0 comments/ 44425 views/ 1 favorites Monique By: busmale Monique, my lovely neighbor, called to me over the back fence, thru the bamboo curtain that separated our yards. We said our 'hellos' , I threw her dog a packet of new tennis balls, and we chatted about nothing for a few minutes, when she asked if I had any beer, and if so, she would be right over for a cold one. I told her "of course", she trotted into her house, and I went into mine, so I could straighten up a little. I live alone, and have become a little... comfortable, in my housekeeping, cleaning up only when afraid that if I died, someone would know I lived this way. At any rate, about 15 minutes later, she showed up on the porch, but not wearing the jeans & bandana she had on in her yard, but a very slinky long dress. I let her in, and verbally and visually admired her body, she is a very striking 5'6" asian lady, almost perfectly proportioned, at least for my tastes, which leans heavily towards Asians, relatively short, and of slight build. I suppose it's because they are so 'child-like', and still legal to fuck. At any rate, after holding her hands in mine, at shoulder height, and openly admiring her body, she came into my arms, and hugged me closely, and tightly, I could feel her lovely little tits poking into my chest, and I loved it. I tried to behave as if I did not really want to ravish her on the spot, so I controlled my hand movements on her back, waist & ribs. Barely. I mentioned I had expected her to arrive in jeans & bandana, she said she showered & changed as a sign of respect. I should have taken my cue right there, and ran into the shower, but was afraid she would think that a little too weird, and leave, so I just said I could shower, but have showered twice already today, and unless I'm offensive, I was afraid of becoming waterlogged. She, of course, replied that "You are fine, just the way you are", and hugged me again. After a few seconds, or minutes, my mind was lost in a fog of controlled lust so I don't know how long, really, I mentioned the beer, but she said that beer is bitter to her, what else had I? I stated I had some nice vodka, and some pretty good burbon, but nothing but cranberry juice to mix, and she opted to have burbon on the rocks, so I pulled down two 4" glasses, popped some crushed ice in, and accidently filled her glass too full, she took it, tasted it, and smiled, so I simply poured myself an over-full glassfull too. After setteling down on the couch to chat about everything & nothing, she was intent on opening me up, so I mentioned I miss visiting nudist clubs, because they don't like single men, and she popped up with "I will go with you to a nudist club", with the most intense & lovely smile I had seen in a while, so I told her "Great, I'll set it up", thinking she would not really. However, after I walked her home, I did get online, and renew my membership in the AANR, just in case. We sat together, moved about, I gave her a gentle foot massage, because I found her foot on my leg, which in hindsight, she may not have wanted, because she did protest a little, but moved away so I could manipulate her foot. I kept it clean, and surprisingly, didn't motor up her leg to her pussy, and start the massage I really wanted to give her, and I can only say that I simply did not believe she wanted anything from me, she just wanted to be my friend, and help me become more 'sociable'. She caught me looking at her lips, and told me that life is too important to not say the things we really mean, she asked me to tell her what I was thinking. I finally did tell her I thought her lips were delicious, and would love to be kissing them, and her hair was so black and shiny, and smelled so clean, I thought she was one of the most desirable women I had ever met. I don't know how, but she let it pass with an appreciative smile, and 'thank you' comment, and conversation continued. It was simply incredibly comfortable being with her, and aside from wanting to bury my face in her pussy, I was totally at ease. When I mentioned I seldom went to restaurants, or movies, because it was simply no fun doing those things alone, Monique said "I know!", and that she would love to come over to view video, or go out to eat with me, or to do whatever. I remember telling her that would be great, and we talked for a couple of hours, I believe, time stopped for me, and all I know was it was dark when she said she had to get home. I told her I would walk her home, and she accepted with another great smile. She was full of lovely smiles that night, and when we arose from the couch, she again gave me one of her great, tight, tit-piercing and very long hugs, and I'm afraid I let my hands wander a little more than I should have, and told her I found her incredibly sexy and desirable, to which she again made appreciative 'thank you' type comments, and we finally parted, and on the walk around the block, she was on my arm with both hands, all the way. I still felt she was simply 'that way', a super friendly person, who only wished me good things, and we parted at her walkway, and I came back home. I have been thinking of her almost constantly, since. It's now the morning of the 7th day, and I've been kicking myself for not giving her my phone number, and I can't call her, she IS, after all, married. I thought great, warm, sexy thoughts of her all week, and this morning, about 7am, I was out in my backyard, just in case, and she did, indeed, pop out to the fence, tell me she had a ride coming in about 10 minutes, I told her to wait, I would give her my cell#, ran into the kitchen, grabbed a pen & notepad, wrote the number & sprinted back to her, gave it to her, and simply admired her breasts, so lovely in the morning light, she finally said "I'm glad to see you", turned & ran to the house to catch her ride. I wore the cell all day, hoping she would call during her lunch, but no luck, I began to believe it was simply wishfull thinking on my part, so full of energy, about a call from her, that had been building all day, and it was instantly released when the cell phone buzzed against my hip. I answered, and her sweet voice told me she was tired, having worked all day, her 13th in a row, and was too tired to come over. I told her I understood, and didn't really expect her to, anyway, that it was just wishful thinking on my part, that she would even want to. She was silent for a moment, then said she would take the dog for a walk, near my place, if I was still up, I could join them. As quickly as I could, I stepped into the shower, soaped, rinsed, grabbed some medical sweats, respect, you know, and was watering the lawn when she walked up with the dog, I turned off the water, and joined them. We walked the 2 blocks to the lake, she let the dog off the leash, and he ran into the meadow, chasing whatever dogs chase in meadows at night, then she turned to me, and simply slid into my arms, she wrapped herself around me, and I instinctively engulfed her in mine, she fit so wonderfully well, her tits pressing into my chest, I was surprised to think they were tiny again, and without thinking, slid a hand up to cup a breast, she turned slightly, to better enable my engulfment, and exhaled a long breath, as if she had been holding it a long time, and she moaned, as she ground her perfect little tit into my palm. I instinctively pulsed my fingers closed around her breast, she moaned again, pulled herself against me tighter, and rotated her shoulders in a way that actually rotated her tit into my hand. I was so surprised by it all, I simply enjoyed the sensations, never thinking social thoughts at all, cared not that she was another's wife, the life partner of another person, I was simply being a sexual animal, totally enjoying the feeling of such a wonderful tit in the palm of my hand. She raised her head to face me fully, all I could see were her wonderfully full lips, I did not think, I simply lowered my lips to hers, pressed gently, caressed them with mine, pinched them with mine, my tongue crept out, touched her lips, ever so slightly, the taste of her was like electricity, it shot thru me, my head, body, into the ground, and seemed to rise up thru her, back into my lips, my tongue again touched her lips, licked as my lips caressed her lips, I think we both moaned a little, I bent further, to enable her entire body to caress my entire body, I straightened, pulling her up with me, her feet left the ground, gently kicked against my ankles, then rose to wrap around my hips, and my only thought was I needed to fuck this woman, this had to be the perfect 'mate' for me, I had to possess her, as completly as I could, I needed to fuck her, to feel her pussy grasp my cock, to milk my cum from me, as eagerly as I needed to cum in her tiny body, she moved against me in such a way, I felt she was experiencing the same sensations I was, we moved as one, against one another, rubbing, caressing, pulling, pushing, all in tandem, like a bicycle built for two, we moved in tandem, together, yet apart, yearning to join, aching, moving thru all the motions, yet unable to satisfy ourselves. We stood, thus, until my legs began to feel the stress of the coupling, and only then, did I slowly bend to deposit her to the ground, her legs loosend from my waist, dropping to the ground as smoothly as any 747 landing, and firmly planted, she reached forward, grasping my cock & balls in her tiny hand, squeezing gently, yet so very urgently, and that, of course, is when her yapping little dog ran up to us, sensing our arousal, he went into protective mode, protecting his mistress from me, knowing he was the only GOD-given instrument valued highly enough to pass on genes... or at least, that was his view of the situation. Therefor, he began yapping at me, would not take any instruction while I was near Monique, so of course, she had to take him home, still yapping loudly, drawing attention even from the boat people on the lake. On the walk home, we dared not even hold hands, as he would loudly proclaim his possession of Monique, and signal to all, that I was simply an interloper. Since that was essentially the truth, we grinned and bore the burden, promising to, next time, leave the mutt at home. At her doorway, we did, at last, kiss one last time, she promising to call, when she could. I jogged around the block, never feeling better than I did, at that time, knowing I was 59, going on 16. Little did I know, that her husband, Bill, had instructed her to do these things with me, and even though she was obligated to, she was still smitten with my being, she knew she had a better mate in me, then she had with her husband, who was telling her to meet me, an entice me, an arrange to fuck me. In afterview, we realize he was simply wanting a male to suck his dick, but at the time, I knew nothing about him, and she knew only that he mandated she entice me into a sexual liaison. Therefor, we met the next night, she walking the dog, me tagging along, but the pooch was a little more comfortable with me, maybe familiarity does, indeed breed contentment, but anyway, the pooch left me pretty much alone, when Monique wrapped herself around me, but he wouldn't let me take off her panties to fuck her, he would run up & nip @ my fingers, when I pulled her pantie crotch aside, to lick her pussy, as she leaned against the boathouse at the lake. We knew we would have to arrange a time without the pooch, and she promised she would develop one. Ok, I am buzzed awake @ 7am, Sunday morn, and wonder what is going on, then realize it is my cell phone, not my alarm. OK! Excitement is my middle name!, Monique, right?!? YES! It is, indeed, Monique, she is calling to tell me I should meet her at the fence, and right now! I arrive within moments, still waking up, she is standing at the fence, between the bamboo, holding it apart slightly, I sight her, step up the bank to meet her, and automatically, my lips find hers, I am as surprised as she is, but neither of us pulls back, we reach for each other, gently, pulling ourselves together, in slow motion, or at least thats how it seemed. Our kiss lasted a very long time, eventually however, our lips did part, Monique said Bill was going out of town, he had just left, she wanted me to come over, but I hesitated, knowing it was not a smart thing to do. She tried to persuade me, but I was adamant, I invited her over to my house, and she only accepted when she understood I would not go to hers. She went thru her house to the street, told Bill I would not come over, this first time, she would have to go to my house, and he was unhappy, but realized after she fucked me once, it might be easier to get me to his house, so he could watch & hopefully join in. Monique walked around the block quickly, and when she arrived, she again stated we have to get a gate between our yards, and I replied that Bill would have to have a good reason to let me put one in her fence. She let that pass, knowing that after we had sex, she would tell me everything, and that Bill would probably help put in the gate! She slid into my arms, on her toes, I bent slightly, so our lips could meet, and simply caressed each others lips, cheeks, nose, entire face, before we moved from the spot, so it must have lasted a while. She slid back down my body, hugging me again, her lovely pointy tits pressing into the bottom of my ribcage, the top of her head came only to my chin, I could easily rest my chin on her head, like I said, she was built tiny, so very erotic for a 'dirty old man' like me. She raised her face to look at me, I told her that I had not been with a woman for almost 2 years, and I didn't know how my body might react to her body in my embrace, she said we should hurry and find out, asking "Where's the bedroom?", and when I indicated the way, she led me down the hall to the bathroom, entered still holding my hand, pulling me in with her, she stopped by the sink, reach up & kissed my lips lightly, smiled, unbuckled her belt, opened her pants, slid them & her white panties down her petite legs, lifted the toilet lid, and sat down, lifting her left foot and saying "take off my shoes & sox, if we're going to become lovers, we will have no secrets from one another" I was still admiring her pussy-bush, but squatted to remove her footwear, and looking up her shapely leg, to her pussy, and seeing this, she smiled, spread her right knee as far as it would go, still encased in her pants, reached down to her pubic bush, and pulled her vulva lips apart, so from my vantage point, I could see her pinkness. She began to pee, I never tire of watching a woman piss, probably because I love to check out the equipment, so vastly different from mine, so exotic. She wiped, I finished removing her sock, and removed her pants from that leg, reached for the other, and denuded her from the waist down, I was simply stuck dumb with her loveliness. She smiled again, reached her arms up, and said "Now the rest of me", I dutifully leaned forward, grasping the bottom of her sweater, kissed her full lips quickly, and watched appreciatively, as the rest of her body was exposed to my view. Almost like a child, but obviously, a woman, I thought she must be about 30, all that charm & sociability, would take at least that many years to develop. I loved the way her small breasts stood proudly from her ribcage, I knew I could suck one entirely into my mouth, and leaned forward to do just exactly that, when she laughed, and said "Now lets get you out of those clothes". we stood, she began unbuttoning my shirt, I folded her sweater once, thru it on the counter, and put my hands on either side of her ribs, caressing as far down as I could, she was still trying to get all my buttons undone, I opened my pants, started to slide them down my legs, she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, pinioning my arms, saying "Now I have you exactly how I want you, helpless". Just to prove that was not true, I quickly put my lips to hers, surprised, she leaned back, my mouth instantly went for the nearest breast, which I quickly inhaled, tonguing the perfect eraser-nipple, chewing on her breast with my lips covering my teeth, suctioning, relaxing, and as her tit began to exit my mouth, I would clamp my lip-covered teeth on it, then suction again, drawing it again into my mouth, relaxing, suctioning, relaxing, and she said "GAWD, that is soo good, lets go to the bed, I want to put my mouth on you, too". She was so slight, I scooped her up in my arms, and feeling very much the ' Conquering Hero', I twisted her thru the doorway, down the hall, into the bedroom. I knelt on the bed, lowering her to the mattress, she pulled me on top of her, she pulling my face to hers, we kissed, gently, sweetly, and my body became aware of her nude body, touching mine in many places, I moved against her, she wrapped her left leg around behind me, pulling me to her, I was fairly sure she wanted to fuck. My face nestled between her shoulder & neck, I inhaled her fragrance, she must have just showered, as I had, knowing she felt that a sign of respect. My lips played with her neck, slid around the front, my lips cupping her throat, my tongue licking without my lips loosing contact with her skin, across her shoulders, back & forth, from one side to the other, eventually passing over her nipple, pausing just long enough to suckle, wrapping my tongue around her breast, caressing it with my tongue, rising slightly enough to lip-pinch her nipple, suck in fully into my mouth, then rising slowly until her breast freed itself from the hot confines of my mouth, I blew cool air over her nipple, saw it harden & rise, then exhaled hot breath over it, she moaned, said "Oh my, you ARE talented, do the other one". Not one to disobey a lady, I gave her right breast the same treatment, then continued down her body, in a straight line to her pubic bush, and as my face toucher her hair, she grabbed my leg, turning us both, so she could have something to chew on too, her hand brought my penis to her lips, she rubbed her cheeks against it, then opened her mouth, licked it like a Popsicle, wetting it, making it feel like a board, strong, hard, dense, I just hoped I would be able to last long enough to give this woman all the pleasure she desired, and her lips closed around the under-vein, turning her head to wet the length, I knew if I didn't do something to take my mind of the sensations she was administering to my dick, I would shoot in moments. I lowered my face to her pubes, inhaling her scents, rubbing my face in her hairs, grasping her thighs @ her buttocks, I held her to me, as I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me, where there was no danger of thrusting my penis down her throat by accident, if it were to happen, I wanted it to be because she wanted it to enter her throat. Her pussy opening was relatively forward of the center of her body, I liked that, some women have vaginal openings very near the anus, and that makes it difficult to enjoy "69", Monique was built exactly to my specifications, and as I thanked the Goddess Venus, I parted her pussy-hair with my nose & fingers, running my tongue in the crevice between her vulva & her thigh, making her jump and quiver. She was devouring my cock, so I knew she was enjoying my licking, I sucked the vulva lips, one at a time, into my mouth, lip-chewed, pulled my head back until her lip snapped back to her body, then did the same on the other side, then running my nose up into her body cavity, as far as it would go, she pushed down on my face, mashing her clit against my chin, and as my nose fucked her pussy, I moved my lower jaw so massage her clit, the texture of her inner pussy lips changing, became more slippery, the taste also changed, I lapped up her fluids as best I could, then she pushed very hard against my face, vibrating her clit on my chin, her mouth left my dick, her hand squeezed it very tightly, I heard her exhale a great breath as an open-mouthed moan, as she came in my mouth. Monique She had earned it: a week in Paris. I was quite proud of her: 3.65 Grade Point Average throughout her high school career, ranked Number Fourteen in her graduating class, and she had maintained a hectic extracurricular schedule of three plays per year, foreign extemp on the Speech & Debate team, marching band, jazz band, and symphony band, and she had maintained a part-time job through it all and had definitely earned her weeklong trip to Paris. I was more than happy to accompany her. Having spent some time living in Paris when she was very young and also having visited Paris well before she had even been a thought, I was thrilled to be returning to The City of Love and being able to share the experience with Monique. She and I had always been close, since I was the only member of her extended family who lived in the same town - the rest of the family lived at least four hundred miles away. Monique had never known her father - in fact, none of us ever knew who had sired her - so I had been the default father figure in her life. She had spent so much of her life in my home while her mother struggled with work, and Monique and I had become more than just uncle and niece and more than just friends with our relationship in a most unique realm which I could never adequately describe to anyone. I watched the screen at the front of our section of the passenger cabin, noting how the altitude slowly dropped as we crossed over the United Kingdom. Monique slept at last, and I wished that I could have done the same given the lengthy flight, but with my arm around her as her head rested on my shoulder, despite my fatigue, I would not have missed this moment for anything in the world. My niece was awake by the time the Airbus had descended through the thick cloud cover, and her enthusiasm at seeing the buildings below was contagious. I remembered the first time I had come to Europe, during the Gulf Crisis leading to the original Gulf War, and the thrill of seeing homes which looked very different in style from what I had known in the States. Monique exuded the same thrill, the same wonder. We were both thankful to be off the airplane, even though it meant waiting in one of the many long lines to clear Customs. Her excitement waned as we waited, and fatigue threatened to send me collapsing to the floor, but we finally made it to the Customs agent and then officially into France. "You didn't use French with him," Monique noted. "I thought you were bilingual?" "I am, theoretically. It's been almost fifteen years since I last spoke French on a regular basis, so I know I've lost a lot. Besides, I figure it's much safer to stick to my native language when dealing with someone in a position of authority so that I don't inadvertently say the wrong thing." "Good point." For the rest of the journey to the hotel, I did speak French with those we encountered: the lady at the Information booth, the ticket agent when buying the RER passes, an elderly couple on the street when we emerged from the Métro and needed directions to the hotel, and finally the hotel staff. "Only one bed," Monique noted once we were alone in our hotel room. "Is that going to be a problem?" "No! Not at all. Just a little surprised is all..." "At least we have a bathroom and bathtub to ourselves and don't have to share with everyone else on this floor." "Good point." Just like I remembered, the hotel room had more of a "home" feel than the hotels in the States. I had purposely avoided any chain hotels, and also wanted to avoid going to places we could find in the States such as McDonald's. That was the policy I had used when I lived in Paris, and I wanted to use the same policy on this trip. Being a Sunday morning in a non-touristy area of the city, I knew that food could be difficult to find. "I'm heading out in search of lunch," I informed her. "I'll bring back something for us." "Okay, Uncle Stan." She was still looking around the small hotel room in amazement when I closed the door behind me. ***** Between the lengthy flight itself, the jet lag, and a semi-heavy lunch from a hole-in-the-wall Chinese place, Monique and I were both definitely weary. There was no way that we would both stay awake until dinnertime, and I had a suspicion that even though the sun had yet to set on The City of Love, once we fell asleep, neither of us would awaken before dawn. When Monique stretched out on the bed and placed an arm across her eyes to block out the meager daylight filtering through the thick cloud cover, I decided that it was best to get ready for bed. When I emerged from the bathroom, my niece groggily rose to her feet. I slipped into the bed, taking the view of the wall so that she could have the view through the thin curtains at the window, and I fell asleep even before Monique returned to me. ***** To my amazement, I awoke before daybreak. I had no sense of the time, as there were no clocks within my view and I had left both my watch and my cell phone on the small table near the door. However, I was keenly aware of the arm draped over me beneath the covers and especially of the soft, thinly-covered breasts pressed to my bare back. I tried to return to sleep, but my fatigue was pushed away by the initial stirrings of arousal. There was a woman sharing a bed with me, and her feminine chest was pressed against me, and her arm was draped over me with her hand not too far from my manly anatomy. I tried to tell myself that this was innocent, that she did not know what she was doing as she slept, that she would soon awaken and realize the situation and back away from my back. I tried to tell myself that I was imagining things, that I could easily roll over and face her without jostling her from her slumbering position. My logical mind screamed at me to just shut up and enjoy the moment in case it did not last very long. That particular moment did not last very long at all. It was as if Monique sensed that I was awake, for she stirred against me, her breasts pressing more prevalently against my bare back, her gentle hand brushing along the waistband of my sweatpants as her legs slid against mine. She must have fallen asleep again, for she did not stir beyond that, but I was awake and trying to ignore an erection until the first hint of daylight permeated the thin curtains. ***** I had forgotten just how strong coffee is in Europe compared to the States, but I definitely needed the stronger brew... and not just because of the residual effects of jet lag. It was Spring Break season, and Paris was filled with people from all over Europe and many parts of the world. When I had lived in Paris previously, I had experienced Spring Break season, and it was a time when the lines at the tourist traps were longer than usual, and when there were many, many more American tourists than usual. The latter was still true, and the average American tourist was still easily identifiable by the loud conversations and the seeming refusal to attempt to speak in the city's native language. Just as I had done when I was living in Paris, I tried to purposely avoid Americans, and Monique readily agreed with the strategy as we toured the city. Throughout the week, we used the Métro, the RER, and our own two feet to make our way around the city. We waited in the long lines to ascend La Tour Eiffel and Sacré-Cœur, visited the grave of Jim Morrison, used the underground entrance to beat the crowds trying to visit La Musée du Louvre, strolled along Les Champs-Élysées visiting the stores I had known quite well from when I lived in the city, and even made the long walk from La Défense to L'Arc de Triomphe and a stroll along much of the length of La Seine within the confines of the city proper. Each morning began with the hotel's light breakfast. Lunch was always from a café, with the exception of a Quick at La Defense. Dinner was always at a restaurant somewhere -- including two restaurants I had visited over a decade earlier, where the food was just as excellent as I had remembered. The days were full of adventure. For me, once I was past the initial headache involved with speaking in a foreign language so much after such a long time, it was particularly exhilarating to feel my fluency returning. For Monique, it was a chance to experience the world, and while my previous experiences in Paris were helpful on many levels, her wonder at seeing Paris for the first time allowed me to finally view The City of Love as a tourist instead of as a near-native. For us both, it was a heartwarming time together, an experience which neither of us wanted to see come to an end. Each evening in our small hotel room, we would sit and discuss her thoughts and compare them to my previous experiences. We would watch French television and I would try to quickly translate, or at least summarize what was being said. Midweek, when I emerged from the bathroom ready for bed, the main room was dark save for the light from the street lamps below. Monique stood at the window, wearing her usual thin nightie, her panty quite visible and the swells of her breasts quite remarkable as she gazed out the window. From the expression on her face, I had a sense that something significant was on her mind, so I turned off the bathroom light and went to her, standing behind her and wrapping my arms around her fondly and protectively. I had held my niece from this position previously, typically when I felt that something was troubling her. As I held her this time, I was instantly aware of something significant: My forearms brushed against her breasts. I froze, thinking back to the first night in the same hotel room, when she had pressed her front side against me and draped an arm over me during her slumber. Was there more to that situation than simply not knowing what she was doing as she slept? Before I could move my arms to another position, Monique took care of the situation for me, turning around in my hold and wrapping her arms around my lower back as she rested her weary head against me. We simply stood there in silence for a long time, holding each other. ...as my manhood made its presence known, slowly lengthening, a silent participant in this moment of what I had hoped would be consolation. Embarrassment filled me, reddening and heating my face and my neck. My heart beat noticeably faster, but my niece said nothing about it. Her only reaction was to use a single fingertip to draw small circles over my lower spine, just above the waistband of the sweatpants I typically wore for sleeping, her fingertip moving slowly yet seemingly purposefully over a rather sensitive area of my body. I shuddered against her, pressing my thickening manhood into her involuntarily. And I sensed that the young woman in my arms was indeed becoming less and less distressed by whatever had been troubling her, although she did not yet seem like her usual cheerful self. "Do you believe in sex without marriage?" My niece's question shocked me, both because it broke the long silence unexpectedly and because it was one of the last subjects I had ever expected to discuss with her. Other than her mother and I sitting her down and together giving her The Sex Talk when she was just about to enter puberty, Monique and I had never discussed sex beyond my complimenting a few outfits which made her look sexy. "I suppose so," I finally responded once I was past the shock of her unexpected question, "especially since I never married." "True... So I guess that means you've had sex?" "Yes, although it's definitely been a while. Why do you ask?" Monique took a deep breath, which made me keenly aware of her breasts pressing against me. She still had her head resting against me, so she was not looking up into my eyes, which made the conversation all the more odd to me. "There's someone who I've loved for a long time and I finally have the opportunity to express that to him, but I know that we'll never be able to get married." All sorts of thoughts went through my mind, and I found those thoughts suddenly gushing from my mouth. "Is he married? Is it someone in prison? Does he have a terminal disease? One of your pen pals overseas?" She silenced me by shaking her head, then surprised me by finally lifting her head to look up into my eyes. "You." It took a moment for that single, simple word to truly sink in, to take root in my brain and begin to grow and flourish. It did not help that throughout the short conversation, her fingertip had continued to draw circles over my lower spine and my erection had maintained its unavoidable presence. "I see your point," I finally said, and she definitely had a point, for those related by blood cannot marry legally, and society would shun them anyhow. While one hand remained at my lower back, Monique's other hand drifted downward, caressing me through the sweatpants. Her body shifted, just enough that I knew without question that she was very aware of the male anatomy pressing against her. For my part, I recognized the opportunity and the love standing in my arms. My hands slowly rose up her back to her shoulders, up her neck to her cheeks, and as her head tilted upward, my lips descended. We kissed in The City of Love. In a perfect Hollywood film, the curtains and the window would have been open despite the chill in the air, and behind us there would have been a wonderful view of La Tour Eiffel lit in beautiful grandeur against the nighttime Parisian skyline, and probably L'Arc de Triomphe would have been visible just beyond the symbol of the great city. We were not actors shooting the final scene of a Hollywood film, and we definitely did not have a view of any of the famous landmarks of Paris, but being in The City of Love was enough to make this kiss all the more important and all the more endearing. She was breathless when our lips finally separated, and she clutched me tightly as I gently stroked the back of her head. "Make me yours," she pleaded softly. "Make love to me." "Are you sure?" Monique looked up at me once again. "Yes. Please. I don't care if we're niece and uncle. I don't care if you're more than twice my age. I don't care. I just want to give myself to you and show you how I've felt about you for... for almost forever." While I wondered how long "almost forever" was to her teenage mind, I recognized the sincerity in her voice and in her eyes, and slowly I lifted the thin nightie from her, leaving her clad in only a white panty. She took the initiative from there, rendering me naked and kneeling before me to explore a man's sex for the first time, her breaths warm and her touches gentle, her mouth wet and her tongue loving as I ensured her hair remained out of the way so that she could better enjoy this exploration and I could more easily gaze upon her sweet face with a sense that I had loved her for a long time but had just not allowed myself to admit it. When her jaw tired and her knees protested, I helped her to stand, and after removing her panty and rendering my niece completely bare, I positioned her on the bed, perched between her thighs, and feasted on her barren sex, relishing the soft sounds of joy rising from her heart and savoring the tangy nectar flowing from her soul. She peaked easily and quickly, her thighs clamped tightly to either side of my head and unfortunately muting her sounds of delight, but I kept going, holding her open with my fingertips, licking her clitoris and attempting to embed my tongue within her, gently sucking her labia, making her peak again with another surge of love coating my face and anointing the bed, and only then did I pry her thighs away and spread her legs so that I could reposition myself and finally tear her open. The lovemaking was slow and long, her hands and her thighs and her body clutching at me throughout. Our pace gradually increased, our love filling the air of the small hotel room, the ever-present chill negated by our combined desire. I kissed her as her orgasm surged through her, ejected as a cry into my lungs and returned as a powerful surge into her core. In the morning, as Monique readied herself in the bathroom, I sat with the phone book, looking for another hotel in the area for the final few days of our Parisian vacation. The sheets were still stained with my niece's blood, and while the hotel staff would certainly have seen blood on the sheets in the past, neither Monique nor I wanted to deal with the staff's reactions at finding blood on the sheets in the room that she and I had just shared, for we did look rather similar, especially in the eyes and the nose and the forehead. Before we left the hotel room for the final time, I stood with her, just as I had done some twelve hours earlier, holding her from behind as we both looked fondly at the blood she had spilled for me. "Don't worry," she announced softly. "I took a picture of it." It seemed like an odd picture to take, but then again, ours was certain to be an odd relationship. Monique My job would take me on the road about one week each month. This was one of those weeks. I had to go to Louisville to meet with one of our clients and show them how to use our product. On the last night I was there, I was tired of sitting in my hotel room so I decided to go out and get a beer. I drove downtown and happened to see a little hole in the wall club that had a Bud sign and a topless girls sign in the window so I parked the car and figured watching some dancers while having a beer would be even better. I walked in and it was a small place with just one stage sitting right behind the bar. Since it was barely 5 PM the place was pretty empty. Two other guys spread out at the bar. I took my seat and ordered a Bud and watched as the dancer danced topless to some 80's rock. I was sipping my beer, enjoying the show when another one of the dancers walked over and sat next to me. She introduced herself as Monique. I asked if she wanted a drink and she nodded and ordered a juice from the bar. She was a very attractive black woman, with a great figure. She was shorter, about 5'5" in the heels she had on, she was also wearing a tiny white bikini. The top just barely covered her nipples and couldn't cover her areolas. I was very happy to be sitting next to her. We made small talk, she asked where I was from, how long I was there, etc when the song we were listening to ended. She then asked if I wanted to go back for a private dance. I asked how much they were and she said it was $20 per dance or 3 for $50. She then whispered into my ear that she would make sure the 3 were worth it. With an endorsement like that, I said that 3 it was. I paid the bartender for the drinks and dances and Monique lead me back to a little room that only had a curtain for a door. In it was just a chair and nightstand. As I sat on the chair and Monique set her handbag on the nightstand then sat on my lap with her arms around my neck as we waited for the song to finish. My eyes kept drifting down to her amazing tits, which she took in her hands and held them. She smiled and asked if I liked her 36D's? I nodded yes, and then looked up into her eyes. She was looking into mine and let me know I was her first dance of the night and she thought I was cute. She also informed me that she didn't like rules. That had me thinking this could be a very hot private dance and I couldn't wait for this song to end so it could start. As the next song started, Monique untied her bikini top and threw it over to the nightstand. Seeing those light brown nipples, and her breasts with just a bit of glitter, along with the perfume she had on had me so excited, so hard at that point. She danced on my lap, grinding on my hard-on, while taking her tits and pressing them on either side of my face. I had my hands at my side, wanting to touch, but not doing so, so that I wouldn't get kicked out. About halfway through the song Monique took my hands and led them to her tits, as she leaned forward and said, "No rules, remember?" With that, I played with her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers, burying my face between them. Her dark skin was so smooth against my face. Her nipples were so hard under my fingers, like pencil erasers. The more I played, the harder Monique danced on me. As the song was ending, she pulled her bikini bottom to the side and spread her pussy open. Her glistening, wet, pink, little pussy contrasting with her black skin was so sexy. It was my first time seeing a black pussy in person, and I loved her tightly curled black bush. She rubbed her pussy, slipping a finger inside it, then pulling it out showing me how wet she was. I took her finger into my mouth tasting her juices as that first song ended. As we waited for the second song, Monique unzipped my pants. I felt her fingers slip inside my pants and rub over my hard cock. She wrapped two fingers around it and pulled it out through the opening, then got up and stood in front of the nightstand and pulled something out of her bag. I sat there, my cock pointing straight up as it stuck through my pants, as Monique stepped back and kneeled between my legs. The music started and I watched as she opened a condom and set it on the tip of my cock. She leaned down and held the tip of the condom in place with her lips while her fingers gently rolled it down my cock. Just watching and feeling her do that got me even harder and had me losing control. I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair. One of her hands then ran up under my shirt as she rubbed over my body, her lips sucking hard on my cock. As her head bobbed up and down on my cock, I could see her tits bounce. I leaned forward, my hands ran down her back and around, cupping her tits, feeling her nipples brush against my hand with each bounce. I looked down her back and could see her other hand rubbing her pussy. Her whole body was thrusting back and forth as she sucked. I was getting closer and closer and started pushing my cock harder into her mouth. She would pull back just a bit each time my cock would touch the back of her throat. Feeling I was getting to close, she pulled her lips off of me and looked up. She pressed her finger on the opening of my cock and said, "Not yet, there is still another song to go." I looked up, doing what I could to hold off. Monique gently rubbed my balls through my pants as she looked up at me. I was finally able to look down and saw she was still rubbing her pussy, her eyes closed. I reached down and pinched her nipples and I played until the song ended. She slowly slid up my body, straddling my legs as we waited for the third song to start. Her bikini bottom still pushed off to the side. Her pussy was leaving a wet spot on my pants as she slid back and forth on my leg. As the third song started, my hands were cupping her tits. Monique rose up, pushing them into my face and I took one of her nipples in my mouth. I felt my cock sliding into her as she slowly lowered herself back down. With my tongue I pressed her nipple against the roof of my mouth. My hips were pushing my cock up deeper inside her. Her pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock. I then leaned back, her nipple popping out of my mouth. I watched her body as she rose up and down, riding my stiff cock. One of her arms wrapped around my neck as she steadied herself. Her other hand was rubbing her clit and we started fucking harder and faster. I wrapped my arms around her and watched her tits bounce as she would drop down on me. Halfway through the song she dropped down on me, and then buried her face into my chest. I heard her moaning, "Oh God, Oh God, yes, right there, yes" followed by one long moan that was muffled against me. Hearing that and feeling Monique's pussy tighten, was as much as I could take and I pushed up hard and deep inside her as my cock began to fill the condom. My arms were wrapped tight around her, holding her body tight against mine as I thrust up hard inside her. My cum shooting in waves as I pressed my lips against her body, trying to keep my moans as quiet as possible. After I came, I leaned back, and Monique leaned forward on top of me. My cock still buried inside her. She brushed her fingers over my cheek and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips were so soft, so gentle on mine. Our lips parted and we kissed for the remainder of the song, our tongues tasting each others, our hands still exploring each other's body. As the song ended, Monique rose up, my cock sliding out of her and I twitched as the head of my cock left her pussy. She slipped the condom off of me, tied it off and pulled a tissue from her handbag. She then slipped her bikini top back on as I pushed my cock back into my pants. As we turned to walk out of the little room, she looked back and asked if the three songs were worth it. I had a huge smile on my face and let her know that was by far the best way to go. She gave me a quick little kiss, then opened the curtain and we walked out. She took my hand and led me back to the bar, where I sat and had one more beer. Monique had walked back to the back room, she said she had to get ready to go up on stage. I finished my beer and went back to my hotel room. That night I drifted off to sleep with visions of Monique riding me, that let me sleep with a big smile on my face. Monique Monique saunters into the suite almost an hour late. When she takes off her wet raincoat, Ed sees that she is clad in a black leather cat-suit, which clings tightly to her brown skin. It is low-cut, revealing the cleavage between her round breasts. He notices right away that the crotch is cut out, and he can see the lips of her beautiful pussy, which is completely waxed, slightly red, and swollen with excitement. Her movements are brisk and abrupt. She throws her bag and keys on the table as if she is angry. This makes Ed very uneasy. She's been moody lately and he is not certain if it is something he has done or neglected to do. It may be work, or something that has nothing to do with him. He has been having a hard time lately, figuring out what her needs are as they seem to be mercurial and unpredictable. He keeps his eyes lowered and he waits. There is a prolonged silence. The air feels moist and heavy suddenly and he begins to wonder what is in store for him this evening. He is on edge but excited. She exhales and finally speaks, slowly. "Pour me a fucking drink." Her voice is tight and impatient. Should he have offered her a cocktail as soon as she came in? Had he done that, would he have been scolded about not speaking unless spoken to? He can feel his blood flowing downward towards his cock and his pulse quickens. He pours her a neat Scotch as she likes it. She stands there with her hands on her hips, tapping her high-heeled foot on the tile. He approaches to hand her the glass. She grabs it from him without a thank you. She takes a small sip, and returns the glass to the table. She looks him in the eye for a moment, and then points to the floor. "On your knees, you little bitch," she hisses. Without a word, he kneels before her. His cock is fully erect now and throbbing. His face is inches away from her lovely pussy lips. He knows that she is wet without having to touch her, because he can smell her. She runs her fingers through his hair, gently at first. Then, he feels slight pain as her sharp nails scratch at his scalp. "May I lick you, Mistress?" She brings his head toward her with her hands. "Do it slowly, for now...separate my lips, and find my clit first. Then put your tongue on it." He obeys. Her clit is engorged and hard. He uses his fingers to pull the skin all the way back, until her clitoris looks like a pearl. He runs his tongue slowly over it back and forth. He hears her low groan of pleasure. Her pussy is sweet and creamy. He wants to move his tongue further down, but he knows he must wait until she orders him. As he licks, he feels pressure on the back of his head. "Faster," she orders. Her breathing is louder. He knows how to pleasure her, but soon it will not be enough. She will ask him to get the crop and remove his pants. He already has her favorite toys laid out for her. Ed knows this is a part of his job and they are clean and ready. Both strap-on dildo attachments are on the table at the corner of the room. There is the medium size, which Ed enjoys, but he fears the extra-large one. She often uses that one to punish him. He thinks about how the big one stretches him out to the point of pain and how he tries to hide the pain by not crying out, That is because when she hears him cry out, it only makes her go harder and faster. She pulls his head back by his hair, suddenly. He has grown distracted by the thoughts of the strap on, and now the movements of his tongue have become irregular. Monique's dark eyes are flashing. Without warning, she slaps his face, leaving finger marks behind. "What the fuck is wrong with you? What are you so busy thinking about?" she hisses. Before he can answer she speaks again. "Go into the bathroom and take off your clothes. Then, come back with my whip." He jumps up and removes his clothing as quickly as he can. He does take care to fold them and put them on the window-sill, as she prefers to keep things neat. He was once punished for not doing so. He retrieves the black leather whip and offers it to her. His head is hung low and his eyes are cast downward, staring at her high-heeled boots that go up, past her knee. She has a perfect body, lean and very strong. He is always aroused because she's so attractive, but it's what he fears about her, that makes it even hotter. That is what makes her irresistible. "Kneel, turn around, face on the floor and I want your ass in the air," she orders. He does exactly as she asks, and he feels his engorged cock pulsing now. He presses his forehead to the ground and feels the coolness on his skin. He waits. He hears her boots click around the room. Why is she walking around? He hears her blowing the candles that he had laid out all around and lit before she arrived tonight. His eyes are closed, but he can tell the room is getting darker and darker as she clicks about. It is completely dark now. She has stopped and there is silence for at least a full minute. He begins to nervously wonder where in the room she is standing. He cannot get a sense of whether she is directly behind him or she has moved elsewhere. The pause seems very long. Everything is perfectly still. Most of the time, she starts out slowly. She tickles him slightly at first and then becomes more and more heavy handed. Not tonight. Before he can anticipate the beginning of his punishment, the whip comes down strongly and swiftly at least six times over his left buttock. He feels the sharp stinging across the surface of the skin. It feels instantly warm and then progressively red hot as blood rushes to the injured area. She is not letting up tonight. His mind is rushing to process this, he is nervous wondering how much longer and what is next. She repeats the beating over the right side and then goes back to the left until the pain is unbearable and he finally cries out. When she hears his sound she stops abruptly, but only for a fleeting moment, and then hits him even harder, and then harder again. He moans, louder this time. He cannot hold it in the pain is unbearable. She stops. "Don't move," she says, "and not another fucking sound out of you, you weak little bitch." Ed is breathing heavily, gasping to recover. She is exasperated. "You need to shut the fuck up and take what I give you silently," she says. She comes down on him again, even harder then the last. He tries his best to hold it in. He feels like he can't breathe. They have played this game before, but she was never so unrelenting. He feels the ferocity with every stroke and he can't make sense of what is happening. The whip stops again. Sweat is pooling under his forehead. Despite the pain, his cock has never been so hard. The skin at the head is tight and the desire to stroke it and to feel pleasure there has never been so intense. He is usually great about waiting patiently for her to allow him an orgasm. He can usually stop himself from cumming. But tonight, he feels like he is going to cum. Before he even touches it. His thought race wildly to what it would feel like to have her mouth on it, but it is irrational. For the entire time they have been together he has never felt her lips on him. Her heels click toward him. She raises her foot and digs the point heel of her boots right into a welt on his backside She puts some weight on it so it digs further into the area that is already injured. Despite his face being toward the ground he can smell her hot pussy. "You need to clean my pussy up, I'm dripping" she says suddenly, "but while you lick me I want to see you touch your cock." With a flooding sense of relief he opens his eyes, gets on his knees and looks. Her thick juices have accumulated all over her lips and are running down the inside of her thigh where the material is cut out, and down toward her leg. Against the black leather, the liquid is white and creamy. He knows what it will taste like long before he begins to lap it up. "Touch yourself," she reminds him. He is so grateful that she is allowing him to rub his cock, a sob rises in his throat. He strokes his dick as he licks all the wetness off of her leg, and then he works on the lips of her pussy. His butt is still stinging and bruised. He feels this indescribable bliss, though. Monique shoves his head back, all of a sudden. "You aren't going to cum are you?" He isn't sure how she knows he was close to orgasm. Maybe it was the look on his face. He didn't mean to get so close, but the beating on his ass and the taste of wetness dripping down her leg just drove him crazy, and very close to the edge. As Ed kneels in front of her, Monique abruptly and harshly takes her foot and shoves his left shoulder hard, the pointy heel leaving its imprint. He loses his balance and falls onto his back. She holds him down for a moment with her foot. He stares up at her lean and strong body, observing the definition of the muscles in her thighs. "I can't believe you were about to cum without my permission," she says furiously. That is when she bends down and grabs his balls hard, and squeezes them in her right fist. She is squeezing unrelentlessly. Ed has no choice but to whimper loudly. He is close to tears. The pain is so intense. He wonders if this can really cause damage. It has never gotten to the point where he cannot think straight and cannot see straight, but he is suddenly at that point tonight. She shows no mercy, and continues to squeeze his testicles in her fist as he feels tears escaping from his eyes. Despite the dizziness from the excruciating pain but his cock is rock hard and sticking straight up. He can't think. He does not know what to do. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm sorry I was about to cum." "You are so pathetic," she responds. She releases him and stands up. She walks toward the window and opens the curtains. The lights of the many New York City buildings that surround them illuminate the room. There is another hotel directly across the street. Before Monique arrived, he had stared out into the rooms of strangers and observed people getting ready for their evenings out on the town. "Stand up, you stupid little pussy," she orders. He stands, but he is unsteady on his feet. His balls are still aching, he still feels dizzy. "Go over by the window," she says. He obeys. He stands there looking outward. Several people are moving around their rooms. Pedestrians walk around below. "Now, bend over," she says. He rests his hands a chair nearby, and does as she orders. He is tingling with pain and excitement, as he knows what is going to come next. As he waits, she turns on all the lights in the room. He squints as his eyes adjust. Very slowly, she moves toward him. Behind him now she caresses the back of his neck with light, feather-like touches. It is a brief moment of gentleness. She then slips a silk blindfold over his eyes and ties it tightly behind his head. "I want everyone to see how I fuck my little bitch," she whispers. She shuffles around a bit. Usually, he helps her with the strap-on, but since she has not asked, he is afraid to offer. It takes her several minutes to get everything ready. His anxiety grows. He is certain it is going to be the big black dildo used tonight, as a punishment for getting close to an orgasm earlier. All of a sudden he feels her fingers moving his ass cheeks apart. His pulse quickens as she spreads him. "You're my little bitch and I'm going to fuck your pussy with my big fucking cock," Monique hisses in his ear. Ed is breathing heavy as he experiences that split-second moment before penetration, when the cock lightly touches the skin of the hole. She prolongs it tonight, rubbing the cock around the opening. He is being driven out of his mind with anticipation. "Please," he says, "Please" She laughs a bit, sarcastically. "As you wish," she says. And then, in one motion, she thrusts it in, deep. No matter how many times he feels this dildo in his body, he always somehow forgets just how large it is, and how hard. He immediately feels his delicate skin tearing. She has very little lube on it today. If he's a good girl he gets more lube. Coming close to orgasm earlier has caused her to use the minimum amount. She has put on only enough to get it in, not enough to make it anything other than painful. His hands become tight fists, his teeth are clenched, beads of sweat accumulate on Ed's forehead and become absorbed by the cloth of the chair. Monique fucks him and fucks him. She thrusts her big black cock in and out of him, moving her hips in a circular motion as well. Her long fingernails dig into each side of his hips. Her thrusts alternate between hard and fast and then slowly as he whimpers and cries, facedown in the chair. "Do you like the way I fuck you, you bitch?" she asks him. "Yes," he says breathlessly. "I can't fucking hear you," she says, spreads his ass cheeks wider apart, and plunges harder into him, groaning herself, as if her cock is real and she can really feel it. "Yes, yes I do. I like the way you fuck me," he says louder this time. His skin is on fire. He is certain he is bleeding. His dick is rock hard and on the verge of explosion. He knows he should tell her, but he is afraid of letting her know how close he is again. He wonders how many people are looking at them in the window, watching the mistress fuck the shit out of her slave. She is moaning loudly now. Then, she pulls her cock out of him, pushes him down and mounts his face. She is soaking wet and close to orgasm. It only takes a few strokes of his tongue and she climaxes, screaming as she cums. He does not stop licking until her sounds subside. She is breathing heavily now. "May I cum too?" he asks hopefully. "No," she replies. Her tone is much softer now. She runs her fingers through his hair. "Not tonight." Monique and Simon Monique and Simon had been flirting for months now, and their physical attraction to each other was clear. They had met when she joined his rec league beach volleyball team, an atmosphere where the sexual energy was palpable. Simon was a modern-day player; six foot five with a lean, chiseled frame and model looks. At 33, Monique was six years Simon's senior, but gorgeous nontheless with a tight body honed from an athletic background and early mornings on the cross trainer. From the time they met, they had trouble keeping their eyes off each other. And as the best players on their co-ed team, they had formed a chemistry that left them hot for each other. The only problem - and neither viewed it as a problem, but more of a nuisance - was Monique's husband. Monique knew she had been at a crossroads with her husband for a long time. She had married Ed seven years prior, had a son, and tried to live happily ever after. But there were issues. When she met Ed, Monique was a somewhat vulnerable twentysomething - he had provided a warm, cuddly teddy bear to make her feel safe. As the years passed however, Monique had grown more independent, into a sexy, dynamic career woman. So when Ed was laid off from his job, it put added financial strain onto a marriage already suffering due to his weight gain, sexual dysfunction, clinginess and lack of confidence. For Simon, none of this mattered. He possessed all of the cocky arrogance you'd expect from a confident young urban entrepreneur who had parlayed a trust fund and short yet decent soccer career in Europe into a successful e-business. He'd never had a problem bedding women - by his count, he'd slept with over 300 of them, his confidence, good looks and money working every time. Monique presented a huge turn-on for him; a gorgeous MILF unsatisfied at home. Yet married women weren't something new to him - from previous experience, he found that the thrill factor and absence of commitment was intoxicating. And when he first saw Ed, he was stunned at how badly Monique had underachieved. He also knew it was only a matter of time before he got between her long, smooth legs. Once in a while, Ed would bring their kid to their beach volleyball games to watch, and one evening in particular the idea of surreptiously hitting on Ed's wife in the same vicinity of him was too tempting. Keeping an eye on Ed - sitting off to the side, his fat gut and manboobs stuffing his shirt - Simon casually said to Monique during their game, "Why don't we get together on Sunday?" It was the middle of a serve, so Monique couldn't answer anyways, but she was genuinely aroused by his boldness. She had considered cheating on her husband before - one time even creating a user ID on a dating web site - but had never felt there was a deserving candidate. With Simon however, it was all there. Tall, thin and confident. Late the following Sunday morning, Simon woke up in his bed next to Alicia. Alicia was a model - a stunning black woman, one of Simon's go-to booty calls. They had briefly dated in 2003, but neither had been too interested in commitment. However, their sex was intense, and it was common for them to hook up once in a while. Simon was about to reach over and begin fingering Alicia for an encore when his BlackBerry beeped. It was a text from Monique, reading "Did u still want 2 see me 2day?" Immediately, he lost interest in Alicia. Texting Monique back, he wrote, "Fo sure. Anything u wanna do?" "Want 2 c your loft" she responded almost immediately. When Alicia awoke, Simon told her he was getting ready to go and play soccer, and that she had to go. After she obliged, he showered and changed the sheets. An hour and a half later, Monique arrived. Wearing white short shorts and a skin-tight black polo shirt, Simon had to fight in becoming openly aroused. She was instantly impressed by the size and openness of Simon's loft, and the first sly thing out of her mouth was "Wow, the girls must love this place." Simon played the remark off and offered her a drink. Awkward conversation gave way to a relaxed banter as they each sipped on vodka and Red Bull. Monique was nervous, and perhaps even a little hesitant, but still secure in the reason she was there. "So I guess it doesn't really matter to you that I'm married, does it?" she asked, abruptly changing the topic. "No," Simon responded without a beat. "I think it's obvious you deserve better." Batting her eyes in a sultry manner, Monique retorted "So does that mean you're better?" "In one way I guarantee it," Simon concluded, leaning over and kissing her. Suddenly they were making out passionately and tugging at each other's clothes. Within seconds, Simon's manhood had rapidly swollen to attention, and Monique freed it from his shorts to reveal the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Not only that, it was the first upward-facing member she'd seen in a few years. Any reluctance she had left was now overpowered by her dizzying hornyness. "I knew you'd be huge," she gasped before wrapping her lips around the tip and going down on him. Overcome by the lead-up to all this, Simon came quickly ... maybe too quickly. "I hope you've got more where that came from," Monique whispered. "Are you kidding?" Simon gasped as he stood up and pulled her shorts off her long legs. "I can go all day. I'm not Ed." Monique was too turned on to feel guilt about the statement, and before she could really think about it Simon was sliding his long, thick column deep inside her. Either way, that's why she was there. She was unfulfilled by her meek husband, and Simon was about to give her what she had craved for years. She had never taken a cock this big, but what turned her on even more was the body behind it. Slim and lean, she knew what Simon said was true. They were both athletes, and the sex was going to be mind-blowing. "Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me Simon, you tall stud!" she yelled as he completely filled her. Starting with slow, languid strokes, Simon teased Monique as her tight pussy filled with moisture, her juices leaking down to her ass. As his slow movement became more and more torturous for her, she forced him upwards and threw him backwards on the sofa. Then, straddling him, she began impaling herself on his rock-hard shaft. She groaned as she lowered herself onto him, taking his full nine inches inside her. Starting to rock back and forth, it wasn't long before her rapidly intensifying moans filled the cavernous loft. Just like that, Monique came hard, and she arched her back and purred with delight as her vaginal muscles tightened around his cock. Simon was fighting to save his load, and knowing this was likely her first orgasm in a long time he decided to give her a finish to remember. Moving onto the floor, he took her into a missionary position on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. But instead of lifting himself onto his hands and knees, he set himself onto his hands and toes, with her ass suspended in mid-air and her smooth legs over his shoulders. There was no teasing now; it was hardcore fucking. As he thrusted in and out of her like a jackhammer, the rug slid forward, but Simon kept perfect control. Monique's moans quickly became screams, so much so that he paused to lock her in a kiss in an effort to keep his neighbors from hearing the obvious. Yet they were so close to climax that he sat her back down on the rug and pounded her into ecstasy. Her pussy started to violently contract, and she screamed his name as her juices squirted far out of her, all over his legs. Of all the women he'd slept with, he'd never had a woman as loud as Monique, but the two of them were so lost in lust that it just seemed natural. Simon himself groaned out loud as he pulled his cock out of her tight, soaked snatch and ejaculated a wide load all over her tits, stomach, torso and pussy. Monique's entire body rapidly turned a bright hue of pink as she basked in her orgasm, and she automatically began rubbing the semen all over body. "Oh my god, that was the greatest fuck of my life," she gasped as she lathered Simon's essence from her neck down to her thighs. Despite a few moments of awkward silence afterwards, Monique and Simon showered together and fucked again on the bathroom floor. At around 5:00 she went home to Ed, who was none the wiser.