5 comments/ 27563 views/ 2 favorites Just One More Time By: saustin5432 It all started with a simple reply to an ad on craigslist. I know most of this stuff is fake crap, but I've been responding to random ads for months now and I just can't help myself when it comes to the prospect of meeting someone random. My relationship with my girlfriend has been on the rocks for a couple of months, but we just can't find it in ourselves to give up just yet. This is either going to be the spark in our relationship or the nail in its coffin. The ad read: "MWF - 23 - desperate. My husband is a total ass. He's been cheating on me for the past 6 months (I even caught him screwing his little tramp in our bed when I had to come home from work early). I know this is going to be the end for us, but I want him to hurt. He thinks I'm just going to move on with my life and let him trample all over me, but he's wrong. I'm seeking one brave man to help me teach him a lesson." I have always thought that sleeping with a married woman would best way to have an affair. The worst that happens to me is that I get bitched at by my girl or she leaves me. The woman on the other hand has a lot at risk. Odds are she's going to keep quiet. I sent a reply to the ad fully expecting that I would get a web cam service advertisement or some sort of virus. This time the response seemed like a real person. Clara replied about an hour later with a brief e-mail detailing that she really wanted a hot guy to escort her to a party that her husband thought she was skipping. She sent a digital picture of her and her husband, taken on a recent vacation to Mexico. She looked great in a bikini. I'm not totally sure this is what I was expecting, because after all, I was hoping for a late night booty call or something a little less emotional. But nonetheless, after a few emails back and forth, we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for drinks Saturday night before heading to the party. It was only Wednesday and thinking about how I wanted my night with Clara to culminate left me with a full on erection. I sat back in my desk chair and started to slowly stroke myself in my boxers. A few more minutes of mentally peeling off Clara's bikini left me with some relief. Saturday rolled around and I started feeling apprehensive about this "date". I told my girlfriend I was going out with my college roomies to watch the Duke vs. U-Mass basketball game knowing full well she wouldn't be interested in coming along. I arrived at Jack's Drink Shack around 8pm. Clara had said she wanted to make it to the party around 9. I saw Clara sitting in a booth near the back of the bar by herself. I was glad to see she resembled the pictures she sent me. I could only see what was above the table, but she looked stunning. She had long red hair that flowed down over her shoulders and onto her chest. The ends falling just above her breasts, which were pressed up and together and looked as if they could pop out of her dress at any moment. As I approached, I could see her chest heaving. It was reassuring to me to know that she was nervous about this encounter too. "Sean?" Clara said. "That's me," I said, although it came out as a mix of squeak and whisper as my nerves got the best of me, "It's a pleasure to meet you in person. You look stunning in that dress." She thanked me as she rose and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Not only was she beautiful to look at, her scent was intoxicating. As she sat back down the aroma of berries wafted from her hair intermingled with the light musk from her nervous sweat. Clara was drinking a glass of wine and I ordered a beer. I probably could have used something a little harder, but I wanted to keep my wits about me. "So, I guess I was hoping before we actually went public with this rendezvous, you might give me an idea of what you're looking for," I said, searching for something to get the conversation started. "Well, at first I wasn't really expecting much," Clara replied. "I was hoping to find one of those tall, dark and handsome types to take me to this party and make my husband jealous. As I mentioned in my ad, last week I came home early from work and he was screwing his little hooch in my bed. I know our marriage is over, but I'm not the type that goes down without a fight." "And you think taking me to a party will piss him off that much?" "Well, at first I did, but now I think we might have to do more than just go to the party." I started to feel a little more like I just might get lucky tonight, "I'm game for whatever you want. Just let me know what to do and I'm your guy." We chatted for the next 40 minutes over our drinks, but never really came back around to what our expectations were. It was almost like a real first date. I found out that Clara had been married for 3 years. She had married her high school sweetheart and they both were working in successful jobs. They had saved up and bought their home about a year ago. 6 months ago, Clara had hopped on their home computer when her husband was watching the football game. He had left his instant messenger software running and while she was surfing for some new shoes, an instant message popped up from someone with the screen and "HotNHornyMom". The message said "Thanks for last night. My husband hasn't fucked me that way since our honey moon. My legs are still a little rubbery. Can't wait to see you again." Clara was devastated. She knew he had told her he was working late the night before and had been home very late. She'd been feeling frisky that night and when he woke her up getting into bed, she tried to get him in the mood but he wasn't interested and had gone right to sleep. It all made sense to her now. For the last 6 months she had been checking out his chat logs and e-mails and discovered her husband had been sneaking over to HotNHornyMom's house nearly twice a week. At least it explained why he wasn't in awesome shape when he was leaving early for the gym each day. The part of the whole mess that upset her the most was that this woman was only 19 and already had 1 kid. She told me she would kill him if he got her pregnant and I was confident that she would make good on that promise. After our drinks were finished, we paid our tab and headed for the car. She said she wanted to drive her car, so I double-checked that my car was locked and hopped into her passenger seat. We were heading to the Elk Lodge for a welcome home party for one of Clara's husband's military friends who had just come home from Afghanistan. She probably wouldn't know many of the people there, but she knew that her husband would be there, and that's all that mattered. It was a short 10 minute trip and she parked around back of the lodged building away from the other cars and the door. "Sean," Clara said "I want you to screw me tonight." I'm not sure Clara noticed, but I felt my jaw slam instantly onto the floor. It took all of my effort to stammer out, "Um...OK." Composing myself I added, "I think this is what I imagined happening when we met, but I'm still surprised to hear you say the words." "But I'm not sure you were expecting to have sex with me at this party," she said emphasizing the "at". "You're right." But she could tell by the bulge forming in my pants that the idea sounded good to me. She added, "I wasn't expecting a hard time convincing a man to have sex with me. But this might be a little different. I need for us to get caught in the act...at this party." The emphasis on the "at" finally hit me. An image flashed through my head of me standing in front of a crowd of people in tighty whities, my raging hard on poking against the fabric to form a taught white tent. But then I thought, "Hell yeah," even though I started to feel a little nervous thinking about exactly who is going to catch us. I could feel my hard-on deflating as we sat there. "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to perform in a crowd," I said. "Don't worry, I've got the perfect plan worked out, but it starts right here in the car." I could already feel the blood rushing back to my manhood, "Just tell me what to do." "Well," Clara said, "I need to make sure you can perform for me in there for an extended session. I want you relieved before we go in." All I could think at this point was how great it was going to be to have sex with this hot lady two times in one night. I couldn't wait and immediately blurted out, "Where do you want to do it? In the back seat or do you want to climb right on top of me here?" "Sorry," she giggled, "I can't be worn out. I need you to take care of yourself. I can give you a little visual stimulation though," she added, "There's a box of Kleenex in the glove box." "Seriously?" I said, annoyed as my hard on retreated for the second time in the past 3 minutes. "You want me to jack off before we go into the party?" "Yep," she stated emphatically. Otherwise, I'll go back to the bar and pick up someone else who's up to the job." But as she finished up that last statement, she started to pull her dress up her thighs. She was wearing thigh high stockings and as she pulled her dress up past the tops of her stockings, I got a glimpse of her silky sheer panties. Through the opaque fabric I could see the dark patch where her public hair was visible. It was only a matter of seconds before my staff was back to full mast and control of my common sense had been officially transferred down below. As she slowly stroked a finger across her panties, tracing the edge seams with her index and middle finger spread apart then slowly pressing back down through the center where only the small cotton patch prevented her moistening flower from soaking through to her fingers. I unzipped my pants to reveal my throbbing member pressing hard to escape my boxers. I fished it out through the slot in the boxers and the head was already gleaming with pre-cum that had left a small wet spot in my boxers. I pulled my foreskin away from the head and spread the glistening fluid around, massaging it into the head. Gently, I began to stroke the full length of my cock. Clara leaned over and lowered her head toward my aching manhood. I closed my eyes anticipating the warmth of her mouth as it engulfed my engorged pole. I almost lost it just waiting for her mouth, but much to my surprise, I opened my eyes to find her head moving away and a cool puddle of saliva spread across my head. As she moved away, she used her right hand to spread her lubricant along my shaft as she slipped her left hand into her dress to caress her breasts, pushing her dress and bra down just enough to reveal her hard nipple pressing against her fingers. "I thought it might help if I lubed you up a little," she said as she sat full back into her seat, leaving her breasts exposed to my wandering eyes. "Your dick looks good being stroked like that," Clara said. I could feel the pressure starting to build. It wouldn't take too long now. I stared at Clara's breasts and she responded by rubbing them and gently tugging on her nipples. I was stroking fast and hard now. I adjusted my grip so my cock head was passing through a tight ring of fingers with each stroke. I closed my eyes and imagined Clara's mouth wrapped tightly around my cock with her berry hair scent penetrating my nose. The pre-cum and spit had now spread out enough to start making a slapping noise with each stroke. Clara stopped fondling herself and now watched each stroke of my cock like I would explode at any moment. And she was right. I quickly grabbed for the Kleenex and got some out just in time for, "Ahhhh....uhhhh," the incoherent sound that escaped my mouth as my semen flowed in hard spurts into the tissue. My rhythm slowed and I pressed along the underside of my penis, milking each last drop out of my granite hard rod. I relaxed back into the seat and I breathed heavily, carefully trying to keep the spreading puddle wrapped in the tissue as it tried to flow down around my cock. "Thanks," was all Clara said as I set the tissue aside and briefly sat there with my staff at full attention. She looked me as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out as she watched my erection subside. I grabbed a couple of clean tissues and cleaned up the remaining ejaculate. As I tucked my cock back into my boxers and zipped up, Clara straightened her dress and checked her hair and makeup in the vanity mirror. "Are you ready to go in?" she asked. Although I really wanted to kick back and take a nap for a few minutes, I opened the car door and went around the car to open Clara's door and escort her to the party. It was almost 9:30 when we walked in and I was immediately aware that fashionably late for this party was still too early. There were only about 6 people milling about and even the guest of honor hadn't arrived yet. The bartender was in though and Clara and I bellied up to the bar and had a drink. Clara ordered a beer this time. "7 and 7 for me," I said to the bartender as I looked at Clara. "There's not much of a crowd. When do you think your husband will arrive?" "I'm not sure," she said. "He left this afternoon to go golfing, but for all I know that's another code word for "fucking the floozie". I know he'll show though. He's known Ken forever and wouldn't miss this for the world." We sat at the bar talking about the weather and other chit chat. The Elk Club started to fill quickly in the next 20 minutes and by five minutes to ten, there were about 60 people. Clara nudged me, "There he is." She pointed to the door. There was a man walking in with a girl that looked like she was about 14. "And that must be the whore he's fucking," she said as she took a big gulp of her beer. "Just act like we just met here at the bar. I'm sure when he sees me here he'll want to come make sure I'm not having any fun." "You got it," I said and turned to face the bar. Clara continued to watch the door and described the scene for me. "Wow," she said, "I think I can literally see her bush out of the bottom of that skirt. I wonder what my soon to be ex-husband sees in that stupid little slut." I turned around and took a look for myself. Clara was right. This girl looked like she was straight out of the local strip club. Her skirt was about 6 inches from top to bottom and didn't even come down low enough to cover the tops of her stockings. Her midriff was bare and she was wearing a skin tight spaghetti strap white tank top that didn't make even a mild effort to cover her black bra. Her chest was covered only from the nipples down. She was wearing pre-torn black stockings with knee high, black leather boots to complete the look. Just as I looked over to her husband Rick, I saw his gaze turn to Clara. At first he was caught off guard, not expecting her to be at the party, but he recovered quickly. He whispered something into his girlfriend's ear and she went off to the ladies room as he walked over to us. "Clara," Rick said, "I wasn't expecting you to be here." "Is that why you brought Ms. HotNHornyMom?" she retorted. "This is already an uncomfortable situation. Let's not make it worse by getting into a fight," Rick said as he turned and walked over to a group of friends leaving Clara alone again. Clara turned to me and said, "Wait here." I turned and asked the bartender to put on the basketball game. I tried to take my mind off of what I got myself into, but I couldn't help but think that this was going to either be the greatest night of my life, or the night I end up dead on the side of the highway for sleeping with some guy's wife. It seemed like forever sitting here with only my own thoughts to occupy me, but looking at the clock I noticed it had only been ten minutes. I ordered another drink which arrived just as Clara did. "You're going to need to follow me," she ordered, a new found edge to her voice caught me off guard. "Do I need to pound this drink first?" I questioned. "Don't fuck with me now Sean, it's time for you to step up and be a man." I turned and followed Clara toward a door in the back of the room. I scanned the room as we walked I didn't see her husband any more, or HotNHornyMom either. Clara arrived at the door first. As she opened it I noticed it was completely dark. She grabbed my arm and yanked me in quickly and as soon as the door shut I could hear someone over the click of the door lock saying "Clara, you need to fucking untie me right now." "I think we just found Rick," I thought to myself. Clara didn't say a word, but a dim light clicked on. My eyes took a second to adjust, but looking around the room I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The door we came through was at my back near the corner of a large room. The only light was from a stained glass fixture that was centered over a pool table in middle of the room. In the far corner, Rick sat in a wood chair. His hands and feet were bound by leather straps tied to the arms of a thick wooden chair and he was wearing a black hood that reminded me of pictures I have seen of terrorists covering their hostages' heads. I could see he was breathing heavy and his muscles were tense. Sitting on the rail of the pool table was HotNHornyMom. She was leaning back with her hands extended behind her. Her legs where crossed and she had a smile on her face. "I want you to meet Jenna," Clara said. Lightly tugging on my elbow and leading me towards HotNHornyMom. "Jenna, this is Sean. I met him through the internet. We've been dating for about 2 hours now," she said as calmly as if she was introducing me to her parents. "It's nice to meet you," I said, clearly a little disturbed by the scene before me. "Which one of you is going to explain to me what's going on in here?" "They're a bunch of fucking whores you idiot," the hood in the back of the room said, "Run while you still can." Clara walked over to Jenna and whispered something in her ear. Clara started to walk over to Rick as Jenna hopped off the table. Jenna turned her back towards me and reached up under her skirt. She slowly started to remove her panties. As she slowly slid the lacy thong out from under her skirt and down her legs she bent over as far as she could so I could clearly see her ass. She spread her legs slightly as she stepped out of her thong and I could see the outline of her completely bare labia. I could feel my erection returning and was focused on Jenna when I was distracted by a rumbling over by Rick. I turned to see Clara attempting to strap Rick around the chest. She had gotten the strap around him, but was trying to cinch it tighter. She gave it one good pull and Rick was immobilized below his neck. Clara removed his hood. "Who the fuck is this Sean guy?" he said. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing tying me up to this chair. Jenna, go get some help." "Shut up," Clara said, "or I'll stick a gag in your mouth. If you keep your mouth shut, I won't punish you." The sound in Clara's voice was authoritative. This was no longer the sweet girl that I thought I met earlier. Clara got down on a knee and started unbuttoning and unzipping Rick's pants. "What are you doing you stupid bitch?" Rick said and Clara pulled another, thicker leather strap from under the chair and slapped him across the mouth. "I told you to shut up," Clara growled. Clara returned to Rick's pants. He struggled to try and get loose, but he only accomplished digging the straps into his wrists and ankles, causing his hands and feet to go white. Clara managed to wriggle his pants and boxers down to his knees. His dick was limp, like because all the blood was in his neck and face, leaving him looking like a cooked lobster. Clara left him and walked towards me. She whispered into my ear, "I want you to fuck Jenna. I want you to fuck her hard. I want everyone in this joint to hear her screaming from pleasure." Just One More Time He should tell her now. It's over. He couldn't keep this up for much longer. Glances in the office. Secret encounters. "Working" back late. Locked doors. Lying to his wife. No, he couldn't do it any longer. He would have to tell her. After this. The last time. It's over. Definitely. She was leaning over the desk. She was fully dressed in her work attire, but he had lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. His cock was in her and he could look from above and watch it. He was fully dressed too, his cock poking from the front of his pants. He looked down at his cock entering her warm, moist pussy. There was moisture building up around his shaft. Her moisture. She was always wet. She loved it. She was insatiable. Not like his wife. He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her. Her forearms rested on the table and she was comfortable. He was always gentle with her despite her willingness for rough play. She was nearly sixty after all, but she was beautiful. Her hair was blonde and it suited her. She was tanned, but subtly, not like most people of her age who had picked up wrinkles and leathery skin from the sun. Her skin was soft. He'd felt it often. His cock rhythmically pumped her. He wanted to prolong it, savour it, because this was the last time. Ever. He held both cheeks of her arse in either hand and kept slowly pumping her. His balls were hitting her lips and he ground his pubic bone into her arse every time he thrust into her. He looked at her legs. She had beautiful legs. She looked so good. Why couldn't his wife look like this? She was nearly thirty years younger than his PA, but she didn't care about herself anymore. The fish had been landed, so why bother, her girlfriends would say. As if marriage meant letting everything go. She could look like his PA if she tried. She had once. Looked exactly like her. Beautiful. Then he wouldn't have to do this. Fuck his PA. Cheat. With his PA. For the last time. No more. Ever. He kept pumping into her. At the end of each stroke, he pushed his cock in a little further and then left it there for a few seconds. Savouring her moistness. Feeling her arse on his belly, his cock ready to explode. He couldn't explode though. She would want more. She always did. She would want to suck his cock. Swallow his cum. Drain him. She knew him well. What he liked. And she liked it too. That's what made it so good for him. He was comfortable. He worked with her every day and met her often socially. It gave them unlimited opportunities. He loved it when they sat together at functions. Their thighs could press together. They could lean into each other and whisper. No one suspected a thing. The nature of their relationship was that they were constantly together and much of their interaction was confidential and required trust. He was the CEO of the biggest software company in Australia. He had to trust his PA. With everything. Her hand would sneak under the table and rest on his thigh. Then it would creep along until it was sitting on his cock. The lightest of movements would get him hard. She would leave her hand there, resting on his ever-hardening shaft. When he could take no more, she would lean over and announce discretely, but loud enough for all to hear, that he should make that call. That call could be anything. To his wife. To the States. It didn't matter. He would leave the table. Wait. She would follow him. Then anywhere would do. A toilet cubicle. A cleaning cupboard. Even behind a tree. She would get down on her knees and suck his cock. Finish him in minutes. Relieve him. He loved her. He loved what she did. But not anymore. It was over. He regained his focus. They didn't need to speak. He knew what she wanted him to do. Reluctantly he pulled his cock out of her. He was covered in her juices and he was careful not to get it on his pants. She turned around and adjusted her clothing. No one would be able to tell she'd just been fucked from behind. His hard cock stood out from his pants and she knelt down and licked it clean. She kept her eyes on him while she did it. Then she reached up and unbuckled his belt, all the while licking on his cock. His wife never did that. Get on her knees. Lick him. Suck him. Love him. Like this. When she'd unbuckled him, she unbuttoned his pants and gently pulled his trousers down. She looked at the chair behind his desk. He sat down in the chair and leaned back. She followed him and knelt down between his legs. Her face was inches from his cock and he could feel her warm breath. She wordlessly took his cock in one hand and ran her nails along his scrotum. Gently. He closed his eyes. He thought of his wife, but her face morphed into the one inches from his cock. He opened them again to look at her. Might as well enjoy it. It's the last time. She cupped his balls in her warm hands. She was breathing on his cock now. Her tongue flicked out and licked the precum oozing out of the head. It felt electric. He wanted to shoot now, on her face, but he wanted to wait. Wanted it to last. The chair squeaked as he leaned back further to give her better access. He wanted to see his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He wanted to see her face being fucked. By his cock. She opened her mouth and slowly lowered it over him. She'd done this hundreds of times. He'd felt it hundreds of times. But it always felt the same. Like a warm bath for his cock. She stopped moving. Her mouth was full of him. He felt safe. His cock felt like it was wrapped in a womb of warm amoebic fluid. But it was her mouth. And it felt good. For this one last time. She waited there, here tongue resting along the lower part of his shaft. Cradling it. Slowly, she started to move. At first she just flexed her tongue along his shaft. Then she started to gently bob. As she moved up and down, she reached around and grabbed his hands from either side of the chair and placed them on her head. His mind wandered as his cock was expertly massaged by hands, mouth, tongue and throat. He didn't feel guilty. He'd been fucking her almost as long as he'd been fucking his wife. He wouldn't need her if his wife was more....like her. But it would need to end. He would try again with his wife. This was the last time. Ever. His cock felt like it was being smothered in velvet. Her head was bobbing up and down and with each descent, she took him in deeper. Pretty soon, he'd be reaching her throat. He was close to coming, but he wanted it to keep going forever. It was their last time, after all. She didn't know that. Yet. But he would tell her. Soon. Fuck it, he thought, I have to come, last time or no last time. He grabbed her head more tightly and pressed her down onto his cock. He was impaling her face, using her mouth for his pleasure. Her blond hair trailed over his belly and one of her hands continued cupping his sack. The pressure he exerted on her head meant that there was little travel in her sucking, but it meant that his cock stayed in the warm, moist recesses of her throat. Every time she tried to raise her head, he pushed her back down and he could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He started to convulse and he knew that his release was near. She sensed his urgency and forced her head down even further and kneaded his balls. That did it for him. "I'm fucking coming," he said quietly. She nodded and gently squeezed his nuts. She moaned. He knew what it meant. Come. Shoot your cum into my mouth. Now. He pressed hard on the back of her head and she gave herself to him completely as he fucked her mouth with his final thrusts. He then pulled her head up so that he could shoot into her mouth without gagging her. The first jet felt like the ultimate relief. He thought it would never end. The pulsing of his cock continued and he felt like he was pumping litres of cum into her. "Fuck," he yelled as he continued to pound her face. Her chin was pressed against his balls. It almost hurt, but he couldn't stop thrusting. Her tongue continued to massage him and she sucked to match his spurts. He could hardly bear it. Eventually, he had nothing left and, as he pumped the last dribble into her mouth, he let her head go. He leant back in the chair and folded his arms behind his head. The screen saver was blinking at him, but he didn't care. Fuck, he didn't give a shit at all. She didn't come up. She stayed with her head in his lap and sucked his cock clean. Then she took it out of her mouth and licked clean the head and shaft. A final lick and nibble on his nuts confirmed she was finished and she rocked back on her knees and looked up at him. The phone in the office rang. Fucking hell, who'd be ringing now? He looked at the caller Id. It was his wife. What did she want? He picked it up. "Hello?" he said. "Hi, it's me. Do you know when you'll be home?" He looked down between his legs. She had his cock in her hand again and it was getting hard. "Not sure," he said. "It shouldn't be too long. Do you need anything?" Now she was placing her mouth over his cock again. Just the head was past her lips, but her tongue was working the end. He was almost fully erect again. This had to be the last time. "Well, you need to be home soon. You know mum and dad are coming for dinner." Fuck, her mouth felt good. His cock was almost fully in there again and her head was bobbing slowly. He imagined it was his wife.... "Sorry...," he said, "What was that?" "Mum and dad are coming for dinner." She had a grip of his shaft and was sucking on his cock head like a lollipop. He watched her as he talked to his wife. Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck. She was smiling at him. Mischievous. Last time.... "Oh, yeah right, your mum and dad," he said. "I knew that. I'll leave soon." It felt so good. He was ready to come again, but he had to get off the phone first. "Is mum still at work?" she asked. "You might as well bring her straight here." "Sure." His wife hung up. His PA looked up at him while his cock slid in and out of her mouth. He dropped the phone on the floor and placed his hands on the back of her head. "Better hurry," he said. She nodded her head and sucked his cock with more urgency. "I hope you're still hungry," he added. She kneaded his balls and managed a smile even though her mouth was crammed full of his cock. He smiled down at her and fucked her mouth. "I'm driving you to my place for dinner." Just One More Time Ryan rolled over and stretched. His cock hung limp against his thigh as Marisa lay pressed against him. He felt her fingers glide seductively over his chest, down his rib cage and across his abdomen. In his head he was silently begging for a break. He'd already come several times as had she, but she was still hungry for more. He hated to admit defeat, but he knew his cock was finished and admitting that to any woman was a hard thing for a man to do. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she scooted down the bed and began to stroke his cock with her callused palm. Ryan kept his eyes closed and thought back over the past several hours. He had arrived at the hotel that Marisa had paid for and immediately had her pushed against a wall and was working to fulfill fantasy number one. Marisa was older than him and by all accounts he should have been the one wearing her out and that had been his plan, but as he lay there panting and feeling her mouth wrap around his rod, Ryan had to admit that he was done. "Babe," he said in a tone of unspoken disappointment. "Hmm?" she said around his cock. He reached down and caressed her hair. "Babe, I can't." She popped off his dick and looked up, catching his gaze. Ryan shifted nervously under her stare. "I'm sorry, but you've worn me out." He hated the feeling of ineptitude that washed over him. Marisa smiled. "Ryan, you're not wore out." He chuckled nervously. "Marisa, I don't know how better to put it. I'm done. There ain't a drop left in me." "Ryan, there are several drops left in you," she whispered, before sliding up and kissing him deeply. "Want me to show you?" Again he laughed. "Sure, why not," he said, though inwardly he knew there was nothing left in him. Marisa grinned and gently nudged his ribs. "Roll to your side," she said. He rolled over and waited for tender kisses to rain down on him. He felt her hand slide over his hip and wrap around his cock, the other moved between them and he asked her what she was up to. "I'm getting some lube for my finger," she whispered before nipping his shoulder. Ryan listened to her moan softly and knew what kind of lube she was gathering. Her pussy was full of their mingled juices and from the groans of pleasure she was making, it was still sensitive to her expert touch. While she slowly masturbated and stroked him, she explained that she was going to finger fuck his ass and reward him for all the hard work he'd put in. He lay on the bed, shaking his head in disbelief, but willingly going along on the ride. His cock had started to show promise, but it was far from erect. "Do your worse," he said, before closing his eyes. He felt her fingers roll over the head of his cock and down the swelling veins. Then he felt the bed shift and knew she was ready to begin rewarding him. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" she asked. "Not really. I had a girlfriend tease my hole a couple times, but she never went beyond that." "Mm, well after tonight you're going to insist all your lovers do." He looked back at her and grinned. "Is that so?" Marisa nodded her head. She held his gaze, while pressing her pointer finger between his ass cheeks. She winked when she teased the tight puckered hole of his ass, then smiled when she slid her well-lubed digit into the tight orifice. Ryan sighed in pleasure and felt a gentle tingling in his balls. "Feels good," he admitted, but still his cock was not back to 100%. "I'm glad," she whispered, before pressing the tip of her finger against his prostate. Instantly his cock jerked and his balls tightened. "Whoa!" Marisa laughed against his back. She then began to massage the sensitive flesh, stroking the hidden skin and pressing kisses to his back. Her other hand continued to pump his cock up and down, keeping him constantly stimulated. He was hard and his eyes were bulging as his pulse raced and his mind began to cloud. "Holy fuck!" he hissed through clenched teeth. He heard her chuckle again. "See baby, I knew you weren't done yet." He choked out something inaudible and again she was laughing to herself. He felt the pressure on his prostate lesson as she shifted on the bed. "Move just a bit," she whispered. Ryan opened his eyes and looked down. Marisa had moved herself so that could blow him while fingering his tight ass. "Jesus," he groaned when she opened her mouth and inhaled the head of his dick. Everything he had ever thought he knew about his body was wadded up and thrown away. As Marisa sucked him down and massaged his prostate Ryan saw stars and felt a swelling in his chest that couldn't be explained. "Oh fuck me," he hissed. "Fuck – damn – God damn – Fuck." Marisa moaned around his dick sending a wave of vibrations over him. She continued her assault on his ass until he pushed her head down and forced her to take his full length down her throat. He shot a load of cum into her mouth that had her choking. He barely comprehended her need to breathe and had it not been for the threatening feel of her teeth on his rod, he would have unknowingly kept her anchored to him. But the pressure was real and invaded his mind just enough that he moved his hand from the back of her head. She popped off and pushed his prostate again with her finger. He shot another glob of cream over her face and she thanked him for it, before popping back onto his cock to urge more hot milk form his balls. When Marisa was finished with him, she pulled her finger out of his ass and licked her lips. "See, baby. I knew you had it in you." Ryan shook his head in disbelief as he rolled onto his back and pulled her over his body. "Marisa, I don't know what the fuck you just did, but you damn well better do it again before this weekend is over." She smiled wide, kissed his lips and promised to do that and a whole lot more.