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“I can’t wait to get there. I need to fuck you.” Jack’s hand slid up my thigh and rested there, a finger slightly glancing my crotch. I looked in the rearview mirror of the Uber we were in. The driver had glanced back after Jack had said it and then quickly looked back after catching my eyes. “Come on, Jack.” “Oh, I will. Right on that hot ass of yours.” Again a glance from the driver and an apologetic look back from me. We were on our way to visit one of Jack’s friends at the beach. That morning we’d hopped on a plane where there were still snow remnants in what was a spur of the moment decision of mine to run off with a guy who was, at best, a last resort for me when I was horny and experiencing a dry spell.Seven years younger than me and more about himself than pleasing his partner, he had a lot to learn. I had to hand it to Jack, he spoke his mind. He just had no filter. That was part of the reason I tried not to see him very often. He looked at me, his green eyes flashing, ran his hand through his short, cropped hair and sighed in frustration. “We’re not that far away, you can wait,” I giggled. He tried to extend his legs more, but the compact car we were in had given him every bit of space in the backseat that it had. “I told you to sit up front, Jack.” He leveled a look at me. “If I did that then I couldn’t do this.” His hand slipped into the waistband of my pants and it found its way down where it bypassed my panties and found the opening of my box. “Fuck,” I exhaled as his finger found my button. What was the driver doing? Looking at the road ahead, thankfully. With Jack’s finger steady swirling and my heart beating faster I pushed back against the seat as a warmth passed over me. “There’s a gate with an entry code up here, my man,” our driver announced. We’d pulled up to an entrance that, just like the driver said, had a large security gate and what looked like a long driveway just beyond it. Jack pulled his hand back but I was just trying Ankara escort to get my wits about me. I was wet now and left wanting while he tried to reach someone by phone.In those brief moments, I’d started to be less annoyed by Jack and more in the mood to let him take me right there in the back seat of the Uber. I guess Jack’s friend wasn’t home but buzzed him in remotely and the gates swung open slowly. The rest of the drive to the house seemed like it took forever. Once we’d made it through the gate and up to the expansive house that belonged to his friend, we’d barely gotten in the door with our bags before Jack was advancing on me. I wanted to tell him to give me a minute but remembering the ride there and the way he’d made me wet while we were on our way I held back any suggestions that we settle in. Just inside the front door was a console table and within a minute I was pushed up against it, with Jack’s hands tugging at my pants.Towering almost a foot over me with his solid form I relaxed some as he made quick work of getting them off, bending down as he did so, stopping when his face got to crotch level, pulling my panties to the side and licking me hungrily. I braced myself on the table, panting and moaning while his tongue explored my bare pussy. This was rare for us. Jack was single-minded and selfish in the bedroom but I’d been working on him. My legs began to shake a little with certain combinations of fingers and tongue and I guess that was just too much for Jack, who pulled away and stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and revealing Mr. Girthy – the name I’d given his cock. I’d had average, textbook dicks, banana dicks, short dicks and long dicks. Nice, fat girthy dicks were my new favorite.Still trying to hold myself up against the table, I watched as Jack put a condom on Mr. Girthy. In seconds he was covered and inside me, thrusting hard. I could see us in the mirror on the opposite wall, Jack’s Ankara escort bayan body all but obscuring me, pants down, ass exposed, pushing his big tool into me. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of my red hair, noticed the pale skin of my thighs while he was between them. “You fucking slut,” Jack growled as he pumped into me. The words made me shiver. “Damn,” was all I could manage. “You’re so tight. Damn.” Every thrust brought me closer and closer as he continued to talk. “You’re going to be so sore when I’m done with you. I’ve got a big load saved up for you.” “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop. Fuck!” Thinking I was in for a quickie and worried I wouldn’t get off, I tried to focus and cum while I tried to hold myself up. Just then, the front door opened while he was pounding me. Jack had no intention of stopping. Someone entered, paused for a second and said, “I see you two have made yourselves comfortable. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Jack never missed a beat. The interruption distracted me just enough to lose hold of the little thread of the beginning of my orgasm. “Fuck me with your fat cock,” I said. I was surprised to hear the words come out of my mouth-at least at that volume. We should have stopped and covered ourselves up and tried to save some dignity in the presence of our host, but no, Jack had just continued to fuck me after we were discovered. A few more thrusts and I felt the tingle work its way through me, building stronger and stronger until I couldn’t help but release, cumming all over his fat cock, trying not to scream as loudly as I normally do. “I’m fucking cumming. God! Yes.” Jack slowed for a few seconds and then worked back to his frenzied pace, I was pushed up against the wall with nowhere else to go as he pounded me, finally announcing his orgasm with a shout and a jolt. We were both out of breath after he finished. The room started to reveal itself to me as I let go of Jack and he eased Escort Ankara up. We were in a large, open foyer with a gigantic light fixture almost directly above us. The place did not scream young single guy from what I could see. I finally caught my breath. Jack had made his way to a nearby powder room and there I was, no pants on, in a stranger’s foyer. A voice called to me from what must have been the kitchen. “Ya’lls room is up the stairs, make a right, at the end of the hall. It’s got a bathroom attached. I’m NIck!” I stood there, frozen as I let his words sink in. Go on, fool, before he comes out here and sees you in your shirt clutching your pants, that little nagging voice told me.”Thanks! I’m Kate!”I found our room and took a quick shower, wrapping myself up in the softest, fluffiest, largest bath sheet I’d ever seen. I was going to have to face a complete stranger whose entryway table I’d just been fucked on but I might as well get it together and do it since I was going to be there for a few days. I wandered around the downstairs with no sign of Jack or his friend. They were outside on the patio, as it turned out. “What took you so long?” Jack motioned for me to come over. The man next to him with his back to me sitting at the table got up and turned around to greet me. He was tall and athletic with dark red hair and a neatly trimmed beard to match. He had a smile that told me he could charm the pants off just about anyone.”Since Jack’s not going to introduce me, again, I’m Nick. It’s great to meet you, Kate.” I stuck out my hand to shake his but he just pulled me into a strong hug but let me go quickly. He showed no indication that he’d seen Jack fucking me hard when he walked in his own front door as he approached me. “We hug around here. Especially if it’s a fellow redhead, Kate.” He’d had just enough of a southern drawl to make you feel at ease and he smelled… the only word I could think of was bright. After offering me a drink and giving Jack a hard time for not offering to get me a drink, I settled down in one of the patio chairs and looked around at the large backyard. The beach was a short drive from here, Nick told me. Jack and Nick had been friends since they were ten when their families lived next door to each other.
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