Persuading Lily

I took Lily's silence and excited stare as encouragement to continue and pressed my mouth back to hers as I roughly squeezed, pressed and teased her gorgeous big tits.

'Mmmm fuck Lily... these are so niiiiice' I mumbled, squeezing her big tits enthusiastically.

Suddenly she pushed me firmly away, covering herself with her pert, small little hands as she snatched the money and phone from the counter, stuffing both into her bag.

'Perv' she snapped, deepening her pout and reaching down for her discarded top. 'You're old enough to be my dad' she snapped, then slapped me across the face.

Now we were getting somewhere!

'You wouldn't get turned on by your dad fondling your tits' I replied with a grin and reached for her arse. She slapped my hand away with a firm, yet sham slap.

'Urh, like... gross! What if I told your wife what you just did? Or tell Amy what you just did' I shrugged.

'They're not here' I smiled, and grabbed her suddenly, pulling her to me and pressed my mouth hard against hers once more. Lily pushed me off and slapped my face harder than the first time. I grabbed her again and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue into my mouth. She struggled and pushed against me, but we had crossed the line and both knew what we were doing. She pushed me away, her naked tits jiggling gorgeously. Her hands flashed to her sides, gripping the counter top, pushing her tits out even more beautifully, staring at me with wild excitement, biting her bottom lip for a moment. Her eyes dipped briefly to my shorts, my erection clearly visible through the thick material, then back to my eyes. When she spoke, the soft husky tone dripping in lust told a different story to the words she used.

'Mr West!' she purred slowly. 'You mustn't! What are you...' eyes dipped back to my erection and back. '... thinking of?' I kissed her again and slid my hand onto her breasts. Her hands wrapped around my, sliding onto my back as we kissed. When we parted, she stared into my eyes with raw hunger.

'Perv,' she whispered into my mouth. Even she was surprised at how turned on stripping for cash had made her. I kissed her again, my hands sliding down onto her arse, squeezing through her jeans. Our mouths parted and she spoke again.

'Get off me' she breathed, her hands pulling me onto her, then she pressed her mouth to mine. We parted once more and she turned to look out of the kitchen door into the garden. 'Someone might see' she whispered, her voice a thrill of the risk, not of the capture.

'You love this, don't you' I mumbled, gripping her wrists suddenly and pushing my hardness into her thighs.

I took a step back and drank in the sight of her half-naked body, now shining with a thin sheen of sweat and excitement, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up her belly, between her breasts, then flicked quickly one nipple, then the other. When I stood and stared at her with every ounce of lust inside me, she slapped at my chest weakly, but her pout softened, as her hand grabbed mind and pressed it back onto her breasts.

I took out my wallet and tossed it onto the counter top.

'all the money in there is yours if you let me have what I want' I murmured.

'Including the cards?' she smiled with half her mouth.

'Just the notes, sorry I replied shaking my head.

Her eyes moved to the wallet and as they did, my hands reached down to the buttons on the front of her jean shorts. This gorgeous, pouty angel, this young woman tempted by every filthy promise. 'And you know what I want'.

Her breath came in pants, awkward whines mixing with the wet sounds of our kiss as our mouths met again. The air in the kitchen hummed with tension, the open window letting in the distant hum of neighbours mowing lawns, the sounds of nearby people as I seduced my daughter's friend in my family kitchen, against the same counter I had made my daughter breakfast that morning.

Lily shivered as I popped the buttons on her shorts, her reaching under my shirt, not pushing anymore, just holding on as my fingers brushed the heat radiating from her between her thighs.

I lowered myself to my knees, sliding her shorts down her thick, smooth thighs until they sat on my kitchen floor around her Converse. I licked my way back up her thighs until I could smell the heat from her pussy and see the soaking patch through the white cotton. I roughly pushed her legs apart and stroked her pussy through her wet knickers. Lily groaned for a moment, then pressed her hand against my chest.

'Please... someone might see' she whispered, but her voice cracked with need, the scent of her arousal growing stronger, her sulky resistance crumbling under my touch. I smiled, sliding my hand up onto her belly, then down again, sliding inside the elastic of her waistband and diving my eager fingers into the wet folds inside.

As I suspected, she was boiling and soaking wet. It wasn't the money, it was the risk, the thrill and the raw need to be fucked.

'Not here' whispered Lily. I stared into her eyes for a moment, then decided there was no ducking out now. I reached out and taking her hand, led her through the house, up the stairs and into my bedroom, the bedroom I shared with my wife, the bed where the bedclothes lay unmade from the night before. Her breaths echoed up the stairs, then filled the bedroom.

I closed the door, kissed her hard and long, then slowly guided her backwards as I kissed her, until her legs bumped against my bed, then I lowered her slowly onto it in a sitting position. She stared up at me, wearing nothing but damp white knickers and her battered Converse. She dropped to the bed, her big tits jiggling wonderfully.

The curtains were still closed from this morning and the room was dim and fuggy. I took another two fifties from my wallet and placed them on the bed beside her. Her gaze snapped to the money, eyes flickering with raw hunger, cheeks flushed, desire mixing with her cute awkwardness and hesitation. She licked her lips, cheeks burning hotter, arousal rolling off her in waves. I could see her thighs clench for a moment and smell the fresh spike of her wet pussy, her gorgeous curves screaming to be stripped and used. At my age, dominating this young slut with cash felt like a kind of superpower, the exhibitionism from the kitchen still buzzing in her veins.

'M... Mr. West, I... I don't know...' she stammered, voice whiny and sulky, arms crossing over her chest again, but her nipples poked harder and we both knew where we were going.

I stepped back, giving her full view, then peeled off my shirt, dropping it to the floor. Lily's eyes were fixed on my body, as if there was nothing else in the world. I dropped my shorts and kicked them away, then stood naked and hard before her. Lily's hand flew to her open mouth as my erect cock was revealed, thick hard and glistening.

I stepped closer until my cock was inches from her face, pulsing, throbbing and glistening with pre-cum. Lily's eyes fixed on my cock, a hand absently reached to her upper chest, then throat, then she looked up into my eyes.

'I don't know, Mr West... what if... what if your wife...?'

'She won't be back for hours' I replied. Lily looked up at me, then back to my cock. I leaned in and kissed her, deep and hard, one hand fisting her hair, the other gripping her chubby young arse, pulling her hips flush so she could feel my cock grinding against her belly.

Lily moaned deeply into the kiss, a muffled, needy sound, her body trembling but not pulling away, now craving the dominance she wanted so badly. I broke the kiss just enough to

whisper hot against her ear, my breath ragged.

'I lied to you, Lily. Amy is out with my wife, shopping in London. They won't be back for hours...'

Her mouth fell open, eyes widening in shock as the words sank in, her flushed face draining for a second before the realisation hit home. I had lured her here and now she was here we had total privacy, no interruptions, just me and her young, curvy body to ravage.

'So... you...' she stammered, voice breathy, but her pupils blew wide, desire flooding her features uncontrollably. Her tits heaved against me, nipples dragging with each pant, and I could feel the heat pulsing from her pussy. I nodded, smirking down at her, then kissed her again, harder this time, teeth nipping her lower lip until she whimpered. My hands roamed her naked breasts, squeezing the full, heavy flesh, thumbs rolling her dark nipples roughly, which pebbled under my touch, hard, aching and swollen, her delicious curves spilling over my palms, soft rolls, deep cleavage, all real and all mine.

She arched into it, a sulky whine escaping, but her hips bucked forward, grinding on my thigh like the awkward little slut she was turning into. Then I pulled away and looked into her eyes, standing up straight, forcing her to stare at my thick, hard cock in front of her face.

She hesitated, biting her lower lip, that sulky expression deepening. The room felt thicker with tension, her breathing faster, her big young tits rising and falling. Fuck, she was dripping for it. I could almost hear her pussy oozing into her wet knickers.

She edged herself forward on the edge of the bed, her tits jiggling beautifully with the motion, full and real, just pure woman that made my mouth water and my cock throb. A flush crept down her neck to her chest, nipples tightening further in the cooler air, and as she spread her legs a little wider to allow me to get closer, saw the damp patch in her knickers. She was breathing hard, pout softening into something needier, her eyes locked on mine with that awkward mix of shame and thrill, my money sat beside her on the bed, almost taunting her to seal the deal.

With another flick of tongue of her lips, she reached out and wrapped a hand around my burning hard cock.

'Mmmm... Good girl' I growled as she squeezed and very, very slowly stroked me, closing the distance. I was desperate then to reach out and grab those gorgeous tits again, but this moment was too perfect and I wanted to relish it. instead, I watched her flushed face, her eyes fixed on my cock, her big tits rising and falling with thrilling excitement of my divine hardness, the exhibitionist rush hitting her even here in my bedroom. The sight of her like this, almost naked on my bed, her curvy body all soft rolls and heavy tits spilling free, stroking my cock for cash hit every dirty nerve in my body.

I couldn't quite believe it. This 20 year old angel, this vision of perfection, her pouty lips parted, cheeks flushed red as her eyes flicked up to meet mine, that sulky hesitation cracking into raw hunger.

Lily gasped as she stroked me, followed by a shaky exhale, her eyes locked on my naked cock like it was the only thing in the room. It bobbed inches from her face, the musky scent of my arousal hitting her, making her lick her lips unconsciously.

'My god... Mr. West, it's... so big' she whispered, voice cracking, her sulky pout twisting into something hungrier, leaning forward just a fraction, drawn in by the dominance and the forbidden thrill.

'See what you do to me, Lily? You made me this hard'.

The room pulsed with tension, her arousal thick and heady, body quivering as she fought the urge to obey, but I knew now what she wanted, what she craved -- control; it wasn't just the money, she wanted to follow orders, she wanted to be owned, wanted to submit, wanted my older hands all over her young body. Lily's skin prickled with goosebumps, pussy scent stronger now.

'You... you won't tell anyone, will you?' she asked in a nervous whisper, her voice shaky, arousal barely edging out the fear as her thumb circled my swollen head, smearing the leak around.

I shook my head, voice low and firm, locking eyes with her. 'This is just you and me,

Lily. Nobody will ever know.' She gave me a weak smile, thankful, her breath shuddering in her throat, tits heaving with the motion. Her strokes picked up a fraction, shy eagerness turning bolder, fingers squeezing my veiny length like she was testing the weight of what she'd unleash.

Then she dropped her head, her dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and took my cock into her mouth. Her lips parted wide, wet and warm, sliding over the head with a soft pop, tongue flicking tentatively at the slit to taste my salty pre-cum.

I groaned deeply, the heat of her mouth enveloping me, sucking gently as her hand kept pumping the base. Fuck, she was inexperienced, her almost clumsy, awkward vibe making her bob hesitantly at first, but the thrill of it, the exposure risk even in this closed room soon had her moaning around my cock, vibrations humming so hard I could feel it in my balls.

I reached down, fingers threading into her thick hair, gripping gently but firm, guiding her mouth deeper onto my shaft. Inch by inch, she took more, lips stretching around my girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating my balls as they brushed her chin, the wet slurps filling the bedroom air. Her tits swayed with each bob, nipples scraping the edge of the bed, her curvy belly pressing into her thighs as she leaned in, submitting to the rhythm I set.

She gagged a little when I pushed her down further, throat tightening around my head, but she didn't pull back, instead, her free hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in as she relaxed, taking me deeper. I savoured every second of it, the submission in her posture, the way her sulky pout turned into stretched, drooling lips wrapped around my cock.

Her scent hit me harder now, that unmistakeable musky pussy arousal mixing with the spit on my skin, her thighs and wet knickers rubbing for friction.

Her eyes locked with mine then, lifting through her lashes, that sulky glare mixed with pure hunger, pupils wide and dark. She sucked harder, head bobbing faster under my guiding hand, tongue swirling rough along the underside of my shaft. Fuck, the eagerness in her gaze, this innocent little sulker had turned wanton slut under my control, made my cock twitch in her mouth, leaking more pre-cum down her throat.

She hummed in lusty approval as she tasted me, swallowing around me, her strokes at the base quickening, slick sounds echoing with her gags and moans.

I tightened my grip in her hair, hips rocking forward just enough to fuck her face shallowly, balls slapping her chin with wet smacks. Her tits bounced heavier now, soft flesh jiggling, nipples aching red from the air and her own building need. The exhibitionist edge lingered; even here, she imagined the door creaking open, the thrill of being caught with my cock in her mouth, her curvy body exposed for the world, her spit missed with my pre-cum dripping from her lips and chin onto her naked tits.

'Yesssss... yes that's it, Lily,' I growled, voice rough, thumb stroking her cheek as tears pricked her eyes from the depth.

She whimpered around me, the sound vibrating my length, her hand twisting at the base while her mouth worked the head, lips sucking tight like a vacuum. Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her cleavage, her body quivering with the effort and the heat pooling between her legs. I could almost see her wetness oozing from her puffy lips, as her hips began grinding onto the bed to match the rhythm of her sucking, desperate for touch.

The age gap made it nastier, adding to my arousal, my experienced dominance breaking her awkward shell, as she hollowed her cheeks harder, tongue lashing my hardness. Pre-cum and spit mixed, drooling down her chin onto her heaving tits, making her skin glisten.

She pulled back for a gasp of air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my throbbing head, then dived back in, sucking with urgent hunger. That sulky fire burned brighter, her free hand sliding up to cup my balls, rolling them gently, squeezing just enough to make me hiss. Fuck, she was learning fast, turning her into a cock-hungry slut, her pussy scent thickening the air like a promise of more.

I guided her deeper again, feeling her throat flutter, the submission complete in her watery gaze. But she didn't stop, sucking harder, faster, her body rocking with need, tits slapping softly against her arms. The room spun with the wet heat, my balls drawing up tight, but I held back, wanting to drag this out, to see how far her craving would take her before I bent her over and claimed that soaked pussy next.

'Faster' I murmured and she began to wank my cock harder, deliberately, forcing more pre-cum from my head, smearing the head of my cock with her hand. I reached out, tracing a finger along her collarbone, down to circle one nipple, watching it ache for contact.

Reaching down, I gently pushed her hands off my cock and onto her lap, my other hand balling her hair at the back of her head against her neck, then slowly fucked her mouth. Lily moaned exquisitely as she felt my thick hard cock pumping into her young mouth, the sound vibrating straight through my shaft like a choir of filth. Her lips stretched wide around me, saliva bubbling at the corners as I thrust in shallow at first, savouring the wet heat of her throat clenching in protest and pleasure.

I pushed her hands firmer into her lap, pinning them there with a stern look, I wanted nothing now other than my cock pumping between those sweet lips into her mouth.

'Keep those hands down, Lily,' I growled, voice thick with lust, my control making her eyes widen in that age-gap thrill. She nodded as best she could, muffled whimpers escaping around my cock, her fingers twitching against her thighs but staying put.

Gripping her hair tighter at the nape, I angled her head back slightly, exposing the soft curve of her neck as I fucked her mouth deeper, my hips rolling forward to bury half my length in one smooth push. Her throat tightened around the head, gagging wetly, but she relaxed into it, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks as spit drooled freely onto her chin and those heavy, beautiful tits, which bounced wildly with each thrust, soft flesh jiggling like jelly, nipples hard peaks scraping the air, begging for a pinch. I watched them slap together, mesmerized by the raw display.

Lily moaned louder, the sound raw and guttural humming against my shaft, her throat convulsing as my thick cock pumped inside, veins pulsing against her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks on the outstroke, sucking hard like she craved the taste of my pre-cum flooding her mouth, mixing with her saliva in sloppy strings that dripped down her chest.

Her eyes locked on mine again, that sulky pout distorted around my shaft, but the hunger in her gaze screamed for more, the awkward girl unravelling under my confident control, sealing her exhibitionist high as she imagined flashing these tits for the world if I paid extra.

Her tits heaved and bounced harder as I picked up the pace just a fraction, the soft undersides slapping her arms, sweat and spit making her skin slick and shiny. Wet trails ran down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the tears from her gagging, but she didn't fight it, rather her hips bucked subtly on the bed, grinding her soaked pussy against nothing, the dark wet patch on her jeans spreading like her desperation.

I could smell her arousal thick in the air, tangy and needy, trembling with the need to be used, the age gap making every thrust feel like corruption, turning her into a moaning mess.

I held her head tight, fingers knotted in her hair, driving deeper until my cock hit the back of her throat, her nose brushing my pubes as she choked and swallowed around me. The submission was total now, her hands stayed clamped in her lap, tits quaking with each pump, spit cascading in rivulets over her nipples, dripping onto the bed. Lily whimpered, the vibration milking my shaft, her throat fluttering wildly as I held deep, savouring the way her body surrendered, curves jiggling, pussy scent intensifying as she rubbed her thighs together for friction.