I’m Allison, the gorgeous girl next door who’s made a career out of seducing married men. It’s not my fault they can’t resist my charms. When I set my sights on someone, it’s only a matter of time before I claim him as my own.
Tonight, I’m at my lover’s house while his wife is away. I know he’s been aching for me, his eyes lingering on my curves whenever our paths cross. It’s been a week since our last tryst, and I can practically smell his desire wafting in the air.
I slip inside quietly, my high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The house is dimly lit, but I can see Marcus’s tall, broad form silhouetted in the living room. He turns, and our eyes lock. A slow, hungry smile spreads across his face.
“Welcome home, Allison,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly with lust.
I saunter towards him, my hips swaying with each step. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I purr, running my fingers through his hair. “Did you miss me?”
He groans, pulling me into his arms and claiming my lips in a searing kiss. I melt against him, my body igniting with arousal. We make out fiercely, hands roaming each other’s bodies, until we’re both breathless.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I suggest, breaking the kiss and taking his hand.
Marcus follows me, his eyes burning with anticipation. Once we’re inside, I push him down onto the bed and straddle him, grinding my hips against his hardening cock through our clothes.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” I whisper, trailing my nails down his chest. “I need you to punish me.”
Marcus growls, his hands gripping my hips as he lifts me up and down on his lengthening member. “You know I’ll give you exactly what you deserve, baby.”
I moan, my head falling back as I ride him faster. But I need more, crave the ultimate pleasure he can provide. I reach for the drawer of his nightstand and pull out the lube and a leather strap-on.
Marcus’s eyes widen as I strip off my lingerie and flip onto my stomach. “Allison, what are you—”
“I want you to fuck me in the ass, Marcus,” I say, looking back at him over my shoulder with a wicked grin. “I know it’s your kink, and I want to satisfy it.”
He stares at me, stunned for a moment before a possessive gleam enters his eyes. “You want me to take you there, baby?”
“I do,” I confirm, reaching back to spread my cheeks and expose my virgin hole. “Claim me in every way possible.”
Marcus swears under his breath, but he doesn’t hesitate. He takes the strap-on from me and drizzles lube onto it before positioning the tip at my entrance. I tense, but I trust him to be gentle.
“Relax, Allison,” he coaxes, rubbing my back soothingly. “I’ll go slow, promise.”
I take a deep breath and nod, trusting him completely. Slowly, he pushes the toy inside me, my body resisting at first but eventually yielding to his persistence. I gasp as the burn gives way to a tingling sensation.
“That’s it, baby,” Marcus praises, his voice filled with awe. “You’re doing so good.”
I glance over my shoulder, watching as he laces his fingers through mine and starts moving the strap-on in and out of me, gradually picking up speed. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, my sensitive nerve endings sparking with every inch he penetrates.
Marcus’s eyes are glued to where we’re joined, his face contorted in pleasure and concentration. “Fuck, Allison, you’re so tight,” he grits out, his hips snapping forward with more urgency.
I moan, my free hand fisting in the sheets as I surrender to the intense sensations. “Yes, Marcus, give it to me,” I urge, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
Suddenly, he pulls out completely and flips me onto my back, positioning himself above me. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he warns, his chest heaving.
I wrap my legs around his waist, welcoming him back into my body as he starts to pound into me with desperate hunger. The mattress creaks beneath us, and the air is thick with our ragged breathing and the slick sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
“I’m so close,” Marcus groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You feel incredible, Allison.”
I meet his gaze, my own eyes blazing with desire. “Come for me, Marcus,” I demand, squeezing my inner muscles around his cock. “Fill me up and make me yours.”
With a primal roar, he buries himself to the hilt and stills, his hot seed pumping into me as my own orgasm crashes over me. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes through me, rendering me limp and gasping beneath him.
As we come down from our highs, Marcus collapses onto me, his weight a comforting pressure. I stroke his back, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. Another man brought to his knees by my charms.
And I can’t wait to do it all again.