1 comments/ 9251 views/ 0 favorites I Wish By: Tygrehart I wish I had met you sooner. I wish I had been with you when you first began. I wish I had been that "best buddy" you made in kindergarten, that little boy who had teased you with a spider at the end of a stick, and then mumbled a sorry while holding a freshly picked dandelion after you cried to a teacher. I wish I had been the one to challenged of the school bully when he tried to take your lunch, I wish you had been the one to scold the other girls when they laughed at my haircut. I bet the adults would have called us "Bonnie and Clyde" as we trekked about the playground, ignoring dodge ball and hopscotch in favor of our own self styled missions. What wonders we might have found, what adventures we might have had. I wish we had grown up together I wish that we had come up together through school. I wish that we had been in each other's classes, struggling together in the maelstrom that is high school. Oh, we might have had different classes, we might have had other friends, but when one needed the other was there without question. Would you have helped me with my Math? Would I have helped you with you English? Would those who tormented you have been so eager had I been standing nearby? Would the pain I suffered been as unbearable had you been there to console me? Would we have been King and Queen of the Prom? Or would we have taken pride in our title of Outcasts? I can't help but wonder. I wish I had been your first I wish we had been together when the first stirrings of sexuality began to bloom. I wish I had been there to watch your breast first to bud, when your hips had first began to curve. I wish you had been there the day my voice cracked, the day I began to trade in the scrawny, scarecrow body of boy and filled out in the hard, strong body of a man. I wish your lips were the first mine touched, I wish it your hands had been the first to explore. Would it have been a quiet, romantic night when the parents were away, or the cramped confines of a backseat in the rain? Would we have shyly moved forward, eager but uncertain? Would we have attacked each other ravenously, both desperate to sate the hunger that had built for so long? I wish I was your mate I wish it had been me who asked you wear his ring. I wish it was your ring that now road on my hand. The wedding wouldn't have mattered; big or small, blessed by our parents or cursed by ours we would have made it work. What I would give to have come home to you, what I would sacrifice to have you come home to me. Home, a word, a sentiment, not a physical place or location. Home is where love is, where we feel safe, comforted, appreciated. I would loved to have a home with you, to love and laugh and fight and fuck in security and privacy. I wish I had given you a child I wish it had been my seed that first put a child in your belly. I wish I had been there when you first began to swell with life. I would have cherished you like a goddess every day and every night. I wish I had been there to here the first heartbeat, to feel the first kick, to suffer the first mood swing, and join you in being the first to welcome a new life into this world. I can think of no greater happiness, I can see no greater pride. I wish you were here now The nights grow longer and colder and I find my arms missing you more each night. I know it can not be helped, I know canyons of emotion and bastions of harsh reality stand in our way. I know there is only so much either of us can do. But I look to the stars and I seen your outline, I look to the moon and see your face. I long for you and I feel you long for me. How cruel fate is, how hideous her humor and wit to allow us, two whose bodies and souls feel so much for each other must be kept apart. Of all the wishes I make, of all the yearnings that plague my heart, the greatest is to be with you again. I wish I was with you now, and that you were with me. I Wish "I wish that I'd gone riding this morning. I really miss trotting out with Pieter." "Ah! The famous well-endowed groom." "The very same. You sound almost jealous, Andrew." "I know." "We are great friends. Nothing more: no matter how splendid his endowments. Anyway," Clare shrugged. "Never mind." "I like it when you share intimacies with me." "Maybe that isn't a good idea," Clare smiled. "It might put you in danger of being loved by me." Andrew stared at her, wondering what to say and then leant forward to kiss her. She responded and held him there her hands resting on his forearm as their lips melded together. The kiss lasted a good while, until with a little sigh she broke away and shuffled across into the corner, putting a little distance between them. "That was a joke by the way." "I love the way you tell those jokes," he grinned. "I've never kissed anyone in a taxi before," she smiled back at him, his amusement contagious as ever. "I would have imagined it would be surreal." "You look very attractive sitting in here with me. I could imagine you naked, Clare. There would be leatherette imprints on your flesh: on your bare tummy as you lay belly down and your upper thighs as they are splayed widely." "Ah! No, it is your imagination that is stretched and displayed, Andrew," she giggled. "If you like." "I do like to giggle, unless of course, you don't like: in which case I will cease and desist immediately." "You are very flexible." "Do you mean double jointed, Andrew, or just sexually dextrous?" "Actually I would hope the first a little bit, and expect the second most definitely." "Super-heroine Miss Clare Dextrous to the rescue," she grinned. "She reaches the parts that other girls can't reach!" "Her tongue as agile as a lizards. Her need to be beaten with left over celery sticks." "If you please, sir," Clare cackled gleefully. "And how long have you had these symptoms, Clare?" "Ooh! Doctors and nurses is it now, Dr Andrew?" "I think the taxi driver would object to being turned into an ambulance." "Does that matter?" "That depends on what sort of a mood he is in and whether he is prepared to sacrifice his vanity to you in your glamorous nurse's uniform." "Even taxi drivers need to be loved, Andrew." "You are such a generous girl, Clare." "Well, to be excruciatingly honest, I am not in a playful mood, at least as far as taxi drivers of the world are concerned." "I can stop pouting already then." "Aw! Were you feeling unloved, Andrew?" "I'm feeling tired and listless. I spent too much time out walking in the country over the weekend. The moors are so nice." "Actually, Andrew, I once had a Moorish lover," Clare giggled infectiously. "Sometimes he was nice — so I know." "Are you serious?" "Yes, of course. He kept wanting more." Andrew shook his head. "It was the way he yelled Allah Akbah when he came that finally led me to leave him." "Now your teasing is becoming absurd." "Yes, but you still love it, Andrew." "Yes, I do." "Seriously. I did have a brief liaison with an Arab boy. He was a refugee from Algeria during the troubles there." "You are so cosmopolitan, Clare. All my relationships have been with English people. I don't even have an Irish or Scottish scalp to my name." "You poor insular man." "Was your Arab boy really nice?" "Yes, he was, but he was very chauvinist..." Clare paused. "I don't think they see it as chauvinism..." "And," Clare interrupted and added in a delicious lie:" overly fond of sherbet dip after anal sex." "Are you trying to leave me speechless?" "I will leave you liquorice to eat to stop your complaining," she grinned and then looked at him seriously once again. "Tell me. Andrew..." "Yes?" "I may be too rich a mix for you. Perhaps you should water me down?" "I hardly need to spice you up." "I have to admit to being a practical 'AV' though." "What is an AV?" "An anal virgin," Clare shrugged. "I have often wanted to. I was going to buy one of those strings of beads, but I was too shy to order them. When I come I often feel like it would heighten the experience to have something, um, 'there'." "You have to be careful and gentle." "Yes, that's what I've read. I don't like hurt there, which is maybe why I've not tried it. My who'd have thought that this taxi would turn into a sex therapy clinic?" "A girlfriend told me that my kiss on the bud was nice," Andrew replied reflectively, leaning forward to close the glass panel between them and the driver, "as is the arrow point of a tongue and the soft stroke of a finger." "Kisses anywhere round there are nice specially after a really hard "sherbet dip," she laughed. "Or a really hard spanking, you naughty girl." "I think the pressing of a thumb would be preferable to the calloused palm of your hand." "I'd like to do either to you, Clare." "I know, Andrew but while you were away and after Pieter left, I still had my hairbrush." You be careful with the hairbrush handle." "I will. I you don't want to look like a total fuck bunny." "Or a stuck bunny." "Maybe you do," she giggled perversely. "You know, when I get home, I'm going to look in the cupboard for my fancy dress Easter bunny ears." "Hey, I've just realised. We wrote a poem." "We did?" "Yes, I'll have to remember to write it down when we get to your apartment. Listen: A kiss on the bud is nice And the arrow point of a tongue And the soft stroke of a finger And the soft stroke of a finger "And the moan of the fuck bunny?" "No, you silly Bimbette! And the pressing of a thumb." "Andrew, you are making me moist again," she laughed. "I do so love it when you tell me off." "Is that so misguided of me?" "Less misguided that the shaped carrots and aubergines I've used," Clare blushed. "Is that what you call 'vegging' in?" Clare giggled again, but said nothing, looking down at the floor of the Taxi as it drew to a halt. "Softer than a hairbrush I should think," Andrew mused. "You get out. I'll pay" "Thank you Andrew," she smiled, reaching for the door handle and pausing to gaze down at her fine manicured fingers. "And no nasty, sharp finger nails either." "A blessing I suppose though that may depends on how boiled the vegetable is?" He grinned over his shoulder as he handed over £15. "Noooooo! Raw and fresh and yielding of course; smooth and slick and sweating cool carrot or aubergine juice ... peeled naturally, Andrew." "And lightly shrouded in the darkness of your oblivion?" "Along those lines, yes." "A profoundly empty solitude where you won't sit down for weeks?" "Um...that's what I might be afraid of." "Actually, Clare..." "Yes?" "You'd look very strange with florets of broccoli sticking out there." Her mobile phone rang and she fumbled in her handbag for it, talking away to him as she hunted: "Two former boyfriends wanted to do it to me there and a girlfriend, but I wouldn't let any on them...not with broccoli I hasten to add." "Don't spoil my deliberate misunderstandings with your haste," he pouted and reached over to pull the mobile from her coat pocket and place it in her hand. "Are you saving yourself for the wombat you truly love?" "Nope! I'm just saving my arse! Hey look at this text message. It's Pieter - he wants to know if I'm home alone." "Tell him it's just you and your seven bore shot gun tonight." "Shan't." "Clare." "Yes?" "Turn it off and look at me." "Okay." "I could lay with you in a field and count cloud shapes forever." "Andrew! That is so romantic," she melted and reached over to kiss him again. "Be careful. You might make me want to lick your body until you scream loud enough to frighten all the ducks." "With the arrow of your tongue?" She giggled, pushing the key into the familiar white door and pressing the heavy wood open. "Yes," he said, patting her bum. "I will pull up your blouse and help you to wriggle out of your jeans and kiss you on the crotch of your panties and on the hollow of your belly and hover over you barely touching you." "Shhh! The neighbours." "It's okay. I'll leave your panties on. Decorum, decorum, decorum." They slid into the apartment together, his hands pulling her blouse from her jeans, touching the warm flesh; her hands reaching up to scuffle his hair. Andrew stood still and slid his hands down to her flanks, looking at her admiringly. Clare reached up to kiss his throat as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulder blades, pausing to kiss each one. He felt the swell of her breast gliding against his shirt and wanted to press her down onto the sofa bed to roll her over onto her tummy to massage her slowly. He was impatient now. He pulled the blouse up and unclipped her brassiere, pushing his hands in place to cup the soft, welcoming breasts, while he breathed in the perfume of her recently washed hair. She lay back and enjoyed the press of the cheap fabric of the cushions and the musty smell of the place — unused for longer than the last time she felt that clasp loosen and give or her breasts cupped from behind, the nipples tender between splayed fingers. Andrew reached down to her lower back and planted kisses one after another until she was trembling and wriggling her bottom eagerly — wanting the touch. Clare's hands brushed the fabric and then touched his hands as she responded with a low, soft moan, arching her back up, impatient and needy, desiring and so far unrequited. She lifted her bottom up, parting her thighs slightly as Andrew slid lower to kiss the tops of her thighs. His hands stole round to unbutton her jeans and pull them down over the backs of her hips and then all the way down to the soles of her feet in one smooth unwrapping gesture. Clare felt the whisper of his hair at her feet: dark sleek hair that tickled her ankles, her calves as his fingers crept up to her intimate parts. Andrew pushed her legs apart and sat on the bed cross legged behind her, watching her breathing in and out, pressing her face into the pillow. He observed her until he decided that she was ready to have her thighs parted and the gusset of her panties pulled to one side, so that the 'arrow of his tongue' might slip where none have been allowed to slip before. Clare raised her arms, palms flat on the bed, moulding herself into the mattress, pressing down and then lifting alternately. She felt the arousal in her nipples, her face suffused with the a red blush, warmed by the sensation of rubbing... "Do it Andrew," she moaned softly, then more insistently: "pull them aside." He pressed his face into the soft crease of her lovely bottom, sensing how she was ready- moist...wet even. As she felt the elastic tugged aside, she sensed the air on her wetness and her thighs splayed all the more widely. Andrew began to lick and tease and caress until Clare was sopping with moisture and unable to resist reaching down to touch herself through the material. Andrew watched as she reached under both of them, raising her tummy up off the bed as her fingers slipped onto her fabric covered clit. Meanwhile, he pressed his hands down on her buttocks and placed his fingers in the elastic to draw them down slowly over her cheeks. He smiled as they sat empty at the top of your thighs. And Clare could feel every sensation — the descending thin fabric, pressing at her swollen need. Lifting her thighs again and pressing her face into the darkness of the pillow, she sensed his quick, wicked tongue gliding and probing. Andrew promised himself that he would kiss every centimetre of the pale flesh until he could not resist the impulse to press his mouth and nose into the pliant crease. He let his lips play on her manipulating fingers, as she toyed with herself enraptured. "And the arrow of the tongue finds the tightness of the bud," he murmured. "Shhhh! Just do it!" Clare felt so exposed, imagining being him, looking down on that dark puckered, untouched place. As she did so, unconsciously her fingers began to move faster in the top of her thick dark bush. "Oh my!" "What is it, Andrew?" "There is a taste of carrot and coriander lingering in the locus." "Hush." He chuckled and bent down to his task, watching once more as she rotated her hips in tune to the oscillations of his tongue, trying to lose the image of absurdly overpriced Covent Garden soup and enjoying the sight of her sex lifting to allow her whole hand to press and cup — her palm sliding and rubbing over the slit. Her pushed his palms down, watching the imprint on her wide, open bottom. Then he let his left hand drift down to allow two fingers reach down to join hers, pushing in to the sucking slit to add to her excitement. "Yes, yes," Clare moaned softly into the warm pillow, her breath making little beads of moisture on the fabric as she panted and squirmed under him. "Understanding without effort," he recited quietly, "the language of moist existence." Her panties were stretched almost to breaking as she spread her thighs wider still. The way she was slightly raised up on her knees, allowed him to see the full swell of her mound and her open lips. Her fingers brushed his, as she masturbated herself faster, panting harder now... She wanted his tongue to lick the surplus juices from her inner thigh. She wanted him to deposit a little load of saliva and secretion around the pertness of her behind in a perverse benediction of her flesh. He would make her nether parts atone for her pleasure, letting the punishment fit the crime in the sweetest of fashions. Clare was undulating by then, thrusting up and down on her own hand, making little moans and gasps of pleasure as each spasm moves from her tight tummy down to the V of her pussy. She could feel the roll of your saliva on her sensitive hot place... "Yes Andrew ... mmmmm...fuck me," she whispered as he rolled under her, pulling her up and over him so that she straddled him, her hands reaching down to unbutton and unzip. The loose boxers were scarcely an obstacle, the smile on his face concealed from the world as she leant over him and pushed back, forcing his lips up against her furry cunt. A warmth of sensation enveloped him- the warmth of the world between her thighs, as she reciprocated reaching down to touch him with one hand, a prickling sensation adding to the heat and musk between her legs. Clare's mouth opened to take him in as he began to lick and tease and pull her hips apart, his head rest on the back of her calves as her limbs crossed under the back of his neck, pulling his head up, so that he could reach up and slide his fingers from the wetness of her sex to the tightness of her crease. "Clare?" "Mm?" Looking back at him over her shoulder crouched as she was, with his erection in her hand. "Do you have any handy discarded vegetables of the genus carrot?" "No, but I have got a nice, fat cock in my hands." "I couldn't help but notice." "Me too." "Surprising that." "Hardly." "Andrew?" "Mm?" "Fuck me." He pretended to look dubiously at the imaginary vegetable clenched in his fist. "Andrew," she laughed. "I need to come here." "What, now?" "Please, Mr Andrew, sir, I want to be a very naughty girl." "You are very much so, young lady," he grinned and reached up to slap her posterior. "Playing with the invisible vegetable rack without permission." "Fuck me, Andrew. Please," she begged, leaning down to kiss the head of his cock. "And what should I fuck my sweet little darling Clare with?" He taunted, reaching up each side of her hips, his hands playing over her bare cheeks, slapping and pinching lightly and then pulling her down to his face to bite her lightly "Your cock, Andrew; your tongue; the vegetable; anything." "Oooooooh! Desperation. Goodie!" So saying he pulled her wet, hot, musky cunt hard down onto his mouth forcefully, as if wanting to consecrate her cunt on the pyre of her burning desires. "Mmmmmm, Andrew. I really do need to come now," she blushed "You need my tongue in your cute little arsehole pressing into the dry and unexplored interior?" "Do it! Yes," she moaned as she began to masturbate his fine upstanding prick with one hand reaching down to caress her so wet cunt with the other. "A hunter lost in the tight little cavern, seeking a way into the maze of your desires." "Enough with the poetry already!" She squealed, rubbing cunt and cock faster. "Just fuck my arse, Andrew." "Fuck (lick) your nice round (lick) buggerable bottom, Clare?" "Torturer." "The tight little enclave that you save just for me?" "Yes, Mr Andrew, sir...you can have it...tight and hot." "Kneel on the floor, girl." "Yes, sir." She slid off him and crawled down onto the carpet as he raised himself up on one elbow, watching her catlike movements. "Bend down and play with your puffy cunt lips." "Yes, Andrew." "Arse up, girl." "Yes, sir." "Nice." He watched her hands hover around the velvety slit, fingers reaching up to expose the musky darkness to him. He saw her start as her index finger made contact with the crinkly folds of her vagina, exposing the secrets of her sex. Then he pulled himself onto the edge of the bed and pushed up to crouch behind her, listening to her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh god!" she murmured as she felt the stab of his hardness into her untried behind. "Nice and tight," he muttered happily as he pushed in more firmly, impaling her on his saliva covered cock, listening out for the light gasping as he winged his way into her fundament, ramming her hot little hole, filling her entire universe. He looked down to see her knickers perched precariously around your ankles — all dignity gone in her search for a little death on the shores of eternity. And as he fucked her, she could only pant harder and think to herself how she was so very near to the oblivion she sought. She tried to keep as still as she could to amplify their respective pleasure by the tense connection between them. "Clare?" "Mm so near, Andrew. So very near." "Come for me, Clare. Come you lovely slut. Let me hear the burning sob of your desire." He pushed into her as deep as he could and then withdrew, just leaving his cock-head nesting in her tightness. And then repeated the gesture, creating excruciating feelings in the woman. "Oh fuck I am going to, Andrew. I want to be your ass slut...cunt slut...your wanton hot girl." He reached round to her tits and cupped her, squeezing and feeling her big heart pounding, stretching her anus on his embedded prick, his gestures smooth and forceful like his words, now he was fully in control. "Come, girl. Come Clare. Scream my name as you give yourself away." "Andrew - do me — do my arse...do my hot slutty cunt now! I'm going to... "You know where you belong, Clare, You sultry little cuntlet." He pressed into her, slapping her buttocks as he sodomised her, murmuring meaningless endearments, as she yammered her excitement in front of him. Perspiration beaded both their faces as she squeezed him and came. "Ohhh myy goddddd! Andrew, Andrew, Andrew" "You poor...you innocent... you little...bum fucked...child," he smiled, pausing to press home after each word, watching her get her breath back and then, suddenly realising from the blind stare she gave him over her shoulder that she was not finished. She needed more brutal thrusting into her arse to make her complete her quest and he was going to give it to her, again and again and again, until she could never, ever hope to regain her sense of equilibrium. "I will have to spank you very hard indeed you realise, naughty girl," he intoned, trying not to chuckle at her helpless surrender, knowing that his words and his embedded prick would bring her over the edge, "on your freshly fucked posterior..." I Wish "Mm...ooh...god...yes...spank...yes," she stuttered as she felt herself lifted up on the crest of a wave of delight, hearing him faintly through the rush of blood to her head. "I will have to smack your pussy too, until you come for me like a beacon lighting the whole damned apartment." "Ohhhhhh...mmm," she sighed, as he slid from her." That was so... so nice." "I noticed you seemed to be enjoying yourself." "I came about three times," she blushed. "The second really hard." "Kiss me, you sweet lovely," Andrew smiled, pulling her back and cradling her in his arms. "Oh Andrew," she panted, trying to get her breath back and leaning back to kiss him as his fingers played idly with her nipples and caressed her tits. "I am so glad to have given you the pleasure." "Thank you! Thank you...mm...that was lovely, Andrew," she sighed leaning back against his collar bone and raising herself up to plant a huge wet kiss on the underside of his chin. "Pull your panties up like a good little tartlet." "Stop making me laugh with your sweet commentaries." "You decorated my cock with your sweet secretions. You can suck it clean later." "Yes, sir." There is time enough for that, Clare, though, perhaps you should go riding less often." "Then I would get fat and flabby and I would squash Pieter when I fucked him." "I am sure that I could devise some other more productive form of exercise to give you a good feeling and deprive Pieter of that pleasure," he leered. "I love for you to enjoy yourself." "Yes, the good feelings are the best," Clare purred, twisting round and laying belly down on the carpet. "I wish they would last for ever." He reached out for her, pushing her face down towards his dirty cock. Then he leant over her to kiss the crown of her head as her lips made contact. If she was still listening, as she bent to her task of suckling and pleasuring and sending delightful feelings from his groin to his mind, she might have heard him murmuring in agreement. I Wish There was a knock at the door. "Who could it be so early in the morning?" I had just recently moved into the neighborhood but because of work, being on call and everything I was unable to get in touch with my neighbors. Today should have been the perfect day, Saturday, to do this sort of thing. But in addition to the fact that I can't exactly cook, I need to clean the house which hasn't been dealt with since a moved. Clearing through the pieces of cardboard, safety wrap and plastic bags I opened the front door. Looking up I saw a tall- 6ft, blond curly haired Caucasian male. He looked to be about 18, barely legal; compared to my 27 years I felt utterly old. Wiping my hands on my apron I pulled a scrunchie from my pockets and caught my brown curls into a ponytail. "May I help you?" I inquired peering to see if anyone else was outside. Surprisingly none of the other neighbors were out doing their usually Saturday activities. "My college is doing a survey," he began shyly "I'd like to know if you have any time for me to conduct an interview?" he blushed. I looked at him questionly. Then I noticed that I was barely dressed- just a pink bra underneath my white apron that tied neatly around my neck and waist exposing my whole back and very short white skirt. The whole thing could be seen through. "Do come in," I quickly ushered him in before anyone else saw me like that. Leading him through practically rubble, we surprisingly ended up in the kitchen/dining room. He sat at the 4 seater round dining table as he took out his papers for the survey. Standing behind the kitchen counter adjoining the dining room I rested my elbows on the cold tiled marble as he took out his pen, pencil, eraser and a bunch of other utensils. As if trying to ease the tension he asked "How long ago did you move in?" "About 1 month ago but I've been so busy with work, being on call on all, this is my 1st day off to actually get things out of the way," I began "What is it you do for a living?" he asked as I assumed his survey began "I'm a doctor at the Memorial Hospital downtown," "Wow, there aren't many ebony people in these parts but even worse ebony doctors," he smiled as he scribbled something on paper "I hope I didn't offend you just now." He ended after realizing he had said it out loud. "Oh no none taken, I don't think I'm old enough to take offense yet," I began smiling; he stared at me for a long period, so much so I felt there was something in my teeth. He looked around "Are you married?" "Nah, I wish," I began "I wouldn't be doing all the cleaning all by myself," I chuckled a bit "I definitely wouldn't have so many sex toys either." Realizing a little too late that I said that aloud I looked across at him; seemed as if he didn't hear. "Would you like something to drink?" I finally offered after the silence "Yes please," he began "water would be fine" "As if I have anything else," I muttered as I took out what seemed to be the water bottle and poured both him and myself a glass. "Thank you," he said as he took the glass, his fingers lightly brushing against mine. The reaction of my body to him told me I definitely needed to get out more. "So," he began "do you masturbate often?" I looked at him raising a questioning brow, and then taking a sip of my water I choked. This wasn't water..................it was Vodka. "Don't drink that!" I shouted reaching for his glass but he pulled back; allowing me to collapse atop him. The chair had been turned over- he was lying flat on his back, while I was propped on my palms on either side of his body, my right knee nudging him between both his legs. "I'm so sorry," I whispered urging myself into a standing position. Offering my hand to help him up he asked "About inviting me in, exposing your sexy chocolate body, giving me vodka, lying a top me or giving me a hard on?" "Uhhh," I didn't know what to say at that point as it certainly wasn't intentional for it to have turned out that way. Backing away I began to stammer "I wasn't expecting anyone today," I paused to gulp "and I hadn't noticed I was out of water," I continued to make excuses "Which doctor do you know has a fridge full of vodka?" he questioned as he began backing me into a corner "Which doctor do you know has a box full of sex toys?" I was totally against the wall now. "Which doctor you know is as sexy as you?" he focused on my bright pink bra as he said this, ultimately warming my cheeks and other places I fail to say. "Which doctor do you know masturbates on her kitchen counter?" he now cocked a brow "Wait a minute," I protested as his hands now barred my exit "I didn't tell you that I........." "I watch you," he smiled as his face was now inches from mine "Dianne." "I don't recall telling you my name Shane?" remembering I had noticed it on his name on his school ID "I've been watching you ever since you moved in," he began "bet you didn't know I lived right across you." "You didn't put up any curtains for a while so I could see EVERYTHING you did through my room window." He continued. "How dare you?" I lifted my hand to slap him but he reacted quickly and held both my hands in one of his, slamming them above my head against the wall. "I knew today was cleaning day," he began again "and I know you don't wear underwear when you clean." I blushed. What was this boy up to? Why was he so close to me? Why was I so aware of his masculinity? "I love your ebony color, your dark brown eyes, your dark curly hair," he pulled the scrunchie, freeing my hair onto my shoulders. Nuzzling his face into the groove of my neck he inhaled my scent before he licked the sweat from my body. Before I knew it he had pulled the apron loose from my body exposing my flat stomach and tattoo on my hip. Releasing my hands he knelt before me, embracing my body as if I were some goddess. My left leg placed on his right shoulder and my right leg on his left- my legs were parted in front of his face. I wanted to tell him to stop; I wanted to say 'don't do it'; but when his lips parted only a scream exited mine as his tongue delved into me. Flicking his tongue over my clitoris I couldn't control how wet how I got after especially considering he had a tongue piercing which did wonders for me. Even though he was the one supporting my weight, after my legs started to tremble I could no longer hold my own. Down we went "Hahahah," I laughed "I can't remember the last time I had so much fun," I giggled but when I looked over at Shane- he was completed undressed, and I hadn't even noticed that he had removed my skirt. The only thing I had left on was my bra as he stood erect in front of my very eyes. "Do you know how many times I masturbated to you masturbating?" He looked down at me and I saw the seriousness in his expression "Do you know how many times I imagined what your scream would sound like? How you would feel or taste? Do you even know what you do to me?" he asked finally as he knelt before me who was seated- my back against the wall. He closed the distance between us and kissed me forcefully- as if; if he didn't do it this way I wouldn't have given in. I kissed him back- sucking on his tongue at 1st then his lower lip as he did the same to me. I tasted myself on his tongue and I couldn't believe how long it had been since I was with a man. But this wasn't a man- it was a boy. This was wrong on so many levels but it was too late for that now; too late for me to turn back. I took me everything to break free from the kiss. Now kissing him on the neck, I began trailing bits of wet kisses all over his body until I reached his lower torso. "This is definitely real," I mumbled as I took him whole into my mouth. He groaned aloud as if it was pleasurable yet painful and I remembered my teeth grazed him; A habit that I forgot about. "Dianne," he breathed my named and I couldn't help but smile "I want you so bad." "Shut it boy I just started," I said muffled. With his cock head between my teeth, I swirled my tongue around the red bud of his cock as I massaged his balls. "Mmmmmm," I moaned as I slurped up some of my saliva. It was like a popsicle- the more I kept my mouth open the more it ran and the more I ended up licking it. "I want to come inside you," he strained Finally listening to him I climbed on top of him and removed my bra. Looking up at me he smiled as he pressed my hard nipples between his index and middle fingers- rubbing them together until goose bumps appeared the dark area of my nipples. I shuddered as I tried to position myself onto him. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," I screamed aloud as it went in. he now grabbed hold of my breasts- squeezing the mounds into his hands as if it were play dough. I bit my lower lip as I bounced up and down on top of him "I'll never masturbate again!" I screamed as I began riding him fast and hard. It had been so long- working with shitty old men and no young male doctor my age was even interested in anything more; such a waste were their wives. The more my pussy stroked his cock the wetter I got- slowing down I noticed the slick wetness between my legs and on his dick. Not able to fight the urge, I slid off to suck him off. He was like a toy in my hands. I did what I wanted to him and took what I wanted. All my morals flew out the window the hour he rang my doorbell. Getting off him I stood and outstretched my hand. He grabbed hold of it and I pulled him to his feet. Turning my back to him I spread my legs and pulled him toward me. My palms now against the wall I figured he knew what to do. He bent his knees- positioning himself and with one swift move thrust into me again. Holding onto my breast he pumped my pussy with his young adolescent of a cock. I could hear the smacking sounds and it drove me crazy; music to my ears. I smiled wishing there was a college kid at my door everyday conducting an interview. "Ahhhhhhhh Shane," I muffled as he delved the fingers of his left hand into my mouth, using the fingers of his right to rub my clitoris into climax. I accepted his fingers sucking on them as he did me the honorable favor of pumping my aching pussy. "Dianne?" he asked "Can I come over tomorrow?" "You can come every hour if you want?" my breathing increased as I felt myself coming. Just then the doorbell rang "Who could it be at this time of the morning?" I asked, clearing through the pieces of cardboard, safety wrap and plastic bags I opened the front door. Looking up I saw a tall- 6ft, blond curly haired Caucasian male. He looked to be about 18, barely legal; compared to my 27 years I felt utterly old. Wiping my hands on my apron I pulled a scrunchie from my pockets and caught my brown curls into a ponytail. "Déjà Vu?" I asked as I ushered him inside. I Wish It's been a bad year. My girlfriend kicked me out of her apartment when my unemployment ran out and I couldn't find a job. It didn't matter that there were no jobs. She moved someone else in, someone who could help her with the rent, her sister. It wouldn't surprise me if the two of them were having an incestuous lesbian relationship. They both nag at me the same way and in the same disrespectful voice. "Get a job, you lazy bum." Now, without a job, out of money, I was out of options, and nearly out of hope. I was desperate. Drastic times call for drastic measures. It was time I needed to be over the top and drastic. Never having done anything like this before, I decided to rob the jewelry store downtown. Judging by the number of items in their display window, I knew they bought more inventory hoping to sell for Christmas. I figured today, Monday morning, was a good time to hit him, before he made it to the bank with Saturday's receipts. The back door was in the alleyway behind the shop and that was where I'd make my forced entry. I had been casing the joint for a while and I knew the kind of car the owner drove, a black Audi. No one else in this neighborhood owned a car as nice as that. I waited at the corner for the light to change to cross. I was early. I wanted to be there before he opened the store. I was planning to set up behind the dumpster, while pretending to be a homeless bum and surprise the owner, just as he opened the door and turned off the alarm. Waiting for the light to change from don't walk to walk, I watched the cars speeding through the big intersection. Everyone's in a hurry today. There was a truck with no intention of stopping, I could tell in the way he sped up, as soon as the light yellowed. Now speeding through a red light. he barreled through the intersection. I couldn't believe my eyes when an old woman holding a blue bucket filled with cans and bottles, chose this time to cross the street without looking. "Hey! Look out," I said just barely grabbing hold of her arm before the truck knocked her from this life to another. The truck came so close to my face that if it had razor blades mounted on the side of it, it would have given me a close shave. The turbulent air from the big vehicle blew us both backwards into a parked car. She was a bag lady. I've seen her around here before. She was old, ugly, and smelly. Yet, I felt good saving her miserable life for her to live another day scrabbling to collect cans and bottles. "Let go of me," she said shooting me an ungrateful stare, even though I had just saved her life. "Lady, another step and that truck would have exploded you like a watermelon hitting the pavement from 3 stories. I saved your life. You could at least say thank you." She had a curious twinkle in her eye that I couldn't help but wonder about. This woman was more than a bag lady and I wondered what was her game. For some reason, I was still holding on to her arm, as if I was a cop and she was my prisoner. "You're right," she said. "Sorry, but I've been a little bit preoccupied lately. I don't normally meet someone nice, someone willing to risk his life for mine, and someone who has a thing for old, bag ladies. Now, let go of my arm, you pervert," she said looking up at me with a crocked smile that showed a missing front tooth. "I don't say thank you to anyone," she said. "But because you saved me from certain death, I'll do better than that. I'll give you a wish, one wish." "A wish? What are you a witch or something," I asked giving her a long and hard look? "What's your name?" "My name is Ruth, but everyone on the street calls me Bucket because I carry this little blue bucket everywhere I go, as a reminder of my house that my neighbors burnt to the ground. The bucket was spared because it was submerged in my well, but I fixed them," she said with a slyly satisfied smile. "I don't think I want to know how you fixed them," I said taking a step back away from her, but not letting go of her arm for fear that she'd run away. "Do you want your wish or not," she asked with a nastiness to her voice that told me to be weary of her? "Let me give you the witch test," I said reaching out my hand and feeling her tit. It was cold alright. Definitely, she was a witch. "Hey, stop that. Let go of my tit, you perverted son-of-a-bitch." She was someone that I wouldn't want to double cross. Certainly, even though she was small and harmless looking, I wouldn't want to run across her in a dark alley. No doubt, she was an insane homeless person, but there was an evilness about her. Maybe she was a witch. Her tit was cold enough. She could be a witch. Only, if she was a witch and could cast spells, make potions, and grant wishes, wouldn't she be living better than living on the street? It was eerily prophetic that she said that she'd grant me a wish because my favorite story as a kid was Aladdin. I used to imagine finding the magical lamp, rubbing it, and making a wish, before taking off on a magic carpet ride. I spent years looking for that damn magic lamp while perfecting the perfect wish I'd ask, should I ever stumble across the lamp and the imprisoned Genie, and here I am holding onto a witch who is willing to grant me a wish, one wish. What should I wish for? Should I wish for good health or immortality or to be on the safe side, good health with immortality, even? Should I wish for a billion dollars so that I can buy houses, jewels, cars, and travel the world or with the rising cost of living, maybe ten billion? Should I wish for happiness? How would I even define happiness never having known it? Peace is a good thing to wish for? Only, should I wish for peace only for me or for everyone? Or what about wishing for knowledge and being able to understand everything, even the reason for life and what happens when you die? Wow. I know, I remember now. I remembered the wish that I had come up with should I ever find myself in the spot that I'm in now. I remembered the wish I'd make should I ever come across that magic lamp and was confronted by a Genie that I had let out of his prison by rubbing the lamp. "Yes, I'd like my wish," I said holding on to her tighter. "Hey, you're hurting my arm, fuckwad. Let go of me." "Sorry," I said. "I'll let go of you after you grant me my wish and not before." I reached in my pocket, pulled out the handcuffs that I had intended on using on the jewelry store owner when robbing his store and slapped them on her wrist. "Hey! What the fuck," she said wiggling her hands behind her and trying to break free. "I'm not into bondage, you sick psycho." "Bondage? With you? In your dreams," I said. "Let go of me," she said trying to get the attention of people walking by us. "Help!" "It's okay, I'm a cop," I said to the curious people walking by and staring. It wouldn't have worked had I said, it's okay, I'm a criminal. Surely, they would have called a cop had I said I was a criminal. "Just tell me the fucking wish, so that I can be on my way," she said. "It's Christmas. I have things to do." She was such a miserable, old woman with an awful potty mouth. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" "Don't you talk about my mother. She taught me everything I know," she said raising her chin with pride. "How's that workin' for you," I asked with a laugh? "You're a homeless, bag lady." "That's just a disguise, you moron," she said. "I can't hardly appear to people wearing my black hat and flying around on my broom, now can I?" "You can do that, fly around on a broom?" "Just make your fucking wish already, asshole," she said spitting out her words. I reached down to the one wish that I had come up with as a kid hoping to find Aladdin's lamp, rubbing it, and waiting for the Genie to appear, before telling him my wish. "Your wish is my command," I imagined he'd ask me. "And what is your wish little boy," I imagined him saying. Finally, I said now, what I imagined saying then. "I wish..." "Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, spit it out. I don't have all day. I have cans to collect before the other bums get them. What is it? A new car? A million dollars? Knowing you as a do, after you felt my tit, figuring you haven't had sex in a while, you'll wish for a beautiful girlfriend, one who swallows?" God, this woman was so friggin' nasty. A witch or working for customer service at the merchandise return counter of a department store were the only occupations that she could do with that caustic and negative attitude. "I wish for an endless supply of wishes." "Endless supply of wishes? You can't do that," she said shaking her head. "One wish is all you get. One wish is all you can have. One wish is all that I'm granting you. You can't have an endless supply of wishes. Nope, no way, not today, Jose. Now, make your one lousy wish and let me be on my way." "That's my one wish. That's all that I'm wishing for, one wish, an endless supply of wishes." "I'm not granting you an endless supply of wishes, you dirty bastard," she said. "You have to," I said. "I saved your miserable life. I don't know much about witches and what you all do, but I know, much like a Leprechaun with his pot of gold and a Genie trapped in a bottle of a magic lamp, you have to grant me my one wish or something horribly bad with happen to you. Right," I asked looking down at her? She wasn't much more than five feet tall and too ugly to look at for an extended period of time. I would think that if I was a witch, I'd put a spell on me so that everyone would see me as beautiful. "Okay, okay," she said. "Roses are red and violets are blue, now I said and don't ask me why, here are an endless supply of wishes for you. Now, let me go," she said. "Take off these handcuffs, so that I can stick them up your ass." "Not so fast, Lady. How do I know I have an endless supply of wishes?" "Make a fucking wish, you moron," she said. "Okay," I said looking around the street before looking down at myself. "I wish my cock was bigger," I said. Immediately, I could feel my cock swell. "Oh, my God," I said feeling my cock through my pants. "That's amazing." "Happy now," she asked? "Now take off these cuffs." "Wait, that's only one wish. You may have tricked me into believing that I have an endless supply of wishes, when I only have the one. I'm on to you." "There's only one way to find that out, idiot. Make another fucking wish." I looked at her. She was so nasty, so ugly, and so smelly. "Okay," I said. "I wish you were blonde, tall, and beautiful with blue eyes and bigger tits." Instantly she transformed herself into this beautiful blonde. I couldn't believe my eyes. I reached my hand out again and felt her tit. It was still cold. I felt the other one. Both her tits were cold. "Was it good for you," she said with a sneering smile. "I wish you didn't smell and that your tits were bigger and not so cold." Immediately, the smell of her was gone replaced by the smell of peaches and vanilla and her boobs swelled from a C cup to a D cup. I reached over and felt her tit again. "Happy now?" "Perfect," I said. "Okay, you have your endless supply of wishes," she said. "Now let me go." "Not yet," I said looking at her. She was so damn beautiful and her tits were so warm and so perfect that she didn't even need to wear a bra beneath her dress. "I need a private moment with you in the backseat of my car," I said pulling her towards my car parked in the alley. "Hey, hold on, motherfucker," she said. "If you think I'm going to give you a blowjob, buddy boy, you're out of your mind. I haven't sucked a cock in, God, forty-seven years, after I sung Happy Birthday dressed as Marilyn Monroe to President Kennedy and he escorted me to the oval office. I fixed him for degrading me like that by putting two bullets in his head." "That was you? You were the second shooter from the knoll?" "Yeah, that was me alright," she said as proud as a peacock. "Was that you with President Clinton, too?" "No, that was Monica Lewinski. She's my friend's daughter. She's a witch, too." "Wow," I said. "I had no idea." "We witches are everywhere. We're unionized. Hillary Clinton is one of us." "No shit." "Listen, you have your endless supply of wishes. Let me go. These high heels you put me in are killing my back." "Just a little way more. My car is parked over there." "That's your car," she asked? "An AMC Pacer? You must have the last American Motors car on the planet. I think you'd better wish for a better car because I'm not getting in that thing." "You're right," I said. "I wish I had a limousine with a driver, who is also my bodyguard." "Wow, good wish," she said. "A Maybach limousine. I didn't know I had that one in me." "Sir," said my driver opening the door. "Where shall I take you?" "Just drive," I said getting in the car. Once seated inside, I closed the partition window for privacy, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. It was massive. My cock was not only long but also thick. It was the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. "That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," she said. "I do good work, don't I?" "Thank you for this," I said. "I'm not sucking your cock," she said looking up at me. "I don't care how beautiful it is. Besides, I'm a lesbian," she said. "You're not lesbian," I said too enamored with my cock to put it away. I just allowed it to dangle. "I am," she said. "Oprah and I go way back. Besides, how do you know I'm not lesbian? You don't know me. I could be lesbian," she said looking at me, as if I had just insulted her by not believing she was lesbian. "Just drop me off at the next corner. I have stuff to do today," she said. "I need to make sure that once you leave, I'm left with my endless supply of wishes," I said. "I don't want to end up like President Kennedy." "I wouldn't do that to you, not after you saved my life," she said. "Trust me." "Yeah, okay, sure," I said rolling my eyes. "I'm not going to trust you," I said thinking of what I could wish for to make sure that I had all my wishes intact, before she left me. "I wish that you can't make a spell or use a potion against me to remove my endless number of wishes." "Fuck," she said. "You thought of everything, didn't you?" "Let's hope," I said, removing the handcuffs from her wrist. "You can drop me here," she said. "There's always cans and bottles in these abandoned lots. "Pull in here and stop the car," I said to the driver. He pulled off the road and parked on an abandoned tract of land. "Have a nice life," she said reaching for the door handle. "Wait, before you go," I said. She had transformed herself into such a beautiful woman. She was everything I had imagined a woman to be. She was a cross between Kim Basinger and Tuesday Weld. "I wish you'd give me a blowjob." "You asshole," she said suddenly leaning down and taking my new, big cock in her hand before taking it in her mouth. "Suck it, baby, suck it. Blow me. Yeah, that's it, I wish you'd use a bit more tongue. Oh, yeah, that's better. I wish you'd use a bit more hand action. Perfect. I like that. That feels great. I wish you'd swallow. Wow, oh, baby. That was awesome. That was the best blowjob I ever had." I exploded a huge load of cum in the witch's mouth. "Fuck you, you asshole," she said pulling my cock from her mouth, as if she was pulling a cork from a bottle. She opened the door and spit whatever was left of me in her mouth on the ground. "Thank you for the blowjob," I said. "Bye," I said as she opened the car door and launched herself out of the car. "I'm still number one," I said as I turned in time to watch her give me the middle finger salute. Immediately, as soon as she left the limo, she transformed back into a bag lady. I drove off in the sunset making whatever wishes that came to mind. Ah, life is good. I Wish... A Middle Aged Rant I am enthralled with breasts. I am certain that bigger is better. I have an auto-reflex to large breasts; I immediately think that women with large breasts are sexier and more sexual and better in bed. I know that isn't necessarily true. But I still think it. Women with small breasts reading this will probably get pissed and quit reading this. Sorry. Not really. I married a woman with A cups. That makes no sense to me. When I was young there was no internet and almost no porn. I used to jack off to JC Penney and Sears catalogs, the bra pages. Just like in "Something about Mary." I was seventeen when I felt my first woman breast. It was fantastic. She was a B-cup. Nice. But I can't talk about that. In college I dated a chick with absolutely no tits. We fucked once, but I could barely keep it up. She was pretty sexual, but the no tits thing bothered me. She later got implants that looked kinda stupid. I used to call in sick sometimes to work so I could stay home and rent porno movies of big-titted women while my wife was at work. My record for jacking off to porno was 9 times in an 8-hour period. My cock was tired for a few days after that. I think that's a lot, maybe you don't. The first porno I ever rented was "Holly Does Hollywood" with Christy Canyon and an Illegal actress of another name Traci L. This was in the mid-80s. Christy Canyon has D's or Double D's. Christy Canyon could lick and even suck on her own nipples. That was in like the first 10 minutes of the film. I jerked off 3 times to that. I didn't know that was possible, women licking their own boobs. I think women sucking on their own tits is fucking hot. It's the hottest visual in the world, in my opinion. Models and porno actresses don't do enough with their tits. Mostly they just stand there or maybe squeeze them. They should always lick their tits, and suck them if they can. I get pissed when I see a fantastically breasted model just holding her tits. Suck them for god's sake. Do something, don't just stand there. Christy Canyon wouldn't do facials though, or swallow cum. She would suck a cock right after it came, but she didn't do cum-in-the-mouth shots. She did later in her career, but not then. I hate it when girls do the 'cum-dodge' thing. A guy is cumming, they shut their eyes, turn their heads, make faces... why are you in porn if you suck at sex. Some chicks get cum on their tits, or maybe their face, they just sit there and look at it or watch it drip. Then they wave to the camera 'goodbye'. Fucking bitches. You should Eat that cum! Push it from your cheek into your mouth! Wipe it from your tiny tits into your hand and lick your hand. Or best of all, lick and suck the cum off your tits. A guy eats your pussy for 15 minutes. His face is Covered in your personal juices. He's licking and swallowing the whole time. And you can't eat a little of his cum? Fuck you then. I had an on-line affair once that went real-life. The only time I've ever physically cheated in 22 years of marriage. This was 12 years ago. She was a bit of a BBW, which is sometimes okay if their heads don't get real fat. Her head was fine. We were each married. She liked sex. A lot. Maybe more than me. She fell in love with me. I liked her but didn't love her. Her husband was boring. My wife was boring. We would talk on the phone while I was at work and she was home with four kids. I would get a wet spot sometimes on my slacks from my pre-cum. I jacked off sometimes in the men's room at work. She had enormous tits. She liked to suck her own tits. She told me so. We met in Las Vegas and had 18 hours together. We were in my hotel room. She lifted her shirt and bra to reveal these fabulous tits. I actually asked her if I could touch them. She thought that was funny. We would get in tongue fights with her nipple, two tongues swirling around her rigid nipple. Fucking hot and wet. Saliva dripping from her mouth onto her nipple... each of us vying for our share of nip. It was incredible to be sucking these fucking gigantic tits and look over and see her sucking on a tit also. I fucked her crazy. She came just by squeezing her cunt on my cock. I withdrew before cumming and shot cum on her tits, then face and in her mouth. She swallowed it all. She took a tit in each hand and licked my cum off them. Then she licked my cock clean. It was covered in pussy juice and had my cum remnants dripping out of it. She ate it all up. I was so happy. She let me rest an hour or so. She slowly tit-fucked my cock. She could press her nipples so that each one was touching my cock. Then she ran her tongue around the head. Two nipples and a tongue all on my cock at the same time. I blew another load into her mouth. She swallowed the whole fucking thing and then kissed me. Mmmmmmmmm. Later I fucked her in the ass just using her own pussy juice as lubricant. I didn't know that was possible. She was a dripper. Turns out that ass-fucking is really cool. Feels tight, but a little different. I want to fuck more women in their asses. She was all over the pussy-to-mouth thing. She didn't do Ass-to-mouth. Back then, nobody had heard of it. She would probably do that today. I would get my fingers wet from her cunt and wipe them on her tits. She licked her tits of her own cunt juice. She squatted over my face so I could eat her out. Her shaven pussy oozed cunt drippings down my throat as I licked and licked and licked. She particularly liked it when I sucked on her cunt lips. I would try and suck all her cunt into my mouth. It was cool to look up and see these huge tits flying about as she wriggled and moaned. She licked my face clean of her cunt juices. We rented a porno in the room that featured big-titted girls. She liked watching that. Two of the scenes were lesbian scenes. I fucked her doggy style while she watched big titted lesbians eat each others cunts. I came on her back. I scooped up my cum and smeared it on her face. Then I dragged my cock and balls over face. She frigged her pussy and came while I did this. She had never had a lesbian experience back then. She probably has now. She masturbated for me. I never saw a woman in person do that before. I watched her pee in the toilet. I peed on her leg in the shower. She screamed at me but she thought it was funny, too. I drove her to the airport and we parked in a parking structure. She gave me a good-bye blow job. She called me from the airport restroom to tell me she was masturbating. I couldn't get it up for my wife for 6 weeks. Combination of shame and wishing she was someone else. You may think this is bullshit. It's not. You may think it's all made up. It isn't. My wife doesn't eat cum, or take it up the ass, or have big tits. Go figure. We had sex in May. It's now the end of July. Last time I was in Vegas I went to an upscale strip club and paid $260 for a half hour in the champagne room with Sarah. Unlike most of the girls in there. She had natural tits. I'm not so fond of implants. Sometimes they look funny, and they get these funny ripples in them. Sarah had c-cups. Naturals in case you skipped that part. In the champagne room the girls get topless and get right down on you. You can use your hands and some of the girls will let you use your mouth. Sarah could lick her nipples. I told her that was fucking hot. She licked them more. She took my hands and put them on her breasts. They felt fantastically soft and smooth and squishy. Not like a bag of sand. Sarah let me use my mouth. I sucked gently at first, then got a little more aggressive. She seemed to like it. I was pleasant, a gentleman, but also very sexual. I talked to her and listened to what she had to say. She gave me an extra ten minutes. At the end, this beautiful, nearly naked girl is laying across me. Now, instead of just continuing to feel her up, I gently traced little lines and circles along her jawline, cheeks, face... She sighed deeply. She stood up to get her little clothes back on. As she was adjusting her panties, she slipped a finger inside her bottoms. Then held it to me so I could smell it. This never happens, she said. I don't get all hot and bothered here. It's work. It's a chore. I fake it. So come back to my hotel, I said. She almost said yes. Instead she went back to stripper mode and asked if I couldn't do another dance. She pleaded with me, said she didn't want any more jerks tonight. Come with me, I said again. I will take care of you. I'm not a jerk. The floor boss came out and said it was time to go. I was finishing my drink at the bar when several other women came up and wanted dances. Told them I was about to leave. I was down about 350 now with other dances. Mandy walks up to me. She presses into me. Massive tits are crushing me. She licks and nibbles my ear. She hasn't said anything yet. She moans a little. She could sell sand to the fucking towel heads. This is a game. I know. I'm not stupid. They don't really like me. The are working for money. These women wouldn't look twice at me in the light of day. But I can't take it. I plead poverty. Doesn't work. She walks me to the ATM where I get another $300. Another half an hour in the champagne room. Except Mandy is even sexier than Sarah was. She could suck on her natural tits. She tit-fucked me through my pants. She bit my cock through my pants. At one point I had to adjust my cock. I reached in to untangle him. My hand came out with lots of lube on it. Put it on my nipple, she said. I did. I looked expectantly at her. She shook her head. You do it, she said. So I licked my own pre-cum off her nipple. I took my ice cold drink and teased her nipples with it. They got so fucking hard I thought they were going to hurt me. She let me spank her. You can't touch pussies here, it's not allowed. Although she said for an hour rate they get a better dark room and can do more stuff. She would've dry humped until I came, but I said no, that's okay. I didn't want to cum in my pants. I had a meeting the next day and these were my pants. I sucked on her tits so good though. She laughed at me when I told her I lived in A-Cup city and these D's were such a fantastic treat. She kissed me on the lips. Not just a peck, but a nice kiss. She kissed me twice in fact. Strippers don't do that, do they? She said I was the best and most appreciative customer yadda yadda... So come back to my room then. Sure, she said. But I would have to make a donation. Of $1,000. Let's see now.. I've paid over $600 so far and all I've gotten is to suck some tits and an offer of a dry hump. Now another thousand? Well I make a good living but not that good. How fucking pathetic is that. I have to pay women to rub their tits on me. My wife rubs her tits on me. But she has a padded bra and these gel inserts. In clothes she looks like she's got C's going on. But they are A's. She rubs against me and feels like hard foam or soft rubber. I'm supposed to be turned on by that. Whoop de fucking doo. I've had four other on line affairs. One was with a Charming Milkmaid who had g-cups and was lactating. I loved her. I really did. We only live about 75 miles from each other. But we never got together. I may write a fantasy story about her someday. She reads Literotica sometimes. Hiya Charming. Miss you. Find me. Read the next paragraph, you'll remember which one I am. I used to pretend i was a lesbian so that I could talk to women in chat rooms. this was before mikes and cams were so prevalent. The gals would ask test questions like what's a speculum, or what's your panty hose size. (Guys, panty hose sizes are wierd, they aren't inches, they are letters... go to the store and find out). One gal was in love with my inner lesbian. I had to break it off when she wanted to talk on the phone. I never told her, didn't want her to feel foolish. This isn't fantasy, though. I have lost a job partly due to porno/sex chat. They didn't catch me or anything, I just did it so much when I was supposed to be working from home that my other stuff didn't get done. I shouldn't work from home as I have no discipline and will just get into sex trouble. I'm writing this story today while working from home. I fantasize about all the women around me. Even the ugly ones. Sometimes I fantasize about raping a woman. Slapping her face and tits. Making her suck my cock and eat the fucking cum. Probably just want to punish my wife in some way. I could never rape a woman in real life. Not real rape. Pretend rape, yes! Ooh baby... struggle for me... you can't get away... this fucking thing is going inside you... right... now... thrusting... throbbing... pulsating cock in your cunt as I molest your big fucking tits till they hurt... scream... holler... your ass yields to me as your cunt juice has dripped down your crack and is letting me in... I'll fuck your ass and fill it full of cum. Take it. My wife is very good to me and the kids. She just isn't all that interested in sex. I'm 46. Full head of hair. Slightest touch of grey. Not fat. Nice looking. I cracked the 6 digit barrier a few years ago. I could be bagging wild women right now. But I won't let some other schmuck raise my kids. When I see women with babies, I nearly freak out. I wonder if they are breastfeeding. I wonder if their husbands like it. I know some don't. Faggits. I know some women get so full that they actually have pains from not expelling milk. How can I offer my services so that I don't get shot. "Nice looking man will suck your milky tits for as long as you need. Please call 555-MILK" I want to see a woman suck her tits and drink her own milk. I want someone to worship my cum and not ever lose a drop of it. I want to fall asleep with a big tit in my mouth. I want to see a woman lick my cum off another womans big tits, then cum-kiss that same woman and they both swallow down my load. I want what I missed out on by marrying too young. I want some adventure. I want some spice. I want some fun. Are you pretty? Do you have nice tits? Will you suck my cum? Can you come here now so I can fuck you? I'll take you if you're not pretty and have big tits. I'll take you if you're kinda overweight and have giant tits. I won't take you if you're 250 pounds and have tiny tits. Who wants that? I'm an asshole sometimes. Can't help it. Sperm build up, ya know. I want a black woman. I want an asian woman. I want the blondest Scandinavian girl you ever saw. I want brunettes and redheads with green eyes. I want to sing brown eyed girl to someone and mean it. My apologies to 9 Stone Cum Queen who writes totally hot stories and who I kind of copied her stream of consciousness style. She's the Queen. She is not here. I'm fucked.