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My heart pounds relentlessly as I wait for the door to open. It opens and there he stands, tall and handsome with a wonderfully scruffy beard. We haven’t met before, only exchanged pictures. I notice he’s even more insanely attractive in person. I can’t kid myself that I hold a candle to him. I’m beautiful, but fat. I want to run away. But he takes me hand, “It’s so nice to meet you June, I’m David” he smiles reassuringly. I nod, feeling woozy. He pulls on my hand, “Come in.” His apartment’s clean and cozy. For a moment I think I even might be able to feel comfortable there. “Sit.” he indicates the couch. He sits opposite in a chair. “Shall we start by going over the rules.”



My eyes bulge. I’m shocked, but somewhat comforted, that he’s diving in so quickly. I mean, I do like rules. They tell you where you stand; give some control in the chaos. “Sure.” I nod curtly.



“Please drink,” I look down at the coffee table and notice a glass of wine. I feel somewhat worried to drink out of a glass he poured while I wasn’t watching, but as I’m already in the lions den. I drink half the glass in a large gulp. He chuckles. I keep serious, and look to him for my rules. He smiles at me for a long moment, then continues. “When you speak to me, you will always address me as sir.” I nod, having expected this rule. “It’s not yes, or please, or may I. It’s yes SIR, please SIR, and may I SIR.



“Yes Sir,” I answer, eager to please.



“Good girl,” I smile, tickled at his approval. He continues, “You will not cum without my explicit permission.” I gulp at this. I may be a virgin, but I really enjoy orgasms. I cum easily and that’s just with my own hands. Imagining what he’s going to do to me sets me on fire. I could cum right now and he hasn’t even touched me yet. “You may ask me to cum, if you need to, but I might refuse. If you do not ask before you cum you will be punished severely.” He looks stern, his words and expression send a jolt through my pussy.



“Yes Sir,” I comply more solemnly this time, guessing this rule will get me in trouble.



“Obviously you will follow all of my orders. If you refuse, ignore, or otherwise fuck-up my orders you will be punished.” I exhale and slightly rub my pussy into the couch, jolting at the thought of punishment.



“Yes, Sir,” I tell him breathlessly but fiercely.



His eyes narrow and he wears a small smirk, he can tell I’m already getting off. “Any questions?” I shake my head no. I’m aching to begin. “Are you ready for your virginity to be ripped away?” His face morphs into a mischievous grin. My pussy pulses. Nothing makes you appreciate still having your infernal virginity at 26 like the thrilling threat of having it stolen.



I take a deep breath, trying to control my body. “Yes, please, Sir.” I tell him emphatically. .



“Come here, my virgin whore,” I immediately stand and walk to him. He reaches out and pulls me over his lap. My face and legs down and ass in the air. I can feel his big bulge against my pussy, I rub unintentionally. I can’t help but be turned on in this exposed position. He pulls the hem of my dress up over my back exposing my black panties. He caresses my ass causing me to involuntarily hump. “Shhhh,” he tells me still caressing, “calm yourself my little slut. Shhhhhh.” He pulls my panties down but leaves them just above the knee, keeping me somewhat restrained. I can smell my juices in the air, I’m sure he can see how incredibly wet I am. “You ARE ready for Daddy Dom to take your virginity, aren’t you?” He coaxes.



“Yes, Sir,” I respond breathlessly. He plunges two fingers in to my sopping wet virgin hole, “Ohhhh,” I gasp. He pumps quickly in and out. I can’t help but buck against his hand. His thumb hitting my clit. I realize I’m going to cum. I can’t stop it. “I’m going to come, ahhh, I”m going to cum.”



“You will not, you insolent SLUT! Next time you forget to say Sir you will be punished.”



Realizing my mistake, I quickly and breathlessly beg, “Please, please Sir let me cum! FuCKKKKKKK.” He doesn’t answer, but removes his 3 fingers from my out-of-control pussy. I gasp, feeling loss, but relief. It’s short lived, he begins his assault on my vagina again, I think he switched hands. If his hand hurts from this exchange imagine what my pussy feels like. At once a pussy moistened finger is driven into my asshole. “Ahhhh,” I scream in pain and violation. I hump his legs. His hands are plunging into my holes and his thumb assaulting my clit. The pain disappears into complete and blissful pleasure. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.”



He doesn’t say anything through my lengthy, thrashing, endlessly pleasurable orgasm. He keeps pummeling my pulsating holes until I go limp. His fingers slip out of me. I’m like a ragdoll; completely flaccid. I don’t know what to say or do. I just had the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. I know I broke a rule, but it was worth it. Anyways, I’m new to this; surely he’ll understand I’m learning.



“Thwak.” his hand comes down hard on the exposed flesh of my ass. I scream. “Why?”



“Why Sir!” He growls, thwak, thwak, thwak.



I whimper, “Why Sir? I tried not to, I swear” I let out a quick sob, but swallow it.



Thwak, thwak, thwak. “If you disobey or break a rule. You WILL be punished. I was very clear. There will be no exceptions.” I hang my head in defeat as he lays out a new assault on my sore cheeks. “You WILL answer when I speak to you!” Thwak, thwak, thwak.



“Yes, sir,” I say quietly.



Thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak. “So I can hear you, you dirty slut whore.”



I lift my head up and say with all my might, “Yes Sir”.



“That’s more like it,” he says reassuringly. Thwak, thwak, thwak. The hits hurt so much, they have me squirming all over the place. The pain and pressure builds. The pain starts to wane in the face of pleasure. Thwak, thwak, thwak



“Ahhh,” I hump against his leg and meet his hand spanking my ass. I realize I’m close, not on the edge, but close. “Please, Sir, can I cum?” I ask preemptively.



“NO YOU MAY NOT.” Thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak.



“Oh god!” I writhe against him. My whole body’s on fire. Especially my ass. I need to put it out, “Oh god, OH god, OH fuck, Oh please, oh please sir. Please sir let me cum!” I”m bucking wildly, he’s relentlessly slapping my ass. “P-p-p-pl-please, sir, please let me cum.”



“CUM FOR ME YOU FUCKING VIRGIN WHORE!!” He yells as he starts to whack my pussy in addition to my ass.



I instantly let myself overflow. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. FUCK ME. FUCK Yeah. Oh Fucking god. OH god no. Too much. Can’t. AHHHHHH. OH. Ahh. OH. FUck. FUckkkk. Fuck yeah. Awwwwwwww. NO. Oh No. Ahhhhhhhhhh.” My body melts, spasms, and pulses uncontrollably. My screaming stops, I go completely limp, even more so than last time if possible. Now the only sound is that of my ass being broken and my ragged breathing After one last splashy, wet, slap on my sopping pussy, there’s silence.



“Good girl,” he tells me gently as he soothingly rubs my ass. The light touch still hurts, but I appreciate it. “That’s a good girl, cumming for Daddy.” After a few minutes, he has me scramble off his lap. He stands to support me and leads me to to the couch. We sit together. Holding hands. “How do you feel?” He asks earnestly, those dark eyes boring into me.



“Great.” I smile in contentment.



“Are you ready for me to fuck the virginity out of you?” He asks me fiercely.



“I’m ready, Sir” I’m spent completely, but still excited about what’s to come.



“Stay here.” He winks at me. “Close your eyes!” He orders from the other room. I comply immediately.



I feel him come up behind me. I hear a tinkle of metal, but feel a soft cloth tied across my eyes. Suddenly my nipple is on fire, then the other, they send great eruptions to my already pulsating vagina. “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I scream



“No, no,” he tells me patiently. “The correct response is thank you Sir, I love my nipple clamps.”



“Thank you Sir,” Is all I can manage in my present moaning condition. He pulls me up by my nipple clamps. “Aaaaaaaa,” I scream, standing straight away. Tears pour from my eyes. He bends me over the back of the couch.



He pulls my head back by my hair, “You are going to take my huge, rock hard cock, to the hilt, and you with thank me graciously.”



“Yes, Sir,” I squirm impatiently arching my back even more than it’s being forced to, and rubbing my pussy against the hard back of the couch. I feel his tip against my opening.



Then, slam, his cock is in to the hilt, “Ooof.” He uses my hair as leverage to push as far as possible. It hurts. He pulls out all the way and slams back in, again using my hair for leverage. “AHHHhhhhh,” I moan. Every time he slams, my nipple clamps shake, sending bolts of pleasurable pain to my pussy, and my pussy slams into the couch causing all sorts of friction. Not to mention his huge, rock hard cock slamming into my g-spot. “Th-th-th-tha-thank you, Sir.” I tell him shakily remembering his order.



“For what? My baby slut!” He grunts breathlessly.



“Ahhhh,” my pussy’s on fire. Is that why I’m thanking him. No, his rock hard… “Thank you Sir,” I take a halting breath, “for using your huge hard cock to,” I take another ragged breath,”fuck away my virginity.”



He strokes my hair. “That’s a good girl,” he coaxes as he caresses my hair. “You’re welcome my baby girl.” Then sweetness set aside, he pulls my hair back with a yank and fucks me harder than ever.



“Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh. Ahhh. Oh ohhh ohhhhhhhh. Oh god. Oh god Sir.” The slapping of the cock, rubbing of the pussy, and pulling of the nipples has me writhing uncontrollably against the couch. “Oh God Sir. Please let me cum! Please Sir I need to cum. Oh god please, please Sir!” He reaches down and rubs my clit. His fingers wedged between the couch and my pussy causes such incredible pressure. “Please Sir!!!!” I scream, “I need to cum. Sir, Please.” I’m losing control. I don’t want to break the rules. Though being punished doesn’t sounds nearly as bad as it did before. “Please Sir,” I sob.



“CUM FOR ME, MY SLUT. SQUIRT FOR ME MY WHORE. LET IT ALL GO!”



I try to do what he asks. I try to let it go. I buck wildly. I spasm uncontrollably. I feel pleasure beyond pleasure. I feel myself squirting cum. My body’s not my own.



And now my body’s gone. Still. Spent. Nothing left to give or hang on to. I take a deep halting breath. I burst into tears. Not sadness. Maybe relief. Definitely release. He pulls me onto the couch and takes me in his arms. “Shhh, shhh, shh,” he rocks me. “That’s a good girl. Thank you for what you’ve given me, baby whore. You did so well. I’m so proud of you my little slut. You did so well. That’s a good girl.” A huge smile spreads itself across my face. I feel so lucky to have finally lost my virginity. Who knew I could find pleasure so unimaginably fantastic in giving up my trust and body to another?

The showers here are not as nice as the last campground. These were all in one big room, a flimsy door with a small lock was all that separated me from the general public. As you entered the rest room, there was a row of toilets on the right, and across from those, a row of sinks on the left. Past the toilets were the showers, and across from the showers was a counter.



I went into the last shower stall and moved the shower seat. I unloaded my towel and change of clothes and set about unpacking my toiletries so I could get down to business. The shower head was large and the pressure was ok, the temperature held steady. I moved as quickly as I could, washing the previous day and night off my body. I was so focused I did not hear when someone else came into the shower area. I guess the lock was not even as effective as it appeared to have been, because when she pushed on the door, it simply opened into the stall.



It was a bit off putting that someone would dare enter my shower, and I grabbed toward my towel but she was between me and it. She smiled and put her finger up to her lips as if to shush me. She looked totally non-threatening, so I wondered what the heck was going on here. I had noticed her the evening before, she was camping alone at the campsite just a few down from our RV. As I stood there with all this going through my head, she lifted her arms and pulled her nightgown up over her head in one quick motion, and I saw that she was totally naked underneath. Was this some sort of joke, I wondered? Here I was, two days from home, at a campground, anonymous as could be, and it appeared as if something I had joked and kidded about wanting to have in a totally anonymous way was presenting itself.



She cocked her head to the side and reached toward me with one hand in a friendly gesture. My mind was racing, and I listened to see if anyone else was in the building with us. She could sense my hesitation and concern, and again put up her finger to her mouth and said quietly, “The door is locked now. Just relax.” She had shoulder length, very blond hair and was a bit curvy. She had a pooch similar to mine and I wondered if she had kids. She moved closer, and since it was such a small space anyway, there was nowhere for me to go. Sometimes I make very quick decisions, and this was one of those times. I decided to just relax and see what was going to happen. As that went through my mind, she sensed it was well and smiled again, then put her arms up around me and whispered in my ear. “I want to show you something, and no one will ever know but you and me. Is that ok?” I leaned back, and closed my eyes, deciding to just go with it and see what happened.



The next thing I felt were her hands gliding down my sides. She caressed down the back of my shoulders and around to my breasts, her hands moving in a swirling motion, just to maximize how much time they spent on my skin. She leaned her lips down to my neck and gently began to kiss and suck and nibble, very gently. I had recently begun to wonder what it would be like for another woman to do this to me — as my male lover was pretty rough sometimes and I thoroughly enjoyed it but had considered that a woman would know exactly how to be gentle and get the job done as well. She knelt in front of me, her hands never leaving my body, and guided me back until I was up against the shower chair. I slowly sat down, and let my legs fall open around her, part of me wondering what the heck I was going to let her do and part of me thinking it was fine, just let her do whatever she wanted.



It was everything I had hoped for and would have imagined if I had ever let my mind truly wander in that direction. Since I was a good girl, I had never really thought about playing with another woman. Since I never gave it much thought, I really did not know what to think or expect.



I sat there with my legs open and this woman kneeling between them. She slid her hands up and down my open thighs, spreading them wider, until she lowered her head and began sliding her broad tongue along my thigh, up and down. I leaned back with my eyes closed and relished the contact, the smoothness of her, the silky feel of her hair brushing my leg. She took both hands and pressed my thighs apart, then ran her fingers all the way up and parted my lips. She took one little finger and pressed little circles inside of them and I was, of course, not surprised at the wetness there. She sighed and pressed a finger up inside of me, and then put her whole mouth on my lips, and gently began to stroke her tongue up and down my inner lips, sucking up the juice there. With broad strokes, she pressed her tongue up and down my lips, slowly, while pressing her finger in and out. When she reached the top, she flicked quickly on my clit and then lowered her tongue again, sucking and flicking. After just a few strokes, I was moaning and as her finger pressed in and out of me, she found the spot, tickled it gently and directly and I felt myself melting back into the chair. Within a few seconds, I was moaning and gasping and cumming. I felt the wetness spread and trickle down and she felt it too, pulled her finger out and sucked the juice off there and again started sucking at my lips to get it all.



While she was doing this, I reached down and put a hand on her shoulder, then let it wander down to her breast. Her nipples were erect and hard, and I gave each a little pinch. I pulled gently on her arms to get her to stand up. She spread her legs over mine and came closer, allowing her nipples to swing in my face. I opened my mouth, eager to feel those nipples on my tongue, and gave a gentle nibble. She liked it and pressed them closer in. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer, so that I could nuzzle between her breasts. As I let my face rest there, I reached up between her legs and felt her wetness. I laid big wet kisses on her chest and belly as my fingers pressed in and out of her. It was my turn to see what it was like to taste another woman. I stood up slowly and guided her into the shower seat. She spread her legs wide for me and I imagined those things that had been done to pleasure me and knelt in front of her.



Her lips were big, and a bit of pink poked out from between them. I pressed my face in close and smelled her, thinking with disbelief that this was a bizarre and interesting situation. I lowered my face to her lips and parted them with my tongue. I have tasted myself on my lover before, sucking my own juices off of him after he pulled out of me. The taste of this woman was mild and sweet, much like I thought of my own. It was not overwhelming or sticky or anything I had feared. I found myself eagerly licking up and down, side to side, feeling her lips on my tongue, feeling her press up to my mouth. She reached down and took my hand, guided it so that my fingers were pressing in and out of her while I used my mouth to tickle the outside.



Knowing that the combination of a finger in my ass and my lover sucking on my clit was a sensation that made me cum hard every time, I whispered that I wanted to show her something too. I pressed my finger into her pussy to get it nice and wet then slipped it back and circled her asshole. Her legs were spread wide and she pulled them up and draped them over my shoulders. On a whim, I pointed my tongue and penetrated her pussy, then slipped it back and used it to circle her asshole. She moaned and relaxed a little more, so I pressed harder and pressed my tongue into her asshole. She seemed to like it, so I pressed in and out with the tip of my tongue until she was very wet. Once she was wet, I pressed my finger in, very slowly. I looked up to watch her reaction — her head was thrown back and she was breathing quickly, excitedly.



Once my finger was in there and gliding smoothly, I put my lips back on her lips and worked my mouth on her until it was quite nicely full of her lips and clit. I sucked gently, licking up her juices and feeling her inner lips and the small knob of her clit on my tongue. Was I really doing this to another woman? I thought of him and how much pleasure he gave me when he had a finger or two in my ass and was sucking on my clit, and I did what he did to me. She moaned, very quietly at first, then louder and began to breath heavier and heavier. My own excitement was building all this time, and I reached down between my own legs and began to work on my clit. Just as I was about to explode with waves of pleasure, she came. She grabbed my head and pressed it hard against her pussy while pushing up to meet me and clenched around my finger. She let out a little yelp, which only excited me further — I had brought another woman off! And as her hips rocked up and down against my face, my own hips began to shake, as if on their own, and I came too, waves of pleasure rippling through me, matching hers.



Once her body stopped shaking, I again put my lips on her and sucked up the juices that had flowed so easily. I looked down and saw the wetness of my own flowing and sat back on my feet. She reached down and put her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her and inviting me to rest my head on her thigh.

* This is a fantasy of mine and involves some forced sex and is written in a looser style than you may be accustomed to. I only mention that for those who may not be interested in male – male action and were expecting the next great novel. Let’s get started..









There’s nothing worse than coming home and finding water in your basement from a clogged sewer drain. Apparently, tree roots have cracked the pipe underground and they snake their way through the pipe so if I neglect to have it maintained and snaked out every year, this could happen. Well, I neglected to have it done and now my feet are wet as I call a plumber to come over late on a Saturday night to have things unclogged. It’s my own fault.



I live alone and have for over a year since my wife left me. She had discovered things on our computer; nasty things, dirty things, things between myself and a couple of online male “friends”. Needless to say, I now live alone and it’s been quite a while since I’ve had sex with another human, male or female. It’s mostly been just me, down here in the basement, naked; doing things to myself that I wished someone else would do to me. Dirty, nasty things. Maybe someday I’ll figure out what I want out of a relationship, but until then I’ve become quite accustomed to pleasuring myself.



After a night of partying with some former office friends, I came home and my first thought was to head down to my basement to the area where all of my pleasure has come from the last few years. Even while I was married I almost preferred pleasuring myself because my wife was so prim and proper. I couldn’t even get her to do doggie-style sex with me, not to mention anal sex or anything else that I wanted to try. I’ve always liked enemas and I wanted to fuck her in the ass and then piss in her ass after shooting a load of hot cum up there. No way could I even broach that subject, she rarely even let me fuck her missionary-style with the lights out, there’s no way she’d ever go for anything like that.



I’ve done a lot of work on the basement over the last few years, putting in a huge walk-in shower with multiple shower heads and a hand-held hose. That hose has become the thing I look forward to almost more than food. Several nights a week you can find me downstairs in my “fuck-room” naked, and either spanking myself with various paddles from the game room, or hanging upside down from rings and hooks on the ceiling and trying to suck the tip of my own cock. This usually ends in a climax of the shower hose spraying warm water up my ass giving myself an enema and shooting my own cum into my mouth. I’ll fill myself to overflowing with the hose and then jam a buttplug in my ass and walk around down there, bending over, rolling on the ground, spanking my ass and stomach when it’s filled with so much water that I almost explode, both from the pressure of the water and from my cock wanting to shoot another load of hot cum across the room. My whole basement has a nice tile floor and two drains so I don’t have to worry about the mess, unless the tree roots clog the sewer pipe and it fills with a couple of inches of water.



As I’m talking to A-1 Rooter’s answering service, I get the feeling that they’re really not too happy to have to call someone away on a Saturday evening to come over to my house and clean out my basement drains. I know it’s not going to be cheap either, so I’m not real happy with the situation myself. Finally, their receptionist says that she’ll send someone out right away but it might cost me a bit more than usual. I’m not sure what that means but I say that’s ok and then thank her and hang up the phone. I get out of my office clothes and put on some stretchy workout shorts and a t-shirt and head down to the basement to try to clean things up a bit and wait for the plumber to get there. I’m preparing myself for the worst, payment-wise.



About 45 minutes after I had hung up the phone the front doorbell finally rings and it’s the A-1 Rooter guy, dressed in sort of a tight, zippered jumpsuit with a logo on the front. I’m wondering if they wear those so they don’t end up showing the classic “plumber’s crack” thing when they bend over under someone’s sink. He’s probably in his mid-50′s. I can tell that he’s a big man, noticing his belly pressing against his jumpsuit, and he’s got big, hairy arms. I wonder if he’s got hair all over. That’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be taken by a big, burly, hairy, strong, guy.



I let him in and tell him to leave his rubber boots on because of the water on the basement floor. I left the door unlocked which I don’t usually do but I figured that it was safe with mister jumpsuit there. We head down the steps to the flooded basement and he’s following me with a little shop vac, a tool bag, and a motorized snake for the drain. As we’re walking down the hallway in the basement, I turned around to say something and I saw him looking down at my ass, or I thought that’s what he was doing. Maybe he was just looking down at the floor and started to look up and that’s where his eyes ended up being when I turned around. I start to get a funny feeling about this visit.



He set his snake and bag on the washing machine and his shop vac on the floor and started assessing the situation. He asked if I knew where the floor drain was and I had to get down on my hands and knees in the 2″ of water on the floor and show him where the floor drain was. It’s under the utility sink next to the washing machine. As I’m under there on my hands and knees I start to wonder about the “extra payment” that the woman on the phone talked about. My cock starts stirring as I back up, still on my hands and knees, to get back out from under the utility sink. I started crawling backwards with my legs now all wet and my t-shirt is riding up and my back and the top of my butt crack are exposed; just like the classic plumber’s crack that I was wondering about. Maybe I should also have had a jumpsuit on.



As I’m backing up, I bumped into his shop vac hose inlet (the hose is still wrapped in a coil inside of the vacuum at this point) and it jammed right in-between my cheeks and against my asshole! I don’t remember it being that close when I got under there. I sort of jumped! My head’s still under the sink and he doesn’t do anything to move the shop vac, he just watched me pushing back on it with the hose inlet jammed against my asshole. I keep pushing the vacuum backwards as I shuffled out of that awkward spot. The shop vac stopped moving because it hit the furnace and didn’t move any more, even though I kept jamming it against my ass. I can’t lie, my cock was getting harder just thinking about what I could / would do with that little shop vac if he wasn’t there. I kept jamming it backwards, pushing the hose hard plastic hose inlet tighter and tighter in-between my cheeks and against my asshole. I can’t lie, I was getting very horny doing that with him standing there watching me in this uncomfortable position. Almost like I was putting on a show for him, like I wanted him to think of me as a bumbling, helpless sex toy. My mind was quickly going down the drain into the gutter.



I finally had to reach behind me and move the shop vac out of the way so I could get up from my hands and knees. As I did that, the water that was on my lower legs started running down my legs and now they’re all wet and shiny. The A-1 Rooter guy didn’t say anything for a few seconds and then finally asked if I would mind taking his wrench and opening up the drain under there since I’m already wet?



I said, “Heck yeah, I don’t mind getting wet. If you’ll give me a break on the price I’ll do anything.”



He said, “I think we’re going to be able to work out something on the price.”



I was getting a feeling that there would be more than money involved on this project. After a night of drinking with my friends I was ready for anything. I was as horny as I’d ever been thinking of all sorts of dirty scenarios down there with hairy mister jumpsuit. I’m positive that his crotch was poking out more than it did when I let him in the front door. Maybe he was having the same thoughts going through his mind as I did.



As I was wrenching on the drain to open it so he could snake it out, again on my hands and knees under the sink, he got the shop vac set up and started sucking up the water in the laundry/furnace room. It was LOUD with the shop vac going and I could hear the sucking sounds getting louder as he got closer to where I was, bent under the sink. All of a sudden I felt something rubbing in-between my cheeks and against my ass! The hose from the shop vac was rubbing on my cheeks as he moved it back and forth sucking up the water. Did he know that the hose was rubbing on my ass? That ribbed hose was rubbing back and forth between my cheeks and oh boy, that felt great. I’ve always had a super sensitive asshole. It’s an easy orgasm for me to have someone rubbing or licking my asshole as someone else is working on my cock head. Sometimes it’s almost too sensitive and I find myself rubbing my hole on things in public or at the office or in hotel rooms when I have to travel for work.



I turned around to see what was going on with the hose and he had his jumpsuit unzipped almost to his waist and he didn’t have a t-shirt on! His hairy, sweaty chest was hanging out there and he had a big gold medallion hanging around his neck. He looked like the classic mob boss or a guy you’d see in a cheesy porno movie. His big stomach was jiggling as he moved the wand back and forth on the wet floor and that medallion was slapping against his stomach and chest. Sweat was running down his chest, between his oddly-hard nipples. I can’t tell if he knew that the bend in the hose was rubbing right in-between my ass cheeks or not. He looked over at me and smiled with sort of a gleam in his eyes. I think I’m getting close to working off the extra payment.



As I’m bent down under the sink, my stretchy shorts were tight against my butt cheeks and I realized that my cock head was sticking out of the left leg hole! I knew that mister jumpsuit had to have noticed my cock head poking out of my shorts and he could see that it was hard. It was sticking out as straight as a board, further pulling my leg hole open. I finally got the drain cover off and immediately the remaining water starts sucking down the hole and I wondered why there was even a cover on that thing in the first place. He shut off the vacuum and got down on his hands and knees next to me, pushing against me, almost crushing me against the wall. He had his whole hairy chest exposed by this time. Because it was so hot down there he had slipped out of the top half of his jump suit. His sleeves were tied around his waist and his sweaty, hairy torso was pushing up against me, pulling my t-shirt up even further exposing my smooth, hairless, sweaty back.



He said, “That looks great, look how fast it’s going into that hole.”



All I could think of to say was, “Yeah, it’s really going in that hole; so fast and powerful..”



As I was wondering what to do next, he started to back up and I heard some ruffling sounds as he was slipping totally out of his jumpsuit and he was now totally naked! He was just a big, hairy body and a big, gold medallion. Then, I felt his hands on my hips!! He was now behind me pulling down my stretchy shorts exposing my naked, sweaty ass cheeks! He pulled my t-shirt up over my head and I couldn’t see a thing, not that I could before with my head jammed underneath the utility sink anyway.



My cock sprang out of my leg hole and he said, “let’s see what we can do about that extra payment.”



He started spanking me as I was jammed underneath the utility sink on my hands and knees.



“OUCH!”, I said, knowing that a good spanking does only one thing, it makes me ten times as horny as I was before I got the spanking.



He was saying all sorts of dirty, nasty things about me and what he was going to do to me for calling him in on a Saturday night!



He said, “I’m going to spank and lick and suck and ream out that dirty little ass of yours.”



He continued, “When I get done with you, you’ll wish you had never worn those little shorts and teased me so much. Your tight, dirty, little hole is going to get used and abused like it’s never been used and abused before.”



He started pulling my ass cheeks apart as hard as he could, spreading them way far apart and spitting on and in my winking little rosebud. His tongue was jamming in and out of my asshole and his powerful, hairy hands were pushing my cheeks apart as far and as hard as he could. I could tell that my poor, little winker was totally exposed and I was really feeling dirty and nasty as he kept spitting on it and was now twisting one of his fat, hairy fingers up inside of me! Now, two of his fat, hairy fingers were working their way up my ass!



“YOW! HEY!”, I said, not really knowing what to say at this point with this total stranger spitting on and finger-fucking my asshole.



Thirty minutes ago I was just letting him in the front door and now he has a couple of his fat, hairy fingers jammed up my ass! My mind was reeling thinking about what might happen next. I didn’t have to wait long as I felt his hairy belly against my ass and felt his fat, little cock poking around behind me, sliding up and down between my crack. He was getting ready to fuck his fat, hairy cock into my smooth, sweaty ass! Does he do this to all of his customers?!



I said, “It’s about time! I’ve been thinking about this since I let you in the door, you dirty, old man. Jam that thing in there and let me have it real good and real hard! Slam-fuck my ass like there’s no tomorrow. Fuck me like I can’t pay my bill and you’re taking it out on my poor little asshole. I want to feel your fat cock bottoming out in me and your sweaty, hairy, fat stomach and chest slapping against my butt cheeks every time you slam your hairy cock into my tight hole! I want to feel and hear your big, sweaty, hairy balls slapping into me when you slam-fuck my ass! Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard! Use me as your dirty, nasty sex toy. Do anything that you want to me, just don’t stop fucking my tight hole!”



He said, ” Oh, you might be sorry you said that, but as long as you say so.. RRRRRRRR!”



SLAM! In his fat cock went right up my ass, spreading my sweaty cheeks apart and bottoming out way up in my colon.



WOW was that thing wide! My poor little hole felt like a cucumber was up there. Good thing he didn’t have a 12″ cock I was thinking to myself the way he was slamming it up my ass. His sweaty, hairy, fat stomach was pressing down on my ass and back as he held his cock in me to the hilt. My head was pressed up against the wall under the utility sink. My little hole was stretched so much that I think I could feel every hair on his fat, pudgy, little cock rubbing against the tight, sensitive walls of my anal canal. He slowly pulled it out again so just the tip of his cock head was resting in-between my tight cheeks, then, he RAMMED it up my ass again as far as he could, again bottoming out inside my abused little puckered hole. He was enjoying this out-slow-and-in-fast-and-hard method as he laughed every time he rammed his fat bulldog cock up my ass. His medallion slapped against my back every time he rammed his cock in me.



Another few minutes of this treatment and then he JAMMED his pug-nosed cock up my tender hole again and started pushing me down onto the dirty, wet floor! He was laying on my back; his sweaty, hairy, fat stomach and chest were pressing me against the floor as he pumped into me like a machine. I thought to myself, wow, this guy seemed like he could go forever. I couldn’t even clench up my asshole anymore because it was so stretched out.



After what seemed like five or ten minutes of that fast, hard fucking he plopped his cock out of my poor little ass and backed out of that position under the utility sink and then pulled me by my legs back out of there!



“Hey, what are you doing?”, was all that I could say as he pulled me out from under the sink and flipped me over onto my back.



He pulled my t-shirt and shorts off. Then he grabbed my legs and held them together and used some velcro straps from his bag to tie my legs together at my ankles and again at my knees! Then he pulled them up in the air and tied my ankles to one of the joists in the ceiling so my lower body was up off of the floor but my shoulders were still resting on the floor. I was totally helpless.



He said, “Ok, you asked for this.” He started hammering his stub-nosed cock up my ass, just standing there with my dangling body at the perfect height for his pounding. I couldn’t believe how much this turned me on being helpless and being raped like this! He saw that my cock needed attention so he bent down and started sucking on my cock head, just sucking it into his mouth and out again, like a lollipop.



It wasn’t long before I unloaded into his mouth! “AHHHH, I’m cumming!!”, I yelled! I feel spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting into his closed mouth, just like I wa cumming into a glass.



He kept plunging his cock into my asshole the whole time, somehow not cumming himself with the way my asshole was contracting around his dick.



He then pulled out of my ass and bent over me and said, “Open your mouth.”



He then spit my own hot cum back into my mouth and told me to swallow it! This really made me feel nasty. It tasted so good, I love the taste of my cum. Then he straddled his fat, hairy legs around my awkwardly-hanging torso and sat back on my cock, pressing it into his dirty, hairy asshole! My fresh cum was all the lubrication that he needed to let my cock slide into his hairy asshole.



He rode my cock in this position until I was rock hard again and I shot another load deep in his hairy ass. His own dirty cock, the one that was just fucking deep into my dirty ass for the last fifteen minutes, was now in my mouth! It’s like a crazy Twister game the way we were all contorted.



I sucked off all of my ass juices from his cock and before long he was shooting his own hot cum into my mouth. I literally couldn’t believe how much there was. I’ve only seen that much cum in porno videos! It was all I can do to swallow this mouthful of hot, thick cream before he started fucking my throat. His softening cock head was hitting the back of my throat and his fat, hairy stomach was pressing into my face, literally burying it in his sweaty fat. He was talking about how we were just getting started..



Then I heard the front door open and I heard someone say, “Gooch, is it ok to come in yet?”

***Would just like to say a big thanks for all the responses and support on the first chapter! All critiques are appreciated. As I said, I’m a first time author and I’m super keen to learn.



Here’s a second chapter as requested ;) Let me know if there is a desire for a third.



Enjoy***




Her fingers were strong and tantalizingly slipped in and out of me, excruciating slowly. A part of me wanted to run my hand down to hers and guide her, but that seemed too brazen so instead I let her do exactly what she wanted to.



My heart momentarily stopped as I watched her dip her head down and flick her tongue over my clit, just once, and then look straight into my eyes with a coy smile playing across her lips, her fingers still rhythmically sliding in and out of me at a steady pace.



My head was spinning, there was a sweet smell filling the room and it was making me heady with lust. This was amazing, but I was starting to crave more. Then the sensations stopped, leaving my body quivering and nether regions pulsing and aching in the most unimaginable way. I looked back up at her, slightly confused and gasped as I saw how flushed she was and the way that passion had glazed over her eyes. She came and sat next to me on the bed and I couldn’t resist anymore, I had to touch her.



I slipped off the bed and kneeled on the floor in front of her, running my hands up the sides of her legs. I was frustrated by the jeans material covering her skin and leaned forward in order to unbutton her pants. As I moved, I smelt her. I looked up at her, my eyes wide with surprise.



“I can smell you,” I murmured, slightly embarrassed but at the same time turned on. Her scent was musky and erotic. I hooked my fingers in the top of her jeans and slipped them down to her ankles, and then over her bare feet. Getting completely lost in the moment, I lifted her foot and kissed the inside of her ankle and then ran my tongue halfway up her calf along her soft silky skin. This was obviously the right thing to do since I felt her twitch and breathe in a little sharper than usual. All the while running my hands along her legs, working my way further up her thighs with my mouth. Trailing kisses and gentle bites.



I finally reached my destination as my head stopped at the apex of her legs and suddenly my nerves kicked in. I didn’t know what I was doing, how could I expect to please a woman with my mouth? Then I caught sight of the wetness that had already soaked its way through her lacy hot pants and I no longer cared.



Tentatively, I took my fingers and slipped her underwear to one side, fully exposing her moist pussy. I ran my finger between her lips, enchanted and was met with the sounds of her groaning loudly. I then leaned forward and ran my tongue along where I had just trailed my fingers and her hips bucked. This was hot; teasing her was turning me on. Experimenting, I very lightly closed my teeth over her clit which had become all swollen and was protruding from its hood whilst simultaneously slipping my finger into her wet juicy pussy.



She cried out and the angle of her hips changed as she lay back down onto the bed as I slid my finger out of her, obviously not having enough strength to hold herself up anymore. This separated her lips and exposed her even more, giving me more room to play. I licked along her again, flicking my tongue over her clit and this time pushing 2 fingers deep into her. Then I ran my tongue over her clit; once, twice… again and again and again. Building up speed and pressure with each lick whilst firmly holding her hips down with my hands, preventing her from grinding herself against my tongue; building her up more and more.



She was now panting and moaning and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my shoulders, her hands tangled in my hair and I knew she was getting close to an orgasm. She was dripping wet and her smell was intoxicating. I decided I wanted to please her; I wanted to make her cum stronger than she had ever before. A part of me was surprised at my confidence and boldness and I wondered why I had never trusted myself to be with a woman before. I mused over this for a few minutes, changing my pace and licking her for a while in a languish and absent minded manner, feeling her come back down from her verging orgasm.



We settled into this for a few seconds, letting her catch her breath before I build her up and bring her close again. Maybe this time I’ll make her cum… I decided that surprise may be an excellent solution.



I suddenly drastically sped up, pushing my tongue between her lips and into her, feeling the tip of my nose push hard against her clit. Out the corner of my eye I noticed with some satisfaction that her back arched up high as her breath shot out of her and her body tensed up. I licked her hard and fast, pushing two fingers in and out of her repeatedly. Feeling her wetness pour out of her and drip along my hand and the sounds of my tongue and fingers slapping against her again and again.



She was moaning and crying out constantly, rubbing herself frantically against my face. Then her entire body tightened and she stopped moving bar the grinding of her hips.



“Omg. Fuck… That was…” I smiled, proud of myself as she struggled for breath for a few moments before propping herself up on her arms and looking down at me between her legs, “I just came so hard. I cannot believe you have never done this before”



I shrugged, a soft smile playing across my lips and also painfully aware of my exposed, soaking wet vagina that was suddenly pulsating and twisting for attention. I bit my lip and stood up, lying down on the bed next to her.



She turned to look at me and with a naughty smile announced, “Your turn”. And with that she climbed on top of and straddled me, pulling off first her shirt and then mine before leaning over towards her bedside table and lifting something out the draw.

This really happened to me many years ago, before the concept of fuck-buddies or Friends With Benefits ever came up; before you had to wear a condom or die; when the things some people did were the things “people just didn’t do.”



Darden was her last name. Her first was Danella, which I thought was hokey, so I called her Darden. She was cool with that. I met her at work; found out we were neighbors; offered her dinner “some time.” Like that.



You have to understand that while most guys would have found her a little too heavy and little less attractive than they wanted from a girl, I found her incredibly sexy. Yes, she was a bit hefty but very curvy. She was only in her early twenties so heavy or not, she was firm and sort of fit (I could see that when she wore sleeveless tops) and her legs were shapely. She was average height, 5’5″, maybe 5’6″, dark shoulder-length hair. Plain looking. But she seemed smart and very together as a person and, for what I thought was good reason, I would have fucked her if she offered.



First off, she had amazing tits and a smallish waist, for me a lethal combination on an essentially zaftig chick. I would see her almost daily and those tits would offer a thrill every time. She didn’t really show them off. They just seemed to say, Born To Be Squeezed.



As I said, she had shapely legs, too. She did show those off, though: she always wore black high-heeled pumps, tightish skirts that always hit her at just the right spot (for me) above the knee. And stockings instead of the dreaded pantyhose. How did I know, you ask? Because in more than one meeting, I had the chance to catch a glance of some very appealing thigh above the tops. So while I didn’t pursue her, like I said, I would have fucked her if she offered.



Amazing.



She actually offered.



Over the course of nearly a year we had worked together, joked around, got friendly. She turned out to be smart, helpful and professional. She had teased me a couple of times about the dinner offer and finally I set a date. No. Not a date date. Come to my place and I’ll make my special Single Guy’s Homemade Sloppy Joe. This Friday unless some guy asks you out. Sure thing … Can I bring wine? Whatever.



And so Friday came (and so did we, but I’m getting ahead of myself). Darden came straight from the office and arrived with wine. We killed the bottle with dinner, so we were lit but not looped.



You don’t need to know about the whole after-dinner blahblah. Bullshit small talk. Let me take you straight to the kiss.



I had bought some new music and a great set of headphones and I said “You have to hear this” so she put on the headphones and listened for a minute or two (I had it pretty well cranked) and turned to me with a joyous smile. As if she knew something delightful.



And she kissed me. Out of the blue, she cupped my face with her hands and kissed me, lips slightly parted, no tongue, and held it for … a while. And I was moved to go for more. I parted her lips with my tongue and she came back at me, big time.



I was astounded by the intensity of it and how we had moved from friendly banter to the edge of hotness. I helped. I kissed back just as urgently and experienced an instant total hard-on. We came up for air and she hugged me tightly to her. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, stopping just at the top of her shapely round ass.



She raised her lips to me again, her tongue even quicker in my mouth and I felt her grind her crotch hard against mine. She pulled away, gasped for breath and smiled at me. “I made your cock hard,” she laughed, teasing me, and resumed the kiss.



Permission to board ship having been granted, I slid my palms down and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pushed them even further inward on my groin. I lifted my right hand to cup and squeeze a breast through her thin sweater and bra. She made a little, mewling noise. As we kissed she ran her palm up and down the length of my chino covered dick, pulled her face back and broke into a big smile.



I’m not kidding — I was flattered. I just looked at her like an idiot, my hands playing on the curve of her hips and the sides of her waist. We were both a little breathless.



Finally, I said, “What’s happening here?”



“We’re going to be grownup about this and fuck each other, but not so fast, speedy. I like to play around first, make it last longer. That’s okay, isn’t it?” “Ya, ya ya, absolutely,” said Mr. Smooth. What the fuck is “Ya”?



“Do you have a robe or something” she asked, almost matter-of-factly.



“On the hook behind the bathroom door.”



She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. In a nanosecond I was down to my skivvies, which had several spots from the pre-cum that had seeped out in just those brief moments. I never took my eyes off the bathroom door.



It opened in next to no time. Darden turned out the light and walked toward me, wearing my white terry robe. The lights in the living room were still full, and I could see that her skin was flushed. She was as hot as I was. She stopped maybe ten feet from me. “I want you to know something,” she said. She paused for a moment. “I love to do this. I mean, I really love to do this.”



I didn’t know what the hell to say. This plain young woman had taken on a whole new persona. My cock was throbbing and she was gorgeous.



She started toward me again, undoing the belt and letting the robe fall slightly open. She had taken off her sweater, her bra and her skirt. Her breasts were everything I had imagined –magnificent; high and full, her nipples already darkened with blood, her areola flushed and large, the perfect size for their ample background of plump flesh. Her panties were blue silk, with thin side straps that swooped high up over her hips, extending her leg line. The patch between her legs pulled low and tight against her pussy, exuding mystery, inviting exploration. She was still wearing the black, opaque stockings and high heels. Her legs looked long enough for a six-footer. Her solid thighs above the black tops of her stockings begged to be worshipped.



She came to me and put her arms up around my neck. “You like?” she asked with a suggestive smile. I just nodded back and looked down between us as she closed that space with her body. “You can look all you want. I like to be looked at.” She lowered her arms and with her fingers hooked my waistband and pulled my skivvies down, kneeling as she did, and when they were around my ankles, I stepped out of them as she used her right hand to remove them completely and her left to hold and gently stroke my cock. “I like,” she said.



“My god, look at you!” was all I could offer. She stood and let go of me to shrug off the robe. She stepped back to twirl like a model and paused with her back to me. “It’s fantastic,” I said, It was. The heels brought out the smoothly tapering muscles in her calves and thighs, her back gracefully narrowed inward to her waist and her opulent ass flared out ever so invitingly, barely covered by a small patch of taut fabric. Bigger than a lot of girls. But better. Perfectly formed. My eyes were bulging, maybe as much as my dick.



She moved to the couch and sat, pulling me toward her. God knows there were things I wanted to do to her, but I followed her lead, first because I’m very courteous (ladies first) and second, because she was circling the end of my dick with her tongue, the same one that I had been passionately battling with only moments before.



She drew my cock into her mouth and slid her lips tightly, tantalizingly about halfway down. She withdrew, smacking her lips together, looking up at me. “That’s about as far as I can go,” she said.



“Me, too” I said, without a trace of irony, yet she chuckled with satisfaction. She got the joke.



Then she reached under my balls and gently lifted them into her mouth, sucking on them and searching for the testicles inside the sac. Her hand reached underneath and with one finger she stroked my skin from the base of my balls back to my asshole, circling it but not fingering it. Instead, she took the finger and rubbed hard at the underside of the base of my cock.



That was my launch button. I almost doubled over in ecstasy and the desire to completely unload on her. She looked up at me, letting my balls exit, expecting me to come.



But I didn’t. I have no idea how I didn’t. But I didn’t, thereby gaining the favor of a totally unexpected piece of ass that lives fondly and erotically in my memory to this very day.



“You have great control. That’s good,” she said.



“How did you know about that spot?”



She gave me an evilly delicious smile. “Learned it in Bangkok in the sixties,” she said, still smiling.



“Who the fuck ARE you?”



“Someone you’re getting to know. Someone who’s getting to know you, and I think we’re birds of a feather,” she said. Her eyes held on mine as she went back to sucking and licking my joyously throbbing cock.



I reached down for her breasts and squeezed them again with steadily increasing firmness. I needed to touch her cunt, (I actually needed to fuck her immediately, I was so ready to cum) and as I reached down between her legs she spread them further apart for me. I shivered as I felt the firm white flesh at the top of her thighs. I pressed two fingers against the damp, silky fabric covering her pussy. She moaned, closing and opening her legs on my hand, squeezing it tightly with her thighs.



I could hear her make passionate humming sounds as her lips slid up and down on my dick, her tongue licking at me. My cock was so forcefully throbbing with desire that I had to stop her. I wanted to scream. I think she did, too.



I pulled her up and led her to the bedroom. She fell on her back onto the bed and kicked off her heels. Then she pulled me on top of her, her tits pressing hard into my chest, her tongue probing ever more deeply into my mouth.



We grabbed at each other manically, squeezing balls, feeling and fingering asses, sucking tits, stroking dicks, balls and pussies, it was a wonderful madness! Just sliding my hand from her waist out to her hips seemed like the sexiest journey in the world. Like me, she was crazed with passion, and ready to come herself, but I didn’t know the half of it yet.



She abandoned my lips and took a long, deep breath, exhaled, almost, and said in a low, urgent, demanding voice, “I want to spread my legs for you! I want you to fuck my cunt with your tongue! God damn it, you lit my pussy on fire! ”



I lifted her legs and put her calves on my shoulders; I rubbed her pussy hard through her panties and then pulled on them as she lifted her ass to help me be rid of them. I pushed her thighs outward, her legs spreading wide open, exposing her moist, ready pussy. The tops of her stockings came only a few inches from it, and I kissed her there, licking the skin on both sides as if it were chocolate. I even bit into the firm flesh a bit, nipping, and she squirmed with delight. I licked at her labia and she began to hump my tongue, reaching down with her hand to run her fingers in my hair.



She instructed me: “Don’t bother with my clit. Tongue my cunt! That’s where I cum. That’s where all my nerves are — in my cunt! My clit can make it better some times, but my cunt –please!!”



I spread her lips with my thumbs and pushed my tongue into her fleshy opening. I could feel her react, even with only a bit of penetration. Her breath caught and her thigh muscles tightened. I tried to go deeper, but with only a little success. Thank god my dick is longer than my tongue. I probed as much and as hard as I could. I was so focused on pleasing her that I no longer felt that I could come on a dime. Maybe a quarter, though.



She pushed her groin up at me as if to swallow my tongue, the lips of her cunt pressing against my face. She was moaning constantly and it turned me back up and on again. “I want to slam my cock into you NOW!” I said, as I pulled away and sat up. “You need to be fucked! You need to cum!!” I put my dick against the opening and rubbed it up and down, ready.



I heard her ask me, in a small voice, “Will you have to cum right away?”



“What? How should I know?” I said, clearly annoyed.



“Try not to”, she said.



Was I getting to the bad part? Was all this too perfect? Was I headed for the worst case of blue balls since the dawn of man?



I needed to get the passion back. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently offering my tongue, and she took it. I lay down on top of her and put my arms around her and kissed her harder. She returned it.



The ardor returned as well. We continued to delight ourselves and each other with exploration, manipulation, sucking, licking, teasing. And enough.



I sat up on my knees. She spread even wider. I put the head of my dick at the entrance to her cunt and I slowly slid it in, all the way in, and it was fucking amazing.



She sucked in her breath and then exhaled it with the longest “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh” I’ve ever heard to this day, a sound so clearly expressive of her joyous fulfillment that I got even hotter just hearing it. I could feel her soft and welcoming cunt being gently forced open as I entered, spreading for me, welcoming me, closing and clenching me, soft little ridges of vaginal flesh massaging me.



I stroked and she made the same sound; her eyes closed, her lips pursed. As I pushed in and out she pushed back, somewhere in another world of ecstasy and joy. I pushed myself up on my hands so I could see us; my cock never looked so big, jammed deep into her; her cunt, framed by strong, black-clad thighs, was filled to its brim and I could feel it pulsing.



Then she screamed “Here I CUM!!” and nearly bucked me off, her body arched and unbending, then thrusting back into my cock, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her quivering body. As she finally relaxed, her legs began to twitch and she began to gasp for air, “Oh,oh,oh,oh, oh” escaping quietly from her lips.



She lay back, and said, “Oh baby, oh baby Jake! Stay with me a little more. I can come so many times more.”



She was asking me not to cum yet! “Darden, how much can I take!?”



“I want you to understand. I’m multi-orgasmic. Weirdly so. I mean, they’re not all like that one — they’re smaller, but they’re heavenly, and I can have two, maybe three, every minute or so. And other big ones … maybe … ”



“Are you serious?”



“Yes. Everything is inside me, in my cunt. Just about every nerve ending I have is in there. Come when you want to, but if you can stay inside me, it’ll be such a ride!”



“Ya think?”



“Stop it. I’m serious, Jake. I never did this until I was a junior, and then I wondered why I hadn’t started fucking in godamn high school!. I loved it so much! How can you NOT do something that feels so good?”



My boner, which I had forgotten a bit I’ll admit, came back to mind. I looked down along her body, and she was smart enough to raise her leg at the knee and bend it back, exposing her pussy, inviting me back in.



I spread both her legs wide and buried my cock deep inside her cunt once again, to the same music of her long sigh of satisfaction. She immediately began to move her hips, fucking my cock for me. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me, and when it ended and I looked in her eyes, I could see that she was already transported into a more quiet bliss.



The fact that my dick could work this kind of magic on her was amazingly hot. I started to pump back at her, feeling the pillowy walls of her cunt squeezing me as I slid to and fro, her fleshy tunnel parting and closing as I split the center of her sex. I pumped and pumped for god knows how long, the pressure of her tunnel sweet, the little moans peppering her response. I came close to the edge and backed off, not wanting to end the sweet misery of this wondrous, frenzied state.



I lifted my head to see her. Her head was back, her eyes were closed. Her breasts rose and fell with her rhythmic breathing. I brought my hand to one, squeezing the flesh, feeling my cock impossibly growing even harder inside her. She opened her eyes and I saw they were unfocused; her lips were parted. I said her name, “Darden,” and her eyes moved to mine, trance-like, filled with inexpressible ecstasy. “Are you cumming?” I asked.



She just nodded. “I haven’t stopped,” she whispered.



Then she reached under her leg and squeezed my balls, and I fucking exploded into her. Somewhere between my ass and my nuts a fiery bolt of lightning hit and sent wave after wave of hot seminal fluid shooting through my cock, and slamming into the walls of Darden’s cunt. I felt my muscles contracting in my thighs, my stomach and my ass. She milked me, squeezing my balls, clenching her own muscles, humping up into me, cumming yet again but now, cumming with me.



No, we didn’t move in together. We didn’t even date. We met two or three times a week, at her place or mine, and did brilliant, unspeakably dirty things to each other.



One evening she told me she had met a guy, that it looked like it might be serious, that continuing with our relationship didn’t “seem appropriate anymore.”



Done.



So who used who? And why use the word “used”? Darden was a unique woman in more ways than one. She had an exceptional gift from nature — the ability to enjoy her sexuality with unusual ease and frequency. Who wouldn’t want to enjoy that as much as possible, and thus be a bit selfish in doing so?



And I was a horn dog who cared about her, but not really for her. Who wouldn’t want to get off on a great piece of ass like that?



Bottom line — anything you can still whack off to thirty years later is a win-win.



Done. .

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