by Writing Shark
Fuck Grace on the first date like a whore
The question if she can still come inside is not for Grace Hoover, just like you didn’t ask if you should go to you or to her. Grace couldn’t ask these questions because she had your cock in her mouth from the second the car door closed behind her after the expensive diner. The whole car ride she didn’t lift her head out of your lap once and your hand didn’t get stuck in her styled hair only when you had to shift through the gears.
Inside the young teacher is a dirty little whore as you found out before the second course in the fancy restaurant where you had taken the woman. It was so easy. A few harsh words, mixed with sympathy and humor, and your all-important self-confidence, coming from the possession of several beautiful girls and women, made it impossible for Grace not to fall for you.
Her husband is small and weak and her sex life, even though she has a pretty perfect figure and a cute smile, is even more withered than you suspected and her daughter such a spoiled beast that poor Grace hardly has time for herself. She sealed her own doom by listening to you talk about your perfect daughters, and you used the shame she feels when she thinks of Valerie to make her even more dependent on you.
“Wait…” she breathes, but doesn’t do anything to stop you and hangs helplessly at your side while you clutch her with one arm and unlock your front door with the other. She still has the taste of your cock in her mouth and her eyes can only focus on you. “Your family…” You push the door open and almost throw Grace into your apartment. She barely catches herself and it’s not the alcohol that makes her weak. Your fingers close around her throat.
“I’m the man of this house,” you rumble as her eyes turn to you in fear and lust and her mouth drops open. “And I’m going to fuck you in my marriage bed right now.”
“My God James…” she croaks. You let go of her and grab her by the hairline, turning her toward the stairs and giving her a hard slap on her inviting ass. Grace stumbles up the stairs and falls several times, each time you strip her of some of her outfit.
Once in your bedroom, Grace is wearing only one shoe, limps a bit, and her shirt hangs down one arm while you tug at her bra from behind. With force you turn her around, grab her and she stares at you expectantly, then you grab and just rip her bra off her body. Grace cries out in shock, then you push her hard and she flies backwards onto the bed. Of her own accord she spreads her legs for you. Her panties have slipped a bit and you can see the edges of her labia peeking out from under the tight fabric as she struggles to present her womanhood to you.
It’s always the same with women who are underfucked. What makes Alice valuable is abused by Grace to get things she doesn’t deserve.
“Not yet,” you say devilishly. You stand by the bed and begin to undress, listening to her pathetic moaning, but as you stand naked before her, her eyes fixed on your cock as if possessed, she still hasn’t closed her legs.
“Why not?” she wants to know. Her female brain isn’t functioning properly after you’ve been working on her for hours.
“Do you think a blowjob is enough to make me cheat on my wife?” you ask coldly and distantly. Grace doesn’t understand and the confusion on her beautiful face is delicious. Hadn’t you just stated that Hellen isn’t good enough for you?
“What do you want me to do? Do you want another blowjob?” You snort contemptuously.
“Maybe something you can do better.” That hurts, but it’s supposed to. Grace is too needy to realize where you’re steering her but she obeys you like a lemming throwing herself off the cliff.
“I know I’m not good at this” she comes to you ignorantly.
“So you don’t give your husband what he deserves” you realize and Grace gets all small. “I’m not like him.” The teacher forgets her etiquette and moves toward you with swinging hips and breasts like a whore, her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, ready to suck you. She knows you’ll take what you want. But you put your hand on her cheek and push her onto her back. Then she squeals anxiously as you turn her body around on the bed and get between her thighs. When your tongue touches her clit, this woman is yours.
“Oh God!” She is surprised by your generosity and writhes under your tongue as if possessed by a demon. But you are the demon taking possession of her. Your fingers replace your tongue. “Oh God yes! James! Yes!”
“Your husband doesn’t take proper care of you Grace,” you say in a calm voice as your fingers fuck into her tight, twitching hole.
“God knows he doesn’t” gasps the woman, already quite out of breath.
“And now you’re going to get from me what he can’t give you.”
“Yes James… yes! You are so good. Your fingers… better than his penis.” You lean toward her slightly.
“You don’t know what my cock will be doing to your body. Do you want to find out?” The woman is under fire. Years of neglect are burned away by a new passion. Passion for you.
“Yes I do!” You grin. “I want it so bad.”
“I don’t compete with anyone,” you say, pulling your fingers out of her. Grace looks at you in panic and jerks her body closer to you. Your cock touches her opening but you move back as a dark stain forms on the sheets.
“No, you take what you want” gasps the unleashed woman. “Please take me! Take me from my husband.” You don’t have to control her anymore. She has arrived. “He can’t keep up with you.” Grace knows what you want to hear. “I’m yours, I promise.”
“No more sex with your looser of a husband, you got that?” The woman laughs dirty and lusty.
“That won’t be a problem.” Then she cries out lustily as your dick hits her cunt with hard trusts.
“And no more sex with you. Just me fucking you from now on. Your orgasms are mine.”
“Yes James! Everything is yours!” You’ll take her up on that. But not now.
“You get your dominant man to fuck your silly brain out and make you useful,” you say icily, rubbing your cock over her opening, almost making her explode.
“Yesssss James…”
“And for that you are my little…,” you push your tip into her “willing…,” Grace goes wild, whimpering and screaming, clawing into the sheets as your cock penetrates her “fuck piece.”
With your cock almost inside her, Grace Hoover is in another world. Now it’s time to take her out of her old world and place her in yours, where she belongs. At your feet.
“Look at me and tell me what a feminine looser your husband is and I’ll fuck you.” And Grace obeys.
“Harold is a fucking loser who can’t get his penis hard. You’re better at fucking and dominating. You make me feel so special and small. And I need you James! I need you and your dick James!” You win.
“Look aside.” And Grace obeys again, not having the brainpower to think for herself and rolls her head to the side you command.
Then she sees Hellen standing in the room. And she sees the expensive Canon camera your wife gifted you for last Christmas. Her eyes widen in shock and several things happen at once.
Grace snaps out of breath. You grab her tighter, holding her down into the pillows. Grace wants to lift her arms, you stop her. And Hellen comes with her fingers in her naked cunt while the other hand keeps the camera pointed at Grace.
And you push your cock deep and hard into her tight opening.
Writing Shark 