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“What kind of fun do you think we're having?”
said Lena, feeling at peace and in no hurry to stand up. She pulled
off her other heel, rubbing her foot, while tearing off the remains
of her nylons. Lena felt menaced, yet aroused by this feral
throwback.

“Keep those heels on, honey. I am going to
get those kids to Iceland,” Brett said stacking the bills on the
back of the sofa. Her eyes locked onto that powerful torso lurking
under that shirt, the jeans that showed legs like a Sequoya and the
distinctive upwelling in the fabric right at his crotch. Brett's
hair was short but there was enough of it to look unkempt. Lena was
breathing hard. The allure that appealed to his smart, corporate
lawyer wife had always mystified Lena. How did Gwen stoop so low as
to marry this thug? Brett was the apotheosis of Lena's dear,
departed, sensitive husband, Roger, whose concerns were all about
locally-grown food and sustainability. But Lena had to admit, as
much as it killed her, that she wanted Brett more than she had ever
wanted Roger. “What do you want for your fifteen hundred?” asked
Lena.

“Twenty spankings,” said Brett.

“Earlier tonight it was ten spankings,” said
Lena, incredulous.

“Your perfect derriere needs an even harder
paddling.”

“Does your wife let you do this to her?”

Brett smiled, “Only on my birthday.”

“Ten spankings,” said Lena. “That's it. I'll
let you do ten. You have to stop whenever I say so.”

“Then I would get a refund or something?”
said Brett.

“Maybe,” said Lena. “But, I get to ask
something of you,” said Lena.

“Well, what would that be?” he said with a
grin that was making Lena horny.

“Take off that shirt.”

Brett looked at her, his grin disappearing.
He unbuttoned his shirt, the top button, the second button, down,
down further, the shirt opening up in a V, revealing two bulging
pecs. “Its unfair that the tradition is for girls to show lots of
skin, but not the boys,” said Lena.

“Well, isn't that because of ovulation or
something?” said Brett, his shirt now pulled open all the way,
revealing his cut abdominals now sharing the same view as his
carved chest. He pulled his shirt completely off, tossing it to the
floor. His biceps and forearms were thick but ripped. The muscles
were honestly won, not at the gym, but sculpted by years of manual
labor— labor that had cashed-out at just at the right time and had
made Brett a rich man.

“How do you want me?” asked Lena.

“Bend over that sofa,” said Brett. “Bend over
until you are resting on your forearms.”

Lena stood up, her heels now back on now,
teetering across the floor to the sofa. She bent her torso forward,
her legs straight. Her ass was optimally on display.

“Oh man...” moaned Brett.

“Is everything okay?” said Lena.

“Oh, fuckin' yeah.”

With that, he gave her his first swing.
Crack!

Again. Crack!

It wasn't until the third smack that Lean
felt the sting. It was a miraculous pain. One that was now causing
her juices flow.

Again. Smack!

Again.

Oh God...

She twisted her head around to gaze at the
shirtless Brett. Gone was his cocky, arrogant look. It had been
replaced by the countenance of a wide-eyed maniac, a man
possessed.

“You beautiful bitch...” Brett said, exhaling
between breaths. “I have to have you...”

Smack!

Again and again. Three more to go.

But there was something different.

Brett's broad, mostly hairless chest now had
a sheen of sweat on it. Lena could see him glistening in the
fluorescent lighting. Lena reached down underneath and pushed her
fingers into her wet pussy, letting out a stifled wail, coming
instantly— the second time in just ten minutes.

Three more cracks later, it was over.

“There, that's ten,” said Brett, his voice
choked with lust. “Your taunting little ass got what it
deserved.”

Standing up straight, Lena faced Brett. “I
didn't think an ass could “taunt” you. I can taunt you— but my
ass?”

Lena's two large breasts hung free, her hair
was a tousled mess. Brett pulled her towards him, his strength
shocking her, his hot breath pushing against her mouth, his tongue
pushing through her lips taking possession of her mouth. She
wrapped her arms around his neck, “Do what you want Brett, do what
you want.” I have no more will .

“All right, lady... suck my cock.”

Lena dropped to her knees. She tugged on
Brett's jeans, popping the top button open and yanking the zipper
downwards. She pulled at his jeans with both hands desperately. He
wasn't wearing underwear.

A mammoth erection spilled out from the
denim. She held it in both her hands, long and thick. His balls
hung like a steer, large and loose. She had to have it in her
mouth. All of it.

She clutched his balls, pulling them towards
her mouth, licking them, caressing and nibbling them. Brett was
moaning, his thick pipe laying across the top of Lena's head as she
continued giving his balls private time.

Feeling Brett's cock lying against her hair
reminded Lena of the matter at hand. She leaned back and
contemplated how she was going to fit her mouth around that
behemoth. She opened her mouth wide, stretching it until it could
open no more. She slid her lips over Brett's cock until it had run
out of room in the back of her mouth. She slid her head back and
forth now, her jaw muscles already cramping, but not caring. She
had to have him.

“Oh fucking God!” he yelled out as Lena slid
back and forth like a machine, her hands clutching his powerful
ass. “Yes...” Brett yelled, grabbing her head, holding it
stationary, bucking his hips and driving into Lena's mouth. She
panicked at the loss of control; she was no longer giving head but
was being fucked in the mouth. His thrusts were powerful. Lena's
eyes were inches away from his hard abdominal muscles.

In and out, in and out, Brett went. She could
hear his quiet moan getting slowly louder. Thrusting, thrusting.
She knew what was coming and she wanted all of it, even if she
drowned. Lena had never felt a man's sperm in her mouth before; she
had never permitted it— but now she demanded it.

Suddenly several rapid fire spurts of cum hit
against the back of her mouth, the volume of the load taking her by
surprise, his bull semen was spilling out the sides of her mouth,
with more being added each second. Lena swallowed. It felt like
warm gravy. Her now-emptied mouth made room for more cum. It wasn't
spurting as rapidly now but each discharge was larger. She felt
herself choking and she swallowed again, her mouth stretched to the
breaking point. Brett's moans were quieter but his semen was
unrelenting. Lena gagged. She abruptly pulled her mouth from his
shaft, causing a mouthful to spill out onto her breasts. She put
her mouth back over his shaft but not before two ropes of jism
sprayed her across her face. Lena felt like she was trying to plug
a leak while trying to find a place for it to go.

More spurts came into her mouth, each one
progressively smaller until Lena felt it was safe to dismount.

Brett slid down the wall onto the floor,
joining Lena, exhausted. She let her head rest against his chest,
both of them breathing like they just finished a marathon.

“Was that worth fifteen hundred dollars?”
asked Lena.

“It was worth ten thousand dollars,” said
Brett, barely able to get the words out.

There was a pounding on the door. “Shit,”
said Brett struggling to his feet and pulling on his clothes. Lena
struggled for hers until she realized she had none. Instead she
dove for her coat in the corner.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“Its Danielle! Open up!”

The door opened and Danielle ran in, her
costume once again in shreds. “Oh!” said Danielle coming to a halt
while seeing Brett buttoning his shirt. “I didn't mean to
interrupt.”

“We're just finishing up,” said Lena.

Danielle shut the door behind her. “I'm glad
you two are getting along.”

“Sure are,” said Brett as he disappeared out
the door.

“Blow and go,” said Danielle.

“Yes...” smiled Lena.

“I just raised $1800.00, said Danielle, and
with whatever you just got from stud-muffin here, I'm sure we made
our goal.”

“He just paid me $1500.00” said Lena.

“For what?” said Danielle in awe.

“I'm sure you could have gotten at least that
much from Shane Evans,” said Lena, now wrapped in a London Fog
coat, her voice carrying a noticeable edge.

“No, Shane does not have to pay me to have
sex with him,” Danielle shot back.

“You could have told me you were seeing
him—you knew I liked him!” said Lena “I spilled my guts to you and
made fool of myself.”

“What are you complaining about?” said
Danielle, “In the last hour you fucked two people—both sexes! I
didn't know you were so open-minded.”

“I didn't fuck anyone.”

“Then you must have done everything else
but,” said Danielle. “You could have at least given me some of the
credit.”

“Credit?!” said Lena.

“Credit for feeling more fantastic than you
have in months.”

“I'll give you credit for stealing my guy,
that's what I'll do,” said Lena.

“He's not your guy!”

“You have all your boy-toys at the college,
did you have to go and grab Shane too?” Lena said, sliding off her
torture heels and putting them back in the Barney's bag. She put
her sneakers on and walked out the door.

 

 

 

 

The Soft Hardness

 

 

Lena walked out in the parking lot searching
for her car in her trench coat and sneakers. People were leaving,
talking, saying goodbye. Most were loud and boisterous.

Lena walked quickly, but apparently not
quickly enough. “Hey, its the Blackjack babe!” yelled some drunk
guy.

“I know who that is!” said a female
companion. “Its Ryan Harris's mom!”

“Oh yeah?” said another voice.

“Her name is Lena.”

“Hey Lena!” yelled the drunk man, now
bounding towards her. “What do you have under that coat?!”

Lena started running.

“You put on quite a show tonight!” said the
creepy guy, almost right on top of her. “I want an encore.”

“This girl is for paying customers only,”
said a voice, calling out, sitting his car.

The drunk guy stopped, and looked over at the
car. Soon the voice became a large figure stepping out of the car
and was now walking towards the drunk. “Hey, dude, she's mine,”
said the creep.

“She is no ones,” said Shane Evans.

The drunk took a swing, Shane blocked it. But
instead of hitting back, Shane just hit him on the shoulders with
the flat of both his palms, knocking him back several steps.
“Whoa... dickhead,” the drunk said as he staggered away back to his
friends.

“Thank you,” said Lena to Shane, the two them
walking to her car, Lena trying not to look too giddy.

“So, 'Ryan's Mom', answer this question,”
Shane smiled, “What are you wearing under that coat?”

Lena leaned back against her car. She looked
both ways and then undid the coat's waist belt. She unbuttoned
three large buttons and pulled the jacket open. She was naked.
Shane's smile disappeared. “Man.”

Shane slid his hands under the coat, and then
around her waist, pulling him towards him. Cupping one breast, he
pulled her, pressing his mouth against hers, Lena's tongue
intertwined with his. Lena grabbed him between his legs, feeling
his generous bulge. She roughly pulled down his zipper and slid her
hand down the inside. She unfurled his shaft it to its full and
impressive length. She stroked it in her hand as his mouth remained
locked with hers. Her hand roamed from the base of his shaft to the
top of his head, then back again. Shane pulled away from her mouth,
attacking her breasts, taking in all contours.

Pushing her against her Audi, Shane bit down
hard on her nipples causing Lena to give out a loud yelp. It was
pain she was feeling, but why was it causing her juices to
flow?

Shane yelled out and Lena's hand became awash
in thick, warm spurts of semen. She continued her strokes until
only a tiny remainder was dribbling down his shaft. Lena slid two
fingers into Shane's thick residue, sliding his cum-covered digits
into her mouth, sucking on her fingers.

“YOU are bad,” said Shane admiringly.

“But I think I finally got your attention,
said Lena sliding into the drivers seat, her coat pulled up around
her. She reached into the glove compartment grabbing some napkins
to wipe her hands.

“Remember, Bobby's birthday is tomorrow,”
said Shane. “And Ryan's invited.”

“Oh...” Lena smiled coquettishly. “Moi
too?”

“Yes, parents are invited. I'll have a party
wrangler to handle all the games for the kids. Plenty of time for
the adults to party by the pool.”

Lena shut the car door, starting the car, but
before she put it in gear she rolled down her window. “Thanks for
saving me tonight.”

Shane leaned down and kissed her. “Party
starts at 3:00. Dress code is bikini.”

“I'll check my schedule,” and Lena drove
off.

 

 

 

 

Play Date

 

 

Lena awoke the baby sitter asleep on the
couch. Ryan had gone to bed hours before. The TV droned quietly in
the background.

Lena thanked and paid the babysitter,
checking-in on her son, finding him sleeping soundly.

Lena went to her bedroom and threw off her
coat. She looked at her naked self in the mirror still wearing her
sneakers and laughed. Even in a pair of Keds she looked hot.

Lena took off the sneakers and fell into bed
naked. She thought about the carnival of pleasure she had
experienced. Looking back on it now in the quiet of her bedroom she
was a little horrified that she went for any of it. Both a man and
a woman had paid to have sex with her. And before that, Lena was
charging men (and women) at least a hundred dollars a pop to pinch,
grab or caress her butt. No matter how good the cause, it was
debauchery and—dare she say it— prostitution. Even if it did
qualify for an IRS charitable deduction.

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