"The Dick 1"( MF+ interr anal feet ds )[1/4]

It was one of those god-awful summer nights in the city. The midnite hour was
fast approaching and the temperature readout flashed 98 degrees on the bank
clock. The humidity turned any dry piece of clothing into a sweaty rag. It
was under these ideal conditions that I aimed my binoculars at a dining room
window of a second story apartment.

I had followed a well dressed black man to the apartment where he proceeded
to dine with a redhead who appeared to be his mistress. The girl seemed to
giggle at just about anything he said. A regular charmer, this guy was. I
took a camera shot of this conversation then let my mind drift back to a
meeting earlier this evening.

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I hadn't had a new client for over a week. Not that such a dry spell was
unique for me in any way. I put in a final call to an old client to see if he
had any new investigation business he needed taken care of. After about 20
minutes of needless chit-chat he closed with, "Sorry, Frank. I really don't
have anything for you right now."

As I hung up the phone I heard a knock on my door. I yelled, "it's open." To
say that a woman walked in would be to understate the event. I'd worked for
plenty of female clients in my days as a dick, but never had I laid eyes on a
dame like this. Sexuality oozed from every pore of her smooth, dark skin. Her
full hips swivelled back and forth within a close-fitting business suit as
she took a seat across from my desk.  As I leaned forward upon my desk to get
a closer view, she crossed her legs in a way that was obviously done for
affect. Her rounded knees protruded outwardly from a short slit within her
skirt. The dramatic curve of her calves mirrored the larger curves of her
body. Her exquisite legs were encased within white silk stockings, and a
black pump was dangling precipitiously from the toes of her beautiful left
foot. I took in this entire view from a quick sweep of my eyes. "Never leer
at a client." It was a good rule to live by.

Staring into two jet black eyes I listened as she asked, "Are you Mr. Chase?"

"Most days."

An angelic smile spread across her face as she said, "I believe you know a
co-worker of mine, Ronnie Moore?"

"Yeah, I've worked some for Ron."

"Well he told me that you could help me out here. Are you ready to hear my
story? I'll keep it as brief as I can."

"Take as long as you wish ma'am."

"I was your typical ghetto kid from a broken family. I had no intention of
remaining there and began placing myself in the path of affluent men by the
time I was 18. Mostly bars, health clubs, that sort of thing. At an aerobics
studio, fifteen years ago, I met a man from one of the wealthiest black
families in this city, the McLemore clan. I caught Bernard's eye, and before
the year was over we were married. I guess I loved him at one point, but I'd
always seen him as a means to an end in terms of the life I wanted. He put me
through college and business school, and allowed me to take a job as a broker
at Helgesen-Smith."

"All of this went according to my grand plan. From the beginning, I was
allowed to take control of Bern's finances, much to the relief of his family.
He's a spendthrift and his family was getting tired of upping his monthly
stipend. I put him on a tight budget, and have played the remainder of his
stipend within various markets. I've taken precautions to ensure that Bern
and his family aren't aware of any of this investment activity. The greedy
bastards forced me to sign a pre-nuptial agreement before the wedding, so
this is my way of getting my share."

"I recently hit big on an investment and am looking to quit this marriage. I
know Bern has been cheating on me, but since he's never been a very good
lover, I've ignored it and immersed myself in my work."

At this point she paused, so I took up the slack in the conversation.

"So you're here to hire me to find proof of Bernie boy's infidelity?"

She smiled again and lightly inhaled, causing her ample chest to expand to
even greater proportions, as she replied, "You're pretty smart for a white
boy."

"Ma'am, I'm twenty plus years from my days of being referred to as a boy."

"Well Mr. Chase, I'm still far too young to be referred to as ma'am. If I'm
gonna hire you, you'd better call me Chantell, or Chan, or Channie for
short."

"Well Ms. Chantell I'd love to work for you, and you can call me Frank."

She paid my retainer in cash and told me where I could expect to pick up
Bern's trail. She explained that she regularly worked the graveyard shift at
Helgesen-Smith monitoring the Asian stock markets during the dead-of-night.
She continued, "I get off from my shift at 4:00 a.m. If you finish tailing
Bernard around that time I wouldn't mind receiving a preliminary report. I'll
swing by this building, and if I see your light on I'll stop in, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll probably be here," I muttered as she swung her incredible ass out
the door.

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I was fondly reflecting upon her narrow waist, her striking nose, her
naturally full lips, and her sexy feet when I saw a light flash out at the
corner of my eye. I sat up quickly and noted that Bernard and his carrot-top
lover were moving on to another room. I grabbed my camera and bolted toward
the building. As I walked around to the side of the building, I found a
balcony opposite a lit room. I scrambled up the side of the building and
landed stealthily onto the floor of the deck. I breathed a sigh of relief
when I noticed that the curtains over the patio doors were cracked open about
2 inches. I brought out a directional mike, pointed it toward the bed, and
turned on the mini-recorder I had within my pocket. I sat down beside the
glass doors with my camera propped on my knees, and proceeded to enjoy the
scene.

Bernard was sitting naked on the bed, stroking his thin five-incher, as his
beautiful girlfriend did a slow striptease in front of him. During her
sensual dance she paid a lot of attention to her clit. She started by rubbing
it with the palm of her hand through her panties. By the time she had
stripped down to a pair of dark stockings, she'd had two orgasms by my count.

She had long red hair that flowed down and around her shoulders. Her skin was
a milky white with striking red moles on her thigh and belly. She looked to
be in her late teens or early twenties. She had some remaining baby fat that
gave her tits and hips some extra curvature. Her aereolas were wide and pink
and she kept her round nipples erect with one hand, as her other hand was
busy on her clit. She had a round, soft face that was highlighted by emerald
green eyes. She had to be as fine a young, white fuck that Bernard was apt to
find anywhere; but, why he was messing around when he already had a drop-dead
gorgeous wife was beyond me.

I'd took two photographs when Bernie grunted, "Ah shit, it happened again."

The girl opened her eyes from her dancing reverie and moved toward the bed.
"Oh my darling, did you come early, again?"

Bernard mumbled, "Yeah. Sheila, your dancing is just too erotic for me. I
guess we should start right into the screwing for now on."

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll clean it up like I always do. You know how I love
the taste of your cock cream!"

She proceeded to lick his dick along its length. She took a long time
cleaning up Bern's premature ejaculate. She played with his stringy cum with
her tongue and lips for at least five minutes. Her tongue was extraordinarily
long and dexterous. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but she
could wrap it all of the way around Bern's pecker, which was a feat even
given the relative small size of his prick. Finally she finished off the
remaining drops of cum on her mouth with a slow langorous swirl of her tongue
around her lips. She swallowed noisily and then gave Bern's cock a couple of
tugs with her hand to bring him fully erect again.

"Jesus, Sheila, you are one talented little girl."

She reached her arms up around his neck and moved close to kiss him, "Thank
you Bernie."

He held her away and retorted, "You know I hate that nickname, and you also
know I don't kiss you after a blowjob."

She looked down and said, "I'm sorry."

"I feel like doing you doggiestyle tonite, so turn around."

She got onto the bed on all fours and stared back at him with those
incredible green eyes. He commented, "Wow, your pussy is as wet as a
fountain." He didn't seem to have too much trouble pushing his way into her
vagina. Once he was all of the way in he released his breath and said, "God,
your pussy feels great."

"Oh your big cock is such a great fit for my whorish cunt. Fuck me like the
big, black daddy you are. Treat me like a dog."

Bernard grabbed a fistfull of her hair and yanked her head back. "Shutup
Sheila. You know I don't like that whore and dog and daddy language. If
you're gonna talk, talk like a sweet girl. That's what turns me on most."

Although, Bernie boy was obviously pissed, it was clear by the look on
Sheila's face that she enjoyed the rough tug on her hair. She immediately
moved her hand beneath her belly to her clit as he resumed pumping her from
behind. She made soft mewing sounds into her pillow as she brought herself to
orgasm, again.

It took Bernard all of 5 minutes to reach orgasm, again. But this time he
seemed to be satisfied with his stamina. His dick was limp within seconds of
pulling out of her. He collapsed onto his back while she crawled into his
embrace.

I almost forgot to take more photographs. Just prior to their somewhat mutual
orgasms, I took a few shots of them. I was disappointed about not getting
shots of her earlier tongue job, but reasoned that those wouldn't be the best
ones to show Ms. Chantell McLemore, anyway. I've found that when confronting
clients with evidence of their spouse's infidelity that it is best not to hit
them over the head with the most graphic sex scenes.

Sheila's pale body looked very inviting. From my vantage point I could see
her snatch was dripping all kinds of fluids. The two of them engaged in some
meaningless drivel, and then he finally got dressed to leave. I fled back to
my car. Bernard came out of the building and I followed him home. His bedroom
light flashed on briefly and then went out.

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My job for the night being done, I debated on whether to blow off Ms.
McLemore and catch some rest. I could always report to her in the morning.
But her image haunted my mind, and three hours didn't seem to be an
inordinate amount of time to wait. I proceeded to one of my favorite bars for
a few drinks before it closed. Hal, the bartender, often kept it open late,
so I planned on wasting two of the hours chatting with him.

Hal was busy with some of the other customers when I walked in, so I asked
the waitress for some darts and a pint of Guiness and headed for the
dartboard. I had thrown a couple of rounds at the board when a familiar voice
said, "You really know how to hit the bullseye."

I turned to look right into the sexiest pair of green eyes I had ever seen.
I almost blurted out "Sheila!", but I luckily caught my wits and responded,
"Hello."

A smile spread out between her long, thin, red lips to reveal two perfect
rows of white teeth. The striking juxtaposition of green, red, and white
within and around her face was dizzying for a moment. I collected myself as
she said, "Well hello to you, too. I was sitting over in the booth and was
amazed that you could hit the center three times in a row. The men I always
end up with never have that kind of focus nor accuracy."

I cleared my throat and looked down for the first time, noticing that she had
squeezed her body into a skin tight black dress that didn't quite make it
over the tops of stockings. I made a nervous attempt at humor and responded,
"Are you referring to darts or something else?"

She kept smiling at me and ignored my repartee. "Will you teach me to throw?"

As she said it she batted her eyelashes once. I tried to turn on my charm by
replying, "I'd like to, but if the cops bust into the joint they're sure to
arrest me for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, wouldn't they?"

She feigned a hurt look, extending her lower lip, "You don't believe I'm 21
years old?"

"I guess if Hal let you in, you must be of age. Come on. Step to the line and
I'll show you some good technique." Her face visibly brightened at this
comment as she took the darts and moved past me to face the board.

I was staring at her back and my eyes lingered a little too long on her
peachy ass when she commented, "When can we begin?"

She caught me looking and I blushed as I said, "Immediately."

"How cute, you're blushing. It's nice to see an older man who can still be
embarrassed."

I moved to her side and began showing her what a good arm and wrist movement
toward the board is, but she moved in front of me, saying "Show me like this.
It'll be easier to visualize if you're standing behind me." Without her
3-inch heels, I estimated her to be 5'5".

The added height caused her lovely butt to press right against my crotch as I
tried to concentrate on holding her arm and showing her how to throw.  She
threw all three darts, went to the board to collect them, and then snuggled
back against the growing bulge in my pants, again. As I was explaining how
she should change her arm motion, she interrupted me saying, "You know, the
humidity is amazing. No one can avoid sweating in this heat."

It dawned on me that I hadn't showered, nor changed clothes all evening. I
must have smelled pretty ripe to her. She slowly turned around and looked at
me with a sly smile, continuing, "Some women find sweat disgusting, but I
love the smell of sweat from a well-toned body."

"You're not really interested in learning about darts, are you?"

"Well, I am interested in knowing if you can sustain your focus and accuracy
on something other than darts," she said as she raised one eyebrow.

"You know, I'm old enough to be your - er, uh, - older brother?"

She leaned her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Well I'm old enough to
fuck you real good, big brother."

My dick, entangled within my briefs, was rock hard after that comment. She
seemed to sense my discomfort and sneaked a peak down to my crotch. I took
the hint, took her hand, and walked out. As soon as we got out the door she
spun me around, locked her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth against
mine. There was a moment where our lips explored one another before her
tongue went into action. "Her tongue," I thought to myself. I had just seen
that long sexy tongue perform some amazing acts a scant hour ago. Now it was
driving me crazy exploring every crack and cavity within my mouth. I broke
off the kiss abruptly and held her at arm's length. She was surprised and
asked, "What's your name?"

I was even more surprised, but responded, "Frank! Frank Chase."

"My name is Sheila Conaghan. Do you want to follow me back to my place or do
you want to do it hear in the parking lot?"

I stood looking at her slackjawed, so she grabbed my hand and pulled me into
her car. As soon as I was seated, she reached across and unzipped my pants.
I helped her pull my pants down, and when she pulled my boner from my
underwear the release from constriction was such a relief that all I could do
was sigh.

At the same time, she gasped, "Finally, a big cock for a change. This will be
a real challenge." She kissed my balls and stared up at me. "Frank, since you
didn't answer my question I get to choose, and my choice is to partially do
you hear in the lot and then take you home and finish you off there. Do you
have any objections?"

I wasn't sure whether my dumb look and lost voice was a turn-on or turn-off
for her, but since I was having quite a bit of luck with it, so far, I merely
replied, "uh uh!"

She smiled at me as she slid her long tongue up the length of my cock,
stopping to flick the pre-ejaculate off of the end of it. "We're not going
anywhere until this beautiful fat pecker erupts its cock cream into my
mouth."

She took a big gulp of air and then took the entire length of my penis down
her throat in one downward swoop of her head. Her mouth and throat seemed as
hot as a nuclear meltdown. I leaned back and enjoyed the ride as she rotated
her lips around the base of my dick. Her nose was buried within the curls of
my pubic hair. She then changed her rhythm and snaked her amazing tongue
between her lips, past the base of my dick, and licked my balls. I was just
about ready to blow when I remembered her words about wanting to meet a man
with focus and concentration. I bit down on my lower lip and pulled all my
thoughts away from orgasm and just barely held it in. I was enjoying the best
blowjob of my entire life when I realized that she had been deep throating my
8 incher for over a minute. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head off of my
dick. She sat up and started coughing.

"My god, you could have choked to death."

She coughed once more and replied, "Naah, I can hold my breath for close to
two minutes."  She was looking at me with a new sparkle in her eye, and
I recalled the look on her face when Bernard yanked on her hair.  She
clearly enjoyed a little roughplay with sex.

I decided I'd had enough of doing the strong and silent act, and changed my
tactics. "You are one nasty little whore. How much is this gonna cost me you
dirty little bitch?"

I could tell she was getting excited by this new turn. "You'll owe me at
least one mouthful of cum." She pushed her head down and started giving me
her wonderful external tongue treatment as she squeezed my balls in one hand
and jerked off the base of my dick with the other.

Noting that both of her hands were busy and knowing how much she enjoyed
stimulation of her clit, I reached beneath her skirt and felt her bare pussy.
"You filthy fuckin' whore! You're not wearing any panties!" This got her even
more excited and she wiggled her pussy down on my hand until her lovely
little clitoris was pinched between two of my fingers. I proceeded to work on
her clit while inserting one of my fingers into her love tunnel. Her cunt was
as wet as this hot, humid night.  I kept at it, as she was beginning to bring
me to the brink with her tongue and lips.

Just as I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, she pulled her head from
my cock and sent out a blood curdling scream before I could clamp my other
hand over her mouth.  I was shaken somewhat before I removed my hand. Her
breath was coming in gasps and I realized that this was simply her
orgasmic reaction to my hand job. A couple of guys came running from the bar.
I slid beneath her into the driver's side and pushed her to the opposite
seat. She was still half-dazed and banged her head against the door. I
grabbed her on both sides of her face and yelled, "Your scream has caused a
lot of trouble. We gotta get out of here. Where are the keys you stupid
cunt."

She found her purse and handed me her keys, saying, "Sheila."

As I gunned the engine to a start I replied, "What?"

She looked at me and said, "Sheila. You can call me Sheila. You don't have to
call me a stupid cunt on the drive home."

I didn't know if she had flipped some sexual switch, but I proceeded
cautiously with the dialogue thereafter. As I pulled out of the parking lot I
asked, "Where do you live, Sheila?"

"At the Westchester Apartments. Do you know where they are?"

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, feigning my uncertainty.

She was quiet during the drive, but when we reached her apartment building
she turned toward me with an innocent look in her eyes. "I'm sorry about the
scene back there. Sometimes I get into new sexual situations and I lose it.
I sorta meant to half scream, half moan, but I must have lost it with the
sexual shocks going up and down my spine."

"Forget it doll. It happens to me every night."

Her face lit up and she asked, "Then you'll come inside with me?"

"Just try to stop me."

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I glanced at my watch and noted that it was 2:30 am. I briefly considered the
ethical question of doing my client's husband's girlfriend, but I dismissed
it quickly while looking over her body once more.

She held my hand tightly as she led me to her apartment. Once in, I roughly
threw her to the couch and started taking my pants off. Her eyes went wide
while she whispered, "Don't diddle me. I don't want anything to distract me
when I suck all of the cream out of that big ten incher."

I laughed. "I seriously doubt that this thing is ten inches, but you're doing
wonders for my ego you little Sheila."

She smiled. She obviously had heard the affectionate play on her name before.
She kept her hands behind her back as I walked forward and rubbed my prick
across her face. Her eyes were closed as I did this and she occasionally
flicked that tongue out as it passed by her mouth. I whispered, "Tell me how
much you want it Sheila."

"I want it so bad that my cunt aches. Please let me suck it Mr. Chase. I
promise that I'll treat it really nice. I'm so crazy for your cock, I'll do
anything. You can even fuck my virgin asshole, just let me suck it till it
spurts. Please, please, please!"

As she pleaded, tears started forming in her eyes, and I realized that she
was probably some kind of sexual addict or nymphomaniac, or something. I
placed the head of my dick against her lips and she opened her mouth to take
in just the tip. She looked up at me, her tears refracting the green of her
eyes.  This scene just about caused me to blow my load right then and there.
I bit down on my lip, again, as I watched a fat tear escape her eye and roll
down her left cheek. She then looked down and concentrated on giving me one
of the best blowjobs I'd ever received.

Her hands worked my balls and cockbase while her lips and tongue swirled up
and down the length of my dick. Whenever she got to the tip of my cock, she
pushed her mouth over the end until it tickled her tonsils.  Then she would
pull off, look me in the eye, and repeat the process. I lost count after ten
cycles, and several minutes later I let myself go. She could feel me about to
come and squeezed hard on the base of my pecker. This cut off the flow for a
brief second while she slipped the tip of my cock into her mouth. She then
clamped down hard on my balls with her other hand, and with a yelp of pain I
squirted the first glob of semen out of my dick. I watched her swallow the
first stream and pull her mouth off of my cock. The second blast erupted from
the end of my dick and splatted against her mouth and nose. She flicked her
tongue at the head, again, and without further coaxing I let out two more
jets of cum that successively landed across her cheek and forehead as she
pointed my cock upward. I sent a final blast deep into the folds of her
lovely red hair.

I collapsed beside her onto the couch, and she proceeded to clean all of the
cum from my cock and her face. Upon rising to look at me, I picked the last
ribbon of jizz from her hair with my fingers which she licked clean, as well.
She smiled shyly at me and hesitated. I realized she wasn't sure whether to
kiss me, so I grabbed her about the waist and kissed her enthusiastically.
She responded in kind and squirmed onto my lap forcing her panty-less crotch
against my freshly cleaned cock which was starting to rise again. Her mouth
tasted of my cum, but I didn't mind. The sensation of feeling her tongue
within my mouth was too much to pass up.

Finally, we broke off the kiss and I stripped off her dress while she
stripped off my shirt. I was suddenly very cognizant of my ripe smell, but
she seemed so taken by it that she was licking the sweat from my chest and
stomach.

She seemed to be a connoisseur of fucking. She liked the rough stuff, she
liked the tender stuff, she liked nasty talk, she liked to play submissive.
This was one sexy young girl. I carefully picked her up and carried her into
the bedroom and laid her on her bed. Her eyes never left me as I lit the many
candles surrounding the room. I got fully erect while staring back at her. I
thought about what she'd said about her virgin asshole, and wondered how to
go about it as I'd never had the opportunity to buttfuck a woman.

As I approached the bed, she reached for my cock. I grabbed her wrists and
yanked them down hard. Her eyes went wide and they seemed to catch afire.
She yelled, "Don't hurt me you big-cocked rapist."

Now it was my turn to be surprised, but I went through with my plan and
pushed her back onto the bed while plunging my own head between her thighs. I
attacked her clit with my tongue for several seconds before she went into
convulsions. I stopped, but she eventually caught her breath and told me she
would be alright. I continued licking her clit while working two of my
fingers into her tight snatch. She let out an almost continuous stream of
moans as I gave her my very best cunt sucking. I moved my tongue constantly
up and down her slit, pausing to tease her labia with my teeth, and also
pausing to kiss her puckered up little asshole. I worked a finger up her
tight bunghole to loosen it up a little, as I continued to work her clit with
my tongue. This sent her over the top and she half screamed, half moaned as
she unleashed her orgasm. I greedily licked up everything leaking from her
cunt, and a final shudder ran through her body. I started at it again when
she yanked my hair and told me to stop.

"I can't take it twice in a row. I think I would die."

I took the cue and moved up her body, pausing to such on her pink nipples for
the first time. Her breasts were roundly shaped and my attention seemed to
affect her positively without sending her down some orgasmic train track. I
continued upwardly and reached her pretty face. Dark half-circles were
forming beneath her eyes. She looked exhausted, but she moved her lips to my
ear and whispered, "Fuck my cunt, Frank. Fuck me with that huge cock of
yours." Knowing she was plenty lubed I slipped my boner into her pussy. As
wet as she was, I could feel a lot of internal and some external resistance
as I pushed it up her vaginal tract.

She let out another gasp, complaining, "Oh my God! Your prick is so thick
it's rubbing against my clit." I started pulling out, but she yelled, "Push
it back in Frank! Make me cum again."

I started pumping her, slowly at first but then picking up speed.  Her legs
were clamped hard across my butt and I raised up on my arms to get a better
view of her face and tits. Her eyes looked wild with terror as I increased
the pace of my thrusts. A long moan stretched from her lips and I responded
with a moan of my own. Her eyes took on a glazed look as she uncontrollably
started beating my chest with her fists. The pace of my pistoning cock was
grinding her clit so hard that it sent her into orgasm, once again. She
closed her eyes and lost her voice, this time. She did go into spasms again
which kind of scared me, so I stopped. Her convulsions eventually died down,
and I shifted to her side while still hard within her pussy. She opened her
eyes and tears started spilling down her cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so
I caressed her and said in my most soothing voice, "It's alright sugar. Don't
cry. It'll be alright." I started doubting whether she was the rough-tough
nympho that I previously thought she was.

She started laughing through her tears which caused me to laugh in return. It
was as if she was guessing my thoughts when she said, "It's okay. I'm still
the hard-bitten whore you met at the bar. I just have never orgasmed
continuously like this before. Thank you Frank, you masterful fucker."

"You're welcome Sheila, you succulent little nympho."

That set her off some more, and we both laughed for a long time. Finally, she
pulled herself off of my hard-on with one last groan. She rolled over onto
all fours and said, "A deal's a deal. I said that the price for fucking me is
a mouthful of jizm which you dutifully paid. You asked how bad I wanted your
meat, and I offered you my last remaining virgin hole.  Frank, I want you to
screw that cuntbuster into my shithole.  I always pay my debts."

"God, you're one filthy mouthed little pisser. You can bet I'll fuck that
beautiful ass of yours. Should I be gentle or should I ram it in hard?"

This question caught her by surprise and she thought hard for a moment before
whimpering, "Please be gentle. I've never had anything inserted up into there
except your finger just now, and I'm getting a little scared."

I shook my head thinking, "Man this bitch has some crazy moods. Hot and Cold.
Dominant and Submissive." I moved between her rounded butt cheeks and started
by kissing her puckered asshole. She tensed up, but after licking and
spitting all around it she loosened up enough for me to insert my tongue part
ways up her anal canal. I'd never gone this far up a woman's ass before but
it didn't feel unnatural. The taste was plenty bitter, but knowing my cock
would be following soon, I was very excited by it all. I worked one and then
two fingers into her. She squirmed upon my hand and seemed to be getting
particularly stimulated by it all. Once I felt she was adequately lubed, I
got to my knees and pushed my pecker into her pussy once more to lube up my
dick. This surprised her and she let out a sustained groan. I pulled it out
and placed the head of my dick against her wet asshole.

"Are you sure you want my tool up your poopshoot little Sheila?"

This time it was my turn to be surprised as she pushed back onto my cock. Her
rectum and my prick were such a tight fit that we both let out a gasp as the
first three inches disappeared. I worked the tip of my cock back and forth in
her anus until it was almost all of the way in. We were both grunting pretty
loudly when she finally thrust her butt all of the way back against my
stomach. The tightness of her asshole felt great on my cock and I knew I
wouldn't last long as I started a consistent pumping action.

Sheila started yelling, "Ow, Ow, it hurts. Your cock is hurting me."

I abruptly stopped and asked, "Do you want me to pull out?"

She yelled, "Don't you dare you motherfucker! Keep pumping my shithole
Frank!"

I resumed my pumping and muttered, "I've never fucked my mother."

She heard me and said, "That's surely her loss."

I slapped her ass in response, and she let out a little yelp.  Eventually,
her asshole loosened up to the point where I was able to pump fairly quickly
in and out of her ass. I teased her by withdrawing all but the tip of my dick
from her hole and then pushing it in to the hilt with a certain ferocity.
This action seemed to change things for her.

"I had no idea how this would be. This is wonderful!"

She started moaning and screaming into a pillow as I continued to fuck her
ass. I could feel her cunt walls starting to contract as she went into yet
another powerful orgasm. This action caused her anus to contract, as well,
and sent me over the brink. I yelled loudly as I released my sperm toward her
colon. She felt my orgasm and lifted her head to yell, "Cum in my ass Frank.
Cum and cum and cum and cum ... " She trailed off into a series of moans. My
cock erupted for what seemed like an hour. The vise grip of her rectum seemed
to stretch out my orgasm. She seemed almost unconcious after her fourth
orgasm of the evening (with me, that is).

I was exhausted and collapsed onto her back. With the pumping stopped, her
asshole contracted about my still hard cock. I was unsure whether I would get
limp enough to pull it from her butt.  She whispered, "I've never orgasmed
without clit stimulation before. That was unbelievable."

I sang a little lullaby into her ear which seemed to change her mood, yet
again. She squirmed off of my cock and into my arms as if she was an infant.
When I finished the song she asked me to sing it again. I obliged and rocked
her fast asleep within my arms. I absently traced a circle around her red
thigh mole.

I can't fall asleep immediately after sex. Although I get quite tired, the
post-coital period is always a supercharged kind of exhaustion. For me, it's
like trying to go to sleep on a wired caffeine buzz. I let Sheila sleep as my
mind started to wander. Suddenly I realized that I had promised to report to
my client. What was her name? I couldn't believe that I forgot her name!