the sheer intensity of her climax.
Breathless, Janet gazed up at Mark with a sense of wonder and satisfaction. “Oh Mark. Oh god, I…I have never done that before. That was… that was amazing!”
Mark’s response sent a surge of validation through her, his words igniting a fiery glow of satisfaction within her. "Oh Janet, That was the best fuck I have ever had," he declared, his tone filled with admiration and desire. He pulled her up to him, kissing her passionately.
Her heart swelled with pride at his words, the warmth of his praise enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "So, does that mean we can do this again?" She wondered.
Mark looked at Janet, his mind evaluating both the risks and pleasures that awaited them. "I have some conditions, Janet. First, if we do this we must be discrete. Second, you must always be protected. Third, this must be a willing open relationship. There can be no room for jealousy. Do you understand?"
She considered Mark's words, the fear of losing what she just experienced trumping her fantasy of a commitment. "Yes" she breathed, her mind scrambling to offer him something, to solidify her place in his life, to make him want her the way she wanted him. "I want you so badly, Mark. I want to be your little slut."
Mark's lips claimed hers with a hunger that matched her own. As he spoke, his command resonated within her, igniting a primal urge to obey. "Mmm, that sounds wonderful. Now be a good little slut and clean your cum off of my cock," he ordered, his words cutting through the air with a commanding authority.
Janet felt a rush of excitement at his directive, a thrill of submission coursing through her veins. Without hesitation, she took his flaccid dick in her hands, its size remaining impressive in her small hands. With reverence, she licked and sucked his flesh, her tongue dancing along his length as she eagerly cleaned him, savoring the taste of their combined passion.
As she worked, Mark's words of praise washed over her, fueling her desire to please him. "Fuck, you're hot," he murmured, his admiration only intensifying her arousal. With each lick and swallow, Janet reaffirmed her submission to him, her actions a testament to her willingness to serve.
With a playful smile, Janet presented her tongue, adorned with the remnants of their passionate encounter. "Is this what you want, Mark?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. "You want your cum on my lips?"
He nodded, his approval fueling her excitement. The sight of her, eager and willing to indulge his desires, stirred a primal need within him. He watched with rapt attention as she savored the taste of their shared passion, her lips glistening with his essence.
"Fuck, you're perfect, Janet," he exclaimed, his admiration evident in his voice. Her smile widened at his words, relishing in the praise she received from him. She liked being perfect in his eyes, fulfilling his desires with every fiber of her being.
"I have to go, but I will see you in the morning... remember, this is our little secret," he reminded her. A pang of disappointment tugged at her heart, but she nodded in understanding, a smile playing on her lips.
"Our little secret," she echoed softly, a promise of discretion between them. With a final smile, he left, leaving Janet alone with the echoes of their passion and the anticipation of what tomorrow would bring.