I'll see you in the morning?

Isabelle has always been quiet and shy at work or in public situations. It's always been something she wanted to work on. But she never quite got over the awkwardness of new people. She has never been comfortable drawing attention to herself either. Isabelle wore clothes to hide her body. She's always thought of herself as fat and un-pretty. She even kept her hair tied back and in a bun. One of her co workers remarked on how pretty she is because of her freckles. Isabelle just shrugged it off and hid in the kitchen for the rest of the day.

Zeke started at the restaurant just last week. He was finally getting comfortable with the pace and people. A few of the coworkers have invited him out for drinks after work. He'd always passed it up to get home for his second job. He'd cut his hair for this new gig. It was something new for him to change for a job. He even wore glasses now. Starting to feel like a new man again, Zeke decided to join the group for drinks. And that's where he saw her. She was quiet in the corner. He liked the sprinkles of freckles on her soft skin. She wasn't pale. But a cafe au lait creamy color to her complexion. Her jet black hair pulled back from her face made the brown spots stand out more. Zeke just had to know her name.

Isabelle watched him make a B-line in her direction. He was an easy foot and stocky build. She'd been watching him at work since he started. She knew his name but never thought to introduce herself. Then he was standing in front of her with a fresh drink. Isabelle hadn't noticed she was almost empty of the one in her hand. "Hello. My name is Ezekiel, but you can call me Zeke." Isabelle took the offered drink. His hands were so much bigger than hers. She found Zeke to be warm and gentle to the touch. She introduced herself. They made small talk for a while. Isabelle began to blush at his smiles, compliments and subtle touches. It's been a long time since anyone has flirted with her. She likes the way this Zeke makes her laugh.

Zeke enjoys the way she comes alive with her smile. Making her laugh is like music to his ears. He just has to have more of her. The drawback of them working together could put a leash on him though. Yes it was a part time gig. The question is does he want to poop in his own sandbox? From the look and feel of Isabelle, it seems like a good idea. He decided to go meet more of the crew to clear his head. Yet he kept looking back in her direction. Maybe he needs to throw caution to the wind. From the way she is watching him across the room, he has her interest.

Everyone is winding down for the night. It was an early day all around for everyone. Isabelle said her goodbyes as she headed for the door. That's when she found him behind her helping with her jacket. "Thanks Zeke. I hope you had a good night. And a safe trip home." He offered to walk her home and she accepted. "May I call you Isa? A sultry name for a sensually beautiful woman." Isabelle blushed, 'Yes, Isa is fine by me.' She held out the hand he gave her to hold. She loves the solid feel of him by her side as they walked towards home. He kept her smiling and laughing as they went. Isabelle felt the heat grow and spread up her collar. Her cheeks we hot to the touch. She is hoping he doesn't notice.

Zeke loves the reaction he gets from Isa. The way she blushes and the warmth of her hand in his. He stops and brings her close. "Do you ever wear your hair down Isa?" He never gave her a chance to answer as he took the pins from her hair. He watches as all those raven curls fell past her shoulders. She shook it all free while he stared down at her. He loved this look she kept hidden from everyone. The impulse to kiss her took him. A hand at the nape of her neck to bring her closer on her toes. He lips are full and soft to the touch. He nipped and bit at her mouth until her lips were bruised from the kiss. She held onto his wrists until she was firmly back in her two feet. He took her hand again to walk her home again.

Isabelle was overwhelmed by the strength of his hands, the passion in his kiss and the heat he stirs in her. She could feel her nipples harden against the silk of her blouse. Her panties were already soaked with her sticky nectar. She knew it'd be a long night trying to sleep. Just thinking of the way he looked at her right before that intense kiss made her miss half of the words he was saying. She heard him laugh. "Isa, are you listening or just ignoring me?" She blushed a deeper red. 'I was lost in the moment. Please, tell me again what you said.' She watched him smile instead. They went on in silence for a few more blocks. 'My house is a few doors up. I hope I haven't taken you too far out of your way.' She watched his face go still and serious. She felt the self consciousness come on. Isabelle found herself in his arms.

Zeke had to have one more taste of her before the night was done. She was so full and curvy in his hands. Her whole body trembled against his as he kissed her. Nibbling on her jaw, neck and shoulder had her sighing softly in her ear. "Which house is yours?" She pointed to a small brick house with flowers out front. He put her on two feet again to hurry her the rest of the way. "I need to get you inside before I do something improper." She smiled up at him as they walked on. Zeke could feel his hard on straining at the zipper of his jeans. If he didn't find release soon, he may just ravish her on the spot. This is no way to treat a lady or ruin a work relationship so soon.

Isabelle felt him rise to the occasion during that last kiss. She could feel the tension in his body when he sat her back down. It felt wonderful to be desired like this again. She felt free and whimsical. She pulled him to the side of the house. Isabelle walked him to the backdoor. His back against the brick wall. She watched the confusion on his face as she dropped her purse on the ground. Isabelle stroked his dick through the denim that contained him. She loved the growl that came from him. He kept his eyes on hers while she unfastened his buckle. She likes the way he watches her. Not rushing or hurrying her along. He seems to enjoy this as much as she. Keeping that eye contact with him made Isabelle feel powerful. She unzipped his fly to find he didn't wear anything underneath. Isabelle liked a well groomed man. He was so full and thick in her hands. Her touch to his shaft drew a hiss. She never saw him flinch or break his gaze from hers.

Zeke loves the feel of her soft hands stroking his dick in the cool spring breeze. She's watching him while she strokes and fondles his shaft and balls. He is loving the fire come alive in this beauty. That's when he saw her go to her knees. She's still watching him as she pressed her lips to the tip of him. Soft full lips on the head of his dick nearly made him close his eyes. But her eyes are fire on his. He can't stop looking. She took him in fast to the back of her throat. He shook with the excitement of being so deep in her mouth, the cool breeze and thrill of being caught. She pulled back to begin a slow stroke with her hands and tongue along his shaft.

Isabelle liked being able to make him shake in her hands. Seeing him unsteady so deep in her mouth made her feel good. She kept her eyes on him as she strokes and licks him from tip to balls. She let him unbutton her blouse to squeeze her nipples. She rubs the head of his hard dick across both of her nipples. He left precum on the hard nubs of her tits. Isabelle decided to bring him to the finish line. 'Do you want to come Zeke?' He just nodded in reply. She shoves him back down her throat again. Hearing him moan and call her "Isa" over and over again made her pussy ooze. She could feel her clit hard and throbbing. She pulled back again, 'Do you want to come in my mouth Zeke? No you look like you want to give me pearls. Or are you the kind to give facials?' She felt his dick twitch in her hands. 'Oh, you want to watch your hot come drip from my lips and chin don't you?' But she answered for him by sucking and stroking faster on his pulsing dick.

Zeke was lost in the rhythm of her hands and mouth consuming him. He couldn't believe how she asked him so easily where he wanted to blow his load. She didn't seem like the kind of girl who likes it outside let alone get her face messy. But the way she milked his dick with her mouth and hands says different. She fondled and caressed his balls. She licked and sucked on each one while stroking his dick. He felt her tongue all over his taint and asshole. "Fuck yes! You're my dirty little whore. Suck this load from my balls." She picked up speed on her strokes. She felt her finger slip into his ass, her mouth on the head of him while she tugged on him. He felt the eruption. The stars invaded his vision. He looks down to see his seed spill all over her cheeks, lips and tongue. She rubbed the head of him in the hot sticky mess all over her face and nipples. She sucked the rest of the load from his dick.

Isabelle loved the dazed and drained look on his face. She liked him calling her a dirty whore. No one has ever done that before. It just makes her want to please him even more. When he lifted her to her feet she was confused. He rubbed his seed into her skin while looking down at her. She liked the gentle kiss he laid on her lips. Then she felt the tug on her nipples. 'You're a dirty little girl. You need to get clean.' She smiles up at him. But is confused by him pushing her back into the brick wall the way she did to him earlier. He is watching her face as she had watched him. She likes the devious grin on his face. Then he lifts her right leg over his shoulder. Her nipples bare to the cool wind nearly pushes her over the edge. That's when he  put his tongue to her slit. She can feel his tongue at the opening of her pussy work it's way slowly to her clit. His face hidden under her skirts.
The feel of his stubble against her swollen pussy lips had her shaking. Keeping his slow methodical pace on her wet folds almost had her to orgasm. She got him by the back of the head to grind her pussy on his tongue. He went to work on her engorged clit to make her gush all over his face, neck and her thighs. She shook so violently that she nearly collapsed. He put her leg down so she could steady herself.

Zeke was covered in her juices. She was a sweet piece. Almost like a mango. He leaned down for another kiss. Tasting himself mixed with her on his tongue got him hard again. He pulled her close then spun her to face the iron rose lattice. he linked one hand with her to hold onto the cold iron. He lifts her skirt to fuck her from behind. 'I want is hard and fast daddy.' He ignored her request and slid into her slow and deep. She shuddered and quivered on his dick. He kneaded and tugged on her tits. 'Please daddy. Fuck me harder. I;m your little girl. Your whore. Whores deserve to be fucked.' He likes the way she talks. But won't give in to her. He felt her tighten around his dick. She tries to milk him again. Zeke pulls out of her dripping pussy. "Isa. You need to be patient. Or you'll be spanked."

Isabelle squirmed to feel his wet dick between her cheeks. She ground her ass into him. He stepped away. She felt the first slap on her ass, She shook. "Be a good girl Isa. Take it slow."
She held still while he slid back into her slowly. She pushed back harder to get all of him inside her. He pulled out and smacked her ass again. The chilly air on her tender bottom made her gush right there. "You're just a dirty whore hungry for a hard dick." She smiled at his words. But he slapped both of her ass cheeks until they were raw. She almost cried. And he was back inside her waiting pussy. He fucked her hard and fast into the iron lattice until she cried out with her orgasm. Isabelle was so full and happy. "I'm not done with you Isa. I'm going to treat you like the dirty girl you are." Isa hid her smile. She felt him at the rim of her ass.

Zeke could feel her ass hole quivering for attention. He pushed into her slowly. He heard her sigh in pleasure. Seems Isabelle likes to get nasty in public. Zeke likes the way she pushes back on his dick. He can't believe the way she can milk him with all of her holes. This snug backdoor of her has him near the brink of another eruption. Feeling her body rock, Zeke bit into the back of her neck. She went still as he worked her ass slowly. He reached around the front of her to work her clit. He whispers in her ear. "That's me in your ass. Only nasty girls like it in the ass. What's my name?" He felt her shake in his hands. Her ass clinching on his dick. When she didn't answer he bit her nape again. Zeke likes the way she hisses and tries to misbehave.

Isabelle loves the way he fills her holes. The way he bites her to keep her in line. Her whole body is on fire. She can't hold on much longer with the way he's working her clit while filling her ass.  'I'm your nasty girl. You're my daddy.' He kissed her neck and shoulders. That's when he picks up the pace in her ass ans strokes her clit to a frenzy. She gushes all over his fingers just as he fills her ass with hot sticky jism. He slipped his fingers in her mouth so she tasted herself. Isabelle moaned with him in her mouth and ass. "Hold up your skirt. I want to see my cream leak from your gorgeous round ass." Isabelle was more than happy to oblige. She looked over her shoulder to watch him watch her while he redressed. The look on his face makes her feel special. It's been too long since she's felt this good.

Zeke walked back over to her. Pressing her into the iron. "Isa. You belong to me now. You're my dirty little whore. Do you understand?" She nodded. "That's now an answer Isa." Zeke tugged on her nipples hard. She winced. 'Yes daddy. I understand. I'm your little girl now.' Zeke smiled at her response. He liked seeing his cum dripping down her thighs. He slid his thumb into her ass, two fingers into her dripping pussy and his other hand working her clit all at once. He kissed her through her orgasm to keep her quiet. He watched her knuckles go white gripping the cold iron in front of her. Zeke loved the feel of her cum oozing all over his hands. When she was steady again, Zeke fixed her clothes. He handed her the purse she dropped. "Find your keys love. You need your rest. We have an early day tomorrow." He watched her fish them out. He walked up the steps to turn the key for her. She had just enough room to squeeze by him.

Isabelle liked the possessive move by her new 'daddy'. She slid by him into her  kitchen. He held onto her for a long gentle kiss. She caressed his cheek while looking into those green eyes of his. She stole one more peck before turning on the lights. and dropping her jacket and coat on the counter. She saw him close the door behind her. She rushed through the house to the front door. 'Good night Daddy. I'll see you in the morning?' He smiles back at her as he waves. She watched him walk down the street.