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The saga continues, thanks again for all the comments and messages, this has been a fun story to tell. To read the other chapters, [Head to this link]( enjoy!

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“Took me long enough huh?” Carrie smiled intensely after what was one of the craziest things she had ever done to be with a man, “I figured breaking and entering was something that needed to be planned out a little.”

Marc laughed, “So you planned this, even though you can’t really break into something when you have the key?”

She began to approach him, “When you just left me there last night,” now wanting to join his prone body in the bed, “all I wanted to do was get you alone.”

“So,” he looked down between her legs, “were you good, or did you take care of things without me?”

Carrie’s voice changed to a more seductive and desperate tone, “It took everything I had in me, to not do it, but I was so, so good for you. I couldn’t sleep, but the last time was when you had your mouth between my legs.”

She tried to get to him, but was stopped by his hand up. Marc leaned over to the nightstand and turned on the light and flipped off the alarm clock, “I want to see you, all of you, lights on.”

There it was again, the insatiable fire building up inside her. After years of bedroom activities accompanied by darkness over the years, just the way he spoke those words made her feel like a goddess. If he wanted to see her, well then, she was gonna give him a good show.

Carrie took a step back away from the bed, her slender body now in full view. Running her hands over the soft lace she grabbed her chest, pushing them together before going up to her head, taking all her hair in both hands and pulling it up, exposing her neck to the side. With an erotic precision, she swayed her hips side to side, eventually turned around, giving him a new view of her backside. Carrie looked back at him, letting the hair fall down her back and pointed her ass at him.

Marc was certainly enjoying the view, her legs so toned and firm were calling out to him. The way the heels made her ass lift was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Surely, he had seen those cheeks in bathing suits and shorts, but there was something more intimate about seeing her in her lingerie. She bent over, sending her hands down the front of her legs, revealing the little hole in the fabric between her legs. Carrie reached back to grab her cheeks, separating them to give a full view of her naughtiest of places, “Like what you see Marc, you’re not going to make me stop again are you?”

She heard him start to shift in the bed and stand up. He stepped over to her and spun her body around. Carrie watched as his giant hands explored her body over the lingerie, slipping underneath the softness to grab her chest, before pulling her in for a kiss. They skipped over the initial gentle embrace, immediately filling each other’s mouths with passion, one tongue greedier than the next. They both stepped back up to the bed, stopping when Marc’s legs hit the edge.

After a firm grab of her ass that made her wince a little, he moved her body gently down to the bed. Marc leaned over, kissing her repeatedly, she could feel his hardness pressing into her before his lips traveled down her exposed skin, making circles around her belly button with his tongue. Carrie watched from below as he took in her body with his eyes, she was still so achy from his denial the night before.

On top of his bed, Carrie looked as if she could be on the cover of one of those adult catalogs like Frederick’s of Hollywood. Her dark hair flowed wildly, the sheer silkiness of her skin begged for his touch, and the look in her eyes was filled with an unrelenting desire for him.

Marc took both of his hands, squeezing down her right thigh, then over her knee and calf until he placed her heel covered foot on his chest. It was as if she knew by the set and nails that Marc had a thing for red, unsure if he ever had mentioned that to her. Looking into her eyes, he unstrapped the clasp, pulled the band out, tossing the shoe across the room after removing it from her foot. Carrie ran her bare foot over the hair in the center of his chest, her skin was cool and soft. He took the initiative and kissed the side of her foot, finally licking her from heel to toe. Marc repeated the same motions with her left leg, finishing with another long and slow lick before ticking the bottom of her foot with his tongue. Unable to explain it, but she probably could cum if he kept that up.

Moving her freshly painted feet down, he joined them together around his dick and glided against the wrinkles in her feet. He wondered about all of her perfection, how could every inch of this body be so flawless, so feminine and delicate. Carrie felt that he was just as hard now as when her mouth was on him five minutes ago, she struggled to keep her eyelids from shutting, it was as if he was going down an imaginary checklist to drive her insane.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her tight body right to the edge of his bed. After pushing her legs high, Marc held them with one hand behind her knees and lowered his face to her crotch. Carrie’s pussy was already getting wet. Marc repositioned the lace at the opening, getting her lips to escape the grasp of the small red seams in preparation for his mouth. He licked her for the second time in as many days. She flew her hands to the back of his head and pulled him in hard, grinding into his face. She felt and tasted great in his mouth, he could have stayed in that spot all morning.

Marc pushed away from her pussy and stood up straight, licking his lips, “I just needed to taste you again,” beginning to stroke himself above her. He had a completely new look in his eyes, a primal animalistic display that clearly indicated what was about to happen to her.

In her handful of sexual partners, once a decision to be intimate was made, there were at all times those certain events that caused incredible excitement and anxiety. All these thoughts began to rush her brain like a tidal wave. Kissing someone that is attractive is typically the first one of these incidents. Hopefully, the way a man kisses is a true indication of how he can handle himself in other factors. Marc was a great kisser, she was not disappointed in that department by any means. Then comes some groping and wandering hands, but that is just an intermediary to other things as the clothes come off.

She wondered back to the cabin, coming out of the shower and dropping her towel in the hallway. It was both exciting and nerve wracking at the same time. But Carrie knew right away by the way Marc looked at her, that he loved what he saw. However, they did not distribute that first feeling of ripping each other’s clothes off together, seeing each other’s naked body up close for the first time to explore around for nipples and bare skin like most situations. Next she wondered back to the dock and the way Marc was intently reading her body cues as he fingered her, gentle inside and out but just the right amount of firmness to get off. She could remember every time a guy would just ram his hands into her, not truly knowing what buttons to push, finally conceding to the fact of an orgasm-less encounter.

Of course, she knew he was a magician with his mouth. Knowing where to put some pressure, the right spots to lick, how to keep increasing the speed, and most importantly, how to keep that train rolling to cum town. But she had all those in many of her partners, but when it came time for sex, she certainly had some duds. Being so tiny, size truly didn’t matter to Carrie, but Marc’s was something completely different from what she was used to letting inside. Having that perfect ratio of nice length and supreme girth, she knew he was gonna fit inside her like a glove with some room to spare. Other partners were either too gentle, certainly some didn’t last long enough for her to even get wet, and some were just mediocre. If she was gonna let another man enter her most sacred of places and break her vows after a decade, he better be next fucking level.

Marc was now looking between her legs, “I don’t have a condom,” he explained.

Without a word she looked up at him, Carrie simply raised up her legs, holding them up behind her knees, then broke eye contact with Marc as she spread open, looking down at her pussy. With a few final strokes, he stepped closer to her, attempting to get into position. She kept staring down, needing to see that first pop inside her, feeling that initial push, that first time. Carrie and Marc’s parts did not line up quite perfectly, he grabbed his pillow and put it under her hips, aligning his cock for entry.

Marc began by running his head over her clit, the first time their parts touched, he was right there and she was more than eager to take him. Her eyes were locked down on him like a hawk stalking its prey, already unable to control the tiny jolts coursing through her body. Marc kept going, sliding his shaft up and down her clit and lips to her subtle moans.

Many say that sex is all between the ears, that if a man knows how to use it, then things will be great. He was certainly in her head, now all he needed to do was top it all off with sliding it in and giving her a great fuck. Carrie watched as he gripped the base of his shaft with intensity, not letting any of his hardening blood escape, turning everything in his thick dick a darker red, and put himself into position. He pushed against her lips, they tucked inside against the force until the beginning of his cock finally made its way inside.

Carrie jolted her hips into the bed, not expecting it to feel so thick. Taking the cue, he moved just the head in and out until he felt her body relax. She had still not broken her stare between her thighs as her natural lubricant was beginning to cover him. Marc rocked his hips in and out gently, going only about a half an inch deeper every few thrusts, each time moving her wetness a little further down his dick. With each push he got a bit deeper, both of them watching as her little puffy lips disappeared inside and reappeared as Marc pulled out. He was a bit longer than her husband, and without question, certainly a lot thicker, Carrie couldn’t wait much longer to feel it fill her up.

She spit into her hand, then reached down to cover any of his dry cock that was remaining, ensuring to wipe every part of his beautifully symmetrical cylinder in her hand. Marc, still moving at the same pace, kept pushing in until her muscles took him all the way. He pulled out all the way, just leaving the bulby end hanging inside her. With one long slow motion, he pushed in, feeling no resistance. Carrie’s eyes slowly shut., “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

It began very quiet, almost like they were two virgins trying to find out how to actually perform the act. With each slow push that came after, Carrie got more and more excited, feeling his dick get halfway inside her, gliding over her g-spot, then curving up towards her stomach as the deepest parts of her pussy were touched. Marc kept going, rocking his hips in and out at a pace to feel every bump and ridge in her incredible pussy. He grabbed her between her calves and ankles, letting her hands relax as he joined her ankles together, forming her legs into a straight line upwards, making everything a little tighter. Marc tossed one knee on the bed for better leverage and began to increase the pace.

Carrie’s hands now found his body, she ran her hands through his chest as he moved faster, gripping the hair between her fingers in reaction to his thrusts. As Marc was fully extending himself inside her, Carrie had moved to dig her nails into his ass, pulling him in deeper at the end of each pump. She wanted more, and he knew it.

Marc pulled her hips closer to him, her ass now half off the bed’s edge, the pillow no longer was gonna be needed. He placed her feet flat on his chest, from experience, knowing this position was perfect for maximum penetration. He pushed in, getting himself all the way in, then using his weight against her tiny frame to go in as far as feasible.

“Ooooh fuck, yes! That’s it,” Carrie began to speak and moan slowly, her hands now gone from his ass but gripping the sheets on the bed. Marc increased the pace, bending slightly at the knees to give her a bit of an upward thrust to increase the intensity. Again, it was as if he knew exactly what she wanted. Having been denied her orgasm late last night, she felt that orgasm could come in seconds now, but did everything she could to hold it a bit longer.

Marc wrapped his hands around the top of her thighs, her feet still cemented on his chest, as he pulled her body into him as he pushed towards her. He watched the small woman below him bounce with force every time the back of her legs slapped into his abdomen. She was beginning to moan a lot more, a combination of “Ohs,” “Shits,” and “Yeses” every time his dick hit rock bottom inside her.

Also not having a release the previous night, he had to slow down slightly. Grabbing her ankles he moved a foot up to his mouth and started sucking a few toes in combination with longer slow movements, staying all the way inside at the end of each pump for a second or two. Putting that foot on his shoulder, he didn’t forget the other one, taking time to work on each digit as she started up at him. The combination of him inside and the sensations on her feet was heavenly.

Both her legs now on his wide shoulders, Marc shuffled his feet closer and placed his hand on her stomach, his thumb pointing right over her clit. Almost the entire width of her torso, he pushed his hand down into her stomach and began to roll his thumb over her clit. Now he was ready to go in for the kill and gradually increased his pace of both his rock hard cock and thumb. The weight of his hand on her caused everything inside to get extremely tight, hitting every single spot inside her.

As if fucking her hard now, and thrashing away on her clit wasn’t enough, he started kissing and biting the side of her foot. “Fuck Marc, you’re giving me chills.” He took this as an indication to go all out. He began to begin pumping like a jackhammer causing the bed to squeak as he watched her beautiful body wiggle around in the bed, head furiously twisting side to side.

Marc started to feel her thighs trying jolting inward, “Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop,” she screamed, “oh my god how I needed this!” He didn’t let up one bit on his ramming, watching how quickly the clear fluid oozing out of her was forming into a growing thick white circle on the base of his shaft.

Carrie was getting very close, “Harder, harder, just a little harder, please, please, please,” she was whimpering now. Marc got into a new position, using his hips to push her towards the middle of the bed. Pulling the lacy red halter to the side of her chest, he let his weight fall on top of her, suctioning his lips over her left nipple. When he moved to the other side, Carrie’s hands wrapped around the back of his head and pulled his face in hard. He managed to get her hard erect nipple between his teeth and bit down softly. This caused her to grip his hair and pull, not to lift his head off, but an indication of her pleasure. Marc bit harder, grinding his teeth side to side on the tender flesh, flicking his tongue to join in the fun as well.

Carrie let out a long, “Uhhhhhhhhh,” in a deep tone he had yet to hear come from her mouth.

He could feel things coming to an end inside him, holding on the best he could to ensure Carrie had the pleasure of cumming first. He moved his head back to her other nipple, taking a peek at the bite marks he left behind, and dove in across her chest.

This was all she could take as she quickly yelled, “Fuck, I’m, going,” her mouth opened and her head flipped back in the bed, the muscles in her neck stiffened, “yes, yes, going to cum, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop!!!”

Marc began to grunt as well and with his sweaty body against hers, giving it all he had, squeezing the kegel muscle between his legs to hold his own cum for a few more moments. Carrie’s hands had now moved from his hair to his back, involuntarily digging the nails of her petite hands into his back, “Right there, yes yes yes, so close” another scream.

He felt one hard contraction around his cock almost causing him to blow, it was as if Carrie was trying to let the moment last longer as well, but it was too much for her. Knowing her whole life that she could never keep her entire body under control as the moment arrived she pleaded with him, “Hold me down, please Marc, hold me down and stay inside me.”

Marc did not pause his thrusting for a second while he wrapped his arms behind the backs of her legs, his biceps firmly planted against them. As the wave started to arrive, he curled his arms under her back, gripping his hands against the tops of her shoulders, locking her entire body into an immovable position.

The passion and feeling of her helpless body locked and unable to move was all she could take as she began, “Yes, yes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she blasted out, repeating the phrase faster and faster as the shaking began. Marc could feel the top of her body trying to move off the bed, his weight and grip not allowing it. The only movement Carrie’s body could do was thrust her hips upward when Marc was pulling out to shove back in. If someone was standing behind them, the view would have been spectacular. Marc’s cock was covered in her slimy grool, the view of her asshole rapidly clenching open and closed could be seen whenever his balls were not slapping against it, and her feet were furiously shaking as they stuck out between his arms.

The way their bodies were moving in unison as she came was about all Marc could take, “Uggggh, I’m about to cum,” he grunted. She was still in the midst of the orgasmic wave.

Carrie managed to flip her head forward off the bed towards his face, causing her stomach muscles to get tighter, now clenching him even harder, begging it to stay put. Still in the middle of her shaking and barely able to speak, she opened her wide blue eyes at him, “I don’t care, I don’t care, don’t you fucking stop.”

He couldn’t hold it and he pushed hard into her, holding it there as the first shot of his cum coated her inside, “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” he grunted. Each subsequent release of his load was joined with another stiff jolt as he held it there a moment. Carrie was still going, the shaking had slowed down slightly but every time she felt the head reach the end of her pussy she quivered in delight. Marc finally slowed down, his legs shaky and unable to support his body in an upright position. He collapsed down on her, lodging his mouth into her neck. She felt the warmth of his heavy breathing on her skin and loved the way all of his weight felt on top of her.

Carrie still didn’t have the strength or interest in opening her eyes, at all times so sensitive afterwards, every little movement of Marc on her sent two or three contractions around his dick. They both finally came to, locking their lips in a more tender method, enjoying these few moments. Carrie felt like a teenager, already letting her mind wander to when this would happen again. He rolled his sweaty body off her, releasing himself from her insides, and plopped on his back. She slipped over and tossed a thigh on his stomach. Running her hands over his chest, feeling the edges of his muscles against her fingertips, she broke the silence, “I was totally right about you, now I just don’t know why we waited so long to do this.”

They both laughed at her opinion as Marc followed up with, “I don’t know how I’m going to stay focused at work this week.” Carrie took this as an opportunity to put her head on his chest, kissing over his nipple, eventually making her way up to his neck, and finally back to his lips.

“Mmm, fuck! Work,” he jolted upright looking over at the clock, “oh shit, I gotta hurry or I am going to miss my flight.” He stood up, looking around in the room, glad that he remembered to pack the night before. Settling down a bit he looked at the beauty sprawled out on his bed, pausing for a moment. Carrie rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her body up to her hands and knees.

“You sure you can’t spare a few more minutes,” Carrie said in her seductive voice, feeling his cum starting to leak out, dripping on the bed, “Oops, guess I have to do your sheets now.”

Marc got behind her, his semi-hard dick slid up her ass as he grabbed her under the chin, lifting it up for another kiss, “I don’t, believe me, I wish I did, but this isn’t over yet, I promise.”

Carrie wiggled her ass side to side against him, “Well, I guess if you promise,” she kept rubbing him with her backside, “I might try to build up the courage to let you inside there next.” She felt him twitch.

“Ugh, you’re killing me,” he sighed.

She moved away from him, turning back over, “I know, but go, don’t be late, get ready.”

Marc ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Carrie wanted nothing more than to join him, but respected the urgency of his timeline. Instead, she just looked around the room, now thinking about how she was gonna do the walk of shame in broad daylight wearing a big winter coat. She actually didn’t care much, knowing all the neighbors wouldn’t pay her much mind. Feeling his cum inside her, she was happy to remember she wasn’t ovulating but would certainly have to keep an eye on things.

Carrie started to feel a little sting on her chest. She pulled apart the lacy top and noticed a fairly large bite mark around her nipple, “Oh shit, she wondered. Seeing Marc’s phone on the nightstand, with the shower still running she grabbed it, and navigated to the camera app. She snapped a picture of her nipple, thinking that he probably should put a passcode on this phone very soon. Walking over to the side of the bed, she grabbed her heels and slipped them back on. A series of photos were now taken as a gift for his trip. One of her standing straight up in her outfit, another that gave a view from the back, a third of her crossing her legs on his bed, and then one of her feet in heels. She tossed the heels back off, knowing full well that it would be much better to just walk home barefoot.

She quickly removed the red set and positioned her naked body on his bed, this time deciding on a video capture. Carrie started up at her neck, slowly changing the view down her entire body, until spreading her legs for the lens. She began to speak into the camera as it was pointed directly down at her pussy and ass, “Hope your week isn’t too long, when you get back you can pick from these two,” she moved the phone up to her face, opening her mouth, “or this one, or all three if you want.” She ended the clip, put the phone back to its original place, and tossed back on the set to not ruin the surprise.

Marc came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She remained on the bed watching him dry off and get dressed for the trip. She started to feel really dirty, and loved the feeling like none other. She wasn’t guilty in the least, but the wondered of sitting on his bed, dripping from the mess he left was turning her on with a bunch of new erotic feelings.

He looked over at the clock, “OK, I should be fine,” grabbed his bag, and headed over to say bye to Carrie. “Sorry I have to go so quick like this, fucking Mondays.”

Carrie got up on her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. It lasted a good thirty seconds until she pulled away, clinging her teeth to his bottom lip, “It’s fine, that was so good, and it wasn’t quick at all. I’ll stick back to clean up your mess, don’t worry,” they both laughed. In one last show of affection and as a goodbye, she bent over, running her face over his covered crotch, “And bye to you as well, I’ll see you soon.”

After one final embrace, Marc turned around and briskly walked down the hall as Carrie watched. Once she heard him pull out of the garage, she gathered up enough energy to stand up, began to remove the soiled sheets, already starting to daydream about the next time.

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As at all times, more to come!

NSFW: yes

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