ANNA JAYE WILDE

Knock Knock

 

12/08/16

 

It had been a long day at work and all I wanted to do was change into my scruffy pyjamas, zap a microwave meal and chill out in front of the soaps. My new job required me to wear a suit and high heels and although I liked the look, the heels crippled my ankles and the suit was a bit tight fitting for my liking. Still, I looked fucking hot so maybe the pain was worth it!

 

I had been in the house about thirty seconds and just had time to put away my keys and handbag when there was a knock on my front door. Fucking hell, they could piss right off. I was in no mood to talk to Jehovah’s Witnesses or some freak that wanted me to sign my life away to a charity I’d never heard of. I turned around and unlocked the door, ready with my usual spiel of ‘Not today, thanks!’ and a swift slam of the door.

 

But the words never came. Try as I might, after opening the door, I struggled to speak at all and those that know me will realise how rare that is. So what was the reason for my silence? Him. The man on the other side of the door. The guy was about six four and built like he spent far longer than necessary in the gym. His blond floppy hair framed his perfectly tanned face and his fringe skimmed golden eyebrows that decorated a pair of piercing ice blue irises. A straight nose and full lips finished the look, along with a soft dusting of stubble along his firm jaw that was catching the early evening sun.

 

He was suited up and had the regulation clipboard gripped firmly in his hands. Fuck me. What those hands could and should be doing to me. Right fucking now.

 

“Good evening Miss!”

 

“What can I do for you?” Gorgeous. Don’t say gorgeous out loud. Don’t make a twat of yourself.

 

“I’m collecting for charity and I wondered if I could have a few moments of your time?” Well, fuck, he could have as many moments as he wanted if they involved being naked and horizontal with him. I was dangerously close to saying this stuff out loud. Focus!

 

“Of course, you can have as much time as you want!” Shit. Too late. He looked at me and his face broke out in a grin.

 

“Great, I was hoping you’d say that!” As he spoke his eyes roamed my body, still in my tight suit, low cut blouse and high heels. I said a silent prayer of thanks he hadn’t arrived five minutes later and caught me in my shitty scruffy pyjamas. But wait. Was he flirting with me? Fuck, I think he was! Damn my resolve. I’m going to ask him outright.

 

“Were you just looking down my top?” I put my hands on my hips, pouted my lips and pretended to be offended for a moment.

“Oh God, sorry Miss, I couldn’t help it. But let me ask you a question. Do you want me to look down your top?” Blue eyes stared into mine and didn’t waver as he waited for an answer.

 

“It wasn’t the first thought on my mind when I opened the door.” His face fell. “But it’s a damn good start!” That gorgeous face brightened up again when he realised we were on the same page. “Come in!”

 

Gorgeous charity man, otherwise known as Jack (assuming his name badge was correct), followed me in, dropped his paperwork and bag on my sofa and turned to me. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me to the wall. Mmm. I like this kind of charity collecting.

He slid his hands up my thighs, pulling my skirt along for the ride. My panties were soaked already and he sucked in a breath as he discovered how much I wanted him.

 

“Fuck, girl. Do you get this wet for everyone that knocks at your door?”

 

“No, just the smoking hot charity collectors.”

 

“Good.” He ripped off my flimsy knickers and threw them aside.

 

“Then this is all for me. And keep the sexy high heels on.”

 

Dropping to his knees he pushed my legs apart. Fucking sweet baby Jesus. My wetness was sliding down my inner thigh and he leaned into me, slipped out his tongue and licked my skin clean. His tongue flickered over my upper thigh before diving right into where he knew I needed him. Kneading and teasing my clit, he had the perfect motion. Licking and tasting me Jack couldn’t get enough and nor could I. I was pressed up to the wall but still felt I needed to hold on to something so I pushed my hands into his hair, gripping him to make sure he didn’t move until I came on his tongue.

 

I heard satisfied sounds coming from his mouth as he sucked my clit, slipping two fingers into me and rubbing me inside. I was cursing the high heels as I tried to balance but somehow I knew Jack wouldn’t let me fall. He continued his oral assault on my pussy and I soon came hard in his hot mouth, my climax filling my body with an overdose of pleasure as it spread into me, rolling through me like a freight train. Holy fuck.

 

Jack moved back and looked up at me with a smile on his lips, shiny with my juices. One quick move and he stood, kissed me with his juicy mouth, flipped me to the wall and unzipped.

 

“This won’t take long, sorry but I’m so fucking hard for you I’ll probably blow my load fast. So hold on.” I splayed my palms against the wall and spread my legs, imagining what his cock would feel like. I heard Jack drop his trousers and step out of them, my shaky body weak against the wall before he quickly returned to support me. One hand was on my waist and the other, well, the other must have been guiding his dick towards me. I suddenly felt the smooth head of his cock pressing into me. He was thick but needed hardly any pressure to slip inside me, I was still dripping from my orgasm.

 

Smoothly he filled me up, his thick cock providing the perfect amount of stretch inside my pussy. I could barely breathe as Jack pressed his chest to my back, his amazing dick deep inside me. He gripped my waist with both hands and fucked me, hard. His dick filled me over and over and felt incredible, each time seeming to go deeper and deeper. Jack pulled my waist back from the wall so I was leaning over, my hands still pressed up for balance. I spread my legs as far as I could and braced myself as he thrust deeper and deeper, over and over. Fucking hell, I was going to cum again.

 

My pussy tightened and I crashed for a second time, just as Jack exploded into me with his hot juices. Fuck me. Fucking perfect. A few moments passed as we calmed down and Jack stepped back, making sure I was steady.

 

“Now, remind me, what are you collecting for?”

 

“I’m working here in Cedar Grove collecting for Oxfam.”

 

“You do know this is Oak Terrace, right? Is that on your list?”

 

He looked down the page.

 

“No, it looks like I got the wrong street!”

 

I smiled at him. “No, Jack, believe me. You got the right street!”