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🕑 Added 2020-08-14 13:34:49 +0000 UTCI took a step back, my shaft dangling as I examined my landlady, who was doing her best to prevent my cum from ruining her t-shirt as while she continued sitting on the kitchen floor, but it was a battle she was destined to lose with it dripping down her chin. “You need to be more careful, Nicole,” I said with an amused smirk on my face.
“I … understand,” she murmured as she reached for a napkin, wiping off her chin before bringing the napkin over her body, trying to get rid of the stains.
“It won’t work, we need to wash it,” I said while taking a step forward. “Raise your arms,” I said.
She did so, but when I leaned and grabbed the hem of her shirt, she stammered in shock. “What are you doing, Stephen?!”
“We need to clean it,” I simply said, but made sure to put a stern expression as I looked at her, and she flinched, keeping her arms raised obediently. “You’re not going to walk around with a cum-covered shirt, are you? It would be shameful.”
I liked the way her face turned crimson, but then I turned my attention back to her body as I dragged her t-shirt up with torturous slowness, revealing her noted and curvy body that she maintained with endless training sessions. When the hem of her shirt reached her breasts, it revealed her underwear, which made me surprised.
“I didn’t expect you to have these under your soccer mom outfit,” I said even as I dragged my finger underneath her bra. It was one of my gifts, a sexy red piece that had surprisingly good support, compensating by its semi-transparent fabric that failed to hide her rosy areolas and stiff nipples. I wondered whether she was wearing the set, or she had something else underneath. Unfortunately, I still had things to do until I could reveal that.
Nicole stayed silent when I pulled the loose shirt off her, leaving her transparent bra as her only cover for her upper body. She looked timid, but after our sessions, she learned not to use her arms to cover her body. “You look beautiful,” I said, which made her eyes flutter like a teenager receiving her first compliment. When I presented my hand, she grabbed, allowing me to pull her up gently.
When I moved even closer, locking her between the kitchen cabinet and my body, she shivered. “I wonder if you have your matching panties,” I whispered into her ear even as I put my hand on her side, a gasp escaped her mouth, but she made no attempt to stop my hand as it traveled down until it reached the elastic of her sweatpants. I stalled there for a second, just to test her reaction, and her inaction satisfied me.
I gently slid her underwear off, revealing her wide hips, accentuated by bikini-cut panties, again red and semi-transparent. “Good girl,” I whispered into her ear as I traced the edge of her panties, but pulled away a second after it touched the edge of her core. There was no need to hurry.
I did nothing for a while other than standing in front of her, listening to her breathing, which was getting more and more frantic as seconds passed. I said nothing, just tracing her curves from her side, avoiding more exciting locations. Considering she would be seen if someone walked in the living room, her composure was impressive. She managed not to say anything for a full minute. “Stephen, please,” she murmured.
“Please, what, sweetie?” I said even as let my hands move to her stomach, occasionally dipping low enough to trace the lines of her underwear.
She looked distressed for a moment before whispering back. “Let’s move to my bedroom. I’m scared to be caught here,” she murmured, trembling as she said so. Combined with the blowjob while trying to stay hidden from Katie, I had pushed her quite a bit out of her comfort zone, and unfortunately, it seemed that having sex in the middle of the kitchen was still not something she could handle.
“As you wish, baby,” I said, deciding to cut her some slack because she actually followed my suggestion and started wearing sexier underwear. I could have pushed her more, but it would be counterproductive. In this way, she would feel appreciated rather than resentful. There were limits, of course, such as when she reached for her clothes, I stepped on them and sent a pointed glare at her.
She understood the message, because she said nothing as I picked up her clothes. Then, I wrapped my arm around her waist, too low to be appropriate even if she had been actually wearing clothes, not to mention when she was in just her underwear. “Let’s go, sweetie,” I said even as we started walking slowly.
“So, any plans for tomorrow?” I asked lazily even as my hand dipped lower, sliding insider her panties. She stalled for a moment, somehow still shocked by my daring, but my fingers continued to their destination, testing her wetness.
At this point, Nicole was familiar enough with my attitude to realize stopping would only exacerbate the situation, so she started walking once more. Her answer, however, waited until my index finger slipped inside her wet entrance. “I have nothing to do,” she gasped, somehow managing not to moan loudly, though the way she was biting her lips told me that it hadn’t been easy.
“You do now,” I said even as I added a second finger to my teasing. “We’re going for dinner tomorrow night.” She gasped, which was likely about my fingers rather than the impromptu pseudo-date, but the latter part might have affected her mood a bit as well. After all, our relationship was weird without including a semblance of dating to it.
Her legs trembled for a moment, then started walking at a faster pace. It was a mistake I was very willing to punish.
The moment she passed me, I unzipped my pants and revealed my shaft, then took a fast step forward. A flick of fingers to push her panties aside, and I was plunged inside her. This time, there was no holding back her moans. She once again stopped, this time inevitably as her legs trembled badly, threatening to drop her. I grabbed her from her waist, which gave me the perfect leverage to slam inside her, easily sliding into her wetness.
“Not here,” she murmured and tried to move forward, but I tightened my grip around her hips, preventing her from moving fast. I wanted to enjoy the moment.
“What’s the hurry, Nicole,” I said even as I slammed into her, one of my hands returning to explore her body after she stopped trying to move faster.
“Stephen, please,” she moaned as she took the first step to the stairs, which saved me from trying to bend my knees to angle myself. Being tall was fun, but it had its disadvantages.
“Come on, sweetie, it’s not time we’re climbing the stairs the fun way, is it?” I said, underlining it with a spank on her bottom.
“But-” she started saying as she tried to twist her upper body to catch my eyes, but I pressed my hand to her lips.
“You better keep it low, Nicole,” I warned. “You don’t want to alert Katie, do you?” Panic bloomed on her face as she nodded, starting to climb once more. After a couple of steps, I reached to the back of her bra and unhooked it with a flick. She didn’t react when I pulled it off. Understandable, considering if we were caught at that moment, the lack of a bra wasn’t going to make a big difference.
So, I decided to spice things up more. I left the bra hanging on the railing, and made sure that Nicole noticed it. When she looked at me pitifully, I decided to take mercy on her. “Don’t worry, if the girls notice, you can say that it belongs to one of my slutty models.” I chuckled. “Not like it’s incorrect.”
Soon, we were in the middle of the stairs, and I was slamming inside her again and again, when the phone buzzed. I pulled it to check, only to see it was Katie. I checked the message, only to see her wearing one of the outfits I hadn’t bothered to pick up from the last shot. She had picked a black underwear set, a size bigger for her, but that, along with her cute makeup, worked for her, giving her an innocent allure. I licked my lips in desire.
‘Try a few more, I’ll be there as long as I can find an excuse to slip away from Nicole,’ I said, naturally not cluing her to the fact that I was ramming her stepmother in the middle of the stairs.
“What are you doing with the phone,” Nicole asked. It surprised me, because, for the first time, I heard a jealous tinge in her voice.
I was amused, but still, it wouldn’t be right to leave her without a punishment. “I was setting up the camera settings for a few private photos,” I said even as I pulled out of her. “Sit on the stairs, your legs together and your knees on your chest.”
Regret appeared on her face instantly, though it wasn’t thick enough to hide her arousal. After all, despite her intellectual reluctance, being photographed was working wonders for her libido, something I had known since our first session. “But what if the girls come on,” she stammered, her concerns overwhelming her desire for a moment.
“Don’t worry, we can always say you’re helping me practice,” I said as I raised my phone, taking a photo before she took a pose, the exploding flash triggering her reflexes, and she quickly took the photo. “Excellent, now, look surprised, like you were expecting to be alone in the home, walking around half-naked, but you get caught by a surprise guest.” She followed the direction, but I could see her hands trembling, whether from excitement or fear, I didn’t know.
“You’re feeling mischievous and want to frustrate your surprise guest. I want you to be playfully surprised, but part your legs a bit, just enough to give a glimpse of cleavage.” Nicole followed my order, widening her legs enough to reveal the beautiful valley between her breasts, her nipples still hidden behind her knees. “Do you feel aroused flashing to your visitor?” I asked. She nodded. “Use your words, sweetie,” I said.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then, why don’t you tease him a bit more,” I said even as I used my phone to continue taking more photos.
She hesitated for a second, but then her legs parted more, enough to give a hint of areola, as well as a shy smile. “How is this?” she murmured.
“As usual, excellent,” I said, crazily taking photos, glad that I had no obligation to share them with others. Unlike a usual fashion photoshoot, there was nothing sterile about her current poses, oozing a thick eroticism. I was glad that my shaft was still outside, as otherwise, my pants would have felt very uncomfortable. “Now, he’s walking closer and closer. You can see he’s hungry, and you like that hunger. What are you going to do?”
She smiled enticingly, far sexier than I had ever seen adorn before. Roleplaying in front of a camera was really working for her. Her legs widened further, giving me a glimpse of her beautiful nipples. But before I could take a photo, I received another message from Katie, this time wearing a little black dress that covered very little. The only reason I wasn’t able to see her ass was that she was taking a high-angle selfie. Though, the resulting cleavage was enough compensation.
I quickly wrote a response before turning my attention back to Nicole, whose fingers were hooked around her panties, pushing it slightly to reveal a hint of her core. It didn’t matter much, however, as her entrance was wet enough to turn it completely transparent. “He’s walking closer and closer, and you don’t know how far he’s gonna go,” I added, and Nicole’s fingers disappeared in her panties, her fingers digging into her entrance.
“Yesss!” she moaned, her legs widening perfectly, giving me an amazing view even with her hand blocking the view. Her other hand landed on her breasts, mauling mercilessly as she tried to push herself to the climax, her every move surprising me more. It was interesting to see such a shy woman to turn into a wanton slut just because of a photoshoot that interrupted a surprise lovemaking session.
“He comes closer and closer,” I whispered throatily as I closed in the distance, watching as her fingers quickened. “What do you want him to do?”
“Whatever he wants,” Nicole gasped as her fingers turned furious, leaving red marks on her own breasts, her face a portrait of desire. I found myself focusing on her face, trying to immortalize the passion on her face, each a unique touch. Soon, the temptation became too much, and I put my hand on her body, the other still holding the phone.
My fingers dug into the supple flesh of her breasts, enjoying the way she shivered under my touch. But as much as I liked her breasts, I was getting too impatient. My hand moved lower, teasing her curves until it reached the side of her panties, and gave a hard tug, its semi-transparent fragile fabric not giving any resistance.
Her mouth opened in a moan, and I used the opportunity to stuff her panties into her mouth, silencing her. “You suddenly remember that you’re in the middle of your house, where anyone could see,” I said with a dark pleasure, watching her arousal being invaded by panic as she realized that she had somehow managed to forget that important detail in her excitement.
“You want to move away, but your legs are trembling, so you can only crawl,” I explained. Nicole followed my direction, and started climbing on the stairs on all fours, her naked bottom free for my attention, forcing me a horrible dilemma. Should I record such an amazing view, spank her adorable bottom, or finally cut free.
Then, it occurred to me that it wasn’t a dilemma. I switched the phone to video recording before taking a large step forward, and slid inside her welcoming core, sopping wet and already loosened by her own fingers. A moan escaped her mouth despite her panties still stuffed there, her walls getting tighter. I slammed deep, and her arms started trembling, struggling to keep her in place.
“Climb,” I ordered as I spanked her bottom hard, followed by an inevitable moan. Still, despite her trembling arms, she managed to move forward a step, with me still behind her, impaling her again and again, mercilessly, trying to push for an explosion of my own. I could see Nicole was already close.
“You’re being taken like a wanton slut in the stairs of your own home as a common whore once again, Nicole,” I said as I spanked her once more, making her take another step. “How does it feel?”
Her mouth still stuffed, she only managed an indecipherable muffle, but the way she tightened even more worked sufficiently as an answer. We continued our erotic climb toward orgasm on the stairs, each step marked with several spanks, making her bottom glow once more. “You enjoy it, don’t you, slut?” I said. “Such a bad role model. I wonder what the girls that look up to you as a role model would have said if they see your true face.”
She tried to cry, once again muffled, but it finally pushed her over the cliff to her orgasm. She collapsed, moaning and crying, but I continued to slam inside her repeatedly even as I continued to record it.
When she turned her head, I reached and pulled her panties out of her mouth, and a loud moan escaped her mouth. She pressed her hand panickedly, trying to contain her voice, but her moans mixed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. “Do you like it, Nicole? Do you like to be fucked mercilessly in your own home, where anyone could see your sluttiness.”
She didn’t answer at first, so I spanked her, forcing a confession out of her. “Yes,” she moaned ashamedly, but that wasn’t enough to erase arousal from her face. That, combined with her tightness, managed to push me over my cliff, and I exploded, filling her insides with my seed. “Yessss!” she repeated, louder, making me glad that the basement had decent sound isolation.
It would have been hard to explain to Katie why I was fucking her stepmother in the middle of the stairs while she was in my room, waiting for my attention.
I pulled out, still recording the amazing amateur porn piece we had created. Nicole tried to stand up, but she lacked the strength to actually succeed. As tempting was to leave her there, used and spent, I was actually living here, and there was no need to ruin things when it was getting so fun. So I helped Nicole to stand up, then presented my arm to help her walk in a pose that might have been romantic if she wasn’t completely naked with a thin line of cum trailing down her leg.
Nicole was too exhausted to say anything as I helped her to walk to her bedroom, but even then, when I helped her to lay on her bed, she opened her legs readily, desiring for another session. Just then, my phone buzzed once more, revealing Katie, this time wearing only a pair of panties, using her arm as a bra.
“Get rest, sweetie. That was enough,” I said to Nicole even as I gently kissed her forehead, and she smiled shyly.
I doubted she would have reacted just as nicely if she knew my destination.
