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The Widower

By: The Style Guy



She had started the rumors. Whispering into her girlfriends' ears. "He's hung like a horse." "I'm so sore, he wouldn't let me rest last night. He fucked me for hours." "He may look gentle, but I love the way he dominates me." "We never make love. He just fucks me hard and I love it."

And of course the girlfriends whispered too. And, the rumors took on a life of there own. He could tell by the stares when they came into his lumber and building supply store or when they ran into him at the local market or country club. They flirted with him constantly and their innuendo was quite clear. "We want that big dick."

But, he never strayed. He loved her with all his heart. He loved their life together and their family. They were an All-American couple in public and at home. They were very different in the privacy of their bedroom. He had the perfect life.

*

A few clapped when he walked into the banquet hall. The men shook his hand and slapped his back. Their wives hugged him and kissed his cheek in welcome. He arrived two hours into the annual football booster's dance. It was a blue-collar affair...BYOB and BYO appetizers. The DJ, a high school kid, played dance music. Empty beer bottles lined every table. The appetizers had turned cold, the men drunk and the woman were dancing with each other on the dance floor. Typical.

They had begged him to come. "It's been five months." "You need to get out and have fun." "The children are adapting and you should too." He hadn't been to a dance alone, in thirteen years. Tonight would be different.

Someone handed him a bottle of ice-cold beer. It was gone in thirty seconds and a second was thrust into his hand. "Better slow down," he thought. "The kids have practice at 8:00 in the morning, which means I have to wake up at 5:30 and get to the gym early." 

He had let himself slip after her funeral. He missed two months at the gym, but had since made up for the short time off. The hard workouts helped him forget. He was proud of his body. He was 5'10", 175 lbs with a 44-inch chest and 32-inch waist. He didn't have six-pack abs, but a two-pack was okay for a 41-year-old man.

Cassie Martin spotted Christopher from the dance floor. The only reason she noticed him was because he was talking with her husband Bill. "I'll be damned," she said out loud. "I didn't think he would come." The girls in her group turned and saw Christopher and Bill talking. Well, Christopher was talking, while Bill, in a drunken stupor, nodded his head. They watched for a minute as Christopher moved from group to group and wondered, "are the rumors true?"

Cassie made her move thirty minutes later. Christopher was by himself. He was watching the women dance. She smiled and walked toward him. She was the biggest flirt in town. He loved the way she teased him over the years. Her blond hair bounced on her shoulders as she walked. Her short sundress showed the cleavage from her 38-inch C-cup. And her legs and hips filled out her five foot eight inch frame to perfection.

"I'm glad you came," Cassie said, as she leaned in to kiss his lips. Her breast pressed against his chest and her hips into his crotch. He felt a quick hint of her tongue. He always thought Cassie was sexy and decided he would tease her back. 

They made a silent toast, his beer bottle against her plastic wine glass. She kept her hand on his waist as they turned side by side to watch the crowd. They both noticed that Cassie's husband was in a drunken discussion with a few other equally drunk men. 

"Have you decided on the replacement windows yet? The Lance windows are still on sale," Christopher told her.

"Money's a bit tight right now. I don't want to put it off, but I have to wait a few more months."

"Cassie, you've been such a good customer over the years. I'll honor the sale price beyond the end of the month. Just tell me when your ready."

In thanks, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They found a spot in the middle of Cassie's girlfriends. Christopher had to admit, this was exciting. Dazzling smiles, bouncing tits and swaying asses. For a bunch of 30 something year old married women, they were hot and they looked horny. 

And speaking of hot, the banquet hall was a steam bath. After two songs, Christopher's shirt was soaking wet and his pressed khaki pants had lost its starch. His semi-hard cock ran down his left leg and he noticed the women staring at it. 

The group laughed as the DJ played the next song. It was the 70's hit "Stairway to Heaven", a ten minute slow dance.

The girls started walking from the dance floor, but Cassie grabbed Christopher's arm and gave him a questioning look. "You don't think Bill would mind," he asked? With a sad smile, Cassie shook her head no.

It felt good to have a woman's body pressed against his as they swayed to the song. It had been too long. As Cassie pressed into him, he started to get hard. The dance floor became crowded with other dancing couples. Luckily, it was impossible to see Cassie grind her pussy into Christopher's cock. He got even harder. 

She looked into his eyes, gave him a wicked smile and whispered into his ear, "I know the rumors are an exaggeration, but you do feel pretty big."

"What do the rumors say," Christopher asked?

"Eight inches and thick," Cassie responded with a laugh.

After a short pause Christopher responded. "The rumors are wrong," he whispered back. "I'm ten inches and very thick." She gave him an unbelieving smile, laughed again and continued to dance.

"You don't believe me?" he continued, as he pulled her tight and pressed his cock into her pussy.

When Cassie moaned and breathed heavily against his neck, he said, "We should make a bet."

"What kind of a bet?" she asked with a glazed look in her eye.

They danced for a short while longer before he responded. "If I've lied and I'm not ten inches, I will give you the replacement windows for free," he offered.

Cassie smiled and asked, "And if you haven't lied?"

"If I haven't lied, you will order the windows at full price. And," he teased.

"And what?"

"And, you'll give me a blowjob," he said as his hand slid down and quickly cupped her ass. 

When she didn't object, he slid his second hand to her ass and massaged her cheeks for the rest of the song. Her ass was firm and tight. He could feel a small thong disappear into her rear crack. With her pussy pushed firmly against his dick, Christopher started a slow steady bump and grind. 

When the song ended, he kissed the teasing Cassie on the cheek, thanked her for the dance and went looking for a beer. "That should teach her," he thought, as he walked from the dance floor.

He was surprised that he was having such a good time. Perhaps his friends and neighbors were right. He did need to get on with his life. 

Another hour passed before he saw Cassie again. He noticed that she was staring at him from across the room. She had a serious expression on her face. "She must be pissed at me," he thought. "Oh well." And he stared back.

He was surprised when she walked to him. "There's a supply closet in the back of the basement. Meet me there in ten minutes." She turned and walked away. He noticed her ass was swaying in an exaggerated motion.

He finished his beer and casually made his way to the restroom hallway. He found the stairway to the basement and started down the dimly lit stairs. The basement was musty smelling. He followed his way through the maze of boxes, stacked chairs and tables until he reached the supply closet. Light filtered from beneath the closed door. 

She was leaning against a workbench along the opposite wall. He stepped into the closet, closed the door and leaned against it. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at her.

"There are other rumors," she offered.

"Like what?"

"Like, you are very dominant," she admitted. 

Christopher couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was to good to be true. He made a decision and acted on it. He reached down and smoothly pulled his golf shirt over his head. He kicked off his loafers, unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. He continued to stare at her as he stepped from his pants. Then he dropped his boxers and his ten-inch monster was standing free.

Cassie was so shocked that her hands covered her mouth. His cock was huge. It was magnificent. He slowly walked the few feet across the room. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide. He could see fear and anticipation. 

Her nipples were poking out of her dress. He reached out and took her right nipple between his thumb and finger. He squeezed hard and heard her pant and moan. In the same way he reached out with his left hand, grabbed her other nipple and painfully squeezed. Cassie moaned and gasped again.

Christopher pulled her top down. Her red nipples stood out an inch, as he roughly grabbed her full breasts and mauled them with his hands. He pushed her tits together and grabbed both with one hand and continued the workout. Cassie just stood in place. She groaned, squealed and whimpered. It surprised Christopher that she was such a submissive slut. 

With his other hand, he reached under her sundress and roughly cupped her pussy through the wet fabric of her thong. He grabbed, squeezed and rubbed her hairy slit through the sexy lace.

"Oh God, your killing me," she whined, as he continued his assault. Her tits were on fire. Her cunt was a swampy mess. She needed to cum and was getting close when he stopped the assault.

He looked her in the eye and simply said, "You lost the bet." Then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees. She obeyed when he told her to put her hands behind her back. He reached out with one hand and grabbed a fist full of blond hair. With his other hand he grabbed his cock and started rubbing it over her face. 

He ground his dick and balls over her face. Then hit her face with his club. She was panting like a slut as he beat her cheek and lips. "Open your mouth, slut," he ordered. With her red lips wide, he jammed his cock down her throat. Holding her head with both hands, he pushed all the way to the bottom. Cassie couldn't breath as he held her face against his washboard stomach. 

Christopher had a hand on both sides of Cassie's head. He started to slowly fuck her mouth. He pulled his cock all the way out, let it bob freely in the air as Cassie gulped a breath and then slowly slid it into her mouth and down her silk throat. Tears filled her eyes as he continued the throat fuck. Saliva drooled out of the sides of her mouth. Christopher kept pounding away. 

Her jaw ached and her throat was on fire, when he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. Christopher smiled when they were face to face. Cassie's make-up was smeared and running. 

Without saying a word, he turned Cassie around and pushed her over the workbench. He kicked her legs apart, pushed her dress up her back and pulled her thong from her ass crack. Her pussy was dripping wet as he pushed 10 inches into her hole. 

He ignored her scream as he hit bottom. He roughly grabbed each hip and started a hard steady fuck. He reached around her and pinched her clit. Cassie exploded in orgasm. She clawed the workbench and screamed incoherent words. "Ahhh...Fuck me...ummm pound my ...fill cunt." 

He looked down and watched his cock stretch her cunt. Her ass was gorgeous. He slapped her ass, leaving handprints, as he continued to pound her. Then pulling her cheeks apart, he roughly slid a thumb into her tight asshole. Cassie exploded again in another orgasm. Time stood still for her as he pounded her two holes. 

With one hand, Christopher grabbed a hand full of hair, pulled her head back and said, "Time to finish the blow job." He easily turned her until she faced him and pushed her back to her knees. 

She was dizzy from the abuse and barely opened her mouth before his meat filled it. "If you do a good job, I'll let you have my cock again," he offered. As if possessed, Cassie grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into her raw throat. She sucked him deep. 

"Play with my balls and finger my asshole," he ordered. She obeyed, grabbing his nuts in one hand and snaking a finger into his tight asshole. 

It had been almost six months since a woman helped him cum. The first blast of cum fired into her mouth and chocked her. As she coughed and gagged, he pulled from her mouth and let the rest spray her face and hair. Then using his cock, he smeared his cum over her face, throat and tits. 

He pulled a disoriented and satisfied Cassie to her feet and kissed her deep. She had no energy left and didn't respond. He wiped the cum with his fingers and pushed it into her mouth. Her face was a mess. 

Christopher dressed Cassie and made her as presentable as possible. He walked her up the basement stairs and to the women's room. He left Cassie to clean herself, but before he left, he whispered, "Tell the girls that Christopher is back."

The Widower and his Lady Friend



My name is Barton, but I’m more commonly known by my nickname, Bart. I’m in my mid-fifties and have been a widower for almost fourteen years.

I’ve had sex with five different women since my wife died. Twice with three of them, three times with one and six times with the other. The last time was nearly two years ago, so I’m pretty horny. My salary isn’t sufficient to permit dating very often and, since it costs at least thirty dollars to take a woman to a half-way decent restaurant and a movie, my social life is limited. Besides, women seem to want a commitment and I have yet to meet one who interests me that way.

While grocery shopping one Saturday afternoon, a woman next to me at a meat display case reached for a package of regular ham as I reached for country ham.

“I’ve never tasted that,” she said. “Is it good?”

“I like it, but my wife never did. She thought its flavor’s too strong and salty. You’ll have to come over for breakfast some time and try it,” I added facetiously.

She smiled rather shyly and said, “Thank you anyway, but I probably have breakfast much earlier than you do.” She had an interesting twinkle in her eyes, which, unknown to her, encouraged me to continue my banter.

“You could spend the previous night. If your husband wouldn’t object, that is.”

“The twinkle was still in her eyes when she said, “He can’t object because I’m not married. But thank you for the invitation, it was quite flattering.” She smiled and pushed her cart down the aisle.

I watched her. She had good-looking legs and a nice ass that wiggled invitingly. I wished I had checked out her tits.

Two weeks later, I was in the same grocery when I was asked, “Have you eaten all your country ham?” It was the woman I’d talked to before. This time, my eyes dropped to her breasts. Very nice. “Or did your wife decide she’d eat it after all?”

“My wife died a long time ago,” I responded. “But, yep I managed to eat it all, even though you wouldn’t come over to share it.”

As she started to move away, I touched her arm and asked, “May I buy you a drink or a cup of coffee?”

She hesitated for a moment, then unexpectedly replied, “Yes. That would be nice.”

Surprised at her response, I asked, “Coffee or a drink?”

“A drink, I think.” Somewhat flustered, she added, “Goodness, I just made a poem.” Both of us chuckled like school kids. 

“Let’s leave our carts right here and go down the street to Mario’s.” When we were seated in the dimly-lit bar, I ordered each of us a Bloody Mary.

We exchanged information. I learned that her name is Ann, and that for two years she had lived with a man named Tom who had been killed in an automobile accident. During our second drink, I asked her to have dinner and watch TV at my house that evening.

She agreed, and I arranged to pick her up at six o’clock for the spaghetti, salad and garlic bread meal I planned.

Following dinner, she helped me load the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen. We moved to the living room and sat beside each other. Soft music whispered from the CD player. We spouted platitudes; she about enjoying dinner and me about enjoying having her as a guest. I didn’t want to make small talk. I wanted to get in her pants. Very, very much.

I put my arm around her, then pulled her to me and kissed her as I’d been longing to. When I ran my tongue across her lips, she parted them. I plunged my tongue into her warm mouth and put my hand on her breasts. Her nipples hardened, as did my prick, and our kiss became increasingly passionate.

She moved away just enough to gaze into my eyes. “You make me want to say words to you that for years I’ve only thought of,” she told me.

“Say them. Coming from your lips they’d sound like poetry.”

“Good heavens, I couldn’t actually say them. They’d make you think I’m nothing but a tramp. However, the way you’ve kissed me and are fondling my breasts sure tempts me to tell you in rather nasty words just how you make me feel.”

“I’ll tell you how you make me feel. Just playing with your nice soft tits is giving me such a hard-on that my cock feels bigger and stiffer than it has in years. Do you object to having me refer to your breasts as your tits?” 

“Not at all, because you make it sound erotic, not sleazy. If fondling me and kissing me has made your cock hard, you can imagine what it’s doing to me. My pussy is so wet that I can feel the juices soaking my panties.”

“Why don’t we go in the bedroom and take our clothes off? I hardly can wait to see and touch your tits and cunt.” I kissed her and moved her hand to my crotch. “And I hardly can wait to have you touch my prick and balls.” 

She sat on the bed and urged me to sit beside her.

“Tom and I often had intercourse. I guess I should say we fucked a lot. Always in the missionary position and always rather quickly. He often pulled out and came on my stomach, which left me unsatisfied. Although we rarely had any foreplay, I always was wet and ready for him to fuck me. His prick felt so good inside me that I wanted it to last longer, but Tom wasn’t one for long sessions of sex. My cunt always was ready for more. Now, tell me about your sex life.” “My wife and I loved to fuck in any position where I could get my cock to slide in and out of her pussy. We often came at the same time. She liked to have me rub my wet prick against her asshole, although neither of us ever had any desire for sodomy.

“She liked to have me make love to her with my mouth, which I liked to do and did frequently. She always came what seemed to be bucketfuls. I loved the taste.

“I also love blowjobs. She’d suck me briefly and pull away before I came. Let’s get undressed and do some of the things we’ve talked about.”

“Bart, I’d feel funny having you put your mouth where I pee. And I’d feel funny about putting my mouth where you pee.”

“Why don’t we just do some serious kissing and fondling, and let nature take its course?”

We undressed. I looked my fill of her nude body as she eyed my prick and balls.

“Your boobs are a sight to behold,” I told her, “and your nipples are the size that drives men crazy. In fact, your body is so great looking that I’m tempted to just stand here and lust for it.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, “I do aerobics to stay in shape. Hard work, but worth it to hear your compliments. You’ve undoubtedly noticed that I’ve been admiring your cock. It really excites me.”

“My prick’s only slightly more than six inches long when it’s hard, however I’m fairly sure I can give you a lot of pleasure with it.

“First, I want to look at your pussy.” She leaned back on her elbows and I crouched between her legs. “Aside from pictures, I haven’t seen many cunts, but yours is really pretty. It has such soft pinkish folds nestled in your pubic hair, and it’s unbelievably kissable.” 

I put my head between her thighs. She started to move away, but stopped when I kissed her wet slit and thoroughly licked it from top to bottom. Then I moved up and onto her so that my prick was pressed between my stomach and against her pussy.

“What you did to me with your mouth and are doing to me with your prick makes me tingle from my nipples all the way to my toes.”

“Let’s fuck. Do you want me to put on a condom or are you on the pill?”

“You sweet talker you. I went through menopause years ago, so let’s fuck. The way my cunt’s twitching, it won’t take me long to come. So, fuck me hard and fast. Please.”

She needn’t have asked, for that’s what I was more than anxious to do. I raised slightly and my prick easily found the opening. I plunged the entire length into her. She wrapped her legs around me and we went at it like dogs in heat. Her warm pussy sucked wetly. As I was about to unload my balls deep inside her, I felt her legs and pussy tighten. Then, my prick was drenched in her come. Her vaginal muscles clutched me as I had an overwhelming orgasm and collapsed atop her.

Our sweat-dampened flesh and rapid breathing bespoke the sexual rapture that coursed through our bodies. I finally managed to regain enough energy to raise sufficiently to kiss her, then to lovingly lick each of her ripe nipples.

I rolled away to lie on my back. We held hands as we lay beside each other recovering from fucking for all we were worth.

“You told me you wouldn’t like for me to put my mouth where you pee, but you apparently enjoyed having me kiss and lick you there. Do you still dislike the idea of my mouth my on your pussy?”

“Not any more. I didn’t realize how good it would feel. I’d like very much for you to put your mouth there again.”

I turned around on the bed, spread and raised her legs and dove my tongue into her. She was soaking wet and tasted like nectar. I licked the soft lips over and over. Her hand gently caressed my prick. When I began sucking her clit, she sighed audibly and put her warm mouth around my cock. 

Thoroughly delighted and aroused by the newfound thrill we were experiencing, we sucked each other to monumental orgasms. Pussy never had tasted so good, nor had my prick ever felt so good.

I hope Ann wants to make a commitment. I’m ready.



The Widower and Mandy



It was seven in the evening as Christopher laced up his running shoes. He had an eight o'clock meeting with Mandy Sullivan at the Little League office, above the concession stand at the local ball field. She wanted to talk about additional financial support from his business to the Little League.

It had been a grueling day. Business at his local Building Supply and Lumber Yard was setting record pace. Luckily, Christopher had a loyal and talented staff. They had covered for him as he mourned his wife's death six months earlier. They had kept the business running smoothly. He was looking forward to paying out the performance bonuses after the spring rush subsided. He enjoyed rewarding loyalty.

He had grilled hot dogs and made a salad and beans for dinner. He had checked the kid's homework and tested his daughter on her spelling words. She got a perfect score, as usual. His son would watch after his little sister while Dad was at the meeting. 

Instead of driving to the Little League office, Christopher decided to run. He needed a little exercise to burn off the wear and tear of his day. He had tried to call Mandy at home and on her cell phone. He wanted to warn her that he would sweaty from the run and hoped she would understand. He also needed a ride home. He wasn't concerned when he didn't reach her. Mandy and her husband Paul were long-time friends. She wouldn't be inconvenienced by driving him home.

The run to the ball field went quickly. Christopher was out of breathe and wet with sweat as he reached the gravel parking lot. A light was on in the Little League office and Mandy's green Ford Explorer sat alone in the parking lot. He was fifteen minutes early. The sooner the meeting started, the sooner he would be home.

Christopher could hear a rock and roll station playing on the radio as he opened the door and climbed the stairs to the second floor office. He was about to call out as he reached the landing, but stopped in his tracks.

Mandy was slumped in an office chair. Her back was to him. She was facing the window overlooking the parking lot. He could see her short jean skirt was pushed to her waist. The arms of the chair supported her spread legs. A pair of lacy white panties hung from her left ankle. 

Christopher stood on the landing in silence. He watched her reflection in the window, as she rubbed and fingered her pussy with one hand and pinched her nipples through a white tee shirt with the other hand. 

He understood why she was facing the parking lot. She wanted to be able to spot the headlights of his approaching car. Who could have known? Sweet, innocent Mandy Sullivan was a little slut. And, damn she was cute. Mandy was 37 years old. She stood 5'1" and weighed 110 lbs. She had very short natural blond hair and a truly innocent looking face, sparkling blue eyes and bright white teeth. Her body was compact with B-cup breasts and a killer ass. In fact, he had fantasized about her ass since she had moved to town.

And, she liked dirty talk. He could hear her above the sound of the music. "Pound my sloppy pussy. Fill my cunt. Use me." Mandy's hand gained speed as she fingered her open gash. Filthy words, moans and grunts poured from the little housewife's mouth.

Christopher stood transfixed in the doorway. His right hand absently stroking his eight inch cock and thought about this MILF's tight pussy.

"Oh God...getting so close...I'm going too..."

"Wouldn't it feel better with a giant cock stuck in your pussy?" Christopher calmly asked.

Mandy shrieked in surprise and jumped from the chair, her skirt falling to its proper position. Her orgasm lost for the moment. "I didn't see you coming, how did you get in here?" she yelled in a hysterical voice.

Mandy was close to panick. Christopher wasn't sure if the panick was due to the embarrassment of the situation or the frustration of not cumming.

"Mandy, you didn't answer my question. Wouldn't it feel better with a giant cock stuffed in your pussy?"

She just stared at him. 

Christopher could see the lust and need in her eyes. "Mandy, you look so fucking sexy." And he meant it. She was standing in a preppy little tee, jean skirt, ankle socks and sneakers. While he was dressed in a sweat soaked tee, gym shorts and running shoes. The contrast was amusing.

"I've always thought you were sexy as hell," he said as he walked into room. Standing directly in front of her. He reached up and stroked her cheek gently. "Isn't Paul giving you what you need?" he asked while looking deep into her blue eyes.

Mandy sadly shook her head no. "We make love two or three times a week. Paul's a gentle lover, but sometimes....". 

"Tell me," Christopher coaxed.

"I can't," Mandy sobbed. She looked so sexy, vulnerable and horny.

Christopher held her chin and continued to stare into her eyes. "...But sometimes? I want to know." 

She stood in her spot quietly shaking her head no. 

Christopher's cock was rock hard; he was horny and decided to move this game along. "Sometimes you don't want to make love...right?" He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Other than a slight increase in her breathing, Mandy didn't react. "Instead, you want to be fucked." She moaned as he leaned in again and kissed her mouth. Her lips parted and his tongue pushed into her wet mouth. Their tongues dueled. When Mandy let her tongue slip into Christopher's mouth, she was surprised when his teeth firmly grabbed hold. 

He used his teeth to pull her tongue. She grunted...he knew this was a little painful and very exciting for her. He let go of her tongue and kissed her hard. Mandy responded by putting her hands around his neck. 

She pressed tightly against his sweaty body. With his hands on her waist, he held her against him. They kissed hard and long. 

When their lips parted, they were both breathing hard. Christopher turned Mandy around, so her back was pressed into his chest. His hands went back to her waist and he pulled her killer ass against his rock hard cock. He stared at their reflection in the window in front of them. 

He reached for the bottom of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Mandy yelped in surprise. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were a firm B-Cup. She had small pink nipples that stood erect. 

"Show me how Paul feels your breasts." When she hesitated, Christopher continued in a stern voice, "Now...show me now" and he bit the lobe of her ear.

Mandy raised her hands from her side and cupped her small breasts. She gently squeezed and rubbed her tits and rubbed the tips of her rosy nipples. Her eyes were closed and a red blush spread across her chest. Mandy's breathing was shallow.

"Does it feel good?" Christopher asked.

"It feels very nice," she answered quietly.

Christopher reached for her hands and pushed them to her sides. He whispered into her ear, "my turn, now." 

He mimicked her earlier movements. He was gentle. He lightly brushed the palm of his hands over her nipples and gently squeezed her breasts. She leaned into him and let out a quite, "uuuuuuummmmmmmmm". Her breast felt great.

He whispered again, "how about this?" He began squeezing harder and pinching her erect nips. 

"Oh God, yes," escaped Mandy's lips.

Christopher turned it up another notch and started to maul her tits. He gave each nipple a hard twist and kept up the assault.

"OH God...Oh God...Oh God," and she launched into a mini orgasm.

He didn't stop as he worked Mandy over. He kept squeezing and pinching her B-Cups and she kept up a long low moan.

"Use your hand and feel my cock, Mandy."

Mandy reached behind her and grabbed at his cock through his sweaty gym shorts. "So big...so fucking big."

"Tell me what you want Mandy...I want to hear it."

"I want your cock...please fuck me...please make me cum."

"That's a good start Mandy." He took his right hand from her tit and traced two fingers against her lips. They were juicy wet. When Mandy parted her lips he pushed his fingers deep into her mouth. She gagged slightly, as he started to finger fuck her throat. 

Mandy was humiliated as he pinched and grabbed at her tits with one hand and finger fucked her mouth with the other. She could feel drool slide out of her mouth and drip from her chin. 

"I'm going to fuck your mouth, baby." 

All Mandy could do is groan around the fingers in his mouth and nod her head yes.

Christopher took his spit-covered fingers from her mouth and reached under the front of her skirt. He palmed her soaked pussy and slowly rubbed her mound. Mandy's skirt covered butt ground into his hard cock. He could feel Mandy losing complete control.

Two fingers split her cunt and eased into her sloppy hole. His other hand left her well-used tits and found her hard wet clit.

"Please...harder...I want to cum." "I'm going to fuck your cunt too. I'm going to fuck it long and hard."

Mandy's hand was still on his cock. Instead of stroking him, she seemed to be holding on for dear life.

"Oh yes...getting close...yes...I'm going to cum."

Christopher slipped his fingers from her cunt and after a hard pinch on her clit; he put his hand on her hips. A frustrated Mandy tried to finish herself off, but Christopher took each wrist in his hands.

He ignored her protests and pleading. He took both small wrists in one hand. His other hand slid between their bodies...between his cock and her ass. He pulled up the hem of her skirt and roughly cupped her ass cheek. After kneading her globes, he spread her cheeks, found her asshole and pressed a finger into her. His wet finger slid to the second knuckle and Mandy let out a loud low grunt. He kept pushing, until he was finger deep and than started another finger fuck.

Christopher was surprised when Mandy started rotating her ass as he fingered her.

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No, but not since college," she answered. Her voice was barely a whisper. 

He let go of her body and told Mandy to turn around. They were facing each other for the first time since he started his assault of her body. "Loss the skirt," he ordered.

Mandy bit her lower lip as she opened the button and unzipped. The skirt fell to the floor. She stepped out with one foot and kicked the skirt away with her other foot. She stood before Christopher in her socks and sneakers.

"Take off my shirt," he continued. When she finished removing his sweat soaked shirt, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed Mandy too her knees. 

From a kneeling position, she pleaded, "Please...me first."

Christopher shook his head no, and told her to finish undressing him. Mandy hooked her fingers into the waistband off his shorts and pulled them off. 

His hard, thick eight inches was bobbing her in the face. Mandy's eyes were wide in surprise. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. As she reached for it, Christopher batted her hand away.

"Just your mouth, slut. No hands allowed."

Mandy was totally humiliated. She held on to his thick thighs for support and leaned in. Her mouth was wide as she tried to catch his cock. 

Christopher moaned as his head entered her mouth. "Slow and deep," were his instructions. Mandy gulped down the first three inches and then stopped. She tried to get used to the massive girth. Breathing through her nose, she pushed down again and took another three inches. She stopped and looked up into Christopher's eyes.

Mandy looked so sexy with a mouth full of cock. He was surprised that she was able to take the first six inches so easily and offered her encouragement. "Baby, that feels so fucking good. If you take all eight inches and make me cum, the rest of the evening will be for you."

Mandy reach for his ass cheeks and pulled his body to her as she pushed her mouth further down his cock. After a minute of hard work, Mandy's lips were pressed into the base of his dick.

Christopher reached for the back of her head and held her tight. He could feel her throat milk the head of his cock. After a short pause, he started to fuck her mouth. Mandy struggled to breath as he pumped in and out of her mouth. She was confused. Her husband, Paul, would cum after a thirty-second blowjob. 

After ten minutes, Christopher ordered, "grab my balls, baby." She took his sack in her hand and massaged his balls. Mandy could feel his cock thicken. She captured his head with her lips and sucked hard.

Christopher bellowed and started to cum in her mouth. Mandy did a masterful job. She kept working his dick as he spurted into her mouth. When he finished, she swallowed his entire load, and then took him back in her mouth to clean him up. 

Mandy said a silent prayer as she sat back on carpeted floor. "Please let him stay hard," she thought. Christopher and Mandy were breathing hard as they stared at each other. Christopher could read her mind. She wanted an orgasm and as he promised, it was her time now.

Christopher lay down on the floor and pulled Mandy to him. They were side by side as he pressed his lips to hers. They groaned together. His tongue explored her mouth. He could taste the remains of his cum. This turned him on even more.

Mandy was lying on her back as he moved his lips to her neck. He licked and kissed her sensitive throat and under her ears.

He looked up at her and said, "Talk to me baby...tell me how I'm doing." 

His mouth reached for her nipple. He sucked and chewed on one breast as he roughly clawed the other with his hand.

"My tits are on fire...oh fuck...feels so fucking good." She held the back of his head as he moved his mouth from one tit to the other. "So hot...so fucking good...oh fuck...yes."

With a "pop" he let her tit jump from his mouth. He climbed between her spread legs as he kissed his way over her belly. He made sure to rub his torso against her steaming pussy.

He worked his lips to her spread thighs. He spent the next few minutes teasing the hell out of Mandy. He nibbled, bit and licked around her dripping cunt and clit. Her hips moved in circles trying to get his lips on her twat.

"Eat me...pleasssse...eat my fucking pussy."

She groaned in frustration as he moved his lips down her legs. He kissed and licked his way to her feet. Christopher popped both sneakers from her feet and took off her socks. He spent a few minutes giving her toes a blowjob. 

Mandy sighed and groaned. She mumbled, "I need your cock...I need your big dick."

"Turn over sweetheart...I want you on your stomach."

Christopher helped her roll over. He started kissing his way up her legs. She groaned as he reached a sensitive spot behind her knees. 

"Spread your legs, Mandy." When she complied, he told her, "wider."

With her legs stretched wide, Christopher worked his oral assault up the back of her thighs. What a sight. Her ruby red pussy and pink asshole were on display as his lips and mouth worked its way to Mandy's butt. "On your knees."

Mandy looked like a perfect slut. Her head was down. Her ass was high and her legs were spread obscenely wide. Christopher kissed and licked the globes of her ass and worked his way to her rear crack. Finally she was rewarded when he kissed her spread asshole.

"Yesssssssssss," she hissed as a mini orgasm shook her. No one had ever kissed her dirt hole. His lips felt great. Mandy groaned again as his tongue ran over her star. She shook with a harder orgasm as his tongue entered her ass.

"Feeeeels so fucking good...ohhhhh.... eat my ass."

Mandy panted and groaned through two more anal orgasms before Christopher turned her onto her back. He didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy.

Mandy exploded, "AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh."

Christopher kept eating pussy and sucking her clit. Mandy rolled from one orgasm to the next. He listened to her breath and as her next cum started he shoved three fingers deep into her pussy.

Mandy's eyes grew wide and her body stiffened. She exploded in an orgasm. Her mouth formed a silent scream and her body trembled. 

As her orgasm wound down, Christopher knelt between her legs and held a spread ankle in each hand.

"So fucking good," Mandy panted. "But...please...no more."

Christopher smiled down at her. "Baby, we're just getting started. Its time for a good hard fucking."

Mandy was confused by his answer, until she looked down between his legs. "Oh shit," was all she said. His cock was hard and ready to go again.

Christopher bent her ankles until they were pinned on either side of her ears. He lined up his thick eight inches and slowly pushed all the way in.

"Oh my fucking god," were the last intelligible words to come out of Mandy's mouth. Christopher was a machine as he fucked her hard and fast. Her pussy was so tight around his pounding cock. They both lost track of her orgasms...it seemed to be one long cum.

He pulled out and let her legs uncoil and flop to the floor. "On your knees, slut."

Mandy was on automatic pilot. She slowly moved into a doggie position. Christopher lined up his dick and plunged it back in. Mandy roared in another cum as his dick reached deeper, in this position. Christopher kept on pounding. His crotch pounded against her ass and his balls hit against her cunt.

Her ass mesmerized Christopher. It was perfect. Still slick from his oral assault, he pushed his thumb all the way in. He wasn't surprised when she let out a babbling scream. He pounded her pussy and fingered her ass until he felt that his second orgasm was getting close.

He pulled his cock from her pussy and lined it up with her open star. Mandy was beyond being able to communicate. She tried to crawl away when his cock head touched her rear hole. Christopher held her hips tight and pushed into her asshole. Once he got passed her stretched sphincter, he pushed half his cock into her ass. He was disappointed that he couldn't fit more, but four inches was better than nothing. 

Mandy relaxed her muscles as he started to fuck her asshole. He was rock hard and had her painfully wide. Despite the discomfort, this was the best sex ever. "Grab my balls baby...grab them good."

Mandy reached between her legs and took his swinging balls. "Lets cum together...slut." He reached around and rubbed her clit. Mandy didn't think it was possible, but as soon as he pinched her clit, she exploded again. As she screamed, she heard Christopher grunt. His cock pulsed and sent streams of cum into her bowels.

Christopher's cock slipped from her rectum and they both dropped to the floor. They didn't talk as they caught their breath. Mandy begged, "please don't move...please don't say anything." 

She staggered to her feet. She seemed disoriented as she looked around. As quickly as her abused body could move, she collected her clothes and dressed. She moved to the top of the stairs and stopped. Christopher sensed that she was looking at him and was going to say something. But just as quickly, she turned and ran down the stairs. He heard her car door close and the motor start. Mandy quickly drove away.

Christopher waited a few more minutes before he dressed. He turned off the radio and lights and locked the office door. He then turned and faced an empty parking lot. "Oh shit," he muttered in frustration. He had planned on Mandy giving him a ride home. He wasn't sure he could make it as he started a slow four-mile jog home.

Note: My fantasies include dominant men having hard sex with their female partners. Do woman enjoy reading these types of stories or is it a guy thing?

Let me know.

TSG 



The Widower and the Prostitute



I knew there was something different about him when I first saw him. Most guys that come looking for a girl like me would never get out of their car, they'd just roll down their window, ask me how much and depending on what they thought of the price they'd either drive away or ask me to get in.

Not William though. He pulled up, put his truck in park, stared at the steering wheel for a while as he talked to himself, then he got out and walked up to me. It was painfully obvious that he was a first timer and wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be there and usually I didn't like to bother with guys like that, but it was a slow night and my rent was due.

"Hey baby, are you looking for a date?" I asked.

"Yes...no...well...I don't know, I..." William said.

"Calm down sugar, it should be a pretty simple decision either you do or you don't and I haven't got all night so which is it?" I asked.

"I do, I'm pretty sure I do, it's just my wife..." William said nervously.

"Honey, if you're wife was taking care of things you wouldn't have come looking for me." I said.

"I'll have you know that my wife took care of things wonderfully for 12 years but she was taken from me by a drunk driver 9 months ago." William said firmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't know, that's awful." I said.

"Thank you. So now it's been over nine months..." William said.

"It's been over nine months and out of respect for your wife you've been denying yourself the pleasures provided by a woman, but the urges have gotten to the point of almost driving you crazy." I said.

"Exactly; Julie and I used to make love four or five times per week and it's been difficult to go without. I've held out as long as I could, but now I need the release." William said.

He started crying, right there on the street where anyone could see it.

"Please calm down...what's your name sugar?" I asked. 

"William." William said.

"It's nice to meet you William, my name is Nicole. Let me ask you something William, do you think your wife would have wanted you to be happy without her?" I asked.

"Yes." William said.

"And do you think that having sex would ease your pain and make you feel better?" I asked.

"Yes, but how could I possibly do that to her?" William asked.

"Honey, I don't know what kind of wedding vows you took when you got married, but for most people there's a little line in there that says until death do we part. It's sad, but your wife is dead, which means that you have been freed from your vows. I think it's sweet that you have remained so loyal to her that you've denied yourself release, but you are not required by man or god to remain faithful to your wife after she has died. You said yourself that she'd want you to be happy, and I'd bet that she was the kind of woman that would feel really bad about the state you're in right now and would want to help. Am I right?" I asked.

William laughed.

"Yes, you are very right; if she saw me in a state like this she'd take me home and make love to me for hours." William said.

"Well, I'm not your wife, and I would never pretend to be, but since she's not here I'd be a willing stand in, if you're interested." I said.

"Yes, yes I'm interested. I've never really done this before so I don't really know how this kind of thing works or how much it costs." William said.

"That's okay; I'll help you through it. As far as the price goes that depends on how long you want me and what you want to do." I said.

"Well, I only know how to make love one way, the way I made love to my wife and that always took a couple of hours, then we always fell asleep in each others' arms. I suppose I wouldn't expect you to do that." William said.

"I don't know, I might have to, with nine months of sexual energy pent up a few hours with you might leave me too tired to do anything else but fall asleep in your arms. Now you seem like a pretty clean cut guy so I assume that things would be pretty normal, nothing too rough, no weird bondage type stuff?" I asked.

"Oh no, Julie and I never did anything like that, but I did make love to all three of her holes." William said.

"Okay oral and anal on top of the normal stuff, that's no problem. Well let's see, probably three hours given all of your pent up energy, the full works package, I think we could do this for $500." I said.

"That seems reasonable, where would we go?" William asked.

"Well, typically the man arranges the location, but I know some hotels nearby that won't ask questions." I said.

"No, I don't want to do this in some sleazy hotel room. My house is 5 blocks from here; I think we should go there." William said.

"Whatever you want, but first, and I hate to do this, but I need to see the cash." I said.

"Of course, forgive me, I'm new at this." William said.

He flashed the cash and we got in his truck and drove to his house. It was quite clear that William had been telling the truth about his wife having been dead for 9 months. The house was very nicely decorated, but there were pizza boxes, dishes, and beer bottles all over the place that were solid proof that William had been fending for himself for quite some time.

He led me upstairs and stopped at one door with his hand on the knob; then he backed away from that door and walked to a different room and entered. I followed him in and was impressed with the decor.

"This is a very beautiful room." I said.

"Thank you, it's the guest room, I don't think I could handle doing this in the bedroom that Julie and I shared." William said.

"Hey, no problem, this room is much nicer than any hotel room or the back seat of a car." I said.

For a few minutes there was silence as William just looked at me.

"Having second thoughts?" I asked.

"No, I just, don't know what to do." William said.

"Well you said you only know one way to make love so just do it. I won't know my part the way your wife did, but if you tell me what to do I'll do my best to do it." I said.

William slowly walked over to where I was standing, I must say that I was a little nervous because I wasn't sure what to expect.

Now most of the men I've been with have kissed me but it was usually forceful, almost angry, but when William kissed me, it was tender and loving as I would expect a man like him to kiss his wife.

He moved his hands behind me and unzipped my dress. He slipped it down off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. As his tongue continued to explore my mouth his hands began to explore my body. His touch was gentle and exciting, his fingers moved over my body so lightly that it tickled many places.

He ran his hands up my back and unclasped my bra and slipped it off without breaking our kiss. Once my bra was off he began moving his way down my neck towards my breasts, but he found this spot on my neck that I'd have let him stay at for 100 years, it felt incredible.

His mouth and his hands reached my bare breasts at the same time and both knew exactly what they were doing. William gently pulled one of my nipples between his lips and flicked at it with his tongue as his hands gently kneaded and massaged my breasts. The sensations were incredible. He showed both of my breasts equal attention then he gently laid me back on the bed.

He hooked his fingers into my panties and I lifted my ass high enough for him to easily pull them off. William kissed his way up my inner thighs before making any contact with my pussy. After the number he'd done on my breasts my pussy was hot and wet and I found that my entire body was quivering with anticipation of that first contact.

I was not disappointed as the first contact William made with my pussy was to run his tongue from the very bottom to the very top and then flick at my clit a few times before gently wrapping his lips around it.

For the next half an hour William's lips, tongue, and several of his fingers conspired together to drive me up the wall. He would bring me ever so close to orgasm, but then he'd back off and start again. I needed to cum badly and just as I was about to beg him to make me cum he took me over the edge.

William prolonged the duration of my orgasm by continuing to flick my clit with his tongue as the pure pleasure of the orgasm swept through my body. I lay there for a minute reveling in the pleasure that I had just experienced when I looked up and saw William standing over me.

I immediately wanted to repay him in kind for the pleasure that he'd given me so I stood up and kissed him tasting myself on his lips as I began unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't stop me so it must have been close to what his wife had done. I pulled his shirt off and undid his belt without breaking our kiss.

William gently pushed me down as I began opening his pants. I sat on the edge of the bed, opened his pants, and pulled them as well as his underwear down.

What a surprise I found in William's pants. His cock was already fully erect and it had to be 9 inches long. It was also super thick and had a huge head on it. I couldn't help myself; I grabbed it at the base with both hands and began flicking my tongue over the head.

William moaned with pleasure as my lips opened to engulf the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue all around the head, then pulled it back out of my mouth. I lifted William's cock up so that I could get my tongue all the way to the base and then licked all the way up to the tip, gave it a little kiss right on the end, then proceeded to work my way around until I had licked all the way around it.

It was now glistening with saliva as I again took the head into my mouth and began to bob my mouth up and down on the first few inches as I stroked the length of the shaft with both of my hands.

William had used a full half hour to give me pleasure, I did my very best to equal him, but after about 20 minutes, I took him that one step too far and I could feel him tense up. I knew what was coming so I held the head of his cock in my mouth and jerked him over the edge.

So much cum shot into my mouth that I had to swallow twice before he finished shooting. When he finally finished I swallowed what was in my mouth, worked that last bit of cum from the base of his cock to the tip, licked it up, then I licked my lips and stood up.

"I hope that was close enough to how your wife used to do it." I said.

"That was closer than you would ever believe; she even used to get that last drop out too." William said.

"So what's next?" I asked.

William didn't say anything; he merely put me up on the bed, lay me back, crawled over me, and eased his still hard cock into me.

When you have sex for a living you experience the whole spectrum of cock types from the short fat ones to the long skinny ones and everything in between. I'm sure I've had longer cocks and I'm sure I've had thicker cocks, but William's combination of length and girth was amazing, it felt so wonderful just to have him inside me.

William started off slowly making long slow strokes using the full length of his cock, it felt really good; but it was nothing compared to the way it felt when he picked up the pace. Oh man, I can't even describe what it felt like when he really got going, but I know that I had three orgasms in five minutes as he mad love to me.

When William finally reached his own climax I had a fourth orgasm as his cum pumped into me.

"That was incredible; I've never had that many orgasms so close together." I said.

"I must be out of practice; Julie usually had six or seven." William said.

"I can tell that you're still hard, what's next?" I asked.

"We'd usually rest like this for a few minutes and then jump right into a 69." William said.

"Should I go wash myself out?" I asked.

"No, Julie and I had a deal, she'd only eat my cum if I was willing to do the same." William said.

William rolled over beside me and I moved around so that my pussy was lowered onto his face and I could easily get his cock into my mouth. 

Even with all of the strange sexual things that I'd done not once had a man gone down on me after he'd cum inside me so there was an extra thrill on top of the pleasure that William's tongue was giving me as he licked and sucked my pussy.

After about twenty minutes we both got our mouths filled with cum as William reached climax and pumped more cum into my mouth and my orgasm caused my pussy to contract and force more of the cum he'd shot into me back out and into his waiting mouth.

I moved off of William, crawled up and gave him a kiss, we both licked little bits of his cum from our lips.

"So what would you and Julie do now?" I asked.

"At this point she'd climb up on me, lower herself down onto my cock, and go to town." William said.

"Amazing, that's what I was thinking of doing." I said.

I lowered myself down onto William's cock and because of the angle at which it was entering me and having all the weight of my body pushing down on it his cock felt even bigger than it had been before.

I went to work riding his cock for all I was worth. I started off bouncing straight up and down on it; then I rocked on it for awhile. I leaned forward and William came up and sucked on my nipples for a while then I leaned back and really drove my pussy down on his cock. For over half an hour I was too busy trying to make him cum to even think about my own approaching orgasm, but when it hit me I was rewarded with another hot shot of cum as William and I climaxed together.

I collapsed breathless onto his chest, I could hear his heart beating and I could still feel his cock inside me.

"So what's next?" I asked.

"We always finished with anal because after that she didn't want me in her mouth or pussy again." William said.

"If you want to do anything else first I'm game, or would you rather stick to the way you and Julie did it?" I asked.

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little tired, the sexual energy is still there, but the physical energy is just about gone so I think we should do the anal and call it a night." William said.

"Whatever you want." I said.

I got on my hands and knees and soon I could feel the pressure of William's cock against my asshole. His cock was very well lubed with a mixture of spit and cum so there wasn't any need for more so William eased his cock into me and started pumping his cock in and out of my ass. I reached down to play with my clit as he was working on my ass. I brought myself along trying to have my orgasm at the same time that William emptied his balls into my ass.

We climaxed together and William flopped over onto my back for a minute and held me. He then pulled his cock out of my ass, climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. I realized that I needed a shower too so I walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower with William.

"Julie didn't let you shower alone after an experience like that did she?" I asked.

"Most of the time she beat me to the shower." William said.

The warm water felt great as we washed each other. My legs were getting pretty weak at that point as all my strength was gone. William held me up when I almost slipped in the shower, then he dried me off, carried me back into the bedroom, he pulled the covers off of the bed, placed me in the bed, found a clean, dry top sheet put it over my naked body, then slipped into bed beside me.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep that night was thinking to myself that Julie had been a very lucky woman.

When I woke up the next morning I could feel the warmth of William's body against my back and his arm was wrapped around my middle, it felt so warm and safe that I almost forgot what I did for a living.

I really had to go to the bathroom so I gently moved William's arm and got out of bed. As I was using the bathroom I thought about what had happened last night and made a decision. 

When I came out of the bathroom William was still sound asleep so I quietly gathered up my clothes, slipped out into the hallway, got dressed, then quietly made my way out of the house and headed for my apartment.

Yes, that's right, I left without the money. 

I got to my apartment and spent the whole day thinking about what had happened, at times I cursed myself for not getting the money, but mainly I thought about William and how wonderful the experience was.

That night I got ready and headed down to the area I worked. At around 7:00 William's truck pulled up. He got out and walked up to me.

"Nicole, you left without letting me give you any money." William said.

"William, I couldn't accept any money for last night. People pay me for sex, last night we made love. I should pay you for an experience like that." I said.

"Nicole please let me pay you for last night." William said.

"No William, I could never accept money for a night like that." I said.

"Then we'll just have to get married." William said.

That comment blew me away. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"If you won't let me pay you for making love to you then you'd lose out on a lot of money the 4 or 5 nights per week that I'd like to spend making love to you. I can't have you missing out on that much so I'll have to provide for you another way, as your husband." William said.

Now I'd had men propose to me before, but none of them were serious and I laughed each time one of them asked, but I wasn't laughing at William. He seemed to be very serious, and what's more I found myself considering it. I wasn't going to just jump into anything though.

"William, you don't want to marry me, I've got a past that would shock and terrify you." I said.

"I don't care about your past, all I care about is our future and I want it to be together." William said.

"This isn't exactly the ideal place to be discussing this, what do you say we go have dinner and talk about this." I suggested.

"That's a wonderful idea, our first real date." William said.

We got in his truck and drove to a restaurant far enough away that nobody would easily recognize me.

We sat down and ordered our food then we started talking.

"William last night was an incredible experience, but it isn't a good enough reason to get married." I said.

"You're wrong Nicole; it's more than enough reason if you let it be." William said.

"William, you've been alone for nine months then you have one incredible night with me and now you want to get married. Do you know how crazy that sounds?" I asked.

"I know it's sudden, but last night when we were together I fell in love with you. When I went down on you the first time and when you went down on me we were just having sex, but as I slid into you that first time and I looked into your eyes I fell in love with you. That one instant was enough for me, I knew I was in love with you and I knew I wanted to keep seeing you. When you were gone this morning I was sad, I had planned to talk to you about this when I woke up. I love you and I want to be with you. I'm willing to have you part time if you can't or won't quit what you do for a living and I'll pay you quite well for your company, but if you won't accept my money then my only choice is to marry you." William said.

"Oh William, how I wish I could see the world through your eyes. Julie was a very lucky woman to have a man like you in her life." I said.

"You could be that lucky too." William said.

"I would only bring you pain William, I've got too much baggage." I said.

"I'll gladly help you sort through all of it if you'll marry me." William said.

I looked across the table at that dear, sweet, wonderful man and I could see the longing in his eyes. I allowed my mind to wander a bit and thought of my life ten years down the road. I could either be still turning tricks after my looks had started to fade and after contracting some STDs, or I could be sitting in a warm home with William, maybe have a kid or two, the thought of that gave me a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach.




The Widower and the Prostitute



"Okay William, here's the deal, I'm not willing to marry you right away, but with the way we connected last night I'm willing to see if there's something special between us. I'll have to limit us to two dates per week to start because I will not let you pay me and I'll still have to make a living. After a month or two we can see where we're at and go from there. How does that sound?" I asked.

"It sounds like a good start." William said.

That was ten years ago. William and I have been married now for just over nine years, I've been retired from the business since two months before we got married. I did contract a couple of STD's before we got married and I infected William, but thankfully we both underwent successful treatment and were given clean bills of health.

We have a 6 year old son Willie and a 4 year old daughter that we named Julie in honor of William's first wife.

When we got married we decided to move so that we could both get away from the memories and concentrate on our happiness together. I was getting away from the memories of my past and my life as a prostitute and William was getting away from the home that he had shared with Julie so that he wasn't reminded of her by every little thing. He felt it would be disrespectful of him to think of her when he was married to me.

Imagine that, the man that had remained faithful to his first wife after her death decided that it was disrespectful to me for him to be constantly reminded of and thinking about Julie.

I am very pleased with the decision I made. I love William and he loves me, and even 10 years later I still get butterflies every time we make love. My years of sexual experience have helped us be a little more creative and adventurous, but it's still just as magical every time.



The Widower and the Waif



It was a wild midsummer's night. The rain was pelting down in sheets and the wind was howling through the trees like the banshee's lonely wail. I was sitting in my favorite chair with a half full bottle of single malt Scotch in my left hand and a revolver in my right hand. There was only one bullet in the revolver and I was getting up my Dutch courage to play the first round of Russian roulette.

Click! I downed another shot of Scotch and spun the cylinder on the revolver.

As I poured another shot into my glass, I heard a faint tapping at the door, or was it something tapping inside my head? Ever since my wife had died in a horrible hit-and-run accident, I had been feeling rather more than depressed. The rest of the family called me a basket case and I guess that I was. Tonight, I had reached the end of my rope and somebody forgot to tie a knot in it.

Tap! Tap! Tap! It had to be coming from the front door. Maybe, just maybe, if I ignored it, whoever it was would go away and leave me to my Russian roulette.

I live out in the country and my nearest neighbor is easily a mile away through some mighty dense woods so I don't get many visitors banging on my door in the middle of a downpour...and it was pouring like the forty days and nights that led up to the Great Flood that floated Noah's ark full of animals.

Tap! Tap! Tap! I roused myself and somehow managed to get to my feet. In my drunken state that was no mean accomplishment. How I managed to navigate my way to the door was another mystery that my brain had no desire to investigate. What happened next totally took my unawares. I opened the door to find a shivering young lady dressed in...dressed in nothing but the suit she was born with. As I opened the door, she literally collapsed dripping wet on my hardwood floor. The wind was blowing rain directly at the door so somehow I managed to drag her into the house and lean hard enough against the door to get it closed.

I looked at my naked visitor and felt my cock begin to expand, something it hadn't done in the six months since my wife was killed. The girl in front of me was a natural redhead and was a bit on the small side. I doubt that she weighed over 110 pounds or stood five feet tall in high heels. Her small breasts sported a pair of nipples that stuck out at least a quarter of an inch in the cold and wet. In my drunken state I guessed her age at no more than twenty, but at least eighteen. How I made that determination I have no earthly idea, but it was a best guess at the time.

Seeing the girl laying at my feet snapped me into an instant sobriety and I managed to bend over placing my arms under her shoulders and her knees. She was as light as a feather and I laid her on my couch. I noticed her skin was mottled blue and full of goose pimples so I dragged a comforter over from the back of a nearby chair and covered her with it, but only after taking another really long look at her beautiful young body. My cock was now at full mast and I tried to will it down, but it wouldn't go down without a fight so I took off for the bathroom and fisted myself into a gigantic cum. It only took about thirty seconds for my sperm to shoot out and into the toilet. It had been a long time since the last time I had been sexually active: six months and several hours was the way I had it figured. Tonight was the six month mark of my widowerhood.

Sexually satisfied, I took my clothes off and dragged myself into my bedroom where I fell asleep without pulling the covers over me. I don't think I moved all night. It was the first really good night's sleep I had in quite some time.

When I awoke, the morning sun was playing hide and seek with my eyelids and my stomach was trying out for the local high school gymnastics team...with a good chance of winning the state championships. My head was pounding and there was a strange smell coming from somewhere. I staggered to my feet and managed somehow to get myself into the bathroom where I relieved myself of my morning load of urine, looked at the haggard face in the mirror and swore I would never touch Scotch again--at least not until nightfall. Foregoing the clothes that I had taken off the night before, I walked towards the kitchen in my original birthday suit even if it did sag a bit in places. The smell was still there and got stronger as I left my bedroom in the direction of the kitchen which had been a mess when I left it the previous afternoon.

My eyes did a double take as I walked through the kitchen door. The dishes had been washed and put away. The smell had been coffee which was in a mug in front of my chair at the table along with the milk and sugar.

My eyes did another double take as I looked at the girl standing in front of the stove with a spatula in one hand. She was dressed in one of my dead wife's almost see-through nightgowns that did little to hide her charms. Her mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear anything she was saying.

"Excuse me. Who the fuck are you, young lady?"

"My name is Brianna, but everybody calls me Bree. And who the fuck are you?"

"My name is Henry, but everybody calls me Hank. Now, what are you doing in my wife's nightgown?"

"I-I-I found it in your bedroom closet. I had to have something to put on. I woke up naked on the couch and I needed something to wear, didn't I?"

"Hmmmm. You do have a point there. OK. You got the nightgown from the closet. Fair enough."

"How would you like your eggs?"

"Over easy. Hey! What the hell are you doing standing at my stove cooking eggs?"

"Well, I figured you might be hungry this morning. By the way, where did you put my clothes? And where are your own?"

"What clothes?" I passed on answering about where my clothes were, after all it was my house and I could walk around naked if I wanted.

"The ones I had on."

It started to come back to my still recalcitrant mind. This was the girl who had fallen naked through my doorway last night just as I was starting my game of Russian roulette.

"Uh, you didn't have any on."

"I did too! I never go out naked. Did you? Did we? Uh, you know?"

"Well, sweetheart, you were certainly very naked and very, very cold and wet when you fell through my door and landed at my feet. And, no we didn't. I was too fucking drunk to worry about sex last night." It was just a small lie after what I had done in the bathroom, but she would never know. "Say, did you see a revolver laying around?"

"Yeah. How do you like your bacon?"

"Extra crisp. Well, where is it? The revolver, I mean."

"I put it away where you can't hurt yourself. One bullet. A bottle of Scotch. Passed out naked and drunk on your bed. You were going to kill yourself weren't you?" The tone of her voice made me mentally wince, it was that sharp. "Weren't you?"

"Yeah. I guess I was going to try to keep playing until I lost."

"Hank, that's fucked up...big time fucked up."

"You don't know the whole story, as they say."

"Hey, I know enough not to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. That's the only story I need to know. And why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"Listen, Bree, is it? This is my house and what I wear in my house is none of your damn business." Unfortunately, my smaller head was beginning to get very interested in what I could see of Bree's young body which was only partially covered by the very revealing nightgown. That head decided it was also time to rise and stiffen. I tried to ignore it, but every look at Bree caused it to rise and stiffen a bit more.

"Yeah, you're right. It isn't any of my damn business." 

"Now, young lady, I have a question or two for you. First, where the hell are your own clothes? Secondly, where did you come from?"

She put the food on the table before answering my questions. "First, I don't know where the hell my clothes are. The last time I saw them, they were on me and I don't remember taking them off. I suppose you won't admitting to taking them off me?" Bree bristled and glared daggers at me. "Secondly, I'm from Charlottetown. Third, where are your clothes right now? Your thingy there seems to be getting awfully stiff."

"Bree, you are one hell of a long way from Charlottetown...at least a hundred miles and probably a bit more. My clothes are still in my room where I left them. And, dear girl, if I were so interested in ending my life why would I undress you, hide your clothes, and then leave you on my couch without fucking the hell out of you?"

"I-I-I don't know." Bree was obviously on the verge of tears. "I-I-I was a virgin until last night. I thought you had raped me. I was bleeding from down there and there was some gooey stuff dripping out." 

How did I ever miss that last night? I really must have been drunker than I had thought. By now my lower appendage was at full staff and saluting the idea of fucking this girl eight days to Sunday, but I knew I shouldn't and couldn't push that issue in her current frame of mind. I sat down before my small head could rear any further into the air, not that sitting down was going to make him behave himself.

"Bree, my wife died in a hit-and-run accident six months ago yesterday. That was the reason for my playing that game of Russian roulette. Ever since she died I have had absolutely no desire for sex in any form, but after seeing you wet, cold, and very naked, I went into the bathroom and jerked on my cock until I came...and, boy did I ever come. I never touched you except to pick you up and lay you on the couch. and I have never in my life raped anybody. These are very good eggs, by the way. And, the bacon is just the way I like it." That brought a small smile to her face and her blue eyes twinkled in the morning light.

"More coffee?"

"Yes, please. You also make some very good coffee."

"My father was an old soldier who liked his coffee hot, strong, and sweet...just like he said he liked his women."

I took a long look at this waif that had literally fallen through my door. Her red hair was wavy now that it was dry and even in a ponytail extended beneath her shoulder blades. Her tits, while not very large, still seemed to be at least a small B-cup and were proportionate to the rest of her body rather slim body. I watched as she got up and went to the coffee pot to refill our cups and admired the way her hips rolled when she walked. She may have been a virgin up until last night, but she sure knew she was beautiful and knew how to make the most of what she had.

Bree sat down and started her own breakfast. "So what do you do?"

"What do I do?"

"Yes, what do you do for work?"

"Oh. I'm retired."

"Retired from what?"

"From life. No, really, I retired from a software consulting firm six months ago the day after tomorrow."

"You retired the day of your wife's funeral?"

"Yes. Bree, I'd rather not go down that road, if you don't mind."

"OK, I understand."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

We sat there in silence for a long time. I didn't know what to do with Bree and she didn't know what to make of me. We both sipped at our coffee and looked out the French door towards the backyard and the woods immediately beyond.

"Well, I guess I need to clean up the dishes." Bree got to her feet and started clearing away the remains of our breakfast scraping my plate into hers and gathering up the silver. She left the coffee cups and brought the coffee pot to the table refilling our cups from the last of the pot. "I'll make some more, if you want?"

"No, thank you, Bree. Not for me. If you want some, you're welcome to have some, but I've had my limit for the morning."

Looking at her breasts hanging down as she poured the coffee into our cups got a reaction from my little soldier who was rapidly standing to full attention. While I wasn't the biggest cock on the walk, I could hold my own in a cock measuring contest and not be ashamed of my endowment.

Bree's breasts were pert, somewhat on the smallish side but very well formed none-the-less, and capped with darker nubbins that seemed to be harder every time I looked at them. I was very glad I was sitting down so my predicament wasn't overtly obvious. My mind was conjuring up all sorts of lascivious images of Bree and it was with a great effort that I pulled my eyes off the twin peaks of her breasts. As I looked up, I saw Bree smiling back at me. There was a twinkle in her eyes that told me the smile wasn't a faked one.

"Liked what you saw, huh?"

That stumped me for about ten seconds before I realized that the little vixen had meant for me to see her breasts hanging down.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I did at that. You are a very pretty young lady and that gown has always been one of my favorites. Debbie bought it to seduce me into buying her a diamond necklace."

"Did it work?"

"Work?"

"The seduction, did she get her diamond necklace?"

"I never told her, but I had already bought it for her. She never needed to seduce me into buying her anything. I just..." My voice faltered as I started getting emotional again. "Why the hell did you fall against my door last night? I could have been so much cold meat right now."

"But I did fall against your door and you aren't cold meat. You are very much alive and you took me into your house without any ulterior motives. That has to be a first for me. Men always seem to want to stick their hard cocks in any hole they can find, and as hard as I have tried, I had only managed to save my virginity in one of them, my...well, you know what I'm talking about."

"Yes I do and I'm glad I didn't take it last night."

"Thank you for not taking it, Hank. That meant a lot to me and I wanted to be the one to decide who got to that part of my body first."

"Well, we'd better find some clothes for you to wear around here. Follow me."

Bree followed me into the master bedroom and she picked out a sexy tube top that held her breasts reasonably well and a pair of cut-off shorts that barely hid her treasure hole. It seemed that Bree and Debbie wore the same size...almost anyway. 

Bree laughed and I smiled as she picked out the clothes and then she shooed me out the door while she changed from the gown to the outfit she had chosen. Her modesty was refreshing considering I had seen her entirely naked body the night before. Still, my cock gave an appreciative little jerk as I thought about how lovely her body had been laying in all of its nakedness. 

I smiled as I walked back into the kitchen and decided to make myself another pot of coffee, this time with a bit of Scotch in it. I got the coffee made and reached into the cabinet where I keep my Scotch only to find it as bare as Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard. Oh well, I sipped the hot coffee thinking how well Bree had made it and the rest of the breakfast, how easily she had fit into my world, the world that I had almost departed.

I closed my eyes and saw Debbie smiling at me. When I opened them Bree was standing in front of me replacing my mental image of Debbie with her own. The problem was that Bree in the tube top and cut-off shorts looked a hell of a lot like my dead wife and I didn't know how long I could take it.

"Well, how do I look?"

"Great. Just great." was my response as I took in her charms. Beneath the tube top her nipples were making a pair of small dark tents. The shorts just barely covered the vee between her legs and I could see the stray hair peeking out from either side of the thin strip of fabric. "Just don't sit down anytime soon or you will show everything that you are trying to hide with those shorts."

"I know. I already tried sitting down in them. These shorts don't leave much to the imagination do they?"

"No-o-o-o, they sure don't. Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in something else?"

She smiled at me and said "No, I'm really OK right now."

"Well, if you feel comfortable, then I guess I better get junior to behave."

"Junior?"

"Yeah, Junior. The little head between my legs with a brain of his own that seems to go into high gear whenever he sees a nice pair of tits and a half-naked ass."

"Oh."

"You know, I bet there are some panties in my wife's drawers if you want something a bit more modest."

"Thanks. Maybe later. Right now, I want to try to figure out what happened and how I ended up naked on your couch."

"Well, what were you doing last night?"

"I went to this new nightclub in Camden and..."

"Alone?"

"I always go out alone. I don't have many friends."

"A pretty girl like you? You don't have many friends? That's hard to believe."

Bree did me the courtesy of blushing at my compliment before she continued. "Yes, well anyways I went to this new club in Camden and had a couple of drinks. There was this really nice guy there and we danced and danced."

"Camden? That's a good distance from here. Does Mr. Really Nice have another name?"

"I honestly don't remember. That's the really weird part about it, I don't even remember if I left the club with him or not. And I don't remember anything other than the dancing and his blue eyes until I woke up on your couch without any clothes on me. At first, I thought he had taken me home to his place, but he was much younger than you are and he said his apartment was only a couple of miles from the club."

"Thanks. I didn't realize I was that old."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything bad about that...it's just that he was about my age or maybe a bit older. No more than 25 or 26."

My eyes started fixating on Bree's nipples which were still tenting the tube top with their dark areolas. She noticed my stare and smiled at me as I looked up. "My mom always said that my tits and my hair color were my best assets. You seem to agree with her."

"I wouldn't argue with her on either score, but I am more enthralled with your voice. It's absolutely melodious."

She had the modesty to blush once again. "Why, thank you, kind sir."

"Don't thank me. I only stated the obvious."

"You know, I could get to like you, Hank. You are really a nice person."

I didn't blush, but the words cheered me somewhat. "Thank you. Now that we have that out of the way, do you remember anything else that happened last night?"

"I do remember feeling a bit dizzy at the nightclub, but thought that I had a little too much to drink. Then the lights went out."

"Did you have a purse with you last night?"

"Yes! I did. I had just cashed my paycheck and decided to go celebrate."

"Celebrate?"

"It was the first time since my parents died that I felt good enough to go out and do some dancing."

"When did your parents die? You don't drink much do you?"

"They died about a year ago in a building fire. And, no, I don't drink too much. Good girls aren't supposed to drink much and I've never really liked the taste of the hard stuff...oh, some of the wine is OK, but the hard stuff burns going down my throat."

"Yep. It would definitely do that. OK, so what did you do with your purse?"

"I don't know."

"I guess Mr. Really Nice could probably tell us if we could ever find him."

"I suppose. I had over $400 in that purse. I guess I can kiss it good-bye, can't I?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative and got up. Junior was still leading the way as I walked towards my bedroom. "Well, I guess I had better cover Junior up before he makes a mess all over the floor. Your body is just too nice to keep him disinterested."

Bree followed me into the bedroom and watched as I started to pull on a pair of cut-off shorts and a t-shirt. I had the t-shirt just about over my head when she reached up and stopped me.

"The clothes won't be necessary."

"It is unless you want me to fuck you."

"Maybe I do want you to fuck me. I've got an itch that I think needs some scratching and I can't reach it."

"Have you now?"

"Yes, I do" came her reply as she removed the clothes she was wearing. She soon stood in front of me just as naked as she had been the night before. I stood stock still as Bree's hand unsnapped the waistband of my shorts and lowered the zipper. My shorts fell in a pile on the floor and I stepped out of them. Bree reached over and took my stiffened cock in her small hands. She started a gentle up and down motion sliding the skin back and forth over the turgid meat underneath. I honestly couldn't remember ever being harder than I was at that very moment. My erection felt as if it were going to explode in her hand and I let out a low groan.




The Widower and the Waif



Bree looked into my eyes and smiled before first kissing me on the lips and then tracing her way down to my nipples. I don't care what some people will tell you, but male nipples can be just as sensitive as the nipples on a woman. I moaned again, this time a bit louder.

Her lips made their way further down and tickled my balls and my stiffened prick before I felt her mouth surround the head of my cock with a glorious warmth and wetness. I didn't moan this time, I gasped at the sudden rush of feeling to my cockhead. Bree's steady sucking soon had me on the verge of an enormous cum. My hands which had been tangled in Bree's hair gently urged her up from my cock.

"Bree, I'm going to cum pretty soon. Are you sure you want it in your mouth?"

She looked up at me and nodded "Just this time. I've got other plans for the next time." Then her mouth dropped back to its gentle pressure on my fuck meat and my cock started expanding even more as I felt the spunk stored in my balls start its journey upwards and outwards. Despite the warning I had given her, Bree seemed surprised at the volume and force of my initial shot of sperm. She caught up with the flow and swallowed my entire load without letting a single drop go astray. After she finished cleaning my cockhead of all of its juices, she stood up and kissed me forcing her cum coated tongue deep into my mouth. I had tasted myself several times by eating Debbie's pussy out after cumming in it so I was not repulsed by Bree's actions. In fact, I grew even more excited by them.

I fell back onto the bed and Bree landed right beside me, her arms wrapped around me. I caressed the breast that was available to my hands and the nipple grew to the size of a pencil eraser. Her breasts were not huge and saggy, but were a pleasing size and rather firm. The nipples got harder and harder the more I played with them. We kissed for what seemed like hours but could have only been a couple of minutes our tongues dueling with each other and our arousal getting more and more demanding. Junior started to come back to life and that sort of surprised me because at my age, sexual recovery was by no means a speedy given.

Bree snuggled a little closer. "Good?"

"Fantastic!"

I felt Bree's small hand reach down and gently jerk on my stiffening cock. "Feel's like somebody is ready for round two." Then she raised herself up and literally impaled herself on my fleshy spear. We both moaned as the tip of my cock met her cervix and our pubic bones smashed against each other. Bree started a gentle rhythm that stiffened my cock even more as she got wetter and wetter from her own secretions. Her cunt felt like a soaking wet hot velvet glove. Bree may have been a virgin before the previous night, but she somehow knew how to use her inner muscles to clamp down on my fleshy invader.

After about half an hour of slow fucking, Bree started to breathe more heavily and her movements began to be spasmodic. I rolled her over without withdrawing from her sweet pussy and started pumping into her as hard as I could.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" was all that Bree could manage as I plowed into her. My mouth latched onto her left breast and she almost bucked me off as an enormous orgasm washed over her. I think she almost passed out. I know that her eyeballs rolled up almost into her head and she lay limp for almost a minute before starting to thrash beneath me once again.

Instead my balls, my cum was fighting a battle to be released. Up to now, the battle was being won by my prostate which said an emphatic "no" to the urgency that the sperm were trying to impart. Slowly, I felt the urgency increase to the point of being painful. My prostate was now losing the battle.

Bree started whimpering again and I knew she was fast approaching another orgasm. I knew that my balls were quickly winning the battle over the prostate and that I would soon spurt ropes of hot baby-making cream inside Bree's well-lubricated cunt. I was trying to time my release with Bree's.

Bree screamed as her body went spastic once again. That was all it took for me to loose my own gigantic cum. I don't think I have ever had such an intense ejaculation in my life...either before or since that day.

Basking in our sweat with my hot cream running out of Bree's well-fucked cunt, we both just lay entangled with each other trying to bring ourselves down from the exhilarating high we had both reached. Slowly I rolled off Bree, pulling my now deflating cokc from her gaping pussy, and lay on the bed beside her. When I opened my eyes, I was staring into Bree's soul through her own eyes.

"Penny for your thoughts."

"I never thought I would ever experience what you have just given me ever again. My sex life died with Debbie, but you sure seem to have found a way to let me have it back. Thank you."

"No, thank you. I don't remember losing my virginity last night, but you have shown me what I missed because of Mr. Really Nice and whatever he did to me."

We lay there for a feew moments before reality hit me right between the eyes. "Bree, I unloaded inside you! I could have made you pregnant."

"Relax, Hank. I've been on birth control to regulate my periods ever since I first started having periods and that was a long, long time ago. I can't get pregnant."

I sighed in relief. "So where do we go from here?"

Bree looked at me. "I have no family to return to, so I guess it's up to you if you want me to stay. If I do stay, the gun goes. The whisky you can have, but not enough to get drunk. OK?"

I smiled my answer and Bree smiled back. We had both already decided that some mysterious force had brought us together and that we would not fight the situation.

That was ten years ago. We were married about ten months later and Bree went off the pill two months after that. We now have two bouncing boys and two lovely girls. The oldest is eight, Ian, and the youngest, Oona is a little over three months old. After Oona was born, Bree went back on the pill, but we still, once a year, after the children have gone to bed, re-enact that first night when she literally fell through my door. The only differences are that I don't have the gun, I don't get drunk--but I do have a double shot of good whisky--and I don't jerk myself off...I fuck my lovely wife instead.