This is the fourth instalment of the Side Slut, April stories. Please feel free to check out the first three chapters for context.
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Chapter Four
In the three weeks after the beach trip April and I continued our affair. She remained my side slut and I fucked her over and over, using her whenever I wanted to get off, which, despite me being over 40 years old was very often.
I could not keep my hands off of her, and she, to my delight, seemed to love to be used by me. She claimed that being used as a secret slut was a dream come true for her.
My wife, Kelsey, was none the wiser. Her high stress job as a lawyer kept her busy and out of the house from early morning late into the evening most days, leaving me free to run my little record shop and play with my new toy, April.
She had swept into my life and into my pants and I had been caught up in our sexual escapades since. I had hired her to help out but she had insisted that she wanted to be my side slut and I could not resist her. At first I felt emended guilt at cheating on my wife, who I still loved very much, but as time wore on that gave way to the delicious thrill of cheating with the young girl.
We had sex almost every day. Sometimes quick fucks on my office desk, sometimes long drawn out blowjobs in my car. I had fucked her once in my marriage bed, making her cum in the spot that my wife slept.
About three weeks after I had taken her to the beach and fucked her in the sand while a young man had jerked off watching us, we were in my office. The store had just closed and we had finished counting the measly cash my record shop had brought in that day.
Normally a slow day like that would have depressed me, making me doubt the sense in keeping my place open, but my mind was on other things.
Two things to be exact. April had sat herself on the edge of my desk, facing me. I was in my chair, rolled back to give her a bit of room and to better watch her.
April was stunning. Her hair was thick and hung just past her shoulders. Her face was cute and round, with naturally plump lips. She was short at 5'3, but had large breasts that looked magnificent above her thin waist and wide hips.
That day she was wearing a white tee shirt and she had just pulled it up, making her large tits pull up then drop with a lovely bounce. I responded with a guttural groan of lust and grabbed her hips, pulling myself forward, mouth open to suck one of the nipples between my lips.
April arched her back, pushing the hard, rosy nub deeper, and she moaned quietly as I flicked my tongue across it.
"That feels good, Mr. Hawthorn," she said, putting one hand in my hair at the back of my head, the other one steadying herself on the desktop.
"Fuck," I said, moving to the other soft breast. "I love your tits, April."
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "They love you too, Mr, Hawthorn. Do you want to fuck them? Do you want to fuck your slut's tits?"
"Maybe," I said, moving my mouth down her body, kissing down her stomach, to the waistband of the shirt skirt she was wearing. I rolled my chair back a bit as I ran a string of kisses along the inside of her milky white thigh, from the hem of the skirt to her knee, then slowly up the inside of her other thigh, taking my time, enjoying the way that she shivered as my lips brushed the sensitive skin.
"First though," I said as I pushed her skirts up over her hips, "I want to taste my slut. I want her to cum in my mouth. Can she do that?"
She was not, as per my request, not wearing any panties under her short skirt. I loved walking up behind her throughout the day and cupping the bare globes of her ass, or pushing my fingers between the shaved lips of her pussy. Sometimes when we were alone, sometimes when customers were on the other side of the counter. It was a game for us, seeing if she could keep her composure as I pleasured her just out of view.
It also meant that when she opened her legs even wider for me, spreading herself on my desk to give me access to her pussy, nothing blocked my view. Her pussy was shaved clean and the pink lips were already glistening with moisture.
I led with my tongue, pushing between the lips, feeling her swollen clit and sucking it between my lips. I groaned when the sweet and salty taste of her hit my tongue. It tasted of youth and sex. The fresh yet earthy smell of her pussy filled my nostrils as I began to lap at her, running my tongue along the silken skin between her opening and the nub. I pushed first one finger then another into her, marvelling at how tight she still was even after having fucked by me over and over again.
April began to squirm there on the desk so I used the hand not fucking her to hold her tight against my mouth. I could feel her first orgasm approaching and I was relentless, sucking on the clit, swirling my tongue around it, fingers pumping in and out of her.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."
"Cum for me," I demanded, keeping my fingers working in her, my voice rumbling into her sex. "Be my slut and cum."
She was there on the edge and, as it usually did, me calling her a slut pushed her over. Her legs clamped down on my head as squeezed as she loudly squealed and gasped as her climax overtook her. I continued to lick and suck as she came, fingers pushed deep into her, pressing on the upper wall of her canal, the other hand holding her bucking hips in place.
Finally she began to come down, gasping for breath, making small 'oh, oh, oh' noises as she twitched around my fingers. I grinned and gave one last lick of her delicious pussy before moving my head back and looking up at her.
Her cheeks and chest were flushed a luscious red and her eyes were dreamy, filled with adoration.
"Thank you, Mr. Hawthorn," she said smiling down at me. "You treat your slut so good."
"It's my pleasure," I said smiling back up at her. And it was. I could no longer imagine a life where I did not have this hot young thing to use at my leisure and pleasure. I wanted nothing to end it.
I slipped my fingers out of her dripping wet pussy and went to wipe her juices off of my chin when she stopped my hand and leaned down and kissed me deeply. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths and I got, if possible, even harder.
"How do you taste, April?' I asked when we finally broke the kiss.
"Delicious,' she said, grinning. "But now i want to taste you. Will you please fuck your slut's mouth?"
I did not say anything, just pushed my chair away from the desk, spreading my legs apart and leaning back. She giggled and hopped down from the edge of the desk, causing her full breasts to bounce. April dropped to her knees between my own with no hesitation and began to open my jeans.
Her fingers were deft and she quickly popped the button, then pulled down the fly. She gripped the waist of the jeans and tugged them and my boxer briefs down while I lifted my ass off of the seat. My pants were now at my ankles and my already hard cock stood straight up, at eye level with the girl.
My dick was a decent size, 7.5 inches and thick. It was uncircumcised, with the dark purple head peeking out of the hood that protected it. It rose from a trimmed thatch of pubic hair that, unlike my hair and beard, had not gone grey yet. It filled her hand as she reached forward and gripped it at the base and gazed upon it.
I loved the way that she looked at my cock. Every time she saw it her eyes would focus on it and she would lick her lips in anticipation. It was a look of devotion and lust. She knew, I could tell by the look on her face, that she belonged to this cock. It belonged inside of her and she could not wait to get it back where it belonged.
She moved closer, keeping her grip on it and began to lick up and down the shaft, making sure to lick my balls before sliding her tongue back up the shaft. She pulled down on the skin, revealing more of the head which she swirled her tongue around.
