Fired!
I start packing my things without caring to put on clothes. I ignore Olivia's loud knock and her subsequent entry into the room. I bend down and pretend to sort things as I wait for her approach. When she is about an arm's length away, I stand and face her.
"How dare you fuck my daughter, you pig!" she says, slapping my left cheek. "And I gave you one hour and you're not yet done!" she adds, again slapping my left cheek.
I grab her raised right hand with my left hand before I receive another slap. Immediately her left hand moves toward my face. I immediately grab it with my right hand before it hits my face. "Calm down, Mrs. Perkins," I say, trying to sound confident. I notice that she is attired in a black cardigan, a white inner shirt, and a knee-length corduroy skirt.
"Release me this minute or I call the..."
I engulf her lips with my mouth and give her a prolonged kiss. She struggles to break free, as I move my arms around her in an embrace. Sensing she is unable to escape, she quits struggling. I release her lips but continue to hug her soft body which doesn't now appear to be resisting. I invade her mouth with my tongue. She responds hungrily. My cock also notices her change in reaction and slowly hardens. Her hands grab at my neck tightly. I quickly unzip her skirt from behind and allow it to fall to the floor, revealing laced-topped thigh-highs. I lift her light frame against the wall, unable to risk the heat of the moment from burning out if I took the time to lay her on the bed.
She immediately straddles me. I move her thong to the side and enter her moist tight pussy. My cock is greeted with a wave of fluid as I give her my first thrust. "Ohhh," she moans, as her grasp tightens around my neck. I pump harder as another surge of liquid gush out. Unable to control myself any longer, I spurt my load into her without warning. I feel her pelvic muscles tighten as another wave of her fluids engulf my now shrinking cock. We collapse to the floor from exhaustion. "Thanks," she says to me. "I almost forgot I needed that, but you really must leave."
"Why?" I ask. "You didn't enjoy it?"
"Of course I did," she continues. "But it's guys like you I want to avoid. I hate to tell you this, but I have a weakness for that sort of thing... being forced... being tied.... being surprised... I know it's not normal... it's not a good example for Kelsey, which is why I'm avoiding you. I don't want her to have same fetish. Which is why I was really mad when I saw you fucking her."
I put my arms around her, with the intent of comforting her. "She's already an adult, and she can make her own decisions. You're not her only influence, you know. So whatever she turns out to be is not your fault. You should enjoy yourself."
She hugs me back and starts to sob. "Thanks for making me realize a lot of things today... about myself and Kelsey. But I really can't allow you to stay. I just can't accept that I haven't gotten over this sexual predilection."
"It's not as bad as you think it is. Everyone is different."
Olivia slips on her skirt and whispers. "I can't stop you if you'll use what I just said to your advantage."
"Like how?" I ask, feigning ignorance.
"If you break into my room and do me... you know I wouldn't call the cops." She whispers, as she heads toward the door. "I'll give you a whole day to pack, if an hour is not enough. And just leave the key on the table," she shouts as she exits the door.
Doe rushes out of the bathroom with Kelsey following closely following. "I think she's right. You have to find another apartment," Doe says.
"My aunt is into submission and bondage?!" Kelsey says in a surprised tone. Her mood changes as she sees the packed bags and realizes where her solution has led. "Really sorry guys. Didn't know the plan would end this way."
"We'll just leave the bags here and go back for them when we find an apartment." I suggest.
"No, just load them in my car," counters Doe. "I think I saw an apartment ad on the way to Linda's."
"There's one right across the street." Adds Kelsey. "Should we head there?"
Where do we decide to go first?
"How dare you fuck my daughter, you pig!" she says, slapping my left cheek. "And I gave you one hour and you're not yet done!" she adds, again slapping my left cheek.
I grab her raised right hand with my left hand before I receive another slap. Immediately her left hand moves toward my face. I immediately grab it with my right hand before it hits my face. "Calm down, Mrs. Perkins," I say, trying to sound confident. I notice that she is attired in a black cardigan, a white inner shirt, and a knee-length corduroy skirt.
"Release me this minute or I call the..."
I engulf her lips with my mouth and give her a prolonged kiss. She struggles to break free, as I move my arms around her in an embrace. Sensing she is unable to escape, she quits struggling. I release her lips but continue to hug her soft body which doesn't now appear to be resisting. I invade her mouth with my tongue. She responds hungrily. My cock also notices her change in reaction and slowly hardens. Her hands grab at my neck tightly. I quickly unzip her skirt from behind and allow it to fall to the floor, revealing laced-topped thigh-highs. I lift her light frame against the wall, unable to risk the heat of the moment from burning out if I took the time to lay her on the bed.
She immediately straddles me. I move her thong to the side and enter her moist tight pussy. My cock is greeted with a wave of fluid as I give her my first thrust. "Ohhh," she moans, as her grasp tightens around my neck. I pump harder as another surge of liquid gush out. Unable to control myself any longer, I spurt my load into her without warning. I feel her pelvic muscles tighten as another wave of her fluids engulf my now shrinking cock. We collapse to the floor from exhaustion. "Thanks," she says to me. "I almost forgot I needed that, but you really must leave."
"Why?" I ask. "You didn't enjoy it?"
"Of course I did," she continues. "But it's guys like you I want to avoid. I hate to tell you this, but I have a weakness for that sort of thing... being forced... being tied.... being surprised... I know it's not normal... it's not a good example for Kelsey, which is why I'm avoiding you. I don't want her to have same fetish. Which is why I was really mad when I saw you fucking her."
I put my arms around her, with the intent of comforting her. "She's already an adult, and she can make her own decisions. You're not her only influence, you know. So whatever she turns out to be is not your fault. You should enjoy yourself."
She hugs me back and starts to sob. "Thanks for making me realize a lot of things today... about myself and Kelsey. But I really can't allow you to stay. I just can't accept that I haven't gotten over this sexual predilection."
"It's not as bad as you think it is. Everyone is different."
Olivia slips on her skirt and whispers. "I can't stop you if you'll use what I just said to your advantage."
"Like how?" I ask, feigning ignorance.
"If you break into my room and do me... you know I wouldn't call the cops." She whispers, as she heads toward the door. "I'll give you a whole day to pack, if an hour is not enough. And just leave the key on the table," she shouts as she exits the door.
Doe rushes out of the bathroom with Kelsey following closely following. "I think she's right. You have to find another apartment," Doe says.
"My aunt is into submission and bondage?!" Kelsey says in a surprised tone. Her mood changes as she sees the packed bags and realizes where her solution has led. "Really sorry guys. Didn't know the plan would end this way."
"We'll just leave the bags here and go back for them when we find an apartment." I suggest.
"No, just load them in my car," counters Doe. "I think I saw an apartment ad on the way to Linda's."
"There's one right across the street." Adds Kelsey. "Should we head there?"
Where do we decide to go first?