Paul tossed his keys on the hook by the back door as he came into the house. He had spent all day in fucking workshops that the school district required. The whole day was a waste, and he didn't take away anything from the specialist they brought in to teach them techniques to help identify with their students. Paul knew all of this stuff already, so did most of the other teachers.
"Fuck, I need a beer," Paul said out loud to himself as he opened the fridge.
To top it all off, the Principal grabbed him on the way out the door. She told him that Monday he was getting a student teacher for the remainder of the year. Apparently, the Principal had brought the student teacher by after school last week, but that had been the day he had been meeting with Felicity. The Principal decided his meeting with the new teacher could wait until they started.
Paul popped off the bottle cap and took a long pull from the beer. Drinking this early was not something he did very often though when the need arose, he did so without hesitation. A new student teacher seemed a good reason. The last one the stuck him with was an idiot. Paul spent more of his day fixing the students mistakes than actually teaching.
In the middle of second, longer pull off the bottle, Paul heard the creak of a floorboard off into the house. He paused mid gulp to listen if it happened again. It did, and this time, Paul knew where it was from too. The living room had a board that had creaked since he was a small child. This same noise had alerted his own parents a few times when he was sneaking in after curfew.
"Hello?!" he called out and then chugged the last of the bottle. Paul then turned the bottle upside-down so he could use it as a club if there were an intruder in his home.
As gently as he could, Paul tiptoed down the hall, then through the dining room made his way towards the living room. He braced himself against the wall before peeking around the corner to see if someone was there.
Paul felt like a dumbass when he did look too. Standing in the middle of his living room was Felicity, her hair was done up, and her makeup looked impressive. She wore a long gray trench coat with shiny red heel poking out from below it.
"Welcome home," Felicity said as Paul put down the bottle while walking into the room. "Since you showed me where the spare key was the other night, I thought I would surprise you."
"What a surprise indeed," Paul told her as he crossed the room to her. He grabbed her with no hesitation pulling on the belt to her coat. It opened to reveal Felicity was naked underneath except for some black tape she had used to put X's over her nipples with hiding them. "Someone snuck over here naked in the daylight. You naughty little slut."
"Oh, you know just what a naughty little slut I am too. Don't you?" Felicity responded as she dropped her coat to the floor.
This was Felicity's third time coming over to Paul's house. After their Friday night fuckfest on camera, Paul left in the morning, so no one saw him especially Heather. Felicity made it clear that she wasn't looking for a boyfriend or husband, but someone she could see casually. Paul had agreed it would be fun since the sex was out of this world, he'd have been crazy not to now. What Paul found out was that Felicity meant hardcore fucking several times a week.
By Monday night Felicity was sneaking over to Paul's house after her evening cam show. Usually, after Heather had gone to bed or if she was out with friends. The last time Paul had just gotten back from a workout, so he had just told her where the spare key was hidden on the back porch. Felicity had joined him in the shower. Today he was thrilled he told her where the key had been stashed. This was the kind of end to a shitty day he enjoyed.
"I thought this dirty little bitch should show you how much they appreciate your big hard cock," Felicity said before placing her mouth on Paul's. Her moist tongue danced it's way past his lips. Paul put both his hands square on her round firm butt cheeks, pulling her naked body against him.
Not changing pace Felicity unhooked Paul's belt, followed by unzipping his dress pants. He moved one hand to cup her ample double D breast. Next, she broke the kiss pulling his polo and undershirt in one fluid motion. His pants fell to the floor around his ankles as gravity did its job.
Felicity dropped into a nearby chair, pulling Paul along as she did so. He kicked off the last of he clothing as he followed her, finally standing in front of her.
"Ahhh here we go," she told him now that his dick was level her face. "I have wanted a taste of this bad boy all day."
Felicity ran her tongue from up Paul shaft several times while squeezing his ball gently with a free hand. Paul couldn't help but groan as she followed that up by sucking lightly on his manhood's head, forcing in the grow and turn slightly purple as in swelled in size.
"Oh God damn," he said, watching he look up at him with those sexy blue eyes. "You just can't get enough, can you?"
She paused from her sucking but kept jerking his pole while she spoke, "It that a problem? Do I need a new boy toy? Did I break you already?"
"No way," Paul told her as he grabbed her head with one hand. It guided, then forced her mouth back down on his dick. "I am certainly having fun trying to be broken."
Felicity giggled and moaned as her head moved up and down on him. His hand ran through her strawberry blonde hair with her every motion. It felt freshly washed as well as silky smooth in his fingers. Her piercing eyes gazed up at him; she enjoyed working herself on him.
"Son of a bitch," Paul remarked as he tilted his head back in enjoyment.
Felicity pulled her mouth off his rod, leaving slobber all over it. "No, daughter of a dirty whore," Felicity told him as she stroked his enraged hard on. "Don't you forget it!"
"Never!" He told her with a chuckle. "I need to thank her for all your talent."
"You can find her on the corner of brown and Fremont street," Felicity said between strokes and lightly sucking on Paul's enlarged head. "She charges fifty bucks for a blowjob, and I guarantee they are better than mine."
Paul fought back real laughter, he wasn't sure if she was playing or being serious. Felicity never broke her act as she brought Paul to the verge of climax.
"My turn," Paul told Felicity. If he let her continue, then he wouldn't last more than a few more minutes.
"Meanie," she replied, looking up at him with pouty lips. "This little whore needs a tasty snack. I thought you were going to give me a nice big juicy load."
"Fine," Paul said, surprised by her response. "I can give a nice big snack if that is what you want."
Felicity clapped her hands together a few times and shouted, "Yay!" Seconds after she dove her head back down on Paul's dick. Her hand cupped his balls gently playing with them as her head sucked with twice the enthusiasm it had moments ago.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Paul repeated as he felt himself about to erupt. Felicity rebounded three more times and then held herself all the way down choking on his manhood. It was just enough for him to cum, firing several blasts down the back of her gullet. He watched as Felicity took one big gulp before pulling him from her mouth.
