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When they woke up on Sunday morning in the bed Mr. Grayson usually shared with his wife Deborah, Samantha and him went at it again nearly immediately. They didn't even fully wake or stood up before starting. They just got closer under the sheets, and the cute redhead brought his erect cock next to her pussy. Nolan had a serious morning wood for someone who spent the previous day fucking from dawn to dusk, and she had come to love this unrelenting sex drive of his.
The older man lifted her thigh and put it above his own, before slowly penetrating her without uttering a single word. He didn't do it hard or roughly this time around, he did it... languorously, almost indolently. This intercourse didn't have any of the usual nastiness, it felt like a nice morning sex between two people who were starting to know each other's bodies pretty well.
"Fuck, how good it feels to wake up next to a sexy, horny girl like you Samantha..." Mr. Grayson whispered in her ear while he moved his waist to fuck her gently.
"Yeah, gotta admit, it's nice starting off the day with a horndog like you too, Daddy," the sleepy college girl replied. "Your dick feels... unf... really nice, first in the morning... I could get used to this kind of alarm clock."
Now that they had sex several times, they were getting increasingly comfortable with one another. They didn't need to include all the roughness they continually added to their lovemaking up until that point to get off. But of course, they did so anyway... In the kitchen, on the living room table, next to an open window, and in every position conceivable, they spent this whole final day fucking.
All those intercourses in a row left them sweaty and soaked in various bodily fluids, so Samantha often went to the bathroom to shower. However, even when she cleansed herself for the last time before leaving, Mr. Grayson wasn't able to leave her in peace. He stormed inside the bathroom just after she finished showering and got on his knees before grabbing her thighs.
"W-wait, what are you doing?" the red-haired girl asked, confused.
"Checking if your pussy tastes fresh now that you're all clean. Open your legs, doll."
He lifted her onto the basin without trouble and, while Samantha was a bit apprehensive, she did as he said. Mr. Grayson brought his face between her legs and smiled when he got a closer look at her crotch. His rough and greedy tongue entered her, making her shudder.
The college girl rested her back against the wall while Mark's dad delicately and expertly ate her out once again. All the inhibitions she previously felt regarding sex were completely gone now, so she let go and started moaning shamelessly, filling the room with lewd noises of pleasure.
Even if Samantha decided to attempt to keep a straight face, she probably wouldn't have been able to do so. The older man was stimulating her sensitive spots so perfectly that it would've been hard not to lose her mind. Her fingers tightened in his black and white hair as his tongue delved into her. Judging by how Mr. Grayson grunted while devouring her, she got the sense he loved pleasing a woman as much as she was enjoying being pleased by him.
"Oh God... Oh fuck... Seriously, how are you this good at this!?" Samantha asked, her voice crackling every time he moved his tongue on her clitoris.
"When you get to my age, you just appreciate the taste of a good meal," he chuckled, his warm breath caressing her lips. "How do you think I kept my wife and marriage afloat for three decades? Sadly, she's not much inclined to let me get down there, these days."
"Oh fuck... Her loss! I can't understand why. This is simply... Shit... Too much."
The 20-year-old girl's breathing became faster, and more and more fluids oozed from her pussy. Her knees became weak and her legs started shaking; she was getting close to climax. Mr. Grayson picked up the pace until she finally gave in and squirted all over his gruff mustache. She was moaning helplessly, quivering under the feeling of one of her best orgasms to date.
"You fffffu~~~cking bastard!" Samantha seethed, while cumming. "I'm all dirty again now!"
The older man smiled and handed her a towel, allowing her to clean her soaked labia and thighs from her lewd juices.
"Insults, really? Straight after receiving a treat?" he teased. "Don’t pretend you’re not loving this, little slut."
His smugness pissed off Samantha. Her boyfriend's dad always got so arrogant whenever he brought her to orgasm. However, she had to admit he managed to do that waaay more times than she expected through the course of this weekend...
"Oh, Puh-lease! As if I was the only one enjoying myself here. Don't think I haven't noticed the massive hard-on you have down there," she replied, with a smirk. "On that matter, need some help taking care of that, big boy?"
"You know I do, doll. And I think your lips are the perfect tool to remedy this aching I'm feeling."
Samantha fell to her knees with a naughty smile and started fumbling with his belt, panting. It didn't take long to unrestrain the beast that was shackled inside his briefs.
"Looks like you're in pain, Daddy," she said. "Your cock is throbbing so much, let me handle this. "
The cute redhead got to work; she sucked and licked the burly older man's penis as well as his balls. She relished the feeling of its warmth in her hand when she jerked it and its taste in her mouth. She feared being unable to withstand this hard cock when she arrived here this weekend, but she was getting more and more accustomed to it now. What surprised her the most was how, every time she thought she finally milked him dry, Mr. Grayson still managed to get hard again. It's like it never wanted the fun to end, which was a feeling Samantha could understand...
"Shit, I do love the feeling of a sloppy blowjob by such a sexy slut," he grunted.
The dominant middle-aged man couldn't resist the temptation; he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock deeper in her mouth before fucking it as he pleased. Samantha rolled her eyes in pleasure and drool started running out between her lips, making a real mess on her chest and on the bathroom tiles. Her pussy started dripping on the floor as he kept using her mouth.
When he finally let her breathe, the red-haired girl panted a little, before spitting on his penis with all the saliva his rough facefucking made her secrete.
"You really can't help yourself, can't you, Daddy?" she said. "Every time, you I pleasure you, you need to take the reins to make your favorite camgirl turn your dick all wet... It seems to be a kink of yours..."
"Well, it needs the proper lubrication, doesn't it? And which better lubricant could there be than the drool of a wonderful cocksucker like you, Samantha?"
The college girl shivered. The fact the 48-year-old man would indicate he wanted his penis to be lubricated implied he didn't want to stop just there. They needed to be quick to avoid getting caught by his wife, but Samantha couldn't deny having one last go at it sounded like a great idea...
"I want you, Daddy..." she whispered. "I want you so badly!"
"Yes, and I need that gorgeous cunt wrapped around my cock," he replied. "Stand up, doll. I'm gonna fuck that pussy until you forget why you ever dated my son in the first place."
Samantha stood up and spread her thighs wide, her pussy already glistening with arousal. Mr. Grayson positioned himself between her legs and rubbed his thick head against her slick folds, coating himself in her juices. With a groan, he surged forward, sheathing himself between her soaked walls and filling her deliciously full. The 20-year-old girl's spine arched like a bow at this now familiar sensation.
"Holy fuck... So deep... aaah... I love the feeling of you inside of me, Daddy..." she said, exhilarated.
Nolan recoiled, before slamming it back down to the hilt in one brutal thrust. He gripped onto her hips as he increased the pace, and Samantha pushed her cute ass back to meet his thrusts. She whimpered and her nipples stiffened further than they already were. Her body was eagerly accepting his rough pounding, and Mr. Grayson was clearly relishing seeing her lose her mind on his dick.
"I love it when you're rough with me, Daddy," she wailed. "God, I should've fucked you sooner... Way sooner..."
"That, you should have. A wimp like my son was definitely unable to handle a naughty girl like you. But you ended up seeing the light, didn't you? Look at you, taking this dick like you were born for it... What a good cockslut you've turned into, Samantha. I'm sure your parents would be proud."
The middle-aged man slid deeper into her with each of his powerful thrusts. This angle let him hit spots that had her eyes rolling back and seeing stars. He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The obscene, wet sounds of her cunt taking his cock filled the room alongside her broken moans and needy whimpers.
Samantha threw her head back with a sharp cry.
"Fuck, fuck, FUUUCK! I'm... hnnng… I'm gonna cum on this fat dick!"
Her pussy contracted around him like a vice, and he reached down to rub rough circles on her clit. Three more powerful thrusts was all it took for the damn to break, and Samantha's toes curled as a powerful orgasm washed over her. She screamed in pleasure and her thighs trembled as she came all over his cock and balls. But Mr. Grayson didn't slow down, he kept fucking her through her orgasm until she climaxed for the second time in a row.
It infuriated her. He managed to make her cum thrice since he entered the room, and he was still holding it in. She needed to push him over the edge too to make things more fair.
"Your cock feels so good, so thick, stretching my little pussy!" she mewled, each slam from his waist sending ripples through her sleek frame. "I bet you wanna cum in this tight juicy cunt, huh, Daddy? You want to paint my insides with your hot jizz?"
"You know I do..." he replied, through gritted teeth.
"Remember the last time we were in that bathroom?" Samantha kept on going. "It was the day Mark introduced me to his family, and you sneaked in here after asking me for a nude in the middle of dinner. That's when I discovered the man who was buying all my Onlyfans content was you. You terrified me, back then... And here you are, three months later, pounding my pussy to its breaking point..."
Recalling this scene seemed to be the thing he needed to pass over the edge. Mr. Grayson slammed into her tight cunt with all your might a few more times, then he exploded, and the cute redhead felt powerful jets of semen fill her insides. Her inner muscles clenched greedily to milk his throbbing cock for every drop as her own climax crashes through her.
She screamed in ecstasy as he filled her to the brim, but the older man removed himself from her and pushed her on her knees so finish on her face. It was quite demeaning, but after he made her orgasm four times, that's the least she could do... Hence, Samantha made sure to take his salty load on her face and to lick his dick clean.
"Shit, I nearly forgot how this all started," Mr. Grayson panted. "I knew you had potential back then, Samantha, but you turned out to be a thousand times better than I hoped. When Mark introduced me to his cute girlfriend who was secretly my favorite camgirl, I didn't expect for her to be drinking my cum like a thirsty whore so soon afterward..."
"It took a bit of convincing," she smiled, while licking his wet glans. "A bit of taming too..."
"Yeah, but it sounds like you're perfectly tamed now."
"I am, Daddy... ❤︎"
***
Sadly, all good things must come to an end. After washing — for a second time, since Mr. Grayson interrupted her and soiled her all over! — Samantha pampered herself a little in front the mirror. Her bag was ready, all she needed now was to dress. In the reflection, she noticed the older man checking her out.
"Still ogling at me, huh?" the red-haired girl asked, playfully. "I know you're going to miss that ass, Daddy."
"Even after everything I did to it throughout those two days... Yes, I will. Immensely," Mr. Grayson replied, with a genuine smile.
He went behind her and gave a little slap to her butt, which made them both smile. Then, he took his coat and went to leave the room.
"I'm going to start the car, don't be too long," he said, at the door. "I'll drop you off at your place, I need to tidy things up before Debbie gets back."
"Of course, I'll be quick."
When he left the room, Samantha thought she was thankful she didn't have to take care of any chores around the house. The two of them boinked pretty much everywhere, on every piece of furniture, so it was going to take a long time to scrub and wipe everything; and she definitely didn't come here this weekend to play maid.
Come to think of it, Mr. Grayson was better at handling and cleaning his own home than his son was. Mark always left dirty clothes hanging around his apartment. A strangely good point from having an affair with an older was the fact he knew how to keep his house in order.
Perhaps almost too much, Samantha thought, while dressing up. Once Mr. Grayson would've cleaned everything, there would be no trace left of everything they did during those two days. It was going to be like nothing happened. His wife Debbie would come back to her house, completely oblivious to her husband's adulterous behavior. They'd catch up after this weekend spent separated, and she might even congratulate him for cleaning everything and doing all the laundry in her absence. Thinking of that strangely... irked her.
Then, a weird idea occurred to Samantha. Despite the fact she just put them on, she decided to lower her panties. Once she had them in her hand, she left them in the bedside table's drawer. The one she knew belonged to Debbie...
The 20-year-old girl wasn't sure why she was doing this. Was it out of honesty? Out of jealousy? Out of fun? She couldn't say, but that was the last thing she did inside the Grayson's household before leaving.
***
On the drive back, Mr. Grayson's eyes kept wandering to her legs, the soft curve of her thighs kept drawing him in like magnets. As he pulled into the driveway in front of her apartment building, his hand drifted to her leg, caressing it and sliding up slowly. When it reached to graze her panties, Samantha flinched in surprise. She didn't want him to find out she was going around commando! That might rise a few questions she didn't want to answer.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked, blushing a little.
"You look too damn good, Samantha. Your body’s irresistible."
"We're in front of my home, people might see..."
"I don't care. I want you to show me your tits. It’s late, no one’s gonna see, and I know you want this as much as I do."
Her breath hitched as his large, commanding hand moved to her chest. His fingers teased the outline of her nipples through her light sundress. The young redhead looked at him, eyes burning with lust, her body betraying the weak protest forming on her lips. She hesitated for a second, eyes darting around as if someone might appear out of nowhere to catch them in the act. But her resistance soon crumbled under the weight of his needy stare and the heat coursing through her body. She nodded slowly, with barely a whisper of reluctance left. She shakily reached up to pull her dress down and finally revealed her breasts.
Her nipples were already hard, and she couldn’t help but bite her lip as his hand reached out to caress them.
"Like what you see, Daddy?" she asked, her breath warm in the scarce space they were sharing.
"Of course I am, this is surely the 8th Wonder of the World," he replied. "I remember the last time we took the car together, you asked if I was a serial killer and I had to pretend to blackmail you for you to flash me your tits. Times sure have changed."
"They sure have," Samantha smiled, shivering when feeling his rough touch on her soft skin. "It was a bit naughty how you scared me back then, but I prefer things how they are now. More consenting."
"So do I. It's nice to see how eager and willing you are to get fondled around, doll."
Samantha moaned quietly. This setting was so intimate, they were hidden in plain sight, basking in the dim light of the car. Mr. Grayson's play sent a surge of heat straight to her crotch.
Then, the older man did something she didn't expect. In an instant, his lips were on hers, kissing her fiercely. Samantha eyes snapped open, wide and startled, but she instinctively reciprocated while his rough hands roamed on her body. She even whimpered into his mouth when she felt him squeeze her ass.
Mr. Grayson was a great kisser, but that didn't come as a surprise considering how skilled he was when titillating her pussy. The taste of his lips on her mouth was delicious, but it also felt... off. Weird. Undeserved.
It's only then that Samantha realized they hadn't kissed once throughout the whole weekend, or even before that. And... of course they hadn't, because it wasn't what all of this was about, right? Her relationship with this much older man was about sex and desire, about depravity and breaking a taboo. Certainly not about something as fickle and trivial as romance.
However, she was unable to stop herself from kissing him over and over. It's like she wanted to be devour by him again, exactly the way he did during the weekend. Mr. Grayson was a voracious wolf alright, she had that figured out, but she was certainly not lacking hunger either.
Such a wild, fervid hunger... Something almost unquenchable...
When they finally broke off their embrace, Samantha adjusted her dress bashfully, flushed from the intensity of the moment. A strange tension hung between them, thick and electric. They knew full well that both of their bodies would've wanted to go further, even right there in the middle of the driveway. But the hour was late, and Mr. Grayson needed to go back to his house, to his life, to his wife.
Samantha's breathing slowly returned to normal as she stepped out of the car, and the older man lowered the window to speak to her.
"Thank you for answering my invitation, doll," he said, with the same poised expression he often had. "I spent a wonderful weekend in your company. I'll call you again soon."
"Sure..." the young redhead simply replied.
He drove off, and Samantha headed inside her building. When the elevator's doors closed on her, she had a deep tired sigh. She knew the older man didn't say that lightly, she had proof this weekend that he wasn't exactly a "one-night stand" kind of guy. He would text her again soon, things weren't over between them, not by a long shot. However, the 20-year-old girl made a promise to herself before going to his house, and time had come to be true to her word.
She took her phone from her bag and wrote a message, feeling strangely hollow inside while watching each word appear on the screen.
"It's time for us to stop this, Mr. Grayson," she sent him. "It's not fair to your wife, and it's not fair to Mark. We can't keep going behind their backs like this, and this 'thing' we're sharing leads nowhere. I'm asking you, please don't contact me again. I know you won't try to fake blackmail me again, we're both past that point. It's simply time for us to part ways and to go on living our separate lives. Goodbye."
The 20-year-old girl knew this was the right decision. It didn't completely feel like it right now, but deep down, she was convinced it was for the best. She almost put her phone back inside her bag but, after hesitating for a second, she added a final message:
"Thanks again for everything, Daddy. ❤️ I had a blast this weekend."
Then, Samantha deleted all of her online conversations with Mr. Grayson. She blocked his account on Onlyfans, his number on her phone, or on any other possible platform he might try to use to reach out to her. She severed all ties, just like she promised herself she would. When she walked back into her apartment, she could hold her head high. She listened to her lust for too long, now was time for her to listen to logic.
And... Yup, that was it. That was the End.
Samantha would never see Mr. Grayson ever again. See you in the Afterlife!