AUTHOR'S NOTE: For several years, a friend and I made the rounds, living out some pretty terrific encounters. These stories are fictionalized accounts of what made life so much fun for her and me. I start somewhere in the middle. Maybe in a later chapter, we'll go back to the beginning. Enjoy. Be in touch...
**This chapter picks up exactly where Ch. 1 ended.**
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The hotel was a good distance, but he didn't feel like sitting in a taxi in traffic. He walked a while. He was a soldier, or had been. He was used to a hike. Besides... it's hard to approach pussy from the backseat of a cab. Out on the pavement, that's where legwork always paid off.
He was hungry. He stopped thinking about food when the phone in his pocket buzzed. It wasn't Helen.
"I'm Eve. We just met in the café. Please call me later. I'm alone. Take care! xoxoxo"
He closed his phone. It buzzed again.
"Ur cock and cum so yummy! Hehehe! Bye-bye!"
He put away his phone. 'If I had a dollar for every text like that...'
He was near the hotel when he decided to buy a sandwich and read a newspaper. He took a seat in the back of a small deli. It was a familiar hangout. For all the nuttiness he enjoyed with Helen, he preferred most things to stay the same. Same restaurants, most days. Same hotel room, always. Same bookstores. Same gym. Same vice... but at least there the names and faces changed, except Helen's, and some of the details were different, sometimes.
His phone buzzed again, vibrating in a circle on the table. This time it was Helen, succinct as always when she was about to be naughty.
"I'm going out. Hahaha! DON'T ASK!"
Of course he would ask. It wouldn't be fun if he didn't. And anyway, she knew he would and she would have ben disappointed if he hadn't. Since she knew it was coming. Her reply was quick.
"I said NO! I'm not telling... except to tell you I know he'll be better than you! Bye... Hahaha!"
He felt the familiar tingle—the tingle he needed, almost every day of his life-leave his spine and light up his balls. His cock was hanging weird and loose in his pants. He had to reach under the table and make an adjustment, otherwise he wouldn't enjoy the sandwich quite so much (and in the right mood, he could love a good sandwich as much as he loved watching Helen slurp the cum off her own nipples.) Done. Adjusted. He sent a another text. "Ten o'clock?" (He never typed numerals, a habit many considered to be old-fashioned. Among the hyper-modern it was considered just plain rude, if not insulting. "Fuck 'em" was his standard, for just about everything.) "OK!" was the reply. He put the phone away.
He tried to read but he couldn't concentrate. (The reader here might be thinking he was distracted by thoughts and images of what Helen might be up to, but no... They had been playing this game for a long time. Read the Author's Note again. I said maybe we'd get back to the beginning some day... but not yet.)
He couldn't concentrate because most days when he started with a blowjob, especially from a stranger, he was content, at least through the afternoon. He thought of texting Eve. But Eve had just sucked him off, and he liked to give new ones a week or so before he decided to follow up. It was four-thirty. He had time to kill with Helen not home. Where could he get more? He folded the paper and scrolled through his phone list. He got all the way to the Gs. Gladys. No need to scroll any further. Not only was she fun, she worked nearby. After weeks of chatting, they'd had one meeting. It was brief, but intense. She wasn't a time waster. Why not give it a shot?
The café where she worked was around the corner. She was wiping down a table and didn't see him come in. He took a seat and cleared his throat when she walked by.
-My god! Hi!
-Gladys.
She made a mock-angry face and snapped a wet cloth at him, missing him but making her point.
-Don't you answer calls, mister?
She laughed and said she's be back with a menu. He asked her to sit down, but she didn't get off until six, and the place was full. He didn't want to stick around, and asked her to come to the pub on the corner.
A little after six she came in and sat down with a sigh and a frustrated face. The carefree manner she had just ninety minutes ago was gone.
-Problem?
-I'm in these shitty work clothes. I need a shower.
-Let's go shower.
-Haha... Drink first?
She had two and was sipping a third. He had water. He never had anything else.
-You're quiet. I've never seen you quiet before.
-Never? We dated once. Maybe I'm quiet more than you know.
-What's wrong?
-A guy.
She took another drink.
-Am I interrupting?
-No. He stood me up, twice. Last week and last night.
-Nice you gave him a second chance.
-Asshole doesn't know what he's missing.
-Tell me what he's missing.
She tossed a wadded up napkin at him.
-Like you don't know.
-I know I know.
He winked at her.
-Tell me anyway.
On the hotel bed she was naked, on her knees, her head down on the pillow. She waited for him to fuck her. He didn't. With his left hand he held the head of his cock against her, rubbing the head up and down the outside of the slit that was already soaked, giving the room a natural, even animal smell. She moaned. She told him to put his cock inside. He ignored her. With his right hand he caressed her hair, letting the long, soft, black strands fall through his fingers. She told him a second time to fuck her. He yanked her hair. Her head lifted off the pillow.
-Oh, god, YES! Hurt me, daddy! Hurt me and fuck me like a bad girl
She was a bad girl, every inch one, and on their way to the hotel he had reminded her how bad she was. She laughed hard when he recalled the first story she ever told him. (He had no interest in women who couldn't tell stories. For him, words and sex went together like coffee and doughnuts.) As the story went, her boss was driving her home but pulled into a motel parking lot. He whipped out his cock, a full nine-incher. She was too shocked to stop him when he forced her down on it. She was also too greedy to stop when he insisted they go into the motel. She sucked him off, drinking every stream he fed her. Inside the room, he fucked her until midnight. He had a wife. She didn't care. They fucked there once a week for a year. It hooked her on monster cocks, gave her a mission. God bless the Internet.
As he always did, he asked her to confirm how big her boss's cock had been. She showed him with her hands held apart, a finger extended on each hand. Lucky girl, he said. Bet I get lucky again tonight, she said back. Once they got to the room, she was naked before he had his shoes off. Every inch a bad girl.
