on thx hunt

@onthxhunt continued from here

Lou figured his guilt could beat the shit out of himself later, now that they'd gotten started and he was balls deep inside of Jo there wasn't another goddamn thing he wanted to focus on now. His mouth left hers long enough to hiss a warning, but all that seemed to do was make her even bolder now by questioning him directly with dirty talk. "Fuck ya I do." He practically spat the words out before taking another rough purchase of her lips, feeling her hips grow faster and with more force as she started to bounce. "I love that tight little pussy, feels like it likes being full too." He stared into half-lidded pupils, noting just how dark they were as the air was as full of lust as it was coarse language. Her walls flexed around him with every motion, Lou pawing desperately at her breasts now and soon both hands are slid under her shirt and trying to tug it free of her body. He'd already seen them thanks to a nude photo she'd once sent him by accident, though it had occurred to him just how much of an accident it had been given her attitude. Now he wanted first hand experience with those glorious tits.

open to: m/nb/f (preferably an age gap, as big or as small you want, someone who definitely shouldn't be fucking her but couldn't resist, married, teacher, boss, dad's friend) based on: a meme that said 'we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.'

He devoured her vehemently, his tongue reaching every sensitive spot of her pussy, it seemed like he had been almost hungry just to get a taste for her, and the whole thing drove Charlie crazy. Her hips were circling around his tongue, pushing her center closer to him, rubbing her clit against his tongue as she found her orgasm. The combination of feeling like they shouldn't be doing this and that they could be caught was enough to drive her over the edge, juices flowing a dripping onto Jason's mouth. "Oh my..-Fuck, Jason!" She screamed out his name in between moans, one hand reaching up to cover her own mouth, trying to keep as quiet as she could and clearly failing at it.

The truth was such that as soon as he got his first taste of Charlie, Jason was absolutely ravenous for every drop of her. He got to work using his tongue against every inch of her, pushing back against every bucking movement she made and clutching at her thighs, wrapping his hands around trying to hold her still despite feverish attempts from the brunette. Through it all her cries of his name made him bolder in movements, not caring a bit if they got caught now. Charlie's release trickled down his throat and he lapped it up so eagerly, cleaning her incessantly until she took matters into her own hands, quite literally and picked herself up off the desk only to sink to her knees before him. "Oh my god. Yes baby, take it all in that pretty mouth."

Charlie felt the air escape from her lungs when he pushed her flat on her desk, even if he was no longer married there was something about this whole thing that felt forbidden, and it only made her want him more. Her breathing became heavier and harder as he sunk between her legs, tearing her tights open and feeling his breath against her already absolutely soaked panties. She shivered under the touch of his tongue against her pink folds, it felt as if she had been deprived of touch for so long, like she had been aching for Jason for so long and she had only come to realize it now. She felt so exposed and completely at his mercy and it only made her more aroused. Charlie gasped and her fingers searched for his hair when he pushed his fingers into her tight pussy, feelings her walls clench and stretch around him as he prepared her for himself.

Jason didn't usually act so forcefully in the heat of the moment, but he was starting to think maybe it just took being with the right type of person to bring out this sort of lust in him. She reacted to his movements, a shudder rippling through her the soon to be divorced teacher could feel and it only encouraged him further on. Hands tightly gripping around her clenching thighs, his mouth pressing and savoring every bit of taste he could take right now. Tongue explored through wet folds and soon a finger or two followed, the rattle in her voice causing Jason to throb for the thought of what still was ahead. His lips puckering into a grin against her, the rake of fingers brushing through brown hair feeling so good against his scalp before a tug suggested he intensify actions.

it was hard for her to make the time to see anyone. her job kept her busy and half the time she was lucky if she made it to her bed. that didn't mean that she expected things with billy to be how they were. things with him had always been easy, they always had fun together. she wasn't sure what to think as she basically was stuck on his lap," i don't know what i'm going to do!" she couldn't seem to stop laughing up until his hand came down against her ass. it was not something that she expected. her reaction surprised her, and she wanted to disappear. there was the urge to get off his lap, but he wasn't moving either. her heart raced as she hid her face into the arm of the couch," um-yeah." it was hard for her to not notice what she felt pressing beneath her. his hand hadn't left her and she wasn't too sure if she should move," it-it's fine."

Her laughter only provoked him to go further with the joke, not letting go of her or allowing her to wriggle herself free, Billy told himself. Until maybe he'd taken things too far, his hand slapping against her backside which changed the tone of everything. An apology didn't fix it either, Erin's attempt to hide her face proved how uncomfortable she was especially now that he was sure she could feel his growing erection on top of everything else. "Okay," he answered, unsure of why she hadn't fought harder to escape even now, with his hand still firmly grabbing her cheek. Billy could feel the uncertainty, but at this moment something told him to be bold. Another slap followed, this one even more unexpected, but Billy swallowed hard as once again his hand stayed in place, a handful of her ass. His voice deepened a little bit more.

open to: males

Too long since Billy heard her laugh like that, to just so completely lose herself into laughter and all it did was make him grab onto her even tighter. Erin was an easy tickle, so to speak, and it was nice to see things hadn't changed even if they hadn't gotten together to hang out like this in ages. He gave her sides a little squeeze, refusing to let her budge more than an inch now. "Looks like you're stuck now, babe." His face wore a look of pride at overpowering her, "What'cha gonna do now?" She wriggled, tried to escape his grip and Billy fought to keep it, adjusting his hands... one of which slapped against Erin's ass, a bit harder than he had planned and it stopped her cold. Billy immediately started to apologize, but the words caught in his throat with her response, and he was unable to stop himself from twitching beneath his jeans. Jeans she was sitting directly on. "Um, I'm sorry." But if he was, why was his hand still cupping her ass?

She'd met him before the divorce, Charlie had seen him go through the whole thing, as a friend, even if she couldn't help herself and tease him every now and then, of course she found him attractive and the possibility of him being single again made her stupidly excited, even if she didn't know exactly how long it would take him to get over it. Thankfully, it seemed, it hadn't taken long, the way he kissed her didn't feel as a man who was struggling after his divorce, but rather a man who was hungry for her. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders while keeping her lips pressed to his, tongue swirling with his, as the sound of his fingers tearing a hole open on her tights filled the room.

Vibrations felt from her lips to his as she moaned into his mouth left him with a shudder throughout his body. Charlie had been that unattainable beauty he wasn't supposed to view in that way, but the disintegration of his marriage by a cheating spouse now had thrown that door wide open. He wanted her, and could admit to both of them that he did. Eager fingers explored further, pressing and rubbing against a growing wetness while Jason let his shirt fall to the floor just as her attention now fell to his pants. Softly allowing a bite on her upper lip as he felt the constraints of his belt loosen, soon his jeans followed. Strumming his fingers against her, his desire getting the better of him Jason pulled his arms around Charlie and with another deepened kiss began to guide the young teacher to lay down flat back on her desk.

Truth was she did not care either, as wrong as it was and as much of a risk it was to get caught, Charlie wanted him desperately. They'd been flirting every single time he came by, she would touch him and tease him and yet nothing had happened, not until this day. "Not much." She replied gasping onto his lips, out of breath and desperate to get off her clothes. Charlie's fingers found the buttons of his shirt, quickly working to get them undone, to feel her fingers touch his chest. "You can rip them." She gave permission against his ear before leaning in again to kiss him.

For every time they'd been around each other, Charlie had slowly worn down his resolve not to get involved with a co-worker with every lingering touch. Every soft look, he'd felt that wall coming down and something much stronger being built up. The divorce was barely finalized and even that was a bit of a stretch, he knew it, and Jason just didn't care now. If they only got this one chance to act now, he was going to make damn well sure it would count. "Right answer," he responded between rough swirl of tongue on tongue and happily helped her to pull his shirt open, buttons not much of an obstacle now. Jason's skin burned with desire at fingertips' touch, one of his own hands fleeing to the back of her neck as he stole another deep kiss and stole her breath as if it were a zero sum game. Pressing his lower body against hers, hardening bulge straining between tight thighs again, soon his attention fell to the thin material covering her legs. Two fingers soon followed, exploring with more direct pressure against her core and began to circle roughly enough to be felt even with the barrier of lace. "It's not fair what you've done to me, Charlie." he growled, and managed to get a finger caught in the material of her tights, just enough to create a small tear in them. Once again pressing his mouth against hers, hot breath and fast beating heart matching her own, that tear became a much larger opening as he tore out the crotch with a loud ripping sound. "But maybe it's better to show you."

open to: m/f/nb (a parent of one of her students who's at her classroom after school hours/ a superior (principal/supervisor), that's recently divorced and desperately horny and she's been flirting with them nonstop lately) based on: kinda on this but more like your muse has been crushing hard on her and can no longer resist the short dresses Charlie always wears and decides to do something about it.

Funny just how fast something so innocent as dropping off budget forms might explode into moments that were anything but that. Jason pressed a smirk into heated skin, his lips feverishly giving him the first taste of Miss Rossi. That smile, those eyes, those skirts just begging to be ripped right off of her. "I don't care." A hissing reply between fits of pressure against her neck, the tightening of her legs at his waist was everything he needed in reply. Besides, what really were the odds anybody else was around by now? Rough hands fell to thighs, pressing against the fabric of tights containing her for now. He'd just have to do something about that. "How attached are you to these?"

He didn't have to say much, especially since Freya had already been grabbing her bag and Brad's hand to go with it. Besides, what was the harm? They hadn't even ordered yet anyway and as cheesy as it was, the only thing that was on the menu in Freya's mind was the man sitting before her. "Come on," Freya grabbed his hand in an instant as they high-tailed it out of the small town diner. Soon enough they were met with the front door of the ballet studio of which she had locked as soon as they were both inside. "What's on my mind? You fucking me in my office." The ballet teacher responds with a smirk as she leads him towards it.

The flush that materialized on her cheeks started to trickle down her body. Her once comfortable coat that shielded her from the cold breeze found it's new home on the back of the booth. She started to fan herself playfully as her heart thumped in her chest. "What would I have done?" She repeats the question, taking a moment to combine her scrambled thoughts into one. He certainly knew exactly how to fluster her -- that was for sure. "Got on my knees..." Freya whispers as she looks around to make sure no one is listening. "Took you into my mouth until you were nice and hard and ready for me... and then begged you to fuck me while I wrapped these long pair of talented legs around you."

There was something so satisfyingly sexy listening to her whisper across the booth what was really on her mind here, and with every word her mouth formed his gaze focused on hers. Freya's deliberate curse punctuated the air as Brad bit his lip, and the tightening in his pants. "Fuck," he breathed, knuckles pressing against the table top now. "You really know how to paint a picture, Freya. Now I'm wondering how good this place is at take-out, because the only damn thing I can think about now is getting you out of here and making all of that happen." Smirking at the blue-eyed beauty now, "Tell me what's on your mind now, teacher."

His confession paints her cheeks with a flush, her skin becoming hot to the touch as she looks down at the table with a smirk. Was this really happening right now? Was he really flirting with her? A shiver trickles down her spine as her blue hues gaze upon his lips. She can't help but think about every body part she wants those lips on, however, she has to snap herself back into reality. "You didn't see quite enough, huh?" She hides her expression behind the menu. "Tell me what you wanted to see more of. Are you a tits guy or an ass guy, Brad?" Freya is bold in her questioning no matter how quiet she keeps her voice, her hips shifting from side to side to ease the heat between her legs.

Now having fallen into this cheeky banter, each one seemed to have the other's immediate thoughts figured out. Brad's lips slipping out into more of a wider daring grin, and Freya's stare resumed on him before picking up the menu to add a bit of mystery. "Mmm, not nearly enough." It's his turn to smirk now as she questions him on his preferences. "I can't get enough of either," adding with a low chuckle, "but what really does it for me is a long pair of talented legs. Especially when they can't help but wrap around me." Before, she was cute and almost innocent-like. Now all of a sudden Freya was anything but that, and it was all he could do to stop himself from reeling her in from across the table. His voice kept hush now. "If I'd come into that changing room a minute or two later, what would you have done, Miss Rhodes?"

"Definitely exhausted before, but honestly? You gave me the energy I needed." Maybe it was a strange thing to say, but Freya never really knew when to keep her mouth shut. The sheer action, of being caught by him while she was undressed only made her temptation for him grow stronger. All she could wonder was -- was he thinking the same thing she was? "Yeah... like that." She retorts, laughter falling from her lips. "It's okay. All is forgiven. Hopefully... you liked what you saw?" Biting down on her bottom lip, she doesn't give him time to answer as they enter the diner. "Table for two, please." She says to the hostess that gets them seated right away.

The mildly teasing way she let him off the hook gave Brad a jolt of confidence, and being swept up in her words had his mind venturing other places now, places he hadn't been sure he should have before. As he was about to answer they'd made it to their destination, but it was the question left hanging in the air that had his full attention now. And that lip bite didn't hurt either. He certainly did like what he'd seen, though he'd tried not to make it seem quite so obvious. Except maybe that wasn't as much of a problem as he thought. Settling into the booth across from Freya now and able to study her expressions even closer he finally got to reply, deciding to take a bolder step as she had. "This place looks good. And for the record, I did like what I saw earlier. My only problem was maybe I didn't quite see enough."

Brad nods gladly, agreeing to the suggestion. "Absolutely, I've passed by it a lot and it always looks good. Can't wait to give it a try." He walks slowly behind Freya at first, until they make it outside of her studio out into the warm air. "That's definitely fine by me as long as you're feeling up to it? I know you said you were exhausted before." Catching her blue eyes once again, Brad's expression softened. "That's alright, I don't mind. And no, we aren't. Haven't been for a while now either." He gives a little shrug. "And again, I'm sorry for barging in like that before. I was hoping I could just slip in and pick up Ella's book, I didn't expect to catch you... like that."

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Attentive to every detail, particularly with her, Brad smiles as she hands over the pink notebook and feels the graze of delicate fingers against his. "Thank you again," is the reply. The smile widens with her offer. "Sure, I'm actually free for a while. Ella's with her mother for the day, I'm just on pick-up duty." His ex-wife had plans for them and he wasn't expecting his daughter back until late evening now. "And that's the best offer I've gotten so far today, let's go. What are you in the mood for?" He offered his arm to the young teacher, shooting her another smile.

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ freya rhodes. 32. professional ballerina / ballet instructor. * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ your muse ( one of her students fathers ) walks in on freya while changing after class. why? you decide. * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ males. mutuals / non-mutuals welcome.

Never the type to react to something unexpected, Brad couldn't help but flinch at the young woman's response. He hadn't expected to find her there and certainly not in the middle of changing clothes, but now that he saw her he couldn't help but keep his eyes locked in on hers. He also couldn't pull himself away from the opening to the change room either, holding the makeshift curtain door open. "Yeah... sorry. She forgot her... " Damn, Freya made quite an impression. The ballet teacher always commanded his attention, but now? "... notebook. Again, sorry."