Subject: Building Self-Worth
Story Codes: MF oral inc father daughter adultery exhib
Diary Date: December 9, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Ego, self-esteem, self-worth... we call it many names but what it comes
down to is this... How do you feel about yourself when you look in the
mirror? If you're not happy with what you see, what can you do about it?
I guess that depends on how determined you are to do it.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Fragile Ego
Chapter 2 - Ups and Downs
Chapter 3 - Feeling Down
Chapter 4 - Teasing
Chapter 5 - Hotel Room Sex
Chapter 6 - Recharged
Chapter 1 - Fragile Ego
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Some people are lucky in that no matter what happens, how they look, what
they do, or what others do to them, they always seem to have a positive
outlook about life in general and themselves in particular. Some might
call them optimists, others may declare them naive, but the funny thing
is such people probably wouldn’t care what other people named them
anyway.
For the rest of us more practical people, and I like to think I have lots
of company, looking in the mirror can sometimes be a difficult chore and
when we finally work up the courage all too often what we see isn’t all
that wonderful - at least so far as we see it. I can remember as a young
teenager being full of angst and self-doubt to the point I almost
wouldn't even look in a mirror. The alarming image that looked back at
me of a skinny girl with underdeveloped boobs and pony legs was not what
I would dream about. Heck, I didn’t even have to dream. All I had to do
was look at the other girls my age to realize what they had and I didn’t.
At least I had one thing many girls like me didn’t - supportive parents.
As an only child there were no sibling rivalries or favorites, it was
just me. Although at times I found it hard to believe, my mother use to
be a teenager and so she seemed to sense my insecurities. She was always
trying to help me by buying me outfits that enhanced whatever meager
assets I had. She would always tell me that while I may not be at the
front of the bell curve in terms of boob development, I DID have a cute
butt. Thus she would buy me really short shorts, extremely tight little
skirts and skimpy bikini bottoms that most mothers would never allow
their daughter to wear. Indeed, I’m still haunted by memories of my Aunt
Sheri chastising my mom for allowing me to wear such things but my mom
despised her. If anything I think she went a little overboard at times
just to piss her sister-in-law off!
My dad was also as supportive and loving as a father could be. Like my
mom, he did his best to emphasize my positive attributes, especially my
butt. I loved it when he would tell me what a cute ass I had and patted
me on the rear. Like most girls at that age I would do just about
anything to get his attention which is probably why even today I prefer
to run around bottomless while covering up my top even though my boobs
did eventually show up.
Speaking of my dad, one of my favorite memories from back then are of the
special presents he use to buy for me. Whereas the outfits my mom bought
were for wearing in public, my dad’s were strictly for use at home. They
were always something for me to wear that he liked to see me in, like a
sheer negligee, a really tiny bikini, various costumes like for a nurse
or a maid, things like that. Whenever he came home with one wrapped up
for me I would squeal with happiness, tear it apart and then immediately
run upstairs to my bedroom where I would put it on for him to see right
away. Then I would return downstairs and model it for him while he took
pictures of me. To this day I still have all of the outfits even though
I’ve outgrown most of them. They stay safely tucked away in a special
box hidden away in the back my closet. Who knows, maybe someday my
daughter can model them for her father!
Still, while it was nice to have parents that did all they could to make
me feel good about myself, there WAS life outside of home and that’s
where it can be so cruel, especially for a young teenage girl. Just look
at the movies, TV ads and magazines and imagine trying to live up to
those expectations! It didn't help some of my friends were so hot and
all the boys flocked to them like they were in heat, barely glancing at
me when I was with them.
By the time I was fourteen and about to enter high school I hadn't even
seriously kissed a boy yet, let alone fooled around with one. Some of my
friends had already started having sex so you can imagine how THAT was
making me feel. Then the unimaginable miracle happened... the older
brother of one of my best friends asked me out! Like wow, talk about
hitting the jackpot! A sixteen year-old hunk, the object of desire of
most every girl in school, wanted to date me. Sure he had a rep for
“imposing himself” on the girls he dated but that just made it all the
better so far as I would concerned in that he wanted to do it to me!
Even Sharon, Steve’s sister who was my age, was jealous of me. I knew
she’d had a crush on her brother for years although he never gave her the
time of day, let alone a second look which was too bad as she was pretty
amazingly hot in my opinion.
Sure enough, on our first date Steve expected me to give him a blowjob.
He didn’t even really ask, he just told me. Well, needless to say there
was no way I was about to tell him I’d never done one before. I’d seen
enough of my dad’s porn to know the basics of what I was suppose to do.
Also, my mom had given me some advice when I went to her with my worries,
even including a banana for a teaching tool. I even swallowed my first
time although it was more because I was surprised when he suddenly
ejaculated without any warning than any preplanning on my part. I must
have been good enough as he asked me out again and it wasn't long before
I willingly gave him my virginity. It made me so proud to finally joined
the ranks of the other girls in school who put out for their boyfriends,
especially to a guy like Steve.
Steve and I dated for the next six months which became the highlight of
my life up until then. Until he left he was the only boy I had sex with
(well, his brother once but that was just to tease him) and he pretty
much stuck just with me. I felt so proud walking the halls with him,
knowing that everyone knew what we were doing as Steve of course had
immediately bragged to all his friends about doing me. My parents were
proud of me as well. It was so cool to see them smiling when I would
lead Steve up to my bedroom. Yes, for a brief period of time I was in
heaven!
Then the most horrible thing imaginable happened - Steve’s mom was
transferred and suddenly he was in southern California, gone forever.
Once I got over the initial heartbreak and shock I realized that there
were other fish in the sea. It didn’t hurt that he was barely gone
before the other boys to start hitting on me given the reputation I’d
earned being with Steve. It was like they all wanted to know was if I
was really as good a lay as Steve had been saying. While it was
different from the more loving attention that Steve gave me - I had been
madly in love with him, it WAS attention. Indeed it made me feel much
better when I looked in the mirror knowing that so many boys wanted the
girl I was looking at. It’s not that the image changed so much as it was
how I perceived that image.
After losing Steve I wasn't ready to have that sort of relationship
again. Indeed, I didn't know if I ever COULD after how I’d felt about
him. Also, I learned that going out with a new guy was much more fun
than dating the same guy over and over. On our second date they knew
what was coming and it became just about the sex but the first time it
was like a fun game for me. My usual approach was to date a guy twice,
maybe three times at most. The first time he just got a blowjob and I
wouldn't let him touch me under my clothes. The next time I might let
him touch me and even undress me. I might just masturbate for him to
watch or depending on how horny I was even let him fuck me but usually I
made him wait longer for that. The third time, if he qualified for a
third time, was almost always just for the sex. Really, after doing that
why bother dating him again just to do the same thing over again?
Thus I found my niche. Some girls find their self-worth by being a
cheerleader, others by being involved in school politics or with some
club, or sports. Some might even join an organization outside of school.
Unfortunately I couldn't stand the cheerleaders, I was totally a klutz
when it came to most sports, and I had no real interest in school clubs
or other organizations beside my church groups and bible studies.
While certainly not for everyone, that’s why becoming the acknowledged
class slut was the perfect role for me. First, I LOVED sex and so
anything that got me laid as often as possible was alright by me. Next,
I loved the attention it gave me, even the so-called “negative” attention
from some of the kids in school and the faculty, and even in my own
family. As some famous actress once said, ANY attention is GOOD
attention (or words to that effect).
Perhaps the single most impactful event so far as my ego and self-esteem
were concerned was when my dad first had sex with me. Oh sure I’d always
known he thought I was cute and sexy. Like most other men he would get
an erection when I would sit on his lap in just a t-shirt or relax naked
in the hot tub with him. He might have been my dad but he was STILL a
man and one of the things I’d learned by then was that most men’s dicks
would get that way when I was close to them, especially when I showed
some skin.
With all that said and done, while I felt good about myself when my dad
would have me pose in the little outfits he bought me, sometimes even
having me take them off slowly while he would take photos and videos of
me, to take that final step and see that look in his eyes as he prepared
to press his erect incestuous dick into me was something I’ll NEVER
forget so long as I shall live. His dick was like nothing I’d ever seen
before, even when he would watch me masturbate or have sex with a boy I
would bring home. His intensity as he first fucked me was almost scary
in fact, certainly overwhelming. As he was about to enter me it was like
at that moment there was nothing in the world that could stop what he was
about to do, even if I had wanted him to.
When people ask me why I still have sex with my daddy over eleven years
later, my “politically correct” answer is to say that I do to because as
his daughter I have an obligation to submit myself to my father in every
way, even sexually. I tell people that I do it to provide him an outlet
for the needs and urges that build up in him and which need release. I
say that I do it because I love my father and want to give myself to him
in the most intimate and personal manner possible.
While all that is true, it’s certainly not the entire truth. My father
has never forced me to have sex with him and has never made me feel
obligated to have sex with him. That’s all ME talking and my
interpretation of scripture as to how to properly honor my father. As
for satisfying his needs, now that my parents are divorced and he is free
to pursue the girls that my Aunt Linda helps to provide, it’s not like he
needs a 27 year-old daughter to satiate his cravings for young girls. If
anything I’m like twice the age he really needs in that area. Yes, I DO
love him but as I’ve always said, you don't have to have sex with your
father to tell him you love him.
The part that I typically don't mention is that I fuck my dad to make ME
feel good about myself. Whenever I’m feeling a little blue or some doubt
has been cast on my appeal to men, a visit to my dad’s clears that up
every time. When other men lust for me and tell me they want to fuck me,
it doesn’t mean anything compare to when my father tells me the same
thing. After all, for a man to want to have sex with his own daughter
says a LOT about how he perceives her as a sexual object. What more can
he say or do than to lie on top of me after having just released his love
inside of me letting me feel him throbbing inside of me?
Chapter 2 - Ups and Downs
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The problem with trying to improve your own self-worth and self-esteem is
that there isn’t much of anything you can do that is permanent short of
plastic surgery. The cheerleader eventually graduates and hangs up her
skirt. The jock grows old and his athletic skills diminish. One of the
good things about using sex in general as an ego booster is that it can
be stretched out over a lifetime although some things do change and thus
that have to be adapted to as you grow older.
When I was a teen and in my early twenties, it was all about me being the
young teasing girl. Heck, I probably could’ve been fat and ugly and men
would’ve still wanted me when I was sixteen so long as I spread my legs
wide open for them. Then the day comes and you’re walking through the
mall and suddenly you notice the husbands checking out the high school
girls and you realize they don’t give you a second glance! The pervs who
all wanted to chat endlessly on the Internet when you were a teen now
suddenly seem to disappear when they learn your real age. People start
asking you if the little girl next to you is your daughter (now THAT was
a real downer for sure when it happened to me the first time).
Of course when you’re older there are also different opportunities from
what were available as a teenager. While most guys love to LOOK at
underage girls, at the same time they’re are well aware of the legal and
social consequences of doing anything more than a quick glance. When it
comes getting a man to make a move, it doesn’t hurt to be a little older
if you’re into that sort of attention.
One of the positive things I found about being married is that the ups
and downs get smoothed out a lot. Having a man permanently in your life
that tells you every day how beautiful you are and how sexy you look
definitely has some plusses! Of course I know that there are days when
he’s just being kind but yet I like to think that even when I’m puffy or
sick, to my husband I’m still as beautiful as the day he married me.
One thing I hadn’t expected so far as marriage and self-esteem was how
good it would make me feel when my husband shared me with other men.
Maybe sharing isn’t quite the best word to use... more like he is loaning
me out. It almost takes me back to my escorting days or even to my high
school class slut status. What does it say when your husband is so proud
of you that he gets off seeing you satisfying the lust of other men?
What does it say about the trust and faith he has in me to see how much I
enjoy doing it and yet knowing that I will always be his in the end?
Finally, just knowing that I can still turn men on enough to drive them
to cheat on their wives has always been one of the biggest ego boosters
for me since I was fifteen and got laid by my first older man.
As wonderful as my marriage may be, there are still the occasional down
days. That’s to be expected as no marriage can be perfect. For example,
while I try to put on a good face about it I don’t generally feel the
same way about seeing Steve fucking other women as he seems to feel about
when he watches other men doing me. I guess it’s a man thing but for
whatever reason he just can’t get enough of watching me having sex with
other men. Even he can’t seem to explain it but I think it’s something
to do with the fact that he likes them to know what HE is getting all the
time as if somehow that will make them jealous of him. Of course I don't
feel bad when he’s with my mom, cousin or aunt. I’ve always known and
accepted that incest would be an integral part of my marriage and indeed,
my life. It wouldn't be fair to expect my husband to allow me to have
sex with my dad and then try to say he can't with my mom. Besides, how
can anyone feel jealous of her husband for fucking her own mother,
especially when he doesn’t do his own mom?
So putting aside the incest sex, it’s the other women outside of my
marriage that sometimes make me think twice when he does them, especially
when I am watching. That’s one of the reasons I prefer swapping with
just another couple so we can each go off to separate rooms and I don't
get distracted by seeing Steve with another woman. Even though I know
it’s just sex and that he loves me and doesn’t feel anything for her like
he feels for me, I still see the intensity of his facial expressions when
he fucks them and I know for at least that small moment when he is doing
her that he loves what she is doing to him and he’s not thinking about
me. Sure, maybe it’s a little hypocritical of me to say such things
knowing that he must see the same in my face when I’m being fucked by
other men, but it’s not the same. He WANTS me to fuck them for HIS
pleasure as much as mine. I ALLOW him to fuck them because I love him
and I know he enjoys it but there’s little pleasure in it for me.
By far the biggest surprise for me so far as Steve is concerned and how
it impacts on my self-esteem is not so much the wives and women as part
of the swapping we enjoy. It’s how much he has become more and more like
my father that has been the eye-opener. Still, I don't really blame
Steve for taking advantage of the opportunities. Even so he's different
from my dad and his cravings. There’s a big difference between being a
man who wants young girls almost exclusively versus what I consider to be
normal male behavior when such a girl is made available.
My dad could be called a pedophile based on some of the girls he has had
sex with. While he enjoys sex with the women in his family such as me
and my Aunt Linda, outside our family boundaries the only sex he has had
since high school is with young girls as in the eleven to fourteen range,
maybe as high as sixteen. I think my best friend Beth set the record
when he did her at the age of eighteen or so. Once my cousin Kristi and
I got into our twenties and my cousin Tammy went off to college he was
back to where he’d been not too many years before with no young girls
available to him. Then my Aunt Linda for whatever reason saw fit to
invite him to one of her “family” parties and it was like he’d died and
gone to heaven!
My mom, who had dealt with his child porn for years, had no issue with
him fucking teenagers so long as they were his kin. She DID draw the
line at doing it with girls outside the family. Unfortunately, like an
alcoholic falling off the wagon, once started there was no turning back
for him. It was these “needs” that that resulted in my parents’ divorce.
My mother still loves my dad dearly, but she couldn’t live with him and
be married to him so long as he engaged in such activities. I can't say
I agree with my mom but I respect her decision and her standing up for
her principles.
My mom’s situation plays deeply in how I approach Steve’s involvement in
such activities. The difference between him and my dad is that I see
Steve as being more of an opportunist. Steve just does what I think most
men would do if they were given the same opportunities. I mean like what
heterosexual man wouldn't have sex with a willing young girl if he knew
there would be no repercussions? Oh sure some men try to claim they
wouldn’t but I have to wonder just how many of such high and mighty souls
wouldn’t succumb to their instinctive lust if placed in the right
situation. It’s easy to say you won’t do something when you don't have
to actually make the decision - as I well know. It’s not their fault
that they want sex with young girls, they’re just hard-wired that way by
God.
As for me, give me an older married father any day! Oh sure he may not
be able to maintain an erection and cum three or four times a night, but
there’s something to be said for maturity and experience. A forty year-
old father wants to fuck ME whereas a fifteen year-old teenager wants to
fuck ANYTHING. The mature man is concerned about MY feelings and MY
orgasm whereas all the teenager wants is to get himself off. The married
man has to go home and face his wife knowing what he has done with me,
sacrificing his most sacred vows. The school kid wants to brag to
everyone about it and doesn’t care about my safety or security.
As I’ve been saying for years, THOSE are the men who build my self-
esteem, the ones who massage my ego. Knowing the risks they take and how
much they have to lose just to enjoy a few hours of sex with me, now THAT
is guaranteed to make a girl feel good about herself. Even if he’s not
cheating and we’re swapping partners I still prefer a guy my age or older
just because they’re more experienced and care more about MY needs than
their own. As I just said, young boys will fuck anything with a pussy,
preferable human but that’s not necessarily a requirement. There’s
nothing about ME in the equation. While it may be fun and feel good so
far as the sex goes, it doesn’t do anything for my emotional needs, at
least in the long term. Like when it comes to ego, it’s all about ME!
Thus the stage was set for one of my more “down” times. Lately I’ve
tried to avoid the family parties that my husband goes to along with my
father and aunt for the reasons I mentioned. Yes, I’ve attended a few
and most of those made it to my diary as they were “significant” events
for me. I’m not going to say I didn't enjoy myself at them as who would
believe me? I mean, despite all I said there is still something special
about having a boy half your age eager to fuck you and yes, there is that
incredible enthusiasm they bring to the table, not to mention an almost
insatiable erection.
It wasn’t until hours afterwards when I was back home that I would look
in the mirror and ask myself why I did it. The answer was easy - my
husband or father had asked me. True, I could’ve technically said no as
they’ve never made it a formal demand to which I would’ve had to submit
as a daughter or wife. I try to reserve my “NO” responses for those
times when it really matters and means a lot to me. One of the things I
am most proud of is that I have never said no” to my dad when he has
asked me for sex and trust me, there were times when I really wanted
nothing to do with it. But then the next day I would be relieved that I
hadn't broken my string and it was all worth it.
Lately these parties have led to some of my most depressing days. It’s
not so much the times after I would accompany my husband. Those just
make me sad later but I always seem to get over it quickly. It’s those
times when I’m sitting home alone knowing where my husband is and what he
is doing> I find myself wondering if in the heat of passion he even
thinks of me while he’s fucking girls less than half my age. I really
don't expect that he would nor do I expect that he should - that would be
extremely selfish of me. Besides, it’s not like he is hiding anything
from me. I’ve made it clear that he has my blessings. It’s not like
he’s cheating on me or hiding anything from me.
On a positive note I know that when he comes home that he will be
practically drunk with sex and horny as hell, no doubt leading to a night
of great sex. But still while he is out I have to feel a little down.
Deep inside I know that those young girls are satisfying him in the same
manner that I did when I was their age but will never be able to again.
We can role play and have fantasies but I can never again be that young
fourteen year-old waif he fucked for the first time over eleven years
ago.
It’s not just the family parties that sometimes make me sad and doubting
about myself. If there’s one thing that really sets me back and casts
doubt on me as a sexual human being, it’s to be turned away for sex.
While it was rare, there WERE times in high school where a boy wouldn't
fuck me after I told him it was OK. Maybe it was a religious thing,
worries about my past partners, concerns over pregnancy or whatever, it
didn't matter to me. The point was that any guy dating MUST have known
my reputation so why bother taking me out if he wasn't going to fuck me?
I don't mean that every guy I dated had sex with me, quite the opposite
in fact. While in general I didn't mind blowing a guy if for nothing
else than as a thank you for dinner or a movie, sex was much more
carefully rationed out. There’s a difference between being a slut and a
skank - a fine line but one nonetheless. The key for me was it was ME
that made that decision, not him. Once I made up my mind to have sex
with a guy, then I expected him to fuck me without any questions.
If it hurts being turned down by a boy at school, then imagine how it
makes me feel to offer myself to my father or husband and have them say
“no”. Actually they never really say no, they’re far too diplomatic and
loving to be that blunt about it. Maybe they’re just “too busy” or not
feeling good or some other lame excuse. It’s easier for me to accept
that from Steve since we live together and I can’t expect him to be ready
to screw me at the drop of a hat 24/7 (although he seems to think that I
can when he wants it, LOL). It’s when my dad turns me away that really
hurts as we do it so much less these days than we did when I lived at
home. Yes, I know it’s very selfish of me but what can I say, it’s who I
am.
Chapter 3 - Feeling Down
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Such was the case this past Sunday. I woke up a little late and had to
hurry to get to my dad’s before church started for our traditional “pre-
church fuck”. It’s something we’d started years ago as a whim, my dad
fucking me just minutes before we left so that when we walked in and took
a seat barely ten minutes later I was still tingling between my legs and
his cum would be dripping out of me. Mmmmmmm, talk about an erotic
situation! It was even better if my pastor was there to shake my hand
without a clue as to where it had been a few minutes earlier.
Typically Sunday morning sex with my dad is was what I call quick and
dirty sex. I don't undress but rather simply lift my skirt or dress up
to reveal my panties. True, wearing them is a bit of a waste of time but
he seems to get off taking them off of me. Once my bare bottom is
exposed and ready for him to fuck we don't waste any time with foreplay.
Usually I’ll play with myself during the drive over so I’m ready as soon
as he is - which is as I walk in the door and he is standing there with a
full erection in anticipation. Typically he cums in just a few minutes
which is good as we end up late to church half the time. It’s more of a
“tick in the box” sort of thing than a real fucking but it’s important to
me that we maintain the tradition, especially now that I’m married.
Steve rarely went to church with me so it’s just me and my dad, the way
it use to be.
This morning I arrived to find my dad in the garage packing up his
football tailgating gear. Damn, I’d forgotten it was a Steeler game day!
Oops, Steve was still sound asleep when I left the house, something my
dad was quick to point out.
“Hey, where’s your horny husband Kelly?” he asked as he packed, “We
should’ve left a half hour ago. You didn't delay him, did you?”
Didn't I wish! My last view of Steve was laying naked on his side in
bed, his wonderful dick all soft and flopped over against a lush bed of
black pubic hair. Yes, I HAD been tempted but as late as I was already
there just wasn't enough time.
“Noooooo, but you better call him as he was still sound asleep when I
left.”
My dad cursed softly and I admonished him for his language at which he
just rolled his eyes.
“Daddy, it IS Sunday so of all days not to swear...”
“Yes my little church girl,” he teased me, reaching out to pat my butt.
“Speaking of your little church girl...,” I said softly, lifting my skirt
and pulling my panties to the side to reveal my bare pussy, all wet and
ready for him.
My dad sighed, “C’mon Kelly, how about a rain check? I’m already running
late and your husband’s not helping matters.”
That may be true but by now his favorite parking spots would be taken
anyway so what would it hurt to spend another five minutes maintaining
our tradition? It was what I WANTED to tell him but instead I was an
obedient daughter and didn't say anything more although my pussy
certainly wasn't happy about the outcome. Like damn, I’d passed on Steve
and now my own dad wasn't going to do me. Not a good start to my day.
My dad kissed and reached under my skirt to finger me quickly.
“Mmmmmmm, you’re a horny girl this morning... Hmmmmmm, why don't you see
if your Aunt Linda’s hungry?”
As much as I knew my aunt would make me feel good, what I needed right
then wasn't pussy - I wanted a hard COCK! It was one of those times when
suddenly I wanted to be fucked so badly it was like my pussy hurt. Maybe
it was because I was NOT going to get laid that made em so horny for it,
who knows. Whatever it was, I was really feeling low suddenly.
“Daddyyyyyyyy, PLEASE... I want YOU to fuck me!” I begged him, reaching
for his crotch and pressing against his dick.
“Kelly, how about just once giving your old man a break. I don't want to
be out a mile away from the stadium and if the guys can’t hold my space,
that’s where I’ll be if I don't get going now, especially if I have to
wake up your husband. So blame him, not me.”
With that he kissed me and got in the car and drove off, leaving me
standing there in the garage horny as hell. I looked at the large round
Coca-Cola clock on the garage wall and saw I still had a half hour before
the service was underway. The sign outside said it started on the hour
but I knew it was more like a movie where the first fifteen minutes wee
advertisements.
For a moment I thought about going up to see if my Aunt Linda was awake
yet but then that would mean missing church. Unlike my dad who could get
off in five minutes f=given the right incentive, once I got started with
my aunt it would be an hour at least before I could get away again and I
didn’t want to miss church. Bad enough not getting laid but I wasn't
going to compound things by not showing up for service either.
Hmmmmmm, fifteen minutes more or less... time for one thing to cure my
“problem”. I stepped into the basement from the garage and flopped down
on the couch, my favorite spot in the family room. Many a time I’d laid
here and gotten off, either by myself or with someone’s help. Why not
once more?
Pulling up my skirt, the couch felt cool against my butt as I sat back
and spread my legs apart. Touching my crotch, it was slick with my
wetness as I’d been practically dripping while hoping my dad would do me.
It didn't help when he’d briefly put his finger up inside - not long
enough to accomplish anything but enough for me to want more.
It took me less than ten minutes to get off as I rubbed myself with one
hand and cradled my boobs with the other. While it may sound fast, in
reality I was so horny that I had to hold myself back to stretch things
out longer. Somehow or another my aunt didn’t wake up although being two
stories up from the basement I suppose the neighbors would’ve been
complaining before that happened.
Feeling somewhat satiated but not fulfilled, I headed for church where
hopefully I’d relax and settle down a little after being spurned by my
father. While my pussy was tingling when I took my seat, it just wasn't
the same as when I was holding in my dad’s cum. Worse, when I got home I
knew Steve would be gone to the game with my dad and who knew what time
they’d be home. After the game they liked to hit the casino right down
the block from the stadium. For all I knew they might be home until
midnight, or later.
I knew things weren’t right when in the middle of the pastor’s prayer I
found myself thinking about how much it bothered me to have my dad just
toss aside our little tradition as if it meant nothing to him. Yes, I
knew I was being harsh and with the exorbitant price he paid for his
season tickets who could blame him for not wanting to be late. And yes,
it was partially my fault for running so late that I was pressuring him
when had I been on time then maybe he would have wanted to do me.
During the boring sermon I daydreamed about sex with my dad and how it
has evolved over the past eleven and a half years. I wondered if the
older couple beside me had any idea why I was smiling to myself. What if
they knew my thoughts were about how I use to wait anxiously for him to
come home from the office so I could throw myself into his arms and beg
him to do me. It was like having sex for the first time all over again
in that I couldn't get enough of his attention. True, he’d always paid
me a LOT of attention before but nothing like the kind of attention he
was giving me now.
During my college years things cooled down between us of course for no
other reason than I wasn’t home. During those years my father turned to
my younger cousin Kristi and I think that was when things really changed
between us. Not that it was anything bad, just more mature and less
frantic. After all, by the time I graduated I wasn’t a teenager anymore
so who could blame him for seeking one out?
It should go without saying that the biggest thing to happen to me which
changed my relationship with my father was my marriage. It only makes
sense as I was marrying a man to be my lifetime soul mate, partner and
lover. I pledged myself to him, vowed to submit to him as the Bible
commands, even more strongly than to my father. While my dad was still
extremely important to me, my husband was now the number one man in my
life and there was no way this couldn't be reflected in my sexual
relationship with my dad. Still, I WAS still his only daughter and that
was something no other man could claim. Steve was my husband but he
never can take the place of my father in my heart - or my pussy.
As church finally let out I just sat there in the pew for a few moments,
praying and looking to God for guidance. Over the past hour or so I’d
done a lot of thinking and my mood had changed to something more
melancholy than horny as it had been when I arrived. For the first time
in ages I found myself doubting myself, almost like back when I was a
young teen wondering if the boys would ever want me the way they did my
best friend Beth with her ridiculously early developing bustline.
Indeed, ten years ago my dad wouldn't have turned me down for sex in ANY
situation. When it came to concerns about his season tickets or his
little girl’s needs his priorities were perfectly clear. True, it wasn’t
HIS responsibility to submit to me like I did to him but still, he never
turned me down out of love for me. Not that I had any doubt that he
loved me now but obviously I didn't turn him on the same as I did as when
I was a high school slut.
What really ticked me off was that even my own husband hadn’t bothered to
wake up to fuck me before I left. Sure he’d been out late the previous
night with my Aunt to some sort of family sex party but it wasn't like he
was drunk or anything as alcohol isn’t even permitted at those events due
to all the underage attendees. OK, so maybe I could’ve helped jump-start
things by starting to suck on his dick while he slept but I was already
dressed in my Sunday church outfit so I would’ve had to undress first and
then been even later to my dad’s - not that it would’ve mattered as it
turned out.
After leaving church I sat in my car, placing my Bible on the passenger
seat and fastening my seat belt. Just as I was about to start the car I
watched as a guy walked by with his two young girls in tow. Ahead of
them were three teenagers I knew from the youth group, all three terrible
teases. From what I’d heard that was all they did - tease, but they
obviously had a great time doing it.
I smiled to myself as I watched the father holding his girl’s hands but
his eyes were fixed on the girls asses in front of them. Wow, when was
the last time a man like him stared at MY ass? OK, so maybe I didn't
wear quite as short of skirts as the girls were but then at 27 people
stopped shaking their heads at “youthful inappropriate behavior” and
started accusing you of flashing young boys and arresting you.
Wow... suddenly I felt SOOOOOO old. I bit my lip as I watched the girls
move on, suddenly insanely jealous of their youth and blissfully naïve
existence. Those days had been so much fun and now they had passed on
out of my life, at least it felt like they were.
The more I kept thinking about things the more I wallowed in self-pity
and indulgence. No doubt had my cousin Kristi been with me she would’ve
just slapped me and told me to get a grip which probably would’ve worked
even up to this point. As it was I started the car but when I reached
the end of the parking lot instead of turning left to go home, suddenly I
made a hard right turn, almost smacking into a car that blared its horn
as it swerved to miss me. The driver flashed a middle finger at me and I
couldn't help but think he had probably just come from church. Just
another hypocrite.
Where was I heading? For the moment I didn't know other than it wasn't
home. No way was I about to sit in our lonely apartment and feel sorry
for myself all afternoon and night. For now I was just heading towards
the city, destination unknown...
Chapter 4 - Teasing
===================
It was like I was on autopilot as I navigated the busy post-church
traffic and entered the long tunnel heading into Pittsburgh. Breaking
out into the sunlight on the other, I smiled as I always did as if by
magic the city that hadn't even been visible on the horizon a mile or so
behind me was now suddenly laid out in front of me. Crossing the river I
headed downtown to my favorite hotel. I guess when you’re feeling down
there’s no better place than one filled with pleasant past memories.
Seeing the hotel ahead I wondered how many times had I’d been here now
for one thing or another. Everything from meeting one lonely husband for
a night of adultery to being one of the “party favors” along with my
cousin at a company party where for over three hours I was fucked almost
non-stop and finished the night literally covered in cum from head to toe
(yes, some men actually like to cum on a girl’s feet... go figure.)
I recalled once how Steve had brought me here once while we dated, daring
me to see how many men would try to hit on me. He scored me on a scale
of 1 to 10 where a one was leading from them groping me on the dance
floor all the way to a ten if they tried to give me their room key. At
the time that’s all it had been - one massive tease for the benefit of my
boyfriend but at times like this it brought back so many memories and
thoughts.
Thanks to my antics with Steve, I found myself thinking the large lounge
that was always filled with business travelers from out of town of all
shapes and sizes. It was early Sunday afternoon but I imagined that for
men travelling it would be a time when they had nothing better to do than
to sit in the lounge and drink while they watch the game on the big
screen. No doubt being away from home they’d be a bit horny. Mix that
with a few drinks to lower their inhibitions and who knows what they
might do if a girl walked in all by herself. Hmmm, maybe I should find
out?
By now I was at the entrance and decided to splurge on valet parking.
Hotel garages can be dark and creepy, especially when you’re a single
girl all alone. As I came to a stop the valet opened my door and I
smiled as I noticed his eyes drifting down to where my dress was pulling
up as I worked my way out of the car. I suppose a “nice” girl would’ve
tugged it down as she turned in the seat but the last thing I was in the
mood for was to be a “nice” girl.
Taking my valet ticket I started to turn to go inside when I thought for
a moment and asked him to wait. Undoing my coat, I tossed it out flat on
the back seat so I wouldn't have to worry about it inside. Maybe they
had a coat check but if they didn't then I wouldn't want to carry it
around with me all afternoon. I felt goose bumps rise on my exposed arms
and shoulders but it was a quick few steps to get inside where it was
nice and warm again.
First things first... the ladies room to check myself out and freshen up
a bit. All I had with my was a small purse just big enough to hold my
driver’s license, a small hair brush, one tube of lipstick, a VERY small
bottle of perfume (the samples they hand out in stores work great for
this purpose) and a little cash. It was just a carry purse without a
strap but a girl can't leave without something in her hand.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I fixed my hair and added a little
lipstick before stepping back to take stock. My dress wasn’t one of my
sluttier ones as I had to wear it to church but at the same time it
wasn't exactly overly conservative. I smiled as I thought to myself that
I had to maintain my reputation after all. If I ever showed up there in a
long dress to my ankles I think people would have stared more at me than
they do now. It had thin straps to hold it up which to me worked better
than going strapless as straps allowed for a deeper cleavage and it
didn't have to fit so tight against me to keep it from falling down. It
wasn’t like some of my “little black dresses” where half my boobs show
nor did it ride up as high as my typical “date-night” dresses and skirts.
The fact I wasn't wearing panties wasn’t obvious and I would have had to
practically pull up the hem for it to ride high enough to show anyone.
What I DID like about this dress was the way it clung to me. It was like
pulling over a tube top that extended below my hips. Tight on my ass, it
then pulled in tight along the tops of my legs all the way down to maybe
a third of the way to my knees. I remember the first time I wore a dress
like this and how weird it felt to walk in it. It was like somebody had
wrapped a huge bandage around me from bust to thighs. Being so tight it
didn't ride up all that much as a loose skirt would but at the same time
when I DID pull it up, it stayed up - a useful trait at times.
One thing I liked about this hotel was that they provided warm cloth
washcloths in the restroom. I dampened one with hot water and went
inside the handicapped toilet where I had enough room to move around
without banging into the toilet paper holder. Lifting up my dress, I
reached down and cleaned my pussy to wipe off any of my dad’s cum that
had leaked out of me during the service. The guy who left it there might
enjoy seeing it but I didn't think anyone else would be turned on seeing
dried cum on me, especially down there.
Using a second washcloth to dry me off, I pulled my skirt back down and
straightened it out. Opening the door, I almost bumped into a couple of
older women that had somehow entered without me hearing them. Thankfully
I’d hidden inside the toilet as I could just imagine what they might have
said had they walked in and seen my cleaning dried cum off my pussy and
thighs. One last touch of perfume to my neck and wrists and I was off...
Entering the lounge, it was obviously game day as every TV in the place
was tuned to one game or another, half of them to the Steelers of course.
For a moment I thought of my dad and Steve and wondered how they were
doing. It wasn't raining yet but the skies were threatening. Why people
want to sit in a cold football stadium in the rain when they could be
home warm and dry is beyond me - especially when I could be sucking their
dicks as they watched the game!
I took a quick look around, debating where to sit. There were a few
tables as well as booths but they didn't seem appropriate for what I was
planning. The bar area had high stools and at the moment only had a
couple of guys there so I walked over slowly and lifted myself up to take
a seat. Crossing my legs, I could feel my dress trying to pull up but as
tight as it was on me it only came up a few inches keeping my ass well
covered. I was sitting sideways on the stool so I had to twist myself to
face the bar, leaning on it slightly to keep my balance.
The barkeeper came over quickly and asked if he could help me. For a
brief moment I was tempted to tell him just HOW he could help me but
instead I just asked softly for a white zinfandel. He poured me a glass,
a little fuller than I think he normally would have and I just smiled and
asked if I could run a tab. If I was lucky, I wouldn't be paying it!
Looking around as discreetly as I could, I counted maybe five men in the
place. Not surprisingly there were no women except for the waitress
wearing just a football jersey and dark fishnet stockings. From the
looks of things there wasn't anything else under the jersey. She looked
maybe in her late teens or early twenties and was obviously working for
tips given the way she was flirting with each guy and moving her hips as
she walked the room.
So much for the competition, LOL. All the guys were mostly in their
thirties and forties from the look of it. One guy might have been older
than the others but then it could have been just the grey hair. A couple
were in dress shirts and slacks while the others were more casual - like
jeans and a polo shirt, that sort of thing. The old guy wore a sport
coat but he seemed to be the type that never went anywhere without it.
The other two guys at the bar were each a couple of seats away on either
side of me. They seemed more fixated on the game than anything else. My
eyes met one guy’s seated at a table a few feet away. He smiled at me
and nodded, almost like he was acknowledging my outfit and how I looked
in it - or at least that was HOW I hoped he was thinking. I smiled back,
nothing overdone but enough to let him know I was available.
He apparently got the message which both excited and worried me at the
same time. Excited because he started to pick up his drink and napkin to
move over to next to me. Worried because it was just a little too easy.
Was he a player? The last thing I needed was a serial adulterer looking
just to add another notch to his belt.
“Hi, my name’s Kyle,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand for me to
shake. I noticed the wedding ring immediately.
“I’m Kelly, nice to meet you Kyle,” I responded, accepting his hand and
shaking it briefly. I saw him glance down at my hand and he certainly
couldn't have missed the diamond on my ring finger.
“So pardon the cliché Kelly... but what’s a nice girl like you doing in a
place like this on a Sunday afternoon?”
Cliché... yes. Did I mind... no. I glanced at his hand and saw the
wedding ring which made me feel good. It was the single guys you really
had to watch out for.
“Nothing really, just thought I’d have a little wine.”
Kyle looked at my wine glass, then at my legs and then finally up top my
boobs and over to my hand where I was sure this time that he noticed my
own wedding ring.
“So you’re a Steelers fan?” I nodded and he smiled as he asked, “I take
it your husband is as well?”
“Well, he’s at the game with my dad so I guess you could say that,” I
said with a slight frown.
“And he left you home all alone?”
I just nodded and he continued, “Well I have to say, if MY wife looked
like you I that dress I’d never leave her home alone, let alone in a
place like this.”
“Thanks,” I said trying to act embarrassed at his compliments.
“Seriously... that dress fits you like a glove.”
“Well I’m glad SOMEBODY noticed today,” I sighed, taking another sip of
wine.
Kyle put his hand out and rested it on my knee. It was a little bold but
nothing overly so. I pretended I didn't notice.
“So why are YOU here today Kyle?”
Kyle rolled his eyes and answered, “Business... I’m from Atlanta and this
is my first time in Pittsburgh. It’s a nice city. Was hoping to get
tickets to the game but with the weather and all I guess that it worked
out for the best.”
Not exactly telling me much which was actually a good sign. Guys who
jabber too much are usually just all talk and no action.
“Family?” I asked.
“Just the wife these days... empty nesters. Two daughter, both graduated
and married,” he replied and then asked me, “And you?”
Hmm, obviously I’d misjudged his age. He had to be in his mid-forties I
was thinking based on his introduction. Oh well, why not? “Just married
last year, no kids yet.”
Kyle huffed a little saying, “Don't rush into it, enjoy life. We got
pregnant two months after the wedding so it was like barely had a
honeymoon and then it was all about kids for the next 25 years.”
“We can't have kids,” I said with my eyes downward, “But we’re looking to
adopt.”
I didn't see any reason to explain WHY we couldn't have kids. Besides,
it might not help me along here if this guy found out that my husband was
sterile from an STD he’d picked up before moving back to Pittsburgh with
his mother. It wasn't anything that could hurt me now but during his
last physical the doctor did some tests in case we wanted to start a
family and that was when we learned the awful news.
Kyle at least had the common sense to avoid pursuing the subject. In any
case I changed the subject quickly.
“So it must be nice now to have the house with just you and your wife,” I
said, trying to draw him out a little.
“You would think,” he answered, looking a little dejected now himself,
“Things don't always work out that way. Now if I had a wife like YOU
then I wouldn't be looking for an excuse to leave town every chance I
get.”
With that he moved his hand up my leg. It was just a fraction of an inch
and almost imperceptible should anyone be watching but I could feel his
touch against my skin.
“And I bet you wouldn't leave me home for a stupid football game.”
With that I acted as though I was fidgeting in my seat with the effect
being I pulled my leg up a little but higher to expose just a little more
thigh. Kyle responded with some movement of his own such that he was now
sitting right up close to me with his hand now firmly on my thigh.
“You know Kyle, I bet your wife wouldn't appreciate where your hand is
right now,” I teased him but making no effort to push him away.
“I really don't give a crap what she thinks anymore,” he grumbled,
spreading his fingers apart to cover more of my leg with his hand.
At that point something happened on the TV as groans emerged from the
other guys watching which caused us both to look up and see what had
happened at the game across the river. Personally I could have cared
less but it seemed the appropriate thing to do at the time.
The result was a bit of a reset as Kyle moved his hand back to my knee
again. We started talking about Pittsburgh, things to do and such.
Other than what he had told me earlier, the topic of his family and
marriage stayed off the table... or the bar I guess in this case.
Actually that was a good sign so far as I was concerned. Had he brought
out the family photos and bragged about his wife then anything more than
a creeping hand would have most likely been off the menu.
One glass of wine down and another magically appeared. Kyle smiled and
told me not to worry, he was on an expense account and would take care of
my bill. Yep, works every time!
One glass of wine was unusual enough for me but to tackle a second was
definitely not my normal routine. I’d have been just as happy to order a
Diet Coke but then I’m sure Kyle was working on the assumption that if he
got me drunk then I’d be easier prey. Little did he know just how easy I
was planning to be!
“So tell me Kelly, you’re pretty dressed up and here you are wandering
into a hotel lounge on a Sunday afternoon,” Kyle said offhandedly, trying
not to appear as nosey as I knew he wanted to be, “I hope you don’t mind
if I ask why?”
I hesitated before answering, not because I didn't know how to answer but
I wanted to appear not to know.
“Well, this is what I wore to church today and I didn't go home to
change.”
Kyle smiled at that and I noticed his hand moved back up again to where
it had been before.
“Really? Wow, I need to start going to church if babes like you come
dressed like this,” he chuckled and then added, “You know, I’ve always
wondered how a girl can even sit in a tight dress like that.”
We both laughed at that one, more than it qualified for but it didn't
matter. Then he just sat there and waited for me to respond to the other
part of his question. Again I paused for moment and averted my eyes as
if I was embarrassed to say anything.
The hand inched up a little more to where he was just a couple of inches
from the hem of my dress.
“Hey... it’s OK, you don't have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
I took another swallow from my wine glass and sighed softly.
“Guess I’m just a little depressed is all.”
Kyle squeezed my thigh and said, “So why don’t you tell me a little more
about this husband of yours.”
About the LAST thing I was going to tell him was the truth so I made up
what I thought was a pretty nifty story.
“I don't know... we were high school sweethearts and I’ve never really
dated anyone else. He’s never ignored me like he did today... well for
the most month or so.”
With that I pretended to hold back tears and noted that Kyle took
advantage of my “weakness” to inch his fingers up until the tips were
just up to my dress.
“Sorry,” I said with a little choke in my voice, “I just worry he’s
cheating on me.”
Kyle leaned over until his face was maybe a foot or so from mine.
“Well, all I can say is that if you were MY wife I’d never even look at
another woman.”
Little did he know just how many other women my husband had done a lot
more than just look at since we got married, LOL.
“Well, I noticed his shirt smelled of perfume that wasn't mine after he
came home late from work last week. And then it seems lately like he
isn’t interested in... well, you know... sex.”
Rather than push his fingers under my dress which would have been pretty
forward given how tight it was around my legs, Kyle started to slowly rub
my leg, running his hand from my knee to my dress hem.
“Sounds like a jerk to me,” Kyle murmured and then he quickly apologized,
“Sorry, that was uncalled for and I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No it’s OK,” I assured him, “I guess I was just thinking that maybe I
should give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Have you ever cheated on him before?” Kyle asked in a tone that was
maybe more optimistic than what would have been considered appropriate.
I just shook my head and bit my lower lip before answering with, “Oh no!
Actually he’s the only one I’ve ever done it with.”
Well, that was quite a whopper but one thing about men... they’ll believe
just about anything if they’re horny enough.
Kyle sat up a little and I wondered if maybe I’d laid it on a little too
thick but then I knew I had my hook caught.
“You know Kelly, that’s pretty incredible. You just don't meet many
people who can say that these days... you know, they’ve never been with
anyone other than their spouse. Especially someone that’s as beautiful
as you are.”
That was sweet of him to say about me, especially given that such
compliments and observations were exactly why I decided to take this
little jaunt. Another drink of wine and I pretended to be getting a
little bit tipsy. It wasn't all that hard as I was indeed starting to
feel the effects.
Kyle’s hand was slowly working its way from the top of my leg in to
between them but with my legs crossed it wasn't all that easy. In any
other situation I would have kept them crossed but in this case I thought
a little un-ladylike behavior was warranted so I lifted my leg and placed
it aside the other with just a little bit of separation, using my heels
to grab the bar-stool underneath to keep my balance.
The whole time Kyle never moved his hand so when I was situated again I
leaned over and whispered, “Does this make it easier?”
For just a moment I thought Kyle was embarrassed but then I think he
figured if I was going to be so bold then why not go for it?
“You know Kelly, for a young wife who hasn’t been with any other man
other than her husband you’re being pretty forward.”
I knew where he was leading me. Was this real or just a setup? Maybe I
was a hooker looking for some action. Even worse, what if I was an
undercover officer looking to bust some out of town guy on the hunt for
some local pussy?
“Ok, you got me,” I confessed and I could have laughed at the expression
on his face. Even his hand started to pull back so I reached down and
put my hand over his, pulling it back until he was in between my legs.
“I HAVE had sex with another guy but that was at my bachelorette party
and they got me so drunk I didn't know what I was doing. The only reason
I even know it happened was because they took a video of us. Well, I
know better than to drink too much since then!”
As if to emphasize the point, I reached over and grabbed my wine glass,
taking a good couple of gulps this time.
“So THAT’s what you weren’t telling me?” he asked, looking a little
bewildered.
“Isn’t that enough?” I said as if I couldn't believe what he had said,
“It’s not like I’m some kind of prostitute or undercover cop or anything
like that.”
“Well that’s not what I meant,” he quickly said, backtracking from the
conversation.
“So then tell me Kyle,” I whispered just enough to be heard above the
game, “what DID you mean?”
The gears were spinning in his head as he seemed to be debating with
himself on what to do next. Was I just a tease? Was I on the hunt? For
that matter, could he believe anything I’d told him? Was I worth the
risk?
Considering my entire purpose in being here today was to see whether or
not men were interested enough in me to take whatever risks were needed
to have me, I’d say I’d probably already achieved that goal. Kyle wanted
me, no doubt about that. I felt myself warming inside as his hand moved
along the inner part of my thigh, my most sensitive part of my leg.
He wasn't answering so I decided to up the stakes a little bit.
“I tell you what Kyle... let’s make a bet. What do you say... am I
wearing panties or not?”
“And how will I know if you’re telling the truth?” he said, a smile
coming to his face.
“Let’s just say you won’t have to just take my word for it,” I said in a
teasing voice as I put my hand over his and pressed it against me
tighter.
Kyle then pretended to go through this soul-searching muse as to what to
do when I knew what his answer would be from the start. He didn't
disappoint me.
“So what if I get it right? Wrong?”
I giggled and licked my lips just enough for him to see me do it.
“Does it matter?”
At that Kyle laughed again but I could see the lust building in his eyes.
For the first time since we met I felt confident that he was going to
fuck me. The only questions now were when and how.
“Why don't you stand up for me then and let me get a good look at your
butt?” he asked rhetorically.
I just shrugged and slipped off the edge of the stool, not bothering to
hike my dress back down to where it should have been. Well, “should”
from the standpoint of Emily Post, not mine.
“So... like my ass Kyle?” I teased him as I turned slowly in front of
him. he started to reach out to touch it but I pushed his hand away and
warned him, “No touching, that wouldn't be fair. You have to guess based
on what you see only.”
Kyle acted as though he was making a determination to bring about world
peace or some other momentous decision. Putting his hand to his chin, he
gazed at my ass for far longer than it should have taken for such an easy
decision. Finally he sat back and crossed his arms almost defiantly as
he rendered his decision.
“It would be easy to say you weren’t wearing anything under that sexy
dress based on how tight it conforms to your body and the total lack of
panty lines. Still... given the technology today panty lines aren’t as
easy to spot these days and frankly, you just don’t seem like the type
who would go out in public commando. Yeah... you talk a big game but I
suspect that’s all it is.... talk.”
Wow, he really didn't have a clue! Still, I thought it was pretty hot
that he had no idea about my background I wondered what he would say if
he knew the truth about the hundreds of men who have fucked me over the
years, not to mention the who knows how many that I’ve blown.
“Oh really?” I said, my turn to cross arms.
“Yeah, it may not be much but it’s there I’ll bet,” he said rather smugly
as if he had me nailed.
He waited for me to respond but I just sat there with a slight grin,
teasing him as best I could. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.
“Soooooo? Am I right or wrong? I KNOW I’m right so pay up sister.
I leaned back in the stool and crossed my legs once again, letting my
dress ride up even higher this time but still well low enough that he
couldn’t verify his guess one way or the other.
“Let me put it this way Kyle,” I said slowly, “What you see is what I
got.”
Kyle just laughed softly and shook his head in protest. “No way, I bet
you’ve NEVER gone out bare ass in public.”
I almost choked trying to hold back the laughter. Just goes to show you
can’t judge a book by its cover.
“So what do I get for my prize?” he asked.
Shaking my head, I answered, “Noooooo, you don't get a prize because
you’re wrong.”
“Prove it then,” he came back quickly and rather forcefully this time.
“Here? In the middle of the lounge?” I protested in mock modesty. I
shook my head answering with, “No way, there’s people watching us for
goodness sake.”
“Well, it appears we’re at a standoff. I claim I’m right and you say I’m
wrong but yet you won’t provide any proof one way or the other. Doesn’t
seem quite fair to me.”
He seemed to be becoming truly agitated but I wasn't about to go out of
character this easily and just sat there silently as if I didn't know
what to say which just seemed to agitate him all the more.
“So what’s this all about anyway? You some kind of cock teaser or what?
Hubby leaves you all alone so you go out on the prowl but when things get
a little too personal you pull back? Yeah, I should’ve seen it coming.”
I pretended to be hurt by his comments and if I was a better actress I’d
have tears streaming but it was the best I could do just to look down and
act as though I was upset.
“I am NOT a cock teaser,” I murmured just loud enough for him to hear.
I’m sure in his mind I was playing right into his hands. Lonely
housewife spurned by her husband out trying to act out her revenge only
to have her bluff called and now wanting to prove she wasn’t bluffing in
the first place. Of course all that meant was now I was in position to
do what he wanted... or so he thought. Little did he realize that now I
had HIM in the exact position I wanted!
Kyle reached into his short pocket and pulled out his room key, putting
it on the bar and sliding it over in front of me.
“The prove it... here’s my room key. Go up ahead of me and I’ll be there
in a few minutes.”
I wanted to grin and give a big “YES!” but instead I stayed in character
and acted as though I wasn't going to take it.
Kyle reached out and put his hand on my leg, this time sliding it up
until his fingers were under the hem up to his palm placing them
precariously close to me crotch but still far enough away as to keep him
in the dark as to my underwear status.
“C’mon Kelly... you know you want it,” he urged me, “Don't you want to
show your husband how it feels to be left all alone while he goes off and
has a good time at the game. I bet he’s flirting with every girl he
sees. Why let him do this to you without fighting back?”
I picked up the card key but just held it between my thumb and
forefinger, holding it against the bar and rotating it slowly from one
edge to the next.
“I don’t know... I guess I really hadn't thought this through...”
Kyle huffed and held out his hand, “Screw it then bitch. Give me back my
key and then go back to being a slave to your asshole husband. You
deserve him.”
I clutched the key in my hand and held it to my chest defiantly.
“Fuck you,” I said which was quite uncharacteristic of me as I almost
never swear but then everything I was doing was not “normal” for me so
why not? “I’ll show you... but you better be there in two minutes or I
walk.”
With that I slide off the chair and without bothering to pull down my
dress I started to walk out of the lounge. Just as I reached the
entrance I turned and headed back to him, pretending to be sheepish.
“What room number?” I said with a slight frown.
Since he hadn't told me I couldn't tell from the key where to go. Of
course I knew that from the moment I picked up the key but I thought it
added a nice touch to emphasize my lack of experience in such situations.
“628... turn right out of the elevator and it’s on the left,” he said,
clearly pleased with himself.
I headed back out again and couldn't help but notice the looks from
several of the guys. Maybe they were no wishing they’d been the ones to
approach me when I came in instead of Kyle.
Without a look back I made my way to the elevators and pushed the UP
button. A door instantly opened and I was on my way up.
The question was, up to what?
Chapter 5 - Sex in a Hotel Room
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My first impression upon entering the room was that obviously Ryan hadn't
planned on bringing a girl back when he left for the lounge. The double
bed closest to the window was still unmade and I had to wonder why the
maid service was so late. A single suitcase was open on the other double
bed with clothes scattered around. I didn't see any signs of pajamas so
either he slept in the nude or his underwear.
A quick check of the bathroom had the usual suspects - toothbrush,
toothpaste, razor, a can of gel shaving cream, and a can of body spray
deodorant. A couple of towels were in the bathtub which made me happy as
it looked like he’d showered in the morning.
Then I saw one last thing that really told me he hadn't been expecting
visitors... a couple of porn magazines next to his suitcase, Oh well, I
guess that just meant he was a normal male, LOL. At least he obviously
wasn't gay.
That was all the time I had for an assessment as there was a single knock
at the door and I knew it could only be one person. Opening the door, I
was startled to see that I was wrong - it was the maid finally making her
appearance. She was a young girl in Muslim attire and she seemed quite
shy.
“Maid service,” she asked in a soft voice, her eyes looking downward
rather than meeting mine.
I smiled as sweetly as I could and answered, “Not now... I don't think he
wants to be disturbed for a while.”
She looked at me and then I think she realized what the situation was and
she quickly nodded and headed away just as Kyle came walking down the
hallway. I held the door open for him to enter.
“I take it she didn't want to join us?” he said jokingly.
I just ignored him which hopefully signaled my response better than
words. Without saying anything I walked back to the center of the room
between the two beds and then turned to face him with my arms folded in
front of me. For just a moment I felt distinctly aware of my situation
and considering how quickly his temper had flared at the lounge I
couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right decision.
“Well, let’s see the proof now,” he demanded, motioning to my dress, “No
excuses anymore, there’s nobody to see you but me.”
I turned away from him and raised the hem of my skirt up until it was
over my butt such that there was no doubt I wasn't wearing anything
underneath. Without turning around I pulled it back down again and now
if anything it was lower on my legs than before.
“Ahhhhh, so we’re going to be playing games now,” he grumbled. I still
didn't say anything but gave him a questioning look instead. “Still
teasing... rear view only, eh?”
“Well there was nothing about which side of me you got to see,” I said
with a slight smirk on my face which only seemed to antagonize him.
“I’ve had enough of this shit,” he suddenly growled, “Take off the
dress... now!”
I hesitated and he took a step words me warning, “Either you take it off
right now or I will.”
That funny feeling in my stomach that I’d felt before was coming back.
Damn, what had I gotten myself involved in? Kyle was more than a head
taller than me and obviously a lot stronger so if he got violent there
would be nothing I could do about it. Apparently he saw the fear on my
face and he softened his tone.
“Hey, just kidding,” he said smiling now at me, “Why should you be the
only one to do the teasing?”
It wasn't his request that I hadn't liked, it was the manner in which he
made it. Even though he’d offered me a way out, I really wasn't looking
for one. In fact, I had sort of wondered how this was going to play out
and if this was how he wanted to do it then it was fine with me.
Actually, I pleased when he did a reversal from the domination role.
After all, what I really wanted was to have my ego massaged and to feel
sexy and wanted - not dominated. Fortunately, it was looking like I was
in luck...
“Damn you look sweet,” he said huskily as I lifted my dress up and over
my head.
Since it was all I was wearing, I was left naked except for my pumps
which I left on knowing how men seem to get off from a girl keeping her
shoes on during sex. So long as I didn't have to stand in them much
longer I was happy to oblige.
“Do I look better than your wife Kyle?” I asked softly, pretending to be
unsure of myself.
“Holy crap... she NEVER looked like this, not even as a teenager in high
school,” Kyle said after letting out a long wolf whistle.
I stood there, waiting for him to make his move which he finally did,
moving up close to me and putting his hands on my bare hips, rubbing them
softly.
“You feel so soft... your skin’s like silk,” he whispered to me as his
hands began to explore me.
First he moved in closer so he could put his hands on my butt, squeezing
me and lifting up with his hands cupped under my buttocks. From there
it was up my sides and then over my shoulder blades until he held my neck
with both hands. It wasn’t like he was throttling me, more like
caressing.
He leaned down to kiss me and I turned my head up until our lips met. As
out tongues touched his fingers ran though my hair, tugging gently as he
went from my scalp to the ends. Putting my arms around his neck, he
moved his down until he had my ass again, pulling me in tight top him
such my boobs were crushed against his lower chest.
“You taste like honey,” he softly spoke, “God I love the feel of your
ass... so soft yet so firm.”
I imagined how flabby his wife’s butt must be and it made me feel good to
have him compliment mine.
We kissed again as he directed me backwards to the bed. Laying me back
against the pillow, he pulled the rumpled sheets back until I was able to
lay on my back against the bottom sheet without anything under me. Kyle
stood up and gazed down at me, his eyes running up and down my exposed
body as he wet his lips with his tongue.
“Ahhhhh, you shave your cunt,” he observed, running his fingertips along
the region right above my pussy, “That’s so hot, my wife’s won’t even
trim hers.”
So his wife didn't shave or even trim her pubic hair. Well to be
perfectly honest I’d been contemplating lately as to whether to allow
mine to grow out a little bit. Not a full-fledged bush but just a light
covering right above my pussy, keeping it short and well-groomed but
still something for guys to play with. I guessed this wasn't the time to
bring up those plans however.
Spreading my legs just slightly, it was enough to send him the signal
that it was OK with me for him to explore a little more and he ran his
fingers down and between my pussy lips until the tips were pushing
against my pussy hole. As wet as I was from anticipation, it slipped
easily into me up to the second knuckle.
“Ahhhhhh, you like this... don’t you?” he grinned.
Still not having spoken anything, I just nodded and let him explore me
further, pushing his finger deeper inside of me. Once he was in as far
as he could reach, he pulled it out and then started to slowly fuck me
with his finger as he used the palm of his hand to apply pressure to my
clit. Mmmmmmm, it felt soooooo good!
“Oh yeah, right there,” I encouraged him, speaking my first words since
we started.
Kyle reached out with his other hand and started to massage my boobs as
he continued to play with my ever wetter pussy. I loved the way he tugged
gently on my nipples, not enough to really hurt but at the same time
making them tingle and harden.
“You have perfect tits,” he complimented me, “Not those fake ones... I
hate those. Yours are just right - firm and perky and not a lot of
sagging.”
Before I could answer he let go of both my boobs and crotch and was
moving up and onto the bed, pushing my legs further apart. Grabbing a
spare pillow, he pushed it under my ass to lift my butt up in the air and
then dived into my crotch without saying a word, going straight to
licking and sucking on my clit. God it felt wonderful! Although I can't
really say why, for some reason I just hadn't pegged him for being all
that great a pussy eater. Just goes to show you can't judge a book by
its cover.
“Oh Godddddd,” I moaned almost continuously as his tongue manipulated my
clit, even better than most girls which is quite a compliment from me.
I could feel my orgasm rising and then he pushed two fingers into my wet
pussy, fucking me with them as he tugged on my clit with his lips. My
legs draped over his shoulders as I couldn't concentrate on holding them
up in the air anymore but he didn't seem to mind. My ankles locked and I
pulled him into my crotch, trying to increase the pressure against my
clit and crotch in general.
Wow, talk about an orgasm! I didn't say a word not because I didn't have
anything to say but more that I couldn't get anything to come out as I
gasped for air and my body stiffened while my pussy convulsed around his
fingers. Like a pro he didn’t miss a beat, his tongue working against me
to drive me deeper and deeper into whatever world my mind goes when it
loses control of my body and it’s like nothing exists except the feelings
that surge within me.
As to how long that continued... your guess is as good as mine. All I
know is I never wanted it to stop but then all good things must come to
an end and so it was with this. My stomach was hurting from doing what
essentially amounted to a series of crunches that under normal
circumstances would have had me begging to stop.
Kyle, realizing round one was over, looked up at me and raised his head
with a grin from ear to ear. He knew he’d made me feel REALLY good and
he seemed quite proud of himself. Moving his way up and over me, he
kissed me and I could taste my cum on his tongue and mouth. Mmmmmmm, I
LOVE the taste of my pussy, especially just after having cum so hard.
“Feel good?” he whispered as our eyes met.
“Oh... my... god!” I gasped, still short of breath, “That was like
incredible. Where did you learn to do that?”
Kyle smirked as he answered, “Let’s just say it wasn't my damn wife.”
It wasn't much of an answer but right then I didn't care as my pussy was
still so sensitive that just the feel of him brushing over my clit was
enough to make me jump and shudder.
With that he got off the bed and I expected him to strip down and join
me. Instead, all he did was undo his belt and pants and unzip them. Then
he pushed them down just enough to let his semi-hard cock pop loose. It
was the first time I’d actually seen it other than outlined in his pants.
While certainly nothing to earn him a role as a porn star, it was more
than adequate, right there in the middle of the pack from my experience.
I would say maybe just a little bit smaller than my husband’s cock but
about the same as my dad’s.
One thing that caught my eye immediately was how hairy his crotch area
was. It was like it started up on his belly and just got darker and
heavier the further down you would go until by the time you got to his
crotch it was like a small forest between his legs. I LOVED it! Nothing
is worse than a guy who shaves his crotch. Frankly, I think a shaved
dick looks sort of like a shave sheep - unnatural and looking like
something’s missing. Give me that thick coarse pubic hair any day to run
my fingers through and then feel up against my face and eventually my
crotch.
“Well?” he asked.
I wasn't really sure what he was asking me. Did he want me to comment on
his cock size? Surely he’d been in enough locker rooms to compare
himself against other guys so unless he was fishing for false compliments
he must know that he wasn’t all that spectacularly endowed. Was it his
dense hairy body? Now for many girls that can be a real turnoff and to
be honest, I prefer a hair crotch but not a hairy body. A guy doesn’t
have to look like a gorilla, that was for sure. Hairy backs and
shoulders don’t really do it for me.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, you can NEVER go wrong
complimented a guy on the appearance of his dick. Really, do they ever
actually LOOK at them in the mirror? Whatever, it’s like they live in
some sort of dram world and I’ve never met a guy yet who thought his dick
didn’t LOOK good. When it comes to size, well they can’t fake that but
appearance is always open for discussion.
Looking at his crotch and then up to his eyes, I went back to gazing at
his dick as I licked my lips seductively and answered slowly, “I love
your cock Kyle... it looks beautiful.”
Let’s be honest... NO cock LOOKS beautiful, especially the uncircumcised
ones. Actually, the vast majority of the ones I’ve seen (and I’d like to
think I’ve seen a LOT more than your average girl) are sorta ugly. What
makes a cock “beautiful” to me is not how it LOOKS but what it signals to
me and what it tells me about the guys it’s attached to and what he is
thinking of me.
Face it, if I’m sitting naked in front of a guy and his cock is limp,
that’s not exactly a defining moment of me. What I LOVE is when a guy
gets an erection and I know that I’m the reason for his uncontrollable
reaction. So far as I know, no man on earth has ever been able to
achieve an erection on his own just by wishing for one (ignoring “morning
wood”). Thus if a guy’s cock grows when he looks at me it’s a sure sign
that he finds me desirable and that he wants to have sex with me. I like
to call them the perfect lie detector. A guy can say anything to me
about how I look and what he wants to do to me and most I take with a
grain of salt. The only thing I believe 100% of the time is his cock.
Yep, a dick never lies!
So anyway, Kyle seemed happy with my assessment of his dick and I was
reminded by the expectant look in his eyes of his “Well?” statement just
a few moments earlier. It wasn't like I didn't know what he was
expecting - the same thing EVERY guy at least hopes for when a naked
girl’s head is just a matter of inches away from his exposed cock. In
Kyle’s case it was more than just wishful thinking - he EXPECTED it and I
can’t say I blamed him at this point after what he’d done for me.
As I leaned forward I could almost feel the Kyle’s excitement his cock
literally twitched in front of me. At this point I had two options -
stroke him a while first or go for the mouth from the git-go. Usually I
prefer to stroke a guy for a while and feel his dick in my hand. It
helps in my decision that generally a guy has an erection by the time I
can lay a hand on him. The times when I like to take him my mouth from
the start are those rare instances where he’s still soft or at least
semi-flaccid. Mmmmmmm, I LOVE to feel a dick rowing inside my mouth!
In Kyle’s case his erection was already in full arousal mode so I reached
out and took his shaft in my hand, wrapping my fingers around it with my
thumb running up and along the underside of his dick head. Leaning
forward, I spit on his shaft to make it easier to stroke and very slowly
ran my hand down his shaft until it was pressed against the base of his
crotch and covered by his thick and lush pubic hair. I paused stroking
him for a moment to run my fingers through the dense coarse hair.
“Mmmmmmm, I just love running my fingers through your pubic hair Kyle.” I
said sweetly looking up at him and grinning naughtily.
Kyle grinned and answered, “That’s a relief... I was afraid when I saw
you shaved cunt that you would expect me to be shaved as well. Obviously
that’s not the case.”
Shaking my head I said, “Oh no.... I LOVE it thick and long, just like
this.”
He seemed anxious and I knew it was enough talk so I gently took his cock
head in my mouth and licked the very tip of him as I grasped the shaft at
the base to keep it still in my mouth. When I ran my tongue around the
head I could feel him shudder and I knew he liked what I was doing to him
but it never hurts to hear it from the source.
“So you like that?”
Kyle groaned and pushed my head back on his dick which was answer enough
for me.
As I took his dick deeper, I pushed his pants down to his ankles but he
still had his shoes on so I couldn’t get them off. Kyle had both hands
on each side of my head, gripping me and pushing me onto his cock,
driving it deep into my mouth and throat. At one point I had to push
back to restore my senses and get a breath. It was just a moment as he
was super-anxious for me to get back to work again on it.
“God it feels so good when you do that,” Kyle gushed at one point where I
twisted my head around his dick as my tongue ran over it while I slowly
drew up from my face buried in his crotch until just the tip was in my
mouth. I like to think of that as my signature move and practically
every guy begs for it over and over again. Kyle was no exception!
Mmmmmmm, talk about an ego booster!
Theoretically I guess I could have continued until he blew his load in my
mouth but I don't think either of us really wanted that to happen, at
least not yet. Indeed, he started groaning louder and his hands were
gripping my head more forcefully when suddenly he pulled back, his dick
popping out of my mouth with a wet slurping sound.
“Whew, that was close,” he whispered huskily, more to himself it seemed
than to me.
It didn't take a psychology degree to know what was coming next but at
the same time I like it when a guy has to at least make an effort to fuck
me so I sat there as if I had no idea what he wanted to do next. I
didn’t wait long...
“Lay back,” he said in a soft but firm tone as he put his hands on my
bare shoulders and pushed me backwards.
I reached behind me and pulled one of the pillows under my head to make
it easier for me to watch what was going on between my legs. Silently I
lay there as reached under legs and put his elbows under my knees to lift
me up until my ass actually came off the bed a few inches. His dick was
pressing against my crotch but an inch or so off the mark if he was going
to fuck me. With both his hands occupied it was left to me to reach down
and guide him home.
Kyle was so anxious to fuck me that it was a bit of challenge lining his
quivering dick up with my pussy hole. He kept thrusting it forward every
time I moved him whether I had him in the right spot to not which caused
him to poke me in all the wrong places but finally, more by luck than
design, the stars aligned and before either of us knew it really he was
half-way in my with one stroke. It didn't hurt that I was still soaking
wet from his earlier ministrations.
“Damn!” he cried out as he pushed again to drive himself in further.
From his tone it was clear he wasn't cursing but more that he was
expressing the feeling of his dick being surrounded by my warm wet pussy.
While I knew how wonderful it felt to have him IN me, sometimes I wonder
what it’s like for a guy to have this THING protruding out from his
crotch and then pushing it inside a woman. I suppose it’s no different
than a guy wondering how it feels to have boobs but then again, I’ve seen
a few guys that could use a bra.
“Fuck me Kyle... I want you to fuck me.”
The words that EVERY man loves to hear... a girl begging him to fuck her.
It’s amazing that after all the hundreds of times my dad has fucked me
that he still seems to get a little extra stiffness when I whisper those
words in his ear, the only difference is then I say, “Fuck me DADDY.”
“Oh yeah... beg it for it you slut,” he groaned as he thrust hard into
me, driving himself deep inside of me until his hairy crotch pressed in
tight against my bare pussy. I could feel his balls slapping up against
my ass each time he drive himself into me.
If that’s what he wanted...
“Oh Kyle, your dick feels so good inside of me,” I cried out as I wrapped
my legs around him, crossing my ankles to pull him into me. “Harder...
fuck me harder Kyle.”
Actually any harder and he’d drive me across the bed but it was the
thought that counted.
“I want to ride it... let me ride your dick Kyle,” I begged.
“Whatever you want Kelly,” he groaned as he gave one more thrust into me,
holding himself still in me for the first time as he pushed himself into
me as far as he could. “God your cunt so fucking tight... I don't EVER
remember Ann being this tight.”
Evidently that was a reference to his wife, at least I hoped so. It
wasn’t fair of him as she’d borne two children but I wasn't about to
point that out to him. Then suddenly it was like my pussy felt empty and
I realized he had pulled himself out of me.
Kyle laid back on the bed next to me with his pants down to his ankles
and his shirt still on but the important thing was his dick as it pushed
out from his hairy crotch, stiff as a steel pipe.
“Front or back?” I asked with a slug grin as I sat up and got on my
knees.
“Front,” he said immediately but then he seemed to think better of it and
changed his mind saying, “Noooooo, I just HAVE to get a better view of
that incredible ass.”
Given a choice I usually prefer facing the guy when I ride his dick as I
like seeing his face and having him play with my boobs or even suck on
them. Then I saw that the way he was laying I would be facing the mirror
on the wall which offered the best of both worlds. Swinging my leg over
him, I lifted myself up on my knees to get his dick under me with my ass
in full view.
“Oh god.... it’s perfect,” he sighed as I felt his hands on my butt, one
on each cheek. He squeezed them like a woman checking melons in the
grocery store as I lowered myself down onto his stiff dick.
“Slow.... take it slow,” he said suddenly as I felt his cock begin to
penetrate me once again, “Lean forward... I want to watch it go in you.”
I looked into the mirror at my naked reflection and smiled as I slowly
dropped down on his dick, gyrating my hips just enough to make him move
around inside of me. I had just the bulbous head of his cock in me now
and it felt so damn good to have it tease my pussy. Reaching down to
touch myself, I played with my clit as his dick worked its magic in me.
“That’s it Kyle, play with my butt,” I said over my shoulder. It’s sort
of funny I guess that for a girl who hates anal sex, I LOVE my butt being
touched and played with. So long as he stayed away from my asshole I was
in heaven.
“Christ,” he groaned as he tightened his grip on my butt, “I’ve NEVER
felt an ass like yours... I just love it.”
Then my orgasm struck as my fingers flew across my clit and I cupped my
left boob with my other hand. It was like I couldn't be stimulated any
better with my own hands doing their work together with his hands on my
butt, not to mention the nest part of all - his adulterous dick as it
moved slowly but surely into me deeper and deeper.
“Oh my god Kyle,” I groaned loud and long, “You’re making me cum.”
OK, so maybe he personally didn't have a lot to do with it but it WAS his
dick in me so I had to give him credit for that. It didn't matter, all I
cared about at that moment was how wonderful I was feeling. Without
thinking I dropped down on his dick suddenly, impaling myself on him as
my full weight landed on his lap. The feel of his dick filling me just
made my orgasm all the stronger.
“Fuck me Kyle... fuck me... oh god fuck me,” I chanted as I started to
bounce on his dick.
For the first time since my orgasm started I opened my eyes and looked in
the mirror. God, I looked like a wild woman with my hair a total wreck
and my face and chest all flushed. Kyle has his hands on my hips now,
pushing me down onto his dick as I swung my hips to make his dick spiral
inside of me.
At that moment the one thing I wanted more than anything was for him to
cum in me. I wanted to feel his sperm filling my pussy. I wanted him to
consummate his adulterous act. I wanted to know that I was so desirable
to him that he would mate me and fill me with his seed.
I know he must have been surprised when I suddenly slipped off his dick
and laid on the bed on my back next to him. When I spread my legs and
lifted my legs back, holding them with my hands to give him an easy
target, he quickly got the message.
“You want more,” he said with a wicked grin, “You just have to have more
of my dick, don't you... don't you... you fuckin’ slut.”
He wasn't really asking any questions - he has making a statement. And
YES, he was correct... I DID want his dick, more than anything at least
at this moment.
“Oh god!” I cried out as he thrust himself into me, driving his dick deep
into me once again as he held my legs up in the air and fucked me on his
knees with my butt up against his hairy thighs. “That’s it Kyle... cum
in me... I want you to cum inside of me.”
No doubt it didn't really matter what I wanted - at this point he was
going to cum in me no matter what. This to me is one of the most erotic
and exciting moments in sex, that time when he is beyond control and
can’t stop what he doing. It’s at this point when a man WILL cum in me
and I have no say over it whatsoever. It’s not that I didn't want it
myself, but at the same time it can be a little scary to see that blank
look in his face and know that it’s all animal instinct driving him.
“Holy crap!” he cried out as his head arched back and he drive himself
into me, holding his dick deep inside of me as I felt him jerk. A faint
sense of warmth filled me as he ejaculated inside of me, his sperm
shooting from his dick in one load after another. Mmmmmmm, it was sperm
meant for his wife but now I was the one getting it.
“Oh shit,” he sighed as he convulsed one last time and then all but
collapsed on top of me, letting my legs finally drop to the bed.
Fortunately he caught himself on his elbows but it was still a bit of a
squeeze to be under him.
“Stay in me Kyle,” I whispered huskily, my arms around his neck as he
breathed heavily against my neck, “I want to feel you in me now.”
Each moment during sex has its own special characteristics and meaning.
This was the time when I just enjoyed laying still with him on top of me,
his spent dick still in me as his sperm that had flooded my pussy engulfs
his dick. I could feel it twitch involuntarily now and then and somehow
it just felt safe and secure to have him inside of me, like I was a part
of him.
We must have laid like that for over five minutes without saying a word.
The only sound in the room was his breathing in my ear and the occasional
honking of a car down below. As I laid there I thought of my husband and
wondered what he would say if he knew where his was at that moment... and
what was in her. Then I smiled as I compared HIS reaction to what Kyle’s
wife would say if SHE knew. Ann would probably freak whereas Steve would
most likely be pissed he wasn't there to watch. Such is the difference
between men and women I guess.
Kyle suddenly groaned and slipped out of me as he rolled over onto his
back.
“Sorry, I can't feel my arms anymore,” he apologized.
His now flaccid dick was flopped over onto a bed of pubic hair. I loved
to see it covered with a mix of his cum and my pussy wetness.
“Don’t move,” I whispered to him as I moved between his legs and
stretched out as best I could without falling off the end of the bed.
“What the...?” he started to ask as he lifted his head up to see what I
was doing.
I just hushed him and took his soft dick in my mouth. Mmmmmmm, I loved
the taste of us in my mouth!
“Oh god that feels so fuckin’ good,” he groaned as he reached around to
bunch up one of the pillows under his head so he could watch more easily.
I really wasn’t trying to give him a BJ per se and I knew better than to
think I would revive him this quickly. No.... this was for ME as I
slowly sucked on him and ran my tongue around his dick in my mouth. Of
course a hard dick is always good but sometimes it can be so sensual to
feel a soft one in my mouth right after it has fucked me. I try to
imagine how just a few minutes before it had been so stiff and anxious to
be inside of me. How out of this tiny hole that I touched with my tongue
had spewed so much adulterous sperm inside of me... and how it STILL was
in me.
With that though I got up on my knees again and moved over his dick.
Again I could see that questioning look in Kyle’s eyes but I just grinned
at him and put my finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet and enjoy
the show. Bearing down, I forced his cum out of my pussy until a little
bit ripped out of me and onto his dick below. Reaching down between my
legs, I scooped whatever else I could with my finger from my pussy and
wiped it off his dick.
“You’re so damn sexy,” Kyle sighed but he hadn’t seen everything yet.
Returning to my previous position, I reached out with my tongue and
licked the cum from his dick. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good! Then keeping
my eyes locked on his I pushed it out onto my lips, blowing little
bubbles of cum before sucking it back in and swallowing it. Opening my
mouth wide, I stuck out my tongue to show it was all in my tummy.
Kyle was grinning ear to ear by now. “You know, I’ve NEVER had a woman
do this to me before... damn you’re hot.”
With that I got up and laid back down alongside of him, wrapping one leg
over him and putting my arm on his chest as I pressed my boobs against
his side. He still had his shirt on but it felt good to snuggle for a
few minutes.
Just then his cell phone rang, playing some silly tune.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, “That’s her ring.”
It didn't take a genius to figure out who he meant by “her”. I pressed
in tighter to him, wondering if he would get up to answer it or not.
“Sorry,” he apologized as he sat up and slipped off the edge of the bed,
“If I don't answer she’ll think something is wrong.”
“IS something wrong?” I asked naughtily, rubbing my crotch with my hand
as he retrieved his phone from his pants pocket. It wasn't as easy as
you might think when they were bunched up around his ankles.
“Fuck no... nothing is wrong, nothing at all,” he grinned as he punched
the answer key.
I got up and started to dress as he sat on the end of the bed talking to
his wife as if everything was normal. I wondered if she was worried
about him and why as several times he had to insist to her that he was
doing fine and missed her. Yeah right, I bet he was really missing her a
few minutes ago when he was slamming his dick in my pussy.
Ready to go, I started to leave but then a naughty idea came to mind. I
tried to kneel down but as tight as my dress was it was near impossible
so I pulled it up to my waist to expose my ass to him one last time.
With that out of the way I was able to kneel down and take his dick in my
mouth again. I don't think he was really expecting me to do that because
he gasped as I sucked on him.
“No honey, I’ve already told you umpteen times I’m fine!” he said in a
voice pitched a little higher than before. I guess she must have heard
his gasp but I would have bet a thousand dollars she had no idea WHY he
did it.
Mission accomplished, I stood back up and pulled my dress down again.
Giving him a peck on the cheek I mouthed a “thank you” to him. He held
up one finger to signal he was almost done but I wasn’t going to wait.
So far as I was concerned I’d gotten what I wanted so there was no need
to stay any longer. It’s not like we were friends or anything.
As I closed the door behind me I looked back and shook my head at the
sight of this older man sitting on the bed with his pants around his
ankles, talking to his wife on the phone while staring at me. I could
tell he wanted more of me and that was the last thing I needed to
complete my mission.
Walking to the elevator, I passed by the young maid as she left a room to
go to her cart. She didn't even look eighteen! I was tempted to tell
her to go make up the bed but then she looked so cute and innocent I
couldn't bring myself to do that to her. Instead I just smiled at her as
I strutted past her. From the way she looked at me I knew what she
thought - that I was just another hooker leaving my john behind.
Chapter 6 - Recharged
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As I hit the button for the lobby level, I took in a deep breath and let
it out slowly. My pussy felt wet and I knew I probably should have
cleaned up in the bathroom before I left, or at least taken a few tissues
with me but at the time I hadn't wanted to delay my departure such that
he could finish on the phone with Ann. Oh well, it wasn’t like I was
dripping or anything. Squatting over Kyle earlier had taken care of
THAT!
Handing the valet my ticket, I waited in the lobby to stay warm as
someone fetched my car. When it arrived I hurried to it and grabbed my
coat from the backseat before getting behind the wheel. I smiled at the
guy who was trying to not look like he was checking out the hem line of
my dress but that only made it all the more obvious. One good thing
about being a girl... you don't have to have cash to tip someone.
Indeed, I licked my lips for him and then quickly pulled my dress up for
just a moment to flash my pussy to him and then got in the car before he
could react. The shocked look on his face made it hard not to laugh as I
drove off.
Comparing my mood as I drove away from the hotel to how I felt earlier
when I arrived was like comparing night and day. God I felt so GOOD
about myself!
As I drove, my dress worked up until it was practically up to my hips. I
debated whether or not I would tell my husband about what I did while he
was freezing his cold ass off at the game. On the one hand I knew it
would turn him on and no doubt lead to a great evening of sex. On the
other hand, he would probably be horny and want to do me anyway. There
was also that temptation to keep it a secret as that made it seem more
naughty. After all, this was something I’d done for ME because Steve
hadn't fucked me so why should I reward him for ignoring me?
I just knew one thing... I couldn't wait for my husband to get home and
fuck me!
THE END