5. Mason
Chapter 5
Mason
I strained my neck to watch Poppy hurry to the staircase. Her juicy ass swayed with each step, and I licked my lips. God, I would have loved to bury my face between those luscious ass cheeks. Then, my cock. When Poppy was out of sight, I made quick work of cleaning up the dinner mess. But even without her in the room, my mind lingered on her. I’d always wanted Poppy. She was all curves, with her soft belly, thick thighs, and large breasts. I just knew I’d get the perfect handful, no matter how I took her.
And fuck, I wanted to take her in every way.
She didn’t visit us very often these days, but every time she did, I felt like I was going to go crazy with desire. I would spend every morning in the shower, masturbating. She was at our house for almost a week during Christmas last year, and I thought I was going to rub myself raw during that time.
She was a walking temptation, and completely forbidden. If I were honest with myself, that fact just made me want her even more.
As I finished up the dishes, I thought about Janie. My wife knew the real reason I was here, to attend a kink camp, and she’d given me a hall pass for the week. Our marriage was on the rocks, nothing in particular had us wedging away from one another, just time and both of us realizing we probably jumped into marriage for all the wrong reasons. Even with all of our issues she gave me the green light to fuck other people while I was in Colorado because she didn’t enjoy my kinks. It was a weak spot in our marriage, and most likely the nail in the coffin as to why we were planning on getting a divorce.
But there was no way she’d be okay with me fucking her daughter.
Still, I wasn’t sure how I could resist if I was stuck in this cabin with her for days. The cabin was small, and my wife wasn’t around. Looking out the window, it was pretty damn clear to me I wouldn’t be going to the kink camp this week.
Mother nature could be a real bitch.
Once I finished with the dishes, I turned off all the lights downstairs and headed to my room on the second floor. The sound of the rain pattering against the roof was steady and comforting as I got ready to sleep and settled into bed.
I always slept naked, and it was warm in the room, so I pulled back the comforter and lay down uncovered. I wasn’t quite tired yet, so I lay in the darkness, looking up at the shadows moving across the ceiling.
My mind drifted back to Poppy. She was in the next room, and I knew from the last time she stayed with us she liked to sleep in tiny shirts that barely covered her ass, and tank tops with no bra. Watching her strut around the house in those always made me crazy.
My cock was just starting to stir when I heard the unmistakable sound of a man moaning. I raised my head and listened intently, trying to hear over the constant sound of falling rain. There was another moan a moment later, a sound of pleasure undoubtedly coming from Joey.
I didn’t hear anything from Poppy, and I wondered what exactly was going on in there. Was Poppy stroking his cock? Was she naked? Using that tempting mouth of hers on him?
“Oh, fuck, babe,” Joey said, his voice easily coming through the thin walls. “That’s right. Swallow my cock.”
Ah. So, she was giving him a blowjob. I smirked as I rested my head against the pillow again and let a fantasy play out in my mind. As much as I couldn’t stand her shit stain of a boyfriend, I liked imagining her mouth stuffed full of cock. She had Cupid’s bow lips that were a natural shade of pink, and I wanted to see them stretched around a cock so much I ached.
Fisting my erection, I stroked myself slowly.
Then, Joey moaned again, and I couldn’t help thinking about how much he did not deserve to receive any pleasure from her. Cheating aside, I’d always seen evidence he was a selfish prick who never appreciated her.
As things progressed in their room, the blowjob shifted to sex, and I couldn’t help but notice Poppy wasn’t nearly as vocal as Joey. The asshole clearly wasn’t doing much for her. Typical selfish man who didn’t understand just how much satisfying a woman properly could increase his own pleasure.
If Poppy were in my bed, I’d take my time with her, making her come on my fingers and tongue. I’d force her to beg for my cock and be rewarded with her delicious moans of pleasure.
There was nothing as hot as the sounds a well-pleasured woman could make.
My hand moved faster, sending bolts of pleasure spearing through my body as I closed my eyes, imagining every dirty thing I wanted to do to her. I wanted to see her soft skin turned red from a flogger, her eyes water from choking on my cock, her skin flushed with pleasure.
All of these images flashed in my mind, and my body twisted in the sheets as my stomach tightened. I remembered the way she felt in my arms earlier, all of her plush curves pressed against me, and my orgasm crested. I bit my lip through a moan as my release coated my stomach.
Around that time, I heard a final muffled moan from Joey, and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. He didn’t exactly take his time, and there was no way Poppy came.
Getting out of bed, I used tissues to wipe my myself clean. Tossing them into the trash can in the corner of the room, I couldn’t stop thinking about how unsatisfied Poppy had to be right now. I had the strong urge to march over to her room, slam the door open, and show her exactly how a man was supposed to treat her.
Instead, I pulled my suitcase out of the closet and put it on the bed. I’d unpacked my clothes and put them into the dresser earlier, but the rest of the things I brought, toys I hoped to use at the kink camp, were still in the suitcase, sadly unlikely to be used.
Or would they?
The idea of seeing Poppy take one of my larger dildos was a hell of a fantasy, but I had to take steps if I was going to make anything happen with her.
It was wrong, and I knew it. But after what I just heard, I needed a taste of her. She deserved better, and I could give it to her.
Digging around in the suitcase, I found a small black satchel in the bottom. Opening it, I pulled out a sedative I brought along because of my interest in somnophilia. I always enjoyed fucking someone while they were unconscious. But this time, I had a better idea in mind of what to do with it.
A wicked smile curved my lips as I made a plan. I’d put it into action tomorrow.