Thread: They Would Cum Together (rahat & loneiysong)

The man that moved into the opened up house was very unremarkable at first look. He moved in without fanfare, professional movers bringing in furnishers and seemingly doing everything from hanging the curtain to trimming the lawn. The man himself came the next day, driving himself, getting off the car in his casual jeans and shirt, a man in his early 40s, soft rounder belly and scruffy face. His hair lightening up usual enough for one of his age completing the sheer averageness of him except for the fact that living in the neighborhood meant a whole lot of earning. The fact that he didn't venture out much except for going to the super market didn't escape notice. It was unusual for the males living in the neighborhood and people wondered what might his profession be. Alex Ryder was a fiction writer but not the normal kind. He didn't even write in his own name. Perverted PenMan was the name he used and justifiably. He was one of the most successful erotica writer of his generation and by far the kinkiest of them. His novels were shocking and lewd yet there was a sensual treatment of that depravity that made women gobble them up despite their shock and probably because of that. Many a prude had been turned over to the other side from the temptation of his words. Mr. Ryder loved sex, loved the taboo fantasies of his books and for him most of them weren't so much of a fantasy any more. He also loved corrupting women just like the males of his novels. He had already been planning and as few women came to introduce themselves and Ryder had to restrain himself from jumping them. His eyes were set on some particular ones specially the family living couple of doors next to him. The house itself, the decoration subtly spoke of money but more importantly of taste. Beautiful wooden shelves and tables in his study and on the living room perfectly complemented the modern sofa, table sets or the granite top and latest generation of kitchen appliances. Ankle deep rugs and huge beds with satin sheets and fluffy pillows finished the ensemble. His study come home office was naturally big, dominated by the high book shelves which contain not just his complete collection or work of erotica but lots of other books of all genre and time period. But it was the desk or rather the person bend over on it that held all his attention. The woman came in wearing a classy pink gown and she was still wearing it but her breasts had slipped off it and she gasped and trembled as each thrust scraped her rock hard nipples against the polished wood of the table. Her gown was bunched up at her waist as she grabbed somewhat at the desk surface as each powerful thrust rocked her body. He was naked and hairy, his fist grabbing her hair and pulling tightly, silky hair now rumbled out of their careful arrangement. He pulled himself almost all the way out, watching her tremble hungrily, feeling the sucking protest of her backdoor before the jolting thrust took him balls deep again. The wet sound of his balls slapping her dripping pussy lips filled the air proving that looks weren't everything. He wasn't too big over average but his girth was another matter and so was the stamina. It was no wonder that gorgeous and rich woman like her spread themselves up to be ravished like this by him when she started cumming again on his next powerful stroke, for the fifth time in the half an hour he had been riding her exquisite ass. It was probably two hours later Melissa Davenport left Ryder's house, fixing herself up as much as possible, still filled with his thick cream. Her cheeks were crimson as she relived the last few hours and her raunchy confession to the write who had inspired her and drove away sated and smiling. NFSW inspiration for the male?