I want to thank
reader TA for the initial idea that ended up becoming this
alright,” she murmured into his ear as they huddled
together, ducking down in the bathtub, “I locked the
The next scream,
followed by the crash of even more glass shattering, drew them
yet closer together. They both shivered in their desperate hug
despite the warm summer evening.
As hot as it had
been, she wore only a thin, thigh length nightie to sleep and
he, just white cotton briefs. So that was all they had on
making the desperate scramble from the bed they shared in the
small apartment to the purported safety of the tub.
The angry yelling
got louder, closer to the bathroom door. They couldn't really
make out all the words, but knew the difference between their
mother's desperate pleading and the enraged shouts of the
latest stranger she brought into their home.
The thin wall to
the bathroom shook even as they heard their mother scream
again, so loudly she almost drowned out the sound of the
alright,” his five year old sister whispered into his
ear again, hugging him even tighter, “I'll always take
care of you.”
They both jumped
when the pounding began on the door, accompanied by loud, vile
threats and curses. That too stopped with even louder
voices...shouting commands...more curses...the sounds of
a fucking mess....”
he doing at the door...?”
locked...check the other rooms....”
someone in there?” a gentle voice called out, knocking
loudly on the bathroom door. “Police...anyone in there?”
His sister unbolted
the door, the two of them standing there wide eyed, trembling.
shit...there's two little kids in here....”
them out...cover their eyes....”
“...I got the
girl...grab the boy....”
let them see all this....”
At age three, he
only vaguely remembered the last time he saw her, screaming
his name as she reached back over the shoulder of the cop
carrying her out to the street...and the last look at his
mother curled up in an expanding pool of her own blood.
Twenty Five Years
Tim stood in the entry
way of the high end gentlemen's club, looking around for his
friends, three guys he'd known...intimately...since college.
It was his twenty eighth birthday and they had given him the
choice of the strip club or the gay bathhouse for the
celebration. That night, he was in the mood for pussy...new
and different pussy...without any attachments. This was just
On the small circular
stage surrounded on three sides by a dozen or so chairs, a
completely naked bottle blonde with big fake tits and a shaved
pussy who called herself Candy wiggled and writhed in front of
five older men with fat bellies and thick wads of bills in
their hands. Tim recalled from earlier visits she gave at best
a mediocre blow job.
He spotted his friends
at a table towards the back of the room, near the curtained
opening that lead to the small private booths where the real
action in the club took place. His three buddies already had
two naked women at their table, a redhead with a bushy,
unshaven pussy he remembered liked to be ass fucked for the
right price and a raven haired woman he had not seen before.
Right away, he knew
she was his new and different pussy for the night.
She called herself
Summer, not that anyone really believed that was her actual
name. Her coal black hair reached almost to the the crack of
her taut shapely low slung ass, the thin runway strip of pussy
hair expertly trimmed to direct the eye to the inviting crease
continuing down between her legs and dark brown aureole capped
her average but perky tits with stiff, little finger tip sized
All of that was simply
expected in that club and was not what most first drew his
attention. She had a distinctive, yet elegant, tattoo that
looked like a flight of sparrows rising from beneath her
pierced left breast, swooping up through her cleavage and
spreading across her entire right tit to end with a single
lead bird under her right ear.
When she glanced at
him, he was instantly lost in her gray eyes. Before he knew
it, he was following her into a private booth to a chorus of
lewd, boisterous, and derisive catcalls from his three
friends, each of whom fondled a naked girl sitting on their
told me you're Birthday Boy,” Summer cooed into his ear
before gently pushing him down on the single plush chair in
the small room, “and to make sure your present is
He grinned up at her,
eagerly anticipating what her definition of special might be.
Although she couldn't strip for him, since she was already
naked save for a gold chain around her waist, she did straddle
his leg and lean forward until the tips of her erect nipples
brushed over his chest.
She flicked her tongue
into his ear and squatted until the edges of her slightly
puffy pussy lips lightly pressed against the top of his thigh.
Her tongue pressed deeper into his ear when he reached up and
twirled a stiff nipple in two fingers.
After a moment, she
reached down, unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper and
tore his jeans and underwear off with a single practiced
motion. His semi hard dick flopped out, stiffening rapidly
even before she wrapped her fingers around the base.
Again she straddled
his leg, this time pressing her pussy down a little harder,
grinding her hips slowly so he could feel the warm, slick
wetness when her pussy lips parted slightly. He buried his
face between her tits, turning his head to suck in the stiff
“We have thirty
minutes...well actually twenty eight now,” she whispered
huskily into his ear, followed by another flick of her tongue.
“I don't fuck here for anyone...period. Anything else is
on the table. Your friend told me you're partial to blow jobs,
both getting and giving. That's hot. I get myself off
sometimes watching gay porn. I love seeing two guys suck and
fuck, big cocks filling tight assholes or rammed deep in
another one's throat...and I'm especially fond of the
feel...and taste...of a hard cumming cock filling my mouth.”
As she talked, she
ground her pussy even harder against his bare thigh and
stroked his throbbing dick a little faster. He took the other
nipple into his mouth, holding the base with his teeth as he
swirled his tongue around the tip. Her back stiffened slightly
and she let out a low moan.
“I like eating
pussy as much as I like sucking cock,” he murmured,
feeling the beginning of an orgasm building in his balls
before pulling her head down for a tongue lashing kiss.
“A man after my
own heart...or pussy at the very least,” she grinned at
him, breaking off the kiss and squeezing his balls gently.
They stood and
switched positions, with her sitting on the plush chair. He
dropped to his knees as she pulled both heels up on the seat,
opened her thighs and, using both hands, spread her cunt lips
For a moment he gazed
in awe at what he thought just might be the most perfect pussy
he'd ever seen.
Unlike his wife, whose
ragged lips dangled down unevenly from the wiry tangle of her
cunt hair, the edges of Summer's lips were mostly even and
smooth. The inner flesh glistened moist and pink, topped by an
unexpectedly large clit that popped out tantalizingly between
two of her fingers.
drooling,” she giggled, pushing her hips toward him with
the scintillating nub of her enormous clit lightly pinched
between two fingers, “and yes I'm told it tastes even
better than it looks. You do want a taste before your time is
up, don't you?”
He wiped away the
spittle leaking from his chin with the back of his hand, never
taking his eyes off that exquisite, inviting gash. He had ever
intention to get a lot more than just a taste and totally
savor every last bit.
Rather than dive right
in, he surprised her by licking up her inner thigh from just
above her knee, stopping when the tip of his tongue reached
the outer edges of her smooth bare mound to lick up the inside
of her other leg. After circling the outside edges of her
puffy cunt lips with his tongue, he rolled his eyes up to look
pretty good at that,” she said softly, gripping the arms
of the chair tightly with both hands. “I don't usually
cum with my customers either.”
he asked impishly, dragging the tip of his tongue all the way
from her tight asshole to brush over that enormous clit.
she moaned lowly, moving her hands to cup both her tits and
gently pinch her own nipples.
He took that as a
He saw a droplet of
her juice seeping toward her asshole, scooping it up with the
tip of his tongue, relishing the pungent taste even as he
deeply inhaled the scent of her sex.
She groaned again
softly and squirmed her hips a little.
He swirled the tip of
his tongue around the dark opening leading into the depths of
She caught her breath
and put her hand on the back of his head.
He slowly licked up
through her moist, aromatic slit until he could suck her huge
clit into his mouth.
She whimpered softly
and tightened her grip on his hair.
He gently closed his
teeth around the base of her clit and swirled the tip with his
She thrust her hips
against his face with a loud groan.
He very gently dragged
his teeth up the length of her clit.
She clamped her thighs
around his head and muffled a shriek with the back of her
Summer wailed, flailing against his face for a few moments
before slumping back into the cushioned depths of the chair.
Tim said, looking up with a shit eating grin on his face, his
cheeks and chin coated with her musky pussy juices.
she responded with a wicked grin of her own, leaning forward
to have him stand and taking his throbbing cock into her hand,
“and actually...that was a first...for here anyway.”
Summer proceeded to
give him the most astounding blow job of his life.
Over and over she
brought him right to the verge of cumming, only to pull back
and do it all over again. She sucked and licked his balls,
slipped a finger into his ass and swallowed his six inch cock
until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. By the time she
allowed him to cum, he was begging her to let him explode.
And explode he did,
pumping more cum into her mouth and down her throat than he
even knew was possible. Summer swallowed a good portion of his
semen, gagging and sputtering when her mouth became so full a
few strings dribbled down over her chin to splatter on her
His knees buckled as
his orgasm peaked and he steadied himself with a hand on her
shoulder. She waited patiently as he collected himself before
standing and handing him his jeans with a devilish smile on
After he pulled his
jeans back on, he took a fifty out of his wallet, rolled it
tightly together and held it out upright in two fingers.
really necessary,” she murmured softly, looking at him
with her sultry gray eyes, “your friends already took
care of everything...for you...Birthday.”
“Even so, I want
to,” he replied, extending his hand.
She smiled wickedly at
him, obligingly spread her pussy lips with her fingers and
squatted slightly. When he pushed the rolled up bill deep into
her cunt, the tip of his finger went up inside her to his
first knuckle as well. She smiled and thanked him with a
tender kiss on the cheek before leading him back to the table.
They approached the
table to another chorus of catcalls and lewd comments. His
three friends sat alone, probably already having spent all
their ready cash on grossly overpriced drinks and equally
Without saying a word,
Summer turned to him, pulled his head down and gave him an
open mouthed, tongue lashing kiss. She then turned and walked
away, her bare ass swaying provocatively as his friends looked
on in stunned silence.
Tim stood in the line
leading to the registration table looking around in amazement
at the number of people milling about. He had no idea so many
people had an interest in genealogy and were willing to fork
over fifty bucks to give up an entire Saturday for a day of
talks and seminars and booths peddling different services and
As he approached his
thirtieth birthday, he was keenly aware he knew nothing about
his biological family, save for a few nightmarish staccato
images from the night his mother died and a hazy recollection
of a slightly older sister. His memory was so spotty he didn't
remember her name and wasn't even sure she existed at all.
His adopted family
provided him with a safe and comfortable upbringing, leading
to an excellent college education and a promising and
lucrative career in finance and investments. That somehow just
He did some research
online, leading to some genealogy websites and finally this
conference which promised to provide him with more and better
tools to aid in his search. Either his adopted parents didn't
know the details of his early life or didn't want to share
them with him. In any case, his own curiosity grew to the
point he just had to know, so here he was.
The line shuffled
forward slowly until it was finally his turn. He wrote his
first name on the self adhesive name tag and slapped it on the
front of his shirt before walking away from the registration
desk to look through the swag bag provided, mostly filled with
the conference schedule and the usual promotional materials
from the various companies supporting the event.
After another line to
get some coffee, he headed toward the first talk he earlier
decided he wanted to attend. So too apparently did a good
number of the other attendees, as the small room filled up
rapidly. He grabbed an empty chair near the back, sipping his
coffee and looking around until the speaker walked to the
front of the room and the low murmur of conversation gradually
faded away. He quickly lost interest and was trying to figure
out a way to unobtrusively extract himself from the room when
he spotted her.
She was sitting three
or four rows in front of him and off to his left. Her long
black hair tied up in a pony tail made the distinctive
tattooed swallow reaching for her right ear all the more
visible above the collar of her white blouse. He planted
himself back in his seat, his dick throbbing against his
jeans, determined to talk to her when the session was over.
When the conference
room began to empty, he held back, waiting for her to get
ahead of him. She chatted amiably with another woman as they
left, stopping in the wide hallway to continue talking.
Approaching her from
behind, he couldn't help but admire the way her well fitted
jeans clung to her low slung ass, her silky black hair
reaching well past her belt but most enticing, the little bird
at her ear, a bird he knew would forever lead an entire flight
across her perky tits.
he said, softly tapping her on her shoulder.
asked, turning to face him, regarding him warily. “May I
just...I don't just walk up to people and introduce
myself...usually,” he stammered looking directly
into her mesmerizing gray eyes, “but your tattoo is
She stared at him a
moment, glancing at his name tag before looking back directly
in his eyes, a knowing smile creeping across her face.
you...uh...Tim. I'm Sam, short for Samantha that I couldn't
fit on this tag,” she chuckled, extending her hand,
noticing he seemed to be staring past the name tag plastered
on her blouse above her left tit.
He shook her hand,
recalling that same warm hand felt the same way gripping his
throbbing cock. His dick twitched in his jeans.
“May I buy you a
coffee?” he responded with a bright smile, letting his
hand lingering on hers for a moment longer than necessary.
“Sure, why not,”
she answered with a wicked laugh after a moment's hesitation,
“not that I want you to think I'll walk off with just
Tim's breath caught in
his throat as he stared at her. Clearly she remembered him,
something he barely had hoped for and definitely increased
exponentially the possibilities of their coming conversation.
“By the way,”
she said as they walked, a serious look on her face for just a
few seconds before breaking into a hearty laugh, “Tim
fits you a lot better. I never believed your mother really
named you 'Birthday'!”
He laughed along with
her for a few steps.
“In that case, I
didn't buy Summer either,” he countered, offering her
his arm, “Angel would have been much better.”
“It was already
taken,” she answered with a musical giggle, sliding her
hand into the crook of his arm and lightly pressing her hip
against his as they walked, “so was Devil...but I
They sat across from
one another in the coffee shop, exchanging small talk for a
while until she pressed for more information. They had
remarkably similar stories.
Both were orphaned at
a very young age. Both were married with a single child, a
seven year old boy for him and a six year old girl for her.
They differed in that he was lucky to be adopted by a loving
family. She lived in foster homes until running away at
Both of them needed
“How about some
lunch? There's a pretty good burger place down the street with
an excellent selection of local craft beers?” he
suggested hopefully as the coffee shop filled up and it became
more difficult to talk. “Besides, I really need to use
“What about the
conference?” she asked with an impish grin.
and I didn't learn a damn thing at that first talk...until I
saw you, of course.” he replied, rising and throwing a
large bill on the table to cover the check, “and I
really, really need to get to the men's room.”
She just laughed, rose
and slipped her arm into his, quickly heading to the women's
“So what does
your husband think about your job as a stripper?” he
finally asked, nodding toward the ring on her left hand.
They sat side by side
in the last booth facing the back wall of the bar, the low
background din of conversation around them serving more as a
bubble for their privacy than a distraction.
stripper...entertainer,” she emphasized with a
wry smile sipping a light pale ale, “it sounds so much
more sophisticated. Besides, I'm already naked, or damn near,
when I meet a customer as you well know, so there's little
left to strip off...usually.”
His cock stiffened
again in his jeans when she said that even before he felt her
foot brush over his under the table. They both knew their
meeting that day was anything but usual.
“So to answer
your question, Ray loves what I do for several reasons,”
she continued playing with her wedding band while keeping her
eyes locked on his. “First, I make a lot more money than
him, often as much in one night as he does all week stringing
wires in homes under construction. Second, one of us is always
home for our daughter April, since I often get home about the
time he's waking up for work. Third, he really gets off
knowing what I do with other men and even the occasional
woman. I always tell him everything.”
he asked, a bit surprised by such a frank admission.
really. It's a very big and important part of our sex lives.
We both get really aroused, if we're not laughing too hard,
when I tell him the explicit details about what I did the
night before and I just love watching him jerk off as I talk.
Besides, he knows I never fuck...there.”
They sat in silence a
few moments sipping their beers as the waitress brought their
food orders. Tim began to think maybe some of this was just a
bit too much information, but since Sam seemed perfectly
comfortable openly sharing such intimate details about her
life, he was comfortable enough to listen.
“So what's your
story?” she asked casually, a droplet of mayonnaise
dribbling down her chin, just like his cum had done that night
in the gentlemen's club.
He took a big bite of
his burger, giving himself a moment to think through his
answer...and for his dick to soften slightly. It didn't work.
Her knee very purposely pressed against his beneath the table.
as exciting as you,” he started slowly. “I don't
really remember much and what I do doesn't make a lot of
sense. I was adopted shortly after my mother died by a warm
loving family, met the woman I married in college, got a good
job, had a son about seven years ago. That's about it.”
“Well you did
leave out the parts about visiting gentlemen's clubs for blow
jobs or more and liking to suck cocks,” she laughed,
pressing her hip a little tighter against his. “Does
your wife know about that?”
really pretty old fashioned, comes from a large family, two
sisters and four brothers,” he answered looking her
directly in the eye, wondering what she would do if he placed
his hand on her thigh. “She took Carl to visit her
sister this weekend since I was attending the conference.”
“Our seven year
“Ray took April
to his mother's since I was going to be here today and am
supposed to work tonight,” she said, looking at him with
a hungry glint in her eye as she took another sip of her beer.
Tim wasn't sure that
required a response but he did notice the way her lips seemed
to curl up into a devilish smile.
The lunch crowd
thinned out but they stayed in the booth drinking yet another
beer as they talked. Tim was feeling a decent buzz building
when Sam reached down and gently squeezed his thigh before
brushing her hand over his cock through his jeans.
“You do realize
I'm going to fuck you silly, don't you?” she cooed into
his ear before running the tip of her tongue all around the
lobe while squeezing his stiffening dick through his jeans.
“Is that so?”
he responded, squirming around to face her, trying not to grin
too happily, “and what about Ray, what would he say and
where exactly do you plan on fucking me? I think the
management might frown on such activity back here on this
Sam pulled his hand on
to her tit. He could feel the bar piercing her nipple pressing
against his palm when she leaned forward and thrust her tongue
into his mouth as her hand tightened on his cock under the
“Ray would be
really pissed at me if I didn't fuck you and tell him all
about it,” she murmured softly, pulling his other hand
down between her legs.
that...er...a little hard...um...to believe,” he
replied, feeling the warmth radiating from her pussy on his
“Remember I told
you I tell him everything...in very explicit detail.”
“Well, I told
him all about that thing you did with your teeth...the one and
only time I ever had a real orgasm with a customer. He thought
that was so fucking hot but, try as we may, he could never
quite duplicate what you did. So when he finds out I ran into
you, he'll want to know all about what we did, including that
teeth thing I full expect you to do again before you pump my
pussy full of your cum. Hell, he'll probably want you to come
over and show him how to do it.”
Tim's cock throbbed,
his mind racing. The idea of fucking Sam was overwhelming
enough and now she was nonchalantly suggesting getting
together with her husband as well.
“Before you even
ask,” she continued, grinning wickedly and pressing his
hand firmly against her warm pussy through her jeans, “yes,
he will enthusiastically suck your cock and lick you cum out
of my pussy...or ass. I would love to watch you suck and fuck
him as well.”
By this time, Tim's
dick was seemingly tearing through the fabric of his jeans. He
had no doubt his briefs were already spotted with his precum.
he gasped lowly.
“I got it
covered,” Sam answered, finishing her beer while giving
his stiff cock another hard squeeze. “I have a room at
the hotel since I didn't want to go home after the conference
and then come back to the club later.”
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