I was strolling along, chatting with Sophia on the phone, and before I knew it, I was standing right in front of Grace's place.
"Hey, I gotta go, Sophia. Talk later, bye." I didn't wait for her reply, just hung up, opened the chat with Grace, and followed her directions to find the key.
The moment I stepped inside, it was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing, not even a hint of Grace.
"Ms. White? You here?" I called out, a bit unsure.
No answer. So, I shut the door and ventured further in.
When I got to the stairs, I tried again, "Ms. White, you there?"
"Come upstairs to find me," Grace's voice floated down from above.
Her voice was clear and sweet, like she had everything planned out for tonight.
"Alright!" I shouted back and dashed upstairs. But it was still dark as night when I reached the top.
'What's up with this? Did Grace's power go out?' I wondered.
I felt my way along the wall, moving forward cautiously.
"Ms. White, where are you? Why can't I see you?"
A few steps later, I spotted a faint light ahead.
Grace was lounging on the sofa in a sexy outfit, beckoning me over with a sultry look.
I swallowed hard.
Her flesh-colored stockings clung to her thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination, and I could see a small tuft of hair and a smooth entrance.
Up top, she had on a flesh-colored mesh bra, barely covering her nipples.
She looked insanely hot, totally irresistible.
I felt myself getting hard, blood rushing south.
I was so turned on, I just wanted to be inside her.
I hurried over, grabbed her breast, and she moaned.
"Be gentle!" she gasped.
"Gentle? You look like you want me to squeeze hard. Dressed like this, have you been waiting for me? Let me feel how wet you are."
I slid my hand down, fingers finding her entrance, teasing her roughly.
I grabbed her chin, making her look at me, "I just got here, and you're already wet? Were you touching yourself, waiting for me?"
I couldn't help but think about how she had pleasured herself in the office after I made her climax, rubbing herself to a second orgasm.
Grace was, without a doubt, the most shameless woman I'd ever met.
"No... I didn't touch myself. I got wet when I saw you," Grace said, looking up at me with those big, pleading eyes.
"Such a good girl. Looks like we can skip the foreplay. I'm gonna give it to you good tonight."
With that, I unzipped my pants, pulled them down, and my cock sprang free.
I lifted her legs, spreading them wide, and pulled her to the edge of the sofa.
"Be gentle!"
"Shut up, I haven't even started yet. Why are you making noise?" I snapped, giving her thigh a quick slap.
Grace moaned again. "Be gentle..."
Ignoring her, I knelt on the edge of the sofa, grabbed my cock, and slid it into her entrance.
After our afternoon session, she wasn't as tight, and with her juices, I slipped in smoothly.
I started thrusting, keeping a steady rhythm.
In the spacious villa, the only sounds were our bodies slapping together and Grace's lustful moans.
"So good... so full... your cock is so big... filling me up! So fast... so fast... I'm about to gush... slow down... please slow down a bit?"
"Slow down? How can I fully enjoy you if I slow down?" I said, picking up the pace.
"It feels amazing... I'm about to gush... slow down... slow down!"
"If you want to gush, then gush. Don't hold back."
Hearing her say she was about to gush triggered something in me—I wanted to make her gush before I climaxed.
All I could think about was thrusting faster and harder until she squirted all over the room.
I lifted her legs, pressing them against the back of the sofa, and knelt on the cushions, gripping her legs tightly as I thrust deeper.
I squeezed her so hard it felt like my fingers were sinking into her flesh.
"Too fast... I feel... I feel like I'm going to..." Grace was so overwhelmed she could barely speak.
"What do you want? Tell me, and I'll make it happen." I gripped her chin, tightening my fingers around her jaw.
She closed her eyes in pain, twisting her head from side to side, trying to free herself from my grip.
"Tell me, tell me, and I'll let you go."
I knew she was already satisfied, and whatever she said now would be incredibly provocative.
"It's burning... your cock is moving so fast, it feels like I'm on fire."
"Let it burn. Even if it burns, I'll keep going until you're satisfied." I released her chin but kept my hand on her entrance, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
"Slow down... please slow down!"
I rubbed her expertly, and suddenly I felt a tightness below me. My cock swelled even more, and then my whole body relaxed.
I came, shooting into her entrance once again.
I leaned back, pulling out my cock. The semen flowed out of her like a waterfall, dripping onto the sofa and the carpet.
Grace curled up on the sofa like a baby, trembling uncontrollably. "So good... David, you're amazing."
I didn't respond, just sat at her feet, gently caressing her entrance, now turned inside out, along with the mix of our fluids.