"You're hurting me!" I cried out as I tried to pull away from his powerful grasp.
"Come on, you little slut!" he snarled as he pressed his cock against my pussy.
The water was splashing all around as he kept pushing me down in the tub. More of the steaming water kept rushing into the tub. I thought that it would be romantic to take a bath together with the handsome man, but now that I was naked in the tub in the darkened bathroom and he was pushing me down in the water, I was frightened.
"I'll drown!" I screamed hoarsely. "Let me up!"
"What do I care!" he snapped as he pushed my legs up over my head and shoved his thick joint all the way into my pussy. I could feel the cunt flesh being pushed aside as the enormous dick ripped away at the tender flesh of my insides.
As he began to fuck in and out of my cunt, the water was splashing around us wildly. I didn't even care that water was splashing in my face and making it difficult for me to breathe. The only thing that I was aware of was the flaming sensation in my hot pussy.
CHAPTER ONE
I feel that I'm at the crossroads of my life now that I've just moved back to New York. I want to become something different and do different things and I am determined to prove that I am not a nymphomaniac or a slut.
All of those things that I've heard from other people and that I've thought about myself have been bothering me a great deal lately.
I've been trying to recall the first time that I ever heard the word nympho. I suppose that it was someone in school who said it and I laughed with the other kids. At that age I was always trying to appear smart and cool in front of the other kids.
Probably there were plenty of the other kids in the group who didn't know what the word nympho meant, but they all laughed also. None of us would have admitted that we didn't understand something, so we all pretended that we were wise and sexually advanced.
Even though I can't remember the first time that I heard the word, I can certainly remember the most disturbing time that I heard the word spoken.
I was fifteen at the time and I was rushing to open my locker in between classes. There were two boys talking and one of them said to the other, "Diana? She's a real nympho!"
When I turned around and looked at them, they had already passed and they had never noticed me there in the crowded hall of the school. There must have been two dozen other girls in the high school with the same name, but I knew that they were talking about me.
One of the boys had been someone I had dated the previous week. I had really enjoyed making out with him and when he was playing with my pussy, I reached down and began to rub his cock through the fabric of his pants.
Perhaps I got a little carried away. Even before he had pushed my skirt up my legs and gotten his hands onto my panties, (which were soaking wet by that time), I started to unzip his pants and to reach into them so that I could work his cock out of his underwear.
He had the nerve to call me a nympho after I gave him a terrific hand-job and he just clumsily felt around my pussy? I wasn't going around the school saying that that boy was timid and that he was inept at satisfying a pussy!
But that was the start. That was the time that I realized that people thought of me as a slut! After that I kept working to change the image.
Except, that wasn't very easy. I would keep on being hot and bothered and then a boy would start making out with me and I would just spread my legs and beg him to give me the satisfaction that I needed.
It wasn't long after that incident of overhearing the conversation of the boys that I lost my cherry. When I think about it now it was a miracle that I maintained my cherry as long as I didf I was fifteen and a half when it was busted.
The one thing that gave me satisfaction was that I didn't lose my cherry to one of the boys in the high school. I lost it to an older man.
At that time he seemed absolutely ancient since he was already twenty-three and that made him eight years older than I was. Perhaps it was the fact that he was older and I didn't think that I could fool him the way that I did the boys in school. Or. maybe it was just the fact that he was much more suave and cool than the boys in school.
It all started when I got involved in the little community theatre that was in my neighborhood. Even though I'm from New York originally, many people don't realize that New York is a large area in geography and that there are many neighborhoods that bear no resemblance to the big city skyscrapers of Manhattan, even though they are part of the same city.
Anyway, I always had an interest in things around the theatre. There was a time when I had imagined that I would be another Marilyn Monroe. But I never even had the guts to bleach my hair.
Since I was just a kid I looked up to the people who got to play parts in the play and I just enjoyed painting the sets and working on the costumes for them.
There was one Sunday when I came in to paint sets and no one was there. They used this deserted fire station as their theatre. It turned out that I was there on the wrong day.
Well, I wouldn't have even been able to get into the building if James hadn't been there. He just happened to be there because he had finished rehearsing a scene.
They had permitted James to have a key to the place since he was doing the leading part in the play that they were rehearsing. It was just a silly comedy about sexiness. At that time I thought it was very sophisticated. Now I think it's silly.
"I thought this was going to be the day for painting the sets," I said.
"You'll have to call someone about that. I don't know anything about the sets."
"Well, I'd better go. I don't want to disturb you, James," I said, backing away.
"Don't go," he said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Diana," I replied, awkwardly reaching my hand out and touching his hand.
"Diana," he whispered softly. "Just like the goddess of the hunt."
Once he said that, he could've stripped my clothes off right away. There are a couple of things that get my pussy juicing up and a man being romantic like that is one of them.
I smiled very weakly and said, "She's also the goddess of the moon!"
"Right you are," he said, taking my hand in a casual way.
"I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you how impressed I am with your acting," I said quickly.
"That's kind of you," he said in his authoritative and deep tones--. "But this isn't real acting! Real acting is Shakespeare and Ibsen and Shaw."
"I've read Hamlet," I said, feeling like a fool as soon as I said that.
But then that man looked at me just as if I weren't a fool for talking that way. He had a wonderful way of looking at me. And he was pretty good to look at.
James was very tall, well over six feet, and he had short blonde hair and the type of metallic blue eyes that can pierce right through you. He had one of those clean faces with a powerful jaw, like you expect to see on a television commercial for razor blades.
"I have a feeling that you want to be an actress?" he said, with a little bit of a question at the end.
I nodded my head, too embarrassed to answer that question out loud. But then he started an entire conversation about his life in the theatre and my theatrical goals.
Later on I came to realize that an actor like James who had come to work for free in a community theatre where there was no chance for him to be seen was a pretty seedy character. He was actually a waiter at a restaurant on the upper west side of Manhattan.
But, that particular afternoon, none of that was important. There, in that grubby old fire station, we were both lying on the floor and talking.
He grabbed both of my hands and I don't even recall what we were talking about. The next thing I knew he was looking in my eyes and I was looking into his eyes.
Our faces moved closer together and our lips met. I cannot in all honesty say that he kissed me because I kissed him just as much as he kissed me.
Quite literally, it was a matter of our faces meeting and our lips pressing together. His mouth opened and his thick and coarse tongue was rubbing back and forth against my tender lips. He kept on doing that until my lips finally parted and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth.
When his tongue was inside my mouth, I rubbed my tongue back and forth against the moist mouth muscle. I could feel his tongue flicking back and forth against my own.
Then his hand was reaching down my body. He did not bother to slowly feel me up the way that the boys would when they took me out on a date. He reached right between my legs and rubbed his fingers roughly against the fabric of my slacks.
I wondered whether he could tell that my panties were already wet. Whether he could or not, he pulled down my zipper and began to peel the slacks from my well-rounded hips.
As long as he was doing that, I reached out and felt the thickness that was growing in the front of his jeans. I could tell that it was fully hard.
Knowing that he had a hard-on so close to me only made me even hotter for him. That was a funny thing about me that still holds true. I get hot knowing that someone is hot for me!
There are a lot of guys who are timid and who try to hide their hard-ons when they are around me. If only they knew that as soon as I see a bulge in the front of a pair of pants I'm ready to spread my legs for them.
James seemed a little surprised when I was groping his cock. He pulled his lips from mine and said, "I thought you were just a beginner?"
After some hesitation I said, "Yes. I am a beginner."
He laughed and pressed his lips against the side of my face. Then he planted little kisses all over my face as he continued to pull my slacks down and to pull up the tee shirt that I was wearing so that my tits were revealed.
I suppose it was daring at that time for a girl of fifteen to go around without a bra. There was also something strange about it because it had just been two and a half years earlier that I had pleaded with my mother to let me have a bra.
His big hands were rubbing all over the front of my smooth and silky panties. I arched my hips up because I really wanted to feel his fingers against my pussy slit.
Reaching up I pulled open his pants and started to tug them off. My fingers slid into the clinging waistband of his jockey shorts and pulled them right down his slim hips.
James was dressed except for the area from his navel down to his knees. While he was working my panties down my legs and stripping me completely naked, I was satisfied to leave him just like that.
It was crazy of me. I knew that I was hot for him. He had a fabulous, rippling chest under his shirt. But I never even bothered to open his shirt.
As soon as his cock was exposed, I didn't seem to need anything else. I was naked and he was rubbing the side of his index finger up and down along the moist and wrinkled flesh of my cunt.
My long fingers were wrapped around his stiff tool and I could feel the heat that was pulsing up along the thick shaft of flesh.
I spread my legs very wide and I could feel the hard and cold wood of the stage that was under my small but perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
He hadn't even asked about fucking me. There had been other boys in school who had begged for a chance to fuck my virgin pussy, but I had turned them down.
I should confess that when I would turn down a guy like that I would just go home and frig myself half the night thinking about how wonderful it would have felt if I hadn't turned down the opportunity for the fucking.
James' thick and large hands pressed against the smooth flesh that was at the inside of my thighs. He rubbed up and down at the flesh and kept spreading my legs wider.
The head of his hard dick arched up a little bit. I could feel it pressing against the lips of my pussy and it was very hot to the touch.
Then his cock head kept on spreading my pussy lips apart. I could tell that he was having a little trouble because my virgin cunt was so tight as he tried to push into it.
But, after a little bit of effort, he managed to get his cock head lodged firmly between the clasping lips of my cunt. It was as if his cock were molded in hot wax. As he tried to push his cock forward, he couldn't move it anywhere.
He was just pushing the flesh of my pussy right along with his cock. He pulled his cock back and could feel the cunt flesh clinging around his flared cock head in the same way.
For me it was. a heavenly torment. I was looking down my body and watching what he was doing. It was strange to notice that he was just moving his body the slightest bit and moving his cock inside of my pussy by the tiniest increment and yet it was sending wild rushes through my body and making me feel dizzy with the hot passion.
As he kept on pulling my pussy flesh back and forth, simply toying with the hot flesh and not really moving his cock in and out of my cunt, I could feel an increase in the creaminess that was inside of my body.
My cunt was getting hotter and wetter as he continued to move around, even though they were not big, thrusting movements that he was doing inside of me.
Then I realized that James was able to push his cock inside of my cunt a little bit further. I spread my legs as wide as he wanted them spread and I arched my hips up.
His powerful fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my hips and then he began to push his dick inside of me, holding me down firmly with his hands.
But as soon as he had about two inches of his cock inside of my cunt, he stopped and he looked at me. There was a startled look in his eyes and I knew what he was reacting to.
I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the delicate membrane of flesh that was deep inside of my body. The next move into me would take my cherry.
"You didn't tell me. . . " he started to say. But he left the rest of the sentence dangling.
"What?" I asked, trying to seem very innocent about the whole matter.
"You've got your cherry!" he snapped at me. "I didn't know you had your cherry!"
"So?" I asked, feeling very awkward about holding a conversation while he had two inches of his cock pressing inside of my pussy. "Isn't that a good thing?"
He tilted his head and there was a long silence before he said, "Listen, little girl, if you want to give me your cherry, then I'm not to blame!"
"I'm here!" I said, with a nasty tone in my voice. "I'm ready to give it to you!"
"Okay!" he said, rubbing his fingers together and arching his hips up.
That was the last thing I heard before the ringing in my ears became too deafening. His cock slammed through my pussy and ripped my virginity right out of me.
I could feel the tearing sensation and then I could feel the searing heat of the blood that was flowing in my vagina.
He pushed his cock into my cunt and did not even wait one moment before slamming it all the way into my body. The thick prong was spreading the blood along my cunt slit.
Then, before he had even gotten his entire dick all the way into my cunt, he began to pull it back out of me. That was the way that James fucked. He had a non-stop style. He would slam in and pull it without any hesitation at either end of the spectrum.
His cock was always moving inside of me and there was always that constant pressure against my pussy flesh as the flared cock head kept pushing the moist walls of flesh.
At the same time, because he hadn't given me the chance to relax since he took my cherry, I could feel the blood of my busted hymen being pushed into the delicate walls of flesh.
His cock kept on rubbing back and forth against my delicate flesh, faster and faster all the time. Then I could feel that my pussy flesh was getting an erection of its own.
When I would frig myself there would always be a point in advance of my orgasm when my cunt flesh could become thick with pussy juice and it would get harder and harder to push my finger in and out of my hot hole.
As I felt the flesh getting thicker around the quickly moving cock, I began to wonder what would happen. If my cunt meat got too thick to allow the movement of my finger in and out of my twat, then what would happen to the thick and enormous cock.
I soon discovered the answer to that. As the cock rammed in and out of my cunt and came into conflict with the thickening flesh that was on my cunt walls, it was pushing the pussy flesh aside and slamming into me again and again.
He wasn't able to slam into me as fast as he had been going before the cunt flesh started to get thick, but he was ramming and shoving his cock even harder than he had done before.
Each fucking thrust was ripping into my pussy flesh and tearing me apart. When I felt this it made the cunt flesh go even wilder around his invading cock.
The wriggling and undulating pussy flesh was grasping and rubbing past the invading cock. I was moving my hips up and down on the floor, not even caring about the cold and splintery feeling of the wooden floors underneath me.
When he would slam into my cunt, I would raise my hips up to meet the fucking thrust and then the pressure of the cock would be even harder.
Finally, I could feel him slamming into my pussy with a power that was even greater than any of the previous fucking motions. He pushed all the way in and then stayed there.
Then there was a long moment when there was absolute stillness. Nothing at all moved. His muscles were tensed all over and as I ran my fingers down along his back and ass, he seemed to grow even more tense.
Even though his body was completely still, I could feel a movement in his balls as they rubbed up against the smooth flesh of my thighs and then transferred the gism to his cock shaft.
My pussy lips were actually spread apart by the pressure of the gism that was rushing up into the shaft of the dick. Then I felt the flared head of his cock flaring out even wider against my pussy flesh and after that there was a flaming splash of gism against the tender and supple flesh of my pussy.
It was as though that splash of gism ignited me. My pussy flesh collapsed around the thick cock and went into a series of wild spasms as I felt the hard-on shooting into me.
Just as I reached the height of my youthful orgasm and all of the pain of the ripped hymen and the blood in my pussy was leaving me, I could feel James pulling his cock out of my cunt very quickly. It slid out as my" pussy lips collapsed together.
I groaned and cried out, "No! Don't take it out!"
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, snidely. "Are you some sort of nympho?"
After he said that, I was silent. I rolled onto my side and looked up at him as he pulled his pants and shorts back up, adjusting them at the waist.
After I heard him call me that terrible name, I didn't want to say anything else. While we had been fucking I had allowed myself to engage in all sorts of fantasies.
I imagined that he would fall in love with me and that he would become a big and famous actor while I became a famous actress. We would tell all the reporters about the way that our marriage had survived ever since the time that we were in a community theatre together.
But once his cock was out of my pussy, I looked up and saw the stony expression on his face. I felt suddenly lonely and I knew that the one thing that I wanted in the world was to have someone hold me very tight.
You can't get me to believe in telepathic communications. I kept staring at him and, in my mind, I kept on repeating, 'Say something romantic. Say something romantic'
Then he opened his mouth to speak and he said, "Get your clothes on. I have to get out of here, Donna."
As I pulled my panties on, I grumbled, "My name is Diana."
"Sorry, kid. I'm really rotten with names," he said, flashing his handsome smile.
That was the last time that I was even alone with James. When the show opened and there was a party afterwards, he came with his girlfriend. She looked just like he did. She was just as blonde and she looked just as perfect, without a hair out of place.
I kept staring at them and he kept avoiding me. He really made a point of not even saying hello to me at the party. And then the woman who was in charge of the theatre took me over to a corner and asked, "Don't you think it's getting a bit late for you, Diana?"
"No!" I said. "I was figuring on staying up pretty late to celebrate tonight."
There was a pause. The woman's arm was on my shoulder as she scrunched up her nose and said, "Some of the actors have asked me to ask the younger people to leave. They feel that having kids around the party is sort of inhibiting them and making them feel uncomfortable."
"Which actors said that?" I snapped, knowing perfectly well that it was James who didn't want me around the party because he had fucked my pussy.
"Now, Diana, there's no reason for you to be hostile! It was not meant against you."
I stormed out of the party without saying good night to anyone. All that night I kept thinking about things that I should have said to the prissy woman who was in charge of the theatre and I kept thinking of tacky things that I could have said to James to really put him in his place. But, I hadn't said any of the things while I was there.
That's the way it always happens. You think of terrific things that you should have said after the fact. I had been hurt by James.
The man took my cherry and he didn't even thank me for the fuck! How was I supposed to feel?
But, the hurt soon passed. I mean, a lot of things happen when you're fifteen and sixteen, but they soon give way to the things that affect you later on.
Although that hurt left me, there was one problem that did not leave me. I still have this damned dripping slit. I keep feeling a need for big cocks to fill it.
But, I need more than just fucking. I want a man to hold me close and to press his warm chest against my well-rounded breasts. I want to feel hairy legs rubbing against the smooth skin that is pulled so tautly around the sexy and long legs that I have.
The word nympho keeps on coming back to me. There are some nights when a man will fuck me and then I will go out to a bar and look for another man to fuck me again.
When am I ever going to be satisfied? Is there such a thing as satisfaction? I need cock, cock and more cock all shoving into my hot pussy.
Even as I speak the words I find that I have to reach down and press my fingers against the silky fabric of my panties. I can feel the moisture that is growing in my cunt.
Then I press my fingers into the tightly clinging elastic waistband of my panties and I rub my fingers up and down through the cunt hairs that fringe my twat. I reach in and press my fingers along the wrinkled flesh of my pussy slit.
Spreading my pussy apart I search for my clit anxiously as I pull my panties down with my other hand. Then I feel the thrill rushing through my body.
CHAPTER TWO
It was quite a chore looking for an apartment in Manhattan on my return from California. I was actually looking for more than six weeks and when I finally found an apartment it was only through a fluke. That's the way these things happen in New York.
I had answered an ad in the newspaper for an apartment on West 56th Street. When I got to the apartment, it was a very nice studio with a sleeping alcove and a cheerful kitchen.
However, the apartment was in the front of the building and it was directly across the street from a very noisy construction sight.
Despite this, I reasoned that New Yorkers do not move often and I was looking for a place that I could move into and stay in for a long, long time.
"Do you know how much longer they are going to be building that place across the street?" I asked the super who was showing me the apartment.
"Years!" the man answered in a clipped tone as he seemed bored by the whole thing.
Even though it would have been dreadful to live there with the noise of the construction right across the street, I was seriously tempted to take the apartment.
After looking for an apartment for a month and a half a conveniently located apartment in the west 50's of Manhattan for only three-hundred and twenty dollars sounded too good to pass up.
But, I told the super that I would have to take a walk around the block to see the neighborhood first. It was not as lovely a neighborhood as the upper west side where I really wanted to move. But it had the advantage of being near everything in the city.
As I walked down Ninth Avenue, I noticed a charming little restaurant that served French food and another restaurant that served health food. There was a place with a wood-like exterior on the block what was called Bobby Ray's. I wondered what sort of establishment that was. The block was really nicer than I had expected.
The thing was, it was one of those areas that was just slightly out of the way. Anyone who was going anywhere would usually walk along Eighth or Seventh Avenue or would use Broadway. This was just one block further to the west and it was a block I had never even been on in my life. But there was an undeniable charm.
That charm was actually tempting me to take the inadequate apartment. But then as I rounded the next corner and walked past a few buildings I noticed that there was a sign out in the front of the one of the buildings that said, "2 I/2 rooms".
I knocked on the front door of the building, since I saw a man in work clothes who was in the lobby. "Could I see the apartment?" I called to him.
Opening the door for me, he said, "I'm the handyman. It's 2 I/2 rooms and it's three-hundred and ten."
"Fine!" I said. "I'd like to see the apartment." I was quickly surveying the lobby and noticing the fact that the building was beautifully kept.
"Do you make at least two-hundred and fifty a week?" he asked me.
"Yes!" I lied. It was not at all uncommon for New Yorkers to put up with rudeness in hopes of getting an apartment. It was also not uncommon to lie when necessary.
An hour later I had already seen the management office for the building and I had paid them the first month's rent and the month's security.
The following week I was in there, trying to paint the apartment. They had painted it, but they had only put one coat of white paint over three other shades of ugly colors that the previous tenants had used on the walls. I wanted the apartment to be bright and sparkling and cheerful, so I was covering everything with enamel paint.
I had almost finished the bedroom after the first day of painting. One of the problems in fixing up the apartment was that the walls had all sorts of beautiful moldings on them. There were double glass doors that separated the living room from the bedroom. All of these things were beautiful to look at, but they were difficult to paint.
My muscles were aching and I decided that I needed to get out of the apartment so that I could get a breath of air. I had my sleeping bag on the floor of the living room. Although I had been staying with a friend, I was going to sleep in my apartment that night so that I would be there the following morning when the phone repairman came.
I pulled my hair back so that no one would notice the paint that had streaked it. When I left the apartment, I just naturally went in the direction of Ninth rather than Eighth Avenue. Even though Eighth would have been closer to the theatre district bars and to the heart of the city, I thought that I would explore the more out of the way street.
Going up the block I saw the assortment of restaurants as well as the thrift shop and the hardware store and liquor store, all of which looked more noticeable closed than open.
I also noticed Bobby Ray's once again and I saw a tall, handsome man walking into it. I followed him. For all I knew it could have been a nice bar and they would have kicked me out since I was wearing my jeans and a sweatshirt that I had in the apartment.
As soon as I entered the place I looked around and saw that it was a nice neighborhood bar. I went up to the bar and when the bartender came up to me he said, "Don't I know you?"
I looked at him, a little startled and said, "I've never heard that line from a bartender before this." But as I looked him up and down I could feel my pussy oozing.
He smiled a veryingratiating smile. He wasn't a big man, but what was there looked like it was all muscle bulging under his tee shirt. He had black hair and black eyes and a black moustache that accented the well-tanned features on his face.
His slightly turned up nose gave him a somewhat boyish air, although his powerful gaze made me feel certain that he was all man.
"I own this place. I'm Bobby Ray," the stud bartender said as he looked right through my clothes at my tits.
I leaned back, enjoying the way that he was looking at me as I said, "I just moved into the neighborhood. In fact, I haven't even moved in yet. I'm just painting the apartment now. So, it's impossible for you to have seen me before."
"Wait!" he said, snapping his fingers. "Were you ever in the Wild Thing on Columbus Avenue?"
I nodded my head and immediately recognized him as one of the bartenders from that place. "But, they were always so crowded. How did you remember me?"
"I never forget one that looks like you, babe," he said, running his fingers over my hand.
At that moment, he could have slammed me down onto the bar, pulled all my clothes off and fucked the hell out of me right in front of everybody in that place.
I was so incredibly hot and horny with him coming on in that sensual way that he had.
But, I looked around the bar and pulled my hand away from Bobby, saying, "I don't want to get a reputation around this place. After all, I am a new face in the neighborhood!"
"And what a new face you are!" he remarked under his breath.
"Let me have a white wine," I said, smiling at him in an encouraging way.
He gave me my wine and then started to tell me about the bar. He had bought it from the old management because he saw the potential of building up a big business for it.
"It seems like an out of the way block," I said, looking around. It was not crowded, but the crowd seemed lively and there were certainly enough good looking guys there to satisfy me.
"I'm really gonna make this place into something. I did it when I was the manager of the Wild Thing and I'll be able to do it here!" he insisted.
"Well, I'll be a regular customer. It is very close to my place," I said, giving the handsome man a meaningful look.
He rubbed his finger up and down across the back of my hand as he said, "So, your place is right near here? That's really convenient."
"Yeah," I purred at him, pressing my legs together as I sat on the barstool. I was sure that I was going to be glued to the barstool because of the creamings of my pussy.
"I'd like to take you up on that someday," he said in an even tone of voice.
"Someday?" I asked, repeating the one key word in the sentence.
"I just got back together with my woman and I've gotta save it Up for her. I mean, I just moved in there last night again. Maybe in another week or two when things are cool for me, it'll be easier. If you know what I mean?"
I pulled my hand away from him quickly and smiled at him as I said, "Sure. I'll see you around here, Bobby." Then I brought the wine to my lips as I looked away from him.
When I turned back I saw that he was gone. The bar was a rectangle in the middle of the place so that there were patrons on all four sides of it. Then there was a small area with tables and pinball machines in the front of the place and there was a balcony.
As I walked toward the back of the bar, I glanced over at some of the men who were looking at me. I could see in their eyes that they thought that I was appealing and that meant a great deal to me. My pussy was steaming up and I knew that I couldn't keep it waiting for long.
I looked up at the balcony and then I walked up the steps. It was a small area and there was a table with chairs to one side of it.
Going to the other side of the balcony I stood next to the railing and looked over. I wondered whether I had been too obvious in coming on to the handsome manager.
Then I heard a voice to the side of me saying, "Hi! Are you new around here!"
I turned quickly to the side. That was a very old line and yet, in this instance, it happened to be the truth of the matter. "Yes. I am," I said.
The young man who had spoken leaned very close to me and said, "I thought so. I was getting awfully tired of seeing the same faces around here every day."
"Do you come in here every day?" I asked.
"I come in here more often than I should!" he said, beaming a boyish smile at me.
He really was very appealing. He had a sort of rounded face and a very youthful look about him. His short black hair made him look even more boyish than he was. It was as if there were something anxious about his face.
"My name is Patrick," he said with a thick
Midwestern twang.
"I'm Diana," I said, reaching my hand out to touch his. When he took my hand, he held onto it for a long time and kept on looking into my eyes.
Then he and I went through all of the basic questions that get so tedious in finding a sex partner. Where do you live? Where are you from? Why are you in New York? How old are you?
It was mildly amusing for me to find out that Patrick was twenty-three and was an actor. The first time I had dealt with someone who had fit that description I was a starry eyed kid of fifteen who was willing to lose her cherry.
Now there I was, two years older than the boy was and feeling about as jaded as I could get.
The one thing that I certainly felt was the steaming sensation in my hot pussy.
I knew that I was ready for sex and I felt that Patrick was a pretty likely candidate. Then I asked him, "How do you like the new management as compared to the old one?"
"Things seem to be very pleasant around here," he said with a wry smile. "Just last week I was with an Italian girl. I won't tell you her name because you're bound to meet everyone around here in time. She was so stoned and she was so horny that she sucked my cock right up here on the balcony."
I looked down at the guys playing pool almost directly below us and then I looked over at the two people who were sitting at the table on the other side of the balcony.
"Right up here?" I asked Patrick, feeling hot due to his remark, even if it turned out to be an idle boast.
He nodded, gazing at me with his bright eyes and then he pointed and said, "Over in that corner it's pretty dark, but it was bright enough to see what she was doing."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of it. But, I was new in the neighborhood and didn't want to get such a trashy reputation before I had even moved in.
"I'm not sure that I would go for doing something like that on the balcony," I said softly.
"Oh! I'm not saying that you should do that! I'm just telling you what happened!"
When he pressed his hand down on my hand, I looked at him and asked, "You live just one block to the south, Patrick?"
Nodding, he said, "My place is a mess. You live right around the corner. Can we go to your place, Diana?" As he spoke he pressed his body against mine.
"I d-don't have any furniture," I explained, weakly. "I was going to sleep in a sleeping bag."
Ten minutes later, Patrick and I were back in the empty apartment. I had placed the sleeping bag in the living room because the bedroom window was open due to the paint fumes that filled up the place.
I turned to Patrick and said, "Well, I warned you about the apartment."
"It looks fine to me," he said, as he pushed me down onto the hard wood floor. The landlord had just done the floors and so they were all nice and shiny and well-finished.
That didn't help any when my round butt landed smack on the floor. Patrick was on top of me and was rubbing his body back and forth across mine. I reached up around Patrick's body and I ran my hands along the hulking form. He was a little bit husky, although he was certainly not a football player type.
As I was feeling his back, I kept on pulling his shirt up out of his pants. Then I ran one of my hands along the warm flesh of his back and pushed the same hand down into the back of his pants, feeling the tightly muscled ass that would be so good when he fucked me.
He was working my sweatshirt up, which was a pretty easy job. Once he had pulled it off and he was running his fingers over my tits, he said, "I just knew that you had pretty boobs like this underneath those loose clothes!"
"Thank you," I whispered, loving to receive compliments like that.
"But I'm feeling a little cold," he said, as he pulled his shirt off.
"We should get into the sleeping bag," I said, reaching for my own slacks and peeling them down. "If this kept me warm in the freezing nights of the Mojave, then it should keep me warm in own apartment in New York."
I watched as he pulled his pants and shorts down. His enormous prong slapped up against his belly and then he reached down into the pubic bush and scratched himself as if to call attention to the handsome staff that was pointing at me.
I got into the sleeping bag and then held it open for him. As he climbed in we soon discovered that it was a tight fit for him. But I reached around behind him and zipped the bag shut so that we were both locked together inside of the satiny thing.
With the sleeping bag completely closed, we were forced into a position where his body was pressing down on mine. We rolled around and around on the floor and the sleeping bag kept moving across the living room floor as we were moving.
"I like the way that your boobs feel against my chest. And I like the way that your legs feel against my legs!" Patrick said.
"Yeah!" I groaned. "Tell me about it!"
I was looking right into his face because the light was on in the living room. He pressed his lips against mine and he kissed me.
Now that I am in my twenties I no longer have to be coaxed to open my mouth in response to a man's tongue. As his lips parted, my lips parted also and I could feel our tongues intertwining. I pushed my tongue all the way into his mouth and then he pressed his teeth down on my moist mouth muscle, sucking on it hungrily and sending chills through me.
As soon as he pulled his mouth away from mine, he pushed on my shoulders and pushed me down into the sleeping bag. I resisted a little bit. The sleeping bag was crowded enough already.
But as he pressed me down, he mumbled, "Come on, babe, suck that cock!"
I could feel the heat that was rushing through my body and I knew that I wanted to give him satisfaction. As I moved down along his body, my lips rubbed lightly against the hair that was in the middle of hisvchest.
Then I was facing the hard dick that was sticking up so thickly from the bush of black pubic hairs. My tongue thrust out and I rubbed it along the head of the cock. Then I slid my tongue down the length of the hard prick.
Rubbing my tongue lightly along the thickness of the dick, I was wetting the whole thing. Then I slid my tongue up around the head of the hard-on and I could taste the little trickling dribble of pre-cum that was oozing from the cock head.
Quickly, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and tasted Patrick's gism. It was sweet and it was getting my pussy even hotter.
Licking all around the length of the hot meat, I moved all the way down to the balls that were so big and round and hairy and filled with cock cream.
Rubbing my lips along the wrinkled flesh of one of the balls, I enjoyed the feeling of it against my lips. Then I licked at the flesh and sucked on it.
Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I took one of the balls into my mouth and pressed my lips and teeth down so that I could keep it captive where it Was.
Then my tongue slid all around the luscious and musky smelling morsel that was in my mouth. I pressed the firm egg-shaped testicle against the roof of my mouth, using my tongue for pressure against the sensitive flesh of the ball.
Sucking in my cheeks I knew that I was bringing pressure against the guy's balls. My nose was pressed in against the sweaty area that was on the inside of his thigh.
As I slid my lips around the testicle and moved my mouth off the ball, I looked up and could see the living room light that was shining down through the gold, satiny fabric of the sleeping bag. Everything was getting close and warm for me in the confines of the sleeping bag.
Moving my mouth from the ball, I managed to grasp one little bit of his wrinkled flesh between my teeth and to press my teeth down against the soft and sensitive flesh.
I could hear him moaning out loud. Then I flicked out my tongue once again and I pushed it between his left testicle and his left thigh. There was a hot and close area there that was messy with the sweat and the sexual odors of the day.
All day long that part of his body had been locked in between his balls and his leg and the moisture had grown intense on his skin. As I licked, I felt like I was being turned on the more that I was slobbering up.
I had to reach down to my pussy lips so that I could press my fingers between the warm folds of the hot flesh. I spread the lips apart and started to frig myself.
As I did that, I opened my mouth wide and took the head of the cock between my lips. I began to suck on the thick prong for all that I was worth. When I moved my lips all the way forward, I pressed my nose into his pubic patch and my chin rubbed against his balls.
While that was rubbing back and forth, the head of his cock was rubbing back and forth against the smooth flesh that was all the way to the back of my throat.
Then I began to slide my lips back and forth along the dick. I was pressing my lips down and I could feel the firmness of the flesh as I squeezed all along the length.
At the same time, I was playing with my cunt. I could feel the thrills rushing through my body and I knew that I needed more than the simple feeling of my fingers against my pussy flesh. I knew that I had to have a cock shoved all the way inside of me.
Pulling my lips off the enormous prong that had been fucking my face, I cried out, "Fuck me, Patrick! Patrick, I need to feel your big cock all the way inside of me!"
"Suck it!" he snarled, viciously, pushing my head down in the sleeping bag.
The air around my face was humid and foul and I really couldn't breathe any longer. But it was a struggle to get out of the inside of the sleeping bag. Patrick was the one who was struggling with me as he kept on snapping and shouting, "I want you sucking my dick!"
"Just let me breathe!" I called out as my head came up through the top of the sleeping bag.
"You wanna get fucked?" he sneered at me. "I'll show you some fucking!"
I cried out as he pushed me down onto the floor. The sleeping bag was actually between me and the floor, but that didn't provide much padding at all.
Patrick was pressing down on top of me and I could feel his hard dick, still wet from the spit of my mouth, pressing against the pussy patch that fringed my cunt lips.
He really couldn't spread my legs very much because of the confining nature of the sleeping bag, but he managed to position his cock with the head at my cunt lips.
Soon he was working his dick into the hot and wrinkled flesh of my pussy. He pushed to the right and to the left as he tried to get it inside of me.
I arched my hips up a little bit in an effort to get the cock all the way into my cunt. I wanted to help him fuck me and I wanted to feel as much of the cock as I could.
"You're really hot for it, aren't you?" he laughed as he grabbed my tits viciously.
"Yes!" I replied. I suppose that I caught him off-guard with that reply.
Then he slammed the full length of his dick into my cunt and cried out, "If you wanna get fucked, I'll really show you what it is to get your pussy fucked!"
I looked over his shoulder and I could see the sleeping bag moving up and down wildly as he fucked my cunt. There we were in the middle of the bare living room floor with his cock all the way up my pussy and his ass moving at a mile a minute as he worked the flared cock head against the tender and sensitive cunt flesh.
I was turning my head from side to side and I could feel gooseflesh that had risen up on the back of my neck and on my hands and feet as the cock was ripping into me.
Looking up at Patrick's face I could see a wild and demonic look on the otherwise playful and boyish face. There was perspiration that was standing out on his body as he worked his cock in and out of the undulating pussy slit.
Then I cried out, "Yes! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my hot pussy!"
He gasped and snorted as he felt his balls pressing up against his body and knew that he was at the end of his fucking strength. The full length of his cock shoved all the way into my hot pussy just as the cunt flesh around my pussy imploded and clasped the dick.
His lips were pressed down against mine and I breathed in unison with him as we felt our genitals locked together in a hot combination.
There was a satisfied grin on his face as he pulled the cock out of my cunt. Then he looked over to the side and, before I could say anything, he unzipped the sleeping bag.
As I saw him pulling his underpants up his legs, I said, "You don't have to get dressed."
"I'm going home," Patrick said as he grabbed up his pants.
"I have coffee here," I said. Adding, almost apologetically, "If you want to stay for breakfast."
"I should go. I couldn't sleep on the hard floor," he said, pulling on the rest of his clothes.
I was going to sleep on the hard floor. But, then again, it was my apartment. For a moment I thought of inviting myself back to his apartment, which would have had a bed. But, then I decided that if he didn't make the offer, I wouldn't.
As he was getting dressed, I said, "I'm having my phone put in tomorrow morning, so I don't have a phone number yet that I can give you."
"I'll see you around the bar," he said, turning to the door. I was going to ask him for his phone number so that I could give him my number when I got it. But it was obvious that he wasn't interested. He wasn't even going to pretend that he was interested.
I got out of the sleeping bag, naked as I was, and I went to the door with him. He gave me a polite kiss on the lips and said, "Good luck in the new apartment."
When I had shut the door and locked it, I said to myself, "Maybe my way with men is improving. This time the guy kissed me and wished me luck after fucking me!"
CHAPTER THREE
I looked up the word 'nymphomania' in a dictionary and it said that it was an uncontrollable desire by a woman for sexual intercourse.
Now I wonder if I can honestly keep denying that I am a nymphomaniac. I am a woman. I have a desire for sexual intercourse and, in all honesty, I suppose that my desire is uncontrollable. When I feel that hot pussy juice dripping inside of me I know that I have to have a cock.
Then I looked up the word 'slut' in the same dictionary. But the definition that they gave was very insulting and judgmental. It made sluts sound very unattractive and nasty. Therefore, I refuse to even discuss my relationship with that particular word.
When I was a teenager I felt that I was going through a stage. I can recall when I was eleven and had first started to frig my pussy. I figured that it was impossible for me to keep on fingerfucking myself that often for too much longer.
But as I reached twelve and thirteen and fourteen, I found that I was only frigging myself even more. It was something that became so uncontrollable that I would rush home from school and rush up the stairs to my bedroom.
Once I was in my bedroom I would put a wire hanger on the doorknob and slip half of the hanger behind the dresser that was next to the door. That was my subtle way of locking my door shut. In case my mother tried the door, she wouldn't be suspicious about the fact that there was a hanger there and that it had accidentally slipped behind the dresser.
In the course of the years I suppose that there were only two or three times where that hanger proved to be useful to me. But for those times alone I am grateful.
When I was eleven and I had first started to play with my pussy, I used to think about boys undressing. That was the extent of my fantasy life. I would imagine undressing together with boys. In fact, I never even imagined them undressing all the way.
I suppose that it sounds crazy now to say that my eleven-year-old masturbatory fantasy concerned being in my undies while a boy was in his shorts. To me, the thought of undressing and of having a boy without his clothes on was the most erotic thing that my young mind could invent and it was quite enough to bring me to an orgasm.
The reason that the fantasies only went as far as underclothes was that I didn't know what a boy's naked cock looked like. (I use this word because I can't even recall what word I used for it as an eleven-year-old. Probably pee-pee.)
With the help of the women's magazines that had nude centerfolds of men, I was able to flesh out my fantasies a little bit better. My mother never got such magazines, but I had one friend who had a divorced mother. I nurtured the friendship just so I would be able to go over there and look at her mother's sexy magazines when her mother was out.
They were wonderful. They taught me what cocks looked like and I even found out what my pussy would look like once it started to grow hair.
I know that there are some girls who don't like their snatches, but I'm just crazy about mine. Once I found out, through pictures in sexy magazines, what my bush would look like, I got into the habit of checking my cunt lips in the mirror every morning in hopes that I had started to get the lush pussy hairs that I admired on other women.
It took a full year of patience since I was already twelve and a half when I first began to get the wispy strands that would eventually grow into my pussy patch.
My masturbatory fantasies matured and my experience with boys increased. But I was soon hornier than ever. The little games of sexual coyness which were expected of me only made matters worse for the heat that kept growing in my pussy.
There would be parties where the boys and girls would couple up. Then we would all kiss and make out. There wasn't even any feeling of the partner's body and to tell the truth, the kissing got awfully boring and tedious after awhile.
The problem was that we would all be in someone's basement and all of the other couples would be around, looking at me, while I was kissing some guy.
It was really more of a question of status than anything else. The girls would compare notes afterwards on which one of them got which guy.
But for me, it was a matter of frustration. There I would be in the arms of a sexy guy. My pussy would be boiling over and I would be dying to play with it.
That is not even mentioning the fact that I would be dying to reach into his pants and to see what he had in there. But if I did anything that my desires told me to do, then I would have been labeled a sexual nut and a bad girl.
Eventually we progressed to the point where the boys and girls would go out on dates separately. When I started to date boys I was always anxious to feel the lump in their pants and I was anxious to get their fingers up into my pussy slit to fondle and excite me. But none of that was possible on those first dates.
The boys were too nervous and slow and I was too concerned with keeping my good reputation in the small neighborhood. But, there reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore.
Whenever I had a date I knew that the boy was leaving horny and I knew that he was going home to jerk off afterwards. That made me horny and I would spend half the night awake and frigging my hot pussy wildly.
When I followed the natural course of action and tried to get the boy to frig my pussy, I got known around the school as a bad girl.
Well, I was a bad girl! Either I was over-sexed or all of my friends in high school were under-sexed, or they all did a wonderful job of hiding their feelings.
Once I had lost my cherry at the age of fifteen, I figured that it really didn't matter what I did in school. I was a senior and I would be leaving the school by the end of the year, so even if everyone said nasty things about me, it wouldn't matter.
Besides, I didn't fit the description of a bad girl. I didn't go around with green eye make-up and extremely short skirts and I didn't hang around the door to the locker room waiting to pounce on boys. Perhaps it was because I waited till I was a senior before unleashing my desires that saved me from becoming a stereotype.
I know that I was a very beautiful girl then. Back then I didn't have that sort of self-esteem and I always felt gawky about myself. But now I can look at myself and say that I have the features that make up a very attractive young woman.
My hair has generally been worn long. It is brown, but it has a lovely reddish glow which is picked up by my reddish pussy hairs. My breasts and hips were never the largest in the class, but they are very nicely shaped and I have never had a weight problem.
All of the boys seemed to agree that my figure felt just fine. And that should be proof because there were enough boys who got their hands on my body that year.
Since I hadn't realized that I was really beautiful, I went through a very rough period that year, which has since been explained to me by an analyst that I went to in Los Angeles.
If any guy told me that I was pretty I would immediately be willing to spread my legs and let him fuck the hell out of me. It didn't matter what the guy looked like. I was complimented by the compliment and that was all that I needed!
Even today my pussy juice will flow if a guy tells me that I am pretty or if his cock gets hard because of me. I think, in essence, that what gets my cunt really moving is the thought that this guy's cock is hard because of the heat of my pussy and because he thinks that I'm sexy and attractive. That's an incredible turn-on to me.
By the time that I went away to college I was disillusioned by my sexual freedom.
Although I had maintained my stand that I didn't care what the kids in school said about me, I found that I was unable to find a nice guy who would treat me tenderly.
That's what I really needed. I said before that I need a cock up my pussy very often, but I also need to be held tight and to be given affection and warmth by a loving guy.
Nobody gave affection and warmth to the school slut. I would be clutching onto some guy's back and running my fingers along his skin as I licked his ear and he would be grunting like a pig while he rammed his prick into my pussy.
When I went away to college I resolved that I would be a different person. I didn't want to continue to be the bad girl with the tainted reputation!
But, even though I succeeded in staying cool and collected for a few months at college, my hot pussy soon got the best of me and I was on fire as I went through the men on the campus. There were a lot of people who stayed clear of me.
Then, when I was a senior I met a fellow named Gary. I had decided that the best bet for me was to maintain a superior air. I would act like I didn't care what anyone thought of me. It succeeded so well that most of the time even I believed it.
Gary was a different sort of person though. He didn't let my bull throw him. When I was introduced to him, my friend, Miriam, said, "Watch out for Diana. She's an evil woman."
"I am purely a hedonist," I said to him. "I'll do anything for pleasure."
"That's funny," he said in a voice that was not at all commanding. "I'm also a hedonist when it comes to sex and living." Since we were kids in college it was considered fashionable to say things like that to each other.
Later that afternoon he was up in my room. When I peeled his clothes off of him, I found that he was very good looking with a sleek and smooth swimmer's body. He also turned out to be an adept fucker.
My pussy was sore from the long cock that curved just slightly to the right. Then as we were lying in bed together and sipping a glass of wine that we were sharing, he looked at me and said, "You'll have to meet Susan sometime."
"Susan? Who's Susan?" I asked him, sitting up in bed and hoping it was his cat.
"Susan and I have been dating for a year and a half," Gary said, without any note of apology or shame in his voice.
I remained calm, knowing that this was all part of the game. In adult circles if a man slept with a woman and then informed her that he had been seeing some other woman for a year and a half, there would have been some sort of confrontation.
But, I couldn't blame Gary for anything. We had met and had immediately discussed our mutually hedonistic natures. We had gotten together purely for our sexual thrills.
However, without saying a word to him, I decided that I was not going to see him again, no matter how sexually exciting I found him and no matter what offer he might make.
That Friday I got a call and it was Gary. I was cordial, but cold on the phone. Then he asked what I was doing that night.
"I think I have plans, but thank you for thinking of me," I said, in a curt tone.
"Oh," he remarked. "I was wondering if Susan and I might come over to your apartment."
"You and Susan?" I asked, losing my calm and collected tone for a moment.
"I told you that I wanted you to meet her," he said. "And I think the three of us might make some interesting music together."
There was something about Gary that was very much like the pied piper. I could not refuse him. That night I opened the door and welcomed Gary and Susan inside.
It was amazing to me that Susan was in many ways similar to me. She had long brown hair, although hers lacked the bright reddish luster that made mine so distinctive. When she pulled her clothes off, she complained that her breasts were not large enough, but I was jealous of the firm and very nicely shaped boobs that she had.
The first time that the three of us climbed into my bed together, it was an awkward experience. Gary was in the middle and I was pressing my pussy lips against his firm thigh.
Then I reached across his body and touched Susan's body very lightly as if I were afraid of getting burnt. That wasn't far from the truth, since I was afraid that she would be shocked when I touched her.
But she was not shocked. She ran her fingers along my hand as my hand played with the very large and firm pink area that was around her tits.
Then her fingers moved up my hand and my arm until they were at my breasts. Gary was getting a great thrill out of watching the two of us together.
He actually slid out of the way and I found that my body was pressing up against Susan's body. I looked over at him and said, "What do you think you're doing?"
"You two seem to be enjoying yourselves!" he said with a sly smile.
Susan's legs were spread and wrapped around my thigh so that her pussy lips were rubbing up and down against the smooth flesh that was tautly pulled around my thigh.
I looked directly at Susan and she smiled, slightly embarrassed, as she said, "I've never done anything like this before, either."
Pressing my pussy down against her thigh and trying to spread my legs even wider so that my cunt lips could work themselves even tighter against the thigh, I said, "Yeah. But it does feel good. It's strange, but it feels really good."
Susan pushed me over and soon she was on top of me. I looked over at Gary who was lying next to the two of us and he was slowly jerking his cock off as the two of us intertwined sensually, pressing our pussies against each other.
My fingers tentatively moved to her cunt lips and I ran them up and down along the delicate and very moist flesh of the vagina. Pulling the cunt lips apart I pressed my fingers against the hot flesh that was on the inside of her twat.
It was wonderfully responsive against my fingers. It was a wild experience feeling another woman's cunt, but I can't say that it didn't get me very excited.
As I was working my index finger in and out of her delicate vagina, I could feel her fingers pressing all over the lips and the pussy patch of my twat.
My thumb was lightly rubbing back and forth over the pussy patch and it felt downy and soft.
Then, without any warning, Susan suddenly ducked down and her face was right next to my pussy. Everything on that bed was still for a moment. Even Gary stopped jerking off.
Susan pressed her lips against my cunt lips and she rubbed back and forth. At the sensation of the warm flesh of her lips rubbing over my twat, I felt a thrill through my body that was rushing up from my pussy.
Then the girl thrust out her tongue and I could feel it moving slowly down one side of my pussy lips and then up the other side. She paused and pressed her tongue tightly against the moist flesh, giving me the impression that she was licking up the moisture that had oozed out onto the lips of my vagina.
There was a humming sound from the girl and I sensed that she was approving of the flavor of my pussy juice. Then I felt her tongue pressing against my cunt and I knew that she was trying to spread my pussy lips apart. I arched my hips up to make them a better target.
She managed to pull my cunt lips apart and to get her tongue inside of the hot confines of the vagina. As soon as she had pressed her tongue into my aching hole, it snapped shut around the invading tongue.
Susan was soon struggling to pull her tongue out of my twat and the movement of her struggling was making me hotter than ever. There was more movement and more juice that was forming in the hot confines of my vagina and I could tell that it was loosening up.
Soon, with the addition of the wriggling movement and the juicing up of my pussy, the girl was able to jab her tongue all the way into my pussy.
After that she was fucking my cunt with her hot tongue, sending wild chills up through my body.
My legs clasped shut around the sides of her face and I was rubbing the warm and smooth flesh of the inside of my legs against the silkiness of her hair.
It was so erotic that I could feel the orgasm beginning to surge in my pussy right then. Then Susan pulled her lips away from my cunt and moved away from the tightly confining vagina.
"Wh-what?" I asked, almost as if I had been taken out of a daze.
When I looked to one side of me, Susan was lying there next to me. When I looked to the other side of me, Gary was lying there next to me. I smiled at them both.
Since I was turned toward Gary, he pressed his lips down against my lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I began to suck on his tongue with all my strength.
As soon as his hand went down and began to play in the moist folds of my pussy, left even wetter by the attentions of Susan's tongue, I reached over and grasped his thick cock in my hand, running my fingers up and down along the shaft.
Then I pulled my lips from his and turned in the other direction. I looked into Susan's glistening and dark eyes. She moved her face toward mine and my lips just naturally opened for her kiss.
It was only after her lips were pressed against mine and only after her tongue was inside of my mouth that I became aware of the taste of my own pussy juice that was on her tongue.
But, there was no way that I could reject the girl's kiss. After all, she had been willing to eat my pussy. I could at least be willing to kiss her in return.
With one hand still on Gary's cock, I reached my other hand down to Susan's pussy. I knew that I wasn't giving her nearly the pleasure that she had given me with her tonguing, but at least I was doing something for her that would give her pleasure.
Gary and Susan were both working on my pussy. It was a remarkable sensation to feel two different hands on my body, one of them so soft and feminine and the other one so firm and powerful. My body was moving around insanely.
Then as Susan pulled her tongue from my mouth, she said, "I'd love to watch Gary fucking you."
"Oh, yes!" was all that I had to say to put the two of them into action.
My legs were up over my shoulders and Gary was leaning back with his ass pressing down against his heels. He lifted himself up and his thick cock, with the slightly curved head, was pressing against the moist and responsive flesh of my pussy lips.
He started to work his dick into my hot hole and I could feel it as it pushed the flesh aside and made its way into the tightness of the deep vagina.
Then, when he had half of his cock worked into my twat, he slammed forward and pushed the rest of his meat into the tight hole. I arched my hips up so that it would add even greater force to the shoving thrust of the boy.
"You really want it in you, don't you?" he called out to me with a smile.
"Yes!" I shouted. I already knew that I couldn't lie at a time like that.
As he was fucking in and out of my pussy, Susan began to feel my breasts and to run her fingers over my face. I was kissing her fingers tenderly.
It was such a thrilling juxtaposition for me. I could feel the wild viciousness of Gary's movements inside of my pussy and I could feel the gentle sensation of Susan's fingers lightly feeling my face and my boobs.
Then when I looked up at Susan I could see that she was kneeling right next to my face. When I turned to the side I could see that she was spreading her own cunt lips.
"Lick my pussy," she whispered to me. "Just lick it out really nice and easy!"
She never forced me, but there was a rocket that was rushing through my body. I pressed my face against her cunt lips and I licked lightly up and down along the flesh.
Since she was spreading her own cunt with her own fingers, I could easily slip my tongue into the tight folds of the vagina. When the cunt was clasping around my tongue and I was struggling to move around inside of it, I remembered when I had been on the receiving end of the same sensations and that made me feel wonderful.
In the same way that I got pleasure when I knew that I was giving thrills to a guy, it gave me pleasure to know that I was giving thrills to a girl.
My tongue was shoving in and out of her hot vagina and then I could feel the movement in her pussy. Because of the way that Gary was fucking me at the same time, I found that I was tongue-fucking Susan's pussy at the same tempo that Gary was using on me.
When the pussy flesh around my cunt was getting thicker and Gary's thrusting jabs were getting much harder and were really ripping into my cunt flesh, I began to eat Susan's cunt with even more vigor and power.
Gary slammed his cock all the way into me and he was pressed down so tight that I could feel his dark pubic hairs rubbing against my reddish pussy hairs. I could even feel his balls rubbing up against the smooth flesh on the inside of my thighs.
His cock head slammed up against the delicate pussy flesh and I could feel my cunt responding with a wild explosion of its own as it collapsed around the dick.
My cunt was wriggling and undulating all around the hard prick and we were locked together in a hot orgasm. This sent chills to all the extremities of my body.
Even my tongue suddenly became rigid as I felt the cock juice that was pumping madly into the tightness of my twat. My firm tongue was pressing up and down against Susan's pussy flesh and I could feel her cunt meat collapsing around my tongue just the way that my cunt meat was collapsed around Gary's hard prick.
It was one of the really memorable fucks of my life. The three of us continued to fool around for a few months until I graduated and went off to graduate school in California.
When I started to fool around with Susan I had to face the question of whether or not I was a lesbian. I decided that I wasn't!
There was a period that I went through when I wasn't so certain about what I was feeling and what was really going on inside of me. Very soon after I had met Gary and Susan, I refused to deal with Susan anymore. I said, "I'm not a dyke and I'm not gonna let her make me one!"
For about two weeks I avoided the two of them. What was really ripping me apart was that both of them remained absolutely cool and calm about it.
When I made the wild accusation against Susan, saying that she was trying to make me a dyke, I know that she could have responded by saying that she had never done anything with another girl before she and I made it in bed together. But she chose not to say a word to me. She just shrugged her shoulders and smiled, like she didn't care what I said.
When I'm starting to get upset about something it's difficult for me to deal with someone who remains completely rational and quiet and calm. That makes me absolutely furious.
After those two weeks I found Gary without Susan and I told him that I wanted to make it with him. But he said, "I can't deal with someone who's uptight."
"Who's uptight?" I asked, sharply. "I just don't want to become a dyke."
"Go with the flow!" he told me. "Don't spend so much time worrying about things."
After another week I took his advice and I ended up back in bed with him and with Susan. It was really terrific the wonderfully sexual thing that the three of us had together.
But the thing that eventually convinced me that I wasn't really a lesbian was a talk that I had with myself. I sat down in my room alone and said, "When I frig my pussy what do I think about? What is it that gets me turned on and hot?"
It didn't take much effort for me to answer that question. The thing that always got me hot was cocks and the idea of a guy fucking me. In fact, it wasn't only the cock inside my pussy that made me hot, it was the guy's entire body.
When I would be fingerfucking my cunt I would be thinking about running my hands over a guy's arms while he was holding me and pressing my fingers down against the firmly muscled cheeks of his ass as he pumped in and out of my twat.
If that was what I thought about when I was alone and was free to think about anything that I wanted to, I figured that that was enough evidence of my heterosexuality.
As for the fact that I enjoyed feeling Susan's body next to mine, I figured that it was just because her body felt nice and it was a change of pace. When I think back on it and remember the fun that Susan and I had together, I still feel that playing with another pussy is a hot idea. It feels just like mine.
Then I got accepted to graduate school in Los Angeles and I felt a strange loss inside of me. It wasn't as though I could have called Gary my boyfriend even though we were sleeping together three or four nights a week, sometimes even without Susan present.
But our relationship had started with the idea that we were both purely hedonistic and that we were just doing everything for the physical pleasure.
I was actually embarrassed to try to tell him that I was feeling more than that for him. I know that I never could have had the courage to admit that I was feeling some emotional attachment for Susan. She and I never had sex together without Gary present.
When I left the college that was the end of our relationship. But my pussy still tingles when I think about the wonderful times that I had in bed with Gary and Susan.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was exhausted by the time that Patrick had left. Even though I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of my apartment I fell sound asleep.
It was a good thing that the buzzer for my apartment was a very loud one. It woke me up with a sudden screech not too long after eight in the morning. I rushed up, tangled in the sleeping bag.
When I had buzzed the telephone man to come into the building, I grabbed my robe and pulled it on since I realized that I was completely naked.
I was still tying the belt of the robe when the doorbell rang. Opening the door I smiled at the good looking guy who was standing there with his equipment dangling from his belt.
"Come on in," I said as I moved out of the way and he moved inside.
"Do you know where you want the instruments?" he asked, looking up and down my body.
"Yes," I said quickly, bustling around the apartment while he investigated where the phone lines were already located. He was soon doing his job and stapling down wire all around the apartment as I stood by and watched him.
"Sorry I woke you up," he said, looking at me in the robe and then at the sleeping bag.
"I'm glad to be getting this over with," I said, a little groggy because of the wild night that I had shared with Patrick the night before.
"Which way is the bathroom?" he asked. Adding a polite, "If I may."
I pushed open the bathroom door and he moved through, saying, "Thank you."
Since the toilet was directly opposite the door, his back was facing me as he stood in front of the toilet. He did not shut the door even though he knew that I was standing right there.
I couldn't see anything because of the angle at which he was standing, but I could see that he was moving his hands around the front of his pants as he opened his zipper and I could see the back of his pants getting loose as he pulled the front of his pants open.
For a moment I thought that I should shut the door of the bathroom, but then I just kept on staring at the back of his jeans, knowing that he was holding his penis and peeing.
After a quiet pause I could hear the hissing sound of his piss hitting the water of the toilet bowl. I wondered if he could tell that I was looking at him.
Then there was an end to the hissing stream of piss and I could just hear some droplets of liquid that were hitting the water in the bowl. As it tinkled into the bowl he looked over his shoulder and stared right into my eyes.
Suddenly I realized that I should look away from him. He was looking at me and I shouldn't have been looking back at him. But with his eyes piercing right through me, I wasn't able to look away. I even found that I was smiling at him.
He had curly blonde hair and a sparkling look in his face that made me feel that he was Irish.
As he turned around, without bothering to close his pants, my eyes just naturally slid down the length of his body and looked at his crotch.
That's when I saw the thick prong that he was playing with. Through the open front of his jeans I could see that he was wearing boxer shorts and he was playing with the hard cock that was sticking out of the open fly of the cotton boxers.
"You like it?" he asked in a voice that was a low hiss.
I nodded, without even saying a word. He looked right at me and said, "Then take it!"
Without any hesitation I fell to my knees and was right in front of his cock. He didn't stop moving his fingers over the hard prong as he jerked it back and forth.
But my anxious lips managed to catch the dick and to begin to suck it. I was sliding my mouth back and forth along the thickness of the hard-on.
Soon he was moving his hips back and forth and fucking me in the mouth. His dungarees were already starting to drop down to his knees and his baggy boxer shorts were still completely on so that I was sucking his cock through his fly.
Each time that my lips pressed all the way forward against the hard prong of the dick, I could feel the wet area of the cotton boxer shorts that were pressing against my lips. I couldn't tell whether the moisture was from his sexual excitement or his pissing.
The telephone man was pulling the buttons open on his shirt and was revealing a well-defined and smooth chest that showed a few of the freckles that I had expected him to have.
He dropped his shirt to the floor of the bathroom and then he pushed my face from his cock so that he could work his shorts down his legs and allow his dick to slap up against his belly, fully free.
When I saw the slim hips and the sensual body of the young man, my pussy was creaming up. He looked down at me and said, "Take off that robe. Let me see what you've got."
I pulled at the belt that was holding my robe closed and it fell back as I moved my arms back. I was completely naked with my bare knees pressing into the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
"How about taking a bath?" I suggested, feeling it was a bright idea.
"A bath?" he asked, tilting his head to one side as if he figured that I was a nut.
"I just woke up and you look like you're all hot and sweaty from work!" I said quickly.
He chuckled a little and said, "I just started work. But you can take a bath and I'll watch."
As I leaned over the tub to turn on the water, I pressed my legs together to try to stop the flow of pussy juice. The idea of having this handsome guy watching me in the bath was very hot.
Since I had to get a new shower spigot I couldn't take a shower, but I had already put up a curtain around the tub so that I could have the feeling of privacy in my otherwise stark and bare apartment. The water was running into the enormous tub and I climbed in.
I have one of these old-fashioned bathtubs that has feet on it. It is enormous and there was room in it for both of us as I gave the naked telephone man a wink. He leaned one thigh on the side of the tub and he stroked his dick.
Since I was sitting in the slowly filling tub I realized that my lips were once again right on a level with his cock. I pressed my lips around the hard dong and I started to suck on it with a really voracious appetite.
As I did that, he finally gave in and started to climb into the bathtub with me.
I was sucking him off and he was pressing his body down against my face as the hot water kept on pouring into the tub and filling up all around me.
"Suck that dick, girl!" the man hissed under his breath.
I could feel his flat, washboard stomach pressing right into my face and I could feel the curly blonde pubic hairs that were scratching my nose. His legs were so powerful that he was holding himself up by his legs as he slid back and forth into my mouth.
Each time that the broad head of his cock slammed against the back of my throat, I could feel myself tensing up in reaction to it. But I loved it anyway.
Suddenly, he slid his cock out of my mouth and said, "Now that you got it nice and wet, I'll be able to shove it into your ass hole!"
"My ass hole?" I called out. "No! You can't!"
"That's what you think, little lady!" the rough man said as he grabbed the back of my thighs with his powerful hands and pulled them up over my head.
My ankles were on either side of my face and I felt like my legs were going to crack off from being pushed over so far. Then I could feel his cock rubbing past my pussy lips.
There was a tingling sensation that rushed through my body as I felt his cock coming so close to my pussy. I shuddered with delight at the hot contact.
But then his cock kept on moving down and I could feel it pressing against my ass hole. I tensed up my entire body. I had never been fucked up the ass hole and it was not a great desire of mine.
"Please!" I called out. "Put it in my pussy! I really want it in my pussy!"
I was shocked when he slapped me across the face and said, "Shut up, slut! You'll get it right where I want to put it and you'll like it there!"
His cock head was pressing against the tightly clinging confines of my ass hole and I could feel him pushing apart the virgin opening with the broad head of his dick.
Although it was hard work for him to push his cock into my tight anal opening, he was doing all that he could to reach that goal. I could feel the first bit of stretching as he began to push on his cock head and the pain was already shooting up through my body.
Then he shoved forward and I could feel his cock head pushing into the hot opening of my ass hole. The tight flesh was being tugged and pushed by the hard cock that was shoving forward.
After a great deal of effort, he had his cock head into my ass hole and then he arched his hips up and seemed to be working at getting all of his strength into his cock.
He slammed forward, but after he had pushed his dick just an inch or so into my bottom hole it suddenly felt like the broad shaft of the cock was shoving the flesh of my ass cheeks into my hole.
I felt certain that he was going to turn me inside out in his efforts to get that cock into my bottom. But then he pulled his cock back a little bit so that he could shove it forward a little further.
That was the way that, with a good deal of effort, he was able to shove his cock all the way into my ass hole. At first I had been afraid that he was going to try to ram into me with one vicious stroke, but instead of doing that he pressed his cock in a little at a time.
As he was working on that I began to wish that he had pushed the entire prong into me with one stroke. Although that would have been painful it would have been a pain that would have ended soon afterwards. But the way he was doing it was jolting at my body.
He had the entire length of his cock inside my ass and I could feel it swelling and pulsing with juice as he said, "I knew you were a slut right away!"
"How dare you call me that?" I cried out, feeling humiliated and degraded that he was taking this strange virginity from me in the bathtub of my own new apartment.
He laughed at me and started to move his cock in and out of my ass hole as he said, "That's what you are, isn't it?"
"No!" I cried out, but I realized that he was pushing me down into the water and that the water was raising up to the level where it was coming over my face.
His cock was pulling and pushing at the flesh of my ass hole. It was more than simply fucking in and out of my ass hole. Since my ass was not properly lubricated, he was actually pulling at the moist and clinging flesh of my ass hole.
"Y-you're going to drown me!" I cried out as I tensed my muscles to keep from sinking under the water.
But he was arching his head back and he was enjoying the thrill that was rushing through his body. That bastard really didn't even care if he had drowned me as long as he got the thrill in his cock of feeling the fucking sensation.
I was not even thinking about the pain in my ass hole as his cock rammed back and forth. The only thing that was important to me was the fact that I was trying to keep my head, literally, above the water in the tub as more of the steaming water poured in.
The telephone man was having a wonderful time of ramming his cock in and out of my tight ass hole. And then he reached up to my pussy and pressed his fingers down against the flesh.
That immediately reminded me about the steaming feeling that I had in my pussy. My cunt had been on the verge of an explosion and when his powerful fingers pressed right between the pussy flesh and shoved down against the moist interior flesh of my body, I went over the verge of that explosion and I could feel the wild spasm that was starting.
I discovered something that was fascinating to me. As my pussy spasmed, I was also spasming in my ass hole. The flesh around the man's thick, invading cock was tightening and loosening continually each time that my pussy flesh tightened and loosened.
Up until then I had never realized the wonderful sensations that were going on in the rest of my body. I had been so busy feeling the sensations in my pussy that I had not been aware of the spasms in my ass hole.
The brutal attack by the telephone installation man was what made me aware of my body.
But, as I was in the middle of my orgasm, I lost the tension that had been holding my body firmly in place. My head soon sank below the level of the water in the tub.
I couldn't breathe and I was in a desperate situation because he was pressing down on top of me!"
It was only when I was struggling wildly and flailing my arms that he allowed me to get up and get a breath of air. I wasn't even aware of the way that he pulled his dick out of my ass hole. I was too busy breathing and coughing hysterically.
By the time that I had finished coughing, I looked up and saw that the handsome telephone man had finished drying himself and was pulling his boxer shorts up.
Since I didn't know what to say to him, I just looked at him. Then I shut the water in the tub and started to get out of it. It was a good thing that it was such an old and large bathtub or else it would have overflowed considering how long the water had run.
By the time that I was out of the tub, the telephone man was completely dressed. He went into the other room and called a number to make sure that my phone was operating correctly. Then he turned to me and said, "Okay. If there are any problems with the phone in the course of the next month, please call the number that I'm leaving for you right here."
"That's it?" I asked as I came into the bedroom, wrapped in my towel.
"Have a nice day and good luck in your new apartment," he said as he left my place quickly.
Considering the two men I had been through in less than twelve hours I know that I cannot explain why I was haunting the singles' bar again that night.
I hadn't planned on going, but it was right at the corner and it was so convenient to go there.
When I sat at the bar, Bobby Ray, the manager, came over to me once again and said, "I knew that I'd see you back in here, Diana."
"Could you tell that I was the type?" I asked, trying to make it into a joke.
"I just knew," he said, as his fingers pressed up along the side of my face.
There was a thrill rushing through my body in response to the feeling of Bobby's fingers. I had to arch my back in reaction to the wonderful tingling that was inside me.
Then he leaned forward against the bar and licked my ear as he said, "I get a hard-on every time that I have to serve you. Did you know that?"
I just moaned a sensual moan and then said, "My pussy is wet!"
"I know!" he said, pulling me closer.
Even though the bar was between us, we were each pressing against opposite sides of the rosewood bar and I could feel the moisture that felt like it was going to melt my panties.
"When, Bobby?" I asked him, blowing in his ear as I did.
"I have to deal with my old lady now!" he said, with a disappointed tone in his voice.
I tried to be graceful and casual about extricating myself from his grasp as I said, "Sure."
He slid his face from mine as he said, "I won't keep kissing you, even though I want to. I don't want to ruin your chances with the other guys around here."
"Thanks," I said, with a weak smile on my face. "White wine, please."
A little while later the second bartender introduced himself to me. His name was Paul and he was built a little huskier than Bobby. He had very short-clipped blonde hair and a gap between his two front teeth that made his boyish, ail-American good looks look even more charming to me. I would have settled for either of the bartenders.
But they were both busy. It was obvious that the bar was getting more popular under Bobby's direction. I was trying to look casual.
A long time ago I had learned that when I looked too anxious in a singles' bar none of the guys were interested in me. It was when I managed to look casual that the guys would be flocking around me. But that wasn't always such an easy thing to do.
When you are feeling very hot, it is not a simple matter to look casual!
Bobby came over to me and I smiled at him. Then he leaned across the bar and said, "I have to take a piss. How would you like to drink it?"
"Wh-what?" I said, pulling away from him, feeling a little shocked.
The expression on his face was absolutely calm and straight as he said, "You heard what I said."
I paused and then said, "No, thanks." My tone was flat and emotionless.
He stood up straight and said, "I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me!"
Then he turned and went toward the restrooms which were in the back of the bar. I didn't understand what his final remark meant. He had invited me to drink his piss and I don't know how I could possibly have misunderstood the offer.
I watched him as he moved through the people, talking to everyone that he passed. That was part of his job as manager and that was what added to the friendliness of the place.
Then I saw Bobby going into one of the restrooms. There were two rooms in the back and each of them was only designed to hold one person, therefore they had never even designated sexes on the doors to the toilets.
I kept watching the door that Bobby had entered and then I saw a very over-blown and sexy blonde entering that same restroom. Obviously he had left the door unlatched and had arranged that she would follow him into the room.
If only I had x-ray vision at that time I would have looked right through the door. I knew that Bobby was pissing and that the blonde girl was drinking down his piss.
Much as that shocked me, there was also something very sensual about it. I was still staring at the door a moment later when Bobby came strutting out of the toilet.
He was coming back toward the bar and I was looking at the door as the blonde girl came out of the little room with a very satisfied grin on her face.
Before I even realized it, Bobby was standing right next to me. I turned and looked at him, shocked that he was there. Then I looked around and tried to smile at him, pretending that I had not been staring at everything that had happened.
His large and strong hand was pressing against the back of my head and pulling me close to his face so that he could kiss me. His lips were pressing hard against mine and I could feel his rough tongue urging my lips to part so that he could press it against my tongue.
Pulling his lips from mine, he whispered in my ear, "That bag is a good customer. So, I let the bag drink my piss. She enjoyed it."
"Sure," I said, feeling uncomfortable that he had brought up the subject. "Look, I don't put anybody down for what they want to do. You don't have to apologize to me!"
"I'm not into having a girl drink my piss, but I'm the manager here and I like to keep my customers happy. If you know what I mean."
"I try to be open to all sorts of new sexual experiences!" I said. "But I'm uptight about a lot of things. I mean, I don't expect that I'm ever going to. . . "
"That's okay, babe!" he said, his arm still around my neck. "I let her drink my piss. But I don't kiss her!" Then he pressed his lips tightly against my lips.
I was sitting on the barstool, but he pulled me up so that he could rub his hands around my breasts. Then I pulled my lips away and looked around the place as I said, "I don't want to get a reputation around here for being a slut!"
Bobby Ray winked at me and laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Even though leaving Gary and Susan behind at college was painful for me, I decided that going to California would give me the one further chance that I needed.
I was tired of being called a slut and being known as a trashy girl who would put out for any guy. There were instances in my diary where I would comment that I had gotten a particular guy to fuck me and I felt that it was a boost to my ego.
Well, there were enough instances like that, that affected my ego in a positive way, that I no longer needed ego bolstering things to happen to me.
What I really needed was to learn how to have a meaningful relationship with a guy. That really sounds like a phrase out of my college days. But, now that I'm already in my middle twenties rather than being a kid, I know that I want a meaningful relationship.
If that sounds like a cliche, there is nothing that I can do about it.
When I went to California I decided that I would not get a reputation as the slut of my new school. But, I soon discovered that it was even easier than I had thought to maintain that promise to myself.
The music school where I went to study piano and composition in Los Angeles was a very wild place. I was able to fuck all the guys that I wanted and still not get any particular reputation. It wasn't that I had changed it was that I was surrounded by people who were doing the same exact thing as I had been doing all along.
Almost all of the girls in that music school were willing to put out for the boys and so when I came along and was ready to spread my legs for anyone with a nice cock, it was a simple matter of living my life and fitting in with the rest of the group.
I had been in Los Angeles for almost three years and I had almost finished my time at school when I finally had a relationship with somebody.
It is sufficient to say here that the end of that relationship was the reason that I came back to New York. I couldn't stay in the same city with him and I knew that I had to start my life over again once we broke up.
Many people will say to me, "But you were only together for eight months. How serious could that have been for you?"
My response is, "It was serious!" It was certainly the most serious relationship that I ever had in my life and the one for which I had the most hope.
There are times that I feel that our relationship died because we fucked it to death. In retrospect I fear that we were doing a little too much fucking for our own good!
We would both come home from work and I would put up something for dinner. Then he would, fuck me before we ate as we were waiting for dinner to be done.
While we were eating dinner, we would make plans about going to see a movie or calling some friends and getting together with them. But by the time that we finished dinner and he had done the dishes, we would be back in bed once again.
Sometimes we would just have some foreplay and then watch some television before we had our final night fuck. But there were other times when we could not control the foreplay and would not bother with the television, so that we would end up fucking twice before the evening was over and we were both able to get to sleep.
In the morning when we would wake up, he would usually fuck me, although I am not a morning person and did not respond well to the attacks that would take place at that hour.
It was with that sort of pattern that the two of us continued. We never saw friends and we hardly ever went out to the movies or the beach. There were some Sundays when the blinds would be down all day long and we would fuck wildly from morning to night without ever putting on a stitch of clothing.
Even though we were only together for eight months, there are some couples who have been married for five years who have not fucked as many times as we did!
By the time that the relationship came to an end, I realized, sadly, that we didn't have anything to talk about.
The only thing that the two of us had ever done was to fuck! Even though we kept on finding different positions and we kept on using different fantasies, I suppose that we needed more in our relationship.
And yet, how can any relationship be faulted that was as much fun as ours was.
There was one night, the night when we first began to get off on fantasy trips, when I was starting to climb under the blankets, after having turned off the lights.
As I was getting into the bed, naked, I looked at my lover's handsome and clean-cut features. I smiled down at him and said, "Oh, Skip! There's nothing to be afraid of."
Of course, his name was not Skip and he was not showing any signs of fear. But as I pulled the covers up over us and said, "Just relax and I'll teach you everything," he realized what I was doing.
"Please!" he whispered in his soft, California accent. "Be gentle with me."
I climbed on top of him and stroked his hard cock as I said, "It's so big."
"Thank you," he replied in a low voice. And we were off on a fantasy trip.
"I'm going to put your thick cock up my pussy!" I said to the boy. I could feel it pulsing in my fingers as I stroked it up and down and pressed it closer to my cunt.
Then I began to work the dick into the tight and clinging folds of my cunt flesh. The boy was moaning and groaning as he called out, "It feels so good!"
Anyway, the fantasies that we shared after that knew no bounds. It was delightful and I suppose that one of the real advantages of having a regular lover is that you don't feel the embarrassment and the constraints that you feel with a stranger. That means that you're even more willing to let yourself go and to act out your fantasies.
I know that that is a big part of why I keep on going back to the singles' bar at my corner. It's so easy to go there and knowing that I am a relatively new face makes me attractive to the men who are there.
The night that Bobby had gotten on the subject of my drinking his piss, I wandered away from the bar, feeling that I wanted to find some man who would take me home for the night.
I had already determined that, although he was complimentary to me and although he was coming on to me at the bar and kissing me, Bobby would not come home with me because of his lover and the fact that he felt he had to return home to her.
In the course of the evening I spoke to a number of different men, but either they didn't interest me or I didn't interest them.
Then I was standing at the rectangular bar and I looked around to the side that was next to mine. I noticed that there was a powerfully built black man who was standing there.
I looked away from him. It's not that I have a thing against black men, it was just that I really couldn't tell how hot he was at a distance.
But when I looked back at him, I could see that he was still staring directly at him. Looking down at my watch, I noticed that it was well after two in the morning and the bar was already beginning to empty out so that there were only half as many people as there had been when I came in.
The black stud was insistent in the way that he was looking at me. Since the admiration of a man is always a sure way to get my pussy juice flowing, the looks of the black man were getting me hot and wet in my cunt.
I looked down at my glass of white wine. It was my fifth and I was beginning to feel the affects of it. After my second glass, I had put it down on the bar and Bobby Ray had come over to smile at me. Then he poured another glass of wine and placed it in front of me.
At that point I was going to leave. But when I saw that he had poured more wine for me, I reached into my pocket to pull another dollar out.
He pushed the dollar back towards me with a wry smile on his face as he said, "Is this yours? This isn't mine." Then, indicating the glass of wine, he said, "I don't know who this is for. I poured this and now it'll go to waste."
I took the wine, feeling that it would be foolish not to take it, and said a soft "Thank you," to the black-eyed bartender who was running his fingers over the back of my hand.
Since I had stayed for that third drink, I found that I was staying for a fourth and a fifth as well. It was clear to me that Bobby Ray really knew how to run his bar and how to handle his customers.
Now that I was on my fifth glass of wine, I was looking at the black stud and waiting for him to come toward me or to make some sort of gesture to me.
But, then I looked down at the wine again and realized that I really didn't want to have him coming toward me. I didn't know yet what he looked like. Usually I would keep track of the men who were in a bar so that if I saw someone from a distance I would already know from a closer encounter whether or not I wanted to make it with him.
This black stud, however, had come in quietly and sat down in his place while I had been drinking at my own place. I hadn't noticed him and there hadn't been a chance to see him closer.
Taking my drink in my hand, I walked around the bar toward the jukebox. It was blaring out an obnoxious cowboy sort of song that grated up my spine.
"With four hungry children and a crop in the field!
I had some bad times! Lived through some sad times!
But this time the hurtin' won't heal!"
I had to pass the black man to get to the jukebox and as I stood at the jukebox, pretending that I was interested in making a selection, I looked out of the corner of my eye and I saw that the black stud was looking at me.
That was when I smiled up at him and sort of moved my glass of wine as though I were saluting him. In the game of picking up men at bars, I had learned that smiling was the step that followed looking.
But he didn't smile back. He kept on staring at me. I was confused. I was used to one of two reactions. Either a man would smile or he would turn away from me.
Then I nodded and said, "Hello."
He nodded and said, "Hello." But, even when he had done that he didn't smile. His black eyes felt like they were burning through me as he kept on looking.
My smile became an embarrassed giggle as I took a step closer to him and said, "I noticed that you were looking at me over there."
"Any crime against me looking at you?" he asked me in a cold voice.
"No!" I said, quickly. "I was looking at you also."
Why did we have to go through all of this conversation? Why couldn't I just say, "Wanna fuck my hot pussy?" My cunt was steaming up as I looked at the muscular black frame.
Even though he never smiled at me, we went through the same series of questions that I had been through with a million other guys. His name was Joe and he lived in the Nineties. When I asked him what he was doing in my neighborhood at that time of night, he said that he drove a cab and had just returned it to a garage a block away from the bar.
"After a night of driving a cab I can imagine that you need to unwind," I said.
I was leaning against one of the barstools and he was sitting on the next one. His hand grasped at my hips and pulled me to his body. Even through all of the layers of clothes that we were wearing, I could feel the hardness of his cock outlined.
"I need a lot more than a little unwinding," he growled at me as he pressed hard against my body.
Joe was rubbing back and forth against the front of my body and I could feel the moist heat that was emanating from my pussy.
"What else do you need?" I asked, tossing my long brown hair back.
"I need something that you got, girl!" he said in a low and mean voice as he smiled.
At least he finally smiled. He kept rubbing his crotch back and forth against mine and then he said, "You live right around the corner here?"
"Yeah," I replied. "But I'm just moving in. My furniture hasn't come yet."
"What are you sleeping on?" he asked me, raising his voice a little bit.
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "I have a choice of using my sleeping bag or going up to my friend's apartment on the Upper West Side. But I can't bring anyone back to my friend's apartment!"
"Sure!" the black man said, pressing his body against mine. Then he pressed his lips down and I could feel the thick and warm lips rubbing against my own.
Pulling away from his face, I said, "We could try doing it in the sleeping bag!"
"I got a better place to do it. Let's go!" he said as he took my hand.
I followed him out the door of the bar and then I followed him down Ninth Avenue as he went to his taxi garage. There was a night watchman at the garage door and Joe nodded to him. The night watchman nodded back and didn't even seem to notice me.
"Is this all right?" I asked the man. "Going in here like this?"
"Don't worry," Joe said, leading me over to the fleet of cabs that were all parked.
He opened the door of one of them that was parked up against the brick wall and I climbed into the back seat. That was the most gallant gesture that he had made.
But the next thing I knew, he had closed the door of the cab and he was pressing his body down on top of mine. As he rubbed back and forth against my body I could feel his thick cock growing even thicker against my crotch.
"I wanna have me a nice piece of white pussy!" he groaned under his breath as he began to pull at the slacks that I was wearing.
He peeled them down my legs and seemed to enjoy the feeling of the silky white panties that I had on. Then he worked my blouse up my arms until I was naked except for the panties.
Doing everything in the confined space of the cab was somewhat uncomfortable and yet I was finding it very exciting because his body kept on bumping into mine.
As he tossed his shirt aside and pulled down his loose cotton pants, his enormous cock was dangling down between his legs. My eyes glistened as I looked at the size of the cock.
Then I could feel the man's powerful black hands pulling at the flesh on the inside of my thighs. He leaned forward and pressed his thick lips against my cunt lips.
Joe was not interested in tenderly caressing my pussy lips. He just wanted to get them good and wet so that they would be ready for his thick rammer.
Licking and slobbering all over my cunt lips, he was getting me ready for the hot fucking that he was planning. Then, with his powerful black arms still looped under my legs, he spread me apart much wider than I ever thought was possible.
Since we were lying across the back seat of the parked cab, he tossed my left leg over the back of the front seat and he tossed my right leg over the back of the back seat.
In that way I felt like I was straddling the seats of the car even though my small and nicely rounded ass cheeks were down against the bottom of the back seat.
His cock was soon pressing against the wrinkled flesh of my pussy lips and he was working it into the hot confines of my vagina.
I tried to arch my hips up so that I could meet the thrusts of his cock. But I was in such an awkward position that I found it was an impossible thing to do.
But soon he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hand and he lifted them up from the seat of the cab, pressing his cock harder against my pussy lips and slamming into me.
When he got the entire length of his dick up my pussy, I could feel the wild sensation of the cock that was ramming in and out of my hot hole.
Joe didn't pause for a thing. He didn't even pause to allow my cunt flesh to relax around his wildly moving cock meat. He was sliding in and out so fast that I am sure my pussy flesh could not even react to the wild movements that were going on.
Usually when a guy will shove his dick all the way into my cunt, it will separate the walls of the pussy so that he can fit his cock shaft into me. Then when he pulls his cock out of my hot hole, the walls of the pussy will rush to clasp together again.
That way, when he pushes into me again, it will push apart the pussy walls and send that wild chill through my body which is caused by the strange pressure against my cunt meat.
But, in the case of Joe, he was moving back and forth so wildly against my cunt meat that my pussy flesh was not even clasping together after he would pull his cock out of my hot hole.
When he would pull back out of my cunt,-I would feel an emptiness in my twat, but I would soon be filled again by the slashing and ramming of the thick black prong.
As he continued to move his cock wildly in and out of the confines of my twat, I was trying to relax the walls of my pussy. But his cock was so big and so thick that no matter what I did I found that I still could not relax my muscles.
His powerful black arms grabbed at the flesh of my thighs and he was holding my thighs up in an awkward, spread position as he continued to ram and slam at my cunt.
I could feel his cock fucking my pussy in such a vicious Way that as soon as any cunt cream was drooling out of my body, his cock slid back and forth over it and created such a hot friction that it seemed to melt right away into my flesh.
My head was turning back and forth as I felt a strange undulation in my pussy that told me that my cunt flesh was on the verge of exploding around the thick cock.
Then he began to angle his hips in different directions. If any other guy had done that it would have been really terrific, but since Joe's cock was already so thick and such a chore for me to deal with, I could hardly stand the strange strain on my cunt.
When he would turn his hips to the left side, his cock would slam into the opposite side of my pussy flesh. Then he would turn his hips to the right side and the broad head of his hard dick would slam right up against the right side of my pussy flesh.
As he kept on doing that, I was going crazy from the erotic stimulation and the vicious, blasting sensation that was rushing through my body.
Part of the excitement was that I was never really sure where his cock was going to hit the next time that it slammed into my hot pussy.
Although it was so painful, my cunt was starting to spasm wildly around the cock. That made it even more painful for the black stud to work his dick in and out of my hot hole.
But that didn't seem to deter him. Even though my pussy was tightening up and was spasming all around his hard prong, he kept on poking and ramming it into my cunt.
Often when I would be fucked by a guy and would be cumming, the guy would keep on moving his cock around inside of my pussy as I was cumming. That little bit of movement would be enough to drive me absolutely insane with passionate pleasure.
The sensation that I was feeling as the black stud was ramming his enormous prong all the way in and out of my cunt was unbelievable.
My orgasm just kept going and it was as though there were a fight between my cunt and his cock. My cunt would spasm and tighten up as his cock pulled all the way out of my hole.
Then he would ram his cock back in, just as if there were nothing going on in my pussy.
Finally, he pushed the entire length of his dick all the way into my cunt and I could feel the pulsing at the base of his cock as his cock head arched up and splashed flaming gism against my body.
The two of us were locked together in a long and hard orgasm, during which my bare feet kept on rubbing over the upholstery of the cab and kept on hitting against the closed windows.
My fingers were running over the powerfully taut flesh of the black stud and I enjoyed the smell of his pungent sweat that was so close to my nose. I enjoyed the look of my white fingers against the very black flesh of his shoulders and the feeling of the extraordinary muscles that were underneath the flesh.
After a long moment when the two of us were breathing together, he began to pull his cock slowly out of my pussy and I could feel the relief of relaxation.
"You liked that, girl! Didn't you?" the black stud grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Good!" He said, as he sat on the seat and pulled his pants up.
It was awkward getting dressed inside the cab, but we managed to do it. He looked at his watch when we got out of the cab and said, "It's almost four."
"I don't mind," I said. "I'm a night person. I'm always up this late!"
"I better walk you home!" he said, pushing his hands in his pockets.
My home was only around the corner and as he got there I stopped and said, "Do you always work these late hours? I mean, do you always bring your cab into the garage at this hour?"
"Usually. Yeah," he said, in the same bored way that he had used all night.
I reached into the pocket of my slacks and I pulled out a little card that I had there. Then I quickly jotted my number down as I said, "Since I live so close to the garage, I figure that I ought to give you my number. like I said, I'm always up late."
"Yeah. Thanks," the black stud said, as he took the number and shoved it in his pocket.
I stood looking at him for another moment and then he kissed me before he turned away from me.
My building was very lonely and quiet at that hour, but then I suppose that most buildings are lonely and quiet at that hour. When I got into my apartment, I pulled my clothes off and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror that I had already brought there.
I had started to bring some of my things down to the apartment each time that I went up to my friend's place or out to my parents' home in Brooklyn, the two places where I had stored things.
When I stood naked in front of the mirror, I said, "Diana, you're a beautiful girl! Why can't you find the right sort of fella who would treat you nice?"
Running my hand down my body, the answer came to me and I looked away from the mirror as I said, "Because I'm doing it all wrong! I'm finding the wrong sort of men!"
By the time that my fingers had brushed over my pussy lips, I could feel the warmth and the moisture that had been left there by the black cock that had been fucking me.
I was sure that I could still feel the aching strain that his cock had caused as it pulled so hard against the sides of my pussy slit.
Pressing my finger into my cunt, I could feel the mingled moisture that was inside of the pussy lips. I brought it up to my lips, knowing that it was a combination of my own pussy juice with the cock cream of the black cabdriver who had fucked me.
Sliding my wet finger across my lips, I could feel and taste the delicious moisture and then I knew that I had to frig myself.
That was the really crazy part. I had just enjoyed the thick black prong that had rammed and slammed at my cunt and I was going to finger-fuck my pussy because I was feeling hot again.
It was as if I would never find any satisfaction. I was going to continue to get hot and to need more and more cocks shoved inside of me. With the fire in my cunt, I soon forgot about the questions I had been asking myself in the mirror.
I was sprawled out on the sleeping bag, rubbing my fingers up and down around my pussy and wishing I had the black stud again.
CHAPTER SIX
The next few days got so busy that I didn't have time for my usual quest to get fucked.
On days like that I really come to appreciate the skill that I've developed at frigging my own pussy. Masturbating sometimes becomes so pleasurable that I wonder why I ever bother with anything else at all.
It's so simple for me to lie back on my bed or to get into the water of the bathtub and to' spread my legs, pressing my fingers between the warm folds of wrinkled flesh and rubbing up and down until I feel the passion rising inside my body.
And yet, after I've gone on like that for a few days, I can feel the tension that is building in my body and I know that when I am masturbating I am thinking about the man that I would like to have inside of me.
By the time that I reach that point I know that I cannot go on much longer without having a man inside of me! But, when I was so busy with moving the furniture into my apartment and getting set up, I was happy that I could just take out five minutes to frig myself.
As soon as I had finished moving into my apartment I was ready to begin my job. Since I had been trained in piano and composition and there was no great demand for another pianist in New York City at that time, I had found a job as a keypunch operator for a bank. The only advantage of that job was that I worked evening hours.
My friend, Carla, who was an aspiring writer, had gotten me the job there since she had been working there for almost a year.
The first night that we were there I was telling her about Bobby Ray's, the bar that had become my second home, and Carla was anxious to go there.
"Actually it's Monday night and I know that Bobby and Paul, my two regular bartenders, aren't on duty on Monday nights. But we might as well go there, anyway."
Carla chuckled and said, "Oh, we can always find something to suit us!"
I always enjoyed being around Carla. Perhaps I painted the picture of my relationship with society a little too bleakly in preceding chapters. I said that I had a problem because I was considered a slut by all the nice girls who were always around in school.
But Carla was different. She wasn't a nice girl either. In fact, we always considered that it was a contest between us to see which one of us was trashier than the other one.
She was quite a bit shorter than I and she had a fabulously well-rounded ass which she accented by always wearing clothes that would cling to her figure. She would also leave lots of buttons open on her blouse so that everyone knew just what her boobs looked like.
Her black hair and black eyes were very striking in a Mediterranean way. And she was fond of saying, "It pays to advertise."
And yet for all of her trashy ways, men were always falling in love with Carla. That was the main way in which the two of us differed. She could have had any of a dozen lovers, but she had turned them all down.
She had gone off at one time with a handsome stud to Florida and when she felt that he was getting too possessive and jealous, she dumped him. Although I hate to sound like I'm always complaining about things, I never get anyone who wants to possess me!
While I had been in California, Carla had appeared in a men's magazine doing a nude layout. It had been amusing to me. I knew that she had a fabulous body, but none of the men who got the magazine knew that Carla was so short in real life.
Therefore, while Carla was perfectly proportioned for her size and had fabulous tits for such a petite girl, the magazine made her look like an Amazon with enormous boobs that would have reached half-way across a room.
Since she had been so kind to get me the job with the bank, I stopped off at a place where they would put pictures on tee shirts and I had one of her nude shots put onto a pretty pink tee shirt, knowing that that would show up her sexy tan flesh.
When I gave her that surprise gift, she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Oh, Diana! Now we must go to the bar tonight. I have to show off this shirt!"
We walked into the bar and she had her other blouse half buttoned over the tee shirt so that everyone could see her face, but could not see the rest of the picture on her breasts.
"Like I said, this is the night off for Bobby and Paul."
"It looks like there are other interesting men here in the bar," Carla said, looking around.
"You never miss one of them, do you, Carla?" I said, sipping my white wine.
"I miss plenty of them, dear. Remember, I am more selective than you are!" she chuckled.
Looking across the bar I saw that Paul, the handsome bartender with the short blonde hair and the gap between his teeth, was standing with a group of people on the other side of the place.
"What do you think of that one?" I asked my friend, pointing to Paul who was wearing a red headband.
"Maybe," she said, tossing her black hair to the side. "But, maybe not!"
Just then I felt a pair of hands reaching around my body and cupping my rounded breasts. As I turned to face the culprit who was kneading the luscious mounds of flesh, I saw that Bobby was standing there right next to me.
"I didn't know that you'd be here tonight," I said to him, more than a little surprised. "I figured I'd drop by and see how the bar was making out without me!" he said with a friendly smile.
"This is my friend, Carla," I said. "Carla, show Bobby what I gave you."
The large breasted girl did not hesitate to pull the buttons of her blouse open so that he could see the nude shot of her that was right across her fabulous tits.
"That looks real nice!" Bobby said as he ran his hand down across my ass cheeks.
As the evening progressed, Carla and I got higher and higher. Aside from the drinks that we kept on drinking, often paid for by friendly gents who were nearby, we went up to the balcony of the bar and discovered that groups of people were smoking dope up there.
Paul had also decided to come visit the bar for the evening, despite the fact that it was his night off and he offered to share a joint with us.
As the three of us were smoking, I could see that Paul was moving closer and closer to Carla. I noticed that Carla did not seem to be objecting to that at all.
When Paul excused himself to go down to the bathroom, I looked at my friend and said, "Are you interested in Paul? Would you like to make it with him?"
Carla had a charming and girlish way of smiling and giggling. It was insane that she would react that way to sexual things when she was so sexually experienced herself.
I looked over the balcony and saw that Paul was coming out of the bathroom. But he was not coming back up the steps and I wondered if he had forgotten about us or if he just decided that there was no future in pursuing either of us.
When he was directly beneath me, I called down to him, "Paul, can I ask you about something?"
He came half-way up the steps and I said, "Didn't you tell me that you worked for that sexy magazine that has all those pictures of naked girls in it?"
"Yeah," he said. "I only wrote two or three articles for them."
"Carla was in that magazine," I said. Then I turned to Carla and said, "Show him your shirt!"
She giggled a little and then pulled open her blouse so that he could see the nude shot of her that was right across her tee shirt. By that time, Paul was sitting down at the table.
"Did you deal with that bastard editor when you did that shot for them?" he was asking.
"I only had to deal with the photographer," she said. "And he was terrific. He had a fabulous way of really getting me in the mood for it!"
"How did you end up doing the nude spread?" Paul asked, his eyes burning right through Carta's clothes.
"I just called up the magazine and told them that I had a terrific set of knockers and that I wanted to pose for their centerfold. It was really very easy."
At that point I slid my chair away from the table and said, "Excuse me, I have to go to the ladies' room!" But as I was leaving the table I winked to Carla so that she would know that I wasn't coming back.
I really did have to go to the restroom because the wine I was drinking had its effect on me. By the time that I came out of the restroom I looked up at the balcony and looked at the table where Carta and Paul had last been sitting.
There was no one in view on the balcony. Then I looked all around the bar. I knew that Carla was slutty, but I knew that she wouldn't have left the bar without saying goodbye to me.
I slowly began to go up the stairs to the balcony. But I was walking so softly that my footsteps were absolutely silent. Then I came to the top of the stairs and I heard Carta's delightful laugh as she was saying, "What if someone comes up here?"
"Don't worry about it, kid," Paul said, pressing his body against hers.
I slipped to the side as Paul kissed Carla. Then I hid behind a bench so that I could have a good view of anything that the two of them did, even though they could not see me.
They were back in the dark corner of the balcony, but my eyes were quickly adjusting to the lack of light as I kept on peering into the corner.
The one thing that was interesting me was what Carla would do with the man. I knew that Carla was always able to entrance the men who swarmed around her, while I was only able to get fucked by them. I needed to know if she did something that was different or if she had a special style about her that the men found so very alluring.
"Can't we go back to your place?" Paul said to Carla as he rubbed his body against hers.
"Well, there's this guy who was my lover once and he's staying on my couch for a few nights since he didn't have anyplace else to stay," Carla answered softly.
I was surprised when I heard that. But, then again, Carla always had so many things going on in her life that it was impossible for me to keep track of them.
Then Paul said, "Darn. I have this really small apartment and I have a friend from out of town staying over there. So, my place is out."
"Well, you work here. Could we do it here? In this bar?" Carla asked.
"Nobody is up here," Paul said, looking around the balcony and not seeing me. "And if anybody came up here I suppose they would have the good taste to go back down when they saw what we were doing."
I was tempted to stand up at that moment and to protest his saying that, but I managed to keep my mouth shut as I kept on watching the scene that was going on.
Then Paul said, "What about your friend, Diana? Could we go to her place?"
"What do you mean?" Carla asked the man as he kept planting kisses on her face.
"Wouldn't you like to have a threesome? You and me and your friend could all get into the sack together!" Paul said with an encouraging glint in his eyes.
"No!" Carla snapped without any hesitation. "I couldn't! Not with Diana."
Something inside of my breast fell to the floor. Actually I hadn't been in a threesome with another woman since my college days when I would always fuck around with Gary and Susan. And yet, there was something about the way that Carla rejected the idea that insulted me.
But then Carla continued, "I just know
Diana too well. She's a friend and I can't go to bed with friends. That's embarrassing."
Somehow that made it seem all right, even though I was still going to be deprived of just as much as I was going to be deprived of back when I was insulted.
"In that case," Paul said in between his kisses. "We'll have to do it right here."
Carla chuckled that sweet laugh that she had and she leaned back on the table that was pushed all the way into the corner of the balcony.
He pushed himself on top of her and as I watched from my hiding place I could see his ass moving up and down as he was grinding his crotch against her body.
I made a mental note of the fact that Paul had suggested a threesome including me. That meant that he was interested in making it with me and therefore there was some chance that he might be alikely candidate at some time in the future.
On that particular night, however, I could see that Carla was going to get the benefit of Paul's masculine sexuality. I could imagine the sensations that were rushing through their bodies as Carla humped her hips up against his body and he pressed his crotch down against hers.
Then he was pushing her skirt up her well-curved legs. Carla was fond of saying that her legs were her best feature and I knew that she was telling the truth.
Soon the skirt was all the way up so that her panties were exposed. I watched as Paul reached his powerful fingers into the clinging waistband of Carta's panties. From the hiding place where I was, it looked like she was wearing beautiful lace panties.
I know that her panties were white and that they contrasted greatly with the deep tan of her flesh and with the dark black pussy hairs that were soon exposed as he tugged the fabric from her well-rounded hips.
Carla seemed to be going wild as she felt the heavy fabric of the man's dungarees pressing down against her pussy patch. Then she was pulling on his pants and finally she was working on the zipper and the belt that he was wearing.
I watched as she pulled the dungarees down Paul's slim hips. Even in the darkness of the balcony I could see the stark whiteness of his jockey shorts as they were revealed.
Then I saw my friend's long and elegant fingers working on the clinging underpants and tugging them off the young man's slim hips.
I strained so that I could see what was locked between them as his shorts came down. But I could not see anything, until Paul rolled over onto the table and my friend, with her skirt up and her panties down, bent down in front of him.
It was quite an exciting view of the scene as I saw her working her lips around the hard cock that was sticking up from the patch of golden pubic hairs that were at his crotch.
Carta's tongue jutted out and slid around the thick pole of the cock. Then she was pressing her face into the tight confines of the man's balls.
At that point I had to press my fingers against my pussy slit. I couldn't stand just watching the scene. I could imagine just what Paul's crotch would smell like.
All day long it had been locked inside of the underpants and with the girl's lips and tongue sliding all over the surface the man would have all of his sexual sweat licked away.
As I watched the scene, Paul was writhing around on the table and moving his body back and forth as he felt the warm and wet tongue moving around on his cock.
Then he pushed the girl's head away from his hard-on and I saw him whispering something into Carta's ear. Although I could not hear what he was whispering, from the hiding place where I was I could see that Carla was smiling and giggling her friendly giggle.
The next thing I knew, Carla was up on the table and Paul was on top of her. He was pressing his cock into her pussy slit and I could see that his muscles were tensed.
As he pressed the cock deeper and deeper into the confines of the girl's twat, I could see that his ass muscles were tightening together.
Then, as I kept on watching, his ass muscles relaxed and I could see that he was pulling his dick out of the hot hole of the girl. Then his ass muscles clasped together again. He was moving fast and really slamming his cock back and forth in the inflamed twat.
As I kept on watching, Carla tossed her shapely legs over the man's powerfully built ass muscles. I silently cursed my friend. I could watch her legs anytime, but I really wanted to have a chance to watch the movement of the powerfully built bartender's ass.
Instead, all I could see were Carta's legs as she pressed her heels down against the bartender's firm ass cheeks. She was pushing him even deeper into her hot hole.
And that was when I had to press my hand firmly against my pussy slit to stop the hot flow of moisture that was steaming out of me. I didn't want to have my orgasm because I was afraid that I would make noise and give away my presence.
But, even though I stopped frigging my cunt and was holding my hand pressed tight against the lips of my twat to suppress the undulating feeling that was starting to well up inside of me, I still burst out in an orgasm.
I bit down on my lower lip to keep from shouting out and calling attention to myself. Then I pressed my legs together. I managed to make the orgasm a disappointingly small one, but at the same time I managed to remain silent so they never knew that I was watching their sex act.
As I continued to look at the two of them, Paul slammed his body roughly into Carta's hot hole. I could see that her legs were pressing down even harder against the cheeks of his ass and that they were both going through the convulsions of orgasm.
His cock was locked deep in her hole and I could imagine that her hole was sucking at his cock.
Finally, the man began to slide his dick out of her inflamed hole and I could hear my friend breathe a sigh of relief. Then I heard Paul say, "Your friend must be wondering what happened to you."
"No!" Carla said, reaching down and pulling up her white lace panties. "She knows what sort of girl I am! I think that she sort of expected this of me!"
Paul laughed as he pulled up his pants. When he pressed his lips against her lips and held her locked in a hot kiss, I used that opportunity to slip to the stairs so that they would never even have a suspicion that I had seen the entire thing.
Along the side of the bar, I saw a girl I knew who was a dancer in a Broadway show. I began to talk to her just as if I had been talking to her all night long.
When Carla came over to me about five minutes later, I looked at her and said, "I was wondering where you disappeared to, Carla."
"I was up there," she said, laughing a little and moving her head to indicate the balcony.
"And?" I said, making a point of the question mark in my statement.
"And it was terrific. Paul fucked me," she said.
My friend had not disappointed me. I knew that she would tell me everything and I was right. I smiled at her and said, "Right here in the bar?"
She nodded and said, "He was really good. He just pushed me back on the table and slammed it into me. But first I sucked on it a little bit."
"Well, I'll have to put that in my file and check him out sometime," I said.
Carla nodded and said, "I think he might be interested in you."
"Really?" I asked, appreciating the fact that she was telling me that bit of information.
"It's really fun to kiss him through the gap in his teeth!" she said with a laugh and a blush.
By the time that Carla and I had left the bar, I was really horny. I had watched her doing it with Paul and I had felt hotter by the time that I had finished frigging myself.
When we were in the cool air of the street, she said, "Sometimes I start to wonder about myself, Diana. If I could I would have sex everyday!"
I looked at her and was silent. Then I began to laugh. It was the combination of the liquor and the pot and the night air that had gone to my head.
"What's so funny?" Carla asked me, smacking me on the arm.
"When you made that statement," I said between bursts of laughter. "I wanted to ask you if you only meant once a day or what!"
"Once a day!" Carla cried out. "Heaven forbid! I need it a lot more than that!"
Then she began to giggle uncontrollably and I looked at her as I said, "What?"
She was shaking her head and she said, "Do you remember when I told you earlier today about the orgy that I attended last week and the fact that I had sex with three different guys while I was there?" Then she laughed even louder.
"Control yourself!" I said to her, although I was laughing also. "Of course I remember your telling me about that. That isn't the sort of thing I would forget."
"Well," she said, coyly. "I was just remembering the night a little more clearly and as I remember it now I actually did it with seven guys in the course of the night."
"Seven!" I cried out. That was even shocking to me.
Carla nodded, meekly, and then said, "The three that I had told you about were really spectacular! The other four weren't bad, but they weren't nearly as memorable as the top three."
The two of us were laughing together after that and we embraced. Then Carla pulled away from me as she saw a taxi riding up the block that still had its light on.
"Thanks for a terrific night!" she said as she started to get into the cab.
As the taxi pulled away from the curb, the street was silent again. I turned and looked at Bobby Ray's and knew that I didn't want to go back into the bar again.
I would feel silly about going into the bar when I had already been there for such a long time without having had any success. Actually I had spent the night paying attention to what
Carla was doing and had not really pursued any man on my own.
Even I knew that it was time for me to go home. I walked around the corner and up to my apartment. As soon as I had the door of my apartment locked, I reached my fingers down to my pussy. I had suppressed my orgasm in the bar because I didn't want to be caught watching the two people having sex and that made me even hotter.
Tossing all of my clothes to the floor, I began to rub my index finger back and forth across the moist and wrinkled flesh of my pussy. Then I pulled apart the cunt lips and worked my finger into the hot hole.
As I flopped down across my bed and began to play with myself, enjoying the heat that was emanating from my inflamed cunt slit, I started to wonder why I even continued on my desperate pursuit for cocks to stuff my pussy.
The previous time that I had gone to the bar I had been fucked by the thick black cock of the taxi driver. Now, there I was, on my bed, not having been fucked by anyone, and frigging my pussy to a delightful orgasm.
After the taxi driver had fucked my pussy, I had been in the same position. Despite the thick prong that had filled me up, I had gone home and had frigged my cunt to try to get some satisfaction. Even the enormously hung black man could not satisfy me enough.
I didn't know why satisfaction was such an elusive thing, but that couldn't concern me when I had a flaming pussy to worry about.
The only thing that was running through my mind was the image of the stud bartender and the way that his powerful ass had looked as he rammed in and out of my friend's pussy.
I knew that I was going to have to find a chance to get fucked by Paul. I also knew that I was waiting until Bobby, the manager, had a free night so that I could get his cock up my hot hole. There were many things that I had to look forward to.
And yet, if I had done all of those things, I still would have been in the same position. The only thing that I would have was a filled pussy. But I needed the filling!
CHAPTER SEVEN
At one time I decided that I would keep a diary of all of the men that I brought back to the apartment. I kept if for two weeks. By the time that I opened the book again and attempted to fill in all of the other men I had been with in the intervening time, I couldn't even remember which days I had been with them and which men it had been.
But there were a million crazy things that happened to me. There were so many men and it seemed like there was so little time for me to get all of them up my pussy.
One night as I was walking along the bar, a man spun around on his barstool and smiled at me. He said, "Your name is Diana. Isn't it?"
"Yes. Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, quickly assessing the good looks and the winning smile of the man who was undressing me with his eyes.
Rather than answering the question, he said, "You're new in the neighborhood."
"I just moved in a little while ago," I said, moving a little closer to him.
Then he continued, "And you want to make your career in music." He didn't say any of these things as questions. Rather, they were concise statements that he made.
"How do you know all of this?" I asked him, examining his face.
That smile of his burst across his face and he said, "Actually, Bobby told me everything."
Even though it had been a trick to get my attention, I moved even closer to the man. I was complimented by the fact that he had gone to the trouble of asking the bartender about me. That told me that he had really been interested in me.
It wasn't too long after that that we went back to my apartment. When he was peeling his clothes off I was in for a very pleasant shock. He had been wearing very loose clothes and that had hidden the fact that he had an amazingly beautiful body.
Even though he was forty, he had a washboard stomach and incredibly defined pectorals. As soon as he was holding me I could feel a warmth rushing in my pussy.
But a little while later, without having fucked me or anything, he was pulling his clothes on and saying, "I really have to get home."
"You're going to leave me like this?" I asked him, still lying naked on the bed.
"I shouldn't have been in the bar that late. I have to be up tomorrow morning," he said, very distracted and not even looking at me.
I wasn't going to bring up the fact that he hadn't fucked me. If he had made some apology about having been too drunk I would have said an appropriate, "Oh. That isn't important!" But as it was, the subject was just not mentioned.
A minute later I was naked and locking the front door of my apartment after him. I spent half of that night frigging my pussy as I thought about the fabulous muscles on the man and how wonderful it would have felt to have had his cock shoving in and out of my body.
There was another night that I spent in the bar where a number of men made passes at me. At one point during that night I had written my name down on a card so that I could give it to a particular man who had asked for it.
As I was standing by the bar with the card in my hand, Bobby Ray came by and grabbed the card away from me. I turned and looked at him as he smiled at me and stuffed the card in his back pocket. I smiled in return.
Then I said, "You know that I'm right around the corner. If you want to come over some night when you're closing up the place, you're welcome to."
"I'll give you a call sometime," he said with a wink as he moved away from me.
That night I went back to the beautiful apartment of a man who only lived about a block away from me. But since we had both stayed in the bar until four in the morning and neither of us were too coherent, I really can't even remember what happened.
Then there was another night that I v as there and I brushed past one of the best looking men I had ever seen. He turned around to look at me and he looked like the kind of man who is always modeling expensive suits in the Sunday newspaper supplements.
"Hello," he said to me, without moving a muscle on his perfect face.
"Hi!" I said, "I'm Diana." Then I took his hand and he held my hand a minute too long.
"You're very cute, Diana," he said in a deep voice that was making my pussy juice flow.
"Thank you," I said. "You're very good looking yourself."
As I moved closer to him I could tell that he really was in his late thirties. But he was the vision of health and I felt certain that in a photograph he could pass for his early twenties.
He was with a whole group of people and the next thing I knew he had bought a round of drinks for all of us and then disappeared to the back of the bar.
While I continued talking to the other people who were there and fought off the advances of a rather drunk older man who was with the group, I looked over and saw that the man of my dreams was sitting on the steps that led up to the balcony.
I excused myself to go to the restroom and when I came out of the toilet I moved slowly toward the stairs. "Hi. What are you doing here?" I asked as I came alongside him.
"I figured that I should act the way that everyone in this bar acts."
Although I never understood just what that remark was supposed to mean I was sufficiently drunk so that I could take it in stride. I sat on the steps next to him and asked, "Is anything wrong? I mean, is there something that's bothering you?"
"Only the fact that I got some good news about a job for tomorrow. As soon as I got the good news I came here and started to drink," he said, laughing into his beer. "I'm really quite a self-destructive person when you come right down to it."
"Don't be," I said, rubbing my fingers along the side of his sculpted face. "It seems like there might be a nice person there that you're destroying."
The two of us left the bar a few minutes earlier. When we were in my apartment and he stripped out of his clothes to reveal his hairy and wonderful body, I found that he kept the rest of himself as well as he had managed to keep his face.
But then he got out of bed and made a call to his answering service. After the call to his service he came back to the bed and began to complain about the message he had just gotten. They had changed the time of the modeling job that he was supposed to go to the following morning and now he had to be up earlier than he had expected.
"Well, worrying about it isn't going to do anything for you," I said, pressing my body against his.
"I won't go on the job. I just won't go!" he insisted, lying there and paying no attention to me.
"Okay," I said. "Don't go if that's what you feel would be the right thing to do."
"I should call my agent right now and complain to him!" he snarled.
"It's four in the morning!" I exclaimed. The thing that I did not add was that I was suffering from an aching pussy that was craving his cock.
"And I'm gonna fuck you!" he said, pressing down on top of me.
Anxiously, I spread my legs and was ready for the thrusting attack of his dick. But he kept remarking about the job the following morning and how concerned he was.
Finally, he asked me to set the alarm for nine in the morning and we both went to sleep. That is to say that he went to sleep. I pressed my body against his and was aching from the throbbing sensation that was deep inside of my pussy.
He had not given me any satisfaction and I thought that I was going to go crazy.
When the alarm rang the following morning, he got up and made a series of phone calls. Then he climbed into bed with me and began to kiss me tenderly.
"This is better," he said. "Now I'm not concerned about the job anymore. I called my agent and told him that I couldn't be there till noon. So we can just enjoy ourselves."
As soon as he had pressed the full length of his dick all the way inside of my cunt, the phone rang. He pulled out of me and went to answer it.
When he came back to bed, after having had an extensive argument in the other room, he said, "That's my agent. He said that I had to do it at eleven."
Angry as he was about that, he began to work his cock into my hot hole once again. As he was pumping his dick in and out of me, the phone rang again.
Getting out of bed to answer it, he spoke on the phone for just one minute and then came back to bed, looking a little pale and upset.
"What happened?" I asked, when he remained silent in the bed.
"They got someone else for the job."
"That's it?" I asked. "You mean, you're not even going to do that job after all."
"It was a three-hundred dollar job. I hope that you're worth three hundred!" he said.
But after that, he just rolled over and went to sleep. He was disturbed about the way that he had managed to lose the good job and he was in no mood for fucking then.
It was almost one in the afternoon when we both woke up and he began to kiss me affectionately. He was rubbing his body on top of mine and I could feel the cock growing thicker and longer. By that time, having anticipated the sex since the previous night, I couldn't wait for the hot fucking that I was expecting.
And he didn't disappoint me. Once he got his cock inside of my cunt, he was really ramming in and out of the hot and moist flesh.
I could feel the thick dick pulling and pushing at the cunt meat and slamming against the different sides of my twat. My heels pressed down against his ass cheeks as I wrapped my legs around his torso and pulled him even more tightly against my body.
As he was slamming his cock in and out of my cunt, he ruined everything by saying just one sentence. Softly he murmured, "You don't like me, do you?"
I froze up when he said that. It's not that it wouldn't have been a valid thing for someone to have said. But he had said it to me numerous times in the course of the night.
The first time that he had accused me of not liking him, I reminded him how handsome he was and how hot I was for him. The second time that he had said that same thing, I had laughed and said, "After all, I did take you home with me!"
But as he was fucking me and I realized that he was still asking for the same reassurance the following afternoon, I grumbled, "You're really working on making that a self-fulfilling prophecy, aren't you?"
The made him silent. He continued fucking me, but some of the vigor was taken out of him.
There was no way that I could have helped having a hot orgasm by the time that he had finished shooting in me. I had been building up toward that orgasm since the previous night and I was not used to saving up my pussy juice for such a long time.
When the handsome model left my apartment, I gave him,my phone number and had very mixed feelings about him. I realized that one of the reasons he probably craved the attention he asked me for and needed the reassurance that I gave him was that he had a lot of people who loved him for his face.
I wasn't entirely sure that I had any higher ideals in my interest for him. And yet I really did feel that I wanted to see him again.
On the other hand, he had proved to be as self-destructive as he had told me that he was. I had to chuckle at the thought of dealing with someone who made me feel well-balanced.
The story did not end there. A few nights later when I was in the bar, I saw that the handsome model was there playing pool. I watched him for a while and then he nodded to me.
I saw that he was sitting next to a very pretty girl after he finished the game of pool, but since I didn't know what his relationship with her might have been, I moved to the seat on the other side of him.
We talked pleasantly, but then I saw that he was rubbing his fingers over the leg of the girl who was on the other side of him. I tensed up. I looked into her face and felt certain that she was not nearly as good looking as I was.
When I moved away from them, I felt a certain hurt inside of me. I knew that I had no right in the world to feel hurt because this man was going to make it with this other woman.
What claim did I have on him? What commitment had I made to him? I hadn't even been sure that I wanted to see him again! But when I had seen him in the bar I felt a passion for him and that passion was thwarted because of the fact that he was going to leave with another woman.
It was at that point that I realized that I had not gone home with any man from that bar more than one time. I suppose that that really made a me a slut. Men didn't even want to sleep with me a second time and I knew that it wasn't because I wasn't hot in bed.
Perhaps being hot in bed is the only thing that I had going for me! I don't know!
That particular night, I looked around the bar and picked out the guy that I thought was the best looking one there. Actually I still felt that my sexy model was the best looking guy, but I chose the second best looking guy.
I made a big play for the other guy and left with him twenty minutes later. I wanted to prove to the stud model that I could get someone else to fuck me and that I didn't need him. The thing was, he probably didn't even care!
* * *
By the time that I reached that point, I realized that I was no longer a new face at Bobby Ray's. Each time I would walk into the bar I would see people that I knew and I would keep finding more than one guy there at any given time who had already fucked me.
Suddenly I was becoming very self-conscious. I kept imagining that the guys would get together and start to talk about me. They would all figure out that they had all fucked my hot pussy and they would start to compare notes.
I knew that I had been hanging around that bar a little too much. There were other singles' bars in New York and I figured that it was time for me to start trying some of the others.
The fact that this one was at my own corner and that I didn't have to worry about leaving alone or about taking a taxi home from the bar, was a great advantage, but apparently that was becoming the only advantage of the place.
I had initially felt that Bobby Ray's was lucky for me because I was always finding hot guys to fuck my pussy. But eventually I wondered whether or not that comprised luck.
There were a few boring nights that I spent. One night I went to a tasteful bar in the Murray Hill section of New York. Everyone there was dressed beautifully. All of the men were in designer suits and all of the women were wearing gorgeous, coordinated outfits. Even though I was wearing nice clothes, I felt under-dressed and sloppy there.
I knew immediately that I did not belong on the East Side of town.
Then I went with my friend, Carla, to a disco. But the sound was so loud there that I couldn't even think. The lights kept on flashing on and off in different colors that were making me dizzy. By the time that I would notice a , guy I thought was good looking I would move closer and the lights would flash on so that I saw he really wasn't.
During all this time, I kept on frigging my pussy and feeling hornier and hornier all the time. I knew that I was going to go crazy if I didn't find a hot cock soon.
But, I didn't want to have to go back to Bobby Ray's because I didn't want to have to face all of the men who had already fucked my hot pussy.
That was when Carla suggested the bars around the docks. I hadn't been aware that there were such places, but Carla knew all sorts of interesting information about New York.
"All of the girls in New York know about the singles bars that are around Second Avenue," Carla said to me. "Those are the nice, respectable places where you can meet account executives and salesmen and people like that."
"Knowing you, you're going to tell me about a place that isn't respectable," I laughed.
"You bet!" Carla winked. "There are a couple of bars all the way over near Eleventh Avenue. They're near the docks and the truck warehouses. The guys who go there are tough and hard-working men with big cocks. And the girls who go there, all go there for one thing alone!" She chuckled a little after she said that.
"In other words, for a girl to walk into one of these bars on that side of town, she is announcing that she wants to get fucked," I said slowly.
"That's right!" Carla snapped. "That's why I love to go there!"
That night after work the two of us took a cab down to the West Twenties where we went to a favorite bar of Carta's. It was a seedy looking establishment that was called Spikes and it was directly across from the deserted and unused portion of the West Side Highway.
As soon as we walked into the roomy place, all of the men were looking at us. It wasn't a very clean bar, but it had a sexy atmosphere. I could feel the warm and close air that told me that people there had sex on their minds.
I watched my friend and noticed the way that she unashamedly gave the eye to a couple of guys. She posed, languidly, on a barstool, and said to me, "I like to be pursued. It turns me on for a guy to be really agressive!"
"Yeah. I know what you mean," I said. But despite my agreement with her, I kept on looking around, anxiously and I was unable to lean back against a stool.
The next hour was very uneventful. I kept on moving around the bar and I kept starting conversations with different guys. But nothing ever came of any of the conversations.
When I would look over at Carla, I would see that she was still at the same stool. There were different men who were flocking around her and she was maintaining her cool and not even moving in response to their presence.
Then, I was leaning against a pillar and I saw that there was a large and hulking man with short-clipped blonde hair and he was leaning against a pillar opposite mine.
He was looking right at me. I could feel his eyes blazing through my clothes and I felt very self-conscious. There was a certain way that eye contact was made in one of these bars, but this man was going well beyond that point with the way that he was staring.
This man looked very powerful and he was wearing clothes that told me that he was a construction worker of some sort. He also had on a leather jacket and a black cap as well as high black boots that came all the way up to his knees.
I looked down at the floor, but when I looked back up at the man he was staring at me in the same way. Then I looked over to the side, but my gaze always kept on returning to the man who was standing directly opposite from me.
Then, when I could no longer pretend to be calm and casual, I looked right at him. Just the meeting of my eyes with his was enough to make my pussy start to cream up.
He had a light and closely trimmed blonde beard and he wore wire rimmed glasses. He looked like a statue the way that he was standing there so strong and tall.
Then he reached out toward me and he grabbed hold of my belt buckle. Since I was wearing slacks and a nice blouse that night, I had on a good belt with a stylish buckle.
Pulling me by the belt buckle, he pulled me right up to him so that my body was pressing against his body. Then in a voice that was the deepest I had ever heard, he said, that's your name?"
The voice was exactly what I would have expected from him. I felt like it was echoing around in the depths of my being. My eyes were caught by his eyes and I said, "Diana."
"My name is Douglas," he said, still staring down into my eyes.
There was a silent pause as he licked his lips and then said, "Where is Diana going tonight?"
I don't know what possessed me to say the next thing that I said. I just found the words coming out of me and I said, "Anywhere you want me to go."
At that point I thought that I almost perceived a little bit of a smile that whisked across Douglas's face. But it still seemed to be just as stony as it had been.
"Do you trust me completely, Diana?" he asked in a slow and reasonable way.
I shook my head. I couldn't tell a lie to him. He was too close to my eyes and he would be able to see everything that I was thinking. But when I shook my head, I saw that he really did smile. It was as though he wanted me to be afraid of him.
But then he said, "You mustn't go home with people you don't trust, Diana."
I remained silent and then he rattled off a list of questions to me. I didn't dare to initiate any of the conversation myself. But he told me things about himself and I told him anything that he wanted to hear in response to his questions.
After a little while, he asked, "Do you trust me now?"
I paused and then I said, "Yes." I still wasn't sure where my answers were coming from.
Douglas grabbed me by the hand and he started to pull me out of the bar. I turned and waved a quick goodbye to Carla, who called out, "Have a good time!"
As I followed Douglas around the corner, we turned onto a street that was lined completely with trucks and was deserted. He pulled me over toward one of the trucks and pressed me hard against it as he rubbed his crotch against my body.
"Is that what you want, babe?" he hissed at me as I felt his stiffening dick against my body.
"Anything that you want!" I whispered softly as I looked into his lines.
"Call me sir when you talk to me!" he snarled in a commanding way.
"Y-yes, sir," I responded in a very soft voice as he reached down and pulled at the front of my slacks. I was looking right and left in fear.
Quickly, he had pulled open the front of the slacks that I was wearing and he was tugging on my panties so that they were sliding down from my well-rounded hips.
When he saw the fear that was in my eyes, he said, "Don't worry about a thing, babe."
"B-but, what if someone comes by?" I asked him, afraid of getting arrested.
"I'll take care of everything!" he said in a soft and powerful voice. "Everything!"
There was something strangely reassuring about the powerful man who wanted to put me in this dangerous position. I couldn't refuse him anything and at the same time I could feel so much passion and pussy juice in my cunt that I wanted him to do anything at all to me.
He had worked my slacks and panties down so that my pussy patch was fully exposed. There I was on a street in New York City! A police car could have turned the corner at any moment and the headlights would have flashed on my reddish snatch!
Douglas could tell that I was still scared and nervous, so he pulled me even closer to the truck. Then he bent me over against the door of the truck.
I looked over my shoulder to see what he was going to do. He was spreading my legs as much as he could, considering that I still had my panties down around my thighs, and he was rubbing his finger up and down along the fur-lined slit of my pussy.
As I kept watching him, I saw that he was pulling his zipper open and taking out his thick cock. I gasped and said, "Here? On the street?"
"Quiet!" he said, slapping my bare ass. "Just shut up and take it."
The head of his hard dick was pressing against my pussy slit and I could feel it pushing apart the supple flesh of my vagina and working its way into my hot hole.
Leaning against the truck in the open like that was making me even hotter!
There had been a few times in the past that I had taken a cock up my pussy when I had been leaning forward like that. But usually when I took a cock from behind I had been able to bend further forward and to take it into me at the correct angle.
Now, since I was trying to hide myself in the shadow of the parked truck and since I did not want to jut my ass up too far right there on the street, the cock was shoving into me at a strange angle and the flared head was scraping against the tender flesh of my pussy.
The powerfully built man managed to work the entire length of his dick all the way up into my hot hole and then I got up on my toes in order to try to relax my cunt lips and the strange angle at which he was slamming into my body.
He started to shove his dick back and forth, in and out of me. I could feel it rubbing hotly against the tender flesh that was inside of my body and the pussy flesh was quickly responding to the movements of his cock.
Then he pushed his dick all the way into me and rubbed it to the right and to the left. I could feel his heavy balls pressing against the smooth flesh of my thighs and I could feel his blonde pubic patch rubbing against the rounded ass cheeks that were exposed.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and stuffed it back into his pants. Then he said, "Pull up your pants and let's go."
He was already swaggering down the street while I was still struggling with my panties and my slacks. When the fabric of my panties pressed against my pussy lips, I could feel the hot moisture that was already collected there.
I rushed quickly to follow the man who was walking down the block to the spot where he had parked his motorcycle. He got on the bike and said, "Grab my waist."
As I was slowly getting onto the bike behind him, I said, "Is this safe? Shouldn't I be wearing a helmet? I mean, isn't there a law about having a helmet when. . . "
"If you don't want to come with me, you don't have to!" he snapped.
I got silent and then I climbed onto the back of his bike and grabbed onto his body. He zoomed off down the streets. The idea of being on a motorcycle in Manhattan was very kinky to me because it seemed like such a dangerous thing considering the congestion of the city.
When we got to his building, he pulled his bike up between two cars and swaggered off. I got off myself and followed him into the building.
He was silent all the way up to the apartment and I felt a strange fear rushing through me. I really wasn't sure any longer that I trusted this man completely.
Douglas was very powerful and he could have hurt me in many different ways. He had already proven that he was brutal and I wasn't at all sure just how brutal he was.
But, we were on our way to his apartment and my cunt was so hot and juicy that I knew
I could not turn away from the opportunity of making it with him.
As soon as he had the door to his apartment shut, he turned to me and snapped, "Get out of your clothes, girl! I want you naked!"
"Yes!" I said, pulling on the blouse and the slacks that I was wearing.
"Sir!" he shouted, correcting my error in a clipped voice.
"Yes, sir," I said as I peeled my panties down my legs and stood naked in front of him.
"Now you may take off my boots!" he said as he sat down in a big chair.
I started to struggle with his boots and I was pulling at them without any success. Then he said, "Put one hand behind the heel and one hand on the toe. Then pull!"
When I tried this, I made just a little bit of headway, so he grabbed my hips in his powerful hands and pulled me so that my ass was facing him and his foot was between my legs. "Now do it again, girl! And do it right!" he sneered.
As I was pulling on his motorcycle boot, his other filthy boot pressed down against my ass cheeks for leverage. As the first boot slipped off, I went toppling forward.
. .hen I lifted myself up and began to work on his second boot. Again I could feel his other foot pressing against the cheeks of my ass, but since the first boot was already off it was only the foot with the sock on it that was pushing at me.
I fell to the floor again and when I looked up, he was pressing his filthy foot down against my face as he said, "Take my sock off, girl!"
"Wh-why?" I asked, pulling away from him. "Why should I do that?"
"You want to get fucked, don't you?" he asked, coyly. "If you want to get my cock up your pussy, you will follow my instructions precisely!"
I paused and then his foot was rubbing back and forth on my face as he said, "You may pull my socks off now. But I want you to use your teeth to do it."
It was not easy to grasp at the white socks with my teeth. As I worked at pulling on the thick and smelly fabric, I was getting nauseous.
But I knew that I had to do it. There was an aching in my pussy and I wanted to have that cock stuffing my cunt. I had to do whatever he told me to do, even if it meant sliding his socks off with my teeth as if I were his pet.
His bare feet were right in my face as he said, "Lick them clean! Then I'll see if you deserve my cock!" He laughed a deep and cruel laugh.
My tongue slid all around his big toe and then it pressed into the gaps between his toes and tried to clean out the sweaty areas completely.
I was so anxious to get fucked that I had to do all of that. Then I took his big toe between my teeth and I started to suck on the thick slab of flesh.
Pressing my teeth tightly against the toe, I rubbed my teeth from side to side and heard the hulking man sigh softly. That thrilled me. Knowing that I was able to send a thrill through his body was enough to get me very excited.
Then he started to pull down his pants and to toss off his leather jacket. He pulled up his tee shirt as well and then he was naked, revealing his massive and hairy body to me.
"Suck my dick!" he said in a mean way.
"Yes, sir," I said as an automatic reaction to his command.
I opened my mouth wide and I took the cock head between my lips. Then I slid . forward so that the entire cock was rubbing along the length of my tongue.
His powerful hand pressed against the back of my head and he would not let me pull my head up from his rammer. It was choking me, but he didn't seem to care about that.
Then he pushed me back on the floor and tossed my legs up in the air as he said, "Do you want to get fucked by my thick cock?"
"Yes!" I cried out, pulling anxiously at my own moist pussy flesh.
"Tell me how bad you want it!" he commanded as if he were a master sergeant.
"I want it so bad that I hurt!" I said, not knowing what else to say.
He was sliding his big fist back and forth along the length of his hard-on as he said, "If that's the best you can do, I might as well shoot my load jerking off!"
"No!" I said, reaching up and pressing my hand against his cock head.
Slapping my hand away from his dick, he said, "Beg for it! If you want my cock you can beg for it! And if you don't beg me good enough, then you won't get it!"
"Please!" I pleaded, with a whimper in my voice. "I need that cock in my pussy. I'm begging you to fuck my hot pussy with that big dick!"
"Beg me some more! Beg for your pleasure!" he commanded.
"I'm begging you! Please! Please fuck my pussy! I would do anything for you if you would shove that thick cock up my hot pussy!" I cried out.
"Yeah?" he asked with a wry smile on his face. Then he pressed his cock head against the tight slit of my cunt and he began to work his prong into my hot hole.
The pussy flesh was parting and the cock was sliding into me as he worked his way deeper and deeper against the hot and moist cunt meat.
Once he was all the way inside of my pussy, he started to fuck me. Under my back I could feel the scratchy surface of the living room carpet, but I didn't care.
The only thing that mattered at that moment was the fact that I had the cock inside of me.
As he continued to fuck my cunt, the door to the apartment opened. I was aware of the fact that someone was walking into the place.
When I looked to the side I saw a woman's legs walking right beside me. The man who was shoving his dick in and out of my cunt seemed completely oblivious to the woman.
She went directly into the bedroom and ignored the two of us on the living room floor.
Douglas kept on ramming his dick in and out of my hot hole and then he slammed in very hard and I could feel the base of his hard-on expanding out and sending a load of gism up toward the head of his thick prong.
Then he was shooting load after load of flaming cock juice up into the confines of my vagina and my pussy was responding by tightening around the thick dick and spasming with moist and wild vibrations that were sucking the juice from the man.
He pulled his cock out of my cunt and, just as when we were in the bar, I was too intimidated to speak. I just looked at him and he knew that it was up to him to say something.
But, I was not prepared for what he said to me. Looking me over, he said, "Get dressed and go home now, girl."
"Wh-what?" I asked him as he stood up over me.
He tossed my clothes at me and said, "You heard me."
"B-but, it's the middle of the night!" I said as I remained motionless.
"Are you gonna make trouble?" he snapped, spinning toward me. "I want you to leave."
Slowly, I began to get dressed. Then he pointed to the bedroom and said, "There's nowhere for you to sleep. My wife is in that room and we only have the one bed."
"Your wife?" I asked, more than a little stunned by that revelation.
"She knows that I have a hot cock and that I like to try out new pussies," he said in a very matter-of-fact tone. Then he stood there waiting for me to finish dressing.
After the information that I had heard about his wife, I no longer hesitated in dressing. I just wanted to get out of the place as fast as I could.
It was very awkward as the naked man led me to the door. That is, I felt awkward. I'm sure that he didn't feel awkward at all. I turned to him and said, "Good night."
Douglas just nodded to me and then shut the door in my face.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I just feel that I'm so damn trashy!" I cried out to my friend, Carla.
"So?" she said, shrugging her shoulders as she took a bite from her turkey sandwich.
"How can you react like that?" I asked her, sinking down into the chair next to hers. "I don't want to be a trashy girl! I don't want to have a reputation as a girl who'll do anything to get her pussy stuffed with cock!"
"Then don't," she said to me in a flat and calm tone.
"How come you're always able to remain so calm about things?" I asked her in defeat.
"Diana, what is there to get upset about?" she asked me.
I paused before saying, "I want a lover. I want some affection in my life and I don't know where the hell I can go to find it."
"If it happens that would be wonderful for you," Carla said. "But in the meantime you can't make yourself miserable because it hasn't happened."
"And I don't want to always be known as a trashy girl!" I added quickly.
"So," she said. "That's simple. Just stop spreading your legs for every guy who comes along."
"But, Carla," I moaned. "You know that isn't as easy as it sounds!"
"You have two choices right now," she said. "You can either stay horny and maintain a reputation as a good girl, or you can enjoy yourself."
I stopped and said, "That's funny. I went through those choices in high school and I lost out because I knew that I would have to give in to the passions of my pussy. The same thing happened in college and the same thing even happened in graduate school."
"You would think that you would have learned something by now," Carla said.
"What?" I asked her, my eyes growing wide because of what I had failed to learn.
"You can't fight against yourself," she said to me in a calm voice.
"Fight against myself? What do you mean?" I asked, calming down a little.
She put aside her turkey on white bread and she took a drink of the chocolate soda that she had with her. Then she swallowed and said, "Enjoy yourself. How much time do you get? How can you spend your time worrying" about what other people think of you?"
"But, look at what I don't have!" I cried out. "I don't have a regular man to take care of me. I don't have a family with a husband and...."
"And look at all that you have," she said, taking another sip of her chocolate soda. "You're beautiful and sexy. Imagine if you were ugly and you had a hot pussy! At least like this you're able to get guys to fuck with."
"What happens when I get older? What happens when I'm thirty and forty and guys don't want to fuck me anymore?" I said, almost daring her to answer me.
"Worry about it when the time comes. In the meantime you know that you have your choice of a lot of good looking guys. Why don't you just make the best of it?"
I watched my friend silently eating the rest of the turkey sandwich and I thought about all that she had said to me. My sex life had been filled with fantasies.
There would be times when I would allow my fantasies to run free. Some guy would start to talk to me in a bar and I would immediately be imagining the silver pattern that we would pick out when we got married.
And when that same guy would be leaving my apartment an hour later and would say, "I don't need your phone number, I'll see you around the bar!" I would plummet to the earth as if I had been shot down by flaming arrows.
Perhaps it was time for me to grow up and temper by fantasies. Carla was right. I had to enjoy the sex that was there for the taking.
That night I found that I couldn't sleep. When I looked at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning, I knew that the bar down the block was still open and that I could always find some sort of company there.
Pulling on some clothes I went down the deathly quiet street and rounded the corner. When I pushed the door open and entered Bobby Ray's I saw that it was nearly deserted.
Bobby came up to the bar and smiled at me as I sat on a stool. His hand ran up and down my arm as he said, "It's been a long time and I've been thinking about you."
"Have you?" I asked, the smile stretching across my face.
"You bet!" he said. "Where have you been all this time?"
I didn't want to go into the story of my personal revelations. I just said, "I was very busy and I kept finding that I was too tired to go out to the bar."
"Really?" he asked as he poured the white wine into the glass.
Since I hadn't even asked for my drink yet, I smiled at him and said, "I see that you can remember what my usual is!"
"Honey, you can come into this bar and just tell me to give me your usual!"
When he pushed my drink toward me, I pressed my fingers down on his wrist and said, "When I come in here and tell you to give me my usual, I expect you to push me over the bar and to fuck the hell out of my pussy!"
"Oh, baby, you're on!" he said, gazing at me with his big, dark eyes.
"For when?" I asked him. I no longer cared if anyone called me trashy. I had a hot pussy and I was anxious to get it filled. My friend had been right in her advice. That was the important thing in the world! Getting the pleasure that I wanted to have!
With a little chuckle in the back of his throat, he said, "I close up the bar in an hour. Are you planning to do anything else at four in the morning?"
"I'll be here waiting for you," I said, as I leaned back on the barstool.
As the bar emptied out, I. waited for Bobby up on the balcony. Paul was also working behind the bar and he kept looking up at the balcony and staring at me.
I would have gladly taken on both of the bartenders right then and there. But Bobby opted for his power as manager and kicked Paul out of the place as he locked the door.
He let down the bamboo shades that covered the front windows and then he lowered the light so that only a needed bit of it still flickered on.
I was still sitting up on the balcony, nursing my third glass of wine and staring down at Bobby. Then he walked up the steps toward me and stood there for a moment, rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants as he said, "Where do you want it?"
"Up my pussy," I said, in a flat tone as I looked right into his eyes.
He laughed and said, "We have the whole bar to choose from. Consider the fantasies that you can play out."
I smiled and stood up from the table as I said, "Okay! Let's start playing!"
A second later and he was standing right next to me, pressing the front of his body against the front of my body. I could feel the thick bulge that was locked up in the front of his pants and his hands were running all over my body.
Then he pushed me quickly back against the table and began to strip off my clothes. He tugged my blouse off and then pulled down my pants as he anxiously ripped at the fabric. Then, when he was peeling the panties from my well-rounded hips, he revealed my delicate, wispy pussy patch in all its glory and lightly brushed his fingers over my cunt lips.
"I knew that your hole would be just as sweet as this," he said as he pressed his finger into my slit.
Arching my hips up from the table, thrilled at the sexual contact of his finger. Then I started to work on his pants and pulled them right down from his slim hips.
When his cock sprang out to freedom, its size surprised me. As stated before, Bobby Ray was not a big guy, but the size of his cock would have been appropriate for a larger man.
As I was busy running my fingers up and down along the thick prong of his dick, he was pulling off his boots and then taking his pants down his legs. He tossed off his shirt and was soon as naked as I was.
Then he landed on top of me with so much force that I was sure that he was going to crack right through the table and send us both smashing to the floor.
But he simply managed to rub back and forth against my pussy patch, pressing his hard cock down against the furry fringe that was around my cunt.
His powerful hands were soon rubbing up and down along the flesh on the inside of my thighs and he was pulling my legs wide apart. Then his cock was pressing against the tight slit that was his ultimate target and goal.
Working his thickly flared cock head into the hot opening of my pussy, he was pushing the wrinkled flesh of my cunt lips to the right and to the left. Then his cock head was firmly lodged inside of the confines of my cunt.
Pressing his dick forward into my vagina, he managed to slam the entire length of it into my hot hole. I shuddered as he pushed down so hard that he sent me moving across the table top. But he pressed down against me and held me tight for a moment.
Then he started to pull his cock out of my hot hole and I could feel the gooseflesh that was forming all over the back of my neck and along my arms and legs.
As the thick shaft of his cock was pulling at the moist interior flesh of my cunt I could feel it sending thrills up through the rest of my body.
Then his cock was moving in and out of my pussy. I could feel the hot thrill and the cold sensations that were mingling together in my pussy flesh.
As his cock moved swiftly back and forth in the vagina, I could feel my pussy flesh moving as well. His hard-on was pushing against the delicate flesh of the cunt and parting the walls of the twat with the powerful force behind it.
Then when it pulled back out of my hole, I could feel the flesh deep inside of my cunt as it clasped shut again and tightened in preparation for the next thrust of the dick.
Moving back and forth in my hot hole, the cock was driving me wild with passion. Soon, I spread my legs even wider so that I could raise my hips up and try to get even more of the fabulous cock shoved deep inside of my body.
With my legs spread very wide, I then tossed my legs around the man's body and my bare feet were pressing in against his powerful piston-like ass.
The firm muscles in his ass cheeks and the powerful muscles in his thighs were catapulting his dick in and out of my tender twat with the speed of a rocket.
When my feet were pressing down against his ass cheeks, that pressure was pushing his cock even deeper into my cunt. I could feel the hairy and wrinkled flesh of his undulating ball sacs each time that he pushed forward into me.
Then his black cock hairs were pressing down and scratching against my own reddish pussy hairs. He pushed his dick all the way into me and I could feel the contact between the two patches of hair and the tickling sensation that went along with that.
With my feet against his powerful ass cheeks I could feel every movement that he was making. Each time that he pushed his dick into my pussy, his ass cheeks clenched together and there was a hollow on either side of his body, right behind his hips.
Then he would relax and his ass cheeks would relax as well. In that way, his thighs and ass were acting like a motor that was giving the force to the cock that was ripping at the delicate flesh all the way inside of my pussy.
With my legs around his body, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said, "Hold on tight. We're gonna take a little trip."
I looked around and down. We were up on the balcony and for a moment I had the impression that we were so near to the edge of the railing that he was going to drop me over.
But then I knew that it was ridiculous! He had his cock stuffed all the way inside of my cunt. He couldn't toss me off the balcony unless he also went over the edge.
Then he began to walk away from the railing. I clutched my arms around his back and my long fingers were digging into his hairy flesh in an effort not to be dropped.
Bobby was really showing a good deal of talent with his cock since he was managing to walk along while his dick was stuffed all the way up my pussy and my feet were pressing into his ass.
We were attached in that strange way and there was something very erotic about it.
I was amazed that he actually managed to walk down the stairs with his cock still up inside of my cunt. I clutched onto him even more tightly and I could feel the perspiration that was forming on his back from the contact with me.
Once he had managed to get us down the stairs to the main area of the bar, he looked into my face and said, "Where do you want to do it?"
"Where? Everywhere!" I said with a broad smile on my face.
"Okay!" he said, nodding his head. "Where do you want the first one!"
"First one?" I asked.
"Sure!" he said. "You don't think that I'm just gonna fuck a sweet pussy like yours one time! And if you do think that I'm here to correct that notion right now!"
"Let's start on the pool table!" I said. I had a big cock in my pussy and I was still feeling horny. Even though he was inside of me, I wanted to feel the fucking!
He pressed me down on the pool table. He did not get down on top of me. I was on my back and he peeled my legs from around his waist.
Tossing my legs up over my shoulders, his cock was still inside of my pussy even though I was lying on my back on the pool table and he was standing up next to it.
He began to work his dick in and out of my pussy in that position. Because he was standing up and I was lying down, his cock was pressed at an odd angle.
Because his cock was pressing up so hard against the front of my pussy, it was rubbing back and forth with so much power over my clitoris that I thought I was going to pass out.
Since my clit is very close to the opening of my pussy and it is so easily aroused I have always been a girl who enjoyed getting fucked a great deal. But the position that Bobby was using on me was taking that one step further.
I could feel the sweat that was standing out on my forehead as I was taking the cock in and out of my cunt and feeling the vicious slamming against my clit.
"You want me to cum?" he asked as he slid back and forth.
"No!" I cried out. "I don't want it to end!"
"Who said anything about having it end?" he asked. "I just want to know if I should shoot in your pussy!"
"Yes!" I screamed out and as I said that, I felt the cock head expanding out and shooting the first load of gism into my hot cunt slit.
But it was an unusual way that he started to shoot into me. Usually a guy will slam all the way into my body before he starts to shoot his load, but Bobby just had the head of his hard-on at the lips of my cunt as he began to explode in a hot orgasm.
I screamed out in a hysterical way and I'm not really sure why I screamed unless it was just that I didn't want to miss feeling the dick all the way up my cunt.
In the midst of shooting that first wad of gism up my hot pussy slit, he shoved his cock all the way into my body and I could feel the trail of flaming cock juice against the moist and supple flesh of my vagina.
His cock was all the way inside of my cunt and it was still playfully moving back and forth against the delicate flesh of my pussy as
I felt it shooting out load after load of hot cum up into the confines of my vagina.
The first burst of gism into my pussy had been something special. I don't know how much Bobby planned and how much had just happened. But he managed to shoot his load directly against the hot and excited clit that was right at the opening of my pussy.
After that happened, I was completely out of control. I could feel the flesh of my vagina collapsing around the invading cock and grasping it firmly.
The moist pussy flesh was trying to hold onto the thick cock and it was unable to clutch the sliding joint that kept on ramming and taunting the delicate flesh inside my twat.
"What's the matter?" he asked, with a laugh. "I thought that you wanted to keep getting fucked on and on!"
"It's so. , . It's so ... I'm completely out of control!" I answered, panting out one word at a time.
"Good!" he laughed. "That's the way you should be."
By the time that both of us had finished cumming, my pussy flesh felt like there were burning cinders pressed deep against the moist surface.
His cock was still stuffed all the way inside of me and it gave no sign of softening in the tight confines of my pussy. Then he reached down and grabbed me by the shoulders.
I was dazed as I said, "Wh-what? Bobby, what now?"
Keeping his hard dick all the way inside of my cunt, he was holding me in his arms as my ass cheeks were resting against the side of the pool table.
"Where do you want the next round?" he asked me in a matter-of-fact voice.
I smiled. That was all that I needed to hear to feel the life surging back into me.
"How long do you intend to keep on fucking me?" I asked him.
"Are you complaining?" he asked me, tilting his head to one side.
I shook my head and said, "I just want to know whether I should cancel any appointments."
He began to laugh and said, "Three times is usually enough to hold me for a night!"
Nodding my head I said, "Maybe tonight you can make it four!"
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm gonna pick you up again," Bobby Ray said to me, as he wrapped his arms around my body.
When he said that, I tossed my legs around his ass and clutched onto his back again, just as I had done the previous time when he had carried me to the pool table.
It was thrilling. His cock was stuffed all the way inside my cunt and the two of us were firmly locked together as he carried me.
This time I didn't feel any trepidations in his powerful arms. If he had managed to keep his stiff dick in my pussy while carrying me down the stairs, he could certainly manage me right there at the bar as he walked along.
"How about on top of the bar?" he asked me with a wicked smile on his face.
It wasn't easy to coordinate. It had actually become a challenge for the two of us to move around without his cock ever leaving my pussy. I stepped up onto the footrest of the bar as he lifted me a little bit off the floor.
Soon I was on top of the bar and he was on top of me. Since he was lying flat on top of me, his cock was in my pussy at a completely different angle from the one that he had used when he had been standing next to the pool table and I was lying on it.
He pressed his dick all the way into me and rubbed back and forth so that his pubic hair crackled against my pussy hair once more.
Then he began to ram his cock in and out of my hot cunt. His powerful, hairy chest was crushing down my breasts and I began to run my hands up and down the tattoos that were on his arms.
Somehow the presence of the tattoos made the muscular arms look even stronger. On his left arm there was a bull that represented his astrological sign and on his right arm there was a silly little cartoon character.
That tattoo on the right arm was intriguing because it made me start to wonder what nonsensical escapade it represented. But there was little time for me to be concerned about that as the cock kept on ramming in and out of my pussy.
This time it was his flared cock head that was rubbing against the delicate flesh around my clit and causing wild excitement to rush up and down through my body.
I was actually wriggling around on top of the bar and I could feel the cock that was sending such wild chills through me.
Looking up at Bobby's face, he pressed his lips down against mine. His mouth was already opened and I opened my mouth. I could feel his black moustache against my lips and I could feel his thick and coarse tongue as it was rubbing against my tongue.
Our two tongues were soon playing together and were locked in a hot combination. Then he pushed my tongue back into my mouth and began to flick his tongue back and forth.
This playful movement was even more exciting because he was flicking his tongue across my tongue at the same tempo that he was fucking my hot pussy.
As I felt the satisfying thrills of the fucking, I was already looking around the place and trying to determine where we would fuck next.
Then he slammed his cock all the way into my hot hole and I could feel the gism that was splashing in against my delicate flesh and causing my pussy to react in another series of spasms that were even more powerful than the first.
Slowly, the sweaty bartender began to slide his cock out of my hot hole. When it pulled free I sighed with relief, but I felt a strange disappointment as if I were being deprived of something that I needed. I knew that that was exactly what had happened.
He jumped off the bar and reached up to help me as he said, "I think that we need a rest."
I got off the bar also and then he walked around to the back of the bar, still naked, and said, "Drinks are on the house for this crowd."
"That's an offer that I can't refuse!" I said as I leaned against the bar.
He took the big bottle of white wine and looked at me as he said, "This is the way that I imagined us being every time that I poured you a glass of white wine."
"Naked?" I asked, as I watched him pouring my wine.
Nodding his head, he asked, "Would you like me to stir your drink, ma'am?"
"Stir my drink?" I asked with a laugh. "It's only wine!"
He brought the drink down to the level of his cock and then he splashed his long dong around in the chilly liquid. As he handed me the glass I smiled and brought it to my lips.
"I could use a little of that too," he said.
"A little?" I asked, not sure what he meant or what he was referring to.
"Your lips look so good," he said, taking my hand.
I got off the barstool and walked along the side of the bar. Then I went around to the inside of the bar where he was. There, surrounded by the bottles and glasses and the ice machine, I fell to my knees and faced his dick.
There was a wooden mat on the floor that allowed spilled things to spill right through. My knees were pressed down against the wood as I brought my lips to the bartender's thick tool.
My lips were soon pressing down against the very base of his cock. I could feel his hairy balls rubbing against my chin and I could feel the thick base pulling my lips apart.
Then I pulled away from his dick and said, "I have to use the restroom. Excuse me."
I went into one of the back toilets and I locked the door. It was strange. I had used this room so often, but this was the first time that
I had ever come into it naked. I also wondered why I had even bothered to lock the door since Bobby and I were the only people who were there in the locked up bar.
When I was just finishing up in the toilet and washing my hands, I heard a noise at the door and I heard the handle turning. I was filled with a sudden fear. I was naked.
"Bobby?" I called out. "Is that you, Bobby?"
The door opened wide and Bobby was standing there holding the key to the door lock in one hand and holding his cock in the other hand.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked, smiling in relief.
He slammed the door shut and said, "Imagine that you went to use the toilet and the manager of the place, who had a key to the toilet lock, managed to get in and keep you in there. He had already pulled all your clothes off and he was going to fuck you right there by the toilet bowl and sink!"
Simply listening to him talk was all that I needed to make my pussy lips burn with passion. I reached down to rub my cunt and said, "I guess that I'm not good at playing out a rape fantasy. But I can try, if you want me to."
"Why aren't you good at rape fantasies?" he asked as he pressed his body against mine.
"I have a hard time pretending that I don't want it!" I said, as I felt him pushing me down onto the seat of the toilet and pressing his body on top of me.
"Come on!" he said, pulling my body up and trying to figure out what position we should use for fucking in this confined area. Then Bobby grasped my rounded hips in his large and hot hands. He spun me around so that I was facing the toilet and then he pushed me forward so that I was bent at the waist.
His finger brushed up against the furry slit that was between my thighs. I spread my thighs wide apart so that he could really press into me.
Then he plucked his finger out of my hole and I could feel something much thicker that was pushing against the supple and spongy flesh of my cunt.
Even though I had already had two orgasms in succession, I was steaming hot and I really craved having the dick shoved into my slit. I could feel the thick cock head jutting in and slipping through the tight opening. Then I could feel the shaft of the dick sliding the rest of the distance into the hot hole.
My pussy flesh was so well lubricated with all of the pussy juice and cock cream that had spilled in it during the last two fuckings that it was a simple matter for Bobby to push his dick all the way into my inflamed hole.
The head of his cock slammed up and seemed to be leaving an indentation against some vital organs inside of me and his balls were slapping against my cunt lips.
He began to pull his cock head slowly out of my hot slit and I could feel the thrill of the flesh that was standing on end. It felt like all of my pussy hairs were frizzing out.
Then he started to fuck me very slow and easy. It was thrilling. When he pushed all the way into my pussy I could feel his balls swinging and slapping against me. I was surprised that his testicles weren't already numb from the number of times that he had fucked me.
But his cock was as rigid as ever and my pussy slit was as hot as ever as he moved in and out at a steady pace. I was panting. I wanted more. I needed more.
And I am certain that Bobby knew the way I felt. In a quiet voice, he said, "Do you still want to get fucked even after all the fucking we did?"
"Yes!" I cried out, hoarsely, as I looked over my shoulder at the man.
"In that case I'm really gonna fuck you!" he cried out.
He began to slam it into me with so much vigor and wild abandon that it was as if he had not fucked me before. He had to grab onto my hips with his hands because he was pushing so hard against my body and he wanted to hold me in place.
I could feel his cock all over my body. It is one thing to simply feel a cock in my pussy. But in the case of this fucking session, I could feel the cock's movements emanating out and sending thrills to all the different parts of my body.
He just kept fucking me and there were times when I felt like I was floating in time and space. There is no drug that is as effective as a hot fuck in my pussy.
There is no way that I can say how long that fuck lasted. Since we had both already cum twice before neither of us was anxious to reach orgasm. We both wanted to enjoy the sensation of the moist friction as his dick kept on moving inside my pussy.
Then I heard Bobby cry out at the top of his voice and I knew that something was happening. He slammed his cock all the way into me and I could feel his balls rolling up against my thighs.
I knew that his testicles were moving closer to his body to seek refuge as they sent the load of flaming cock juice up the length of his fuck-pole.
A moment later and his cock was shooting gism up my pussy. Bobby's body was frozen in place. He was not moving a muscle and between us nothing was moving except for the wild spasms of his cock inside of my wildly spasming pussy.
It was as if the cock the cunt had taken on lives of their own and they were having a great time together. Bobby and I were both drenched in sweat by the time he pulled out of me.
"Wow!" I said, turning around and putting my arms around him. I licked some of the sweat from his neck and then licked up to the side of his handsome face.
"Hey, babe," Bobby said as he stepped away. "I don't want you to get hung up on me.
I started to laugh and the laugh was loud and raucous. He was just staring at me and finally he said, "What's so fuckin' funny?"
Sitting down on the toilet seat, I shook my head and said, "The one thing that you don't have to worry about is my getting hung up on you or on anybody!"
"What do you mean?" he asked as he sat down naked on the floor across from me.
"Bobby, there's nothing I want more in the world than to have a lover, but. . . " Then I corrected myself by saying, "The only thing that I want more than to find the right man who would love me is to have thick cocks shoving up my pussy all the time."
He laughed a little and I added, "As for finding a guy who would be my lover, I'm a grown up now and I don't have any fantasies about that."
"No fantasies at all?" he asked in a knowing way that only bartenders have.
I paused and then lied, "No! None at all. I just want to have whatever pleasure I can have!"
"Terrific," he said, rubbing his hand on my knee.
I tilted my head and said, "In fact I had even started to get suspicious of your motives. I started to wonder if you weren't flirting with me simply so that you could keep me coming back to this bar and buying more and more booze from you!"
"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked, his black eyebrows raising high.
"I noticed that there are a lot of attractive girls coming into the bar these days," I said.
"Are you saying. . . " he began as he started to stand up from the floor.
I got up from the toilet and put my hand over his mouth as I said, "You've done okay by me, Bobby. That's the only thing that matters."
He kissed me softly on the cheek and then I added, "I used to think that a lot of things were important, but now I'm starting to see that there are problems in life that I simply cannot deal with. The only thing I can deal with is the present!"
"And what do you want in the present?" he asked me as he took my hands.
I reached down for his cock that was dangling down between his legs and I began to play with the soft thing. He laughed and said, "I promised you three times and I did that!"
"But I told you that I would take care of the fourth one!" I said, with a meaningful look.
Leading the handsome and hairy stud by the hand, I brought him toward the bar. Looking around the deserted room I knew that I would have the thrill the next time that I was there, simply knowing all of the things that I had done inside of the bar.
"You want me to get up on the bar?" he asked me.
I nodded and said, "I'll take care of everything from there!"
With a shrug of his shoulders, the handsome bartender climbed onto the bar and got down on his back. I climbed on top of him and began to work on his dick.
It wasn't the easiest thing in the world, since his cock had been drained three separate times, but with the use of my educated mouth and tongue and my talented hands, he began to get another hard-on that amazed even him.
Licking at his balls and slobbering at the sweat that was locked between his legs, I could tell that he was getting increasingly excited.
When his cock was standing perfectly erect, I squatted over the head of the hard dick and I pressed it firmly against the wrinkled lips of my pussy.
He gasped as he felt the cunt lips clasping at his cock head. Then I began to slide down the length of the hard fuck-pole and I could feel it spreading apart the warm cunt flesh.
"Are you always this hot?" the astounded bartender asked as my ass cheeks slammed down against his balls and pressed against the hairy flesh.
I squeezed my pussy lips around the thick shaft of his dick, to give added emphasis as I said, "Yes, Bobby! I am always this hot! And I plan to make the most of it as often as I can with as many men as I can!"
"In that case," he began as he felt my pussy lips sliding up the thick shaft of his hard-on. "I sure hope that you keep on coming into this bar!"
