11 comments/ 43182 views/ 14 favorites A Tale of Sexual Addiction By: Dinsmore I've touched on this theme before, i.e., sexual addiction. You won't like Bill very much when you first meet him but give him a chance to grow, mature and become healthy. He's not such a bad guy after all. He gets his wakeup call from an unexpected source and turns his life around. Writing about sexual addicts allows me to include lots of really nasty and perverted sex but also the opportunity to grow the character and guide him toward redemption. * "Bill does that little cunt from the office you've been banging take it in the ass?" "Which one? I've fucked just about all of them. You must mean Belinda. She didn't when I started going out with her but you know me, Fred, it's something I expect...require. She screamed, bitched and complained the first time I popped her pooper but she's actually starting to get into it or at least accept the fact that she's going to get her rectum stretched. It takes time and patience but I'm never met one yet that wouldn't give up the back door if she thought it was critical to her future prospects." "You lucky bastard! God I'd like to tap that sweet little rump. I bet she's one damn fine little cock sucker too." "She just gets better and better. I swear to God it's the ubiquitous slut gene...all women have it; you just have to dig for it. She's turning into one delightfully nasty little piece of ass. Why don't you come over tonight after work? She's about ready to move on to the next phase in her development. As a guest you get first dibs...any fuckin' hole you want." *** "Fred's coming over...you know the young guy from my office...you thought he was pretty cute. I told him what a hot little bitch you are...he wants to find out for himself." "Bill? You want me to..." "Put a smile on his face Belinda....you know you want to fuck him... 'seen you checking him out. Look, he's been married for about a year and I gather his wife is for shit. I know she doesn't blow him and her little brown eye is completely off limits. Let's party...you me and Fred." "I don't know..." "Belinda you love cock and you know it! Here's your chance to have two...at the same time...one in that sweet little pussy of yours and one up the butt. You've hinted before that you wanted to try it...don't disappoint me. Make me proud." "You treat me like such a slut..." "The best little slut this side of the Mississippi, Belinda. A very special little slut. My favorite little slut." *** "Belinda, go in there and suck him off while I fix some drinks. Just drop his pants and blow him...I'll be in soon to join the party. And for God's sake, get naked! When I come in there all I want to see is your pretty little head bobbing up and down in Fred's lap...and your sweet little ass sticking up high in the air." "Should I..." "I haven't decided where I'm going to drill you first so yeah, you might just want to work a healthy dose of cocoa butter up your shitter....here." Bill got very hard as he watched Belinda remove her panties, raise her skirt, place on leg on the counter and work the creamy lube up her tender little hole. So pliant...so submissive...so fuckin' easy! Ah, what a pretty picture, Bill thought to himself as he came back to the great room...Fred's eyes were glazed over...Belinda was on her knees in front of the sofa deep throating his over sized tool with her usual youthful abandon and that sweet little crinkle was just winking at him. Fuck the cocktails...I need some tail. He was naked in a flash. "Mind if I bone this little bitch up the ass while she sucks your nuts dry? 'Didn't think you would. Hold still you nasty little cunt...you know where its going...don't stop slurping that cock...here it comes, honey, shut the fuck up and suck cock! You've got one fine, tight nasty little ass, baby...ready for your treat? Here it comes little cunt...yes!" In Bill's opinion there was no such thing as a bad ass fuck unless it was messy and stinky and he'd trained Belinda to be sure that was never an issue. Belinda might just be the best yet. She was still new enough at it that there was some pain; of that he was sure but certainly less with each ample stretching of her once rock tight anal orifice. She accepted the pain now...he was pretty fuckin' sure she even got off on it...needed a man to show her who was in charge...make her do his bidding. She was one more in a long string of stupid little office cunts he'd drilled in the ass...and she would by no means be the last. Women...the best thing about them was that they had three delightful orifices in which he could stick his seemingly perpetually stiff dick. An hour later with Fred's rather oversized tool stroking that fine behind from the rear while she rode Bill's pharmaceutically enhanced prick from below he marveled at the absolute depravity of the scene. What kind of woman lets two guys do her at once in both holes? A slut...dumb little bitch slut who thinks this is going somewhere...his kind of dumb little bitch fuck slut. Weren't they all just sluts? A resounding yes from his experience. Woman existed to satisfy men...give them a tight warm place to dump their load...get their rocks off...little more. By the time Fred went home to his pretty little wife after the "business meeting", Belinda was a mess, cum covered from head to toe. They'd both cum on her face...in her hair...in her mouth and filled both holes at the other end with a healthy load of man juice. He'd kicked her ass out a little after midnight and sent her home. 'Got to keep them in control...don't let them get too comfortable. Now Fred's young wife was something else...unbelievably fine...hard little C cup titties standing up firm and proud, tight little bubble butt....beautiful face...pretty little pout of a mouth that according to Fred wasn't particularly fond of cock. The hottest little blond Bill had ever met. Sure, she was the kind of woman you took home to meet the parents and strolled down the aisle with but she was for shit in the fucking department, or so Fred had told him and anyone else who would listen. Bill didn't need any of that shit. So now you're married and you can get it any time you want but it's...well...not for shit? Bill knew he'd love to tap that little piece of tail...maybe teach her a few things. Bill also knew a wife would never be in his future. He'd heard too many stories about guys who married some sweet young thing assuming the sex would get better after they were married and then... No, he'd learned one thing and that was a bitch does her best fucking when she's trying to get the ring, not afterwards. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd seduced one of the young wives in his office. He'd tapped most of them, at least the ones that were worth his trouble. He had a way with woman... he'd never met one whose pants he couldn't get into if he put his mind to it. Sweet young things that had never had a man treat them like whores...sluts...He might just go after that hot little babe. Fred wasn't really his friend...just another dumb young fuck that worked in his office. He was fucking around on that little sweetheart and not just at Bill's house with Belinda. What the fuck...why not give it a go? He had never quite figured out why they'd come back after the first couple of times. He didn't treat them like a princess the way their husbands did; he treated them like what they essentially were...fuck sluts. He'd coax them into doing things...nasty things that they hadn't done before...wouldn't do before. Come to think of it, he was performing a community service. Fred wouldn't be the first young husband to come into work one Monday morning bragging about how hot his young wife had suddenly become...she'd finally swallowed...rimmed him...given up her pooper...He didn't completely understand the situation between Fred and...what the fuck was her name? Oh, yeah, Jennifer...sweet little Jennifer. He'd noted that Fred certainly had no trouble getting it up, stayed hard and had a big cock yet from the way he talked about it, his sweet little wife didn't seem to "get into it". What the fuck did they get married for, anyway? It just didn't make sense. *** "Hi Jennifer, nice to see you again! I'm real sorry I had to keep Fred at the business meeting so late the other night. We had a lot of stuff to go over before the big customer conference. How have you been?" "Oh, is that what it was, a business meeting?" Bill had sidled over to lay the groundwork with Jennifer while Fred was off playing volleyball and rubbing up against as many young tits and asses as he possible could. It was the semi-annual company picnic. The office girls were reasonably competent employees even though Bill didn't hire them for their clerical skills. "What do you mean, Jennifer?" "Look, I may be young but I'm not stupid. When a man comes home smelling like freshly fucked cunt---and it's definitely not the scent of his wife's cunt---not to mention dried pussy juice and cum all over his balls it's pretty obvious what he's been doing. So, Bill, is getting your young charges fucked and sucked on a regular basis a normal part of your company's benefits package?" "Jennifer, I have no idea..." "Spare me, Bill! Frankly, I really don't give a damn. Fucking Fred is a chore and a bore. He may have a big damn cock but he is a lousy fuck. Twelve months after the wedding I don't have the slightest idea what I saw in him. So feel free to keep him well serviced with your stable of little sluts...it's saved me the trouble of putting up with his excruciatingly clumsy 'love-making'...love...what a fucking joke!" "My stable of..." "Cut the act, Bill. It's none of my business what you do but if you think it's a secret that you hire these little bimbos for their business acumen you are dumber than I thought." "Jennifer, I..." "Came over to chat me up so you could notch my name on your bed post? Forget it...not in your wildest dreams. 'Thought you might just 'teach me the ropes' like you've done with just about ever one of those little sluts rubbing their tits and asses up against my---soon to be---former husband on the volleyball court? Right this second your cock is as close as it ever will get to my pussy, mouth or...ass. I'm sure Fred's told you what a lousy fuck I am but the truth is he's got his roles reversed...he's the one that sucks in the sack. He's got less finesse than a damn gorilla at the zoo." Bill was speechless for one of the first times in his life. "I really don't understand you, Bill. You are a good looking guy---bright, funny and successful. You stay in shape and when you're not on the prowl you are an interesting man with a great personality. You've got a very profitable and respected business and at least when it comes to the way you treat your customers you've got rock solid integrity. But you're not too many years from being little more than another lecherous, dirty old man, traipsing from one little bimbo to the next...getting your rocks off using the power you hold over them to get in their pants, pussies, mouths and I assume butt holes. Life's too short, Bill. If you were still twenty-two, I guess I'd understand---but you're not. You hire these barely qualified little twats so that you can fuck 'em. You pay most of them more than their skills would dictate. Let's be honest here, Bill, you're basically paying for sex...buying prostitutes...fucking whores. Grow up and accept it." And as quickly as she had appeared in front of him, she was gone. People respond predictably to that which they can't accept, whether it be their own imminent death or the complete and absolute shattering of their own life style. Bill went through denial, anger, more denial and slid through the typical stages until much later when he finally accepted the fact that he was fucked up. Fred was served with divorce papers as he arrived home Monday afternoon; Jennifer was gone along with everything she had owned and almost exactly one half of their joint accounts and possessions. She had named Belinda and several other young women as correspondents. Abstracts of depositions were attached. He signed the papers without hesitation the following morning after meeting with an attorney. In this particular state he would undoubtedly have lost more than half if it had gone to court. He also knew that Jennifer's father was a lawyer and assumed that she would have pro bono legal counsel. Bill finally bit the bullet, realized he had a problem and sought professional help. He got in a program not unlike AA and cleaned up his act. He quickly cut Belinda adrift and she ended up moving in with young Fred. Two years later to everyone's amazement, they were married. For a couple of years Bill's love life and dating success were abysmal. He had zero success building any kind of meaningful relationships. He had to completely relearn how to deal with the opposite sex if he was to have any hope of having a real relationship. Thanks to the program and the counseling he finally understood why he had been the way he had and began to find a modicum of satisfaction in his dealings with women. It had been a painful transformation. He had taken the short flight from his home city to the somewhat smaller urban center less than two hundred miles away. He was going to present his sales pitch to a new and potentially very profitable customer. He'd long since upgraded the business skills of his inside staff and with a lot more time on his hands paid more attention to growing his company. He was not remotely prepared for the decision maker sitting in the expansive office he was ushered into; the person who had sole authority to accept or reject his proposal. It had been almost five years but Jennifer looked as fine as ever...more so it occurred to him...and she wore her title of VP of Contracts and Purchasing with confidence. For the second time in memory a woman rendered him speechless. 'Cat got your tongue Bill? It's good to see you...what's it been, five years? Have a seat." "Jennifer, I..." "Bill! Let's clear the air. You are here because I wanted you here. When my corporation decided to out source this particular activity yours was the first company that came to mind. I may not have respected your life style but I always respected your business acumen and integrity---and your customer focus. If we can settle on an acceptable price you will be the front runner. I'll present it to the board but they haven't declined my recommendations to date so I wouldn't think they would in this matter. You probably need to bring me up to date on your company's direction over the past five years but I don't need the whole dog and pony show." Bill set up and went through his presentation, skipping over sections as either he sensed that she didn't need to hear or see them or as she indicated so. "I liked the fact that you put the names and faces of the key customer contacts in your presentation. I'd have to say I didn't recognize many of them though." "I've made a conscious effort to 'retool' from a personnel perspective. I can assure you that in every respect our current customer service group is highly talented, well educated, well trained and focused on the customer. We've had virtually a 100% turnover in inside staff in the last five years." "I noted both maturity and diversity---particularly age diversity---in those faces I saw, Bill, how ever do you manage?" Jennifer said not attempting to hide her sarcasm. Bill paused a moment to collect his thoughts and organize his response. "Jennifer, I'm not the Bill whose clock you cleaned five years ago at that office picnic. The fact that I'm not is...well... I owe you. You hit me where it hurt. You were right. It's been a challenging five years; I was in a program for my particular form of addiction until very recently. I've sought professional help. Looking back, I'm not very fond of the Bill you knew and understand completely why you found me so despicable." "Well good for you, Bill! Good for you! I have to confess I wasn't sure you had it in you. Let's get back to the bottom line; show me some numbers." Bill did so. "I think we're okay on the numbers, Bill and I have confidence that your company is head and shoulders above the competitors in meeting our requirements. I'll get back to you by the end of the week after I put it all together and pitch it to the board. Fair enough?" "Thank you Jennifer. You've been more than fair and treated me better than I deserved." "Water over the damn Bill, water over the damn. My ex doesn't still work for you by any chance, does he?" "No." "I'm probably off base her but a little background would be appreciated. For the record I've haven't spoken to Fred in five years...not since the day after the picnic...the last morning I was living under the same roof with him. I was just curious." "Okay, well, Fred ended up shacking up with Belinda and then they got married about three years ago. I guess in hind sight, addictive personalities don't always stick to one addiction. Fred started drinking and doing recreational drugs. As you would expect he also started fooling around on Belinda and she on him, or so I gather. He beat her up pretty badly one night...ended up in jail. He got pretty badly abused in prison; he was repeatedly raped and sodomized. He got out after eighteen months. Belinda had moved on...no one ever heard from her again. He tried to rob a liquor store one night and the owner put two barrels of twelve gage double aught buck shot in his belly. He was pronounced dead at the scene. That's pretty much the story." Jennifer was pensive for a moment. "Regardless of my unfavorable feelings about Fred, I wouldn't have wished that death spiral on anybody." She paused. "What about you Bill, any of those other addictive pursuits exerting an influence over you now?" "I grew up with two addictive parents; their poison of choice was booze...they were drunks...alcoholics. I never developed a taste for it, probably because I watched what it did to their---and my---life. A beer at a picnic or a glass of wine with dinner but that's it. Gambling? Never got it, never understood the attraction. Drugs scare the hell out of me; I've only tried pot once or twice and the almost instant feeling of loss of control terrified me. I smoke a decent cigar a few times a week and I'm pretty sure if I started smoking cigarettes I'd be hooked but I wouldn't be happy with what it did to my stamina...I like to bike ride...do it every morning. I've learned to understand the roots of my addiction and channel my energy in other directions. I would guess that my particular addiction in retrospect didn't appear to have the health hazards of other ones---even though that has changed in the last few years. Jennifer, it's just like being an alcoholic. The root causes are there and the temptation is always there. Knowing it, accepting it and being determined not to ever again let it own you...all part of dealing with it successfully." "So how is your love life, Bill? I would think you would have settled down with that one special someone by now." "There's been a lot of relearning to do, Jennifer. It's been an uphill trek. I believe I'm capable today of a meaningful relationship but no real prospects on the horizon....you?" "I never remarried, Bill. My issues were different but also, 'a product of my raisin'. Bad tapes from mommy...find a man with a future and get him to give you a ring...security...a woman needs a man to take care of her...all that happy horse shit." Jennifer paused to reflect. "I've endured quite a few of those over-priced hourly sessions over the last five years. I've worked through my own insecurities. Recognized that I don't need a man to take care of me---far from it. I make a decent six figure income; I'm highly respected for the way I do my job. I own my own home and don't need a man to pay the mortgage or for anything else for that matter." A Tale of Sexual Addiction Bill was silent, sensing that Jennifer was not finished. "Okay, so that was bull shit...Christ now you're going to think I'm a lesbian or something! Men and women need each other. Comfort, love, family, respect...equals...caring...even good sex. None of which existed in my short foray into wifedom with Fred. I'm just not sure I can ever see myself being married...again." Bill rose to leave, knowing that his allotted time had long since expired. He didn't want to leave but knew he should...needed to. "I've never been married, Jennifer, but I used to utter those exact same words less the 'again' part when I was the Bill you knew. Today I realize that I was completely full of it. I haven't got any prospects and my confidence that I may never have any scares the hell out of me. I'm not that old...I want a family some day...sooner rather than later. I don't want to look back as a pitiful and lonely old man regretting what might have been but never was. I've taken too much of your time. I really enjoyed seeing you again and I'm very happy to see that things have turned out so well for you. Let me know if there is anything I...our company can do to meet your needs." They shook hands and smiled and he walked back to his rental car for the short drive back to the regional airport. Over the next few months Bill and Jennifer occasionally spoke on the phone but only about business. Bill's company won the contract; he assigned one of his most trusted and older subordinates to handle day to day matters. Once the initial stages of the contract were past there was really no business reason for Jennifer and Bill to have regular contact. At the one year anniversary she came to his office with a couple of other executives for a quick tour as part of an annual review of the business relationship on a Friday morning. Bill's company had performed exceptionally well and the contract was renewed for three more years without consideration of other competitors. After people from both companies shared a business lunch together, Jennifer and Bill lingered over desert and coffee alone. The folks who had accompanied her had plans to remain in the bigger city for the weekend to see mutual old friends and shop. Bill's people returned to work. "So, Bill, what kind of big plans have you got for the weekend?" "I have a new lover. She can be a nasty little bitch!" Jennifer was speechless, shocked by his response. Bill grinned. "Chocolate Lab, four months, not quite housebroken or remotely trained. She is the love of my life and will be getting my full attention over the weekend." "Do you have any experience training dogs, Bill?" Laughing as she understood. "Apparently not, Jennifer. Currently she does exactly what she wants to regardless of what I say." "Would you like some help?" "Huh? Well sure, but I thought you were going back..." "I did have one special girl friend when I lived here; she's recently divorced. We've stayed in touch but haven't spent time together in years. I'm spending the weekend with her." Jennifer seemed deep in thought. "Four months...house breaking should no longer be an issue...they have pretty good control of their bodily functions by then. Can she get out to do her business if she needs to? Do you take her out and make her...." "She hasn't taken a dump in the house in some time. It's normally a strategic tinkle on a valued possession that I forgot to put out of her reach. I take her outside after every meal. She has a doggie door and two fenced acres. I try to get home for lunch a couple of days a week." "That has nothing to do with bladder control or not knowing better. She's sending you a message; she misses you. You've become her life and then you're not there all day. You either need to have someone come by and spend time with her, get a second dog or..." "I do have a lady who stops by three times a day but maybe you're right, she doesn't have any bond with her. You seem to know quite a bit about this topic." "I love dogs and would love to have one but I live in one of those executive developments where fences aren't allowed...nor are big dogs...like Labs. Also, I grew up with dogs. I once thought I wanted to be a small animal vet. I worked for a vet in high school and did dog sitting in college. I work with a rescue group and am a certified trainer. I do it for free now, helping new owners of rescue dogs through the difficult early stages. I'd be glad to help lest you lose patience and decide to dump her at the pound." "Well now that hurt. I love dogs and also grew up with them. This is the first house I've lived in that was really dog-friendly. She can piss on anything she wants and I'd never give her up, I'd just like to get to the bottom of it because I know she's embarrassed when I get home...she knows she shouldn't have done it." "Do you hit her?" "Of course not! Jennifer, never mind. I'd love the help but you've already decided that I'm an undeserving dog owner. I'm sorry; I'm getting angry now. Enjoy your weekend. I intend to enjoy mine." Bill rose to leave having already paid the bill. "Bill!" Bill paused and turned. "Yes, Jennifer?" "I apologize; I was being unfair...sorry...I guess I made the assumption that a man who used to treat women the way you did...let's start over. I'd love to meet your puppy and I can help you train her in a couple of hour's time. Tell me where you live. I don't have anything I need to do for the rest of the afternoon, so..." "Apology more than accepted; old impressions die hard, I guess. Look, I have an idea. I don't need to go back to the office and had planned to go home anyway and spend some time with my baby...her name is Mocha...not terribly original but...Why don't you follow me out there in your rental car?" "Believe it or not, I don't have a rental car, I let the other guys take it figuring I'd take a cab to my friend's house or bum a ride. I packed light...it's all in my oversized briefcase/small suitcase next to me." "Okay, I can either drop you back at your friend's place or if you need you can take my car, leave it at the airport Sunday or whatever and I'll have someone pick it up. I have a truck I drive on the weekends anyway." "That's very generous of you. Let's go see your puppy. One quick stop I need to make if it's not out of your way. I didn't pack anything suitable for dog activities. Could we stop along the way so I can pick up some jeans?" A few minutes later they were in the women's department of a nationally known department store. "Don't you need to try them on?" "I know the brand; I'm also a perfect size six...I might wish I was a four but I'm a six." "You have the height and carry it well...you'd be too skinny as a size four. I'm sorry, I'm not flirting, just making an observation." Jennifer smiled ever so slightly without responding. It hadn't been a remotely offensive comment but she appreciated the fact that he had been sensitive about it. They arrived at Bill's relatively new home out past the urban extremes of the city an hour later after the quick stop at the department store where Jennifer purchased the jeans and a couple of casual tops. Mocha greeted her master exuberantly but quickly attached herself to the new acquaintance. "Where can I change? Love your house by the way...terribly jealous of the huge yard...seems like a lot of room for a bachelor?" "More than I need but I hate apartments, there's a minimum square footage code requirement out here and if I get lucky, well I'm prepared." "Lucky?" "You know, a woman for the ages, a soul mate, a family, children...oh, go to the top of the stairs and turn left...guest bedroom and bathroom." "Mocha seems to want to go wherever you go." Bill observed. To his shock and surprise, Jennifer told her to stay and after several reinforcements of the command, she did so, obviously not happy about it. When Jennifer descended the stairs in her newly acquired dog training duds, Bill had to force himself not to stare. He stood no chance with this woman no matter how much he might have wished it. She knew him...knew his history...knew the old Bill. She would never be able to get the old Bill out of her mind and he felt genuine regret at that knowledge. It was that very knowledge, the clear realization that neither of them could ever mean anything to the other...that there was no possibility of a relationship or romance that removed any hint of sexual tension from the next few hours they spent together. She cared about dogs a great deal; he needed someone to help with his dog. They had a business relationship. He was not really sure they were even friends. She was, however a superb dog trainer and in short order Mocha was responding not only to her but to him as the obedient little pup that she really wanted to be. "Bill, you need to tire her out before you go to work---mentally. This breed can run all day and not get tired but thirty minutes of structured play and training taxes her little brain and will exhaust her. Reward her when she has been good with extended play and structure. She'll eat it up. Find a dog sitter who will do more than just walk outside and stand there with her...someone who will play with her. Wait a minute! The friend I'm spending the weekend with works with dogs---that's how we became friends. She doesn't live that far away. I'll ask her if she has any time available. The other answer is to take her to a kennel---doggie day care---but this is her home. On the other hand, occasional doggie day care is very helpful in socialization. My friend owns and operates such a facility. I'll get you the particulars." Too soon from Bill's perspective, Jennifer was gone; she'd elected to borrow his car. It had been one of the most enjoyable few hours he had spent with a woman---anyone—in as long as he could remember. As he and Mocha settled in for a much needed night of sleep...Bill's dreams drifted toward Jennifer...the woman he was growing so fond of...the woman who had not the slightest intention of ever having anything to do with him....as a man. He was sipping his second cup of coffee and perusing his morning paper the following morning when his phone rang. It was Jennifer. "Look, unless you've got big plans, why don't you get off your butt, get Mocha in your truck and come over here. Jenna---my friend---has just opened a small dog park, only open on the weekends, dozens of dogs of all shapes, sizes and ages. It would be good socialization for your pup." Bill was out the door and on the road with one Chocolate Lab puppy enthusiastically seated beside him. *** "So who is this guy of yours again?" "Not, 'my guy', Jenna...not by a long shot. We have a business relationship, nothing more. I'm not sure we're really even friends. He has a sweet little puppy and he needs some help in that department...that's all." "Bull shit! There's more. Spill it." Jennifer did so. "I'll reserve judgment after I meet him. I know you girl...something about this guy intrigues you." "Look, Bill's not a bad guy; the new Bill is a dramatic improvement over the one I met five years ago. He seems to have turned it around. I mean he was always bright, funny, charming, intelligent, successful...he just was such a shit!" "Is he cute?" "You'll have to decide on that issue." "If he is do you mind if I fuck him?" "He's not my boy friend!" "Look, Jennifer, there is a happy medium between being some sort of depraved, sexually addicted fuck slut---male or female---and wiring your pussy shut---which I'm starting to wonder if you aren't close to doing. I like to fuck; I'm picky and I'm no man's submissive little whore but, come on, sex is what makes the world go 'round!" "I'm not frigid Jenna. I like a good roll in the hay as much as the next girl, not that I've been enjoying very many recently. I'm just not willing to even think about a serious relationship with a guy with Bill's tendencies...history. Fuck him if you want to. Rumor had it that he used to be pretty talented in that department." Bill arrived shortly thereafter; Mocha completely ignored him for the next three hours of blissful romping and playing with the others of her species. Jenna flirted shamelessly with Bill. She was hot...a tall no-nonsense brunette with an amazing ass and a come hither twinkle in her eyes that made his dick twitch. Well, isn't that nice, Jennifer thought to herself! You solved his dog problems and found him a nasty fuck all in the same twenty-four hours. "Your friend seems very nice and she certainly knows her way around dogs." Bill commented innocently. "She also knows her way around a man's cock, Bill. You two should get along famously." Jennifer snapped. "No! Time out! No! You are not doing this shit to me any more. Cancel our contract, I don't really give a shit but I am not taking any more abuse from you over the life I used to live. Enough! Am I going to end up in bed with your friend? It's probably none of your God damn business...we're consenting adults. But in all likelihood, no. Not because I wouldn't love to fuck her and she's damned hot and I'm sure she would screw my brains out, but because she is not the woman I want to grow old with or..." Jennifer shut him up with her lips and no one was more surprised than Bill was...except maybe Jennifer. "What was that for?" Bill said in utter confusion. "You were talking too much." "I do that sometimes." "Do you want to fuck me, Bill?" "No...yes...no!" "Which is it?" "Both. You are one very hot lady and you know it. No man in his right mind would answer no to your question. Right this second I'd like nothing more than to drag your pretty little butt around behind the kennel, bend you over and fuck you silly...if I still remember how. I don't have the foggiest idea what that kiss just meant. I was absolutely positive that, regardless of how much I might have wanted it, you despised me and we could never have a future...a real future together. Now I'm totally confused. So, if I say, 'no' and that means that I get another chance...a chance to win your heart...to mean something to you...something very real and very permanent than the answer is, no with no regrets at least as it stands right this minute." "I'm going to make your dream come true, Bill...you can even fuck me in the ass if you like...I've got an unbelievable tight little ass...the best you've ever dreamed of and I seem to recall hearing that you liked that." Jennifer said, taking his hand and leading him toward the rear of the kennel. He stopped following her; she turned toward him, a mix of anger and something else on her face. "Nope. Not going to do it, babe. You're still testing me. If we fuck now you're as much as telling me it never goes past the fuck. Maybe I'm holding on for the impossible dream but now I think it's time for me to take my puppy and go home. Thank Jenna for the hospitality. Drop me a note and let me know where to pick up my car." Gathering up his exhausted baby girl, Bill drove home confused and unsure of what the future held. *** "You really have lost it this time! He's a hunk and he obviously likes you...hell, more than likes you. It would appear that he forgot his leash. Maybe I'll just take it over to his house...it's a nice one. Maybe I'll even let him lead me around by it...suck his cock, fuck him until he screams...give up my devastatingly attractive rump. Hell, if you're not going to fuck him, someone needs to." "I offered to fuck him. He said no." "He said no because the simple man is fucking in love with you, bitch!" "I don't really care, Jenna. Go fuck him if you want to." *** "Hi, Bill, you forgot your dog's leash. I brought it over...I was in the area." "Come in, Jenna. Care for a beer? I'm having my first of what may be exceeding my normal two beer limit." "I'm not really the girl you wanted to see at your front door, am I Bill?" "Nothing personal Jenna, you are an amazingly attractive woman and if this morning was any indication, one hell of a load of fun. Who knows, we might even find more in common than just screwing. Yes, I'm sure we'd be great in the sack together. Look, regardless of what the future holds, I intend to bring Mocha over regularly and would enjoy being friends. The problem is, I just realized that as impossible as it sounds I've fallen in love with a very stubborn blond who happens to be a good friend of yours. I'm pretty sure I don't stand a chance with her but I'm taking a vow of celibacy until I've exhausted all possibilities." "So, no hard cock for poor little Jenna this afternoon?" Jenna said, moving in and rubbing his cock through his jeans. "Stop it before I call 911." "Okay, but you are one cute guy and if it doesn't work out my bones are available for jumping. Give me that beer and tell me your story; I've got all kinds of time since it's apparent that I'm not going to get laid." Two hours later Jenna returned home to find Jennifer puttering in the kitchen. "So, you've been gone for a while...I suppose that means..." "Oh my God the man is insatiable! And that cock of his is huge and it never goes soft! I blew him twice. He fucked me for over an hour and fifteen minutes later he was pushing that fat cock head against my sphincter...almost split me in two...he has amazing staying power and a very talented tongue....wow! I must have cum dripping out of both holes...I can feel it running down my legs." Jennifer was silent; her eyes moistened. "Well. How nice for you; sounds like you've found a new play thing." "Oh fuck you Jennifer, I did everything including rubbing his cock through his jeans---he threatened to call 911---and for almost an hour and a half we sat there nursing our two beers while he talked about you and little else. If you don't want him I'll damned well take him. I'm sure he's a great fuck...I'm also pretty sure he's a lot more. Shit or get off the pot...you're acting like a fucking child. Go over there. Tell him you're sorry. Fuck him or not but decide if you want him or let him go. He's so fucked up right now he probably couldn't get it up if you stripped down and waved your pretty little ass under his nose. He'd be afraid it was another test. So fine, don't fuck him. Tell him, yes there's a chance. Let's get to know each other, go out together, date, court...whatever. I can't deal with your hang ups any more!" *** "Jennifer, what a pleasant surprise! In the six months I have lived here you are only the second incredibly beautiful and desirable woman who has rung my door bell and to think, twice in the same day!" "Are you drunk?" "Let's see two pints of Guinness over three hours...highly doubtful. Please come in. You're welcome to rub my cock through my jeans...Jenna seemed to get off on that. I'm just giving Mocha her dinner and then a little play, pee and poop time...'want a beer? I'm going to have a third one." "Yes, thank you." Mocha finished her dinner and the three moved outside. "What do you want, Bill?" "The more important question is what do you want, Jennifer? Okay, you asked first, so here goes. You are bright, well educated, fun, you have a sense of humor, astounding legs, a wonderful rump and very respectable boobies. You also have the most amazing eyes and a melt-me smile that I see every time I close my eyes. Nice hair, too, just for the record. You want a relationship...one that'll last a very long time. You want babies, of that I am sure. I want both of those things. It's come to my attention that you just might be the one...the once-in-a-lifetime one...the soul mate. Why, sure, I desperately want to make love to you---notice I didn't say 'fuck' but I'm pretty much convinced I still want to be making love to you when you're ninety-nine years old. So, simply, I want you...on your terms, within reason. You want to take it slow, date, no sex, explore the possibilities? I'm okay with that, but in the end I want you today and every day for the rest of my life. I want you sitting next to me and standing beside me. I want to see you when my eyes open in the morning. I want you to be the last thing I see before I drift off to sleep. I want your kiss to be the last thing I ever feel before I die. I think that about sums it up. You're turn now." A Tale of Sexual Addiction Jennifer answered with a kiss...longer than the first one...more intimate and probing. She broke the kiss first and spoke. "Let's get the sex out of the way right now." "Pardon me?" "Let's go to bed; Mocha appears to be tuckered out so we should have plenty of time...all night. We can make love or fuck, hopefully both; we can fuck any---and every way---you would like, my tastes are diverse. Tomorrow morning we'll talk about the future...figure out if there is one. You've wanted to fuck me for over five years; you've wanted to make love to me for a decided shorter period of time. I do find you sexually attractive...did even five years ago when you were a misogynistic shit head. Let's lay all of this sexual tension to rest and see how we feel in the morning. Take a pill if you like...you are going to need it." "Don't really think I will but if I fail to live up to your expectations..." In an instant Jennifer was naked, letting her few items of clothing stay where they fell. She helped Bill quickly arrive at the same stage. "Anyone see us if we go out on the front porch?" "Not likely." "Then let's start out there. Bend me over and fuck me...hold my hands behind me...drive your cock into me hard and fast....slap my ass...a nice animalistic first fuck, doggie style...just an alpha dog servicing his favorite bitch...play by my rules...no sweet nothings...a slut fuck...the way you'd drill some dumb little slut." "What the..." "Don't talk Bill, unless you're going to talk dirty to me. Pure sluts used to be your primary fare...a little trip down memory lane for you." Bill still wasn't sure what Jennifer was up to...what game she was playing...but as she moved to the edge of the porch and bent over displaying her perfect, ripe, magnificent rump, his dick was as hard as it has ever been and he did her bidding. He reached around to touch her perfect breasts and caress her little slot...and then he was inside her in a single thrust. She responded almost instantly, rolling her perfect hips in rhythm with his forceful thrusts inside her. "That's it, baby, fuck this little girl...drive that big cock deep...fuck me hard...slap that ass...do me mother-fucker...do meeee!" He heard and felt her rising release...she was very close...it took everything he had to hold on...just a little longer...cum for me sweet baby...cum for me...oh yes, now, now now!!!! He pulled her up, turned her around and kissed her, tenderly softly moving across every millimeter of her face...her neck. He held her tight...held on for dear life...he knew he would never be able to live if he couldn't hold her and finally, tentatively at first, and then definitively, he felt her arms surround him and he began to cry...softly against her neck but she could not have missed it. She hadn't. "Bill?" What's wrong...wasn't...aren't..." "Shush, shhhh...don't talk baby...don't say anything....just let me hold you...you hold me...just like that..." Bill picked her up in his strong arms and carried her in all of her naked beauty back inside the house and to the master bedroom, laying her gently on the side of the bed that had never been used before. For a long time he just held her silently, periodically brushing his lips along her neck, at her hairline...her eyes...In short order he was again rock hard and Jennifer did not miss it. She stroked his hard organ and struggled to reposition herself to suck him his fat cock.. "No! Your rules the first time, my rules this time." He said as he repositioned her strong young body and again entered her but this time languorously...slowly...tenderly. He made love to her as he was sure he had never made love to another woman and little did he know that no man had quite loved her the way he did that first late afternoon. They dozed together blissfully until well after dark and then coupled a third time but differently than the first two...playful...giggling...teasing but ultimately every bit as remarkable as their first two efforts. "Are you hungry?" "It's well past my dinner time, what have you got?" "Oh, I'm sure we can find something to throw together; get your lazy butt out of that bed and let's go see what we can create." A small salad and a decent steak graced the small table off the kitchen in short order. Jennifer was wearing an oversized long sleeve shirt of Bill's which she had found in his closet and nothing else. Bill never got much past a tee shirt and boxers. He opened a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. For the longest time they ate, smiled at each other and remained silent. She spoke first. "What just happened here?" I was about to ask precisely the same question. That little routine out on the front porch...delightfully nasty and quite satisfying...but..." "Bill, Bill, Bill! All of the woman you've been with over the years and you still don't get it, do you? It's not really your fault. First you picked the wrong kind of women and secondly you never stayed with one long enough to learn. It's pretty simple. Any woman worth her salt doesn't mind being a fuck toy...slut...now and again...as long as there's more to the relationship than just that. It's so simple, Bill. She wants to be one man's...one special man's...saucy little minx...nasty little slut...dirty little girl. But there's got to be more...love...respect...caring...tenderness...making love instead of just fucking. Let me ask you a question oh, purveyor of nasty little sluts far and wide. Did that first episode on the porch fill the bill? Because we didn't---I didn't---even tap the surface of what I'm capable of. And I guess I'm saying that if we're going find anything to build on here...I'll be your little slut anytime you want me...but it's got to be me and only me...no one else. And I will need a regular dose of episode two...wow...I was very surprised...I thought you'd try but I had no idea you would pull it off. Was it real?" "More real than the front porch...more consuming, erotic and satisfying...more amazing...more earth shattering...I'm not sure I've ever done it before...just made love to a special woman...didn't have any script for that...just went with instinct." "Pretty good instincts for a former sleaze ball!" "Am I ever going to live that down?" "It could take years...decades...a lifetime." "As long as you are beside me I'll deal with it for a lifetime." "Okay." Jennifer said, taking another bight of her steak. "Okay?" "Yeah...okay...let's give it a go...explore the possibilities. Let's find out if there is more to this than better than average sex...I'm particularly thinking episode three, that was just fun...but you get a gold star for number two or we wouldn't be having this discussion." "Where do we go from here...some minor geographic issues but..." "We've both got customers or clients in the two cities we live in and they're not that far apart even by car. If this is meant to be I sense we'll know in short order. I told you in my office one day I don't need a man---never plan to need a man---to pay my bills. I've no intention of quitting my job for the present. If thing work out well...we end up getting married...having children...that'll be a different issue. There's always telecommuting...I bring enough value to my company that they'd try to work something out. There's one more thing...you need another dog...a friend for Mocha. Jenna's got a couple of rescues that might be perfect. Why don't we go over to her place tomorrow and pick one out together? And don't even think of getting any ideas about inviting her into our bed...ours means you and me...no one else." "Oh, darn. Picking out a dog together? That sound like a commitment!" "Ya' gotta' start somewhere."