J Watson - Tempting little sister

His wife hated being used like he used her, but she couldn't stay away. She loved his cock too much. She also loved the things he did to her.

Jason fixed Sharon a drink and made her sit down on the couch before he gave it to her. He watched her sip the strong drink. She was nice looking. He could see the outlines of her pert tits underneath her coat.

He wished she'd take the heavy coat off. He wanted to have a good look at her body. He appreciated what he saw but it wasn't enough.

"You live around here, Sharon?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "Just down the street."

"It's awfully dark for a pretty woman like you to be walking alone," he said.

"I'm all right," Sharon said. "Tthis is a nice area. Nobody would dare bother me around here."

"I don't know," Jason said. "There's a lot of lonely husbands around. They might not be able to resist you. A woman like you doesn't come along very often."

Sharon brushed back her thick red hair from her eyes. She gave him a nervous smile. She could feel the alcohol working in her, spreading its warmth through her body. Doug would probably be missing her soon. This was not the time to start thinking about sex.

Yet, she couldn't help but think about sex when she stared at the slender, distinguished looking man. She'd never really met a distinguished looking man before. Jason had the quality of a gentleman about him.

"Do you like your drink?" Jason asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"I hope I didn't make it too strong," he said. "I like a strong drink. I don't drink much and I like a good stiff one to begin with. It kind of makes the blood boil but it doesn't make you drunk. Don't you think so?"

"I suppose," Sharon answered.

He was staring at her and Sharon got the sudden, uncomfortable feeling that she was a tasty meal ready to be devoured. Jason was no inexperienced young insurance salesman on his first call. Jason would not fumble. He would take charge and she had the feeling that he really knew how to love a woman.

"Take off your coat," Jason said.

She didn't want that. She suddenly didn't want to be left alone with him. It was too dangerous. Jason knew too much. She wouldn't ever be the same once Jason finished with her. She put her drink down and got to her feet.

"No," she said. "I really can't stay. My husband will start to worry."

This time his eyes were ugly and hard. She felt weak. This wasn't a man who liked to be refused. She had the sudden feeling that he could get violent. She found herself starting to unbutton her coat.

"That's better," Jason said, smiling.

She unbuttoned her coat and shrugged it off. She was dressed in a fluffy white pullover sweater and a short red skirt. She hadn't bothered to put on a bra and the points of her tits pushed at the clinging sweater.

"That's much better," Jason said. "You're a beautiful woman. You shouldn't try to hide yourself."

Sharon couldn't think of anything to say. She picked up her drink again and sipped the rest of the strong alcohol. She wanted to leave but she wanted to stay. She was confused. Hell, she really didn't know what she wanted to do.

She was both afraid of and attracted to Jason. He was a different kind of man from her husband. He didn't get his strength from working with weights. He got his strength from somewhere inside, a sense of always being right and in command.

"Yes," he said, after his eyes had swept over all of her lush figure. "Very nice. It's a shame your husband doesn't appreciate you like he should."

"How did you know that?" Sharon asked.

She could have bitten off her tongue almost as soon as she had spoken. He couldn't have known about the problems she was having with Doug. He had only guessed. He had trapped her, now, and he was really grinning.

"I can tell when a woman's not happy," Jason said. "I can tell when a woman has to look somewhere else for love. That's why you walked in here tonight."

"No," she said weakly.

"Sure it is. You were looking for something and now you've found it. Why be afraid? A good looking woman like you needs to be appreciated. Just like every other fine thing in life."

He had put his drink down and he was walking toward her. He kissed her very gently on the cheek and then on the lips. His lips felt so soft. He didn't pressure her at all except by his sense of presence.

"Put your arms around me," he said.

Her arms wrapped around his waist as he kissed her again. This time she opened her mouth to the gentle probing of his tongue. She felt hot and weak as she tasted his saliva and she wiggled her tongue against his.

"You're so very nice," he said softly. "So very soft and nice. A woman like you needs to be appreciated."

She knew exactly what he was doing but she couldn't stop it from happening. It wasn't like the decision she had made with the insurance salesman.

That time had been completely her idea. She had been horny and she had reached a decision that she was going to fuck him.

She didn't get to make the decision this time. He made the choice for her. Jason wanted her and he was going to fuck her. It was as simple as that.

"Come on," Jason said.

He took her hand and led her through the living room and into the back. The bedroom was plush also. There was a huge round bed. Sharon had never slept on a round bed before. She had somehow thought a round bed was something normal people didn't use. It was a bed made for movie stars.

"Do you like?" Jason asked.

"Yes," Sharon admitted. "Everything looks so… so wicked."

She shivered deliciously as he dropped his hand down her back and stroked her ass. She could feel his fingers clutching one soft buttock. Then the other cheek. She was starting to feel a little hungry.

"It is wicked," Jason said. "Very wicked. I've done a lot of good fucking on this bed."

"With your wife?" Sharon asked.

"With a lot of women. Sometimes my wife joins me when I fuck other women."

Sharon felt her heart pounding. This was not the kind of man she was used to. She was getting a vivid mental picture of herself and the pretty blonde she'd seen leaving and Jason on the same bed. It made her hot.

Jason stroked her ass for a few moments before he left her side. He sat down on the bed and leaned back with his head cupped in his hands.

"All right, honey," he said. "Let's see what you've been hiding all these years. Take if off. Show me your pussy and those big pointy tits."

His vulgar talk only made her that much hotter. She grasped the end of her sweater and tugged it over her head. He gasped as he saw her big firm tits poking at him. Damn, she had a pair of lungs on her. Her nipples were already getting hard. He could almost taste her sweet flesh in his mouth.

"Now the rest," he said.

She peeled out of her skirt and panties and stood naked before him. She had never been in front of a man who looked at her in the way Jason did. He both judged and appreciated her. She had the feeling he was comparing her to the hundreds of other women he had known.

"Very nice," he said. "You didn't fake anything. You're all real, baby. Now come over here. Let me watch you walk."

She gave herself an extra swing as she went to him. He reached up and caressed her nipples with both hands. She felt her nipples grow taut and aching. She gave a little sigh as he pulled her closer and his mouth touched the valley between her firm tits.

She felt his tongue licking her. He moved his mouth up the sides of both her creamy globes. He held them together and licked at her nipples. He didn't take them into his hot mouth. He only rolled them beneath his tongue. It was enough to make her squirm.

"You like having your tits sucked?" he asked.

"God yes," she groaned. "Oh yes!"

He made her stand straight while he popped one of her nipples between his teeth. He bit down on, her lust swollen tit very gently. Again she felt that tongue touching, caressing, arousing her like she had never been aroused.