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A Guy Gets Tired of the Games Ch. 01

By: LaPatitMort



Sometimes as a male you have just had enough - enough drama, enough games, enough trying to please and enough trying to fill up the female need for "more." Don't get me wrong, I love the ladies and will pursue them until I die, but I do seem to attract the money oriented, troubled ones. With cruise tickets in hand and wonderful memories of her birthday party last week, I got dumped by my hormonal nut case of a girlfriend. She accused me of everything in the world and I had not done any of it. For now I need a rest, something sane, something to count on, relax with and know what to expect. You know like a business contract.

For entertainment I often read the Craig's List personal ads. There seems to be a higher percentage of bots every week and the "women" -- real and imaginary -- all want complete honesty, real men, drug and disease free and know how to treat a woman. My tickets were not cancellation insured. I had nothing to lose. Why not try Craig's List.

"You want honesty ladies? I live in Hillsboro and need a Panama Canal/Caribbean cruise and vacation partner starting November 12 for three weeks. I'm 64, fit, active, 5'10", 170#, good with my hands and mouth. I'm playful, naughty and respectfully dominate. I definitely know how to treat a lady. You should look good, be comfortable, dancing, dinning and everything else. Polished and educated enough to not embarrass me. Yes, the deal includes sex and I expect you to be willingly good at it. I can afford my dalliances. Interested? Email me, with your picture and particulars. The attached pic is me last month. Generally, I prefer thin, flexible, reasonably athletic, creative and articulate."

I expected a lot of crap responses and I got them. Three hundred pounders singing their oral praises, herpes carrying baby dolls, meth addicts, hopeful escapees from abusive relationships, travelers with no passport and women with five kids who never knew their fathers. But there were a few that were promising:

"Beautiful ex-working girl -- I'm 48, DDF, can keep a smile on your face and would enjoy taking a cruise with a gentleman." In her pic she was tall and elegant. She had shoulder length auburn hair, long legs and big beautiful green eyes. The kind I always fall for and get burned. 

"Me-too -- didn't know real people still read CL. Sounds like something to be thankful about over the holiday. Haven't traveled much but would like to. Professional with lots of vacation time, 41, ready to please and be pleased. I'd show you more of me but I don't want the pics all over the internet." This short blonde was a spinner with sparkling, naughty eyes.

"25, need Daddy to keep me disciplined and smiling. -- I'd do anything you want for a trip like that." Her pic was playful, Heidi-like little girl, in catholic school outfit, sucking a lollipop. Complete with pigtails and painted on freckles. I had a good chuckle.

"Rejected squirters like to travel too. 44. Who do I have to kill to cruise with you? Tight, willing, very clean. Not into bad pain, blood or scat but everything else is on the menu. The more activities the better, want to experience everything before my time runs out." The brunette's eyes were haunting, even with the character lines. She was about 5'5", maybe 130 pounds of fitness. I liked the honesty and reality that hid behind her words.

Three days later, I met "Rejected Squirter" (Tina) for coffee. At first, she was shy and ill-at-ease but she relaxed and proved to be real and delightful.

"Carl, I want to clear something up."

"Please do. Just keep talking to me. I really like the sound of your voice."

"It has been raspy like that my entire life."

"It's wonderful."

"I'm not as wild and experienced as my answer to you implied. My ex left me for a younger bunch of women. The divorce dragged on for three years. It became final the day I answered you and I was in a strange mood."

"So you really don't want to cruise with me?"

"No, it's not that. I would love to go. I don't want you to be disappointed with me. I'm not very experienced and I haven't been a lot of places." 

"What has you the most concerned? The sex?"

"Yes."

"Bring your coffee. We'll go out onto the empty patio and talk more privately."

"Now talk to me. You are beautiful, sexy and healthy. You look like you could knock my socks off and still want more."

"I've only known one guy. We learned together. It was never like my girlfriends said it was with their guys. When he started drinking, the sex got even worse."

"What kind of things did you two do together?"

"I gave him head and then mostly missionary. I never climax with just penetration. I usually finished myself off after he went to sleep."

"Vibrator? Toys? Fingers? How did you finish off?"

"Fingers, I've never had a vibrator."

"Did he give you oral also?"

"I get very wet, he did not like that."

"Do you really squirt?"

"Sometimes with my fingers, I can soak the bed."

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm talking so freely to you. I've never told anyone these things."

"We need to learn about each other and work through this decision. From my standpoint, you are perfect and exciting. You would be exposed to a lot in three weeks with me and I would push your limits. I would never hurt you, force you and I do understand the word "No." I am curious about you. Would you fantasize? Bring ideas to our times together? Be verbally open about what you like and don't like? Would you want to please me? My brains are in my hands and mouth. I would enjoy making love with you if you could relax and if that is what you wanted. Think, if you want to give three weeks of your life to travel, fun, food and sex with a naughty man."

She shivered just a little and squirmed in her seat. So I played.

"Let me help you with your thoughts about me." I scooted closer and lowered my voice to a whisper. "No inch of your body will be off limits to my touches and kisses. I will have you bathe in just water so the scent and taste of your body will not be hidden from me. Sometimes I will tease you and keep you on the edge before I let you cum. I will like to watch you. Watch you masturbate or be on top while you use me for your pleasure. Sometimes you will drive me wild and I'll use my strength to take you. At night we might get carried away and fall off the bed. In the morning, I might fuck you from behind while you brush your teeth."

Tina's breath was ragged and her eyes were a glazed while her imagination followed my words of fantasy. She was not used to such talk but was really into it.

"Before we return, I hope I can make you to cum from just my whispered words while we dance in the bar. I will want you to get so wet that you run down your legs and the other couples look at us and wonder."

"Damn, you have to quit. I'm almost there now."

"We are the only ones on the patio. Why quit?"

"Someone will see."

"Who cares? We are grown up. We can do what we want. How wet are you?"

"Soaked."

"May I check?"

"Here? Now?"

"Yes." I did not wait for an answer. The small table was not much of an obstacle as I slipped closer. At first she closed her legs when I touched the inside of her thigh but then she opened them and I slipped my hand into the ever warmer, more humid region.

"Tina, in my listing, I told you I was oral. If you squirt when you cum I will want to drink from your body and keep kissing to see if you will cum again. I may have to hold you down, because you may be sensitive."

With those words I was more forceful in pushing her legs apart.

"With more kisses to your pussy, you will soon be with me again. I hope you are a noisy lover. I want to hear your pleasure so I will learn to be good for you. I want to hear your encouragement. I want to hear you say that you need me inside of you. I want to hear you scream in climax."

Her eyes were closed and she did not try to keep me from slipping past her panties' legs and pushing a finger between her hot, swollen, slippery lips. She moaned as I nestled a knuckle against her hard protruding clit. I turned my hand over, pushed two fingers into her, curled them to pressure her large g-spot and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her eyes fluttered.

"Don't you dare open your eyes. Just feel my hand on your pussy. This is to help you decide if you would like to be with me for a while." I never stopped my gentle thrusts. She moaned and recoiled.

"Don't pull away. Scream if you want. I'll pay the waiter to look away. Give me your greatest gift Tina. Let me watch your pleasure. Thrust into my hand and cum for me."

Her breathing was now ragged; she thrust visibly, intentionally causing more pressure on her magic spot. 

"Harder. Please, harder."

My thumb complied. Its circles grew smaller and I was now rubbing directly over her good sized clit. It was almost too much for her but she did not want to stop or change anything. I let her direct. Her sheath contracted around my fingers, her hands clutched the tablecloth, her eyes were closed and she was breathing noisily through her mouth. Every muscle I could see in her face, neck, shoulders and arms tensed. Her face contorted and her body began to tremble.

Tina was right; she was a squirter and a big one. I could her hear juices fizz out and then splatter onto the cobblestones under her chair. She winced, her clit was too sensitive to touch but her hips were still rocking. I moved my thumb and let her use my hand. I extended my fingers and added a third. She gasped, "Yes" and pushed forward driving me deeper. I could see heads peaking out of the restaurant's windows. When she came the second time it started with a long loud growl. She tried to curl up, knocking over some glasses and pushing the flower vase onto the ground. She did not hear the commotion. Her hands grabbed my wrist to hold it still. For several minutes, we sat, my fingers deep and being gently sucked in her womb. Finally, she raised her body off the table. Her blouse was wet and transparent showing her bra. She looked weakly at me and struggled to sit up. With my free hand I used my napkin to clean her face and around her glazed eyes.

Her recovery took at least five minutes. I leaned over, kissed her, licked her lips and then whispered into her ear, "Thank you, sexy lady. Thank you. That was very beautiful."

The more she recovered the more panic I saw in her eyes. Most of the front of her skirt was wet and the back, where she sat, was drenched, still dripping. Her nipples stood proudly rigid under her wet cold bra. She began to blush and look for something to cover herself.

"You are with me today, Tina. When we leave you will walk tall, strut, showing that you are proud and satisfied, that you have pleased me and because you are more woman than any who would dare stare at you."

The waiter approached, "Can I get you and the lady anything else, sir?"

"No thank you. Just the check will be fine."

"There won't be a check today. We all thank you both. Come dine with us as often as you like."

Tina blushed at the waiter's words but she did stand tall and proud as I pulled her chair out. She left a wet trail as we walked through the restaurant, her arm locked in mine. A few courteous people applauded her. She blushed brighter and swung her hips. She smelled of sex and now so did the café. None of the men minded. The women wanted what she had.

We did not speak all the way to her car. I took off my coat and put it onto her seat. "My card is in my coat. Call me in the next couple of days, if you decide to risk sailing with an old man. I'm hoping you go with me."

Before I closed her door, I opened her mouth with my hand on her chin and gave her a deep French kiss. She was not used to this. I kissed her and explored her mouth with my tongue. As a last leading gesture, I pulled back, looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Suck." When I kissed her again I pushed my hard, pointed tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked and I moaned in appreciation before pulling my mouth away from hers.

"How do you expect me to live with all the frustration your kiss has left between my legs?" When I stood she could see my discomfort. Her manicured fingers reached out, felt over the length and tried to close around me.

I closed her door, smiled and added, "Call me either way, Tina. You are my choice but if you choose not to go, I have to find a sailing partner."

A Guy Gets Tired of the Games Ch. 02



Over the next week, Tina called me several times with questions but had not decided to cruise with me. She was still feeling me out. Her questions were not important, just an excuse to talk and see if I had turned into an ogre.  I thought about our encounter at the restaurant often. She liked the ideas of sex in public and being watched. It frightened her and challenged her definition of herself.

I called her about ten a.m., "Tina, you have to give me your answer today. We are running out of time."

"My mind is still swirling. I don't know what to do."

"I hope this does not drive you away, but let me be very specific. You know that I am going to show you off. You will have to masturbate for me and be more sexual than you have ever been. You will have to give and take more oral stimulation than you have in your life. If I find a limit, I will push it, but always for fun and pleasure. If you can let go, I think these will be three good memory filled, wild, eye-opening weeks. If you are too afraid to enjoy the trip, the unknowns and the sex, you should stay home."

"Carl what you did to my body at the restaurant was the wildest thing I have ever experienced."

"Will you answer me truthfully?"

She was very hesitant, "Yes, I think so."

"Did you also enjoy knowing that you were in public and being watched? Did you enjoy walking out, displaying yourself to all the people in the restaurant? Did you like hearing that everyone liked watching you cum?"

"That's one of the problems, I did enjoy that. I get wet just thinking about it."

"Well, come sail away with me and let's shock the world and have a great time. You can say "No" to things along the way."

"Can we have dinner tonight? I'll give you my answer then."

"Be specific, where do you want to have dinner? What do you want to do? We have to be equal adults when we talk."

"Carl, I'm still worried that I will disappoint you and ruin your trip."

"Why don't you come over to my house about seven. I'll cook for us. We can talk and have an intimate evening together.  Maybe if we talk some, you will understand that I am already sure that I want to be with you."

"Just fix desert.  I don't need to talk. I need you to make love to me."

"I will make love with you."

Tina was prompt and very nervous. "Here pretty one, have a couple of glasses of wine with me. Talk to me; ask me anything; relax with me. Tell me why you are so afraid of me."

After the first glass she started to open up, "You know what you are doing and I don't."

"Not true. Your body excites me. It knows what it likes and what to do, just don't stop it. We will have to learn to please each other. There is no script or right or wrong. We'll just fumble along, enjoying the moments."

"You felt so big when I touched you."

"I'm a little longer and broader than average, but that definitely will not be a problem."

"I'm not sure............"

"Enough of all this doubt. Bring the wine and come with me." She followed me to my bedroom. She was a little shocked by the décor, the king size bed with metal posts on the corners and metal bars in the headboard and footboard and the erotic pictures.

"Do the pictures bother you?"

"The bondage ones are scary. Are you into that?"

"I'm into fantasies, ideas and pleasing you. Sometimes things go in unexpected directions, if we let them. I want what you want to give me."

"Do you want me to undress?"

"Do you want to undress?"

"I want to undress you and see your body."

I stepped out of my house slippers, stood before her barefooted and said, "Please, be my guest."

Tina's hands trembled as she pulled my polo shirt over my head.  She sized up my chest, my arms, my belly button, neck, shoulders and waist. "That is quite an inspection. Do I meet any of your approvals?"

"Carl your body is much better than I thought ..............." She trailed off. "I didn't mean that to sound...."

"Just tell me what you are thinking. I'm a big boy, I can take it."

"No, I like your hairy chest. I thought your body would look older. Your nipples are standing up."

"They usually do. Touch me if you want. Be a little rough if you want. I will not break."

For several minutes, Tina touched me. Tentatively at first then more aggressively. She rubbed my body, pulled at my chest hair, kissed my arms and neck and then sucked on my nipples. "Lick, twist them a little, bite gently if you want." She liked being given permission and she took full advantage of every license I gave her. When she twisted rather hard I recoiled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It was a little rough for now. Later when I'm turned on more, you can do many times that and I will welcome the abuse."

"Really?"

"You are the same."

"No, I like my breasts treated very gently."

"I'll remember that."

I left her standing and lay back on the bed. "Strip for me Tina. Let me watch you. I want to watch you get nude for me."

She started to say something negative. "Please, I want to see your body. Tease me with it. I know it is beautiful. I already want you. Torture me. Undress slowly and excite me."

"Take your pants off and I will."

I did as she asked and lay back down. My cock was only half hard and laying on my right thigh. The tip already glistened with precum.

"My ex was about five inches long and thin."

"I'm about seven when hard and thick."

"I want to taste you."

"You are magnificent. I would like that.  I've told you how oral I am, but you have not told me about you."

"I haven't wanted to be oral. But I want to give you something that I have not given to anyone before."

That shocked me. She had just touched on the giving theme of a submissive. I pushed that out of my mind. I could not be that lucky. I had not been that lucky for thirty years. Still I tested the waters.

"You may taste my cock, but only for a minute. Then you must show me your body. Touch yourself. Push your fingers deep into your wet pussy and then let me taste them."

Her body shuddered and she took a step toward the bed, sat down and took my cock in both hands. I had seen her shudder before, at the restaurant. I was trying to remember the circumstances while she pulled my partially soft shaft forcing out more slippery drops. She lowered her head and rubbed her mouth around in the slippery wetness and then pushed the head between her lips and sucked. I grew quickly. She pushed my cock to the back of her throat but did not gag. Three inches were still outside her nursing lips.

"I want to take all of you but I don't think I can."

"Put him in as deep as you can, then swallow and push at the same time."

The dark haired darling followed instructions perfectly. Another inch of me slipped into her throat. It surprised her and made me moan in pleasure. Again and again, she repeated her movement. Taking a breath first and then taking an inch into her throat. I arched my hips off the bed extending all the length that I had. This time she pushed harder, she moaned in either pleasure or pain as her throat slid over my shaft to the very base. I felt her move her hand. She was touching her own neck, feeling how far I had penetrated.

"Tina, that is a fantastic feeling. I cannot take much of that. It is intense and tight."

She lifted off me to breathe. Smiled, pleased with her success. Ever so slowly, she slid her throat over my cock again, sensing her power and how she was pleasing me.

I was struggling for control. I held her head gently to still her movements. Her throat was like a tight, well oiled fist twisting around my helmet. 

"If I cum, you will not taste me. I will shoot directly down your throat and into your belly. Please, stop. I do not want to cum yet."

Tina moaned and held my shaft tight in her hands as it emerged from her throat, stringing with saliva and precum. Her control of me had given her confidence.

"Watch me. I want to be naked for you. I want to do what you told me. I want to feed you my juices."

She stripped watching the lust in my eyes grow. She teased me with her breasts. They were beautiful perfectly round small C-cups. The rigid nipples asked me to suck them but she pulled away before I could grab her or get my mouth on her.  Her moves were not those of a practiced graceful pole dancer but they were of a desirable woman who would soon give herself to me. There could be no more beauty than that.

Her skirt disappeared and her light blue panties looked new. The crotch was wet.

"Did you buy those to wear for me tonight?"

"Yes, they are for you."

"Take them off and give them to me."

I took my treasure from her fingers and brought them to my nose and inhaled. Her eyes did not blink. I licked at the gusset and moaned. "Tina, bring me the real thing. Straddle my head and let me lick her."

She faced the headboard, hesitated but then stepped across my face and lowered her neatly trimmed, wet, swollen lips to me. Her thin ass cheeks were spread wide and I could not resist licking her tight pucker when I saw it. She froze only a moment.  Opened for my wiggling tongue and then continued down. I kept my left hand over my head and my right along my body. I spread her pussy, exposing her hard clit with the fingers on my left hand. As she lowered herself, I slipped my right index finger into her to press on her g-spot. She gasped and I began to lick, kiss and suck at her protective lips. She was thrusting and groaning before I ever licked her clit. I just used my finger inside her and waited. A small climax rewarded my taste buds with a little trickle of the nectar that would soon flow more freely from her. I drank what she offered and started to gently suck her pearl. Her thrusts were long and hard. It took me a few tries not to be pushed away and lose contact with what I wanted.  Her weight shifted and I looked up.

She had leaned forward and grabbed the headboard for leverage to grind her cunt into my face .  Except for a stray moan or two she had been quiet. In a near whisper she said, "Yes, suck me."

I pulled my face away from her for just a moment. "That's it, Tina. Tell me what you want. Tell me loud and naughty. Let the neighbors hear."

"Suck me. NO, harder. Suck my clit harder."

I licked and sucked but waited for more instructions. I knew this was not all she wanted.

It did not take long for prim and proper, Tina, to show her colors. "Another finger. Fuck me. Harder, you son of a bitch. Fuck me, suck me, make me cum." Within a minute she screamed like a cowboy, "Yieeeeeee!!!!" and flooded my face, my mouth, my hair and the pillow under my head.  I drank what I could but it was spraying all about.

She slowed her movements. I think because she thought it was the right thing to do. She had so much more to experience.

"Slide down and put me inside of you."

"It won't fit."

"Shut-up and do what you are told." I expected a negative reaction to that, but I did not get one. She slid down leaving a wet trail through the hair on my chest, belly and above my cock. She had to put one foot on the bed to lift her hips to align my cock. When she lowered her knee back to the bed, more of me stretched into her than she expected. She expected pain. She sat very still; her hands and arms were still shaking from her climax.

"Push again, Tina." She did not move. "Tina, push, take me into your belly. Give me your body."

She thrust and all except an inch disappeared. I felt her fingers spread around her slit and my cock, measuring her progress. The tip of my dick nudged her cervix. She started to push again.

I held her hips tight. "Wait a moment. Your body will open for me. Wait, be very still, feel your cunt open and invite me in deeper. Deeper, so she can suck me and pull the cum out of my balls. Deeper, because she wants to taste my sperm and deeper, so she can fly."

Tina liked the dirty talk. She had never heard such things but she wanted to experience it all.  I could feel her body opening. She made tiny hip movements, searching for any pain. She wanted some pain. She thrust sooner than I thought she would and groaned as my cock tried to penetrate her inner cavity. Her cervix moved to one side licking along my helmet. I watched. It was like her first time. She learned to lift almost off my cock, slide down so the shaft raked across her clit and the tip of my cock punched at her g-spot. About every third thrust she would take me too deep and wince but she would do it again.

I lay back and watched her. In time, she remembered me, opened her eyes and looked questioningly at me.

"Grab hold, use my body. I want to watch you. Do what you want with me. Give my cock a good tour of your womb. Find every magic spot. Fuck me, Tina. Fuck me for your pleasure."

She went wild. The show was wonderful. She was so wet, there was not enough friction for me to cum. But I really did not want to. I wanted to see what she would do.

Tina needed something to hold on to. The fingers on each of her hands closed over my nipples and grasped tightly. Her eyes rolled back so only the whites showed. Saliva oozed from the right corner of her mouth and strung down to my belly. She started to say, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" in time with her thrusts. I saw her neck tighten first, her belly tighten second. Her fingernails dug painfully into the skin around my nipples. I did not move to help her or stop her.

"Do it Tina. Fuck me so hard you pull my cock off. Fly for me, Tina.  Let your cunt suck the cum out of my balls. Take what you want."

I felt pressure inside of her. It was a new feeling for me. The pressure built as her face contorted in the real pain of near release. Liquid began to flow out of her around my cock and she screamed loud enough to startle me and leave my ears ringing. She did not hear anything. She was ridding wildly, loosing coordination but unable to stop, still saying, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."

She went from one orgasm directly into another. Again she squirted around my cock as it pressed into her magic spot.

I was not prepared when she collapsed on me. Her body came crashing down. Our heads banged together. She was deathly still for about a minute. I pulled her hands out from between us, turned her head onto my shoulder, held her and waited.

With a major start, Tina, jumped in my arms, waking from her faint. I hugged her tightly. "You are alright pretty one. Rest with me. Enjoy."

My cock was still throbbing inside of her but slowing because it was not being stimulated. I thought of how I would use her for my release. That kept me hard. There were so many options.  In a few minutes, she said, "You did not cum."

"No, my lovely, I did not. But I am going to take you and cum inside you. I will use you for my pleasure and you will freely give me your pussy and your body."

"I want that. I want to feel you take me and feel you cum inside me."

I rolled us over, spread her legs with mine and spread her arms wide to her sides on the big bed. I was holding my weight on my extended arms looking down at her. We only touched where my cock was buried in her belly. "Grab the sheet with your hands." I watched her comply. "Your legs are bound to the foot of the bed. Try to move them." She struggled, knowing I was right, they were bound. I pulled the tip of the sheet over her eyes, "You are blindfolded and cannot see. You are helpless."

Tina tested her imaginary bindings. In her struggles her hips rolled from side to side and the base of my cock ground into her clit. She struggled again and whimpered. 

"Give up little girl. You are helpless. I am going to have my way with you. I am going to fuck you for my pleasure."

My words touched her; her hips tipped upward, sucking my cock in just a little farther. She had trained me well. I knew just how to pull out, drag my shaft across her clit, punish her g-spot and nudge at her cervix. I set up a steady rhythm. She struggled, pulled at her bindings and fought against her pleasure. It would not be right to enjoy such forced abuse too quickly. I thrust; I changed pace; I pounded, jarring her entire body off the bed. She resisted me.

"Yes, Tina, fight me. Even if you do, I'll fill your belly with cum and have my way with you. You'll feel my juices flowing down your legs for days."

I lowered my body onto my elbows over her. Thrust harder, grinding into her clit and began to roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. With every five or so thrust I tightened my grip on her nipples and punished her clit even more with the base of my dick.  She was hanging there hoping that I knew what she needed to cum one more time.

I pulled almost out of her, "Inhale, Tina." She inhaled, I exhaled filling her lungs with my hot breath, I thrust harder than before and squeezed her nipples very hard. She screamed into my mouth and I continued to pound into her cunt. It had little to squirt this time but it was in full spasm - sucking, biting and chewing my cock. I let up on her nipples. She relaxed and I squeezed again. She screamed again.

It was my turn. I loudly announced, "I'm cuming; I'm filling your cunt up." My body arched; I vaguely knew that I was still squeezing her nipples, as all the cum, all the blood, all the breath and all my soul pumped from my cock into her welcoming body."

With my last few thrust I realized I was fucking a corpse; Tina had passed out again. It did not slow me down. I kept thrusting long after I had anything to pump into her and long after my cock was so sensitive that every thrust hurt wonderfully.

I too collapsed. All my weight pressing my momentarily dead lover into the wet pillow and sheets.  With my last energy, I covered us with whatever I could grab. I have no idea how much time passed.

I awoke to Tina, kissing me and her tears dropping onto my face.

"Are you OK, Tina? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm sore but I am much better than OK. I understand now. I understand what my girlfriends said was so good. Thank you."

"Shhhhh. Lay with me. Sleep with me. Decide if you are going to cruise with me."

The last thing I remember was Tina stroking my dead cock and saying, "I'll gladly go anywhere you want and do anything you ask." 



A Guy Gets Tired of the Games Ch. 03



I awoke about six a.m. to Tina trying to sneak out of bed and head to the bathroom. She was trying not to wake me. I listened to the toilet flush and then drawers open and close as she looked for a toothbrush. When I heard the water running in the sink and her brushing away, I snuck in behind her, pressed my piss hard between her legs and began to suck kisses from her neck and back. For leverage my hands went around her and cupped her breasts.

"You even get close to my nipples and I'll pull your dick off. Do you have any idea how much they hurt today?"

"Turn around and let me kiss them to make them all better."

She didn't turn around but her hand reached down between her legs and worked my rock hard shaft between her swollen pussy's lips and rubbed my cock's head tightly against her clit. In between brushes and spits, she said, "Please don't move, I like you right where you are."

I pulled back just a little and pushed half way into her. "You smell like a well fucked woman."

"It will all wash off later. Fuck me some more right now."

She braced herself against the vanity, her mouth was foamy and the cheeks of her ass jiggled when I slapped into them. She experimented with angles and found one she liked, on her elbows and trusting back into me. Tina liked watching our reflection. Her breasts bounced and she cupped them. Her eyes closed, her breathing quickened and she spread wider so I would go deeper. I wet the thumb of my right hand in our combined juices and then pressed it against the beautiful pucker. It had been winking at me. She pushed back harder and was pulling and squeezing her nipples.

This was for me. I needed to take her, control her and pump my sperm into her. Long hard, noisy thrusts jarred her into the mirror. Her asshole clamped on my thumb and she began to climb toward a morning release.

"Wait on me Tina. Cum with me."

"I don't think I can wait."

I slapped her ass hard, her eyes sprung open. I slapped her ass again and pushed my thumb as deep as it would go stretching her, adding a little pain. I never stopped thrusting. Her eyes just closed slowly again. Her cunt clamped down and she moaned.

"Don't cum yet."

I slapped her ass again, pinched her and thrust even harder. She wanted to please me. Sweat popped out of the pores on her forehead, she was whimpering and her arms shook, searching for control. I counted a dozen more thrusts and then loudly ordered, "Now, Tina. Cum for me now."

Her body growled, trembled and sucked. She drove her cunt back into me and screamed "Yes!" She wet down her legs and mine onto the small gray rug. She was barely over the top when I told her, "Turn around, sit on the vanity."

She spun almost taking my dick with her, sat on the sink and spread wide for me, putting one leg on the top of the sink and the other on the toilet. I was back in her thrusting. "Rub your clit, make her cum again."

"She is so sensitive. I don't know, if I can."

I closed the fingers of my right hand on her left nipple and squeezed lightly. "You will cum for me again."

Her dreamy answer echoed off the hard walls, "Yes, I will cum for you."

When Tina got close, I was losing control. "Watch me, cum inside you."

She tried. I saw her eyes first on my face, then watch our bodies thrust together, then move back to my face again. I do not know what she did then because I lost it and began pumping into her welcoming body. I leaned forward for support. She bit my shoulder but I did not care. She was biting and moaning into base of my neck when we both collapsed into each other.

I kissed and tasted her salty skin until my cock shrunk and slipped out spilling our combined offerings onto the granite counter top.

We were sweaty and dirty. A shower was the only good choice. The water was cool against our hot skin as we kissed and fondled each other, to show our morning appreciation. I knelt in front of her and pressed my face just below her belly button.

Tina quickly announced, "I forgot to pee before I got into the shower."

I lifted one of her legs to rest on the side of the shower and said, "Go ahead, pee for me."

"Pee on you?"

I reached up and squeezed her clit lightly in mock threat.

Tina's eyes sparkled in naughty, forbidden delight. A tentative hot squirt splattered onto my chest and ran down trickling off my cock and balls. She liked what she had done. Her hot piss gushed onto my neck, providing a wonderful contrast to the cooler shower water. I slipped a finger into her and thrust gently while she worked to drain her bladder. I leaned forward and sucked at her outer lips and licked up to her clit. I could taste my cum, her cum, fresh and old mixed with a watered down urine. She pulled me back up and kissed me, sharing.

"I need to pee too."

Tina knelt, held her breast out and said, "Do it here first." She too liked the hot versus cooler water.

"Stop. Now, pee here."

She sat down in the bottom of the shower and spread her pussy wide and forcing her clit to stand proud. My aim was near perfect but a little adjustment had the hot stream hitting directly on her clit and splattering on her belly and thighs. I trailed the acrid stream upward to hit her rigid nipples and then run down her body into the drain.

Tina's eyes closed and the fingers of her right hand flew across her clit. In seconds she was cuming hard with my piss still thumping into her chest.

I knelt down and took her in my arms and held her until she returned to me. When her eyes opened they were sparkling and puzzled.

"Don't think, don't judge, just enjoy."

We washed each other. Every inch of each other. Inside and out. Enjoying the slippery, soapy feel. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other. We snuggled back in the bed for half an hour and then decided breakfast was in order. Before we left the bedroom, Tina, said, "Carl, on this trip, I want to do everything with you that I have never done. I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to taste you and swallow you. I want you to fuck my ass."

"Where I lead you will follow? You will not judge?"

"Will it be like this morning?"

"Yes, because of your willingness, your trust, your beauty and your mind."

"Will it hurt?"

"Sometimes, but that is to make the pleasure even greater."

I doubted that she understood how complicated what I had said was, but she would learn. Her body had so much to show her. She had so much pleasure to discover.

 ---------------- A week later we flew from Portland to Los Angeles, took the courtesy bus to the HAL terminal and were settled in the cabin by three p.m. Tina was like an excited young school girl, wishing the shops were already open, wondering if she would get seasick, wanting to take every tour and be everywhere at once. The more excited she got the more I wanted to kiss her and be a part of her excitement. That evening we ate at the abbreviated buffet, took a late tour of the ship and went to a "Welcome" cocktail party for frequent cruisers. Late, in the cabin, she tried to watch the welcoming video on the ship's channel describing the events for the next day but she fell asleep in my arms. She hardly stirred until it was time for breakfast.

I did a few things with Tina that first day at sea but I knew the ship and needed to catch up on some writing. She beamed when I presented her with a ship's credit card, told her when and where to meet me and sent her on her way. She was an expert on the ship when we met in the cabin to bathe and dress for the second dinner seating. After dinner we went to one of the many cozy late bars to dance, talk and play. After about an hour we were both settling down to be ourselves.

"So did you have a fun first day?"

"God, yes, it was a blast. I'm looking forward to every stop. Are we going to take any of the tours?"

"Pick out whatever you want to do. I want to visit the Bacardi factory this trip, dive at least once on the Caribbean side and do one island tour. I know the Mexican side quite well. You choose and we'll try to do all you want."

We danced and drank. She was starting to get a little buzz. She nuzzled her face into my neck and sucked leaving wet spots. She teased me even more by pressing her hot soft belly into my ever more interested cock. We returned to our small table, to sit and rest for a couple of dances.

"These people would be very turned on if they knew how hot my beautiful, sexy female dance partner is. I bet the men have been watching you rub your body on me and wondering if they can get their cocks up tonight. I bet their wives are wishing they could climax and squirt like you can."

"They don't even know we are here."

"Yes, they do and I can prove it to you."

"How?"

"Are you game or chicken tonight?"

"With a big cocked man to protect me and all the booze you have poured down me, I'm game and horny."

"OK, then, reach under your dress, remove your panties and hand them to me."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. You said you would do what I asked and you wanted to experience new things."

Tina was very self-conscious and tried to hide what she was doing. I moved a couple of chairs away so she would be visible to the entire bar. There were about ten couples, the piano player, two waitresses, a bartender and two women sitting together. She just looked at me.

"Just as I thought. In public you are a chicken."

Tina's eyes locked on mine. Her jaw set. She stood reached under her dress, slipped her panties down, stepped out of them, handed them to me under the table and sat back down. It only took seconds but a few people saw and were now watching her and passing the word around. Tina's face and neck flushed red. She held her knees tightly together and leaned toward me for protection. Spiders are poor protection for flies.

I stood, held my hand out to her and said, "Please dance with me."

She looked relieved, took my hand and stood to go with me. I pulled out her black silk panties, shook them to catch everyone's attention, brought them to my nose, inhaled for all to see and then dropped them in the middle of our table. They stood tall in a peak with the legs wide. No one could mistake what they were. 

While we danced, Tina folded tightly into my arms and her body was hotter and more pliable than before. Every eye watched her. I dipped her to the side so her legs had to open and press her crotch to my hip. She was watching her audience now and exaggerated her movements.

"Are you going to give everyone a show?"

"If they like it fine. I'm going to give you the biggest hardon you have ever had and let you walk around with it tenting your slacks."

"I'll walk around pointing it at you."

She smiled broadly, "You are impossible. Don't you get embarrassed?"

"Not when I am as horny as I am for you."

We danced and pressed our bodies against each other. I rubbed her ass and cupped her breast, almost discretely. Tina let her hand trail down my chest and linger over my cock then took my hand and used it to turn herself gracefully.

She did what she said. I was hard, uncomfortable and showing. After three dances we returned to our table. The couple at the table two spaces from ours were my age; they watched us intently but were sitting far away from each other. They were lean and fit but had been married too long to easily remember passion. As we went by the fellow spoke, "She is very pretty, take care of her tonight."

I replied loud enough for his wife to hear, "I will. You will hear her scream throughout the ship. Your lady is hot and desirable too. I bet she is wet. Does she have the guts to put her panties on the table?"

His wife glared at me. This was not proper Sunday School deportment. "How about it pretty lady? Too proper? Too old? Forgot how to turn on your man?"

"Your lady might be good but I can turn my guy inside and out."

"All talk. Prove it."

She stood, reached under her dress, pulled down and stepped out of her panties. I reached out and she handed them to me, proving me wrong. I in turn handed them to Tina, "Check them. Is she as hot and wet as she says or is she all talk?"

Again my lady surprised me, She took the panties, felt them, touched them to her nose and lips and said rather loudly, "Her husband will be late for breakfast tomorrow." Laughter rippled around the room and the woman's husband thrust out his chest noticeably. I took the woman's panties from Tina, held them above their table and dropped them. I addressed the man of the table, "You wife has paid the dance floor admission, please dance with your lady and I'll dance with mine."

One couple left, offended. By the end of the second dance there were four pair of panties proudly displayed on the tops of the small tables. Tina beamed, danced more freely and had me so hard pressing into me with her soft belly, that I was struggling not to cum in my pants. As one dance ended, our female victim tapped Tina on the back, "Do you allow him to dance with other women?"

"Turn him on, but send him back to me. I'll need him later tonight."

As I started to dance properly with my new partner, she wrapped my arms around her waist and hers around me. She pulled me close and tipped her hips against me in time with the old Nat King Cole make-out song from the sixties. "Damn, I feel what your red head wants tonight."

"Thank you kind lady. Do not fret. Your guy is dancing with her now. He'll be cutting diamonds with his dick by the time the song ends."

She gasped at my improper language. Half way through the song she lead for a few steps turning us to hide that her arm slipped from my waist and her hand grabbed my cock, squeezing it in time with the songs slow beat.

"Sexy lady, you are cheating. I can't hide what I want to do with you."

"What would you do?"

I thrust my cock into her hand, held her tight and whispered to her, "I would reach under your dress and bring my fingers up to the lips of your pussy. I would open her with my thumb and middle finger and push my index finger into you. I would put my thumb on your clit. Then we would dance and spin and dip. We would go song after song until your body opened and begged for another finger. Your juices would run down your thighs and into the crack of your lovely ass." 

She whimpered against my neck. I tilted my head more so that the hot, wet breath from my quiet whispers would tease and tickle into her ear. "I would thrust into you until you came. Your knees would be weak and I would be holding half your weight on my fingers curled in your cunt." 

I turned her so I could roll a nipple between my thumb and fingers. "I would announce that you feel faint and usher your to the table and pull you down onto my lap. While everyone watched me dab at your brow with a cool cloth, I would tell you, "Take out my cock and slip it into your cunt." We would sit for a while, rocking, waiting for you to struggle to cum quietly and then cover for me when my body throbbed and my cock pumped deep into your womb."

My dance partner's body trembled. Her breath was ragged. Her body needed support. She slobbered on my neck. I helped her back to sit at the table with her husband. He had returned one song ago but was blushing when I returned his wife.

"Alice, are you all right."

I answered for her, "She felt faint. We spun too much dancing. I thought I was going to have to sit down and hold her until her dizziness passed. She is feeling better now."

Alice's eyes opened and she looked far away but she smiled knowingly at my reference to her sitting in my lap."

I went back to Tina, "Shall we call it a night and head back to the cabin?"

"Yes, I've had enough dancing for one evening."

Several pairs of eyes were following our every move. I picked up Tina's panties and stuffed them into my suit jacket's pocket and pulled them out just a little to show like a handkerchief. I gathered up our stuff, put my arm around Tina and announced to the room, "Good night Ladies and Gentlemen, now I must try to live up to all my teasing. I hope I am alive to see you all at breakfast."

The room burst into laughter, Tina pulled me along for a moment with my crotch and we headed toward our cabin two floors above.

As we started walking through the ship, I asked her, "Were you mean to the nice man."

"That 'nice man' had a hard on and kept pushing it into my thigh."

"He must be a wonderful judge of beautiful women."

"What happened to his wife?"

"I told her a story and it was too naughty for her. She was pretending to be offended."

"She certainly did not look offended."

While we waited for the elevator, I asked her, "Did you enjoy being naughty for the people tonight?"

"I'm too hot to talk. Just fuck me now. Fuck me in the elevator."

When we got inside, I hit the "Stop" button after the door closed. Tina lifted her skirt and spread her legs lewdly. Her pussy was open, red, wet and swollen. I took out my cock, she grabbed it, pulled it between her pussy's lips and we thrust in perfect time. I was buried in her cunt. The elevator was lined in mirrors; she glanced from one to the other while I thrust into her pressing her naked ass into the cold glass. I am taller than Tina. My cock raked hard against her clit on every in an out stroke. She grabbed for the support bars, arched out to take me deeper and demand that I drive her back into the mirror over and over again.

"Carl, I'm going to cum."

"When you do smile at the corner above the buttons. There is a camera there."

"Oh, My God. Oh, My God. You didn't tell me. You ass. Fuck me. Fuck me. I'm cuming."

She came long and hard. Her legs quit supporting her and she began to slide down the mirrored walls. I had not cum. My rigid cock sprung free, slinging her wetness. My slacks, the mirrors and the carpet would have to be cleaned. True to form, Tina had wet them. I propped her against the wall, knelt and licked her pussy a couple of times before I stuffed my dick back into my slacks and dis-engaged the "Stop" button. Tina could barely walk, so I carried her the last twenty feet to our cabin's door.

For the next twenty minutes, we were like two teenagers in the back of a chevy at the drive in. She tore at my clothes and I tore at hers. I took her hard and fast and that is exactly how she wanted it. I tried to drive my dick through her body and she kept ordering me to do her harder. When I arched and started pumping my sperm into her, her body sucked and she screamed in her own climax. The alcohol we had consumed caught up with us when she was half on top of me with my cock still draining into a puddle at the mouth of her cervix. The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning, with our skin stuck together and my morning wood inside my lovely. 

She smiled at me, "Good morning."

"I'm falling in love with you. But if you don't get off me now I'm going to fill your pussy up. I really have to go."

Tina's shocked look was a puzzle. Was it because I said I was falling in love with her or was it because I said I was about to pee inside of her? It was too deep a question for her to consider this early or for me to explain. We bathed separately, straightened up our mess, headed out for breakfast and to face a bright new naughty day.

I saw our Pilipino porter on the way out, "Please leave us an extra set of sheets. They keep getting wet."

"I understand Mr. Payton. Maybe some extra towels too?"

Tina hit me in the arm and the porter snickered.