Let's call it...Laura's Diary

So I've decided I'll post fairly regularly. May as well keep it all in one thread henceforth, eh? Since it'll all be stories of truth; 'Laura's Diary' it is.

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“Thank you, Mrs. Stevens,” I said, smiling politely at the woman in front of me. Three years together and I was still calling her ‘Mrs. Stevens.’

Judging by the kindly smile on her face, I doubted that she would expect the thoughts running through my mind. I’m sure that she thought I was a nice girl, but alas, no. I was dreaming of having her son’s cock pounding inside me, bashing my cervix and making me ooze. I also doubted that she knew that while she had been talking to her son the night before, rabbiting on about inane things that he could barely pay attention to, I had been sat on his lap, bouncing on that nice, hard cock.

I love doing that. He doesn’t have to be talking to his mother; it could be anyone. I remember once getting on my knees and giving him head while he spoke as conservatively as he could to his business partner. As soon as he’d said “can you hold a moment?” and unleashed his hot load onto my tongue, I backed off and started rubbing myself. It wasn’t long before his cock was sticking right up for me again.

Ahh, that man is such an ego boost! I love it! Last night was something special, though. I took a bite out of the sandwich Mrs. Stevens had given me and nodded along with whatever she was saying, completely unaware and lost in my own thoughts.

His tongue had been working on me when the ‘phone rang. I was on my hands and knees, panting as his tongue teased me deliciously. It swirled around my clit, flicking hard over it time and time again, making me shudder. Two fingers repeatedly slipped inside my slippery hole, rubbing hard against my fleshy g-spot.

I was so excited, so close to coming, and so annoyed when the ‘phone started to ring. There is only one thing that puts him off sex, as far as I have discovered, and that’s thoughts of his mother. Unsurprisingly, you might say. I don’t think he heard it at first, because he continued his merciless but delectable torture. As soon as he recognised her ring tone, I felt him hesitate, and I sighed. He drew his fingers out of me, slapped my arse nice and hard in apology and went over to answer it.

Feeling particularly belligerent, I sat down on my bottom and faced him, my legs wide open to give him a good view. I saw him sit down at his desk and try to avert his eyes as he spoke to her. A valiant effort, of course, and he almost succeeded. When I began to moan and tossed my head backwards after a few moments of hard pressure on my swollen and hot clit, I felt his eyes on me. They raked over my body, wandering from my soaking cunt to my hard and pointed nipples. I knew he loved to look at them; he loved the deliciously dusky pink.

Just for him, I nipped them. I let my hand wander lazily all over my body, rubbing my tits, rubbing my thighs, behind my knees. I was so horny, knowing that he was watching me and could do nothing about it. My skin was hot and smooth and my touch was electric. While my right hand worked my clit, my left teased the rest of me.

The pressure worked up amazingly quickly. I hadn’t realised that I was such an exhibitionist, but without even looking at him, I knew that his eyes were full of lust. I could hear his want for me in his voice, even if his mother couldn’t. God, I felt good. I heard him shifting in his seat, and knew that his hand was in his pants. I couldn’t resist smiling as I let my hand drop lower and I pushed my middle finger into my pussy.

My smile transformed into a grin as he stood up from his chair and came and sat beside me on the bed. He pushed my legs open wider and leaned in closer for a better view. I’d never showed off for him quite like this before, and god, what a thrill. I could hear his mother’s voice saying something indistinguishable in the distance, and I knew Jack was paying as little attention to it as I was.

I looked at him then, and saw his hand wrapped around his cock, moving up and down slowly. A smile of triumph crossed my face then, and I knew that before this conversation was over, I could convince him never to interrupt my pleasure for her ever again. I grabbed his shoulders and lowered him down onto his back slowly.

Pulling his boxers down and off his legs, I climbed on top of him and positioned myself carefully. With one hand, I guided his long cock into me, sighing as he filled me. I licked my lips as I leaned forwards, pressing my hands against his shoulders to keep him down, letting my tits bounce in his face as I moved. Oh, his face! What a treat! He seemed torn between closing his eyes to try to keep his focus on his conversation and ogling me. As soon as I reached behind me and grabbed his balls, I knew I’d won.

“I can smell my dinner burning, Mum,” he said. “I have to go.”

I laughed as he snapped his ‘phone shut. “You’re gonna get it for that, Laura,” he said, grabbing my arse hard and pulling me down onto his cock. He sat up and clamped his teeth onto my nipple, nipping me lightly. He thrust his hips up and slammed into me. I ought to have been screaming in delight, but I was in far too good of a mood. His good, hard fucking evoked a fit of throaty giggles from me, and although I knew I was frustrating him, I couldn’t stop.

His hands lifted my arse up, and he pushed me off him. Turning me onto my belly and bending me over the edge of the bed, he spread my arse cheeks and looked at the inviting view. “Laugh at this,” he said, and dragged his tongue from one cheek to the other, teasing my hole as he went.

My giggles stopped, funnily enough, only to be replaced by a tortured moan. He focused his tongue on my arsehole, wetting it nicely. In it flicked, time and time again, until words had lost all meaning for me and all I knew was that I wanted his cock in me and I wanted it now.

He must have sensed that because he kneeled behind me. He held the throbbing head of his dick against me. He waited for me to push myself back onto him as always, and then slammed my hips forwards hard as he shoved it in deep. A few moments of searing but oh-so-good pain was quickly replaced by a deep and urgent need to scream my delight. Which I did. Loudly.

Somewhere in the background, I heard Jack laughing gently, thinking that he’d been victorious in making me submit. He was probably right, he probably was victorious. At that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was fucking good and hard, no holding back. His hands crept up my back, tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck. He gave it a good tug, and held it taut as he shagged me. I pushed a hand between me and the bed, not caring in the slightest that I pounded against it and bruised it every time he banged his dick up my arse.

I rubbed my clit hard, and felt myself get hotter. I knew it was coming, and I told him so. He pulled my hair harder and slapped my arse as I tensed it around him, screaming as I came. Just as I was finishing, I felt him flick his hips into me as the first surge squirted into me. I gave a little moan and concentrated on the hot gush of liquid that filled me.

“I win,” he said as he drew his dick out of my tight hole. I turned around and smirked at him, licking my fingers.
It’s not every day a woman finds out she’ll always win out over her mother-in-law. I won. I wasn’t going to tell him that, though.

“Of course,” I said as Mrs. Stevens elicited a promise from me to return soon for another visit. “I’d love to.”

Maybe next time I visit her I’ll be able to concentrate. I can only hope not. I’m as wet as October, as Pullo would say, and I can see in Jack’s eyes that he knows it. It’s gonna be a fun journey home.