I couldn’t remember the last time I went out on a Friday. Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I went out. I guess I was self-conscious of my bulging belly, shaggy hair and scruffy beard. Mom had taught me that our outward appearance reflected our emotional state.

She was right. Pity that she was no longer around. I might’ve turned out differently had she raised me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful to my aunt for taking me in as a teenager when mom’s soul levitated to heaven. Since then, I didn’t even have the drive to clean myself up, never mind look for a job.

My aunt was great. She cooked for us, washed my clothes and even tied my space. She told me I could stay with her for as long as I wanted. I wanted to leave to alleviate financial pressure off her since she was a single mother. I had gotten used to living with them for the last few years that I couldn’t imagine leaving.

Remaining in the basement, watching movies and playing video games was my comfort zone. It was a bubble that made me block out the past and permitted me the luxury of avoiding confronting my insecurities.

Aunt Meg’s daughter, Evaline, was quite the looker. She was tall, had long brown hair, a fit body and a smile that made even me jubilant. Hell, who am I kidding? She would fit right in on the catwalks of Milan. And I sure as hell would bang the living crap out of her. I could only imagine how her scream would sound as I banged her from behind. Actually, I thought about banging her in the ass several times.

She was the only girl who was friendly to me, not that I spoke to many others. I guess Evaline felt sorry for me, so she asked me daily how my day was when we gathered around the dinner table. That was pretty much the only time I emerged out of my basement. The embarrassment of telling her for several consecutive days that I hadn’t done much prompted me to ask about her work.

Evaline worked as an office administrator. She was fed up with her pervert boss for making her stay late often, hoping that she’d succumb to his desperation after the rest of the staff had left. He threatened to fire her several times if she didn’t put out, but she called his bluff every time. She said she didn’t take legal action because she was afraid of losing her job and being unable to help her mom pay the bills.

I admired Evaline. She was a trooper. The one day when I jerked off, I thought about her coming home in a military outfit and begging me to rip her clothes off and giving it to her in doggy style. Oh, God, how I would love to do that. I’d pay any amount of money just to be inside her for several minutes. I could only imagine how it would feel to creampie her.

After dinner, I thanked Aunt Meg for the delicious meal and then went downstairs. She told me if I were hungry later I should come back up, and she’d dish up for me. She was a wonderful woman, and I’d never do anything to jeopardise my situation. That’s the main reason I never made a move on Evaline. Even her pussy wasn’t worth giving up my comfort zone.

In the basement, I looked at the clothes strewn on the couch and the floor. I didn’t feel like tidying up the place, but I was in the mood to spank the monkey. Evaline had worn a white blouse during dinner, and I snuck in a few peeks at her chest, as she had unbuttoned the top buttons. Her tits were small but perky. I imagined her nipple was pointy and delicate, so delicate that if I moistened it with my tongue she’d moan.

I lay on the bed, whipped out my dick and stroked it as I thought about walking into Evaline’s office after hours. She was the only one remaining, looking exasperated at her desk as her head hung over it, and her droopy eyelids revealed that she yearned for excitement. And I would give it to her.

She gasped as I put my hand on her shoulders after I walked up from behind. She looked at me over her right should and said, “Oh, Greg. It’s you. You scared me.” She frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d come and beat up that sleaze-ball boss of yours.”

She smiled, the sparkle in her eyes revealing she felt protected because of my bravery. Little did she know my motivation for being there was to taste her pussy.

As I imagined Evaline standing up and facing me, her tits brushing my chest, my dick got harder. I stroked it faster, eager to cum. I clutched her blouse just below her collar and ripped it open. My eyes lowered to her white, lacey bra. Her round tits were the size of tennis balls, but they were firm.

She unclipped her bra, dropping it to the floor. My eyes closed so I could heighten the taste of her nipple in my mouth. I wanted the fantasy to feel as real as possible, so I tuned everything out around me and focused on the image in my mind.

I licked her nipple, wrapped my lips around it and then sucked it. My lips covered her tit as my tongue moistened her nipple. She closed her eyes, raised her chin and clutched the back of my hair as she moaned. I squeezed her other tit as I delicately continued the sucking. She couldn’t get enough, and her hand lowered to my dick, and she grabbed it.

I withdrew my lip and then whispered in her ear, “Squeeze it harder.”

She looked at me, then at my dick. She grabbed it and squeezed hard, making me release a few drops of pre-cum. I couldn’t wait to unload the rest. Evaline got on her knees and pulled down my track pants. She stroked my dick a few times while cunningly smiling at me. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before I busted a load.

Evaline put her lips over my dick and bobbed back and forth. I closed my eyes and pictured myself smiling, but my face must’ve been tense as I jerked myself off aggressively. I clenched my teeth as she wet the tip of my dick, and she slurped the saliva off it.

“Bend over the table right now,” I said, unable to withhold my desire for penetration.

She bent over the table, her hands spread out to the corners. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. It dropped to her ankles, and then I ripped her g-string off. She smiled at me over her shoulder, sensing my eagerness to bang her.

I stuck my dick inside her and exhaled a deep breath. All the insecurities depleted from my mind, and I felt like a king. I swung my hips, thrusting aggressively. She jerked forward and hung her head. I saw that she wanted it hard. I grabbed her shoulders and began penetrating. As the image of me speeding up the penetration became more vivid, I squeezed my dick harder, rattling it as I increased the pace of the jerking.

Evaline screamed as I pounded her from behind, stretching her tight pussy apart. She screamed. “Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes.”

Sweat had formed on my forehead. I couldn’t believe how vivid the fantasy was, and I wheezed as I continued beating my meat, feeling the heat cover my body. Evaline’s hair dropped over her shoulders as I continued the hard pounding from behind. I so badly wanted her boss to walk in and see how a real man satisfies a woman.

My eyes lowered to her ass. The hole looked so small that I didn’t know how my dick would fit. But I had to try. I abruptly stopped. She murmured, confused. I rubbed around her anus, then tapped my dick on it. I pressed my tip on it, then pushed it inside. She groaned, and I felt her ass stretch. I pushed it in a bit deeper. She clutched the edge of the desk as her ass cheeks contracted.

I grabbed her waist and thrust. Imagining my dick in her ass felt so dirty and erotic. I thrust hard and Evaline jerked her head up. My thrusts were short but rapid. She shot out a quick screams as I drilled her. I saw her forehead wrinkle as her face reddened. She was slightly in pain, but I figured she enjoyed it.

I felt my load was about to burst from the jerking, so I said, “Oh, yes, Evaline. Your ass feels so good,” as cum shot out onto the floor. A relieved smile appeared on my face as I unloaded, easing the tension in my dick as I rattled the last remnants out.

I sensed someone in the basement. I opened my eyes and looked right. Aung Meg stood with her jaw slacking.

“Greg, what the hell are you doing?”

My heart skipped a beat as I swallowed the lump in my throat. How the hell was I gonna get out of that mess?

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