4 comments/ 16967 views/ 2 favorites Patriots By: Middleagepoet "I don't care what you say Charlie, these people are taking over, don't you see it. We let them in, give them our jobs, teach their kids and then give them free medical care. Then we turn around and offer them new, easy ways to get green cards, pretty soon they will all be citizens. Shit man, we're in the minority already in most states." "They're people Frank, just trying to make a living, besides if it wasn't for them working our houses would cost twice as much as they do now. States like Texas actually make money on them, even after paying for their medical and educating their kids." "Bullshit, those motherfuckers don't pay taxes," Frank said, looking into his rifle scope. "To hell they don't. Some of them figured out how to fill out the forms, the others just get taxed. And the money they spent on housing, food and clothes helps the economy." "They live ten or twenty to the apartment. How can anyone make money off them." "Oh fuck it Frank, you're just a bigot, a bigot with a gun." "I'm a fucking patriot, you commie." "Yeah, yeah, I'm a commie because I want to treat them like humans," Charlie replied. "Tell me Charlie, why the fuck are you out here then. I mean I'm protecting the border." "That's the job of the Government, the INS, they are at least trained." "Right, right, the Government is really doing its job here, I mean look out there, they built a fucking twenty foot high security non climb fence and then didn't install the gates. So we've got seventy five miles of fence with a twenty to thirty foot hole every mile or so. It's like we are welcoming them." "Look over there, Tony is flashing his lights at us. It looks like our shift is done for the night," Charlie said, pointing down the washed out dirt road. "Yeah, according to my watch we still have ten minutes," he replied, swinging his gun in a slow arc across the landscape. "I'll spot one yet." "Then what, you shoot him?" "If I have to." "Look Frank, it's my truck and I getting in it now." "You fucking commie. Hey Tony, slow night so far, I hope you get some action." Tony waved and pulled on around Charlie's truck. Charlie started backing up and then stopped as Frank grabbed the door and pulled it open. After he climbed in they headed back down the dirt road. They were quiet, and by the time Charlie pulled up on a paved road Frank was asleep. He slept until Charlie pulled up to Frank's trailer and stopped. "Tomorrow night?" "Yeah, but tomorrow I drive," Frank said slamming the door. Charlie pulled out of the trailer park and headed home. He figured he'd better take it easy with Frank. If he leaned on him too hard, Frank could get him kicked out of their group. It was really tough getting into the group, he didn't want to mess things up. Pulling into his driveway he stopped the car and walked slowly to the front door. As he started to put the key in the lock the door suddenly opened and he faced an ancient looking Hispanic woman. "Mama, donde esta Maria?" "I'm here Charlie," he heard from the kitchen from behind the woman. Stepping into the house he said, "Maria, you got to stop your mother from opening that door. What if it was the police or INS?" "I know, I know, but she says she knows your car." "Still, we need to keep her, hell we need them all out of sight." "I know, I'll talk to her," Maria replied. "Okay, I'm tired, has everyone settled down for the night?" She nodded. "Then let's go to bed," he said, smiling slyly at Maria. As they walked down the hall, Charlie quietly opened the two other bedrooms counting heads and confirming everyone was safe for the night. He then followed Maria into the bedroom and locked the door behind them. As she began to remove her blouse and shorts, Charlie turned on the stereo and quickly undressed. He watched Maria climb into bed, her long, straight black hair cascading down over her bronze skin. She was thin, but had filled out a bit since he first met her. Her breasts had gotten fuller and he no longer could see her ribs when she was on her back. It was late and Charlie was tired, so instead of nestling his head between her legs and drawing out the session through the night, he crawled up between her legs. Leaning over her he looked down and watched as her light brown fingers wrapped around his pale cock. She guided him into her pussy and he moved his hips forward, slowly sliding into her, watching his cock disappear into her dark black patch of hair. His cock slid easily, but he was careful how hard she pushed into her. He moved slowly, which she enjoyed and it helped him hold off a bit longer for her. Moving in and out of her, he looked at her face, watching the expression change as she enjoyed being filled with his cock. After a while he noticed her breathing hasten and she started lifting her hips up to meet each of his thrusts. She started to moan loudly, but Charlie quickly covered her mouth with a kiss. She pushed up against him and then relaxed. Charlie stopped moving while her pussy pulsated around his cock. He waited, watching her face contort with the pleasure. As her orgasm subsided, Charlie began to move again, this time letting himself savor the soft feel of her pussy as he moved slowly in and out of her. It was only a short time before he arched his back and came, spurting his cum into her pussy. He held himself up on his arms, so not to lean all his weight on her. When his cock shrank enough to slid out of her, he slid over beside her. Placing a hand on her stomach he said, "We are going to need to see a doctor soon, it's not good to wait too late. I know one who will see you, no questions asked. We need to stay careful until I get your green card worked out." "Okay, how was it out there tonight?" "Oh Frank's such an ass. I tell you he's gonna shoot someone some day. Hopefully it will be himself." "Did anyone try to get past?" "No, nobody came through the opening, I guess they all went to the one on the South slope. I'm glad we got the word though to them." "Yes, I talked to Lupe yesterday." "Good, now we are going to be in the same place tonight, so be sure to tell him to use the South slope again tomorrow night. After that I'll have to let you know." "We better get to sleep." "Yeah, I got to be down at the recruitment office early. They got some Colonel coming in to give an accommodation." "Really, for what?" "Our numbers are way up lately, it's basically the economy but they still want to make a big deal about it." "What award?' "Something they've worked up, some American Patriot award." "Well that is nice, do you get any more money?" "No, but I'm coming up for promotion pretty soon." "Well good, we are going to have another mouth to feed." "Yes, it is tough feeding fifteen on an Army Captain's salary. Now goodnight Maria." "Good night Charlie, I love you." "I love you too." Patriots in Private Prologue Sally sighed and set aside her phone. On the screen, a Mewtube video was playing, showing Jethro sweeping a pile of garbage - mostly sex toys and other junk that people had sent them - off the table. The occupation wasn't going as planned. It was one thing, when that no-good moneygrabber Sid took off with all of their cash, but it's another when the call for support for their legitimate and patriotic cause was answered with ridicule and, honestly, less than helpful gifts. Had Jehro not specified "gear" and "cold weather equipment"? What had floppy rubber dicks got to do with cold weather? People could've been sending socks, or something, instead of beimg such dicks. Sally chuckled. Dicks, sending dicks, she thought. The joke amused her. She grabbed her phone and started recording yet another one of her video messages, trying to make people understand about the sincerity and importantness... importancy... the import of their cause. She was their spokeswoman after all. "Jethro and Sid have been fighting," she started, "and then he took off with all our money..." Chapter 1 When she pulled into the driveway of the refuge later, she was surprised for a moment. There was nobody on watch, which was unlike them. That fella Jimbo was always so vigilant, all professional like, being a militiary man and all that, just like his dad. He would always have someone on watch, to guard them from the federal government tyrannists who want to take all our land and stuff. Frankly, all of that was a little too complicated for her, but Jethro seemed knowledgeable and so she trusted his judgement. The driveway was dark, the sheriff had gone for the day. Those federal types didn't hang around after dark, but you never know, Jeth had said. She locked up and walked to the back door, which was their secret entrance and usually unlocked. Not that they could've locked it, she thought. It's not like the feds had handed over the keys. When she went inside, she almost tripped over the pile of packaging and discarded donations that littered the floor. She cursed, then sent a quick "sorry" up above, to make up for it. When she looked down, her eyes widened. She didn't know there were so many sex toys that people had sent. Curious, she picked one up that looked like a two-foot-long, double-ended pink penis, weighing and turning it in her hands. She wondered how people use these, with it being double-ended and all that. Like a double barrelled shotgun, she thought and chuckled. Shotgun. Haha. A voice from the next room startled her. "Yeah, that's how you do it," she could hear Bob say, muffled through a closed door. Those boys, she thought, always hard at work, doing things for the good cause, when she heard a slightly different sound right after that - something more like a moan, or a grunt. Startled, she scurried over to the door, and peeked through. There was Bob, her boyfriend, wearing his flannel shirt and the warm wool vest she had made for him, the baseball cap with the eagle on it, and his jeans, which were weirdly around his ankles, while Jethro knelt in front of him, and looked like he was doing something there... His head bobbing back and forth? Sally looked closer. Was that Bob's penis? It couldn't be... or could it? It looked all hard, and, looking at it from the side, it seemed longer than she remembered? Maybe the boys just played around with the toys? She opened the door and went in. Bob stared at her like a deer in the headlight, and Jethro quickly pulled his head back, clearing his throat. Yes, it was definitely Bob's dick, now jerking and flopping by itself, as he stammered something, while she saw the shaft twitch and pulse, before it shot a load of cum on Jethro's gruff beard, leaving sticky globs. Sally grew furious. "You're a damn pig, Bob Clover," she yelled, waving the floppy rubber cock at him. "A damn pig! Don't you think I'll ever be doing that for you again. And you!" she pointed the thick end of the dildo at Jethro. "You're worse than a pig! You're a pig fucker!" Slamming the door behind her, Sally stomped out of the Bad Luck County Wildlife Refuge and back into her car, throwing the dildo on the passenger seat and drove off with screeching wheels. Chapter 2 Back at the motel room, she leaned against the door for a moment after she had locked it behind herself, just scuffled over to the bed. That was it, she thought. The whole cause was a betrayal. Just like that pig Bob, who betrayed her with that stupid, greasy, stinking mitia... militarya... militiary guy Jethro. She turned on the phone and set it to video recording. She was still their spokeswoman, after all, and boy, did she have a message to send. "I just checked on the guys," she began, trying hard to hold back her anger, and failing quickly. "And they're doing great. So good that they're sucking each other off!" Her voice got louder and less pronounced than usual. "Tha'ss right, Jethro, you've been sucking 'f Bob! W' his dick in yer mouth, you greasy pig! Fucker! Pig fucker!" She was practically yelling at that point, getting ever more enraged. Then, a brilliant idea came to her mind. It instantly calmed her down. "You know what?" she said into the phone, with a wistful look on her face. "I think I understand now why everyone keeps sending them sex toys. So let me give y'all a demonstretation." She reached over to the long floppy dildo and turned it between her fingers again. She didn't want to leave it out in the car, people might think her indecent or something like that, so she had brought it with her to the room, and now it made for the perfect prop. "So, Jethro goes on his knees, and he's got Bob's dick in his mouth, like this," she began, and then slowly took one end of the dildo between her lips. The girth and thickness of the thing made her gag, and drool a little, but she kept moving it in and out, just so everyone could see exactly how Jethro did that thing with Bob. Everyone. "Everyone," she said, gasping for breath as she took the dildo out again. "This is how they did it. Sucking each other like that. And then... plllrt." She made a bubbling sound with her lips, imitating the ejaculation. "All over his beard. The whole sticky mess." "And you know, guys," she continued conspiratorily. "Bob's not even that big. I mean, this here..." she wiggled the dildo in front of the phone, "this here's a monster, compared to Bob. He's all tiny, like. Except when Jethro sucks him. Then he seems to get bigger. Not a lot, but, y'know, every little bit helps." She eyed the dildo thoughtfully. "This one's really good, though," she said, after a minute of deliberations, for the first time aware of how good the thick hard knob felt inside her mouth. Mesmerized, she brought it back up, licking it carefully before inserting it again, this time sucking it slowly, enjoying the feeling of its tip hitting the roof of her mouth, filling it all up. Was it getting hot in here? Sally slurped and sucked on the rubber cock, massaging it with her tongue, when somehow, involuntarily, she grabbed her breast with one hand, squeezing it through her sweater. This thick dildo turned her on more than she knew! She slipped the hand under the sweater, running it over her heavy, saggy breast, lost in the moment. Surely, nobody could see what she was doing underneath her sweater, right? So it was all still part of the deminostration. Damn, her nipple was hard! For a moment she was amazed at herself, never having felt anything like this. At home, sex toys were strictly forbidden, but so was getting sucked off by a guy, so turnabout's fair play, she thought. But damn, it was hot in here. Not able to stand it anymore, she finally pulled off her sweater, her large breasts bouncing down to her belly. She grabbed them again, cock in mouth, and began to squeeze and rub them, pinching her nipples and trapping the long floppy shaft in her cleavage until it looked like her tits got fucked by a foot-long pink demon cock. Saliva was running down the side of the dildo and settled between her tits, making them slippery, until she actually could rub it between them, but that wasn't enough anymore. Opening her pants with shaking hands, she hastily pushed them off and fumbled with the other end of the cock, trying to get it into her pussy. It slid right in, lubricated by an abundance of wetness, but came just as easily back out, as she got more and more wet and excited. This was new. This was amazing. This was something she had never thought she could have. For a moment, she tried to push the one end into her muff, while still sucking on the other end in her mouth, but finally had to give up. Her tits and belly got in the way, and so her lips just let go of the dick with a sigh and she leaned back, spreading her legs far, and pushing the cock into her cunt as deep as she could. It was long enough that she could hold onto it with both hands while still drilling it in further, pounding her twat with all her strength. This was the chance of a lifetime, and she was bound to use it! Her thick, brunette pubes began to get sticky with the juices that came oozing out of her pussy, but Sally didn't care anymore. She wanted this fuck, and was going to enjoy it to the fullest. With the other end of the double-headed snake flopping around between her legs, she writhed and tossed around on the bed, pushing herself further and further to a wonderful, blissful climax. Then, not knowing why or how, she reached around with her other hand and took the other end of the dildo, slick from saliva, bent it and stuck it up her ass. Just like that, she thought. It went in just like that. But god, what a feeling! What a glorious sensation. Both holes now filled deep and wide, she groaned and whimpered, tussling her hair, twisting on the bed and finally, with a long, high-pitched yell, she came. Her pussy tightened, pushing the dildo out of her wet cunt hole, leaving her agape, only to be followed by a gush of juice that hit the bed and sprayed all the way over to the phone. Exhausted, Sally lay there for a moment, her arms and legs stretched out all over the bed, the other end of the dildo still firmly lodged in her asshole. Then, she looked down at the mess she made, turned over, and crawled on all fours up to the phone, her heavy, saggy tits dangling underneath her, the dildo slapping against her thighs between her legs. Her stream suddenly had doubled in numbers. Nay, tripled, probably. What came after tripled? She was never good with numbers, but it was a lot. Epilogue Sally sat the bags of groceries on the table. There were beans and rice, cans of beer, some jerky, everything her guys needed. Bob was still embarrassed about that whole thing with Jethro, and she certainly didn't want to talk about it either, but things had settled down a little bit in the past few days. "Thanks," he said. "How'd we pay for all this stuff?" "Oh, you know," Sally replied, "people just really really support you guys. I think my messages are finally getting the word out and all. I'm getting a lot of donations since I've become so... engaged in the whole thing." She searched the room for new packages, spotting a few unopened ones in the corner. "Yeah, well, all people keep sending us are those damn sex toys," Jethro grumbled, the only one who wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed about it all. "It's like they don't even know what we're doing here." Sally smiled. "Oh, don't you worry," she said as she stacked the boxes and picked them up. "I'll take care of those. They're making us good money." "On B-bay, huh?" Jethro asked, with a disgusted look on his face. "People are buying all kinds of crap on that internet!" "B-bay, right," Sally said, already on her way out to the car, balancing the stack of boxes in her hands. "See you guys later, gotta get this taken care of." Bob sighed, watching as the door fell close behind her. "She's so understanding," he said. "It's like her heart is really with the cause." Jethro stepped up to him and ran his hands playfully down his chest, grabbing his pouchy beer belly. "Mmh," he purred into Bob's ear. "As long as your dick is really with my cause, we'll all be alright." Bob smiled. This way, their fight against the tyrannical federal government could go on for a long time, as far as he was concerned. Patriots v Giants - Superbowl Bet Authors Note: During 2005 and 2006, I submitted twenty-one, mostly well received stories to Literotica, under another name. My life has changed since then and thought my writing would too, so I picked a new name. New name, new writing style, right? Fortunately or unfortunately, my writing style has stayed the same. If you don't like dominant men/married slut stories, please move along. Those that read to the end, please take the five seconds necessary to vote. Anonymous feed back is appreciated. Feedback with email address is the ultimate reward for an authors writing. Thanks to E and S for the story suggestions, modification and editing. TE She won't pay-up. I have been in a rut for the last few weeks, but this morning, a Monday, I sprang from bed and got into the office early. My corner office has a clear glass front, overlooking our showroom. Around the spacious floor today are a gleaming black Porsche 911, a red Porsche Boxster, two different model Land Rovers and 300, 500 and 700 Series BMWs. I am the general manager of an upscale auto dealership. Mandy is young, around twenty-seven years old. Her official title is receptionist. Unofficially, she is our eye candy. She is 5'7" and 135 pounds. Her red hair is cut stylishly and is shoulder length. She has great taste in clothing and always showcases her full round breasts, slim waist and long athletic legs that end at her tight, heart-shaped bottom. She starts work at 9am every morning. At 9:05 this morning she stood in my office doorway. "Christopher, can we talk?" "Sure," I answered. "Come on in and close the door." That morning, Mandy was dressed in a white blouse. Two buttons were open and the collar was spread wide. The blouse highlights her breasts nicely. Her dress black pants were low on her waist and very snug around her butt. They were close-fitting and outlined a pair of sexy slim legs. "Um . . . I want to talk about the bet." When I didn't say anything, Mandy continued, "Listen, I just can't pay up." Nodding slowly, I looked at my desk top, letting her wait. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, I looked into her green eyes and agreed, "I understand, Mandy." "I mean . . . if I wasn't married . . . well . . . maybe, you know?" I took a few seconds before continuing, I wanted my answer to sound just as I'd practiced. "The truth is I never thought you would pay up. Listen, it's going to be a busy day." I dismissed her and returned to my computer as she sputtered, turned and left my office. I couldn't help it. As she walked across the showroom floor, I had to watch the undulation of the most gorgeous ass I'd ever seen. One week earlier: The bet "You Giant fans are a bunch of pansies." I walked into the lunch room as Mike and Terry, two of our top salesmen, were returning to the floor. Mike rolled his eyes as I held the door open, let the two men pass, and entered to refill my coffee mug for the tenth time. Alone with Mandy, I asked, "Why are they pansies?" "Simple," she told me, "They're Giant fans and they won't bet me on the Super Bowl." "What do you want to bet?" With a gleam in her eye, she said, "Any amount. Five to one odds." Shaking my head, I countered her offer, "I'll take a bet, but I'm not betting cash with an employee." Mandy is a New England Patriot fanatic. A real nut. She smelled blood in the water and suggested, "Make an offer." I thought for a moment. "If you win, I'll buy you take-out, for a week." The young woman gave me a very under-whelmed look, so I continued, "I'll order your lunch, pick it up, pay for it, deliver it to the lunchroom and set out the lunch with a placemat and candle. I'll clean up when you've finished." I could tell by her smile that Mandy was warming to the idea. Having the boss wait on her had a certain appeal. "OK, that sounds like fun. And if, by some one in a million chance, I lose?" I finished pouring my coffee. Turning from the coffee pot and leaning against the counter, I stared her down. "If I win the bet . . ." I looked around the lunchroom. "If I win, you have to show me your bare ass." We had worked together for almost two years and had constantly flirted. I hadn't crossed the sexual harassment line so far. Until right now of course. We stared quietly at each other. I'll admit that I wondered if I had strained my relationship with Mandy. I finally shrugged and disappointingly headed back to my office. "Deal," was all she said, in a quiet and shy voice, just before I reached the lunchroom door. When I turned to her and cocked an eye, she got out of her chair and thrust out her hand. Wordlessly, we shook. Final score: New York Giants 17, New England Patriots 14. Over the next few weeks, I treated Mandy as I always did. Mandy on the other hand was quiet, embarrassed, and uncomfortable. One slow afternoon, I was inspecting the showroom and making my daily rounds. I smiled at Mandy and was surprised when she shyly waved me over. Her cheeks were slightly blushing as I approached. "I'm not saying I'll do it, but how do you see it happening?" Not knowing what she was talking about I repeat, "See it happening?" "Don't be a jerk, you know!" When I just stared with a confused expression, she huffed, "If I pay the bet by showing you my ass." "I hadn't really thought about it." That was a definite lie, I'd jerked off countless times to the fantasy. "Off-hand, you'd wear a skirt and be bare underneath. We'd go to the conference room and lock the door. You would spread your legs, lean over the table and pull the hem of your skirt over your back." Three days later, that's exactly what happened. Mandy's legs were long and tanned. The globes of her ass were full and round. Her pussy was hairless. She was wet and the lips of her twat were a deep red and wide open. It was as if the world slowed. I noticed the goose bumps on each ass cheek and few missed hairs inside the crack of her ass. I counted seven wrinkles that form the star of her back hole. God, she had a perfect ass. After collecting my bet, I reached out and pull her skirt back into place. "Paid in full," is all I said as I turned and left the conference room. A new offer. Returning from the lunchroom, a few weeks later, I found Mandy sitting across from my desk. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, as I circled my desk and plopped into the comfortable leather high-back. As always, Mandy looked great. She was wearing a tight red top. I noticed a hint of a fat nipple topping each round breast. Her tan skirt was short and I was able to see some of her right thigh as she sat, cross-legged. Leaning forward and showing some cleavage, she handed me a manila folder and asked, "What kind of a deal can you give me on the 325 series convertible that we just took in trade?" I pretended to study the folder, but I knew the details well. "We're going to ask $36, 900." Mandy nodded, "I figured it would be around there. What will you do for an employee?" "How does an even $32,500 sound?" The young receptionist pleaded, "Please! Can't you do better?" "Mandy, I'm offering you a good deal," I countered. "The car has low mileage. The mechanics tell me it's in great shape." "Christopher, I'm not a good negotiator. I'll tell you the best I can do. My husband said I could spend $30,000." "$30,000 won't do it Mandy. I'm sorry." I suspected that Mandy's cash offer was as high as she could afford and was well within the range I could approve for an employee, but I wondered if she might suggest other incentives. Shyly, she offered, "Would seeing my ass again, help?" I chuckled as I answered, "Your ass is spectacular, but I've already seen it." Mandy's eyes were glued to my desk top as she barely whispered, "I could blow you." I stared at the bowed head of the sexy married young woman and imagined the feeling of her lips as they wrapped themseves along my shaft. "Look at me Mandy." She inhaled deeply, raised her head and looked me in the eye. "Make the offer again." Mandy nodded and responded, "I'll give you a blowjob and $30,000 for the car." We shared a few moments of silence. "I'll cum in your mouth." It was a statement and not a question. Mandy nodded her agreement. "And you'll swallow." Again, she indicated a silent consent. "Do we have a deal?" She asked. Instead of answering directly, I asked, "Do you know what tantric sex is?" "I've heard of it, but don't think I know what it is." I explained, "Tantric sex is the practice of holding off cumming as long as possible. It greatly increases the intensity of the orgasm. I need you to understand that you won't be giving a quick three minute blowjob." Mandy's confidence seemed to return, as she responded, "That's OK. I love sucking cock and really get into it. Hold off as long as you can." I took her last words as a challenge. She repeated, "Do we have a deal?" For the second time in two weeks, Mandy and I shook on a deal. Mandy left my office with a huge smile on her face. I sat at my desk and watched the swing of her ass, with each step she took. On Wednesday, as I toured our facility, I stopped at Mandy's desk. "The car will be ready to pick up on Friday, so you'll need to bring in a cashiers check and complete the paperwork." After she nodded in agreement, I continued, "I'm working late on Thursday night. I'd like you to come back after dinner. Let's say at 9pm?" I raised my eyebrow. Mandy gave me a knowing smile. "Remember, it's just a blowjob." I nod and say, "Until I cum in your mouth and you swallow my load." Her eyes sparkled, winked and she let out a soft, sexy "MMMmmmm. Bring it on, Old Man." I smiled back and answered, "I will! I promise!" Thursday Night Mandy arrived just as I was finishing the last of my month end reports. She pointed at the front door, after it closed behind her. When I nodded, she locked it and walked my way. She looked fantastic, dressed down in a tight white New England Patriot tee shirt and faded jeans. Mandy followed, as I lead her through the office area and into the service bays. Her car was parked against the far wall. She squealed in excitement when she saw it. She clapped her hands, jumped up and down, and ran the length of our service area. She circled the car twice, inspecting every detail. Finding the drivers door unlocked, Mandy opened the door, dropped into the seat and continued her inspection. When she climbed out of the car and faced me, I couldn't read her mood. I simple admitted, "I've been looking forward to this." Mandy looked cute as she bit her bottom lip. Then she said, "Me too. You're such a nice guy. You're good looking too. I've fantasized about you." "Show me your tits." She looked at me for a couple of beats, and then shook her head. "That's not part of the deal. You'll get the best blow job ever. Just like I promised. But I'm married. I don't want to get carried way." "OK." I started to get undressed. "Are you going to get naked?" A suddenly startled Mandy asked. "Do you have a problem, if I do?" "No, I guess not," Mandy finished. She didn't take her eyes off me as I took off my shirt, tie and tee. Her smile grew wider and she commented, "You've got a nicer body than I thought. Not bad for an old guy." I smiled as I bend over to untie my shoes. I was happy with Mandy's compliment. I am 48 years old, 5'10" and weigh 185lbs and in very good shape for my age. I run, lift weights and swim on a very regular schedule. If Mandy was impressed with my chest, shoulders and arms, I knew she'd be thrilled when I took off my pants. I had a raging hard-on as I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled my boxers off with my pants and placed them on the hood of her car. Turning to face Mandy, I had to stifle a laugh at her expression. "Holy shit," she said, staring at my cock. I'm big. I'm long. I'm thick. "This is going to be so much fun. I haven't had a cock this big in years." I sat in the front driver's seat, with my legs pointing out, spread my knees and gave Mandy an inviting smile. As Mandy approached, she let out a laugh and admitted; "Now I'll think of your huge dick, every time I climb into the car." "All for me?" She said, as she knelt between my spread legs. She rested an arm along each of my thighs, opened her mouth and took my cock head and first thick inch in. Her mouth was filled, but I felt her tongue become very active. It wiggled back and forth under my head and shaft. When I groaned, Mandy lifted her head and bragged, "Maybe two minutes is all I'll need, Big Guy" "Don't get cocky," I warned. With a laugh, Mandy countered, "I think I have all the cocky, I can handle." Lowering her head again, she took the first five inches. I was impressed. When she gagged, instead of pulling back, she held still, became comfortable and pushed another two inches down her throat. It's obvious that Mandy has experience with an oversized cock. Again she stopped and relaxed. Her breathing tickled me as it exited her nose. She gripped my thighs and pushed another inch in. After repeating the process again, she became the first woman to swallow my thick nine inch cock. "Christ, Mandy. Your face looks so sexy, filled with my dick." I reached for the back of Mandy's head and held her tight against my groin. A long, "MMMMmmmmmm," vibrated around my shaft as she started to milk me with her throat muscles. When she started the slow, deliberate in and out deep throat blow job, I wondered if I may have under estimated her skills or my ability to hold off cumming. "You're doing great, girl. I never would have guessed you could suck cock so well." The sexy married woman continued a tantalizingly slow, deliberate blowjob. She gagged slightly, every time I entered her throat, but continued on to the base. Mandy milked me for a few beats, before starting her withdrawal. As she started a downward turn, I felt the first tingle of an orgasm. With all the concentration I could muster, I practiced my Tantric exercise. I closed my eyes and clenched the muscle in my abdomen that controlled the flow of piss. I started counting . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3. When I reached twenty, I unclenched the muscle. The need to cum passed. I leant back in the leather seat and enjoyed Mandy's efforts. I had to give her credit. She deep throated my wide staff over and over, without pause. I needed to push back my orgasm twice more and knew I could continue, until I could conquer Mandy's married body. Sloppy blowjobs are the best kind. After ten minutes of nearly non-stop head, my pubic hair and upper thighs were liberally coated with Mandy's spit. When my dick popped from her mouth, she wrapped her small fist around my stalk and starts a slow sensual stroke and asked, "How much longer?" She didn't wait for an answer as she lowered her mouth and let her long tongue circle my cock head. "You're doing great Mandy. The best cock sucker I've ever had. I bet if you show me your tits, I'll come faster." I tried to coax her into undressing. It didn't work, immediately. Shaking her head, Mandy swallowed me again. She sneaked her right hand under me and massaged my swinging balls as she tantalizingly worked nine inches in and out of her throat. Every few minutes, when I felt the start of an orgasm, I concentrated on squeezing the muscle in my abdomen. I held it between twenty and thirty seconds, until the animal need passed. As determined as I as to hold off, Mandy was almost as determined to get me off. Her right hand moved from my balls. She slid a spit covered finger into the crack of my ass and circled my hole, before sneaking the first inch past my sphincter. "God, you're such a little slut," I groaned, as she fingered my asshole and took my rod to its root. Mandy's enthusiasm and kink were a welcome surprise. Just as I decided to let go and cum down her throat, she pulled away and looks at me. In a husky, out-of-breath voice, she asked, "Will you cum quicker if I'm naked?" Again, she didn't wait for an answer. Using my thighs as leverage, she pushed herself to her feet. In a continuation of the motion, Mandy reached for the bottom of her tee and pulled it over her head. As she reached behind her back and unclasps her sexy white lace bra, she gave me an inviting smile. "Sucking your dick has me so fucking hot." Mandy shrugged off her bra and stood proudly before me, topless. Her breasts were round and full, topped with thick rubbery nipples. "Play with your tits, Mandy. Show me how you like it best." Giving me a gleaming smile, she traced her fingers over each nipple, slowly circling them. After a short time, she started to tug them lightly, increasing the pressure slightly with each pull. "Pull them harder," I half ordered/half suggested. Mandy closed her eyes; she pinched each nub and stretched them out, before letting them pop back into place. "Oh fuck," she moaned. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Mandy alternated between pinching and tugging her fat red nipples. "Take your jeans off." Mandy kicked off her sandals, unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them over her hips. She let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving her dressed in a black lace see-thru thong. Her hairless pussy was framed by a small black triangle of fabric. "Spread your legs." Her legs slid sideways, until they were shoulder length apart. Her left hand returned to her nipple, while her right hand worked its way under the flimsy lace of her thong." Mandy's knees buckled slightly as her middle finger traced her engorged lips. "Oh fuck, I'm so horny," she groaned. Mandy was ripe. I eased out of the Beamer and closed the short distance between us. I pulled her nearly naked body against me and felt her warm supple flesh as she pressed into me. My dick slid between her soft thighs. Mandy giggled as she squeezed my rod. She was breathing hard as I leant in and kissed her, plunging my tongue into the married woman's willing mouth. I explored her mouth for a long number of minutes as she groaned into mine. When I withdrew from her mouth, I pulled away and ordered, "Put your tongue in mine." We kissed again and I let Mandy's tongue wander inside me, before I clamped down and gently chewed her tongue. Holding her against me, with my left hand on the small of her back, I lifted my right hand and took a fist full of Mandy's red hair. "It's time to suck some more cock Mandy. But this time we do it my way." There was a trace of fear in her pretty eyes, but she groaned out a horny, "Oh god, yes!" "Get in the passenger side." I watched Mandy's nearly naked body, circle the car. As she reached for the passenger door handle, I slid into the driver's seat. When her door opened fully, I instructed, "Crawl in on your hands and knees." I took hold of a hand full of hair as Mandy climbed into the front seat. I guided her face over the cars gear shift and to my raging cock. She balanced herself with one arm across my chest and the other on the steering wheel. With steady pressure from the fist full of hair, I pushed her mouth back to my rod. "I want it really slow, Mandy. Slow and deep. Understand?" With half of my dick buried in her face, she bobbed her head in agreement. In almost slow motion, Mandy continued down my shaft. I felt a bump as I reach her throat. She gagged slightly, but easily took me down. As Mandy bottomed out, I held her face tight against my crotch. "Milk me with your throat." "Oh, fuck!" I groaned as I felt the rhythmic pressure of Mandy's throat contracting around my cock. "Keep it up, baby." My left hand was tangled up in the hair on the back of Mandy's head. Slowly, I slid my right hand down her back and over her ass. After palming each magnificent ass cheek, I pulled the black thong string from her crack and eased it over her globe. Patriots v Giants - Superbowl Bet Starting at the small of Mandy's back, I traced two fingers through her ass crack. She jumped as I circle her asshole and let out a mouth stuffed groan as I reached the bottom of her overflowing slit. "God, you're wet." I was amazed at the amount of juices streaming from her open hole. Mandy's pussy lips were swollen and super sensitive. When I reached her clit and lightly circled it, Mandy jumped and gagged around my dick. I let her back off, until I exited her throat, but kept the head in her warm wet mouth. "Relax, sweetheart. Breathe," I order. My fingers continued to lightly trace from her asshole to her clit and Mandy gurgled, grunted and groaned around my meat. After Mandy regained her breathing, I gently applied pressure to the back of her head. Mandy opened wide and took me to my pubes. I experimented with her sex. I did not enter her, but I felt her well-lubed anus expand as I pressed against her opening. Her cunt was super wet and tighter than I expected. When I explored her entrance, Mandy let out a long low, "EEErrrgghhhhhh." The vibration around my dick was amazing. I started to slip closer to an orgasm and concentrated on pushing the need away. My tantric exercises were working, despite how turned-on I was. I knew, when I finally came, it would be explosive. The next time my finger crossed Mandy's clit; I noticed a change in her breathing. It was starting to become a bit more ragged. She pushed back into my probing fingers and circled her hips. Deciding I wanted her to have her first orgasm, I circled her wet clit with a bit more pressure. She mimicked the movement of my fingers as she bent across the car, with my cock filling her throat. As her breathing becomes more ragged, Mandy tried to pull off my rod, but I held her firmly in place. "Cum for me, baby. Cum over my fingers." Her circling hips started a hard bucking motion. "Breath Mandy. Breath through your nose." An animal like, "AAAAAArrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhh," filled the air. Mandy's ass was bouncing uncontrollably. As she quickly moved closer to a peak, she started to choke around my log. I pulled her off my dick and listen to her pant, "Stop . . . stop . . . yes . . . here it cums . . . agggggggainnnnnnn. Mandy was out-of-it. She leaned back and sat in the passenger seat. I jumped from the car, approached Mandy's side and helped her stand. She was wobbly and in an orgasmic bliss. I guided her to the front of the car and eased her backwards, until she bumped into the hood. In a dream like state, I eased her onto her back, stepped between her spread thighs and speared her. Her cunt entrance opened and she screeched, "Fuck meeeeeee haaaaaard." She was vice tight, but accepted me easily. As I started a slow, deep deliberate pace, she grunted, "What are you doing to me?" I decided not to answer and smiled to myself as her right hand found her clit and she rubbed herself as I deep fucked her. "I'm going to . . . aaarrrggggggghhhhhh . . . fuuuuuck meeeeeee!" Her tight tunnel hugging my shaft, as I drilled her. I had to hold off my orgasm and concentrated for nearly a minute to push away my need. When I had regained control, I watched Mandy with interest. She was a sexed up mess. Our combined sweat covered the sexy married woman. Her red hair was a tangled mess and her tits were bouncing over her chest as I plunged in and out. Remembering the pleasure she received when she had pinched her own nipples, I reach out and take a fat rubbery nub between my thumb and forefinger. I alternated pinching her nips and slowly increased the pressure and length of my pinches. Mandy yelled, "Feels so fucking good," and thrust her fingers back to her clit. If tantric is done well, a woman should become consumed in the act and lose track of time. I'll bet Mandy would have been shocked to know; we'd been having sex for almost ninety minutes I had spent a good deal of time groping Mandy's beautiful ass, so she wasn't concerned when I snuck my right hand under her. My fingers easily found her soaked ass crack. I buried my bone in her pussy, held it in place and pushed two fingers deep into her ass. I looked into her wide spread eyes and told her, "I'm taking your ass, next." She responded by croaking out, "You're going to split me in half." I worked her ass with my fingers and puss with my dick. She had a small orgasm, settled, and then a large one started to build. When it hit, she bucked her hips, bounced against the hood of her car and screamed, "I'm fucking cuuummmming agggggain." As her orgasm reached its peak, I pulled from both her holes, push her thighs back, lined my dick up with her asshole and pushed three inches through her tight ring. Mandy had been circling her clit with a finger. She grunted as I filled her ass and she automatically pushed two fingers into her empty twat. Pulling back slightly, I forced two more inches into her tightest hole. She easily accepted five inches up her bum, as I start a slow ass fuck. Mandy continued to play with herself, but seemed to be cummed out. I pounded her ass for ten minutes and when I felt an orgasm starting to build, I decided to blow my load. I pull from her ass with a pop, stood between her spread thighs, and let her rest her legs on my shoulders. I fisted my fat dick and jerked off. It didn't take long. With a roar, I came. The first shot flew out and landed just below her tits. The second landed on her neck and streamed down. The remainder puddled on her pubic mound and dripped along her pussy lips. I was tired and took a step back. I let Mandy's legs ease down, until her feet reached the floor. She lay along the hood for a long few minutes. She finally struggled into a sitting position and looked at me. I love the look of a well-fucked woman and Mandy was well fucked. We stared at each other for a short time, until she asked, "What the fuck just happened?" Feeling a bit cocky, I answered, "We had a quickie!" Mandy stuttered, "A . . . a . . ." and then laughed. It was an honest laugh. Looking at her watch, she got an alarmed look. "Fuck, its 11:10. We had sex for two fucking hours." And then she shook her head and laughed again. "I'm glad I told hubby, I was meeting a girlfriend and not to wait up." She looked down her body and for the first time noticed she was covered with her cum, my cum and sweat. "What a fucking mess," and she laughed again. Mandy and I slowly stood, smiled at each other and dressed. As we got ready to leave, Mandy asked, "Are you surprised this happened?" I grinned at Mandy and answered, "I hope you don't get mad, but no, I'm not surprised. In fact, things went as I planned." "I should be pissed . . . really pissed, but I'm not. That was incredible. I hope we can do it again." Mandy approached me, lifts up on her toes and lightly kissed my lips. She turned and I followed her to the showroom and watched that incredible ass swing as she walked to the front door.