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Maryam

By: ninefe2dg



"Out the front of the hotel, take a left, go two blocks, cross the street, it curves around and changes its name, but the NGO building will be right in front of you. You can't miss it."

You can't miss it. 

Sure I can. Especially now that you've placed the "You Can't Miss It" jinx on me. So here I trudge, laptop on my back and carryon dragging behind me, in the middle of Paris where I've never been before, wondering where my "it's so easy you don't need to take a cab just walk" destination is. 

I think they moved it. I'm wandering around it what appears to be a somewhat residential section, figuring out whom to ask. Fortunately I'm sufficiently anal to have allowed the possibility of getting lost, and I'd already spent by "male ego I don't need to ask directions" time. So now I need some help. Fortunately, contrary to the "advice" I got before I came over, the French who do speak English (my only language, of course, being a typical American), are happy to speak it and DON'T pretend not to understand what you're saying when you come at them in English (so there, Yankee Doodle Boy, just take your "Freedom Fries" and shove 'em up your ass). 

Sorry, I'm just a little pissed. I seriously need to find someone to help point me in the right direction.

Here are my options, there's an older gentleman walking down the street walking his dog and smoking a cigarette. Across the street is a pretty lady who looks like she's desperately fishing through her pocketbook standing by a bank of mailboxes. She looks as annoyed as I am. I think I'll take my chances with her as she stands a better chance of speaking English (OK, I'm willing to risk having her bite my head off 'cuz she's cute). 

I cross the street, and walk up to Desperately Seeking Something Woman, and don't even pretend to speak French..."Uh, excuse me?"

"Uh yes, what is it?" Remarkably pleasant given she was a bit harried. She also was American, or at least sounded like one.

"Sorry to bug you, but I've got a meeting in about 20 minutes at 82 Rue de la Paix and I've managed to get myself completely turned around. You know where that is?"

She broke into a big smile. Why I don't know. "It's easy, you just..."

"Please don't say 'just', and PLEASE don't say I can't miss it."

"OK...you're only two blocks away, down the hill, take a right, you'll find yourself at the entrance."

"But I can still miss it, right?"

She got it. "I won't jinx you. Settle down. It's a five minute walk, you still have plenty of time. At least you have your keys, right?"

"So that's what you're searching for?"

"I'm not locked out of my house, but I can't find my mailbox key. I'm leaving on a trip tomorrow and I need to..."

"You'll be gone a few days, right?"

"Uhh, right."

"So what's an extra day's of mail?"

"You have a point."

"Unless you're expecting the Publishers Clearing House giveaway. But I think even then Ed McMahon comes to your house with some big ass check, so if that happens, you won't be here anyway. Besides I don't think he comes to Paris." 

"So you're an expert."

"No, just a babbling moron."

She giggled. She was quite lovely. And nice not to have bitten my head off. Not that she could reach it anyway. I was several inches taller than she was. "Point is, it's not the end of the world, I'm sure you can get a duplicate when you get back." 

"You're probably right, just a lot to take care of before I go. I was actually pretty annoyed, but now not so much, thanks."

"Thanks for what? I appreciate your giving me directions, and on that note, I'd better run." Not that I wanted to. I wanted to hang around, offer to take her to lunch, offer to find her mailbox key, pretty much anything she'd let me do (yeah, THAT, too!) But I'd come all this way not to come up two blocks short. "I'd better run." 

"OK, bye."

So off I went, the NGO Building was right where she said it was. I signed in and waited for the admin of the person I was meeting to come get me. Nice to finally have an escort. I started fiddling with my laptop when I caught a glimpse of a familiar looking lady whizzing by, looking pretty fine in her blue blouse and skirt, but by the time I looked up I only saw the back of her head, and she was gone. 

Pretty women here in Paris, that's for sure.

The admin came to get me, very warm, spoke English better than I did, and we rode the elevator up to the third floor. She gestured into the conference room where I'd be meeting my NGO contact.

I poured myself some coffee, even though I rarely drink the stuff. I was about to take a gulp when in walked my contact.

Mailbox Key Girl. I'm sure you're surprised.

My eyes rolled as I broke into a smile. "Why didn't you just tell me who you were? You had to know I was the person you were meeting. And how'd you get here so fast?"

"I wanted to size you up first. And I gave you the easy way, not the quickest way."

"Thanks." I was clearly taken offguard, not by the surprise, but just by how totally fine she was. I have to say she filled out that pretty blue blouse pretty nicely. I kept thinking to myself, dontlookatherboobs, dontlookatherboobs, dontlookatherboobs, dontlookatherboobs. "Well, as you probably know, I'm Michel Tylenis."

"Lithuanian name, right?"

How'd she know that? "Yeah," I said. "How did you..."

"Jimmy Tylenis. Went to undergrad with him."

"That's right...Jimmy's my cousin. Did you find your keys by the way?"

"Yeah, in a most unlikely place. I'm Maryam O'Malley, obviously. OK, now, what's your assessment of this company?"

"Pretty strong revenue growth, bleeding cash, they'll need some influx of capital pretty soon or they'll have some problems, and..."

"Tell me something we don't know..."

"It's all pretty straightforward, I get that. Nowhere did I see any type of strategic plan, and..."

"Let me give you an overview of the landscape in Algeria these days...there is no such thing as a strategic plan. You have to know how to play the game and right now, this company wants to do it the right way, and besides..."

Dontlookatherboobs, dontlookatherboobs, dontlookatherboobs, dontbeanasshole, lookherintheeye, paythefuckattentiontowhatshessaying...

."..make sense?"

I did actually catch most of what Maryam said, and she was right. I was pretty sharp with the financial piece, but admittedly weak on understanding the political side. I was a quick study and once I was up to speed I'd be able to turn around what analysis she'd need while she was in Algeria.

As the meeting drew to a close, we chatted a bit more. As she got up to leave, I figured I'd buck the odds and ask her to dinner.

Her reply was predictable and appropriate. "I'd love to, but I don't really mix business with pleasure."

"Oh, well then, I promise you'll have a really crappy time. That way it won't be the least bit pleasureable."

That drew a smirk. "All right. But not too late, I need to catch an early flight in the morning. I know where you're staying. I'll swing by there around six."

"Sounds great."

"And try not to get lost from your room to the lobby."

I saw where I was just helpless enough to have gotten her pity. "I won't, see you."

After catching up with emails back at the hotel, I found myself pacing around a bit. I went down for a workout, came up and took a shower, and then fretted over what to wear. I was trying for this evening not to matter so much, but what wasn't there to like about Maryam? Smart, witty, drop dead gorgeous. I dabbed a bit of Z14 on my neck, and changed one more time before heading on down.

Maryam had on a beautiful red evening dress with a conservative neckline, leaving much to my imagination, black heels, and that charming smile. I greeted her with a quick peck on the cheek. "You look fabulous."

"Not so bad yourself. Ready to go?"

We grabbed a cab over to a Mediterranean restaurant; after all, where ELSE would you go in Paris? Maryam did all the ordering on Arabic, and I just sat back and puffed out my chest with a "yep, that's MY date" look on my face.

As we waited for our drinks I asked her, "You know, I couldn't help but wonder, O'Malley's a pretty Irish name, and..."

"I'm Irish/Algerian/Turkish/French."

"Oh. Well that clears that up."

"How weird is that?"

"Well...sounds like you were conceived at the tail end of the United Nations Gone Wild Video filming."

"Very funny."

"Listen I really appreciate the overview this afternoon, I'm pretty sure we'll be able to give you what you need while you're out of town."

"So do I. You sure you caught everything we went over while you were staring at my tits?"

I about spit my water out. "I was not looking at....."

"Yeah you were. At the office AND at the mailbox."

"Seems you don't totally mind."

"So you were then?"

"Can't confirm or deny." 

She dropped the subject, thankfully. We both knew I was guilty, no need to tell her blue was my favorite color. Besides, at the moment red pretty much was anyway.

We chatted all through dinner, about everything and nothing. After dessert and coffee we both kinda reached across the table and held hands, for no real reason at all. I had miserably failed in showing her a lousy time, thank goodness.

I felt a bit of a stir in my shorts. "I'm having a great time," I said. "You're very easy to talk to."

"So are you, listen, I really do need to cut it short tomorrow. If I leave now, by the time I pack, I'm going to get about three hours sleep."

"I understand. I'll walk you back."

We walked back to Maryam's place, and stopped in front of the mailbox where I first saw her. I put my arms around her and drew her near. I wanted to kiss her so badly and so I did. Her lips were soft and warm, and I felt my legs get bit weak as my tongue met hers. Nothing quite like a "Freedom Kiss."

"Good night, Mike, thanks for a crappy evening!"

"Pleasure's all mine...happy to mix that with business anytime."

I waited until she got through the door. I spun around, jumped up (six inches or so since that's the maximum vertical leap of a White American Male), and clicked my heels. You see, while girls are doing that "close the door, lean back against it, and stare upward with a smile," guys on the other side of the door are jumping up and clicking their heels. Recent studies, you see, verified that, like masturbation, 95% of all males do the heel clicking thing after an awesome date. 

The other 5% are liars.

I got back to my hotel and, predictably, couldn't stop thinking about Maryam. I crawled into bed and fantasized about her creamy skin pressed against mine. I could only imagine taking her breasts into my hands, and kissing what I'm sure were her gorgeous dark nipples. They would get hard as I sucked on them, as she reached down to stroke my cock with one hand, and her own nether regions with the other. She would work me up into a frenzy, knowing how badly I'd want to be inside her. But she would tease me by pressing my cock up against the lips of her pussy, but give me that evil smile as if to say, "I want you to tell me how badly you want me."

Of course I'd tell her. I'd tell her with my hands, as I massaged every bit of her gorgeous body. I'd tell her with my tongue as I'd kiss her passionately on her beautiful mouth, and kiss her neck, her ears, and work my way down. I'd tell her as I licked her lovely pussy underneath the covers of the bed, where I'd hear her muffled screams of pleasure. Finally she'd tell me how much she wanted me too, as she'd grab my cock and tell me to fuck her hard. We'd rock together, we'd moan together, and we'd come together, I thought as I squirted cum all over my freshly made up hotel sheets.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about that pretty head nestled in my chest. What a fantasy.

A guy can always dream! 

MaryAnn and an Old Family Friend



MaryAnn was completely engrossed in her notes from that morning's seminar. A glass of wine sat on the table, but that was mostly an excuse to occupy a table. Her reverie was broken by the waitress who sat another glass of Chablis in front of her and announced, "From the gentleman over there."

"Damn it," she thought. "Why can't I sit here in peace? Just because I'm a woman all by myself in a hotel bar doesn't mean I'm a hooker or an out of town housewife on the prowl."

Then her complaining was interrupted, "Hey, young lady, don't act so insulted at a glass of wine. It's really good for you, you know."

"Oh my god, is that you Doctor Jim?" MaryAnn stood up and gave the interloper a big hug.

"Yes, it's me Punkin Boots. The last time I saw you I think you were about to graduate from the big university up north of you. Right?"

"Yep. I learnt to read and write, and got me a degree as a real life Lois Lane, cept'n I ain't met Superman yet. And doctor, why don't you sit down and watch me drink this magic elixir you just bought me."

The doctor waved at the waitress for another glass of wine and sat down. "Punkin Boots." He began.

"Oh doctor! Nobody has called me that for so long. You don't know the memories it brings back."

Her guest smiled and said, "Speaking of memories, you are absolutely as lovely as ever. I hope you don't mind an old man saying so." " "Hmmm I see medical science is not only keeping you guys alive longer, your line would melt the heart of a chaste nun. But keep it up I'm into my middle-years and a widow. I need all the compliments I can get." 

"It was purely a medical observation, I assure you Punkin Boots." 

MaryAnn gave him a huge smile and asked, "What you doing in town Dr. Jim, and where do you live now?"

"I moved to Portland, Maine after retiring from the Navy and am titular head of a hospital there. Mostly I help young doctors get started and try to keep up with them. I had a chance to come to a seminar and jumped at it. I love Chicago." Dr. Jim paused then added, "Look I know you're also here for a seminar and don't want to get in your way, but if you're free tonight why not join me for dinner?"

"You and Sally?"

"Oh you didn't know? Sally died six months ago. Like you, I have been widowed." 

MaryAnn reached over and put her hand on his, "Oh Dr. Jim I am so sorry.

"Thank you but don't let it stop you from dinner. I'd love to have you join me."

"I'll be there if you promise not to tell me fried food is bad for me." 

"Six o'clock up in the main dining room on the top floor. Magnificent view. I'll make the reservation."

MaryAnn left the bar walking on air. Dr. Jim was indeed an old friend, an old Navy friend. He and her dad had served together two or three times. She knew that when her dad was the admiral in command of the large Navy base and their ships in San Diego, he had brought Jim along. The two were not only good friends, but Jim had to be a good doctor for her dad to insist on him. 

And MaryAnn remembered him as a wonderful family friend with a tremendous sense of humor and knowledge of almost everything. Now she looked at him as a handsome icon. God he was more than handsome. He was practically majestic. 

MaryAnn took a shower, then realized she was still way early. She also realized she was being a bit silly. Dr. Jim was as old as her dad. On the other hand she had always had a special craving for her dad. For whatever reason her libido was in high gear. Clad only in her undies she lay down and punched up the adult movie channel. Lots of action there, hardcore action! She saw a white woman getting a sexual pounding by a black guy. Hot action! As she watched her hand wandered down. She traced the outline of her vulva with her finger. with her other hand she squeezed her breast. Soon she was moving her hips to the rhythm of her finger on her panties. Then inside! Oh god, it felt good. She looked at the tube but quickly closed her eyes and imagined a silver haired, distinguished man feeling her clitoris. She murmured, "Ooh god yes, Dr. Jim. That feels so good. Yes I want you."

But, now it was time to go. She stopped short of orgasm, still shaking a bit. She finished dressing, choosing a low cut, fashionable dress. She also took note that it was tight enough to show all her curves. She wanted to look good to the doctor. Satisfied that she looked fine she took the elevator to the top floor and exited into the restaurant. 

Dr. Jim saw her come out of the elevator and gasped! My god she had always been a cute girl, but she nearly stopped conversations in the room! For the first time he saw his "little girl" as a beautiful woman. This man who had seen hundreds of naked women in his practice couldn't take his eyes off MaryAnn, he savored looking at every bit of her body. 

MaryAnn said, "Hello old friend. You are looking spiffy. And what a beautiful view. How did you get a window seat in a high class joint such as this?"

"I've been in the medical profession for many years. I know people who know people, and for a goddess I don't mind pulling strings. I must say you almost cause atrial fibrillation in, and almost out of, that dress." The doctor felt his long acquaintance with MaryAnn allowed a bit of familiar flirting. 

MaryAnn blushed and tried to bring the conversation, its compliments, and its innuendos down a few notches. "Thank you for your bullshit. An aging widow appreciates it." It worked. The conversation continued throughout the meal plus a couple cocktails and some wine. They talked of many years worth of cherished memories; her as a little girl, young lady, and woman; him in various ranks as he moved through the ranks up the ladder to captain. They also talked of exciting places the Navy had sent him as a doctor and her as a dependent of a Naval Academy graduate who ended up with stars on his collar. 

But through it all she noticed he had his eyes on her bosom, and she couldn't help but remember that this was the man she visualized when she nearly masturbated an hour so earlier. She smiled to herself when she wondered what his medical advice might be if she asked if that was normal. 

They skipped dessert, but did have a Cointreau. By the time dinner was over she was slightly tipsy but proud to be seen with a handsome man like Dr. Jim.

`The handsome man then invited her to come with him to the lounge where a trio was playing. Again a window seat with a "reserved" sign on it was waiting for them. They ordered a drink. Then she felt his knee touching hers. She could have easily moved hers away but didn't. It felt so good! It stayed there until Dr. Jim asked her to dance. 

The trio mostly stuck with the slow music, perfect for lovers. At first she kept a respectable distance, looking up into his eyes and wondering if she should, uh make a move. Or would he? And what should she do if he did? Or would he just treat her as an old friend and let her go to bed alone? 

Then the band segued into "For the Good Times,." a song Ray Price made popular when she was still in high school. "Oh, God," she said. "I always loved that song." "Me too," said the doctor. Then she felt a slight bit of pressure on her back, as if an invitation. If it was an invitation she accepted, and moved in close. He was embracing her, and she loved it. Then she felt it, an erection pressing against her stomach. She looked up at him and smiled. Perhaps it was the liquor talking, or maybe she just wanted something to happen. She asked, "Did a pill do that, or did I?" 

"I think you caused it, and an old man thanks you. If it bothers you, you may back off a bit." But he didn't sound like he wanted her to."

She looked at him, smiled and shook her head slightly. 

He danced her over to the side where folks might see him. Then he moved his hand lower, gave her ass a squeeze, then asked, "MaryAnn, I have to ask you a question. Ready?"

She didn't answer but puckered up and made a kiss motion. 

"I want to make love with you. I have thought about it all day and will hate myself if I don't ask. And I want you to know that I will respect your decision either way." 

She inferred the question and answered, "The answer is yes, if you agree to a couple things."

"What?"

"First I want to call you Jim, at least when we make love. Secondly, I want you to look me in the eye and tell me what you want to do. Use the earthy words from the mess decks."

The term "mess decks" was one her dad had often used when talking of the manners of enlisted men who weren't saddled with the requirement to be gentlemen. He gave her ass another squeeze and said, "MaryAnn I want to fuck you, and you can call me whatever turns you on."

"Beautifully said Jim, your room or mine?" 

On the way up two lovers stood close together in the elevator, holding hands like school kids. Both were wondering if this would really work out. The older one carried a pill in case he needed it. 

Inside, MaryAnn stood by the bed and faced Jim. He put his arms around her and said, "Darling I've wanted to do this all night." Then he pulled her face up and gave her a kiss. It was a sweet kiss at first, then she felt his tongue on her lips and opened her mouth. His tongue slipped in and was greeted by hers. She had a fleeting thought "I wonder if he thinks of germs at a time like this?" 

Whatever he was thinking, his actions left no doubt of his intentions. The kissing was passionate, and his hand again moved down to her ass. He pulled her dress up and placed his hand directly on her sheer panties. She whispered in his mouth, "yes, oh god yes." and moved in tight, tighter than they had been while dancing. As he fondled her ass she started gyrating. She indeed wanted him to fuck her. 

Then he backed off, looked her in the eyes, and unzipped the back of her dress. It hung loose and she shrugged it down off her shoulders. Jim unfastened her bra and her unfettered breasts were loose. Again he backed off. "Oh my god, those are perfect. I want to bury my face between them."

He pulled pushed her back on the bed and pulled her dress off. Then he finished undressing himself and joined her on the bed. She was wearing nothing but her panties and hose, he was naked. He held her tight, kissed her again, and moved down. This time he kissed, nibbled and sucked on each titty. Then he pushed his face between them. MaryAnn held them tight against his head. His hand went to her crotch, fingers pulled her panties aside and he commenced stroking her clit. She reacted by pushing against his fingers. Her hand moved down to his crotch and grasped his penis. It was only semi hard. 

"Can I help with that condition Jim?" 

Let's try this. He straddled her and put it between her tits, as his head had and been earlier. Then he moved back and forth. She could feel it growing. Soon as he pushed forward it was right at her face. She bent down and took the head of it in her mouth. He gave it a couple pushes and announced, "You have an old man all ready, Punkin Boots. Want him to fuck you?"

"Yes I've waited a lifetime for this." was his answer.

He moved down to the missionary position, no sense in trying something fancy this time. MaryAnn could feel it at the opening. She raised her hips and guided it to the opening. He slipped the head in. Then she grabbed is hips and lunged burying it. 

Jim held it tight inside her and said, "I'm fucking the most beautiful woman in the world." 

The most beautiful smiled up at her lover and said, "good let's do it." She made the first move, backing away then pushing it at him. He responded and they commenced a horizontal dance in a smooth rhythm. Each move was anticipated and met with a complimentary move. MaryAnn reflected that whether it turned violently passion or not it was wonderful. She was in love with the man holding her and fucking her. 

And it didn't stop. After his rubbing against her g-spot several times her passion rose. She held him tighter and moved faster. He kept it up and slammed it into her harder. She looked into a mirror and saw the reflection of two lovers. Oh god that did it. She murmured, "Oh god darling Jim. Fuck me. Fuck me forever. Oh this is heaven."

Jim backed off a bit and looked down. "MaryAnn you are so wonderful. God, I got so hard just thinking about you. Ohh MaryAnn I do want to fuck you forever."

Now they were moving even faster. She took another look in the mirror and could see his cock slamming into her. Again she started whimpering, crying, moaning. "Jim, ohhhh god Jim, do it do it do it. I love you. I love you. I love you." Then she wrapped her legs around him pulled him tight and shuddered as she had a big orgasm. 

Jim was satisfied that he had pleased his lover and wanted to cum himself, but like a high school boy on his fifth time in an hour, he kept banging away. The sensation built as if it would happen, then it quit. "Oh god MaryAnn, I want to cum." It was meant sort of like an apology. He didn't want to disappoint her. 

"Don't worry darling, it still feels wonderful, keep going." She pulled his face to hers and gave him another passionate kiss. 

After a few false starts, the sensation returned for again. This time he imagined it to be a mountain he had nearly climbed. He kept charging to the top. Sensing the moment was important, MaryAnn returned his thrusts with a vigor. Harder and harder they went. 

Then a few hard thrusts and he slammed it into her all the way and held it tight. Then a few quick moves and it happened. Jim went "ohhhhhh oooh my god." When she felt his cum in her, MaryAnn held her mouth tight against his neck and gave a muffled scream. 

It was over. They lay there still connected by a cock going soft. MaryAnn spoke first, "I like this time Jim. I like feeling you go soft."

"Yes it is wonderful if we both got off on the experience, and I guess we did huh?'

She simply closed her eyes, and said, "mmmmmm."

Jim said, "I'm sorry I couldn't actually ejaculate. It's an old man problem."

"Oh but you did. I've done this before and I know it happened. In fact it is dripping out. I'm going to sleep on the wet spot tonight so I can remember you." 

"MaryAnn, will you do me a favor?"

"What, best lover I ever had?"

"If I die, will you go to Portland, Maine and tell everybody you fucked me to death?"

She smiled at his audacity. Then she did lay on the wet spot, gently held is penis intending to wait until the Viagra took effect. Two happy lovers fell asleep with warm memories.



MaryAnn and Her Hot Neighbor



MaryAnn was a features writer and associate editor for a regional magazine. When she returned home from Las Vegas, she wrote her assigned article about a high class hooker. Then, under a pseudonym, she wrote a much more erotic article on the same subject for one of the country's leading men's magazines. She hoped the erotic version would be suspected to be first person account of sex for pay in Sin City, because, in a large measure, it was just that. 

Within a week her writing was done. She hit "send" and away the stories went. She wiggled her toes, stretched, sighed, and realized it was time for her aperiodic heart-to-heart talk with her best friend and sweetheart for life, her former husband. 

"Ron, darling, that was a great adventure wasn't it? I'm so glad we decided to have an open marriage. Being a widow is a bastard but being able to satisfy my sex drive knowing you would have approved allows me to enjoy the sex. And boy did I satisfy it and enjoy it in Las Vegas! I'm sure you could tell by the noises. You always loved to hear me make them didn't you lover? 

"Best of all that I was paid a nice sum to fuck a stranger. And what a lover the stranger was. He was so good I'd have paid him five hundred bucks. I left him with a smile on his face. Did you enjoy watching as much as you used to in real life?"

She know Ron didn't watch. He was dead these last two years, and she wasn't religious or otherwise superstitious, but her conversations with him kept her in touch with his memory. MaryAnn was so good at concocting a conversation she wondered if she cold sell fiction. Perhaps, if a market for porn returned. 

She continued, "As usual I'm out of step with society. We whores -- and that's what I am now, huh? -- are looked down on. Well C'est la vie. I did it because I wanted to, and I kept the money to boot. In fact I doubled my earnings in another poker game. All that my love and I don't have a single regret. And I owe it all to you, my husband, who suggested we obey the first part of the Hippocratic Oath that tells us first do no harm. If we do that we are free to enjoy ourselves. 

The thought of her departed husband brought tears to her eyes. She did miss him so much, but as he often said, "Our being in love doesn't mean we own each other." Talking to Ron helped chase away the bugaboos that still accompanied widowhood. She missed him so much, and their "chats" helped. 

Then, she lay back and savored the memories of Ron and her wild adventure in Las Vegas. She had dozed off when the phone rang.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi Maryann, guess who this is?"

Oh hell, one of those annoying calls! She refused to have an unlisted number because she felt she got enough feedback from her articles to make it worth the annoyance. With an audible sigh she answered, "I have no idea who you are." 

"Well I'll make it easy for you. The last time I saw you, you had just given a young guy a blow job, then another fucked you hard while you screamed with ecstasy so loud the walls shook." MaryAnn was sure she could hear a suppressed giggle in the voice. And no wonder, it had to be Judy her neighbor in north San Diego County and the woman she shared a wild night with in New York.

"You did indeed make it easy Judy." She replied. "You were rather well occupied too as I remember. You were on your hands and knees on a bed. A young, very well hung, dude from Harlem was standing behind you pounding away. You tried to make a flippant remark. but your humor didn't come through because you were in the throes of another grand orgasm, the third that I knew of. So how's that for a memory, you little red-headed slut?" She hoped her own suppressed giggle was understood. 

This time Judy's giggle was real. "You know what? We are two of a kind. I don't know anybody else I could talk about such stuff with. Who would understand that nice, respectable women could have a slutty streak running through them?"

MaryAnn answered, "I know only one other person I could talk about such thing with, and he is not a woman. Furthermore he has been dead for two years."

"Still miss him eh?" 

"Yes, I talk to him all the time. In fact I just finished a while ago. But you didn't call to talk of our foibles. What's up? You have a stack of young studs stashed away up there in our rich suburb?" 

"Nope. I just wondered if you had some free time next week. I'd love to buy you lunch at 'The Hideaway.'" 

MaryAnn was glad to accept. "If you want to meet in that out of the way joint, you must have some hot stuff to talk about. Let's make it Monday. Okay?"

She knew Judy well. They were so similar in so many ways. Both had crept into their forties. MaryAnn had lost her husband a couple years earlier. Judy was divorced when Josh Copeland had made her his third trophy wife and ensconced her in a multi million dollar house in a fancy inland community of millionaires and billionaires -- no nine-to-five peons in what was euphemistically called "The Ranch." 

They first met when MaryAnn wrote a magazine piece about how Judy, an interior designer, had renovated her new digs. They met again two years ago when both of them were seeking high adventure in Smitty's Colorful Club in New York City. As the name hinted Smitty's was actually a sex club where white women could meet young black guys and satisfy their secret yearnings. 

MaryAnn was delighted to accept the luncheon invitation. One week later she showed up at the rather obscure restaurant. The Hidaway featured expensive but mediocre Mexican food. MaryAnn guessed that Judy had chosen it because it wasn't crowded and they would have the opportunity to discuss their exploits. 

Judy was already there sipping a glass of wine. The bottle, one with a French label, was on the table. Without asking she poured one for her friend. "Drink up," she said with a smile. 

MaryAnn took a sip then looked at the bottle. That didn't help "Good stuff, she said. "I'm not familiar with the brand."

"It is good stuff, appropriate for a reunion of two passionate and very evil women. At any rate drinking expensive wine is just one of the benefits of being a trophy wife."

"And the others?"

"In my case one is having a damned handsome husband who is a fantastic lover when he feels like fucking me rather than someone else."

MaryAnn nodded in agreement at that. Josh was a handsome dude, albeit one in his seventies. Every time she saw him MaryAnn compared him to Bert Lancaster in the movie Atlantic City. A night with him wouldn't be hard to take as long as the Viagra held out.

Jody continued, "And a generous prenuptial agreement is another perk. This marriage won't last forever. I might get wrinkles, or sag before he loses his virility. So far I love my situation. He gives me all sorts of freedom. He knows what I do in New York for example. Stuff like that excites him. He has shared me with some friends. I guess I am in fact a whore, huh?"

Was this déjà vu? MaryAnn had proclaimed her self a whore to her husband just a few days earlier. She answered Judy, "I suppose it is technically. But so what? If we have something valuable and someone else wants to buy it, who is to deny us the right."

"Jesus, that's a convoluted answer. Did you just say that off handed, or have you been thinking about it?"

"My God," asked MaryAnn? "What did you put in this wine? We have been friends for years but not close confidants Now here we are, or here you are, sharing intimate secrets, and I am on the verge of doing so."

"Oh my being a trophy wife isn't a deep secret. Furthermore after I'd crossed some sort of line I found that I really enjoyed the added perks. Hell you saw me in action. I love sex and put few restrictions on it. But I have a feeling you have a secret you'd like to share. Is that so?"

MaryAnn poured herself another glass of wine. Then she took a deep breath and answered, "Yes, and it's a secret I would share with only someone who shared a bed with me in a sex orgy." Then she gave with a half frown/half smile. MaryAnn could punctuate a sentence with an expression.

Now Judy was excited. "My god gal, don't tell my you have had an affair with another woman."

For some reason MaryAnn blurted, "Not yet." Then she wondered where that come from. It was something she hadn't even thought about . . . until this very minute. 

"Did you know that French wine is a truth serum? You just told me something that I bet you yourself didn't know." Judy paused, smiled and continued, "I'll have to tell the truth now. I haven't made it with another woman either. . . not yet. But what is your deep secret?" 

"A guy in Las Vegas thought I was a hooker, a high class one. When I didn't get upset about his mistake we sort of worked our way around to where he made his proposition. He wanted to impress a client of some sort and offered me five hundred bucks to fuck the guy. I mean to tell you it was an exciting idea. I saw the guy and he was a hunk, a real hunk. He had only recently retired from professional football and still had a body of steel. Oh he was also black, and that adds a bit of allure, as you saw in Smitty's. I did it and it was wonderful. I can't even work up a sizable amount of remorse." 

There she had bared her soul, and she didn't still feel any remorse. 

Judy smiled and said, "So join the club. I do the same thing except the money isn't placed directly in my hands. It goes into a bank account, one large enough to cover very large purchases on my credit card. And I can't even work up a sizable amount of remorse either. I just enjoy sex, sex of all sorts so far."

"So far? What haven't you tried?"

Judy decided to test the friendship. Her knee drifted over to MaryAnn's. MaryAnn simply looked at her and smiled. Then Judy took her friend's hand in hers, "Why don't we go to our house? Nobody is home except for some discreet employees with sealed lips." 

MaryAnn squeezed Judy's hand and asked, "Are you suggesting what I think?"

"Yup, and I think it's high time don't you?" Then Judy called for the waitress, produced her credit card wrote an obscene amount for a tip, and they head for Judy's house, a few miles away. MaryAnn drove her own car of course and on the way she realized two things. She was a bit tipsy from drinking on an empty stomach, and her stomach was still empty. They had forgotten to eat. 

Judy was out of her Mercedes coupe when MaryAnn pulled into the driveway with her BMW into the driveway, two high class hookers with the accouterments of the trade. Despite her four decades on earth Judy still looked like a high school cheerleader. She was stacked! Their new project was getting more and more exciting. 

They held hands and walked around to the back, then upstairs to Judy's bedroom. . Nobody saw them except maybe a discreet servant or so. They were paid well to keep quiet about what happened in the mansion in The Ranch.

Judy's bedroom was what one would expect in a multi-million dollar house. Judy had decorated it herself. Naturally it had a big bed. Pastel colors set the tone as did a few stuffed toys. MaryAnn reflected that toys were a link to a more innocent time, childhood. 

"Welcome to my own private sanctuary. I sleep here except when Josh asks that I sleep with him, sometimes with a friend of his. But this room is mine, and for this afternoon, yours." She moved forward and put her arms around MaryAnn. 

At first MaryAnn was curious. Then it became something she wanted to happen. Still she was happy Judy made the first move. She returned the hug and down into her friend's face. She, at a mere 5'4" was a couple inches taller than her friend. This might work out. 

She put her lips on Judy's. It was a real kiss, much like a high school guy kissing his girl friend goodnight on their first date. Then she ran her tongue along the redhead's lips. Judy opened her mouth and soon they were doing their first Frenchie. 

They broke away. Judy asked, "I think you have the idea. What would you like to do now?"

"Anything off limits?"

"Not that I can think of. Try me."

"Both my husband and I loved foreplay -- kissing, hugging, fondling, touching, cunnilingus. I think I'd like to do as he did I like the foreplay. My husband always seemed to love it as well. Would what would you think of my doing to you as he did to me?" 

Judy, still clothed, smiled, pulled back the covers and lay down on the bed smiling up at her lover. MaryAnn took her place beside her, took her in her arms, and kissed her again. As they kissed Maryann ran her hands over Judy's titties, but through her sweater. The next kiss her hand went under the sweater and she felt the body heat through her thin bra. She pulled up the sweater and kissed the part not covered by the bra. Her other hand went to the thigh. She was feeling her friend up, just as she had been felt up by Ron, and several others. "

Then Judy's phone rang. "This is my private line that only Josh uses. I have to get it."

Disappointed, MaryAnn kept her hand on her friend's thigh as she talked to her husband. MaryAnn tried to discern what the conversation was from hearing half of it. She heard "Yes, she's here. . . . we are kinda busy now (followed by a giggle) . . . I'll ask her."

She put the phone on mute and told MaryAnn. "He's coming home, be here in a half hour or so. We can continue if we wish. He'll either wait downstairs, or he will join us if you like. Your choice."

My god! A wild adventure just got wilder. "Join us? What on earth does that mean."

"It probably means he will watch then get in bed with us, if you have no objections he'll fuck you." 

"He's well into his seventies. Can he?"

"Hell yes, and he's really good at it. His Viagra gets him hard but he lasts long enough to drive you wild. And he is still one handsome dude."

"But how about you?"

"I said we had an open marriage. And remember I do love to watch." .

Something that she would have considered depraved a few years ago now seemed exciting beyond belief. MaryAnn looked her friend in the eye and said, "Let's go for it, and let's get back to what we were doing."

Judy gave her a wide smile and picked up the phone again, "Josh, it's a go. We'll see you in half an hour. Don't bother to knock and the dress code is optional." 

Then she hung up the phone, and nestled in MaryAnn's arms again. "Now on with the seduction." 

It had been exciting before. Now, with the added prospect of a third party joining the party it was even more exciting. MaryAnn returned to her seduction of Judy with a gusto The kisses were hotter, the fondling more meaningful. MaryAnn ran her fingers up and down Judy's crotch. Judy raised her ass and responded. Then they managed to undress each other. 

Now both of them naked MaryAnn pressed her titties against those of her friend. Judy reached up and rubbed their nipples together. Everything was a first. Everything was exotic. Everything was erotic. 

MaryAnn moved on top. She pulled her vulva lips apart and rubbed her clitoris against Judy's pubic hair. She kissed her lover again, the pulled back and said, "Oh Christ here it comes." Like a man on top she moved faster and faster, "ooooh my god ooh god Judy I'm cumming."

Judy responded by moving back while holding MaryAnn's ass right against herself, "yes darling fuck me." 

MaryAnn had her first orgasm of the afternoon. 

"Oh god, what do you want me to do next?"

"What did your husband like to do," she asked. Then she said, "Hello darling. Double fun today if you like." MaryAnn looked up and there was Burt Lancaster smiling at them. He commenced removing his clothes.

MaryAnn smiled and started moving down her body, again nuzzling and kissing her tits, larger than her own. Her tongue still moving as it made its way down to her belly, all while her hands were busy with Judy's nether region. It was having an effect. The redhead was bouncing around on the bed. When MaryAnn reached her friend's pussy and placed her tongue on Judy's clit, her friend made with a loud moan pushed back hard. Soon she was writhing in ecstasy. MaryAnn felt she understood how Ron had felt when he did that to her. It became more poignant when Judy wrapped her legs around her neck shuddered and nearly suffocated her friend. 

Then Judy said, "Let's change positions," and she returned the favor. MaryAnn, always excited by being watched, held Judy's head in place and moved against her mouth. Faster and faster they moved. As she neared the throes of an orgasm she looked at Josh and smiled. A nude Burt Lancaster smiled back. 

She pulled Judy's head away from her pussy and asked, "I think your husband would like to cut it."

"My husband has such good taste, as I'm sure he'll soon realize." Judy rolled off and Josh took her place." 

Josh acted as if she did indeed taste good, and MaryAnn was a most cooperative dessert. She closed her eyes and wondered if she could tell any difference between cunnilingus done by a woman or by a man. 

Her academic interest didn't last long. It quickly gave way to animal lust. She opened her eyes, looked at his wife, made the poignant comment "OH CHRIST" and commenced writhing in ecstasy as she had earlier with her female lover.

Josh moved on top, and kissed his guest for the first time. At least the kiss was his first on her lips. Well, actually the lips on her face. 

Unaware of his quandary of which lips he had kissed, she guided the head of his cock in, then paused. Then she raised her hips, grabbed his grabbed his ass and lunged. "Okay Burt, let's have a go at it."

Josh recognized the cognomen. He was often compared to Burt Lancaster except he had a lot more money. And he didn't mind at all because the woman under him was obviously willing and hot. They started the dance of love. He held her tight and moved slowly at first. About the time MaryAnn figured an old man wouldn't fuck fast, as in the story "Johnny Fuckerfaster" he picked up the tempo.

Oh god this was it. The graying septuagenarian was giving her the fucking of her life, and he wasn't slowing down to do it. Soon she was in the throes of ecstasy again, never a long trip for MaryAnn. She looked up at his handsome face, held him tight, met every thrust with one of her own. 

Then she nearly screamed, "Look at me Burt. Look at me. I'm going to cum and you are doing it." 

At that she wrapped her legs around him, pulled him tight inside her, moved her ass rapidly, shuddered and cried. "OOOOH MY GOD YES OOOH YES YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD I'M CUMMING."

Josh was generally able to last a long time. This was too much though. He was unable to hold off any longer. He responded to MaryAnn's passion with those of his own. He held her tight, feeling her tits pressing against him. He grabbed her ass, and moved faster than before. Soon he felt it happening, that wonderful moment of orgasm, he had felt so often, but seldom as vivid as this. 

His last strokes were short and deep. She responded again. When he let it happen she let out another cry and had yet another orgasm. The unasked question "was good for you dear" could have been with a resounding yes by both of them. 

And Josh wasn't without a sense of humor. "MaryAnn that was wonderful but can you feel my heart pounding? If I die I want you and my lovely wife to come to my funeral and tell everybody you both fucked me to death."

MaryAnn asked, "But we didn't both fuck you?"

Judy kissed MaryAnn on the lips, "Not yet. I gave you the easy one. It's my turn now. If you have to leave you can let yourself out, but it's been a wonderful afternoon. Let's keep in touch."

MaryAnn didn't have to answer. Already her friend and her husband were in the midst of foreplay. A quick check indicated Josh was up to the task. She concluded that modern medicine, and maybe a couple hot babes, was wonderful for our senior citizens. 




MaryAnn and Her Hot Neighbor



A week later a liveried man rang her doorbell. When she answered it he said, "compliments of Josh and Judy Copeland maam." He handed her a gift wrapped box, bowed and left. 

She opened it to discover it was from San Diego's premier jeweler It was an silver pendant featuring a black pearl surrounded by diamonds. The cost had to be more than she made in a year in her real job.

She still couldn't find a single regret at pursuing (or being pursued by) her second job of being a high class hooker.



Maryann Becomes A High-Class Hooker



Ron's sudden death was traumatic for MaryAnn, so much that the first couple weeks after his accident she cried herself to sleep every night. But, MaryAnn was strong, intelligent, and resilient. Once she broke the spell of being a grieving widow her recovery was rapid. Lots of things helped her break her despondency. To start with, she loved her work. She was a features writer and associate editor for a large, regional magazine and a fine one. Her job left little time for moping. Deadlines don't wait. 

Also she was a woman of tremendous imagination, and for a woman cloistered in widowhood, imagination was essential. Even after she got over the worst of being a widow, she kept Ron's memory close and loved reflecting on an exciting, and open, marriage. Even now, two years later, every day she found some quiet time to "talk" to him. She was in no way religious or superstitious and she knew she was indeed alone. Still MaryAnn felt better for sharing her thoughts with his essence. She shared the tender ones, the tedious ones, the perplexing ones, even the exciting and passionate ones. 

And there were exciting, passionate moments. To remind herself she was a woman, not just a grieving widow, she finagled an out-of-town assignment to the Big Apple where did things she could never have got away with in San Diego. A friend told her of a marvelous club in Greenwich Village devoted to interracial dating – actually interracial sex. In one night she and three black men she had never seen before all realized their fantasies. Their fantasies were for wild sex with a classy white woman. Hers for passionate and unrestrained sex with young men. Those memories too were warm ones. She smiled as she shared with Ron the memory of a huge black man holding her tight and slamming his big cock into her as she cried out in ecstasy. She imagined Ron smiling back at the audacity of his wife.

Exciting too was a trip to Chicago where she tried another hitherto taboo adventure, submission to a dominant she met on the Internet. He had "assigned" her a test to see if she could actually follow outrageous orders. After an adamant refusal she found herself doing what he had "ordered." Leaving her panties and slip behind she went to a mall where she flashed a couple young men. Then, she stood where the light shone through her dress giving a clear outline. The exhibition was so exciting she came home, undressed, and contacted the dominant online. Then at his insistence had wild phone sex with him – all with the help of a dildo. 

When they consummated that cybersex affair, her partner invited her to visit him so they could bring the role-playing to real life. It was compelling, even irresistible, Soon she made a "business" trip to Chicago where her phone partner tore her clothes off, spanked her, then took her hard and fast from behind. Just talking about that with Ron made her hot. 

Many of her favorite memories concerned Ron. About the time they reached their forties they had promised they would not let jealousy destroy their marriages. Both traveled a lot and both had affairs while on the road. Neither ever knowledge or suspicion of the other's dalliances for a pretext to gain an advantage in an argument. It was just something that happened. They tried discreet swinging with a handful of like-minded people their own age. None of that bothered the marriage. Once people have decided to embrace honesty (as well as other people) it is amazing what they can do. She loved him more than life itself and was sure he felt the same about her.

Both loved the challenges swinging presented. Once Jeri, a former sorority sister and close friend, confided that her husband was also interested in it. Then the friend paused and confessed she, herself, was curious about it. MaryAnn admitted that she and Ron had been swinging. She even shared with her some of her experiences and added that it was indeed exciting. When Jeri said that Fritz had wanted to watch her, MaryAnn knew her friend was on the verge of doing it. 

No overt agreement was made but ere long the four of them shared a short vacation in Las Vegas. After a night of dining, drinking, and gambling the four retired to the luxury suite, changed into their bed clothes and met in the living room. This time her friend's husband brought up the subject – cautiously but tit was there. One thing led to another but soon Jeri, her friend, was sharing a couch with Ron and MaryAnn sitting on the floor close together. 

Nobody said it but another swinging session was underway, and it was exciting beyond description, perhaps doubly so for MaryAnn. She had discovered that she loved shucking the persona of a no-nonsense journalist and becoming a lusty, unrestrained woman, and she loved to both show off and watch others showing off, all while having sex of course. 

This night lent itself to both. At Fritz's suggestion Ron and Jeri started "making out" like high school kids just to see if they wanted to go further. They did. Then they moved on to fondling. At first Ron dropped his hands to on one of Jeri's large boobs, just inside her thin nightie. She moved them away. He, like a persistent teenager, kissed her again, this time more passionately. And, again, his hand went to her breast. This time it stayed. he managed to pull her bodice down and put his lips on the titty. 

She responded by holding his head tight against her titties. Fritz whispered to MaryAnn, "She's going to do it. She loves to have her titties sucked, and Ron's doing a great job."

MaryAnn noticed that his arm was around her and his hand was on her own titty. She turned her face to his and they soon were immersed in a hot Frenchie. When they came up for air, Ron had his hand on Jeri's panties and was stroking her pussy through the thin material. Soon he got inside and was touching bare flesh. By this time Jeri was obviously past the point of no return. She was shaking as she held Ron. 

They slid to the floor beside Fritz and MaryAnn. What a great close-up view! And as MaryAnn had predicted to Jeri, her husband did indeed get turned on by watching her get fucked by someone else. His finger was by this time caressing MaryAnn's clit and his nose was almost even with Ron's whose face was buried in his wife's pussy.

Both were fascinated at the close-up when Ron moved on top of Jeri and placed his cock at Jeri's vaginal opening. She was in the throes of passion and going all the way. She raised her ass and guided it in. MaryAnn knew Ron wouldn't finish too soon. She had given him a blow job before they had joined their friends. He would have the staying power to give Jeri an exciting initiation to swinging. And did he ever! With two onlookers inches away he slammed it to her hard and fast. She crying, "more more, oh God, more" as she met each stroke. 

Soon Fritz moved on top of MaryAnn and the room was awash in wild, exorbitant sex. As Fritz held her tight and slammed it to her hard, MaryAnn met each stroke. Soon they could hear Jeri getting off for the third or fourth time, and Ron was also getting close. All that was too much for Fritz who gave one last lunge and unloaded deep inside MaryAnn. 

When it was all over MaryAnn asked, "anybody have any regrets?"

She was answered by a veritable chorus of "No's." 

Later, in a different context she wrote, "Everything wildly exciting and outside the public norm doesn't have to be evil. Adventures are better when they are restrained." That referred to snowboarding but it applied equally to fucking. 

The swinging was the highlight of the Vegas trip, but there was more. MaryAnn also learned she was a good poker player. Before heading to the room for the swinging party she sat in on a Texas Hold-em game and walked out with two thousand dollars profit -- most of it from a seasoned pro to boot. 

Now she was back in Las Vegas finishing up a dream assignment. The interviews over and most of the information put in her computer she headed down to the poker tables. Who knows? She might earn a bonus. Her only worry was tangling with a pro and losing here shirt, maybe her skirt, maybe more. She promised to play it cool. If she shed her clothing it would be for something more exciting than giving money to a stranger. 

Even though it was still afternoon she wore a dress with lots of décolletage just as she did the last time. She, a realist and didn't fancy that it brought her luck. She just hoped to gain a bit of an advantage from it. Someone might be distracted by her titties and make an unwise bet. Also, she liked showing off. Hanging in the closet in her room was the expensive and very revealing dress she had worn to the interracial club in New York. MaryAnn wasn't exactly sure why she brought it, but it was there "just in case." 

But this afternoon it was poker. She picked her table carefully, looking for one with gamblers a few steps down from the wiseasses who routinely push hundreds of chips into the center of the table on TV. She knew those guys made a living taking money from those less sophisticated than themselves. She wanted folks whose mannerisms she could read, with whom she could get away with a bluff to keep them alert, and folks she could beat with a modicum of certainty. She had tangled with a high-stakes gambler the last time and managed to beat his pants off. She knew the law of averages would prevent her doing that routinely. 

It looked like she found the right combination to give herself an edge. She sat in on a table with seven other players. She managed to buy a couple nice pots, once with an aggressive check/raise. Another time by playing aggressively throughout. In both cases the best hand folded. When MaryAnn learned to play by watching Ron in his weekly game she learned that check/raise was considered unethical. In Vegas it was de rigueur. She did it well winning not only the bluff, where she exposed her hole cards, but a couple other times when she had a lock on the table. 

After a few hands she spotted him, the professional she'd cleaned on her last visit. She had been so engrossed in the game she had no idea how long he'd been there, but she was sure he had tagged her. Still when he sat down, MaryAnn who had once promised not to tangle with a seasoned pro, welcomed him. For one thing he was as handsome as Brad Maverick and she, flushed with the excitement of winning a few pots, loved the attention of handsome men. She was sure he'd give her close attention. He picked a seat directly across from her and gave her a big smile. He remembered her! Now the challenge she had tried to avoid was just a couple feet away still checking out her décolletage. This guy knew her, her titties, and her tactics. It would be awkward for her to get up and leave, and she wasn't sure she really wanted. She loved a challenge and Maverick presented one. 

Obviously real poker games with eight players don't unfold as they do in the movies. It is likely that any two players won't even butt heads. But this wasn't one of those time. MaryAnn did manage to avoid any big losses and was holding her own. After Maverick joined the game her stack was down a little, but she still had a nice profit in the chips stacked in front of her. Then they tangled. After the flop she had ace, queen, jack, ten and nine; with the ace and queen down. She limped her way though, calling big bets and hoping to hit. Finally the last two cards were a king and a nine. She had her straight. Her persistence would be rewarded, and it was a whopping pot to boot. At limit poker, and this was a limit game, folks tend to hang around even when the bets are big. 

The hand was checked around to her. She pushed in the limit, five hundred. The others folded, all but one. Her old friend raised back five hundred. MaryAnn should have known better but she raised him again, did it again. She followed the old and, in poker games, very dumb adage of "I can't back out now" and pushed the rest of her chips in the middle of the table. 

Maverick smiled and said, "got your straight eh?" She knew she was cooked. He had her read all along and those three bets weren't on speculation. He had three kings all along and the nine made a full house. 

She had no reason to flash her boobs at him this time. There was nothing in the middle of the table for her to bend over for. It wasn't a disaster. The two thousand she lost wouldn't affect her lifestyle one whit, but she hated to lose and she was looking forward to having a nice cache of money to spend on something she didn't really need. 

She smiled sweetly at her old/new friend and said, "that does it. I'm going to kill myself."

"No you're not. I've had a good read on you all night and you have a lot of living yet to do. . . . Look how about meeting me in the lounge right over there in half an hour. I'll buy you a drink." 

"Hmmm, wonder what this is all about,? pondered MaryAnn, but the evening was still young and Maverick was a handsome and witty guy. This might lead to something interesting. She took a seat in a booth, ordered a Chablis, and ruminated with her thoughts. . . and with Ron.

"Well old husband I blew a couple grand. That makes me even for a lifetime of poker, a lifetime consisting of two games and one real opponent, a guy nearly as handsome as you."

No answer of course and she expected none but she did love those moments with his memory, and as in their real life, nothing was taboo. "You remember the first blowjob I gave you darling?"

Her first blowjob had been one of the high points of their marriage, and they had talked about it often. That night they had been to Oceanside to a party. As he often did, Ron skipped the Interstate to take the coast highway, a lovely two-lane road along the ocean and through some small towns. Just north of Encinitas the moon was shining on the ocean. The white caps caught the light and sent a phosphorescent spray shooting back seaward in the Santa Ana wind. MaryAnn snuggled up close. Ron pulled off the road and up to a now empty parking lot overlooking the ocean and the lights from the cities up and down the coast. They would likely be alone unless they created some sort of disturbance. Only an occasional sheriff's deputy patrolled the road and they were more interested in drunk drivers than folks seeking romance alongside the Pacific Ocean.

Parking wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the two. MaryAnn loved the excitement of making it in a car, and Ron loved making his wife happy. She often chided him that the only reason he held onto his classic '56 Chevy was that it had a big front seat and they could fuck without jumping over into the back. 

And that's how the adventure started. 

MaryAnn continued her conversation, "You remember how hot you got me. God I had my top off and bra unhooked. My skirt was up above my waist. And I always love it when you pull my panties off as you did that night. First you did the fingers thing. Then you went down on me. Oh Ron I always loved that, and when I told you "I love you" as I was getting off, it was real. I do love you. And when I looked down at the man who shared his life with me, and looked back at me and said 'This is special for you MaryAnn' I knew what I was going to do, and it would be that very night there overlooking Moonlight Beach. 

"Ron, love, it would be more special than anything I could have possibly bought you. . You always wanted it and I just didn't think I could do it. But, my darling, I wanted to give you something from me personally, something that couldn't be bought in a store. As I was getting off in the car that night I knew what it would be. I'd give you a blow job, and finish it. It would be extra special because I didn't really want to do it. 

"I was prepared to be disgusted by it all and worried that I might show it and blow the gig (so to speak) but I knelt beside you on the floorboard in the front seat, moved my lips down your body while holding your balls – and remember how I paused to kiss and suck on your nipples? God you loved that! But I kept going, circling your stiff cock and balls. Then I slipped my mouth over it and it began. 

"Oh darling you were so careful to keep from cumming. I could almost feel you holding back. You did allow yourself the pleasure of thrusting deep into my mouth, and I responded by sliding my finger up to your ass and probing a bit. When you held my head and told me 'I'm getting close MaryAnn,' I knew I'd actually do it. 

"What were your feelings Ron when I stopped, looked up and said 'All the way this time darling. Don't hold back.' "

She knew the unspoken answer, but loved imagining his giving it. 

"You started thrusting again. I pushed my finger up your ass and commenced fingering you. You moved faster and faster. Then you groaned and I stayed the course. Then you cried, 'MaryAnn I love you so much' and it happened. I was so excited and had your magnificent cock so deep in my mouth I didn't feel the first spasm, but I knew it happened. Then I backed off and felt the second. It hit on my tongue and while it didn't taste good, it was you, and I loved it. 

"My mouth was full and I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to do something gauche like spit. This was too special for that. You later told me that when you heard me go 'gulp' you were so proud of me. Just like those girls in the fantasy chat rooms I swallowed every drop of you. 

"God it was more exciting than I ever thought it could be. I am getting the warmies just thinking about it now my darling. I'd be a pushover for any handsome guy who came along right now, darling."

MaryAnn was lost in her reverie and idly looking watching the lottery numbers on the board when she heard, "So, that smile for me?

"Oh my god," she replied. "It's Maverick! Have a seat and you can buy me that drink you promised –- a Chablis please. I'm a cheap date." 

He held out his hand, "Uh, my name's Jackson, and you are?"

"MaryAnn. I'm afraid I was deep in an imaginary conversation with my husband. It's one of my biggest pleasures."

"Imaginary? I suppose it must be. I don't see anybody."

"No, and you won't. He's been dead for two years now. I'm going on with my life quite well, but I hang on to his memory and have the most interesting chats with it. We shared so many exciting things in life. I like to fancy that we're still sharing."

Jackson was moved. "You have a wonderful way of describing that. I'm impressed by anybody who is so imaginative."

"I have lots of imagination. I need it in my line of work." 

Jackson leaned forward, apparently interested in MaryAnn's line of work. He asked, "And what is your line of work?"

"I'm a journalist and I'm here on assignment. The poker game was a sideline, expensive but, sideline."

"Oh," sighed her new friend. 

"You sound disappointed. What's wrong with being a journalist?" 

"Nothing. It's a wonderful vocation. And I always find journalists to be the most interesting people. Hell they have to keep up with what's going on then make it interesting enough to read." Jackson paused then continued, "It's just that I assumed you were something else." 

"Surely you didn't make me to be a professional poker player? You just took me to the cleaners."

"Oh no but, I think you are the best, new poker player I've seen in a long time. You also cleaned my clock two years ago. Your only problem at poker is experience. Most of those guys you see on TV have been at it a long, long time." 

Why thank you. I know people and that may be the best thing to bring to the table, other than a good understanding of the odds. And, with one exception, I try to avoid playing against the smart players who will take my money. But, I'm all agog. What did you think I was?"

"Oh hell, I don't want to offend you, but both nights we played you made the comment that you were a 'working girl.' You know what that means on the Strip?"




Maryann Becomes A High-Class Hooker



"Oh yes and I planted that thought on purpose. I figured it might give me an edge. Did you come into today's game still thinking I was a hooker?"

Jackson smiled and answered, "Fraid so. Does that bother you."

MaryAnn beamed right back, "It should, but it doesn't. I'm flattered, I think." 

"You have every right to be flattered. High class hookers are an honored part of the Strip, and I made you for a high class hooker."

MaryAnn felt herself flush and hoped it didn't show. Perhaps in the neon jungle of a top casino it wouldn't. She managed a smile and asked, "You know what is the irony of ironies?"

Jackson asked, "Do I see you blushing?" 

At this MaryAnn really blushed. "Flattery always does that to me. And I asked a pertinent question."

"What's with the irony of ironies, MaryAnn?

She held her breath to stop her heartbeat then answered, "I just spent a couple days on the assignment of my life. I was interviewing a woman who moonlights as a hooker. Hell I even interviewed a couple of her customers. The thing that surprised me is that most of the so-called hookers on the strip aren't young girls but women about my age. This one was just over forty."

"That's why I was hoping you were one. Again my apologies if I offend you."

"And, do you think I'm offended?" MaryAnn paused, "How much were you going to offer me, and what did you expect me to do?"

Jackson leaned over and in a low voice asked, "Goodness don't tell me you might consider it?"

"No but it might work as good research for the story. By the way I will write two pieces based on the interview. One goes to my warm, fuzzy magazine. The other to one of our most popular 'men's' magazines. The latter will be much more descriptive of what goes on between a hooker and her customer. In both cases I learned that, in her case at least, being a hooker isn't a degrading job and this woman enjoys it completely, even the sex. Although much of the public insists it is otherwise, I'm going to call it as I see it."

"Do I detect a bit of envy, or, maybe curiosity MaryAnn." 

"God I hate to try to fool a professional poker player. Perhaps. I admit it does intrigue me, and, to be sure, sex isn't something I shy away from. But for now what would I have to do and what would the reward be?" MaryAnn herself wondered where she was going with this, but her heart was beating as rapidly as the night she went to the interracial club in New York. She knew what she was hoping to happen. Her conversation with Ron had done its thing. 

Jackson answered her questions, "To start with you would be paid handsomely and for good reason. As your friend told you the most sought after hookers are women your age. They know exactly what is going on, and they are at their sexual peak. They respect the situation and the customer. I'm sure your friend didn't refer to them as 'Johns.' " MaryAnn nodded. Jackson continued. "I was prepared to offer you back some of what you lost, five hundred for less than an hour's work." 

MaryAnn tried to keep her voice even, "And for doing what?"

"Well let's see what your limits might be then right now. Do you like to be watched having sex?"

"Do I have to answer that?"

"Only if you're considering my offer."

Jesus, talk about being between a rock and a hard place! MaryAnn had allowed herself the luxury of thinking of accepting the offer. In fact the talk about it was arousing, as if it were foreplay. Now if she said "no" it would be all over. If she said "yes' it would be fait accompli. She gulped down the lump in her throat and whispered, "Yes I do. It was a thing with my husband and me. He loved watching and I got off knowing he, and sometimes several others, were watching." Then she asked, "but who be doing it?" 

This was Jackson's time to show a bit of embarrassment  "I would be watching. I lost a bet with a friend and I made a promise to him. Also I suppose I'm a voyeur. I get a huge thrill out of watching. I promised my friend a special date with the sexiest woman he ever saw."

MaryAnn simply smiled an continued looking at him. 

Jackson looked at his watch, "He will be here in about five minutes. You can see for yourself. Let me suggest you meet him, then take your leave and I'll call you within a half hour for your answer."

With that the preliminaries were over. Jackson bought them both another drink. MaryAnn ordered a Chablis. She found herself strangely aroused. She even hoped the other guy (and was it a guy?) was handsome. This could be an experience to rival that at Smitty's Colorful Club for an evening of interracial dating. Her hand shook slightly as she sipped the wine.

Then, Jackson said, "Ah here he comes now."

MaryAnn looked up to see a big black guy gliding striding towards them as gracefully as a huge panther making his way through the jungle. "My god," she thought. "He's beautiful." 

Jackson introduced them, "MaryAnn I'd like you to meet my good friend, Eddie ." She held out her hand and it disappeared into the hand of the guy called Eddie .

Eddie  said, "Well, my friend Jackson did indeed find most beautiful woman in town." MaryAnn was used to men staring at her, but this stare undressed her. He even bent forward a tad to look down the front of the dress, and he wasn't a big shy about doing it. She wasn't sure if she should be offended but she was positive she was going to accept the offer. 

The conversation was brief. She learned that Eddie was a newly retired professional football player and was now back in college pursuing a law degree "just like Alan Page." 

She remembered Alan Page had a long career in the guise of a mean bastard with the Minnesota Vikings. Then he became a lawyer and ended up on the Minnesota Vikings. Whatever Eddie was, he had chosen a great role model. 

Soon she stood. "I have to go now. Here is my cell phone number. I look forward to your call Jackson." Then she bent over, her titties directly in front of Eddie 's face, circled her cell phone number, and handed her business card to Jackson. She hoped her little act would help Eddie  make up his mind, in her favor. 

In her room she ordered a sandwich. Whatever lay ahead she didn't want to face it on an empty stomach. She could cure her hunger but it would take something more poignant to cure her jitters. God the similarities to her visit to Smitty's Colorful Club in New York were tantalizing. 

MaryAnn later reflected that she hardly noticed what she ate. She was waiting on an important phone call and she hoped against hope she wouldn't be disappointed. Then she checked her watch two or three times a minute to see when the half hour would be up. For all that, when it did ring she jumped. 

Jackson had the news she was waiting for, "You impressed the hell out of Eddie . He would like to come along to our affair. And, was I reading a bit of excitement in your eyes when you saw him, or is my intuition failing?"

MaryAnn couldn't help but smile, "I was afraid my interest might make you jealous. I'm sorry if it did." 

"It's the old big black man/petite white woman thing. I can't explain why it happens but I think it's catching. But what is your answer."

"I don't think I'll have to fake an orgasm. What time?"

"Eddie  will be here pronto at eight thirty. He has to leave in about an hour. That okay with you?"

"If I can control my emotions long enough to get dressed. By the way I have a super sexy dress, made for me special by a top designer in New York. I think I'll wear it. And I'll be there at half past eight on the dot. Can you have the door unlocked so I can just make my grand entrance?"

"I'll leave it slightly ajar. Look forward to seeing you in – and out of – your sexy dress."

MaryAnn hung up. Her hands had stopped shaking. She recalled the famous line by Sherlock Holmes "The game is afoot," and she was ready to play. She took a warm bubbly bath. That always made her feel sexy. Then to further enhance the feeling, she added a touch of white shoulders perfume behind her ears and on the small tuft of hair atop her pussy. Then she dried herself off completely, dashed a bit of white shoulders power on her body, and slipped into the same dress she had worn to Smitty's Colorful Club in New York. My god it excited her to put it on. She hadn't gained a pound and she hadn't sagged a bit. If this didn't excite her two paramours of the evening nothing would. And to top it off she decided to leave her undies behind. There would be nothing under it except herself, a red garter belt and a pair of black stockings. 

The door was ajar as promised. She pushed it open and with a big smile walked into the living room of a plush suite. Her hosts were waiting, drink in hand. Each was wearing an expensive robe, and a pair of slippers. She couldn't tell if they wore anything else. "I declare, Hugh Heffner times two," she said. 

The looks from Jackson and Eddie told MaryAnn she had passed her first test. Then she added to the ambiance by the simple act of walking across the room to take off her shawl and place it on an empty chair. MaryAnn knew that there was much more to good sex than the push-push, grunt-grunt of the actual act. The dress she was wearing, when viewed from the front, was designed to excite men. She turned her back to two new friends, walked to a chair, knowing that her ass jiggled just so. Then she took the shawl from her shoulders and turned around. 

She could hear the gasp as they saw a lovely woman in a dress with a vee-cut down to below her tits. Each was one almost, but not quite, completely bare. 

"Well fellows, Is the party officially underway?" 

Jackson brought her a glass of wine, and gave her a quick kiss. "It's underway, and you're lovelier than I thought possible. It will be a shame to take that thing off you."

MaryAnn gave with a huge smile and said, "Then don't. Why don't you cede that honor to your guest?"

She sipped the wine, looked at Eddie over the rim of the glass, then asked, "How about you Mr. Football, like what you see?" 

Sure she would soon be needing both hands, she quickly set the wine glass down. Showing a delicate move he never showed to a ball carrier, he glided over, "Oh my god yes." He put an arm around her and gave her his own kiss. It was a nice sweet kiss at first but when she felt his tongue on her lips she opened her mouth. When the kiss became a Frenchie his hand went to her ass. 

That did it. As always when a man felt nothing but firm buttocks under a dress his interest soared. He cupped one cheek of her ass as they kissed. Eddie  was clearly excited and he wasn't the only one. MaryAnn was in the arms of a man any women would kill to be with. 

He broke off the kiss and backed off. Then his finger traced a path down between her titties. She looked him in the eye and licked her lips as they did so. She wanted this man! 

Then he was able to reach inside and grasp one titty. Naturally, being paid and all, MaryAnn would not stop him. She reflected that she didn't want to either. As he gently squeezed her right titty. he again kissed her. The thought went through MaryAnn's mind that sex was much more enjoyable after the line had passed where both parties knew it would happen. At that point both could relax, perhaps innovate, and enjoy their freedom from reluctance in order to let themselves go and savor a wonderful experience. That line had been passed when she agreed to fuck for money. 

It was a nice thought, so much so that as Eddie groped her titty she unfastened the belt on his bath robe and put her hand inside, feeling nothing but bare skin. 

Then Eddie said, "I almost hate to take this beautiful gown off you."

"I know but we have more adventures to come. Do it."

She felt him unfasten the zipper. Then Eddie  pulled the dress off he shoulders and let it slide down her body. Now she wore nothing but the red garter belt, black stockings, and shoes. She reciprocated by pulling the robe off his shoulders and letting it drop. He was stark naked. She ran her hands over his chest, then over his arms. My god, the man was all muscle, hard as a rock. And that wasn't all that was hard. She reached down and grasped his cock, then squeezed his balls a bit. 

Another kiss, this time their bodies hard against each other's, his erection pressing into her belly. MaryAnn backed off a tad looked into at Eddie 's eyes and said, "Carry me to the bedroom. I like that." 

He picked her up as if she were a fluffly pillow. She put her arms around him and held tight. The bedroom was a creation of an artist, obviously an artist with sex on his mind. Everything was done in muted pastel colors, a huge mirror was on the ceiling over the bed, another was alongside it. Clearly lovers with so much to see would want to leave the lights on. And what a light it was! An azure glow illuminated everything. MaryAnn reflected that if a person didn't have a lover she would surely find satisfaction in masturbating in such an environment. Eddie laid her down on the huge super king sized bed, the covers turned back. Lying on satin sheets she looked up at her prospective love then at the ceiling. She felt rewarded at the double image. She was ready for him.

And he appeared ready for her. He stood over with his large (but not chat room sized) cock standing straight out. Then he lay beside her and took her in his arms. Both were naked except for MaryAnn's red garter belt and black stocking. Eddie didn't seem to mind the exception a bit. As he kissed her he reached down and ran his hands over the texture of her stockings. Soon while still kissing his hand moved up between them. She spread her legs and he placed a big finger on her clit. Oh god this was it. She was already wet, now she was even more excited. It seemed that everything from the time they met in the bar was foreplay. She gyrated her hips in rhythm to his finger. 

Eddie backed away, looked at Maryann, and said, "My god you are beautiful. I hate to start fucking you because it means I will eventually finish and have to stop." For once in her life MaryAnn was at a loss for words. She could only look at her lover and continue to gyrate her hips. Finally she pulled his head down to her tits and felt his tongue on her nipple. 

"Oh my god Eddie , that feels so good. Can you suck it?" 

His answer was indistinguishable but his actions showed he heard. He moved his wet finger from her pussy, held her titty with it, took a nipple in his mouth, and gently sucked it. Combined with the image on the ceiling it was awesome. She also saw Jackson, completely naked come into the room. He too was erect. She wondered, but only briefly, what he intended to do with the erection. 

As Eddie sucked her titties, one after the other, she just lay there and luxuriated in the glow of pure sex. "Could anything get better than this?" she wondered. 

It could and it did. Eddie gave her one more open-mouthed kiss. Then he slid down her body, kissing and licking as he went. When he got to her crotch he ran his tongue all around it then licked her vulva. MaryAnn reached down, held his head and spread her legs, inviting him in. 

And in he went. Soon MaryAnn was writhing in ecstasy as he held her ass in his huge hands and his tongue over her clit. then inside, then up and down her vulva. He treated her body as if it were a temple to be worshipped, each ministration more brought his goddess closer to his goal. Then when she wrapped her legs around him, pulled his face tight to her, and moved up and down it while murmuring "OHHH MY GOD EDDIE  THAT'S SO WONDERFUL  YES, YES, YES," he knew it was time. 

He moved up on top of her, dwarfing her small body. He held her tight, crushing her tits with his own body. Then he looked her in the eye and said, "I want to make you the happiest woman in the world for the next few minutes. You ready for that?"

God, MaryAnn was in the hands of an artist. She did her best to put her arms around her lover, "Yes my love. I want all of it."

She could feel his cock at the opening. She raised her hips and rubbed it up and down her pussy, she felt her pussy getting wet. She was indeed ready. 

She slid the head of it in and paused. Then she moved against it while pulling on his ass as he moved back. 

"A bit more, just a bit more." They gained a few inches. 

"NOW, NOW, GODDAMN YOU." And she shoved hard. He shoved back and he was in her, all the way.

They held it tight for a second. It was big and it did hurt a bit, but it felt wonderful as well. Her face mere inches from her lover's she started moving slowly. Then she backed until they were almost disconnected, then "THAT'S IT  THAT'S IT, NOW FUCK ME HARD.:" They pushed simultaneously then again and again. She was giving her money's worth and she reflected that she would do it for nothing. My god this was wonderful. She knew she'd come soon. Recently she had seen a video of a big black man and a small white woman. He was pounding her hard and she was screaming in delight. MaryAnn didn't think it possible for a woman to take that much and enjoy it. Now she knew better. She looked in the mirror on the ceiling and herself in action. Perhaps better said she saw he legs partially wrapped around a big black man who was saw him slamming her hard, over and over. The view from the side mirror was better. The closeup view of his cock sliding in and out of her along with her feeling the same thing was as close to awesome as a middle aged woman can get. 

He grunted with each stroke. MaryAnn was the talker. "Oh my god Eddie . I can look up in the mirror and see you banging away at me. In the other mirror I can see your big cock disappearing in me. And I look inches from my face and see your face contorted as you fuck me hard." 

Then she started to lose it, "EDDIE , EDDIE , Look at me. I'm going to cum, my god I'm going to cum, and you are doing it. Look at me as I do it." 

Soon she dissolved into a babble. She whined, moaned, whimpered, then simply cried, with tears of ecstasy rolling down her cheeks, all while her ass was a good six inches off the bed and she was pushing back at his strokes as hard as he made them. Then he felt her hold him tight, while her whole body shook. 

She had cum. 

Eddie smiled down at her. "you liked that huh?"

"Oh my god yes. "

"Now help me." He put his left leg outside of her right one, making their now slippery connection very tight, and started moving again. 

By this time MaryAnn was over her ecstasy and able to savor the sight and feeling of her lover getting off. At least she savored until he, himself, got caught up in the throes of orgasm. As he got close he held her tighter and started moving faster, then faster. His image in the mirror almost scared her. Could this be her on the receiving end of such wild fucking? 

And as Eddie got closer MaryAnn again felt her own body responding. She wiggled hard under him. He slammed it to her harder. Then he started his own babbling, "Oh god, lovely MaryAnn. Oh my god I'm going to cum in you. Darling white woman ooooh god here it is." 

He moved all the way inside her and held still, she raised her ass and moved against him until she felt it happen. Then both quivered and held each other tight.

They lay quiet, the only sounds their hearts beating almost in unison against each other. MaryAnn felt as if she had a wonderful dream. She said, "wow."

"Yeah, wow. It doesn't get any better than that. You were marvelous. You been here all along and I missed you. It was the best ever. How long you been in business?"

"About seven minutes." 

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