All for Mr. Redman Chapter 6

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All for Mr Redman Chapter 6

In the morning Amanda and I got up and got ready for another killer week. Finals were coming up, papers and labs were due, and it was simply a killer grind. The entire week I slept when I could, ate nothing that was good for me and had pure coffee in my veins.

Every night I called Peter and we would talk. I actually fell asleep on him during on of my calls. There was no way I could go to his place with all the things I had to get done in and around campus. He understood, but I could tell he was worried about me. My hard work was paying off and I was going to head into my exams in an excellent position.

When the weekend rolled around I made a point on Friday of heading over to Peter’s. I just wanted to see him and spend some time with him, even though I had a ton of studying to do. I headed over with my weekend bag, my laptop, and a bunch of study material.

When I got there he was not home yet. Sitting down on the couch, I booted my laptop and started looking over my notes. That was pretty much it for me. I must have passed out.

Peter awakened me and I gave him a hug and just held onto him. I was so exhausted, feeling really emotional and I just clung to him. He knelt down and just held me. I think we stayed that way for about ten minutes before he slowly drew back and told me he would make dinner.

Watching him walk into the kitchen I felt like the sun was going away from me. I looked at all my school materials and the pressure was building up hard. One of my biggest faults is that I am extremly critical of myself. The things I either forgive, or don’t even think about, where it concerns other I simply cannot ignore in myself. Doing my best has always meant driving ahead with every once of my being, and if I don’t feel like I had to work hard to do something then I didn’t work hard enough. There are so many reasons for this. I feel obligations to me family, my teachers, myself and to those who have worked along side me.

I slowly got off the couch and padded softly over to the kitchen. Peter was standing there at the island preparing our food. He had a small smile on his face and was listening to an oldies station.

Moving slowly I came up behind him and ran my hands up his back and around his sides, hugging him from behind. He set down the knife and put his hands over mine. Holding my hands out from him he turned in my embrace and hugged me again. I just held onto him and breathed in his cologne and took in his warmth.

He picked me up and carried me, without a word, back to the couch and laid me down.

Kissing me he said “You’re exhausted Sachiko, I’ve never seen you like this. You need some good food and you need to sleep.” knelt beside me and held my hand kissing me lightly a number of times.

“I don’t want to be alone.” I said.

He smiled and said “I am in the kitchen, making us a meal, when that’s done I won’t leave your side.”

Gently he laid my hand on my chest and went back to the kitchen. I watched him and listened to him for a little while.

I’m not sure how much later it was, he was waking me up again. I sat up and we ate right there. He had prepared some seasoned chicken and salad. I ate it all, but it was an effort. The food was really good, but my body had decided enough was enough and just didn’t want to cooperate, the fork felt like it weighed ten pounds. When I was done we sat and had tea. We chatted but I was having a hard time giving more than one word answers.

Peter set his tea down and picked me up in his arms. “That’s enough my cute little zombie. You need to sleep.” He carried me into the bedroom and helped me undress. He got down to his boxers and t-shirt and got under the covers with me. He curled up behind me and gently caressed me.

I was just starting to nod off when I felt his erection. Now, I was dead exhausted and normally I would have gone right after him. I slowly turned my head and said “If you want me, you can. Just don’t expect much out of me gymnastics wise.”

Peter laughed lightly and said “I’ll live go to sleep.”

“For the love of God, now I’m getting turned on.” I thought to myself. I turned my head again and said “Don’t make me rape you. Get that big cock out and put it in me. Send me off to sleep well fucked… no foreplay… just do it.”

He looked at me and I felt his hands move up onto my chest and begin playing with my tits as he was kissing my neck. I reached down and pulled my thong to the side and said “Get it in me.”

Peter reached down and lined his cock head up, dragging it over the lips of my pussy and hitting my clit. He slid it in the entrance to my hot tunnel and slowly pushed inch by wonderful inch into me. He had to stop and pulled back a few times, but soon he was buried all the way in me. Moaning I said “Please fuck me Peter. I really need you to fuck me.”

Holding me tight he started fucking me gently, helping me get used to his cock again. I started to feel the heat building up in me and realized that I was starting to feel really good. Maybe a good fucking was exactly what I needed.

Peter sensed the change in me by the way I was starting to move against him and started speeding up.

“Fuck me. Fuck that big cock into me. I want it so bad, I could be unconscious and I would still want you fucking my tight pussy.” I moaned out.

He started going at me harder and I was starting to feel the orgasm tingling into my body. “I will fuck you anytime, I love having my cock inside you. I love you cute fucking moans and whimpers. I love making your pussy dance all over my cock.” he said.

Our bodies were slapping against each other now. I loved it and knew this was what I needed, him.

When my orgasm came racing through my body I cried out “FUCK ME HARDER. DON’T YOU STOP FUCKING ME!”

Peter didn’t disappoint. He slapped my ass and fucked me like a mad man. I screamed my orgasm out and was shaking. His strong hands had a firm grip on me and he didn’t start. I was soon started moaning and whimpering as he pounded me without letting up one bit. It was fucking amazing and as my second orgasm hit I let out a silent scream and was twisting the sheets in my fists. My pussy spasming all over his cock must have set him off. He seized me by the hips and buried himself deep inside me. I love feeling his bog cock pulsing as he shoots his load of hot cum into me.

We collapsed together and I felt better than I had all week. When I fell asleep his cock was still buried inside me.

I cannot believe it happened, but I slept until ten the next morning. When I opened my eyes Peter was not there, and his side of the bed was cold. I stretched and got up. I walked into the bathroom and there was a note on the counter. “Gone to Pearson. Back by 1pm. Love P”

“Pearson Airport? What the hell is he doing there?” I thought. Setting the note down I took of my thong, turned on some music, and got into the shower. I felt great when I came out and was towelling my hair while dancing to the music. I love dancing and was getting right into it when there was a knock and the bathroom door started to open. I really thought it was Peter and opened the door.

Standing there was a big blonde haired man I had never seen before. He was about 6′ tall and weighed about 180lbs and his blue eyes were as big as plated when he saw there nude fresh from the shower still dancing. I froze and he was standing there speechless. I did the first thing that came to mind. That whole thing about the “Fight or flight reflex” kicked in fast. I snapped kicked him in the balls with my right foot, shoved him out the door, and stomped on his left thigh.

He was curled up and grabbed my foot. If I had been thinking clearly I would have realized it was to get me to stop kicking the shit out of him. I grabbed stack of books next to me off the dresser and slammed them down on him. He let go of my foot, so I kicked him twice more and then dove over the bed and grabbed my cell phone. I was about to dial 911 when I realized he was getting up. I grabbed the lamp and threw it at him and ran out of the room.