Page 4 of Ivy's Venom

I begin to undo my kilt, letting it drop to the floor, my bare pussy on display, and begin to undo the buttons of my uniform top. I pull the white dress shirt off and toss it to the couch as I hear him undoing the belt looped in his slacks. I have that initial rush of panic, seizing my chest, and making it hard to breathe.

It lasts for about a minute and then I relish in the high of being wanted, being revered. My body is my fucking temple and as chaotic as my life is, I make sure to take care of it. I’m toned, lean, tall for a girl, standing at a few inches below six foot, and I have the curves along with it. I know the feelings my body and looks elicit from men and I work it to my fucking advantage.

I pull apart the clasp on my bra, watching as my tits bounce against my chest, my nipples hardening in anticipation, and I toss it to the growing pile.

“You’ve really filled out these last few years, Ivy.”

“Shut the fuck up, Adam.” I turn around to face him and roll my eyes when I see his cock.

Nothing amazing about it, less than average, and I’m regretting my decision not to bring my vibrator.

“That’s not going to do much for me.” I point at his dick in his hand. “I hope you eat like a madman.”

“Get on the bed,” he grins. “Sometimes it isn’t about the size but how a man works it.”

He’s naked in a matter of seconds and I give his body a once over as I scoot up the bed. He’s fit for an old guy, his abs are still visible, and he at least shaves his hair. Not too bad.

I open my legs wide on the stark white bed set, my deep olive skin a contrast to the purity, and stick two fingers in my mouth. Looks like I just might have to get myself started.

I pull my saliva coated fingers out of my mouth and run them through my folds, hoping to get myself off.

He crawls up the bed, his face stopping above my pussy, and giving it his rapt attention.

“I saw Molly today.” I tell him and hope for a reaction.

His head pops up and his eyes narrow, “what did you say to her?”

“She asked me to hang out, you know, like old times.” I sink the two fingers into my pussy and moan at the feeling.

“And?” He rasps, his sight back to my fingers as I try and pleasure myself.

“What the fuck did you do to your daughter?”

Again, his head snaps up. “What do you mean?”

“She looks like a fucking pariah, all that huffing and puffing, and the amount of metal in her mouth must set off the department’s metal detectors yards away.”

“She’s developing slowly,” his eyes look back up to mine. “Nothing wrong with that.”

I lay back on the bed after that and watch the ceiling as he licks and sucks at my pussy. No matter how hard I try to keep myself here in the present, I keep going back to when another would have his face between my legs, his fingers moving inside me, and no matter how much I cried and begged him to stop, he would continue.

I look down instead at Adam’s dark hair and focus on that. No greying temples, no small bald spot in the center, and his shoulders are wider. But Adam unfortunately doesn’t do it for me and I want to slap his head out of the way, then finish my own damn self off.

Then I see him, Neil Jones. His beautiful skin bathed in sepia, those light brown eyes framed by lush black lashes, his perfect nose dusted with freckles and a single hoop in the right nostril, and his perfect cupid bow lips, surrounded by a light shadow of growth.

I tip my head back as Adam’s tongue hits my clit and moan as I imagine it being Neil.

Neil sucks my clit into his mouth, lashing his tongue over the pebbled surface, and I can feel the heat pool in my core. His long fingers slowly push inside me and I clench around him, wanting it deeper, and wanting his cock instead.

“Turn over.” Adam’s voice breaks through my reverie and I growl in frustration.

“Stop talking or I’ll never be able to come.” I snap at him and turn onto my hands and knees.

I hear the condom wrapper rip and close my eyes again, imagining it’s Neil with the wrapper between his perfectly straight white teeth, then the sound of him sliding it down his length, and then the head being pressed to my entrance.

He pushes inside and I try really hard to imagine it wider, longer, and when the pace picks up, I try to imagine it pummeling my cervix. When none of the trying works, I bring my fingers to my clit and begin to furiously rub it, giving it the friction it needs, and all before this shithead proves to be a few pumps chump.

I’m almost there, I feel it building, and I hit the precipice, only to have the old fucker groan his release. I want to scream but I continue to rub furiously against my clit and as I crest, -finally-I feel his small, limp dick slip out of me, and he collapses on the bed beside me.

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