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Discovering Charlotte

By: twynn2257



I had no idea what she had in mind. I got a text message telling me I should book a room. And to book it in Atlantic City. She gave me the dates, but not much else. When Charlotte tells me to book a room, I book a room just about as fast as I can. But we have history in AC. Good history. So by the time I get my wallet out, I was already at the Taj's website. 

You see, this all started a few weeks ago. I was at work bored out of my mind as usual. And as usual, I start thinking about Charlotte. Unfortunately, I can't think about Charlotte for too long before I start thinking about Charlotte. That can be occasionally inconvenient; especially when I'm at work. I sometimes have to stay seated behind my desk when I've been fantasizing about Charlotte for too long. At least into the image passes.

On this one particular occasion, I just couldn't get her out of my head. I tried. I really did. I even picked up that report on Microbial Forensics that had been sitting on my desk. It was just about the most boring thing I could think of. Surely that would get my mind off sex. But when I came across the word "germ," I read it as "sperm." And when I read the word "glass," I saw "ass." 

And while we're on the topic, I need to take a minute to make a statement about Charlotte's ass. It is quite possibly, the sexiest thing in the world. I for one, have never seen anything like it. I could try to describe it, but words won't do it any justice. It is impossibly big. Completely disproportional to the rest of her body and thus, unbelievably curvaceous. It makes an hourglass look as straight as a ruler. It is so perfectly round that even after seven years of doing the things I've done to it, I still lust after it, and her, as the day I first met Charlotte. 

To make a long story short, I end up reaching for my phone and look to text some nasty messages to her. It's a ritual we've established over the years, but one I just can't shake. I love it when we go back and forth and talk about all the things we'd like to do to each other. Texting is unbelievably hot, and despite all the high profile cases of people accidentally texting in the wrong places to the wrong people; I still can't help myself. My heart still skips a beat when the phone buzzes. If I see the text ID as being someone else, I'm crushed. But if it's Charlotte, and she's in the mood, man, it's a great day. For me, getting dirty messages from her must be what an alcoholic feels like when he gets his first glass of Scotch. It completely stands me to attention. Suddenly, no matter what I'm dealing with, nothing is very important anymore. I don't stress about anything. I just sit back and fantasize with her for the next few minutes about the next time we're together.

There's something about texting that I can't explain. The funny thing is, we'd never say half the things we've texted out loud. Even after seven years, there are things I couldn't bring myself to say face to face. But for some reason; texting just brings that out in me. It gives me a freedom that eliminates any measure of self-doubt or embarrassment. 

Even as disconnected and cold as technology can be, it can also be the catalyst that removes our insecurities. Over the years, we've used it to explore each other in a way that we wouldn't have ever done just talking. In fact, the first time I got the courage to ask her for a pair of her dirty panties was through text. Even to this day, we still reserve the nastiest conversations for our phones. 

On this particular instance, it just so happened that she didn't respond. Two minutes, three, four. Damnit. She must have been at a meeting. I put the phone down and try to concentrate on that damn report but before I know it, the double helix starts looking like the double curves of her ass cheeks. Not only can I not concentrate, I'm really starting to see things. It seems to get wider, as if shifting to the same impossibly wide proportions of her ass. 

I throw down the report. I go back to my phone to find she still hasn't texted me. Damn. It's driving me crazy. So just like any good red-blooded American, I decide I'm just going to have to scratch this itch by looking at some online porn. It usually only makes things worse, but what the hell? It wasn't like I was going to get any work done anyways. 

Watching porn on your work computer is about the dumbest thing you can do. Which of course, is why the smartphone was invented. Yes it can make phone calls, but more importantly, you can use it to watch porn. Unfortunately, it's not quite the full 24" inch screen that I'm accustomed to so instead of typing in a web address, I accidentally type in a google search. And instead of clicking on the right link, I accidentally click a pop-up ad. And wouldn't you know it, it's an online sex shop. 

Just as I hit the back button, I see a gorgeous piece of glass. It's cobalt blue, shaped like a bullet, and perfect for Charlotte's ass. I suddenly get this picture of the last time I was behind her. She was bent over the bed and screaming at me to "just fuck her." 

I had wanted to go down on her first but her urgent scream and one look at that beautiful ass was all I needed to get myself inside of her. And as I slammed her pussy, I saw how her asshole tightened; just a tiny bit. It was enough to send shivers through me. And I remember at the time thinking how much I wish I had a dildo I could shove into her ass while my cock took her pussy. 

A dildo just like the one I was seeing on my phone. A smooth cobalt blue glass dildo that tapered beautifully. So precisely. So perfect for insertion. I stare at the thing wishing it were in my hands. I can almost feel the smooth glass. God how I wished I had it the last time I was plowing into her. How I could make her scream hitting both holes at once with that thing. 

Before I have a chance to figure out what I'm doing, I'm pulling out my wallet. 

And by the time I'm finally typing my credit card number into the browser of my phone, my shopping cart has three dildos, a vibrator and some other assorted goodies. I pause for a second before I realize, what the hell is she going to think if I just send her a box of this stuff?

Then again, it's Charlotte. I know exactly what she's going to think. I smile just as I push the "submit" button. 

Fast forward two weeks later and she's texting me to book a trip to Atlantic City. Charlotte and I have been together for a long time. There are some ways that we can still surprise each other but for the most part, we know each other as well as we know ourselves. So I didn't take more than thirty seconds to decide on the Grand Suite at the Taj Majal. A soaring tower on the boardwalk that would put us on the 30th floor overlooking the Atlantic. It's expensive, but in December, the place is dead enough that we get a good enough rate that I'm able to book an extra night. 

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The four hour drive from DC to Atlantic City is almost schizophrenic. At one moment, I feel like we can't get there fast enough and at the next; time seems to fly by. It's always this way with Charlotte. The anticipation kills me, but getting there is always part of the fun. Every time I'm with her my day is a little bit brighter, my week a little bit shorter. 

The down side to that of course, is that when I'm with her, I don't want time to move. I want to freeze the moment. But alas, the car ride is over all too quickly and I suddenly find myself dragging our travel bags to the 33rd floor. Like all casinos, you can't actually get to your room unless you walk across the casino floor. It's determined to sway you from wanting to stay in your room too long. 

Believe it or not, there have been occasions where we've spent days together without even thinking about sex. That's the great thing about Charlotte, she stimulates my mind and my body. So even as I pull up to the suite, I haven't been able to figure out whether this was one of those times where we were in AC to gamble, or to act like rabbits. Three nights is a little longer than our usual trips. Truth be told, my desires get the best of me but once she relieves me, I'm usually okay for a few days. So over the years, we've settled on just going away for a quick overnight when it's just about sex.

When we want to spend non-sex time together, we stay longer; just to enjoy each other's company. The way she was acting in the car tonight, I was starting to think this was one of those trips. I had floated some soft lobs to get her talking about sex, but she had batted them away. I'm not disappointed, we'd still have sex. But this trip had the feel of being about more than just sex. And I was okay with that. 

Just as I'm about to slip the keycard into the door, she places her hand over mine; standing so close to me that I can smell her breath. We've been driving in the car for four hours so it takes on a stale aroma. It doesn't turn me off. Instead, it does the opposite. I love everything about Charlotte; including how she smells. 

"You know I love you right?" She purrs. 

"Of course, baby."

"So whatever happens, you'll know I still love you right?"

"What are you talk-"

Before I even have a chance to finish my sentence, she pulls the door handle and pushes me into the room. It's a little less than what you would call a shove; but a lot more than a lover's touch. It surprises me enough to send me sprawling head first. I lose my balance and catch myself just as I go careening into the couch. I hit the arm of the couch and spill over it. I'm still bent over when I hear a smacking sound and it takes me a second before I realize it's her slapping my ass. I don't feel anything for a second and then the sting of it spreads through my rear. 

"Baby, what the hell?" I ask.

Once again I feel her hands on me as she pushes my top half down. She's intent on keeping me bent over the couch.

"I want this ass," she says as she grabs my hips and slams herself into me. She grinds me from behind. Hard. One of her hands make its way from my hips towards the front of my jeans. The other snakes up under my shirt and grabs at my nipple. I arch my neck and feel her tongue caressing my neck, just behind the ear. Even in my confusion, her hot breath makes me hard and I strain against the fabric of my jeans. 

"What are you up to?" I ask, a little less outraged now that I'm turned on. 

"Did I slap too hard?" she asks me sheepishly. Suddenly it's sweet Charlotte again and I can't help but relent.

"It's okay, baby. It didn't hurt."

She continues to kiss my ear and whispers, "I'm sorry. I just can't help myself when I'm around you." Even after seven years and countless sex acts, Charlotte and I have maintained an almost impossible level of desire. It amazes me that, even now, we act like teenagers coming home from the prom. Smack! 

This time it hurt. My cheek was still stinging from the first time and a part of me gets a little angry. Enough that I break her hold and am able to turn myself around. Only, when I see her smile, a small wicked little thing, the feeling passes. She has a look on her face that tells me I shouldn't get mad. That I'm going to want what happens next. Damn her. 

Before I can say anything she puts both hands on my shoulder and gives me a maternal kiss on my forehead. "Shhhh." She motions for me to sit on the couch and I do; my behind still stinging. 

"That was for sending sex toys to my house."

It suddenly dawns on me what this is all about. I had completely forgotten about that damn package. I had made the purchase on a whim and it never occurred to me it might make her feel cheap. I kick myself.

"Oh I thought-"

"What am I, your personal slut?"

"I didn't mean to-" 

She's standing over me now and she puts a finger to my lips. "Shhhh." She says again. 

Her hair falls over my face as she leans closer and I catch a faint whiff of perfume. It tickles my face and she starts teasing me again with that tongue to the side of my neck. Just below my ear now. I can't tell if she is either mad or horny. Or maybe both. I try to say something and as I part my lips, she slides the finger that shushed me into my mouth. 

Now she's biting my ear and I get the sense the crisis has passed. My hands reflexively reach out for her ass but she pushes them away. 

"Just sit there. Aren't you in enough trouble already?"

"But baby..." I start to whine. 

In one quick motion she pulls the finger out of my mouth and slaps me. Not hard. Not an I'm-pissed-at-you slap. But it's not playful either. I gape in shock. She keeps her hand there, cradling my cheek. In our entire relationship, she has never once done that. I am completely speechless.

"Shhhh." she says again and goes back to kissing my neck. "I think you need to know how it feels to be a slut." 

Without another word, she climbs on top of me. Charlotte spreads her legs far enough to straddle me, but not enough to allow my cock to grind against her. It's horribly evil. She holds the back of my head with both hands and it's then that I realize this might be a long night. I close my eyes and lean my head back. I think she means to kiss me but instead of finding her mouth, I feel a wet dollop of spit hitting me on my lips. I open my eyes to see a string of saliva tracing back to her sweet, evil smile. 

Instinctively, I open my mouth and the second I do, I get a mouthful of fresh saliva. I savor it. It's warm and slick and all Charlotte. I love it and each time I taste her mouth all I want is more. Her spit is just an extension of that. I try to rise to meet her lips but she pulls away. The quick motion draws the line of saliva across my face and then she descends on me. A fury of kissing, licking and sucking. My eyes, my cheeks, my neck, my ears. She kisses and licks every part of my face. Every part but my lips. I so desperately want her tongue in my mouth but she avoids it. Switching from one side to the other with a deft maneuver that avoids my hungry mouth. 

She has both hands on the sides of my head, her fingers buried deep into my long hair. When I misbehave, or even slightly move counter to her plan, she pulls my head back by the roots of my hair. Sitting over me now she does just that. She's grabbing my scalp with both hands as she pushes her breasts together. For the first time tonight, I get a good luck at her cleavage. They strain against the buttons of her blouse. It's not unlike the strain my cock feels against my own jeans. She has huge breasts that perfectly complement her huge ass. 

These are the things I've always loved about Charlotte. Never ending curves that I'd happily spend the rest of my days exploring. After seven years, you'd think I'd have discovered every part of her but I don't get the sense I've even scratched the surface. Tonight is a good example of that. She's been wild before, actually she's always wild in bed, but tonight is a different beast altogether. I've not ever seen her take control as she has and I find it makes me insane with desire. To let her take control of both mind and body.

With her breasts directly in my face, I lick my lips and stare directly into the exaggerated curves of her body. I move to unbutton her blouse but Charlotte knocks my hand away just as she slaps my face again. With the glaze of her spit, it makes an impossibly loud noise. For a second I see a quick flash of regret in her eyes before she recovers and is in control again. I'm glad to see it. Whatever she's thinking, she has to know that this is driving me crazy. Even as the moment passes, the sting on my cheek fades. And just like last time, she doesn't pull her hand away after making contact. Instead, she massages my cheek.

"Oh poor baby." she coos and before I know it, her thumb is in my mouth. I suck it like a pacifier and it seems to placate her. 

"Do you feel like a slut?" she asks. Apparently it's a rhetorical question because as I try to answer, I get her other thumb in my mouth. She holds my face steady, a thumb hooked into each side of my mouth. She dribbles more spit down on me and I catch most of it. It makes me squirm, bringing my bottom half to life. I strain to push my cock against her but she just lifts away from me. 

"Don't." She warns. Her face is stern and the in-control Charlotte is back in full force. 

I try to say something but can't. The look on her face stops me cold and I feel another wet spray across my face. Just flecks of spittle now, but still enough that I feel its warmth on my skin. It's important to know that if anybody but Charlotte did this to me, I'd be completely disgusted. And very angry. 

The thought of anybody spitting in my face is unthinkable. But for some reason, like so many other things, when she does it, it's not just okay. It's sexier than hell. I've long known that there's nothing about her I don't find attractive. I like the way she looks, the way she tastes, the way she smells. I've said before that she's taken to giving me her dirty panties. What I do with them is a story for another time, but needless to say, it makes the times we're apart very bearable.

There's an end table next to the couch and on it, there's a bottle of Champagne. Charlotte grabs it without saying a word or moving off me. Even for a second. While I watch, she rips the aluminum and pops the cork. I hear it land somewhere on the other side of the room and as the liquid bubbles over, she moves it to over my lips. 

It's refreshingly cool, but much of it drips off the side of my face, soaking my shirt. She takes a swig herself and as she does so, she uses her free hand to rip her blouse open. I hear one button ping against the window while another skips across the wood floor. My hands immediately go to her breasts and start kneading them. I'm a little nervous I might get slapped for it, but I can't help myself. She takes another swig of the champagne and says,

"That's right slut. Time for you to do some work now."

With a practiced motion, I reach around and unclasp the lace bra. It sounds a lot easier than it is to do. Charlotte's breasts strain the clasp and it's taken me years to perfect the move. I'm instantly rewarded as they come tumbling from their restraints. To this day, I still gasp when I see them. So round, so big, so perfect. As I bring them to my lips, I feel a wetness from above and taste more Champagne. 

When I look up, I realize it's not coming from the bottle but her mouth. I watch her take another swig and then, keeping it in her mouth, swish it as if it were Listerine. She's making sure that it's not just Champagne I'm drinking. She holds her right breast out and slowly, ever so slowly, she let' out a stream of liquid. I immediately bring my mouth to her waiting tit and suckle it like a baby. It's warm and incredibly erotic. Sensual even. I drink it all up as if my life depends on it. I immediately feel warm all over and I'm wondering if it's the alcohol rushing through me or something else. There are times when Charlotte can make me feel that good without anything but a kiss from her lips.

As she finishes, there's a stringy tendril of saliva that hangs from her mouth. I move to get at it and unbelievably, she brings it back into her mouth with a quick sucking motion. As I look up, she smiles and then makes like she's going to spit. She cocks my head forward and bring her face level with mine. Our lips touch and then she moves back just a few inches. Her eyes motion at me to open my mouth and as I do so, I close my eyes and hear her spit. Loud and wet and incredibly warm down the back of my throat. I simply can't take it anymore and pull her into me. At long last our tongues touch and we begin devouring each other. The kiss is so wet, so nasty, that when our lips move apart, they are still connected with saliva. Her face glistens with it and I have to imagine I'm completely covered. 


Discovering Charlotte Pt. 02



There are some men that want a woman to be perfectly clean. As if she has just stepped out of the shower every time she gets in bed with him. It's a ridiculous fantasy and I only know because I used to be one of these men. 

Until I met Charlotte. I don't really have a good understanding of why that is, only that I know she can't ever be too dirty for me. I've never thought this way about anybody. You're not supposed to like how someone smells. But when I'm with Charlotte, I want her exactly as I find her. I don't want to taste her perfume. I want to taste her. 

Over the years, I've developed a fairly unhealthy obsession with her body and part of that obsession includes the way she smells. Not that she smells much at all. In fact, Charlotte's the cleanest woman I've ever been with. It amazes me. And sometimes, it frustrates me.

But every once in a while, she gives me that natural, dirty side of her. I absolutely love it when she hasn't had a chance to clean herself up. When spontaneous desire overrides any other consideration. There is an inexplicable intimacy in knowing your lover's dirtiest parts. Knowing that you want her so bad there's nothing, certainly not something so small as an unclean smell, that would keep you from her body. 

It's really easy to kiss someone when they've just showered. Anybody would do that. But it's true desire that makes you want your lover's dirty body. To put your lips where they're not supposed to go. To put your tongue into every crack and crevice. To savor the taste of salt and skin. To breathe deep a smell that, when it comes from your lover, is no longer dirty but sweet. 

I love Charlotte's body. If she hadn't showered for a week, I'd still happily lick every inch of her. And yes, if you're wondering, that includes all of her dirty parts. Especially her dirtiest parts. And I'd probably cum doing it. 

When she gives herself over to me like that, when there is no hesitation or insecurity, it's like something breaks inside of me. It's a damn that cracks open; and when it does, pure lust pours out. It fills me up. It turns me into a wild animal.

I can think of nothing sexier than all five of my senses being assaulted by Charlotte. And that's really what it comes down to. Knowing that every part of my consciousness is consumed by her. That there is not one part of my waking mind that isn't completely engulfed with her essence. The sounds she makes, the way she looks, the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her body. 

So it's not a surprise that I'm completely delirious when she gets down on her knees in front of me, straddling my legs. She pooches her ass up in front of my face and stretches her body out to grab each of my ankles. 

I can hardly move. Not just because she has my legs pinned, but because I am so overwhelmed. I can't stop but just stare at her gyrating ass. It's as if I'm in my own private porn movie. I can feel her breasts bouncing on my cock but I hardly notice. 

I simply cannot believe that this is happening. That it is happening to me. I briefly think of all the porn I've watched in my life and quickly decide I'd pass on all those women for just five minutes of this. I feel as if I am in a drug-induced state. A hyper-reality where all my deepest and darkest fantasies have come to life with a stunning clarity. 

But it's her smell that brings me back. It's that delicious mix of her pussy and ass that reminds me I'm not watching porn. That this is real. That I will be putting my lips and tongue to the parts of her that lips and tongues are not meant to go. Let the pornstars have their completely sterilized sets. I want Charlotte just like this. With pussy and ass smelling exactly like what pussy and asses are supposed to smell like. I breathe in deeply, savoring the real Charlotte. My Charlotte. 

I don't know how long I sit there, just breathing her in. My eyes are half closed and don't realize she's shaking her ass at me. Looking back at me. "Well?" 

I look up at her, dumbfounded. "What?"

"You wanted to get it out. Now go get it." She reaches back and yanks her thong to one side, the dildo slightly pushing out for just a second before her ass swallows it up again. The in and out motion burns into my brain and I know I'll remember that image for the rest of my life. I put two fingers on the base and push it in slightly. It evokes a gasp. 

The base is small. A smooth round piece of glass not bigger than a fifty cent piece. I give it a little tug and feel just how tightly it is wedged into her ass. It makes me instantly jealous. I want that to be my cock. I start pulling at it, but Charlotte's voice stops me in my tracks.

"No."

"You don't want me to?"

She turns her head to look back at me and with a stern voice asks, "Are you my slut?"

I turn away from her piercing gaze for a second to look at her ass. That beautiful ass with a piece of glass shoved inside of it. It's enough for me to respond without thinking. "Yes!"

"Then use that pretty slut mouth of yours."

My mouth drops open. In all the time we've been together, I've never known her to have such a filthy mouth. Didn't actually think she was capable of it. 

"Come on, slut." She backs her ass all the way up to me now and it's only a matter of leaning down a few inches before my face is buried.

There is a theory that dogs sniff each other's behind because they are attracted to the pheromones located there. I don't know if this is true or not. But I don't really care. It very well may be the pheromones, but all I can smell is Charlotte's sweet and sexy ass. It completely engulfs me. 

Charlotte's been sitting in a car for a long four-hour drive after an even longer workday. She hasn't showered since this morning and she's had a dildo jammed in her ass for I don't know how long. Of course she was going to smell nasty. And she knew it. But she also knows me.

The only hesitation I have is to enjoy the moment. But of course, I don't last a minute. Not even ten seconds before my face is on her. I lick both of her cheeks, focusing on the areas around the dildo. I kiss, I bite, I suck. The smell of her overwhelms me. The delicious mix of her pussy and ass is completely gone now. All I smell is ass. Filthy, sweaty, dirty. It's my drug. 

And just like any addiction, only the addict can understand the need for it. It is impossible to explain the compulsion. At that moment, I don't care. I lose all self control. All self respect. I indulge myself unashamedly. 

As hot as it is to know her ass has been stuffed for the past several hours, I am desperate to get the damn thing out of my way. I've let loose enough spit and saliva to cover the entire length of her ass crack and so I lean in and wrap my teeth around the base of the glass. I give it a slight tug and somewhere, very far away, I can hear her moaning in delight. I do it again, harder this time. The moan gets louder and there's more give. 

Just to give her a little of what she's given me, I bring my face forward, jamming the plug back into her ass; deeper than it had been before. "Ohhh!" The noise she makes is one of genuine delight. I mentally pat myself on the back for surprising her and then tug back just as Charlotte is still moving forward. 

The dildo suddenly slips free and Charlotte makes a sound like nothing I've ever heard before. Somewhere between relief and orgasmic release. She leans all the way forward and I get a quick glimpse of her asshole, still gaping open before the movement snaps the thong back into position. The sight drives me crazy. 

I take the dildo from my clenched teeth and place it next to me. As much as I enjoy it, it's so overpowering next to my nose it makes me light headed. Charlotte reaches back and puts her middle finger right down the crack of her ass moving it to the spot where the dildo had been. She says, 

"God, that felt good in my ass, baby." She's practically pushing the red cloth inside of her ass, stretching it as far as it will go. I watch, my hand furiously pumping away at my cock. 

Charlotte crawls off of my legs and stands just for an instant. Long enough to pull off her panties before she positions herself to straddle me. 

She briefly brings them to her nose and says, "God, these smell awful," and before I have a chance to respond, she straddles me. Her hot pussy slides down the shaft of my cock and I instantly feel the furnace inside of her. Charlotte's pussy is so wet it makes a slopping sound as she makes her way down to the base of my cock. 

I lift my face up to kiss her but what I get instead is a face full of panties. Dirty panties.

I buck my hips in response. Hard. She cries out as I thrust into her and she rides me for a few strokes before she says, 

"Come on baby. See how wet you made me." She pushes the panties against my lips. It's like a satin kiss, they are soaking wet and it's clear that this is part of them that were pushing against her pussy just a few minutes ago. I kiss them delicately, enjoying the slight taste of pussy on my lips. 

She pushes them past my lips and I get a mouthful of pussy-soaked panties. I start thrusting hard again but this time, she slows me down. She whispers, "shhh."

I look up, the panties still clenched between my teeth as she tugs the part hanging out of my mouth. She flips it this way and that until she finds what she's looking for. 

I understand now why Charlotte was working so hard to push them into her asshole just a few seconds ago. She's made especially sure that the part that had practically been inside of her is now inside-out. "You haven't even got to the good part yet."

She flips it over as she brings it to my face when suddenly, she wrinkles her nose. The look of sly lust on her face vanishes. I look up questioningly and she says, "Oh God, oh baby. I'm sorry. These are too dirty. Oh don't." 

She pulls them out of my mouth and replaces them with her lips. 

"Wait. What?" I ask when our lips part. "Why did you take them away?"

There are times when Charlotte gets serious about things and there are times when she is playing coy. I honestly can't tell this time. I kiss her lips and say, "It's okay baby. I just want you."

"That's good baby. You wouldn't want those nasty panties near your face, would you? I mean, they smell really bad."

I sigh deeply, not knowing how to respond. I actually did, but I don't want her to become self-conscious after all we've done. I didn't want to lose the moment either. I use both of my hands to pull her closer to me and she leans back. Her eyes are half closed and she starts making a keening noise that always lets me know when she's about to cum. I thrust harder. 

"Oh ...Oh...Fuck me harder."

I comply, pulling her down as I thrust up. 

"Oh yea baby. Yes. YES. Oh it's so good like this."

Even harder now. In the back of my mind, I start cautioning myself that in a few minutes, I might not be able to stop.

She starts to pick up my rhythm and we move in perfectly timed unison. I pump up, she thrusts down. I pump up, she thrusts down.

Pump, thrust. Pump, thrust.

"You didn't want those panties baby." Pump.

"They were disgusting." Thrust.

"They smelled so bad." Pump. Thrust. Pump. Thrust.

She brings her head down next to my ear and whispers, "I could SEE how dirty they were."

Pump. Pump. Pump.

"You're so nasty baby. But you wouldn't have wanted to SEE that." She emphasizes the word see again and I practically lose my mind. 

She finally slows down and brings the panties back up, unfolding them in front of me. 

"No way you want these in your mouth. Let me show you."

She turns them inside out and takes one end with each hand and stretches them in front of my face. I instantly see what she means but instead of recoiling I say, "Oh baby, Oh my God baby."

The thin string of material that straddled her ass, the part that she had purposefully put inside of her ass, now stretches in front of our faces. I hesitate for just a second before I lean forward.

She maneuvers the dirtiest part of the panties right under my nose and says, "Leave it right there. Leave it right there you nasty slut." She keeps the panties hooked on her thumbs as she grasps both sides of my head. 

Keeping me at arm's length, she begins a series of thrusting motions, her grip on my head getting tighter and tighter. She is practically rubbing the panties into my nose but it hardly matters anymore. I'm completely engulfed in her smell. She continues her rant, "You nasty...you nasty...oh my god you nasty fucking slu---hhh, slu-h, s-, shit. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit." 

She finishes her orgasm with my head still tight between her hands. It's one of her small ones and she recovers rather quickly. It's not enough for her to stop gyrating on my cock, even as she's getting herself ready for the next one. I have an insane urge to kiss her but for now, she's still holding my head away from her; the panties stretched taut across my face. I'm so horny now that my hips start bucking without me noticing. 

"Don't you cum. Don't you fucking cum." She practically screams these words at me and spittle from her wet lips fly at my face. Sadly, this turns me on even more, but I regain enough self-control to slow myself down.

"Why the hell does this turn you on so much?" Regular Charlotte is back. She's genuinely curious. I of course, have absolutely no answer to that question. 

"Oh baby, it smells so good." I say.

"No. It doesn't. It smells like...like...it smells like..sh-."

"Charlotte." I finish for her. "It smells like my Charlotte and I fucking love it." This time, I can't stop myself. I want to let her dominate me, but I need this kiss. I reach out and hold her face the way she holds mine and bring her into me. She offers absolutely no resistance and, beyond my wildest imaginings, she kisses me with the panties between our faces. Passionately. Violently. 

We pause only to take deep breaths through our noses. We inhale the scent. We savor it. Before long, she lets go of the panties and it falls down towards our hungry mouths. We kiss each other through the fabric. Our tongues poke at it. Lick it. Push through it. They probe the fabric for one another. 

The taste of it fills our mouths. God this is so nasty. As I think this, she says it out loud. 

"So fucking nasty," she pants.

"Yes. Baby." We kiss harder. She rocks harder. 

"It's fucking disgusting." She says, as she picks herself up and plops herself back down over my cock. It makes a smacking sound. Smack. Smack. Smack. It's a very wet noise.

"So why's my pussy so wet?" 

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Why am i- i- i- cu-..fuuuuuuuck! Suddenly, she is screaming in ecstasy. She cums louder and longer than I have ever heard her cum. Her mouth is full of obscenities. "Fuck. Shit. Mother. Shit. Fucker. Shit. Slut. "

It drives me crazy when she cums this violently. It makes me want to release and every ounce of my willpower is needed to make sure I don't. Even with an orgasm this size, I know she's not done. That she's going to need more. And she's indulged me so much already, how can I disappoint?

Her head drops down on my shoulder as her body goes from shaking to a low grade tremor. With her face next to my ear, I can still hear her muttering cuss-words underneath her breath. It sounded like, "What the fuck". She pulls the panties from my mouth and throws them across the room. Charlotte looks at me, dazed and confused; as if this is the first time she has ever experienced an orgasm. 

Finally, with a bit of embarrassment, she asks, "Why...why did I cum so hard?" I don't know what to tell her, but she isn't kidding. I can feel the sloppy wetness around the base of my cock. Her pussy is leaking like a hose. I answer by pulling her in close and kissing her. When our lips part, she leans forward again and I think she's going in for another kiss. But instead, she stops and sniffs. 

"Can you smell it? Your face still smells like ass."

"Yes baby."

"You don't mind?"

"You didn't seem to."

She sniffs again. But this time, it turns into a kiss. "I like that you like it."

"I think you liked it a little more than that." I respond. 

She blushes a bit as I say it and we kiss again. This time it's more of a lover's kiss. Not nearly as bestial as before. 

"God you turn me on." Before too long, the kisses get more aggressive and she starts that gyrating motion again. Charlotte tends to cum a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean she can cum a dozen times in one hour. The first time I was with her, I thought she was faking it. Over the years, I've found out that Charlotte never fakes. As long as there's a hard cock in the room, she's going to keep cumming. I love this about her. She quite literally, cannot get enough. 

"What are you gonna do now? My panties are all the way over there."

"I don't need them to cum." I start pumping my hips up. 

She responds by pooching her lower lip in mock sadness and says, "You don't like my ass anymore?"

"Of course I do baby."

"Was it too smelly?"

"No baby, it was so hot." I am getting so excited. She is driving me crazy with that a coquettishly sweet voice. 

"But...but...there were...they were..."

"Yes baby."

"You love me that much?" 

"Yes baby." I whisper this next part into her ears. "I love you so much I'd lick your stained panties."

Her eyes widen at that word and she kisses me so deeply I think she might be trying to swallow my tongue. Her moment of insecurity is gone. She's satisfied with my assurances and now confident Charlotte is back. 

"But you didn't cum. It was right there in your face and you didn't cum." She says this last part the way a six year old whines. 

"I'm gonna cum now baby." I pump even harder, but she's not responding with her own thrusts yet. She's still having fun with me. 

"I don't think you should get to smell my ass anymore. It didn't make you cum." More whining. I almost expect her to say, "So there."

"Baby, I loved it. I love you." I'm desperate to get her to start thrusting her hips. I really, really want to cum.

"Tell me you love my ass."

"I love your ass baby."

"Tell me you love my big ass."

"I love that big fucking ass."

"Tell me you love it when it smells."

"I love it especially when it smells."

"You want it to stink?"

"YES!" "A lot?" 

She finally begins to start thrusting. Much to my relief. Now the Q and A is timed to our pump and thrust rhythm. Her questions drive me crazy. Hell, the evil sound in her voice is driving me crazy. 

"As dirty as it'll get."

"And you'll still kiss it?"

"Yes baby. Always. Yes."

She is grinding me hard now. So hard I think that either I have to cum or my head will explode. Just then she leans down and whispers into my ear, as if telling me a secret, "I like smelling my ass on your face. It's fucking hot."

And then it happens. There is a switch from lovemaking to wild panic. We move in frenzy. The kisses come from everywhere. From every direction. In between gasps of breath words tumble out of her mouth. 

"It makes you all nasty. You really are my nasty little slut. You FUCKING smell..." She pauses to lick up the sides of my face, "You fucking smell good."

We fuck like animals. It's the only way I can describe it. My back has been to the couch all of this time and now it's literally banging against the wall with a thump thump thump sound. Behind me, I hear what must be a hung picture crash to the ground. We both ignore it.

"You'll lick it baby? You'll lick my ass when it's this dirty?" The demure voice is gone. She's now full-on bitch mode now. 

"Oh baby. Yes. "

"I've had that dildo in my ass for hours."

"Oh baby."

"Now I feel so fucking dirty."

"I love you dirty."

"I want to be clean. You'll fucking lick it clean?"




Discovering Charlotte Pt. 02



"FUCK YES."

"Every night? Whenever I want?"

"Oh my god baby."

"Tell me!" 

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!"

She spits in my face for good measure. I'm not quick enough to see it coming and instead, feel a hot splash on my lips. I try to lick it off but her mouth is already there. Kissing me. No, not kissing. Licking me. Licking my face and my eyes and my ears. When she starts to suck my ear lobe, I start making uncontrollable "augh...ohh. Oh." sounds. They are incomprehensible. 

I've lost all sense. She continues her whispering rant. I can tell she's just saying the first thing that comes to her mind. It's the sexiest most commanding voice I have ever heard. "You'll fucking lick that ass anytime I want. You understand me? You'll lick and suck and fuck that ass with your tongue whenever I tell you. Do you understand me you little slut?"

I nod my head yes. It's all I'm capable of.

"Show me." Out of nowhere, she produces the buttplug I had pulled from her ass what seemed like an eternity ago. I had forgotten all about it. She puts it between our faces and, before either of us think too much about it, we both glide our tongues from the base of it all the way to the tip where our tongues meet. 

We kiss with it between us, as if we're giving it head. Then she takes it from me and makes me watch as she slides the entire thing into her mouth, giving it the kind of wet blowjob that only a pornstar could give. When she finishes, she puts it against my lips and makes me do the same. All the while, she continues her tirade of filth. 

"I'm gonna make you lick my ass all week. You think that cock is dirty baby? You like sucking on that dirty dick?"

She actually moves the base up and down with her hands to get me nodding yes. 

"Oh that's a good slut. You enjoy that ass, baby. It won't be this clean again."

She pulls the dildo out of my mouth and we kiss again. She proceeds all the way across my face and down by my ear before she says, 

"You're gonna get it so dirty baby. You're gonna get it right after I make it dirty." 

I cum.



Discovering Charlotte Pt. 03



We collapse in bed together. As my head hits the pillow, I replay the night in my head. Snapshots on fast-forward. The dirty panties. The plug she kept inside of her. Licking it. Licking it together. The smell of her everywhere. The taste of her everywhere. I relive the moment I cum inside of her. The orgasm she gets with my gush of cum. I remember softening inside of her. The feel of hot cum pouring out of her pussy as she gets up. It reminds me of the lust that pours out of my body as soon as I cum. I hate that feeling. 

Charlotte looks pretty slaked as well. Our eyes pass a knowing glance that say, "to be continued." At least for now, there's no possibility of going on. We're both exhausted.

She kisses me goodnight and then, to my surprise, starts to get out of bed. I grab her arm and give her a questioning look. She says, "I need to shower."

"Why?" I mumble, half asleep. 

"Because that's over now." 

"I don't want it to be ov...zzz." I can actually hear myself snore and I rouse up; just a bit.

"I'll be back in a minute." Her voice is a hundred miles away. I know she's left, but my mind doesn't quite register that she's gone. I continue to mumble, but then stop; realizing that even if I was being coherent, there's no one in the room left to hear me. The shower starts and I want to tell her not to, but it's no use. Sleep starts to overcome me. 

A tug on my arm brings me fully awake. I open my eyes and groggily, try to reacquaint myself with the waking world. My head buzzes from the champagne. I didn't think you could get drunk off Champagne someone's already drank, but I guess you can. There's ambient light coming from the outer suite that casts a soft glow across the room. It's still very dark outside. I look at the LED from the alarm clock and realize I've only been sleeping for an hour. It's 1:37 am.

Thoughts of what we just did come racing through my head and I'm almost embarrassed by the sheer lechery of the past few hours. I debate whether the whole thing hadn't been a dream. One really filthy dream. But the lingering smell on my face assures me it was not. I blush and am glad Charlotte isn't in the room to see it. There's a bit of shame that's attached to being so dirty. 

Speaking of which, where was she? The king-sized bed this room provides is the largest I've ever slept in. And that's saying a lot. Charlotte and I have slept in many, many beds. Big and small. There was a time that we spent weeks on company travel. The firm had gotten us two rooms, each with a bed smaller than a twin. We of course, sleep together every chance we get so, a twin it was. It turned out to be quite cozy. I'd be just as happy having Charlotte sleep on top of me so bed size has never been a concern. But this bed was outrageous. You could lie in any direction and still not touch the other person. 

So it didn't surprise me that waking up, I couldn't tell if Charlotte was even in the bed. I reach out to feel for her and it's the first time I notice something wrong. I can't move my arm. I try again, but I'm paralyzed. I literally can't move my arm. It feels impossible to lift. 

A panic rises in me and now I start to really wake up. I raise my other arm but get the same effect. I swing my head wildly, eyes scanning, trying to adjust to the half-dark. I'm fully awake now. The duvet is covering me so I can't see what's going on with my body. Thankfully, my legs still work and I start to kick the blanket off my body.

"Everything ok?"

"What's goin-"

Charlotte walks in from the bathroom. She's in stretch nylon tights and a matching black tank top. For it being 1:30 in the morning she looks really good. Even in the dark room, I can tell she's taken a shower and, has she done her hair? She knows how much I like it when she straightens her hair and wears make-up. I just have no idea what's going on. For a second, I forget that I can't move my arms and ask,

"Are you going somewhere?"

She smiles at me coyly. Even in the dim light, I can tell it's a little too coy. She yanks down the duvet and I am completely naked. Before I have time to be self-conscious about being totally naked I suddenly realize why I can't move my arms. Two long straps are pulling each of my wrists tight. The straps are long and stretch somewhere beneath the bed. 

"You seem a little tied up. You want me to come back?"

"NO! Baby? What the hell?"

Charlotte and I have incredibly large sex drives and it makes us the perfect couple. We both like having sex. A lot. In a lot of different ways. I can hold off on an orgasm for as long as she needs me to. We sometimes have sex for literally hours before I feel the need to let go. But the unfortunate side effect of having an oversized libido is when the crash comes, it comes hard. No pun intended. After I cum, I can barely see straight. My cock gets instantly soft and it stays in that state for quite awhile. We've never been able to overcome this simple biological fact. 

The worst part is, everything I thought was hot or sexy instantly evaporates. I get a little bit moody and the thought of doing anything sexual makes it worse. It's not a good place to be when you're with someone like Charlotte. 

I'm pretty sure I can keep her satisfied with the marathon sex sessions, but if she wants something more, she's out of luck. In all the time we've been together, she hasn't ever indicated that this was a problem, but we've both talked about how we wish we could keep having fun. When I'm horny, the thought of her cum-covered body is as sexy of an image as I can muster. 

When I do in fact, cover her body with my cum, I'm completely spent. Biology's curse I guess. If my brain didn't pump a crapload of endorphins when I came, Charlotte and I might actually fuck until we starve to death. 

But at this precise moment, I'm completely confused. Charlotte knows my limitations just as well as I do. It's unfortunate, but we've lived with them for a long time. She knows very well I'm not up for doing anything until at least tomorrow morning. 

I try to position my legs to cover myself. I bring my knees up and turn the lower half of my body. It's not as if Charlotte hasn't seen me naked a million times, but I don't like her looking at me when I'm flaccid. It makes me insecure when I'm not "full-sized." The way she has me splayed out, I feel unbelievably exposed and insecure. 

"Babe, I just don't think this is gonna work. Could you undo my-"

The look on her face isn't disappointment. In the half-dark, it kind of looks like anger. She says, 

"Put your damn legs down." She grabs each ankle and yanks them towards her. Hard. My legs extend fully from my body. I feel like I'm in the middle of some medieval torture.

"What the hell?"

She walks around the edge of the bed and sits down next to me. She places a finger on my lips and says "Shhh. Stop talking."

On her finger, I can smell the soft fragrance of Eternity, my favorite perfume. It's a stark contrast to the scent from a few hours ago. It has the intended effect. It calms me down; but just a little. 

"You were so nasty before," she coos, "What happened?"

"Baby, you know how this goes. I need to recharge."

"But you were being soooooo bad," she continues in that sing-song voice. Her hand slips down between my legs. Over the years, I've let her know she's not allowed to touch m after I've come. It's partly because I feel strange around her with it not rock hard. But it's also because my cock gets incredibly sore. Charlotte knows better, but she's taking advantage of the fact that I can't do anything about it. I do everything I can with my body language to let her know this is not okay. She completely ignores it.

"You did things I can't even say out loud." Her voice is completely exaggerated. Cute and bubbly. The world has turned upside down I think. Charlotte turns into a pumpkin at 11. She can't stay up this late. I have no idea what the hell is going on. 

"You begged me to spit in your mouth." There's a faux outrage in her voice. "You got off on sucking my spit." She continues, a half whisper, half-exclamation. "And the panties. You begged me for those panties. They were filthy. Completely disgusting. They were soiled." She emphasizes this last bit. Not that she needed to. 

"You put something like that in your mouth, what am I supposed to think?"

I get increasingly agitated. I can't stand quiet while Charlotte acts as if she didn't initiate everything. That she didn't force half those things on me. I say,

"Baby, what the fuck? You --"

The finger that was resting over my lips turns into the palm of her hand. She completely covers my mouth as she climbs all the way onto the bed with me. A strand of hair falls across my face and I catch a whiff of her shampoo. 

"eww me oo dozzz znngs" I try to talk through her hand and realize it's a mistake. She takes it away just long enough to bring it back as a smack to the side of my face.

"Bitch." I respond.

Another smack. "Don't call me that." 

I start to think that Charlotte is perhaps taking this too far, but then she smiles, and it seems to brighten the entire room. She leans down to kiss me and I smell that sweet, woody, Eternity perfume that I love so much. It makes everything better. I am still incredibly frustrated that my hands are tied down, but the kiss does make it better.

"Now, what were you saying?"

My head is spinning to come up with a response. The see-saw pendulum of her personality is confusing me. Driving me crazy. I remember I wanted to say something very badly just a minute ago; but the thought escapes me now. 

"What's that? I didn't hear you?" Her voice is so sweet in my ears.

"Well, if you're all done talking." Her hand slides back down between my legs again. And again, I'm powerless to stop her. I don't like the fact that she's touching me when I don't respond. I don't like disappointing her. I really wish I could be hard, but biology won't let me. I thought she understood that no matter how much coaxing, this wasn't going to happen again tonight. I finally manage to get some coherent thoughts into my head and say,

"Baby, you know that's not going to work."

"What's not going to work?"

"You know how I get after..."

"After what?"

"You know...after I cum."

"Oh you mean, you're not horny after you cum? That's not news baby."

"Then why am I tied up?"

Charlotte looks at me as if I'm stupid. "I just said. You're not horny after you cum." She says this last bit as if talking to a slow 12 year old. I give her a questioning look. I really don't understand what she's trying to say. Exasperated, she says, "And what were you doing coming anyways?"

"Baby, I don't understand what you're saying."

Another sigh. And then, "You came, and I wasn't finished."

"Baby, you came like three times!"

"Four actually, but that's not the point. I wanted to cum one more time." She says this last bit with that half-whine. I half to admit, it's incredibly cute. 

"And I really wanted you to lick my ass, but instead you went and got off on my panties. My really dirty panties."

I actually blush. Now that the moment has passed, the dirty panties seem to have been a step too far. I'm that 12-year old again who has just been caught masturbating. It's part of that post-orgasm ritual I go through. I feel guilty about everything. Especially being as dirty as Charlotte now seems intent on talking about. She doesn't realize this isn't going to help her cause. Still, with my hands tied, there's nothing I can do to stop her. 

"They made you cum, didn't they?" Her voice becomes prosecutorial again. When I don't answer, she yanks on my cock and repeats, "Didn't they?"

"Baby, we were-"

"Was it the smell?"

"I...I don't - "

"Or was it what you saw? It is isn't it? That's fucking nasty."

"I didn't cum then." I say quickly, just to make sure I can get a response in edgewise.

"Oh, so you didn't like it? My panties aren't good enough for you." She's making a furious circular motion on both my cock and balls. It's not doing anything for me and I can tell she's getting frustrated.

"You know I liked them baby."

"Well then you are a dirty slut." She works harder on my cock. "This isn't workin-"

"Tell me what you liked about them."

"I'm really sore baby...please... can you stop?"

"Tell me."

"Baby, you know why I liked them."

"Tell me."

"I ..I...I don't want to say. It's embarrassing."

Her hand drops below my balls now. Without even thinking about it, I bend my knees and bring them towards my upper body. I don't really want her playing with my ass right now, but there's a Pavlovian response when her hand moves down that far. That and I'm relieved she's not messing with my sore cock. 

"You know what I think?" Her voice suddenly slows. The middle finger of her right hand finds my asshole and rests on it; her palm face up as if she's flipping me off. "I think you're such a nasty slut you don't like me clean." She brings her face over mine, the hair sweeping down over my face. I smell the fresh scent of soap and perfume. It's lovely. 

She's completely wrong of course. I like Charlotte any way I can get her; and the fresh smells of a shower turn me on as well. Just not so soon after I've cum. 

"You don't like my perfume anymore do you?"

"I do baby. That's my favorite smell."

"No. It's not." She says this as two declarative sentences.

There's more pressure from her middle finger. I involuntarily suck in breath as she starts to break the barrier. 

"It's okay baby. I don't need you hard again." I can feel her inside of me now. "That's why you're all tied up."

"Baby... you know how I get after..."

"I've been busy." She says, completely ignoring me. She's up to her first knuckle now. "You passed out so quickly and I was still so horny." 

"Ugghmm." I grunt as I feel the second knuckle.

"So I tied you all up, so you can't deny me."

"Baby, you can't just -"

"I can. I strapped you all nice and tight so I can have my way with you." She sounds like the evil genius in the movies when they reveal the master plan. I wouldn't be surprised if she gives an evil laugh. Instead, she narrates as if she's telling a story.

"But then I thought, wouldn't it be nice if I got all clean and dolled up? It's late, but what the hell. I know how you like me all dressed up in the morning. So I took a long hot shower." She pauses and then says almost as an afterthought, "I smelled pretty bad."

"I made sure to scrub every inch of my body. Especially my, well you know, my privates." Suddenly she's Little Ms. Proper. It's a bit of a contrast knowing that she's gotten her finger all the way inside of me.

"I had to make sure I was clean." She stretches the word clean into two syllables with a valley girl accent. "So I took this finger," she wiggles the one inside of my ass, "and I put it all the way inside of me." As she says this, she plunges her finger deep into me. I make a noise, but she doesn't seem to notice. Or care.

"So then I blew dry my hair and I got all freshened up. She swings her hair in my face again and again, I take in a lovely mixture of Eternity and shampoo. She's going in and out of my ass now; but still, no reaction from downstairs. Instead, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. And the wrist straps don't help. She's gone through a lot of trouble, so I don't say anything. But I know I can't go much longer like this. It's uncomfortable and it's clear to me now that even Charlotte can't break mother nature's restriction. 

"And after all that, you know what happened?" I respond by shaking my head no. "I was all ready to come out here and fuck you." She jams her finger deep inside of me as she says the last two words. "I mean, I was going to fuck you really hard." She punctuates her words with a series of plunges deep inside of me. 

Still nothing.

"But then." The valley girl is back and so then becomes the-en. "I start to get that feeling." I respond with a quizzical look. Without taking her finger out of me, she throws one leg over my body (as if I could object), and straddles my stomach facing away from me. She looks back over her shoulder just to make sure I'm still paying attention.

"You know," she says shyly. Even still, she starts rubbing her pussy against my stomach. 

"I don't know," I say. I'm genuinely curious now. For the time being, I've forgotten about the restraints. I admire the way the stretch nylon of the fabric wraps around her big ass. When it stretches, it becomes slightly transparent. I have to pause just to admire just how big her ass is. It truly is a work of art. 

"You know. I had...to...You know."

"I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"... that feeling like...like, you have to go."

The grinding on my stomach suddenly stops, and as she says these last words, she turns away from me. I don't breathe. I don't move. I have no idea what's supposed to happen next. 

"Baby?"

"So, I guess..." she starts to say and then trails off again.

"What baby?"

"I guess..." I feel her scootching back towards my face. Just barely. It's almost imperceptible. 

"You guess what baby?" She won't face me now. Even as she talks, she doesn't turn her head in the slightest.

"I guess that shower was wasted."

"What? I ..."

"Sorry baby, I wasn't going to take another shower." With that, she scoots very deliberately all the way back on my chest. I instinctively go to stop her but realize my arms won't move. I'm completely trapped. She leans forward, much like the way she did when I removed the plug from her ass. Her hands run down my legs as she bends all the way over until she reaches my ankles. Long before her ass is anywhere near my face, I can smell it. 

"I cleaned up...but you know it can't ever get as clean as a shower."

There is no mistaking that smell. A dark pungent sweetness that fills my nostrils. It is much stronger this time. Before, it was like a mild scent in the air. This is thick enough to cut through the perfume that had been there a minute ago. It completely envelops my face. 

My heart drops. I'm completely torn. I know Charlotte is taking a huge risk. Putting herself out there. I don't expect that she can understand the Jekyll and Hyde difference between before and after I cum. But after all these years, she should know me better. The dirtiest talk. The dirtiest fantasies. They only serve to make me hornier when I'm already in that state. When I'm not, it does nothing for me. I don't have the heart to tell her to stop. But I know I can't let this go any further. I know that if I'm not 110% enthusiastic, she may never talk to me again. 

"Baby, I don't want this," I blurt out. It's all I can think to say. I immediately kick myself as the silence between us grows. My mind scrambles to find something else to add. Or to take it back. Maybe I could take it back.

Charlotte interrupts me before I can say anything else. She picks up and moves back another inch. Another blast of that smell. 

"I know you don't," She responds. "This isn't for you." She says this as if I'm stupid. The way you would talk to a dog if it gets too close to your food. "I told you I wanted my ass licked. You're lucky I'm wearing these at all." She snaps the elastic on the back of her tights to indicate what she means. The motion causes another waft of aroma that seems to only get stronger. 

I try and think of all the things I can say to her and then suddenly, I can't.

I'm covered in the complete blackness of her tights. She brings her enormous ass right over my face and settles the crack of her ass perfectly over my nose. The smell is everywhere. Trying to avoid that smell means not breathing. Breathing means inhaling Charlotte at her dirtiest. 

Each inhale is full of that scent. But that's only when I'm able to breathe. And there's not much of that going on. She's literally suffocating me with her ass. She rubs it up and down my face. She's saying something, but I only hear muffled sounds. With each stroke she lifts up just for a second, just enough time to catch my breath before she brings it back down on me. I open my mouth to say something but the only thing I get is a mouthful of ass. 




Discovering Charlotte Pt. 03



She finally bends over again, giving me an extended break. Neither of us speak and in the distance somewhere far away, I hear loud smacking sounds. But I just can't get over how badly her ass smells. I know I said a lot of things in the heat of passion a few hours ago, but I never thought Charlotte would take it so seriously. We've always talked dirty before, but there's a line that separates dirty fantasy talk with reality. And even if I did want this, the time to do it was before I came. Not after. Not when my dick is this sore. It just doesn't ...wait.

Why is my dick sore? I look around the side of her huge ass and see her head bouncing up and down. I can't actually see what she's doing but dear god, my cock is sore. And it suddenly occurs to me that it can't be sore unless it's hard.

It's incredibly frustrating to be in this position. I am completely blind. I have no idea what's going on with the lower half of my body. But now I feel Charlotte's strong grip around my cock. She's giving me the kind of hand job that when she finishes, will make my cock feel like it's been through a meat grinder. 

Suddenly, I want to see her sucking me off. I want to see the saliva running down from her mouth. I want to get out from behind this ass, but. No, actually, I don't. It's suddenly very big and round and sexy. I like this view very much. Why would I want to see anything else? I strain against the tie-downs. They are cheap sex store Velcro and I feel them give a little. But just a little. Not enough for me to actually do anything with my hands. I don't know how to respond. There's a logical part of me that says, no this isn't the kind of thing that does anything for me. At the same time, my cock is hard as a rock; something that until five minutes ago, I thought was virtually impossible. 

"Oh my god..." I mumble before the ass comes back down on my face again. Just long enough to remind me of exactly what it is we're doing. Or more accurately, what she's doing.

"You get off on my ass. You always have." She does it gently. Lifting up just enough to graze my nose and face. She isn't grinding down. Instead she slowly moves her bottom half from the top of my head down to my chin, barely touching my face as she does it. 

"All those times you took my panties...I know it wasn't my pussy you were sniffing for."

"Baby, i..."

"You were sniffing for my dirty ass."

"It's so dirty, baby."

"You want this. You want it this dirty." With that, she backs her ass up again. This time, a pool of lusts comes rushing back through me. She puts a little more pressure on my face now. 

Holy God, her ass is unbelievable. I can't possibly want this, but I catch myself opening my mouth. When Charlotte lifts up, I take the chance to stick out my tongue and lick those tights. That dark rich flavor of her ass is too much and my mind whispers that this is beyond the pale. That doing this is beyond anything I could ever come back from. That I was sending myself over the abyss. I think all of these things just as her asshole presses down on my tongue. Even through the fabric, I know it's the exact right spot. I can feel it.

There's no more talking. Charlotte's teasing is done. She switches between sitting upright up on my face to bending over and taking me into her mouth. I breathe a lot easier when she does the latter. But I think I have a mental orgasm every time she does the former. I try to just enjoy it. To take in the moment as she rubs her ass up and down on my face. I breathe in deeply now; loving the smell, loving Charlotte. I take her in. I take her all in. 

I really can't believe she's done it. For the first time in my adult life, I'm able to get out all the post-orgasm blues from my head and start thinking about round two. My God what is it about this woman? She drags her pussy down my chest and moves her ass away from me. I say, 

"Baby, come back!" And now the restraints frustrate me for a different reason. They're still uncomfortable as hell, but I want to get at Charlotte. Be able to squeeze and smack and take back control. 

She does, but only for a second before she moves to take it away again. 

"Baby!" I am completely exasperated and Charlotte knows it. 

She's toying with me and loving the fact that I can't move my arms. Her ass washes in and out like the waves of an ocean. Each time she moves, I get a bouquet of fresh ass. She's using my cock to pull herself forward. The soreness I felt before turns into a sweet pain between my legs. It's a terrible thing to be caught between the discomfort of an overused cock and the absolute need for that sweet release.

"Oh baby. Your cock is sooo hard."

"Please take these off," I beg her. The restraints are too punitive. This isn't a punishment, it's torture. 

"You mean these?" She reaches back and ever so slightly, pulls the tights down a bit. "Is this what you want me to take off?" She knows that I wasn't talking about her tights. But she pulls them down just enough for me to see the beginnings of her crack. 

For a second, I forget about the restraints; worried that she might actually be crazy enough to put her bare ass on my face. 

"Oh...you mean you want your hands back, is that it?"

"Yes baby. Please."

"I don't know...will you stay hard?"

"Of course baby."

"You sure? Cuz I need to cum."

"I promise baby. I'll make you cum."

The ass comes back at me. So does the smell. I desperately want to be the one that controls which way that ass goes. 

"Smell it."

"What?"

"I said smell it. God, do I have to do everything?" She backs up, reaching behind her for my head. With both hands she pulls my head into the crack of her ass. Instinctively, I hold my breath. I do it for as long as I can but Charlotte keeps me there longer. When she finally drops my head, I take deep gulps of air. I savor every breath as if it were my last. Each one is delicious. Each one makes me hungrier. I start thinking about things I shouldn't think about. And my mouth waters. 

Despite the smell, or most likely because of it, I feel a need to tear open her tights. To get at her real ass. To run my tongue against her skin. To get at the source of that smell. The lust from our previous session is nothing. Absolutely nothing compared to the desire, the unconditional need, to have this deviancy. I don't want to just put my tongue on Charlotte's ass, I want to put my tongue in it. I want to taste the source of my desire. To lick every inch of her ass clean. To go beyond and into that dark hole. It's no longer a curiosity. I want to gorge myself on her filth. 

I pull against the restraints even as she bends over to take me into her mouth; completely oblivious to my struggles. I'm almost relieved she doesn't realize how badly I want her. In the way that I want her. Natural. Dirty. I feel her teeth scrape against my cock and somehow, I don't mind. I pump my hips up, enjoying the exquisite warmth of her mouth. 

I plead with her, "Please take them off."

"You ready to have your hands back?"

"No," I respond. "Not my hands."

"What?" Charlotte stops. Her hand is still on my cock, but she actually turns and looks at me. Her eyes widen as I lift my head just enough to nuzzle her ass with my face. 

"I want you so bad."

She hisses as I nibble her through the nylon. "Baby, no. You don't really.." I bite harder. Hard enough for her to be surprised. She makes a little shriek just as she pulls away from me. 

"Come back, baby." I hear the whine in my own voice but I don't care. "Baby, please."

"Only if you're good." She swishes her ass back and forth in front of my face. It swings left, six inches in front of my face. Right. Now its five inches. Left. Two inches. I pull harder at the restraints. 

"I'll be good. I'll be so good," I mumble incoherently. She pulls away again and as she does, I notice the bite I took has left a run in her tights. It teases me with just a hint of skin when it stretches. 

"You sure it's not too bad?"

"Baby, it's really bad. That's why I want it."

She reaches back and runs her middle finger along the line of her crack. "Only with these on." She pauses right on the spot I want and then, pushes in just a little before her finger moves the rest of the way up. 

She maneuvers the finger just below my nose before it gets inserted into my mouth. I practically suck the skin off her finger. 

"Oh baby, I'm so wet. I like you being my bitch." Charlotte leans forward again, pushing to separate my legs and get at my ass. She wiggles the finger that had been in my mouth under me. "I'm gonna fuck your slutty little ass." As she slides into me she bends over further, moving her ass in front of my face again. "Tell me you're my slut."

I don't give her the satisfaction. Charlotte has no idea what's going to happen next.

"Say it! Or no more ass for you."

"Take off your tights first."

She plunges her finger all the way in and says, "You get my ass the way I give it to you. And no way are these coming off. ."

I don't respond. Charlotte moves herself away from my face. She thinks she's going to win this argument. 

"You better bring that ass back here. I want it." 

"What if I don't?"

"I'll take it."

"What th-?"

There's only a moment of confusion before Charlotte figures out what has happened. I see the surprise in her eyes before both of my hands come up and land right on each ass cheek. It makes a loud slapping sound and it's hard enough that she loses her balance. Charlotte falls forward between my legs just as I get a grip on each side of her hip. I pull her back to me. I sit up, shoving my face into her even as I pull her back as far as I can. 

After being bound for so long my hands have no self-control. They work Charlotte's ass with abandon. If I had wanted to stop, I couldn't. But there was no chance I would ever stop. By now I had gotten so used to the smell of her ass, I barely even notice. It certainly doesn't seem offensive in any way. What it does do, is make me wonder what her ass would taste like. 

"Oh my God baby!" She cries out. "Oh my God don't!"

But I'm beyond reason. I wrap my arms together around her waist and pull her in tight. I'm completely shameless. I take deep breaths with my nose pressed right up against her. I've licked her ass hundreds of times over the years. Fucked it almost as often as I fucked her pussy. But never before a clean and thorough shower. Never like this. So dirty. So raunchy. So unbelievably sexy.

"Okay baby. Okay baby. That's enough. Okay..." She repeats this over and over again. As if it could possibly do any good. I have both my hands hooked into the elastic waistband of her tights and I know that before too long, I'm going to get what I want. Despite Charlotte desperately holding on to them and pulling them up, there is no way I'm going to be denied. Not after all this.

"Baby you can't. Please. Don't pull them down." She has each of her hands over mine now. Trying to ensure that I don't do anything too sudden. "Promise baby. Promise you won't pull them down."

I put my face right up against her ass one more time and take in a deep breath. When I'm satisfied, I say, "Ok baby."

"You promise?" Her hands loosen their grip on mine. Just a little.

"I promise."

A little looser now and I put my hand on the small of her back. Gently, I coax her to bend all the way over. Her ass comes up in the air. We both slow ourselves down. I drop my head back on the pillow and relax.

"I love your nasty ass baby." I say.

She sighs in response and says, "You liked it? You liked my little present?"

"Just feel my cock baby."

She doesn't respond. Instead, I feel the warmth of her mouth around my shaft. She's not holding back. The sound her mouth makes as she moves up and down excites me. It's a wet slopping sound, like footsteps in the mud. I pick up my head to get another faceful of ass when I see the run in her tights is wider now. There's more skin showing. I promised Charlotte I wouldn't pull down her tights and I intend on keeping that promise. 

With both hands, I pull apart the fabric at the seams. There's a second in which I think it won't rip and then, a long tearing sound echoes in the room. I can sense Charlotte stopping for just a second before she says, "Oh no. no. no. no. no..."

Nose first my face slams into her ass, my tongue sticking out. As soon as it touches her pussy I immediately get the sensation of her slick juices. She is unbelievably wet. Not the kind of wet you get when she's turned on. It's dripping wet. Literally, dripping. I catch it all with my tongue as I alternate between licking her pussy and sucking on it. There is so much, I actually have to swallow. It's as if she's cumming in my mouth. And she is.

It happens almost the second we make contact. I don't know if she was holding it back or if the surprise of my wet tongue hitting her pussy sets it off. I don't care. Even muffled between her legs I can hear her screaming. With my tongue on her pussy, my nose is perfectly positioned right at her other hole. The hole. That dark abyss I so desperately crave.

The smell is so strong like this. For a second, it reminds me of why Charlotte was wearing these tights. Why I wasn't allowed to take them off. Why I should be completely turned off. But instead, I find I'm teasing myself with it. I keep my tongue on her pussy, knowing that there will be time enough for it to move up later. In this position, my nose is exactly where I want it. My hands work both sides of her ass and spreads them open even further. 

As her orgasm finishes, Charlotte slumps forward. For the first time in a very long time, I sneak out from between her legs. It causes her to lay flat on her stomach as I slide out from underneath her. She makes a vain effort to get away but I put one hand on each ankle. 

"Stick it up."

Amazingly, she doesn't argue. She pooches herself back and picks her bottom half off the bed. With her tights torn and her ass the only thing that is showing, Charlotte looks incredibly sexy. 

"Higher."

She complies again. I give her a slap on her right ass cheek and say, "That's for tying me up." She makes an "Ohh" sound just as I slap her other cheek. "And that, is for having such a dirty ass." Charlotte turns and smiles at me. Just a small wan smile. She reaches one hand back to put over her asshole. Then, to my surprise, she taps her middle finger in the right spot and says, "Come get what's yours."

I position myself on my knees behind her. I have nothing left to say and so I don't bother responding. I just stare. I watch as she goes from tapping to inserting the finger into her ass. Just a little bit. Just enough of a tease. I still hold myself back. Now that the moment has arrived, I hesitate. Charlotte must think I'm having second thoughts, but that's not the case. Not in the least. I'm just savoring the moment. I don't know if we'll ever get this crazy again and I want to live every second of this experience. 

"Deeper," is the only word I can manage. I'm stroking myself furiously now. I'm still in awe of how hard my cock feels. The fact that it's even hard at all still amazes me after the blast I put inside Charlotte just a couple hours ago. She responds by pushing in a little more. 

"Deeper."

"Baby, I don't thi-"

"Deeper."

I put my hand over hers and guide her finger all the way in. Just as it gets to the point where it won't go anymore, I pull it out. I keep my hand on hers and before she can stop me, I take her entire finger straight into my mouth. All the way in. 

I'm not sure if her moan is in pleasure, surprise, or disgust. I don't care. I'm so far past the point of caring. When I finally let her finger out of my mouth she uses each hand to spread herself for me. I catch a quick glimpse of her asshole gaping and it's enough to send me over the edge. That deep, dark hole is what I've been waiting for. I just can't stop myself. As if I needed any further prodding, she says, "Go get yourself some more baby."

As I bring my face down I become practically drunk from her aroma. I get light headed from the rush of the taboo and just as I'm taking one more inhale before diving in she says,

"Make me cum baby," in an almost pleading voice. "Make me cum and you can have this anytime you want." My tongue hits her asshole just as I hook my right thumb inside her pussy. The double sensation sends her immediately over the edge. 

"Oh my God. Oh my God baby. Eat it. Eat it."

I dive into her. I literally have to let go of my cock for fear of cumming right along with her. Unfortunately for me, she can cum as many times as she wants. I have to be a bit more careful. Over and over I take her right up to the brink and then happily push her over. She's screaming random obscenities that make me fight that much harder to shove my tongue inside of her. 

The taste is unreal. It's dark and bitter and sweet and sinful; all at the same time. Fireworks go off in my head each time I hear her curse. "Shit. Fuck. God. Fuck. Shit." When my tongue gets tired from probing her dirty asshole, I resort to sucking on it. The new sensation sends her on another series of "shits" and "fucks" and "Goddamns." 

"I can have this anytime I want?" I pause after thirty minutes of sucking and fucking her ass with my tongue.

"Oh yes baby."

"You gonna clean it next time?" 

"Yes." I smack her ass hard, letting her know it's the wrong answer. 

"No. Whatever. However. Anything you want."

"Dirty like this?"

"Yes." 

I smack her for the response. 

"Dirtier!" She cries.

"That's a good girl. Now tell me what you want me to do."

"More."

"More what?"

"More everything."

"Tell me."

"I want you to make me cum. I need to cum again. "

"Tell me what you really want." Even as I say this, I start to comply. I work my way from gentle kisses around her cheeks to more desperate jabs of my tongue. In between, I inhale her scent , still enjoying the rough smell of her ass. 

"Lick it just like that baby. Just like... oh my god, oh my god...just like that. 

"Tell me," I say, more demanding. Wanting to hear her talk to me in this way. Needing to hear her voice as she climaxes again and again.

"Oh my god, you're sucking my ass. Oh shit. It's so dirty and you're oh...oh ...oh. Oh my God this is so fucking nasty." 

"You want me to stop?"

"Oh my god, oh my god. Baby keep going. Don't you stop. Don't you fucking stop."

"But you're soooo dirty baby." I sense she's coming to another orgasm and I want to tease her. 

"It's making me cum. So fucking nasty it's making me cum."

"I don't think I can keep going."

"Fuck you. Fuck. Fuck. Don't fucking tease me. Don't you fucking dare. I'll fucking dirty it up again."

As she says this last bit, I suction my lips over her hole and begin sucking on her ass. I know this gets her every time. I fucking love it. I love every bit of it. I think back to all the reasons why I would want to taste and smell her at her dirtiest and dismiss it all in one fell swoop. 

I love it because I love it. She collapses in front of me just in time for my own orgasm to start reaching the point of no return. I really want to fuck her again, but I don't think I can last. Not with the taste of her still on my lips. The scent of her still in my nose. I'm still kneeling as I pump my own cock. Faster and harder than I think is possible. The soreness from before is completely gone. There is only one thing my body needs.

Charlotte turns around and leans me back. She takes over, putting her hand on my cock. Her face is right next to mine. I can feel her breathing. Inhaling.

"You smell like ass baby."

"Yes."

"I love that your face smells like my ass." She whispers this in my ear, all the while planting small soft kisses over the side of my face. "You need to eat my ass like this every time. Every fucking time baby."




Discovering Charlotte Pt. 03



"Yes."

"Every time I have to make it dirty, you're gonna clean it up."

Just as she says this last, it sends me over the edge. She gives me two more good jerks before she points my cock up at our faces. I cry out just as she attaches her lips to my dirty ones. We kiss as a rain of cum hits us in our faces. It becomes part of the kiss and now we taste each other. Cum ass and spit. We keep kissing as I keep cumming. It's the perfect end to the dirtiest time we've ever spent together. 

At least, until tomorrow. 



Discovering Charlotte Pt. 04



By the way the light washes through the room, it has to be well past noon. I vaguely remember seeing 3:05 on the alarm clock just before sinking into unconsciousness. Neither of us has left the bed since. More accurately, were allowed to leave. This was at Charlotte's insistence. 

We had fallen asleep in the exact position that I came, with Charlotte's hand between my legs and her arm draped behind my head. Our faces pressed together in an unconscious kiss. She hadn't even let me wipe up the mess I made on our bodies. Mostly, my body. 

I didn't mind. As nasty as things had gotten, what was a little cum between lovers? Besides, we did a pretty good job of cleaning up. We had been like cats licking the mess off each other. 

But now, without the cover of night, I feel a little embarrassed by the idea of cum on my lips. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time; it just doesn't seem that way now. 

As I lie in bed, I listen to the soft sighing snores coming from the other side of the bed. I find them soothing. Such an innocent departure from the filth coming out of her mouth just eight hours ago. It's relaxing. Sweet, even. 

I'm of course, no longer aroused. Last night took a toll on my body and even a full night's sleep can't shake the hours that came before it. Last night's debauchery was just too shocking. Our actions, too unspeakable. In the light of day, shame starts to rear its ugly head.

We've shifted enough in our sleep that we are no longer touching. I quietly turn over and see the silhouette of Charlotte's body on its side. A perfect hour-glass but for the extra bump in the bottom half. I like that it's disproportional. Such a large and round ass. 

I still marvel at the frenzied sex of the night before. I kick myself a bit for cumming so soon the second time. Or for that matter, the first. Having anal with Charlotte is just about the best sex I can think of, so I'm a little disappointed I didn't give myself the chance to actually do it. 

I guess there'd still be time later in the week. I suspect that after last night, we'd spend today gambling. Which wasn't the worst idea in the world. We did come to Atlantic City for a reason. I look down at myself, completely naked; and completely soft. 

I can't remember the last time I woke up without a hard-on. I decide to give myself a pass. I did after all, have the craziest sex I ever had last night. I still couldn't believe Charlotte had given herself up like that. So nasty. So dirty. I wonder if she's going to act as if it didn't happen when she wakes up. I figure I'd take her lead on that. No sense in recounting what might be embarrassing for us both. 

Only, I can't get the events out of my head. There is a part of me that's dying to know whether it was being tied up or being so dirty that got me aroused the second time. It suddenly seems very important for me to know. It seemed to happen so fast. The fact that Charlotte took total control certainly didn't hurt. And the way she talked, God, that was so incredibly hot. 

Thinking about that makes me think about the Champagne and I simply can't get over that experience. I wonder just how much of that Champagne she really had. She was quite the animal. Overall, I had a feeling it would be a night I'd come back to again and again in my imagination. More likely than not, with my cock in my hand.

When she's at her most playful, Charlotte will put dirty panties in my bag, text me nasty messages, and indulge my deepest fantasies. But I had never known her to be so...so, deviant. 

I imagine that she didn't count on me tearing open her tights; which in Charlotte's book, was probably a step too far. Hell, it went too far in my book -- but only after I came. Prior to me cumming, it seemed like the only thing I wanted.

The only thing I needed. Once again, my inner-Jeckyl and Hyde plays its tricks on me. It occurs to me that Charlotte actually broke that spell last night. How was that possible? As I think this, my eyes are drawn to the bottom half of the hourglass. 

That ass. That damned ass. Surely I wasn't so perverted that the smell of her ass was enough to do the trick. To undo Mother Nature's limits. But that smell was so strong. So potent. And sure enough, it was her backing up on my face that did it. 

I look at the mound under the comforter again and tell myself that can't possibly be right. Something as simple as smell can't be the one thing that arouses me after I've cum. It was too simple; and quite frankly, too deviant. After all, it wasn't something as scientific as pheromones. 

Or even the salty taste of her sweat; which I've told myself many times is what turns me on about her dirty panties. There's no doubt that pungent smell can do the trick, but there was none of that last night. She hadn't been slaving away at work, or walking around in the same pair of panties. She had just showered. And of course, the other thing.

I feel extremely conflicted. It confounds me. And then, I suddenly have an idea. I'm not aroused, so now is exactly the right time. I flip up the cover, just enough to see Charlotte's half naked body. Lucky for me, Charlotte likes to sleep with the bottom half naked. Neither of us cleaned up after last night, so why not see if this is what does it?

A part of my mind (the Hyde part), chides me for being stupid. What the hell? You'll just make a damn fool of yourself and besides, what if she wakes up? We were both a little tipsy last night and sure, things got out of hand, but it's daytime now. You don't want to do this. You're just going to gross yourself out. 

And even worse, you'll gross out Charlotte if she catches you. What's she going to think about you? Fucking pervert is what she'll think. You'll be lucky to get anywhere close to that ass again. Just roll back over and go to sleep. Hell, last night was fun and spontaneous; but her ass isn't a science experiment I tell myself. Scream at myself. 

I pull the cover back over her. Done is done. And we have two more days to fit plenty of fun in. Just...just not right now. Not only was I not horny, I didn't want to get horny. And Charlotte had her fill. At least for a little while. We don't need to keep going at it like a bunch of horny teenagers.

Each time I make it dirty, you're gonna clean it up. The memory of her words bring a smile on my lips. Even as I start to doze I replay all the nasty words that had spilled from Charlotte's mouth. Each time I make it dirty, you're gonna clean it up. Don't you fucking dare. I'll fucking dirty it up again. You're gonna get it so dirty baby. You're gonna get it right after I make it dirty.

Jesus. Was that really Charlotte? I catch myself lifting the comforter again. The curvature of her hips. The white creaminess of her skin. It's not sexual. It's more of an artistic admiration. 

Last night I threw curiosity aside for lust. Now its lust that's secondary to my curiosity. What would it be like to just put my face down there? Would it still smell? Would it still taste sweet? But most importantly, would it still turn me on? I'm conflicted. There's a part of me that hopes the smell of her ass won't do anything for me. Then again.

Ah hell. What was the matter with me? When would I get this chance again? As I get ready to wiggle myself down, Charlotte stirs. I completely freeze. There's a rush that reminds me of the first time looking at porn. The fear of getting caught. The conflict of curiosity. I count to six before I hear that soft snoring sound again. I exhale. 

When I finally get my nerve, I slowly pull back the comforter. 

"Good morning baby." 

My heart catches in my throat. I'm able to conceal my surprise, but just barely. 

"Hey baby." I manage.

"What time is it?" Her voice is sleepy. Sleepy but incredibly cute.

"I dunno. I just woke up myself."

She turns around and smiles. It's sweet Charlotte that looks at me. I can't help but lean in for a kiss. She returns it; but it's chaste. The devilish lust in her eyes from the night before is completely gone. 

"My breath stinks. I'm gonna go brush my teeth."

Before I get a chance to respond, she stumbles out of bed. I drop my head back on the bed, content. A great night of sex followed by a great night of sleep. I am perfectly happy. I start thinking about getting up; getting myself ready for the tables at the casino. As I do, I stretch my arms out and yawn. 

My hands sweep the linen and purely by luck, it comes across the tattered nylon. I know what it is before I even have a chance to wrap my hands around it. Without thinking, I immediately bring it to my face. I need to know. To answer this question before Charlotte gets back. I find the tear, find the spot, and without even looking, bring it to my face. I inhale. As deeply and as passionately as if she's wearing it. Again. And then again. I'm desperate to find that smell. To have it make me hard. To have that nasty taste in my mouth. 

But I don't find it. Or rather, I do, but I don't find that feeling. The smell is vague. Dull. Far away. The funny thing about smell is once it gets in your nose, you get used to it. It becomes less prominent. Less potent. I can smell it, but it doesn't do much for me. I sigh. I guess not. I put it up to my face one more time, close my eyes and -- .

"What are you doing?" I have no idea how long Charlotte's been gone. With the sound of her voice, I jerk fully awake.

"I...I ...baby I was.."

"You didn't get enough last night?"

"No...I was just wondering..."

"What the hell?"

"Baby..i was just..."

Charlotte yanks at the tights and puts them to her nose. She looks down at me, shaking her head, as if disgusted with me. Before I can say anything else, she pulls down the comforter. 

"What the fuck, you're not even hard?"

"I just wanted to ... I was just..."

"Just what?"

For the first time I look at her. Really look at her. She's still wearing the tank top from last night, but now she's pulled on a pair of black panties. Charlotte's hair is a tangled mess, but it only adds to her sex appeal. She still has the tights in her hands. 

"Just what?" she repeats.

"I wanted to see if...you know if it would..."

"What? If my dirty ass would make you hard again?"

"Well...yea..i guess."

"It doesn't look like it worked."

"No...I guess not."

"That's a shame."

"Why?"

"Come on, get up. Let's get some breakfast."

"Baby, what's a shame?"

"A promise is a promise."

"Baby, I don't understand."

"You promised me." She's hesitant, but her voice is also wanton.

"What did I promise?"

Charlotte leans down and whispers in my ear. "Every time I make it dirty, you have to clean me up." My eyes snap up to meet her gaze. The tone of her voice has changed. Her breathing is short and rapid. Just saying those words out loud gets her excited. She looks at the tights in her hands, brings them to her nose again, and then tosses them down. "These aren't going to work. You need something fresh."

I look at her incredulously. Sitting up, I say, "Baby? We should probably take a brea-"

"I don't care if you're horny or not," she gasps in my ear," I just got dirty." 

Charlotte leans over to pull off her panties. I think she's going to give them to me but instead, she tosses them aside as well. "No more panties. You need the real thing."

"Baby, i..."

As I sit with my back to the headboard, she climbs across my lap. Even as she does so, I get the fresh scent of her. My heart starts thudding in my chest almost immediately. It's not arousal, just an impulse response to the anticipation. Just as I think, this is going to be bad, she says those exact words out loud. 

"You really want me to-"

"Yes." As she says this, she brings herself up on all fours; exactly perpendicular to my body. Her ass just a foot away from my face. The blast of her odor overtakes my senses again. It's even more powerful than last night. There are no panties this time. No barrier to give me a chance to get used to that perfume. It's just her naked ass, rising up towards my face. It doesn't take long before I'm completely immersed in her scent. That scent. 

"Did you really just ...?"

"Oh yes."

"That's...this... this isn't ok."

"Then why are you so hard baby?"

I'm suddenly aware of the downward pressure on my cock against her naked skin. I can feel it jabbing into her pubic area. I realize I'm the one that's pushing up; grinding myself into her. 

My split personality goes into overdrive and the bottom half is clearly winning. Still, I tell myself that enough is enough. Somehow, this is different from just sniffing her dirty panties. Charlotte must be psychic because at that very moment, she says,

"Go ahead baby. It's just like sucking on my panties."

"No, it's really not." I know it's not. I just can't explain why. There's something inherently wrong with this. But Charlotte is right. Why would I be so hard?

"No, it's really not," she echoes. "My panties aren't this nasty."

I'm so conflicted. But not about wanting to do this. It's the fact that her ass is saddled between my cock and my face. I want her ass down so I can grind into her pussy, but I also want her ass up higher. Much higher. Much closer to my face. And there's only one reason why.

"You know I can only get so clean without showering," Charlotte says lasciviously, giving her ass a little wiggle. She uses one hand to pull open her right cheek. The smell is overwhelming; so much so that I actually think I'm getting high. I should be repulsed, but the only thought running through my head is "why is my cock so fucking hard?" 

It's been abused so much in the past 12 hours that I worry the damn thing is just going to fall off. Or explode. Still, it feels like it won't stop getting harder. Bigger. Every time I think I've had enough, that I've had my fill, Charlotte sticks that ass in my face and I get hard again. How is that possible? How can that be so easy for her to do?

But it's not just her ass she's putting in my face, is it? Oh no. It's much more than that. Charlotte's been putting her ass in front of my face for the past seven years. Just not like this. Not all dirtied up like some slut. The contradiction is the key. How can this beautiful, lily-white ass that's so round and soft and otherwise, perfect, smell so obscenely bad? 

I put my hands over hers. Together we slowly part her cheeks. The smell is absolutely...gorgeous. Charlotte is right of course. It's more than just nasty. It's dark and noxiously intoxicating. Forbidden. Soiled. 

I am completely mesmerized. The line splitting her fascinates me. The dark hole in the middle, even more so. It's perfect. The smell is what makes it perfect. 

"What are you waiting for? I know you want to. I can feel how hard you want to." 

Once again, Charlotte takes my pause for hesitation. She doesn't know that it's taking every part of my will power to not just bury my face in her. To breathe in her deliciousness. To taste it. IT. That one thing that I find, makes her ass so perfect.

"Baby?? You don't want it?" Now she's the one that's nervous, insecure. Before I get a chance to respond, she crawls off of me. I look down to see my cock is raging. Unbelievably hard. Having cum twice last night, I can't even imagine how this is possible. I actually wrap my fingers around it to make sure my eyes aren't deceiving me. When Charlotte turns around to see me with cock in hand, she says, "Baby just come here and fuck me." She turns herself over on the bed, spreading her legs for me to get a good view of her pussy. 

"Now I need you to just..." she's practically panting now that my face is close enough to feel my hot breath. "I just need...you..." Charlotte's breathing so heavy she can't get the words out. "I just need you to put that big cock inside of me."

I stop stroking myself. Partly to calm myself and partly to figure out what I should do next. I put one hand on each of her bent knees and position myself in front of her. With my cock still raging, I gently guide it against her wet pussy lips. She cries out each time I push against her. I don't penetrate, instead, I just bump my cock against her wet pussy lips. It's too much fun watching her suffer. 

"Put it in. God baby, put it in me now!"

As she says the word "now," I slide my hands down her thigh, grip her waist and ram myself in as hard and as far as I can go. Her eyes bulge in surprise and with another two pumps she starts to make that low keening noise I know all too well. Instead of pumping faster to take her where she wants to go, I stop. Her eyes widen as if in panic. She starts gyrating her hips and I immediately pull out. To deny her.

"Baby? What are -"

I dive right back with the full length of my shaft. I do it all in one stroke and sink even deeper inside of her. She is so incredibly wet that there's almost no resistance at all.

"Oh MY GOD!"

I pull out all the way again and repeat this motion. Again. And then again. Each time she screams out. Each time she grinds herself harder against me. Each time I deny her the opportunity to finish. 

I can see it's killing her. When her frustration boils over, Charlotte sneaks a hand between her legs. I grab both of her wrists and bring them over her head as I plunge back inside. I don't thrust. I just slide in and hold it there.

"You don't get to cum yet," I whisper. 

"Oh my God baby, I need it so bad."

"You cum when I say you cum." With that, I reach over with my left hand and grab her left ankle. I guide it across her body so she has to turn over. We've done this move a million times. Going from missionary to doggie without pulling out. 

It's what I love about the sex we have. The practiced motions of long time lovers. She immediately rolls over, getting on all fours. I push in, making sure I'm wedged deep inside of her. The sound she makes is music to my ears. 

"Now, I'm going to make you cum baby. I'm going to make you really cum."

"Oh...oh...my ...Oh my God yes baby."

I start a jackhammering motion that moves the entire bed. It takes one, two, three thrusts before Charlotte falls into lock-step with me. She pushes back as I thrust forward. It takes less than thirty seconds before she is screaming, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." Over and over again. 

The advantage of having cum so much the night before is that I feel like I can go forever. I'm nowhere near the point in which I might let go myself. I let her have it. Thrust after thrust. Orgasm after orgasm. I lose count. 

Each time I pull back, I look down and see her puckering hole. It teases me. The motion of me pounding her backside wafts that scent of her to my nose. It is so much more than nasty. It is completely taboo. I love it. I put both hands on her cheeks to steady myself... and to pull them apart. I can't stop looking at it. 

I position the thumb of my right hand on her sweet spot. It's moist, either from her sweat, the cum dripping down from her pussy, or maybe even something else. I don't care. Just the feel of it makes me want to bring it directly to my face. Not that I need to. I can smell it from where I am. 

She has become so wet my cock slides out twice during the pounding. Both times I slip it back in without missing a beat. When she finally collapses, out of breath and panting, I fall on top of her. I make sure my cock stays deeply wedged inside of her. Every inch of my body is touching hers. My arms shadow hers, all the way to our interlocked fingers. We lie cheek to cheek. 

She's become completely incoherent, murmuring a string of nonsensical phrases even as she tries to kiss my lips from below. She brings her arms in close, hugging me tighter to her. As she does so, I remember that my right thumb had been pressed right against her dirty rim. I catch the scent of it and instinctively wiggle my bottom half against hers. With our fingers still locked, I bring my hand right up to our faces. I inhale, but Charlotte miss takes this for me wanting her to suck on my thumb. She doesn't hesitate. She sucks on it like an infant. 




Discovering Charlotte Pt. 04



"You know what comes next right?" I whisper this directly in her ear.

"Yes."

"And you made it dirty?"

"Yes." 

"Just now?"

"Just for you."

I regretfully pull out of her. Before I have a chance to move down her body, she stops me with a long deep kiss, her head upturned to mine. "Go take what's yours."

She places a hand on each cheek and I cover hers with my own. I bring my face down. I'm breathing so hard that it forces her to moan each time I exhale. I'm licking my lips when she says, 

"Smell it first baby. Get in there and show me how much you love it."

She sticks her ass up just as I bring my face down and the result is my nose pressed right up against her asshole. I inhale deeply, both for her benefit as well as my own. I hook my right thumb into her pussy and use my other hand to pull her left cheek open. She obliges me by pulling on her right cheek. 

After five or six deep breaths, my mouth is literally watering. And just like the night before, the smell from her ass goes from nasty and bad to something sweet and exotic. I practically penetrate her with my nose as I jam my face into her. 

As it turns out, it's Charlotte who sets my tongue in motion. She does it with a single word. "Eat."

I do. Immediately. I do more than that. I gorge myself on her ass. I lick it from her pussy all the way up to her lower back, and then back down again. I go from side to side and kiss every inch of her cheeks. And just like last night, I place my lips directly over her asshole and alternate licking and sucking. She cums. More times than I can count. 

If I could count. It's impossible to do and enjoy every inch of her ass at the same time. It's not just the taste. It's the scent. But even more than that, it's the taboo. It's incredibly addictive. Each time my nose passes next to her hole, I'm reminded of just how intimate this is. The closeness it brings of sharing something so forbidden. I make sure I enjoy every second. 

Meanwhile, I hear Charlotte resorting to her shit, fuck, shit fuck combination of words. They spill out of her mouth when she cums. It'd be funny if it weren't so damn sexy. They make me go at her harder. Wanting her mouth to be as dirty as the ass I was eating. "Oh shit...baby...fuck ...fuuuuuuck. Oh baby oh baby oh fuck. You're such a dirty fuck...fuck...I just got all dirty and you're licking me up. Do it baby. Do it do it do it. Clean that ass. Eat it baby. I made it dirty ...God, this is so fucking dirty...it's making me fucking cum. Make me cum."

Her ass opens more easily now. Or maybe it's because we're in broad daylight and I can just see it better. I take a moment to examine her hole. How open it's become. A gape in the middle of that precious line. I spit just above it and watch my saliva run inside of her. I do it again, and again. When I'm satisfied I've deposited enough lube, I get myself up on my knees. I smack Charlotte's ass and say,

"You need more than a tongue-fucking baby."

I watch as she positions herself. Head down, ass up. Knees slightly bent. Then I watch in stunned silence as she reaches back, and easily inserts her middle finger into her asshole. 

"Is this where you're going to put it?

Without responding, I grab her wrist and gently pull her finger out. I replace it with my cock even as I place that dirty finger against my face. Smelling it. Only, her finger has pushed in so much deeper than my tongue ever could. The result is another fresh round of dizziness that smell brings. Before long, I'm sucking on it without the slightest bit of hesitation.

There are times when it takes quite a bit of effort to put my cock in her ass. Sometimes, it's because my cock isn't hard enough. Or other times, I haven't spent enough time getting her prepared and relaxed enough. 

Today isn't either of those times. Today, my cock slides straight inside of her; all the way to the hilt. I can feel that outer ring stretch to accommodate me. I can feel the grip on my head as more of my cock enters her. I can feel the sudden sensation as I push through that outer ring. 

And then, Charlotte is thrashing under me. I'm desperate to hold on, but she's determined to have her way. Her asshole squeezes and contracts and grips my cock like a handshake. Fireworks go off in my head as I realize, I'm finally inside her ass. All this time, and I'm finally just getting inside of her ass. 

It's absolute heaven. The alternating pinch and pull of her muscles as they work my cock is magic. I love fucking Charlotte's pussy, but when I'm in her ass, I feel a sense of perfection. As if, this was the way sex was meant to be. 

If I had to choose between the two, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. When we're like this, I am always reminded by how perfect our bodies are to each other. A perfect complement where everything just fits. My cock belongs in her ass. 

After another couple orgasms, Charlotte is completely exhausted. She lays flat on her stomach and I resume my position in covering her entire body. Our fingers interlock again. The only difference this time, is that I'm deep inside of her ass. 

This position is even better when I'm in her ass. I don't have to be at an angle the way her pussy requires. When it's anal, I can lie directly above her. My shaft pointing straight down and penetrating. Our faces, skin to skin. Even the tops of my feet are pressed into the underside of hers. Literally, every part of our bodies touching. This is truly heaven. 

"Oh ...I don't think your dick has ever felt this hard baby."

"Do you want me to take it out?" I ask the question to be polite, but there's no chance she's going to say yes. Instead of responding, she squeezes down on me; making her tunnel tighter. I move in and out of her in response and before we know it; the soft cuddling turns into hard fucking again. 

I think back to last night's orgasm. Jerking off and spraying our bodies. This time, I want to be inside of her. Deep in her ass. I plunge in and out. I aim at different angles. I'm working to try and get myself to that point but it seems hopeless. Apparently, after so much sex the night before, my cock has grown a mind of its own. It wants to keep going. 

"Oh MY god! Baby!" She says this as she collapses flat on the bed again. Another two or three orgasms to add to her lengthy list. "How is your dick so hard?" 

Instead of responding, I bring our interlocked fingers towards our faces. I hold on to her wrist and bring the finger that had been inside of her ass to my face. I set it just under my nose and inhale deeply before I put it back into my mouth. Even though I've already sucked on it, it still smells like before. It still tastes like before. 

When I pull it out of my mouth I say half-jokingly, "Don't ever wash this finger."

"How about you just go get it when you want?"

"Anytime I want?"

"Anytime you want."

"Even when it's dirty?"

"Especially when it's dirty." As she says this, I'm already bucking my hips against her. Pounding her ass and trying to get myself off on her wanton disregard of taboo. She squeezes her rim tight around me, wanting to give me the friction I need to get off. It still doesn't work. But the in and out motion feels so good, I don't really care. Between pants, I gasp, 

"What if I want it right now?"

"After you fucked it? It'd be so dirty after you pull your cock out."

I continue pumping her. Each sentence. Each phrase she utters makes me hornier than the last. She's pushed back up on all fours and we're fucking as hard as we've ever fucked. 

"You said whenever I want."

"But baby-"

"I want it."

"Then you better go get it."

I comply. Oh my god do I comply. I don't even hesitate to pull my cock out of her ass... something I normally do with regret if I haven't cum. But not this time. I am so hungry for the taste of her ass I think my heart is going to jump right out of my chest. I look down just in time to see her asshole gape open as I remove my engorged cock. 

I slap both hands on her cheeks and keep them spread. A bead of my saliva (or is it my cum?) slips out of her hole as it closes up. Without even thinking about it, I put my tongue on it and taste the bitter filth of our flesh. I can't help myself. 

This time it's different. This time, I'm a caged animal that has recently been let free. There is no time to savor her taste or admire her body. There is no time to smell that sweet perfume. The damn breaks inside of me. Taste, touch, smell, sight, sound...they all come together in one unquenchable desire. 

I claw at her ass and spread her open. I jam my tongue into her. I suck on her rim. I swallow the juice. I delight in the cries of her passion. I simply cannot believe how lewd this is. But it only makes me harder. Licking and sucking and biting. The only thought that runs through my mind is "Get more. Get more. Get more." I listen to that voice. I obey it. 

I plow my face into her well fucked ass. Not just well-fucked. Dirty and well fucked. 

I just got dirty, her words echo in my head. I made it dirty just for you. Yes. You did baby. You certainly did.

And I fucked it dirty. And now. Now I'm eating it dirty. I imagine my cock sliding in and out of the same hole my tongue is now sliding in and out of. I can practically feel the friction of her tight hole around my cock. That dirty rim closing in on the head of my shaft. 

That smell is everywhere. Pure and unadulterated filth. The only thing nastier is the juices I'm sucking out of her asshole. A combination of spit and pre-cum that that I've been using my cock to pound into her. Oh my god. I was literally sucking juice from her ass...And suddenly,

Suddenly I feel myself begin to spasm. I look down and realize I wasn't just imagining her ass wrapped around my cock. It's my own hand pumping as furious as a 13-year old who's first discovered porn. 

"Oh shit, I'm FUCKING cumming!" I barely even know what's happening as I say it. Charlotte turns herself over just in time for the first wave to slam into her chest. Another shot goes wild over her head. The third hits her lips just as she parts them. And then there's another. And another. 

I lose count after the tenth wave comes flying out of me. Even when my well runs dry, I continue to spasm. My cock has gone completely soft but I'm still hanging on. Pumping it. Trying to force that last spasm. As flaccid as it's become, I shove what's left of it inside her pussy. That does the trick. I can feel a final wave trickle inside of her. It runs me completely empty.

When I open my eyes, Charlotte's body is covered in a pool of cum. White cream drips from her lips. A puddle of my cum collects between her breasts and stream down toward her stomach. A third pool collects on her pubic hair. I cannot believe that I was able to fuck her pussy and ass for almost an hour without cumming and the one time I'm not inside of her, I lose control. But damn, my cum looks so good on her. She is obscenely gorgeous like this. 

"Do one more thing for me baby." Charlotte says just as she wipes off her lower lip with one finger. 

I don't even bother to wait for her to ask. I immediately bend down and put my face into her pussy, sucking on her clit. I feel the wetness of my own cum against my face. The taste of it on my lips. I barely notice. I suck her until she cums again and as she does, I jam my middle finger straight into her sopping wet pussy. After her first two spasms, I start licking up; following the trail of cum back towards her lips. My face gets covered as I move up her body. I don't care. I don't even mind that dull metallic taste. By the time our tongues touch, I decide I like the taste of my cream off her body. She apparently does as well. She manages to lick most of it off my face, even as I try to lock my lips over hers. 

I collapse with the wet stickiness between us; gluing us together. I force my cock back inside of her. There's nothing left of it at this point, but I do it anyway. I squeeze her tight into me. My arms wrap around her. I can't help but run a finger down her crack as I do this. "Stay like this baby. Stay like this forever."



Discovering Charlotte Pt. 05



I sit at the Blackjack table with a stack of chips in my hand. A half-smoked cigarette in the other. An eight of jacks and a five of clubs. Unlucky thirteen. Of course. Hit and I'm sure to bust. Stay, and the dealer's certain to kick my ass. He's showing a king.

I take another drag and smack the table in front of me. My luck is gonna run out at some point.

The dealer flips an 8. Goddamn, I am hot tonight. I take another drag as Antonio, the dealer, congratulates me on another winning hand. The table's jealous. I'm the only player stockpiling chips. The others have been decimated and now there's only two left. I, of course, have a serious advantage. I got Charlotte's luck at my fingertips. Let me explain. 



We'd been in and out of the casinos all day. A little bit up, a little bit down. Pretty typical. By dinnertime, I was up just enough to get us both a decent steak. By the time we were back in the room, Charlotte was talking about calling it a night. It was only seven. 

Instead of being disappointed, I was actually relieved. The three orgasms I've had in the past twenty-four hours had completely drained me. I hadn't thought about sex all day. Not since that morning anyway. 

"Come tuck me in and then you can go back down." 

"I can stay with you."

"No, it's ok. I want you to go have fun. You've worn me out today. But I don't want you downstairs too long."

"Ok baby."

"I want to be with you."

"I can stay." 

"No. I want you to go."

"Do you want to come with me?"

"Mmm. I already did that. Many times."

"Ok. 

"Put your finger in me."

I oblige. I'm not horny, but her insistence surprises me enough that I comply without question. It takes a minute before I feel her lips moisten. When they do, I find the entrance and insert the middle finger of my right hand inside of her. The passage is so slick. So soft. A few seconds later she says,

"Two baby. I want two fingers."

Again I oblige her. She still has that dreamy look on her face but across her lips, I see a smile forming just around the edges. Her breathing is heavy but she doesn't grind against me as she usually does. I can tell she's thinking about something else. I lean down to kiss her and ask,

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Oh no baby. I'm too tired. I just need you to do one more thing."

Before I can answer her, she pulls my fingers from her pussy and, still holding my wrist, she turns over on her stomach. 

"Other hand."

"What? What do you need baby?"

"Give me your other hand."

She takes my left hand and places it on her ass. "Come over here."

I crawl over her to the other side. Her face is next to mine and she gives me a quick kiss. Quick enough to know she's not looking for sex. But I really have no idea what she wants. A second later, she's guiding my left middle finger along the ridge of her ass. The sudden touch of it reminds me of our morning wake-up call. I smile and kiss her back harder. My finger pushes deeper into that valley, taking the smooth satin of her panties with it. She ends the kiss by moving her head back and opens her eyes. 

"Go under."

I gladly comply. I begin to feel the soft stirrings in my own cock although I think it's more of a groan. Not ready for another all-out lust fest. Even still, my hands slips under her panties and it doesn't take my finger two seconds to find what I'm looking for. 

"Wait."

She guides my hand out of the back of her panties and towards her mouth. She takes one, and then two fingers inside, sucking gently. When she's done, she dribbles saliva on them.

"Now do it."

I bring my hand back down immediately. With the natural lube I start pushing my middle against her rim. It opens immediately. 

"Do both at the same time." 

I line my middle and index finger up against her hole. It takes very little pressure for both of them to slide. 

"Mmmmm," she moans. It's deep and guttural. "All the way."

I put a little more pressure on and before long, I'm past both knuckles. 

"Ohhh...I love you inside of me." She says this breathlessly. Almost wistfully. As if she can't have what was already hers. "Okay baby. Now you can go."

"Wait.. I don't have to go. I can make you cum, baby."

"No. I want you to go. You've already done what I want."

I don't understand what's happening, but already I can feel her wiggle herself to lose my fingers. I pull them out and look at her questioningly. Before she responds, she pulls me in for a long, deep kiss.

"Stay as long as you want," she says. "I'm so tired."

"Umm... okay baby. If you're sure." I don't argue with her. Truth is, I'm kind of relieved she didn't expect me to fuck her again. 

"Baby?" She says this as I get up to leave. I turn and look back just as she says, "Don't wash your hands."



So when I say I have Charlotte's luck at my fingertips, I'm not joking. I smoke at the tables and each time I take a drag, I feel like I'm smoking her ass. Tonight, I find myself chain smoking, my cigarette hand never far from my face. I take every opportunity to smell her pussy as well. A drink takes longer than usual.

I put down another bet. Antonio deals a queen on the first card and as he passes to the rest of the table, I prop my arm on the table resting my face on my hand. The index finger straddles the space between my lips and nostril. From far away, it looks as if I'm concentrating on the game. What I'm really concentrating on is the way Charlotte demand that not just one, but two fingers be inserted into her. 

She undoubtedly knows these are the fingers I use to smoke. She also had to know my fingers weren't going to come out smelling like roses. Now I understand what she means when she said she wanted to be with me. I've had that anal scent with me all night. 

"Do you want another card?"

What? What was he saying. Oh right. "Yea, go ahead and hit." I have no idea what I'm even doing at this point. Antonio turns up a three and says,

"Nice hit."

The guy next to me slaps me on the back and says, "Jesus, that was lucky." I look down to see Antonio add a black chip to my own. It's then that I realize that not only did I place a $100 bet on one hand but I asked for a card on 18. Christ, I really couldn't lose. There's a part of me that wants to lose. That wants to burn my money so I have an excuse to go back up to the room. 

I've had so much sex in the past 24 hours that I'm wondering whether my cock will even work. But each time I place my finger under my nose, I can feel a low stirring deep in the pit of my stomach. Part of me hopes that Charlotte has gotten up and showered. Freshened herself up to come down to the tables. 

But there's that other part of me that keeps putting my fingers up to my face and complaining that the smell is fading. That I need to go back for more. It wonders what it'd be like to get in that huge bed and use Charlotte's big ass as a pillow. What would it be like to sleep with my nose jammed into the crack of her ass. 

Was it possible that it could be dirtier than last night? Did I even want it to be? One whiff from my fingers and I think I already know the answer to that. And I wonder, if I sneak into bed and pull down the panties she's been wearing all day... 

"Blackjack!"

Another slap on my back, another round of congratulations. I had let the winnings from my last bet ride so the dealer puts down three more black chips next to my $200 dollar bet. In two hands I've just earned four hundred dollars. I now have over a thousand dollars in chips and I decide it's a good time to go find out about those panties. The moment for stalling was done. The idea that I've had enough sex now gone from my mind. Part of it is the excitement of the winning streak. Part of it is the intoxicating smell of my fingers. 

If this morning proved anything, it proved that after seven years, Charlotte's ass still has sway over me. That Charlotte's dark and earthy aroma is a pure aphrodisiac. That the only thing better than the way she smelled, was the way she tasted. An image from this morning flashes in my mind. The act of slowly pulling out of her ass. Watching the dark hole close ever so slowly with the absence my cock. Watching a tiny bead of love juice drip from that hole. Tasting it. Knowing that the drop has just come from her ass. And not caring. Loving it in fact. Loving her.

I tip Antonio a green chip and get the hell out of there. 

I slip into a darkened room. The only light comes from the sodium arcs outside coming through the windows. It casts a strange orange glow over everything. Having spent the past four hours in a jangle of bells, flashing lights, and spinning wheels, the calm of the room is a welcome change.

I set about emptying my pockets, locking the deadbolt and getting ready for bed. I usually sleep in boxers, but tonight, I take those off too. I sit on the couch completely naked with a view towards the bed. I light a cigarette and when I reach for the ashtray I find a bundle of silk lace instead. Just the feel of them on my fingertips makes my heart skip a beat. I set them on my lap and relax, my head lolled all the way back so I'm staring at the ceiling. I delay the instant gratification of my prize and try to enjoy the night's last cigarette. 

After two drags, the weight of the fabric becomes very noticeable on my naked body. I keep my head face up, staring at the ceiling. I fight the curiosity. I tell myself to finish my cigarette. Don't get distracted. But even in the dark, I can tell it's a pair I hadn't seen before. Light cream-colored lace. Charlotte never wears light colored panties. Were they a thong? Or did it have a wider seat? Was the lace only in the front? Were they a cream, or were they actually white?

I don't spend that much time thinking about what I'm going to wear in the morning much less what someone else has on. But now, in the quiet of night, the only thing on my mind is what the fabric laying on my thigh looks like. What it might feel like against my face. 

When I can resist no longer, I close my eyes and scoop the panties into my hands and bring them directly to my face. The first thing I notice is they smell very strongly of ESCAPE. My favorite perfume. Clearly Charlotte's sprayed them with it. The floral scent is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Before last night, this was the smell I mostly closely associated with Charlotte. She is full of surprises.

As I breathe in the perfume, a rush of good memories flash into my mind. Just glimpses of random events over the past seven years. Being on top of a mountain together, kissing at sunset on a Scotland beach, standing atop the Eiffel tower. The perfume acts like a photo-album, fast forwarding through some of our most pleasant memories. The first time we met, our first smoke together. Our first kiss together. This morning's anal...

Wait. This morning? I pull the panties away from my face and open my eyes. They've completely adjusted to the dimmed room and now it seems too bright. The sodium lights seem to illuminate every corner of the room. Even her panties are a shade too bright. Almost white. As I inspect them more closely, I see that they are white. A pure shade of white lace. The lace so bare you can practically see through the front. The back is a single string meant to straddle her huge cheeks. It's this part that I've come to. The part that suddenly reminds me of this morning. It's infused with the perfume but somewhere underneath that layer, I get an earthy natural scent. Something, not unlike my experience this morning. Only now, the two flavors have melded together. 

As I play with the material, opening it, closing it, stretching out the fabric; I can't get over the fact that she's been wearing white panties. When I look inside, my heart skips a beat and my cock practically jumps out of my lap. They're not all white. Not anymore.

Oh my god. 

In my excitement I fumble the panties with my trembling hands and sure enough, it lands right between my legs. My hard cock jabs through one of the leg holes and I can't help but do what feels natural. With the lace wrapped around my cock, I begin jerking myself off. The texture feels surprisingly rough around the shaft of my hard-on but it doesn't feel unpleasant. Alternating scents waft to my nose. Sometimes I smell Escape, and sometimes I smell Charlotte. Either way, it excites me. 

As I get more turned on, I take the white panties from around my cock. It's only a matter of time before it's pushed tight against my nose. Despite the perfume, there is no doubt what I'm smelling. I actually giggle a bit at the absurdity of what a dirty pair of panties is doing to me. How it's making my mouth water. 

By the time I have to slow myself down, the string is fully inside my mouth. I'm actually sucking on it. Smacking my lips to get more juices into the material so I can suck it out. I know what I'm doing. I know what taste I'm looking for, and I don't care. I simply cannot get the images from this morning out of my head. 

Hell, forget about the images, I can't get the smell out of my head. And Charlotte hasn't made it easy. The fact that I've had to walk around all night with my fingers smelling like ass is enough to make me want to go wake up Charlotte. 

She is laying on her side of the bed, facing out. I stand over her, and realize I've been rubbing those panties into my cock. That my cock is going to smell just like her. Feeling evil, I gently place my hand on her face but before I even do, her eyes open. 

"It's about time baby. I thought you were gonna cum without me."

I look down at her, shocked. I don't have a response and she continues,

"I know what you do with a dirty pair of panties." 

With that, she reaches out grabs my cock. Charlotte puts it against her but not into her mouth. It's as if she's trying to...Is she trying to smell it? She kisses it up and along the shaft. First the one side and down the other. When she finally makes her way back to the tip, she says,

"Your cock smells like me."

With that, she takes the entire length of it into her mouth and down her throat. When it comes out, it's covered in wetness. Long white bubbly lines hang from her mouth and extend to my cock. There's drool running down her chin. She says, 

"Your cock tastes like me."

I immediately bend down and kiss her. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds before she goes for my cock and I'm forced to stand as she takes me back in her mouth. She grabs at the panties still in my hand and says,

"That's mine."

I surrender them to her and Charlotte hangs them on my cock. 

"Show me."

I start jerking myself off not two inches in front of her face. Once again, the fabric is wrapped around my cock. The rough texture no longer bothers me. What does bother me is how unbelievably sore I am. It's safe to say, it hasn't ever been used this much in a 24-hour period. And knowing Charlotte, she's expecting to use it quite a bit more.

Her face moves closer to my cock and she graciously opens her mouth to allow me to jerk off against her tongue. The dark parts of the fabric keep bumping up against her nose and each time it does, she takes a deep inhale. She's starting to like this way too much.

When my hand gets tired, Charlotte takes over with her mouth again. This time, she not only takes the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, she does it with panties and all. When she finally releases me, I feel the weight of the wet fabric around my cock, soaked in the juices of her saliva. My juices as well.

I kneel down to kiss her and as I do, I can't help but notice the strong smell of her face. Of having the dirty parts of her panties rubbed up against her cheeks and nose. I put the panties between our faces and we kiss the dirty lace together. 

Charlotte makes the first move to part our lips. As she does, I immediately move to get under the sheets and on top of her. She places a hand on my chest and firmly says, 

"No."

"Baby, I need to get inside you."

"No. What you need is more of my ass."

I sigh. When Charlotte gets like this, when she has a firm idea in her head, she's not going to back down. She turns herself over, facing the inside of the bed. I flip up the comforter and see her in a pair of boxer briefs. They hug her curves and I immediately put my face against it. The boxers are so tight on her ass, they leave no room for the imagination. They don't even give when I try to push them against the seam. I put my hands on the waist of the boxers and try to pull them down. Charlotte says,

"No."

"But baby, I want to taste more of your ass."

"Then suck it off my dick."

It isn't until Charlotte turns back over that I understand her meaning. And the boxers. They're designed to look like underwear only there's a specially designed o-ring built into the crotch of the boxers. It acts as the harness for the dildo she now has pointed directly at my face. 

"Oh my god." I say, not having really any other response that would make sense in that context.

"You wanted ass? I just took this cock out of my ass baby. "

"Oh my g-." 

But before I even get the words out, Charlotte's ramming it against my lips. The smell is back. That dirty, dirty, ass smell engulfs my senses again. I grab its shaft and realize it's wedged tight inside of her boxers. I don't even process the implications of that before Charlotte is nudging it against my lips again. I mimic Charlotte's actions by kissing it up and down the shaft. Taking in deep breaths as I move along the dildo. It smells incredibly intoxicating. Hypnotic. I'm vaguely aware of Charlotte getting on her knees in bed. 

"I want to watch you suck it."

I don't comply. Instead, I continue to give it soft small kisses while breathing that air. 

"Come on baby. Suck my dick. It's dirty the way you like it."

I take another deep breath and in that instant, I get the image of her lace panties. A brilliant shade of ivory. Except for the parts that weren't. It occurs to me that she must have worn them after she played with this in her ass. They were so dirty...so -

The thought drives me to open my mouth. I feel her hands on the back of my head as she pistons her hips forward. Wrapping my lips around the shaft, I let her slide in and out of my mouth.

"You like it? You like the taste of my ass?"

She knows I'm loving it. She knows I wouldn't be sucking on a dildo if it weren't for the taste of her ass. That smell that I thought was so bad last night, back when I thought the nastiest thing I had ever done was to yank a glass buttplug out of her with my teeth; that smell is now an instant aphrodisiac. I nod my head yes with the dildo still in my mouth. 

"Mmmm baby, that's a good boy. Look up at me," she commands.

I do it and am immediately rewarded with a fat wad of spit that lands just at the base of her dildo. 

"Lick that up!"

I could take the tip out of my mouth and get at it from the side. But that just wouldn't be as fun. So instead, I gag myself by taking the entire dildo into my mouth...all the way to that back of my throat. I make a slurping sound as my lips reach their goal and I begin sucking her. 

"Oh wow...you are a slut. Look at you."

She rains more spit down on me and now I don't even look up. She's giving me a constant stream for me to swallow. It's warm and slick and tastes so good coming from her mouth. 

"Oh my God baby. Is there anything you won't do?"

I shake my head no. The cock still clamped tight between my lips. 

"Fuck baby. I can't wait anymore. You need to come over here."

Charlotte points at the head of the bed and I dutifully crawl over. When my ass doesn't stick up high enough she slaps it and demands I bring it up higher. She slaps it again even after I do. They're not love taps. She's slapping me the way you'd slap a stallion to get it going. Before too long, I start hearing a wet slurping sound as I feel her tongue digging into my ass. 




Discovering Charlotte Pt. 05



This is a girl that doesn't give a fuck about foreplay. Charlotte wants what Charlotte wants. And she wants it as soon as it she thinks of it. There's no tease. There's no soft kisses on my cheeks. I feel her tongue digging into the deep pit of my ass. She has one hand between my legs clawing at my cock. The grip is dangerously tight. My cock has been sore since this morning and it's all but begging for rest. Even if it could talk, Charlotte isn't taking requests.

She's pounding me, with her tongue and her hand. The ironic thing is, my cock is so overused I'm not anywhere close to cumming. She could do this for the next hour and I wouldn't cum. And there's no question she intends on abusing my body. With her free hand, she's now slapping my ass every third or fourth pump of my cock. 

"Baby...baby, please..." I try to beg with her. Plea to her sense of mercy. But she doesn't care.

"Shut up. SHUT UP!" 

Each time she slaps me harder. Each time I wince a bit more from the stinging sensation on my rear. 

"I WANT IT." Charlotte is petulant. Getting more impatient.

"Baby, you have it."

"I want it I want it iwantitiwantit." 

She is beyond reason. She's going crazy with her tongue. 

"I want you to feel what you do to me. You need to know what it's like to be tongue fucked." 

After fifteen minutes of this, my cock feels like it's been through a meat grinder. She pauses to catch her breath and I all but collapse. Face forward into the pillow. Not a second goes by before she's on me. Charlotte is a predator that's found easy prey. She climbs on my back, tongue flicking any part of my skin that comes in contact with her mouth. Up my back, around my neck and then into my ear. 

I feel that dildo pressing up against my backside. She has it positioned flat against her stomach, hot-dogging my ass the way I do hers. My ass is so slick with her rimjob that there's no resistance. She slides easily up and down my backside. 

"Oh, I like this baby," she says breathlessly. "It's hitting my pussy just right." 

Charlotte is pressing me so hard into the bed I can barely move. The entire weight of her body is balanced on top of mine, evenly distributed so that her legs are wrapped around my legs. Her arms are on my arms. Her face against my face. 

"This is gonna feel so good when my cock is in your ass baby."

"Baby, I don't think I can. It's so big."

"Shhhh... this is the small one. You can take it."

I groan. If this is the small one, I'm in a lot of trouble. She continues to grind her body against mine. I think she's working her way to another orgasm when she suddenly slows down. 

"You know I love you right?" She says this seductively. Her breath is hot with desire, tickling the hair on the back of my neck.

"Oh baby, I love you too. I just don't-"

"Shhhh...I want to show you how much I love you."

I can feel Charlotte maneuvering. Getting herself up on her knees. She still has me pinned down, both of her legs straddling my ass. It forces me to keep my legs together, barely able to move. 

"It's time baby."

"We shouldn't ..."

"Yes, we should. I should. "

She smacks me again. Once on my left cheek and the other on my right. 

"God! I want to fuck this ass. C'mon baby, spread it open for me."

When I don't reach back fast enough, I get another pair of slaps. She's gotten really liberal with those shots and they're starting to hurt. 

"Spread it baby. Spread that ass." 

I glance over my shoulder to see Charlotte looking down, focused solely on her mission. I catch her spitting on the dildo attached to her boxers. She's doing more than lubing it. Charlotte's actually jerking off. She uses her right hand to pump the cock; pushing it back against her pussy with the same motion I do when I'm by myself. Her eyes are half closed, just barely keeping them open to see my spread. She makes a sucking sound and then says,

"Oh baby. Baby. Look at that. Spread it some more. Do it, baby. Come on, do it."

I pull at my cheeks harder and arch out my ass. Just a few inches. It's all I can manage in this situation. It has the intended effect.

"Oh fuck. Look at that. Look at that. You're such a slut. You're already gaping open!"

Just then I feel moisture hit my ass and before too long, she's wedging that big dildo inside of me. I cry out,

"Slow baby! Oh shit. Slow."

She doesn't respond, but I'm grateful she slows herself down. She starts feeding me more cock as she brings herself forward on top of me. I suddenly realize what she's doing and I say,

"Oh baby, I can't take that whole thing. Just let me get up a bit."

Charlotte shushes me again and then says,

"This might hurt a bit."

Before I even have a chance to respond, Charlotte sinks herself into me. It's much too fast. It should hurt. It should hurt more than "a bit," as Charlotte says. But my ass is far too eager to receive her. I can feel myself loosening, accommodating, the large cock she's inserting inside of me. Inch by girthy inch, I take all of it. All the way to the hilt.

Charlotte lays back down on top of me, slips her hands around my chest and squeezes tight. She doesn't say a word. She doesn't make a sound. I feel her whole body tighten behind me, her nails digging into my chest. After ten seconds of this I hear that raspy and seductive voice in my ear.

"I just came baby. Holy shit, your ass just made me cum." She pumps her hips twice more for good measure.

This is Charlotte's version of the minor orgasm. A slight tremble through her underbelly. A small wave of pleasure. I can tell she's using it as warm up. 

As for me, I'm starting to get used to the violation in my backside. It really doesn't hurt, but I know it's going to be sore. Still, it's pushing all the right buttons in my head. Warmth emanates from my lower half and I get a strong sense of euphoria. Perfect happiness. Bliss. 

Charlotte inside of me, on top of me, enjoying me. I know when she starts to get going again, I may change my mind, but for now I just enjoy the closeness. Her breath in my ear. The sweat trickling from her face. The small wiggles from her hips to remind me she's there. As if I can forget the cock in my ass.

But all that doesn't feel as good as Charlotte's entire body weight on top of mine. She's not as heavy as she thinks, but she never allows herself to lay all the way on top of me. With her arms wrapped around my chest, her legs tangled in mine, I get to feel every inch of Charlotte's body touch me. And then of course, there's the cock inside of me. Not just deep, but wide. Stretching me out. Making me feel incredibly full. 

It takes me a second to realize I'm the one grinding. I'm also the one moaning,

"Do it baby. Come on fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Take that ass baby. Fuck me!"

Charlotte does. She slams in to me over and over. I can tell when she cums because she pushes into me so far that I actually think she's going to come through the other side. 

"Oh fuck baby. Fuck. Goddamn your ass feels good. You're such a slut baby." Charlotte is panting in my ear. "You're such a good little slut."

Charlotte slows down for a bit but I have no idea why. I want her fucking me harder, not slower. I reach around with one arm and try to pull on her. Encouraging her to keep pounding me. Finally the pace picks up again and she says to me,

"Don't worry baby. I'm going to fuck you for a very long time. Just thought you needed some more encouragement."

She lays back down on top of me. All the way. The way I like it. 

"Your ass is mine. But my ass is yours too."

With that, Charlotte takes her free hand and puts it over my mouth. She does this the way you would silence someone from behind. I issue a muffled sound from beneath her hand and suddenly, everything is clear to me. At that moment, her hand is the sweetest smelling, most fragrant thing I can possibly imagine. 

"I had to make sure I got these fingers all the way in my ass baby."

Charlotte's index finger is just under my nose. The smell is unmistakable. Her lightly scented panties are nothing compared to fingers that have just come out of her ass. 

I immediately open my mouth and suck on her fingers recognizing the flavor at once. That earthy bitterness from this morning is replaced by something fresher. More pungent. More potent. It's not undesirable. In fact, I open my mouth up and grab her ring finger as well. How can something that smells so bad drive me this insane?

Without realizing it, I'm on all fours and Charlotte is behind me on her knees. We're no longer making love. 

Now we're fucking. 

By the time I've sucked all five fingers clean, Charlotte's cum at least a half a dozen times. I can only imagine how wet she'll be when the dildo comes off. Then again, I doubt that I'll get a chance to fuck her. She's having too much fun. 

When she finally collapses, we fall back into our nesting position. I desperately grasp her hand; fingers interlocked behind mine. Her cheek is pressed against mine and we try to kiss without much success. I'm too exhausted to turn my head far enough. She's still grinding into me and I know it's going to be a long night. 

She's no longer moving her hips. Instead, she pushes all the way in and we try to force our bodies closer and closer. She has the advantage of being able to move her lips to my ear and alternating between hot breaths and naughty whispers. 

"I fucking love your ass baby. I want to fuck you every night."

"I want a turn-."

But instead of letting me finish, she puts fingers to my lips. "Shhhh. This is your turn."

"No, I want to-"

"Shhhh." She reaches for the white panties next to the pillow and shoves them in my mouth.

As she does this her hips start pumping again; getting more aggressive.

"You were too loud last time. You need to shut up when I fuck you." 

Charlotte takes long deep strokes inside of me. When she gets to the bottom, she gyrates her hips to stretch me. Without thinking about it, I'm back on all fours. Charlotte keeps her hand over my mouth; over the panties. My mouth is filling up with saliva. The pounding she's giving me is so hard and fast, I barely have a chance to think. She's already cumming again but with Charlotte, that's not a sign things are going to stop. It usually means we're just ramping up.

And sure enough, she pounds right through her climax without missing a beat. It's only after her third orgasm that she starts to slow down. 

"Oh...My dick doesn't get soft. I can fuck you all night."

By then, she has both hands on my hips, pulling me into her. Pulling my ass this way and that. Slapping at it. Taking complete control.

"Is that tight little ass ready to be fucked all night?"

She drives into me as she says this and I scream out, spitting the panties out of my mouth. I mean to say no but instead I make an "ughhh" sound. She doesn't get my meaning.

"That's what I thought. Your slutty little ass just can't get enough can it?"

I feel her hand reach around me, grabbing at my cock. She squeezes it, hard. It's the first time she's even acknowledges that I have one since entering me. 

"Look how hard that cock is! You are a fucking slut." With that, she slaps my ass and says, "Turn around. I want to see this fucking thing."

She pushes me forward with both hands and the dildo slides out of my ass easily. I can't imagine how loose I must be right now. I lay face forward for a second, trying to catch my breath. When I turn over, I see Charlotte facing away from me. She's fiddling with something between her legs. I ask,

"What are you doing?"

When she turns to me, there's a grin on her face. She replies, 

"You know if I had a cock, it'd be a lot bigger."

I look down to see what she's done. She's swapped out the dildo that was in my ass with something much bigger. My eyes widen as I shake my head.

"Baby, that's not going to fit!"

"Shhh! Stop. You want this."

"I don't. The other one was good."

"This will be better."

She puts her head between my legs and takes my cock into her mouth; a small consolation for what is about to happen. She does it the way I like it. Wet. Full of spit and saliva. Her mouth makes slurping noises that brings me to the brink. After being neglected for so long, my cock jumps alive at the warmth. I try to hold her head but she doesn't let me. After only a few minutes, she's moving herself in front of me. 

Charlotte props a pillow under me so I line up with her. Kneeling on the bed in front of my spread legs, she strokes my cock with her left hand while her right maneuvers the massive dildo against my asshole. 

"Really..." I start to protest. But she cuts me off before I can say my piece with that damn shushing sound she makes.

"Just the tip. I'm only going to put in the tip."

I know she's lying but I don't want her to stop stroking my cock. I try to relax, but find myself too nervous. 

"Loosen up. This is going to be so good. You're gonna love my cock all the way in your ass."

"I thought you were just going to put in the tip?"

I barely get my words out before I feel a plunging sensation deep inside of me. 

"Mmm. Baby. Your ass just opened right up."

It's huge. I'm sucking in air even as I try to relax myself enough to go at her pace. Both my legs are over her shoulders and she's using them to pull herself in. Her left hand continues to manipulate my cock. Stroking it faster now. Squeezing it harder. 

"Shhhh. Just enjoy it. I'm almost halfway."

Halfway??? Holy shit. Halfway??? I already feel like it's in the back of my throat and she's only halfway? 

"No more. This is all I can take."

"Ok. We'll just leave it there. Close your eyes baby." She runs her fingers down my face and over my eyes. "Shhh. Close your eyes and enjoy it."

I do as she says. I reach down and begin jerking myself off. Now, finally, I start to feel as if I'm ready to cum again. 

"That's it baby. Jerk yourself off. Jerk yourself off while I fuck your ass."

When I open my eyes, she's a lot closer to me. I feel every inch of that dildo inside of me. She's managed to work the entire thing into my ass and I don't mind. Not at all. In fact, it feels so good I moan each time she starts to slide back. It's only when she thrusts all the way forward that I'm happy again. She's slapped away my hand so she can use my cock to pull herself in and out. 

I can feel myself getting ready. The long, sure strokes of Charlotte's dildo is hitting me in all the right places. In places I never believed could feel this good. I feel so full. So satisfied. It's so big it's all I can feel. At that moment, it's my entire universe.

"Oh god, oh god. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck I'm cumming baby. Fuck. Cum with me. Hurry baby. I want you to cum with me. Come on Goddamnit."

She's jerking me off so fast and so hard there's no chance I wouldn't cum. I find myself starting to moan right alongside her.

"Oh shit you're gonna make me cum."

She jams into me one final time and I have no choice but to let go. Charlotte flattens my cock against my stomach and she watches as I start creaming myself, literally. Hot streaks fly across my chest. She's aiming it at my face and instead of caring, I open my mouth. With each wave that shoots out, Charlotte pushes in deeper. Deeper. My face feels covered in cream and still, I can't stop cumming. 

I feel Charlotte start to pull out of me, and still, I can't stop cumming. Her hand still wrapped tight around my cock. I spasm out smaller squirts now. As I feel myself softening, Charlotte takes me into her mouth and sucks. She pulls the rest out. By the time, the last bit hits the back of her throat, I literally have to move Charlotte's mouth away from my cock. It is incredibly sore. Way too sensitive to have her anywhere near it. I reach across the bed for something I can wipe up with but Charlotte says,

"No. Stay like that. I want you just like that."

I give up. I just lie there. Completely exhausted. I use the corner of my finger to wipe a shot across my eye. I look up at her and without saying a word, insert it into my mouth. Charlotte pulls off the boxers, dildo and all, and continues kneeling between my legs.

I can feel cum pooling around my neck but I don't move. I enjoy the slick movement of my own liquid sliding across my body. Charlotte places one hand on my knee to balance herself. She brings her other hand, the hand that had been around my cock, to her mouth and licks her wet fingers. 

"Just like that," she repeats. "You're so sexy all covered up like that." 

She swipes at my chest and the fingers disappear back into her mouth. The hand that had been on my knee sneaks down between her legs and she strokes herself; her tempo getting more frantic. 

"Your cum tastes so good."

She brings her face down to my chest and I feel her tongue follow the pools of liquid on my chest. She swipes more cum from my neck and promptly inserts the fingers into my mouth. When she's back on her knees again, her face is a glistening sheen of sweat and cum. Her right hand still pumping between her legs. Just as the throes of another orgasm grip her body, she whispers, 

"Just like that baby. I like seeing you just like that."



Discovering Charlotte



We kiss our way through half the bottle like this before she finally gets off of me. We're both soaking wet and as Charlotte gets up, I admire the way her jeans curve around those big hips. A run of Champagne darkens her right thigh and I trace its path down between her legs. 

"Oh, you're soaking baby." I say as I get on my knees, put my hand on each cheek of her ass and start sucking the denim in front of her pussy. I feel her hands, once again pulling at the back of my head, only this time, she's bringing my face forward. She grinds her pussy against my face and I am desperate to get at what's underneath her wet jeans. 

I reach above and clumsily try to undo the clasp of her belt, but Charlotte is grinding so hard that the best I can do is hook my fingers into the waist of her jeans and hang on for dear life. 

Finally, Charlotte steps back and undoes her belt. She says "You got me all wet." I somehow don't think she's talking about the Champagne. With the belt in her hand, I start to think this mistress thing might get a little out of hand, but she simply flings it behind her. 

"Do you still think of me as your slut?" She unhooks the top button of her jeans as she says this. 

"Baby, I never thought that."

Her brows lift at my response. She unhooks another button and says, "You bought me some really slutty toys."

"I didn't mean anything by it."

"You don't want to see them inside of me?" Another button.

"Well, that's not the same thing."

She pops the final button and now I can see the silk underneath. It's fire engine red and smooth as satin. "I bet you would. I bet you'd really like to see that glass cock in my ass."

I nod. Vigorously. 

"Take off your pants. I want to see how badly you want it."

I stand, unbuckling my own belt. My stiff cock bounces out of my pants as I yank them down with my boxers in one motion. I look down to see it glistening with anticipation. She swipes at my tip with one finger and puts it directly into her mouth; slowly sucking at her finger.

Instinctively, I grab my cock and as I do so, she gives me a small push that sends me sitting back down on the couch. 

Her jeans magically slip off and she's standing there with only her panty and a buttonless blouse. It clings to her body, the white fabric made transparent from the Champagne, contrasting against the red. She stands in front of me, as if trying to think of what to do next. Her hair is a disheveled mess. Her makeup and mascara uneven. 

For my part, I continue to stroke myself, perfectly content to masturbate while staring at her half naked body. 

After a thirty second staring contest, she finally breaks the silence and says, "Well, do you want to see what you bought?" 

"Oh baby. I really do." I instinctively glance over towards the door where we abandoned her roller bag 30 minutes ago. "Do you want me to get it out?" I ask.

"Yes." She steps towards me just as I am getting up. Confused, I lean in to kiss her but she only indulges me a little. A soft peck on her lips is all she allows before she places her hands on my shoulder and gently pushes me down. As I get on my knees, I bring my face forward but she steps back. 

"Baby!" I gasp. Exasperated. I want to play her game, but enough is enough. I start to get frustrated but she applies more pressure on my shoulders and says, "Sit down."

I want to protest but it's useless. I'm completely at her mercy and she knows it. I want so desperately to rifle through her suitcase and find the largest dildo I can get a hold of. She can play her little game, but I had every intention of putting her over my knee the first chance I get. She was going to pay very dearly for each one of those slaps. 

"I said, sit down." Her voice is firm now. More commanding. She's getting ready for something. 

I sit with my back against the couch. My head lolls back on the seat cushion. As frustrated as I am, I can't help admire her beauty. Her confidence. She comes to me and then stands directly over me. Red satin inches from my face. From here I can smell her pussy and once again I bring my face forward. God, how I love that smell. Just as I my lips make contact with her panty, she yanks my hair back and says, "I thought you want to get it out?" 

At first I don't take her meaning. I have no idea what she is talking about. When I look up, I see her looking down at me. Her eyebrows lifted in a question. "Didn't you say you want to get that dildo out now?" 

With that, she turns around and puts her big ass right on my face. I'm so shocked I barely have time to register a reply before her right cheek engulfs my face. She pushes back hard. Too hard. My head knocks back against the couch and still there is more ass. It's all I can see. It's all I can feel on my face. Her enormous fat ass that I am so in love with. 

With my head completely flat on the seat of the couch, Charlotte is quite literally, sitting on my face. When she centers the crack of her ass just over my face, I finally realize what she is talking about. What she wants me to do. The hard glass against my lips is unmistakable. I use both hands to move her forward just a little bit. Just to see what I am dealing with. 

What I see makes me almost cum. Between two mountains of perfect flesh, a thin red line is stretched across a round base of glass. 

"Oh my ...FUCK. God. Holy..." The words tumble out of my mouth. Without meaning or sense, I am completely at a loss for anything intelligible. My mind is reeling. I want to know how long she's had it in. How it makes her feel. How uncomfortable it is. But instead, all I can do is let out a string of obscenities. 

She bends all the way over. As if she's doing toe touches in an exercise routine. I love everything about her, but this one act of sexual deviance sends me over the edge. I put both hands on her ass and grope wildly. I use them to pull her back towards me and lick at both sides of her ass. I pull her cheeks apart and then shove them back together again. I kiss, I lick, I bite. I barely notice the musty smell of sweat and pussy and ass. If sex had a smell, it'd be exactly that. A dirty mixture that makes me think of only one thing. 

Getting inside Charlotte.

TBC.