A Quickie Under the Stairs

Clare’s parents would not be happy — Paul thought — if they found out about him… or the naughty nature of their daughter.

A relationship with the only child of the leader of the local conservative party was not easy to manage. Moreover, she was different from her dad. She had no interests in being politically correct. That had been clear to Paul after a couple of weeks of their relationship when she had opened her heart to him. She craved freedom, above all, not for power or acknowledgement.

In sex, too.

Not that she wanted to become a slut. On the contrary, she wanted to enjoy sex with the man she liked. Now since she was twenty and her father — running for Mayor — was rarely home, she could finally try spreading her wings.

Paul had met her at the right time, when she wanted to experiment the most. They were not in love. Not yet. Not completely, at least. So far their relationship had been — simply said — mutually satisfying.

What a woman she was!

So full of unexpressed desires, untried kinks.

Just an hour before, they were texting. Teasing each other and getting naughty in anticipation of being together the following morning, after a couple of days without seeing each other.

But it wasn’t enough.

[What if you come here, now?] she had asked.

She wasn’t joking.

Paul was now nervously texting with her from his car, parked in front of the luxurious apartment complex where she lived.

[I’m here. So what do we do? Your mother is at home… she doesn’t even know I exist]

[Not a problem. I have an excuse. Get out of the car, wait by the gate, I’ll open it to you. Enter building C, to the left]

Clare had grown so much, in just a couple of weeks. From an insecure, shy caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly able to fly wherever she wanted, at least with him. Paul liked that change: she was dominant enough to show him her desire but submissive enough to let him guide her.

He walked to the gate.

[I’m here]

There was no answer, but the sound of the opening lock. He pushed and, in the semi-darkness of faint LED lamps illuminating the path, he found his way to the building C. Nobody was by the entrance of the building.

His phone vibrated.

[Push]

The door opened. Once inside, as he looked for the light switch, he heard her voice coming from the darkness at the end of the corridor.

“Come here, don’t turn it on.”

He plunged into the darkness, where a hand grabbed his arm.

Clare pulled him towards her, and kissed him. A quick peck, a welcome she couldn’t resist giving him.

“What…”

“Ssh,” she said. “Come this way,” she added, pulling him again into the darkness. She entered a door and stopped under some stairs. Then she turned around, leaned against the wall and whispered.

“I’m yours, take whatever you want.”

His eyes had now adapted to the darkness. In front of him, Clare had pulled her dress up. She wasn’t wearing any panties and her slightly spread legs invited Paul to feast on her.

He leaned on her, grabbed her head and pulled her lips to him, kissing her with passion, with the need and eagerness of a distant lover that had been longing for her.

“Finally… Finally, I feel you…” she whispered between a kiss and the other.

Her body was trembling with anticipation. Her hands touched Paul everywhere as if she was desperate to remember every detail of his body.

Then she reached between his legs. She unbuttoned his trousers and grabbed his hardness, with delicate, and yet expert fingers. Paul giggled, remembering how shy she had been to even kiss him, weeks before.

As she lowered her body to engulf his cock in her mouth, she seemed possessed by a passionate beast. She was an animal: pure instinct. Her mouth, lips and tongue now working on Paul’s cock were her way to scream her feelings to the world.

“Hey… calm down… didn’t you say I could take what I want?” he joked.

She mumbled something unintelligible on his cock, but there was no need for an actual answer. He loved her blowjobs… too much, actually. Clare took care of every part of his cock. She caressed the balls while licking precum off the tip. She slid her tongue up and down the shaft, then sucked his cock into her mouth and continued stroking it with both hands.

She was adoring Paul, and more than ever, now he could feel the love blossoming inside her. Because he knew she was no whore, he knew she was like that because of him, for him.

“Stand up,” he said.

But she continued sucking.

“Stand up, Clare or I’m gonna cum… and I need to fuck you, and we have no tim-“

She quickly stood up and shut his mouth with a deep kiss. One of her legs was already embracing his body, pulling his cock towards her wet pussy, until its tip grazed her clit. Her body shivered in pleasure, as her boyfriend’s dick spread her juicy lips open.

Paul supported her body just enough to dip the tip of his cock into her slit. And then he pumped hard, he pumped like it was going to be their last fuck and he wanted her to never experience a dick like his in her entire life.

“Oh my God, oh my God… Paul… fuck me hard… please… fill me…”

He was already close to his limit, but the fact she forgot to whisper made him even crazier for her. Anyone could catch them, in that place. Anyone hearing a moan too much, and opening the door to the stairs.

It was such a risk. Even her mom could actually come downstairs to check on her daughter and find her being penetrated by a stranger. It was already more than ten minutes they were at it. Soon, their time would end.

He grabbed her ass and pulled her up, and she hugged his hips with both of her legs.

The perks of having a petite girlfriend — he thought, supporting her light body.

It was easy to hold her up, and with her back pushed against the wall, his cock could now slide freely in and out of her. Deep inside, reaching the end of her body, feeling her cervix teasing his tip each thrust.

And between a bite and a kiss, between a dirty word and a plea to cum inside her, Clare drove him over the edge. He exploded, filling her pussy with his cum, pushing her body against the concrete without even thinking of controlling the force of his thrusts.

The world around them had disappeared.

Paul realized he was still keeping her pushed hard against the wall only when she giggled and pulled her legs down. But Clare didn’t complain: she kissed him again, then used the inner side of her dress to clean his cock.

“I’ll smell it tonight while I masturbate,” she said, then pulled his trousers up and guided him again through the corridors until he could see the exit.

“You’ll make me cum tomorrow,” she whispered as she kissed him goodbye.

Indeed, it seemed he had come just to use her. But was there anything wrong with it, if that’s what she needed, too?

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