Alanah Queen of Hearts – Chap 2 by Zedda
DISCLAIMER: This series will contain heavy themes of cuckoldry and cheating.
Tim was not a stranger to having women push him up against the walls of their apartments or homes, hungrily clawing at his clothes and nibbling on his bottom lip to urge him to get as horny as they were. It always worked, sometimes it would be he who would pull and tear at a skimpy dress, or remove a bra from under their tight tops. He usually hid his eagerness to please his pull, letting his actions speak for him. That night was no different for Tim; except for the fact that the woman whom he managed to seduce back to her place was a woman he recognised.
The once Mrs. Mendoza, now returning to her maiden’s name Miss. Reid, had been his college professor. A tall, Asian beauty, with pouty fat lips and a body to kill for. Her bright blue eyes gleamed in the dim light of her new single roomed flat, and could not contain the lust she had for her once star pupil. With the heel of her black stiletto pushing against her front door she slammed it shut, giggling as Tim kissed her, and held her thin waist through the deep blue silk of her tight bodycon dress.
Their lusty sounds broke the harsh silence of the sad little place. Moaning of the late thirties beauty who barely looked out of her twenties ringed true to his senses; and the smell of her floral perfume sent shivers up his spine, and hairs across his arms to stand on end. Her lips were untameable, rubbing and pressing against his, getting prickled by the hairs of his beard over her soft skin. It had been a long time since she had a wild hook up such as this, the recent line of brighter skin over her ring finger proved it to Tim. The fact that it was a chance encounter with a student of hers made the night even more euphotic for her. Her, and the horse hung stallion who explored her body as much as he desired to years ago, when he saw her lecturing in skimpy business dresses and tight tops with no bra’s.
She yelped in surprise with her tongue deep into his mouth when Tim gave her ass a sneaky squeeze, it was just as thick and soft as he imagined it being five years ago. The smooth skinned teacher pulled back and shot him a lust driven accusing look. “Someone’s been holding that in for too long…” She said, flicking her thick auburn hair back over her shoulder which glowed a deep red in the small light of a nearby lamp. Tim grinned and sucked on the glossy nude lipstick she rubbed on his lips. She arched forward, pushing her swelled ass backward into his hand as her DD bust pushed up into an alluring cleavage into his chest. “Do it again Timothy. Consider it a prize for being such a good boy when you took my classes.” Giggling she rolled her hips, urging him to fondle her harder.
The young man took the bait, squeezing and pulling at her thick and firm ass under her skin-tight clothing rubbing over his fingertips. He moaned hoarsely once he felt her lips suckle and nibble at his neck, lapping up his manly cologne with the tip of her soaked tongue. She started giving him deep red love bites that he would have to hide from those he was close to; he hated the endless questions from his jealous male, and curious female friends of what kind of slut he slept with the night before. How old where they? Did they have a nice body like they always do? Is she that girl you used to date with the silky ginger hair?
He shut his eyes tight, and grinded his teeth, again he had to think about her. Here, with every student’s fantasy standing before him willing to do anything for a night of pleasure. He could smell the citrus shampoo of his former girlfriend, could see the white leggings and lingerie and dresses she would wear that contrasted her perfectly silky ass length hair, those beautiful clothes that always seemed to glow even in the deepest of nights. Miss. Reid clearly sensed his distractions, and pulled back with a wet pop from the left side of his neck. She licked the saliva from her plump lower lip and studied him. “What’s wrong Timothy? Is my game rusty?”
“Not at all, you’re too sexy to handle…” He replied, staring into her eyes that made her linger on him with that expression that clamoured for him to be on top of her.
“Maybe in my age I just can’t get a virile young man to get his trousers off…Or was that rumour that buzzed around class of you preferring older women just a lie the girls in class told themselves. You know? To cope with the fact that you had no time for them?” She pulled him in with her alluring voice, smooth as velvet, and with a sexy croak that he wanted to hear cry his name as he pushed his penis deep into her hole. Her pointed fingernails shaded with a glossy hue lightly scraped down the bristles of his bearded cheeks, then down his red spotted neck to the buttons of his shirt. “Was that a lie Timothy?”
“I like a woman who knows what she’s doing, not some girl who sits back and doesn’t participate.” He felt his deep maroon shirt loosen, buttons slithering out of their holes one by one, revealing his body to the smooth skinned woman. “And you certainly know how to get a man to lose control.” He raised a brow at her, and saw how her lusty dimpled grin widened into a bashful one. She made it down to his last button, running her hands over his waist and moving forward to tantalisingly brush her lips on his.
“Then why don’t you show me how you lose control honey?” Tim could feel her hot breaths slither into his mouth, lips lathered with gloss. He pulled her in for another kiss, this time with a rough push of his body onto hers. Miss. Reid grinned despite his tongue punching the back of her throat. Tim reached for the low-cut hem of her tight dress and pulled it up over the swell of her ass, almost snapping over her wide hips to expose the elastic black thong which her firm cheeks swallowed. As he ran his greedy hands over her booty, he felt the goosebumps cover the large canvas, his former professor seemed to vibrate at his touch; especially when he grasped the waistband of her whorish underwear and pulled it roughly upward. She lurched forward, lips sliding off his as her pretty eyes widened with surprise.
A gasp escaped her, followed by a held back moan that she desperately tried to hold back, in the end it was a futile effort; such a thing was not something she would have accepted from her ex-husband, or even the heavily muscled gym freaks who she fooled around with during her divorce. Yet as she felt her pussy drool for Timothy more and more, the better his actions felt. She tried to compose herself, flicking her hair back off her pretty face once more, albeit with a submissive twist to her pouting lips and hungry eyes. Suddenly her hands forcefully dipped down to his belt buckle, with strong hands wrapping around her wrists. Instinctively she pulled the strip of his brown leather belt out from one of the loops of his jeans, tugging at it to pull the hook from the hole it was pushed through. She couldn’t help but feel like she was unwrapping a present. If only she knew the size of it. She could not gauge its size, whatever underwear he wore covered it far too well to her annoyance.