A Song of MILFs and Trouble Chapter 3 (Patreon)

The next day, Daemon was getting ready to go see Ashara when he heard his phone ring.  Picking it up, he noticed that it was her.

“Hey Ashara,” he said.

“Daemon, hi,” Ashara replied. “I’m glad you picked up.”

“Is something wrong?” Daemon asked.

“No, I just have to cancel today,” Ashara said. “Something came up, and I’m headed out of town for the day.”

“Oh,” Daemon said, disappointment creeping into his voice. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah,” Ashara said.

“Listen, there was something that I wanted to talk to you about,” Daemon said.

“Before you do, there’s something I need to mention,” Ashara said. “I’ve been thinking, and I think that it’s going to be pretty suspicious if you keep coming over here day in and day out.”

Daemon chuckled, saying, “that’s actually what I was going to talk about.”

“Great minds,” Ashara laughed. “So, I met someone in the neighborhood who needs help with her...”

She cut out then.

“Ashara?” Daemon asked.

“...with her husband being so much older and hurt, he just can’t keep up anymore.” Ashara continued.

“Sorry, Ashara,” Daemon said, “but I didn’t hear that middle bit.”

“Hmm?” she asked. “I went through a tunnel, so maybe it cut out.  I was saying that she needs a lot of the same help that I did.

“With her yard?” Daemon asked, only for the call to end.

He sighed and thought better of trying to call back.  He had hoped to talk to her about Cersei and what had happened, but they clearly wouldn’t have time today.  It sounded like she had had a similar thought to the one the blonde had expressed: that it would seem strange if he kept doing work for her as often as he had been all summer.  He doubted that Ashara had quite the same solution in mind, but…

“...with her husband being so much older and hurt, he just can’t keep up anymore.”

“Surely she doesn’t mean for me to go give this woman that kind of help,” Daemon murmured to himself.  Just as he said that, he heard his phone ding and looked to see a text from Ashara.

Pulled over to text.  I’m not sure what’s up with my phone.  Her name is Lynesse Mormont, and she lives at 26 Goodwood Drive.  See what you can do; she seemed pretty tense.  She hoped you could come by early today.

Ashara

Daemon smiled at the text.  Ashara never texted like a normal person, preferring longform messages,and he had come to find the quirk adorable.  The text also did nothing to help him figure out if he was going over to do yard work or if he had actually been pimped out by his lover.  He doubted it was the latter, but he had essentially worked as a gigolo yesterday, so nothing would truly shock him at this point.  As Daemon went to open the front door, his mother walked up behind him.

“Daemon?” she asked.

“Mum?” he asked, turning to her.

“Are you going to Ashara’s?” she asked.

“No,” Daemon replied. “A neighbor of hers needs some work done, and I’m headed over there.”

“Oh,” his mother said, “that’s the third person you’ve done work for now.  What are they getting you to do?”

“Yard work, help around the house, general stuff,” Daemon said, shrugging and hoping that she’d drop it. “Mostly whatever they’re willing to pay me for.”

“I’ve hardly seen you lately,” she commented, “but you seem to be doing a lot better.”

“Amazing what getting laid can do for you,”Daemon thought to himself.

“You were right,” he said. “I needed to get out of the house and find something else to focus on.  I’ve barely thought of...what happened in weeks.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she said, beaming. “Text me if you’ll be home for lunch.”

“I probably won’t be,” he said.  He had made a decent chunk of change the other day, and pizza sounded great just then.

“Alright, well, I’ll see you tonight,” his mother said, kissing his cheek. “I really am happy to see you feeling okay again.  You were starting to worry me for a bit.”

“I’m good, really,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

With that, he grabbed his keys and left.  The address that Ashara had sent him wasn’t far, and it was a beautiful day, so the walk would be nice.

*****

“Fuck me” was the only thing that popped into Daemon’s head as Lynesse Mormont opened her front door.  She was absolutely beautiful, with long, pale blonde hair and stunning blue eyes.  Her heart-shaped face and full lips honestly reminded him of his aunt Daenerys.  She was older than him, probably about a decade or so, but younger than Ashara or Cersei.

“Can I help you?” she asked.  Even her voice was pretty.

“Actually, I’m here to help you,” Daemon said, smiling. “I’m Daemon.”

“Oh, the one that the woman down the street mentioned,” Lynesse said, relaxing visibly.  She looked him up and down quickly before adding, “she didn’t mention you were such a hunk.”

“She didn’t warn me of how beautiful you are either,” Daemon replied before he could think.  Wondering if he had misheard Ashara earlier, when the other woman mentioned Lynesse was married, he glanced down at her left hand and found the ring.

“Such a charmer too,” she said with a mischievous smile, which quickly dimmed. “Well, I do have a fair bit of work that needs doing.  If you head around the side of the house, you won’t have to take your shoes off.  I’ll meet you at the back porch.”

He nodded and walked around the house, noting how long the grass was along the path.  It had nothing on the backyard itself, which looked like it had been untouched for weeks.  He spotted Lynesse standing on her porch, looking over the yard, and scowling.

“We were hoping to stain the deck this year,” she commented, “but my husband threw his back out a few weeks ago, and we’ve been unable to get that done or even mow the grass.  I’m afraid that I’m not built for manual labor.”

She certainly wasn’t; the petite and dainty little thing that she was.

“Is he okay?” Daemon asked, wanting to gauge their relationship.

“He’s recovering,” she sighed. “His back isn’t stopping him from working or going out drinking with the boys afterward, just helping out around here.”

“I’ve stained a deck before, but I can’t imagine it’s that difficult,” Daemon said.  He could always watch a video to see if there was more to it than he imagined, but he doubted that.

“It’s not complicated,” Lynesse said, “but it can be tiring work.  Shouldn’t be an issue for someone as young and strong-looking as you, of course.”

“Well,” Daemon replied, flexing as subtlety as he could, “I’m up for whatever you need.”

“I’m sure,” she practically purred in response. “I’ll have to buy the stain, so we can’t do that today, but if you could mow the grass and clean the deck, that would be perfect.  I’ve been keeping up with the front lawn, but I just couldn’t bring myself to take care of the rest.”

“Certainly,” he said. “Where’s your lawn mower?”

“It’s in the shed,” Lynesse replied. “It’s one of those ones with a cord you have to pull a few times to get it going.  We also have a power washer in the garage, so I’ll unlock the door for you.  It’s in a cupboard along the wall on the right side, next to my car.  I’ll be in the living room, so come find me when you’re done, or if you have any questions.”

Daemon watched her go, his gaze drawn to her wonderfully tight-looking arse, perfectly displayed in the yoga pants she was wearing.  He shook his head and walked over to the shed, pulling the lawnmower out to examine it.  He was silently thankful that it wasn’t manual like Ashara’s, as Lynesse’s backyard looked larger.  He tugged on the pull cord a couple times before the engine roared to life and was glad that he wouldn’t have to top it up, at least at first.

As Daemon moved methodically around the backyard, he considered his latest employer.  She was stunning; there was no doubt about that, but she was also married.  He couldn’t help but compare her to the other married blonde woman he had met the day before.  Physically, the two had little in common besides their hair color, and even then, Cersei’s was a deep gold while Lynesse’s was far lighter.  There was a pixie-like quality to Lynesse, who was short and thin, whereas Cersei was taller and fuller-figured.  Lynesse was beautiful but also distinctly cute, something that could hardly be said of the more statuesque and regal Cersei.  There was also a mischievous glint in her eye that Daemon swore was somehow familiar, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on who she reminded him of.

That she was married should have given him pause, and to an extent it did, but for all Daemon knew, her marriage was as fucked up and bad as Cersei’s.  He wouldn’t have even considered hitting on women with boyfriends or husbands before, but he had soured on the idea of relationships in general lately and figured that if women like Cersei were willing to cheat with him, they would cheat with someone else if he decided to be noble.  He thought about what his late uncle would say, but that got him thinking about Robb, something that he really didn’t want to do in general.

“Fuck it,” he thought to himself. “I’m not about to hit on Lynesse, but if she comes on to me, I’m not turning her down.”

Taking care of the long grass didn’t take long with the gas-powered mower, and soon enough, he was putting it away and heading over to the garage to find the power washer.  As he passed the front window, he spotted Lynesse doing yoga in the living room.  She was facing away from him, bent over, as she stretched and held what instantly became his favorite yoga pose.  Daemon had to will himself to look away and continue on towards the garage.

“Fuck, she’s hot,” he thought to himself.

The power washer wasn’t hard to find, being exactly where Lynesse had said, and as Daemon had actually used one before, he wasn’t concerned about needing help.  After taking a moment to figure out how that specific model worked, he got to work and cleared away the dirt from the deck.  He didn’t know if he would need to do so again by the time Lynesse got her hands on the stain, but if so, it would be an even less time-consuming job.  Once he was done, Daemon put away the powerwasher and headed inside.

“Mrs. Mormont?” Daemon asked.

“Oh, please call me Lynesse,” she pleaded as she walked into the room.

“Lynesse,” he corrected, “the grass is mowed and the deck is clean.”

“Already?” she asked. “That was quick.”

“It wasn’t all that much,” Daemon said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, you just used two pieces of machinery to deal with an oversized backyard and a deck that hadn’t been cleaned in quite a while,” Lynesse said dryly. “Thank you.  Things have been piling up lately, and it’s nice to be able to say that any of them have been dealt with.”

“Anything you need help with, let me know,” Daemon said.

Lynesse bit her lower lip and looked as though she was considering something carefully for a moment.

“You know,” she finally said, “there is one other thing I could use your help with.”

“Oh?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” Lynesse said, “it’s just upstairs.”

“Lead the way,” Daemon said.

Lynesse turned around and led him to the staircase, giving him another view of just how incredible she looked in those tight black yoga pants.  He had no idea what kind of help she needed upstairs, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a couple options that he preferred.  He followed her up the stairs and into the main bedroom.

“Our old mattress had been going for a while,” Lynesse said as she entered the room. “We couldn’t really afford to replace it and were going to wait a while, but a spring actually broke through one night, and we had no choice.”

“I hope no one was hurt,” Daemon said.

“Thankfully not,” Lynesse said. “We got this a few weeks ago, and there’s something I haven’t been able to do yet.”

“Do you want it turned over or rotated?” Daemon asked, confused.

Lynesse turned around and grinned up at him impishly, saying, “no, I want to have sex.”

Daemon’s eyes widened at her sudden boldness.

“I’ve had a new mattress for weeks, and I have yet to be properly fucked on it,” she said seductively.

“Now that is tragic,” Daemon said, grinning.

“Terribly,” Lynesse said, looking like she was holding back laughter. “So, how about it?”

“I did say that I’d help you with anything,” Daemon chuckled, “though looking at it like that, I can’t help but feel like I’d be paid for sex.”

Lynesse’s smile faded, and she sat down on the bed, saying, “about that, I wasn’t kidding about our money troubles.  I’m willing to pay you, though if you’d like, I’m sure we could work something out.”

Daemon pretended to think about it for a moment, though he didn’t have to.  Cersei had paid him more than enough yesterday, and she seemed to deeply enjoy watching her husband pay the guy she was fucking behind his back, so he doubted that would be a one-time thing.  In truth, he hadn’t done much for Lynesse and didn’t really need the money just then.

“I’m flexible,” he said.

Lynesse’s eyes lit up, and she said, “what a coincidence!  So am I!”

To prove her point, she took her right leg and hooked it around her head, making Daemon’s eyes widen and his pants tighten.

“So here’s an idea,” Lynesse said, “agree that I don’t owe you for today, and you can fuck me in the ass.”

Daemon felt his cock harden instantly.  That was one thing that Ashara wasn’t willing to do, and he doubted that Cersei would, but he wasn’t about to get Lynesse to promise that if she didn’t know what she’d be getting herself into.

“I wouldn’t write that particular check,” he said. “There’s no guarantee you’ll be able to cash it.”

Lynesse just snorted, “trust me, Daemon, so long as you start slow, I’ll be fine.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Daemon said, removing his belt.  He undid his pants and brought them just low enough for his cock to spring out.

“Oh,” Lynesse said, her eyes going as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, it’s big, to say the least; I can’t imagine…” Daemon went to say.

“It’s huge,” Lynesse breathed, standing up and walking towards him.

“So I understand if you don’t think I’d fit in your arse,” Daemon said.

“Oh, you’ll fit,” she said, taking his cock in hand. “Fucking hells, my fingers don’t even come close to touching around you.  I’ll need a lot of lube, and I’m going to be on top to start, but I’m not resting until I’ve felt every last inch of this beast inside my tight little ass.”

Daemon could only gawk at her, making her giggle.  She crooked a finger and motioned for him to follow as she led him to bed by his cock.  There was a metaphor for how his summer was going in that, but too much of his blood had fled his brain for him to figure it out.  At her prompting, Daemon sat on the bed and watched her sink to her knees in front of him.

“So you haven’t been fucked in this bed yet?” he asked, “how long has it been, exactly?”

“Too fucking long,” Lynesse muttered, “but you’re going to change all that, aren’t you?”

Before he could answer, Lynesse gave the underside of his cock a long lick, making him groan.  That groan intensified when she gave a series of small, teasing licks to the glans, circling around the bulbous head.  Her eyes never left his as she worked, and that mischievous look in them was stronger than he had seen yet.  When she engulfed the first half of his cock in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, his eyes nearly crossed.

“Fucking hells, Lynesse,” he groaned as he snaked his fingers into her long blonde hair.  He didn’t push; he knew better than that, but he just wanted to hold onto her while she tried to drive him mad.

Lynesse’s hot little mouth felt amazing, her skilled tongue downright sinful, and when she truly started sucking his cock, he couldn’t help but cry out.  Alys had tried to go down on him a couple times to little success, and Ashara had done it a few times over the last couple weeks, but neither were on the level of this blonde temptress.  When he felt her suddenly swallow the whole thing into her tight throat, he nearly came, stopping himself just so it wouldn’t end.

“That feels so good,” he groaned.

“Wow,” she gasped as she let him pop out of her mouth. “It’s been a long time since I sucked a cock even close to this big.  I guess it’s like falling off a bike; you never forget how.”

Daemon laughed, stopping only when he saw her start to take off her blouse.  She hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath, and he felt his mouth water at the sight of her small, very firm breasts.  Her small nipples were visibly hard, the pink peaks pointed directly at him.  She caught his gaze and smirked before turning around, shaking her hips as she lowered the yoga pants.  She had the firmest arse he had ever seen in person, and the thought of actually fucking her in it made his cock twitch.

Lynesse turned back around and showed off as she had to peel the panties from her hairless slit, flicking them at him the second they were off.  He caught the frilly pink fabric and groaned at the heady smell.

“See how fucking wet I am?” Lynesse asked. “I’m practically dripping down my thighs just from sucking that big, fat cock of yours.”

“Then get over here and let me take care of you,” Daemon said.

“Soon,” Lynesse purred, “but first I’m going to finish what I started.  At your age, I doubt you’ll have trouble getting hard again.”

“At the moment, I don’t know if I’ll ever be soft again,” Daemon groaned.

Lynesse giggled and returned to her knees between his legs. “Trust me, Daemon, I’ll take care of you.”

He expected her to take his cock back into her skilled mouth and was shocked when she went lower, burying her face in his sack.  Before he could ask what she was doing, she wrapped her lips around one of his balls and sucked gently on it.

“Holy shit!” he gasped as the unfamiliar, wonderful sensations of having his balls sucked washed over him.

Lynesse chuckled at his reaction and switched to the other one while she started to gently stroke his cock.  Daemon could only lie there and luxuriate in the pleasure she was giving him.  After a while, she left his balls and licked her way back up his cock.  She engulfed him again, bobbing up and down rapidly as she sucked his cock and occasionally deepthroating him.  Daemon noticed that she was fingering herself and groaned.  The idea that she was genuinely getting off on suckinghis cock somehow made it so much harder.

When she brought that finger, wet with her juices, over towards him, he was too enthralled by her masterful blowjob to really notice.  When he suddenly felt that wet finger at his puckered anus, however, that he couldn’t miss.

“LynEESE,” he practically squeaked as she worked the finger inside him surprisingly easily.  His hands reached her head as the sudden, completely new sensations rocked his body.  It didn’t hurt, and he was way too close to cumming to even think about telling her to stop.  When her other hand cupped his balls, he groaned and fisted the sheets on either side of him.

“I’m so close,” Daemon hissed, his eyes clenched shut. “I’m so...FUCK!”

Lynesse deepthroated him, and at the same time, she seemed to press some kind of button inside him, and he yelled louder than he ever had during sex.  His orgasm hit him like a freight train, and he exploded in her mouth.  Pleasure beyond anything he had ever experienced in his life coursed through him, making his legs shake.  Whimpered moans poured from his lips as it went on and on, and he poured what felt like gallon on cum down Lynesse’s throat.  When it finally ended, he slumped back with his eyes screwed shut and tried desperately to catch his breath.  He vaguely heard her get up and pad across the room, but hecouldn’t bring himself to look.  When his panting finally stopped, he opened his eyes and caught sight of Lynesse smirking down at him while drying her hands that she had clearly just washed.

“What in the…” he went to ask.

“That’s your prostate,” she replied before heeven finished. “It and your testicles make the components of your cum, and it’s pretty much your g-spot.  Nearly the same search instructions for both, funny enough, albeita different hole, of course.”

“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” Daemon croaked, coughing to clear his throat. “Fucking hells.”

“The jolly pink giant down here looks like he’ll need a minute,” Lynesse said. “You want to return the favor in the mean time?”

“Pink?” Daemon asked, chuckling.

“You were so hard just now that he was purple,” Lynesse replied.

Rather than say anything else, Daemon reached over and pulled Lynesse to him, kissing her deeply.  She gasped into his mouth for a moment before relaxing and sinking into his arms.  He didn’t know if she drank water or if he genuinely came down her throat, bypassing her mouth completely, but he didn’t taste anything he might think was his cum.  Frankly, after she made him cum so hard thathe sounded like he was being murdered, he wouldn’t have cared either way.  Lynesse wrapped her toned legs around him and let him flip them over, pressing her back against the bed.

“You’re a good kisser,” she whispered as they broke the kiss for air. “I hope that mouth is just as talented at other things.”

“I haven’t had any complaints,” Daemon murmured in her ear before sucking on her earlobe.  The soft, breathy little moan she let out made his flaccid cock twitch, and he knew he’d be hard again in no time.

Daemon moved down the slender column of Lynesse’s neck, planting hot kisses as he went.  When he reached her firm, supple breasts, he brought his hands to knead the sensitive flesh and took one of her hard nipples between his lips.  She had the smallest breasts of anyone he had ever been with, and while his taste in porn, at least, had generally skewed towards more buxom women, he found that he didn’t mind at all.

“Fuck that feels good,” she hissed as he worshiped her breasts with his mouth, switching back and forth between her nipples.

Kissing his way further down, Daemon was again taken aback at just how in shape Lynesse was.  She didn’t have abs, exactly, but her flat stomach did have some definition.  He dipped his tongue into her navel on his way to her sex, making her giggle, and then finally arrived where she wanted him.  If this was Ashara, he might have been tempted to skip over her pussy entirely and tease her thighs, but Lynesse was so wet that Daemon could see rivulets of her arousal running down towards her puckered anus.

“Feel how smooth I am?” Lynesse asked, and Daemon ghosted his fingers over her bare mound, avoiding her nether lips. “I had my entire body lasered smooth when I was eighteen.  I haven’t had to even think about shaving in years.”

“You feel wonderful,” Daemon said, “but you smell even better.”

He gave her wet pussy a long lick from opening to clit, and felt her thighs quiver in his hands.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, grabbing his head.

Daemon could tell from almost the first lick that Lynesse hadn’t been lying about how long it had been since she was satisfied.  She was instantly responsive, moaning, bucking, and writhing against his mouth as he teased her labia with his lips and tongue.  He was growing increasingly fond of the taste of pussy, but even if he wasn’t, he would still enjoy the act of eating a woman out just for the reactions it got him.  There was something so undeniably erotic about burying his head between a woman’s thighs and making her scream as he devoured her.  Fucking was unbelievably fun, but during the act he had to worry about staving off his own pleasure, though he was getting rapidly better at that.  While eating a woman out, he could give her his full focus and control her pleasure completely, working to get her off quickly or teasing her.  As Lynesse clearly soared towards her peak, teasing her was the last thing on his mind, though.

Daemon moved to her clit, rapidly flicking his tongue over the hard, exposed nub of sensitive flesh.  A guttural moan escaped her lips as her orgasm grew closer.  Just when he thought she was about to break, he trapped her clit between his lips and gently sucked on it.  The reaction was immediate, as Lynesse started bucking so hard under him that he had to hold her down.

“That’s so good!” she cried. “Just a little more, just a...FUCK!”

Lynesse screamed as she came, squirting all over his face.  She drenched his face, and her whole body trembled as her orgasm overwhelmed her.  Daemon had never seen a woman cum that hard just from having clit sucked on and kept up the gentle pressure as she continued to writhe and babble.  Just as he was about to try and ease off, she pushed him away forcefully.  He took a moment to wipe his face clean, licking her juices off his fingers as he went.  She tasted divine.

“You have no idea how much I needed that,” she panted as she worked to catch her breath.

“Oh, I might have some clue,” he murmured, planting soft kisses on her upper thighs.

“If you’re half as good with that cock of yours as you are with your mouth, I might be in trouble,” Lynesse said.

“You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who would have a problem with that,” Daemon said.

“And what kind of woman do you think I am?” Lynesse asked playfully.

“The kind that likes trouble,” Daemon replied, his voice rumbling.

Lynesse shuddered at his words, saying, “you are just the kind of guy I used to love having fun with.”

Daemon pulled her towards him until his cock was resting on her mound, reaching all the way to her navel.  Lynesse was so tiny that he had no idea how he was going to fit inside her, but she seemed confident, so he was willing to trust her.

“Push my legs towards me,” she said, “until my feet are by my head.”

He took her ankles in his hands and did as she said, marveling again at how flexible she was.  Once she was in the position she described, she grabbed her legs and held them herself.  Her pussy and arsehole were on full display like this, and Daemon felt his cock grow even harder at the sight.

“Look at me,” she said softly. “I’m so vulnerable like this.  You could do anything you want to me.”

“Lynesse,” he growled, making her giggle.

“This position is called the mating press,” Lynesse said. “the only one I like better is pronebone, where you hold me down and fuck me flat into the bed, but we’ll get to that when you’re fucking my ass later.  For now, I want you tosplit me in half with that beast of yours and fuck me just like this.”

That wasn’t a request he would ever have denied.  Taking his cock in his hand, Daemon lined himself up with her fleshy pussy and pushed, slipping right inside her slippery depths.

“Yes!” she hissed as he split her apart.  Her hot, wet walls were delightfully tight around his invading cock, but she parted for him without trouble.

“Fucking hells, you’re tight,” he groaned.  She really was; her hot, wet walls clungto his invading cock like a vice.  Despite that, she parted for him without much difficulty.

“It’s been so long since I was properly fucked,” she moaned. “I need it so badly.”

“Such a needy little thing,” he said teasingly as he continued to slowly sink inside her.

“You’re so deep,” she cried as he bottomed out.  Somehow she managed to take every inch of him, but he had stretched her so much that he could actually see the outline of his cock through her skin. “You’re going to give my poor neglected pussy what it needs, aren’t you?”

She had a way of sounding younger than she was when she said things like that, and Daemon would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“You’re damn right,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled out half-way and thrust back inside hard.

“Yes!” she cried. “Don’t hold back;fuck me good and hard!”

Daemon set a brutal pace as he pounded the tiny woman under him.  Her breasts were small and firm, but that didn’t stop them from jiggling under the force of his thrusts.  Daemon paid them little mind, though, and focused on the beautiful face of the woman he had fallen into bed with.  The look on Lynesse’s face was pure bliss, and Daemon knew that there was more to her euphoria than just the pleasures of sex.  Everything about her words and her demeanor suggested that this was an old itch that he was scratching, but she had said that she had gone just a few weeks without sex, and this seemed somehow worse than that.

The sound of his hips slapping against her firm arse echoed through the room as he pounded her tight little pussy.  Her moans and grunts got louder and louder as he went, and the excitement and pleasure on her face became clearer.  Cumming as hard as he had before meant that he was at virtually no risk of cumming again any time soon, and so he was free to focus all of his attention on her.  Reaching over her thighs, he grabbed and kneaded her firm breasts.

“Oh fuck, your cock is amazing,” she moaned. “Call me a dirty slut!”

“What?” he asked, losing his rhythm in his surprise.

“Call me a dirty slut!” she growled, glaring at him.

“You’re a dirty slut,” he said, trying the words out on his tongue.

“Say it like you mean it!” she cried.

“You’re a dirty slut!” he growled, earning a loud moan from her. “You’re a filthy whore, seducing me like you did!”

“Yes!” she screamed, “more!”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name!” he exclaimed, trying to remember examples of the porn dialogue she apparently wanted. “Then you’ll be what you really are, a worthless set of slutty holes for me to fuck!”

“Gods!” she shrieked as she came, her tight pussy fluttering and squeezing around him as she bucked and writhed.

Lynesselet her legs go as her orgasm wracked her body,and Daemon quickly grabbed them, holding them by her head as he pounded her through it.  His eyes never left hers, as he delighted in the look of ecstasy and wonder in those gorgeous blue orbs.  When she finally stopped cumming, he gently pulled out of her, and she rolled over to curl up as she panted for breath.  He ran his fingers through her hair idly as he waited for her to calm down.

“Motherfucker,” she murmured.

“I am, actually, though I doubt you have any kids,” he chuckled.

“Got a thing for older women?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

By her tone, she clearly meant the question rhetorically and mostly in jest, but it got him thinking.

“Yes, actually,” he replied after a couple seconds. “I’ve never actually been with anyone my age.”

“Seriously?” Lynesse asked.

“Aye,” Daemon replied. “I had a girlfriend, but she was too scared of my cock to let me do much.”

“Sounds like a wimp,” Lynesse said dryly. “Fuck, Daemon, as I said, you’re exactly the kind of guy I used to fuck.  Hung, confident, sexy as hell, hung.”

“You said that twice,” Daemon chuckled.

“I was such a size queen back then,” Lynesse sighed.

“Back then?” Daemon asked.

“We all slow down eventually,” Lynesse said, “willingly or otherwise.”

Before Daemon could ask her what she meant, she said, “I can’t feel my legs, so I’m gonna need you to get the lube.  It’s in the top drawer of the oak dresser over there, behind my underwear.”

Daemon went over and found the lube where she said it would be.

Lyneese squealed as he returned with the bottle in hand. “Oh gods, I haven’t had anal sex in years.  You have no idea how much I want this.”

“Um, does lube expire?” Daemon asked.

“The lube is new,” Lynesse replied. “I have toys.”

“Oh,” he said, “so you won’t seem like a total virgin back there.”

“It’s been a long, long time since I had anything even close to your size in my ass,” she purred. “You’re going to feel so fucking good.  Lie back and keep still as I sit on your cock, then once you’re in, flip me onto my stomach and pound me until you cum.”

Daemon smiled at Lynesse and handed her the lube.  He loved how willing she was to just tell him what she wanted without hesitation or shame.  Sitting down, he was immediately joined by Lynesse, who crawled into his lap and kissed him.  He returned the kiss with equal passion, his tongue coaxing hers into a frenzied duel.  She pulled back slowly after a few minutes, a string of saliva keeping them joined before it broke.

Lynesse smiled at him impishly and turned around, leaning her head back to gently nuzzle his face.  Daemon reached over to brush her hair over her shoulder and kissed her pulse point while gently ghosting his fingers over her clit.  Her soft little gasp made his cock throb with need.

“I’m going to split your tight little arsehole in half,” he rumbled in her ear. “You won’t be able tosit without remembering me for days.”

“Fuck, Daemon,” Lynesse whimpered.  She settled down on his lap behind his cock and opened the bottle of lubricant.  A stream of thick jelly fell on his cock, and she carefully worked to get every inch coated.  He cupped her breast and could feel her rapid heartbeat.

“I can feel your heart racing in your chest,” Daemon said. “Are you nervous?”

“Excited,” she replied as she squeezed a thick dollop of lube on the head of his cock.

Lynesse grabbed his cock and used it to paint her puckered arsehole with the lube, and then, once it was well coated, she pushed down.

“Holy fuck!” Daemon exclaimed as he felt the head of his cock slip inside her.  Her arse was like nothing he had ever felt.  Tighter than a clenched fist around the ring of her anus itself, the rest of her was just incredibly warm.

“Yes!” Lynesse hissed, “fuck yes!”

She slowly lowered herself down on his cock, grunting and whimpering as she went.  Even with the copious amounts of lube, it was an insanely tight fit, and Daemon couldn’t even imagine how comically stretched she looked.

“You’re like a fucking horse,” she whimpered.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned in her ear, hoping more than anything that she wasn’t having second thoughts.  Despite his every instinct screaming at him to move, to thrust further inside Lynesse’s sweltering depths, he stayed still as a statue.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daemon felt Lynesse’s toned arse cheeks resting on his hips.  Her entire body was shaking, and a sheen of sweat had developed over every inch of her skin.  He licked the salty sweat off of her shoulder and looked around to see if her face showed any pain.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open, but she wasn’t grimacing or looking unhappy.

“This...might be...the biggest cock...I’ve ever had,” she babbled.

“Are you alright?” he asked through gritted teeth.

She looked over at him like he was a moron, saying, “I’m on cloud nine!  You feel so good inside me.  I think I’ve relaxed enough, so flip me over and start moving.”

Daemon held her tightly as he turned around and moved her first onto her hands and knees, and then pushed her down prone.  That taut arse that he had wanted to feel up ever since he laid eyes on it was on full display for him, and he wasted no time kneaded the firm cheeks.

“You can slap it if you want, which you do,” Lynesse giggled.  Her giggle turned to a cry as he brought his right hand down on her arse.

Experimentally, he pulled about a third of his cock out of her arse, groaning at the feeling of that tight ring tugging on his length, and then pushed back in gently.

“Ohh,” she groaned, “I think I’m relaxed enough for you to fuck me.”

“Beg me,” Daemon growled.

“To do something you want to do?” Lynesse asked, laughing, “I think not.”

There was a plainly obvious challenge in her voice, and Daemon grinned.  He started moving in and out of her slowly and gently, enjoying the sensation of her tight sphincter around his cock.  Lynesse let out a series of delicate little moans, apparently loving the feeling as much as he was.  After a few minutes of the painfully slow fucking, though, she finally seemed to realize that he had actually risen to her challenge.

“Harder,” she said.

“I’m perfectly happy to fuck you like this,” Daemon replied, his grin obvious in his voice. “I could do it for hours, honestly.  If you want me to do something different, I think you know what I want to hear.”

Lynesse growled into her pillow and started thrusting back against him.  He spanked her again, making her shriek, and then held her down with his hips.

“Lynesse?” he asked mockingly.

She yelled something into her pillow.

“I couldn’t quite catch that,” he chuckled.

“Please fuck me harder,” she whimpered.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Pound my ass, you bastard!” she screamed.  When he pulled out of her almost entirely and thrust back in hard, she screamed, “YES!”

He couldn’t believe that she could take it without complaint, but Daemon gave Lynesse what she wanted, fucking her arse every bit as hard as he had fucked her pussy.  She grabbed the sheets for dear life and screamed her head off, begging him for more.

Struck by sudden inspiration, Daemon asked, “you’re just a little anal slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she screamed, and Daemon felt her arse clench around him.

“You love getting fucked in the arse!” he growled.

“Love it!” she screamed.

“Your husband never gives you what you need, does he?” Daemon asked, only realizing after he had said the words that it might not have been a good idea.

“No!” Lynesse whimpered, apparently unbothered.

Taking that asa sign, Daemon continued, “I’m gonna leave you craving my cock, Lynesse.  You’ll be coming to me soon, desperate for your fix like the little anal junkie you are!”

“Holy fuck!” she screamed, and Daemon felt her anus flutter around his length.  He didn’t know if women could cum from anal, but Lynesse seemed to be close, and so was he, for that matter.

Figuring that it would fit with what she was clearly into, Daemon gathered Lynesse’s hair in his hand, close to her scalp, and gently pulled while spanking her repeatedly with his other hand.

“Cum around my cock, whore!” he whispered in her ear.

An ear-piercing screech was what he got for that as Lynesse came hard, soaking the bed under them as she squirted.  Her already tight arsehole became painfully so as she came, and Daemon let go with a roar, painting her guts white with his cum.  As he collapsed forward in exhaustion, just barely stopping himself from crushing his lover, it occurred to him that his cum would actually hit her guts from both ends, and the thought made him laugh in his orgasmic bliss.

As Daemon slowly caught his breath, he could feel Lynesse breathing beneath him, though she seemed to have passed out, and he slowly pulled his softening cock from her arsehole.  He looked at her arse, seeing it gape for him, and smiled in satisfaction.  He went into the bathroom to clean off his cock and hands, and when he reentered the room, he saw Lynesse lying on her side, sniffling.

“Lynesse?” he asked, rushing to her side. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” she said, laughing and crying at the same time. “Just lie next to me?”

He crawled into the soiled bed and wrapped an arm around her as she snuggled into his chest.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” Lynesse said, wiping her eyes. “It’s just, imagine if you really loved chocolate, like more than anything in the world, and then went nearly five years without any.  How euphoric would that bite be?”

“Amazing, I imagine,” Daemon replied.

“This was my chocolate,” Lynesse said.

“Anal?” Daemon asked.

“No,” Lynesse laughed. “I mean, yes, but just this kind of rough, hard, ball-slapping sex, the kind that makes you cum so hard you swear your brain might just leak out of your ears.  I haven’t cum that hard in so long; I had almost forgotten that I could.”

“Why not?” Daemon asked.

“The answer to that is long and not something that I’m giving sober,” Lynesse said.  She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a bag of what was clearly weed, a grinder, and some rolling papers. “You smoke?”

Daemon grinned as he replied, “I haven’t in a while, but I’m down.”

He watched as she took the time to roll two of the greatest joint she had ever seen and handed him one.   Lighting her own, she lit his as well and settled back in bed.  He joined her and waited for her to start her story as he took a couple drags and let the smoke fill his lungs.

“I used to joke as a kid that my parents should have called me Daisy,” Lynesse began, letting out a cough, “because I was their oopsie-daisy.”

Daemon wished that he was high enough to blame the weed for laughing at that.

“I think I might have actually been my mum’s last egg,” she continued. “Her periods had started coming in more rarely, and my parents thought they were safe.  They weren’t.”

“That must have come as a surprise,” Daemon commented.

“You have no idea,” Lynesse snorted. “I actually have nieces and nephews older than me.  Anyway, I was the baby of the family, and my parents really didn’t have the energy to deal with me at their age.  I was also filthy rich, so you can imagine what a terror I was.”

“If you come from money, why do you have trouble now?” Daemon asked.

Lynesse sighed and went back to her joint for a couple more drags. “My time at Uni was punctuated by the deaths of my parents.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.  He couldn’t imagine losing his parents so young.

She smiled grimly at him and continued, “my mum went just after I graduated from high school.  She had been sick for a while, but I think that I had deluded myself into thinking that she would just get better, and I was devastated.  I turned to every vice I could to numb the pain: drugs, booze, and so much sex.  It’s a wonder I even passed that first year.”

She took a break and smoked some more while Daemon trailed his fingers through her hair.

“I wasn’t as much of a basketcase for the other three years,” she continued, “but I had gotten very used to enjoying a spirited sex life.  I had a rotation of regulars I could turn to to satisfy my needs, and I rarely thought twice about trying out some new hot guy who caught my eye.  It was all fun and easy, and then Daddy died.”

“Gods, Lyn, I’m so sorry,” Daemon said, by thenlying on his side facing her.

“It’s the curse of having older parents,” Lynesse sighed. “I had just completed my bachelor; he was so proud, and then he had a heart attack.  I found out over the fucking phone.”

Her eyes were wet, and Daemon didn’t know what to do other than brush his fingers over her temple and hope that the physical touch helped at all.

“I think he expected to be around a while longer,” she continued, “because he had included in his will a stipulation that I was to get my inheritance after I had been married for five years.”

“Oh,” Daemon said, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh,” Lynesse said back. “My eldest brother, Baelor, is his executor and a total prick.  He didn’t approve of my lifestyle and made it clear that he wouldn’t be budging in the slightest from Daddy’s will, meaning that I had nothing.”

“So you went and got married,” Daemon said, finally understanding her a little more. “How long ago was that?”

“Four years, eleven months, and two days ago,” Lynesse said.

“Is he that bad?” Daemon asked.

“Eh, Jorah’s alright,” Lynesse replied, “terribly vanilla, though.  I promised him my fidelity, five years of warming his bed, and ten percent of my inheritance in exchange for helping me out,and I kept to that first part up until now, but he literally can’t fuck me in his state, and it’s driving me insane.  I’ve never actually cradle-robbed before, but you were the hottest thing I had seen in years, and I was so fucking horny.”

“Well, I was happy to help with your affliction,” Daemon said wryly.

“A regular Studly Doo-right,” Lynesse said, rolling her eyes.

“So after you get your inheritance, you two will get a clean, predetermined divorce and go your separateways?” Daemon asked.

“Mmmhmm,” Lynesse replied, “and then I’ll never have to consider a fucking mattress a luxury expense again.  I swear, if Baelor ever needs anything from me, I’m telling him to go fuck himself.  He would never have treated Malora, Alysanne, or perfect Alerie like this!”

“How many siblings do you have?” Daemon asked.

“I’m the youngest of ten,” Lynesse replied.

“Fuck me,” Daemon snorted, “and I thought my aunt and uncle were nuts for having five.”

“I’ve never understood…” Lynesse was cut off by her phone ringing and went to answer it. “Hey babe, what’s up?”

Daemon stilled.  Being caught after the fact by Cersei’s husband had been one thing, but actually hearing from Lynesse’s husband while he was in bed with her was something else, even knowing that their relationship was unconventional.

“Oh, that sucks,” Lynesse said, a smile forming on her face, which she quickly got rid of. “Well, I can just do whatever for dinner; do you want me to leave you something in the fridge?  Oh, okay.  Well, hopefully you can get it all done early.  Right, I’ll see you whenever you get home. Bye.”

Daemon just cocked an eyebrow.

“Jorah’s working late tonight,” Lynesse said. “He’ll be home probably around midnight, so how about I order pizza and you spend the whole day making me feel twenty-two again?”

Daemon grinned and pulled her in for a searing kiss. “Funny enough, I was thinking of having pizza today, but I think it can wait, don’t you?”

He ground his hard cock along the slick lips of her cunt and grinned down at her.  She returned the look and spread her legs wider.  He was in for one hell of a day.