by Desconhecido
The rest of my trip was pale in comparison, and as I boarded a plane in Dublin that would take me home again, I felt an emptiness that would haunt me for the rest of my days…
… an emptiness where my heart should have been…
… an emptiness softened only by the thought of my Rose of Tralee.
Kaelee… my wild Irish Rose.
A Little Too Eager
Caitlyn and I had just finished shopping at Wal-Mart. We were in the parking lot, loading our purchases in the trunk of the car.
“Excuse me,” a male voice said.
Caitlyn and I looked up to see a tall, fairly good-looking guy in his mid or late twenties coming toward us. He approached us like a salesman, a big smile on his face, sticking out his hand to me. I ignored the offer to shake his hand, being the kind of guy that doesn’t commit to anything without having the details first.
“My name’s Rob,’ he said. He glanced at Caitlyn, then turned his attention back to me. “I’ve got a proposition,” he continued. “If I’m out of line, just let me know and I’ll be on my way.”
“What proposition?” I asked, my voice taking on a wary edge.
“You two are married is my guess,” he said.
“Good guess,” I replied.
“I’ll give you a thousand dollars if I can fuck your wife,” he said.
He made the offer as casually as if he were offering to buy my car.
“Are you out of your mind?” I said.
Caitlyn is a busty blonde. I was used to men ogling her. She was quite the looker. Still, though, this was the first time any man had ever made such an overt gesture toward her, at least in my presence, and my first instinct was to hit him.
That’s what I was about to do when Caitlyn said, “Fifteen hundred.”
I jerked my head in her direction, not believing my ears. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.
“He can fuck me for fifteen hundred dollars. No less.”
“You… hold on…” I looked at Rob. “Excuse us a minute,” I said.
“No problem. I’ll be right over here when you’re ready.”
He walked away, stopping to lean against a car parked several cars down and across from where mine and Caitlyn’s was parked.
“Are you serious?” I asked. “You’d let this dude screw you?”
“For money,” she said.
“You don’t even know him,” I said.
“He’ll have to wear a condom,” she said, smiling.
“That’s not the point. I…”
I didn’t know what else to say.
“You’ve always fantasized about watching me with another man,” she said. “This is the perfect opportunity to do it, and we’ll make a lot of money for it”
“There’s a difference between fantasy and reality. I never said I really wanted another guy to fuck you.”
Her mind was made up. I could have argued with her all day. I could have thrown a fit, I could have refused to go along with the whole arrangement.
In the end, I went along with it because Caitlyn wanted me to.
Rob paid for the motel room. He counted out the fifteen hundred dollars up front and gave it to me. I pulled a chair into one corner of the room, stuffed the cash in my pocket, and sat down to mind my own business.
Caitlyn stood next to the bed, All-American soccer mom, her blonde hair in a ponytail, her T-shirt nearly busting under the weight of her large breasts, her jeans tight over a firm bottom.
Rob took her in his arms and started kissing her. She wasn’t the least bit hesitant, and suddenly I felt a million miles away.
Caitlyn responded to him enthusiastically, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to explore its warmth. Her tongue danced back against his, and then she began to suck on it, bringing it deeper into her mouth.
Rob’s hands slid over her wide hips and found their way to her ass. He squeezed her butt through the jeans, using the leverage to pull her even tighter against him.
They finally broke their kiss. She lifted her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The satiny cups came away, releasing her heavy breasts. They bounced invitingly. Rob liked what he saw.
Caitlyn kicked off her tennis shoes, slid her jeans off, and sat on the edge of the bed, clad now in white socks and pale blue panties.
Rob stood in front of her. He reached for the button of his jeans. Caitlyn beat him to the punch. She undid his jeans, dragged the zipper down, then tugged his underwear down far enough to free his erection.
She leaned up and ran her tongue around the fleshy pink tip. She flicked her tongue against the underside of his thick cock, then she took him in her mouth and brought his cock in an inch at a time, her blue eyes tilted up to watch the look on her face.
That look she has when she is turned on and willing to do anything to please me… only the look was for him.
She dragged his pants down with two hands, keeping his cock in her mouth as she did. He managed to kick off his shoes and remove his jeans and briefs, all while Caitlyn continued to service his cock with her mouth and fingers.
She was eager to please him.
A little too eager.
He took off his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder, then he put his hands on the back of Caitlyn’s head and guided her up and down on his dick. She went deep, taking every inch of him, coming away now and then to lavish his hard shaft with long strokes of her tongue.
She stood up and kissed him, keeping her hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing it hard. She stroked his dick for good measure, then she took off her panties and held them to his face. He inhaled, taking in the scent of Caitlyn’s pussy, obviously appreciating its aphrodisiacal properties.
He laid her back on the bed. She drew her knees back, opening herself to him, dropping one hand between her legs to finger herself.
Rob knelt beside the bed, slid his hands under her ass, and pulled her to him, easing his tongue between the slick pink folds of her vulva, pressing it into the wet heat I knew he’d find.
Caitlyn moaned. Just a little at first, but gradually with more intensity. She pumped her hips, grinding against him.
“Eat me,” she panted.
Caitlyn is normally not verbal during sex, so just the sound of her voice caught me off guard.
“Oooo, I’m coming…” she said.
Suddenly she was panting and gasping, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed, even squealing with delight.
He finished her off, and I thought sure it was over. Caitlyn never goes on after she’s had an orgasm. At least, it’s never happened with me.
She was on her hands and knees, waving her bottom at him as he rolled a condom onto his cock. When he didn’t get it on fast enough, she turned around and rolled it over his cock for him, then she was on her hands and knees again, looking at him over her shoulder.
“Fuck me,” she said, all breathless and eager.
Too eager.
Rob slid his dick deep inside her. He fucked her hard and fast. One hand holding her ponytail, the other holding her by the waist. Her breasts swung back and forth in time with the rhythm of his balls slapping her clit.
Rob groaned as he reached his climax.
Caitlyn came with him.
After Rob left, I asked Caitlyn if I could make love to her. We still had the room, after all, and why let it go to waste?
She agreed with me, and we did make love.
I just wish she’d been as eager for me as she’d been for him.
Long-Distance Love
The phone rang. Karen leaned over to the nightstand, raising an arm over Frank, who was casually sucking one of her nipples. She brought the phone receiver to her ear. “Hello,” she said, and when she heard her husband’s voice on the other end of the line, she sat up and said hello again, this time trying her best to sound composed.
She held a finger to her lips to let Frank know he needed to be discreet.
He smiled at her and went back to work on her nipple. “How’s Chicago?” she said into the receiver. Frank continued working on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it, gently pulling it between his lips.
Karen ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her breast. She spoke into the phone again. “I was just lying in bed,” she said. “Trying to watch TV. How was the meeting today?”
* * * *
Greg sat on the edge of the bed in his hotel room, a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other. He cradled the phone between his shoulder and cheek.
“Boring,” he said. “I made my presentation. Don’t know how it went over, though. The head honchos are half stupid. They have no idea what they want.”
He took a gulp from his drink and set it on the table next to the bed, then he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Anyway, I’ll know more in the morning,” he said. He stuck his cigarette in his mouth and unbuttoned his pants.
* * * *
Frank had his head between Karen’s legs. He licked her pussy, which she’d shaved bare earlier that evening. She could feel every stroke of his tongue.
“I miss you,” she said into the phone.
Frank stuck a finger inside her, moved it in and out, all the while circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. She arched her back, rubbing herself in his face.
* * * *
Greg took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes, pushed his pants to his knees, then sat on the bed and finished removing them.
“You feel all right?” he asked.
* * * *
“Ummm, I’m fine… why?”
She moved her hips up and down on Frank’s tongue. He pushed his hands beneath her ass and pulled her closer.
* * * *
“You sound different, that’s all, like maybe you’re distracted, not all the way in the conversation.”
* * * *
“I guess I’m just a little tired…”
She held the back of Frank’s head, fingers spread wide, holding him in place as he tongued her clit with light, teasing strokes that sent shivers through her belly, all the way up to her nipples.
He went to work on her breasts again, sucking one nipple, fondling the other, back and forth like that between the two.
Karen slid a hand between her legs to finger herself.
Frank came up on his knees, one hand grasping his thick penis. He stroked it, looking into her eyes as he did. She knew what he wanted. She motioned him closer, replacing his hand with hers, stroking him. He placed the purple crown of his cock at her lips. She turned her head slightly, just enough to enable her to reach his cock and still be able to talk into the phone.
“Wanna have phone sex?” she asked her husband. “Pretend you’re here with me now, sliding your big dick into my mouth…”
She opened her mouth as Frank fed his cock to her. She sucked gently, working her tongue around the rim, curling it against the underside.
“Umph…”
* * * *
Greg reached for his drink and slid back on the bed, resting his back against the wall, now wearing only his boxers.
Amber came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders in wet, shiny rings. She let the towel fall from her body and climbed onto the bed, straddling Greg’s knees. He lifted his ass so she could take off his raised his ass so she could take off his boxers.
“Yeah,” Greg said into the phone. “Suck my cock.”
Amber grasped his cock with both hands, leaned down, and slipped her mouth around his cock. She began to pull and tug his thick shaft, sucking his dick deeper as she did. “That feels good, baby… suck it.”
* * * *
Frank pushed his cock to the back of Karen’s throat, causing a slight gag reflex before she was able to recover and start sucking properly.
* * * *
Greg listened to the noises his wife made on the other end of the line, hot and wet, sucking sounds, probably her fingers, or maybe her dildo. She wanted to complete his fantasy for him. She wanted him to believe she was there with him.
He reached down and tangled his fingers in Amber’s soft blonde hair, caressing her scalp as she took more of him into her mouth.
The girl was good, he’d give her that much. It hadn’t taken more than a couple of drinks to get her to come to his room. She was one of those girls that hung around, waiting for the big conventions, looking for some guy to spend money on her. It didn’t matter to her that some of them were married, so long as she got what she wanted in the bargain.
“Ummm, deeper, baby,” he said, gently pushing on the back of her head.
She locked her lips tight around the base of his cock and came up slowly, letting the head of his cock slip from her mouth with a wet smack. She gripped him at the base and watched the expression on his face as she circled his smooth pink knob with her wet, hungry tongue.
* * * *
“I want you to fuck me,” Karen said into the phone, and as she did, she turned over and raised her bottom for Frank.
Frank took up residence behind her, his big hands gripping her fleshy thighs as he pulled her toward him.
“Come on, fuck me,” she panted…
* * * *
… and Greg slid deep inside Amber’s wet pussy, cradling the phone and supporting his weight with both hands on the bed.
Amber wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. She pressed the heels of her feet down on his muscular ass, pulling his cock all the way inside her…
* * * *
“God, I love your cock,” Karen said. “Give it to me, come on, fuck me!”
* * * *
Greg loved when Karen talked that way. Her nasty words, the way she begged for his cock even when he wasn’t there, it was a turn on.
He slammed into Amber, shaking her tits like Jell-O. She bit her lower lip to keep from squealing. He’d told her up front not to give him away, that they were going to play a little game, and that she needed to be discreet. He was pretty sure the idea of taking his cock while he was on the phone with his wife appealed to the horny little blonde. She wiggled beneath him, lifting her hips up to meet each of his thrusts…
* * * *
Frank’s belly collided with Karen’s ass cheeks. She rotated her bottom as Frank gave her long, hard strokes, taking his cock all the way each time, then filling her with it again.
“Ohhh, yeah, I’m coming,’’ Karen squealed. “Come with me!”
Frank gave a few more thrusts and pulled out to jerk off on her ass.
* * * *
Greg’s hand was a blur as he stroked the length of his cock until he squirted thick, warm spurts of cum onto Amber’s flat, heaving stomach.
* * * *
Karen reached back and ran her fingers through the sticky white mess on her bottom. Frank leaned up over Karen, his cock pressing into the crack of her ass. She turned her head slightly, allowing him to kiss her on the lips.
* * * *
Greg pecked Amber on the cheek and fell on the bed beside her, adjusting the phone so he could talk to Karen.
“You there?” he asked. He could hear her heavy breathing. “Did you come?”
He stroked one of Amber’s pink nipples.
* * * *
“I’m here,” Karen said, stroking Frank’s semi-hard cock. “That was incredible. You wouldn’t believe how much I came.”
* * * *
“I’ll be home tomorrow,” Greg said. “I love you.”
* * * *
“I love you too,” Karen replied. “See you then.”
She hung up and rolled faced Frank, ready for one more round…
Love in Chains
Mariah sat at the bar and drank straight whiskey. Men approached her one by one, each of them vying for her attention. Some were smooth in that over- confident sort of way, others made complete fools of themselves, and still others were quite simply pathetic.
Mariah
raised her hand and signaled the bartender for another drink. His name was Larry. He was a nice guy. She hadn’t fucked him yet, but not for lack of trying. One night, after consuming way too much alcohol, she had come on to Larry, only to have him refuse her offer of a blow job behind the bar.
She watched Larry come to her now. He set a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the bar top. Mariah glanced at the bottle, then up into Larry’s eyes.
“Come on, Larry,” she said. “Are you going to pour me another, or do I have to do it myself.”
Larry shook his head. “Why do you do this, Mariah?”
“Do what, Larry?”
“This…”
He indicated the bar with a wave of his hand.
“Why do you waste your time with these losers?”
She took a long, thin cigarette from her purse and lit it, blowing a cloud of faint blue smoke from the corner of her mouth.
“We’re all losers,” she said.
Larry shook his head sadly, poured her whiskey, and walked to the other end of a bar to serve another customer.
“Can I buy your next round?”
Mariah turned to see the tall, good-looking man who sat on the stool beside her. Dark hair, a nice smile, white teeth, a bit of a tan.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” she said.
His smile wavered.
“I think we can skip right to the part where you fuck me.”
She didn’t ask for his name. He didn’t offer. They went to her place. In her bedroom, dark except for a couple of candles. The two of them undressed. She opened the nightstand where she kept condoms and KY-Jelly. She rolled a condom onto his cock, smeared some of the lubrication up and down the length of his shaft, and then rubbed some around the opening of her pussy.