Marvel #24

September 2024

He tells me one day that this favourite position of all time is when I am on top with my tits out – I have to push from my mind any thoughts of his wife being on top… Fuck I hate when I think about her. It’s more often than not that I think about her, particularly when he fucks me doggy style, probably why I hardly ever cum that way. Why do I think about her at all? I don’t know her…

I am working my last 2 weeks at the temp job which I have turned from a receptionist to a project consultant role, which caused them to keep me a bit longer, but I got a proper job thank goodness, so I go to Melbourne for the Thirty Seconds to Mars concert then I will be back to start my new full time job. Because it’s the end of the job & my boss is away, I just head in late while Marvel comes over after school drop off.

I plan on opening the door with no robe on but he’s at my house quicker than I realise, so he comes in & I have to rush around sorting the dogs out before I find him in the hallway & he pushes me aganist the wall, pulling open my robe & kissing me hard as his hand finds my clit to rub it then slips his fingers inside me. I am on tippy toes & glad for his strong arms around me because I lose balance easily when I am getting more & more turned on, close to cumming, it’s hard to remain standing.

We fuck in my bedroom, I have no sheets on the bed & he makes me squirt so much, that I am conscious of how wet the bed is. He messages me a few times after when I say that my room smells like sex, but he says that the more I squirt, the more it smells. I tell him that he is going to watch me cum just by me touching myself one day & then Marvel disappears for a week.

He just picks up the conversation from where it left off, talking about me teasing him & making him watch me from the chair, I tell him “Hmmm, yes I can if I tie your hands up, I can do whatever I want…. Just rub myself on your cock a little, poke my tits in your face & just rub my clit with my fingers, rocking my hips so I’m fucking my fingers on your lap…” I keep up this line of chat because I know it keeps him engaged & keeps him coming back online more regularly.

It works, I mean I may only get 1 or two messages per day, but he comes back online through September more than once a week. But mainly because I am working so hard to keep the sex talk going, so much so that he says that he’s frustrated just thinking about this scenario.

I wake up having a really vivid dream about him, which when I tell him, he of course asks me what it was about, “I woke up horny & wet obviously, so I rolled over rubbed your cock, you sort of woke up so I told you to stay asleep as I climbed on top of you & fucked you deep & slowly til I was cumming, then you flipped me over, taking me from behind hard & fast fulling my cunt with your cum.” He says that sounds fucking hot & I of course have cum to it. I’m sure that he will jerk off to the thought of it.

He asks me about my work situation, which I have just started the new job, I think this sexy talk I have been making sure is going on longer than it probably should, that he’s going to try to see me perhaps. I mean with this guy, who the fuck knows what he’s thinking. The half a dozen messages every second day are really just a full on tease that it won’t be long before he is working out when to fuck me again!

It’s a cheeky little game & it works every single time!

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