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would be obsessing over it the way I was. She was a married woman, as well as someone that employed me.  
    I didn’t want to wait until Monday. There was something about her that I couldn’t get out of my mind. I must have dozed off, because I woke to the sound of my roommates getting home. When I finally leaned over to turn off my light, I noticed that I had a text message. It was from an unknown number, but after viewing the message, I knew who sent it.  
    I wish you were fucking me right now, Sebastian.  
    I noticed the message had only been sent five minutes ago, so I took the chance and wrote back.  
    I have thought about fucking you all night.  
    I regretted sending the message, worried we shouldn’t be texting each other. Then my phone vibrated again. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I read it.  
    I love your cock and the way it feels when it’s inside of me.  
    I love the way you taste.  
    Mmm, you taste good too. I’m touching myself just thinking about you.  
    I didn’t know how to respond. Sure, I loved fucking the woman. Hell, I’d just beat off to the image of it, but how far was I willing to go?  
    I want you to do bad things to me, Sebastian.  
    Whatever you want, just name it. I would probably regret saying it, but it was the truth. She was the hottest vixen I’d ever been with and, after two encounters, I needed more. It didn’t matter that she belonged to someone else, in fact, I think that made the fantasy even hotter.  
    Tell me what you want to do me, Sebastian. I want to know while I finger my pussy.  
    I want to lick you, from your wet pussy all the way to your ass.  
    Oh, yes! Tell me more.  
    I want to stick my tongue deep into your pussy while you come in my mouth.  
    You will, Sebastian…Goodnight!  
     
    She stopped texting me after that, and, as disappointed as I was that our phone tryst had ended, I felt fully satisfied.  The truth was, I would have fucked this woman regardless of if I ever got paid again. She was a terrific piece of ass.  
     
    I didn’t hear from Mrs. Smith for the rest of the weekend, but I thought of her almost every second. I have, never in my life, been more excited to go to work on a Monday.  
    I don’t think anyone had been more excited about going to work on a Monday morning. The weekend was a blur after my text-capade with Mrs. Smith. Her naked body was cemented in my mind. Unlike any other time that I was scheduled to work at her house, I spent extra time getting myself ready. I made sure my face and pubic region were neatly groomed. I used about a half bottle of mouthwash, and even did the test where you breathe into your own hand. After changing my clothes twice, I decided I needed to leave or else I would be late.  
    The drive to her house seemed extra long. I knew it was from my anticipation to see her, but I just couldn’t wait. For the past two days, I had masturbated to thoughts of her naked body, her large breasts, and her tight pussy.    
    As I pulled up in the driveway of her exclusive private community, anxiety rushed through me. Maybe she felt embarrassed by what we had done; perhaps fucking me was something she wanted to put in the past. I decided I could not wait any longer, so I rang the doorbell once and proceeded to open the front door.  
    To my excitement, Mrs. Smith stood there in a robe, which was tied closed. “Sebastian! I’ve been expecting you.” She opened the door wider to allow me to walk into the house. Once inside, I had no idea what to expect. Did I take off my clothes, take off her clothes, or start cleaning something?  
    I could feel my face getting red, and I wasn’t really sure why. I had seen every part of this woman, licked every part of this woman, there was nothing to be embarrassed of.  
    With my supplies still in my hand, I turned to face her. “Good morning, Mrs. Smith. How are you today?” I asked.  
    “I am well, thank you for asking. Why don’t you get started