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I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes and wincing at the discomfort from the rawness on the end of my dick after yet another night of multiple fucks, and trying to understand what she had just asked me. "Let me get this straight, Louise. While I'm gone, you want to bring another man into our bed? Are you nuts?" "What do you mean, nuts?" she asked. "You know I have to have it every night. And it's only for tonight, just this one night. At least I'm being honest with you and asking first. The least you could do is be honest with me and acknowledge that I have needs." I shook my head in disbelief. "No, you can't bring another man into my bed, even for just one night. I'll only be gone for one night, for Christ's sake." "But John, I thought this was our bed?" she replied. "It was ours when you moved in with me and I agreed to share it with you. It's my bed now that you want to share it with another man. The answer is no, you're not sharing my bed, MY bed Louise, with another man." Now she was getting angry, and the more we discussed it, the angrier she got. "You fucking bastard!" she yelled. "Fuck you, you bastard! I'm leaving! Fuck you!" "Fine, I'll help you pack." A few minutes later, she slammed the door on the way out. "Oh, shit," I muttered while in the shower. "She still has my keys. Now I'll have to call a locksmith." The locksmith came just before lunch and started work on the door knob and deadbolt. He was just finishing when Louise showed up. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I think it's obvious," I replied. "I'm changing the locks. You still had my keys." "You prick!" she yelled. "I was going to apologize. But not now, you bastard!" She threw my old keys at me and walked back and got into the elevator, still screaming obscenities as the elevator doors closed. Some of the neighbors opened their doors and peeked out. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry," I said, as they shook their heads and went back into their apartments. "That was one hot piece of ass," the locksmith said. "Those tits and ass were something else. Bit of a temper, though." "Crazy, nympho bitch is what she is," I replied. "Psycho is more like it," he said. "I think you were right to change the locks. She might sneak in some night and cut your balls off." "Hadn't thought of that," I said with a chuckle. "Want some advice, kid?" he asked. Not really, I thought, but I guessed I was going to get some anyway. "Stay away from the hotties. Find yourself a plain looking woman. They appreciate you better. I know, I married one. Best decision I ever made." "I've been hoping for an appreciative hottie," I replied. "They don't exist, kid. Trust me. Stick with the plain ones." I was exhausted when I got back in town the next day. It was after 7 by the time I got out of the airport and back to my apartment. "Come on Laura, we're going to be late," Mary said. "They've probably already started by now." "It's just a bridal shower, Mary," I replied as we left the lobby, our arms full of gift wrapped packages. "It's not like Candace is actually getting married tonight." I glanced at my friend as we crossed the street. I love her to death, and she was there for me 100% when I broke up with Harry, but why does she always have to dress like a hooker in heat? "I saw you looking at me," Mary said. "Laura, honey, you know I love you and would never do anything to hurt you, but you need to start dressing better if we're going to find you another man. Don't give me that look. It's been, what, a year since you broke up with that shithead Harry? Come on, get over it, already. Baggy pants and shirts and no makeup isn't going to get the men looking at you." "Don't start with me Mary. Not tonight. We're just going across the street to a bridal shower, not bar hopping till 3 in the morning. No one's watching." "You're wrong, honey," Mary replied. "There are half a dozen men looking at us right now." "Looking at you, maybe," I retorted. "That's my point! They'd be looking at you too if you dressed a little better. I'm just saying, a little makeup and a little more leg and cleavage and you wouldn't have to rub your pussy every night by yourself. You could get a man to do that for you." I just shook my head and half smiled. There was no point in discussing it further. I wasn't going to win the argument. We weren't late after all. Candace greeted us at the door and hugs and kisses were exchanged all around. The most noticeable piece of 'furniture' in her apartment was a telescope by the window. "Candace!" Mary exclaimed, 'You're a peeper?" "Yeah," she replied. "A little hobby of mine. I'll probably have to give it up after Will and I are married. That's how I met him actually." She got about a dozen quizzical looks from the other girls in the room. She was obviously going to have to elaborate. "I was gazing one night at that apartment building over there," she said, pointing out the window to the left. "That's your building, isn't it, Laura?" "Yeah," I replied. "My apartment is on the other side." "Anyway, I was gazing one night when I spotted this gorgeous man, sitting by the window, reading a book. I watched him for a couple of hours and watched some more, off and on, over the next three weeks. I never saw anyone else with him and the more I watched, the more I decided I had to meet him. I bought a bottle of wine and got a friend I know in his building to let me in and I went up and knocked on his door." "You're kidding?" I asked. "How did you get up the nerve to do that?" "We're not getting any younger, honey," she replied. "Besides, my biological clock is ticking. I just figured, what the hell. If he slammed the door in my face, I still had my bottle of wine. He took it pretty well, actually, when I told him about the telescope. Even though it a bit funny. We talked the rest of the evening, consumed the bottle of wine and I stayed the night. And now we're getting married next weekend." Everyone smiled and giggled and gave Candace a hug. Someone was always looking through the telescope as the party continued. "No nympho wacko tonight, John boy," I said, looking around my quiet apartment. "Just my fingers and hands. And Mister Butt Plug." I tossed my suitcase on the couch and stripped off my clothes, tossing them on the couch as well. I stretched my arms and back, trying to relieve some of the stress from my trip. After pausing for a moment to look at my still flaccid dick, I went to the bathroom to retrieve my two inch diameter butt plug, along with a tube of lube and a towel. "Oh my god!" yelled Lisa, "There's a naked guy in his living room." "Let me see, let me see," said Barbara. She took Lisa's place at the telescope. "What's he doing?" someone asked. "He's just standing there, stretching, his back to the window. Oh no! Don't go, don't go. Shit. He left the room. Shit, shit, shit." I covered the corner of the coffee table with the towel and smeared some lube on the plug and worked some into my ass with my fingers. Aiming the plug at my hole, I slowly sat down on the towel and worked the plug in with slow, up and down bounces. Once it was in, I slowly rocked back and forth and side to side, forcing the plug to massage my prostate. Small dribbles of cum began to leak from the head, the perfect lubricant to massage my cock to a full erection. I had a fully engorged cock within a couple of minutes. With my balls hanging over the corner of the coffee table, I lubed my left hand and began massaging and kneading them ever so slowly and gently. I wasn't in a hurry. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I circled only my thumb and forefinger of my right hand and used them to gently squeeze and pressure the rim of my glans. Slowly rocking back and forth to pressure the butt plug, my glans was now almost as hard as a rock. The gentle up and down pressure on the rim by my thumb and forefinger was sending jolts of muscle spasms down my cock shaft. I just closed my eyes and let the orgasm build slowly, rocking my body and slowly caressing the glans. Cum was still leaking out, providing the lube for my thumb and finger. "He's back, he's back!" yelled Alice. "Oh my god! He's got a butt plug. And he's sticking it in his ass!" "My turn," said Mary. "Holy shit! He's sitting on a table now, rocking back and forth. Oh my god, look at the size of that cock. Come here and look, Laura. This is the guy you need to meet. He's in your building after all." I stepped up to the eyepiece and my mouth fell open. "Oh my god," I whispered. "Oh my god." "What's he doing, Laura?" "Oh my god, he's rubbing his dick head with just his fingers and rocking back and forth. Jesus Christ he's huge! And hard, too. Oh my god, my panties are getting wet just watching!" I could feel the cum start to pressure my balls and lower cock shaft. I backed off the pressure slightly on my glans to extend the sensation as long as possible. After a minute or two of near ejaculation, I finally stroked the glans hard a couple of times. The first spurt of cum hit my chin. The next two landed on my chest and the three after that oozed out the end of my cock head. I wiped the cum from my chin with my fingers and licked them clean with my tongue, then scooped up the cum on my chest and massaged it onto my cock and balls. I wasn't about to let the orgasm come to an end just yet. I kept rocking the plug in my ass while massaging my glans and balls. My whole body was convulsing, my lungs gasping with each spasm. I finally let out one last gasp and tensed every muscle in my body one last time before lying back on the table to rest. "He's cumming!" yelled Theresa. "Oh shit, it hit him in his face, and then his chest. It's still coming out. Oh Jesus! He's eating his own cum!" "He's still rocking and pumping his dick," said Zoe. "Holy shit, his whole body is jerking. Goddamn, my panties are getting wet, too. I think he's done, he's lying back on the table, now." Zoe watched for a few more moments. "I think he's dead. He's not moving." I rested for what must have been four or five minutes, occasionally wiping the cum from my cock and stomach and sucking it from my fingers with my mouth. Once my head stopped spinning, I got up, took a long, hot shower and then collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly, wearing just a pair of exercise shorts. "Do you think we should call 9-1-1?" Zoe asked. Candace took her place at the eyepiece. "He's not dead," she said. "He's moving, apparently still licking the cum from his fingers." A noticeable, loud sigh of relief swept through the room, followed by an outburst of laughter. "Oh no, he's leaving," said Carol. "No, don't go, don't go. Shit! He picked up his stuff and left the room." "Laura, honey," said Candace, "you've got to meet that guy. Oh, stop your blushing. It shouldn't be that hard. He's in the same apartment building as you, for god's sake. You don't even have to walk across the street like I did to meet Will." The party broke up about an hour later, with everyone congratulating Candace, wishing her the best. "Come on," said Mary during the ride down in the elevator, "Let's go introduce ourselves to that guy. I already know what floor he's on and it was easy enough to figure out his room number." "Are you crazy?" I replied. "We can't do that." "What do you mean we can't do that? Don't give me that. Of course we can. Your panties are just as wet as mine. Don't deny it. I saw you looking out the window the rest of the evening, after he got up and left. Don't deny it!" "I am wet," I whispered and giggled as we crossed the street. "And I am wetter now than I was earlier." "I know, I can see it. Oh, stop blushing! And stop trying to hide your wet spot. What better way to show him you have the hots for him." "Oh god, I can't believe we're doing this," I said as we rode up in the elevator. "This is it," Mary said. "Apartment 804. Push the doorbell." "You push the doorbell, you brought us here!" I said. "Oh shit, you're such a pussy. You want to get your hands on his cock just as much as I do. Your pants are wetter now than they were 10 minutes ago." Mary pushed the button, I hid my crotch with my purse. We waited. And waited. "Let's go, he's not here," I whispered. "No wait." Mary pushed the button again. We waited. And waited. The door opened. "Oh my god," I said, "it's him." "What?" Something jolted me awake. Was that the doorbell? I staggered out of bed and bumped my head on the door jam on the way to the living room. "Dammit! I hate when that happens." The doorbell rang again. What time is it? I peered through the peep hole. Two women? What time is it? "What the hell." I opened the door. "Oh my god, it's him," said one of the women. "Hi," said a hooker with the big tits and too much makeup. "We watched you earlier when you jacked off and we thought we could help you do it again. Can we come in?" She pushed past me before I could respond. Her companion, Miss Plain Jane frumpy pants, wet crotch frumpy pants, hesitated, then came in as well. "What?" I exclaimed, still wiping the sleep from my eyes. I looked at them, looked at the empty hallway, looked back at them and then closed the door. "What?" I repeated, still shaking my head and rubbing my eyes. "I'm sorry," said the hooker. "My name's Mary and this is Laura. We were at a bridal shower this evening, across the street, and we watched you jack off, and we thought you might like to do it again, with our help." "What? You watched me earlier?" I asked, still trying to shake the sleep out of my head. "Yes, with a telescope," said hooker Mary. "Oh shit," I muttered, staring out the window. I recovered my composure. "How'd you get in here anyway?" "I live two floors up," replied plain Jane frumpy pants Laura, wet crotch frumpy pants Laura. She continued, "We got really hot watching you earlier, all of us did, and we thought, um, Mary and I thought, um, thought you might like to masturbate again. With our help." I stood there, staring at them for a moment. I wonder, appreciative hooker hottie, or appreciative plain Jane? Wet crotch plain Jane. Maybe it was time to test the locksmith's theory of women. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 74