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Reno

By: SEVERUSMAX



Author’s Note: This never actually happened to me. None of this is me, nor anyone else of whom I know. The actress in question has not, to my knowledge, done anything like this in real life. It is nothing but a sexual fantasy about her, plain and simple. This is pure fiction. If I met her in real life, I’d know her right away, as a fan of the series Smallville.

*****

I'm not sure quite why I chose that particular bar to visit during my stay in Reno. It was somewhat funny that it had a country/western theme and I kept thinking of that Doug Supernaw video with the same name, which fit my estranged wife, Molly. My marriage to her was a no-win proposition of the same scale as a night at one of the big casinos of the sort that make damn sure that you don't come out ahead. 

If I gave her everything that she asked for, I was too much of a pushover, but if I stood up to her, I was some kind of a misogynist or knuckle-dragging caveman. Either way, the bed had gotten very cold toward the end, so I finally gave up on that lose-lose scenario, my own personal Kobayashi Maru, and like James T. Kirk, I found a solution. One couldn't save a marriage if the other partner simply refused to even live in the same world as the rest of us. I had strong suspicions of borderline personality disorder in her case, but I'm no shrink, so it could be something else. 

I resigned my position at Molly's father's restaurant business, traded up on my bike for one that was suitable for cross-country travel, paid the difference from our joint-bank account, took what few possessions I wanted, closed the joint-account by putting the majority in hers and a substantial minority in my own, and headed to a city where I could get a quick and easy divorce. A chef like me should be more than able to make a living somewhere else, long before anyone caught up with me. I didn't care about her money. I had married her with the crazy idea that she loved me as much as I loved her. 

Of course, it being Reno, I made sure that I had a room before even going near a bar, and quickly rediscovered why I didn't go there often. The whiskey was horribly overpriced, even from the well. If I wanted the high-end, smoother, and aged stuff, I'd be paying out of my ass. I decided on beer instead, since it was relatively cheap and I might actually wake up without my head caving in the next morning. 

Feeling somewhat braver, I got to the floor and decided to ask a particular blonde with sunglasses on for a dance. She took off her shades, as if expecting me to recognize her, put them back on with some surprise, and then almost jumped on me with startling enthusiasm to dance with me. Despite her having some high-class, designer eyewear, I didn't think that she was anyone really important. She might be a trust-fundie like Molly, old money, that sort, or perhaps an emerging model, but I didn't care about that. I just wanted to enjoy a dance in what amounted to a fancy honkytonk. 

I had something of a wicked grin when I heard Sawyer Brown's "Some Girls Do", as it really seemed to fit the attitude of my past and present company. Molly hated my country music, my leather boots, my faded denim jeans, and my tendency to go shirtless on a really hot day unless I had to cover my upper body for some reason. She especially hated my .357 magnum revolver, at which I practiced until I no longer anticipated recoil and stopped sucking at it. To her, it was a reminder that I was still a Montana redneck with a Blackfoot grandmother who grew up in Billings and often fished in the lakes near the Bighorn Mountains. 

"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked the blonde out of curiosity, as the song faded. 

"Oh, my God, you really don't know, do you? Must not watch much cable," she grinned, somewhat embarrassed by her earlier expectation that I should recognize her. 

"Well, mostly documentaries, Sci-Fi channel, things like that. I'm a big fan of Adam Richman, though not of some of his online tirades. Then again, he's human, celeb or not. I'd hate to think that my every word was treated as the final word on who and what I am. My wife has given me enough shit as it is, which is why I left her," I commented casually. 

"You're married?" the blonde gave me a crooked smile. 

"Estranged, yes, but I haven't bothered to take off the band yet. Probably should, huh?" I showed her my wedding ring. 

"Yeah, probably should in most cases. If I wasn't such a self-pitying, self-absorbed prima donna, I'd have noticed your wedding band by now. Anyway, I'm an actress. I was on Smallville for a while. That's a series about the young Superman," she explained. 

"I see. I've heard of it, just never broke down and watched it, probably due to my bad experience with Lois and Clark. Teri Hatcher and Dean Cain ruined that whole thing for me back in the 90s. Molly loves that show, but I can't stand it. Anyway, I'm a chef. Nice to meet you. I'm Jack Phelps. No relation to the reverend, thank God!" I told the sassy blonde with the short hair. 

"Allison Mack, but please don't tell anyone. I just want to be incognito and so far it has worked, though that's not very flattering to me," she whispered to me. 

"Well, how about I call you 'Allie' for now? Your secret's safe with me. It's probably due to the nature of your audience. Most cult TV is like that. Now, if I had seen Sherilyn Fenn in here, I'd have recognized her from the other end of the bar. Why? Because I used to watch Twin Peaks religiously. As for flattery, think of this. I hadn't the foggiest clue in the world that you were famous, whatever list you're considered to be, and I still wanted to dance with you. Take that for what it's worth," I observed. 

"Come to think of it, you have a point. You found me attractive on your own, without being told something to prejudice you in my favor. So, a chef, huh? And your wife hasn't tried harder to keep you? Is it your cooking or just her pride? I might have to get you to cook for me some time, just to find out what drew her in the first place and why she has given up what seems to be a real catch," Allie teased me a little. 

"It's not the cooking, I promise you that. I've gotten nothing but top reviews for my culinary skills from the best food critics in town. To be honest, though, Molly never wanted me to cook for her, preferring to use staff, because that's what socialites and their trophy husbands do. We don't cook. We let the help do that. Granted, I've often been too tired of cooking by the end of the day, but on my days off, I frequently wanted to cook for Molly and bring her things like breakfast in bed, and she would have none of that business. I was of her class now and shouldn't lift a finger for myself. It was undignified for a gentleman like myself. 

"She really wished that I would retire and let my skills deteriorate, since her father had more money than God. However, on that point, Daddy agreed with me instead, knowing that a man wants to earn something in life, not just have it handed to him. Hell, to quote Ricky Skaggs, 'I'm just a country boy, a country boy at heart.' I work for a living. I take pride in my trade. I didn't want to just become arm candy and a glorified errand boy for my wife," I vented my spleen at last, to a Hollywood actress no less! 

"So, wait, she had a man who knew how to cook and wanted to do it for her now and then, and she refused to eat your cooking or even try it out? What is she, nuts? What kind of food do you cook, anyway?" Allie wondered. 

"I cook a lot of different things, from the high-brow gourmet crap that I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole myself except to sample to the deep-fried country gravy stuff that will kill you with a massive coronary but is to die for, if you ask me. I think that it's helpful to know all that stuff, in fact. It gives me a lot of versatility, you see," I clarified. 

"Hmm...you can cook. Can you fuck? I mean, really? If you're that hot of a commodity, I wouldn't mind a fling. Not a serious relationship and I would plead with you not to kiss and tell, but a nice rebound affair where I can take your mind off your fucked-up wife. That's not good for a marriage or anything like that, but neither of us is ready for that, anyway. Hell, I'm not sure that either of us will marry again, so it's always possible we might hook up in the future, but I won't make any promises, and neither should you. It's just too soon, wouldn't you agree?" Allie proposed. 

"So, you and me, a little privacy and a little time of steamy sex? Sounds like a winner to me. I'll just have to make sure that I cook for you, too, somehow. Even if it's something simple. Thinking of a renting a cabin soon. That might be the place. Your call, of course. You're the one with the tighter schedule. I'm just in town to get laid and get my divorce. Your thoughts?" I presented the options. 

"How about this? I'm between films right now. It's October now. I don't have to be anywhere for another six weeks. I don't even have anywhere to spend Thanksgiving this year, not since I broke up with my boyfriend. We go to this place of yours, I pay for the cabin while I'm here and you can decide if you want to move out afterward. By then, you can probably get a job and be able to take over payments or find a more permanent house. Face it, I do have more money. I'm rich and famous. Don't let pride stop us from having a good time. 

"While we're there, you can cook to your heart's content and fuck me bow-legged. Just don't tell a soul, please. I don't think that I can handle betrayal anymore. You know what I mean, right? I trust you for some reason, so don't blow it, please. Just know that we've had something special, you and I. That would be enough for you, since you don't seem to be hung up on fame and celebrity, or am I dead wrong?" Allie suggested. 

"Hmm...the chance to cook for a sexy blonde and fuck her on a daily basis...what sane man would pass that up? Or even crazy man, like me? I will take my secret to the grave, if I must," I winked at her. 

"Man of honor, then. Good for you. Now, how about I get you signed out of whatever motel you're checked into and put you in my suite so I can spoil you rotten. Someone willing to cook for me deserves a little pampering of his own. I insist. You can pay me back later with all that fine cooking and fucking me blind. No gentle crap, either. We're not man and wife. I'm a grown woman, even if I look a little petite. I could use a little rough sex. Too many guys are afraid to risk offending me and they always kiss my ass. That gets old after a while. Okay, not the literal part of that, but well, you get the idea," she laughed at herself and her choice of words. 

"Honey, if you want it rough, I'll oblige until you decide that you want otherwise. Depending on just how rough, how kinky, I think that a safe word might be wise. As for kissing that part of your anatomy, I was about to say that I wouldn't mind a good taste of it as well a chance to plant some kisses on it," I offered. 

"Yeah, a safe word. That sounds sensible. What is that phrase, 'safe, sane, and consensual?' That way, if you want to tie me up and ravage me, we can draw a clear line between bondage and rape. I'm actually rather kinky that way, but my ex just didn't get that I can be a feminist and still like being dominated. He thought that I was sick for wanting it, but then he wanted me to top him and it just wasn't my thing. I tried it, but I didn't care for it at all. When he started suggesting weird shit like cock and ball torture, chastity, orgasm denial, and cuckolding, I was done. I gave him the boot, just not how he wanted it. I don't want to be the top. I want to be the bottom, you see? I'm submissive, not dominant. Promise to keep that a secret, too?" she pleaded with me. 

"Of course, hon. Well, anyway, before someone overhears us, let's go," I agreed, as we left the floor, having dance and paid our tabs. 

Settling up with the motel was easy enough, mostly because the desk clerk knew the power of money, even if like me, he didn't know a TV actress from a cable network. Allie batting her pretty blue eyes at him didn't hurt, either. The next time that I knew, I was in Allie's bed in her suite, watching as she undressed in front of me and showed me her thong, which she slid down while with her back to me. This meant that I saw her ass before her pussy, but it didn't matter, as she hadn't left much to the imagination once she was in her undies, anyway. 

When I saw Allie kneel before me and put my dick in her mouth, I nearly came right then, but I held back from my own willpower. While I didn't know that she was a celebrity before, the realization that someone rich and famous willingly put her lips on my cock and started licking it like a Fudgesicle was more than enough to arouse me. I couldn't get my own wife to suck my dick, but Allison fucking Mack from Smallville, one of the sexiest women I had ever met, who had men drooling over her, wanted to practically inhale my cock as she Hoovered it. 

"You're too backed up, honey. Come on...I mean, cum on. Cum down my throat. Let me swallow your load. Face fuck me and use my throat like a pussy!" Allie egged me on. 

That kind of talk made it even tougher to hold off, but first I followed her suggestions, actively throat-fucking her. My hands were on her head, messing up her hairdo, but she didn't complain at all. Instead, she licked me as much as she could, until at last I exploded down her gullet, shooting my spunk in the mouth of this lovely actress. I then pulled her up to me and planted a serious French kiss on her, accepting my snowball in the process and enjoying the passion of that moment. My hands explored her ass as well, as she started stroking my dick to get me hard again. 

"Damn, your boyfriend wanted you to deny him this? I'll never get that!" I exclaimed, especially after she began caressing my balls. 

"Honey, I'm still figuring out how that foolish bitch Molly let a fine stud like you break free of her. I'd be stalking you by now, going out of my way to seduce you back into my bed. Then again, I'd never have treated you like that, anyway. You'd get my ass, my mouth, my pussy, anything that you wanted in bed, except that weird crap that makes me respect a man less. If I weren't worried about some star struck bitch telling everyone, I'd even be up for trying a threesome. I'm bisexual. I've dated women before, even slept with them. 

"Now, how about fucking me in the missionary position? Pin me. Hold me down by the wrists, shove your cock inside me and take me, bareback. Yes, I'm taking that risk, but I have my reasons. Trust me, I'm clean. Would I lie to you, knowing that you could sue me for millions? As for you, well, you've been married, haven't you? You don't exactly seem practiced enough at this to have been stepping out on your old lady until now, either. She doesn't sound like the sort to even care about sex. She sounds like one of those women who are 'too nice' to fuck their husbands properly, let alone other men. Anyway, my body, my risk. What do you say?" Allie encouraged me. 

"But you're on the pill, then, right?" I asked her, as I actually pinned her...I had Allison Mack pinned by the wrists and was about to fuck her like crazy. 

"Sure, sweetie," Allie told me, not saying much about it, "just fuck me. No need to eat me first. Eat me later. I want your cock inside me. I'm very wet." 

Sure enough, I was buried deep inside Allie and I realized that we hadn't agreed on a safe word, but then this was relatively light bondage. Allie's hips moved so eagerly that I had a really hard time controlling my release, just as she clamped down on my dick with the muscles in her pussy. She was extremely wet, just as she said, and I could tell that she was about to cum herself, especially from the way that she bit her bottom lip and her juicy twat became even wetter...she creamed herself while I had her pinned down and helpless. 

"We need a safe word, Allie," I told her. 

"How about, 'preggers'?" Allie grinned as she realized something while I hammered her from above. 

"Strange choice, but sure, why not? If you weren't on the pill, you'd be that way soon," I finally flooded her pussy with my load at the thought of knocking her up. 

"Yes, knock me up!" Allie screamed as she came at last and I pulled out of her. 

"What?" I expressed shock. 

"Honey, please don't get mad, but I kinda told you a little white lie. I'm not on the Pill. It wasn't deliberate deception or anything. I was protected this morning, but I remembered while you had me cumming that more than 24 hours had passed since I had taken my last one. Anyway, by then, I was so turned-on that I couldn't stop you, even more so once I realized that you could make me conceive at last. I could have a nice little reminder of our time together. 

"Plus now I don't have to keep everything about us a secret. In fact, I can't anymore. There's no longer a need to hide a thing about us. Don't worry, baby. I'm keeping this one. I'll raise it, but if you ever want visitation rights, well, let's just say that perhaps you can visit more than our offspring. How does that sound? Of course, we don't know for sure if it took, but now I'm hooked on that idea and I want it to happen. Do it for me, please. Knock me up," Allie urged me. 

"You're serious?" I made sure of this critical point, since it was a big fucking deal. 

"As the heart attack that your cooking will probably give me, if you really can cook the kind of greasy, fatty, country food that you claim. The more I get to know you, the less I want to hide things like I did when we first met. The more I want you in my life. It's too early for marriage, I understand, but I want you in my life on a regular basis and I want you to father all of my children. Yes, that's right. I plan to have at least two kids and they will both be yours. Just fucking take me and make me your bitch! I don't care about secrecy or being PC or a feminist or any of that stuff anymore. I just want to be your slut!" 

"Then you mean it? This is a long-term commitment you're talking about, honey. All on the basis of one dance, a blowjob, and one frantic romp that may or may not have impregnated you. I haven't even cooked for you yet or had that time at that cabin, Allie. What's next? Me collaring you? Or something more conventional, like marriage? A lengthy love affair? Friends with benefits?" I observed, as I kissed her skin and turned her over to enter her again from behind. 

I should by all rights have been soft by now, but, hey, Allison Mack wanted me to knock her up and claim her as my woman. That would have most men's engines running, even if only on fumes. I really trouble believing it myself. I must have answered some primal need in her, somewhere, somehow. I had to fuck her, and God did I ever. My cock plowed her pussy furiously, eliciting screams and moans from her, even the gritting of her teeth as I bottomed out in her cunt. 

"Fuck, yes! Collar me! Make me your slut! Who am I kidding? I'm your fuck toy! I'm Jack Phelps's bitch!" she shouted as she began cumming yet again and bit her bottom lip once more. 

"Still want that cabin out in the middle of nowhere?" I teased her after I spilled my seed inside her. 

"Oh, God, yes, I do! I want that month or so to be your woman without any distractions, enjoy your cooking, learn at the feet of the master, and fuck our brains out. As for your marriage, I think that you should give your wife another chance. This is how I see it. When she sees how happy you and I are together, she'll want you back and you should keep her as a wife, just fuck me on the side as your slut. We'll straighten her up together, baby. Trust me. Women's intuition. She was a hopeless case before, but now she isn't. It should be the three of us. You, me, and the missus. Just us. Care to give it a chance? She can have your ring. I want your collar. Promise me your collar and I'll die a happy girl, I swear," Allie surprised me with her proposed ménage a trois. 


Reno Annie



Her movements were slow, deliberate, and skilled. She had almost finished the job. As she bent forward, the top of her coveralls gaped to reveal more of the sports bra. The tight red material emphasized the curve of her breasts. Eric watched her intently. She did not notice his voyeuristic presence over the noise of the vacuum and her sanding. 

The ad had read: "RENO ANNIE: Help with small jobs around the house. Painting. Plastering. Carpentry. Seniors discount. Call Annie 555-2669"

Eric had purchased the mobile home shortly after his divorce. Most of the outside repair work he had done himself. He had rebuilt the deck, replaced the skirting, and painted the outside. The leaking roof he had professionally replaced. However, he needed help with the interior. The previous owner had redone the kitchen and the bathroom and these only needed repainting but the damage from the leaking roof, to the hall and living room ceilings and walls was beyond his abilities. He called Annie.

When she arrived at his door he was immediately impressed. She was a perky, tanned, brunette in her mid forties. She had a confident, professional air about her. After telling him exactly what she could do, the materials needed, and the time required, she produced two estimates. The first price was for $550. The second was for $100 less. Eric inquired about the second price.

"Well sir, that price is if you help me remove and replace the drywall pieces," Annie said.

"That seems like a fair bargain," he responded. "I could help with that. When could you start?"

Annie began the work the following Monday. Since the job was small, it was agreed that she would arrive late in the afternoon after she had finished her other jobs and work only for a couple of hours each day. After the first two visits, a friendship was developing. The two had found some common bonds. Both were single and lived alone. Both had been divorced and had a deep mistrust of relationships. Both were uncomfortable in the presence of strangers. Yet, they were able to talk freely and openly to one another. They even bantered about sex. Often they talked more than they worked. 

Eric had found other drywall repairs for Annie to do around the house and extended her visits to almost a week. However, it was obvious that this Friday afternoon would be the last day that he would see Annie. There was nothing left for her to do. He watched her kneeling figure as she finished sanding the last plaster repair and felt a pang of sadness. Without thinking, he reached over and flicked off the vacuum cleaner.

"Hey! What the..." she turned in his direction. "Was there a power failure or something?"

For a brief second, Eric did not know what to say. Then he nervously blurted out, "No. No Annie, not anything like that. I just wanted to ask if you would stay for a bite to eat after you finished."

Annie smiled and laughed. "I thought you would be happy to be rid of me when I finished this afternoon. After all, I do make a mess." Her words and honest smile were disarming.

"Well, I think I'm going to miss you and if you..." His voice trailed off, he bit his lip and then started again. "The meal would not be anything special, except...ah...except if you agreed to stay." Then after a slight hesitation he quickly added, "That is if you don't have somewhere to go or something to do."

"Eric, that's sweet of you. No, I don't have anything planned, but I'm filthy"

"You could shower here," Eric quickly countered.

"Mmmm...Well I do have a change of clothes in my truck..."

Annie was feeling giddy and risque. The two glasses of wine they had consumed cleaning up before she fetched her clothes from her truck had lowered her inhibitions. She threw caution to the wind and purposefully left the bathroom door ajar. She leaned over the sink and carefully examined her face in the mirror. Annie rubbed some of the plaster dust from her nose and glanced at the reflection of her breasts. She had heard Eric's footsteps in the hall while she undressed. The thought that he might be looking at her now thrilled Annie. Each day that she had been in the house, she had noticed how Eric had taken more and more of an interest in her. She liked his attentions. He was kind, gracious, and polite. Unlike the men in her past, he seemed to respect her for her abilities and her mind. Annie enjoyed their conversations and had dragged out the time spent each day in Eric's house. She didn't like to leave. Each night the feelings of excitement that she felt when she was with Eric lingered over the drive home to her empty apartment. She realized she enjoyed his friendship, but even more, she really enjoyed the man.

The reflection in the mirror showed her hardening nipples. A feeling of excited tension was growing in her stomach and Annie felt the warmth growing between her thighs. "Eric, I'm going to need another towel." The words were out of her mouth before she even realized it. Anxiety and exhilaration filled her body as she clung to the vanity countertop for support.

Eric was busy in the kitchen preparing diner and trying not to think of a naked Annie just a few feet away. The request for another towel caught him completely off guard. He was sure that he had placed two extra towels and a washcloth on the bathroom counter. "Oh sure," he paused and then continued hesitantly, "I'll be right there." He turned off the stove and headed into the hallway toward the bathroom.

As Eric rummaged through the linen closet beside the bathroom, he glimpsed the image of Annie's naked back in the mirror. He grabbed a towel and pushed it through the opening in the doorway. "Annie, here is your other towel."

A warm hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him and the towel inside the bathroom. "I saw you peeking through the doorway. You dirty old man, did you enjoy the view?" she said with a laugh as she dropped the towel on the floor. Eric blushed and looked down. His gaze fell to her pelvis and he watched as the fingers of her left hand slowly rubbed her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She moved closer to him. He could feel her body heat. Annie's right hand reached out, touched his chin, and tilted his head towards her lips. The kiss was warm, lingering, and sensuous.

As their lips separated, "Oh God," was all Eric could mumble. Annie didn't say a word. Instead, she smiled and slowly began to unbutton Eric's cotton, short-sleeved shirt. After tossing it to the corner, her hands moved first to Eric's belt and then to the zipper of his slacks. As she knelt and helped him remove his sandals and socks and step out of his pants, she blew across his belly and down his thighs. Eric gasped at the feel of her hot breath on his skin. Annie looked up into Eric's face and coyly smiled as she watched the tent build in his boxer shorts right before her eyes. She was pleased that her actions were having the desired effect.

"I think you're still a little over dressed," she hissed in a husky tone as her fingers slipped under the boxer's elastic and began to pull them down. Annie grinned as his dick bobbed back to attention as it slipped from the grasp of the underwear. "... Oh, and what do we have here?" A small drop of precum was building at the tip. Annie bent forward. Her tongue darted and she captured the drop. She reveled in its salty-sweet taste.

Eric stood naked, frozen like a statue in front of her. It was like a fantasy come alive. However, he didn't know how to react. He watched mesmerized as his cock disappeared beneath an array of brunette hair that still contained many flecks of plaster and a thin coating of dust. Eric felt Annie's breath against his penis. It jerked involuntarily enveloped in the hot moisture of her mouth. Annie's warm fingers surrounded the base and tugged in rhythm to her sucking. He could feel the tension beginning to build in his balls and he knew he would release soon.

Annie had liked the fact that Eric had ogled her over the past few days. The idea that he was interested in her had excited her. When she saw him looking at her in the bathroom mirror, she was thrilled and had purposefully paraded her body. Her desire to tease Eric had overcome her shyness and now she knelt before him, his manhood in her hand, his taste upon her tongue. Annie was enjoying herself. She felt Eric's body stiffen and his cock quiver as her tongue continued to flick across its tip. She circled his glans with her lips and then began to suck. Annie could feel her own wetness growing between her legs and the warmth beginning to build in her pelvis. The fingers of her left hand sought out her pussy. Her clit responded to her touch. Her breathing quickened and she sucked harder. Eric reacted with a groan and scalding hot, salty cum spurted against the roof of her mouth. The amount of his release surprised her. She could not swallow fast enough and some dribbled down the side of her mouth. Her own orgasm quickly followed.

Eric's knees wobbled as his hands reached down and grasped Annie's head. He rocked back against the vanity to steady himself. Annie's sweet sucking continued as his dick softened in her mouth. Then Eric slowly drew Annie to her feet and into his embrace. He licked the dribble of cum from her cheek. She kissed him, and then eagerly explored his mouth with her tongue. Annie ground her breasts against his chest while her pelvis writhed in serpentine fashion against his upper thighs.

Her movements intensified as Eric's fingers enthusiastically explored her back and buttocks. The fingers of one hand found her sopping pussy while the fingers of the other circled her anal rosebud. Annie broke the kiss. "Oh! Eric, baby, that feels so good. Please don't stop," she cooed. He just laughed and began to nibble on her neck and ear. She responded by spreading her legs a little and enjoyed the tingling feeling as his fingers slipped past the folds of her pussy lips. Annie squeezed her vaginal muscles against his probing fingers, rocked back and forth, and moaned. 

A series of short guttural cries came from Annie as Eric worked his fingers in her pussy. The knuckles of his curved fingers moved in circular motions against the thickness at the front of her vagina. She bucked, shuddered, and continued to grind her pelvis against his leg. He quickened his hand movements and rubbed the index finger of his other hand against her anus. She involuntary pushed back and it penetrated to the first knuckle. "Oh! Ooohhh!" was all she said and pressed harder against him. Eric worked his fingers feverishly in and out of her orifices. "Oh Jesus...Oh yes! Oh, fuck my aaassss!" Annie exclaimed as she came, covering his hands in her wetness.

They had showered together and then quietly ate in the kitchen. Eric had prepared a simple meal of pasta, chicken, and vegetables. A bottle of white wine had washed it all down and now they were enjoying some fruit and coffee in the living room. The glow of their earlier lovemaking was still upon them. "I've really enjoyed this evening, I don't want it to end," said Annie as she rested her head on Eric's shoulder. 

"Well it doesn't have to end right away does it? Do you have places to go and people to see?" inquired Eric in a light-hearted tone. 

"No, only my plants are waiting for me. I just..."

"Look, I know a little bed and breakfast that offers complimentary toothbrushes, great towel service and super wake-up calls. There have been recent upgrades to the roof and plaster, but the rooms do need a little paint. You would be welcome to join me." Eric brushed Annie's cheek with his hand and kissed her on her forehead. "The only danger is that the proprietor may not be wiling to let you go in the morning."

Annie snuggled even closer to Eric and purred, "I'm a big girl. I'm willing to take my chances." 



Reno Threesome



I'd been dancing in the club in Reno for about a month. It wasn't a very nice place or very clean, but they had openings and I needed a job. What a strange life I'd become accustomed to calling "normal." I lived in an apartment room in the basement of a bank... yes, a bank! It was a real find, actually. It was very small, with a bathroom, but no cooking amenities. I got to where I could cook meals on a Coleman propane camp stove pretty good! 

It had one window.. high above my bed. The only way to see out was to climb on the bed and stand on my tip toes. I used to stand there and just watch the people walk by for entertainment, because I couldn't afford a TV. I've never really been poor, but for those 9 months I lived there, I felt about 2 steps from ending up as a street person!. 

Dancing was very different than I'd been used to in California. Up here, there were like 4-5 girls for every guy in the place, so competition for the clients was very stressful. I'm not really complaining now, because it's interesting to look back and remember how it really was. If I got too many guys calling for me, I'd suddenly find myself called aside by a manager to let the other girls get their share. The problem with being the new girl on the block was, I kept getting dealt the guys that they knew weren't the big spenders. I was having trouble making more that $200. 00 a night, and I knew some of the girls took home $2000. 00 at times! But, I guess I was supposed to put in my time before that came my way. 

I'm not writing to have you feel sorry for me, just that at that time, things were pretty dreary. I didn't have a man in my life either, until Brian. Brian the building maintenance man. He was one of about 25 people that took care of cleaning the Bank offices after hours. He did mostly plumbing and electrical, not the mopping and housekeeping. I was 23 at the time and he was 32. He was a big scruffy guy that smoked smelly cigars and loved his beer, and he was really nice to me... called me Sugar. I'd see him at night when I got home from work, usually about 2am. He kept asking me to go out for coffee and pie every time I'd see him, and I'd tell him I was bushed and needed to crash and burn. 

One night I waved to him as I was opening my apartment door, and thought... what the hell... and asked him if he still wanted to go have a cup of coffee. He said yes, but that he had already made plans to go with Fred and Isobel, but that we could have a lot more fun as two couples. Fred worked in the kitchen and Isobel was one of the maids. Fred was my age... about 23... not absolutely sure, and very handsome.. VERY! Isobel was 30ish, with short black hair and reminded me of Sally Fields. We walked to a coffee shop about a block away and yacked and talked for a least an hour. Isobel said she had to go, and I did too, but Brian talked me and Fred into staying a little longer. 

Fred wanted to know more about my job, but Fred kept telling him all the answers. I just smiled and nodded my head every time he'd say, "right Lisa?" I'd just nod and smile...Fred asked if I did private parties and Fred didn't have the answer to that one, and both looked at me waiting for the answer. I said that I hadn't yet, because I'd never been asked. That's when Brian asked me if I'd do a private party with Fred and him.. like... now. At first I was gonna say no thank you, but then thought... I'd just hear what they wanted me to do... They were both a little nervous by now, and I was a LOT nervous, and they asked if I'd do a private strip show for them... and they'd pay me $200. 00. I hadn't been making much more than that for 6 hours worth of work since I started! I asked them where, and they suggested my place, I guess so I'd feel more comfortable in my own surroundings. 

Fred brought along a boom box with music, because I still only had a clock radio in my apartment. I had them stay in the living room while I put on a red cocktail dress and heels, I came out to music blaring and the two of them applauding. I danced two songs before I removed the dress and pranced around them in heels and panties for another. I lap danced both of them, letting them touch, but not probe... and I was getting hot! Brian kept telling me he had to move his "manhood" around to get more comfortable with me rubbing against him. I laughed and told him that he should take it out and let it get some air... Oooops... 

As soon as I'd said that, Fred had his cock out of his pants in a flash and was stroking it telling me to take off my panties, so we could rub flesh to flesh. By this time I'd had stopped to finish the glass of wine that they'd left on the table for me... forgot to mention that... and I told them okay, but still NO penetrations allowed... just touching... Then I saw Brian's cock... It wasn't that long, but like a beer can... and thick!!! I almost fell, because my knees buckled. Fred caught me, and I turned around to sit on Brian's lap to try and dance... and as I did, Fred had his cock right in front of my face stroking it... That's when I felt Brian's hand up under my fanny, grabbing his cock and holding it straight up where it began rubbing back and forth over my pussy... I was still trying to act like I was dancing... but was more trying to feel that big cock head rubbing all over my pussy. 

I leaned forward... my eyes locked onto Fred's lust filled eyes as I opened my mouth. He quickly read my mind and moved forward... taking my head in one hand and guiding his cock into my mouth with the other just as I sat down onto Brian's big cock. I'll never forget the collective groans and sighs of the three of us as two cocks disappeared into my body, I bounced up and down on Brian's cock, almost screaming each time I dropped down onto that blunt monster! Fred was fucking my face with long deep strokes holding it in deep then pulling it out at different angles. It was a weird feeling as he'd push it in from one side then pull it out from a different angle. 

Fred came first, shooting cum all over my face and tits... After he'd splattered me completely, he lovingly took me by my hair as I continued to fuck myself on Brian's cock, and shoved his cock all the way back in letting me suck any cum left in or on his cock... Just as he popped it out... I screamed... Brian came... so did I... I thought my. whole insides were on fire as I ground my hips into his cock. I collapsed to the floor at his feet, and he stood up with that big barrel cock... all shiny from my pussy and knelt on my rib cage and started fucking my tits! I couldn't believe it, I just panted... all cummy faced and pushed my boobs together for him and he came again... like really quick. He squirted all over my face too, and as he stood up, Fred had kneeled between my thighs... lifted my legs up and had stuffed his cock deep in my pussy. I came again! I smiled up at Brian through cummy eyes as I saw him trying to stroke more life into his limp cock, but he couldn't. Fred came again, squirting up inside me... then pulling out and letting the rest squirt across my tummy... 

As I lay there on the floor drenched in two men's cum... dipping my fingers in the splotches... trying to figure out which cum belonged to which guy... *S*... they gave me a rousing applause again, saying goodnight and leaving $300. 00 on the table for me as they left... I soaked in the tub for about 2 hours that night/morning, but still made it to work by 2pm that afternoon. Funny, I made $800 that night... Go figure.



Reno Trip



Recently I took a trip to Reno where I stayed at a hotel for a whole week, so I decided to take one night to finally fulfill a fantasy of mine. 

Following is the post I put up on Craigslist.

"Hello, I will be staying in Reno May 19th to the 23rd, I'd like to find men to come to my hotel room one of the nights I'm there.

I'm bringing all my girly stuff with me, and want to dress up completely one night. I'm only slightly passable but I have had a man call me beautiful when I was dressed, I try to be as passable as possible.

My girly name is Porsche, I wear cute panties and bras, sexy thigh high stockings, sexy stiletto high heels, tight dresses or short mini skirts and lacey tops, blonde wig and full makeup, sometimes I paint my nails. I usually have 36D breasts using silicone inserts but I don't think I can bring them with, I'm worried about if I can fly with them in my luggage.

My fantasy is to have as many men as possible come over to my hotel room, one at a time, and when each leaves I email the next and have him come to my room, i'd freshen up my makeup and sip wine while I was waiting for the next. The room would be dimly lit, you would come into the room finding me on the bed, I'd kneel in front of you, you drop your pants and I start stroking and licking your cock, making you rock hard, then suck you into my mouth as deep down my throat as I can. Either you lay on bed and I suck you or you sit on the edge and I kneel in front of you sucking you until you cum into my mouth; then you leave.

I want no reciprocation at all, I just want to suck your cock and have you leave.

I'm considering a scenario two: where after sucking your cock for a while making you so hard, I get on the bed on my hands and knees, you slide my skirt up and pull my panties to the side, lick my lil boi pussy nice and wet, then take me from behind, fucking my tight lil hole and when you are getting close to cumming you pull out and I take you back into my mouth sucking you till you cum in my mouth.

I hope this can happen, and i hope I can get many men to come to my hotel room in one night.

I'm ddf you be too, not too picky but would prefer bigger cocks, clean and preferably shaved cock and balls so I can suck them easier.

I hope to hear from you, I'll post again when it's closer to date."

I was taken aback by how many emails I actually received, around 30 total. One of which urged me to bring my fake silicone inserts since they would be checked anyway.

Many emails already included face and cock pics and the ones that didn't I asked for them and I told all of them I would dress up when I got out to Reno and take a pic to send them all and try to set up times.

I was very excited for the next couple weeks, also a little hesitant to actually go through with it, but I figured here was my chance, I need to follow through. I ordered a few new girly things for my trip.

I figured that some would back out, or not come through but I was nervous to how many responses I got back, so on sunday the day before I left I emailed every response I got to let them know I was flying monday morning and for everyone who responds that they were still interested and available I would send them a pic monday night and planned on having the event thursday night.

I packed on sunday and flew out monday afternoon, when arriving to Reno I took the shuttle to my hotel and after checking in went to the liquor store right away and picked up some bottles of wine to have in the room. I went out for dinner and some gambling before returning to my room later.

I Got back to the room closer to midnight already a little buzzed, opened the first bottle of wine, stripped, and settled in to take a bath then dress up and take pics.

After a half hour and half a bottle of wine, I got out, dried up and fully dressed from head to toe in the same dress I was going to wear Thursday, and put on all my makeup, wig, breast forms and took a bunch of pics to send out.

I thought I looked so good, actually very sexy, so I sent out pics to all the guys who responded again, 18 to be exact.

So now it's 2:30 in the morning, still drinking wine, maybe a little too much wine, I thought I'd be a little daring. I don't ever go out in public dressed up but back home I like to sneak outside a little when it's late and I know nobody is around.

I look out of my hotel door and decide to walk down the hall to this little seating area around the corner and look out the window, I'm on the 15th floor. With butterfly's in my stomach I walk to that area, which is further away than I thought, trying to walk sexy, swaying my hips and swinging my sexy ass.

I get there and go to the window and stare out at all the lights for a little bit, not thinking anyone would be out. But it's Reno.

I'm super startled when I feel a large hand firmly grip my ass.

I swing my head, startled, and there is a large man, older, maybe 55ish, over 6 foot, well built wearing a short sleeve tight t-shirt with jeans. He held me in place, one hand firmly planted on my ass cheek, the other on my little waist.

"Looking for a good time sweetie?" He whispers in my ear.

I'm shaking I'm so scared, I think he thinks I'm a prostitute, he also smells strongly of liquor.

Before I can think of what to do, he pulls out a $100 bill and whispers, "give me a blow job right here baby and this is yours."

Must have been the wine in me but I just nod my head yes, I take the $100 bill and slide it inside my dress and into my bra, then he leans in to kiss me I believe, I turn my head quickly and he grabs my wrists and push them against the glass holding me there, grinding his crotch into my ass.

Whispering in my ear again, "Oh whores don't kiss, thats right."

This actually turned me on as he continued grinding into me.

I could feel his cock, nice and large, also feeling like it was getting harder.

He pulled away and sat in the comfy chair, unzipping his pants, slightly pulling down enough to free his semi-hard cock.

I just starred, unconsciously licked my lips.

"Come suck this baby!" He said.

I thought I should run, but I took his money, he's big, I'm all dressed up so I have to, although certainly I never expected this.

I go kneel in front of him, taking his semi-hard dick in one hand, it's pretty big already and nice and thick, I lick up the entire bottom of the shaft then swallow it into my mouth, I love to feel it get harder and expand in my mouth.

I'm sucking the head in and out and swirling my tongue all around his cock and it almost instantly gets fully erect, swelling inside my mouth.

I pull out and look at it, spit in my hand and take his shaft again slowly stroking up and down. It has to be like 8 or 9 inches and thick, my hand isn't able to wrap all around it.

I suck it back into my mouth and take it as deep as I can, as I feel it slide into my throat I try to breath out my nose and not gag, slowly I take it almost all the way into my mouth and down my throat, resisting the need to gag. I hold it there and slightly bob my head up and down.

He lets out a moan and a "Oh my God!"

I pull back and slide the shaft up and down past my lips into my mouth and wrap my hand around the bottom of his thick shaft and stroke up and down matching the rhythm with my mouth.

I see out of the corner of my eye two guys walking by, staring at us. I truly feel like the whore he called me but I'm so turned on now I don't even care, I just continue sucking and stroking this big beautiful cock.

Must of been because he was rather drunk but he would not cum.

I worked his cock slurping and stroking for what seemed like an eternity, I'm now surprised more people didn't pass by.

Finally feeling his cock swell even more in my mouth, I pick up my pace and feel him erupt his massive load of cum into the back of my throat as he lets out a loud moan and I begin to swallow all his cum.

After I clean up his softening cock, I stand up and straighten my dress, as it road all the way up my thighs, exposing the tops of my stockings, and bottom of my butt cheeks and thong. He reaches in his pants and pulls out a business card and another $100 bill.

"Call me so we can do this again." He said.

I walked away straight to my room. 

I wake the next morning, my head a little hazy, hurting a bit, still wearing all my lingerie.

I just can't believe that happened last night, thought it had been a dream.

The next couple days seemed to drag on so slow. I emailed confirmations back and spent time setting up a little schedule with time slots for everyone starting at 9pm going up to 1am with a few holes here and there. I felt like such a dirty slut actually planning all this out. Not to mention what happened the night before. 

I woke up Thursday morning feeling absolutely giddy, like a child on Christmas Day but also really nervous. To take my mind off things and what I was about to do that night I spent the day in the casino. I went and had a lite dinner and a few cocktails around 6ish and headed up to my room to take a little cat nap. 

I woke up just before 7 pm and the nerves really hit me, butterflies in my stomach and I was practically shaking so I opened a bottle of wine quickly pouring a glass and downing it. Then I poured another glass and drew a hot bubble bath to relax in and sip more wine. 

Feeling so much more relaxed I lathered the shaving gel on and shaved from my feet up my entire body perfectly hairless. I just left a tiny triangle of pubic hair, just to feel extra sexy. 

Now to start getting ready, first I filled up my glass with wine, it was still so early, only 7:30 pm but I wanted plenty of time to get ready and stay on email. I even had a few new emails. 

I started by using a little medical tape to help tuck my little penis back to give me that sexy flat front, then I slid my pair of sexy Fredrick's of Hollywood purple, lacey tanga panties up my perfectly smooth legs. The lace slid nicely up into my sexy ass cheeks. 

I go back to check email and my schedule, looks like most of my "appointments are set" and answering a few new emails trying to get a few of the empty spots filled in, figuring some might not show up. 

I get a little more wine, figure I should take it a little easy as I don't want to get too drunk too early, just want to be nice and relaxed and slightly tipsy to get rid of those nervous feelings and inhibitions. 

I got back to the bathroom wearing just my little purple panties to apply hot pink nail polish to my fingers and toes, sip a little wine while that dries and next to start my makeup. 

First I apply the adhesive to fix my breast forms on, give that a little time and affix those to give me my big beautiful breasts, and slip on a sexy matching purple lace bra. 

Next I apply all my makeup, going for an extremely sexy look like I'm a celebrity going out partying for the night. 

Start with the foundation, glue on some fake lashes to give me a big bold sexy eye look, jet black eyeliner and mascara, bringing the eyeliner up into a wing at the corner. I put on a black smokey eye shadow with a little sparkly pink faded into dark black on the outer corners. Damn it looks so sexy. I continue with the rest of my makeup, some blush and bright pink lipstick and top it with a lip gloss to make it bright and sparkly. 

I look at myself in the mirror and my face just looks so glamorous, so gorgeous and sexy, I can't recognize myself, definitely the look I wanted. 

More wine, and email and it's past 8 pm now so I figure soon I should start putting my outfit on. At this point I have 15 scheduled "appointments" as long as they all show. The wine is definitely helping as this is way more than I anticipated. 

Deep breath, sip of wine, and on to finishing getting ready. 

I touch up my makeup a little bit, then put on my waist cincer and pull the strings tight to really suck in my sides and stomach giving me that sexy hourglass figure. Next I slide up one leg at a time sexy black fishnet thigh high stockings with a wide lace top. 

I carefully pull my dress over my head, put my arms in the sleeves and pull down and over my large boobs and down to my mid thighs. My dress is a long sleeve hot pink spandex dress, rouched on the sides, scoop neck, nice and tight showing off this great figure. 

I step into my 4 1/2 inch black strappy stilettos, pull on my sexy blonde wig, using a few bobby pins to tuck and hold it in place and go to the mirror, take in this incredibly beautiful, sexy bombshell looking back at me in the mirror and take a swig of wine then final touch up of makeup, and I'm ready. 

It's 845 pm and I have an email from my 9 o'clock telling me he's on the way. 

Oh my God am I actually doing this!? I take some pictures of myself, I think this is the hottest I've ever looked, I dim and turn off all the lights to set the mood and pour a little more wine. I send a few emails to the next couple guys to alert them what's happening. 

Knock, Knock, Knock. 

"Oh shit!"

Instinct kicks in, I barely know what I'm doing but I walk to the door and let him in. 

"Damn your gorgeous baby," he blurts out. 

I blush, look down at my stocking covered feet in these super sexy stiletto high heels. 

He walks past me to the bed and sits down, spreads his legs, says to me, "kneel here baby and suck me."

He unzips his pants, pulls them down his legs as I slowly strut over to him, swinging my hips and sexy ass, he flips off his shoes and out of his pants. 

I kneel down in front of him like I'm in a trance, staring straight ahead at his gorgeous flaccid cock, easily 5-6 inches long. 

I gently lift it with my fingers and place it at my lips, slowly let it slide through my lips into my mouth, over my tongue, and slowly slide it back and forth, gently caressing his cock with my tongue and lips till it hits the back of my mouth, back and forth I slide slowly up and down his cock. 

I can already feel it growing stiffer, and longer. Yum. 

I pull it out, spit down the shaft, wrap one hand around the base and slide the other half into my mouth, stroking it and sucking at the same time, I feel his cock expand more in my mouth and I just keep slowly sucking and stroking his big hard cock. 

Fully erect, I pull it out to look at his big beautiful cock, had to be 9 inches at least, nice and thick too. I lick the shaft from his balls to the tip, then slip it back inside my mouth, slide down it till it hits my throat, relax, let it slip into my throat. Oh God it's so deep, he's moaning and telling me how good it feels, I slowly slide back up his shaft then take it all back in again, back and forth in rhythm I slide up and down his big fat shaft. 

He keeps telling me how good my mouth feels on his cock, occasionally I pull it out of my mouth, spit on it and stroke it with both hands while I suck on his balls, then slide it back into my mouth and try to slide it down my throat. 

"I'm about to cum baby!" He proclaims.

Oh God, more incentive to suck him deeper in my mouth and down my throat then suddenly I feel his cock spasm and hot cum in the back of my mouth and down my throat, I greedily swallow his entire load. 

He stands up, pulls on his pants and as he's walking to the door tells me "that was the best blowjob I've ever had darling."

Then he leaves and the door closes. 

I take a couple sips of wine and check email, I have confirmation the next guy is 5 minutes away. 

My God I'm actually doing this, I feel so slutty suddenly. 

I go into the bathroom and touch up makeup a little, apply some new lip gloss and back to the computer to send out a couple emails, I think I'm hooked, I'm craving more cock!

Knock on the door and I go let him in. 

I realize suddenly some of the guys might not be so desirable to service. 

The first guy spoiled me, he was very attractive physically and had an absolutely gorgeous cock. 

This guy is overweight, older and when he drops his pants I quickly noticed he's not blessed there either. 

Oh well, here goes nothing. I slide his entire small dick into my mouth and start sucking it. 

He takes quite a while to slowly get harder and harder, he fills up my mouth a little more but I'm easily able to keep the whole thing in my mouth. Up and down I slide my lips wrapped tight around the shaft and just like that he grabs my head blurting out he's going to cum and starts spurting into my mouth. 

Surprisingly he cums a big load into my mouth, I have to swallow quickly as my mouth is filling up fast. 

"Thank you sweetie, that was amazing," he tells me as he zips up and leaves. 

Much quicker then the first guy but I realized I still really enjoyed it, I went to the computer to check on the next guy and see if I could get more guys in. 

Wow I am hooked, I want more cocks in my mouth, how slutty. 

I tell the next guy he can come over as soon as he's ready. 

I touch up some makeup and lip gloss and he's here already. 

He drops his pants and thankfully he's bigger than the last guy, not that it takes much, but much more average, like 6 inches and he got rather hard quickly. 

He also takes longer, I suck him in and out of my slutty, glossy pink lips, take it out and stroke some while sucking his big balls, then put it back in my mouth and suck it nice and deep and with a big groan he cums down my throat. 

Yum!

Next are the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth men. I follow the same process and I realize I think most of the guys are going to be average in cock size, 5 to 6 inches, some thicker than others. I realize I'm liking them so much more the thicker they are. Fills up my mouth so much more, and just feels better. 

Oh my God, I am craving cock now, I'm feeling like such a cock whore as I receive the next email that my ninth is on his way up the elevator. 

I can't believe it's so many already. I also realized no guy has even hinted on wanting to fuck me, but I'm realizing I'm just liking being on my knees, sucking dick and swallowing cum. 

He knocks and I open the door and oh my. This guy is huge. Looks like 250 pounds, six and a half feet tall and my first thought is he must have a tiny cock. 

He drops his pants and, wow! Out flops a semi erect monster! It almost hits me in the face. I lick my lips, wrap one hand around the base, then my other hand, then slip the large cockhead in my mouth and a few inches of cock too. I swirl my tongue around the head and caress the bottom of the shaft. 

I feel his monster swell right away in my hands and mouth and get slightly longer, I pull away to take a look at what's the biggest cock I've ever seen. Has to be almost 12 or 13 inches long and fat!

"You like that monster dick baby?" He asks.

I look up at him, just nod as i cant seem to be able to say a word.

"Suck that big dick real good baby" he says .

I shove it immediately inside my mouth as deep as I can go, try not to gag and keep going deeper and wrap my hands around what's left of his shaft and stroke it while I bob my head up and down choking on his monster cock. 

I'm really going to have to work this dick. My God it's so huge. 

I'm sucking and stroking, slobbering all over this huge cock for a long time before he tells me he's going to cum and shoots a huge load into my mouth, I swallow and go back to licking and taking more cum in my mouth and swallowing. 

"Go sit on the bed for me sweetie," he says, "I gota use the bathroom quick." 

I figured he'd just leave, that's odd, panic suddenly hits me, he better not think he can fuck me with that monster cock. 

I slam my wine and sit on the bed and wait, the wait is excruciating. 

He comes back from the bathroom and stands in front of me, his cock still mostly hard sticking straight out at me. 

"I've got another load for that sexy little mouth of yours baby," he says. 




Reno Trip



Oh my, he can cum again? 

I take his huge cock into my mouth for round two. 

I love this dick, I must be a size queen, I just want them big and fat, I love it. 

He cums again and I greedily suck it all down my throat again. 

"That was great sweetie, maybe we can hook up again before you leave town" he says. 

"I'd love that," I replied. 

With that he zipped up and left. 

Oh my God, how amazing. 

I wanted a little break after all that but my email said he was waiting down in the casino so here we go with the next guy right away. 

I freshen up as he comes upstairs and there's the knock on the door. 

No way can the last guy be matched in dick size, I unzip and at least he's not tiny. 

And so I keep sucking, and sucking and sucking. 

I am a cock slut! I now know this to be true.

Next thing I know it's 4 am in the morning, the wine has been keeping me going but I suddenly feel the exhaustion and my mouth is feeling a little soar. I count the emails and realize I've had 19 men over, 19 men's cum in my mouth and down my throat, a couple of them cumming twice, and yet there are still a few emails waiting. 

I send them emails telling them I'm sorry but I'm heading off to bed. 

I strip, leaving on my panties and bra and big tits; put on cute little Victoria secret's booty shorts and matching tank, slip into bed. 

Before I drift off to sleep the last thought I have is, "I truly just became a cock slut."



Reno



I was truly touched by Allie's sincerity and I fell in love with her right then. I realized that she wanted to please a man most of all. I suppose if I had seen Smallville before this, I would have already sensed it, but I had no clue until that night who she was, let alone that she had a truly submissive and sharing nature. She proved to be more right than I could ever guess, but at this point I had more hope than faith in her claim about Molly. Even so, I knew that I could never give her up. Allison Mack, whom I had never so much as heard of despite her fame, was now my slut, soon to be collared to me as my willing slave. 

"Honey, you'll have my collar, I swear. What is it about me, though, that makes you so eager to belong to me, anyway?" I asked curiously, given how quickly she had changed her mind about keeping this casual. 

"Jack, or should I say, Sir, I fell in love with you when I realized that you wanted me for myself, not just for my fame. You didn't have the first clue of my identity or my celebrity, but you found me a desirable woman and hit on me, anyway. Your every word and action showed me that Molly is a fool to take you for granted. You love to fuck, to cook, to dance, and to speak frankly. I never have to wonder about you. You're a straight-shooter and for that, I thank you. You made me believe that men could feel lust that strong, yet still know when to push the envelope and when to respect a girl's limits. 

"Besides, you're a Dom, a Master, and a top. That's just what your slut needs from here on out. Molly can be your wife, but I will always be your slut. I'll fuck you and her, but no one else. I hope that you do the same for me. Fuck us, but no one else. Trust me, it will be great for the three of us. No more condoms or pills for any of us. Just lots of fucking and breeding, not to mention whips and chains," Allison told me as we kissed and she arched her back to present me with her ass. 

"Now, how about you fuck me here? Pretty please, Sir? Take my ass and make it yours," Allie urged me breathlessly. 

"Well, when you put it that way...," I smiled as I lubed up and prepared to fuck Allison Mack in her delectable ass.



Renovation



Hey friends! This is my first erotica submission. Just think of it as every last one of you readers breaking my erotica virginity. I would adore comments, positive, negative, and everything in between. If you like it, tell your friends! If you don't, tell them anyway! 

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What a lucky kid. I thought as my son bustled through the door of our entryway. He was laden with bags of luggage, grumbling about how he had married an overpacker. His wife followed him carrying two suitcases, her blonde hair falling in her face. The pair bustled up the stairs into the spare bedroom.

I walked out to their Lexus and saw they had gotten most of the bags in. There were just two left. A brown suitcase in one hand and a black gym bag over one arm and I was in. 

Rachel was coming down the stairs just as I entered the door. Her black knit top accentuated her thin arms and her not-so-thin breasts. It was a good top. It was tight in all the right places, showing off her flat tummy and breasts. She was probably a C cup, but it looked so much bigger against her stomach. And those tight jeans… what I would do to squeeze her cute bottom.

Stop it, you dirty old man. She is your daughter. I shook off the naughty thoughts and carried the bags in the doorway.

"You didn't have to get those." She said, blushing. "But thanks."

"Well, this way we all made a trip. It's fair." I moved toward the stairwell. "There's bottled water and stuff in the fridge. Help yourself. I'm making dinner in a little bit. Nothing fancy, just some chicken, but I figured you guys would be hungry from your drive."

"Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that water. I'm parched." She moved into the kitchen and I moved up the stairs and into the spare room. My son was on his cell phone. He waved at me absently as he talked. I set the bags on the floor among the others as he finished the call.

He let out a sigh as he looked over the overwhelming pile of bags in the small room. 

"Well, I guess I'll unpack a bit. Though I suspect over half of this stuff is stuff we could have left in storage. Rachel wouldn't let me put a stitch of clothing in storage." He crinkled his nose and raised his voice, imitating his wife. "But sweetie! I want options when it comes to clothes."

I laughed. "Trouble in paradise?"

He smiled. "Nah. I love her, just don't love carrying her suitcases."

"Just think! You get to carry them all back out in a few weeks."

He flopped backward on the bed and held his head. He was still a young man, fresh out of college. One step away from the dream life. Married his college sweetheart, got a good job fresh out of college, bought a house in suburbia. Dan and Rachel were both teachers; he was English, she was instrumental music. They lucked out and found a school district hiring both. They would be working in the same building. And to top things off, their new house would have a white picket fence. No one could paint a more crystalline, perfect future. They would more than likely have two kids, who would also be adorable. 

They had put the down payment on their house. It was a fixer-upper and was close to finished. The lease had run out on their apartment, and in the interim, they would be staying here.

"Dad… thanks for letting us stay. You're a life saver."

"It's not a problem, Dan. Really. There's plenty of room." I grinned. "So sort out your stuff and I'll show Rachel her room." I teased him. I made my way out of the room and closed the door.





Renovation



Also this story contains fantasy scenes of unprotected sex. This is fiction, not real life. Always protect yourself and wear a condom. 



My heart was pounding, my ass convulsing and my cock dripping as the stud behind me rammed his massive plum-headed cock hard and fast into my gaping ass. My head was reeling as I backtracked to how I ended up in this delightful predicament—

My house is my pride and joy and I'm continually making updates and improvements as I can afford them. As a single gay man, I don't have many other expenses so my house is my obsession. The latest update was the remodeling of the sun-porch. I'd interviewed a few local companies, checked references and one seemed to stand out . . . so I hired them. About a week later they showed up at my door and I had a pleasant surprise. The "company" was two friends who did renovation and handyman work. Both guys were in their late 20's or early 30's. Brad, who did most of the talking, was a thick, muscular blond that was built like a high school wrestler. Not the knotted oversized muscles you see on TV, just nice, thick and tight. His partner, Jake, was taller and more lean than massive with a short, dark beard and liquid brown eyes that you just wanted to fall into. Needless to say I was delighted at the opportunity to ogle these two beauties while they worked on my project.

"Mr. Howard?" asked Brad.

"Please, just Jackson. Let me show you the job." I motioned them both into the house and down the hallway. Letting them walk in front of me, I got an eyeful of their tight construction worker asses as we made our way to the sun porch. I carefully went over my plans while Brad jotted down notes as I talked. We discussed a few changes and they made suggestions. Overall, I was pleased with them and eager to get started.

Over the next few days my house was filled with the noise of hammers and saws as the two busted their asses to get the work done. I made sure they had a steady supply of snacks and drinks, giving me a reason to check out their bodies as they worked. On the final day it turned miserably hot and to my delight the men stripped off their shirts and spent the day in nothing with shorts and work boots. 

About mid-afternoon there was a soft knock at my bedroom door, where I was working. Looking up I saw Brad standing there, his hairy blond chest glistening with sweat as he wiped his dripping face.

"Hey Jackson, sorry to bother you. But would it be ok if I used your bathroom. I've really gotta piss!"

"Sure! It's right there. Help yourself."

Brad smiled, showing his perfect white teeth, then strolled into the bathroom. He left the door open so after a few seconds I couldn't help but hear the powerful stream hitting the toilet. Easing back in my chair I looked into the bathroom and watched as Brad drained his bladder, his ass clenched and his pelvis arched forward as he pissed. As he finished and shook the last drops of urine from his dick, I could see his meaty appendage flop up and down. I let my eyes wonder up his back and shoulders, suddenly realizing that he was watching me in the mirror while I drooled over his hot body. As our eyes met I quickly looked away, moving back to my work, but knowing that I'd been caught. As I tapped away at my keyboard I heard Brad clear his throat. Looking up I saw him standing in the doorway, slowly jacking his exposed cock.

"This what you were trying to see Jackson?"

I swallowed hard, and slowly nodded.

Walking across the room he stopped inches from my face as his hand continued to slowly travel up and down his cut cock.

"Well, what'da you think?"

I looked up and saw the horny look on his chiseled face and smiled at him. Lifting my hand to intercept his, I took his growing cock and squeezed it. I worked it slowly, rubbing my thumb over his piss slit and sliding my hand down his hardening manhood.

"Oh yeah, that feels great," Brad said sighing.

I reached up and undid the button on his shorts. Finding bare skin underneath, I let them fall to his ankles. Running my fingers through his short, curly public hair, up his belly and bare chest, I enjoyed his body.

"Ummm, trimmed. Very nice," I said.

"Yeah, I like to keep everything nice and tidy. You never can tell when the opportunity might come along to get some hot action."

"Oh yeah, very sexy." I said as his hard, flat stomach slid under my hand. Reaching up, I rubbed one of his nipples, getting a low groan in response.

"Fuck. That's nice. Feels really good Jackson. Keep it up."

Moving back down, I gripped his nuts in my hand and tugged them. His cock had transformed from a plump snake into a hard pipe of manhood topped with a huge red head. Gripping his dick in both hands I leaned forward, stabbing my tongue into his slit and then burrowed it into his dick. Sliding my hands down his shaft, I pulled the skin taut and began running my tongue around and around his head, teasing the sensitive rim of his swollen red cockhead. Trapping my head between his rough calloused hands, Brad pulled me off his man pole. As the tip of his boner slid out of my lips he tilted my face up so we were locked in a hot gaze.

"Man, I haven't had any decent ass since I got married. My wife won't take my cock up her chute, says it's too big. You'll give me some ass won't you Jackson? You want my cock up your tight hole? Come on man! Help a guy out."

Standing up, I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and then dropped my shorts. I watched Brad as I slowly began to lower my tight boxer briefs, finally stepping out of them. Running my hands over my smooth hairless skin, I closed my eyes and rubbed my hardened nipples. Opening my eyes, I watched Brad resume stroking his cock as he enjoyed my performance. I walked to the nightstand, pulled out a large bottle of lube, and handed it to Brad once he had shuffled over to the bed, his feet still trapped by his own shorts. Turning to face him, I reach up and twisted both his nipples and then fell back onto the bed. I opened my legs wide, exposing my smooth butthole to the rough man in front of me.

"Is that answer enough for you?" I quipped.

"Fuck yeah!"

Brad squirted his hand full of lube and smeared it over my ass. His work toughened hands ground over my hole. Each touch felt like fire running from the tips of his fingers. He quickly moved one finger against my hole, wiggled the blunt tip over it, and then slid his finger in completely.

"Oh yeah Brad. Get me ready. That feels so good!"

He smiled in acknowledgment as he added a second and soon a third massive finger. My lips opened in silent moan as his thick masculine fingers stretched my hole. Brad slipped his fingers out of my stretched hole, leaving my ass feeling empty. But looking down I watched as he coated his thick cock with lube and then pressed that angry red cockhead against my sucking hole.

"Ahhhh, yesssss," I said with a sigh.

My ass continued to stretch as he pressed steadily against my hungry ass. The pleasure turned to pain as he tried to wedge his massive cockhead into my hole.

"Wait. Stop! Oh god that hurts!"

"Hang on dude, it'll get much better once the head pops through." Brad leaned hard against me, his cock seemingly unable to go deeper. I took a deep breath and relaxed through the burning pain, suddenly I felt his huge glans pop through my sphincter and then ram against my prostate. The rapid shift from pain to pure pleasure caused me to gasp and grab onto the bed. He paused for a few seconds, then began fucking my ass in earnest. Plowing me as the mushroom head of his cock scraped through my tunnel over and over again.

Oh yeah, that's how I got to where we started. . .

Brad lifted my legs to his shoulders as he fucked my aching hole. The volume level of my moans escalated quickly as I was wrapped in the pleasure this big man was giving me. Then another voice broke the trance.

"Well fuck! Weren't you going to share, buddy?" Jake walked over and slapped Brad on the ass. "Yeah stud! Fuck that tight hole!" Staring as Brad's fuck stick sawed in and out of my ass, Jake groped himself as I enjoyed the view of him massaging his stiffy through his shorts. 

"Fuck, I gotta get my rocks off!"

I watched as Jake quickly stripped off his shorts. His lean tanned body was coated lightly with dark hair, but his bush a rampant jungle, the complete opposite of Brad's carefully manicured lawn. He crawled onto the bed and started rubbing his cock against my face. Opening my mouth to the welcome intruder, I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of his slim cock sliding down my throat and finally his wiry pubic hair rubbing against my lips. 

"Oh fuck yes! His hot mouth feels nice! It's been too long"

"I told you we'd get laid before we finished this job. I gotta get a nut. This ass is too good!" Brad started ramming harder and faster into my ass as the tanned stud at my head fed me his cock. Brad moved forward, almost folding me in half, and started pulling out completely and then ramming into my fucked hole, his huge cock head popping through my opening over and over again with each stroke hitting against my prostate. Brad arched back and rammed in deep, holding my ass tight against his groin.

"FUCK! Gonna fill this ass with baby batter!" screamed Brad. Jerking as the waves of pleasure overcame him, I felt my ass flood with his cream. Hungrily, I attacked Jake's cock as his partner packed my ass to overflowing. The climax seemed to stretch forever before Brad's body heaved one last time. Sliding his wet cock out he looked at me and smiled and then slapped my ass.

"Damn you're good Jackson. You got some grade 'A' ass there bud!"

Brad pulled up his shorts and walked out of the room as I continued to play sword swallower with Jake's long dick. Pistoning my head up and down his dick, I tasted the sweet flavor of his leaking juice. Jake ran his hands down my chest as he leaned over me. Playing with my nipples, he worked them, causing a groan from my stuffed mouth.

"Oh yeah, that feels nice. Suck that cock, babe!"

Jake lay down on me with his face in my crotch. Shocked, I felt him wrap his lips around my throbbing tool. Pulling his head back Jake let my dick slide out of his mouth.

"Oh yeah. That's some prime dick there! Fish all the time ain't good. A man needs beef from time to time." Jake chuckled as he went back down on my cock.

We both moved into action, faster and harder with each passing second. The heat of lust washing over us, I felt my balls tighten against my cock. The fuck, the head job, everything became an overload, cum rushed from my balls, pulsing up my cum tube. I tried to warn Jake, but it was too late. My cock began pulsing as my balls emptied themselves into his mouth. A few seconds later I felt my own mouth flooded with Jake's hot cum. His jizz filled my mouth to overflowing, the load was so heavy I couldn't swallow fast enough, and it leaked from between my lips. As my own orgasm receded, I nursed the last of the sperm from Jake's beefsteak. Releasing his cock from my lips with a pop, I collapse against the bed.

"Oh fuck Jake. Damn. . ."

Jake licked the last of the semen from my crotch and then rose up to his knees. Curling his long body down to my face he licked the white juice from my lips and then smiled.

"Nice Jackson. Very nice."

I nodded and moaned as Jake climbed off the bed and pulled on his shorts. He walked out without a backward glance and shortly I heard the sounds of tools being packed as the two got ready to leave. Still unable to move, I lay on the bed with cum dripping from my ass and a belly full of man cream.

As they walked by the door, Brad paused, leaned in and said, "Let us know if you have more work, Jackson. We're always happy to help with your renovations.

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