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Hot 'n' Wet Ch. 01

By: Dragonlipz



These are some of Marilyn's adventures when she was young and wild. She's a petite, average looking blonde with a pair of tits like casaba melons -- high, round, and firm on her chest. Her ass is tight and fine, but her best feature by far is that superb rack. She gets her share (and more) of male attention which is the biggest problem she has. Rather, her libido is the biggest problem she has. She's always enjoyed sex, perhaps too much, but she's never had too much sex, not yet. She's a twenty-three year old college dropout who fucked her way through the first five semesters finally flunking out in the sixth. She's promised herself that she'll go back some day but that won't be anytime soon. She has an apartment and a car payment. Not to mention a cell phone, girl stuff, clothes and partying to fund. 

The past couple of years she's been trying to deal with her 'problem' -- a hot clit and an imagination to go along with it! She'd like to find a nice guy, settle down, live right, all that but there's that sex drive to deal with: She hasn't found a man yet who could take charge of her coochie and she wasn't sure that she would. The urge was just too powerful. She'd heard the old joke that men think about sex every five minutes and women every six, she wished it were true. She couldn't go two days without a hot fuck; scratch that, she hadn't gone a day without sex for the past four years! Some days it was only four sessions with the vibrator but it was sex, nonetheless. Even if she did get a good, hot one there was no guarantee that she wouldn't be plugging that damned thing in later. She talked to her mom about it after she left school and, although she was sympathetic, she told Marilyn:

"Just wait. It gets worse." She laughed, but she was only half kidding. "It's a curse that women in our family have to live with. I thought that it would 'go away' when I got into my forties but ask your Grandma -- she's still whoring around even though she's past sixty. She's just lucky that Grandpa is such a good, understanding man. I wish that your dad could have been just a little more sympathetic with me, but..." She trailed off. Her parents had been divorced nearly ten years and her mother had gone through more than a dozen boy friends and live-ins. That's just the ones that Marilyn knew about, she was sure that there were more -- her mom was an older version of herself, slim-hips and big-tits. She hugged Marilyn then and said, "You just have to find the right man who can handle you or your appetites. In the meantime, be safe, have fun, and enjoy being a woman. It's a great gift." 

It wasn't much consolation. 

She was trying hard to settle into her new job at the country club. The concierge service desk offered very similar services as the luxury hotel that she'd just left but the Whitewater Creek Country Club was much smaller and more intimate than the Marbury. The Whitewater was just as elegant, perhaps more so, than the Marbury. 

She hoped that she'd be able to restrain her horny self in this place. She didn't need to get into the same situation that got her 'transferred' from the Marbury. The different atmosphere helped, but this place was full of handsome, successful, older men who were active and very sexy. This was their environment. They came here to relax and play. So did their wives and families. That was one factor that helped restrain her but not much. It only made the men seem more attractive. They were friendly enough and that was natural but she couldn't help getting all hot and wet when certain ones stopped to chat or make arrangements for activities. So far, none of them had affected her like Roger Marbury had. 

Roger Marbury was the owner of the Marbury hotel where she'd previously worked. She was working the front desk on her first day when she met him:

It had been a fairly busy Sunday afternoon with a bunch of check-ins for the week ahead. The usual stuff but when a tall, older fellow showed up and introduced himself as Roger Marbury (she'd already heard that the owner lived in a penthouse suite) she felt the world around her come to a stop. He welcomed her to the Marbury team and hoped she'd enjoy working there. His eyes and smile dazzled her. He was affable and quite nice looking. She was like a deer caught in headlights; unsure about what was happening, unable to get out of the way. He excused himself and left her standing there mesmerized. Her nipples were tingling. She smelled her hand where they'd touched.

A hand waved in front of her face. It was Colin, the senior desk clerk. 

"Earth to Marilyn, Earth to Marilyn," he teased, "Come in please." 

She blushed, embarrassed. He laughed again. "He's mighty cute for an old guy."

Colin was relaxed, funny and gay; they had hit it off right from the start. He was 'training' her, but the system was user friendly and simplified so she had focused on being attentive and friendly (his advice) to the guests as they checked in or out. He helped her with the unfamiliar stuff. Colin leaned close to her and whispered, "It's a good thing he's straight or I would've thrown myself at him ages ago!" He rolled his eyes.

"Stop it!" She laughed, "Behave!" 

"If you insist," he smirked. "But I saw that 'moment' between the two of you."

"What are you talking about?" Now she was embarrassed. "A 'moment'? Right!"

He shot a predatory glance at her tits and then sniffed the back of his hand while batting his eyes. She narrowed her eyelids and made a mock fist. 

He retreated, saying "At least wait till the end of the shift to beat me up! I'd like to get into something more comfortable."

She shook her head laughing at his antics. She was glad to be working with a man who wasn't interested in fucking her. That was a change of pace. She loved sex but had found out during college that it tended to complicate relationships, especially in the workplace. As the afternoon wore on she thought about Mr. Marbury. She was smitten by the 'moment' that was for sure! She thought about his eyes and smile, his calm, self-assured demeanor, and his touch. It made her wet just thinking about him! So taken by him that she fingered herself in the employee women's washroom during break. It was one of those orgasms that she should've avoided -- no real satisfaction; it just primed her pump. 

She had coffee with Colin after work and found out more about the hotel and Mr. Marbury. He lived in a penthouse suite on the top floor with his trophy wife who 

Was thirty years younger, maybe more, than he was. He was nearly seventy, worked every day with no sign of slowing down. It was rumored that he had a mistress who'd formerly worked at the hotel. She was careful not to ask too much about Mr. Marbury, Colin was her friend but she didn't know him all that well. She wondered if he'd gossip about her. Probably not, he wasn't talking about mean about any of his coworkers. She felt comfortable with his easygoing and kind manner. That was also a change of pace. She was really glad to be working with him for a number of reasons, not the least of which was his orientation. 

He did tell her that the bell captain had taken notice of her. 

"Mark was checking you out as soon as he saw you."

"Really? We only met briefly. I didn't notice."

"Probably not, he was short-handed today and left early. He's got a girl friend but that doesn't stop him from scoring with the girls at work from time to time."

"Colin, really!"

"No, really, he has quite a few opportunities: there's women working the front desk, banquets, housekeeping, maintenance, the restaurant, and the event center." 

"It sounds like you've got them scoped out too." She winked. 

He rubbed his palms together and smiled, "Oh yes! My future conquests!" 

They both laughed. 

She had a serious case of 'the horn' when she got home. She got into bed and turned on the vibrator. She didn't even bother to put it away anymore, not for months. She couldn't stop fantasizing about Mr. Marbury. She wanted him. She needed to touch him and be touched by him. The ten-inch vibrator with the nubby skin was ok but she needed a man! She needed to suck some real meat and taste some cum. Needed to feel his hands and lips on her body. His tongue on her clit, yeah! She woke up in the middle of the night with that damned thing still humming away. She turned it off and wondered how she was going to deal with this libido thing. It wasn't going away and it seemed like it got worse every day. Why was it that men wanted to fuck your lights out for three or four weeks and then decide that the pussy belonged to them? And start neglecting it? She'd tried to explain that to her last couple of boy friends: She needed it hot and hard twice every day, three was better and she wouldn't complain about four! 

She'd only met a couple of guys that horny and they were married. By the time she'd gotten over that fact and realized that they were gonna be boning someone if not her or their wives, she'd lost their phone numbers. She hoped that one of them would call her sometime. She was willing to be a booty call if it could take care of her lil friend.

The next few days at work she got aquainted with quite a few of the men who worked at the Marbury; Mark the bell captain included. She was glad that she was cute, not beautiful. It was easier to make friends with the women and the men found it easier to approach her. All of them were nice to her and she found herself attracted to most of them for one reason or another. She just couldn't get Roger Marbury off her mind. Seeing him every day and knowing that he was 'off-limits' was frustrating. He was so energetic and self-assured. She thought that he liked her, but then, he was a people person so he was going to be more outgoing. She became better friends with Colin and started regularly going out after their shift to have coffee, shop, discuss their lives, 'all the girlie stuff', - as Colin described it. He listened sympathetically to her venting about the hard time she was having finding a man. 

He nodded and said "You think you're the only one having trouble? Try walking on the wild side sometime! Besides, I have to complete with women for the straight and the bi-guys, it's not fair!" He winked and flashed a lascivious grin. 

"Oh you're impossible." She blushed.

"Actually, I'm quite easy. Not nearly as easy as you are, but easy, yes, very easy." 

She laughed and laughed at his silliness. She really liked Colin. He was funny and honest. 

She asked him: "How do you.." She wasn't sure how to ask him about his own needs. There was understanding in his smile.

"Never, ever, at work. Never. Ever. Nada. Zip. Aside from that, It's a jungle out there; so many men, so little time!" 

"I'm serious", she protested.

"So am I. I'm seeing someone right now. He works as a steward on transatlantic flights, so he's gone for a week, maybe more, at a time. He doesn't fool around when he's working overseas and I wait for him." He gave her that mock leer: "I don't have that hot coochie calling to me day and night."

How the hell did he know about that? He'd probably been able to figure it out; they'd talked about her being horny enough. Besides, it was the truth; her lil friend always wanted some attention.

"So what do you do when 'nature calls'? She cocked an eyebrow. 

"I take the problem in hand, of course." He held up both hands and wiggled his fingers. "You know it takes two hands to handle a whopper!"

She sputtered into her coffee; some of it ran out of her nose, as she reacted to his antics. The barista came over and asked if she were all right. 

"I'm fine," she was still laughing at Colin, "could we have a wet rag to wipe up this mess? I'm sorry."

"S'Ok, I'll get it." The barista ducked under the counter to get a bucket and sponge. 

Colin whispered: "What about her? She's hot, and she was checking you out."

Marilyn frowned, "Oh sure."

He looked straight into her eyes: "You'll see. Next round?" 

"You're on." She backed away from the table as the barista came over with a bucket and rag to wipe up the mess. She looked to be about twenty-five, about 5' 8", ink on her right shoulder and a diamond stud in her left nostril. Her hair was black with streaks of blue and red. Her features were regular and pretty. 

Colin said to her, "She does this all the time. I don't know what to do with her."

The girl laughed and flashed Marilyn a smile as she wiped the coffee up. "You could buy her another latte." She was even prettier when she smiled. Marilyn felt the tug of attraction for this sexy woman. She felt like killing Colin when he asked the pretty barista if they could buy her a drink in the Alligator Club down the block. 

"Sure you can, I get off in about a half hour." She winked at Marilyn and rolled her hips as she walked back behind the counter. Colin was smiling slyly at Marilyn. 

"I'll have a Cosmo," he smirked. 

The barista's name was Delia and she joined them at the Alligator. She pounded a shot of tequila, 'It was a long day', then asked Marilyn to dance. The band was playing some funk and Colin winked at her as she followed Delia to the dance floor. Delia led with really dope moves and cued Marilyn when and what to pop. She made her pop those tits a few times. Marilyn could pop one up and the other down, just like the hoochies in the hip hop vids. They had a great time workin' it. The next dance was slow and Delia pulled her close. 

"You had the twins poppin' girl!" Delia's lips touched her ear. She'd worked up a little sweat from the dancing and smelled fine. They wrapped up close and moved together to the music . She put a hand on Marilyn's butt and nuzzled her neck. The blood was flowing to Marilyn's ears and face. Her nipples were stiff from the poppin'; Delia rubbed her own tits against them. She was enjoying this so much she wanted the song to go on for another hour. She kissed the other woman's ear, touched it with her tongue. Delia shivered. Then she gripped Marilyn tighter, bit her earlobe. Marilyn's clit started to send waves of heat through her groin and jolts of electricity to her nipples and brain. 

All of a sudden the song was over. Delia put her arm Marilyn and led her back to the table. Colin was gone and so were their purses. The waitress showed up a moment later with a couple of drinks and told them that the purses were with the bartender.

"Your friend said to have fun but don't be late tomorrow." She winked. 

Marilyn sipped her Cosmo and enjoyed Delia's closeness, the smell and feel of her. This was good, Colin was right. 

Delia kissed her ear and suggested that maybe they should go if Marilyn had to be at work early. 

"One more dance." Marilyn kissed her back. 

Delia lived about five blocks away and Marilyn parked behind her flat. They made out some more in the car. She was ready to get jiggy right in the front seat if Delia wanted, but she broke off and took Marilyn upstairs. 

Her place was small and neat, well kept. She opened a beer and offered one to Marilyn. Marilyn put it aside and took Delia in her arms. 

"Maybe later, right now I want some of this." She kissed her deeply letting her hands roam over the taller woman's body, searching for those special places. Delia did the same to her as they helped each other out of their clothes. Delia pushed her onto the bed and began to explore Marilyn's ripe curves in earnest. She ravished Marilyn, worshipping her tits and licking her clit till Marilyn wrapped her legs around her head and exploded on Delia's face. She rolled the other woman over and went down on her to return the favor. Marilyn tongued and teased the pussy lips and finished her by rolling her tongue, then fucking her clit. She tasted so good! She pulled Marilyn's face hard into her pussy and writhed as she came and came again on Marilyn's tongue. 

Afterward they lay together kissing and tongue wrestling while they fingered each other for what seemed hours and endless orgasms. Marilyn couldn't remember when she'd enjoyed anyone, man or woman, so much. 

Delia's tongue woke up her. She was tasting and teasing her clit. She loved being tongued by this woman. She really knew how to make her hot! She pulled Delia's trimmed bush onto her face and gave that spicy quim some tongue of her own! This was the right way to start the day, no doubt. 

Hot 'n' Wet Ch. 02



From Marilyn's younger, wilder days:

She was nearly late for her shift. Colin winked at her when she arrived.

Her mother had also told her that when it came to sex and opportunity: 'it never rains, but it pours'. The truth of that became obvious a few minutes after starting her shift that morning. Mark, the bell captain, asked her if she'd like to go for a drink after work sometime. He'd been chatting her up so much lately that she was wondering if he'd ever make a move. The conversation had just never taken that turn. 

"Tonight would be fine." She replied. She hoped she hadn't seemed too eager. Last night was great, but she was hungry for a man.

A few minutes later Colin said, "I'm glad you showed some restraint, and didn't just throw yourself at him!" The sarcasm wasn't lost on her. 

She made a face and said: "Well if I'd known that you fancied him I would have told him no. Besides, he's been chatting me up for over a week now." 

"True, he's shown quite a bit of discretion for a change." He smiled and whispered, "I'm burning with jealousy." 

"It shows." 

An hour later Roger Marberry showed up dressed for tennis and asked her to search the register for a particular guest. He looked tanned and fit in his shorts. His smile was dazzling. She was having a hard time concentrating on the screen. She found the name from a few days back. 

"Here he is." She smiled brightly at him.

He picked up the phone. Can you give me his personal cell number, please? The son-of-a-gun is late."

She did as he requested and went on about her tasks while he made his call. She thought about last night again and it gave her that warm feeling. Her lil friend was sated for a change and not sending the 'I need it now!' message every five minutes. She noticed a tall, older man dressed for tennis approaching Roger from behind. He was smiling with a cell phone in his ear. He put a finger to his lips as he snuck up behind Roger. He stopped a few feet away and said: "Are you ready to play or what?"

Roger started, turned, and laughed. He made a mock face at Marilyn. "You could have told me this character was up to his tricks!" 

His friend instantly jumped to her defense: "I'm responsible for that, Rog, I shusshed her when she saw me." He was younger and a little taller than Roger, with a salt and pepper brush cut. She felt her juices flowing in the presence of these older, handsome men. 

Roger introduced her to his friend, "Peter, this is Marilyn Delacroix, Marilyn, meet Peter Bigelow, one of my oldest and most mischievous associates." 

Peter checked her out as he shook her hand, giving it an extra squeeze. "If I'd known that I was going to meet this lovely, I would have been on time!"

"That'll be the day!" Roger laughed.

Something about both of these men flipped her switch. She was going to have to visit the women's room at break, maybe before, for some instant relief. She spent the rest of the morning daydreaming about Peter's hands and his smile. There was just something about older, self-assured, successful men that made her wet. She knew that Peter was just being pleasant with his light banter but he had admired her cleavage just a few moments ago. He was interested. So was Roger for that matter. Day after day she wished she could give him some encouragement. The only things in the way of her doing that were:

1. He was her boss.

2. He lived on the top floor of this hotel, where she worked. 

3. He was married (in her experience that didn't make a lot of difference if a man was interested, and he was)

4. He was her boss. 

She laughed at her predicament, 'Other than incredible odds stacked against me, it's a slam dunk!' The worst part was that her coochie was all worked up again. She was wet and that quim would acquire an aroma. She usually didn't mind (it sure worked on Delia!) but she wasn't completely sure she was going to do it with Mark. Maybe ninety-five percent sure but once he got close, touched her tits, and smelled her pussy there wouldn't be any doubt. She wasn't a total whore, but damned near. When she thought about Delia she got wetter still. She was getting into a state. She probably was going to fuck Mark. 

Julianna Marberry stopped by the front desk and gave her some envelopes and instructions for disposition. She wrote the addresses and instructions down so that she'd get it right. Julianna Marberry was the banquet business manager and part owner of the Marberry. She was a trophy wife for Roger but this woman had ambition, drive and brains to go along with her good looks. She had invested in the Marberry prior to marrying Roger and was the largest shareholder behind him. She looked to be around forty but Colin had told her that she was fifty. She was trim with striking good looks -- piercing blue eyes and black hair. Marilyn wouldn't want to face off against her to contend with her man but she knew for a fact that he did keep a mistress who also worked for Julianna. 

It was a tangled web for sure.

Marilyn looked up and asked, "94409 is the zip code, and to the attention of Robert Sawyer. Is that all?" 

Julianna had been examining Marilyn's cleavage. Her gaze wandered up Marilyn's throat, neck, and face till she made eye contact and said, "That will be fine." She glanced at Marilyn's tits again before she said, "Please take care of that right away, thanks."

"Of course."

She nodded to Colin as she left. He moved next to Marilyn and said, "She was giving you 'that look'. She likes you."

"I guess." She finished with the envelopes and put them in the postage meter that would weigh and stamp them. "I really didn't notice."

He watched Julianna disappear down the hall and continued, "She has a huge appetite, I'm told."

"Yeah, right." Marilyn was a little annoyed at him. "What are you 'told' about me?" 

"That you're a shameless little tramp who's slept with everyone! And you voted republican!" 

She cracked up; he was such a nut case. "I'm going to hurt you."

"When, soon?" He flashed a look of glee. "The sooner the better, I always say!"

She shook her head; she couldn't stay annoyed with him for long. Later, after they finished the room count, he asked her if she'd join himself and Michael at Barclay's -- a restaurant/bistro several blocks from the hotel.

"He's just back after three weeks in Europe and Asia. He's dying to meet you. I should be jealous, we haven't seen each other for three whole weeks and he wants to meet you!" He teased. 

"I'm supposed to have a drink with Mark." She said.

"Well, bring him too. So long as he doesn't hit on Michael."

She went to Barclay's at eight to meet Colin. On the way she got a call from her mom who was feeling restless and wondered if she wanted to hang out? 

'Well, why not?' She thought. It might keep her from making a mistake. She'd promised herself and her mother that she wouldn't fool around anymore at work but here she was meeting a guy who was attached and employed at the hotel. Meeting a guy who worked at the hotel for drinks and a makeout session. 

Her mom was having a drink served when she arrived. There was also a Cosmo for her. 

"I thought you might want to join me."

"Why thank you." She looked around for Colin or Mark. Neither one was there but she did see a very handsome fellow sitting at the end of the bar with a suitcase and a tote bag. He had sky blue eyes and curly black hair. He was wearing an airline uniform. Her mom followed her gaze and lifted her drink to her lips. "Oh, I love a man in uniform." She gave Marilyn a naughty wink. "MMMMM, so fine."

Marilyn took a sip of her drink. "I think that's Michael, Colin's friend. He works for PanAsean Airlines." 

"So he's ____?" MaryJo, her mother, cocked a questioning brow.

"Yes, he is."

MaryJo laughed, "Damn the luck!" She looked around the bar. "Well, there's bound to be at least one straight guy here tonight. I was just hoping for a good-looking one." 

Marilyn mentally shrugged; her mom had just confirmed her suspicion the she was out looking for some. What the hell, so was Marilyn for that matter? Marilyn asked about her mom's latest live-in: "How's Richard?" 

"Out of town on business. He's been gone for over a week. The electric bill's gonna be big!" She smirked. Marilyn wasn't the only one with a vibrator.

Marilyn joined her mother giggling and laughing at her silly joke. Her mother touched Marilyn's hand and nodded to someone standing behind her.

"Someone's having fun tonight." Colin leaned down and kissed Marilyn on the cheek. He introduced Michael to Marilyn and MaryJo, and then Marilyn introduced her mom to Colin and Michael. 

Colin smiled at MaryJo and said: "I've heard so much about you."

"Most of it's true, sad to say." MaryJo joked. "I've heard a lot about you, but Mari didn't tell me how handsome you were." 

"She just wanted to keep me to herself." Colin joked back. Marilyn rolled her eyes. So did Michael. This might be a long night if her mom and Colin hit it off and carried on as they were prone to do. MaryJo was saucy and vivacious as well as cute and stacked. 

"So this is what's been going on while I've been in Europe?" Michael feigned shock and disgust. "I can't leave him alone for ten minutes!"

Marilyn joined in the silliness: "I couldn't help myself. It was his animal attraction." 

Colin nodded "She threw herself at me in a most wanton display." He drew back in mock fear as she fixed him with a hairy eyeball. The table dissolved into general laughter as Mark joined them. Marilyn introduced MaryJo, as Mark was already aquainted with Michael. While Mark ordered a round of drinks MaryJo shot a 'this is more like it' glance at Marilyn. She was going to have to talk to her mom about all this. There was some small talk while they waited for the drinks and Mark, while seated next to Marilyn, was getting an eyeful of MaryJo's cleavage. She could have and occasionally did pass as Marilyn's sister. She was having a fine time joking with Michael and Colin. When the drinks arrived, Marilyn announced that she was going to the washroom. 

"I need to make a trip myself." MaryJo said.

"They're going to make their choices," Michael joked, "Someone's going to be left out!"

"Not likely," MaryJo retorted, "We'll probably need a couple more!" She gave Michael a naughty smile. 

In the washroom Marilyn touched up her lipstick and asked her mother what she thought of Mark. 

"Nice, buff and good-looking; definitely my type. Size nine for sure (her mom loved to discuss a man's shoe size)! I thought he was meeting you?" MaryJo asked. "For drinks and ___?"

"Well, that was the plan, but I think I'd better pass on this one. We work the front desk and the same shift."

MaryJo nodded. "Hold that thought. Remember: 'Never get yer meat where ya make yer bread'. Mark is a good looking young stud but I think you can do just as well -- there's no shortage out there tonight." That was true.

"I did agree to meet him here." Marilyn was hesitant.

"You did meet him here. Have some fun, dance a little, but you don't have to go home with him." She raised her eyebrows. "Or do you?"

"Don't be silly, of course not." 

MaryJo worked on her own makeup and sighed: "The three best looking men in the whole place, two of them are gay and the other is a bad idea." She shook her head. "At least, he is for you, but not for me." 

"Well, Mom, whatever happens -- have fun and don't worry about me." 

"Oh, you know I will, but I want you to ask one of those guys at the next table to dance when we go back." 

"The next table?"

"There's a couple of hotties over there, you might get lucky."

MaryJo was really after it tonight. When she got back to the table she bantered with Colin and Michael about who and how many they'd decided on, told a few jokes and charmed everyone. Marilyn marveled, not for the first time, at MaryJo's relaxed and confident sensuality. She was the life of the party. The music started and MaryJo asked Colin to dance. Marilyn asked Mark. MaryJo was having a great time shaking her ample curves. She danced up next to Marilyn and showed off some of the moves she'd learned from watching the BET videos. This was amusing because they'd watched some of those together. They did a little back and forth stuff just to impress the men. Mark's eyes widened when MaryJo popped the twins! 

They traded partners for the next dance. It was a ballad; Marilyn asked Colin if Michael would be jealous. 

"Only that I'm not paying any attention to him." Colin sniffed. "I'll make it up to him."

"I'll bet you will." She watched her mom move in on Mark. They were dancing slow and close, her head resting on his chest.

Colin whispered. "MaryJo is out there! Look at that hussy. He really doesn't have a chance, does he?" 

"Not really. She's got him in her sights." Marilyn chuckled. "He doesn't have a chance, nor does he have a choice." She sighed, "It's just as well. I don't need to be fucking anyone from work."

Colin stopped dancing and said "What about me?" He was such a nut!

"Well, maybe just you."

She danced with Michael next and then one of the guys at the next table, a short, dark, handsome guy. Ben was his name and he smelled really good. She was getting the first tingles of arousal when the song ended. He was leaving, but he gave her his number -- in case she ever wanted to go out. Well, things were looking up; she might call him this weekend. When she got back to the table Colin told her that Mark and her mom had left. 

"She says that she'll call you later; you know, that might be a record for Mark."

"Not for mom, she can work fast."

Michael laughed: "MaryJo would have to slow down by half to be fast; she's amazing!"

"Look who's talking!" Colin replied. "The master of the 'Come-Fuck-Me Gaze'!" 

Michael gave them a 'Who, moi?' look. Colin wasn't the only witty one in their relationship. Marilyn was laughing at all of it; these two clowning around, her mom taking off with her date, meeting Ben who had to leave, and Peter Bigelow standing there. Peter Bigelow! Tall, suave and handsome was standing next to her, with a big grin on his face. What a surprise! He was wearing an expensive pinstripe suit, a black tie with white polka dots and matching handkerchief.

He looked fantastic. 

"Good evening, may I join you all?" He asked.

"Certainly, Mr. Bigelow, we'd be honored." Colin said. "Isn't that right, Marilyn? Marilyn?" 

She was stunned, seeing him here."Oh, sure. Please have a seat, Mr. Bigelow." 

Dancing with Ben a few minutes ago had given her a tingle of desire. Peter Bigelow's appearance had sent a shock to her brain and then everywhere else -- her nipples were stiffening under her sheer top and a slow, moist burn started in her groin. 

He took the seat opposite her, between Michael and Colin. His eyes were a rich dark brown set in his regular handsome features. She was going to be in daze if he kept staring at her. She looked up his profile earlier; he was a frequent guest at the hotel; always stayed in the northeast corner penthouse -- opposite the Marberry's suite. Successful, handsome, fit, sixty-two, married to a trophy wife (Colin had offered that tidbit of information); he was everything that sent Marilyn over the edge. Peter Bigelow (and others like him -- Roger Marberry for instance) was her type. 

"Please, I'm just 'Peter' tonight. I left 'Mr. Bigelow' in the last meeting." 

Colin introduced Michael to Peter, adding "I think you've already met Miss Delacroix." 

"I met Marilyn just this morning. It's a pleasure to see you again." He smiled.

"Thank you." She smiled back and hoped that he would ask her to dance, but knew that she shouldn't; he was a guest of the hotel, they weren't supposed to mingle with the guests. "The feeling is mutual."

Colin, the instigator, said, "Miss Delacroix was just wondering if anyone would like to dance. Peter?"

"It would be my pleasure to dance with you, Marilyn." He led her onto the dance floor where she moved easily into his arms and the rhythm of the samba. He was a good dancer, she was very impressed. He led her through a few bars when the song ended and a ballad started. She moved closer to him and let him lead her gently. 

He smelled of cologne, cigar smoke, and his own musk. It was intoxicating. She lay her head on his chest and pressed her breasts against his stomach. His cock was resting against her stomach and thickened slowly as she moved against him. He tried to step back (he was a gentleman and barely knew this girl) but she melted into him. Her nipples were poking him; she felt and smelled so fine. He was getting aroused; she knew the effect that she could have on a man. They moved together savoring the moment. When the song was over he took her hand as they walked to the table. She was in a sexual daze. She needed this man. Craved his touch. Her body tingled where it had been in contact with him. She was wet. If she had danced in his arms for another minute she probably would have opened his coat and bit his nipple; she was that aroused. She had wrapped herself up with him in a way that left no doubt about her intentions. 

Her mother was approaching the table as they were sitting down. What the hell?

Marilyn introduced her and they sat down.

MaryJo gave Peter the once-over and then leaned close to Marilyn and whispered: "Honey, I'm sorry, Mark is waiting out front and I need to ask if you have any extra condoms?" She was flushed, her lipstick was smeared, her hair needed brushing and her 'highbeams were on' (as she referred to her hard nipples -- She hadn't wasted any time with Mark! They'd been making out in the parking lot.). "I never carry them anymore since Rick shoots blanks." She glanced in Peter's direction and said, "Nice, definitely doable."

Marilyn chuckled, opened her purse, and discreetly put three Trojans into her mother's bag. 

MaryJo asked, "Do you have any more?"

Marilyn eyes widened. She pulled three more out and asked: "Is this enough?"

"That'll do for starters." She smiled and hugged Marilyn saying, "Thanks, Honey, I'll call ya tomorrow." She winked at the men as she left. 

Peter ordered another round for the table. He spoke to Marilyn who'd moved closer and put her hand on his leg. "Your mother seems nice. I would say that she looks more like your sister or cousin than your mother."

"Yeah, she loves it and I guess when I get to her age I'll be glad to look twenty years younger." 

Colin quipped that MaryJo not only looked but also acted twenty years younger. Marilyn shot him a glance; she didn't want to talk about her mother! Jeez, she just got picked up by a guy half her age; then borrowed some condoms from her daughter who had a date with him in the first place. It would be scandalous if it weren't so funny but she didn't want to talk about it with Peter. Colin and Michael were carrying on about MaryJo, it was good-natured, they really liked her but she was what she was: all woman. 

Peter asked her if she'd like to dance some more? Well, maybe he didn't want to talk about MaryJo's age and behavior either. He was sixty-two, way older than MaryJo, being seduced by a very much younger woman. A much younger woman whose desire was intense; palpable. They finished their drinks, then excused themselves and went out on the darkened dance floor. She pulled him close in a sensuous embrace. He didn't resist; instead he put his hand on her butt, gently squeezing it. His cock was still semi-hard; it felt so good against her. She nuzzled his chest, teasing his nipple, inhaling his smell. Her nipples were harder than ever, rubbing him; exciting them both. She lifted her lips to his. He kissed her slowly drawing her into the moment. Time stopped, her clit throbbed; heat pulsed through the rest of her body. She was dazed, wet, and ready for anything. He tasted so good. When they broke, she pulled his ear to her lips, kissed it, jammed her tongue in it and breathed: "Peter, I need you. I need you to make love to me. Soon. Now."




Hot 'n' Wet Ch. 02



His reply was to hold her and move gently to the provocative beat.

He kissed her gently and asked: "Is that really a good idea?"

What was he asking her? Why didn't he just say: YES! Then fuck her hot and hard! She needed him to fuck her lights out! She was panting, for chrissake! 

She replied, "No Peter, it isn't a good idea, but I need you to Make. Me. Cum. Hard."

His hands caressed her butt and back. She trembled in his embrace. Her clit sent her brain 'Fuck me' messages every half-second.

Arm in arm they left the dance floor and said goodbye to Colin and Michael. While Peter paid the tab, Colin winked at her. Michael rolled his eyes. Then he walked her out to the parking lot. When they got outside, he kissed her deeply then asked her: "Your place or mine?"

"Mine, I can't go to your place. I'll get fired." She said.

"Well, I don't think that you'd be let go, but it might get sticky for you. No, it would get sticky and bad for you. Your place it is, then. Let's take my car."

"I shouldn't leave it here." She pointed to her Toyota. "They might tow it."

"I think it'll be fine. I'll drop you here tomorrow morning." He gave her a squeeze. "OK?" He gave her one of his thousand watt smiles.

"OK." She gave him a smile of her own.

A Cadillac chirped and blinked its lights. The engine started a moment later. They got in and she slid across the bench seat to nestle up to him. 

He put his arm around her and laughed, "I wasn't too happy that there weren't bucket seats on this rental but I see a hidden dividend that I did not anticipate." Then he pulled her close and kissed her. His tongue sent a jolt right through her. She gripped his cock. He teased her nipple and broke the kiss. "Marilyn, I want you, but not right here." 

"I'm sorry, I'm getting carried away. You're making me crazy!"

"That's my intention, let's get to your place first, ok?"

He keyed the direction she gave him into the GPS and pulled out. She continued to stroke him through his trousers. It wasn't too far to her place, but she needed some relief. His hand had found its way to her nipple and his fingers began to explore it. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She trembled and squirmed. She nuzzled his neck and kissed it down to his chest where she bit his nipple through his shirt. She reluctantly pulled her hand off her tit and put it between her legs. He made an appreciative noise. She ran her tongue across the captive nipple. He teased her pussy lips through her panties and she squeezed his cock hard, then harder as the magic took hold of her. She moaned loudly and shuddered. He pushed the panties aside and found her clit, teased it with a light touch. God, what self-control! She took her right nipple in her other hand, pinched it hard. 

"Oh, Peter! That's.." she panted three full breaths. "so good." Her hips bucked against his hand so his finger slid deeper into her cunt. 

"So GODAMMMED GOOD! Fuck me hard, fuck me, yeah!" 

He was working her clit firmly now, each stroke sending waves of heat through her body. She was on the way now; so she worked quickly, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and pulled his hardon out. It was a beauty, her mom was right about the shoe size thing, this guy was a size nine! His man-smell was strong, it made her dizzier, if that were possible! She gripped it at the base as hard as she could. She licked the shaft from balls to head and then sucked half of it down her throat. She was too cock-crazed for teasing; she needed it! She needed it now. Her hips writhed harder and faster as he fingered her lil friend. Her mouth slid up and down his thick shaft as she sucked that tasty treat! 

He took her other tit in his hand and spoke to her as she fucked his finger. 

"You are one hot little handful, you know that?" 

She'd worked herself into a rhythm now, moaning around his cock. 

"You are one hot little bitch." Bingo. She went into overdrive at the sound of his voice. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she groaned. 

"Hot, nasty, little bitch," he grunted. "With a HOT! CUNT! Suck on it, you nasty fuckin' bitch!" She was off the hook now, out of control, off the rails, writhing like she was plugged in! She came and came on his finger. 

"Goddam, you cock-hungry bitch, suck it! Suck it dry!" He'd figured her out quick. She did, workin' that hard cock like it was the only game in town! She shook her head while she sucked harder on the upstroke; which drove him crazier. He groaned and pushed her head all the way down his shaft. 

"Oh yeah, I'm coming! You nasty bitch!"

He fingered her past orgasm and shot a hot gob of spunk down her throat. He pulled it out and the next one hit her in the face. She took him halfway down her throat as he gave up the last shot of spoo..

She worked the last drops up the channel and sucked them. The taste made her feel uninhibited and dizzy. She had goo on her face, in her mouth and down her throat. She'd come like an express train from China and so had he. She was in heaven. Actually, she was in a parked car across the street from her flat. In a parked car across the street from her flat giving a blowjob, as a matter of fact. Jeez, she hoped none her neighbors had seen her skankin' it up! 

"Peter, we should get inside."

He roused himself from wherever he was. "Yes, we should." He kissed her, cum and all, then pulled her close. "That was great, crazy, but great. Thank you." 

She hugged him. "You're most welcome. Are you ready for round two?"



Hot 'n' Wet Ch. 03



The further adventures of Marilyn Delacroix when she was very young, extremely hot, and dripping wet:

She embraced him as soon as they were inside her flat. She didn't even bother to turn on a light. His hands caressed her ass, kneading those firm globes. She sucked on his tongue as she hooked her leg around his, pushed him to the couch, and followed him down. She humped his cock as they savored each other in the dark. He wasn't quite ready for round two but he did push her off and got to his feet. He kissed her some more and started to undress her. She did the same for him, offering her tongue and accepting his as they did a mutual strip tease. He helped her out of her bra and cupped her tits, stroking the nipples with his thumbs. She moaned in his mouth. He was taking her to that place again. He tasted so good, warm and salty. She was on her way to another orgasm. He leaned down and sucked on her nipples. He was making her crazy! He sat on the couch and she humped herself on his leg; he took her nipple gently between his teeth and ran his tongue back and forth across it. 

"Peter, I'm going crazy! I need to..OHHH!" 

He'd slipped a finger into her ass. She trembled and grunted with pleasure. He stood her up with that finger. He was in control, and really knew how to work her. He kissed and licked his way to her groin. He slid off the couch to sit on the floor between her legs. He was gonna put her through her paces, her pussy was on fire with anticipation. It only got hotter when his tongue licked it.

"You have the most amazing pussy! Tastes so fine!" He slipped his tongue between the lips and gently touched her clit. A tremor went through her whole body. She massaged her nipple where he'd bit it and stroked his ear with her other hand. This was the way she liked it -- hot and heavy oral before the fucking. His finger slow stroked her asshole, so hot and nasty! She was so glad she'd brought him home with her. He was really taking care of her coochie. She gripped the back of his head and humped on his tongue. She was sliding off the edge, riding that tongue to that place where she lived! 

"That's so good, Peter, fuck me with that tongue! Yes!" She said. She grunted with each tongue stroke. The eruption was building. He was taking her to that place where she lost track of self; mindless ecstasy awaited her arrival. She was balanced between heaven and hell on his tongue. A wave of pleasure that chilled her core blossomed from his tongue on her clit. Searing heat followed. She grabbed his head with both hands and fucked his face. She fell forward onto his face and the couch, humping away. She came and came some more till she collapsed, spent, on his face.

He slid from underneath her and sat beside her on the couch. He caressed her legs, ass, and back while she trembled and spasmed. Her breathing was ragged, uneven. The tremors gradually stopped a few minutes later. She lay there panting gently. He found a candle on the coffee table and lit it. He lit another. After their session in the dark, the candles highlighted her body in stark relief, accentuating her lush curves. He was nearly ready for another round with her, he was sure that she'd be up to it. Hell, the girl was twenty-two or three and one hot cunt as well. She'd probably let him fuck her all night. It'd been years since he did that. He hoped that he'd be up to it. He loved a challenge and this fine young thing was as much a sexual challenge as he'd ever had. He smelled his finger that he'd used in her ass. It smelled pungent and nasty but not gross. Sort of like her delicious pussy. He sniffed it again. 

"That was amazing." Her voice was soft. She felt wonderful and wanted him to know it. "Thank you."

He kissed her hair. "You're so very welcome. I need to thank you for a memorable evening."

"You're leaving?" She stirred, confused, and started to get up.

"Not unless you want me to." He chuckled. "I just wanted to let you know how special this has been for me." 

She turned to him and the light. "It's been very special for me, too, and I'll be glad to do anything you'd like."

"Anything?" He smiled.

She smiled back, "There's not much I don't like and even less that I won't do. I'm rather uninhibited, if you hadn't noticed, and submissive."

"I noticed that you're one, hot, wild, bitch." He wasn't smiling. She felt his gaze touch her deep. Something was stirring inside her, pulling at her. She saw that his cock was thick and hard again. The head was fleshy and purple, delectable in the candlelight. He was ready for some more. Something deep inside pulled at her, urging her on. All she had to do was reach out..

His hand caught her arm. Where did he learn that look? He was inside her mind. It seemed like he knew her, and how to control her. He pulled her up and kissed her gently. He placed her hand on his swollen meat. "Squeeze it." He said, "Stroke it." She did as he told her. She wanted to please him. He had a beautiful cock and that gaze that unlocked her soul. He was taking her to that secret place were she lived. "Kiss the head, suck on it, hot bitch." He sure knew how to take control; she was a hot little cunt who needed to be used. She maintained eye contact as she leaned over and gave the head a wet lick. The taste of that fleshy, purple treat -- salty candy -- made her crazy. She kissed, sucked and slurped on it with abandon in the flickering light. She loved the taste of this guy. She needed to please him and his cock!

He pulled her off of it and spoke to her. "Now that my cock is good and hard, you need to say 'hello' to it." She was fixed in his sights. "Talk to it, tell it who and what you are: a, nasty, hot, cock-hungry, bitch who's missed it, craved it, loves the taste, needs it's hot, nasty juice. Do you understand?"

In answer her gaze shifted to the tumescent treat she held, the head glistening in the candlelight. 

"Hello, I'm Marilyn." She closed her eyes and touched the head to her cheek. "I'm the whore who sucked you off earlier." She began to rub it slowly over her face. He made a noise deep in his chest, reached down and gripped each of her nipples. She shuddered before she continued: "I love the way you taste and your delicious cum. I'm a cock-loving, cum whore and I can't get enough of you. My cunt is hot 'n' wet and needs to be fucked hard." She licked a drop of precum forming at the hole and went on: "I'm a hot, little, bitch who needs to be used; fucked hard in all my holes and a load of your hot cum in my mouth." 

She took it in her mouth and opened her eyes. She gave him a look of complete adoration. She sucked him hard and stroked him. After a minute of this he said: 

"Lick my balls you nasty bitch." He rolled her nipples sensuously between his fingers. She took his nuts in her hand and licked each one, savoring the tangy flavor and aroma. She took one in her mouth and sucked on it. She was still stroking his cock. "That's good, clean it good." This was so wild and nasty. He'd been stroking her pussy with his big toe, now he slid it in. He was using her, like the whore she was! She made a noise and humped his toe. She loved being used like this, she felt complete. She took the other one into her mouth and sucked on it. His nuts were huge. She could barely get each into her mouth! The taste was intoxicating to her. Damn, she was such a slut! 

"I'm almost ready to fuck that tight pussy of yours." 

She moaned in response, he really had her now! 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, hot bitch?"

She grunted her approval; she had a mouthful of his nut. She was fucking his toe with slow, short strokes, squeezing it at the bottom of the stroke. She'd been caressing his leg with her other hand but now that she was getting close again, she used it to finger his ass. He made a deep noise when she slid it all the way in. She was really close to orgasm; it loomed just on the edge of her consciousness, like a storm. It still took her by surprise when it struck, sweeping her into its maw. She tensed, squirming on his toe, finger jammed up his ass, and nearly sucking his left nut out of the sack. 

He urged her on: "Fuck on it, that's right, hot slut! Ride my toe, suck my nut! Go on! Come hard, bitch!"

She did, bucking on his toe hard with her cunt clenched tight. She panted with every thrust. When her spasms ended, he pulled her finger out of his ass, his toe from her cunt, picked her up, took a candle and carried them to the bedroom.

He set the candle on the dresser; then he laid her down gently on the queen size. Then he kissed and stroked her body all over. She was riding the wave; he had her ready again in no time. He rolled her onto her stomach, spread her legs, and stood between them on the floor. She tingled with anticipation and excitement as he stroked her thighs and butt. 

SMACK!!! Sharp pain and pleasure radiated from where he'd slapped her ass! 

"GET THAT ASS UP!" He commanded. "UP IN THE AIR, BITCH!"

She moved quickly to obey. Her knees were at the edge of the bed and her butt was level with his hard cock, facing him. She could see them both in the dressing mirror opposite her bed. Her clit pulsed. He stroked her ass with his left hand and used his right to rub the cock head on her quim. 

It was gonna be a tight fit with that thing, she groaned thinking about it filling her up. He entered her with deliciously slow strokes, each one just a little further than the last. That thick beauty was her ticket to paradise; she was gonna ride it there. She squirmed on the end of it, clenching it in her cunt; the 'Chinese Squeeze' as her mom called it. This was amazing being used by an older, handsome, man who knew how to use her. Having a ten-inch choad didn't hurt either. Peter was the whole package. He gasped when she put that cunt clench on him. 

"Oh, yeah! This hot bitch can do some tricks, eh?" He was nearly all the way in, still with that steamy rhythm. She squeezed it again. "That's good, slut, squeeze my cock hard." 

He smacked her ass. The thrill from it intensified her grip; he was caught in a cunt vise with her ass wagging. He thrust past that grip and hit bottom. She squealed. The strokes picked up speed now; he gripped both her ass cheeks and pounded on her cunt. Every stroke was heaven! He really knew how to pop that coochie! He had her on the edge of forever, ready to fly. She let go and stepped off. They were both making incoherent noises as she came, babbling and squealing in delight! 

"Talk to me, bitch, tell me what a hot cock slut you are." 

This was unreal; he really was in control of her. 

Panting, she replied: "I'm a cock-hungry bitch and I can't get enough of your nasty cock! Give it to me! Ride me hard! I'm a cum slut!"

He rode her fast, deep, and hard to another orgasm. 

"Here's your reward, hot bitch."

He pulled out at the last second and shoved it in her mouth, feeding her gob after hot gob of that delicious goo. She swished it around her mouth and tongue, savoring every drop as he deposited the last few drops on her face. She had a faraway look in her eyes as she licked his cum from her lips. 

"I'm a fuck-ho and I love the taste of your cum. Please give me every drop."

He nodded, saying, "Go on fucktoy, drain it dry." She ran her nail up the underside for the last couple of drops. 

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply running his hands over her sweaty body. He tasted his fingers and touched her cunt, sniffing his finger and licking that, too. 

"You have the best tasting pussy." He kissed her again. "I could eat it all night."

"Really?" She teased and smirked.

"Really." He wasn't teasing. "You have a hot, tight.."

She stopped him. "Don't go on, not unless you're ready to fuck the living daylights out of me. That master -- ho thing is my particular kink and I love the way you take control of my lil friend, but can we just cuddle and rest? I have a real surprise for you when we wake up. Hmmmm?"

"Well, if you insist."

"I do, it's been a long day and we both have to work in the morning. I do have a surprise for you when we wake."

"Ok, but if nature calls, I might have to wake you first." He nuzzled her. It felt wonderful to have a man in her bed, especially this one. He'd used her just like a whore, giving her a load of jizz in her mouth. Now he was holding her tenderly, enjoying the feel of their bodies together. What wasn't to like about him? While she thought about the previous evening and this hot tryst he started to breathe slow and regular. Men, get a nut, fall asleep. She envied him; this crazy night wouldn't let her sleep. She rolled over and put the vibrator into the nightstand. She wouldn't need it tonight. 

His hard cock sliding between her legs woke her. He'd been cupping her breast in his right hand while he slept but he wasn't asleep now. His finger traced a circle on her aureole. She'd nestled up to him spoon-style earlier and now he could nuzzle her ear and smell her hair. That would have been enough to get her started, but that hard meat from behind sealed the deal. She'd be wet soon. 

He caressed her a few more minutes, it was nice of him but not necessary, she was ready and more than willing! It was so good to be with a man who knew how to take some time, get her up to speed. He pinched her nipple and she gasped. She moved her pussy to ride him. 

"Mmmmm..you feel so good, do you have a condom handy?" He asked, "Mine are in my coat pocket if you don't."

"Sure." She leaned over to the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out. 

"Here."

She wanted to ask what he had in mind but what the hell? She'd find out soon enough. He pulled it out and slid it over his erection. She noted that it was a tight fit. A really tight fit. He probably used Magnums, but she didn't have any. He pulled her close and kissed her. He stroked her body some more and said: "You have an amazing body, every inch is beautiful and delicious." He rolled he onto her stomach and spread her legs, continuing to caress her luscious curves. He kissed her thighs and butt, stroking her butt cleavage. 

"Watching you walk across the lobby the other day have me a major league hard-on and I've wanted to do this ever since." He licked and kissed her ass cheeks.

She thought, "If he smacks my ass, I'll come right now." He didn't, instead, he opened the top drawer of the nightstand, chuckled when he saw the vibrator, and took out the KY tube. He'd seen where she kept the rubbers, so it wasn't a big 'duh' that she kept some other stuff handy. Smart guy, but that was part of the package. The thought of getting her ass filled with his shaft caused her to shiver. She couldn't believe how quickly he had 'learned' her. He squeezed a gob of the KY onto his fingers and applied it to her asshole. He was gonna fuck her in the ass! He was gonna pound her ass with that monster! She'd never let anyone with a cock like that fuck her ass! It was too late to say no to him now and besides, if he wanted to do it, then she wanted to do it more. Sexual attraction had ignited this little party: so she was 'goin' with what she was knowin'; sex was on the menu -- sex was being served. It kind of hurt when he lubed her hole; she made a little noise. 

"Oh, Peter, please be gentle." She whimpered.

"It's going to be alright," he kissed her ear, "I won't hurt you. Much." She shuddered and whined when she heard that. He stroked her hair. "I don't have to if you really don't want to." 

"No, I want you to, I want that choad in my ass!" She hissed. "Fuck my whore ass and make it yours." 

He kissed her ear as he positioned himself. 

He rubbed the head on her asshole, gently spreading it open as he worked it in. It was really too wide for the opening. "Relax, baby, it's gonna be good." She whimpered some more as it filled her ass. He slow stroked it deeper and deeper as he had with her cunt. She was starting to like this. 

"That feels so tight and sweeeeet! Mmmmgh!" He was enjoying this!

"Oh, Peter, fill my ass with that cock; take it!"

He supported himself on his left elbow while he fingered her clit with his right hand. He was giving her the whole shaft now and hitting it faster and harder. She could feel that wild delight building inside of her. He really had her going strong now. He grabbed her tit with his left hand; pinched hard on that nipple! She surrendered to the heat, giving herself to it and him. 

He rode her harder, stroking her clit and fucking ass faster till she came, panting and moaning. She felt another orgasm on the way, inevitable and intense. He made her come again, this one was better than the one before and seemed like it lasted for an hour. 

He pulled out, stood next to the bed, and pulled the condom off. He stroked his shaft and said: "Get some of this. Come on, bitch, now! I'm coming!"

She moved quickly to grab his cock in both hands and stuff it into her mouth. She wanted his cum. She needed to taste it again. She stroked it with one hand and gripped his balls in the other as she sucked that thick treat.

He threw his head back and pinched his nipples; grunting as he shot his rocks.

Marilyn took a wad in her mouth and then smeared the head all over her face as he dropped the rest of the load. She wiped cum off her face with his cock and slurped it off. She was glad he'd worn a rubber, she would have taken it if he hadn't but this was a lot better!

"I love this stuff." She worked a couple of drops to the tip and licked them too. "I'm a cum slut." She licked the head and kissed it. "I love your cum and your cock."

He was entranced. This woman was as nasty and hot a fuck as he'd ever had. She blew his mind and his cock to say the least. She lay down and pulled him with her. He reflected on the past few hours: This was one sensual woman; even wilder and nastier than his hot bitch wife when she was chasing him fifteen years ago. This Marilyn was nowhere near as beautiful as Alana; but had a hot pussy that probably would get them both in trouble if he kept on seeing her. She was one, wild, nasty bitch! He wanted to see her again, just to make sure that this wasn't a fluke. The smell of her pussy made his dick so hard that a cat couldn't scratch it! He pulled her close and they slept. 

She woke a few hours later, checked the time, and decided to get this 'good morning, honey, let's fuck' session started. He normally would be getting up about now to work out. She smiled to herself: he was gonna work out, oh yeah! She hoped he was up to it; she was getting hot just thinking about this position she wanted to use on him. She loved being used and he knew how to work her in ways that she dreamed about; but she needed to show him that her pussy could take control and make him holla! 

She took a few minutes to enjoy having this handsome man in bed. The smell and feel intoxicated and aroused her. The night before with Delia had been thrilling but nothing got her more fired up than a hot man. She was, as mom always said, a man's woman. She untangled herself and slid off the bed to go to the bathroom. Jeez, she was a mess! Good thing she didn't have to be at work early. 

She came round to his side, rolled him onto his back, leaned over, kissed him, then put her tits in his face. He made an appreciative noise and kissed each nipple, gently nipping them. 

She ran her hand down his hard chest and stomach to seize his cock. He buried his face between her tits playing with the nipples. This felt wonderful but she had to maintain control. She pulled away, saying: "That's so nice, but let me try something, ok?" 

"Whatever you want." Yes, indeed, whatever she wanted. This had been a memorable encounter and there was plenty of time for some more fun. He was totally taken by this child. He was nearly forty years her senior but she was teaching him some tricks! Sometimes it was good to be an old dog! 




Hot 'n' Wet Ch. 03



She climbed on top in a sixth-nine position. That fragrant pussy was right in his face. Her tongue was teasing the head of his cock. He shifted till he was underneath those moist, glistening lips, then kissed the inside of her thighs. He gripped both cheeks of her ass and pulled her quim to his face. He licked it and plunged his tongue deep; damn she tasted so good! She trembled at the contact. This was great! He was getting harder by the second while she sucked. She shivered with pleasure. She needed to get off his face and onto his cock before she succumbed to that tongue. Sixty-nine would be mighty fine but she wanted to put that reverse cowgirl on him, make him holla! She reluctantly moved her pussy off his tongue and onto his cock. He grunted in surprise. 

"Easy now, lover, that was just some warm-up, this is the main attraction." She laughed. Straddling him, she eased his thick pole into her warm, moist cunt. "Ooooo, that's so good." She could tell from the appreciative noises he was making that it was just as good for him. She tried to go as slow as possible; there would be plenty of fast action soon. He'd put it to her hot'n'slow the first time, some real longdickin'; she was returning the favor with some interest. He'd kicked it up a notch by talking dirty to her and slapping her ass; she was taking it another notch. 

"It's gonna be lights out." She thought. She put the Chinese-Squeeze on it as she ground her hips lasciviously on his prick. She'd gotten him as hard as he ever been; and he'd been fucked hard before but never with so much intensity! This woman was a force of nature. He moaned as she bottomed out on his cock; gripping and stroking it. Her fine round ass was an inspiration as she humped it up and down the length of his meat. That tight cunt was a rare treat and working him into a frenzy. She bent her legs and rested her feet on his chest. Her toes found his nipples and kneaded them. She bent his legs and pulled his feet together an inch from her face. She rubbed his big toes against each other as she licked them. She took one in her mouth sucking it in rhythm. 

He caressed her legs and ass; amazed at this athletic display. This crazy bitch was fucking him silly! She groaned on his toe. She was fucking them both silly! He took her foot and began kissing her toes, licking and teasing them. She was stroking his cock harder and faster, her ass bouncing with each stroke. She moaned some more, he was glad he wasn't going there by himself! She was really putting it on him. He bit her toe. She bit on his. Her ass was slapping his belly faster and faster, he couldn't hold on, she was taking him there. He gripped her ass but it didn't change her pace, she was going full steam and he was on board till she arrived. 

"Ahhhh, girl, I'm gonna come! Oh Yeah! That's so goddamn good!" He bucked and spasmed as her cunt locked his dick in a vise! He was pumping away at her while she was locked on! She was coming too! It felt like she was gonna tear it off! He was yelling her name as his load erupted into her hot cunt. She squirmed and finished a second later, hollering his name! 

They lay there quietly for a long while, enjoying the moment and each other. He was absorbing this whole situation. What a fantastic night! This woman had seduced him, no doubt about it but why? It seemed that there was some chemistry between them from the get-go but who in hell could tell? He wasn't sure that Alana hadn't played him. Well, truth be told, she had. She'd played him for the 'whole enchilada' as his friend Roger would say. Still, they'd been married fifteen years, had their affairs and little flings without anything serious disrupting their lives. She was a far cry better than most trophy wives he knew about; not great but good; at his age he could settle for good. This girl, though, shouldn't be hitting on guys his age unless _____? The red flag went up: gold-digger! The meeting and action had seemed innocuous enough (as innocuous as picking up a young woman in a bar could be) but she was young enough to be his granddaughter. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, and in great shape, but still sixty-two years old. He chided himself for being too suspicious but resolved to keep his eyes open and not make any promises. He might even 'float a proposal' to her as a test. 

"That was great," she purred as she turned around and slid into his arms. They kissed and she went on, "Thank you so much. This has been great."

He laughed "You're thanking me? I should be and I AM thanking you. It was great being with you." He smiled. "You rocked me, no doubt about it!" 

She nuzzled his neck. "MMMMMM, you're so totally welcome, my pleasure. Maybe we can do this again? Hmmmm?"

"If you'd like." He was wondering where this was going. Best to keep his eyes open. "I have meetings today and tomorrow, and I'm scheduled to leave on Thursday. There's a possibility that I might stay over till Friday or Saturday but my time will be limited."

It was her turn to laugh, "I didn't necessarily mean tonight, silly! Or even tomorrow, I know that you're here on business. That has to come first, but I wouldn't mind coming second." She giggled at her little joke. 

He chuckled, "Well, it does depend on how my meetings go, but yes, certainly, I want to see you again."

"Then let's get you in the shower and on your way. I have to go to work too, you know."

As they showered he cupped her breasts from behind and played with her nipples, pinching one then the other. She leaned into him, surrendering to the pure pleasure that seized her. She loved to fuck in the shower. He turned her around and sucked on them. She was losing control. His cock was responding so she gripped it hard and stroked it on her stomach, then her tits. It got really stiff, the veins bulging. He sat on the ledge, leaned back and let her go down on him in the warm spray. She tongued and sucked his purple knob for a few minutes until she deep-throated him. He teased her pussy lips and played with her nipple as she sucked him in the warm spray. He gasped as she slid a finger up his ass. His finger slid in and began stroking her clit. She sucked harder, moaning, and humping his finger. The reverse cowgirl left her clit so sensitive that it wasn't long before she was groaning and coming on his finger. 

Damn, this guy could take control of her without even trying. Or was she just outa control, making it easy? Right now the question was moot, she had another one on the way, intense and dramatic. It was 'coming from China'.

"Suck it hard, fucktoy, oh, yeah!" He was really getting into it. Her head bobbed faster. She jammed another finger up his ass and worked it. "Shit! You cum-crazy whore, I'm gonna shoot my rocks! YEAH! OH! FUCK! YEAH!" 

He shot a load down her throat, not as big as the one a little while ago, but enough for her to get a good taste and signal the arrival of the 'express train from China'. She went snakeshit on his rod, humping away with mindless abandon on his finger! 

Marilyn's adventures will continue in Chapter 4