Bruised Knees

So today Punk flew in. He arrived at the airport midmorning. I pulled my car up, Fleetwood Mac playing on the stereo. I pulled into the pickup bay, drove along and spotted him. Tight jeans, work shirt, sunglasses and a backpack. He'd traveled light.


He opened the door, climbed in, shoving his backpack into the backseat of my car. "Morning Miss" he greeted me. He looked me up and down. "You look good".


I turned and kissed him lightly and pulled out of the bay and started to drive towards his place. We sat in silence for a while. Him sipping a bottle of coke, I flicked through to a new album on my iPod. A put some Johnny Cash on, and as the songs about a pretty girl floated through my car, Punk squeezed my thigh. "I missed your smile, Miss" he said.


I flashed him a cheeky grin. We were paused at lights, waiting to turn onto the highway. He slid his hand up my smooth thigh, pushing my knee length dress up, stroking the outside of my panties. He reached over and grabbed my head and pulled my face towards his, kissing me hard. 


His fingers brushed lightly over my black lace g string, stroking my lips softly. I pulled onto the highway, Johnny Cash playing, my panties getting wet from the gentle stroking. As we hit the 100km mark, he slipped his fingers inside my panties, forcing one into my wet pussy. I focussed intently on the road ahead. Only 30 more minutes in the car to go. 


He slipped his finger in and out, brushing my clit gently. When things got too close to orgasm I touched his wrist lightly. I reached over and touched his hard cock through his tight jeans. I could tell he was ready to go.


I swung past to pick him up some breakfast from a cafe, then pulled my car into the driveway. We picked up our things, took them inside, setting our food down on the counter. We headed down the hall and he dropped his bag on his bed. I leaned against the wall of the hallway. He walked up to me, and grabbed my left hand with his, and pulled hard, causing me to spin. He pushed me, hard, between my shoulder blades so I fell a little forward, catching my shoulder on the door frame, so I was leaning against it, he smacked me hard. Over and over. I cried out and he kept spanking. He ran his fingers down the back of my g string, index finger hooked through. He pushed them to one side and unzipped his pants. He pushed down between my shoulder blades until I was bent over. He held his cock against my pussy and pushed in hard. 


He started fucking me hard. I leaned against the doorway, orgasms rolling over me. He grabbed my pony tail and dragged me back a step, then pulled my hair to the side so he could watch my orgasms roll over me. Halfway through an orgasm he pulled out and  looped his arms under mine pulling them back, slamming my chest into the wall. "Shouldn't have teased me while I was away Miss.".


He let go and walked to the kitchen, picked up the breakfast and ate on the couch. We ate slowly, chatting about the day ahead. We finished breakfast, allowing the TV to filter through re-runs of once-hit programs. He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. He kissed me softly, lifting my dress and stroking my clit. He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free, he lifted me slightly, aiming his hard cock at my wet pussy. He pushed my shoulders down, forcing me hard onto his cock, slapping my face, then spanking my ass hard. My already red ass cheeks stung, his repeated swats hurt. I was just pushing toward coming again when he grabbed my hair, and pulled it back hard. He whispered, his lips pressed hard against my neck "Alright Miss, hop off".


I complied reluctantly. I followed him to the shower, he stripped naked, and peeled my dress and bra off. I had a shower earlier, and had no desire to get wet. I watched him soap up and relax, I leaned over, resting my elbows on the counter. 


He got out of the shower and pressed down on my back, pushing my chest flat against the bathroom counter. He pulled my panties down, and pressed his cock against my still wet pussy, pulling away and pressing it against my ass. I made a noise to protest. "Shh Miss" he said gently. Pressing against my ass harder, holding his hard cock with one hand, he pushed... just opening up a millimetre. I moaned deeply and straightened my back a little. He pushed my face down, hand over my mouth. He pushed harder, I felt the head of his hard cock push through into my ass. I groaned with a little pain and a little pleasure. I tensed a little. He slapped my ass hard "Relax Miss" I tried to breathe as he pushed inside me hard. I gasped in and out. He started to fuck me hard. In and out, pounding away. He grabbed my shoulders and used them to fuck me as hard as he could. 


Suddenly he wrapped his forearm around my neck, lowering me down onto my knees on the floor of the bathroom. He started to fuck me hard from behind. "Come on Miss, I wanna hear you come hard" he instructed. I started to scream and come. My wetness dripped down my legs. He pushed my face down onto the bathroom floor, my knees moving on the wet tiles with each thrust. I was shaking and screaming and coming. He kept fucking me hard... unrelenting... the orgasms washed over me. I was just about to come again, and he pulled out without warning. He slapped me hard on the ass. I turned around, ready to suck his cock, or take a load all over my face. "Not yet Miss" he said. He patted my left cheek softly, I blushed.


We got in the shower, it took a moment for the water to run warm. He caught me under my elbow, and spun me and pushed me flat against the tiles. He pushed my chest into the wall with his arm, and used his free hand to guide my hips out so that my ass was pointing out, but my chest still flat against the wall. 


"One" he whispered. Forcing one finger inside my wet pussy. 
"Two" I started to moan. "You're getting wetter Miss" he said fucking my pussy with his fingers.
"Three" he whispered into my ear, and I felt a third finger trying to force it's way inside my pussy. Finally he worked it in. I felt tight and full. "Now, work it bitch" he said softly. I started to grind on his hand. I was moaning.
"Four" I gasped. He pushed shoved me harder against the wall, and I felt his fingers pull out a little. I felt his fourth finger pressed against my wet opening. I wanted to pull away. He pushed, it wasn't going to fit easily. He worked his fingers around, pushing them in and out, working the tip of all four in. Then he paused. The pause lasted for such a long time. Then he pushed hard. It hurt, it felt so good. I could have melted. He worked them around hard inside me. "There's a good girl" he whispered, and he pulled them out before I could come. He released me from being pinned against the wall. I gasped. He kissed me softly, running his hands over me under the running water. We got out of the shower and dried ourselves.


We ran a few menial errands, returning home after an hour or so's drive and a cup of coffee. We sat on the couch. Once again he pulled me on top of him. He pushed my panties to the side. He freed his cock from the constrains of his pants, pushing it straight into my pussy.


I was dripping wet. Desperate for more. Desperate to come again. Desperate to feel him come. I was kneeling, facing him, I started to grind back and forth on his cock, holding onto the back of the couch. He lay back and watched me. I was wearing my dress but he was staring at my tits, lifting my dress up from time to time watching his cock disappear into my wet pussy.


I rode him hard, I was aching, desperate. I pulled my feet up so they were on the couch and he could no longer resist. He grabbed my ass and was lifting me up and then pulling me down hard onto his cock. I was fucking him as hard as I could, my light brown hair sticking to my face, my breath ragged. He grabbed my throat hard, and with his other hand forced my hips down onto his cock. He came hard inside me. 


I kissed him softly and climbed up. He'd come a lot, and it immediately trickled down to my knee. I left him sitting back on the couch and I tidied up in the bathroom. I walked back and kissed him softly on the lips. 
"Thanks" I said in his ear. I picked up my bag and walked out the front door. He followed after me. I hopped in my car, started the engine, and gave a quick wave and left.