EroticReverie

Tatum - Two Weeks Later

Kash is giving me eyes across the room as I talk to some woman whom I've unfortunately already forgotten her name. It was Kash's birthday next week and he told me he didn't want to do anything on his birthday, so I may have found a little loop hole around the "don't do anything" on my birthday rule. By doing it on a day , that was indeed NOT his birthday. 

I ask Harriet, the maid I know best, as well as his secretary, that I've actually become fond of, even if I'm still a little jealous that she gets to spend all day near him, but I asked them for a list of his friends. I also invited his grandmother Gretta that I'd met at the art show, his cousin, and a few other relatives of his that were safe bets according to his cousin Rebecca who not only helped me plan the party, but also helped me with part of his gift, as well as setting me up with someone else who could help with the other part. 

I could tell her wanted to hate it the second he walked into the house after we went out to dinner, and found a bunch of people waiting for him to yell "Surprise!" , instead of taking me up to the sex room like he'd planned on. 

I'm wearing a simple red satin gown, the chest line dips, the fabric hanging in a low swoop, showing off my cleavage, and the back of it bare and low, the fabric also swooping down low, flirting with the chance of showing the beginning of my ass. It had been difficult to keep my hands to myself, and Kash's hands to himself the entire dinner and drive back. 

The way his eyes have been on me all night, narrowing slightly at times, I knew I was in for it once the party was over. Not only because I'd went against his "don't do anything for my birthday" rule, but because he now had to wait even longer to get the sex he had his heart, mind and cock set on all night.  I bite the side of my lip slightly as I stare at him, my nipples puckering in my dress as his simple glare makes my pussy damp with even more arousal and I swear I've got it slicked down to mid thigh right now since I'm panty free tonight. 

I politely apologize to the woman who is speaking to me when he gives me a look as if he can sense it, and when I walk away from the woman excusing myself to go upstairs and take care of the mess between my legs, he's at the bottom of the stairs right as I get to the top and I look over my shoulder, down at him and smile and then walk in the floor length satin gown to our bedroom, and he follows. 

"I told you not to do anything for my birthday." he says following me into the room as I pull up my dress and l go sit on the end of the bed. 

"It's not your birthday today, you shouldve been more specific." I say smartly with a little smirk and he unbuckles his belt and unzips himself as he walks over, his eyes on my bare pussy.

"You knew what I meant." he says. 

"You mad at me?" I ask, parting my legs wider and reach down to touch my pussy and he slaps my hand from it making me gasp as he grabs my wrist, and then the other and pins them over my head. 

"Furious." he says, and I dont believe him for a second with the hint of a grin on his face as he reaches down, grabbing his cock from his briefs and lining it up. 

"fucking pissed" he says and then thrusts forward hard, punishing me. 

My back arches and I cry out, not caring how loud I am, even though with the loud chatter of everyone downstairs and the music from outside and inside, I doubt anyone can hear me taking the birthday mans cock as he thrusts into me again, harder, making me scream out slightly and my legs wrap around him. 

"Kash!" I cry and he groans as my hands fights to free from his grip as his hips thrusts and pump hard into me. 

"shit" I gasp as my back stays arched and I just lay there, taking it, letting him use me, letting him do all the work as I just let my legs cling to him. 

"Spread your fucking legs, let me deep inside this cunt" he growls at me and I gasp and look up at him as my legs unravel from his body and I spread them and he grins. 

"Good girl, just like that" he grunts and the slap of his body against mine is obscene, and Im so god damn wet, and can feel my need for this man, soak his cock. 

"C'mon Tatum, spread those fucking legs" he growls at me as they start to close and I whimper. 

"Do I need to do it for you baby?" he groans and looks at me. 

"Keep your fucking hands above your head, you move them, and I swear you'll regret it" he warns me and I nod.

"Yes Kash" I say and her groans and kisses me hard and then stands and grabs my hips, bringing my ass to the edge of the bed, and his hands spreading me wide, his hands on my thighs as his cock slides in and out of my pussy. 

"fuck, you look so good" he groans, watching my pussy take him in and out. 

"Kash" I whimper. 

"You have always taken my cock so fucking well baby" he groans. 

"It was made for this pussy, wasnt it?" he asks and I nod with a little whimper. 

"All I wanted to do, was come home, and fuck this pussy" he groans. 

"You sneaky little bitch" he says and I smile and laugh slightly along with a moan and I arch my back as he thrusts harder again, his cock going deeper as his hips push harder against me and I moan with each thrust.

"Do you know what a fucking pervert I feel like having a raging fucking hard on with my grandmother in the fucking room Tate?" he asks and I laugh and he does a little too.

"Fuck" I moan with a laugh and he groans and throws my legs over his shoulder and leans forward, sliding his hands under my back, holding my shoulders as he braces on his elbows and forearms and gets deeper inside of me. 

"so you're gonna be a good girl and make it go away, you're gonna be a good girl and take my fucking cum deep in this pussy Tatum, and let it drip down your fucking legs while you walk around in this sexy fucking dress." he growls. 

"take care of my cock Tatum, make me fucking cum inside you, you made it this hard, now fucking fix it" he groans and I moan, clenching around him. 

"fuck me Kash" I moan. 

"fuck your slutty little stripper Kash" I tell him and he groans with a growl and I grab his face, kissing him hard as I let out tiny squeaks as he pierces me deep and I let out a tiny scream and he kisses my neck and groans against it. 

"fuck me harder" I cry and the sounds in the room are so dirty and obscene and I can smell our sex in the air as he fucks me into the mattress, pushing me up the mattress to get on the bed and I grab ahold of his suit jacket as he still pounds into me with my legs over his shoulders, and I smile, making him smile, as sweat forms at his hairline and brow. 

"god, i love the way you fuck me" I moan and he smiles more and kisses me again with a groan. 

"You feel so fucking good Kash" I whimper. "So damn good baby" I whine as my pussy pulses and he's digging against me with his thrusts and i'm cumming all over his cock seconds later, crying out as my legs shake violently  , and he groans and thrusts deeper , my eyes rolling back as he curses while my cunt clenches around him, pulsing, my orgasm ripping through my body as Kash makes me cum so hard I think I'll fucking go blind with how hard my eyes flutter and my body is a wreck, a shaking mess as he grabs my ankles and pushes them back even further, bending me in half and then holding me behind my knees as he brings them close my head and he looks down as he thrusts and my legs still tremble in his hold as I keep cumming.

"K-kash" I barely get his name out. 

"go on, you gorgeous fucking bitch, cum all over my cock like a good girl" he says through gritted teeth and I let out a scream as he fucks another wave of an orgasm through me and he grins proudly as he watches his cock make me fucking shake and make me speechless as he groans. 

"good fucking girl" he says, his hand slipping around my throat as my toes curl and my legs quake, he thrusts hard, deep, his thrusts jerking as he cums. Loudly. Groaning out loud as he curses and calls my name. 

I dont give him time to recover, I pull him down, my legs falling from his shoulders and going around him as he kisses me, both of us breathing heavily and I buck my hips as I wrap my legs around him, making him groan. 

"Don't stop" I pant. "Don't stop Kash, keep fucking me" 

"what about the party?" he grins against my mouth. 

I whimper. "Kash" I whine. 

"You're being a terrible hostess Tatum" he says , teasing me. 

"Fuck you, fuck me" I say demanding it as I buck against him again and he chuckles. 

"It's MY birthday, YOU fuck ME" he says and then scoops me up slightly and rolls us over so I'm ontop. 

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We're gone for almost a good thirty minutes before we return downstairs, a few knowing glances, that must notice the swollen look of our lips, or the wrinkles now in my dress, but nobody say anything and only Rebecca's his cousin gives me a shameless knowing smirk and cock of her brow.

Kash has his hand on the small of my back and it's like my body senses it, that something is off, and that's when I see through the main foyer at the front door opening, and in walks Jack. Kash's son. My ex. Immediately I tense as he stumbles through the door, clearly fucking drunk, and Kash notices the change in me and looks down to me, and follows my eyes and curses under his breath. 

"Kash, don't" I say , my fingers clutching his jacket. 

Did anyone even know the story? The scandalous way I'd met Kash? That he'd "taken" me from his son ? That Kash found me stripping and hasn't let go of me since? My stomach turns and I suddenly wish I had NOT invited all these people here tonight. 

Not only does Jack smirk once his drunken eyes land on my horrified face and his fathers angry scowl. But he has Stella, my ex roomate with him, and she's drunk and laughing at the scene they're causing as people look on horrified and she gives me an evil drunk, satisfied smirk. So what, I fucked her boyfriend. It'd be a big deal if she hadn't already been fucking Jack behind my back before that. As far as I was concerened me and her, were even. Me and Jack on the other hand....I slept with his father. Was DATING his father. Living with his father.  But he'd attacked me that day upstairs, I didn't feel bad for him anymore. But that didn't matter. Because he was clearly still feeling bad for himself as he plucks a champagne glass from the round table of glasses, knocking over at least a dozen in the process, calling ALL the attention to him as he raises it in a "Cheers" to us silently. 

"Happy Birthday Dad!" he yells as lifts the glass to his mouth, downing it in one go as Stells giggles and watches him hanging all over him. 

"I'd have brought a gift" Jack says, everyone silent, as Kash starts to leave me to walk over to his son, to probably forcibly remove himself. 

"But you're already fucking my ex girlfriend!" He yells loud enough for all to hear and instantly, I feel my entire body flush red. My cheeks heating. Fuck. 

Kash is storming towards him. 

"You don't mind use up pussy though do you?" Jack says, as Kash grabs him by the collar, Stella screeching as Kash drags his drunk son outside. 

I stand there. Mortified, feeling the eyes of all the guests on me. Rebecca, his cousin reaches out a hand and touches my arm. 

"Maybe you should go wait upstairs" she whispers kindly. "I'll take care of everyone down here." 

Bless her, but I already have tears streming down my cheeks and I watch as Stella plucks a glass of champagne of the table. 

"Not only did she fuck his dad...she fucked my boyfriend too...and the security guard at the strip club she worked at" Stella says smugly, laying all of my shit bare. 

"all within what...a weeks time Tatum?" Stella says and fuck, I want to rip her hair out. How did SHE get to be mad at ME? She was screwing Jack all along! 

All of the older people stare on in horror, people wanting to make a run from this highly uncomfortable situation. But then they'd have to go out front, where god knows what scene Jack is making out there. 

This is...a fucking nightmare.