Roxanne_Smith69
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Erotic Fantascenes
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bumping the thread w/ a previous Fantascene
Hoping this will charge the group!
Alice shook her head and spoke quietly to herself, “What the hell?” as she pulled up the sheer red nighty out of her suitcase, “What is this doing in here?” Thus began a very strange evening in the life of this middle-aged woman, recently back in the work environment.
Alice is a normal woman and she’s had a pretty darn good life (as she likes to say). She married her college sweetheart, started a family, stayed home to raise them and provide for everyone. Now, in her early 50s she had gone back to work now that the kids were out of the nest and she couldn’t really stand all the activities that many of her ‘housewife’ friends enjoyed. Plus, there was that thing…… that feeling….. that ‘edge’.
Oh she knew what it was for she had been dealing with it all the way back to high school—she called it the ‘call of the wild’ in herself—the desire to do ‘naughty things’. And at a few points in her life she had let that naughty side ‘out’….in college, she had more than her share of male lovers, including a threesome with two guys one weekend at the beach. And maybe a couple of times after she began dating Doug, her wonderful husband, she had the desire and well once, just once, she had slept with an old boyfriend just a couple of weeks before the wedding. Why? Cuz she knew it was wrong and forbidden. She smiled at the thought, the poor guy had never seen her so aggressive as she had ripped his clothes off and mounted him in the old truck bed.
She shook her head. And two more times. Once before the kids were born. Home alone for a week. The young guy Doug had hired to clear the debris in the back of the lot. He was all sweaty, his shirt hanging on the branch, his shorts tight and she had reached out and ran her finger down his sweaty chest and he had shivered and she pulled his shorts down and kneeled in front of him.
And then…….yeah, the guy at the end of the street who ‘worked from home’ and was always dropping by when Alice would be outside working in her yard. Only a few months ago, he had invited himself in and pulled a couple of beers out of her frig. Got her talking about her life and regrets and somehow she was suddenly talking about…… ‘call of the wild’ and his eyes had grown round, licking his lips and pulling her onto his lap and there she had sex on her couch in the middle of the day……that day….and the next, and the one after that…..and on it had gone for two months!
That was when she had decided she needed to get out of the house and get back in the work force.
The job was a natural for her. Sales. Her region was nearby and she only had to be on the road a few days a month but she loved the freedom of being ‘on her own’.
And Doug had been so sweet about it; telling her how much he missed her the first two trips. And now the third trip; only across the state, two nights away. She had packed quickly, but………she knows she didn’t put this in the suitcase—the red see-thru baby doll that Doug loved her to wear to seduce him…..always her decision.
She picked up her cell, Doug would still be at work, but she called his cell anyway. His voice was shaky and nervous, “Hey babe; in your room yet?”
“Doug, did you put my red baby doll nighty in my suitcase?” His nervous laugh confirmed it! “Why?” His voice quivered for a second, “Maybe a little something different for tonight?” he had said. She shook her head, “For who, Doug?” she had shot back.
His answer surprised her, “Tonight, late, around 11 pm,” his voice growled slightly, “Maybe…….I will……..I mean…. A lover will come to your room.”
Well, THAT was a shock! “Doug, are you coming here?” she said surprised.
“Well a LOVER is coming, “ he said, his voice so full of emotion, “A lover who wants you” and suddenly he spilled out the story. 11 pm. Leave the door ajar precisely at that time, wear only the baby doll, put on the little sleeping blindfold she liked. Lie back on the bed and wait.
She was floored! Doug wasn’t exactly the type to role play so this was so unlike him. She giggled, “Doug, that’s naughty, what if someone walks in”
His voice quickly interrupted..’no, precisely at 11 pm; the little door jam keeping the door open, get in bed, one light on by the bed, blindfold on, be quiet…… his voice almost a whisper.
That had been earlier in the afternoon and Alice had been like a school girl surrendering her virginity the rest of the day. Why was Doug doing this? Why when she was on the road? He would have to leave work right then to get there by 11 and yet……..it was all so exciting. She had said twice, “Doug, are you sure about this, pretending to be……’ he had cut her off, “No, a lover….I will be …… I mean….. he will come to you!” he had almost shouted.
She had two glasses of wine at dinner, alone and then a brandy as a night cap. She had gone back to her room, took a long slow bath…..she so wanted to touch, but she dared not……..a couple extra dollops of perfume behind her ears, between her breasts and down between her thighs. She eased the red baby doll over her naked body and walked up to the sliding door out on the fourth floor landing. She stood outside for a moment, the slight summer breeze lifting the edges of the nighty, she felt herself so wet…….so tempting to touch…….but no…not now, for the ‘lover’. She giggled, ‘the lover’, her husband was providing her a lover. She smiled and realized how sexy the thought was…..some young stud provided by Doug……she checked the time……and slipped back inside. Checking the single light by the bed was on the lowest level, pulling back the sheets. Her phone ‘beep, beep, beep’. 11 pm! She went to the door and unlocked it and opened it for a second, looking into the hallway…..quiet, nobody out there. She pushed the door jam forward and the door closed against it. She turned and walked to the bed, lying back on the cool sheets, she secured her sleep mask, no light escaped. She lay her head back against the pillow.
And heard the door squeak, and heard the footsteps enter the room. The door jam moved back against the wall, the door closing firmly, the lock switched, “CLICK” it almost seemed to echo through the room. She heard him approach. Her lover. She could feel him staring at her, she felt her nipples tighten and probably could be seen even in the low light of the room She felt his weight against the bed as he sat next to her. She felt almost giddy and then..his hand touched her thigh, her bare thigh! His fingers moved down her leg, across her knee and down around her calf. She felt his hands on her feet and then back up her leg, higher around the back of her leg, pulling it up slightly. She felt the fabric of the nighty slide higher and she knew her mound was exposed. She heard him then, a slight intake of breath. He could see her there, her wetness spreading across her inner thighs. She so wanted to touch but somehow knew to keep her hands to her side. He pressed slightly on the inside of her knee and she opened her legs wider for him to see…… her pussy!
“Awww gwdddd,” she moaned involuntarily, her emotions spiraling.
His first kiss was on her inner left thigh, soft lips, sucking slightly on her soft tender thigh, ‘Ohhhh’ she moaned as her hand went around to the back of his head. But his hand caught hers and he lowered it back to the bed. ‘Please….’ She whispered, as his lips kissed and sucked on her other inner thigh and she felt his breath ‘there’………’oh please, yessss, please’ she whispered, her fingers now grabbing the sheets on either side of her body. Doug almost never went down on her, this was so..
As his tongue snaked out over her soft labia, she arched her back up suddenly against his face, bumping hard against his chin, his hand now firmly down just above her pussy, pushing her back down and then……..
His tongue pushed inside her. “GAWWWDDDDDD” she growled as she felt his tongue push in…..in…. and then up and she arched again, feeling his tongue push high inside…………. And she ‘lost control’ bucking wildly as his tongue banged hard against that G spot, bouncing against his tongue as she felt his fingers push her hood open and his thumb found her clit.
“AGGGGGGHHHHHHDDDDDDDDDD” she squealed and came violently, her body shaking and throbbing and exploding in a wild orgasm of sudden deep intensity!
It’s unclear exactly how long Alice had passed out…….she hoped not long as she felt herself being raised slightly as she regained where she was as she felt the little nighty drift over her head and off her body. She felt his weight against her and realized he was now naked and she felt his chest against hers and felt…….his…….cock, open her and slide effortlessly inside her wet pussy! She wrapped her arms around him and her legs up on his back, her heels digging in against his rounded butt as he began to move deeper…deeper……and she realized in that wonderful moment that this magnificent cock was deeper than…………..
The realization made her pussy spasm again as a wave of orgasm spread across her body as he leaned in and kissed her roughly, his tongue pulling on her own in ways she had never……
And she arched again to feel the thick, long cock fill her in ways………
And she kept coming realizing……….as she groaned the realization out loud, in a guttural, deep emotion from well inside her, from that edge, from that place, that ‘call of the wild’ place.
“NOT DOUG! OH FUCK ME! NOT DOUG! FUCK ME!!!!!”
Hoping this will charge the group!
Alice shook her head and spoke quietly to herself, “What the hell?” as she pulled up the sheer red nighty out of her suitcase, “What is this doing in here?” Thus began a very strange evening in the life of this middle-aged woman, recently back in the work environment.
Alice is a normal woman and she’s had a pretty darn good life (as she likes to say). She married her college sweetheart, started a family, stayed home to raise them and provide for everyone. Now, in her early 50s she had gone back to work now that the kids were out of the nest and she couldn’t really stand all the activities that many of her ‘housewife’ friends enjoyed. Plus, there was that thing…… that feeling….. that ‘edge’.
Oh she knew what it was for she had been dealing with it all the way back to high school—she called it the ‘call of the wild’ in herself—the desire to do ‘naughty things’. And at a few points in her life she had let that naughty side ‘out’….in college, she had more than her share of male lovers, including a threesome with two guys one weekend at the beach. And maybe a couple of times after she began dating Doug, her wonderful husband, she had the desire and well once, just once, she had slept with an old boyfriend just a couple of weeks before the wedding. Why? Cuz she knew it was wrong and forbidden. She smiled at the thought, the poor guy had never seen her so aggressive as she had ripped his clothes off and mounted him in the old truck bed.
She shook her head. And two more times. Once before the kids were born. Home alone for a week. The young guy Doug had hired to clear the debris in the back of the lot. He was all sweaty, his shirt hanging on the branch, his shorts tight and she had reached out and ran her finger down his sweaty chest and he had shivered and she pulled his shorts down and kneeled in front of him.
And then…….yeah, the guy at the end of the street who ‘worked from home’ and was always dropping by when Alice would be outside working in her yard. Only a few months ago, he had invited himself in and pulled a couple of beers out of her frig. Got her talking about her life and regrets and somehow she was suddenly talking about…… ‘call of the wild’ and his eyes had grown round, licking his lips and pulling her onto his lap and there she had sex on her couch in the middle of the day……that day….and the next, and the one after that…..and on it had gone for two months!
That was when she had decided she needed to get out of the house and get back in the work force.
The job was a natural for her. Sales. Her region was nearby and she only had to be on the road a few days a month but she loved the freedom of being ‘on her own’.
And Doug had been so sweet about it; telling her how much he missed her the first two trips. And now the third trip; only across the state, two nights away. She had packed quickly, but………she knows she didn’t put this in the suitcase—the red see-thru baby doll that Doug loved her to wear to seduce him…..always her decision.
She picked up her cell, Doug would still be at work, but she called his cell anyway. His voice was shaky and nervous, “Hey babe; in your room yet?”
“Doug, did you put my red baby doll nighty in my suitcase?” His nervous laugh confirmed it! “Why?” His voice quivered for a second, “Maybe a little something different for tonight?” he had said. She shook her head, “For who, Doug?” she had shot back.
His answer surprised her, “Tonight, late, around 11 pm,” his voice growled slightly, “Maybe…….I will……..I mean…. A lover will come to your room.”
Well, THAT was a shock! “Doug, are you coming here?” she said surprised.
“Well a LOVER is coming, “ he said, his voice so full of emotion, “A lover who wants you” and suddenly he spilled out the story. 11 pm. Leave the door ajar precisely at that time, wear only the baby doll, put on the little sleeping blindfold she liked. Lie back on the bed and wait.
She was floored! Doug wasn’t exactly the type to role play so this was so unlike him. She giggled, “Doug, that’s naughty, what if someone walks in”
His voice quickly interrupted..’no, precisely at 11 pm; the little door jam keeping the door open, get in bed, one light on by the bed, blindfold on, be quiet…… his voice almost a whisper.
That had been earlier in the afternoon and Alice had been like a school girl surrendering her virginity the rest of the day. Why was Doug doing this? Why when she was on the road? He would have to leave work right then to get there by 11 and yet……..it was all so exciting. She had said twice, “Doug, are you sure about this, pretending to be……’ he had cut her off, “No, a lover….I will be …… I mean….. he will come to you!” he had almost shouted.
She had two glasses of wine at dinner, alone and then a brandy as a night cap. She had gone back to her room, took a long slow bath…..she so wanted to touch, but she dared not……..a couple extra dollops of perfume behind her ears, between her breasts and down between her thighs. She eased the red baby doll over her naked body and walked up to the sliding door out on the fourth floor landing. She stood outside for a moment, the slight summer breeze lifting the edges of the nighty, she felt herself so wet…….so tempting to touch…….but no…not now, for the ‘lover’. She giggled, ‘the lover’, her husband was providing her a lover. She smiled and realized how sexy the thought was…..some young stud provided by Doug……she checked the time……and slipped back inside. Checking the single light by the bed was on the lowest level, pulling back the sheets. Her phone ‘beep, beep, beep’. 11 pm! She went to the door and unlocked it and opened it for a second, looking into the hallway…..quiet, nobody out there. She pushed the door jam forward and the door closed against it. She turned and walked to the bed, lying back on the cool sheets, she secured her sleep mask, no light escaped. She lay her head back against the pillow.
And heard the door squeak, and heard the footsteps enter the room. The door jam moved back against the wall, the door closing firmly, the lock switched, “CLICK” it almost seemed to echo through the room. She heard him approach. Her lover. She could feel him staring at her, she felt her nipples tighten and probably could be seen even in the low light of the room She felt his weight against the bed as he sat next to her. She felt almost giddy and then..his hand touched her thigh, her bare thigh! His fingers moved down her leg, across her knee and down around her calf. She felt his hands on her feet and then back up her leg, higher around the back of her leg, pulling it up slightly. She felt the fabric of the nighty slide higher and she knew her mound was exposed. She heard him then, a slight intake of breath. He could see her there, her wetness spreading across her inner thighs. She so wanted to touch but somehow knew to keep her hands to her side. He pressed slightly on the inside of her knee and she opened her legs wider for him to see…… her pussy!
“Awww gwdddd,” she moaned involuntarily, her emotions spiraling.
His first kiss was on her inner left thigh, soft lips, sucking slightly on her soft tender thigh, ‘Ohhhh’ she moaned as her hand went around to the back of his head. But his hand caught hers and he lowered it back to the bed. ‘Please….’ She whispered, as his lips kissed and sucked on her other inner thigh and she felt his breath ‘there’………’oh please, yessss, please’ she whispered, her fingers now grabbing the sheets on either side of her body. Doug almost never went down on her, this was so..
As his tongue snaked out over her soft labia, she arched her back up suddenly against his face, bumping hard against his chin, his hand now firmly down just above her pussy, pushing her back down and then……..
His tongue pushed inside her. “GAWWWDDDDDD” she growled as she felt his tongue push in…..in…. and then up and she arched again, feeling his tongue push high inside…………. And she ‘lost control’ bucking wildly as his tongue banged hard against that G spot, bouncing against his tongue as she felt his fingers push her hood open and his thumb found her clit.
“AGGGGGGHHHHHHDDDDDDDDDD” she squealed and came violently, her body shaking and throbbing and exploding in a wild orgasm of sudden deep intensity!
It’s unclear exactly how long Alice had passed out…….she hoped not long as she felt herself being raised slightly as she regained where she was as she felt the little nighty drift over her head and off her body. She felt his weight against her and realized he was now naked and she felt his chest against hers and felt…….his…….cock, open her and slide effortlessly inside her wet pussy! She wrapped her arms around him and her legs up on his back, her heels digging in against his rounded butt as he began to move deeper…deeper……and she realized in that wonderful moment that this magnificent cock was deeper than…………..
The realization made her pussy spasm again as a wave of orgasm spread across her body as he leaned in and kissed her roughly, his tongue pulling on her own in ways she had never……
And she arched again to feel the thick, long cock fill her in ways………
And she kept coming realizing……….as she groaned the realization out loud, in a guttural, deep emotion from well inside her, from that edge, from that place, that ‘call of the wild’ place.
“NOT DOUG! OH FUCK ME! NOT DOUG! FUCK ME!!!!!”
susurrus
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Not sure how long a post can be, so I'm breaking this into three pieces...
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THE PICKUP
I’d been watching her for over an hour, saw multiple men approach, only to leave not long after, snubbed.
The outfit she wore said without words that she was there for some action. Her dress was too young for her, the skirt falling only a couple inches below her ass, the bodice revealing more cleavage than a lot of women could even dream of.
She didn’t look exactly comfortable being there, as if bars weren’t her usual hangouts. The first glass of wine led to another. When she ordered the third, and turned away a guy who obviously was trying to buy it for her, I thought I’d make a move. Worst that could happen is I’d be rebuffed like the others.
“Hi, honey. Whatcha drinking there?” Not real smooth, I know, but picking up women in bars isn’t what I normally do.
“Red,” she replied with a slight slur, lifting her glass to illustrate.
“I see,” I told her, taking a seat beside her. “I gotta admit, I’ve been watching you a while now, and was thinking maybe you should get out of here before glass number three there’s finished.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, turning to me. The skirt on her little yellow dress was short enough, and her legs were spread just enough, I could see matching lace panties peeking out from between her thighs. “And what can you offer that these other guys haven’t already volunteered for free?”
Her question stumped me. “Uh, nothing, I guess. I just thought maybe you should leave before glass number four and you do something you might regret.”
“What makes you think I’d regret anything?”
I held both hands up in surrender. “Just guessing. I don’t know you, and you might do this all the time. It just seems to me like you’ve turned down a lot of opportunities.”
She took a draw from her glass. “Nope. Just waitin’ for the right guy to come along.”
She then slammed the last two thirds from her glass, set it down, then said, “You’re the lucky winner. Let’s go, stud.”
With that, she grabbed my hand, picked up her little pocketbook and practically dragged me outside.
“Which one’s yours?” she asked, scanning the parking lot.
Placing a hand on her hip, I guided her to my rental. Opening the passenger door for her, I received, “Such a gentleman.” In getting in, I got an even better view of those panties I’d got a glimpse of before, and her breasts nearly fell out of the low-cut top of her dress.
I was nervous as I went around to get in, myself. That afternoon, I’d made a significant withdrawal from the bank, in preparation for what I was now setting into motion.
My hotel wasn’t far, so the drive wasn’t long, and it was passed in silence. She seemed self-conscious, walking through the lobby. The girl at the desk barely looked up when we walked in, but the young man who emerged from the “employees only” door as we passed on the way to the elevators gave her a hungry up-and-down, then me a thumbs-up once she’d gone by ahead.
I gave him a nod and a half smile, then hurried to catch up.
In the elevator, she mashed her ample chest into mine, one hand going to my swelling cock.
“This isn’t costing extra, is it?” I asked with a slight quiver in my voice.
Her lower hand gave my cock a squeeze, drawing a moan out of me.
“Not at all, honey. Just wanted to see what I’ll be working with.”
“And?” I managed.
“Not bad,” she admitted. “This doesn’t have to be fun for me, but it’s always nicer if it is.”
About this time, the chime went off and the doors opened. She gave my now-hard cock one more squeeze, then dragged her hand slowly up its length as she turned and exited.
Feeling a big, burning spotlight on the erection in my trousers, I hurried down the hallway, fumbling my keycard out of my wallet and getting the door open as quickly as possible.
When the door had clicked shut behind us, she sauntered into the room and plopped herself on the edge of the bed.
Fishing a lipstick from her clutch, she applied a new, garish coat over what she’d worn.
Dropping the tube back into her purse, she said, “I’m Krystle, if you’re a name guy, but you can call me anything you like, cause you’re the one paying.
“Speaking of which, it’ll be a flat $XXX for an hour, up front, just for having me sit here. Anything else’ll be extra.”
I began to sweat nervously as I pulled out my wallet and dropped a pile of Bens onto the nightstand beside her purse.
She watched the bills land, then turned back to me.
“Whattya want to do? You don’t strike me as a talker. You’d be surprised how many guys just want to bitch about their wives, girlfriends or boyfriends. Easy money for me,” she shrugged.
Without saying anything, I laid a few more Franklins on her pile, unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants and boxers, then grabbed her head and forced my hard-on down her throat until she started to gag.
Gagging women not being my thing, I backed off a little, but kept fucking. After a while, I let go of her and let her drive.
****
THE PICKUP
I’d been watching her for over an hour, saw multiple men approach, only to leave not long after, snubbed.
The outfit she wore said without words that she was there for some action. Her dress was too young for her, the skirt falling only a couple inches below her ass, the bodice revealing more cleavage than a lot of women could even dream of.
She didn’t look exactly comfortable being there, as if bars weren’t her usual hangouts. The first glass of wine led to another. When she ordered the third, and turned away a guy who obviously was trying to buy it for her, I thought I’d make a move. Worst that could happen is I’d be rebuffed like the others.
“Hi, honey. Whatcha drinking there?” Not real smooth, I know, but picking up women in bars isn’t what I normally do.
“Red,” she replied with a slight slur, lifting her glass to illustrate.
“I see,” I told her, taking a seat beside her. “I gotta admit, I’ve been watching you a while now, and was thinking maybe you should get out of here before glass number three there’s finished.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, turning to me. The skirt on her little yellow dress was short enough, and her legs were spread just enough, I could see matching lace panties peeking out from between her thighs. “And what can you offer that these other guys haven’t already volunteered for free?”
Her question stumped me. “Uh, nothing, I guess. I just thought maybe you should leave before glass number four and you do something you might regret.”
“What makes you think I’d regret anything?”
I held both hands up in surrender. “Just guessing. I don’t know you, and you might do this all the time. It just seems to me like you’ve turned down a lot of opportunities.”
She took a draw from her glass. “Nope. Just waitin’ for the right guy to come along.”
She then slammed the last two thirds from her glass, set it down, then said, “You’re the lucky winner. Let’s go, stud.”
With that, she grabbed my hand, picked up her little pocketbook and practically dragged me outside.
“Which one’s yours?” she asked, scanning the parking lot.
Placing a hand on her hip, I guided her to my rental. Opening the passenger door for her, I received, “Such a gentleman.” In getting in, I got an even better view of those panties I’d got a glimpse of before, and her breasts nearly fell out of the low-cut top of her dress.
I was nervous as I went around to get in, myself. That afternoon, I’d made a significant withdrawal from the bank, in preparation for what I was now setting into motion.
My hotel wasn’t far, so the drive wasn’t long, and it was passed in silence. She seemed self-conscious, walking through the lobby. The girl at the desk barely looked up when we walked in, but the young man who emerged from the “employees only” door as we passed on the way to the elevators gave her a hungry up-and-down, then me a thumbs-up once she’d gone by ahead.
I gave him a nod and a half smile, then hurried to catch up.
In the elevator, she mashed her ample chest into mine, one hand going to my swelling cock.
“This isn’t costing extra, is it?” I asked with a slight quiver in my voice.
Her lower hand gave my cock a squeeze, drawing a moan out of me.
“Not at all, honey. Just wanted to see what I’ll be working with.”
“And?” I managed.
“Not bad,” she admitted. “This doesn’t have to be fun for me, but it’s always nicer if it is.”
About this time, the chime went off and the doors opened. She gave my now-hard cock one more squeeze, then dragged her hand slowly up its length as she turned and exited.
Feeling a big, burning spotlight on the erection in my trousers, I hurried down the hallway, fumbling my keycard out of my wallet and getting the door open as quickly as possible.
When the door had clicked shut behind us, she sauntered into the room and plopped herself on the edge of the bed.
Fishing a lipstick from her clutch, she applied a new, garish coat over what she’d worn.
Dropping the tube back into her purse, she said, “I’m Krystle, if you’re a name guy, but you can call me anything you like, cause you’re the one paying.
“Speaking of which, it’ll be a flat $XXX for an hour, up front, just for having me sit here. Anything else’ll be extra.”
I began to sweat nervously as I pulled out my wallet and dropped a pile of Bens onto the nightstand beside her purse.
She watched the bills land, then turned back to me.
“Whattya want to do? You don’t strike me as a talker. You’d be surprised how many guys just want to bitch about their wives, girlfriends or boyfriends. Easy money for me,” she shrugged.
Without saying anything, I laid a few more Franklins on her pile, unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants and boxers, then grabbed her head and forced my hard-on down her throat until she started to gag.
Gagging women not being my thing, I backed off a little, but kept fucking. After a while, I let go of her and let her drive.
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The pace slowed, but the enthusiasm didn’t. She seemed to know just what I liked, and even got a hand in caressing my balls.
Before long, I was pumping my first load into her mouth. When she started pulling away, I grabbed her head again, threw another Ben on the pile, and held her there till she swallowed.
I held her in place until I was sure she’d swallowed it all, then finally let her go.
She sat panting for a little bit before speaking. “Been saving up for Krystle, I see. That’s good. I like my boys to get their money’s worth.
“Got any more in there, or was that your whole wad? Maybe your girl doesn’t like using her mouth on your big, fat cock, is that it?”
I didn’t feel like answering. It seemed like she was speaking plenty for both of us.
Kicking off my shoes, I ditched my pants and underwear, then got the rest of my clothes off.
Krystle gave a whistle. “Nice, “ was surprisingly all she said.
When I reached under her skirt and pulled her little panties off, she knew what I was looking for.
Taking her hand, I helped her off the bed and guided her to the widow and out onto the balcony. From here, there was an incredible view of the city. The only view I was interested was the one that’d been hidden beneath the patch of yellow lace on the floor inside.
Giving her a guiding push between the shoulder blades, I let her lean on the railing and watch the view.
She wasn’t too talkative right then, because she was preparing for what came next. Without much preamble, I found the yielding spot and shoved forward.
Krystle gave out with a grunt, but said nothing as I slid into her cunt with surprising ease.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout,” she managed after a little bit. “And bareback, no less.
“That’ll be extra,” she added as an aside.
Still not feeling real talkative, I pushed the hem of her dress higher, exposing her entire ass, then grabbed her hips and started to pump.
Oh yeah, she had a great pussy. I don’t think I could identify a bad one. I’d cum once already, so I was going to last a while.
I didn’t bother being quiet. Hell, I didn’t know anybody here, what did I care? And Krystle seemed of the same degree of “who gives a fuck?” because she moaned, groaned, grunted and screamed as I pounded her as hard as I could manage. That we were doing this in semi-public was a dangerous turn-on, too.
Then, just like with the blowjob, it had to come to an end. My orgasm tore through me like I’d never cum before in my life. I shoved forward and filled Krystle’s cunt with another flood of my jizz while letting the world know what she’d done to me.
Once my orgasm was over, I stayed buried in her until I felt my cock start to soften. When I pulled out, a glob of white spilled from her hole and onto the balcony’s concrete floor. I then turned and headed back inside.
Krystle came back in to join me a minute or so later. As she came in, I was enlarging her stack of C’s…
“Hour’s almost up,” she told me. “If you’re done, I’ll go now.” She started reaching for the panties on the floor.
“Wait.” I grabbed her arm, then made sure she watched me lay the remainder of my cash on the “Krystle pile.”
“One more time,” I said, my voice as flat as I could get it. My heart began to pound as I rasped, “Back door.”
Krystle looked at me, then at the stack of bills next to her pocketbook, then back at me.
She didn’t sound quite so confident when she asked, “Got any lube, honey? Cause I don’t do dry.”
I reached into the nightstand drawer under the pile of money and placed a small bottle of lubricant in her hand.
Krystle looked at the bottle a moment, then pulled her dress over her head and flung it over the desk chair. She laid back on the bed, her ass right on the edge, throwing her legs up and back. She then squirted some lube in her hand and rubbed it on and into her tightest hole. That done, she handed the bottle back to me.
“Your turn, honey. I’m not doing this unless we’re both slicked up.”
Pouring a good amount into my palm, I rubbed it all over my cock, hard for the third time. I was damn proud of myself.
This hole didn’t give as readily as her pussy had, not surprising. Still, I kept a steady pressure until the head popped in. Her hiss of surprise told me she didn’t do this much.
I just kept pushing, and her asshole kept reluctantly letting me in. It took longer, but after a while, my cock was buried in this woman’s ass.
The sensation was indescribable. I have no intention of ever giving up pussy, but I could sure get used to this.
“Bet your girl doesn’t do this for you, does she?” Krystle gasped, her concentration apparently on keeping her ass from clamping down and intensifying whatever it was she was feeling.
Before long, I was pumping my first load into her mouth. When she started pulling away, I grabbed her head again, threw another Ben on the pile, and held her there till she swallowed.
I held her in place until I was sure she’d swallowed it all, then finally let her go.
She sat panting for a little bit before speaking. “Been saving up for Krystle, I see. That’s good. I like my boys to get their money’s worth.
“Got any more in there, or was that your whole wad? Maybe your girl doesn’t like using her mouth on your big, fat cock, is that it?”
I didn’t feel like answering. It seemed like she was speaking plenty for both of us.
Kicking off my shoes, I ditched my pants and underwear, then got the rest of my clothes off.
Krystle gave a whistle. “Nice, “ was surprisingly all she said.
When I reached under her skirt and pulled her little panties off, she knew what I was looking for.
Taking her hand, I helped her off the bed and guided her to the widow and out onto the balcony. From here, there was an incredible view of the city. The only view I was interested was the one that’d been hidden beneath the patch of yellow lace on the floor inside.
Giving her a guiding push between the shoulder blades, I let her lean on the railing and watch the view.
She wasn’t too talkative right then, because she was preparing for what came next. Without much preamble, I found the yielding spot and shoved forward.
Krystle gave out with a grunt, but said nothing as I slid into her cunt with surprising ease.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout,” she managed after a little bit. “And bareback, no less.
“That’ll be extra,” she added as an aside.
Still not feeling real talkative, I pushed the hem of her dress higher, exposing her entire ass, then grabbed her hips and started to pump.
Oh yeah, she had a great pussy. I don’t think I could identify a bad one. I’d cum once already, so I was going to last a while.
I didn’t bother being quiet. Hell, I didn’t know anybody here, what did I care? And Krystle seemed of the same degree of “who gives a fuck?” because she moaned, groaned, grunted and screamed as I pounded her as hard as I could manage. That we were doing this in semi-public was a dangerous turn-on, too.
Then, just like with the blowjob, it had to come to an end. My orgasm tore through me like I’d never cum before in my life. I shoved forward and filled Krystle’s cunt with another flood of my jizz while letting the world know what she’d done to me.
Once my orgasm was over, I stayed buried in her until I felt my cock start to soften. When I pulled out, a glob of white spilled from her hole and onto the balcony’s concrete floor. I then turned and headed back inside.
Krystle came back in to join me a minute or so later. As she came in, I was enlarging her stack of C’s…
“Hour’s almost up,” she told me. “If you’re done, I’ll go now.” She started reaching for the panties on the floor.
“Wait.” I grabbed her arm, then made sure she watched me lay the remainder of my cash on the “Krystle pile.”
“One more time,” I said, my voice as flat as I could get it. My heart began to pound as I rasped, “Back door.”
Krystle looked at me, then at the stack of bills next to her pocketbook, then back at me.
She didn’t sound quite so confident when she asked, “Got any lube, honey? Cause I don’t do dry.”
I reached into the nightstand drawer under the pile of money and placed a small bottle of lubricant in her hand.
Krystle looked at the bottle a moment, then pulled her dress over her head and flung it over the desk chair. She laid back on the bed, her ass right on the edge, throwing her legs up and back. She then squirted some lube in her hand and rubbed it on and into her tightest hole. That done, she handed the bottle back to me.
“Your turn, honey. I’m not doing this unless we’re both slicked up.”
Pouring a good amount into my palm, I rubbed it all over my cock, hard for the third time. I was damn proud of myself.
This hole didn’t give as readily as her pussy had, not surprising. Still, I kept a steady pressure until the head popped in. Her hiss of surprise told me she didn’t do this much.
I just kept pushing, and her asshole kept reluctantly letting me in. It took longer, but after a while, my cock was buried in this woman’s ass.
The sensation was indescribable. I have no intention of ever giving up pussy, but I could sure get used to this.
“Bet your girl doesn’t do this for you, does she?” Krystle gasped, her concentration apparently on keeping her ass from clamping down and intensifying whatever it was she was feeling.
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“Rub yourself,” I ordered. I figured it might distract her from what was happening in her butt just enough. Not that it was necessarily part of her job to be comfortable, but at the moment, I was paying the bill, so she reached to her shaven cunt and began masturbating.
As Krystle worked her clit, I took it as my cue to start fucking.
Oh, yes, this was beyond nice. A totally different feel from vaginal, but I could see where a guy could get hooked on it. And in this position, I had a perfect view of her pussy while she worked it hard. The added visual stimulation – both her masturbation as well as the fact she had a truly superb set of tits – made a third orgasm a distinct possibility.
I fucked this woman’s asshole hard. It only took a minute or so and it had loosened up enough that I could fuck it like it was a pussy.
It was surprising how quickly that sensation of impending orgasm came over me, especially given the two enormous climaxes I’d already had. Nevertheless, I knew I was going to be able to cum again, and it would be a lot sooner than I expected.
“Cum, Krystle,” I told her when she seemed to be getting close, “but don’t stop rubbing yourself.” I was enjoying watching her work her pussy. It was going to aid me in Cum Number Three, so there was no way I wanted her to stop.
About fifteen seconds later, she came. It was her first orgasm since we’d begun. Of course, her job was to get me off. Her pleasure was immaterial. I liked seeing it, though. Few things sexier than a woman cumming.
And I felt it in my cock. Each vaginal contraction affected her anal muscles, so her asshole gripped and released me several times as she came.
As ordered, she continued rubbing herself, and I could tell it wouldn’t be long after that…
Indeed, about a minute later, my third hit. I unleashed another load into Krystle’s amazing ass while I yelled and moaned, letting her – and anybody in earshot - just what this woman had done for/to me.
This time, when I pulled out, I headed for the bathroom. I got myself cleaned up then went back out to where Krystle sat, counting Hundreds.
With a satisfied grin, she tucked the cash in her pocketbook, then stood and went into the bathroom, herself. The feel of the room was that our transaction was over.
Out of the bathroom, Krystle took her little dress and let it cascade down her body. There was a palpable awkwardness in the air. I felt like I should say something, but the only thing appropriate, considering, was, “Thank you.”
Krystle held up her purse. “Thank you. I hope it was what you were looking for, honey.”
Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and was gone.
I stood there a while, still nude, going over what had just happened. I felt a surge in my cock that indicated another erection was possible, but I’d already cum more times in such a time frame than I had since I was a horny teen.
Taking a bottle of water out of the fridge, I went back out to the balcony.
Avoiding the blob of cum still on the floor out there, I leaned on the rail and looked out over the city.
While I contemplated, I heard the door open and close. A few seconds later, I felt hands on my hips and a body press against me.
“You didn’t call me any names,” said the voice of “Krystle.”
I turned to see the woman I’d just fucked -and paid - standing there, still in her yellow dress, still showing more than a woman her age probably should.
“And you left your panties in the middle of the floor.” My cock was again at attention, but by now, there was an ache at the base that I was probably going to feel for a day or so.
She reached between our bodies and acknowledged my fourth(!) erection of the evening with the caress of a finger.
“Those are for you. You can do what you want with them.”
I smiled and kissed her. There was a faint aroma of semen around her. “You really like that anal stuff, don’t you?” she said with a grin.
“With you, I like it all,” I told her with utter honesty.
“Next time, it’ll be your ass,” she insisted, wrapping her hands around my cock now. “We’re going to be doing a little ‘domme and slave’ thing.”
“I can hardly wait.”
With that, I put a hand on her ass and we headed inside to get some sleep…
As Krystle worked her clit, I took it as my cue to start fucking.
Oh, yes, this was beyond nice. A totally different feel from vaginal, but I could see where a guy could get hooked on it. And in this position, I had a perfect view of her pussy while she worked it hard. The added visual stimulation – both her masturbation as well as the fact she had a truly superb set of tits – made a third orgasm a distinct possibility.
I fucked this woman’s asshole hard. It only took a minute or so and it had loosened up enough that I could fuck it like it was a pussy.
It was surprising how quickly that sensation of impending orgasm came over me, especially given the two enormous climaxes I’d already had. Nevertheless, I knew I was going to be able to cum again, and it would be a lot sooner than I expected.
“Cum, Krystle,” I told her when she seemed to be getting close, “but don’t stop rubbing yourself.” I was enjoying watching her work her pussy. It was going to aid me in Cum Number Three, so there was no way I wanted her to stop.
About fifteen seconds later, she came. It was her first orgasm since we’d begun. Of course, her job was to get me off. Her pleasure was immaterial. I liked seeing it, though. Few things sexier than a woman cumming.
And I felt it in my cock. Each vaginal contraction affected her anal muscles, so her asshole gripped and released me several times as she came.
As ordered, she continued rubbing herself, and I could tell it wouldn’t be long after that…
Indeed, about a minute later, my third hit. I unleashed another load into Krystle’s amazing ass while I yelled and moaned, letting her – and anybody in earshot - just what this woman had done for/to me.
This time, when I pulled out, I headed for the bathroom. I got myself cleaned up then went back out to where Krystle sat, counting Hundreds.
With a satisfied grin, she tucked the cash in her pocketbook, then stood and went into the bathroom, herself. The feel of the room was that our transaction was over.
Out of the bathroom, Krystle took her little dress and let it cascade down her body. There was a palpable awkwardness in the air. I felt like I should say something, but the only thing appropriate, considering, was, “Thank you.”
Krystle held up her purse. “Thank you. I hope it was what you were looking for, honey.”
Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and was gone.
I stood there a while, still nude, going over what had just happened. I felt a surge in my cock that indicated another erection was possible, but I’d already cum more times in such a time frame than I had since I was a horny teen.
Taking a bottle of water out of the fridge, I went back out to the balcony.
Avoiding the blob of cum still on the floor out there, I leaned on the rail and looked out over the city.
While I contemplated, I heard the door open and close. A few seconds later, I felt hands on my hips and a body press against me.
“You didn’t call me any names,” said the voice of “Krystle.”
I turned to see the woman I’d just fucked -and paid - standing there, still in her yellow dress, still showing more than a woman her age probably should.
“And you left your panties in the middle of the floor.” My cock was again at attention, but by now, there was an ache at the base that I was probably going to feel for a day or so.
She reached between our bodies and acknowledged my fourth(!) erection of the evening with the caress of a finger.
“Those are for you. You can do what you want with them.”
I smiled and kissed her. There was a faint aroma of semen around her. “You really like that anal stuff, don’t you?” she said with a grin.
“With you, I like it all,” I told her with utter honesty.
“Next time, it’ll be your ass,” she insisted, wrapping her hands around my cock now. “We’re going to be doing a little ‘domme and slave’ thing.”
“I can hardly wait.”
With that, I put a hand on her ass and we headed inside to get some sleep…
I like it....... my version (somewhere on this thread, btw) has the woman as the author. She is aggressive and wild and after a multiple orgasm night they both fall asleep. She wakes the next morning and sees an impressive amount of Franklin's on the desk. At first she is furious that the guy thought her to be a pro....and then she laughed and spread the money out on the bed and said, 'Well, that's a first'
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