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Coke Whore

By: rlfj



Chapter 1

"Can I help you?" asked Dave Segrove. He was posting a notice on the bulletin board of the Community Center when a pretty young girl came in the front door. She looked very confused and unsure of herself, and Dave also noted that she seemed very scared and sad.

"Is this where they have the meetings for 'Lost Partners'?" she asked quietly, averting her eyes.

"Yes, it is," Dave answered, surprised. The 'Lost Partners' program was a support group for widows and widowers the Community Center sponsored on Wednesday nights. Part group therapy, part support, and even part singles-bar-without-the-alcohol, the program helped individuals who had been having a tough time handling the loss of a spouse. Ever since Dave's wife had died two years ago, he had been attending. Now, with the passage of time, the pain had subsided, but the routine of attendance acted as a solace, and he had acquired the status of a senior member.

Dave took another look at the girl. She was much younger than the average member, most of whom were in their forties and fifties. Even Dave, in his thirties, was considered young. This girl was hardly in her twenties!

She still looked very unsure of herself, and her mind was made up when the door behind her opened up and another woman entered, another regular who was old enough to be her mother. Sniffling back a sob, she mumbled, "I shouldn't be here", and ran back through the door. Dave stared in consternation as she stood on the sidewalk outside. He opened the door and stepped out into the cool, night air.

"Miss, miss...?" he asked as he approached her.

"Nancy, my name is Nancy," she whispered.

Dave Segrove stepped in front of Nancy and spoke gently. "Nancy, did you lose someone recently?" Nancy nodded mutely as the tears poured out. "Come on in and join us, please? We all have, too. Maybe we can help." With only the lightest of touches to her forearm, he turned the girl back towards the Community Center and began leading her back inside. "You don't have to say anything, just be with us." He opened the door and ushered her in gently. "Who was it, your husband?"

She shook her head negatively. "No, my fiancée. Does that mean I can't come in?" She looked up at him, tears welling up again, and Dave got the first real look at the girl. She was young, but not quite as young as he had thought, and the eyes on the verge of overflowing with more tears were the most exquisite sapphire blue he had ever seen. She wasn't pretty; she was beautiful!

"Not at all. Everybody, this is Nancy..." He led her into the meeting room and introduced her to the others as a new member. Quietly, he told her that if she didn't want to say anything, she didn't have to, and to feel free to ask questions. He parked her in a chair next to his around the large round table, then got them both a cup of coffee.

The new girl worried Dave somewhat. She seemed to exist in a rather brittle shell, and it took a couple of months before she began to feel confident enough to provide more than one or two word answers to any questions. She never did volunteer her last name or any personal details, other than the fact that it was her fiancée who had died, but slowly a picture began to emerge. She was only 21, and had been living with her fiancée prior to their wedding, when he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, a cancer which was aggressive and fast growing and had already spread throughout his system. He had died two months later, but the worst was yet to come.

"It was his mother!" she said, one evening after she had begun to open up, lowering her reserve slightly. "She was this real hard line religious nut, and she figured that I caused the cancer. I had enticed her God-fearing son into living in sin, and this was God's punishment. After the funeral, by the time I had got back to our apartment, she had managed to barricade herself inside the place and was screaming at me through the locked door and throwing my stuff out the window to the ground below."

"Couldn't you do something, I don't know, get the cops to stop her?" asked a horrified woman in the group. This was the ultimate insult!

"Do what? The apartment was his, and most of the stuff was his as well. Outside of my clothing, I lost everything. I've had to start over again from scratch. I stayed with some friends until I could sell my engagement ring and pay the security deposit on an apartment," Nancy replied.

Dave was shocked at this, and like several of the others, offered to help, but the girl waved it off. She was doing fine now, and would muddle through, she said. He admired her.

After the meeting, Dave washed the coffee pot and cleaned up, then walked across the street to the all night diner for one last cup and a doughnut. Coming in the door, he noticed an arm waving and turned to face Nancy, sitting in a booth in the rear. Smiling, he pointed the waitress towards the booth and went back to join her. "Hi there."

"Hi yourself. I didn't know you came in here," she said.

Dave shrugged. "Eh, sometimes." The waitress came over carrying a coffee cup and a pot of coffee, and Dave accepted a cup and ordered a doughnut. "You?" he asked Nancy, and when she nodded acceptance, the waitress refilled her cup and went off to get two doughnuts. "Can I tell you something?" he asked. "I thought it was pretty good tonight, you telling us about what happened. It was very brave of you."

"Thanks. It seemed kind of stupid." She gave him a wan smile.

Dave waved this comment off. "No, it wasn't. Hey, you really can smile. You're very pretty when you smile. You should smile more often."

Nancy blushed and turned her head away, then turned it back, still smiling, only not as bleakly. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"Listen, when Emily died giving birth to Charlie, her mother blamed me for getting her pregnant, at the same time she was cooing over her new grandson. Nobody understands mothers, right? I mean, do you understand yours?"

To Dave's consternation, Nancy turned a deathly shade of white and tears began pouring out. "What's wrong, is it something I said? I'm sorry, is your mother passed as well?" He reached out and took hold of her hand, the first time he had ever touched the girl. "I'm sorry."

Nancy fumbled for a tissue, then grabbed a napkin and began crying into it. "I don't know."

"Huh?"

"I don't know. I don't have a mother," she whimpered.

"Oh, shit!" muttered Dave under his breath. 'What the fuck have you done now, you moron!?', he thought to himself. He could think of nothing more to say that wouldn't make things worse, so he just sat there across from the young woman. The waitress noticed the commotion and began coming over, but he motioned her away. "Tell me, Nancy," he asked.

Nancy looked up at him and nodded, then told him one of the most sordid stories he had ever heard. It sounded like something that belonged on a soap opera, or Geraldo, or something even worse. Her mother had run off when she was four, her father had left when she was six. He had literally left her at an aunt's house, then gotten in his car and never come back. She had bounced back and forth between a couple of aunts for a few years until they decided they didn't want her, then was shuffled off to the foster care system at the age of ten. 

It only got worse from there. By twelve she was experimenting with alcohol; at thirteen it was drugs. At fourteen she was a boozehound and junkie and the high school slut as well. By fifteen she was pregnant; at sixteen she had a botched abortion that left her unable to have children, not that she cared. She would do or try anything that would ease the pain of her very existence. She dropped out of school and began running with whatever drug dealer would give her enough dope to get high, in return for sex.


"My God! But what happened? That's not you, at least not the you sitting here!" he demanded.

Nancy shrugged. "In rehab they say that you never really change until you hit the absolute rock bottom, the point where you don't care if you live or die, and you decide to live. That was me, two years ago." At his inquiring look, she continued, "The cops busted this coke dealer I was staying with and found me laying on the floor, half naked on a bare ripped mattress and lying in a pool of my own vomit and I knew it and I didn't care! They got me into a detox program and the judge ordered me into rehab and I realized that I had hit that lowest place. There is nothing lower than a coke whore who sleeps in her own vomit. I had nowhere to go but up."

"Holy fucking shit!" Dave had an absolutely horrified look on his face. "Mother of God!"

"And that's my life story," she said defiantly. Nancy was no longer crying, but glaring at him, daring him to say any damned derogatory thing he could. "You sure you want me to keep coming to meetings?"

Dave's face clouded up at the challenge. "Damn it, Nancy, that's not fair. If you didn't want me to know, you could have kept quiet. Have I said anything? I have enough problems without being your judge and conscience. I won't tell anyone else, if that's what you're worried about, but I am not sitting here and condemning you, either." He stood to leave.

Nancy reached across the table and grabbed his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just that too many people judge me or don't want me around or whatever. It's not like I'm contagious, you know?"

Mollified, Dave sat down and nodded agreement. "Okay. Listen, that was the old you, not the new you. It's not my job to judge you. God knows that when I hit the Pearly Gates, Saint Peter is going to have a good laugh. I would probably suggest that you come up with some edited version for the group if you ever decide to come clean. There's more than a few people who associate anything to do with drugs with Satan himself, okay?"

Nancy wiped her face and nodded agreement. It was after two and Dave's baby-sitter would be going berserk, so he left after getting Nancy's solemn vow to come back next week.

Chapter 2

It seemed to be a watershed moment for Nancy. The following week, when Dave Segrove acted as if nothing had occurred, she was actually fairly perky. After the meeting, she volunteered to help him clean up, and he took her to the diner for a cup of coffee. They began to settle into a routine of the meeting and coffee afterwards. After a couple of months, Nancy decided to take a chance.

"Um, Dave, uh, we're friends, right?" she asked tentatively.

"Yeah," he replied. It was a curious question, he thought.

"Well, um, I was wondering, if maybe, you know, some night, maybe we might do something, see a movie or something. Dutch, I mean." Dave stared at her briefly, and Nancy knew she had screwed up. "Listen, it was just a thought, that's all. Forget I ever mentioned it. Listen, I have to go..."

Dave grabbed her hand across the table and held on. "Wait a minute. You mean, like a date?"

"Yeah. Stupid idea, huh?" she said as she tried to leave.

Dave held her in place, firmly but gently. "What's so stupid about it? I think it's a very nice idea."

"But you don't want to go out with me, right? Because of..," she trailed off.

Dave gave the girl a disgusted look. "I thought we settled that. I never said I didn't like the idea. It's just, well, it's been so long, I mean, I don't..." He looked away, embarrassed. "I wouldn't know what to do."

Nancy gave him a funny look. "Dave, I only suggested a movie. You buy a ticket, I buy a ticket, we sit down with popcorn and watch a motion picture."

"I know that!" he said in exasperation. "It's just that, well, I've never really..."

"What, dated?" asked Nancy. Dave shrugged and nodded and she stared at him. "Are you trying to tell me that you managed to get married and have two kids and never once dated your wife?! That's nuts!"

"No, it's just that, well...Emily and I, we were, like, always meant to be. I mean, we always knew she was the one for me and I was the one for her. Even as kids. She grew up two houses down from me, and we played together even when we were in kindergarten. All through school, we were together. I first proposed to her on the swing set when we were six, and she accepted, even then."

"That's so sweet!"

"Yeah, but 'going-out-with-somebody-new-and-getting-to-know-them' dating? We never did that sort of thing. It was just that when we got old enough to go to school dances or the movies or whatever, we went together, you know? We never thought about it. It was like it was preordained or something. We were going to get married and have kids and grow old and fat together, and we never thought about it. We just knew!" Dave wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at his explanation. "Pathetic, right?"

Nancy held his hand. "I think it's adorable. Think of all the time you saved getting to know each other! What about, well, you know...when did you two first...?"

Dave rolled his eyes. "God, it was our wedding night, for both of us. Don't get me wrong, we had done a lot of necking and what not before, but she wanted to wait. I mean, I wanted to, believe me, I wanted to, and Emily said she wanted to, but she said to wait, so we waited. It was like the blind leading the blind!"

Nancy snickered. "You must have figured things out eventually."

"Oh yeah! About two minutes after we got into the motel room!" Both Dave and Nancy laughed loudly at this.

Their first date was a dinner and a movie, and Dave refused to consider going Dutch. Standing in line at the theater, Nancy took his hand and held it, and he was almost pathetically happy. Later that evening he shyly asked if they could go out again, then had shaken her hand good-bye. A second date went much the same way, only Nancy kissed him good night. She could not understand his actions, or inaction. She had been the one to start holding hands, and she had initiated the kiss. Then it hit her.

Dave Segrove really didn't know anything about dating! He couldn't read the signals she had been sending. She had been initiating everything and he was being the perfect gentleman and he simply didn't have a clue! If she wanted to take things to the next level, and she had to admit that she did, she would have to move things along. Not only that, but more than likely she was far more experienced sexually than he was, as well!

For their next date, after dinner, Nancy told Dave that she really didn't feel like a movie, and asked if he could take her back to her apartment. Dave was disappointed, but agreed, only to be pleasantly surprised when she asked if he'd like to come up for coffee, and to see the place. She let him in, saying, "I know it's not very big."

"It looks very nice," he lied. It did look nice, if the definition was clean and well cared for. Otherwise, there was just about enough room to swing a cat, especially if it was a small cat, held close to the chest. He offered to help with the coffee, but she declined the offer, and they kept talking as she worked in the kitchen. It was a small efficiency apartment, so it was basically a single room plus a bath. He could see the kitchenette from the couch where he was sitting, which he suspected folded out into the bed.

Nancy returned to the couch with the coffee and sat next to him, snuggling against his side quietly as they sipped. Dave was speechless. He had never before been alone with a woman other than his late wife, and he didn't know what to do. He liked the idea, and didn't want it to end, but he didn't know what to do. He began reviewing various romantic movies in his head, trying to figure things out, when Nancy took charge.

She took his coffee cup and saucer and set them aside on the end table next to her own. He looked at her hopefully, and she twisted back around on the couch, half sitting and half kneeling, and faced him. Silently, she leaned in and kissed him warmly and passionately. This at least, he understood, wrapping his arms around her and returning the kiss fiercely. They continued to kiss, and then he felt her fingertips caress his chest, moving across the buttons of his shirt, and his eyes opened wide. He pulled back and stared. "Shh, it's all right. I want to..," whispered Nancy, who leaned back in and continued kissing him.

Dave wallowed in the sensations as Nancy would undo a button and slip her fingers inside to toy with his chest. It took an eternity for her to reach his belt, but she continued, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his waistband, and unzipping his pants. Dave was panting as the young woman reached inside to touch his cock, straining to escape. Nancy pulled away from his lips, but touched them with her free fingers, quieting him, and began kissing and licking down the front of his chest, pulling his shirt open.


By the time she had his pants pulled down his thighs, Dave thought he had died and gone to heaven. Nancy was doing things to his cock he had never heard of or dreamed about, and it only got better when she began licking and sucking his cockhead. He was writhing and moaning, calling out her name madly, as she tantalized him by taking him to the brink and back again repeatedly. Finally, she looked up at him and said, "Come in my mouth, Dave," and began pumping and sucking. He groaned weakly and his cock began twitching, spasming as he unloaded. She continued licking and sucking until his cock was soft and limp.

Nancy kissed her way back up his chest, keeping one hand in his crotch. "You liked that, didn't you?" she asked hotly.

"How? Why? Jesus!" Dave exclaimed.

"I wanted to. I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted to show you how I cared for you. I wanted to tell you how important you are to me. Did you like it?"

"Oh, God!" he answered weakly. "I never...I mean...Oh, God!"

"I liked sucking your cock and swallowing your come. It made me come, too, when you came in my mouth." She fondled his cock, which was slowly reviving in her hand. "Nobody gives blow jobs like a coke whore."

Dave's eyes focused at this reference to her past and he tried to protest. She placed a fingertip against his lips, whispering to him, "Dave, that's the truth. I was a coke whore and I learned to give really great blowjobs. I learned to do lots of other things, too." She began pumping his stiffening cock. "Would you like to fuck my pussy, Dave? Would you like to give me a facial? Do you want to titty fuck me, Dave, and give me a pearl necklace? Or maybe you want to fuck my asshole? You can fuck my asshole, Dave. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do. Anything! I'm a very nasty girl. I'll do things to you you've never even heard of!"

Dave Segrove finally found his voice and shook his head in disbelief. "Like what?"

Nancy grinned at her new lover. "Well, honey, there was this one dope dealer I knew who made us give him a rim job after he'd taken a dump." Dave stared at her, screwing his face up in disgust as he began turning an interesting shade of green. Nancy laughed. "Maybe we'll save that for another time. Maybe we should try something a little more normal, like getting undressed and screwing our brains out?"

Dave nodded wildly, a mad grin running from ear to ear. Nancy teased him by stripping down slowly, hiding things as long as she could. Finally, she finished undressing Dave and laid him out on the couch, and slowly impaled herself on him. "This is your night, Dave. Let me be good for you!"

Dave left the apartment a few hours later, sated like he hadn't been for years. Nancy was equally pleased. Dave had a long, thick cock and once he was over his initial unease, had shown that he wasn't a complete novice. He had the basics down quite nicely. After their third bout, Dave had taken a quick shower, then been escorted to the door by a still naked Nancy. "Would you like to take me out for another date?" she asked coyly.

"Soon, very soon. What are you doing for breakfast!?" he asked.


Coke Whore, The Next Chapter



This story is almost a stand alone, however; to better understand the characters I recommend you read 'Coke Whore' by RLFJ first. It is my interpretation of the next chapter to that beautiful romance. 

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Coke Whore No More

Chapter 1

Dave looked thoughtfully at a sleeping Nancy, tenderly holding her in his arms after she pumped him dry yet again. An angel couldn't be prettier. Yet this angel had a horrid, troubled past. He wondered as he felt her gentle breathing if this really would work out. He thought by asking Nancy to meet his boys he was ready for the next step, to try and love again. He felt desire for her, but was it love, or infatuation? Was he feeling sorry for, or worse taking advantage of her. Could he love a coke whore? Despair hit him, and he asked himself that question again, "Am I ready for love?"

"When you are, I will be there," Nancy softly sighed.

Dave looked at her, "What did you say?"

She yawned replying, "I love you," as she pushed her breasts into his chest.

Dave Segrove looked away asking himself the final question, "Can I love again?"

Saturday came, and Dave was fidgeting nervously waiting for Nancy to show up. He watched Charlie and Samuel playing in the living room, and wondered what Emily would have thought of Nancy. He hoped she would have liked her. He heard Nancy's Nova arrive at the house. He went outside to greet her. She looked stunning in her tight jeans and t-shirt, her hair in a pony tail made her look like jailbait, and Lord that smile of hers had his cock straining to get out. He reached out and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi Nancy, thanks for coming over."

"Well, you did invite me," she responded giving him a kiss on the lips.

"I guess I did, didn't I," he laughed, holding her tight.

"It feels good to be in your arms again, and I can't wait for you to be inside me with that luscious cock of yours." as she squeezed his swelling package. She was glad Bobby gave her the night off from the club.

"Uhh, yeah, I, uhh, me too," he stammered. Although Nancy was bringing him out of his shell, her usual straightforwardness caught him off guard. "Yeah, let's go inside so you can meet my boys."

As they walked up the steps, Nancy was impressed with his home. She thought wistfully about living here with Dave; then reality hit her, eyes misting, "Wishful thinking, I am just a stupid coke whore, he will never want me. I'm a drunk, an addict, who fucked and sucked anyone to get high. He won't love me, he can't." As she dabbed at her eyes, she saw Samuel and Charlie. They were adorable sitting on the floor watching the Count, on the television.

"Hey guys, I'd like you to meet someone her name is Nancy, and I think she is special."

Both boys turned from the TV, looked at Nancy, then Samuel innocently said, "You're going to be our new mommy." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Dave, coughed then started sputtering, "Samuel, well, well, umm, I can't say, umm, well, Nancy, umm, and me, umm, umm."

Nancy although startled chimed in, "It is good to meet you and Charlie, I hope someday we will be great friends," as she held her hand out to him. Samuel helped Charlie up, they both walked over to her, ignored her hand and gave her a hug. Nancy's body temperature shot up, as the boys hugged her. It was the warmth of love. She dimly sensed the presence of another soul. At that moment she looked at Dave, his jaw hanging open, and just smiled at him. "Well guys, umm, let's go to the playground at the park, and you can show Nancy around."

"Okay, Daddy," they responded as they grabbed Nancy's hands and led her outside. Dave grabbed the diaper bag, and away they went.

The day flew by, they had a wonderful time. Nancy enjoyed watching Dave with the boys, and she had fun playing too. As he was finishing tucking the boys in, Samuel asked if Nancy could give them a kiss g'nite too. She went over, and gently kissed them both on their heads. Both boys smiled and closed their eyes. Dave closed the door, and joined Nancy in the living room.

"I hope you aren't mad at the boys asking you about becoming their Mommy, honey."

"Dave," answered Nancy, "they didn't ask, and no of course I didn't mind. They are young, and don't realize that you and me are from two different worlds. I love you, but I'm just a coke whore, not exactly good mother material don't you agree?"

"Damn it Nancy, you aren't that person any longer," Dave clouded up at the challenge. "That Nancy was a person I never met, but the one that is here right now I really care for and have for a long time; Nancy I realize now that I'm..." Before Dave could finish Nancy leaned over and gave him a tongue washing. She untied her hair wrapping her arms around him, climbed onto his lap gazing into his eyes. He stared into those exquisite sapphire blue eyes of hers, returning her kiss with passion. She got up and sashayed sensuously to the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder at Dave then with a wink and a smile she closed the door. A few minutes went by when the door slowly opened creaking slightly. Dave turned to look. He started choking when a leg slowly appeared.

Mesmerized, Dave watched as this beautiful leg clad in black did a sensuous kick into the air the toes spreading, and wriggling seductively. Effortlessly the leg danced downward as a leaf would fall from a tree, her toes gracefully touching the floor. With the skill of a ballet dancer Nancy exited the bathroom pirouetting towards Dave. He drooled at her outfit. She was wearing, black crotch less pantyhose, a g-string and, a t-shirt. She swayed coming ever closer to her man. Standing on covered toes she bent down, grabbing her nylon encased legs; slowly massaging up her magnificent body. Grasping her breasts underneath the shirt, she tweaked the coral colored nipples to attention. Languishing there for an eternity, she deftly raised her arms above her head twirled stopping in front of Dave. Batting her eyes, she throatily asked, "Where's your bedroom, stud?"

Dave was speechless; he looked at her drooling and muttering unintelligibly. Locking her eyes to his she slowly raised her foot; methodically she caressed his legs moving closer to her goal. It was agonizing minutes later before she let her toes massage his stiff manhood as it strained for release from its prison. "Dave moaned, then panting hoarsely, "Ummmh, what about the boys Nancy? What if we wake them?"

"Well, I guess I could gag you to keep you from screaming; but I think the boys will be okay," she chuckled. Grabbing his belt she dragged him to the bedroom. Closing the door, she threw him on the bed. Quickly she pulled the shirt over her head. The bottom caught her erect nipples causing her huge breasts to bounce. The shirt drifted to the floor her tits staring at a hypnotized Dave. She started taking his shirt off; suddenly he got up and bolted to the window. She rose, and slowly went to him.

Carefully she turned him around, seeing a tear sliding down his cheek. "Nancy," he said, "The only person I shared this bed with was Emily; I just got thinking, and it hit me hard."

Smiling knowingly she hugged him, "I understand Dave, we can get dressed and..." Dave kissed her quiet.

"Nancy," he said drying his face, "Em has been gone for three years, I have you now. I don't care who you were before, I care for who you are now. Nancy I lo..."

Before he finished she put a finger to his lips and stopped him, "No you don't Dave, I am still a dirty little coke whore, I don't know if I can ever forget that. I love you, but I don't think it's enough to help me get over the nasty things I did those years ago."

"Geeez, Nancy will you quit with that," grabbing her hands he looked at her trembling lips of pink; "Nancy Allen, I love you." Before she could object it was his turn to give her a tongue washing. He picked her up, and carried her back to bed. Laying her down, he kissed down her body, licking her full breasts suckling each coral colored nipple as a baby would.

Nancy squirmed, and felt the wetness growing. She looked at Dave as he came up for air, "I love you Dave, now eat my pussy!" Dave smiled; rubbing her nylon covered legs he slowly lifted them up exposing her honey pot. Her slit glistened with anticipation. In one swift motion he went down on her. She cried in ecstasy as he swirled his tongue on her clit then slowly started easing his fingers one at time into her hot cunny.

When he had three in she moaned, even louder. "I guess I'm going to have to gag you!" He laughed. "Shut-up and get back to work," she panted. He smirked at her comment pushing his fingers deeper into her hot pussy. "Oooooh, myyy Goddd, Dave; don't stop," She cried arching her back at his touch. Faster he worked his fingers, licking and gently chewing her button, his other hand twisted her nipples into taut hard pencil erasers. "Daaave, ohhhh, I'm cumming, Unnnngggh, Unngggh, yessssssss!!!" Her cunt spurted; Dave greedily lapped the nectar from her flower as his fingers continued their assault on her love tunnel. Four more orgasm's quickly followed before Nancy panted, "Enough... enough... eenufff," Dave looked at his girl, kissing those hot pink lips, sharing the sweet honey with her.

Hurriedly, Nancy got up and pushed Dave on his back. She dragged his pants and underwear down with one quick pull. She grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head. "Lay back lover boy, this whore is gonna make you beg for mercy." He started to protest her words, but she stopped him, "For you and only you I am always going to be a whore in bed." Dave nodded. "Well, you know how good a coke whore blowjob is, wait until you feel this." She took her pantyhose covered feet and stroked his hardening cock. She knew this would turn him on after she danced for him a few days ago, in nothing but fishnets and high heels; his favorite outfit.

Dave started to groan, "Ohh, Nancy, yeah baby."

Her magic feet stroked his cock rock hard. "Nothing like a coke whore foot job," she cooed as she continued rubbing his manhood. Pre-cum started to ooze from his blood engorged tip, leaning down she licked the tasty morsel off, sticking her foot in his mouth at the same time. Dave grunted, and started sucking her nylon covered toes. Nancy almost came right there after his first lick. Through Dave's protest she took her foot out of his mouth, and started on his cock again. "You like my feet on your cock, don'cha, huh?"

"Yes," Dave stammered as she massaged his cock, Nancy started fingering her slick pussy. Dave watched, and growled.

"Like what you see baby?"

"Oh, yeah baby, don't stop." He cried. Faster her feet went until Dave started panting, "Yes, yess, yess, gurgggggh!!!!" His cum spewed high into the air landing on her feet, her hair, his chest, and her breasts. Nancy cried out cumming at the same time.

Spent, Dave laid back with a smile, looking at Nancy; he watched as his cum dripped down her forehead. Casually she wiped her head with her fingers; staring purposely into his eyes proceeded to lick each and every drop off. Dave was amazed. Slowly she scooped the cum off her breasts, and licked each finger clean. Grasping her cum covered feet, leisurely pulling them to her waiting mouth, tonguing his cum off her stocking covered toes. Dave's cock stirred as her sapphire blue eyes bored into him as she bathed her toes clean. Her flexibility aroused him further. Leisurely she moved to his chest gently lapping the remains of his seed. Seductively she moved towards his now reviving cock. "Oh," she sighed, "Ready for some more I see." Opening wide, she deep throated him to another climax. As he started to cum she stuck a finger up his ass massaging his prostate, causing him to explode with the force of an atomic bomb.

He bellowed loudly, as he pumped his cum down her open throat. She greedily sucked him dry licking his cock squeaky clean. Giddy like a child riding a bike for the first time, he explained in great detail how fantastic she was to him. She treasured hearing him describe their lovemaking. It deepened her love and lust for him. Yet within those depths it scared her for she knew she didn't deserve this man.

Pushing those thoughts down, Nancy crawled up Dave's side. Lying down she snuggled up tight saying, "Honey, I better be going, I don't want the boys to see me in the morning and get the wrong impression." Starting to rise off the bed; Dave reached up and gently pulled her back.

"I don't want you to leave. I really don't want you to leave, sweetheart. The boys will be okay, I can get up first and handle them. This feels too right, I don't want to wake up alone. I still have some of Em's robes and stuff, I know she wouldn't mind, and you can borrow a toothbrush, please, please don't go." He pleaded.

Nancy smiled, nodded her agreement and gently lay back into his arms. Dave realized now that he is ready, and she is already there....

The days changed to months, as Dave's and Nancy's feelings blossomed. They continued volunteering at the community center, and everyone knew these two persons were in love. Their sex was always hot, and burned with the passion of loves hottest flames. Nancy continued teaching Dave her tricks from her sordid past, as the pain of that time became a distant memory. He loved her foot jobs, and became well versed in eating her pussy. He refused to let her near his ass unless it was properly cleaned first. He told her she would never do that again. God, she loved him so much.

Chapter 2

Gradually Dave's naiveté slowly disappeared; a more confident Dave Segrove appeared. He had accepted her continued employment at the Pink Pagoda. He trusted her implicitly, and he knew Bobby wouldn't let anyone hurt her. His boys adored her, and loved it when she came over. Dave decided it was time for Nancy to meet his parents. He had already informed them of his new love, letting them know she had a rough childhood a harder time when she was a teen; leading to alcoholism, and drug abuse. They did not judge her. He told them she was a few years younger, but didn't say how many. He hoped the meeting would go well. His fears were unfounded as it went smoothly. They did not pry into Nancy's tainted past, instead showing her the parental love she never had. When it overwhelmed her they gathered around hugged her and reassured her that they will always be there.

When it was time to leave, Dave surprised Nancy by leaving the boys with his parents. They were going to spend the weekend there. Driving off, she told him she still had to work tonight, but Dave smiled saying, "Nope, I talked with Bobby and you have the night off." Reaching down Nancy unzipped his pants. "Geeez honey, can't you wait," Dave moaned as Nancy pulled his dick out as he drove down the highway.

"No, I can't, "she said leaning down, her tongue licked his cock to attention.

"Naaancy, gunggh, "he cried, "I am having a little trouble driving. I'd love to get home in one piece." Reluctantly she stopped; but continued to lightly caress his cock with her hands. Then she teased him mercilessly kneading and squeezing her big boobs. Twisting the nipples, she looked at Dave with a pouty face. It was all he could do to keep his eyes focused on the road ahead. Taking her finger she started sucking on it like a cock. Dave moaned again as the car sped up. He made it home in record time.

Not making it to the bedroom, they stripped in the living room, she climbed on top of him and rode him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. "Who's your whore? Who's your whore? Say it, say it."

"You are Nancy Marie Allen, you are!" He panted, her pussy sucking his cock deeper. She started to rotate her hips grinding herself on his cock. He almost fainted from the pleasure, "Ohh, myyy, Goddd Nancy, don't stop!!" He screamed. She slid his cock all the way into her hot cunt, leaned into his mouth jamming her tongue down his throat. He grabbed her big tits, and pinched her huge erect nipples hard as if his life depended on it. She groaned louder. Her climax brewing as his cock filled her with his hardness. With Dave her orgasms were beyond anything she ever felt before. Faster Nancy moved her hips. Her pussy began to pulsate as she got closer. She felt his cock growing rigid. Just before he exploded, she forced her tongue into his mouth. Lips locked together tongues dueling; their screams muffled as the two exploded together, a shockwave of love. Dave pumped her pussy full of cum; her cunt grabbing him tight became a vise of pleasure.

Nancy slumped onto Dave, whimpering softly, "You're the best, my love, you're the best." Gently Dave rolled Nancy onto her back, then completely catching her off guard; he started kissing and caressed her sweaty body ending at her hot box. Watching their juices ooze from her slit, her pussy lips engorged with the blood of lust. He tentatively drew closer, and then he started to lick the love fluid out of her pussy. Nancy was stunned. Dave, her sweet Dave was cleaning her cum filled pussy! It was more than she could take as the blissful ecstasy grew, she moaned loudly. Dave, confidence soaring with her sounds ravenously sucked the sweet nectar out of her smoldering cunt drawing it into his mouth. With his mouth full, he made his way up her body. She opened wide in anticipation. Dave brought his mouth down, and released their co-mingled fluids in a kiss of passion and total unrequited love.

"Where did that come from?" asked Nancy once she caught her breath. "That was so fucking hot."

Dave just smiled, "I had a great teacher, who helped me shed my inhibitions. I figured if you could clean my cock, I can clean your pussy. I hope you liked it."

"Oh yeah baby, oh yeah. It's been a long time since someone did ... that..." She winced when she said it. It brought back the beginning of a very bad memory. Cursing to herself she shook it off. She sat up and started to leave. Sensing her pain, he grabbed her gently reminding her it was in the past, and he loved her with all his heart. Not wanting to talk about the memory, she smiled weakly patting his cock saying, "I know honey, but it still hurts that no matter what we do, I've done it before. I just wish I could share something that I have never done with anyone else. Just a little something I will only ever do with you." Realizing what she said, she started to sob. The memory almost alive sensed the poor girl's weakness thrusting to the forefront of her consciousness. Powered by fear and regret, a dark cloud descended over Nancy as she remembered.

Nancy was barely 19, high as a kite in a hurricane. Her dealer Dwa'an was pumping her pussy, while another girl Cheryl was getting dp'ed. She and Cheryl were kissing each other while being fucked. Cheryl's eyes glazing over when Dwa'an spurted in Nancy's pussy. He yanked his cock out, and rammed it down Cheryl's throat. Cheryl started to gag. Nancy did another line of coke, laughing as Cheryl choked on his dick. Dwa'an laughed, grabbing the poor girl's hair holding her in place. The guy in Cheryl's ass pulled out went behind Nancy and plunged his cock into her butt without lubrication. She shrieked in pain, her asshole tearing apart. Nancy didn't care. She was enjoying the coke high too much.

After his cock was clean, Dwa'an said, "C'mon bitch get over here and clean this pussy. Then you can clean his dick when he's done." In her drug induced stupor, Cheryl slowly moved under Nancy and started lapping Dwa'an's cum from her pussy. Nancy sighed with pleasure she loved having her pussy cleaned. Then Dwa'an feeling the urge pissed on Nancy.

Laughing he said, "Enjoying your shower, you sorry ass bitch, heh, heh, heh!" Nancy didn't care; in her drug induced euphoria she focused only on Cheryl's tongue. Suddenly the guy in her ass groaned, spurting his spunk deep into Nancy's shit filled chute. Pulling out he forced Cheryl's mouth open plunging his dirty shit and cum covered cock down her throat. She choked gagging on his foulness.




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Suddenly Cheryl vomited into Nancy's pussy. On her back, puke filled Cheryl's mouth. Cheryl involuntarily inhaled. She started choking, Nancy oblivious cried for Cheryl to get back to her pussy. Cheryl's eyes rolled back into her head. She began convulsing a drug induced seizure gripped the fragile girl. The guys seeing what happened, being the cowards they are ran out of the room. Soon Cheryl stopped moving. Nancy upset that Cheryl quit licking her pussy, started to swear at her. Turning to face Cheryl she yelled, "Listen bitch!!..." Nancy stared wide eyed. Even as high as she was Nancy realized Cheryl was dead. Vomit drooling down the sides of her mouth, lifeless eyes stared into nothingness. Nancy screamed and passed out.

She never knew what happened to Cheryl's body. At the time, she didn't care. All she thought about was the high. It was barely a month later when Nancy found herself half naked lying in a pool of her own vomit; groggily watching Dwa'an's arrest. She was dragged kicking and screaming to detox. Gradually Nancy returned to the present. She cried for the dead girl wishing she could apologize to her. Angrily she cursed herself for being a stupid fucking junkie and whore. Dave didn't say anything, he just held her tight and softly stroked her hair, not understanding what had happened to his girl.

The weekend didn't go quite as expected. The floodgate to her memories opened. She couldn't stop the waters of despair from rising. The regrets were overwhelming, the pain was staggering. Nancy began to close off. She couldn't accept herself as Dave seemed too. Dave saw the change; Nancy normally was very blunt and very honest. She became withdrawn and quiet. He tried to help, but Nancy wouldn't talk. They went through the motions, but the spark was gone...

Chapter 3

A few weeks went by, despite Dave's efforts Nancy still couldn't get out of her funk. She just kept telling herself, she was a lowly coke whore, and didn't deserve a happy life. They still had sex, but now it was just sex. Before, they made love. She only went to the community center once in a while, and started to pull away from that too. She felt torn and so confused. She was regressing to that girl Dave met almost a year ago.

At the club, it was getting harder to focus on her job, seeing the beer and the booze all the time ... she kept thinking about the past when she got drunk or high, she felt herself weakening.

"Hey there Nancy, what's got you down, girl? You've been moping for a while." Bobby Diangelo asked.

"Awwh, Bobby I really don't want to talk about it."

"You having trouble with that boyfriend of yours, I'll take care of him if you want." he jokingly said. He had talked with Dave a few times after almost cleaning his clock a while ago. Bobby remembered that day; Dave had tailed Nancy to her job because she wouldn't tell Dave where she worked. He was shocked it was a strip joint. It bothered him because that day was the first time he thought about bringing Nancy home to meet his boys. He thought she was a stripper. She was in fact a waitress. Bobby saw Nancy and Dave arguing, Dave grabbed her hand. Bobby stepped in fast because, "No one touches the girls!" Nancy interceded immediately, explaining to Bobby what the deal was; Dave bought him a drink, the altercation ended peacefully and quickly. Through the next few months, he had talked to Dave on the phone to give Nancy a message or two, or just shoot the shit. He could tell they were into each other.

"Thanks Bobby, it's not him it's me. I can't seem to let go of my past. Every time I get feeling good about me and Dave something happens to fuck it up." Nancy said almost breaking down.

"Nancy, I've known you for a while, you are the best waitress I got. You got no problem wiggling your ass, stretching those long slender legs, and God that cleavage of yours, hon." His cock stirred. Quickly Bobby recovered, "But that's it, Nancy. Even with all these assholes hitting on you throwing out big money, I ain't seen you tempted at all, not one fucking time girl, not one fucking time. You would never do anything to hurt Dave, you care for him a lot. Heh, heh, heh, besides, how many times have I had to throw someone out because they thought they could get in your pants?" Bobby chuckled at Nancy.

"Yeah, I know Bobby, thanks, but I still feel like shit. It's been getting harder and harder. I feel like I am losing control. Dave asks me what's going on but I am too ashamed to tell him."

"Whoa Nancy, when do you have trouble talking with him? Girl, I don't know that much about your past, but if you're having trouble the best person to talk to is Dave. Don't be a fool and not talk to him. I hear it and see it all the time. Stupid fucking boyfriends, or married idiots coming in here not only to look at the beautiful ladies, but to try and get laid all because their girlfriends or wives don't understand them, so they tell me. That is so much fucking bullshit! They just ain't talking or just ain't listening. That attitude destroys relationships. Don't do that to you and Dave." Bobby said as he gently patted her on her back.

"Thanks Bobby, I'll try." said Nancy.

Bobby looked at her, and sternly said, "Don't try Nancy, DO!!! Now get your sexy ass back to work." She smiled and strolled over to some customers beckoning her to refill their empty glasses, as they watched the dancer on stage slide her top off. Nancy took their order, and began contemplating what Bobby said.

The evening progressed slowly, Nancy was still thinking about her conversation with Bobby when someone yelled loudly, "Hello, whore!" Nancy was startled, she recognized that voice; starting to shake slowly tentatively she looked up, seeing him sitting at a corner table was the drug dealer who got busted while she laid in her own vomit. The lowest point of her life had reared its ugly head with a vengeance.

"Look at you girl, aren't you still the pretty little thing. Who you getting your junk from now, bitch?" He asked contemptuously.

"I don't do that anymore Dwa'an, I have been clean for a few years now." Nancy said trembling at his sight.

"Bull fucking shit woman, once a fucking coke whore always a fucking coke whore. Looky what's I gots here cunt." He held up a small bag of white powder. Instantly the temptation hit Nancy. Her resolve undermined by the memories, and the worst memory now in front of her. The coke whore buried deep within struggled to be free, wanting so desperately to get high started pulling the weakened girl down as she slowly took a step towards the coke. "You want it, all ya gots to do is come with me, suck my big black snake like ya used to, and I'll give you a little taste," Dwa'an said gently shaking the bag of coke in his hand. "Yeah,bitch, you gave me the best deep throat of any whore I had I bet your getting wet remembering your lips wrapped around my nasty black cock drinking my spunk."

"I had a lot of fun pissing all over those big titties, on your face, in your mouth. Bitch you were one nasty whore swallowing every fuckin' drop. Hell, bitch, you licked the floor clean to boot." He said laughing at her. Nancy remembered but she wasn't getting wet, hers eyes stared intently at that bag of trouble. Dwa'an continued his verbal assault, "C'mon whore for old times, I'll even let ya clean my black ass. It sure misses that pink tongue of yours. Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmh yummy, yummy for your tummy." He smirked, then dipping his finger into the bag, he taunted Nancy mercilessly, "Here ya go whore, come and get it." Shaking all over, the white dust on his black fingertip beckoned her closer as she took another step. "Afterwards, I'll give ya some more, then we can fuck all night," cooed Dwa'an weaving his spell, "I know you miss my black piece of meat pounding your skinny little white ass, right baby? C'mon whore you know you want it."

Nancy took another step, eyes darting from finger to bag, finger to bag. His words were background noise, the coke called her not Dwa'an. He was only the delivery person. Taking one final step hypnotized by her want; she reached out to touch the powder. Suddenly someone grabbed her and pulled her away. In her zombie like state she saw Dwa'an falling to the floor unconscious the powder dissipating into the air. "Nancy, Nancy!! Wake up girl, and get the fuck out of here, go home. I'll take care of this piece of shit. No one flashes drugs in my house and gets away with it," yelled an angry Bobby as he grabbed the sprawled Dwa'an by the scruff of his neck. Nancy broke out of her trance, started to shake violently, not bothering to change her clothes; she ran out of the Pagoda got into her Nova and sped away screaming and crying, so mad at herself for what almost happened. She got back to her flat and locked herself in, sat on her bed legs crossed, rocking and keening, rocking and keening. The tortured girl's demon slowly shrank into the background as Nancy cursed the junkie within her.

Dave was getting worried, he called Nancy's phone several times, with it going to voicemail after several rings. It was like that for a day. Finally when it said mail box full he became scared. Frantic, he called Bobby and was filled in on what happened at the club. He dropped the boys off at his parents, and rushed to Nancy. He saw her Nova, but she wouldn't answer the door. They hadn't exchanged keys, so he decided to climb the fire escape. Once outside her flat he saw her sobbing on the bed rocking back and forth. He opened the window and came in.

"Nancy what's going on? I've been trying to get a hold of you, tell me what's wrong honey, talk to me." He cried.

She looked at him, and sobbed even harder. She told him to leave, "Dave just go, I can't be with you anymore, I have a problem, and I just can't do it anymore! I'm no good for you, I'm a fucked up whore, whose going to fuck up your life, and your kid's lives in the long run. So please, just go."

Dave reached out to her, she jerked back and screamed, "I shouldn't be here!" She ran into her bathroom locking the door. Dave surprised at her words, remembered the day they met. He never forgot those words when she tried to run away from the 'Lost Partners' meeting at the community center. She was reaching out in her own way then, and he believed subconsciously she was reaching out now.

Remembering his words, he approached the barrier hiding the beautiful troubled soul. Gently he knocked, softly he said, "Miss, miss...?"

A few moments later, he heard her whisper "Nancy, my name is Nancy."

She remembered! "Nancy did something happen recently?" subtly he asked. A few minutes passed, the door unlocked and slowly opened. With those most beautiful eyes so puffy, so red, and so full of despair and sadness she looked at Dave. Carefully, with the lightest of touches he led her to the bed and sat her down. "You don't have to say anything, just be with me." He gave her hand a squeeze. After a few minutes he quietly whispered, "Did you have a problem at work?" She slowly nodded yes. "I am here for you, and will always be here for you." he whispered in her ear. She looked up at him, tears welling up again. Looking past the puffiness, he remembered the first time he looked into those sapphire blue eyes the most beautiful he had ever seen getting lost in their gaze. He knew in his heart what it was; he squeezed her gently kissing each eye tenderly with his lips.

After several minutes she spoke tentatively, "A person from my past saw me at the club. He was the dope dealer that got busted as I laid on the mattress where the cops found me. He laughed at me, then he told me, 'Once a coke whore always a coke whore.'" Her breathing quickened as she relived the moment, "He pulled a bag out, and waved it in my face. He said if I sucked his black snake, I could have it."

Dave yelled, "He said what?!?"

"Oh Dave, "I was tempted, the coke was calling to me." she cried. Nancy continued, "He said that his ass needed a cleaning, and once I got high we could fuck the night away." Nancy started crying uncontrollably now. Dave held her close keeping his mouth shut and listening to her tortured words. "God, Dave, I was still feeling down after that weekend, I was caving, Dave, the coke was too strong for me. In my daze, I remembered Bobby pulling me away yelling for me to go home then he laid Dwa'an out. I ran away, and came home. Fuck Dave I almost gave in, no, that's not true, I gave in. If it weren't for Bobby! Fuck Dave, fuck, I am a slut, a whore, a junkie I can't do this anymore!" Then she sobbed profusely on his shoulder.

Chapter 4

Dave cried with her, praying for strength and guidance. "What can I do to help her?" He thought, "She is broken, can I fix her? Can I help her become whole again?" He started to panic when a thought delicately whispered in his head, "now you love her like you loved me." Instead of being startled Dave set his jaw with new determination, grasping Nancy's face in his hands, and looked into those eyes. "Nancy Allen, I love you with all my heart, with all my soul. When you first told me your story, I wouldn't judge or condemn you, not my job. Together we built a relationship based on trust. I don't know that past Nancy, but I know you, and God knows how much we care for each other. As one we will get through this. With our friends, and family's help, you will beat this," he said confidently. "Nancy we will find a counselor along with a local chapter of Narcotics Anonymous. You will never be alone again, you have my word." Dave said with resoluteness tempered with love. She nodded, and squeezed him hard. They held each other for the longest time. "Nancy, let's go back to our home."

She looked at him quizzically, "Our home?"

"Yes, our home, my love."

Puzzled, she asked "How can you want me Dave after what happened?" Dave looked at her grasped her chin looking into those sapphire blues of hers saying, "You will never be alone again. Nancy, you are the love of my life, how can't I??" She smiled, as Dave wiped her tearing eyes.

Nancy moved in with Dave and the boys few days later. The boys were ecstatic to have Nancy around all the time. At first she held back, but gradually their precociousness lifted her spirits and buoyed her heart. Dave called the Pagoda a few days later thanking Bobby for watching out for Nancy. Bobby told him that Dwa'an ended up back in jail for possession with intent to sell, and a few teeth missing. He violated his parole, so he wouldn't be out for a long, long time. Bobby asked Dave to tell Nancy he wished her well, and her job at the club would be there when she was ready.

With the help of counseling, NA meetings, and the love of family and friends; Nancy slowly came to grips with her addictions and gradually climbed up out of the despair of her past. Dave was encouraged by her progress. She was almost there, but he desperately wanted her back all the way. Their sex life was satisfying, but hadn't got back to the level before that fateful weekend. Dave decided it was time to take matters into his own hands, he knew just what to do.

One night a few days later after the boys went down to bed, Dave was sitting with Nancy curled on his lap. He asked, her "Nancy, I am getting something to drink, do you want something?"

"I don't know sweetheart," she replied as she snuggled into the crook of his arm.

"Well I need a drink, can I please get you something while I'm up?" he gently insisted.

She replied, "A glass of water would be good, thank you." Dave went and got himself a soda, and Nancy her ice water. She thanked him and started sipping. She looked into the glass and saw something in the ice. She asked Dave to look at it.

He smiled and said, "I think you need to look at it." Puzzled, she picked a piece of ice out of the glass, and stared. Her eyes widened. She started blinking back tears, she turned to Dave, and he was beaming at her. As he took the piece of ice from her he asked the most important question of her life, "Nancy Marie Allen my love, my own, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" She looked at him tears brimming in her eyes; the melting ice revealed a diamond engagement ring. Carefully, he removed the remnants of the cold ice. Gently he blew air onto the ring, warming the symbol of his love for her. With the tenderness of true devotion, Dave placed the ring on her finger. Nancy started crying profusely as she gazed at the ring then at the man she loved dearly.

"Oh yes, yes Dave, I'll marry you." With that small sentence, the Nancy he fell in love with burst out of the dungeon. The demon destroyed, she grabbed Dave by his belt dragging him into their bedroom. She looked at him coyly then went to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, (to him it felt like fifteen hours) she emerged decked out in his favorite outfit. stilettos, stockings and a smile. He noticed the makeup she was wearing. Deep blue eye shadow with thick black eyeliner accentuating those beautiful sapphire blue eyes. They said fuck me.

She sauntered over to him, put a foot on the bed and adjusted her beige stockings. His mouth drooled as he saw her pussy open up while she played with the stockings. She stuck a finger into her cunt, and pulled out some juices, then walked over to her lover and let him lick her fingers.

"You are gorgeous," he said hoarsely. She stripped his pants off, his cock springing to attention.

"Remember my love, I'm a whore, but I am yours and yours alone. I cleaned myself real good. My ass is all yours," she purred, as she crawled up his body letting her stocking covered legs rub his cock as he groaned with pleasure and anticipation. Carefully Nancy straddled his face, Dave anxiously started to lick her pussy, and effortlessly he traced the path between her cunt and the pink rosebud. Her perineum the rainbow bridge separating her heat and fire. She spread her ass cheeks for him, and then gasped as his tongue found her puckering asshole. Gently as he probed her crinkled anal opening, she began to whimper and mewl. Then in one quick motion he thrust his tongue into her hole, she groaned with pleasure and started rocking on his probe. "Yes honey, oh yes, stick your tongue up my ass, deeper baby deeper!" she cried. His agreement muffled by her hot musky ass. He plunged his tongue ever deeper causing her rosebud to flower beautifully. He wiggled his tongue torturing his new fiancé, his fingers began a dance on her clit, the pungent scent of her ass spurred him on. Taking his thumb he inserted it into her pussy keeping his finger strumming her now erect clitoris. Nancy moaned, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, ohh Dave, fuck yeah, work that hand, oh shit I'm getting so fucking wet, lick my ass, ohhhhh, yes, yes, my love keep doing it, I am so close baby, so close."

His free hand stroked her stocking clad leg, the sensation causing his cock to jump. As he rubbed her leg, she opened her ass wider for him stretching more than she thought possible. Dave with her ass in full bloom continued his fevered licking, and stroking. Then he felt her quiver, and shake as her pussy trapped his thumb inside. He plunged his tongue deep into her delectable dark hole her ass grabbed it tight. The release began with a torrent; Nancy climaxed so hard that she squirted onto his hand and into his face. "YEEEEEESSSSSSSS oh fuck, yeah, shit shit shit, Nunggghhh, fuck me, oh Dave fuck me, fuck me." She yelled, then ever so softly panted, "It's been so long, God, it's been so long. I love you my man, I love you." He greedily cleaned her of her juices, and then she slowly crawled off him. Shaking as she lay down.

After a few minutes Nancy looked at Dave, batting those beautiful eyes at him, "Time for a coke whore blowjob, you know coke whores give the best blowjobs." With that she swooped down onto his cock and sucked for all she was worth. She bobbed her head up and down, and then took his massive cock into her open throat. She grabbed his balls gently fondling them as she worked his cock over lavishing it with her tongue. She swirled its massive head, probing the hole at the tip. He moaned with pleasure as she put all of her skills, combining it with her love into thoroughly ravishing his manhood.




Coke Whore, The Next Chapter



She took her heels and guided them to his mouth. He licked her shoes and kissed her feet. She got up turned around and impaled herself on his cock. Her well trained pussy gripped him tightly as she stroked him. Dave was moaning louder, her muscles tightened, released, clamping hard again sucking his penis deeper. His cock swelled even bigger. The tumescent head pulsed with anticipation. Encouraging her he panted, "Faster Nancy, oh yeah baby, fuck my cock. Damn your pussy is squeezing the life out of me. You're a succubus!" Then for the first time ever he screamed, "Fuck me you whore, fuck my cock with that whorish pussy you dirty coke whore!!!"

Nancy smiled; his words weren't harsh but filled with love. He accepted who she was, and more importantly; who she is now. With this realization, she lifted off his thick tool. Dave cried as his cock left her warm tight embrace. He looked at her puzzling at her withdrawal. Staring at him mouth half open with lust, she put three fingers inside her steamy wet cunt. Nancy scooped the hot juices out. She slowly rubbed her natural lubricant inside her now gaping asshole. Eyes never leaving his, she carefully positioned her anal opening over his turgid throbbing member. With great determination she lowered her dark hole onto his cock stopping when his tip touched the entrance to her crinkled tunnel. Tantalizing seconds passed, Dave's anticipation grew exponentially. Looking intently at Dave with hooded eyes she waited for the right moment. Suddenly she screamed and impaled herself onto his waiting shaft.

The purple headed tip quickly disappeared into the deep recesses of her rectum. Dave roared at this new sensation, her tight anal ring squeezing him sent waves and waves of electric shocks down his legs. "Ohhh God Nancy, yeah baby fuck my cock with your ass, that's it faster, this is so good, ohhhh, squeeze me." Nancy whimpered as the assault continued. Her asshole distended slightly as she pulled up before impaling herself again. She frantically rubbed her clitoris with Dave's cock pounding her butt hole. Her ass never felt so full.

Dave groaned and rolled Nancy onto her knees keeping his cock deeply buried in her ass. She moaned as he began fucking her doggy style. Abruptly he took his cock out of her ass, and rammed it into her pussy. She shivered with delight. After a few strokes he switched back to her ass. He went on for a few more minutes alternating between her heat, and fire. Panting hard in unison, faster and faster they moved the release that would quench their flames of lust building to a crescendo. With his cock buried deep in her ass Dave grabbed her hips, "Here it comes baby, take my hot seed, take it!" Then he spurted into her ass. As soon as she felt the warm fluid she screamed, her orgasm took hold and she shivered in ecstasy. Stream after stream poured into Nancy's ass. The liquid lust of her fiancé' quenching the roaring fire within.

Spent, she pulled off. His cock made a popping sound as it exited her open ass. Dave rolled onto his back depleted. His succubus milked him within an inch of his life. Never had he felt so loved. Nancy looked at Dave's cock covered with their fluids. She proceeded to lick those juices off his waning manhood. Dave thought she couldn't shock him anymore but when she started sucking his cock fresh out of her ass, he moaned in unbridled lust. She enjoyed showing her man how much she loved him. She crawled back up into his strong arms, and sighed.

Dave was so happy, he started to tell her how she made him feel. Nancy listened contently enjoying the sound of his voice. Soon he was finished, and they rested comfortably in each other's warm embrace. She felt their liquid love trickling out of her hot fully flowered rosebud. Slowly she arose, grabbing Dave by the cock into the shower they went. Nancy loved her man, and Dave loved his woman.

Dave awoke the next morning with his new fiancé softly sleeping by his side. He thought back to how they met, reminiscing the change from friend to lover. Her honesty and bluntness, tempered with love warmed his heart. He needed her, she needed him. Dave laughed softly thinking, "We go together like peas and carrots." It felt so right. He silently thanked Emily for helping him realize how much he loved Nancy. He could almost hear a "you're welcome my love."

Chapter 5

As the Segrove household came to life the following morning, the new family to be sat at the table eating breakfast, Samuel and Charlie looked at their Dad, when he said, "Boys we have something to share with you."

Samuel knocked the wind out of his sails when he popped up and said, "When are you going to marry our new mommy?" Dave almost said shit out loud, and then he started sputtering, and couldn't form a sentence, let alone a word.

Nancy laughed, and said, "Soon Samuel, soon." as she squeezed the young boy's hand. Samuel and Charlie both smiled and went back to their cereal. Dave sat there with his typical jaw hanging look. Nancy laughed harder.

Nancy was nervous as her new family pulled into the driveway of Emily's parents. Dave had never mentioned her to them because of Em's mother's animosity towards him. She believed he caused their only daughter's death, because he got her pregnant with Charlie. He never understood why she felt that way only that she did. He couldn't talk to Em's mom anymore; it was too hard. He always just dropped the boys off, and drove away. Reluctantly now he must talk with her. Dave opened the car door, and silently hoped she would like Nancy. Nancy slowly got out of their car; her ring sparkling in the warm sunlight. Emily's parents walked out the door, and greeted their grandchildren. Tentatively, Dave and Nancy walked up towards them. Em's mom said, "Hello Dave, hello Nancy." Dave was taken aback, and started to sputter. Em's mom interrupted with a smirk, "Don't be shocked, just because you didn't tell us about her, doesn't mean our grand babies wouldn't." Dave felt two feet tall. He didn't think the boys would say anything. He sheepishly apologized, but his former mother said "Don't bother, "picking up three year old Charlie she walked into the house. Dave and Nancy slowly followed.

The tension was high, difficult small talk took place. When Dave mentioned that he and Nancy were engaged, Em's mom winced at the words, even though she had an idea seeing the ring on Nancy's finger. Anger building at this verbal confirmation, she tersely asked Dave, "Does that mean we will be seeing less of our only daughter's children because of this, engagement?"

Dave was shocked, he replied, "Of course not, why?"

"Well, you will be starting a new life now, and we will be forced into the background. You and her... will be busy with her family, and forget all about your dead wife's family." She said with the poisonous venom of a cobra. Nancy cringed at her words.

Dave sensed Nancy shrinking, he got up looked directly at Em's mom firmly stating, "I will never take away your grandchildren, and we will never forget that you are a part of their lives. Not under any condition will I hold your grandchildren hostage. They are your living connection to Emily. They are my connection with Emily too. Regardless what you think of me, believing I caused Em's death. At no time will I withhold your right to see these two wonderful son's of Emily. With respect to Nancy's family, that is complicated. But for all intents and purposes all the family she has is here in this room, and my parents." Dave sat down and gave Nancy a hug.

His mongoose struck the cobra down. The wind knocked out of her, Em's mom quietly nodded in affirmation; glancing over to Nancy she smiled feebly. The rest of the visit proceeded solemnly, yet the icy attitudes were slowly melting.

True to his word, Dave never held back their grandchildren.

It was fall a year later. Nancy quit working at the Pink Pagoda a few months after her and Dave became engaged. Bobby comes by their place for a visit now and then, always telling her she has a job for life at the club whenever he leaves their home. She found work as a receptionist at an auto dealership a few miles away. She was able to get rid of her beat up Nova and purchased a mini-van. Although she dressed conservatively most of the salesmen leered at her wantonly. Being used to it Nancy simply ignored it. Then one jerk got her alone in the back room. When he grabbed for her tits, she slapped him silly and kicked him in the nuts. Turning on her heel walked straight into human resources. When he tried to blame her, they looked at the security footage, he was terminated immediately. No one ever tried anything again.

Dave and Nancy settled into a family routine, but still had sex as often as possible. Samuel was going into the third grade, with Charlie turning four. Their marriage took place on All Saints Day at the small church down the street. Nancy was stunning in her bridal gown as Dave's father tears in his eyes walked her down the aisle. Dave's smile never left his face as his beautiful bride looked at him with those magnificent eyes of hers. Soon they were man and wife. Nancy cried tears of joy never in her wildest dreams could she imagine this. She had transformed from coke whore to a wife, and mother. She was happy. Her life had changed so much.

The reception was going strong. Family and their friends from the community center were there. The neighbors showed up. Bobby surprised the bride and groom by closing the Pink Pagoda for their wedding. All the girls were having a grand time. The auto dealership where Nancy worked turned out in force too. Strippers and car salesmen were a volatile combination. The back rooms were busy. Their reception was one to remember for all time. But that is another story. Even Emily's parents showed up to wish them well. The time came for the last dance. Nancy and Dave glided across the floor, their song "She's Already There" was playing. When it ended, Dave gazed into those exquisite eyes of hers and sighed, "I love you my wife." She laid her head down on his shoulder silently giving thanks for this moment.

They left for their honeymoon in the Pocono Mountains. Once checked in the newly married couple hurried to their room. Nancy laughed when Dave insisted on carrying her over the threshold. Crossing into the room she looked in wonderment, scanning their home for the next week. A round king bed, a romantic fireplace. But the most stunning feature of the room was an indoor pool for two! Heaven on Earth! Jumping down, Nancy grabbed Dave by the belt dragging him in she slammed the door shut.

"Dave, this is so beautiful here. The room is gorgeous."

"Yes, it certainly is but not as gorgeous as you my wife," he said with a smile.

"Come on honey let's check out the pool," she stripped out of her clothes and dove in. Dave fumbling with his clothes watched his sexy wife swim. She came out from under the water and propped her elbows on the edge her big breasts laying on the deck the coral nipples and areola tightening in anticipation of her husband's loving touch stared at him. "Whatcha waiting for, stud? Hurry up and bring that cock of yours here."

Stripping off his boxers, Dave ran and did a cannonball splashing water everywhere. Nancy screamed as the water hit her. Dave circled like a shark cornering his prey. Nancy squealed as Dave caught her foot tickling the sensitive sole. Slowly he massaged his way up her long legs to her waiting honey pot. She moaned as he stroked her womanhood, her clitoris engorging itself with blood from his forceful manipulations. "Oh yeah Dave, that's it, yeah rub my clit." she cooed. He dove under the water finding her pussy he kissed her button feeling the heat build. Nancy grabbed Dave, and pulled him up. Her hands enveloped his cock kneading the head, flicking the tip, ecstasy was building for Dave. Lips glued together she wrapped her long legs around him locked her heels together then in one motion pulled his prick into her smoldering box. Floating in his arms she effortlessly started rocking on his hardness. Dave bit her neck then slowly took a nipple gently biting and sucking it into his mouth. Nancy moaned harder feeling her orgasm build. She took her nails and scratched Dave's back. He shuddered at her touch. Pumping faster she started panting, "Fuck me Dave, fuck your wife, fuck your whore, faster Dave, yeah, yeah, oh baby!!"

Urged on Dave matched his wife stroke for stroke growling as his cock started to throb. Suddenly he stiffened and bellowed as his cock spewed his seed into his wife's swollen pussy. Nancy gasped as he plunged deeper, her orgasm began reaching a crescendo so high that she never wanted it to end. "Unngghhh, yeah Dave, fill me up with your cum, unnggh, ohh yeah, arrrrrrgh." she cried.

Slowly she opened her eyes. Looking up she saw their reflection. The ceiling was a giant mirror. Smiling as she beheld her husband, her arms lovingly holding him as they floated effortlessly in the pool. She softly sniffed the air, smelling their scent, their sex. She groaned and stretched. Dave gently began caressing her nipples still taut from her first orgasm as his wife. He smiled at her kissing her lovingly. "Was it as good for you my wife, as it was for me?' he asked softly. She loved it when he simply called her, "my wife." Two words held so much meaning to her. Two words she never thought she would hear.

She replied, "Yes, my husband," sliding back underwater for the next round of many.

Later at the lounge, her drinking a pop, him a beer, both chuckled at the bar napkins. The napkins were covered with four single lines and a slash diagonally cutting through the four to make five. The only words read, "Guess what we are counting?" Gazing at each other, they laughed harder. There weren't enough lines on the napkins for these two rabbits.

A few months after their honeymoon, Nancy was at home getting the boys ready for school, she felt a sharp pain around her stomach. Wincing, she straightened up, and the pain subsided. Samuel looked at his mom and asked, "Are you okay, mommy?"

"Yes, I just had a little tummy ache." She said trying to sound normal. This was the third attack this week. She decided it was time to tell Dave. She got the boys off to preschool and school. Walking back into the house it hit again. It hit hard. Grabbing her abdomen she screamed, "Dave!" then collapsed on the floor unconscious.

Dave ran into the kitchen seeing Nancy on the floor, he went into shock. He turned white as a ghost when he saw the wet spot on her pants and a small red puddle forming on the floor. Snapping out of it immediately, Dave called 911. He fell to the floor and gently cradled her head in his arms crying, "Please don't die, please don't die, I can't lose you!!!!" Time passed slowly, yet only a few minutes passed, before he heard the siren of the rapidly approaching ambulance.

The paramedics came in seeing the still form of Nancy blood oozing, her husband sobbing profusely. Checking her pulse, they found a faint one. Quickly they contacted the hospital, and started her on an IV. In a daze, Dave called his parents telling them to meet him at the hospital. The paramedics were doing their best to slow the bleeding. Satisfied with their work, they hurried her into the back of the ambulance and sped away to the hospital, sirens blaring. Dave hurried to his car. When he got in he started to pull his hair yelling, "Save her! Save her! God please save her!!!" Then he took off in pursuit.

Hours passed, since Dave last saw Nancy. He was fraught with worry. Finally the emergency room doctor came out to talk with Dave and his parents. His look scared Dave. The doctor sat down, and softly smiled, "It was touch and go, but we were able to stabilize her." Dave started to cry, but the doctor said, "We aren't out of the woods yet. The bleeding was caused by a mass in her uterus attached to the interior wall. The mass burst, but fortunately only partially. Based on the ultrasound, her uterus is in poor shape. There are quite a few polyps, and the mass is pretty large. I don't know if we can save it. There still is a chance the mass could rupture further, but we are doing what we can to prevent that."

Dave could see the doctor wanted to ask something but didn't quite know how. Finally the doctor took a deep breath and said, "Sir I don't know how to ask this, but it looks like the problems were caused from an abortion that was done about six to nine years ago. Do you know anything about this?"

Dave sighed, and then slowly said, "Yes she had an abortion when she was sixteen. She told me the doctor had botched it pretty bad." The E.R. doc nodded in agreement relieved that Dave knew.

"Well, I have consulted with our gynecological specialist. She will do an internal examination, and determine the extent of the damage. She will see your wife in the morning. During this examination the doctor will decide the best course of action to help your wife. I will have the consent forms here shortly. She is an excellent doctor, and will do everything in her power to correct your wife's problems. Hopefully once that is done she will be good as new. For right now we need to keep her fluids up, and replace the blood she lost. She is very weak, but if the bleeding is kept in check she will be okay. She is very lucky."

Dave slumped into the chair and began crying anew. His mom gently comforted her son. Dave wiping his eyes asked if he could see her. The doctor said, "Not yet, we are keeping her sedated in the event the mass ruptures further. We will know more once the specialist sees her in person." Dave nodded. He couldn't believe all the shit that his beloved Nancy had gone through in her life. The crap before he met her. The anticipated weekend trashed by a bad memory. When she met that fucking drug dealer at the Pagoda last year, how it almost destroyed her happiness with temptation. Now months later her past comes back again to bite her, but this time it wasn't a memory, or an addiction that almost cost her life. It was someone else who fucked her over. Dave fumed at the fates, yet in the same breath he prayed they keep her safe.

The morning found Dave back at the hospital pacing in the consultation room anxiously awaiting the arrival of Dr. Bailey the specialist called in to examine Nancy. Dr. Bailey walked in and introduced herself, once seated she explained what was going on, "Mr. Segrove, as you know your wife had an abortion over seven years ago. Based on tests and a thorough examination, it appears that during the abortion attempt by this "doctor"," Dr. Bailey bristled when she said that, "he did not clean her uterus out properly leaving a lot of tissue behind. It appears intentional too." Dave hung onto her words. She continued, "These remains for lack of a better word inhibited her monthly cleaning cycle. Over the years, the mass grew and several polyps developed. Unfortunately the mass burst which leads us to today. Based on the internal examination, I should be able to save her uterus, however; I won't know until I start the procedure.

The method is called a D and C. The slang name is "Dusting and Cleaning." Essentially I clean her uterus, scraping and removing all the growths, scar tissue. I will examine her internal structure for other issues, finding any I will attempt to repair those too. If we are lucky she will be able to keep her uterus. If not, I will have to do a partial hysterectomy. Let me warn you, this is not an easy procedure because of all the damage inside. I am cautiously optimistic it will go well." Dr. Bailey turned to leave. Dave was shaking. Dr. Bailey seeing this went over to Dave and softly whispered for his ears only, "Regardless of how the surgery turns out, it will take about a month to recover, so no parking in the erogenous zones for four weeks, okay?" Dave smiled feebly. Dr. Bailey patted his arm and walked out to save his wife.




Coke Whore, The Next Chapter



For once the fates smiled on Nancy, the surgery was a complete success. Dave was sitting with Nancy in her room a few days afterwards. She was getting discharged today. Nancy softly asked her husband, "Dave?"

"Yes, my wife?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, my wife."

She smiled, "Even if we can't fuck for a month?"

"Nancy!!" Dave cried. His jaw dropped.

Nancy laughed, "Well I guess it will be a lot of coke whore blowjobs huh lover boy."

Dave blushed and said, "Listen to me my wife, whether we fuck again or not, as long as I have you I will be complete." Nancy swooned at his words wrapping her arms around him she kissed her beloved husband. Dr. Bailey walked in interrupting the two love birds.

Sternly she said, "Remember no vaginal penetration for four weeks. It is important for your recovery. Once you resume relations please use a condom, for a couple of months, and your cycles may be irregular for a little longer." Both nodded at the doctor. They thanked her for all her help. Smiling she shook their hands. Walking out she gave them a wink. Dr. Bailey was pleased with her work, she felt good about saving the uterus. It was touch and go, but everything went well. Nancy's uterus was almost as good as new. Dr. Bailey scowled when she thought what that "doctor" did to this poor girl. She was lucky, the doctor thought, "Very lucky indeed."

The boys were happy when Nancy came home. They missed their mom, and were tired of staying at Em's parents house. They were good little helpers. The doctor imposed exile was difficult but Nancy, true to her word, gave plenty of blowjobs to Dave. He reciprocated by caressing her ass, and paid special attention to her coral tipped mounds of love.

Exactly four weeks later, Dr. Bailey pronounced her fit.

Exactly one hour later Dave and Nancy were going at it like it was their honeymoon again, after he ran out to buy some condoms first.

They fucked all night. They fucked at every opportunity. Two months went by, and they were bare backing again. Dave would miss watching Nancy suck his cum out of the condom though, but damn it was good to be rid of the raincoat.

Six months after the surgery, Nancy noticed her stomach was feeling funny. She attributed it to the dinner from last night. But the following morning she still felt rough. "Dave?"

"Yes, my wife?"

"I'm not feeling well this morning, and I didn't feel that good yesterday. I think I better see a doctor." Dave frowned that she kept her illness from him even for one day. He gently scolded her. Dave called the doctor's office.

Understanding Nancy's history she was scheduled for the first appointment this morning. During her examination, Dr. Mirchelle noticed tenderness in Nancy's abdomen. Going over her chart he decided to run a few additional tests. He wasn't sure if it was the flu, or something else. He wanted to rule out anything and most everything. The doctor gave Nancy a prescription to help her stomach, and told them he would rush the tests. He should have some news by late afternoon.

Around six o'clock, the phone rang. Nancy answered it. Dave hurried to her side. A few moments later, she hung the phone up looking at Dave stunned. Her blue eyes were welling with tears, Dave asked what was wrong. Nancy replied softly and almost in shock, "Nothing is wrong I am perfectly normal for a pregnant woman."

"Wh, wh, what did you say?!"

"I am perfectly normal for a pregnant woman." She replied again.

"How, I thought, you said, what happened, is it real, are you pulling my leg, Nancy!?" he cried as his jaw dropped to the floor.

Nancy said quietly, "I don't know how, unless when Dr. Bailey worked on me she somehow fixed that problem too. Dave, are you okay?"

"I fucking don't believe it. You're pregnant Nancy?" Dave asked starting to hyperventilate.

"According to the tests... yes, a little over three months," she said. Suddenly Nancy jerked in fear eyes wide she looked at her husband, "Dave we got to call Dr. Bailey and find out what happened! Oh my God! I was an addict, what if I hurt our child because of my past? Dave I'm scared, what if my eggs are bad, Dave!!" Nancy started crying as fear set in. She should be happy, but she was a junkie, and an alcoholic. Is their child okay? She could miscarry, or Heaven forbid their child could be born with deformities. "Dave hurry, call Dr. Bailey!" She cried. Frantically Dave called the doctor. He held his wife in his arms as she sobbed softly. He was going to be a Dad again. He still couldn't fucking believe it. Nancy couldn't get pregnant, but here she is. He started to feel happy, but his joy was tempered by Nancy's worries over the baby's health.

Dr. Bailey's office called back and asked him to bring Nancy in first thing in the morning. After a fitful sleepless night the dawn broke through. They met with Dr. Bailey. She explained that it was possible that after the procedure for Nancy to become pregnant. Nancy shook her head no, telling her when the abortion was done; she overheard the doctor saying he made sure she would never get pregnant again. Dr. Bailey replied, "To put it bluntly he really screwed you up internally. Five years ago, I would have agreed with that quack. With today's technology, and medical advancement it was possible to repair the damage. I was not aware that you were told that you couldn't have children. When I warned you to use a condom it was because with a freshly cleaned uterus the chances of becoming pregnant increase dramatically. I hope everything is okay with this news?" Dave and Nancy beamed at each other nodding yes.

"Good, "Dr. Bailey smiled, "Let's see how both mother and child are doing."

The examination showed a strong fetus. Dr. Bailey explained that there shouldn't be any health issues; just take care of you now. Nancy felt relieved. Dr. Bailey then said, "Listen." She turned the monitor up and placed the stethoscope on Nancy's belly. A heartbeat! Nancy listened in awe then it really hit home, she looked at her husband and screamed, "Dave we're going to have a baby!!!"

He looked at those sapphire blues of Nancy and simply said, "Yes my wife."

Chapter 6

During the next five months, Dave and Nancy enjoyed each other as her pregnancy moved forward. Dave continuously caressed Nancy's ever growing tummy. Nancy marveled at how her body was changing as their child grew within her. Sex was still very enjoyable, and with her hormones going batty it got intense at times. Dave remembered making love to Emily when she was pregnant. It was exciting. That was when doggy style became their favorite position. Dave plunged into Emily with her swollen baby filled tummy hanging down. Emily loved it, and so did he. He told Nancy this pleasant memory. She looked at him taking it all in, then asked a question, "Dave?"

"Yes my wife?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, my wife."

Her smile broadened, and then she asked, "Do you want to fuck this hippo?"

"Nancy!! Of course I want to fuck you, get your pregnant ass over here." He said with a shit eating grin on his face.

Dave gently removed her clothes, as he did he fondled her swollen breasts. Her coral nipples were darker and larger as her titties filled with milk. She moaned as his fingers squeezed her nipples. Carefully he removed her panties, and rubbed her huge tummy playing with her distended belly button giving it gentle caresses with his tongue. Nancy sighed as Dave lavished attention on her swollen stomach, laughing when the baby kicked him on the chin. She loved that feeling of life moving inside her. Gently, Dave rolled Nancy onto her knees. Her protruding abdomen hung down, the beautiful ass of his wife up in the air. Opening her legs slowly, she wiggled her butt seductively at him. His cock was getting harder by the moment as her honey pot glistened with anticipation. "C'mon Dave lick my pregnant pussy," she teasingly said. Dave growled and started tongue lashing her pussy, up and down her slit his tongue moved. Then he licked her rosebud, swirling his tongue around, then continued lapping her pussy with tongue firmly planted in her gash. Nancy whimpered in ecstasy, "Oh yeah, Dave lick my pussy, yeah there, oh yeah baby stick your tongue in, nnnngh, faster Dave, faster, mmmh, lick my ass too you brute, suck your coke whore's ass." She was in heaven.

Dave stopped his assault. Nancy cried in anguish, "Noooo, don't stop now!!!" Then without warning he plunged his cock into her hot steamy tunnel. Slowly he pumped his cock in her pussy causing her to mewl in delight. Faster he moved his hips starting to fuck her hard. She started panting as her pussy squeezed his manhood. He reached around her sides and fondled her heavy tits with his hands, squeezing and kneading her swollen nipples. Rubbing his hands along her baby swelled tummy, Nancy moaned even louder. Dave started to tease her pussy taking his cock out and running the head along her clit. This drove Nancy mad with lust. She started fingering herself. Dave slowly inserted his cock back into her pussy causing her to sigh loudly. Reaching into a drawer on the nightstand, Dave pulled out a little white vibrator. Slowly he teased her ass with it. With little effort he pushed it past her anal ring. Nancy whined her approval. Dave assaulted her pussy with his cock and her ass with the vibrator.

After a few minutes, Dave pulled the vibrator out with a loud pop. Nancy groaned again. She was so close to climax. He reached back and pulled out a dildo. He poured some KY on it, and then he lubed her anus with his fingers pushing them into her ass. Satisfied he slowly drove the dildo into her slick asshole. Her euphoria building as he plunged his cock deeper into her pussy and the dildo deeper yet in her ass. Dave ravished her with his tools of love. The first orgasmic wave hit Nancy, followed by another, then another. After the fifth one, Dave roared as he pumped his seed into her. Happy but exhausted they lay in each other arms.

Nancy awoke, a few moments later to her husband's snoring. She thought about their session and smiled. The smile changed to a scowl another bad memory came into her head. She remembered getting pregnant at fifteen. It was her coke dealer's child. She wanted coke so bad that in her drug induced delusions, she believed if she was pregnant with his child; he would gladly give her the drug for free. Finally when she was about five months pregnant four days after her sixteenth birthday she hugged Jesse as she revealed her news. He didn't react the way she hoped. His anger made her shrink in terror. Jesse backhanded her hard, almost knocking her teeth out, screaming at her, "No fucking whore of mine is gonna birth my fucking kid. I don't give a fuck if your five months, or nine fucking months along your white body is mine bitch, and you ain't gonna tie my ass down with no fucking kid. You ain't nuttin' but a fucking whore! Got that bitch!" Suddenly without warning he punched her in the stomach. Nancy collapsed in pain.

When she woke the next morning she was strapped down on a raised mattress in Jesse's garage. Terrified, she began crying profusely. Realizing what was about to happen she struggled. The dope dealer, her baby's father refused to give her any drugs before the doctor started working on her. It was his punishment for her getting pregnant. When the doctor stuck those things in there, she screamed; he didn't stop. She never felt so much pain before in her life. It felt like her insides were being ripped out. Thankfully she fainted.

Nancy awoke several hours later, painfully she curled into a little ball and began whimpering. Her lower body was on fire, the pain was still intense. She thought she was dying. Faintly she heard Jesse talking with the doctor. She struggled to listen. The doctor said that she won't be having any kids any more. He took care of that. Jesse asked when he could put the bitch to work to pay off the abortion. Doc said maybe a week. The drug peddler smiled and said, "Good, she ain't getting anymore coke until she pays off her medical bill." Both he and the doctor started laughing hard.

Nancy began crying. She wasn't crying because she had an abortion, or she couldn't get pregnant again. That didn't matter. What really bothered her was she couldn't get a fix until she paid off the doctor. She screamed in agony not because she was in pain from the abortion; but because withdrawal was starting, and she hated it. Frantically she started thinking she could pay the doctor off like she paid Jesse for her fixes. She knew she could. That day she became a true coke whore.

Nancy pulled herself back to the present. The memory faded quickly. She knew unlike those years ago, today she was wanted and loved. One thing though continued to plague her. She was dismayed having sex while pregnant wasn't a new experience that she could share with Dave, and Dave alone. Quickly she dismissed that too. Happily she thought she was having his baby!

Roberta Emily Segrove, 8lbs, and 10.5 oz., was born almost one month later. Nancy's water broke while Dave was at work. He called an ambulance and met her at the hospital. Samuel and Charlie were both at school; he left instructions for Emily's parents to pick them up. Sixteen hours later Roberta came into the world. Nancy was beaming with pride as she held her daughter, their daughter with the sapphire blue eyes. Dave was busy calling everyone, and Bobby Diangelo was happy that they named her Roberta. Of course she would be known as Bobbi!

Their first day home, Dave watched in amazement as Nancy was breastfeeding Bobbi. Seeing their daughter suckling on Nancy's boob turned him on. He stared at the dark coral nipple on her other breast as it dripped milk, his cock stirring awake. He remembered that Emily couldn't produce enough milk when Samuel was born; the doctor gave her an injection to dry her up. Sadly he thought, she never got the chance with Charlie. Nancy's bountiful boobs didn't have that problem. "Nancy how does that feel when Bobbi sucks on your titty?" Dave asked curiously.

"It feels good honey, every time she sucks, I can feel contractions in my pussy. Kind of a turn on." she replied. Dave just kept staring. Finally Bobbi had enough. Dave carefully picked his daughter up, burped her and laid her in her crib, and then he walked over to Nancy and sat by her side. Nancy's boobs were leaking some milk. Dave felt his cock swell at the sight.

Nancy realized she was turning Dave on smiled and asked, "Dave?"

"Yes my wife?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, my wife"

"Would you like some milk from my titties?" She then rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger squirting her milk onto Dave's face. "Nancy!!" He cried jumping back startled at what she did. Nancy laughed, and squirted more. Dave took his fingers and wiped his face. He tasted her milk. It was warm and creamy. He readjusted his cock in his pants. Lustfully, he watched his wife milk herself.

Nancy smiled seductively cooing, "Want some more lover boy?" He groaned and nodded his head. She reached down and held her boob out. "Come and get it tiger." Dave lay on her lap. She leaned forward taking her dark coral nipple, and guided it to his waiting mouth. He gently sucked. A little came out. He sucked harder savoring the flavor of his wife's milk. Nancy convulsed. Wanting more, he sucked real hard. Milk poured into his mouth, Nancy screamed with pleasure, "Oh God Dave that feels so good, don't stop suck some more, suck my titty good." With every suck Nancy's pussy contracted, and got wetter by the moment. Dave sucked greedily as Nancy purred. She couldn't believe it she started to cum. She was cumming with her husband latched onto her milk laden breast. She didn't even touch her pussy.

"Nggggh, ohh yeah, shitt baby, YES, YES," she screamed. After her orgasm subsided, Nancy started crying. Dave realized she climaxed thinking it was good, but she seemed upset. Reluctantly Dave stopped his suckling asking her what was wrong. "Nothing Dave, nothing, all is good. We shared something that I'll only share with you. My full milky breasts! No one will ever suck my milk except you and our child. When Bobbi sucks my boob I provide her nourishment to grow, but when you suck I get so aroused, I have orgasms!! I feel whole now Dave, I love you so much. Now get your lips down here and pay attention to my other titty!" Dave didn't have to be asked twice. Soon Nancy was spent after three more orgasms. Dave smiled at his wife realizing her wish had come true.

Two months later Dave came home from work. Walking into the house he noticed the boys weren't home. Sitting down at the table he looked at the mail. "Can I get you anything sir?" Dave whirled around to find Nancy standing in the door way wearing her waitress outfit from the Pink Pagoda. "Man, she looks fantastic," he thought, "even after having our daughter her body is smokin'." Nancy with a throaty growl said, "There's a five dollar cover charge, but you get the first cup of coffee free."

Dave thought, "Coffee?" as he pulled the five out and handed it to her she quickly put it under the garter on her thigh. He gazed longingly at her fishnet covered legs.

He reached out to touch her, she quickly slapped his hand and scolded, "you know the rules! No touching!" He laughed as he remembered this game from a long time ago. She came back with a cup of hot coffee, slowly she bent over giving Dave a wonderful view of her tits asking, "A spoon? A napkin? Of course, sir." She turned and sashayed away, her ass swaying seductively. Dave felt his cock grow again. She waltzed back with a small stack of napkins, and a spoon. Just as she reached his side, she dropped some of the napkins on the floor. "Oh, excuse me, sir," she said.

Turning she bent at the waist to pick up the napkins thrusting her ass into Dave's face. Her black g-string barely covering her asshole and pussy. The aroma of her sex was driving him crazy. She straightened up, "Would you like cream in your coffee sir?"

"Sure" he croaked. She undid her halter and her breasts bounced free. She bent over his coffee cup and started squeezing her nipple. The milk flowed into the cup. Dave squirmed with excitement as his wife put her cream into his coffee.

"Is that enough sir, would you please check it?" He picked up the spoon gave it a stir, and tasted the best cup of coffee he ever had. "May I have a little more cream please?" he said, smiling at his waitress.

"Very good sir," she replied giving both her breasts a squeeze, she deliberately missed the cup squirting him with her milk. "Oh dear, terribly sorry sir, forgive me sir." She casually started to lick her milk off his face. Dave groaning his cock tented un-mercilessly. "For twenty dollars, you can suck my tits." putting her hand out waiting for him. "No money, no milk, honey." Dave quickly pulled the twenty out, and handed it to her. "Now sit on your hands," she ordered.

He quickly complied. Damn he thought, "I forgot to adjust my erection." She sauntered over to the CD player and put a song on. She began to sway with the music, and slowly inched her breasts to his eager mouth. So near, yet so far as she teased him. She gave her nipples a squeeze, and milk streamed onto his face. He anxiously licked the milk off his lips, and opened his mouth for more. Intentionally, Nancy kept missing his mouth. Finally the song ended. The second song started, she whisked the g-string off and straddled Dave's legs all the while keeping her tits just inches from his hungry mouth. She ground into him, and he could feel his pants getting wet from her steamy cunt. She climbed off, bending over she reached back and spread her ass-cheeks wide showing him her asshole in all its glory. She clenched and unclenched her cheeks causing her rosebud to pucker and bloom. Dave growled like an animal at the sight, his cock started to throb anticipating release. Turning around, "You like sir?"




Coke Whore, The Next Chapter



"Yes ma'am," he stammered. Smiling she took his hands out from under his legs, and placed them on her boobs. She looked into his eyes saying, "Honey, right now you're required to touch me!" He rolled the dark coral nipples with his fingers. She threw her head back with pleasure. He started milking his wife. He squeezed stream after stream of her milk into his waiting mouth. She felt her climax starting to build. He pointed a nipple at her mouth, and coaxed a stream of steamy milk onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed. Dave then latched onto her left nipple and sucked hard. Almost immediately Nancy exploded as her orgasm sent shivers down her spine. Dave couldn't hold back as his cock twitched madly. A dark spot grew as he soaked his crotch. Nancy's climax saturated his pant leg. Breathlessly she looked down at the two wet spots sighing, "Sorry sir, let me take care of that sir."

She pulled his pants and underwear off exposing his semi hard cock. Bringing her tit down, she flowed her milk onto his cock. Nancy opened her mouth and inhaled his rapidly growing member down her throat savoring the flavor of her sweet baby milk mixed with her lovers cum and sweat. She bobbed her head lavishing love on his cock, his veins almost popped out of the skin on his shaft. Dave squirmed with pleasure as his balls tightened anticipating their next release. Nancy letting his cock fall out of her mouth, climbed onto his lap grabbed him guiding the thick pole into her hot cunt.

Moaning Dave threw his head back. She grabbed his head as she started rocking. Looking deep into his eyes she lifted her ass up, and just before he was free she slammed down again. Over and over she did this, looking in his eyes staring into his soul taking his cock ever deeper into her pussy. Dave couldn't take much more hypnotized by her sapphire blue eyes, he moaned in total unadulterated pleasure. She released his head, and shoved her right tit into his waiting mouth. Pumping his cock faster she felt her own release coming. Dave sucked her breast. Nancy trembled, and started to shake. Her climax was approaching fast. With each suck she was brought closer to paradise.

Dave's body started to stiffen his balls climbed into his body, muscles tensed as he started convulsing. His cock spewed his seed deep into her womb. With each spurt he sucked more milk out of her breast. Nancy howled as her climax rippled throughout her, she fell onto Dave's shoulder biting him as her orgasm continued for what seemed like an eternity. Long minutes passed their breathing slowing to normal. Both spent, she collapsed onto his chest.

Nancy gazed at Dave; he was staring off into space not realizing where he was. He happily felt his soul leave his body then return. His succubus lovingly drained the life from him again. Nancy started to move; carefully she lifted her body off of Dave. As she did her pussy emptied its contents onto his cock. His lap was soaked with their love juices. She never came so hard before. Slowly she walked over shutting the music off. Her pussy ached like never before throbbing with each beat of her heart. This was rapture. Dave stirring from his stupor corrected himself, "No, not a succubus, an angel sent from Heaven." He smiled at his wife; she gently grabbed his cock lifting him off the chair. She wrapped her arms around him hugging him tight. He responded in kind. Slowly they walked to the shower holding each other up as they entered the bathroom together.

Lying on their bed, Nancy in her husband's arms reflected on her life to this moment. Yes, she had it tough, yes she was a whore, yes, she almost died. Just when her life couldn't get any worse she had met Dave. The love of her life a grieving widower helping a coke whore who just lost her fiancé, who almost ran away from her future, crying she shouldn't be here. Yet, here she is. "Dave?"

"Yes my wife?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, my wife"

"Am I still your coke whore?"

"No, my wife you are Nancy Marie Segrove, wife of David James Segrove, mother to Samuel Segrove, Charles Segrove, and Roberta Segrove. You are the love of my life, you are a coke whore no more."

*

I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks to OldLockGuy for pushing me to write my first ever story. I especially wish to acknowledge RLFJ for his wonderful characters, his story, his excellent guidance, and patience!



Coke Whore



"How about Monday night?" she countered. "I can do that thing to you I mentioned."

Dave blushed furiously and ran out.

Chapter 3

It was a Thursday night when Nancy 'deflowered' Dave, and he called her first thing Friday morning. He wanted to take her out that night, but she demurred, citing her work at night, a job which she still had not explained to him. To Dave Segrove, the wait until Monday night seemed interminable. He called her at least twice a day, a level of attention that Nancy found intoxicating. She decided to reward her new lover appropriately.

When Dave knocked on her apartment door Monday night, he was wearing khakis, coat, and tie, and carrying a small bouquet of flowers. Nancy opened the door and let him in, cooing over the flowers, which she promptly set in a glass of water, not having a vase available. She stood before him and turned around. "Is this okay?" she asked.

He grinned and looked his date up and down, enjoying the view. She had dressed simply but very nicely, in a tank top and a wrap denim skirt, and hose and ankle strapped high heels. Her lack of a bra was apparent, since her nipples were painfully erect and poking out through the tight fitting top, and her lovely and long legs flashed through the slit in the wrap skirt. She stopped and struck a model's pose, thrusting a leg through the slit to the point where it became obvious that she was wearing long stockings and not pantyhose, and thrusting her chest out so that her substantial breasts loomed larger than he remembered. "Is this alright? I wasn't sure if you would like it."

Dave was practically drooling as he stammered, "Yeah...yeah...it's fine...fine..."

Nancy came closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him in effortlessly for a slow and passionate kiss. After a moment, she pulled one hand back and began rubbing it across his chest and down to his crotch. She noted, pleasantly, that his cock was as stiff as a board. "I think you do like my outfit!" she whispered in his ear. "We can't go out with your cock so stiff, can we? I think I need to take care of this. Would you like a coke whore blow job? Coke whores give the best blow jobs in the world, Dave. Why don't I show you..."

Dave stood stock still as Nancy rubbed her body against his as she slid to the floor in front of him, kneeling as she undid his pants and fished out his erection. It stood out proudly from his pants, engorged with blood, the head a violent purple, quivering in anticipation. Opening her mouth wide, she took him in deeply, while one hand pumped his shaft vigorously and the other reached inside to fondle his balls.

"Oh God!" Dave whimpered, as unimaginable sensations coursed through his loins. Nancy's sucking him the other night had been glorious, but afterwards he had discounted the pleasure to simply being the first sex he had had since before his wife had died. Now he realized that she had the most amazing technique. "Please...please..."

Nancy concentrated on a fast method to bring her new boyfriend off. Sucking like a vacuum cleaner while her tongue ravaged his cock, she was delighted when she felt his hands in her hair, pulling her head closer, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. When he swelled up and began bucking his hips, she greedily swallowed his come, pumping his cock and massaging his nuts to drain him. Afterwards, she knelt back and smiled up at Dave, even as she tucked his limp dick back into his pants and zipped them up. "Now I think you're ready for dinner," she announced with a smile.

Dave roared, pulling her to her feet as a look of maniacal glee suffused his face. "Screw dinner! We are going to order in, and I am going to eat out!" As Nancy laughed, he pushed her back until she backed into the couch and he pushed her down into a sitting position. Kneeling between her legs, he opened her skirt and pushed her legs apart, and was treated to the sight of a bare shaved pussy gleaming wetly at the junction of her perfect thighs. He practically tore off his jacket and tie, then reached out and pulled her top down so that her tits were exposed. "Jesus, but you're beautiful!" Then he lowered his face to her crotch.

Nancy was delighted to discover that Dave had a certain degree of talent at pussy licking. Unlike herself, she considered him to be an amateur, but a gifted one. He was certainly an enthusiastic one. His tongue had almost immediately found her clit and began flicking across it hungrily. This was interspersed by moments when he would wrap his lips around it and practically try to inhale it. Now it was her turn to whimper, as she slumped down and pushed her pelvis towards him. Dave simply pulled her legs up over his shoulders and continued to suck and lick. On occasion, he would look up at her, seeing her face staring down dazedly from between the twin mountains of her tits.

It was only after her second orgasm, a marvelous affair which left her panting and gasping even as her pussy juice flooded onto Dave's face, that he took a degree of pity upon her and pulled back. By now, his cock had revived, and he knelt between her outstretched legs and undid his pants, pushing them down his thighs. Moving forward, he tucked his arms under her legs and pushed his cock into her completely slick cunt. They both groaned in pleasure as he pushed in all eight inches.

Much like the other evening, Dave provided Nancy a running commentary on just how good it felt, how tight she was, how hot and wet it felt, how he could feel every ripple and contraction. Nancy was amazed at how much this had turned her on. Her late fiancée had been a decent enough fuck, but she had never gotten this turned on before. At Dave's request, she put her fingers to her cunt, spreading her lips and rubbing her clit lightly, which only wracked her with further orgasms. She barely noticed when Dave's back arched and he plunged into her, to weakly pump out a massive load of jism.

Dave waited a moment to regain his breath, then sank back on his heels. His limp cock pulled from Nancy's cunt with a soft 'plop', allowing a small stream of mixed fluids to follow. He looked at her with a lopsided smile on his face. She looked down between her thighs at the trickle of come and wiped it up with a forefinger, then brought it to her lips to lick off. "Wow! I guess we really will have to order in!" she said breathily, still gasping from exertion.

Dave tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, then crawled up onto the couch. Nancy rearranged her own clothing, pulling her top back up, and sprawled out half atop him, cuddling. After a few minutes, Dave picked up the phone on the end table and consulted the telephone book to order up a pizza and wings. They continued cuddling quietly until the knock on the door announced the arrival of dinner. Standing, he tucked his shirt tail in as she closed her skirt around herself and otherwise tried to make herself more presentable. This seemed a total waste, since the delivery boy took a single sniff of hormones and semen and grinned hysterically at the pair.

The pair busied themselves with their dinner, and it was only afterwards that Nancy commented, "I guess we did okay earlier."

"I'll say! That was rather...spectacular!"

"Do you mind if I ask, what was your wife like? You know, in bed. Should I be doing anything different? I want to be good..," she started to say.

Dave stared at her briefly. "Good?! You were great! If anything gets better, you're going to have to give me CPR afterwards." 

"Well, thank you, but you know what I mean. What kinds of things did you guys do, and what do you like? Did she suck you cock?" Nancy asked.

"Not like you did, that's for sure!" Dave answered almost in a daze.

"You're no help! Come on, did she swallow?"

Dave shook his head from side to side. "Naw, she said she didn't like the taste or something. I mean she'd lick me and suck me, but then she'd climb on top and we'd screw around."

"So, what's you favorite position? You on top? Me on top? Doggy style? Upside down in a rocking chair?"

"What?!" Dave asked, his eyes widening. It took him a second of trying to visualize the last thing mentioned before he realized that Nancy was laughing at him. "Jesus! Doggy, if you have to know!"

"Ooh goody, my favorite, too. We'll do that later. That's a great way to fuck, since you get to choose between my pussy and ass," she replied.

"Are you serious? You like that?" Dave felt his cock stiffening in his pants.

"I'm guessing your wife didn't?" Dave nodded agreement, and Nancy continued on. "Yeah, it can be a lot of fun, if you're careful. Dope dealers love to fuck your ass. It's second in popularity only to the hummer. It's a good thing I was into coke; if my jones had been for smack, I'd probably have AIDS!"

Dave gave the girl a strange look, as if he was trying to make sense of this, and she explained. "Coke, cocaine, I would snort. Smack, or heroin, is generally done by injection, usually with a dirty needle. Lots of nasty diseases that way."

Dave gave a horrified look and glanced down at his pants. They hadn't been using rubbers...

"It's okay, sweetie, I'm clean. I got out of the business with nothing worse than the clap, and I got that treated. What about you?" she teased. Dave spluttered out an outraged negative, to which she laughed harder.

"You want to know what else coke whores do a lot of, Dave? We do other girls. You sucked my pussy pretty good earlier, but trust me, I can teach you to be even better!"

Dave stared at the girl in disbelief. It was like he had been transported into a completely new world of depravity and vice. "Do you always talk that way about yourself?" he asked.

"What, that I'm a coke whore?"

"Yeah, do you tell everybody?"

"No, just you. Don't like it? That's what I was, Dave, a coke whore. That's who I was," she said flatly.

"What did your fiancée say when you said that to him?" he asked curiously.

"I never told him." Nancy saw the look of confusion on his face. "Listen, he was just getting over a killer divorce himself, and when we met, we just agreed, we were making a new future. We never talked about the past, ever. He never knew the things I've told you about myself. You're the only person who knows."

Dave was not entirely sure what all this meant. Nancy was the most sexually compelling women he had ever met, as well as the most brutally honest. He wasn't sure whether to be turned off or turned on. "Wow."

"So, do you like driving down the Hershey Highway? Or do you like it that way yourself?" At her lover's look of consternation at this, Nancy burst out laughing. "Let me guess, you wanted to try it with your wife and she agreed very reluctantly but it hurt and she made you stop, right?"

Dave gave a sheepish look and said, "How'd you know!?"

"Because it always hurts the first time. You have to ignore the pain until you feel the pleasure, then practice a lot!" She gave him a grin. "Listen, we have enough time tonight for one more coke whore blow job, then another fuck. Wednesday, after the meeting, you follow me home, and I'll let you fuck my ass all night. Okay?"

Dave gave a maniacal grin and nodded acceptance.

Chapter 4

"That's it...work your finger in slowly...twist it around and turn it and bend it and flex it and...mmmm." Nancy was purring as she lay across Dave's lap. They were both naked, but he was sitting up and she was laying there, face down, as he fingered her asshole with his index finger. "Mmmm, that's so nice..."

They had met at the Community Center for the weekly meeting and neither had done a sterling job of hiding their interest in each other. At least one person had asked them outright if they were seeing each other, and several others had eyed them curiously. Afterwards, Dave had followed the young woman back to her apartment.

He had been wondering whether Nancy had been serious about the promise of an assfucking session that night. She hadn't said anything about it since then, and he had been too embarrassed to ask. Once she had let him in, she answered his silent question. Locking the door, she had immediately begun to undress, then turned to him and said, "Well, get out of those clothes! As soon as I find the KY, we can start."

Dave stared at her briefly as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "KY? You mean..."

Nancy kicked off her jeans and began peeling her panties down her legs. "What, you don't want to fuck my ass? You mean I gave myself an enema for nothing?!" She looked at him crossly.

He looked at her with a touch of confusion. "No, I mean, I wasn't sure if you were joking or something. I mean, I'd love to, if you want to. Please?" The last was said in a pleasantly whining and begging tone which caused Nancy to smile and grin at him. "You gave yourself an enema?"

"It really helps to clean things out. That way I don't get any shit on your cock or the bed!" Dave reeled at the thought as Nancy moved off to the bathroom and returned with a small tube of ointment. Then he simply stared at her. It was the first time he had actually seen her completely undressed. The first couple of nights both of them had been partially clothed; tonight they were both naked.

Now, undressed, she seemed smaller than he had originally thought. Dave realized that it was because she almost always wore shoes with a fairly high heel. Still, she was as leggy as the tallest supermodel, and almost as skinny, all except for her tits, which were far larger than any razor thin model's could ever be. Her tits were large and full and firm, sitting high on her chest, and were capped with large nipples and dark coral areolas.

Nancy saw him staring, and looked down at his cock, stiffly erect and sticking straight out from his body, his cockhead achingly purple. "What are you looking at?" she asked.

"You! God, but you're beautiful!"

Nancy blushed and turned away, pointing towards the couch. "Sit!" she ordered.

"You don't want to open it?" Dave asked, referring to the sofa-bed.

Nancy shook her head. "To be honest, it's incredibly uncomfortable as a bed. Most nights I simply sleep on the couch." She wiggled her fingers at the center of the couch. "Sit."

Dave sat down, at which point his new lover handed him the tube of ointment and knelt next to him. She kissed him warmly, then twisted around and lay across his lap. She could feel his cock pressing against her belly hotly as she squirmed into position. "Now, squirt some on my asshole and work it in with your finger. You can be generous. You need to really lube me up and work it in deep."

"You learn something new every day," quipped Dave Segrove as he followed his orders. Within minutes he had snaked a finger deeply into his girlfriend's ass and was twisting and turning it, giving her a low level orgasm. He could feel the moist warmth emanating from her aroused pussy as she humped her ass back at his hand.

"Now, put another finger in...two fingers...gently, gently...oh, yeah!...more, more...ohhhhh..."

It didn't take long for Dave to get the idea of how to turn Nancy on anally. It some ways it seemed little different than working her pussy over, searching for the G-spot, although he did need to take a bit more care to make sure he wasn't hurting her. As he poked and probed her ass, he began to whisper to her how he was enjoying it, how he planned on playing with her asshole the next time they were fucking, how he was going to buy her a little vibrator for her asshole.

Nancy was in blissful peace as Dave fingerfucked her ass. He was proving a very fast learner as she began shaking, the orgasm flooding her body. She moaned out, loudly, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Dave let up on the girl as she came down from her come, and she looked up at him with love in her eyes. "You are so much better at this than a dope dealer!"

"What!? Where did that come from?"

Nancy giggled. "Come on, baby, let's face it. When you are a coke whore, the job is to get his rocks off, not yours!" She twisted around, pulling his fingers away from her ass, and straddled his lap with her ass facing him. Lifting up, she reached between her legs and positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her ass." Come on, it's time for you to have some fun!"

Dave aimed his cock with one hand and spread her asscheeks with the other, and Nancy lowered herself onto him. Surprisingly, he slid in without any of the difficulty he had experienced that one time with his late wife. As she settled into his lap and squirmed contentedly, he gasped out, "Oh my God!"

Nancy leaned back against him and took his hands, wrapping them around her to play with her aroused nipples and tits. Then she began to move slowly, savoring the incredibly full feeling she was experiencing, clenching her ass around the intruder. "Oh, Dave, we are going to have to do this more often! This is simply wonderful!" she exclaimed.

"No, no, not yet...shit!" he replied, as she felt his cock twitch and throb, pumping out his come into her ass. "I'm sorry, honey, it was just so good..," he whimpered as he drained into her. He nuzzled her neck hoping for forgiveness. "I'm sorry..."

"Shhh. It's okay," she whispered, reaching behind her head to caress his face. "I wanted you to come in my ass, it felt so good. Am I too heavy?"

"No."

"Then I am going to stay right here and play with my pussy and rock on top of you while you pinch my nipples and get you stiff and fuck you again. All right?"

"Oh, yeah!" Dave reached around her to cup and fondle her full breasts. "You are just unreal. I want to do whatever you want me to. Whatever you want, I'll do it."

Nancy was excited beyond belief as Dave whispered to her. She could feel him hardening rapidly and she began bouncing full length on the cock buried up her ass. "I love, you, Dave, I love you!" she cried out as she rode him to orgasm. Hearing those words caused Dave to explode a second time, filling her ass with a second load of jism. She collapsed back onto him, twisting around, his softening cock still inside her, to kiss his lips eagerly. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and said, "I love you, Dave!" 

The pair nestled against each other for a time until Nancy felt Dave's cock slowly shrink and begin receding from her ass. She gently pulled away and allowed him to pull out with a soft PLOP, and he stared as he saw brownish jism seep from her asshole and begin running down her thighs. Turning around, she leaned down and kissed him. "I think I need a shower."

Dave gave a wry grin. "Yeah, me too."

She reached out and took his hand. "Come on, we can share. We'll be saving electricity and water!" She tugged until he stood, then led him into the bathroom. The room was small but serviceable and the shower was just large enough for the pair of them, as long as they were very friendly.

It was a very friendly shower. Dave managed to soap Nancy's body thoroughly, concentrating or her tits and pussy, while she soaped his cock thoroughly. While kissing passionately, Dave thrust three fingers into Nancy's pussy, sending her over the edge into a shrieking orgasm. Afterwards, as she panted with exhaustion, she used both hands to stroke him off onto her belly, where the hot water washed his come off as fast as it pumped out.

Chapter 5

Dave felt rather shitty about what he was doing, but Nancy had left him little alternative. He had been asking her where she worked and she simply refused to tell him, saying only that she was a cocktail waitress, and that he couldn't see her at work. Mystified, he decided to tail her to work some night and find out.

Now he was sitting in his car a half block away from her apartment, facing the driveway to her apartment. She had told him she had to leave to go to work at about seven, and sure enough, she came out the door to the apartment building right on the hour. She disappeared around the corner for a moment, then pulled out of the driveway a minute later in her battered Nova. Dave started his car up and pulled out after she had gone about a block, then kept the distance, far enough back that she couldn't recognize him and close enough to follow easily. It seemed a lot easier than in the movies, but then, Nancy wasn't expecting anybody to be following her.




Coke Whore



It was about a twenty minute drive into a warehouse district on the edge of town, when she pulled into a large parking lot and pulled around the back of the building. Dave pulled in slowly and parked away from the building and stared in disbelief.

'The Pink Pagoda' proclaimed itself as a 'Gentlemen's Club', and was festooned with a variety of neon signs proclaiming the presence of 'Girls, Girls, Girls!' There seemed to be a number of cars already present and more seemed to be streaming into the parking lot. It was obviously a strip joint, and while Dave Segrove had been to a few in college, with his buddies, that had been years ago. He had just gotten used to the idea that he had a 'girlfriend', and was planning on introducing her to his sons, and now he discovered that she worked in a strip joint! It was with a strange feeling of dismay, curiosity, and excitement that he got out of his car and went inside.

After paying the cover charge, Dave stayed inside the front door until his eyes adjusted to the light. Looking around, he found a long bar along one wall and a couple of small stages with lights, mirrors, and brass poles. A busty brunette was on one of the stages, stark naked and swaying around one of the poles as a few men tossed bills onto the stage, to get her to do something for them. In the back, several more private rooms beckoned with the promise of lap dances. Several good looking women moved around the room serving drinks.

He moved to allow a party of additional customers to enter, and that was when he saw Nancy. She was dressed like the other waitresses and was serving drinks. The waitresses wore a very sexy and revealing outfit, though not like what the dancers wore, which generally ended up as nothing. Nancy wore thigh top black fishnet stockings and spike heels, and above that a lacy black g-string. Up top she wore a black vest of sorts, but one that was little more than a halter top, along with a black bow tie. After her next trip from the bar towards the back rooms, he slipped into an empty barstool at the end of the bar, near where the girls would pick up drink orders. He ordered a drink from the bartender, then waited for Nancy to come by.

She saw him first. Slamming her tray down on the bar, she turned to him and hissed, "What are you doing here?" Dave tried to explain, but she kept on going. "You don't trust me?! You follow me or something!? Can't trust your coke whore girlfriend? You bastard?!"

"Hey, I just wanted to find out where you worked!" he protested. "You wouldn't tell me, so I followed you, that's all. What's the matter, you too embarrassed to tell me where you work?" That seemed to hit home, so he followed up. "Listen, I didn't say anything about your past, you brought it up, not me. I'm sorry I followed you, but what's the big deal? Are you embarrassed by working here?"

Now it was Nancy's turn to be taken back. "No...it's just...you can't come here...it's against the rules!" Suddenly she looked over his shoulder and a nervous look came over her face. "You have to go!"

"What?" He reached out and took her hand.

"No touching, bud!" said a voice in Dave's ear. Dave spun around on the barstool to find a beefy guy of about his height but several years older staring at him menacingly.

Dave let go of Nancy's hand like it was a hot potato, and Nancy spoke up. "It's okay, Bobby, he wasn't doing anything. This is my boyfriend."

Bobby turned his glare towards the girl. "Hey, you know the rules!"

Nancy stood up under the glare. "Yeah, but he didn't. Come on, give it a break!" She turned back towards Dave. Leaning down, she kissed him, then sashayed away.

Dave looked at the glaring presence behind him and turned his hands up and outward. "It's not her fault, I didn't know. You want me to go, I'm gone!"

Bobby looked at him briefly, then shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, the hell with it."

"Can I get you a drink?" Dave offered. Anything to try and get out of this without losing Nancy her job or for him to lose Nancy.

The beefy guy nodded and settled onto a barstool next to Dave. "Yeah, sure. Listen, I'm Bobby Diangelo. I own the joint. We got rules, you know, for the girls." Turning towards the waiting bartender, he said, "Coffee, Vinnie, and sweeten it, will you?" Vinnie poured a coffee and added a generous slug of brandy, then pushed it across the bar to Diangelo.

"Like I said, I'm not trying to cause trouble. What are the rules?" asked Dave.

Bobby turned back and shrugged pleasantly. "Well, the first one is, no touching the girls! That's for their safety."

"Not even during the lap dances?"

"Especially not during the lap dances!" answered Bobby with a smile.

"Any other rules?"

"Yeah, no boyfriends." At the curious and confused look that Dave gave, Diangelo continued. "Now, don't get me wrong. I ain't saying Nancy would do this, but I've known a few girls who would. It's just that some girls would have fifteen minute boyfriends every break, out back in their cars, if you get my drift. I can't have that sort of thing going on."

Dave's eyes widened at the thought. "And after the show is over?"

Bobby shrugged. "I got no comment on that, as long as it ain't on the premises, you understand. Like I said, I ain't saying Nancy is anything like that, but we got to play by the rules. Actually, she's a pretty nice kid. I just wish she'd dance for me, that's where the real bucks are."

"She's not a dancer?" asked Dave.

"You don't know? Jesus, you two got to talk! No, she's just a waitress. Believe me, I've offered, but she says no." Bobby shook his head in disgust and finished his coffee, then stood up. "Okay, listen, after tonight, don't bother her at work, okay? Another reason for the no boyfriends rule is guys like you, real boyfriends. Sometimes they can't handle seeing what the old lady is up to, you know?"

Dave nodded mutely, feeling about as small as a worm. A few minutes later, Nancy came by and looked at him nervously. "I'm sorry, Dave, it's just that you surprised me!"

"No, it's my fault. I should have trusted you and stayed away. I don't know why I decided to follow you. I'm an idiot!"

"No, I shouldn't have jumped in your shit. I'm sorry," she responded.

"I'd better be going. Can I see you again?" he asked nervously.

"Of course. Why?" she asked, confused.

"Well, I wasn't sure if I pissed you off or..."

"Christ, don't be silly! Monday night, my place?"

"Yeah, great!" He looked around, then lowered his voice. "Uh, Nancy, maybe you could wear that outfit?"

Nancy's eyes widened, and she sputtered, "Out!" pointing towards the door.

On Monday night, Dave nervously knocked on Nancy's apartment door. Surprisingly, she didn't let him in, but simply called out, "Door's open!" Dave let himself in, to find the lights dimmed low, and a chair placed in the center of the living area. "Have a seat, sir."

Dave whirled around to find Nancy in the kitchen. She was wearing her waitress outfit. "There's a five dollar cover charge, but you get the first beer free," she announced. Dumbly, Dave pulled out his wallet and fished out a five, and she pointed him towards the armless kitchen chair in the center of the living room.

Dave stared at her as she moved back into the kitchen and opened the door to the refrigerator. He had never seen any beer or booze in her place before, but tonight she had a six-pack chilling. She pulled one out, popped the top, and poured it into a glass. Placing the glass on a small tray, she sauntered back into the room and bent down to set the beer on a small table placed to the side. Bending from the waist forced her large tits to almost pop out of her small halter top.

"A napkin? Of course, sir." Nancy sashayed away, her hips swinging wantonly, to pick up a small stack of napkins. She returned and repeated the bend-over-and-pop-the-tits-out maneuver to place them at his side, but this time managed to drop about half of them on the floor. "Oh, excuse me, sir," she said. Turning away from him, she again bent at the waist to pick up the napkins, and this time thrust her asscheeks into Dave's face. Her black g-string barely covered her asshole and pussy, and for the first time, Dave noticed how Nancy had no tan lines.

The smell of her pussy backed into his face, combined with a powerful and exotic perfume, was too much for him. Reaching out, he gently caressed her ass and slipped a finger between her legs to run along the sides of the g-string.

"None of that, now!" she yelled, moving away from him. "You know the rules! No touching!"

"Jesus, you're kidding me, right?" he begged in a whiny voice.

"You want to stay, buddy, you got to play by the rules." Nancy moved around him seductively, managing to stay out of arm's reach, and Dave finished his beer quickly, hoping to move on to something even better. He wasn't disappointed.

"Care for a lap dance, mister? Only twenty bucks!"

"What?!" he demanded.

She put her hand out, demanding payment. "No cash, no gash!" she announced crudely, and Dave fished his wallet out a second time. Nancy smiled as she took the bill from his fingers, then moved over to the stereo. She already had a CD set up, and when she hit the Play button, loud heavy metal rock came from the speakers. "Now, sit on your hands!" she ordered loudly, over the pounding beat of the music. Grinning, Dave eagerly complied, but only after adjusting his pants so that his aching erection wasn't stuck down a pants leg.

Dave had never seen Nancy like this before. She was acting like a woman possessed! She had a sultry and wanton look on her face as the first cut of the CD kicked in, and she began swaying and moving to the music, throwing herself into it. The entire first song she remained clothed, though she jiggled and wiggled as much as if she was stark naked. She kept transferring the twenty from one hand to the other by running it across her body, up one leg and down the other, across her exposed belly, between her legs and breasts. Dave's eyes followed it slavishly.

During the second song, she popped the snap holding the halter top together, and exposed her luscious large breasts to his view. Beads of sweat began to form on Dave's face as he took in the sight, and Nancy began dancing much closer to him. Now she began to run the bill down the front of her g-string, pulling it away from her body to let him watch as she stuffed it into her wet shaved pussy. She would bring the limp twenty out and run it under his nose, where he would inhale the pungent and fresh musk. He tried to move his face closer to her body as it danced in front of him, to lick and kiss her succulent flesh, but she kept pushing him back firmly.

Midway through the third cut, she bent over, facing away from him, and stuck her ass in his face. She whisked the g-string off, then whirled to face him, still dressed in the fishnets, heels, and halter. Tossing the halter aside, she straddled his lap and began rubbing herself against him. Dave moaned as he felt her erect nipples pushing against his chest and the moist warmth emanating from her aroused cunt seeped into his pants. When she began licking his cheeks, it became too much. "No, no!" he gasped out weakly. Nancy leaned back away from him, grinning madly, as she felt his cock twitch and pulse in his pants. He came massively, pumping out blast after blast of jism into his shorts. Finally he sagged back into the chair, his face red with embarrassment. "Jesus!" he panted. "That's never happened before..."

"Happens all the time in the club," commented Nancy brightly. Dave looked up at her curiously. She continued, "It's sort of like a contest the dancers have, lots of bragging rights."

"Do they ever lie about it?" he asked quizzically.

Nancy climbed off Dave's lap and skipped over to the stereo and turned it off. "It's pretty obvious," she said pointing at the dark spot staining the front of his pants. 

Dave blushed furiously. "Why did you get a job there? I mean, you said you were a cocktail waitress, but, I mean..."

"What else am I qualified for?" she asked. "I'm a high school dropout. I got my GED while I was in rehab, and now I go to college part time, but I have to pay the freight, you know. I have no skills, other than the ones I've shown you." At this, she waggled her eyebrows and Dave reddened., then continued, "So what else do I do. The money's better than you can imagine, even if I'm not one of the dancers."

"Yeah, but what about..."

"You mean, what's an alky junkie coke whore doing working in a strip club? Sort of like the fox in the hen house, huh?" Nancy came over and sat on Dave's lap, and Dave blushed again as he felt her warm ass pushing his soggy shorts against his groin. 

"Hey, I didn't say that!" he protested weakly. "But, as long as you raise the question, well, I mean, with your, uh, history, isn't that a little..."

"Tempting?" Nancy gave him a ghostly smile. "Dave, every day I'm tempted by booze or drugs, but it doesn't matter whether I work there or in some office someplace. I will always be tempted. That's what it means to be an alcoholic and an addict. Just because I'm tempted doesn't mean I have any interest in doing that again. The last time I was even seriously close to it was the night I met you."

Dave gaped at her. "Huh?!"

She nodded. "Yeah, that first night at the meeting, when I wasn't sure if I should be there. It had been two weeks since the funeral, and people had been pushing me to go, and I had been feeling lower and lower, and every day I wanted to get drunk and buy some coke, more and more. Then, when I finally walked in and talked to you and then ran out, I was running to find my car and find a bar. The only reason I didn't go was that you ran out and stopped me. You saved my life, Dave."

Dave stared at the girl stupidly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally he shook his head, "Nuts, I didn't do anything, you were just fine, I'm nobody..."

Nancy giggled and leaned back in to him and kissed him, silencing him. "So, how was my dancing? As good as the other girls?"

Dave blushed even more furiously. "Listen, I'm an idiot, I know that. I should have never have come over there. I didn't get you in any trouble, did I? I swear, I will never do that again! I mean, I trust you, I really do, it's just that I was curious..."


Leaning back in, Nancy rubbed herself against her lover as she took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately and thoroughly. Finished, she pulled away and looked at him with a smirk. "If I thought otherwise, you'd be headed home right now with soggy shorts, you bastard!" Dave blushed once more, and Nancy crawled off his lap. "Come on, get undressed, baby!" She grabbed a couple of comforters and tossed them down on the rug in front of the couch as Dave begin stripping down. She tossed a few throw cushions down, then sank down in front of him. 

Dave was already stripping off his socks when she began to undo the straps on the high-heeled 'fuck-me' stilettos. "No, uh, please..."

Nancy started. "You want me to keep these on?" she asked curiously.

"Please?" Nancy shrugged acceptance, and he continued. "That's my favorite outfit. High heels, stockings, and a smile!"

Nancy grinned, and adjusted her stockings, pulling them higher and smoothing them out. "It's nice to meet a man with simple tastes," she quipped. "Did your wife wear your favorite outfit?"

"All the time! What can I say, I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy!" Naked, he lay back on the comforters and nestled his head on the pillows. Nancy followed him down, to lay beside him and smile at him with a look of love in her eyes. "Am I allowed to touch you yet?" he asked.

"Honey, right now you're required to touch me!" she answered breathily. She shuddered as he took her in his arms.

Now it was Dave's turn to tend to Nancy's needs. Laying a hand on her hip, he gently pressed her back until she was laying on the comforter, anxiously awaiting his touch. Leaning over her, he began kissing her lips, and she sighed contentedly, closing her eyes and reveling in his touch. Moving his lips from her face, Dave brought his hands up to cup hr bountiful breasts, lifting them to his kisses, and he began to devour her titflesh. Nancy began moaning in delight as he began caressing her body, and gasped as his fingers slid between her quivering legs to cup and probe her slick and hot cunt. Dave tortured her with his hands and lips, taking her through one wracking orgasm after another, even as she cried and gasped, "Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

There was little tenderness when he finally did begin to fuck her. He rolled onto Nancy and rammed his cock into her drenched pussy as she shrieked with her pleasure, then began hammering his cock into her. Dave rode her fiercely, slamming into her cunt, and Nancy loved it. She wrapped her fishnet clad legs around his waist and spurred him on with the stiletto heels of her shoes, and clawed at his back and ass with her hands. Both were grunting like a pair of wild rutting animals, sweat pouring from their pores, until Dave finally let out a low bellow. His back arching as Nancy clung to him fiercely, he slammed his cock into her cunt and began pumping out an endless load of come.

Drained, Dave slumped to the floor , sliding off of Nancy as she slowly untangled her legs from around his waist. Rolling onto his back lifelessly, he panted and gasped back to life as his love clung to him, her own chest heaving with the effort. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed, "It's never been like this..."

"I love you, Dave, I love you!" cried Nancy. She placed her hands alongside his face and began kissing his lips and face feverishly. "I love you, I love you..."

Dave was content to allow the girl to kiss him as he began to gain his breath back. Love? Was she serious? And if she was, should she be? What were his feelings towards her? Dave's mind began moving at a million miles an hour, in a million different directions, as he began to contemplate the possible answers to the questions. Did he love her?

It had been several years since Dave had considered loving a woman, and that woman was his dead wife. Nancy had proven to him that he was capable of being attracted to another woman, but could he love her? What about his sons? What was Nancy's future with him, with them? Could this actually be love?

"What did you say?" he asked gently.

Propping herself up on his chest, the girl looked down at him and whispered, "I love you, Dave." She leaned back in and kissed him quick. "I love you."

"Nancy, I..." Dave was stumped. He had a wild look of despair in his eyes as he contemplated what he should say next. Was he ready for love? "We need to talk, honey." He struggled upright and moved back against the couch, leaning back against, and Nancy followed, leaning against his chest.

"It's okay, Dave. I don't expect you to love me. I just wanted to let you know how much I care for you. You saved my life, Dave."

Dave shook his head, trying to clear the buzzing. He felt like he was drowning and couldn't get any air. It had been years since he had considered such a thing. Could it be...? It was almost as if it was a dream, and he heard a voice that sounded just like his own. "Uh, Nancy, did you have any plans for this weekend?"

She gave him a curious look. "Well, I'll be working at the club, and no, I don't think you should come by."

"No, I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming over to my place. Uh, I'd like you to meet the boys," he said quietly.

Nancy stared at her lover in disbelief. "You want me to meet your sons!?" she gasped out.

Dave shrugged. "Yeah, well, I suppose they should meet you sooner or later. I mean, if we are going to have something here, I have to think about them, you know? I mean, I know what you just said and all, but maybe you should meet my kids before you go overboard, huh..."




Coke Whore



Dave trailed off as Nancy began sobbing, collapsing against his chest as she wailed. Unable to do anything more than hold his arms around her, he listened to her blubber. "Hey, I'm sorry. If you don't want to..."

At this she came upright with a wild look in her eyes. "Dave, why wouldn't I want to?" she demanded through the tears.

"Well, I don't know, but the way you're carrying on..."

"That's because nobody has ever treated me like you before. That was the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me." Confused, Dave simply stared at her. "You don't get it? You just asked an alcoholic junkie whore to meet your kids! Guys like you don't do that, Dave, they don't want me near anybody who knows them."

"Hey, that's not you. I know you, you're not that woman anymore!" he protested loudly.

"I know that! That's what I'm saying, Dave, nobody can get past that, maybe not even me! Nobody wants an alcoholic coke whore to meet their kids!"

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Dave Segrove slowly, as he hugged the girl against him. "Listen, I just said I wanted you to meet the boys, not that I loved you. I don't know if I can love again."

She pulled back and smiled, and wiped her tear-streaked face with a tissue he handed her. She took the box from his hands and set it beside her. "Yes you did, just now when you asked me to meet your sons."

By now Dave's cock was stiff again, from having a beautiful nude woman in his arms and laying against his chest. Nancy glanced down at his erection and smiled shyly. Reaching down, she began tracing her fingers gently along the length of the shaft, and Dave twitched involuntarily in delight. She smiled as she swung a leg over his hips and lowered her sopping cunt onto his cock. "Let me show you how much I love you, Dave."

Dave groaned as the young woman began moving her body against him. Maybe this would work out after all.