I talk
dirty to you, will you?”
“Not in the slightest. Now why
don't you lie down on my kitchen table. I think that'll put you at
about the right height for me.”
“Now you're talking Jacob. Give
me a moment here.”
Jacob walked over and cleared the
chairs away from the table. Greta hopped onto it and scooted back so
her butt was just barely on the edge. She spread her legs and tried
to catch Jacob with them. He caught her ankles instead and pushed her
knees up as he stepped up to the table.
“You still wet?” he asked.
She nodded breathlessly.
Jacob plunged his cock into her pussy
several times to lubricate it, then he drew out and repositioned
himself. He slid his cock forward, slowly pushing it into her ass.
Greta gasped and tightened down on him.
“You want me to stop?” he
said.
“Hell no boy, I want you to pound
my ass. Take what pleasure you can from this carcass of mine because
I'm certainly going to.”
Jacob pushed harder, forcing more of
his cock into her tight ass. Then he drew back and started thrusting.
She muttered under her breath as he
pumped his cock in and out her. He only made out a little of what she
was saying:
“Oh yeah, fuck my ass...”
“Oh, I must be such a slut to
love this so...”
“Harder, deeper!”
Jacob took his cue and thrust into her
as hard as he could. He was sure she should be in pain, maybe even
tearing open, but she seemed to enjoy every thrust more than the
last. As she kept muttering, he decided that she might want him to
talk dirty back to her.
“So, do you like having my cock
in your ass?” he said.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh...” she
panted.
“You're a slut, is that right?”
She squealed for a moment before
answering.
“Yes!”
“You're my slut, aren't you? My
own little sentient sex doll who will let me do whatever I want.”
Greta screamed her pleasure to the
world.
“Oh yes, yours and Kelly's but
she sent me to you, so I must be yours.”
He pressed a finger to her clit firmly,
then began moving it in circles.
“Then cum for me my slut. I want
to feel your tight ass convulse around my cock.”
Greta screamed again. Her back arched
up off the table and Jacob felt her cumming. Her ass clamped down on
his cock hard, but he managed to thrust once, twice, three more times
before he buried it in her as deep as he could and started cumming
himself.
I need to sit down before I fall down, he
thought when he finished.
He slid himself out of Greta's
ass and backed away a step. Greta started to slide, bonelessly, off
the table so he dropped to
his knees to catch her before she hit the ground. The two of them
ended up in a tangled mess on
the floor.
Damn, I always thought fucking someone senseless was just a
figure of speech, Jacob thought.
After waiting a minute for his own
sense of balance to stabilize, he picked her up and laid her down on
the couch. He lifted her head and slid in beneath her, putting her
head in his lap. His hand slid down to her nipples and idly played
with them as he tried to reconcile this young redhead with his
crotchety old landlady. He found the idea inconceivable and wondered
if Kelly were playing a trick on him.
With his body tired and his brain
overloaded, Jacob dozed off with Greta's head still in his lap.
* * *
Jacob startled awake when the door
opened. When he tried to stand he found that Greta was still asleep.
She was snoring, softly, and had turned on her side. Her face was now
buried against his stomach.
Kelly walked into the apartment. She
looked tired but excited. When she saw Jacob, she smiled. The sight
of Greta in his lap made the smile grow wider.
“Looks like my distraction
worked. I thought you might like a girl who took charge of things and
Mrs. Shaw seemed to fit the bill.”
“This is really her?” Jacob
asked. “I just can't believe that this hot and horny girl is
really my landlady.”
“It's her. I showed her a few
tricks so she could change her body more quickly. Normally being
dirty to you, will you?”
“Not in the slightest. Now why
don't you lie down on my kitchen table. I think that'll put you at
about the right height for me.”
“Now you're talking Jacob. Give
me a moment here.”
Jacob walked over and cleared the
chairs away from the table. Greta hopped onto it and scooted back so
her butt was just barely on the edge. She spread her legs and tried
to catch Jacob with them. He caught her ankles instead and pushed her
knees up as he stepped up to the table.
“You still wet?” he asked.
She nodded breathlessly.
Jacob plunged his cock into her pussy
several times to lubricate it, then he drew out and repositioned
himself. He slid his cock forward, slowly pushing it into her ass.
Greta gasped and tightened down on him.
“You want me to stop?” he
said.
“Hell no boy, I want you to pound
my ass. Take what pleasure you can from this carcass of mine because
I'm certainly going to.”
Jacob pushed harder, forcing more of
his cock into her tight ass. Then he drew back and started thrusting.
She muttered under her breath as he
pumped his cock in and out her. He only made out a little of what she
was saying:
“Oh yeah, fuck my ass...”
“Oh, I must be such a slut to
love this so...”
“Harder, deeper!”
Jacob took his cue and thrust into her
as hard as he could. He was sure she should be in pain, maybe even
tearing open, but she seemed to enjoy every thrust more than the
last. As she kept muttering, he decided that she might want him to
talk dirty back to her.
“So, do you like having my cock
in your ass?” he said.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh...” she
panted.
“You're a slut, is that right?”
She squealed for a moment before
answering.
“Yes!”
“You're my slut, aren't you? My
own little sentient sex doll who will let me do whatever I want.”
Greta screamed her pleasure to the
world.
“Oh yes, yours and Kelly's but
she sent me to you, so I must be yours.”
He pressed a finger to her clit firmly,
then began moving it in circles.
“Then cum for me my slut. I want
to feel your tight ass convulse around my cock.”
Greta screamed again. Her back arched
up off the table and Jacob felt her cumming. Her ass clamped down on
his cock hard, but he managed to thrust once, twice, three more times
before he buried it in her as deep as he could and started cumming
himself.
I need to sit down before I fall down, he
thought when he finished.
He slid himself out of Greta's
ass and backed away a step. Greta started to slide, bonelessly, off
the table so he dropped to
his knees to catch her before she hit the ground. The two of them
ended up in a tangled mess on
the floor.
Damn, I always thought fucking someone senseless was just a
figure of speech, Jacob thought.
After waiting a minute for his own
sense of balance to stabilize, he picked her up and laid her down on
the couch. He lifted her head and slid in beneath her, putting her
head in his lap. His hand slid down to her nipples and idly played
with them as he tried to reconcile this young redhead with his
crotchety old landlady. He found the idea inconceivable and wondered
if Kelly were playing a trick on him.
With his body tired and his brain
overloaded, Jacob dozed off with Greta's head still in his lap.
* * *
Jacob startled awake when the door
opened. When he tried to stand he found that Greta was still asleep.
She was snoring, softly, and had turned on her side. Her face was now
buried against his stomach.
Kelly walked into the apartment. She
looked tired but excited. When she saw Jacob, she smiled. The sight
of Greta in his lap made the smile grow wider.
“Looks like my distraction
worked. I thought you might like a girl who took charge of things and
Mrs. Shaw seemed to fit the bill.”
“This is really her?” Jacob
asked. “I just can't believe that this hot and horny girl is
really my landlady.”
“It's her. I showed her a few
tricks so she could change her body more quickly. Normally being
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