It had been a long time since I’d been back home. Part of me…

It had been a long time since I’d been back home. Part of me dreaded it, but part of me craved it. I knew he’d be there, just like he always was, wanting to fuck me again. He was always there waiting for me as if I’d never left, no matter how long it had been since the last time.

“I’ll always be here for you. You just tell me where and when,” he’d told me a million times. So I took him up on it once in a while, mostly when I was passing that way for something anyway. Still, this was the first time I’d made up an excuse to take a trip home with the sole purposed of getting fucked nice and hard by him. He knew exactly how to fuck me, exactly what made me cum. It was so effortless for him to fuck me, to use me the way that he wanted to use me. 

I loved being used by him, to feel his warmth inside of me as he came nice and hard. He was the one and only guy I never used a condom with. I knew his life. I knew what he did. I was the only woman he wanted and no matter how long I left for or how many guys I fucked while I was gone, I knew that he would be waiting for me with his cock hard and ready. I could take his dick whenever and wherever I wanted and something about that gave me comfort. This was the comfort of home that I truly wanted as I pulled into his driveway. I ran to his door and rang the bell a few times in a row so he would know to hurry.

“Alicia,” he said, opening his arms for a hug. 

“I’m sorry, but I have to pee! Out of the way!” The long drive had gotten to me and I ran to the bathroom and had what can only be described as an orgasmic piss. It felt so good to feel that relief and by the time I washed my hands and made my way to the bedroom he was already naked and waiting for me. I shed my clothing onto the floor and faced him. 

“You always come back to me,” he said with love in his voice. We both knew I didn’t love him, and we both knew he desperately loved me. I knew in my heart that it was wrong to lead him on and torture him, but his cock was nice and big and I liked cumming on it. We were friends, as far as I was concerned and we had excellent sex benefits. 

“That’s because you know how to make me cum,” I explained. “Doggy style?” I asked him. 

“Do you want me to eat your pussy first?” he asked me. 

“No. I’ve been sopping wet for hours thinking about how you’d fuck me when I got here,” I said, getting on my hands and knees. He bent down and licked me from behind anyway and I giggled. 

“Fuck me!” I begged. 

“As you wish,” he said, and I smiled as he shoved his cock inside of me. I was getting my way, and I liked that. I could feel the intensity with which he fucked me, knowing that he would do his absolute best to get me off. He made me cum easily and I began to howl like a bitch in heat. He really did know how to make me cum and though I thought about it a lot when I was gone, it seemed like my memory never quite captured how good he felt. 

“Please! Please!” I screamed as he fucked another orgasm from me. He had his arm wrapped around my stomach and his hands were groping my tits. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. 

“How many orgasms would it take to convince you that you should just stay here with me and let me take care of you forever?” he said. 

“Millions,” I replied and he chuckled, knowing that it wasn’t going to work. I was here to cum on his cock, but also to avoid getting tied down into something real with him.

“You think so?” he said, laughing as he flipped me onto my back and placed my legs on his shoulders. He shoved his cock deep inside of me and absolutely fucked the shit out of my pussy. I could barely breathe as he held onto my arms and basically used my pussy to get himself off. He fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked, and I loved how his hand went up to my neck and began to choke me. I tried to scream because I was cumming so fucking hard, but found that nothing would come out when I did. 

“Tell me you’ll settle down with me,” he said as he fucked me. “Tell me!” 

“No! No!” I screamed. He pounded me even harder, his hand squeezing tighter. 

“Say it!” he commanded me and I was cumming again and it was glorious. I saw blotchy patches of light everywhere and I knew I was going to pass out, but somehow I didn’t . 

“Okay! Fine I’ll stay with you!” I screamed and when I did I came another time, this time gushing a rush of wetness onto the sheet beneath me. He came then, too, squirting his load deep inside of my pussy. 

“Wow,” he said when he was finished. “That really got me off to hear you say you’re going to stay with me,” he said. My whole body tensed up and I sat up suddenly and began to gather my things. 

“I think I need to go,” I said. “I only said that because you were choking me.” 

“Well, then explain that orgasm you just had,” he demanded. 

“Which one?” I said, cracking a smile. He had made me cum so many times. 

“The last one. This puddle right here,” he gestured to the bed. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened there,” I said, not really sure how to explain it. 

“Well, you know what I think? I think you are actually turned on by being with me long-term,” he suggested. “I think that you are just afraid.” 

“Why? Because you’re fifteen years older than me or because you’re divorced with two kids?” I asked him sarcastically. 

“Of both,” he said and he leaned in and kissed me. 

“You’re right. I’m terrified,” I told him. “I can’t handle it.” 

“That’s okay. You don’t have to handle it. I’ll handle it with you. Come here. Come let me hold you. Everything will be all right.” He pulled me to him and I let him comfort me. He stroked my hair and made me feel like someone actually gave a shit about me for once. It was strange to be loved by someone, but it felt really good, even if I didn’t feel the same way about him. I knew we’d keep fucking and I would keep stringing him along as long as I could, until he finally understood that I was no good for him and that I’d always let him down. 

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