I came home to find the apartment in disarray. A lamp, which was still on, lay on the floor, shining a spotlight on a half empty bookshelf. The books were strewn around the floor and one was soaking up the remnants of vase of water that held the violets that were now trampled.

My Betty was a bruiser, a broad shouldered girl, too tall to ever be comfortable in her own skin. She was a tough one, beaten into shape as a kid by a step- father for a good 12 years until she was old enough to kick his ass.

Betty sat on the floor in the kitchen with the last of my bourbon. Unlaced rollerskates, a black skirt and an old wife beater. Tattoos turned shadows under the white cotton, thick black and red lines peeking out, bold and unapologetic. Symbols of permanence. Scars given validation with ink.

“We lost,” she said with slight slur and a particular assessing glare.

I poured myself a glass of water and leaned on the counter of the small kitchen, looking down at her as she rocked the bottle of amber liquid on the black and white tiled floor.

I looked over to the living room and then back at her.

“I couldn’t find a book,” she shrugged.

She took one rollerskate and tried to push off the other with it, failing miserably.

“I couldn’t find a book and I can’t get these stupid things off.” She pathetically kicked at the floor with her skate.

At 20, with a messy bob of black hair and a cut lip and the beginnings of a black eye, she did her best to pout like a little girl. Roller derby was good for her, because she seemed to always be in-between healing black eyes, though before they were from fights.

“Help me get ‘em off?”

Kneeling, I took one of the black leathery boots by the thick back wheels and pulled. She winced as the skate slipped off her sore foot. Her shin looked purple and yellow, she had a scrape on her knee. My eyes lingered up higher to the edge of her skirt, then abruptly back to her other skate. I pulled the second one off and I stood up, holding out my hand to help her up.

She groaned as her sore and swollen joints creaked and then she was holding on to me with both her hands on my shoulders, her cheeks red, her eyes slightly glazed by the bourbon, but still shining. Then there was one of those moments, when our eyes meet and she is hanging on me, smelling like bourbon and a little like sweat and somewhere under all that some kind of perfume. We were going to kiss, but her knees gave out a little and she almost passed out.

“I’ll put you in bed.”

“Tuck me in, too?” she teased, smiling and limping with one arm around my shoulder.

“I’m sleeping on the couch, Bet.”

“Pshh, I bet you ten bucks you’ll be in bed in ten minutes. And don’t fucking call me Bet, you know I hate that.”

I sighed. I was too old for this.

I was sleeping on the couch because this whole thing just wasn’t working and we knew it. She was all rough and tumble, late night at rock clubs and drunk five nights a week. I was in a PhD program, I had a full time job. My punk youth was over, though not forgotten. That’s not to say I grew up and became boring, but I just wasn’t in the same world she was in.

That’s one of the many things that can happen when you date a girl who’s ten years younger than you. Even if she is taller than you.

It was more than that, though, and we knew it. We just didn’t click anymore. I was a city boy, through and through and deep down she was a Midwest girl.

She put her weight on my shoulder as I led her to the bedroom. The only light was street lamps coming in from the window. It illuminated tangled sheets and books all over the floor and nightstand.

I sat her down on the bed and she put her arms around my neck.

“I miss you,” she whispered. It made my throat hurt and my heart ache.

“Just get some sleep, Bet, we can talk tomorrow.”

She kissed my chin.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty anymore?” She kissed my cheek, catching just the edge of my lip.

“I think you’re drunk and sweaty and you have a black eye and probably a sprained ankle,” but she was already pulling me in for another kiss.

“You used to give me black and blues, remember?” Her voice was rough, she chuckled throaty, sad and dirty.

“You always end up getting bruised, one way or another,” I started, but she kissed me.

It had been a while, probably a month. She was depressed and her sex drive disappeared. The roller derby brought it back a little, but this was something else. This was goodbye.

I eased her back onto the bed. I hovered over her. I kissed her bruised face. I kissed her chapped lips. She rubbed her cheek against my stubble. Her hands were on my belt.

It’s superficial, but I’d miss her tattoos. It’s the main physical trait that would define her in my mind forever. As I kissed her shoulders, thick black letters and all the little symbols and secrets of her I remember every story, every detail. I still remember the why and where of all of them.

Her kisses grew wilder and so I held her down. Given time every action turns cliche, but just then it seemed more like nostalgia. That was until she started to fight. This wasn’t a little wilting flower, this was a tough girl who could take most people I know in  fight. This wasn’t submissive, this was earning it. I held her down by the wrists with all my strength and all my weight. She had opened my pants, but there was still a lot to do.

I pushed her legs open with mine and pressed against her. She bucked and writhed, she bit my lip. I let go of one of her wrists and she immediately pushed at my chest with her free hand. I pulled her shirt up. I pulled the cups of her bra down and sucked at her thick brown nipples, I bit down just enough to make her let out a little yelp. Her hand in my hair, pulling me away.

Suddenly the haze of a day at work and the sadness of this whole situation was gone for a moment. I was strong and she was hungry. I reached down, pushing away her skirt. I found her panties and pulled hard, ripping them, but not enough. She raised her ass, trying to push me away. I pulled again and came away with most of the fabric.

She was gasping and moaning. This wasn’t playful roughness, this was gut wrenching. This was the only thing keeping us from crying. I pulled out my cock. I had to concentrate on her, I had to bury my face in her tits and grind against her cunt and kiss her copper tasting lips just to get hard. I had to do anything but think.

There is an intimacy in this that is sort of rare in these dangerous times. My bare skin on hers. It still felt forbidden, even after living together for this long. I’d been trained for so long, but we had trust. That trust would be gone soon, any minute. My cock pressed against the coarse hairs of her sex.

She was wet, I could smell her, strong and tart. She was still fighting, but her hips were rising up, her legs open, her moans turning into needy whimpers.  I rubbed against her, I slipped against her and then I was pushing into her.

Sex with Betty was always a quick affair for some reason. Maybe that was one of reasons it was going to end. I liked to draw things out. I liked to tease and play. She was impatient and deep down very ashamed of it all. All that wanting went to waste with her.

She needed to be hit and be needed to be held down, but she could never talk about it. Those secret moments of violence, when she pulled my hands to her neck. Electric and forbidden and lost once they ended.

All I ever wanted to do was talk about it, but that was me. I overthought it, or so she said. If I tried to make her beg she would grow cold, and really, for me, the begging is the best part.

All this fluttered through my mind as I fucked her. Looking down her eyes were closed and she bit her lip. She was wet to the point that I could feel it on my thighs. The muscles of her sex were tight around me; her powerful legs, now wrapping around me and pulling me in.

In bed she didn’t like her clit played with. It bored her, she would brush my fingers away. Going down on her was occasional and for my benefit. Even when she played with herself she only fucked herself with her fingers.

As I fucked her I remembered that first time in a motel. She was strong and wild, so different from other women I’d been with. It was sort of awkward, because I didn’t know how to top her, and really I didn’t know any other way. At least not in that moment, in a motel room, both of us drunk and high from a concert.

Fucking her that last time, I felt almost detached.  She was lost in it, though, and I watched as her body went through the motions and cycles. Her blush, her breath getting faster. When she came she came hard and punched me in the shoulder, needed more of me to hold on to as I fucked her through it.

After the wave of her pleasure I lost my drive. It was gone and I was growing soft. I just rolled off her and she didn’t seem to notice that I didn’t come. She rolled onto her side, our bodies no longer touching. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or crying. I crawled off the bed and pulled the blanket onto of her.

I cleaned up the mess in the livingroom and wrote through the night, knowing tomorrow she would leave, and knowing I had to get the memories down before they were tainted or gone.

After that it was all packing and crying and the long days of uncertainty. I came out better in the end. She moved back west and found another boy to hurt her, one way or another.

Carly considered herself a good girl or now a good woman. She didn’t smoke or do drugs and she drank only in moderation. She’d been raised in a close family and well versed in ethics and morals during her early years. In high school, she had been an outstanding student and excelled in several sports – the all-American girl!

Then, she went off to a distant university and listened to the professors speak of humanism. . . the new morality! During her freshman years, she’d listened and reasoned and compared this new morality with that she’d learned during her childhood.

All around her she saw evidence of the new morality and the girls in her dorm were happily into this new life style. So it was that she made a conscious decision. She would try this new way. . . she would play the game! First, she would rid herself of that troublesome virginity!

It wasn’t difficult for Carly to play. Tall, willowy, brunette with blue eyes and a pale complexion set on delicate feminine facial features, she was the target for many of the college “Romeos”. Having made her decision, she was very discerning and passed up many opportunities until just the right guy had come along.

Ryan was the man who seemed to fit all her wants. He made his pass and she readily accepted. So I was that she went to dinner and back to Ryan’s hotel room to play. This evening, she had avoided any alcohol as she wanted to be able to fully enjoy what was about to happen. . . what she wanted to happen! Strange, she’d thought, having made her decision how eager she was to get on with it.

She had chosen well in Ryan, a sensitive and considerate lover who had broken several girls into the new life style previously. When they’d returned to his room, he had kissed her and made love to her with his eyes. Carly’d felt her passions rise as she realized what was happening. . . She was being seduced! . . . on the first date yet!

As they kissed and she’d felt a never ending series of new and exciting feeling, she was aware of Ryan’s hands roving over her and her clothing falling away. When she felt his lips on her breasts, she reveled in the sensations she was receiving. Only when she felt his big cock move into her vestibule did she feel fear. It had been momentary as the bog man-meat moved into her warm love channel and she was subject to a whole new set of sensations.

From that first night with Ryan, Carly went through a number of ready and willing guys as she became addicted to the excitement of fucking each new guy! As she experienced each of those new guys in her life, she picked up some new ideas to perfect her own technique and life was good.

Then, after university, she’d moved to the city and found the many clubs and discos exactly to her liking. There were men, even a surplus of men, as she adjusted to her new life in the city. She leased a studio apartment in one of the high-rise apartments which she furnished to suite her tastes. The big, king-sized bed with the dimmer lighting and a bedside stand stocked with condoms, lubes, and gadgets. On the walls were murals of nude men and women and the stereo system was equipped to play mood music.

It was the place where she could entertain and be entertained by the men she chose to bring there.

So it was that early evening when Carly, dressed in a sexy, skintight, red mini-dress and black hosiery. approached the Atrium Club where she was pretty sure that there’d be a man to suit her purpose.

It was early yet as she entered and passed through the still sparse crowd to the bar, she noted the several pairs of men’s eyes follow her. Then, at the bar, she turned suddenly and checked out the owners of those eyes. One set of eyes in particular belonged to a rather handsome fellow with the earmarks of a gentleman and she considered him.

The fellow was rather to her liking and she’d probably not find better for her purposes by waiting. She returned her gaze to that particular set of eyes and caught his attention. Then, having sent the signal she waited until a minute later when he appeared by her side and spoke, “High, I’m Greg and who, might I ask, have I the pleasure of addressing?”

“Name’s Carly! Have a seat here at the bar.” She said as she motioned him to sit.

“What’s up with you tonight? Carly”

“Just drinkin’ and lookin’ for a good time”

Greg turned to the bartender and ordered, “Another drink for the lady please.”

So, they engaged in small talk for a few minutes and Carly noted, with satisfaction, that Greg’s hands were frequently touching and feeling her. . . all very innocently of course! She began to feel the excitement build!

Then, the band started to play and they danced. Greg was a lousy dancer. . .but his hands were constantly on her. When the music got slow, he pulled her to him and she felt his bone wedged between their bellies. He was definitely hot!

Then, as they returned to the bar, Carly said, “I’ve got a place. . .not to far! It’s more private.” Twenty minutes later, Carly was opening her apartment door to admit she and Greg.

Then, on entry, she suggested that Greg sit on the sofa while she poured them some brandy. As she moved, the mood music began to play in the background and the lights grew dimmer. From her picture window the lights of the city were beautiful and after handing Greg his drink, she went to the window and stared out in silence. Then, just as she’d planned, Greg came and stood behind her at the window.

As they looked out on the lights of the city she felt Greg’s arms embrace her from behind as he pressed his body against hers at the window. Her excitement grew! She turned and embraced Greg to draw him close as she kissed him.

Now, she was feeling the good old familiar feel . . lust, passion, excitement, possibly a bit of fear. Her mind and body were fully attuned to the situation and she felt her labia moisten and her nipples grow sensitive. There was an urgency now!

Carly took Greg’s hand and led him to the big bed where she turned him and sat him as she loosened his belt and zipper ands pulled off his polo shirt. Suddenly, it was a flurry of activity as they undressed each other and themselves to leave their clothes where they fell on he floor.

As Carly looked at Greg’s body for the first time, she was pleased. He was normal and healthy and his hard-on was at it’s finest. She reveled briefly in the thought that she had caused it – it as hers, at least for the night anyway! This was what she lived for. . .

When Greg moved between her legs and positioned himself to eat her pussy, she was additionally pleased and she moved again so that they were in a perfect 69 position. From this position, she could suck him off and get his first discharge into her mouth; then, he’d last longer when they fucked.

A few minutes later, Greg suddenly backed away from Carly as his cock left her mouth and began to spurt his discharge on to her breasts. Having completed his ejaculation, he rolled off her and she reached for the towel on the night stand to wipe away all of Greg’s discharge. This was better than she’d hoped, now she didn’t have that taste in her mouth.

She moved up to kiss him on the lips. . .He needed some stimulation and with one hand on his now flaccid cock and her lips and tongue on his mouth, she hoped to accomplish just that. Then, as their tongues met, she tasted her own juices and her excitement grew once again. In less than a minute, Carly felt the muscle in her hand begin to grow and expand and then, it was ready!

Then, with Greg flat on his back, she saw her opportunity. She moved over him with one knee either side of her rib cage, applied the condom, and positioned his cock for her to sit down and impale herself on it. It was her favorite position. It was the position of power. It was like this that she derived her greatest pleasure!

Finally, in position, Carly rode Greg, cowgirl fashion, long and hard. She bounced on him with a fury like Greg had never seen before. Sometimes she rode bent forward with her tits touching Greg’s and others, she rode tall in the saddle. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

Carly’s excitement had grown to a level that she seldom experienced and she poured every bit of energy she could muster into this fuck in hopes of increasing her pleasure. No doubt Greg was good! He had brought her to this point.

Then, with all the violent movement, fatigue began to set in and Carly slowed. Every cycle of her thrusting grew slower. . . .Still she worked! She needed to cum!

Then, Greg made the move. He suddenly rolled Carly on to her back and moved between her widely splayed knees to a position where he could re-insert his cock into her and drive it home in her belly.

This time, Greg began to pound his cock into her in a violent thrusting and the exhausted Carly could only lay idle as he fucked her relentlessly. It was as she lay there, she felt it! It was a feeling like no other! The sensations from her vulva and vagina were powerful – more powerful that any she’d previously experienced in a long time. They flooded over her and blotted out all rational thinking! Only the extreme pleasure remained! She had her sought after orgasm!

When she felt Greg stiffen and his actions grow erratic, Carly sensed the end. With renewed energy, she raised her butt off the bed and drove herself on to his thrusting cock as she felt the slight jerks of his cock muscles as they spewed their discharge into the condom.

A minute later, Greg rolled off her and said simply, “That was one hell of a fuck!”

Carly felt pride in his statement. She’d taken him for a good ride and she knew it.

Then, Greg was putting his clothes on. As he tied his second shoe, he stood, took the last sip of brandy from his snifter and turned to go. Carly was at his side and as he reached the door he said, “May I call you some time?”

Carly said simply, “Sometime would be nice.”

“See you around!”

Then Greg was gone.

Carly went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and gargled. The taste of her juices that she had gotten when she’d kissed Greg remained to be washed away. Then, she showered and dried herself.

A look a her watch told her it wasn’t even ten o’clock yet and she still had time for the evening television news before bed. . . .

My one night with Jenny was a night I never thought would happen.We had met in an internet chat room and hit it off pretty good as friends. However the problem was that she lived on the west coast and I lived on the east coast.We talked about music, life, the relationships each of us were in at the time. Through the instant messaging on the internet we had some pretty intense cybersex experiences. That lead to more intense phone sex experiences. We had an emotional bond to each other, how to turn each other on and how to get each other off.However our real-life relationships were in the way of finding out if the intensity of the fantasy world could be matched in reality. We were each involved in a long distance relationship. Hers happened to be with a guy in a city about an hour away from me. So anytime she came out to visit him, she stayed with other friends of hers and we d always see eachother for a day   some kissing, a meal, friendly conversation, but that was it. She didn t want to cheat on her boyfriend and I didn t want to cheat on my girlfriend.We kept in touch over the years and every time I was between relationships, she was in one, and when she was available, I was in one. However that all changed one August day.I was between relationships and she was on the East Coast visiting. We met at a park near her friend s house before lunch and she was looking better than usual. Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders (she usually wore it short) a loose-fitting red v-neck shirt that showed off some of her 40C cleavage, and a pair of tight jeans that framed her fine ass well. We greeted each other with our usual hug and kiss, during which our tongues intertwined and I thought I felt a little something extra in her kiss but I wasn t sure. During our lunch conversation she was complaining about how he was treating her and how she was getting sick of the friends she was staying with. I suggested that she get away from it all for a night and come stay at my place. I said if she was worried about what anyone thought she could stay in my guest room.She accepted my invitation and we were having some friendly conversation in the car on the ride back, when she said  Gary I notice you ve been checking me out quite a bit today, I bet you can t wait to get back to your place and get your mouth on these  and with that she flashed me her magnificent tits. I nearly lost control of the car at that point, but managed to get refocused on the interstate. Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear  I like the effect I m having on you  and unzipped my fly, took out my hardening cock and stroked it a few times.Then she said  I can t wait until I can taste this tonight  stroked it a few more times and then slid it back in my pants.The ride back to my place seemed like took forever. However once we got there things heated up quickly. Our hands were all over each other, taking off each other s clothes right after I closed the door behind us. We were naked in less than a minute. I pinned her against the door and reached around to squeeze her ass while my tongue was in her mouth and my hard-on was pressing against her pussy. I lifted one of her legs slightly and with one thrust I was inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, then lifted her other leg up and wrapped it around my waist and growled in my ear  Fuck me hard baby  and with that I pistoned into her as hard and fast as I could, while my head bent down to lick those inviting breasts. My mind was still spinning from the fact I was finally getting to fuck her and I was amazed that we were doing it standing up and it took only a few minutes before I shot my first load of the night into her tight pussy.As we stood there wrapped in each other s arms breathing hard my softening dick slipped out of her pussy and she reached down took a hold of it and said  let s see how quickly you can get ready for round 23 . With that she knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth.She rolled her tongue over it as it slid between her lips. Then she licked up and down while playing with my balls. She was begging me to get hard quickly as she started beating me off with her hand and licking and sucking on my balls, rolling them on her tongue one at a time. It didn t take long of that treatment before I was rock hard and ready to go again.I stood her up and moved her to the couch where I had her sit down and I knelt in front of her. I started to lick her pussy and tracing my tongue gently over the lips while reaching up to massage her breasts. I sucked each pussy lip into my mouth to savor her juices while flicking my tongue across them. Then I did the alphabet trick and traced my tongue over them in the shape of each letter of the alphabet as I moved my hands down so I could carress her fine ass and slowly start to finger fuck her pussy while eating her. She was moaning loudly with pleasure. She had wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed them to pull me even closer to her as her hands helped hold my head in place I was in heaven. But eventually I had to come up for air. When I did I stood her up and took her place sitting on the couch.She instinctively mounted me and started to ride me slowly at first leaning forward so we could share a long passionate kiss. She was moving at the perfect rhythm so I could time my thrusts upward to meet hers perfectly. I slid my face down so I could bury my face between her lucious breasts sucking them as she rode. That must ve set something off inside her as she wrapped her arms around me and suddenly started riding me hard and fast like a racehorse. I couldn t keep up with her so I just leaned back, enjoyed the look of absolute pleasure on her face, the sounds of her screaming with pleasure, the sight of her tits bouncing up and down and the feel of her tight pussy around my cock. She started moaning and shouting that she was cumming and that set me off as I held her hips and ass and thrust upward and shot what felt like even a bigger load than the first time into her. She collapsed breathless onto me, smiling, running her hands through my hair saying  why didn t we do this sooner? After that we got dressed and had dinner, but by dessert we were both naked and finding other uses for the whipped cream. At one point she was sitting on the dining room table as I fucked her while licking whipped cream off her breasts. We moved to the floor and she covered my dick with whipped cream before giving me an amazing blowjob, teasing me with her tongue and teeth, and we finished in missionary with her legs wrapped around me as I shot another load inside her.We stayed naked the rest of the night engaging in some heavy petting and kissing and doing it twice more time before going to sleep. We did it twice more the following morning   including once in the shower   before it was time to drive her home.. We agreed that it was even better in-person than either of us could have imagined. However we also agreed that it was best left as a one-night stand as there was no way we d be able to top what happened. She made up with her boyfriend and is happy with him and a month later I met a wonderful woman I m still seeing.

 

Visit Tempting Dreams

 

She was 19 years old and she had me salivating from the moment she walked up to me in the bar and said, “Wanna fuck my shaved teen pussy?” What the hell did she think I would say? No? She knew damn well what I would say.

She led me out to her car and I got in the front seat. But I was really surprised when she climbed in the back seat and pulled up her skirt and said, “How are you going to fuck me from way up there?” I tell ya, it took all of about 10 seconds for me to get my ass back there and get my pants down around my ankles. She was already fingering her shaved teen pussy and I could tell even in the dim light of the parking lot that she was juicy wet.

Now normally, I’d be down there getting a taste of that sweet shaved teen pussy but this obviously wasn’t the place for it and she obviously was not in the mood for it. My cock was rock hard and I rubbed the tip of it against her slit, getting it nice and wet with her juices. And then I slid it in nice and slow. Her twat was so hot and wet and her pussy sucked it right in. She knew exactly what she wanted and she wasn’t having any of this taking it slow business. She wanted me deep inside her now and she wasn’t having anything less. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her with a little groan that made me even more excited.

Fine, I figured. This little slut wanted to get fucked? Well, that is exactly what she was going to get. I started pounding her just like she wanted and the car started rocking. She pulled her legs towards her so I could see every inch of my cock as I slammed it into her shaved teen pussy again and again. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be really intent on working towards a good orgasm. With each thrust of my cock her pussy muscles tightened around my shaft and she gave a little groan. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that night. I got a hot teen twat to fuck and I didn’t even have to work for it.

Turns out the slut was multi-orgasmic. She came once and as I was about to let go a load of jism inside her she said, “Don’t you dare fucking cum yet! Keep fucking me!” I reached up under her shirt to find no bra and a perfect pair of little titties.

“You want more?” I asked as I pinched her nipples.

“Yes, yes…”

She seemed to like it rough so I pinched and pulled at those hard peaks, trying hard not to cum yet. I was really fighting it but I didn’t have to for long.

“Yes, almost, yes, that’s it…” she was muttering.

Her second orgasm was much more explosive than the first and she actually screamed as she came. Her shaved teen pussy was dripping with her juices and spasming around my dick and that was about as much as I could take. I came hard.

As I got out of the car my buddies that I had deserted earlier were coming out of the bar and looking around the parking lot.

“Dude, what the hell happened to you?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said.

 

 

One of our other neighborhood friends are named Jay and Nancy Cone, who had know Tim a long time and live just a few houses down by us and Jay was my next victims so to speak. Jay had not seen me in a thong bikini or a bikini top. I can tell that he is attracted to me by his comments and his appreciative stares. One night we ran into the Cone’s at a restaurant and we had the usual small talk as we greeted each other. They had eaten early and were leaving as we were coming into the place and when they said good night, I heard Tim say to Jay. “Mule lets play golf this weekend.”

At the table, I asked Tim what he had called Jay at the door! Tim smiled and said it was a nickname that Jay got way back when he was in college. Tim looked around to make sure that no one heard him leaned over toward me and said.

“I have no personal knowledge, but he seems to have a rather large penis!”

“Oh, that is funny, so when you boys shower at the club you check on each other!”

Tim looked down and in a whisper said. “Honey I don’t shower at the club, so I don’t see any of them!”

I didn’t say anything to Tim, but I wanted to let him know some time in the future that his little problem was no longer a problem for me. My mind told me to say ….”Tim honey we can work this out, I have never said anything about thatI love you and I love our lifelets not worry about something that you cannot do anything about!” (I am doing something about it for me.) That night in bed as Tim preformed oral sex on me and he shot his little loads off after his minute man performance I began to hatch a plan to bed the mule.

From loud mouth Kathy, who seems, to tell everyone her problems and she knew all the dirt on all which open up to her, I learned of Jay and Nancy’s love life. Kathy open up to me that Jay and Nancy occasionally had sex. It was sex in the missionary position with little emotional or physical piquancy to Kathy tell it. Nancy had discovered that Jay was into porn off the internet and he was a camera buffweekend photographer. Poor old Jay, it sounded as if his sex life revolves around porn and adult personals web sites. I can see him now setting at his computer looking at the web camera images of women giving head and taking it in the pussy and ass. I bet he chat’s with women in the most graphic of terms and hell for all I know he might just meet one for sex no longer delivered or received by him at home. It seems Nancy was, turned off by all this.

Jay was in his early 50’s and Nancy was a year or two younger, they had one daughter who lived on the other side of town and the love of their life was the grand baby. It took some time for me to get the routine of the two and so I knew when Nancy would be off to see the grand baby. I called Jay at home that same night when I knew she was gone and asked him to do me a favor. I said to him that as he knew, Tim’s birthday was approaching and that I had thought of a great present for Tim’s and that I needed his help. I explained that I wanted to have him take some nice pictures of me and I was going to take it to Kinko’s to make it into a calendar with me as the calendar girl for each month.

“Damn Marca that sounds like a hot birthday present, you ever done anything like that before?”

“Will Jay I had done one about these years before I met Tim, when I did professional modeling and I wanted to surprise Tim with the calendar.”

I went on to say that, I had heard that he, Jay was good at taking pictures and he could use his digital camera so that we could take lots of pictures and he could help decide which ones he would think my hubby would like. He agreed readily and we planned to do it the following week, one night after work at my house.

“Marca when and where, I don’t think I better do the session here, ah Nancy might not understand!”

“Oh I know, just our little secret, Tim will be out of town and I have the place all to myself!”

The day came and Jay arrived at my house on time. He had the camera, and in no time, his set up in the living room was ready. I had brought out several outfits, laid them on the couch so that he could help me decide what to wear. I got him a beer and asked him of what he thought of my choices. I had picked out three sexy outfits! One was a white string thong bikini, with white 6-inch FMP. The second one was a basic blue string thong bikini with the same 6-inch FMP. The last was a black bikini with black 5-inch FMP. Probably the most revealing was the blue bikini. The top is almost a see through as it is and is tight against my chest. It is something Tim would never want me to wear in public, as my nipples would be clearly visible.

He deliberated for a few moments before settling on the blue outfit (I knew it!). Jay said that it would look great on me and might provide some interesting pictures for the hubby! He was blushing a little at this point and I could tell he was nervous. I had to get him to relax a bit and have some fun. I got him a second beer and had Jay sit on the couch while I went up stairs and put on the outfit in my bedroom. I came out wearing blue bikini and you could hear the click of my heels coming down the stairs. Jay looked up at me as I smiled and his smiled said that I looked great and he was looking at my nipples poking through the fabric of the thin cotton material as he said that.

Here was a man my husband’s age and he had never seen me dressed in anything like this. I modeled the sexy bikini for him; turning to make sure, he got a good look of the thong going up my ass crack. “Jay you like, you think I can make Tim happy with this gift!”

“Oh Marca, I can see why every man on the block looks at you with lust!”

I smiled and gave him that shy look of oh, you are kidding, and they all look at me like that! I got a large glass of white wine, sat on the love seat across from him and told him what I wanted to do. I said that I thought it would be good to get some sexy pictures that were a little revealing and I was open for suggestions from him as we went along. He gulped his beer and tried not to look too obvious about the fact that his look was trying to undress me.

“Marca, lets get started, why don’t we start with you standing and let me get some shots of your long tan sexy legs!”

I stood up, leaned back against the wall and pushed my breasts toward him; I ruffled my hair with my hands. “Is this a good shot?” I asked coyly. He answered by grabbing the camera and positioning himself about six feet away. I heard the beep of the digital camera as he took the picture. I turned around and assumed the position of one waiting to get it dog style with my bum pushed out towards him and my face to the wall. Once again, I heard the beep of the camera and could tell that he was getting into this now. He suggested that a good shot would be of me from the back with my hands on the bottom of my bikini strings, as if I was about to pull it down slowly over my hips.

I immediately placed both of my hands on my ass and rubbed it a bit and I heard the beep again as he took another picture. I placed my hands on the bottom of the bikini and pulled it down slightly as I looked at him over my shoulder. He was clearly getting aroused and was now staring at the bottom roundness of my ass cheeks. I heard him take another picture and then he was motioning for me to stay like that so that he could get a better picture from a little bit closer. He told me to hold the bikini a little lower and lean over a bit more with my legs slightly more spread.

I did not hesitate for a second and now I had the bottom half of my ass exposed and since I was bending over slightly with spread legs he was about to see my pussy lips as well! I heard the beep of the camera after about 10 seconds of him staring at me. I asked him if it was a good shot and if he could see a little of my bum in it. He stammered that it was a great shot but that he may have got a little more than that in it!

“Well Jay, I want my husband to think of me turned on by the pictures so I will let you be the judge of what you think would turn him on.”

I turned around, pulled the front of my top down some exposing almost one of my nipples and asked if that was a good picture. Beep went the camera and he licked his lips and sweated a bit more. My heart was beating fast now as I realized that I was going to be completely naked in front of Jay before too long and I was wondering how long it would take to get him between my legs.

“Jay I trust you are not going to say anything to anyone that you took these!”

“Honey, no one will ever know who took them!”

I let the top fall off and I covered my nipples the best I could with my hands on each, of my breast. “Jay he should like this pose!” I started rubbing my breasts and cupping them for the camera. He took about four more pictures of that. Then I turned around and slowly removed my bottoms an inch at a time and heard the camera steadily taking more pictures. My bikini bottom hit the floor and I kicked it onto the couch my right foot and lost my balance a bit. I stumbled backward, and fell into Jay as he tried to catch me. He accidentally (?) touched my breast, in the process, his hand stayed on it for a few seconds and he asked if I was okay. I moved away smiling as my nipples went rock hard, as I lay back on the couch with my legs spread a little and let him take some full nude shots of me.

“Touch your self Marca; touch your sweet sexy body baby!”

“Oh god this is making me so horny, oh Jay I am in need of someoh Jay!”

It was really turning me on to know that somebody that knew my husband so well was in the room while I was naked and they were taking pictures of me that he would see me nude! I reached down and started to slowly, rub my outer pussy lips with my fingertips. I closed my eyes and arched my back as Jay continued to move around the room photographing me. I do not know how long this lasted but it was getting to the point that I could not stand it anymore; I was getting close to coming. I realized that I had not heard the beep of the camera for a while and I slowly opened one of my eyes to see why. Jay was standing beside the couch right in front of my pussy and he was watching me finger myself. He had his fly down and was stroking his hard long cock, damn Tim had been right about him he was hung.

“My god you are big, Jesus Christ, you’re humongous!”

“Honey they don’t call me Mule Dick for nothing!”

I sat up and reached out to touch him, to feel that ugly looking pussy expander, god he could make a girl’s pussy get bigger real quick. He glances my way and I closed my eye again to pretend that I was oblivious to what was about to happen. I began to moan as I pictured him jerking off onto my body and coming on me – that really turns me on. My moan must have encouraged him because I felt him rubbing his penis on my lips at the same time that I felt one of his hands roughly grab my right breast. I opened my eyes in shock (I can act shocked when I need to!) and he almost stepped away, I reassured him by parting my lips and licking the tip of his penis. He tasted salty from the pre-cum that was already on the tip of his penis.

“Oh Jesus, it’s twice as big as Tim is, I think it is more than twice! Jay I need to kiss that big thing and show you how I can make it spit cream on me!”

I said falling to my knees. God I love sucking cock I thought as I held it up and kissed the bottom licking my way to the big head. It is like a big lollipop I thought. My tongue licked across the seeping head and then I enveloped it with my warm lips. The masculine smell of Jay was driving me into frenzy. I sucked more of the thick cock into my mouth. My hand found his heavy ball sack and squeezed gently. I gagged a little as his big cock head brushed the top of my throat. Oh, I want to taste his cream so bad. I could feel his heavy balls throbbing in my hand. I opened my mouth wider and he began to slowly, slide his dick in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. One of his hands was still on my breasts moving back and forth between them and getting me even hotter. I continued to let him fuck my mouth while I closed my eyes and wondered if he was going to cream my mouth or not.

“Oh Jesus, Marca what a cock sucker you are, damn I knew you had to be good, but not this good!”

At that point, I heard a beep and realized he had taken another picture! Oh, oh what was this one? I opened my eyes in time to see him clicking off another picture of his dick almost half way buried in my mouth! I wrapped one hand around his shaft and lifted slightly as I went straight for his balls with my tongue. I licked underneath and on the sides bringing his balls into my mouth one at a time. I moved upwards with my tongue all around the sides until I reached the head of his cock and slowly ran my tongue all around the rim. Hungry now, I took him into my mouth all at once and then closed my lips around him. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth enjoying every inch of him. I think that was what put him over the edge, I felt him began to tense and I knew he was going to go off.

I began to rub my pussy harder and was moaning as I felt the first warm blast in my mouth and I gagged a bit as it started to run down my chin. He snapped another picture as his dick left my mouth and shot a stream of cum across my face and into my hair! I was over the edge now myself as he shot his next stream of cum over my tits and began to rub his dick all over my tits and my face. My orgasm lasted for almost a minute and he was taking pictures of us the whole time.

“God baby, no one has ever been able to take it that far before. Will, I have had a couple of call girls do it for me a few times, but they are prodamn Marcaso you have done this beforebaby it feels great.”

“Oh Jay, can we just say that was definitely the naughtiest thing that I have ever done; since I married Tim and I doubt that it will be repeated anytime soon with my husband!”

Jay slipped off the sofa took my hand and pulled me behind him to Tim’s office and his PC. With me right behind him in only my heels and cream dripping all over me, he downloaded the pictures on to the PC. I watched as the pictures came up and half of them I could never let Tim see them.

“Jay maybe I will let you have these pictures of me. The ones of me sucking you, for sure you can have to remember me. Although I think, you had better be careful not to let your wife see! I do not think she has quite the same attitude about sex as I do.”

I smiled up at the good close friend of my husband and said. “Your wife is expecting you home when?”

“After ten, she went to see the grand baby!”

I took his hand and led him up stairs to the bedroom. I got to our bed and I looked at his limp cock that hung down a good 8-inches limp and said. “Here Jay let me get that up for you!” I sucked him to a stiff one and than I rolled over on all fours and had my ass at the end of the bed. I looked back and said.

“Jay you’re more than welcome to some of Tim’s private stuff, after tonight you just cannot tell him that his pussy is your pussy also! I want you to fuck me hard and long.”

No sooner had I said the words than he is standing at my ass, my hands pressed into the bed. He slips his hard cock up and down my wet slit, letting the head snuggle in and than out. I moan as my ass humps back trying to clamp on to the monster head, to hold in my dark cave. I look back at the middle age grandfather and say.

“Why are you teasing me. it is yours god damn don’t you want some ass!”

“You fucking whore, you been teasing all the men around here since the day we all saw youwelcome to the club!”

I put my head down on the bed and moaned, please, please, do something.

“Marca you going to be my whore, when I need one for some of my customers?” I turned my head back at him quickly and than felt him pull back from me.

“Whatever, Jay. just give it to me. yes I will fuck whoever you want, please!”

Than he slipped his hard mule, cock into me and starts to push in deep, hard and fast. He pulls against my hips as he thrusts.

“OH FUCKTHAT HURTSSLOW OH DAMN IT SLOW!”

He stopped with it half way out and let me adjust to it and than I humped back at him, oh yes, oh yes, so good! I moan and tell him to spank my ass while he fuck’s me. He starts swatting me and then says, “Everyone said you were a whore, you like getting fucked by anyone, don’t you?” “Oh yea, you know I do,” I reply. I am amazed at how good it felt fucking him. This is better than any sexual encounter than his good friend Tim is and I ever had. Damn what are friends for! I am really getting into his dominance. He pulls my hair back and pushes harder and faster still into me. I call out his name and scream for him to make me cum again. He fuck’s me even faster and I can hardly believe how badly my body wants the orgasm. I scream as it takes me and he fuck’s harder until he finds his own release.

He pulls out and lies on the bed. I get myself up and straddle him, lowering myself on his slightly limp cock. “Now it’s my turn,” I say as I start to ride him. I move slowly at first, allowing his cock to reach its full potential before I unleash my sexual beast on him. I am going to give a completely new meaning to the term”I want to fuck you like an animal”. I start to increase my speed and pressure, bringing myself down fully onto him with each downward motion. I can feel him rubbing against my walls and I say, “Do you like how I fuck you?” “Fuck yea,” he says. “No one does it like I do, right?”

“Yea, you fuck like a wild woman,” he says. “I love how you fuck.” I continue to ride him, feeling his length inside as it moves through me with each stroke. I move faster and push down hard against him as I bite hard into his chest, hard enough to leave a mark. He is too involved in our act to fight against it as I continue to fuck him. Soon we are both coming and I pull myself away from him as we both get our breath. Lying side-by-side getting ourselves together, Jay said. “After you’ve been stretched with this cock a few times, a small cock will not satisfy your cock hungry hole! What are you going to do baby?”

I get off the bed and head to the bathroom, as I come back into the bedroom, he is gathers his things. Than he asked me when can we meet again and I tell him he needs to get home. “Jay call me Wednesday afternoon, lets talk about seeing each other.”

“Oh Marca, what are you going to do about Tim’s calendar?”

“Fuck that calendar, I will give him a BJ and say happy birthday!”

This is a day Ive dreamt of. For months, I’ve watched Allison as she worked from her desk. I’ve watched her as her ass moved in those business skirts and slacks. I’ve watched every curve of her body. How her breasts stuck out from the tight sweaters and blouses she wore. She was always playful with the guys. A natural flirt. I’ve always wanted to fuck Allison since the day I first saw her. What guy wouldn’t? She had a body that any guy would give their left nut for. And she always walked around with an air of confidence that almost screamed “I can fuck any guy I want and you can’t do anything about it!” Today was the best time for me. Her boss was overseas on a business trip, so she could wear more casual clothes. Today she wore black slacks with leggings and a black pullover sweater. The slacks hugged her shapely legs, which made up for the bulky sweater covering up her breasts. And I found out that she would be spending most of the work day filing old accounts. That meant she would be spending a lot of time in the file room, which was the only isolated room in the whole floor besides the restrooms!

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I spent most of the morning preparing for what I wanted to do to her. I knew she was a creature of habit, going to the file room at set points of the day. I also knew that the file room doors were left open during business hours. Anyone could go in there at any time. By two-thirty, I knew it would soon be time for her to head to the file room again. I watched as she started getting files ready for her to bring with her, then I took my afternoon break. The restrooms on the floor were across the small hallway from the file room. Most folks don’t take their afternoon breaks until three, so I knew not too many folks would notice that instead of heading to the elevators or to the men’s room, I went into the file room. The file room is filled with racks upon racks of old files. In the far back of the room was the copying machine. It was out of the line of sight with the door, so in order for you to see the copying machine, you had to go through the door, down three rows, then turn right. Many of the file boxes weren’t put up on racks yet, so I hid myself behind one stack of boxes and waited for Allison to show up. Read more