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Slingin' Hash Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



To any outside observer, life had been nothing but a endless trial for Beverly Tibbits. At 52, due to the chronic health and dependency issues with her Husband over the past two decades, Beverly had long been the main breadwinner in the household.

From a rural Missouri town and without a high school degree, a result of getting pregnant when she was 15, Beverly had been forced to take work where she could find it, either in the 'mom and pop' retail outlets in the area and for awhile at a frozen food packaging factory until it went bankrupt and had to close its doors. For the past four years, Beverly had toiled as a waitress at a greasy spoon at the intersection of I-29 and Highway 36 along the Kansas/Missouri border in the little town of St. Josephs.

Even by the most modest of standards, Beverly's circumstances were far from ideal. Having come to the realization that her Husband's health was never going to improve enough to allow him to lessen the load of work on her as she aged, Bev could do nothing but face day after day of 8-10 hours shifts and small tips, with really no hope for anything more.

Through it all however, Bev always seemed to manage a friendly smile and warm word to the people she encountered. It had been how she was raised, to always appreciate what she did have and understand that others had it worse. Still, the dull and hopeless tension grew like a steadily creeping cancer inside Beverly and every night when she allowed herself the one guilty pleasure of soaking her sore and throbbing feet, she prayed that something better would eventually come along.

There were half a dozen other waitresses working at Bernie's Diner, all of them cut from the same cloth as Beverly. Small town Midwestern women, resting precariously in middle age, with a lifetime of bittersweet memories and uncertain futures. 

All but one was married, but Beverly was in the strange position to have the only Husband of the bunch that could really be trusted. Partly due to his health issues and partly due to the fact that she was probably the only woman God had put on the Earth that would have tolerated him for the better part of 36 years. She had lost count of how many times the husbands of the women she worked with made either a subtle or not so subtle 'come on' to her and her fellow co-workers. That was just how men were wired she'd accepted a long time ago, to stray, and the smaller the town, the shallower the straying pool. In a way, Beverly relished the jealousy the other waitresses looked at her with knowing that Beverly knew where her Husband was at while she was at work, while many of them didn't.

When you don't have a lot to keep score with in life, Beverly took solace from whatever small victory she could. 

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The Thursday night in early November couldn't have been more typical and routine for Beverly as she worked the 4-Midnight shift. While there had been the normal dinner rush, it had pretty much dissipated after 8pm, and by 10 all that remained was the occasional straggler off the highway and some of the local truckers who frequented Bernie's. 

If Beverly hadn't made a ton of tips by the time the dinner rush was over, she pretty much knew her take home pay for the night would be slim pickings. Very few of the out of towners tipped well as the night went on, and many of the locals were content to sit around and nurse a couple cups of coffee, shooting the shit with their buddies and occasionally flirting with the girls who worked there.

Usually by 10, Bev had lost what little humor she had dealing with everything and often those final few hours of the shift just seemed to drag by. Still, Beverly consistently soldiered on, trying to keep her and her co-workers spirits up until she could go home and crash, knowing full well she'd face the same ordeal tomorrow.

By 10:30 that night, there were only two customers left in the restaurant, one a local towtruck driver who was getting ready to pay his bill, and a middle aged black man Beverly had never seen before, who had pulled into the parking lot in a rental car about 45 minutes earlier, and was now putting the final touches on a slice of apple pie he'd ordered for dessert.

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For the past eight years, Myron McLean had ate at more greasy spoons than he cared to admit. Still relatively spry and healthy for a man of 38, he knew his waistline had increased a few inches since taking the Midwest sales director job at a Pharmaceutical company based in his hometown of Birmingham, Alabama.

About once a month, Myron would take a northern trek from Alabama, up through Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska and Wyoming visiting several hospitals and doctors' offices along the way before following a southern route back home doing the same through Colorado, Oklahoma, and Arkansas before making the rounds through what was left of the Gulf Coast then returning back to Birmingham.

While the travel did keep him away more than he wanted from his wife and kids, Myron had gradually discovered some of the perks that came with being in a different town every night. Yes, the sales position did create a decent income in these times of obscenely bloated medical costs, but somewhere along the way, Myron found he had the ability to score more fresh pussy as he approached 40 than he ever dreamt of when he was younger.

A good percentage of the women he met on the road were at bars or clubs, but he also encountered a surprising amount of willing ladies at the restaurants or hotels he stopped at. Myron went into Bernie's Diner that night however with sex being the furthest thing from his mind. After oversleeping and getting a late start that morning, Myron had hustled but could never seem to quite catch up. He'd even skipped lunch and by the time he sat down and ordered dinner that night, all that mattered was putting some nourishment in his 240 pound body. 

Scoping out his surroundings as he waited for his meal, Myron planned out a simple evening of eating, then going up the street to the hotel and turning in to get a fresh start tomorrow. Besides his need for sleep, there really wasn't a lot of sexual landscape in the Diner at that late hour. Myron quickly noticed wedding bands on all three waitresses, not that any of them even remotely looked to be the type for a meaningless one night encounter with a complete stranger in a hotel room. 

He had sat down in Allison's section, and of the three with her long reddish brown hair and outgoing personality, seemed to be the most desirable of the trio. After giving his order to her, Myron watched as she disappeared into the kitchen only to have another waitress, one with Beverly embossed on her nametag finally bring his meal.

"Allison's in the back helping the cook clean up, I'll be up here if you need anything," She offered, the fatigue of a long shift clear in her polite but haggard voice.

Realizing he still had some room left for dessert, Myron ordered a slice of apple pie as the last of the other customers paid then filtered out. All alone now in the dining area with his hunger now satisfied, Myron was able to make occasional eye contact with Beverly as she made her rounds, getting the place cleaned up. He could clearly see from the slump of Bev's back and her awkward gait just how hard her job was on her. While there was a twinge of empathy in Myron, with the distraction of an empty belly out of the way, another unquenched hunger slowly re-emerged. It had been three days since Myron had fucked his wife before leaving on his business trip and as his dinner settled, he could feel a growing sensation gnaw at his groin. 

"Just get back to the hotel, maybe get a movie on Spectra-vision, then get some sleep," his common sense told him.

"Would you like some coffee with your pie?" Bev interrupted his inner train of thought.

"Yes, please," Myron agreed against his better judgment, knowing the coffee would make it that much tougher to fall asleep.

Myron inhaled the light scent of Beverly's perfume as he sat there in the booth, watching her pour him a cup of coffee from the pot. His elbows resting on top of the table, he couldn't help stealing a glance or two to his left with the waitress' rather heavy bosom right at his eye level.

"Very well endowed," he grinned internally, knowing her breasts must have been quite a sight when she was younger and they were much firmer. Still, he couldn't resist imagining just how arousing they would look resting in his hands. This caused his dick to harden that much more under the table.

"Thank you," he said after Bev finished pouring his coffee. "I'll be out of here in a minute or two so you can finish cleaning up."

"No hurry," Beverly laughed. "The overnight crew comes in at Midnight..what we don't get to, they can finish up." 

"I bet she's never even seen a black man naked," Myron found himself thinking as he watched her walk back to the counter. "Not too many blacks around here I'm guessing and she doesn't look like the internet porn type."

"She's probably been married to the same guy for over 30 years," he correctly guessed. "And from the looks of things, it got old a long, long time ago."

"I wouldn't even know how to start trying to get her back to the hotel," Myron wondered between sips of coffee. Most of the women he met and hooked up with on the road were relatively easy marks, pretty much being able to access their availability soon after making eye contact and a little small talk.

Beverly, along with the other two waitresses on shift gave out no such signals, but Myron was now almost to the point of being mesmerized with Bev as he finished his coffee, subtly watching the defeat in her posture and the unmistakable void in her eyes, wondering if it was something he could fill.

After a few moments of benign contemplation, Myron decided to just let it go.

As he sat there and finished the last bites of his pie however, Myron couldn't tear his gaze away from the way Beverly's heavy bosom bounced each time she took a step, straining the front of her apron. His manhood continued to inflate between his legs until it created a logshaped bulge along the inner thigh of his business slacks imagining how divine the waitress' titties would look like spilling free from her bra.

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All that filtered through Beverly's head at that late hour were thoughts of finishing her shift, going home and soaking her feet while having a few Bud Lights before going to sleep, just to start the daily grind all over again.

The dinner rush had gone smoothly and as the late evening stragglers gradually filtered away, Beverly looked up to see only one customer remaining. Her two co-workers, Cindy and Allison had gone back into the kitchen to help clean up and get a head start on the next day's prep leaving Bev to clean the counter and wait on anyone else who might trickle in.

Beverly could tell from the lone customer's out of state plates he was just passing through, not to mention the color of his skin as well. There were very few colored folk, as she called them, in the area. Many of her friends and family used much harsher terms, but Beverly herself wasn't prejudice. She always had a kind smile and loving place in her heart for everyone, but somewhere deep down on a primal level, from the environment and generation she'd been raised , Bev did feel different when she was in the presence of people not quite like herself.

The black gentleman eating in the diner didn't give off any bad vibes for Bev and he seemed friendly enough as they made occasional polite chatter. When she noticed him take the last sip of his coffee, and clean the plate of his pie, Bev quickly walked over with a pot of coffee in her left hand just to make sure he didn't want one more cup before he paid.

Walking towards him with a slight limp on her sore feet, Bev asked if he wanted a re-fill. Myron smiled and said no.

"Can I get your check then?" Beverly asked.

"Sure," Myron replied, wiping a few crumbs from his lips with his napkin.

Just as she was about to turn back to the counter to add up his tab, Bev felt a warm vicelike grip clamp down on her right wrist.

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Myron did it, almost as if on autopilot. He was himself startled for a moment as his fingers closed around the waitress' hand. Something base and instinctual tripped through Myron's synapses as Beverly's flesh tingled against his clenched palm. The older woman hovering beside him there in the booth, Myron could feel his adrenaline rage as he held her close. It had either been luck or cosmic timing when Myron reached out and grabbed Beverly that they were the only two people in the dining room. All the other customers were gone and Bev's co-workers were busy in the kitchen.

There wasn't any maliciousness or intimidation in Myron's grip, only a steady and unbending calm.

"I'm staying in the Holiday Inn up the street....I'd really like it if you'd stop by after work," Myron said with patient and cool clarity.

Bev was still too mortified to move. Somehow she knew she could scream into the kitchen for help, but as she stood there snared by the customer's hand, she didn't feel any fear, only befuddlement.

"You look like a really nice lady who's just missing a little something in her life. I think I might be able to fill that need and I'd love the chance.....I'm staying in room 222," Myron deep syrupy voice encircled Beverly before he eased his grip and let her go.

Reaching into his wallet, Myron dropped $30 on the table to pay for his meal and a generous tip.

Beverly continued to stand there like a statue, even after Myron freed her, a coffee pot in one hand and a slight tremor in the other.

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Two hours later Myron was laying on his hotel bed in his boxers, knowing he needed to turn off the TV and get some sleep. Letting out a deep chuckle when he thought back to the interlude with the waitress at the diner, a few hours of contemplation had helped Myron realize just how outlandish his offer to her was. To think some 50 something married woman from a bigoted small town would just traipse down the street to meet a stranger, a black stranger at that, in a hotel room was more than even Myron could justify.

"I shouldn't have even given her my room number....I'm surprised she didn't call the cops," he thought to himself as he finished off one of the beers he'd bought on the way to the hotel. "Got to make a mental note not to stop at that restaurant next time I'm passing through."

Lazily pawing at his fat cock as it hung like a sleeping snake through the slit of his boxers, Myron flipped the channels on the remote.

"I need to nut," he said to himself knowing he could always just rent a pay-per-view but didn't want it showing up on his credit card.

"I'm in the mood for the real thing anyway...I'll just finish this beer and get some sleep..maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow night up in Lincoln," he decided.

Just as he was about to click off the television, a faint knocking sound peeked his ears.

"That has to be next door or across the hall," he guessed from the distance of the echo. 

Against his better judgment, Myron got up and checked anyway. A sizzling jolt of electricity shot through his body we he saw a distorted female figure fidgeting through the lens of the glass peephole.

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How Beverly Tibbits got from the diner to the Holiday Inn four blocks from where she worked instead of going home, she still wasn't sure. She had called home and woke up her drunk Husband to tell him she had to take one of her co-workers home because their car wouldn't start. It was a lie Beverly knew would likely never be uncovered considering her Husband, hardly ever snooped by the diner when she was working. Besides, he sounded as if he had passed back out before she even hung up the phone.

Since none of her co-workers knew about her interaction with the customer either, Bev was certain no one had a clue as to where she was headed after work. Still, she waited until everyone else had pulled out of the parking lot to leave herself since the hotel was the opposite direction from where she lived.

A few minutes later, Bev sat in a parking space at the rear of the hotel, her face etched with pained paranoia as prayed not to be seen. Not wanting any of the locals who might be working at the desk to see her walk in, Bev looked around from the sanctuary of her car until she found a back entrance. Nearly 10 minutes passed before she somehow worked up the courage to get out and enter the hotel. After cautiously struggling to climb the stairs to the second floor on her tired and throbbing feet, Bev weaved down the hall until she came to Room 222.

All that lying and strain for a man that she didn't even know the name of. Simply a stranger who had somehow sensed her vulnerability and ceased upon it.

It took every ounce of will Beverly had to knock weakly on the door. As soon as she did, she felt an overwhelming urge to turn and re-trace her steps back down the hall. She could feel a presense on the other side of the door watching through the peephole however, and before she could turn away and fend off that invisible hold, the door swung open. 

She instantly found it impossible to sustain any sort of eye contact with the handsome, broad shouldered man standing inside the half opened door. Clutching her purse nervously against the front of the blue sweater she'd changed into after work, Beverly's head swiveled side to side as she melted under the weight of the stranger's searing stare.

"Come in," he said. 

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"My name is Myron," he offered to the speechless woman who quickly disappeared into the room so not to be seen by anyone roaming the halls.

"I'm Bever....," she started to say before Myron interrupted.

"Beverly," he finished her sentence politely. "I remember from the diner."

".....I love my Husband," came Beverly's curious reply a few breaths later, a rapidly spreading blush washing across her face and neck as she stood face to face with the half naked man.

Continuing to grip her purse strap tightly against her heaving chest, Beverly fought to raise her vision above the horizon of Myron's constant and hungry gaze.

"I really don't know.....why....I ...came here," Beverly stammered wearily.

"I know you love your Husband," Myron offered with matter of fact compassion, staring down at the wedding band on Beverly's left hand. "I love my wife too..... but I don't think it was love that brought you up here."

In that moment, Beverly hated the man standing in front of her for the blatant dismissiveness he showed towards infidelity. In the next breath however, Bev had to cast hate upon herself when she saw her reflection in the hotel room mirror, realizing why she too was there.

"You're here to either get something he wont, or cant, give you anymore," Myron calmly appraised.

Beverly's heart fluttered and her feet tapped nervously in her shoes hearing Myron's honest and prophetic assessment.

"You came all the way over here thinking I might have something you need," Myron continued, causing Beverly's eyes to accidentally drift down to his crotch and the noticeable bulge that protruded the front of his boxers.

"Am I right?" he coolly interrogated.

"......I'm here....," Bev admitted with resigned defeat. 

Myron was somewhat stunned by the ease of his conquest and felt more than a twinge of guilt for how vulnerable the older woman seemed as she stood shaking in front of him. Seizing the moment however, Myron took a full step forward before dropping down to his right knee until his face was eye level with Beverly's waist.


Slingin' Hash Ch. 01



Just as he started to unsnap the clasp of Bev's jeans, Myron inhaled and grinned, overwhelmed by the billowing scent of the married woman's arousal as it permeated her crotch. Beverly was swaying so noticeably, Myron nudged her backwards until she was flat against the wall, holding her steady as he worked her pants and panties down her thighs, over her knees, and finally down to her feet.

Beverly's pussy now completely exposed, Myron smiled, licking his lips at the tangle of black and gray pubic hair, split down the center by Bev's swollen pink labia. Coaxing his large hand over the expanse of Beverly's muff, the dewy drizzle seeping out coated Myron's entire palm as he lovingly cupped her sex in his hand.

Several jip-like squeels shot from Bev's throat as she squirmed against the wall, naked from the waist down as the black traveler squeezed even harder at her cunt. His middle and ring fingers extended, Myron inserted them deep into Beverly's slippery fissure, causing the older woman's sheepish, gravely voice to shatter like broken glass throughout the room.

"UUHH..UUHHH...UUHHH," Beverly helplessly moaned, her greasy feminine sheen steadily dripping down Myron's wrist and arm. 

Leaning in with catquick precision, Myron opened his mouth and pressed it flush against Beverly's hirsute pussy, slurping the seeping vaginal glow from the woman's long ignored womb.

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It had been so long since anyone had touched Beverly down there. While she had explored herself on the rare occasion (a fact she'd never admit to even with her closest confidante), most nights Beverly was simply too tired and beat to even think about servicing herself.

She knew her Husband, or anyone else for that matter, had never put their mouth down there. And now here she was, locked in a hotel room at one o'clock in the morning, allowing a complete stranger to touch places inside of her even she was hesitant to explore. Pressing the back of her head hard against the wall, Beverly wailed as Myron's tongue snaked with splendid determination against her swollen and achy poon.

The purse that had been slung securely over Beverly's shoulder since she entered the room finally dropped with a thud to the floor as Myron gradually usurped control of her muscular function. Grasping her right hand tight against her chest, Beverly anxiously kneaded her sagging breasts through her sweater as the black man at her feet brazenly ravaged her cunt.

A small town girl who had led a relatively simple and sheltered life, even though Bev had heard frequently of oral sex, it was something she never imagined experiencing, much less asking for. While she did perform the occasional blowjob on her Husband when he use to be able to get it up, and perhaps with a couple of boys she dated in high school many moons ago, in 52 years Beverly had never had anyone return the favor. She had never considered herself a sexual person, but as Myron's tongue sizzled across her clitoris and his fingers drilled upwards, deep into her quivering vaginal fissure, Beverly could feel decades worth of dammed lust beginning to burst free.

Images flooded Beverly's head; of the unsuspecting people in the adjoining rooms who would hear the muffled moans through the walls, of her Husband who was home and most likely passed out in bed, of her family and friends who would be beyond mortified knowing she was giving her body freely to a black man. But all those images began to burn in her mind's eye like Polaroids in a fireplace as the roaring sensation in her loins rapidly spread to every extremity of her body.

Spreading her feet wide to grant Myron complete access, a long and low guttural groan grew from deep within Beverly's chest cavity until Myron's mouth and fingers pushed her over the edge. No choice but to cum, Beverly felt Myron's forceful hold on her intensify until she was bucking back and forth between his face and the solid wall behind her, her own copious vaginal spray spritzing wetly over Myron's entire upper body.

Beverly shuddered for nearly a minute afterwards, the heavy weight of her breasts heaving up and down as she fought to replenish the spent oxygen in her boiling blood. Feeling the floor below seem to give way when Myron removed his hands and face from her crotch, Bev's legs buckled and she crumpled from exhaustion and dizziness to her knees. Her face ashen red and white as she knelt on the floor, her face level with Myron's waist, Beverly put her hands down on her bare thighs to balance herself as Myron stared down at her.

Patting the fingers of his right hand gently across the top of Beverly's hair, Myron reached into the fly of his boxers with his left and pulled out the rigid slab of manhood, dropping it with a meaty thud across Beverly's sweaty forehead and brow.

Standing patiently above Beverly, smirking, Myron told her to reach up and pull his underwear down. Rubbing his cock back and forth across Bev's face, Myron could feel exhaled breaths from her mouth and nose caress his sensitive penile flesh.

So exhausted and scared too of what indignities she might be capable of, it was a cautious chore for Bev to reach up and clasp her chubby fingers around the elastic waist band of Myron's boxers. Pulling her hands down, the front of Myron's underwear gradually lowered until his thick black dick sliced like a freed switchblade through the air, bobbing and bouncing right in front of her dazed and glassy eyes. An audible gasp escaped Bev's lips as the cock's single eye seemed to measure her.

Stepping out of the boxers one leg at a time, Myron quickly kicked them aside before returning to his stance directly above the kneeling waitress. Completely naked before her, this time Myron used his left hand to hold Beverly's head steady and his right to aim his seething cock straight for her face.

"That's the same mouth she kisses her Husband with every night," Myron thought as he shoved the head of his dick directly between Beverly's trembling lips.

Lurching his groin forward, Myron sunk the upper third of his manhood into the married woman's mouth, feeling her sway precariously between his feet as her heavy breasts bounced against each of his parted legs. Feeding his rigid dick steadily down Beverly's throat, Myron could see the saliva trail on it increase in length each time he eased it backwards before shoving it in even deeper on the next forward thrust.

Standing still as he looked down, with his free hand perched on his waist, Myron watched as Beverly's facial muscles struggled to accommodate his bulging girth. Rubbing the fingers of his right hand through Bev's graying hair, Myron rotated his crotch in slow methodical circles until he was facefucking the older woman in a steady, continuous rhythm.

Easing his fingertips down the side of Bev's cheek, all the way to his dick shoved securely in her mouth, Myron rubbed the residue of Beverly's vaginal discharge remaining on his fingers over the expanse of his veiny cock, forcing her to ingest it as he steadily jabbed it down her throat.

"Swirl your tongue around it," Myron taunted, gasping each time his balls bounced against her chin.

Looking down over Bev's shoulder, Myron watched her bare ass as it rubbed the wall behind her, imagining just how good the fat, pale white heart shaped orb was going to look raised in the air for him when he finally got her on the bed.

"All in due time" he mentally tried pacing himself.

Myron thought about cumming in Beverly's mouth. The mental picture of his steaming seed plastered across her face sent shockwaves through his body, causing his already rigid dick to jerk even harder on Beverly's palate. Sensing he had her helpless to any whim he might thrust upon her however, Myron pressed his dick as far as it would go down Beverly's gullet, wanting to see just how much she could take. Satisfied when he saw the way her entire body buckled on her knees trying to handle such a massive mouthful, Myron finally pulled back and allowed his saliva drenched manhood to slide over Bev's lips and chin.

"Now I want to see how much your pussy can take," he bluntly told Bev.

"Get up on the bed," he pointed with his left hand.

* To be Continued....

Part 2 will be posted soon



Slingin' Hash Ch. 02



When Myron took a step back, Bev had a clear view where he was pointing. Feeling the muscles of her jaw throb after straining to accommodate such a challenging girth, Beverly wondered just how she was going to manage taking all of him inside her.

"You've delivered two kids..." a distant voice tried reassuring, but as she stared up at Myron's cock jutting like a third arm from his crotch, she felt a icy hot jolt quiver through her body knowing the ordeal he was about to put her through.

Somehow, Bev had no fear of the naked stranger standing above her. She sensed that if she went over and grabbed her pile of discarded clothes, he would allow her to dress, leave and return to her life as it was, without a word. Still, Beverly found herself doing exactly as he had told her. Struggling to stand back up and make her way towards the bed, for the first time in her life Bev could literally taste her own selfish and primal want.

The rest of Beverly's body had filled so completely with numbing shock, she'd forgotten just how tired the soles of her feet were until she tried once again to stand. With a little help from Myron, Bev slowly made herself upright and allowed him to guide her to the bed.

Easing behind Bev once they reached the foot of the bed, Myron slid his hands down to her waist and raised her blue sweater up over her head, leaving the married woman standing there in nothing but her bra. Reaching his hands around Beverly from behind, Myron wrapped his large black hands around each of her tits, squeezing the ivory white cups of her bra firmly between his fingers and palms. Kneading Bev's fleshy bosom over and over, Myron held her tight against his bare chest, kissing his lips repeatedly over her neck and collarbone as his still rigid cock poked insistently at her rear.

Snugly embracing Bev from behind, Myron patiently kneaded her breasts for several minutes until each of her nipples were graphically poking out the sheer material of her bra cups. Her back trembling against his chest, Myron licked his tongue underneath Bev's earlobe, over her shoulder blades, then down her spinal column until he came to rest on one knee. 

Perched directly behind Beverly, Myron slid his right hand back between her thighs and snaked his fingers into the older woman's still moist and tender vagina. Hungrily kissing and biting at the ample flesh of Beverly's ass, Myron gently frigged her pussy until she was gasping and teetering above him.

Keeping his right hand wedged between Beverly's legs as he stood up, Myron used his left to squeeze free the four rear clasps of Bev's bra. Swimming his fingers faster through the wincing woman's cunt each time he undid a closure, Myron's grin grew wider and wider until the last clasp was undone. 

Slipping the straps over the front of Bev's shoulders, Myron moaned his approval into her right ear when he watched her huge sagging tits spill free. Clutching her pussy tight in his buried right hand, Myron eased his left around Beverly's body and anxiously cupped each one of the heavy orbs.

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Beverly now found herself completely naked in a hotel room with a man she'd known for barely an hour. Her back turned towards Myron's daunting presence, Bev stared down at the bed knowing full well what was about to take place on it. Beverly found herself grinding backwards against the black stranger's hand as it pressed intensely between her legs, and as she looked down, her eyes glazed over watching the way Myron's large left hand roamed freely over her chest. Her own left hand wrapped around Myron's as he squeezed her breasts, Beverly felt her wedding band brush across his firm hand, and in that moment, she knew she'd submitted not only to his physical, but also his psychological hold.

Holding her breath when Myron freed his hand from her breasts, Bev shivered, wondering where it would go next. A long gasp seeped from her lips when she felt his grip close around her shoulders, pushing her forward until she was on the bed, kneeling on all fours with Myron closing in behind her.

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Myron had fucked a lot of women over the years, both before and after getting married. Many of them, most in fact, had been better looking, not to mention younger than Beverly. But there was something about her unspoken lust, her weakness, seeming to be a vessel in need of being filled that turned Myron on more than he could ever remember. Sensing from the first moment Beverly walked through the door just what she was giving up by coming there, Myron also correctly nailed the hunch about her deep seeded social and cultural prejudices. In turn, Myron soaked in every ounce of implication as he eased up on the bed behind Bev and prepared to claim her as his.

Laying down to Bev's right, Myron gently took the older woman by the waist and helped her roll over flat on her back beside him. Sliding down slightly, Myron positioned his groin until it was perpendicular to Beverly's and the shaft of his straining spear was aimed directly at the blooming fissure of her cunt.

Situated perfectly so that he could see Beverly's face, as well as his cock entering her vagina, Myron took a measure of pride watching the first dick take root inside of her in a very long time.

Myron's gaze locked on Bev's, he was stunned by just how wide-eyed and fixed the naked woman's stare was as she looked down the length of her body at his prick disappearing between her flared vaginal lips. Using his right hand, Myron wiped back the matted tangle of Beverly's pubic hair so they both had a clear view of his dick sliding ever deeper into her steaming womb.

"Can you feel me inside you?" Myron asked.

".......YEEEESSSSS," Bev gasped, her raspy voice spreading like fog through the room.

"Has your Husband ever been this deep in you?" Myron whispered accusingly into Bev's ear.

"....No...," came her shamed response.

"No one's ever this deep in you?" Myron asked again, pushing even more of his joint deep into Bev's molten pool.

"NOOOO," she gulped again, a layer of sweat now beading on her brow.

"And no one else ever will," Myron confidently hissed, his cruel but caring voice swirling in her head as he nibbled and chewed at her earlobe and neck.

Gradually inching his dick as far as it would go inside Beverly, once he hit bottom, Myron eased it out far enough just so she could look down and see how her vaginal juices had drenched his shiny black tool, then Myron shoved it with forceful precision all the way back into her. Over and over he did that until he had built up a constant, rapturous rhythm.

Tapping Bev's clitoris with one hand, Myron draped his other across her chest to fondle her breasts as they swayed wildly side to side. The bedsprings beginning to strain under their combined weight, Myron fixated on the way Beverly's pink vaginal pulp clasped tightly around his manhood each time he eased it backwards, only to disappear with a rubbery, squishing pop when he stabbed his dick forward.

Supporting himself on his left elbow, Myron rapidly increased his pace inside Bev. Shifting his right hand from her clit, he raised it to her chest and began massaging her tits which bounced wildly each time he slammed his groin forward. Taking each of Beverly's nipples between his fingers, Myron tenderly rolled and tweaked them until they'd grown to the full size of cherries.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked after several minutes of relentless pounding.

"...Yes," Bev's voice hissed like air rushing from a balloon.

"Not yet," Myron snapped defiantly, stopping his fuck pace on a dime and pulling his dick almost all the way out of Bev's cunt.

"Please...," Beverly begged. "Please put it back in me.....I ....I......need to......cu....."

"Cum?" Myron finished her plea, savoring the blush that washed across Bev's face at having to verbalize her own selfish desperation.

Myron waited there with pride watching the way Bev clumsily tried humping her crotch upwards and sideways trying to get his dick back inside her.

"You want it?" he half laughed.

"YESSS...PLEEEZZZEE," Beverly cried.

"Then here it is," Myron roared, slamming his groin all the way forward until his pubic bone was once again welded to hers.

"OOHHHH....GOODDDDDDDD," Bev croaked with horrifying delight when Myron resumed his blistering pace.

"I need to cum...I need to cum...I need to cum," Beverly squealed over and over, her words overlapping like toppled rail cars of a wrecked freight train. 

Ramming her cooch back against Myron's cock with savage intent, Bev's head swiveled side to side on the mattress until Myron finally granted her another release. Her fat legs flailing through the air, Beverly humped her ass off the sheets with such force, Myron had to brace himself as he continued sawing his dick in and out of her.

Quickly tapping off his dick by its base to keep himself from cumming just yet, Myron allowed the nearly catatonic waitress to wallow in orgasm for several minutes before finally sliding his dick completely free.

"Roll over on your stomach," he leaned in and whispered.

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Every nerve in Beverly's body screamed as she tried rotating from her back to her belly. Too ashamed to make eye contact with Myron as she turned over, she could feel her pussy and her head throbbing in unison as she caught a glimpse of his still erect cock out of the corner of her eye. Collapsing face down on the already wrinkled sheets below, Bev wiped her sweaty brow on the pillow as Myron's weight shifted on the bed behind her.

Myron's warm hands encircled each side of Beverly's waist and she felt goosebumps ripple down her back as he slowly prodded her up. Sore and exhausted, Bev winced several times until Myron had finally placed her in position on her hands and knees in front of him.

Her tits sagging all the way down to the sheets, Beverly knelt there allowing Myron's hands to freely explore her ass and thighs. She then let out a loud gasp when his fingers finally pierced her swollen labia. Feeling the bulging log of his cock bouncing against her fleshy asscheeks as his prying fingers opened her up, Bev sensed from the tone of Myron's breathing what he was about to do was going to be strictly for his own enjoyment. 

Still panting from her own two mind numbing orgasms already, Beverly's back arched and her fingers clawed furiously at the mattress below when Myron leaned forward and shoved his cock back inside her.

Myron's fingertips dug roughly into Bev's doughy asscheeks as he pressed his groin forward. The bed beneath Beverly began to rock as if an earthquake was shifting the ground below when Myron's cock sliced deeper and deeper into her. Helpless on her knees, explosive flashes of light began firing through Bev's head when Myron tucked each of his thumbs into the edges of her flared anus.

Face down on the bed and holding on for dear life, Beverly could hear Myron's savage grunts and groans mixing with the loud fleshy collisions between his lurching thighs and her raised behind.

"You like that, huh?" she heard him hiss down, his dick feeling 100 feet long as it impaled her.

"Beverly...." he continued, "Are you my slut?"

"....Yes.....," she managed to admit after a brutally long pause.

The simple admission hurt Beverly to no end. She had been raised as a simple, docile, and polite small town girl and had grown into a loving and loyal wife, mother and friend. But at that very moment, she didn't need a mirror to see what she'd become.

"Are you my bitch?" Myron's unwavering voice bristled.

"...Yes," Bev croaked with weak acceptance.

"Then bark for me," he demanded.

A laser shot through Beverly's spine as Myron's words rained down at the same time his cock bore unabated through her womb. Naked and trapped on her hands and knees, Beverly knew she had no moral ground to stand. Before she knew it, two small yelps had slipped from her lips.

"I can't hear you," Myron scolded with steely determination.

Spanking her hard twice on the side of her ass, Myron could feel the blood boiling in his viens when he looked down and saw Bev's face turn to the side and her lips part.

"RUFF....RUFF..........RUFF," the older woman barked, bringing a cruel but vivid smile to Myron's face.

"Do it again, Bitch," Myron spat down, now brimming with lustful power.

"RUFF....RUFF.....RUFF....RUFF," Bev complied, her conscience cringing as her voice now echoed over and over through the room.

Still, despite her embarrassment and shame, Beverly worked her behind backwards against Myron's thrusts with everything her 52 year old body had.

Eventually the physical strain proved to be too much however, and as the last yelp left Bev's throat, her knees gave way and she collapsed flat on her chest. Myron's dick remained firmly entrenched in her cunt as he lowered himself down on top of her.

Her face flush against the sheets, Bev had no way of seeing what was going on above, but she could feel everything with vicious clarity. Myron's barrel chest resting heavily on her back, Beverly's head buzzed as his breath cascaded into her left ear. She could feel his legs draped over hers, effectively holding her in place and all Beverly could do was moan loudly each time he pounded his dick into her. She could feel his cock seem to breathe with life as it cleaved the raw and tingling flesh of her vaginal sheath, and even though she'd been out of sexual practice with her Husband's apathy and declining state of health, Bev could sense Myron's manhood was on the verge of exploding deep inside her.

Bev's heart raced and she squirmed on the bed beneath him when she felt each of his hands grab her ass. Gripping her behind tightly as he fucked her, Myron pressed her asscheeks together around his buried cock until he had created an ungodly tight vacuum seal. Selfishly sandwiching his dick between Beverly's ample asscheeks for maximum pleasure, Myron drove it in and out of her as his heavy ballsack, and the cum that sloshed inside it, smacked continuously against her frothy slit.

Humping her in short, brutal bursts, Myron's entire body grinded on top of Bev as he neared release. His grunts and groans rained down on her as she writhed on the sheets, and as his powerful body tightened on top of her, she prepared herself for the certain onslaught to come. Spread eagle on her belly, Bev clenched her eyes shut and bit her lips hard when jet after jet of Myron's pasty ejaculate spewed through every crease and crevice of her constricting womb.

"UURRGGHHHHHAAAHHHH," she warbled into the pillow, her body mashed between Myron's pile driving force and the bed straining noisily below.

As Myron's thunderous release subsided, for the first time since she came up to the room, the reality of her situation began to filter back to Beverly. Where there had been the non-stop sounds of bedsprings squeaking and genitals slapping together, now there was only two peoples' heavy breathing and a whole bunch of silence.

When Myron finally pulled back, the semen that had been plugged deep inside Beverly's womb dripped and oozed free, creating a messy stain on the sheets right below her crotch. Face down and silent, Bev gasped a sigh of relief when Myron lifted his weight from her back and she couldn't help but wonder just where the night, or the rest of her life frankly, would go now. 

Feeling Myron roll off the bed behind her, she could hear his footsteps heading towards the bathroom. Laying there in the brief moment of solitude, Bev attempted to move, but her screaming bones and joints would have none of it.

"What do I do now?" she asked herself, the surrealness of her situation further heightened by the sound of Myron's piss stream splashing in the toilet.

Bev's pussy felt as if a meteorite had crashed into it as she laid there and she couldn't help turning her face into the pillow when Myron sauntered back into the room. Goosebumps once again exploded across her flesh when he reached down and caringly caressed her shoulders with his warm hand. The overwhelming scent of sex, both hers and his, filled Bev's senses each time she inhaled and she instinctually found herself snuggling closer to him as he sat down beside her.

"Roll over one more time," he prodded.

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Back in his prime, Myron had been good for three or four productive fucks a night. Age and marriage had eroded his stamina somewhat over the years, but on his occasional business trip trysts, he still mustered the energy for more than one good session. The one with Beverly had certainly drained him however. He had held off his release for so long with her that when he finally did, his muscles were screaming just as much as hers.

After busting his nut, then going to take a piss, Myron was surprised somewhat that Beverly was still laying face down on the bed, just as he'd left her. In 15 years when he'd be her age, Myron was pretty sure he'd be equally spent after such a brutal and intense session in bed. In that lucid moment, Myron felt an immense amount of empathy for Bev as he rubbed her back, knowing the guilt the God fearing and devoted woman must be feeling after what she'd done. At the same time, the revelation that Beverly did all that just to sleep with him suddenly re-energized Myron as he lovingly grazed his fingertips across her back. 

When Bev began to roll over, Myron couldn't help but fill with pride seeing the look of exhaustion on her face along with the glow of unquestioned sexual gratification in her dazed eyes. Leaning down once she was flat on her back, Myron kissed her on the mouth as he pawed at her breasts with his right hand. Tapping at his rubbery, half erect and greasy cock with his left, Myron gradually worked it back to hardness as he traced kisses down her cheek, neck and across her chest.

Raising himself up on the mattress, Myron proceeded to straddle Bev's prone torso until his parted thighs were draped across her chest and his behind was buffered by her mountainous bosom. Inching forward, Myron dropped his slowly growing cock against the side of Bev's cheek, rubbing the musky smelling beast side to side until her face was coated with the shared residue of their previous fuck. Myron then shoved it between her lips and watched as it grew back to full erection in Beverly's mouth, knowing the mixture of his cum and her own vaginal stew were slowly trickling down her throat each time she swallowed.

Slowly rutting his hips forward when he felt the shaft of his cock expanding in Bev's mouth, he looked down and could see her cheeks bulge like a blowfish as she struggled to accommodate him. Myron then felt Bev's tits bounce against the back of his legs as her body began to grind in unison with his.

When Myron had cum minutes earlier, it had been a dam burst inside Beverly's cunt. But once he was back on top of her however and had his dick back to full attention in her mouth, there was no telling just how long he might be able to last a second time with her. So much of his seed was already swimming through her pussy, Myron contemplated a different spot for his second go around. Bev's breasts had been the first thing he'd noticed about her back at the diner and Myron quickly decided they would be the path of his next endeavor.

Keeping his dick inside Beverly's mouth for several more minutes, Myron held one hand steady on the top of her head while using the other to reach behind his back to grope Bev's bouncing breasts. Myron's cock was now bathed in Bev's languid saliva as his balls danced lewdly on her chin and he continued to shove it in and out of her mouth with sensuous abandon until he decided it was the right time to aim it lower.

Withdrawing it from Bev's mouth with a drool-laden plop, Myron dragged the head of his cock over her bottom lip and down her chin before sliding the pulsing shaft like a snake across her neck, chest and cleavage. His dick looking like a long ebony sausage tucked between a huge white bun, Myron pressed Beverly's tits together until it was enveloped by her voluptuous mammary sheath.




Slingin' Hash Ch. 02



His knees pressed snug against each of Bev's armpits, she shuddered with lust beneath Myron, her eyes locked on the peehole of his cock as it sawed back and forth through her snug cleavage.

The contrast of Myron's dark hands gripping her milky white bosom was vivid and stark and his dick looked like a meaty javelin as it sliced through her soft, warm titflesh. Looking over his shoulder, down at Bev's pussy, Myron could see her pink and swollen labia bloom once again with arousal as his cum steadily trickled free. Reaching backwards with his right hand, Myron twisted his wrist towards Bev's crotch until he had snuck several of his fingers back inside her. Staring back down at Beverly, he could see her face wince and contort as he attempted to fingerfuck her cooch while simultaneously increasing his pace between her breasts.

Bev's pussy had loosened substantially since Myron had first put his dick inside her and now with almost one full hand occupied inside it, he told her to reach up and press her own titties together to keep them tight around his cock. As quickly as she could, Bev clumsily raised her hands and complied, feeling electric jolts of pleasure popping through her body as Myron's stirred four of his fingers through her cunt.

His right hand snug in the custardy quicksand of Beverly's vagina, and his manhood bulging and secure between her breasts, Myron felt as if his entire body had turned into a missile ready to fire on top of the tarmac of Beverly's writhing body. Cupping his fingers into a loose fist inside Bev's womb, Myron felt the older woman buckle and squirm beneath him, her once gravely and calm voice now reduced to a shrieking whimper as her ample rear end began humping furiously off the bed to meet his fistfucking thrusts.

"YEAH...FUCK ME BACK WITH THAT CUNT," Myron snarled, overwhelmed by the sensation of Beverly's warm and gooey vaginal cavity expanding around his buried black fist.

Myron filled with an unabashed sense of pride looking down at Bev's face and the look of complete servitude on it, knowing for at least that moment he had control of every strand of her body and soul. His fingers scouring Beverly's G-spot at the same time his palm pressed down like an anvil on her clitoris, she was reduced to nothing more than a berserk pile of writhing gristle and bone on the bed.

When Beverly finally came on his fist, Myron had to brace himself to keep from being thrown as she wailed and corkscrewed beneath him. Keeping his dick tucked tight between her tits, Myron sped up the pace of his pelvic thrusts until whatever was left inside his balls belched free over Beverly's pale breasts. Scrubbing the shaft of his cock back and forth, Myron spread his seminal fluid until it was a smooth, glistening sheen across her chest.

Their two bodies had seemingly melded into one obscene, perpendicular sculpture of human flesh on the bed; half black, half white, half male and half female. When Myron finally removed his right hand from Beverly's distended and screaming womb, he reached forward and rubbed his saturated, arousal stained fingers across Bev's chest as if marking her with her own vaginal secretions.

Continuing to kneel on top of her, Myron seemed to bask in his conquest as Bev struggled to regain her bearings below. Playing freely with Beverly's breasts as her tortured breaths filled the room, Myron leaned down and kissed her square on the lips, knowing she'd given more of herself to him in that hour than she'd ever given anyone.

"Whether we ever meet again or not...you know you belong to me," he said with calm resolution.

"....I know....," a naked and spent Bev admitted, her eyes filled with shame as well as honesty.

THE END

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