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Candy, Judy, Celine and Lisa

By: Dinsmore



If you came here looking for one of my typical sweet romances, you will not be pleased. This is a story about a man who loses his first true love in a violent and tragic criminal act and becomes addicted to sex. Vowing never to fall in love again, he uses women to satisfy his almost insatiable sexual need. As is my style, there is a romance but it takes some time to find it and it is really a minor element of the story. This is an over the top story, more for the stroke crowd Be prepared! The majority of this story involves nasty, uncaring and often brutal sex of every kind you can imagine with not a hint of love. But, as usual, there is resurrection.

Candy was just a little sport fuck he'd brought back to the house for the evening. He'd met her at a cosmetic counter at the mall, wearing one of those official looking little lab coats. He'd invited her to dinner at an upscale eatery and she'd sucked him off in the car in the fucking parking lot. 

He'd known her about a week---and didn't plan to know her too much longer. He'd been fingering her butt for all of that week. They were outside on the pool deck. She'd just performed one of her better than average blow jobs---not great but okay. After he had cum in her mouth, he had just fucked her throat for a few minutes, watching her eyes water and enjoying the sheer domination of making this woman put up with some discomfort in her desire to please. Earlier in the evening, he'd fucked her in the pool; she'd really gotten off on that. She was about to give up her ass for the first time---and she knew it. She'd never taken it in the rear before. Would she like it? He doubted she'd love it the first time, in spite of his efforts to loosen her anal passage with three fingers---and his favorite acrylic anal probe.

She was a pleaser and he was a user. He planned to use her ass for his own pleasure and she intended to please him by giving it up. There'd be some pain. She might try to talk him out of it once he started to sodomize her. She wouldn't succeed. He'd say the right words and work the right buttons. He'd already rimmed and tongue fucked her crinkle. He was sure she'd never had that experience before. It turned her on immensely. He'd told her he was going to fuck her ass---that tonight was the night. In the past he'd discovered that, for most women, several days of warning about what was going to happen to their virgin passage heightened both their excitement and their apprehension.He knew she was a little scared and hoped she didn't make too much noise when he popped her anal ring. He had close neighbors.

What a dumb little girl, he thought. She believed that if she was accommodating, some nice man would give her a ring and a walk down the aisle. He wasn't a very nice man. There was no ring, just a long, hard ass fuck. It was amazing the lengths these desperate little shop girls would go to in their effort to get a man. He knew and had known women who liked it in the ass—even preferred it. He was pretty sure Candy wasn't one of those. 

On the other hand, if she ended up getting in to it, she wouldn't be the first little anal slut he had nurtured. It really wasn't that much of a stretch from, "no, no, not there" to, "please fuck my ass". Time would tell. If it was the latter, she'd enjoy the nice things he could provide for her a little longer. If not, this would be over. He had absolutely no interest in this little bubble butt with the big tits other than her ass...well her cunt was damned tight and she'd get better at sucking him off with more training, but still, anything resembling a relationship was simply not in their future.

He hadn't always been this way. He used to be a nice guy. He'd been married---he'd been in love. That was in the past. Woman had become little more than plumbing. He cared about their mouths, their cunts and their rectums. He didn't give a shit about their feelings. He had an uncanny ability to make them submit---submit to degrading, humiliating and even painful sexual activities that previously they wouldn't have even dreamed of. He was extremely handsome, had lots of money to burn and the salesman's ability to talk a nun out of her habit. He was a complete asshole when it came to women---a manipulator---and not ashamed of it. Women existed for one reason---to please him.

He never really abused them; he certainly did no permanent physical harm. He wasn't into the whole BDSM thing. A little spanking was kind of a turn on. He'd bent Candy over his knee the night before and walloped her well padded butt. She had been impudent. She'd whined, complained and protested. When he had finished reddening her butt cheeks he'd fingered her steamy little slit from behind. The spanking had turned her on immensely. She'd wanted some cock. He'd made her settle for a quick finger fuck.

His thing was turning a "nice" girl into a slut. The slut gene was there in all women. You just had to dig a little to bring it out. He'd coaxed women without a bi bone in their body into three ways with other women. On more than one occasion he'd introduce them to double penetration or being fucked up the ass and in the cunt at the same time. Public sex was his favorite---making a woman perform a blatant sex act in the open, terrified of being caught, or even arrested. His absolute favorite was sharing them with his friends. What, you stupid little cunt, if I talk you into fucking one of my buddies, then I'm going to marry you?

Now it was time to pop Candy's little cherry rump. She was on her knees and elbows---head down, ass in the air, in the classic position which all little sluts learned to assume without question. She was waiting apprehensively for the inevitable. He was standing over her. He lined up the head of his cock with the little brown target. She flinched as he popped through her anal muscle. That had to burn a little in spite of his preparation. He could sense her fear and it turned him on even more. She was real close to getting cold feet. He stroked her body in the right places and whispered affectionate bull shit in her ear---all the while continuing his advance on her bowels. God he loved the hot, buttery velvet of a woman's ass hole. He loved the absolute domination of the act itself. He'd lubed her well and was taking his time inserting all eight and a half inches into her chute. She was getting used to it, albeit whining a little. He knew that if he shoved his cock in too quickly, the fullness would cause her real discomfort.

She was taking it well. He didn't think she was enjoying the physical part but was getting off on the submissive element. She had a fantastic ass he thought to himself. I hope she gets into this and comes back for seconds. The ones that didn't, well he usually didn't have to, "break up" with them. They were just not willing to come back for another anal assault. Just as well. This one, on the other hand, had become delightfully submissive. Once you got these stupid little girls to give up their butts---to take a little pain to please a man---you fucking owned them. Getting women to give up their treasures was so damned easy.

Not bad, he thought. She's diddling her love button and rotating her hips. He doubted that she'd ever be a true anal erotic who preferred the back door, but he knew she'd give up her ass again---anytime he wanted it. She'd probably be one of those women that doesn't hate being boned up the shitter---particularly after a few drinks. At least she wasn't balling and crying and begging him to take it out. He doubted she'd be entering the details of this night in her diary.

"You are one very hot little anal slut, aren't you Candy? You like it up there in your tight little pooper, don't you my fine little ass fuck?" He wanted an answer.

"Talk to me, Candy, tell me what I want to hear, bitch!"

"I'm a little slut. Your little slut---your little anal whore. My ass is yours baby." She was getting into it.

"Excellent! You are a very quick learner. That pleases me."

As he was getting into a slow rhythm, he saw movement on the other side of the fence. The houses were pretty close together. His was surrounded by a shadow box privacy fence, typical in this area, since it let the air through better than a stockade fence. Sitting by your pool---every house had a pool---you couldn't see into your neighbor's yard. If you got up close and the angle was right, you could easily see. It had to be Judy. Judy was his neighbor's hot new wife.

His neighbor had a high paying government job. The week after he had moved in, the neighbor's first wife---he thought the guy was named Greg---had moved out. Three kids---her three kids---had been too much for her. They'd gotten a divorce in short order. Greg had come out fine financially. Greg wife number one didn't want the kids and had literally abandoned her family. She didn't get squat.

Greg had been overwhelmed trying to raise three kids with a job that demanded travel. Greg wife number two, Judy, had arrived quickly. Greg hadn't known her before---there was no affair. After dating for a very short time, they were married.

Judy had a trashy undertone, but she was very hot and not remotely unattractive. She was five and a half feet tall, solid 36C tits, great legs and a fine ass---which she liked to show off. And she had that nasty little smile which promised a very nasty fuck.

He and Greg weren't friends, just neighbors. Judy would work out in the yard in little surf short/halter top outfits. He would check out her ass any time he had the opportunity. She would intentionally bend over when he was outside to provide a perfect view. The surf shorts perfectly defined her ample cleft as she got down on hands and knees to attend her gardens. As she would work, her full rump would oscillate provocatively. She was advertising. Maybe Gregg just wasn't living up to his marital obligations. He had planned to make a move on her before this but had been too damned busy.

Evidently Judy was a good mom. She couldn't have kids and was up for marriage to an established family. She didn't work. She raised the kids. He and Judy had chatted. He found excuses to do yard things when she was outside.

Back to the present, as he kept long dicking Candy's tender little pooper, he looked carefully in Judy's direction. It was her, but he didn't think Judy knew he saw her. She was watching him plunder Candy's bung hole. She was fingering her own female treasures. A couple of times, he withdrew his cock completely from Candy's hole and stroked his cock. He moved Candy's prostate body around to give Judy a better angle. Judy was no more than ten feet away from the action.

He had, he had been told, a bigger than average cock. If average was seven, he had a solid eight and a half of thick meat. He was uncut. He could get hard and stay hard, even without the 20 mg of Cialis which he occasionally took prior to a marathon session. He hadn't needed it tonight. He only planned to cum three times and Candy was new enough and sexy enough to keep up his interest. At the prospect of sodomizing her dirty hole he had become rock hard. He had far better control than most men. Outside of work, plundering the butts of prospective young sluts had become a full time activity.

He moved around to Candy's mouth and put his cock to her lips. She resisted for a second but ultimately took his ass stained dick in her mouth. He pushed his cock to the back of her throat. She looked a little scared and gagged a bit but got the idea and worked her head back and forth. He face fucked her for a minute or two getting off on her almost immediate acceptance of her fate. What a compliant little whore she was. He went back to his favorite female orifice. He looked right at where Judy was diddling. He stroked his rigid member a couple of times before resuming the anal exploration of Candy's stinky hole. He pulled out again and slathered some more lube on his cock. He rimmed poor little Candy's tender anus one more time for good measure.

It was time to get this show on the road. He wanted to dump a hot, sticky load in Candy's colon before she really got sore. The audience had made him highly aroused and he needed to get off. He began to seriously plunder Candy's little ass, slapping her chubby little cheeks with abandon, riding her back hole like a cowboy in the rodeo. He came with a roar. Once again, he presented his deflating but still serviceable organ to Candy's for cleaning. She did herself proud. 

He kissed Candy which both surprised and excited her. She hadn't cum yet. He thought about eating her little quim to get her off; he decided on the big black vibrating cock he procured just for Candy. Candy was a Southern bigot; the black silicone implement was as close as he could get at the moment to completing her fall to the depths of depravity. He had a very good black friend who would find Candy to be a delightful diversion; that time would come down the road. 

Candy had shaved almost every millimeter of her pussy and ass---for him. With her baby face and small, but well formed body, screwing her was like fucking a pubescent girl---not something he had ever done nor had an urge to do in reality but it did add to the abject depravity he was feeling. 

After the anal exercise, his cock was slow to completely go soft. That was typical. He was one of those lucky guys whose cock was always large, even when soft. He was in peak physical condition. He knew that if he needed to he could get hard again in less than half an hour. That wasn't going to be a requirement, since he had no plans to let Candy spend the night. It was time for the cum filled little bitch to depart; he was done with her. She knew the rules but seemed to think that tonight was special. It was but not that special. They dressed and he drove her home.

The next morning he awoke with a major boner---as most healthy men do. In his case taking a piss didn't really reduce his hard-on very much. It was early but it looked liked the morning paper was already here. He slept naked; he threw on a bathrobe to go get the paper. The way the houses were arranged, only Greg and Judy could see him as he walked down the driveway. Greg wasn't home and he hoped that Judy would see him. She did.

Judy was already out in the yard puttering with something. He tossed the paper up by the door and walked over to chat. There was a wood façade in front of the house with a small shade garden behind it. He walked over and stood just inside the façade and spoke.

"Good morning, Judy, you're out bright and early." He said, admiring her barely concealed young body.

"So are you." She replied, with a lascivious smile. "I, ah, heard you last night, entertaining one of your, ah, lady friends. I assumed you would be sleeping in."

"Nope. No sleepovers. Sorry if we made too much noise." He replied.

"Are you wearing anything under that bathrobe?" She coyly inquired.

"Not a stitch. Never do. Does that bother you?" He asked.

"Not at all." Judy replied, distinctly flirtatious. "I was just curious." And then after a short pause. "You want to prove it?"

"I only take my equipment out if I'm going to use it." He responded, smiling. "Is that an offer?"

"Might be, if it's worth the effort." She bantered back.

"Judy, I'm pretty sure you saw my cock last night when I was boning that little blonde's ass. I'm figuring you're just not sure if you can handle it." He replied, leaving no doubt of his intentions.

"There's never been a dick I couldn't take care of." She replied, and pulled the tie on his bathrobe. 

His cock now hard and upright at a forty five degree angle sprung into plain sight. She reached out and stroked it. She wanted it. They both knew it.

"It looks even better up close." She commented, moving in close and kissing him. "It might just be worth my effort."

"Blow me Judy. You have cock sucker written all over your face. Get that cock in your mouth and stop being a tease or I'll go back home and read my paper." He told her.

He helped her make the decision by pushing down on one of her shoulders while moving his cock directly to her mouth. Sometimes you just had to get the ball rolling. She gobbled it just as he knew she would. What an easy little whore she was.

Candy had been only a better than average dick sucker. Judy was a fucking professional. She had it all. Her tongue action was exquisite, her teeth were not a factor and her mouth was very wet. She'd work the head with her tongue, then take it all way to the back of her throat. Few women could do that easily with his cock. Judy had a point to prove. He blew a massive load on her tonsils within a few seconds. He stayed hard and she continued to suck him off, not missing a drop of cum. He fucked her throat for a few more seconds, just to establish his control. She fucking loved it. She looked up at him and smiled, a dirty little girl smile. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. He yanked her shorts down---no underwear---and fingered her cunt. He worked her mouth and finger fucked her slippery gash. She came, groaning into his mouth. He broke the kiss.

"That was fun, Judy." He said. "After you take your kids to school, nine o'clock, I believe, why don't you come over and we'll kick it up a notch. Use the gate. I'll leave it unlocked."

"I'll see you later." She replied, recovering her shorts.

She was right on time, as he heard the gate latch open at around 9:30. He was getting some rays, wearing only a pouch to protect his privates from sun burn. She wasn't wearing a fucking thing. Her pussy had dark hair, but not a hell of a lot of it, just two tiny strips on either side. Her breasts were magnificent, full, firm and erect---not a hint of sag. As she turned to latch the gate, her ass was perfectly displayed. She bent over, snaking a finger from the front and caressed her pussy and brown eye. Fantastic, he thought. No dinner, no dancing and no small talk—just fucking. How nice it would be if it was always that way.

Judy was visiting her next door neighbor for one reason. She wanted to fuck. Had she taken a cock in her bottom before? Was it the butt fuck she had witnessed the night before that had turned her on? God, what a fantastic ass, he thought. He hated the trend toward women who looked like boys with tits. Judy had a real woman's ass---full but firm. It was unquestionably an ass created to be penetrated.

She was a wanton little cunt who'd blown him with few preliminaries. He was sure she'd give up her little brown hole without a lot of work on his part. Knowing she hadn't had children of her own, he hoped her pussy was tight. If it wasn't, he'd take her ass sooner rather than later. How convenient that she lived next door and could visit him without anyone in the neighborhood seeing her do so. Greg traveled at least two days a week and the kids were in school from nine to three. As quickly as she'd gone down on him in her front yard he surmised that she was up for anything.

He didn't get up as she sauntered over to where he was lying down. She fingered her sparse little pussy and smiled erotically as she stood at his feet. She went to her knees and removed the pouch covering his hardening cock. She moved forward and squatted over his massive organ. With no foreplay, she spread her labia and lowered her body onto his raging boner, a wicked grin on her face. She was every bit as tight as he had hoped it would be. He enjoyed the lazy man's fuck as Judy did all the work and he simply provided the implement. He wished more women understood the need to take a more prominent physical role in satisfying their own desires. 

She played with her nipples and fingered her quim as she drove her tight little body into his groin. As she started to cum she leaned forward and gave him a sloppy wet kiss. 

"Don't look now. That cock of yours seems to invite an audience. Someone is watching us from the other side of the yard." She whispered in his ear. 


Candy, Judy, Celine and Lisa



She came quickly, continuing to grind her mound into his pubic bone. It had been a hot fuck but he hadn't cum. She knew it. She repositioned herself on her knees so he could take her from behind. Her position would also afford him a view of the voyeur. 

"I know you want my ass, but not this time. I haven't taken a crap yet today." He appreciated her warning. He hated fucking a shit filled poop chute.

He began to bone her hard and deep, slapping her milky cheeks and gripping her slim neck as he did so. He stole occasional glances at the side yard fence and distinctly saw their uninvited guest. He didn't recognize her. The couple next door both worked. The woman was not unattractive, albeit a little heavy and in her forties. He knew they had a daughter in college, eighteen or nineteen, but he'd never met her. He wondered if that could be her.

As he leaned forward to kiss Judy on the neck, she turned her head to whisper the answer. "That's their daughter. Her name is Celine. I've met her and she's cute."

He stood up over Judy, stroking his long cock for maximum effect. He'd finish her off standing above her. He rolled Judy over and positioned her on her shoulders with her legs draped back and her feet nearly touching her ears. She got the idea and used her hands to thrust her cunt up at the perfect entry angle. He loved this position. It would be good for Judy as his cock rubbed her clit on every stroke. With her knees tight together her already tight little pussy would become even more so. To add to the excitement, Judy also slipped a finger up his ass and worked her digit in perfect sync with his deep strokes.

As he felt the cum rising, he pulled out of Judy's gash and jerked off on her face, standing over her head in the classic dominant position. Some women were offended when a man came on their face---not that he really cared; Judy was not. Most of the sticky stuff went in her mouth. Judy really liked eating cum. Women just looked so damned cute with cum oozing from the corners of their mouth. Judy was a true spermaholic---absolutely his kind of cunt.

He lowered his ass to her face, wordlessly inviting Judy to rim his ass hole. She did so with no further encouragement. He knew he had one more fuck in him after fifteen or twenty minutes rest. Traditionally it would have been her ass but there was obviously no room in there right now.

Judy jumped up and dashed over to the fence and opened the gate.

"Celine! She yelled. "Is that you? Don't run off, I want to talk to you." Judy disappeared into the neighbor's yard.

She returned a few minutes later with Celine in hand. He was glad she did. Celine was a tall, willowy, dirty blond. Her hips and tits were small but her face was quite pretty. The soft swell of her ass was well displayed by the thong bottom of her two piece. His cock was hardening sooner than expected. Where is this going? He mused. Judy made the introductions. 

"Okay, kids. Why don't you two get acquainted. I've got to go do some grocery shopping. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." With that, Judy disappeared into her own yard.

He spoke to Celine softly, noticing that she couldn't take her eyes off his rapidly enlarging tool. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked.

"It was pretty hot." She replied, nervously, not sure what she had gotten herself into. "I mean, I've made love before---not a lot---but you two really..." She trailed off.

"Celine, Judy and I were fucking, not making love, just fucking. Do you like to fuck?" He asked.

"Well, ah, yes, I think so. I don't have that much experience. I read a lot, you know, dirty stories, but the real thing never seems to be the same as what I think it is supposed to be." She responded, haltingly.

"You're going to burn a hole in my cock if you keep staring at it. Go ahead, it won't bite. You want to touch it. Touch it." He said, knowing he was within a few minutes of being able to bone this horny little college cunt.

Celine reached out, first with one hand, then with two. His cock sprang into action as she softly fondled it.

"How old are you Celine?" He asked.

"Nineteen, I just turned nineteen last month." She replied, now stroking his cock more vigorously.

He got up on his knees, his cock dangling two inches from her pretty little mouth.

"Go ahead, Celine, take it in your mouth. You've done that before, haven't you?" He said, more of a statement of fact than a question. She nodded and complied.

Pausing in her oral efforts, Celine spoke. "I've never done it with one that was uncircumcised. It feels different. It's a lot bigger than I've ever seen before. I'm not very good at it---so I've been told." She replied, almost regretfully.

"It takes practice, Celine. Just take the head in your mouth and work it with your tongue. Use you hands to stroke it. This is not about face fucking." He said, instructing as he attempted to relax her, and chuckling as it occurred to him that face fucking would come later. Not bad, he thought, not bad at all; the little bitch showed real potential. Another slut in the making. He removed his cock from her mouth; she seemed a little disappointed.

"Did I do it wrong?" She asked painfully.

"Not at all Celine, you show real promise." He responded. "I want to get to know you a bit, find out more about your experiences, and it's pretty hard for you to talk to me with a dick in your mouth."

The frank sexual talk seemed new to her. From the moist spot forming in her crotch and the erect little nipples protruding through her T shirt, it was obviously turning her on.

"I saw you, before today, you know. I saw you last night with that blonde. Were you fucking her, ah, I mean, ah, in the ass?" She inquired.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Celine?" He asked, not answering the question that she already knew the answer to. She shook her head. "Why don't you give me a run down on what you've experienced, sexually." He said.

She started to get more comfortable speaking in blatant sexual terms. "I've blown a few guys. My boy friend has cum in my mouth. I don't gag the way I used to. I like the taste of it. I've fucked three guys. It was okay, but not anything special. My boy friend tried to, ah, do my ass once, but it hurt, and I made him stop. Do most adult women like it there?" She asked innocently.

"Not really, Celine, certainly not at first. A woman has to get used to it, even practice opening her anal ring. Good lubrication is essential. A disposable oil enema ensures a clean ass fuck. A few women I know love it---even prefer it." He educated her on the finer points of anal sex.

"Is your cock bigger than average?" She blurted out.

"By an inch and a half or so and thicker." He responded, adding a question. "Are you on the pill, Celine?" She nodded.

"Have you ever made love with a woman?" He asked, taking her off guard.

"Yes, with my freshman roommate. I enjoyed it, but I don't think I'm gay." She replied assertively.

"Celine, many women who enjoy a man's cock also enjoy eating pussy. It's very normal. I don't know Judy well enough to know if she is one of those women, but she is very hot isn't she?"

Celine nodded again. "Her tits are gorgeous. I wish I had tits like hers. I could see myself having, ah, sex with her."

"Let me see them." He responded. Without hesitation, Celine removed her T shirt.

"You tits are just fine, Celine, quite perky and very beautiful. I really prefer women with smaller tits, like yours." He told her, adding a final command. "Show me your pussy, Celine."

Again, with no hesitation, Celine pulled the thong down over her long legs and deposited it beside her. Her pussy was completely bare. He assumed she used a depilatory, since there wasn't a hint of stubble. A perfect little girl pussy, he mused.

"Spread your legs, Celine. You pussy is exceptionally beautiful. I want to see all of it." She complied immediately. "Open your cunt with your fingers, Celine. I want to see inside."

As tall as she was, probably five foot seven, her labia were quite tiny. The hint of moisture was quite obvious as she spread her legs.

"Do you make yourself cum, when your boy friend isn't around?" He asked. She nodded again. "Show me how you do it." He added.

Celine began to massage her love button, alternately insert one, then two fingers inside her box.

"Do you want my help?" He asked. She nodded slowly. He went down on her juicy little slit.

Ah, the sweet taste of young snatch, he thought. He snaked a finger back to her tightest hole and gave her little box his best oral effort. She came in seconds accompanied by a profuse discharge of womanly secretions. He lapped up every drop he could, bringing her to a second, smaller orgasm.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, his cock now standing at attention. She whispered her assent. Of course she did. That's why she was here.

"How do you want it babe?" He asked.

"Like you did with Judy, from the rear. I haven't done it that way before, believe it or not." She said, assuming the position. Ah, how quickly these little fuck toys assumed the correct position.

He gave her tail a perfunctory tongue swipe, rimming her shitter and inserting just the tip in her ass. She liked it. The girl was anally sensitive. She'd give up that ass before the week was out---or maybe before the day was over.

She was taken aback by the girth and length of his cock. He went slowly to give her time to adjust.

"That's a big cock." She said, in a matter of fact tone.

He began to drill her, slow and deep. He gently massaged her tightly closed little anus and she didn't protest. If she was nineteen, he was old enough---just barely---to be her father. Her slim hips, small breasts, bald cunt and young face almost made the fuck feel criminal. It wasn't, of course. Her underused vagina was the tightest one he could remember. He reached beneath her and diddled her love button. 

He had cum twice with Judy. He was rock hard and knew he could last as long as he wanted to. He wanted her first experience with an adult man's cock to be memorable. She was moving with him and softly moaning. He hated screamers. Moaners where just perfect. Celine was a delightful little moaner.

The little college bitch had never been dicked this long and this deep by this much cock He pushed her legs tightly together to increase the friction for her benefit. She came. He kept fucking her. She came again. He knew there was another one in there; he was right. After her third orgasm he dumped a load deep in her pussy. He withdrew, knelt down and retrieved a measure of his sticky fluid from her twat. He gave that precious little ass hole one final tongue job. He rolled her on her side and kissed her, giving her a taste of his juice and her ass.

"That was fucking amazing!" She exclaimed, with a huge grin. "I've never cum with a cock inside me."

"You are a great little fuck, Celine. I hope this wasn't a one time event. Will you come back for another session?" He asked.

"My parents won't be home tonight, they're starting a long weekend at a resort. But, I figured you and Judy were going to be getting together." She said.

"I hope so, Celine. She promised me her ass and I dearly love fucking a woman's ass. There's more than enough cock to go around---and if I get tired, you and Judy can keep yourself entertained." He told her.

"I'm not sure I could handle that monster in my, ah, butt. I think I'm going to have to practice a lot before I let you try it---but I want to. Maybe I'll learn some things watching you two." She paused, and then continued. "How many times can you do it before, ah, it, ah, you can't get it up?"

Without mentioning the Cialis he knew he'd be taking, he expounded on his stamina.

"I can cum three times in the first hour or so. Then I need a rest, but can get it up at least once an hour all night. Why don't you come over around 8:00; Judy won't be here---if she is coming---until after nine when she gets her kids down. So, not counting what you and Judy can do to pleasure each other, I should be able to get off eight or ten times before I need to crash." He informed her.

"Let me give you a special gift." He said, trotting into his bedroom. He returned with several objects.

"Celine, your ass is sensitive. You liked it when I ate your tight hole didn't you?" He asked. She nodded.

He provided her with graduated anal dildo, a small tube of lube and a disposable enema.

"If you decide to back out, that's fine. But in case you want to try it, work this little number up your ass, a few minutes at a time over the afternoon. Use the enema just before you come over. A couple of drinks before the main event will help you relax." He informed her. Another young anal virgin to add to his collection...how delightful.

She nodded, still not convinced that she could take anything as big as his cock up her pooper---but wanted to be a sport and give it her best effort. She gathered her clothing and they kissed one last time before she went back through the gate.

This will be a long night, he thought. I need to get some sleep. He slept until late afternoon when the phone awakened him. It was Judy.

"So, what's the plan for tonight? Was she a good little fuck---is she going to join us?" Judy inquired.

"Judy, I hope you're not put off by a little girl on girl, because she's done it before and she thinks you're hot. She'll be over about an hour before you will, so I'll have her all warmed up by the time you arrive. She might just give up her butt; you are planning to let me sodomize you, aren't you?" I said.

"My poop chute will be cleaned and primed on arrival. Don't wear yourself out with the little college cunt. Save some of that magnificent cock for me---for my ass." Judy replied, adding an after thought. "Should I bring my strap on? I know that sounds a little butch, but I dearly love introducing the young innocent ones to Elmer. What do you think?"

"Bring it on, Judy, who knows, she might want to strap it on herself; I think the sky is the limit." He replied as he ended the phone call.

He showered and dressed, then grabbed a light, high protein dinner. Just a little after 8:00 PM, Celine came though the gate wearing an almost transparent sun dress---and nothing else. He offered her a drink and they sat down to chat. He suggested the hot tub, and she agreed immediately. He kissed her and fingered her clit in the tub.

With a sense of urgency, she began to speak. "I practiced, like you told me. It was pretty hot, fucking my own ass. I got the damned thing all the way in to the thickest part. I want you, back there, but I want you now, before Judy comes over. I just don't want an audience the first time I take a cock up there. I have to do this. If I get cold feet and tell you to stop---don't. Where do you want to do it?"

"Right here, in the tub." He responded. "Kneel on the shelf, its cushioned and should be easy on your knees. Your ass will be at the perfect height." She did as she was told.

He began to lick and tongue her ass, pleased to discover that it was both clean and already lubed. He knew he'd better take this little girl's pooper before she chickened out. He lined up the target, slathered some more lube on his cock and pushed the massive head past her anal ring. She flinched and cried out. He paused. She nodded that she was ready for him to feed her more dick. He knew it had burned, but also knew the burning would pass quickly. He took his time to let her get used to the massive invasion of her tender little rectum. He told her to play with herself. Soon he had all eight and a half inches of cock fully inserted in her tight hole. Her anal ring was stretched obscenely. God what a power trip, he thought to himself.

As she panted softly he thought about how exciting---how fucking erotic---it was to introduce a young anal virgin to this forbidden act. She had been so willing to be sodomized that he was convinced that Celine was an anal slut in the making. He would miss her ass when she went back to college. Where did she go to school? It was only a few hours away. Maybe he would visit her. He was getting ahead of himself. It was time to ass fuck this slender little nineteen year old girl.

He dicked her slowly, occasionally removing his cock completely and letting her ass hole gape open provocatively. He planned to finish her off quickly. This was an unused orifice and too much of a good thing might be more than she could handle. She was moving with him. She was getting into it. What a fine little anal slut, he thought. I met her this morning and I'm balls deep in her ass tonight. Women were so fucking easy. He accelerated his stroke, plundering her tender young ass to the limit. He dumped a huge load at the entrance to her colon. She felt it, exclaimed, cried out, and came quickly.

He presented his cock to her lips and she cleaned her ass juice and his cum off it like a fucking pro. He kissed her and massaged her budding little nipples. Damn fine, he thought. This girl's shitter was custom made for cock. He'd tap it again and he knew she'd give it up to someone else in the future. She might just learn to prefer it. 

"That was a lot easier than I thought it would be." Celine said, softly. "It burned a little a first. The fullness was hard to get used to. After I adjusted, the fullness was the best part---being owned by your cock was so fucking hot. I felt it when you came. I'm a little sore back there, but I could definitely get used to it."

At that point, Judy came through the gate. "Very nice, Celine." Judy said. "I didn't want to interrupt your activities, but I saw the end. You might just turn into as big an anal freak as I am."

Judy walked over to the hot tub, yanked off her bathing suit top and bottom and climbed in to join them. With no warning, she leaned over and kissed Celine full on the mouth, probing her young oral cavity with her tongue. Celine whimpered, making no effort to pull away. She caressed Judy's large tits. Judy finger Celine's cunt. Good, he thought. Let the sluts entertain themselves while I recover.

Judy guided Celine so that she was sitting on the edge of the tub. Celine ran her fingers through Judy' short hair as Judy went down on her. Celine came very quickly, considering the fact that she had just gotten off.

Judy repositioned herself, pushing Celine back into the tub as she sat on the edge, fingering her own snatch. "My turn you beautiful little bitch. Show me how well you eat pussy." 

With that, Judy pushed Celine's head down into her steamy muff. Celine showed no sign of resistance. He noticed that Celine's tight little butt was just above water level. He went down on her from behind, licking her little cum filled dark hole for all he was worth.

He was almost hard again, hard enough to penetrate Celine's tight little quim---not hard enough to cum again. He stood up and used his hand to insert his rapidly hardening cock into her delicate little pussy. She was surprised by the invasion of her cunt, but by no means unhappy about it. He began a slow motion, not wanting to disturb her oral efforts.

Celine brought Judy off surprisingly quickly. Judy slipped down in the water, kissing Celine on the mouth and fingering her snatch. Judy rubbed her ample tits against Celines's more modest attributes. The combination of the nasty kiss, the finger work by Judy, the breast contact and his increasing attention to her tight little twat brought her off again. He did not cum, but could be ready to very soon. He knew he owed---had promised---to take Judy's ass and wanted to save his sticky load for her rectum. They all sat back to survey the situation. He got out and prepared everyone another round of drinks. When he returned, Celine and Judy were enjoying a passionate kiss and grope.

Judy broke the kiss and ducked under water to take his hard cock deep in her mouth. When she came up for air she made him stand up. She grabbed Celine and brought her face over to his cock, alternately kissing each other and licking his boner. A very hot scene, he thought; these girls might not need my help. He was wrong.




Candy, Judy, Celine and Lisa



"Come on, my hot little bitch. This man owes me an ass fuck and I intend to collect." Judy said, half dragging Celine over to the sunning area. "How do you want me, stud?" Judy asked.

"On your back, knees in your ears with Celine's hairless little muff firmly plastered on your mouth." He replied.

Judy assumed the position as directed. Celine placed her hairless little girl cunt directly in Judy's face. She was facing him so that she could lick a little pussy---or suck a little cock. He explored Judy's brown hole; it was clean and already lubed. He loved a girl who was ready to have her rectum plundered. He squirted some lube on his cock and worked a couple of fingers into her backside to determine if it was ready. It was more than ready. He didn't pause, simply jamming his cock up her shitter in one even stroke.

Judy was obviously one of those special women who fucking loved it up the ass---might even have preferred it. Judy was working Celine's nearly hairless cunt with her tongue. He removed his cock from Judy's and offered it to Celine. Without hesitation she slurped his smelly dick into her mouth. He repeated the action several more times, until it was obvious that all three of them were concentrating on their primary task and were close to getting off.

He dumped a good load up Judy's tight little hole just as the two women were within seconds of bringing each other to a close. It was an incredibly nasty, but totally satisfying scene, he thought. They decided to retire to the bedroom for a good long night of serious depravity.

Judy produced the strap on. Celine said okay, but turn about was fair play. The two women got into a classic face to face as Judy began a deep silicone fuck of her new playmate. He was ready to go again. With Judy on top, either her ass or pussy were available. He would need to restrict his movement, simply letting Judy's stroke service him at the same time. Which one, he mused. Both he thought, alternately fucking her poop chute and cunt. Not very sanitary but he didn't really care. Celine came first, thanks to the strap on expertise Judy showed. Judy pulled out and sat back on her knees, gesturing that he should service the younger woman. 

Celine had other thoughts. She wanted to try the strap on. She began abusing Judy's cunt from behind. Like a budding director, she repositioned him, so that he was under Judy. She took his cock and inserted it in Judy's dripping cunt. She inserted the silicone tool in Judy's cunt and began a slow deep plastic fuck. The dildo against his cock was pleasant at first, but Judy's cunt was stretched to the limit.

"Fuck her ass." He ordered, and Celine did so without missing a beat. This was better, he thought. The movement of the strap on in Judy's shitter was exceptionally stimulating to his cock only millimeters away in her pussy. They all came again. Judy made the most noise in response to her anus and cunt both being plowed at the same time. Cialis or not, he needed a break. They grabbed a snack and headed for the shower to clean up. They washed each other and fingered their respective holes. He was getting hard again. Celine wanted to do what Judy had just done, Silicone in one hole, cock in the other. They went back bed.

Celine had Judy lie down. She squatted over her and inserted the always hard implement in her juicy little quim. She leaned forward to kiss Judy. She turned to him.

"Fuck my ass." She said.

This episode was different. Celine stayed still as Judy worked her hips up and down working the little college girl's bald pussy with the artificial cock. He just plundered Celine's little ass, now well used, full of cum and far looser than it had once been. They all came again. He knew he could stay hard thanks to the pharmaceuticals, but doubted that he could cum for a while without some rest. Thankfully, the girls were pretty fucked out. All three drifted off to sleep.

They awoke a few hours later for another round. Just before day break, Judy had to leave to check on her kids, barely twenty feet away. Celine did not, fortunately. He fucked her one more time, gently, face to face. It was far more like making love than the nasty stuff they had all engaged in. 

It was a shame she was so much younger. She had, in less than twenty-four hours, become an exceptionally satisfying young woman. She sucked his cock around 4:00 AM and it was well above average, certainly better than that little cum slut Candy. She would be a very satisfying little cock sucker in no time. She liked girls, which always added to the adventure. Her cunt was super tight and she would rapidly learn to love it up the ass---if she hadn't already. The fourteen year age difference was a deal breaker.

The ménage went on hiatus when Greg stayed home for over a week and Celine went back to school. His thoughts turned to Candy. She had called a couple of times and left a message. He had called her back when he knew she wasn't there and temporarily blown her off---gently. He was horny. He called Candy. He invited her to dinner, suggesting that she drive over to his house, since it was halfway to the restaurant. She agreed.

She came in the door looking pretty good. Some immediate correction had to be made. He kissed her and fondled her little bubble butt.

"Panty hose. I hate fucking panty hose. Take 'em off." He commanded her.

"Sorry." She said and proceeded to do exactly as she had been told, hoisting her skirt and rolling off the offending garment.

"Hell babe, lose the panties, too." He said, and proceeded to remove her little thong undies.

"But, this skirt is really short, someone might see my..." He cut her off.

"Your pussy? It a great looking pussy; more people should see it. Lose the bra too, I want to see your tits." He told her.

She protested, but complied, knowing that if she bent at all, her ass crack and cunt would be in full view. Without the bra, her nipples were visible to anyone who stood over her.

He gave her one more kiss, fingering her bare cunt and anus as he did so. God this little tramp was always wet, he thought. I should just bend her over and fuck her right here, he thought. No time, I'm starving. They got in the car for the short drive to the restaurant.

It was a favorite of his; it was just a little fish house, and all the fish was very fresh and cooked without a lot of fanfare. The waitress, Denise, was bi, he knew from previous conversations. He had flirted with her until she made it clear that she had crossed over and really preferred women to men. She was eye balling Candy's little body all during the meal. The table was somewhat secluded.

He spoke to Denise. "You want to fuck her, don't you, Denise? She's a virgin as far as you're concerned, she's never made love with a woman."

He turned to Candy. "Show her your pussy, Candy, let her see how pretty it is."

Candy gave him an evil look, but inched her dress up so that her pussy was clearly exposed to Denise.

"Open it up for her, baby. Spread you cunt so Denise can see how pretty it is inside. That's right, put your finger inside, very good." He said.

"You want a taste, Denise? Candy, let Denise suck you finger." Candy extended her hand tentatively. Denise took a quick glance around to be sure no one was looking and slurped Candy's finger into her mouth, keeping it there for a couple of seconds. Denise smiled.

"Sweet and fresh, just the way I like it." Denise grinned.

You'd like to fuck this little bitch, wouldn't you Denise. You'd like to be the first woman to go down on her, wouldn't you?" He asked.

Candy did not know whether to shit or go blind. She was uncomfortable, but aroused.

"Not tonight, I'm on till midnight." Denise replied. "How about tomorrow afternoon?" She scribbled her phone number on a napkin and handed it to him.

"Would you like that Candy, would you like Denise to come over and make love to you? You want to eat her pussy don't you? You said you were curious. What do you say?" He didn't let up.

"Yes, I'd like that." Candy replied, not completely sure what she was getting herself into.

Denise glanced around one more time, then bent over and kissed Candy full on the lips, probing her mouth with lots of tongue and jamming three fingers in her dripping little slot. "Tomorrow baby." Denise said and left to attend her other customers.

Candy didn't say much when they got back in the car. "Are you going to fuck her too?" She finally asked.

"I doubt it." He replied. "Denise has pretty much become all girl"

A few minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of a semi-private club. It was a nude bar; it was unusual, in that the girls were all absolutely naked---not to mention young and attractive. No real sex went on here. For a fee, a totally naked young woman would dance inside a man's legs rubbing her ass all over his cock through his pants. On the third song, she would jerk him off through his pants and he would almost certainly cum. Those men who didn't want a dry cleaning bill would wear a condom to prevent stains---but lose their underwear to improve the sensation. Some of the girls would let a guy finger one of their holes---for extra money. Taking your dick out of your pants would get you tossed and probably banned. The girls weren't willing to leave with a guy because they had to pay a stiff fee to come back in. Some where hookers who got very significant fees for their services. The majority were just attractive young girls making astounding money for little more than a kiss and a fabric covered hand job.

"What are we doing here?" Candy asked. "This is a strip club."

"Well, not really Candy. All of the girls here are already naked. Besides, it's amateur night." He didn't give her time to think about it, guiding her out of the car and into the club.

The place was quite nice inside. Once the eyes adjusted to the dimness, it was as he had described. Numerous nubile young women wear grinding their hot little asses into well dressed men's crotches. A couple of women were dancing on a stage---it was a duty they performed as part of the price of admission. Candy was quite obviously in shock and awe. A naked waitress took their drink order.

"Candy, you're a pretty hot little dancer. Do you want to give one of the girls on stage a rest on the next number?" He asked.

She shook her head. "Come on, you've always wondered what it would be like. You're as hot as any woman in here---every guy in the place would be watching you." He reached behind her neck and started to unzip the dress. "Take your dress off; you're the only woman wearing one. Just sit here for a while and see if you can get your nerve up."

"Stand up." He told her, and she did. He quickly unzipped the dress to her ass and pulled it off over her hips. For a minute he thought she might cry, but she regained her composure.

"I feel like a whore." She said.

"All women are whores, that's what men want them to be, Candy. Some give it up for cash, others for a home in the suburbs." He told her.

Candy got her nerve up. She walked over to where the next girl due on stage was standing and started to chat. The regular girls hated stage duty; they lost money when they weren't working the tables. The girl Candy was talking to smiled, gave her a big kiss and sauntered over to sit with him, asking him if he wanted a private dance.

"No, not really. But stay and chat. I'll pay for your time." With that, he tossed a C note on her lap.

"That kind of cash buys a lot more than talk cutie." She said. "Is she your wife?"

"Hell no." He replied. "Just a little play thing. What's your story? And for a C note, at least give me a scintilla of truthfulness."

"I'm just a little college girl, trying to work my way through school. I don't hook and don't support a habit. I absolutely don't date customers. I can jerk off a dozen guys a night through their dress pants. I work five nights a week, two or three hours a night and clear over $50,000 a year. If you saw me on campus, you wouldn't recognize me. It makes me wonder why the hell I want to be a CPA---I'm finishing up a Masters in Accounting. My real name is Lisa." And she offered him her hand.

"Have you passed the CPA exam yet?" He asked. She nodded.

What's your GPA?" He inquired.

"I pulled a 3.9 out of a 4.0, undergrad, straight 4.0 in grad school. I scored top 5% on the CPA exam---why, are you going to offer me a job?" She snickered on the last part.

"No, but I can certainly get you an interview with a top corporation. If you're as bright as you say, you'll get hired. We start new CPAs in the middle fifties---but you do have to pay taxes and you can't hold down your part time job. If you're uncomfortable working here in this city, we have other locations across the country." He handed her his card.

"Send me a resume. HR and the Comptroller make the call, but I do have some input. We're always short on CPAs. Oh Christ, she's really getting into it!" He exclaimed.

Candy was dancing up a storm. It was unquestionably the hottest dance routine of the night; the regular girls never put there heart into it.

Lisa interrupted him. "Is this on the level? Anyone can have a business card printed up. This one does seem pretty nicely embossed for a fake."

"Lisa, go to the library or check the internet. You'll see my name listed by the title shown on the card. Obviously you've heard of the company---you know that's not a fake. Send me a resume and a cover letter and I'll see what I can do." He replied.

Candy finished up her dance routine; Lisa gave him a friendly kiss and promised to put the resume in the mail the next day. Candy had made a definite impression on the men in the room. One in particular, a doctor he knew came over to talk to him as Candy was working her way back to the table. He didn't know the guy real well but knew that he only came in here on amateur night, usually attempting to procure one of the non-regulars for some fun. He had cash and was usually successful.

"I'll pay two hundred bucks if you give me a private dance," The young doctor stated.

"What?" Candy exclaimed.

"Candy, he wants you to dance between his legs, rub your delectable little ass against his crotch and make him cum, Are you up for it?" The guy who brought her said, then added. "That's $200 for about six minutes of work. Not bad if you ask me."

"I can't do that!" She exclaimed.

"Sure you can." He replied. "That's two day's pay in your current job---with no taxes withheld. What the hell? I think you should go for it."

"Okay." Candy replied, less than convincingly.

Candy stood up, still naked, and took the young doctor's hand, leading him back to one of the private booths. He watched her start moving her ass in close between the young doc's legs. She was giving him his money's worth. He also noticed that the doc was fingering her cunt----she did not seem to be objecting. She'd watched the other girls and knew the routine. By the third dance she was kissing him and rubbing his cock through his pants. It became very obvious that just before the final song ended, the guy came in his pants.

Returning to their table, Candy spoke. "I was scared, at first. That was the hottest thing I've ever done---jerking off a perfect stranger for money." 

She was counting out the twenties, handing them to him for safe keeping---she didn't exactly have anywhere to keep the money. Another decent looking guy came over and made the same offer. Candy again provided the same result, returning to the private booths in the back of the club. She'd made $400 in less than fifteen minutes. 

Two guys had paid her double the going rate for a fabric covered hand job. Why? Because she was not one of the regular girls but an amateur. He laughed as he remembered that there was a place a few blocks up the road, ostensibly a spa store, at which you could actually get fucked by equally attractive you girls for the same two C notes. He guessed that this form of safe sex had its allure to the upstanding citizen types who commonly frequented this club. Candy had decided to go back on stage and thrill the men with her erotic routine. She really got into it this time, fingering her own muff and simulating oral sex. The young doctor came over to sit next to him.

"She isn't a wife or girl friend or anything, is she?" The young man inquired.

"No, just a playmate." He nonchalantly replied.

"I want to fuck her, all night. I want to go around the world. Does she take it in the ass? Is she a good little cock sucker?" The doctor stated and asked.

"Doc, she's only been fucked in the ass once, by me--- recently. I'm not sure she loved it, but she didn't bitch and complain. She gives a better than average blow job and her pussy is little girl tight. She's not a hooker and she's never done anything like that before. I'll talk to her---no guarantees. No bareback shit and no abuse." He told the doc.

"I always wear a condom. He replied. "You can't be too careful. I'm not into any BDSM shit. I've got a room across the street at the Hyatt. Five Hundred for the night---do you think she'll go for it?"

He looked at the young doctor. He was a good looking guy with money. Why was he interested in paying money to fuck this attractive little shop girl? If he'd met Candy somewhere and chatted her up, she would certainly have fucked him. He assumed the guy liked the thrill and taboo nature of the encounter. Maybe he just wanted to get serviced without any entanglements. He wasn't going to ask. The doctor moved to an adjoining table as Candy returned.

"Candy, you made quite and impression on the young doctor. He wants to engage your services for the rest of the night. He has a nice room over at the Hyatt. He expects you'll give up your ass, pussy---and mouth, of course. He's willing to pay $500 for the privilege. He'll wear a rubber and no rough stuff. That's more than a weeks pay. You know you'd fuck him under any other scenario. He'll pay for a cab to bring you home, or back to my place so you can pick up your car. You need to go for it."

Candy was a little pissed, he could tell. In essence, he'd just pimped her out, although he had no intention of keeping the pimp's share of the proceeds.

"You'd let me go with a perfect stranger who wants to fuck me for money?" She asked.

"Candy, as much as I had expected to tap all of your tight little orifices tonight, you were going to give all of them up for free, if you don't count the moderately priced dinner. It's your call. He seems like a nice guy." He said.

"Fuck you!" Candy said, then added. "Do I ask for the money up front?"

"Absolutely." He replied. "I'll hold onto it for you, if you like."

Candy went over to the doc's table and closed the deal. He watched him count out the five C notes. Candy returned and gave them to him for safe keeping. Moments later, Candy retrieved her dress and she and her John left the club.

Pimping out little Candy had been a turn on. Unfortunately, he didn't have any prospects for getting laid and had no interest in the normal routine at the club. He paid his bill and headed for the door. As he was nearing the exit he saw the young CPA to be he had chatted with earlier coming out of the employee area. She had changed into a rather demure outfit---he almost didn't recognize her. He spoke to her.

"Nice meeting you, Lisa. Don't forget the resume. Have a great evening." He said, holding the door for her. She slowed her pace, walking beside him to the parking lot.

"What happened to your little friend?" She jokingly inquired.

"She got a better offer---with lots of encouragement from me." He replied. "I told you she was just a play thing. Tonight she's going to be the young doctor's play thing."

"You're a real ass hole." She said with a grin. "You want to grab a cup of coffee, or something?" 




Candy, Judy, Celine and Lisa



"I thought you didn't date customers." He replied, with a smile.

"It's not a date, and I never saw you pay anyone to dance against your nuts---certainly not me---so I guess you're not a customer. You can tell me what the hell you were doing here over coffee. I'll follow in my car." She responded.

"Lisa, there's a nice Cuban place just across the bridge, maybe five minutes. Is that out of your way? They have great Cuban coffee." He told her.

"I know it. It's a favorite of mine. It's on my way home. What are you driving?" She asked as she slipped behind the wheel of a very new imported two seater.

"The black Benz, two cars over. I'll see you there." He responded, not failing to notice her well sculpted long legs as she climbed into her sports car.

Where the hell is this going to lead? He wondered. She was a very well appointed young lady. She was obviously bright and well educated. Would he fuck her? He didn't think so, at least not tonight. He knew he wanted to.

They found a nice secluded table at the Cuban place. They ordered coffee---sweet, thick Cuban coffee. They also decided to share a desert and have an after dinner drink. By the light over the table he noticed that she was a truly striking young woman. He'd already seen her perfectly curved, long, lean body at the club. He recalled that her tits were real and natural and stood up without any hint of sag. Her bush had been trimmed tight, the way he liked it. Now he studied her face and overall demeanor. She could pass for princess what's-her-name in that Star Wars movie, Natalie something. She could probably have modeled if she wanted to.

She began the conversation. "So what's the deal with your little bubble butted, big breasted, blonde bimbo?"

"Lisa, bluntly, she's just a fuck. I've known her a few weeks. She's not really my type, but, frankly, she was very easy and not bad in the sack. I'm done with her. I brought her to the club tonight to shock her---maybe piss her off. I thought it would be easier if she broke off our short relationship. I was surprised that she went for it with that guy. I hope the doc is enjoying himself." He explained.

"You're a real bastard, you know that?" Lisa countered.

"I agree, Lisa, I'm an ass hole." He responded, softly. "Since this isn't a date and I don't have to impress you, I'll give you a little bit more of my story than I usually give a perfect stranger."

"I met the love of my life when I was a freshman in college. It got very serious. We both decided we needed to separate since we were very young. We stayed in touch, but sort of set this magic date down the road six years when we would get back together and see if it was real." He told her.

He continued. "We both graduated from college and started careers. She was going to save the world with her Masters in Social Work, I wanted a business career. She loved her work and I advanced quickly in the corporate world. We met on that designated day and realized we were still madly in love with each other. I wangled a transfer to where she was working and we were married a year later." He paused to sip his coffee.

He went on with his saga. "Three years later, just after she got pregnant, she was raped and brutally murdered by one of her parolees. He got the chair, but that was an insignificant consolation to her grieving husband. I buried myself in my work and advanced quickly since I pretty much gave up a personal life."

There was a little more. "I reinvested my stock options and bonus money over the years. Seven years ago the company hit some rough times. I engineered a leveraged buy out of the key elements that I thought we could fix with some other senior managers. With the debt funding 80% of the buy out, I ended up as the majority stock holder. We all essentially worked for nothing, taking stock and options as payment. We turned the company around, paid off the debt and went public again, two years ago. Even though I only held slightly over fifteen percent of the stock prior to the buy out, after we went public, I owned just over 50% of the outstanding shares. I retained enough stock to maintain control."

He wrapped up his personal story. "I've made the analysts and stock holders happy. The company continues to do very well. If they ever change their mind about my value, I'll cash in and retire---before I hit the big 40."

He had a little more to add. "I never fell in love again. In truth, I didn't have time for a serious relationship until recently, since taking over as CEO and Chairman. Now that I have the time, I find myself engaged in short term relationships with one purpose in mind---getting laid. I'm not proud to admit that I use women for sex---and little else. Most of the women closer to my own age are either shop worn, divorced or desperate---or all three. I know I used to be a hopeless romantic. Now, as it applies to women, I'm just a bastard."

He noted a moistness in her eyes as he wrapped up his story. He hadn't told her that story to gain sympathy. He wasn't sure why he had told her his story---he never told the women he dated anything about himself. He purposely lived in a relatively modest neighborhood to hide his affluence. Then again, this wasn't a date.

"That's a heart rending saga." Lisa replied. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss. I am also a little awestruck that you could relate things so close to the heart to me. I admire your candor and thank you for your honesty. I don't want to play tit for tat, but you deserve to know a little bit about who I am."

She began her tale. "I grew up decidedly middle class. My parents both worked hard. We never wanted for anything and they were loving and nurturing to the three of us---I have a younger sister and an older brother. I was little Miss goodie two shoes in high school. I got straight As and made the National Honor Society in my junior year. I fell in love in my Senior year with, looking back on it, the wrong guy. I was going off to college with a full scholarship---he was going into the Marines. He knocked me up the night he left for the first Iraq war. Remember how we only lost a little over 200 members of the military in Desert Storm? Well, my Marine was one of the unlucky ones---dead on the first day of the ground campaign. I miscarried two days after receiving notice of his death."

It was now his turn to have moist eyes. She continued. "I loved him so much. He was a really good man who treated me with tenderness and loved me madly. I left college for the rest of that year and moped around my parents' house. I knew I had to reengage in life. I had college, not work, as in your situation. I went back to school and buried myself in academics, graduating in three years. I'll complete my Masters early, also. I'm a week shy of my twenty-fifth birthday. I haven't had a meaningful relationship since I lost my Marine. Oh, I fuck, occasionally---too occasionally. The job at the club is about money—and control---not about sex. No one, other than my family at home knows my story, and even they don't know what I do for a living. Like you, I can't believe I just told it to a complete stranger."

They were silent as both sipped their coffee and contemplated each other. "Was he your first true love?" He asked.

"Yes." She replied. Same with you?"

"Uh, huh." He replied. "No one who hasn't lost their first true love in that way gets it. I feel and share your pain---and thank you for allowing me to share mine."

Lisa looked at her watch. "I've got to go; I've got an early class tomorrow. I really enjoyed this." She paused. "Look, I'm not looking for any kind of relationship, but this was good for me---and I hope not entirely awful for you. Can we do this again?"

"I'd like that." He replied, softly, scribbling his private number on the back of a business card. She in turn wrote her number on the back of the card he had given her at the club. He paid the bill and they walked out to their cars together. As he opened her door for her, she turned and kissed him gently on the lips---a warm, friendly kiss.

"Thanks." He responded softly. "That was a very sweet kiss, and unexpected. I really do want to see you again. I want to call you. How does dinner sound? When are you free?" he didn't want to sound desperate, even though he knew he was.

"I live down at the beach. There are several great little dives down there with great fresh fish. Do you like fish?" She asked.

"I love it." He replied. "I live just a little north of the beach on one of the inlets."

"I'll tell you what." She replied. "I'll call you tomorrow, after class and give you the name of the restaurant. We can meet there, if that's okay." She was being cautious; he didn't blame her.

"Sound great. I'm looking forward to it." She kissed him lightly again. He closed her car door and she was gone.

He hadn't felt this exhilarated after meeting a woman in many years. It almost scared him. It would do him good to have a female friend, someone to talk to---not his normal fare. He drove home and went to bed, less disappointed than he thought he would be at not having a warm willing young cunt at his side. Oh shit, he remembered. Candy would show up some time the next morning---and then there was Denise. Denise would provide the final stage in Candy's spiral downward into the depths of depravity. That thought quickly got him hard. Save it for Candy's ass---or maybe Denise's.

Candy arrived via cab a little after 9:00 AM. She looked thoroughly fucked out, but not unhappy. He made her tell him all the grisly details.

"He must take those pills, you know, Viagra or whatever. I didn't get ten minutes of sleep all night. Thank goodness his cock isn't as big as yours. He was fixated on my ass---fucked me up the shitter three times—I'm still dripping fucking anal lube from my rear. He also liked fucking my tits and cumming in my mouth. I bet I gained five pounds eating cum. I hope you don't want to fuck me baby, because I'm a little tired right now---maybe later after I get a nap?" 

As she finished her little saga, he was pleased to note how easily Candy could now speak about her night's debauchery. She had become a complete and total whore, just as he had known---and hoped she would. She had made almost $1,000 in one night. He counted it out for her and she stuffed it in her purse.

"Go sack out in my room. You don't need to go home to change. Denise called and will be here in three hours; she less interested in your wardrobe than she is in your pussy." He raised her short skirt and slapped her plump, bare little fanny. She scampered off to get some well needed rest.

He got on the computer and the phone to do some office work. Much of his work in the modern telecommunication world could be accomplished from his home office. 

Denise arrived a few minutes late, just after noon. "Where's my little blonde bitch?" She asked. 

She was carrying her tools; he assumed at least a strap on and probably some other toys. He told Denise about Candy's night at the Hyatt. He also told her that if her primary interest was a girl on girl with Candy, he might just pass. She seemed disappointed, which surprised him. He had assumed from their previous conversations that she was 99% lesbian, and no longer enjoyed cock. He was wrong.

"Look." She said. "I admit that I prefer girls, but I still enjoy a stiff cock every now and again. I don't let men in my pussy, that's reserved for girl friends, but I love a stiff prick up my butt---are you into anal?"

He told her that he preferred the back door, and her face lit up. "Let's let the little cunt sleep—she's going to need the rest with what I have in mind for her. I'm pretty dom, so I'm going to give her a very rough introduction to gay female sex. Is she going to be up for it?"

He told Denise that he was sure Candy was up for just about anything---after selling her tail to a stranger the night before. He guided Denise to his favorite fuck spot, the pool deck. 

Denise was out of her clothes in seconds and he followed suit. She was an astoundingly hot young woman. Her bush was neatly trimmed but fuller than he usually liked. Her pubic hair was soft, he quickly discovered, which made the experience of eating her wet young cunt not unpleasant. He jammed a finger up her ass and she responded by fucking his finger with her tight little behind. She might be dominant with other women, but quickly made it clear in words and actions that she liked to be roughly handled when taking cock.

He pushed her down to the soft cushions on the pool deck and grasped her firmly around the neck. He turned her head toward him with his hand and pushed his turgid organ into her mouth. They hadn't discussed blow jobs, but he was thinking more in line with a good mouth fuck. He fingered her behind forcefully with two fingers as he jammed his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged and sputtered, but didn't resist. He fucked her face hard and deep. Having not cum since the day before, he quickly dumped a big load on her tonsils. She swallowed what she could, the overage leaking out of her nostrils. He loved to look at a woman's face after she had just been brutally mouth fucked with snot and cum dripping from her nose. Yep, he was still a bastard, but this little cunt liked it rough, and that was what she was going to get. He decided to get creative. So did she.

"Let me up." She commanded, trotting over to her bag of tricks and pulling out a large, vibrating dildo. "I like this in my pussy when I get ass fucked." She said, handing him the implement. He in turn retrieved the belt from his jeans.

"Bound, or spanked, bitch?" He asked.

She responded. "Spank first, then tie my hands behind my back. I don't like lubes, just spit---I like a little hurt."

"On your knees cunt!" He commanded, as she assumed the position with a big grin.

He first put the belt around her neck, tightening it just enough to scare, not enough to hurt. She didn't scare, but it turned her on. She got into the role play.

"Are you going to make this little lezzie slut feel some pain? Well, get to it then." She commanded.

He pushed her face into the fuck mats, retrieved the belt from her neck and proceeded to redden her astounding little butt with the belt. Her cunt was literally dripping. She never cried out, just kept begging for more. Finally she tired of this part of the game.

"That's enough. Fuck my dirty hole, lover. Take it hard and fast. I want my ass raped." He raped her ass.

With no prep or preliminaries, he plunged all eight and a half inches into her crinkle. She exhaled with a gasp as he bottomed out. He had just cum and fully intended to fuck her anal canal raw. He grabbed her arms and tied them at the elbows behind her back. She was now supported by her knees and her face. He grabbed her hair and forced her neck back. She was still grinning like a Cheshire cat. He inserted the dildo into her steamy little cunt and turned the setting to maximum. 

With her anal canal almost vertically presented, he stood over her and began to fuck her with no hint of gentleness. He fucked her hard, deep and fast, whacking her fanny with his hands. It was like riding a wild animal. Sooner than he wanted to, he dumped a load up her behind. It had been a brutal ass fuck---almost a rape---as she had requested. She loved every minute of it---as did he.

As he withdrew his cock from her rump, he looked up to see the lovely young Candy, naked as a jay bird, observing the action. What the hell he thought, no free viewing allowed. He strode over to her, grabbed her by the ear, and yanked over to where he had just finished sodomizing Denise. He pushed her to the ground and told her what he expected.

"Clean it, cunt. Clean Denise's shit off my cock," She whimpered in protest but did as she was told. What a pliant little girl, he thought to himself.

When she was done, he yanked her to her feet and pushed her face down to Denise's gaping, dripping hole. "Clean her ass hole, bitch! Suck my cum out of her stinky little hole."

Candy got into it. She discovering the massive dildo and began fucking Denise's cunt with it.

"Use the first guest room down the hall, ladies, not my room." He told the two women.

"Aren't you going to join us?" Candy implored, plaintively.

"No, I'm not. I just got my nuts off and I have some work to do. If I feel the urge, I might come in later." He replied.

Denise grabbed her bag of toys and led the now submissive young bubble butt to the guest room. He heard quite a bit of noise as the afternoon progressed. Someone was getting spanked. Candy screamed once or twice, but then sounded like she was getting into it, so he ignored them.

After about three hours, Denise came out and walked into his office. She was dressed and obviously ready to leave.

"You didn't really hurt her, did you?" He asked.

"Oh, a little, but no permanent harm. With the right mistress, she is a perfect little sub. I'd really like to do her again---at my place where I have some permanent, built in toys. I believe she'd be up for it. Her pussy and ass are going to be a little loose, for a while." She said, withdrawing a huge black dildo from her bag. "She is really a fantastic little muff diver."

Denise gave him a kiss and thanked him. After she left, he went to the guess room to check on Candy. She was asleep on top of the covers, looking quite sexy, he thought. He checked her out. Her ass had some pretty good welts on it, but no broken skin. Her anus was still gaped and obviously raw from the brutal plastic ass fucking Denise had obviously given her. The leather restraints Denise had used had left marks on her ankles and wrists, but they would soon fade. Shit, he thought, Denise had pierced Candy's labia and inserted little rings. That must have been the screams. It was a little much for his taste. He closed the door as the phone rang. It was Lisa.

Lisa set the time and gave him the name and location of the restaurant. He was genuinely excited at the prospect of seeing her again.

He let Candy sleep for another couple of hours, then woke her up and half dragged her to the shower. She wanted to blow him. What the fuck, he thought, suck it little girl. Having some consideration for the ordeal she had recently undergone, he didn't fuck her mouth, but let her just blow him. It was better than her normal, better than average. She obviously wanted to stay. He told her he other plans and hustled her out to her car. They didn't talk about her initiation into the world of rough, lesbian sex. She didn't complain about it. Maybe that was her destiny---to become some dyke's submissive little bitch. He didn't know and didn't really care.

He dressed and got in his car to drive to the beach to the restaurant Lisa had named. He knew the place but hadn't been there in a while. They pulled into the small parking lot almost simultaneously. He was always very punctual and appreciated the same from others.

This was the first time he had seen her in daylight. She was wearing a cotton blouse and skirt. The skirt just came a couple of inches above the knees and showed off her long tanned legs to their best advantage. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Her jewelry was tasteful and minimal---certainly not junk. She wore no makeup, other than a light blush of lip gloss. She had one of those sensual, Audrey necks that made him weak in the knees.

She wore sandals that showcased her lovely feet. For Christ's sake he thought, I've seen this woman completely naked and she's hotter dressed relatively conservatively than I could have imagined. God she looked good. 

She broke into a grin as she saw him and it was if she snatched the sun from the sky. Her whole face lit up. He grinned back, hoping he didn't look silly. He felt stirrings, different stirrings. That tinge of feeling that no one had elicited in him in a very long time. He tried to ignore his feelings.




Candy, Judy, Celine and Lisa



They embraced without awkwardness and shared a brief, friendly kiss. She took his hand as they walked into the restaurant. Her hand felt so right in his.

The dinner was great. It wasn't fancy, just very fresh and prepared in a minimalist style. He preferred that to over dramatized dinner fare. He couldn't stop looking at her through dinner. Those eyes. His were light, almost powder blue. Hers were deep ocean blue. She was truly a beautiful girl; when she smiled, she was stunning. Her face was in sublime proportion. Her nose was perfectly suited to her face. Her neck---her shoulders---he was almost in a swoon. It was the first time in a long time that he noticed these things about a woman. He hadn't even thought about her tits and ass---he'd seen them in all their glory at the club---but he always checked out those parts of a woman first. Tonight he couldn't stop looking at her face; he hung on her every word. He was completely smitten.

Later, he would not remember every detail of their conversation. They talked about what they liked and didn't like. They chatted about art, music and literature. He hadn't done that with any woman under the age of fifty in many years. They shared more of each others personal history. It was the perfect first date that just has to lead to a second one. The evening came to an end too quickly. 

As he expected, they parted in the parking lot. They shared another kiss, a smidgen longer than the previous ones. It was obvious to both of them that this first normal encounter had been fun. 

"When can I see you again?" He asked, not wanting her to leave without at least a tentative second meeting.

"I have to work the next three nights. I'm off on Saturday night. What did you have in mind?" She replied.

"Mozart." He said. "You said you loved Mozart, as do I. All five violin concertos at the symphony hall by a really good string ensemble. It's on Saturday night. I have season tickets. It's dressy. We can eat there before the concert. I can pick you up, or if you would be more comfortable, you can leave your car at my house; it's sort of on the way. The concert starts at 8:00 PM. We probably need to leave by 6:30 to have time to eat." 

It all came out, but not as smoothly as he would have liked. He was actually flustered asking this attractive young woman---well only eleven or twelve years younger---to go on a date with him.

"I'd love to." She replied with that warm, sun drenched smile. She turned to her car and extracted a day planner. "Give me directions to where you live. I'll be there at 6:30 sharp---dressed to the nines." 

He gave her instructions. They kissed once more. He walked to his car almost drunk with anticipation.

When he got home, there was a message from Candy. He deleted it. There was also a message from Judy. Greg had to go out of town and she wanted to fuck. Well, he thought, it wasn't like he would be cheating on Lisa, they weren't dating, really, and certainly weren't fucking. He knew he didn't really want to fuck Judy---he wanted to fuck Lisa, but what the hell.

Fucking Judy was fun. She wasn't going to leave Greg; she wasn't young and stupid like Candy and she was a wild and uninhibited little slut. He called her, and she was in the back yard in a flash, naked and ready to fuck. She went down on him immediately—it had become traditional. He ate her little muff, thinking about Lisa. They retired to the bedroom and continued their normal exploits. He fucked Judy more tenderly than he often did---once again seeing Lisa in his arms. Her tight little anal canal was still well worth the price---free---and he actually did get into boning her rear, wondering if he would ever get into Lisa's tight hole. Judy returned home in the early morning hours to be there for her kids. 

When Lisa got out of her little German sports car just a hair before 6:30 on Saturday he was awe struck. It was the little black Halston number. She had the body and looks to pull it off. She looked like a young Audrey, only taller. A simple pearl choker, earrings to match and an understated bracelet. She wore open toed black heels and she knew how to walk in them. Her breasts were concealed by the high neck dress; she wasn't showing any thigh---but she looked sexier than any woman he had seen in a very long time.

He looked pretty good himself; he was in black tie with a custom made dinner jacket that fit him perfectly.

"Great house!" She exclaimed. As he took her hand and they kissed. As the kiss broke, she spoke again. "Are you all ready? Do we need to get going?"

He opened the door for her and she glided into the soft leather seats as gracefully as any woman ever had. She belonged in this hundred thousand dollar car, he though to himself---not grinding her pretty little ass into some man's crotch.

He stole a glance at her a number of times during the half hour drive. God, she was beautiful. A hint of perfume----one of his favorites, he noticed.

"Are you checking out my legs?" She playfully inquired. "As I recall, you've already seem them all the way up to wear they meet---front and back"

"Lisa, I really don't want to screw this up. It's just very hard for me to keep my eyes off of you. That's a beautiful dress and you were born to wear it. I realize this is only our second date. I know we met under odd circumstances. It's been a long time since I've been this excited about spending time with any one---any woman---and I'm just very happy that you're sitting next to me right now." 

"You look pretty hot yourself—great tux. I'm very happy to be sitting next to you at this very moment. I have been looking forward to this evening more than you know. Thank you for inviting me." She replied.

They left it at that. They chatted about the upcoming concert. She was very knowledgeable about Mozart. They disagreed on which was their favorite violin concerto. They finally agreed that it was almost impossible to have just one favorite. They chatted like old friend who had known each other for a very long time. It was very comfortable.

They parked and walked to the dining area reserved for season ticket holders. It was a buffet, but very well stocked with excellent fresh meats and such. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the young doctor from the nudie bar. Oh shit, he thought, this might not go well.

The young doctor introduced his date. She was a stunning young blond woman, but could not hold a candle to Lisa. Lisa was not only the most beautiful women present, she simply exuded class and refinement. Fortunately the doctor had a wall of separation between his sordid exploits and his proper life. He showed no hint of recognition when he was introduced to Lisa. As the other couple walked of to meet other acquaintances, Lisa started to giggle, then caught herself.

"I wonder if she has any idea what he does when she's not around. He offered me $500 one night to go to the Hyatt with him---raised it to $1,000 when I politely demurred. He'd already paid me for a lap dance. He's kind of cute, but you know my rules; I don't date customers and no amount of money gets a man in my pants." She nonchalantly explained.

"Lisa there isn't a well heeled gent in this room that wouldn't pay that and a lot more to explore your treasures." He replied, hoping he hadn't gotten inappropriate.

"Including you?" She asked, taking him by surprise.

He got serious. "I'm not going there. I like you. I enjoy being with you. I'd be crazy if I didn't want to fuck you. Tonight, I just want to enjoy some wonderful music with a charming, funny, bright and stunning young woman with whom I'm becoming---I hope---friends."

It was her turn. "Thank you. You are in your heart more of a gentleman than a bastard. I feel the same way that you do about our brief time together. This has the feel of the most normal relationship—friendship---I've enjoyed in a very long time. You're a great looking guy and probably great in the sack. If it gets to that, it gets to that---but you're not getting any tonight---at least not mine." And she kissed him softly on the cheek.

They finished their food and found their seats. The concert was as advertised. Lisa really got into Mozart. She grabbed his arm and snuggling against his side for most of the performance. Feeling her warm next to him was better, he thought, than the lusty fuck session he had enjoyed a few hours earlier with Judy.

The concert ended after eleven and they walked arm in arm back to his car. They chatted about the concert on the drive back to his house. As he opened the door for her, they ended up in each others arms, enjoying the first probing kiss of their short relationship. He wanted her desperately. She broke the kiss first.

"I could tell you I have class tomorrow, but it's Sunday. I'd love to see your house, but if I go through that door, I know we're going to fuck. I want to fuck you---but not tonight. I'm not dating anyone and I have no secret lovers stashed in the wings. Right now you're the only man I have any relationship with---or have had for a very long time. If I get in my car and leave will there be a date number four?" She asked.

It was his turn. "Lisa, I don't know where we're going, but it feels right. I'm with you on this. Let's take it slow. I don't want to fuck up something that might just be very special." He kissed her again, warm and probing, but tender. "Drive safely. Call me when you get home, just so I know you're safe."

They kissed again and she drove off. About twenty minutes later, his phone rang. It was Lisa.

"I'm home safe and sound, under the covers and in my jammies." She paused, he stayed silent. "Thank you for a wonderful and very special evening. Could we get together tomorrow, Sunday? I go to church in the morning. I'll be done by 9:00 AM. I'll cook you breakfast."

He thought breakfast sounded inviting. She gave him her address and directions. They decided on 9:30.

He undressed and got ready for bed. A few minutes later, there was a soft tapping on the slider from the pool deck. It was Celine. She knew he had been on a date and didn't seem to care. He didn't know she was home from school. He opened the door and let her in. She was just home for the weekend. She was wearing a short night gown and nothing else. He slept in the nude and was quickly sporting a boner. She pulled the night gown over her head and descended on his stiffening cock, engulfing his prick in her hot little mouth. With Lisa one his mind, he dumped a load in her willing oral cavity in seconds.

Usually, he liked to fuck with the lights on; tonight he turned them off. Celine had become a delightfully wanton little fuck and he could not resist her youthful charm. He thought about Lisa as he plundered Celine's tight little cunt and even tighter ass. He was hornier than he normally was after the evening with Lisa. Celine had entered his bedroom a little after midnight. She left around five so that she could get back in her bed before her parents missed her. Few words were exchanged between them over the almost five hours she was in his bed. He wanted to fuck---fuck anybody---more than he usually did. Celine was warm and accommodating and, if she hadn't been so young, he could have fallen for her. 

After the first exquisite blow job, he had gone to the medicine cabinet for the Cialis. He didn't need to sleep---he wasn't that tired. He just needed to fuck. Celine liked to fuck. Tonight she might get more hard cock in all her holes than she had counted on. 

As she crept out the door before sunrise, he took stock. Counting the last tender fuck just before she left, he counted up the number of times they had coupled. She really deserved that last tender fuck; he made love to her to make up for just using her three holes to get off.

He'd fucked her pussy, head down, butt in the air---hard and deep. He was still hard and after a little post coital fondling, he'd taken her ass---the first of three times, that time with her knees in her ears and her anal cavity parallel to the floor. Hell he'd even dragged her onto the floor to do her butt. He'd fucked her mouth---not particularly nicely, but she hadn't complained. He didn't cum, that time, but stopped when he thought she couldn't handle much more. They'd dozed for a few minutes. He took her slimy, cum filled ass again, from the front, pinning her thighs back against her little tits. That time he dumped more slime in her raw little bung hole.

He rested for perhaps half and hour and ate her pussy. He loved sucking snatch---he got off on it as much as the women did. He showed some consideration, asking her where she wanted his cock this time. She chose her ass—she was becoming a little anal freak. He guessed her ass wasn't as sore as he thought. He changed that quickly with a brutal and prolonged ass fuck. 

Sure the drug could help you stay hard, but it couldn't help you come. She would definitely be sore in the morning. It took him almost half and hour and a new bottle of lube to get off. He was sure it was not going to go down as one of her favorite butt fuckings. She looked so pathetic in the dim light giving up her willing young ass to this bastard who just wanted to cum---anyway he could. To his surprise, she diddled her button and got off as he was abusing her rectum. Then there was the last, gentle fuck. How many times? He couldn't seem to count them up; there must have been another fuck he'd missed somewhere. 

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought about Lisa. She's not going to let me fuck her today. It's probably just as good since I'm pretty fucked out. He still was semi-hard; that damned Cialis lasted a long fucking time.

He awoke close to 8:00 AM; more than enough time to dress and get to Lisa's for breakfast. He'd slept soundly for four hours and felt rested.

He arrived at her place just before the appointed time; it was a high rise condo with a great view of the ocean. What was he thinking? He was more than happy with his current sex life. What was possessing him to even think about romance? He didn't need romance---hadn't wanted it. But Lisa...

Lisa looked ravishing. They exchanged a quick hug and kiss. Breakfast was delicious and for the first time in a long time he was at peace with the world. Lisa had something on her mind.

"I don't believe in beating around the bush. You're a really cute guy with a lot more substance than I would have expected on first meeting. First, I did contact your HR department and have already gone through several interviews. I didn't mention your name but I'm confident that your company will make an offer. If they don't, for what ever reason, I already have several to fall back on."

Lisa paused, never dropping her gaze. "Look, at this time in your life, you are one pretty screwed up dude. You need to deal with that. I like you and under different circumstances, a real relationship would be very attractive. Right now, I want to move on with my life---and my career---and bluntly, you need to get your shit together. As I told you, I may dance naked and get guys off through there pants---but I'm not a whore and I'm afraid that in your current state, that's all I'd ever be to you. I need to grow up, but for Christ's sake---so do you."

"So, here's the deal; this is a goodbye breakfast, or at least goodbye for a while. Whoever I go to work for, I'm going to move and I need to move far away from here. I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't try to track me down...at least not until you get your head screwed back on. Which is to say, yea, maybe, someday we might have a chance together, but not now and not for a while. So, let us share a very brief hug and platonic kiss and go get on with our lives."

He hadn't even tried to argue; she was right. Fifteen minutes later he was headed home. He couldn't even engender a decent rationalization. She's hit him where he lived.

Greg came back home and his job changed. He would be traveling much less. He seldom had an overnight. He got a promotion within a couple of months and they moved to Texas. He never saw nor heard from them again.

Celine went back to college a couple of weeks later. He thought about going to her college to see her. He didn't. She evidently had found a more normal relationship and seldom if ever came home for the weekend.

He moved to a new house having tired of living in a housing development. He became more fully engaged in his job again, running the company he had virtually founded a number of years earlier.

His company did in fact hire Lisa as an entry level accountant; she had requested Seattle. You couldn't get much farther away than that from the Florida Gulf Coast. There was no reason whatsoever that he would be involved in the hiring of a junior CPA.

His company was growing dramatically. Moving the corporate HQ had been discussed and a task force had been assembled to consider the option. They could not expand in their current location and had at first considered a local move. The local government got greedy and enacted a new tax structure which made the area far less attractive.

Six months later, the task force was pitching their recommendations for a new corporate HQ site. He'd been around long enough to sense that the team had a favorite choice---hell he expected them to be unafraid to make their recommendation. While he had become a dominant prick when it came to women and sex, he was not a martinet when it came to business. He expected his employees to be open and unafraid to, "tell it like it is". The open environment he had nurtured made people want to stay; his company had no retention issues.

He immediately was intrigued with the Kentucky location. A small, college town in the midst of horse country with a well educated population, an accommodating local government, a low crime rate and an above average quality of life. He wrote "KY" on an index card and left it face down in front of him.

"Are you all in sync on this?" He asked. They nodded.

"Okay, write it down on one of these cards and let's see if great mind really do think alike." They'd all written KY or Kentucky.

"Let's make it happen. How soon?"

"Within a year. We've got an option on the location and all the design work is in the can." The senior member of the task force responded.

"Great! Look, let me just run up there—in the next forty-eight hours---and just make sure it feels right in my gut---which I'm sure it will. First thing Monday, assuming I don't get mugged, let's kick thing into gear."

He fell in love with the proposed Kentucky location. The small regional airport was a joy to navigate and had regular commuter flights to Atlanta, Chicago and Dallas. They'd definitely see a season change and some snow, but the winters were certainly not harsh. The land was beautiful; the housing opportunities were diverse and attractive. Yep, he'd enjoy it here; it would be a new beginning. Monday morning he told his folks to make it happen.

Another six months passed; his HR VP stuck her head in the door. 

"Hey, Mike wants to promote the young lady we hired for Seattle last year, Lisa, to Area Controller. Hell, she took over as a region controller after a month; she's pretty damned amazing. She'll be here for interviews day after tomorrow. Would you like to meet her?"

"Blaire, I have met Lisa; I actually sent her to you."

"Funny, she never mentioned that you had referred her, which, on the face of it is damned impressive. I mean, a referral from the CEO and 'founder' of the corporation..."

"Well, I'm not really going to have time to chat with her; something has come up and I need to run up to Chicago to chat with one of the analysts. Do not interpret that to mean that I'm not interested in her career. I was very impressed with Lisa and care about her success a great deal. Give her my regards and congratulations. Area Controller...pretty fast, isn't it?"