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Hunter stayed laying down on his couch, attempting to shield his eyes from the sun pervading through the window.
“Fuck,” he grumbled underneath his breath, cursing his obsolete curtains. His attempt at catching shut eye was in utter vain, which only added to his frustration.
He draped his forearm over his eyes and gave off a deep sigh, hoping his headache would dissipate if he slept some more. His age seemed to catch up to him, as he was experiencing its symptoms. His 40’s wasn’t going as they said it would. And much to his annoyance, sudden knocks at the door cut through the silence of what he attempted to enjoy.
“Not fucking answering,” sighed Hunter, bunching his hair into his hand. Usually, they were solicitors and advertisers who looked to sell him products he was unaware existed. And he hoped that if he ignored them for long enough, they would leave.
But not this time. And not this one.
Three more solid knocks came from the door which earned an exasperated grunt from Hunter. He reached for the shirt he flipped inside out when he threw it off and slipped it back on. He made himself look somewhat presentable, but decided to leave his scowl.
“Who is it?” asked Hunter, approaching the door. His fingers lingered at the lock, wanting to know who was at his door before he opened it for them.
“Hello Mister Hood! May I come inside?”
Ah.
Hunter turned the lock and opened the door, but stayed by the doorway.
“Hey Alicia, what can I do for you?” asked Hunter. His headache wasn’t getting any better, sunlight outside indescribably bright.
“Is anyone home right now?”
“Just me. Listen—“ cut off Hunter.
“Great!” exclaimed Alicia as she slipped through the crack of the door.
“Fuck,” murmured Hunter, not expecting this situation.
“I’m sorry Alicia—you know I’d usually be fine with you staying, but today is just—“
cut off Hunter, once again.
Alicia took the liberty of running up the stairs, knowing the map of Hunter’s house. This wasn’t her first time over. Hunter followed, grunts and curses following each flight he took up to his room.
“Alicia!“
“You know, you’re the talk of my school,” spoke Alicia, flopping onto his bed.
“Alicia—get off my bed,” was the only thing that Hunter could respond with. This was rather sudden and unusual for Alicia, who was usually polite.
Her demeanor today changed too. Instead of having her hair tied up in a neat ponytail, she decided to let her black locks hang off her shoulder. Wavy and beautiful. Her usual modest outfits switched to a tight top and a short skirt with frills. Her embodiment of promiscuity was absolutely delicious.
Hunter slightly scolded himself for the thoughts, swatting away those previous thoughts. He wasn’t that type of person. And right now, he wasn’t in the mood. He was tired and agitated.
“What if I don’t?”
“Huh?”
“I said what if I don’t?” asked Alicia, who curtained her hair to one side of her shoulders.
“You’re over at my house—what’s going on? This isn’t like you,” scoffed Hunter, surprised at the switch up.
“You’re the talk. With the girls,” trailing off Alicia.
“Knew it was going to turn into a shitshow,” grumbled Hunter. Today wasn’t the day for this.
“Don’t listen to them—“ began Hunter.
“So you’re going to fuck me.”
Hunter let out a laugh her sudden words, ringing as more of an absolute thing than a polite request.
“First off, I’m at least 20 years older. And you’re my neighbor’s daughter. So fuck me if I ever get in trouble with your parents.”
“I think you’re handsome. You’re my type, Mr. Hood. Oh, and I hear you like to have really rough sex. I hope I caught you on a good day,” replied Alicia, clearly not giving in.
Truth be told, Hunter was a rather handsome man. His stubble was an asset and fit him well. His hair was always kempt.
Alicia started to strip her top off, but before she was able to, Hunter forced it back on her.
“Alicia, keep your clothes on—just please,” sighed Hunter. He knew the consequences of fucking his neighbors daughter and prudently avoided that end.
“Mister Hood. I saw the way you looked at me before. I want you to fuck me. Please,” said Alicia.
“That wasn’t—“
“Please,” pleaded Alicia. She sat up from the bed, voice slightly wavering.
“Fine,” exhaled Hunter, anger ringing in his voice. He gave Alicia no time to strip. He grabbed her hair in his hands and pulled it toward him. His tongue violently pushed into her mouth as he savored the surprised moans coming from Alicia’s mouth.
Hunter grabbed her waist and positioned her so she was sitting in front of him, her petite figure leaning against his chest. He forced her shoes off one by one and nearly tore her skirt off her. He exhaled onto Alicia’s neck and sucked her neck, leaving more than what would be considered a bruise.
“My socks,” managed Alicia, wanting them off.
“Staying on, sweetheart,” said Hunter, biting her earlobe. He hiked up her legs so her ass pointed out and pussy positioned so he could look down at it.
“You knew what you came for, it looks like. But it’s such a shame you’re not going home with these again,” murmured Hunter, gliding the tip of his thumbs up Alicia’s laced panties. She shuddered in return. He slid them off her legs, eliciting a small moan from Alicia.
It took restraint, but he simply admired the pink of her pussy. Clean and unused. The wetness glistened against the light.
“Mister Hood?” asked Alicia. Hunter firmly placed his hand over her mouth and stooped next to her ear.
“Shh. No talking.”Alicia gave a muffled response in return. He couldn’t tell if she agreed or snarked.
Hunter slipped Alicia’s top over her head and admired the matching lace bra. He undid the back and watched it reveal her perky and natural tits, hardened at the tips from want.
Hunter climbed off the bed, propping Alicia’s back on pillows against the bedpost. He tossed his own shirt over his head and kneeled down to the level of Alicia’s pussy and ate her with an animalistic lust. His tongue lapped the exquisite wetness of her lips and the surrounding skin with a certain hunger. He sucked and teased the her clit, eliciting pitched whimpers and moans.
Hunter inserted his fingers into her mouth, feeling her saliva flow out from the corner of her mouth. The fingers of his other hand were fucking her relentlessly. They jammed her inside and out, slicking his finger with mixture of her juices and cum. Each time he pulled out, a noise came from Alicia. And the older man only smiled at it.
On the bed, Alicia twitched endlessly from the pleasure of only Hunter’s fingers. Her waist swished the bedsheet into indescribable patterns and her lungs struggled to keep up with her exhales. The spot next to her drenched with her saliva, as Hunter’s fingers kept her mouth pried open.
“Good,” whispered Hunter, pulling his fingers out of her pussy entirely. He tasted his fingers, replacing the varnish of Alicia’s juices with his saliva.
Hunter stood up from his position and looked at the beauty on his bed. He was tall and watching Alicia shake with pleasure just from his tongue and fingers was rewarding his lust. She was completely naked, save for her knee socks and convulsed on his bed, trying to recuperate.
“You’re going to get everything you asked for,” hummed Hunter, barely done with Alicia. She gave a small whimper in response, saving her breath. “And I have to say, you’re right. You did catch me on a good day for this,” added Hunter, who undid his pants.
His cock tented hard in his boxers and revealed a wet spot that blotted the fabric of it. He dripped large amounts of pre-cum, which he could feel travel down his shaft. He slipped them off and lavished in Alicia’s reaction. Her eyebrows clumped in both amazement and worry. She swallowed nervously and was completely readable, not to mention, vulnerable at this very moment.
Hunter grabbed Alicia’s hair and pulled her so she was sitting up on the bed. Before she could react to the pain, Hunter pulled her mouth onto the head of his cock, swollen and throbbing. He pulled her down all the way to his shaft, moaning at the sensation of her throat. She was panicking, he could tell, at the way her throat squeezed and loosened at his cock. He pulled out, letting her breathe.
However, in a few seconds, he pulled her lips back onto his cock, intending to make every use of her. His precum slicked and lubricated his cock, making it easy for Alicia to suck it. Her hot saliva drooled out of her mouth and once again, stained the bedsheets.
“Fuck,” groaned Hunter, relishing in the wet, dirty sounds coming from Alicia’s mouth. The man could tell she was rather inexperienced by the absence of her tongue in her technique. But he intended to give her everything she asked for.
Hunter pulled his cock out, making Alicia cough on a mixture of his pre cum and her saliva. He pinched the sides of her mouth together with one hand and pulled on her tongue with the other.
“Use this,” he sternly said, not waiting for a response from Alicia. He pulled her back onto his cock, surprised at how quick she learned. Her tongue worked the head and glided against the side of his cock. She was easy to knead; her hair continued to be used.
“That’s it,” sighed Hunter. He felt Alicia digging her fingernails into his thigh, trying to find a way to keep holding on. And fuck, he welcomed it. After all, it would be her only way of leaving a mark on him. He, however, would have many ways of marking her.
“I’m cumming,” groaned Hunter, who released his cum into Alicia’s mouth. Her eyes widened, overwhelmed by the amount and taste. She flinched, wanting to pull away, but Hunter held her head in place.
“I need you to swallow,” said Hunter. Alicia shut her eyes and with a gulp worked it down. Hunter pulled out at this and examined her mouth. Alicia struggled to catch her breath, chest heaving up and down. She was a mess, to say the least. Her hair was knotted, her chest had remnants of her saliva, the corners of her mouth had more saliva and some remaining cum. Her makeup was almost staring to run from the tears that trailed out of her eyes.
Hunter swiped the cum off Alicia’s mouth with his thumb and inserted it into her mouth. She cleaned it off his finger with her soft tongue and opened her mouth back up with a pop sound. The man continued to press down on her tongue as she continued to catch her breath.
“You’re not completely spent yet, are you, Alicia?” said Hunter. He drank down the way her eyes reflected a blip of fear.
“Please, Mister Hood, I want to feel it inside me,” said Alicia, unable to take her eyes off his still hard cock.
“Not to worry, Alicia. I never would’ve let you leave if you didn’t,” the man responded.
He pushed her down onto the bed, pushing his tongue into her mouth again. His tongue met with hers and entwined with hers. He pushed up from the bed, positioning the head at the entrance and pushing in just his head. It was amazingly hot and tighter than he had expected. The entrance made Alicia yelp and moan.
He pushed all the way inside, and shivered from the heat. Her pussy was still slopping wet, telling him exactly how much Alicia wanted this. She was extremely tight, more than he expected her to be.
Alicia moaned and lifted her head to take the sight of his cock inside of her. She shook with pleasure and gripped the bedsheets underneath her.
Without warning, the man began to rock his hips inside Alicia. The girth of his cock stretched her pussy, tight from not being used, but this was certainly not her first time.
“Not your first time, is it, Alicia?”
“No, it—ah!—isn’t,” replied Alicia, managing a reply though she was being pounded thoroughly hard and fast.
“I had a boyfriend, but he—he wasn’t nearly as good as you,” followed Alicia, speaking through the sloppish sounds her wetness created. The contact of their skin created short slapping sounds, only milliseconds long enough as Hunter was fucking her through and through.
Hunter flipped Alicia’s body over and pulled her ass toward him. He bunched her hair up in his hands and pulled her head back, fucking her deep and fast. Short yelps came from Alicia followed by incoherent moans.
“Coming to me just for sex—that makes you a slut, doesn’t it?” coaxed Hunter, pulling in and out of Alicia.
“Yes! Yes, it does—ah!” moaned Alicia, crying out in hopes of keeping the cock inside of her until she came.
“Parents didn’t teach you any better?” Hunter put his cock back inside, pulling Alicia’s arms back and fucked her relentlessly. Alicia only moaned in response, unable to form words or unable to speak, Hunter couldn’t tell.
“I’m cumming,” groaned Hunter, thrusting inside of Alicia.
“Yes! Please do it inside, I’m on the pill!” begged Alicia.
Hunter didn’t need any further permission. He came inside Alicia and kept fucking her through it. The slosh of his cum inside of her mixed with the wet sounds of his cock inside her.
“Sh—shit,” moaned Alicia, eyes rolling back and collapsing onto the bed, going limp from the overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion.
Hunter pulled out, exhaling deep breaths and savored the sight of his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto his bedsheets. He scowled in annoyance, knowing he’d have to bother with washing them. But he had something bigger to deal with.
“Hey—Alicia, you’re not asleep are you?”
The girl from next door was asleep on his bed, fucked through and through with his cum dripping out of her as evidence.