Seduced Into Adultery

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Hello. No, no, don't turn around. Keep watching across the crowded room. Watching the new girlfriend. She is very beautiful, has long legs, luscious lips. Hmm. Oh, I'm sorry. Did nobody tell you I'd be here today? It's been a while, darling. How are you? My husband is around here somewhere, but he's not the focus of my attention right now. You are and that beautiful girl you've got over there. I don't suppose she likes the girls, does she? Hmm, tragic. I'm sure she tastes absolutely divine.

Are you alright, sweetheart? Your back is ramrod straight, and I suspect at the sound of my voice, so is your cock. Oh, don't try and deny it. I'm well aware of the effect I have on you. That's why you try and avoid me at these things. My voice makes you hard because you heard that before you ever saw me, didn't you? Now tell me something, how good is she at riding your cock? How good is she at making you rock hard that you last for hours? What does she whisper in your ear at the most inappropriate moments? Yes, much like I'm doing right now. But you haven't moved away from me, you haven't excused yourself, and you haven't told me to stop. So, I would say there's a part of you that remembers all of the things we did together, and you are luxuriating in the voice and the words and the directness again.

Do I want you back? Oh, hell no. Do I want to mess with you? Absolutely, psychologically and physically. I see the psychological is kicking in. You shifted on your feet. It's a sure sign that you're getting a little uncomfortable in your trousers. Yes, didn't give much room for hardening, do they? Tell me something, why is it you weren't hard while you were watching your girlfriend? Surely your cock loves being inside her tight, wet cunt. Maybe this is the problem. Maybe the vocals are the issue. Does she not scream loud enough? Does she not beg hard enough? Does she not turn you on and throw your world into disarray when she fucks with you?

I have missed teasing you, my darling. I have missed pushing you and pushing you to the point where you would bend me over anything or push me up against anything, anywhere, no matter who was looking, and put me in my place with your mouth, with your fingers, and your cock. You have fucked me in alleyways, over the hood of your sports car, in your car, up the side of a house we were visiting with relatives in. You have pulled me into any semblance of privacy that you could to stop me from doing this to you. And I love watching you try and keep your feet on the floor as your girlfriend waves at you from the other side of the room.

You can't take yourself away from me, can you? You can't stop thinking about the mouth I have on me, not just expressing words and dirty, filthy thoughts, the debauched little slut that I am, but also how it feels around your cock when I leave the red lipstick at the base of it. Tell me that she can put her lipstick around the base of your cock. Well, no answer is an answer in itself. If she could, you'd have defended her and said, of course she could. Of course, she can't. It's quite the impressive cock. But you and I know my gag reflex is pretty non-existent, which is one of the things that turned you on the most with me.

You can't help thinking about my cunt right now, can you? How your cock would feel buried to the hilt in it, my legs wrapped around your waist, my arms wrapped around your neck. So, tell me something, baby, are you going to call me, give me a time and a place, and when I get there, fuck me. How long are you going to hold out? It's been what? Mmm, six months? Since you fucked me? That's the longest you've ever been without me, and you were feral that night. You fucked me for hours. I could barely walk the next day. It was amazing. I loved it, the dirty little whore that I am.

Or are you waiting for me to say the two words that always break you? Hello. You've turned to look at me. Your face is stone, but I can tell by your eyes that you are completely and utterly fucked because you know as well as I do if I say those two words, you are going to have me within the next couple of hours, probably when you take me in your car or over your car or down the alley down the side of the venue where my husband and your girlfriend can't see. Please fuck me. My cunt hasn't been filled properly since the last time you fucked me. Nobody does it for me. Nobody's hard enough. Nobody fucks me deep enough. Nobody gets me and holds me and uses me like you do.

And I know, I know that the minute you get me alone, I will be punished for the mouth on me right now. So tell me, sir, will you fuck me? Will you do it again? I know you've just turned around and looked at me again, and you know I'm going to say the words. Please, sir. I don't know whether it's the please or the sir that gets you most or just the combination. Please, sir, fuck me. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Make me kneel. Make me yield to your cock over and over and over and over again. I need to. I need the one thing that only you can give me. You. I have never reacted to somebody else like I do to you, and you have never reacted like you do to me to anybody else.

We are dynamite when we fuck. We are chaotic, incendiary when we try and make it a relationship. Let's just dispense with that and go with the fucking instead, shall we? Stop waiting so long. Now, I'm going to make things a little easier for you. Your girlfriend's walking towards us. This venue has rooms upstairs. The room at the back of this hall. I'm going to step through it, up the stairs, the second door on the left, along the corridor. I have an office here. I will work for them. I will wait there for no more than five minutes after I leave you here. Please, sir, come fuck me.