12 comments/ 32822 views/ 10 favorites Temper By: Ashson I'd just stepped out of the house to collect my mail when I heard the woman next door start screaming. That, I immediately assumed, would be Annie. Cute as can be, the size of a button and a personality altogether too big for her petite frame. She was a redhead, and her temper was probably the reason all redheads are said to have hot tempers. Whatever Joey, her husband, had done, Annie didn't appreciate it. She sounded furious. At that stage Joey came out the front door, moving fast. He apparently didn't want to waste time stopping to get into his car as he just hurtled the fence and took off. Annie came charging out close behind him, explaining exactly what she was going to do to the two-timing bastard. It seemed Joey had made two little errors. He'd cheated and he'd got caught. It was obvious to me that he was making a clean get-away, and apparently it was obvious to Annie as well. Instead of haring down the street, hot on his heels and yelling abuse, Annie stopped and grabbed a handful of stones from the front garden. I'm sure you've all seen the sort of stones I mean. Small whitish pebbles with diameters ranging from half an inch to two inches. They're ideal for decorative borders around trees or covering weedy strips of garden. Now Annie took after Joey again, but chucking these stones at him as she ran. It immediately became obvious to me that the safest place to be was between Annie and Joey, because while she could throw those stupid little rocks hard, her aim was atrocious. Unfortunately, I wasn't between Annie and Joey. I was off to one side feeling mildly amused when what felt like half a brick bounced off my head. I yelped and clasped my hand to my head expecting to find a nice little limp. Annie paused as she stormed past, taking time to call me an idiot for getting in the way, and then went back to chasing her errant husband with her enthusiastic but erratic stone throwing. She stopped a couple of houses down, having run out of stones, and came storming back. She sort of faltered when she caught me standing there, hand still pressed to my head. "Um, you're bleeding," she told me. No kidding? I hadn't found a lump. I'd found a small gash on my scalp and blood was pouring forth. I'm sure you've seen how scalp wounds can really turn on the gore. "Oh, you noticed, did you?" I asked. It was possible there was a little sarcasm in my reply. My white t-shirt was now red and white. I'd have to chuck it. No way would I be able to get those blood stains out. "Ah, do you need help attending to that?" asked Annie. "No thanks," I replied. "I don't want to take the chance of it becoming worse." I walked back to my house and closed the door, leaving Annie staring after me. I applied a little first aid. It was just a minor cut, even if I did bleed like a stuck pig, and once I got the bleeding stopped I just used a butterfly clip to hold it closed. I had a shower and changed clothes and then went and googled blood stains. I was right. The simplest solution would be to ditch the shirt, which I proceeded to do. I had some lunch, and while I was eating I saw Joey come sneaking back, hop in his car and make himself scarce. After lunch I was sitting on the couch watching the footy. The front door was open and when the bell rang I stuck my head over the couch, saw Annie standing there, groaned and yelled "come in". I'd rather have said go away, but one must be polite. I'm not sure why, at times, but that's the way it is. Annie came in and faced up to me. Naturally she stood between me and the TV which is what I was really interested in. "I've come to apologise for hitting you with that stone," she muttered. "It was a loose throw and I'm sorry." "Christ, Annie," I said. "Every one of your throws was loose, as you call it. You nearly hit Mrs. Mills cat, and that was on the other side of the road. You couldn't hit a wall if you were standing in a room. What made you think you could score on Joey?" "Don't mention that two-timing fink to me," she snapped. "You men are all the same. Bastards, all of you." Her temper really did flare up fast. She really ought to learn to control it before it got her into trouble. Mind you, I wasn't too happy with her right then, so my little lapse was partly excusable. "Hey, go easy," I snapped right back. "It's not my fault if he two-timed you. Look in a mirror first." "Are you saying it's my fault that he's a dirty rotten cheat?" Annie shrieked. I shrugged. "Well, if you can't keep him happy in bed it's just natural that he's going to look elsewhere." A bit low, possibly, but like I said, I wasn't flowing with the milk of human kindness where Annie was concerned. My head still smarted and I'd liked my now defunct shirt. Apparently that crack about keeping Joey happy in bed was too much for Annie's self-restraint. She forgot she was dealing with a wounded bystander from her earlier battle and slapped me. I wish I'd had a camera running to take a picture of the look on her face when I slapped her back. It was priceless. I know, you're not supposed to hit girls, but she started it. I didn't lay her out; I just gave her a light slap, nowhere near as hard as the one she gave me. Like I said, the look on Annie's face was priceless. She just couldn't believe that a man had actually hit her back. I suspect that poor Joey had always turned the other cheek and probably got that one slapped too. Annie blinked and put one hand to her cheek, apparently wanting to make sure that I had slapped her. Then she gave a cry of fury and tried to assault me. Silly move. I just caught her hands, twisting them behind her back as she fell across me. Pressing down firmly on the small of her back with her wrists held in my hand I delivered a nice hard spank to her bottom. "You," I said to a kicking, wriggling, squealing young termagant, "need a lesson in manners. I don't mind supplying it." I delivered a couple more firms swats to Annie's bottom, while she continued kicking and squealing and calling me names. "It seems to me," I told her, "that this isn't getting us very far. Time to get serious." With that I jerked her shorts and panties down. I didn't bother undoing the shorts and if a button popped when they came down, no matter. She was a woman. She could sew it back on. The squawking Annie had been doing up to that point was minor to the squawking she raised once her panties slid down. I was happy I had double glazing to tone it down a bit. Mind you, the squealing and carrying on quietened considerably once my hand started to make a definite impression on her bottom. As far as I was able to determine Annie had quite a strong character. I thought a proper spanking wouldn't harm her. Hurt, yes, but actual harm? Unlikely. She'd take the lesson on board and probably learn something from it. Accordingly, I gave Annie a proper spanking. Annie kicked and squealed and called me names, but there wasn't much else she could do except feel my hand pounding on her bottom. I was amused to notice that all her kicking did was to kick her shorts and panties right off. Not what she'd intended, I'm sure. I didn't overdo the spanking. It was supposed to be a painful lesson for her, but just a lesson. It was never part of my agenda to beat her into submission. When I thought I'd got my intention across I let up, setting her on her feet, deliberately not looking at her nicely trimmed little bush. (Red, the same colour as her hair. Not that I'd been looking.) Annie stood in front of me, not even considering the need to cover up. She was practically dancing on the spot with rage while her hands were clutching at her bottom. I stood up. It was my intension to just loom over her, using my size and proximity to make her nervous and hasten her departure. I'd reckoned without that temper though. Annie suddenly snapped, "Let's see how you like it," and yanked on my tracksuit pants while she pushed hard against me. I could feel myself falling back towards the couch and I just automatically caught hold of whatever was nearest. You do that when you think you're going to fall. What was nearest was Annie. I grabbed her, realised that we were both going to fall and I twisted her around so that she landed on the couch. Then I landed on her, but I couldn't help that. Annie should have thought it through. Now if you've got a pretty young thing bent over your knee, bottom bared for you to spank, followed by that half naked pretty young thing jumping up and down in front of you, I defy you not to get an erection. I sure had one. When Annie jerked on my tracksuit pants they just naturally slid down, and when I fell on top of Annie it seemed only natural that my erection would slip out of my underpants and into her as neat as you please. I was quite startled. One moment I was standing there and the next Annie is lying on the couch under me while my cock is rapidly making itself at home. And if you think I was startled, you should have seen Annie's face. Where she was concerned one moment she was going to try to teach me a lesson, the next she was being well and truly shafted. She didn't even have time to squeal before she found herself pinned to the couch. It was not the sort of thing that Annie was going to take lying down. Well, literally, I suppose she was, but figuratively she was standing up and fighting for her rights. It didn't take me long to find out what those rights were. Annie's legs came up and closed around me. Somehow or other she managed to strip off her top and bra and then her hands were wrapped around me, clawing into my shoulders. "Can't keep a man happy in bed, uh?" she snarled, and she was bucking under me like a wild thing. Now while I may have accidentally pronged Annie, now that she had laid down the challenge it would have been impolite not to accept. As I said earlier, one should always strive to be polite. So while Annie did her best to show she could satisfy me in bed, I did my best to show she couldn't. I believe in setting a challenge and letting people rise to meet it. I pounded Annie, driving in hard while at the same time my hands mauled her breasts and my mouth ravished hers. Everything I did, Annie matched, clinging to me, riding me, driving me wild, her hips driving her up so that I plumbed her depths, both of us making love with a fierce energy. I soon realised that I was going to come too soon. I pulled out and flipped Annie over onto her tummy, lifted her eager bottom high, and drove back into her, with Annie urging me to hurry. The brief respite had helped, my excitement dying down a little. Now I was able to thrust hard and fast into Annie while her bottom bobbed up and down, eager to take my delivery. It didn't take too much longer and my excitement was again rising rapidly to a climax. That was OK. The delay had been enough for I could see (and feel) Annie twisting and writhing under me, her own climax very close at hand. Then I was climaxing, thoroughly spraying Annie, letting her know that she'd managed to satisfy me, at any rate. Annie was squealing and shuddering, her pussy closing around me like a vice, not wanting to release me until she'd milked me dry. When Annie had finally regained her energy and dressed she headed for the door. "I think I can safely assume that you've had no bad after effects from bumping your head earlier, so I'll be on my way." She bustled out, humming to herself. That night I ran into Joey down at the pub. He was whining about how Annie pushed him around. "Joey," I said, "you're too gentle. What you need to do next time she gives you a hard time is to put her across your knee and spank her. After the spanking you give her a jolly good rogering so she'll know who's boss. She'll be sweet as honey after that." Joey gave a cynical laugh. "Geez, I'd give quids to see that happening to her. Anyone who tried would probably lose their balls as a trophy." "You just need to know how to handle women," I told him. "I'll tell you what, seeing we're neighbours and such. Next time she gives you a hard time, give her a note to bring over to me. I'll give her a spanking and screw her so hard she'll walk funny for a week." Joey sniggered. "A tempting offer. That would sure show her. Don't be surprised if she comes knocking one night." I wouldn't be. Now that the idea was in the little rodent's head he'd probably do it and think it a great joke. I'd just have to wait and see. Temper, Temper Every time I'm sarcastic, you look at me with your eyebrow raised and shake your head. My stomach churns and my pussy drips, thinking about what you want to do to me. You're holding me in suspense; letting it all build up until you lose your temper and give me what I deserve. Then one day it happens. You order me upstairs and I laughingly concede, still trying to goad you even more. Once we're safely tucked away in the bedroom you stand so close to me that I can't help but try to back away. You're calm, telling me what a little snot I am, and that I am about to get what I deserve. I look up at you seductively with wide innocent eyes and ask in a whisper what you mean. I get no reply to that, just the order to lay over your knee as you sit on the edge of the bed and beckon to me with one slow finger. Hesitating, I feel myself gulp down the lump in my throat, wishing I could be gulping down your come instead, so that I could cuddle up with you afterwards. "You're a naughty little girl, and its time for you to get punished," you say as you pull me by both wrists over to you. In an instant I am over your knee and my skirt is bunched up at my waist. I feel the warmth of your hands on my ass as you caress my cheeks. "Such a nice ass," you murmur. "But so, so naughty." I squirm a little under this scrutiny and you tighten your grip saying, "See? What a bad girl." I feel my thong being peeled down, sticking between my thighs, wet with juice. Your hand glides through my damp thighs, then teasingly over my quivering slit and I feel you hardening as you sigh. A small moan escapes my lips and turns into a whimper as you withdraw your fingers. "Are you ready to be punished?" you ask. "Yes,... I've been so bad," I breathe, giving in. Within that moment, I hear a loud crack and feel a sharp jolt across my cheeks. It's louder and harder than I'd expected; I try my best not to squirm, but I do. Your arm squeezes my waist closer to your body and you start spanking in earnest. I have no breath as I try to wriggle away, and no control as I futilely kick, my legs restrained by my lowered panties. I try to hold on, not wanting to beg. I want to stay strong and take it like a good girl. But as my skin starts to burn, I find myself whimpering to you to stop, to please let me go, that I'll behave, that I won't be snotty anymore. The only response I get is "You know you need this," and continued spanking. In between slaps you stop and smooth your palms over my throbbing bottom. My thighs are sticky now with moisture, and are slightly chafing as I kick for release; I'm not going down without a fight. Finally I hear a sigh and your voice, "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." My stomach knots as I try to picture how this could get worse, and I instantly regret being so defiant. My thong around my knees, and my skirt tucked up into my waistband, I stand awkwardly when you order. I can't bear to look at you, and I feel my face flush as you turn me around to inspect your handiwork. I'm frozen as I hear your bag unzip and the bed creak. Finally, after what seems like hours, your voice commands, "Turn around and lay on the bed with your ass up." As I comply, you grab both my wrists and bind them together, attaching them to a soft rope tied to the bed frame holding the mattress. My panties are rolled slowly down and off my body, then my skirt roughly pulled off, and finally my legs stretched apart. Soft ties encircle my ankles and I realize they are tied to the bedposts. A pillow is beneath my hips, raising my backside to a better angle for you to punish me properly. I shudder with embarrassment realizing that with my legs spread and my bottom in the air, everything is in full view, chastising me even further. "I hoped I wouldn't have to tie you down for your lesson, but I guess it's just in your nature to be such a nasty dirty girl." I wince at those words, emphasized by your finger slowly inserted in my sopping hole, as you whisper your scoldings in my ear. I feel a tightness in my chest and throat as you continue to tease me with your fingers, all the while telling me what a snot I've been. "Please," I squeak, vainly trying not to sob, "The one spanking was enough! I'll be good from now on, I promise!" I hear you tsk out loud as you withdraw your fingers and say, "Now, now, you know this is what you need. Snotty little girls need to be punished." Something cool and firm smoothes across my now pinked backside. "I had a suspicion I would have to use this paddle on you," you softly mock in my ear. I shiver in anticipation, feeling your fingers trailing down my spine through my tank top as you move back into a better position. The paddle touches lightly on my ass, giving me a glimpse of where the first smack will land. "I want you to tell me why I have to do this." I groan inwardly, and my head hangs in submission. "B... b... because," I stammer. "Because I've been a bad girl..." "And?" "And... I've been a snot?" I query. "And so what needs to happen?" you intone. "I need to be spanked," I reply miserably. "How do you need to be spanked?" I exhale with small, resigned sigh as I quiver with my new helplessness. "I... I need to be spanked on my bare ass..." "And?" you prompt. "And I need to be tied down and spanked with the paddle," I say with a rush. I'm shaking a little by now, just wishing you would get it over with so that I can show you how sorry I really am and so that you can take me the way I love being taken: teasingly slow, deep, and hard. My longing is interrupted by the smack of the paddle. I feel it through my whole body, it seems. I try to jerk away instinctively but my bonds hold tight. My pussy, swollen with want, seeps a fresh rush of juice, puddling down through my spread thighs. Try as I may, my movement is constricted and I can't escape. There are no love taps given here, but full force slaps across my naughty bottom. You give it to me slowly, delighting in drawing it out and subsequently torturing me even more. The anticipation before each new spank is brutal; I just know the next one will sting even more than the last as my backside gets redder and redder. "You love getting spanked, don't you?" My face burns as hot as my ass; your admonitions, though calmly spoken, make me feel like such a little girl. With each spank, you tell me how naughty I am, what a nasty little snot I've been, and how much I deserve this punishment. After hour-like minutes, I break, sobbing to you about how bad I have been and how I'm learning my lesson. "Oooooh, I promise I'll be good!" I cry, as I start begging you to stop. "Please!! It hurts!" I'm struggling in my bonds, and after what seems like a million more rapid final slaps to drive the message home, you drop the paddle and cover my half naked body with yours. The warm breath in my ear is strangely chilling and you coo to me about how hot my ass looks when it's being punished. I'm still tied down, but you smooth your hands down my back, gently over my aching bottom, to spread my drenched thighs even further apart. Your lips soon follow, softly kissing the red mounds of my rump, and nipping at the tender flesh of my inner thighs. You tease me, going back and forth from one thigh to the other, never going too far inward to where I'm trying to grind into the bed for the hope of some satisfaction. When you realize what I'm trying to do, you encircle my waist in your arms, pushing down on my back to keep me still. My struggles stifle for a moment and you give a low chuckle as I let out a long whimper when I feel the moist warmth of your tongue plying into the swollen lips of my wet cunt. You lick a few slow, long, gentle licks, and then withdraw. I'm gasping and whining as you repeat this treatment over and over again. "Please.... Please...," my mantra repeats feverishly over and over. I'm trying to buck against your sweet mouth as I beg you to make me come. You don't respond to my angst, but instead move up to my face, lying with your body pressed up beside mine. My head turns toward your face and I struggle to get closer to kiss you. After brushing your lips briefly against mine, you untie me. My new freedom excites both of us and I flip myself quickly over, wincing at the sting on my ass as it touches the bed. I hurry to get on my back, to be ready for you, to welcome you inside me. My legs eagerly open wide; I sigh in contentment when you lower your body on mine. You're kissing me now; teasing me by going in my mouth soft and deep at one moment, and then withdrawing at the next. I groan in frustration and grab the back of your head, trying to push your mouth harder onto mine. You pull away and pin my arms to the bed while your head shakes back and forth at me disapprovingly. I wriggle against your body a little bit and thrust my face upwards. One look, and I know you've had it; your head dips down. The softness of our tongues crash together; they writhe in tender collision until we gasp for air. My arms are freed as you bury your hands in my hair; your lips move away from my mouth and down my neck, so firm but gentle. I'm grasping at your back and shoulders, not knowing how to make you do what I want, but not wanting you to stray from your agenda. Your hands travel from my hair, over my neck, and slide ever so smoothly down my breasts. My tank top is lifted as your warmth glides up my panting torso. My back arches towards you as your fingers meet the tips of my breasts. My breathing sharpens at the firm grasp of your palms and the rolling of your fingers across my tight nipples. I move to take off my tank top, but you stop me. Sitting back on your heels, you look down at me with a quiet intensity in your eyes that makes my pussy ache, and you slowly peel off my shirt, inch by inch. It seems to take forever; we're both savoring the moment of my flesh being so slowly exposed. Once the top is bunched over my breasts, you tenderly slide your hands up my raised arms, taking my shirt over them. I watch your face move in slow motion down to my breasts and take a sharp breath inward as your lips meet my nipple and suck it in. As slowly as I was stripped, you're undressed hurriedly; my hands tremble while I help you doff your clothes. My mouth is greedy once you are as naked as myself, and I moan in delight as your body covers mine once again and your kiss crushes my mouth. In a quick moment, one hand is back on my breast, the other latching onto my hair, and our kiss breaks long enough for me to purr contentedly. I feel the long stiffness of your cock pressed onto the length of my wet slit, and I grind my hips up to get more. We stay like this for a few sweet minutes; rocking back and forth, breathing heavier and heavier, kissing and licking everything within reach. I circle my legs around your waist and your cock rubs over my swollen clit, driving me crazy and making me strain against you even harder. In a gentle movement, you ease yourself down my flushed skin, our heat intermingling. I whine in anticipation as you position yourself between my widespread thighs. Your lips softly caress the first folds of my soaked pussy, and I relax into your kiss. You lick and kiss lightly; so light I can't tell at first if I'm just imagining it, but the first wave of pleasure that rockets through me sets me straight. You keep eating me this way, your lips pliable and wet on my clit, and my juice and your saliva mixing together as you slurp me. Your finger presses into me with a deliberately dawdling torment of leisurely in-and-out movements, causing me to buck up against your feasting even more. You stop abruptly, just as I'm squeezing hard on your fingers inside me. "More... please ... more...," I whine. "Yeah, I bet you love getting your naughty little pussy eaten like that," you say in a mocking tone. "But you need to show me how good you're going to be from now on." With those words, you grab a fistful of hair at my neck and pull me up towards you. You're kneeling on the bed and you pull me so that I'm kneeling as well, with my face by your engorged cock, and my back arched so that my ass is in the air. "Suck it," you command. Obediently, I lower my head and slowly lick your shaft from the base to the tip. My hands cup your balls, softly teasing them. The grip on my hair tightens as my tongue swirls repeatedly over the head of your swollen cock. "Such a good little slut," you moan out loud. I feel my head being pushed forward and your dick goes further in my mouth, almost to my throat. I love being filled up this way; I want to inhale your engorged rod. My pussy gushes new juice as you push and pull my head over your cock. Your growls make me want to clamp down on you in ecstasy. I can feel you pulsing under my bruised lips. My revelry is interrupted as you pull my head back. "Stop," you command, as you look hard into my eyes. "I want to fuck you." All of a sudden I'm pushed on my back and you're on top of me. Your skin feels like silk gliding over my body, hot with arousal. We meld together like clay as we press harder and harder into each other. The lips of my pussy drench your shaft as we grind against each other in desperation. As your lips suckle on my breasts, I feel the head of your cock slide a slow inch inside my tight hole and I gasp out loud. Our eyes meet as you push yourself inside me to the hilt and then rub your pelvis into my clit. My breath catches in my throat as I feel your long hardness withdraw slowly and then ram back in deep and fast. Your hands are soft against my skin and your mouth is gentle on my lips, then neck, and finally breasts. My nipples are sucked deeply between your lips while I gasp for air. You're gentle with everything but your cock. Your slow rhythm implies a detached aloofness that gets me so hot, but the depth and strength of your thrusts, and your low chesty growl in my ear give you away. You vary from soft and shallow to deep and hard thrusts, keeping me guessing. We're both moaning each time you bury yourself to the hilt, and our breathing gets faster as our rhythm grows. The heat on my clit is getting too much for me to bear and I'm begging you to make me come, but the words aren't getting out right. Instead, I'm whining and squirming against you, trying to meet your thrusts, but you won't let me right away. "Please," I let out a high pitched whimper. "I want to come. Please...." You smirk down on me, before kissing me, and then start thrusting into me faster and harder, meeting my rhythm. We're kissing frantically now, and I'm grabbing the sheets, the pillow, the bed post; anything and everything in sight as you pound my pussy. It's all too much for me. Your cock is so hard inside me and I'm so wet. Your grunts and growls in my ear, and your lips and teeth on my skin, push me feverishly over the top and my pussy clamps down on your pumping shaft. Waves of pleasure roll through me and I arch my back toward you as I cry your name through my release. You're coming now too; you ram deeper and harder into me than I thought was possible, moaning in my ear the whole time. Spent, we collapse into one another, cuddling together. Your hands glide over me once more as we spoon. "Good girl," you whisper. Temperance   This morning was just the same as so many other mornings I've had lately. Once again I found myself sitting naked on the edge of the bed while an attractive woman rushes out of the motel room door, perhaps gagging a bit, certainly deeply remorseful. Funny, I know exactly what they think the first step they take after closing the door behind them, hell, I've actually heard several speak it out loud. They think, or say, "That's the last time I'm ever going to drink that much." Okay, they may not say or think exactly the same thing, but it's always something along that line. Hell, I see it the instant they wake up, wash the fogginess out of their eyes and see me waiting for them in the bed. At that point the words, "Fat Fuck," immediately come to their minds. I haven't figured out how to tell when they are referring directly to me or if they are simply recalling the activities of the night before. I think what makes it worse for many of them is that they remember enough of the night before to realize that they had enjoyed themselves, at least that's what it seems if you judge by the orgasm(s) they had. Yeah, I know I don't make a pretty picture and understanding my painfully average size cock is hampered by some excess baggage, I focus myself to something I believe all women truly want: oral sex. Well, let me rephrase that, they want to receive oral sex from a man, especially if they are not expected to reciprocate. Take Tanya for example, the woman you might have seen leaning against the wall just outside my hotel door this morning. Yeah, the one doubled over and retching, that's Tanya, who, by the way, will give up her binge drinking this very morning, going on to marry a nice man she will met at church. Anyway, take Tanya, a very attractive woman with blonde hair and a bit darker bush who divorced several months ago. It was nearly eleven-thirty when I first met her, you see, I usually wait until after eleven or so to first enter to bar so a lot of the women are already too wasted to really size me up. I also have been able to hide a lot of my weight with the clothes I wear, but I still usually shy away from the sober ones. Anyway, by eleven-thirty Tanya had been drinking quite a bit so I sauntered over and asked her to dance. Mind you, I can't dance, but by timing this approach just right I was able to take her hand, casually walk to the dance floor and take my position just as the band announced they were taking a break. I looked over at Tanya, letting her see the disappointment in my eyes and said, "Oh I'm sorry about the dance, can I buy you a drink instead?" She smiled and with the alcohol completely befuddling her senses, she followed me back to my table, fell for my irresistible charm and then followed me out to my car. Tanya was more than happy to come back to my hotel room for a nightcap and a bit of quiet dancing. Fortunately the hotel was very close and she had forgotten about the nightcap by the time we made it up to the room. As promised, I turned on the radio and found some slow music. I can't dance, but if the music was slow enough, I could just kind of move around and make it look like dancing. We had been dancing just a few minutes when I said, "You know it is a bit stuffy in here." Tanya agreed so she didn't protest when I began unbuttoning her blouse. Of course I continued unbuttoning and unzipping things on her until she was down to just her bra and panties. Then, as part of the dance, I moved her over near the bed and then kneeled before her, first to kiss her hand and then to slowly remove her panties, kissing her up and down her thighs. From this point I leaned toward her causing her to sit back onto the bed. Without missing a kiss on her thighs, I leaned forward, gently encouraging her to open her legs a bit with my hands. She opened them just wide enough for me to run my tongue up her thigh, over to her lips and down the slit to her wet opening. I dipped my tongue into her, feeling her tremble a bit and open her legs wider. My probing rewarded me with that tangy, divine taste of her pussy. I worked my tongue into her, circling her soft folds while savoring the taste of her. Only after I lapped up her juices for a few minutes did I then let my tongue follow her slit upward and find the tiny nub hiding in the soft folds of flesh. I began circling her clit with my tongue and heard her moan, "Oh I like this kind of dancing." Gently working first one, then two fingers into her pussy, I sucked her clit into my mouth and sucked it while lightly running my tongue over its smooth skin. In just a few moments she began rocking her hips up and down. I stayed with her as she moved until she reached down, grabbed my head and ground her pussy onto my face. Letting her clit slip out o my mouth, I lightly pinched it between my lips and began moving my head from side to side. Tanya cried out, "Oh yes, just like that, yes, yes." I pushed my fingers deep inside her and continued moving my head until her body tensed up, she groaned loudly and then relaxed back down onto the bed. Immediately pausing the motion on her clit, I left my fingers in her, feeling the pulsations squeezing them again and again. I waited until the pulsations subsided and then began lightly running my tongue over her clit again. Working slowly I started taking off my clothes, making sure my tongue never left her clit until I finally kicked off my pants. I quickly returned and as she began moving her hips, I pressed my tongue onto the clit more firmly, feeling it scoot from side to side under the pressure, It was much quicker the second time and in just a few moments she came again, shoving her pussy hard onto my face, coating me in her juices. She came two more times before I lifted my head from between her legs and stood up at the side of the bed. Without a word I reached down and pulled her hips toward me as I leaned into her. Tanya realized what I was doing and quickly reached down, took my cock and guided it into her soaking wet pussy. After she had come four times, she was fully ready for my cock so it slipped in very easily. I lifted my stomach up a bit so I could shove my cock to the hilt, which wasn't very deep. As I mentioned my cock was painfully average and with my added weight most of its true length kind of got lost. Anyway, once my cock was pressed as deep inside her as it would go, I pressed my stomach down letting it rest on her pubis where my soft skin was against her clit. Now as I withdrew and then thrust back inside her my stomach would move over her clit. Still sensitive from her earlier orgasms, she responded to my back and forth motion and while I wasn't filling her pussy much, she grabbed at me and rose up to meet each of my thrusts. My stomach, ass and thighs were jiggling as we moved faster and faster, but Tanya seemed either focused too much on the clitoral stimulation or she was still too drunk to notice my fat. She came once more before I finally arched my back and came deep inside her pussy. Well, I came as deep inside her pussy as my cock would allow. After coming, I remained standing, my hips pressed forward until my cock slipped out of her pussy, only then die I flop down on the bed beside her. She fell asleep within just a few minutes and apparently slept soundly until the morning when she woke up, went to the bathroom, splashed her face in cold water and then got a good, sober look at me. At one time her audible gasp would have felt like a knife to me, but by now I was used to the response. At least Tanya was polite enough to conceal her revulsion until she got outside my door. Hell I might not have noticed her retching if she hadn't left her purse in the room. I grabbed it and, concealing myself behind the door, I opened it and handed it out to her. She was nice enough to actually pretend she was retching because of all she drank the night before. I guess it was then that she made that familiar vow and I have to admit I am proud of her for getting her life together. Being the fat part of a "Fat Fuck," has very few rewards, but seeing Tanya straightening herself out was one of them. In the meantime, I'll just keep cruising bars late at night, focusing on eating pussy and showing women just how quickly they can hit bottom.   Temperance & Nickodemus It is summer and Temperance loves the beach. She flies to California. She rents a beach house. Temperance gets settled in and decides to go for a walk. Walking along the beach, Temperance spots a hammock. Feeling sleepy, she decides to rest. Temperance lays on the hammock and begins thinking how wonderful it would be to have a man of her own to love and be loved in return. Temperance's long red hair, sprawled above her head, around her face, as she lay there dreaming. She awakens very hot. Looking about, she noticed that no one is around, so she thought. He, Nickodemus, was in the bushes and couldn't believe his eyes. How beautiful she was. She was wearing a sheer dress that clung to her every curve. He didn't mean to watch, yet he couldn't look away from the vision set before him. Watching her made him yearn to be with her. His manhood was very hard and wanting. Temperance begins slowly lifting her dress up to her thighs, making it aware that she had no panties on. She spread her legs apart and began rubbing her swollen mound. She started moaning. How she wished she had a man to do this to her. She inserted two fingers and began making love to herself. Temperance stopped only to take her dress off and caress her breasts. How she wished a man was there with her now. Temperance went back to making herself feel good. Fantasizing of a man being between her legs, pumping her hard, instead of just her two fingers. This woman, this vision, beauty like none he's every known. He continued to watch as he got up from the bushes and edged himself toward her. Startled, Temperance went to cover herself up but looking at him, she couldn't. He was handsome, very tan, muscular, light brown hair, and eyes, oh how his eyes took her breath away. He introduced himself to her and she to him. His accent alone made Temperance hot and wanting. He knelt beside her and she opened her legs wide for him. He then buried his tongue in her flesh, licking and sucking her swollen area. Temperance was moaning. Nickodemus continued, too eager to taste her sweet nectar. She was very hot and very wet. Her body shivering, searing with anticipation, yearning to reach the peak of happiness. Nickodemus stopped. Nickodemus lifted her off the hammock and removed his shorts. He was very well endowed and very ready for whatever she would give. Temperance got on her knees and placed a hand around his member. Temperance stroked this handsome gift from the heavens. He lay back enjoying this. She teased him with her tongue, licking up and down his shaft. She asked him to get on the hammock and to spread his legs apart and she started licking his balls and sucking them, then filling her mouth with his hardness. Temperance wrapped her lips around him and sucked faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She had him all. Nickodemus pulled her hair, cheering Temperance on. He needed to control himself but found that he couldn't. Temperance stopped before he could explode. Nickodemus grabbed Temperance and laid her on the ground. He threw her legs apart and thrust his cock into her. Temperance moaned with ecstasy. She wanted this. She needed this. Nickodemus sucked on her nipples, gently biting them. Temperance was in pure bliss as his shaft was going in and out of her, she moaned with each motion. She wanted to be on all fours. She wanted Nickodemus to ram her hard, she loved that. Temperance looking at Nickodemus asked if he minded if she got on all fours. He didn't at all and she moved to that position begging him to take her. Nickodemus spread her ass and entered her. Temperance fucked his cock, faster and faster. She loved feeling him in her ass. Her juices flowing, dripping down her leg, that excited Nickodemus. He wanted to be in her pussy to feel her muscles spasm as she climaxed. He turned her around and entered her hot, wet, wanting vagina and pumped her hard while rubbing her clit at the same time. Nickodemus, whispering to Temperance, "cum for me." Passion overcame Temperance as she came all over Nickodemus. He was about to explode himself, as he pulls out of her pussy and dives into her mouth, once there, he let's go and his sweetness spills into her mouth and down her throat. Temperance smiles. It was morning when Temperance awoke from her dream, thinking to herself how much her fantasy seemed so real.