Me And Nancy..., And Alyssa

   I woke this morning with an urge for something wet. I called
Nancy after breakfast, left a message on her voice mail, "Massage
at 1300 today, usual fee, no tip."  She dragged her ass of the
bus and seemed to be crawling as she walked across the street to
my house, nearly an hour late. When I opened the door she smiled
weakly, booze starched her breath.

  Her hair was bright gold and she was dressed in a dark blue
[knee length] skirt and a matching (lighter) top. I was
immediately envious of the grip her clothes had on her shape. Her
face was made-up, 'paint' covering the blemishes {[heroin
addiction will do that to a body]} hiding the bags under her eyes
even as it is drawing attention to them {[not a good thing when
they're clouded over by narcotic high]}. Her hair wasn't tied, it
hung loosely just past her shoulders, invitingly; likewise, her
lips invited attention with a wet glossy color... but I avoided
them, been there, done that.

  Her clothes were saturated with cigarette smoke but I hugged
her anyway, kissing her cheek and copping a feel. My dick swelled
instantly. Her smile was brighter as our embrace broke, she
grabbed my crotch and wet her lips. I lead her inside and offered
her a drink, "I don't have booze. But, how about some fruit
juice?" She declined and proceeded into the bathroom.

  She didn't close the door as she used the bathroom, mimicking
my custom {[as she does when she doesn't have to get high]}. For
some reason, she didn't sit on the toilet. Instead, she lifted
her skirt and squatted over it, facing the doorway. I let her
know I enjoyed the show, standing there facing her the entire
time she peed. "I knew you'd like that," she said as she reached
for the toilet paper.

  She held the roll of paper out to me, "Want to?" I stepped into
the bathroom and took the roll of toilet paper from her. I tore
off a few pieces and wiped her cunt with it. Then I kissed her
and unfastened her skirt. She reached for my pants, unfastening
the button, reaching inside for my cock. She rubbed my it, making
it hard as iron. She rubbed my neck and drew me closer to her as
the fingers of my left hand worked their way into her pussy.

  I ran my right hand over the back of her neck and through her
hair, hardening every second and needing desperately to be inside
her. "Uh, uh," she said, "no tip, no fuck." "Yeah. How 'bout a
small tip, suck my cock, right here." "Here?" "Yup." She'd
stopped stroking my stick and my fingers left her pussy. She was
wet, the scent roused me to an animal state. I started to step
away from the toilet but another urge came over me.

  Urine flowed freely from my prick, wetting her lower belly and
mound. "Hey! Jeesus! Fuck!" I stood my ground and aimed my stream
intently. As my piss slowed to a stop I wet my left hand in it
and with my right hand I raised her top. "What the hell are you
doin'?!" I grabbed her left tit with my pissy left hand then
rubbed my them on her lips.

  "Stop It!" "Nah. You stop bein' a prude. I don't put up with
this teasin' shit. You put on a hell of a show earlier. And, you
invited me in here then got me hard as Everest. You don't get to
change your fuckin' mind!" "But you said 'no tip'" "That's right.
I have money only to cover the massage fee. And, you were a
fuckin' hour late." "You know why." "Not my problem."

  I proceeded to suck her tits and finger fuck her cunt. My cock
hardened quickly and I bade her remove her clothes. "You're gonna
suck it without a condom. Play with my asshole too. And, you will
do it because you don't want to lose a regular customer, for
either of your services." I knew she'd capitulate. She hasn't
much choice. She's a junkie hooker... in time I'll make her a
junkie whore, though the junkie is her choice.

  She stripped, momentarily preventing my fondling of her
attributes. "Turn around," I told her when she'd removed all her
clothes, "lean on the back of the toilet. I wanna lick your ass."
She futzed a bit but acquiesced. I lathered her rectal opening
with my tongue. Then, I rubbed my hard cock across her crack,
teasing the hole. "Someday," I whispered.

 She turned around and sat down. I stroked my cock, "Play with
yourself," I instructed. Nancy doesn't like sex of any kind. And,
she can't stand to look at herself. For some damn reason she will
refuse to understand there is pleasure to be had in physical
intimate relations. So, I knew she had no adult experience with
masturbation. She made a very lame effort but she kept at it.
Hoping [no doubt] I'd simply jerk off, cumming on her tits.

  I disappointed her, "Suck it," bringing my cock to her mouth
and grabbing her big fleshy tits. I love her tits and ass, though
they are beginning to blemish from a twelve year heroin habit.
{[Dumb Wench]}. Nancy's ass and tits are big full and soft, damn
fine treasures for fondling and suckling! Reluctantly, she opened
her mouth and reached to take hold of my cock. "No," I
interjected, "use your hands on my ass. I'm gonna fuck your
mouth."

  Nancy looked as a whipped dog as I took hold of her head with
my right hand and teased open her mouth with my left. She hadn't
had my cock uncovered in her mouth in years! Damn, she's got a
fine mouth! Her tongue wasn't eager at first but that pie hole
was warm and wet nonetheless. And, a lack of teeth made for an
unbarred penetration.

  I am by no means an 'Adonis' or 'David'; however, I'd put my
dick work against anyone. What I lack in length I make up for in
girth and longevity. I pumped in and out of her mouth with
enthusiasm. Nancy weakly tended to my ass and hole. "Put it in,"
I uttered, "your finger, in my hole. Do it. Finger fuck my ass."
I rammed my cock into her mouth, bringing my scrotum to her chin.
The surprise of it brought tears to her eyes and a bit of a cough
to her lungs.

  She began to gain some desire for the work, working my ass and
hole with determination. I penetrated her wet pie hole earnestly.
Her tongue began to stimulate my rod. Nancy started to moan,
echoing me, encouraging me... "CUMMIN' BABY." "ooh Yeah, shoot it
on my tits, frank." I covered her tits and she squeezed the last
of my seed onto her nipples.

  We washed up before leaving the bathroom. She hadn't worn any
underclothes, as she usually does when she's coming over to give
me a massage. I tip better for the handjob-blowjob following the
massage when she's laying hands on me dressed in nothing but bra
and panties. No doubt she thought gibing me a massage in the nude
would entice me to fuck her. She was correct.

  But two things were immediately against Nancy this afternoon:
one, She Was Late; and, two, I told Alyssa I'd meet her at the
club at 1800.

  Nancy's massage was weak, she was in need of her fix. Still, I
wasn't going to let her off the hook. She worked the lotion in,
giving my neck adequate attention but my feet she gave only shy
attention. Those are my bothersome areas, age and arduous use in
my youth have taken their toll.

  After she'd finished her work, we dressed and I paid her ($20).
"I thought you said no tip?" she teased. Her massage fee is $10;
handjob is $15; blowjob is $25; pussy fuck (with a dick suck to
start) is $50. She "don't like", which to me isn't the same as
'don't allow', eating pussy or ass fucking.

  As much as her heroin addiction, her prudishness, broke us
apart a year and a half ago. We'd only recently come together for
these massage sessions. It was a chore to persuade her to take
the bus to my house, a not so gentle reminder I wouldn't be
taking her 'shopping' before she did her work for me. Nor, would
I be playing taxi cab, "When I take you home, that's where I'm
taking you. Your habit is your own. I want no other part of it."

  As I drove us toward her house, she asked, "Are you seeing
anybody." "Nah. Oh, I go to the club a couple nights a week. And,
I've met a few ladies there but I'm not interested in having
another relationship. I get to intense, possessive, wanting ..,
you know." I didn't tell her about Alyssa, no reason to tell her.

  When we arrived at her house, she turned to me as she got out
of the car. "Well, um," she leaned toward me, taking me in her
arms, lowering her voice, "sorry." She kissed my cheek, "See ya
in a few days." She was already out of the car, her back to me,
pushing the door closed, as I said, "Yup. Thanks. Be Careful."
She pretended not to have heard me but I heard her mutter, "don't
matter."

  If she weren't so afraid to face her demons, she could've
recovered from her addiction. However, after such a long period
of use, her body is saturated. No treatment will work. She can't
be detoxed. Without daily use [though she might endure a lower
daily dosage] she would die. Unfortunately, Methadone isn't a
viable alternative, the dosage needed is too high for Medicaid to
cover the cost. And, the clinic does have a psychiatric
requirement .., she won't face those demons.

  After I left Nancy at her place, I drove to [the pizza shop]
and placed an order to be delivered at 1900. I had just enough
time to get home, check my e-mail for important notices,
straighten up the apartment [especially the kitchen, bathroom and
bed], shave, shower, and dress before I had to leave to pick-up
Alyssa.

  Alyssa is working for an auto repair shop in the city. It's a
specialty repair shop, custom jobs for expensive cars. She's the
receptionist, eye candy for the one window in the shop. She was
working today until 1830. She would normally walk home after
work, living (quite literally) across the street from the shop.
However, tonight she was working late and it's a date night; so,
I was going to get her directly when her work day was done.

  I spent a bit to much time on-line peering through the gallery
of black beauties in my mail .... But, I made it to the repair
shop at 1830.., and to [the pizza shop] at 1900.., then here with
Alyssa and dinner at 1915. She took a few minutes to freshen-up
and "change into something comfortable." She said it with humor
but it was true nonetheless.

  Alyssa doesn't carry a purse. She doesn't usually bring a lunch
or anything to work, living across the street, why would she?
But, when I picked her up from the shop she had a tan
leather-like bag with her. "Something for later," she'd replied
when I inquired with regard to the bag's purpose.

  For work she'd worn a tight fitting, nearly see through,
off-white top and a matching loose fitting skirt, teasingly
closer to her waist than her knees. I remarked of it's
attractiveness when she got into the car. I barely noticed her
brown hair had recently been cut and highlighted with dark copper
braids. I hadn't noticed her manicured hands, pedicured feet or
matching paint on the nails until she'd shown me her "new
sandals."

  Now, coming out of the bathroom, "Surprise!" I turned from the
stove, where I'd been preparing our dinner plates, "huh?" "You
Like!?" She stood there, barely three steps away, wearing nothing
but snug-fit amber panties and a matching push-up bra. "Uh..,
Yeah!" She giggled, "there's nothing in the bag but the clothes
I'll be wearing tomorrow.., when you take me to work." I'd been
asking her to spend the night since we started dating two weeks
ago.

  I never expected her to say yes.

  And, I don't expect she'll be dating me for much longer.

  We ate our pizza and wings at the kitchen table as we watched
[TheWB] for an  hour. Afterward, we shared the clean-up duties
before settling into the living room. She snuggled into my lap,
still in nothing but her under clothes. For an hour we viewed
[UPN] and made-out, slightly, during commercials.

  By the time the show was over I was burning for her but we
straightened-up the couch and freshened ourselves before getting
to the good stuff. We shared the bathroom. She squatted over the
toilet facing me, pulling her panties aside with one hand, "Come
on." I moved toward her, dropping my pants and undershorts,
stepped out of them. She took my penis in her free hand, aiming
it toward the toilet bowl. We peed together, a piss symphony.

  We shared the sink, same hot water and soap, same hand towel
but different wash cloths. We applied lotion to ourselves and
each other. I began to think 'the good stuff' was going to be
sleeping with the memory of my afternoon tryst with Nancy.
Alyssa's lips on my dick head, a kiss, and finger in my ass
crack, alerted me to the foolishness of that thought.

  Alyssa's skin tone is coffee with cream. She's not as big as
Nancy but she tighter and by no means the scrawny type so desired
by other men. That doesn't mean she's fat! Her waist and chest
are as big around as mine but she's not afflicted by age, war or
addiction.

  We walked together to the bed. She bad me sit on it's edge. I
sat. She teased me with an imaginary striptease, having no
clothing to remove. At one point, she turned away from, bent at
the waist and thrust her ass toward. "Put out the fire," she
cried as she pried apart her ass cheeks. I leaned toward her,
pulling that ass apple to me.

  I kissed her cheeks, licked them, moving toward her crack.
Before I applied my tongue to that sweet valley I ran through it
with my finger. As my mouth neared the valley of her ass my left
hand moved toward the tunnel of her love. I licked her sweet
crack as I penetrated her tunnel, two fingers slipping inside her
moistening region.

  "Ooh, baby," she moaned, "do it. Lick my ass. Put your finger
in." Taking her cue, I moved my right hand toward her vagina,
slipping the two fingers of my left hand from it. Briefly she
pouted, "oh," but soon two fingers of my right hand were inside
her prized hole. And, the dripping fingers of my left hand moved
toward her ass hole. First, I let my tongue penetrate this
quietly prized opening.

  With my tongue sated, my fingers, dripping with cunt juice,
penetrated Alyssa's back hole. She cried out, "Yes!" I planted
tiny wet kisses along her spine as my fingers worked magic with
her front and rear canals. "Kah-Rist!" Her orgasm was so powerful
she was blasted off my fingers. Alyssa caught her self with an
outstretched hand as she momentarily lost her balance, falling to
the floor softly but certainly.

  Regaining her senses, righting herself to a seated position on
the floor. And, turning to face me. "Damn, Frank," she sputtered,
admiring my raging steel. "How come you ain't got a wife?" she
asked, crawling toward me, wetting her lips with her tongue. I
didn't answer her question. The answer is too obvious .., too
painful. "SHit," taking my cock in her hand, "d'u want one,"
swallowing my length.

  She sucked me VERY enthusiastically, desperate to "taste you,"
she told me. I slowly moved her off my prick, bringing her tits
to my mouth and my hands to her ass. "fuck, ooh," she moaned as I
worked her rump cheeks and suckled her tits. She pushed me back,
into a supine position on the bed and took a position on her side
beside me. Alyssa held my head against her chest, breast feeding,
as she stroked my cock gently.

  I suckled at one tit as my right hand fondled the other. Alyssa
spread her legs slightly as my left hand worked toward her pussy.
When I touched her folds she leaned toward my ear, whispering, "I
want you inside me.., bare. I want you, cum in me."

  I rolled away from her tits, pulling my hands and lips from
her. She climbed onto my cock, tweaking my nipples with her
finger tips. Alyssa fondled her own tits and nipples as she rode
my stick, purposefully. I reached for her, she leaned toward me.
I held her tightly as we kissed. My hands roamed over her ass and
her back. My fingertips massaged her spine, she shivered
slightly.

  As our breathing came quickly and became synchronized I rolled
us over, never removing my cock from her pussy. On top of her my
piston motion became quick and deep. Alyssa's hands roamed over
my ass and she alternately took one of my nipples in her mouth,
suckling and licking.

  My scrotum drew tight, I was close. Too close. I forgot for the
moment I can't make a baby, I hesitated, ready to draw out.
Briefly, it crossed my mind I'd already exposed myself to
whatever STD she might be carrying. And, as I began to draw out,
I knew I was clean before I penetrated her succulent treasure
with my bare rod. She pulled me into her, "No. It's okay. Cum In
Me."

  Fuck it.

  And, I did.

  Deeply and Thoroughly.

  "YES. OH, FUK'n Yeah, 'lyssa." Relief washed off me, the tide
from a beach. Ecstasy flooded Alyssa's face as it did mine. We
rolled onto our sides, facing each other, still joined by my shot
but slow to soften dick.

  We slept together naked. My seed dripped from my flaxen member,
coating her thighs.

  In the morning she prepared pancakes and eggs for our
breakfast, fulfilling another of my long held wishes.

  It can't last.., it never does....