I think you know by now that dirty smut is a bit of a trait for my writing, well attempt to writing.

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SPOV

OMG. That's the only way to describe what happened. So I really seduced Eric today, like all day, and then pushed the stop button in the elevator so I convince him to fuck me then and there. I was probably grinning like a fool and looking all sexed up, but hey, a girl don't get fucked that way every day…

Luckily my orgasm jar was full, I had to use it shortly later. Hadley was standing at my door, throwing every swear at me she could remember. After the swearing was done, she pushed little Hunter in my arms and said 'She was busy for a couple days'. I really had to make work to get custody over Hunter, this was running out of hands a long time ago.

He was the only one I really had left, sorry for not calling Hadley 'family', but that's for understandable reasons. Our Aunt Linda, she died when we both were teenagers. I lost my own parents and brother when I was seven in a car crash. So Hadley and I, grew up with Gran. I still can't believe how she could do that. First she raised a set of children of her own, and then after she had lost them, she had to raise her only two living grandchildren. She never complained about that despite her age she raised, first one little girl, and afterwards, a couple years later, she got a second teenager to look after.

We luckily didn't have to worry about money. We sold the houses of both my parents and aunt Linda's, so gran could use that money to make the ends meet. The day Gran heard Hadley ran away from rehab, she got a stroke and died immediately, that was four years ago.

Afterwards I called the cops a couple times, when she was with me to beg for her drugs money, but she always saw me through and ran away before the cops could get her back to the rehab.

After high school, I went to college, and stand where I am now: having a good job and owning my own penthouse.

Hadley only got bad boyfriends during high school, and since then it only went down. Bad boyfriends became a pimp, and a joint became serious hard drugs. I still don't understand Hunter is the little baby he is now, being nestled in such a suicidal environment for 9 months. It was already for sure that it was one little though fellow.

Thinking this all through, I had already chanced his diaper, putted on a fresh romper and pajamas and was now warming a large bottle. He emptied the bottle in a record time. After some yawns, being nice and clean, warm and with a full tummy, he fell asleep against my chest.

Ones he was in his crib, I thoroughly showered to get Eric of my skin, took some dinner out the freezer and into the oven and nursed a glass of red wine and an ice pack on the couch with me.

I went to bed early, the day had exhausted me and little Hunter would demand another bottle somewhere tonight.

The next morning… 8.15 Am

Hunter was barely five minutes awake when the doorbell rang. Someone must have let the person in at the front door, because they rang directly at the door. When I peeked through the door I saw it was Eric. Off course it was Eric, even Amelia has the common decency to wait until a presentable hour to come over.

I unlocked the door and received a smirk when he saw me standing… barefoot, the worst bedhead in a decade and still in my lacy babypink camisole and boyshort I wore as pajamas, Hunters bottle still in hands.

I huffed at him, grabbed the coffee in a to go cup out of his hands, handed him the bottle in return and took a long drink before I stepped to let him in.

'Do you always open the door like this ,Princess?' He asked me, smirk still present on his face. He went over to Hunter, which was strapped onto his little relax cushion, happily blowing bubbles with his own spit. He took him out and started a conversation in baby talk with him. How on earth can you be angry at a guy who voluntarily allows your baby nephew to leak all over him?

'No, I usually comb my hair first', I replied a bit laughingly. 'Sorry for my bad mood, just woke up and everything.' We were silent for a couple minutes. Eric was feeding Hunter his bottle , while I was slurping the black gold that was going to do miracles for my morning mood. 'She dumped him yet again?' He stated. 'Yeah, Monday I have an appointment by the authorities to obtain custody over him, then I know at least what to expect when I come home. What are you actually doing here? Can't you wait 'till later this afternoon to attack my poor girlie parts again?

He laughed at that comment. 'When I told you I wanted to exercise with you , I actually meant go out and work out. I planned on taking you jogging.'

Same question, Eric: ' What are you doing here, and why couldn't it wait until this afternoon?'

'It's already halfway to noon for me Sook.' He replied. 'I'm already done with half my workout session for today.' He explained. 'Halfway through your workout session?' I asked him. 'Yeah, I go about three times per week to the gym, IT-guys aren't know for their toned bodies you know.'

He let me know. 'Yeah I know, been there, done that.' I could start to see the humour in pathetic Billy boy. 'So you lift halters and pull weights and things?' My curiosity was prickled now.

The idea of muscled men puffing and moaning while they were doing something ridicule like working weights never occurred to me. Eric chanced that point of view now for once and for all.

I would wake up at any hour to see Eric work out, working these gorgeous arms of his, seeing his muscles ripple underneath his skin… sweat dripping down from his toned body. My morning mood definitely was over now, in fact my body was tingly and very alive right this moment.

I needed a subject change, or I would jump him. I told him we couldn't go jogging. 'Why not?' he asked 'Not having a jogging attire isn't a plausible explanation, you know.' He looked at me sideways. 'No, I have clothes to jog, but little Hunter here, isn't really a runner already.

'All thought through' he let me know. He went to the front door, went into the hallway. He pushed in a carrycot with funny looking wheels. 'I borrowed it from my sister, it's actually a running carrycot. You can come with me, and little Hunter here also has some fresh air. Win- win situation.' 'You're so high-handed, you know, but it's actually a great idea.' I smiled at him. My mood was lifting in little stages, it's weird how Eric could have this effect on me. 'Maybe you can go and get dressed, I'll take care of dressing Hunter here. Don't shower, it would be double work because you'll be sweaty all over.' I pulled on some sportsbra and plain cotton panties under a black wifebeater and some yogapants. I didn't really have running shoes but I presumed some good sneakers would do the job just as well. Eric was wearing some sweats and a hoodie, so I decided to wear a pink zip up hoodie as well.

The site before my eyes in the living room made my heart flutter. A man dressing a 5 weeks old baby boy is cute as hell. When I came closer I saw he was dressing him in a mini black track suit with a golden line at the side. 'So,the little gentleman is ready to go' he told me, after putting his little socks on. The carrycot's inside was nice,warm and soft on its own, we didn't need a blanket, we even could strap him in for safety. 'Can I shower here afterwards?'

'Yeah, maybe we can hang out afterwards .' I suggested. He pulled out his backpack out from the basket between the wheels, putted it on the couch and pulled his Ipod out. 'Grab yours too, maybe we can switch, it's always nice to hear some different things.'

Hunter was all wrapped in, we were ready to go so we went. We walked the way to the park, talking animated while Eric was pushing the carrier. 'What are the people going to think of us?' I asked him.

Not really wondering about what other people thought, but the glances we got by the by passers was a bit odd. 'Well they are going think that although the baby still is a really young one, his mommy is really good in shape, and nice and tight. And his daddy is just one hot stud.' After that comment he gave me a sideways wink and a peck on the cheek. I pulled him closer to lay the mother of all kisses on him. Once we came up for air I informed him that you should play the act well if you play it.

At the entrance of the park he told me to put it on shuffle, after selecting the first song. I got an idea and putted Aerosmith on with 'love in an elevator'. We started to jog on my rhythm while he kept pushing Hunter. He was careful to avoid bumps and little wells. When the refrain came up he started to sing along. Loud.

It was pretty funny to listen to. My own music was something with lots of bass, according to him, it was perfect work out music and I had to admit that is was stimulating to go faster. After half an hour of sweating and puffing we called it a day. Hunter had been sleeping for the previous 20 minutes or so. Eric showed me how to stretch properly, he off course assisted me way more than necessary. It involved some serious ass grabbing.

While I was still catching my breath, Eric didn't seem to be effected by the exercise at all, he didn't even sweat. When I asked him how that came, he told me he went 3 times a week for a 4 miles run. Okay, I was impressed. He handed me a bottle of water and a towel out of the basket while he pointed out a bench.

EPOV

Jogging with Sookie was fun, It was a lot slower than my usual pace, but having some company made up for it. The song she selected 'Love in an elevator' showed me she really had a good sense of humor. She could have easily kicked me out with stroller and everything, the fact she would let me shower at her place. I was probably over evaluating her actions but I really liked Sookie, and I wanted her to like me too.

One day, I wanted to love this woman, and hoped fiercely that she would love me back one day. The pieces of her heart weren't glued back together again, but I hoped to be her savior, not her rebound.

I got caught out of my train of thoughts by a very familiar voice, a voice I didn't really wanted to hear right know. My annoying little sister didn't need to know I met someone new.

'Hey Eric, are you voluntarily sweating again? I see you brought yourself a nice piece of meat.' Pams voice never hiding the sarcasm she was carrying with her. She eyed Sookie as ifshe lay in a butchers cooler.

I cracked a smile when I heard Sookie reply: 'Eric, who is this big mouthed bitch?'

'This, Sookie is my little sister Pamela, Pamela, this is my friend, Sookie.'

'Mmm, keep her around Eric, I like this one. Have to go now, I have a date with my new girlfriend.'

After that she winked at Sookie and turned on her Louboutin heels.

Sookie turned towards me. 'Is that seriously family of yours?'

EPOV

After I stopped laughing about Sookie's comment I told her she actually was my younger sister, Pam. Although I was raised by two hippies disguised as parents, Pamela came out of it like this.

That comment made Sookie laugh. I loved the way she laughed. Call me pussy whipped already, it's probably true.

The walk back to her place was one in a comfortable silence. Hunter was awake and a little hungry, so while Sookie went into a little store for some ingredients for a quick lunch I took my new little friend out of his stroller. 'That, my friend,' I told him while looking at Sookie through the window off the shop, pointing at her , ' Is your auntie Sookie. Wonderful little thing if you ask me. Pretty soon, she's gonna be your fulltime mommy… Maybe I can become you're fulltime daddy one day.'

'Are you already corrupting Hunter? 'No, merely some male bonding', I answer Sookie.

That way we walk home again, Sookie pushing the stroller, with one arm I'm supporting the baby against my chest with his little head on my shoulder. The other is around Sooks waist.

The walk back to her apartment could go on for hours for me, but sadly we were there in like 15 minutes.

'Hand me the stroller sweetheart', I told her. Folding it was a bit tricky but I managed it just fine, so I could take it upstairs for her.

Once upstairs, I didn't know what to tell her. Was I to forthcoming with her, I knew she needed time to think and …

'A penny for your thoughts.' She interrupted me, the door opened and a wry smile on her face. 'Sookie,' I started ' If you don't want me to stay I can always go back to my place, don't feel obliged to let me stay.

A small smile forms on her face, and tugs my hoodie for me to come in. 'Silly you,' She answers me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. 'Off course I want you around. Talking with you is fun, you make me forget my problems, Eric.'

'I don't just want to talk to you Sook.' I inform her with a smirk taking over my mouth. 'Nor do i.' she confesses.

After that, I almost race inside, startling her by shutting the door a tid to hard.

'Okay , Do you shower first? Then I make some lunch, and afterwards I'll hit the shower.' While saying this she's already working me towards the bathroom, barely giving me a chance to grab my things.

While waiting for the water to warm up I'm asking myself if I'm thinking too much about the situation. Of course, that's even more ridiculous, but the thought seems to spin over and over through my head. I take my thinking material with me under the shower and by the time me and my dreads are thoroughly clean and rinsed, I came to a solution. We told each other to take things as they came, nice and simple.

It seems as if it's just now setling inside my brains. We'll just have fun together, no pressure. Since I forgot an extra pair of boxer briefs, I'm only wearing a pair of sweats and a white wifebeater.

Lunch with Sook was great, she seems to be able to make a great meal just with a few ingredients, now that, my friend, is an art. She blushes, and can't seem to hide the smile when I tell her just that. Just like the fact we both can't help ogling each other, apparently.

Hunter is taking a big big nap through our lunch, and afterward I tell her to take a shower and let me take care of the kitchen cleaning. This gets rewarded with a sweet smile and a sweet lingering kiss. I wink and tell her to 'get that pretty, stinky ass to the shower, so I can make it dirty all over.' This gets emphasized with a squeeze in said ass.

SPOV

The shower was almost heaven. The only thing missing was a big, dreadlocked Viking. At this thought I smirked at myself. I made quick work in cleaning myself, washing my hair and conditioning it. A tank top and my naughty sponge hot pants, no bra, no panties. Those two things were quick enough to get out of again.

Coming out of my room, I saw he was making himself at home on my couch. feet on the coffee table, tv tuned on discovery channel, a big glass of sweet tea on the side table and apparently crocheting his dreads? Silently I sat next to him, zapping through the channels, taking a sip of his glass before I could come up with the right comment for him.

'My Gran learnt me to crochet with wool, but that's personal taste I suppose.' That little comment earned me a quirked eyebrow and a smirk, before he explained that to make pretty, smooth and even dreads the little lose hairs needed to be threaded back in. And the easiest way was by pulling them back in, by a crochet hook, which he showed me. 'How long do you have them already?' I asked him. 'Hmm, dad helped me make them back when I was 16, so about 15 years.' He told me. Another thing he told me was when his hair wouldn't be dreaded, it would be three times as long, and his hair already came halfway to his back.

We had a real nice time that afternoon on the couch. We watched some tv, and I even helped him a bit with a few strands in the back which were hard to reach. I nestled myself close to him, one leg thrown over his, my head in the nice crook by his shoulder. After a refill of sweet tea I decided to get myself some nice couch nookie.

Pulling my shorts a bit higher, the underside of my ass was totally on display, the seem was doing miracles to display my pussy lips to him. Bending over to set the glass down on the coffee table should do the trick I debated with myself. So bending I did. Legs straight, folding over, ass juted out right before his face.

'Stay still'. He commended me in a low voice.

Who am I to argue with him on this? I asked him, after all. So I stay put, only putting my hands flat on the coffee table for a bit of stability. He pushes my legs a bit open. The small piece of fabric covering my mound the only thing between him and the spot in need him to touch so bad.

He knows it too well. His big hands stroking up from my ankles, slowly tickling his way up to my knees. Stroking up and down, ever so slowly. Teasing me, making me quiver with anticipation. 'You naughty girl, dressing like that before me, barely covered.' His hands are now making there way up, way to slowly, massaging my thighs, pushing them even further apart. He is driving me crazy, my legs are already quivering and ready to give out underneath me.

'First you say I can't take you 'cause your pussy's still aches from getting fucked by my fat cock yesterday.' He growls out. Slapping my right butt cheek, not to hard, but leaving a sweet sting nonetheless, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

'Now you're offering yourself to me like a little slut.' Slap on the left cheek. If it wasn't him talking this dirty to me, I would probably be scared.

'You love it don't you, me slapping your ass like this?' he whispered in his dominant tone. All the answer I could manage was a whimper. It earned me four more slaps on my ass. 'Answer me, you little slut, otherwise I stop doing what I'm doing.' He threatened me, spitting out the words.

Very quickly I answered him ' I love it, Sir, please don't stop.'

Apparently that was all the encouragement he needed. After a couple more slaps he informs me 'That pretty little ass of yours is such a pretty shade of red right know.' One of his large hands comes around the front, grabbing the front of my little shorts just at the beginning of my crotch , the other hand at the other side of the offending piece of fabric. He pulled slightly at both sides, the seem teasing my folds, make them disappear between my folds.

Moving them back and forward, stimulating my clit with my little shorts. Soaking them with my juices, showing me who is the boss. He hadn't even touched my pussy, and I was already on the brink of that golden edge called orgasm.

Before I could put my mind to that, his hands were gone.

'Undress.' Was his comment. I didn't even think about contradicting him. I Turned around and pulled of my tank and wiggled out of my hotpants. See, no underwear equals quickly naked. Quickly naked equals faster fucked. Or so I thought. Eric sat back in the cough, fully dressed. His erection was very visible in his low slung sweats, the head of his cock peaking out above the elastic of his pants. 'Yes sweetheart, that's what you do to me, you drive me crazy with that little pussy of yours.' He let me know when he caught my gaze. One long moment our eyes linked.

His almost black from the lust his were radiating, mine probably mirroring. 'Sit down.' Again, no question but a command. I quickly sat myself down on the coffee table right in front of him, legs open, offering myself to him, silently pleading him. He grabbed the table, dragging in closer toward him. He took each of my legs, putting them on the outside of his. 'Play with your nipples, Sweety.'

His tone became softer, his eyes almost pleading. He needed me as much as I need him, maybe even more. Who am I to say no? So I touched myself, stroking my breast at first, putting out a game for him. Kneading my big breasts in my small hands, the flesh spilling out in between my slender fingers. Stroking my buds with my fingers, first slowly, afterwards rapid. The small buds pebbling into rock hard raspberries. Pulling and pinching them in between thumb and index finger. Rolling them, trying to make them harder. Only for him, always for him.

'Finger your pussy, baby, finger fuck your pussy for me.' His voice hoarse, begging me to continue.

I allow my hands to travel down my stomach, south to my wet lily. The juices of my womanhood are flowing, covering my thighs. Lips swollen and opened, inviting him in, tempting him to take her. I stroked my lips, teasing them, teasing Eric. He has already lowered his sweatpants, taking his solid member in hand, stroking himself languidly with his eyes trained on my lower parts. Stroking slowly. My clitoris hard and begging to be touched. I'm only a servant today, so I touch her. Drawing tight circles with one hand, opening my lips further with the other. Showing him what I'm doing, inviting him to take over. ' Baby, did I tell you to play with my nub? I told you to fuck yourself with those fingers of yours. My well lubed fingers going to the entrance of my cunt. I inserted one finger inside, feeling my inner muscles clench around my single digit. Slowly I move them in and out. Wet noises filling the air. 'More?' I ask him. He just nods, stroking in the same rhythm as I push my fingers in and out. I insert a second finger, moving faster, he follows me. 'More?' I ask again. 'Stretch that little hole of yours. Stretch her so I can fuck you nice and hard lover, just like you love it.'

So I did. Pushing my ring finger in, together with my other fingers. 'It's so tight baby, it squeezes so tight.' He pulled the table even closer to him, stroking my little bundle of nerves with his hand. Pushing me right over the edge. After I came down for my high, panting, being a quivering mess. He told me to give him my fingers. I offer them to his opened mouth. He sucks them, licking them, removing all the essence I can give to him.

After my legs don't exist out of elastics anymore, I push the coffee table a bit back, so I can kneel between the table and the couch. He sees what I'm doing and assist me with putting some cushions on the floor. I kneel and go immediately to work. I lick the head of his thick erection. The tip of my tongue going through his slit, collecting his precum and savoring its taste. Licking the pounding vein on the underside of his member. His hands are firmly holding on to my hair, guiding me deeper down. One hand holding his balls, softly kneading , weighing them in my hand. Filled with his thick seed, ready for me to milk out of him. I resumed taking his head in my mouth. Circling him with my tongue. Sucking softly where the head connects to the rest of his length.

His hands pushing me further down was my cue. I took him in as far as I could, sucking my cheeks hollow around his length, allow him to push and pull my head. He never goes to deep, making me gag. Still in the throes of passion he was attentive not to hurt me, and actually that wanted me to please him harder. I relaxed my throat, and when he hit the back of my throat I swallowed, allowing him to push into my throat.

An approving sound coming rumbling out from his chest. He pulled back and repeated the action every time. Swallowing him wasn't easy, but I managed every time a bit better. After a couple minutes he was able to slide himself entirely in, my mouth now connected to his crotch. I made swallowing motions around him, the moans and grunts coming from him telling me he was enjoying every moment of it. He hold my head firmly between his hands, pushing up in me, fucking me in the mouth. The fact that I could do all this to him made me feel powerful and even more aroused.

'I'm coming baby, I'm coming.' Eric started to chant, so I sucked even more enthusiast. His grip on my hair got so hard it became painful, before I could motion him to stop, he swelled even more and shot his load down my throat, I couldn't even taste him. After licking him clean, I noticed his member didn't go soft, after an orgasm like that, it was absolutely remarkable. He smirked down at me, lifted me up under my arms while he stood, and throwing me over his shoulder all cavemen style and took me to the bedroom. My giggling was stilled by another slap on my behind. 'It's still red lover, he noticed.' Giving me a kiss on my thigh. He threw me down on the bed, make me bounce up and down a little, make me giggle only harder. He was all business, going over to the bed stand, quickly grabbing a condom, ripping the foil and rolling it on like a pro. His pants and wife beater had disappeared by magic it seems. He pushed my legs open, kneeled in between them, dragged my knees over his shoulders and filled me up in one trust. That made me cry out in surprise. Not giving me the time to adjust, he started to pump wildly into me. With every trust he stroked my g-spot by going in and out. The cries and moans only spurred him on. His head pushing hard against my cervix with every of his deep pushes. The pain and pleasure mingling together into pure bliss, make me come again. He drawled it out by fucking me further in the same steady pace as before. He literally fucked me from one orgasm into another.

He didn't give me time to relax, instead he rolled me over, pulling me up by the hips, setting me on my knees, driving into me again, able to go even deeper. 'Your so tight baby, I'm going to drill you into two pieces!' I planted my elbows firmly in the mattress, griping the bed sheets. One of his hands firmly on my hips, pushing and pulling me onto him,holding me so tightly he would surely leave bruises.

His other hand making a makeshift ponytail and wrapping it around its hand, pulling my head back. If I thought he fucked me hard before, I don't know how to call this. Going on like this, and he would fuck me to pieces, probably more than two. He went so deep inside, I was sure he was bruising my ovaries. I could only pant at the time, so did Eric.I was never fucked so hard in my life. I loved every moment of it. My knees were giving out underneath me. Because of that he loosened his hand in my hair, holding both hips in his hands. My umptheet orgasm washed over me, my muscels pulling Eric inside me, I felt him swell and shoot his thick semen inside my cunt.

He pulled out, and kneeled behind me and felt him kiss and lick my thoroughly fucked pussy. As rough as he was only moments ago, so sweet and caring was he now. He suckled my clit lightly, licked up and down my slit, teasing his tongue in and out of my tired channel. Inserting carefully one finger, stroking the spongy bit at the underside, pushing me once more over the edge. He placed me gently on my back. Allowing me to come down from my high.

EPOV

That was seriously the best sex ever. I was scared I had hurt my little goddess, her but seeing the tired, satisfied smile glowing up her face. I kissed her forehead, after asking her if I didn't hurt her. She reasoned that so many orgasm don't come out of something painful. Relieved, I went to the bathroom to get rid of the filled condom. I cleaned myself up, and took a washcloth and towel for sookie.

My little minx was still sprawled on the bed the way I left her.

Her blond hair surrounding her head like a hallow made of sunlight, her smile still firmly on her face, her eyes twinkling. I took care of cleaning her up, and gave her an earth shuddering kiss.

'Thank you, lover.' I whispered. She pulled my head back down for another kiss, but before we could drown in it again, we heard a cry from another room.

I pulled back and told her ' You relax a bit and change the sheets, Sweety, I take care of the baby.' Right before I walked out of the room I turned my head and asked her: 'Do you need an icepack?'

The sound of her beautiful air filled the air once more. We exercised definitely enough for one day if you ask me!