Category: Selena

A week had passed since their kitchen escapade, and the tension between Richard and Selena had only grown thicker. Every glance across the schoolyard, every brush of shoulders in the hallway, was a silent promise of more. It was Friday afternoon, and the school was quiet, most staff had bolted for the weekend. Richard had been called in to fix a leaky radiator in the staff room, and Selena, ever resourceful, volunteered to “help” with the cleanup.

The staff room was a cozy, cluttered space, old armchairs, a coffee-stained table, and a radiator that hissed like an angry cat. Richard knelt by it, wrench in hand, his broad shoulders flexing under a tight navy shirt. Selena sauntered in, locking the door behind her with a click that made his head snap up. She wore a low-cut red dress under her apron, the fabric clinging to her buxom figure like it was painted on. “Thought you might need a hand,” she said, her voice dripping with intent.

“Only if it’s yours,” Richard shot back, wiping sweat off his brow as he stood, towering over her. His eyes raked down her body, lingering on the deep V of her cleavage. “That dress oughta be illegal in a school.” She smirked, stepping closer, her heels clicking on the linoleum. “Good thing the kids are gone, then. No one to tell on us.”

She didn’t waste time. Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him down for a kiss, hot, messy, and full of pent-up need. Richard groaned into her mouth, hands sliding to her ass, squeezing through the dress as he backed her against the table. “Been thinking about you all week,” he muttered, nipping her lip. “That kitchen fuck’s been replaying in my head.” Selena’s laugh was wicked. “Let’s give you something new to obsess over.”

She shoved him into an armchair, the springs creaking under his weight, and straddled him, her dress riding up to reveal black lace knickers. Richard’s hands were on her thighs in an instant, pushing the fabric higher. “No bra again?” he asked, voice rough, as he tugged the neckline down. Her heavy breasts spilled out, nipples already hard, and he latched onto one, sucking greedily while his hand kneaded the other. Selena moaned, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. “Wanted you ready for me,” she gasped.

He fumbled with his fly, freeing his cock, still as impressive as she remembered, thick and pulsing. She didn’t bother with her knickers, just yanked them aside and sank onto him, taking him to the hilt in one slick slide. “Fuck, Selena,” he growled, gripping her hips as she started to ride him, her tits bouncing in his face. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and set a brutal pace, chasing that sweet friction against her again.

The chair rocked dangerously, but neither cared. Richard thrust up to meet her, his cock slamming deep, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back. “You’re a bloody menace,” he panted, one hand slipping between them to rub her clit. Selena’s moans turned to cries, her nails digging into him. “Harder, you bastard, make me come again!” He obliged, pounding into her, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room.

Her orgasm crashed over her fast, a shuddering, screaming mess as she clenched around him, soaking his lap. “Richard, oh, fuck, yes!” she wailed, trembling as he kept thrusting, drawing it out until she was a boneless heap against him. He wasn’t far behind, two more deep strokes, and he came with a guttural groan, spilling inside her, his hands locked on her hips like he’d never let go.

They stayed there, panting, her forehead pressed to his, the radiator still hissing in the background. “Think we broke the chair,” Richard chuckled, kissing her sweat-damp neck. Selena grinned, shifting to feel him still inside her. “Worth it. Next time, your van, I wanna see how you handle me in the back.” He smirked, already hard again at the thought. “Deal, love. Maintenance just got a lot more fun.”

The Waiting Game

The school day dragged on, the clock ticking slower than a snail on sedatives. Richard lingered in the kitchen, pretending to double-check the fittings, stealing glances at Selena as she served up the last of the lunches. Her apron hugged her buxom figure like a second skin, and every time she bent to scoop gravy, he felt his overalls tighten. She caught his eye once, smirking as she licked a drop of sauce off her finger, and he knew they were both counting the minutes until the bell rang.

Selena wiped down the counters with exaggerated care, her hips swaying like she was putting on a private show. “Patience, tall man,” she murmured, brushing past him so her chest grazed his arm. “Good things come to those who wait.” Richard grunted, adjusting himself discreetly, his mind already racing ahead to what they’d do once the kids and staff cleared out.

Lock-Up

The final bell echoed through the halls, and the school emptied out in a chaos of footsteps and chatter. Selena locked the kitchen door behind the last straggling colleague, her eyes glinting with mischief as she turned to Richard. “All ours now,” she said, untying her apron and tossing it aside. Her soft pink blouse clung to her curves, and he could see the outline of her nipples pressing through, no bra today, he noted with a hungry grin.

Richard leaned against the counter, towering over her, and patted his toolbox. “Got something impressive to show you,” he said, voice thick with promise. He flipped it open, pointing to a hefty wrench, long, thick, and gleaming. “This isn’t the only tool I’m good with.” Selena’s laugh was low and dirty, her fingers moving down his chest, unzipping his overalls. “Prove it, then,” she challenged, stepping closer until her breasts pressed against him.

The Tease

He closed the tool box and grabbed her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter. Selena gasped, then giggled, her legs parting as he stepped between them. “Let’s see what you’ve got, big man,” she purred, pushing the overalls off his shoulder. She didn’t waste time, his boxers hit the floor, revealing his cock, already hard, delightfully thick, straining toward her. Her eyes widened, then narrowed with delight. “Fuck me, that’s a tool,” she breathed, reaching out to stroke it.

Richard groaned at her touch, his hands sliding under her blouse to cup her heavy breasts. “Been wanting these all day,” he muttered, thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffened. She arched into him, her breath hitching, and yanked her top off, letting her tits bounce free. “Then take ‘em,” she said, guiding his head down. His mouth latched onto one, sucking hard, while his fingers teased the other, her moans filling the kitchen.

The Demand

Selena slid off the counter, turning to brace her hands against it, her ass pushing back toward him. “From behind,” she demanded, voice husky with need. Richard didn’t need telling twice. He yanked her skirt up and her panties down, exposing her slick, ready pussy. “Fucking hell, you’re soaked,” he growled, gripping her hips. She wiggled against him, taunting, “What’re you waiting for? Show me what that cock can do.”

He lined up, his thick head stroking her clit, then nudging her entrance, then thrust in deep, filling her in one smooth stroke. Selena cried out, her walls clenching around him as he pressed hard against her G-spot. “Oh, shit, right there!” she gasped, rocking back to meet him. Richard’s hands roamed her sides, then up to her swinging tits, squeezing as he started a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust making her moan louder.

Tension Builds

The kitchen echoed with the slap of skin on skin, the air thick with heat and lust. Richard picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Selena’s fingers gripped the counter, knuckles white, her breaths coming in ragged pants. “Harder, you bastard,” she begged, and he obliged, pounding into her with a force that rattled the pots on the rack above. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples grazing the cool steel edge.

He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucked her senseless. “Gonna make you scream,” he grunted, feeling her tighten around him. Selena’s head tipped back, her voice breaking into a string of curses, “Fuck, fuck, yes!”, as the pressure built. His cock pressed relentlessly in, and her legs started to tremble, the devil inside her roaring to life.

The Arrival

Selena’s orgasm hit like a freight train, her pussy clamping down on him as she screamed his name. “Richard, oh God, fuck!” Her body shook, waves of pleasure ripping through her, her juices coating his cock as he kept thrusting, her full length. He held her hips tight, growling as her spasms threatened to milk him, his own release teetering on the edge. “That’s it, love, come all over me,” he rasped, his voice raw.

She slumped forward, panting, still impaled on him, her bare breasts pressed against the counter. Richard slowed, then pulled out, spinning her around to kiss her hard, tongues clashing in a messy, desperate tangle. “Best fucking maintenance job I’ve ever done,” he muttered against her lips, one hand sliding down her sweat-slick stomach to tease her soaked folds again. Selena grinned, breathless. “Stick around, tall man. Kitchen’s not the only thing needs fixing.”

The Pace Changes

Richard’s breath hitched as she stepped closer, her hands sliding up his chest. “Sit me back up there,” she said, nodding toward the counter, her voice low and commanding. He didn’t hesitate, gripping her waist and lifting her effortlessly again, setting her down with her legs dangling over the edge. She spread them wide, inviting him in, her pussy still glistening and swollen from their earlier round. “From the front this time,” she whispered, pulling him closer by the neck. “Slow. I want to feel every inch of you.”

Richard stepped between her thighs, his hands sliding up her sides to cradle her face as he kissed her deeply, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. Selena moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him tight against her. His cock nudged her entrance, and she tilted her hips up to meet him, guiding him in with a soft, needy whimper. He entered her deliberately, inch by thick inch, letting her feel every ridge and pulse as he filled her completely.

Another Release

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she breathed, her head tipping back as he settled deep inside her. Their bodies pressed together, her bare breasts flattening against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive against his skin. Richard’s hands dropped to her hips, holding her steady as he began to move—slow, sensual thrusts that made her gasp with every roll of his hips. Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer, deeper. “Just like that,” she murmured, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Their eyes locked, the air between them thick with heat and unspoken promises, as he fucked her with a tenderness that burned as hot as their earlier frenzy. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered his name, their lovemaking a slow dance of passion that built toward another shattering peak.