Day: March 23, 2018

slut-solutions:

I still think about you, beautiful. I dream about you and how I took what I wanted from you. We didn’t know each other very well. I worked for you, but you kept me at a distance. I was in your home because I was doing some work for you around the house. You didn’t know I was coming over, and I guess that was why it happened. I think back sometimes about what would have happened if I would have called first if you had known that I was the one who was going to walk through that door.

I didn’t know you were married. I’d never seen your husband around in all the time I had been doing odd jobs for you. You never mentioned him, and I like to think that’s because you wanted me to do what I did. I try to tell myself that this was what you wanted when I still don’t know what you truly want. I remember how I parked in the driveway, thinking I’d be there only a few minutes to pick up my check. I walked right in the front door the way you always told me that I could. I didn’t call out for you, but as soon as I walked through the door I could see that I had caught you at a bad time.

You were on your knees on the living room floor. You were wearing a blindfold and you were completely nude. I still remember the moment I saw your naked body for the first time. Your nipples were pert and erect, your small mouth open as you moaned softly. Your fingers were in your pussy and I could see that you were completely shaved down there, just the way I like. My cock had already been aching for you for months, but when I saw the curves of your body and heard the sounds of you fucking yourself I couldn’t help myself.

“Honey is that you?” you asked, and I wasn’t sure who you were referring to, but I tried to disguise my voice to answer.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I lied. I knew that I wasn’t the man you were blindfolded for, but I desperately wanted to be him.

“Do you like me like this? Blind? So you can do whatever you want?” 

I knew better than to answer. I needed to remain as quiet as possible so I could pretend to be the man you thought I was. I walked toward you, pulled out my cock and pushed it up to your lips. I didn’t say a word, just watched as your mouth wrapped around my cock. I don’t know what came over me, but looking down at you blindfolded with my cock in your mouth made me hornier than I’d ever been before.

I know that I got violent. I shoved my cock down your throat and face fucked the shit out of you. Your hands pulled away from your pussy by instinct as you tried to push me away. I knew you couldn’t breathe, but it felt so good to fuck your mouth like that. I didn’t stop when I should have. I pushed you past your point of comfort and I enjoyed every moment of it. I enjoyed the sounds of you choking and sputtering, the sick sounds of your submission to me. I’m sure by then you knew I wasn’t your husband or your boyfriend. I’m sure by then you were wondering who the fuck would dare to use your face the way that I was using it.

I came hard, right down your throat. I pushed my cock deeper as I came and I could hear the sounds of you choking and gagging. I made you swallow my entire thick load, and it was a big one. Your body had me fucking crazy, and watching you on your knees with my cock down your throat was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. I pulled my cock from your mouth and you waited a while before you finally spoke.

“Are you going to do it again, or should I take off the blindfold?” I wasn’t sure if I should speak again, but I knew I had to say something.

“Keep it on,” I said, trying my best to sound commanding while also disguising my voice. I didn’t want you to know that it was me. I didn’t want you to stop paying me to do the work I was doing around your house. I needed the work almost as much as I needed to fuck your face one more time. I pushed my cock back into your mouth, and you sucked it gently and sweetly. It felt so good to have your wet mouth slobbering all over me like that. I was getting harder and I knew that I would have to fuck your face again. I moved my hips, pushing my cock in and pulling it back out of your perfect mouth until I was fucking you harder than I had the first time. I was shocked at how well you took it, how you didn’t choke. You sucked cock like a fucking whore, and it was the best blow job I’d ever received. I nutted down your throat again, and when I pulled my cock from your mouth a second time you smiled.

“You really fucked my face hard that time. Should I take off the blindfold or do you want round three? I could use a fucking too, you know,” you explained.

“Keep it on,” I said again in my fakest voice. You had to have known that I wasn’t the man you thought I was by then. I like to think that you did and that you just chose to go along with things. In some of my fantasies, I even imagine that you knew it was me all along. I made you suck my cock hard again and then I bent you over the couch. I watched my cock slide into your wet cunt for the first time. Your pussy was perfection. It was the best pussy that I have ever fucked in all of my life. I still dream about the way your cunt gripped my dick as you came. I think about the noises you made, the way your body bucked against my cock as you came harder and harder. I had never fucked a woman quite like you, and I didn’t want to stop, but my cock had other ideas. I came in your pussy without asking. I just did it. I didn’t think about what I was doing, or the potential consequences of my actions. All I wanted was you, and so I took what I wanted.

When I was done I pulled my cock from you and I panicked. I pulled my pants up and began to run toward the door. I couldn’t risk you seeing that it was me. I couldn’t risk losing my job over what had just happened and so I ran until I reached my car. I hopped in and drove away with the urgency of a bank robber fleeing the scene of a crime. I knew what I had done was wrong. I knew that what I did to you was a crime. I just couldn’t help myself. You were too beautiful and too perfect. I continued to work for you, and I always wondered if you knew that it was me who had fucked your face like that and cum up inside of you. If you knew you never said a word. If you knew, you kept it buried somewhere inside of yourself.

Now when I see you, I see my mistakes staring at me. I can see your stomach growing and I know that the baby is probably mine. I debate whether I should tell you that I was the one who came inside you without asking. I debate whether I should confess to what I did and face the consequences. It’s just hard when I care about you so much that I would do anything to be near you. I would do anything to stay in your life forever. I would kill to fuck your face one last time, or a million times would be even better. I know it’s wrong. I know I’m obsessed, but I can’t help it. You are just too perfect, so beautiful, and even more beautiful now that you are carrying my child. It’s just too bad you don’t know the truth so we can truly be together but I fear telling you would be the end of us. That’s why I come by once in a while without you knowing to check on you, to see if you are on your knees, blindfolded and waiting for me to cum again. You’re so beautiful. You know that?