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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 9)
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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 9)
 
    The yellow bruising on my skin  finally gone from the beating by 
George.  A lost day at work, first in many  years; but I could just not muster the 
will to change back.  What makes me  worry, is that if I had, I would not 
have had to endure all of the pain of that  day, as my body let me know that 
myself lifestyle is a bit iffy.
    Hearing George telling me of  that night, where he found this slut 
riding Jack in bed as he was passed out  drunk and pissed off cause she couldn't 
keep it up.  And the bitch slapping  him, blaming him for Jack's condition. 
 Then George showing the fucking  bitch who slapped who around there, by 
spanking her and then beating her with a  leather belt and fucking her till 
she begged for mercy after a loud screaming  orgasm.  
    Nice story from George, and he  got a lot of the points correct, but 
more that the nasty fucking slut wanted to  be beat and fucked hard.  Geroge 
proud of himself and Jack pissed off at  being told he couldn't satisfy the 
bitch, so George did the job  proper.
    An of course they wanted to know  who the woman was that called me in 
sick at work.  Guess the office spreads  rumors.  I just smiled and said it 
was a fucking satisfying night for me  also.  Slaps on the back and a usual 
day of work, stopping with the boys  for a few drink afterwards.  Have to let 
the guys know that I am one of the  guys.  
    A number of drinks and lots of  conversation about getting laid, and a 
promise that if the slut Patrice showed  up, that I could have the first 
shot at her.  But that she would be sloppy  with seconds and thirds when they 
finished with her.  Unfortunately, she  didn't show.  I would have actually 
liked to have had that chance to fuck a  woman like her.  Flushing as I think 
how I am that  woman.
    Giving myself a good going over  with a dildo and vibrator after my 
shower and reversing.  Thinking I need  to get a waxing, as I cup my hand 
between my legs, as I lay on my side and fall  to sleep.  Dreaming of fucking 
myself and then Jack and then George, and a  bunch more of the men in the bar.  
My cunt admission charge for  entry.   Waking up and feeling my cunt slick 
and moist, nipples aching  and my body filled with sexual tension.  
    Finding it more and more of a  chore in the morning to turn back to a 
male.  Really not wanting to; but  the inheritance I have is quite nice; but 
income in addition is going to stretch  it.  Vowing to talk with Human 
Resources and see what I might be able to  get for a partial retirement.  Over 
twenty years on the job there is  pension and unused sick and vacation time 
and my 407 to supplement.  Being  a state employee has its perks.
    First thing I am going to do is  take vacation time and spend that time 
looking for a job for Patrice.  If  she works, then I can retire and fade 
into the background.  What I find  scary is that both parts of the reversal 
are working with Patrice as the  goal.
    The boys at the gym, well two of  them gave me a nice fucking in the 
parking lot in the middle of the night and  didn't see or care about the 
bruises on my backside and legs.  They just  pumped away merrily, depositing a 
load each into my pussy.  El Cid got his  piece of bitch, more on my terms as 
fucking then him raping me on the  stairs.  
    Something I have found out at  the gym is that I have a fetish, well 
most likely many; but this fetish is that  get extremely excited by sweaty 
men's jocks and their underwear.  The  stronger the musk, the weaker and 
needier I become.  Throw a sweaty garment  in my mouth and my body melts in 
helplessness.  Anything goes from  there.  A trigger I have to be careful of in 
the future.  Reminds me  of a movie I saw as a kid, my brother had it,  
Porky's.
    Doing Jack and George and other  patrons of the bar and my gym guys 
have kept me content the past month.  No  outrageous fuck session, just hard 
fucking and some soft to take the edge off as  I take a week's vacation.
    Dressing to the tee and not  being a slut, I was able to get a job 
selling homes part time.  A lot to  learn as I work days and then try to sell 
homes in the evening.  Not being  able to show them during the day a real set 
back.  My sales very meager one  house in two months of work.  I surely 
can't live on that and don't have to  as my sales manager let me go.
    Finally taking a retirement from  the state settling my finances to 
have a partial income and a future  pension.  My male counterpart becoming less 
and less as Patrice is now the  dominant totally in the odd relationship.
    Seeing as I now have days to use  to work on showing and selling 
houses, I find myself back asking if there are  any openings to sell full time.  I 
know I can get by without working; but  feel it will fill my days and 
complete me in some way.
    The sales manager a former sales  person and slick as grease.  His 
personality totally hiding his real  self.  Sitting in his office, again wearing 
a nice outfit as I listen him  go on about the market and how we have to be 
dedicated and sometimes show we are  willing to do whatever it takes to 
make the sale.  
    He is using his sales pitch on  me as he explains that sometimes 
choices need to be made and we shouldn't  hesitate to do what it takes to win or 
make the sale.  Seems repetitive  that expression, "whatever it takes to make 
the sale."
    "So, Patrice I have explained  the basics once again to you.  Tell me 
what you would do to make the  sale.?  Let's assume that you are trying to 
sell me on hiring you.  You have already told me about your willingness and 
your available time and you  do have a lovely personality and look 
professional.&  So, what more can you  offer me to show me that you deserve to be 
hired."  
    Having become good at reading  men, or so I think, I sit back in the 
chair and open the button of my suit  jacket and uncross my legs slowly.  Not 
as obvious as in the bar; but slow  enough to catch his attention.  The long 
smooth legs side by side as I go  over my abilities and traits and throw 
back to him what he wants to  here.
    As I lean forward to speak  earnestly to him my jacket parts and my 
white button blouse does little to hide  the hard tips of my breasts, pushing 
at the material.  My legs falling open  to show my velvety inner thighs, as 
my arms in my lap, accidentally raise the  hem of my skirt.
    My tongue tip, just brushing my  lower lip, as I start to speak again.  
"Well in conclusion, I think I am  willing to do 'whatever it takes to make 
a sale.'  And I would like to hear  what you need to seal this deal of me 
working for you again."
    My mouth slightly parted as I  wait for his response.  I have a feeling 
that he has used this approach to  hiring often in the past.  And maybe his 
letting me go before; was part of  his technique to get the offer he wants.
    The man a true salesman, and not  playing his hand, but waiting for me 
to sweeten the deal.  Ah, fuck.   He is going to hire me or not; what do I 
have to lose here.
    Standing up and taking my suit  jacket off and placing it neatly on the 
back of the chair, then turning to his  office door and walking to it, and 
locking it.  My eyes meeting his as a  small smile appears on his lips.  He 
knows he has won the  negotiation.  Walking back to my chair and undoing the 
buttons on my  blouse.  "Shall I continue?"  His nod curt as he sits back 
in his  plush chair.  My hands pulling the sides apart and exposing the pert  
mounds.  The hard tips pointing straight out, as the pear like fruit hang  
firmly on my chest.  No sag at the  moment.      
    Slipping the blouse off and  folding it neatly over my jacket and 
reaching behind to undo the button and  zipper on my skirt.  The sound of the 
teeth disengaging loud in the room,  as I let the skirt slide down my long 
thighs and legs and puddle around my  ankles.  Standing for a moment to let him 
take in the nakedness of my body,  the smooth skin, the flat plane of my 
mound, well almost flat, the puffiness of  my hairless pubes.  The tones length 
of my legs.  
    Stepping out of the skirt, and  bending to place that neatly on the 
chair and my heels beside the chair, as I  pad naked around his desk.  No 
protest or outrage as I look down at him and  lean over to softly kiss his lips.
    "What would you like  Boss?"  My question an assertion of what this 
will get me and at the same  time an acknowledgement of our status.
    His hands finding my waist and  cupping my ass cheeks as he pulls me so 
he can suck on my nipples.  The  hands checking out my other parts as he 
nurses on my small breasts.  My  breathing heavier as his fingers find the 
puffy lips of my labia and finger tips  press into the wet opening.
    I seem to become wet almost  instantly to deciding that I might have 
sex.   I guess that is a good  trait for slut like me.  Nothing good about a 
dry fuck.
    Looking over his head at his  wall filled with awards of his 
salesmanship skills.  His lips greedily  tugging and pulling and biting my nipples and 
breast flesh.  Parting my  legs as his fingers press into my pussy and 
wiggle against the warm wet  walls.  
    I am prostituting myself for a  job; but I am also enjoying the process 
of using my body for gain and also for  pleasure.  Pushing away from the 
man and turning his swivel chair to face  me as I kneel in front of him.  His 
hands in my hair, stroking it as I  reach and undo his trousers.  Pulling 
them down to his lower legs, his feet  kicking them off.
    My hands on the inside of his  knees and parting them wide, as I knee 
walk closer.  His hips shifting and  ball sack hanging over the edge of the 
seat, as his erect cock waving invitingly  to me.
    Putting a wide smile on my face  as I look up to his eyes and then 
lower my head to kiss the tip of his  cock.  The faint taste of his pre cum 
against the tip of my tongue, as my  fingers grasp the firm shaft and then milk 
my fingers up the shaft, to force a  drop of clear pre to appear.  Using a 
finger to swipe it around the  mushroom cap and beginning to slick his cock 
for whatever he  desires.
    My lips capturing the fat knob  and holding it as my tongue swirls 
around his glan and wets the warm  surface.  One hand moving to heft his balls 
in the palm of my hand and feel  the fullness as I give them a slight 
squeeze. 
    His groan a reward, as I push  his cock against his tummy and lower my 
head to suck on his balls, one then the  other, teasing them with kisses and 
then suckling them like sweet morsels in my  mouth.  
    The musk of his groin strong and  potent, as I inhale the muskiness of 
his lower body.  My own moan real as I  feel a clenching of my thighs on my 
cunt lips.  My arousal building with  each movement of my lips and tongue 
over his cock.
    Taking the head in my mouth  again and then raising on my legs to push 
my head slowly down his shaft, my  cheeks pulling in and out, sucking the 
large man teat.  
    His pubic hair tickling my face  and nose as I nuzzle against the base 
of his cock, feeling the head bumping the  back of my throat, as I bare my 
teeth as I pull back, hearing his moan of  pleasure as the teeth, press the 
ridges along the lenth and massage the  sensitive nerve endings.
    The hand on my head pulling me  off the  cock as I look up.  "You give 
a good blow job Patrice; but I  need to fuck that hole of yours.  You are 
going to have me blow my wad in  your mouth."
    Standing up and feeling his  fingers press into my cunt and saw in and 
out for a few strokes; before he turns  me around and bends me over his 
desk.  The shuffling behind me and then his  bare flesh against my ass cheeks 
and his cock, finding the opening between the  back of my thighs, to push into 
the wet opening of my cunt.  
    Reaching across the desk and  spreading my legs wider, as my walls 
clench on his cock head and shaft.   Groaning as he slowly pushes in and pulls 
out,.  Either trying to arouse  me, or to keep himself from cumming.  
    My chest heaving as I moan in  frustration as he slowly fucks me and 
not the hard thrusts I want, I need.   My muscles massaging his prick, as my 
insides ripple with each thrust and  reaching to my clit and rubbing it hard, 
building the need quickly and then a  contraction on his cock and another.  
Cumming on his cock, making him  believe that he done it rather then my 
finger.
    Spraying his cock and my fat  cunt lips with the greasy seepage of my 
cunt and then rewarded with his grunt  and spasm as his cock spurt his load 
of seed deep in my cunt.  Kegeling to  milk at his shaft.  Moaning loudly as 
he empties his nuts into my  cunt.  Feeling the emptiness as he pulls free 
and the thick cream seeps  from between my labia and I reach to cup the 
puddle of seed in my hand,  protecting his carpet from the stain of semen.
    Feeling him wiping his cock on  my ass cheeks and still cupping between 
my legs to catch the discharge, as I  kneel down and lick avidly at his 
cock, cleaning it of my cunt and his  cum.  Looking around for  tissues and 
finally finding a box, as I wipe  at my squishy lips and clean my hand with a 
lick of my tongue and then feeling  the tissue sticky and disintegrating to a 
pulp.  
    Feeling self conscious as I find  my skirt and blouse and turn away to 
dress.  "Now do I have the job or  not?" My best winsome look and smile, 
waiting to confirm that I passed his  test.
    "Patrice, I will take you on  full time; but you will have to report to 
me weekly other then the regular sales  meeting, so I can judge how you are 
coming along.  his meaning needing no  interpretation by me, as I will be 
his fuck buddy till he finds someone else to  suck and fuck his cock.
    "Thank you sir."  Unlocking  the door noisily and smiling sweetly to 
the girl at the desk.  Knowing she  already is aware of how I sealed that 
deal.  Well I can't say that I didn't  enjoy it,  just that it really was not my 
type of sexual encounter; but  once a week, I can do that for now.
    The job giving me more  opportunities to explore different men and 
finding that most after a house are  not very adventuress in their sexual 
desires.  A fuck or even a simple blow  job sealing the deal.  This day time job 
not really edging my desire.   Having learned to keep an extra change of 
clothing and wipes available to clean  up the situation after the deed is done.  
I like the feel that it is a form  of prostitution.  A house and a fuck for 
a fat commission.
    Nothing really memorable about  reality fucks.  The men just wanted a 
little spice to the  negotiations.  A did have my first black cock, I guess 
that is suppose to  be something special, something so taboo for a classy 
white woman.  He was  an older man in his fifties, not a big muscular body 
builder or fat nasty man;  but a neat medium height man and a little on the 
slender side.  I knew that  he was interested in a little more then the house 
and set up the date to meet  him there so he could check out the utilities, 
that he didn't in the first  visit.  
    His wife didn't know about this  second visit to the house.  The man 
still wearing a coat and tie as I meet  him in the driveway.  Walking with him 
to the front door and lock  box.  The keys jingling in my hand and then 
clumsily dropped onto the   door sill.  Squatting down to pick them up and legs 
wide holding the pose  for a few seconds and then looking up to see the man 
staring at my skirt that  had ridden a number of inches up my thighs.  His 
eyes were fixed between my  legs and most likely seeing the full lips.
    If I touched his cheek, I know  it would be hot from flushing, as he 
looked away as I stood up and opened the  door.  He is a boxer man, cause that 
outline running down his pants wasn't  allowed loose by jockeys.  My eyes 
raising slowly from his crotch as he  steps past me into the house.  That I 
have seen the hard on he is trying to  hide is pretty evident as I smile 
sweetly and lead him to the basement and all  those lovely features down there.
    The man really had no clue about  the heating system or A/C or hot 
water heater and the electrical boxes.   His hand on the door to the breakers, 
looking in and I can hear him muttering as  he tries to count up the amps.
    Gently pressing against his back  as I let the fragrance of my perfume 
waft in the surrounding air.  My right  breast grazing the back of his arm.  
"Is there anything else you would like  to see or check out Mr. Devlin?  
Careful you don't get a jolt from that  box.  I hear boxes are temperamental 
at times."
    My hand touching his arm as he  turns away from the box.  His arm now 
brushing my breast as I am close to  him.   Looking down at the impression of 
my breast under my blouse and  the dimpling of the hard unfettered nipple 
against the material.
    His eyes seeing the thrust of  nipple as I stand in front of him and 
look into his dark eyes.  "What else  would you like to see."  My eyes 
lowering to my chest and back to his  eyes.  Seeing the flicker of interest, as he 
licks his dry  lips.
    Tilting my head looking askance  at him, one more time asking a leading 
question.  "You have seen the  basement and the utilities are great, would 
you like to check out the house one  more time and I could answer any 
question you have and find out what you need to  sweeten the deal.  I think you do 
like what you see, don't you?"  My  voice teasing with the double meanings 
as I lead him up the stairs, knowing he  is looking at the tightness of my 
skirt on my ass cheeks and the long legs, bare  and nicely toned.
    Seeing he has let me climb high  enough for the old rascal to try to 
look under my skirt.  Smiling at him,  encouraging as I walk through the first 
level of the house and then lead him up  the stairs to the upper level, 
which has two baths and four  bedrooms.
    "The house doesn't come  furnished; but as you look, you can see the 
possibilities for you and your  family to make this house a lovely home."  
Walking through one bedroom and  then to the next, which is the master bedroom. 
 Leading him past the bed to  the master bath.  Noticing he has seen the 
magazine on the  nightstand,  Black on White.  The front picture  showing it 
is not about the old days of TV; but about interracial sex.  The  glaring 
headline on the front.  "White Women, Need A Good Black  Man."
    Letting Mr. Devlin see the  magazine and then picking it up and folding 
it to hide it from view.  The  shiny porn mag rolled up in my hand as my 
other hand circles and slowly moves up  and down the roll.  His eyes watching 
my hands and then looking at  me.  "Well, what else might I show you in this 
bedroom."  My hand  going to my mouth as I pretend to be shocked by my 
words, throwing the magazine  down on the bed, the pages open to a spread, yes a 
real spread of a white woman,  looking up in awe at a black man with a 
monstrous hard on.
    My eyes going wide at the sight  and hand to my mouth again in shock.  
"Oh my god."  The words escaping  my mouth in a breathless moan.  Sitting 
down on the bed and fanning my hand  in front of me.
    The man not saying a word as he  looks to the pages and then back to 
me.  My eyes finally moving from the  page to gaze at his crotch and the 
obvious hard on.  This scenario taking  more time then I would like, as look up 
at him and my lower lips  trembles.
    "Is that real?"  My  innocent question low and soft.  "I think it is."  
Answering my own  question as I reach to touch the outline of his cock.  
Hearing his gasp at  my fiingers move around and press his trousers against 
the bulge.
    With my most innocent look, "can  I see."  My hand already at his fly 
and pulling on the zipper and opening  his pants as I slide to my knees on 
the floor of the bedroom and tug his swollen  erection from his pants and 
shorts.  Grasping the fat uncut cock in my  hands as I tug at his pants and 
slide them all the way down his legs.  Not  only a fat uncut cock: but a heavy 
nut sack.  Looking up shyly.  "May  I suck it.?"  My question always asked 
while I am in the motion of doing  what I ask.
    Pulling the dark meat down to my  lips, as I skin the flesh back 
catching the scent of male musk, that has been  fermenting under the foreskin.  My 
play acting done, as the scent and then  the taste of that lovely pocket of 
flesh makes my thighs squeeze tight on my fat  cunt lips.  Whimpering as I 
slide the skin back, tongue licking in quick  flicks at the fragrant texture.
    The shaft swelling more as my  tongue moves over and around the 
hardening prick.  The mushroom cap now  exposed as I blow over the piss slit and 
hear Mr Devlin groan loudly, his hips  rocking forward as he lifts on his 
toes.  Holding the warm shaft in my hand  as I lower my head and kiss down the 
shaft in little nibbles, till my teeth and  lips and tongue are teasing his 
hairy ball sack.
    Nuzzling my face against his  cock and nuts as I suckle on the full 
orbs.  "Oh honey, you are driving me  crazy.  His hands pressing against my 
head and face, as I worship his  crotch as I imagine it hasn't been worshiping 
in many years.  My nails,  raking over the delicate balls and squeeze gently 
as I circle my fingers to jack  at his shaft.
    Finally pulling myself up, his  cock still in one hand as I tug at my 
skirt and finally get it undone and  slipping down my legs.  Naked from the 
waist down as I fall back on the bed  and pull Mr. Devlin, by his fat cock 
onto the bed also.  My free hand  working the buttons on my blouse as i spread 
my legs wide for his  eyes.
    Hand still jacking his hard on  as he looks down at the baby bare cunt 
lips, fat ridges with a glistening of  pink in the partially open slit.  "I 
want your big fat cock inside of me  Mr. Devlin.  I want you fucking me hard 
and making me beg for your  cum."
    Sliding back, across the bed,  legs still wide as he crawls over me and 
then settles between my legs.  His  lips sucking on a hard nipple, as he 
reaching between his legs and shoves that  blunt tipped prick against and into 
my welcoming cunt.  My juiy cunt taking  his fat head and shaft as it 
spreads my tunnel apart.  The walls closing to  hold the thickness in my 
stretched tunnel.  Giving a hard kegel to welcome  him into my hot hole and rewarded 
with a loud grunt of surprise.  My cunt  walls squeezing and clenching as 
he lays on top of me.
    Wondering if that is all he has  he lays buried in my pussy.  His cock 
not overly long, most likely normal  length; but my gawd it is fucking 
thick.  Not quite the size of a beer can;  but feeling like that at the moment as 
it stretches my flesh to the  limit.
    As he pulls his knees up a  little, he begins to move inside of me and 
his thick barrel cock, has me gasping  as he pulls it back and then pushes 
it deep again.  Whimpering as I wrap my  legs around his waist and dig my 
heels into his ass cheeks, pulling the thick  piece of black meat deeper.  My 
body writhing as my hips jerk one way and  then the other, trying to force 
more of him deeper.
    Wanting to feel the blunt head  tickling my womb entrance.  Needing to 
feel that the seed when it comes  will be shooting hard into my womb 
searching for a fertile egg.  Whimpering  as he is lifting my hips off the bed and 
then slamming me back down with his  short hard strokes.
    Eyes rolling as I can feel his  cock swelling more, stretching my 
already elastic walls wider.  Then his  quick jerks, announcing each eruption of 
seed coating my tunnel and womb opening  with his thick white cream.  
    Reaching down to rub my clit  furiously with one hand, as his teeth are 
latched and biting hard on my left  nipple.  Trying to slap my throbbing 
button in the small space of our  locked bodies and finally with a nail raking 
hard over the smooth button.   My walls contracting hard on the lovely 
meat.  My chesting heaving as I  hiss and pant to an orgasm.
    His grunts and groans I assume  are from my cunt squeezing his meat in 
a death grip and wringing his seed from  his balls.  The man collapsing on 
my body and resting there for long  minutes as I work my cunt to continue 
squeezing his cock and keeping it in my  body and rewarded with a little more 
life as he begins to thrust again, the  shaft not as firm; but just as fat as 
I allow him a couple of inches of  push.
    The man finally laying on me  again as he shoots what little cum he has 
left in his nuts and I feel him  nursing on my nipple again as I rub my 
hands on his lower back and ass  cheeks.  My heels still dug into his ass, 
holding his shrinking cock and  his seed deep inside of me.
    Finally letting him go as he  pushes up.  His cock still fat; but with 
all the vitality sucked out of  it.  His thick cum running down my labia and 
thighs as I lay spread still  under him.  Pulling myself upright and 
swiping his thick white cream into  my fingers and licking at the puddle beneath 
me.  
    Then finger beckoning as I slide  to the edge of the bed and I lick his 
cock and balls clean of my skank and his  scummy seed.  A soft kiss on the 
tip of his cock.
    "Thank you Mr. Devlin.  I  so enjoyed your attention."  Smiling as we 
then dress quietly and I   follow him from the house.
    "I will be in touch  Patrice."  His smile wide, "I do love this house." 
Following him to  driveway and waving.  Then back to the house and pulling 
off the bedspread  and plastic sheet under it.  Replacing with the owner's 
bedspread and  taking the magazine home for further perusal.  Maybe I can 
find one of  those really monster black cocks.  Musing as I feel the seepage 
between my  legs and knowing I have to change my skirt before my next house 
showing.   The different men exciting, not knowing you will be doing next and 
also working  them to fuck me.  I suppose that makes me a bad woman; but I 
love the power  of my pussy.
      Still  cruising for a hard fuck or something different to whet my 
appetite.  I  know exactly what I need and who I need to help me along.  Jack, 
my jack of  all trades, can get me to the person I need, or is it people I 
need.  I  need to be used as I was at that house, where they hung me in the 
garage and  abused me body and soul.  I need a good hard use, not a hard 
orgasm; but a  good long use of my body and many orgasms.
    My "soft"  sexual encounters with my job, just a tease, sort of like 
edging; but  without the edge.  First I will get a hard fuck and then I will 
see if I  can meet those people again.
    Work turned out to be only the  one encounter with my first black.  My 
back up dress, loose and silky,  almost sheer.  A scooped neck, and short 
sleeves, a nice floral  pattern that has red flowers over my breast area, that 
will hide mostly the  difference of coloration of my skin to my nipples; 
but the silk would not hide  the fact that the material is keeping my nipples 
in a state of constant arousal  as the fine material brushes the sensitives 
nubs.  The fact that the silk  adheres to every curve of my body is a turn 
on also.
    As I said unfortunately, no man  to bite at the way the dress looks on 
me.  The husband and wife young and  in love.  No eyes for an old bitch like 
me.  Well not when the wife  was looking.
    Thankfully a later showing and I  didn't get to Frank's too early.  I 
had just enough time to stop home let  Fritz  and watched as he frolicked, 
did his thing and came back to give me  a hello sniff, under my skirt.  
Pushing that huge head away, trying not to  tease him; but I know he can smell my 
slight arousal. 
    "Maybe later, old friend."   It is nice to have a willing backup if you 
can't go out and get laid.  And  I might just let him have some, even if I 
do get laid, it has been a few  days.  Just those scratches around my waist 
and stomach when he gets too  aggressive don't look good when trying to 
seduce a client.  Too many of the  wrong questions.
    Grabbing my purse and spare cell  phone, checking to see all of my 
night out goodies are in the purse and then  driving over to Frank's Bar.  The 
mid thigh skirt riding high as I step out  of the Navigator.  Guess I haven't 
mastered the ladylike dismount from a  vehicle yet, and not it is a thing I 
want to learn.  So much fun, having  the guys looking for a "beaver shot" 
without the hair.  Wondering where  guys get all of these expressions from to 
describe something that can be called  a cunt and it tells you everything 
you need to know.  Hairy cunt works for  the unshaved ones.
    Giggling to myself, as I really  am not a ladylike woman many times.  
The door swinging open as I stand in  the door frame for a few seconds.  My 
eyes adjusting to the bar and the bar  patrons adjusting to seeing me.  
Because of my slutty reputation or in  spite of my slutty reputation; many of 
these men are trying to get into the  queue to get a shot at my pussy.  Some 
get lucky when I am needy and will  fuck just about anything.
    Waving to a few as I wend my way  through the tables and say "hi" to a 
few more and a couple of cheek kisses and  hugs for a couple of more 
gentlemen.  Taking a stool next to my regular one  and finding a Brandy Manhattan 
straight up waiting for me on the  coaster.
    Hoisting myself to sit on the  swivel stool and turning slightly to 
look around the room as I slowly cross my  legs.  It is a routine I have 
developed and that many of the men look for  in the hope of seeing up my dress.  
    Swiveling around and turning to  the man on the stool I normally sit on 
at the corner of the bar with the wall  behind me.
    My knees brushing his thigh as I  lean over and whisper, "you are in my 
seat."  The man an older man, pushing  sixty I would say with a little 
paunch.
    "Sorry Miss, would you like  it."  His face serious as I laugh at his 
response.  
    "That is a very forward  statement Mr. and we haven't even met yet."  
Seeing a flush of  embarrassment as he realizes how I took his statement.
    My hand squeezing his thigh in  reassurance that I am kidding.  "You 
could have offered your lap; but I  think I might get more then just your 
lap."  My eyes pointedly focused on  the slight bulge of his loose trousers.  My 
tongue wetting  my lips as  I turn to the bar, lift my drink in a salute to 
the man.
    My hand covering his, finger  touching the wedding band.  "I would make 
yo.u an offer for that seat; but  think that you might not appreciate my 
forwardness among other  things."
    His eyes looking down at my hand  as I ease the wedding band around his 
finger.  Whispering into his ear as I  lean over.  My legs opening wide, 
skirt rising, the tautness of the front  of my dress showing the darting of my 
nipples in the almost transparent  material.  My voice low for only him to 
hear, as my warm breath washes over  the side of his head.  "That seat isn't 
worth a fuck; but I will give you  and hand job right here or maybe a 
blowjob someplace else for the rights to  it.
    The man's ears turning a bright  red as he understands my meaning.  HIs 
hand trembling under mine.  My  one hand on his resting on his thigh, as my 
other hand moves above and touches  the bulge in his pants.  
    Prefering a man in boxers or  commando, I love the way the cock can be 
in a number of contorted positions,  while in jockeys, it is basically 
straight up and bulging curled straight  down.  This man has a nice bulge along 
the length of his zipper  upwards.
    "Well honey, can we work out a  deal here?"  My fingers squeezing the 
stiffening cock to encourage his  response.  "Do we have a deal?  A hand job 
for your seat?"   Giving him my most enduring smile as my fingers continue 
to massage the front of  his pants.
    "Sure," the single word  quivering from his lips.  Sliding off my stool 
and moving between his legs,  blocking the view of others, even if they may 
suspect.  My fingers defly  opening his belt, tab and fly and exposing his 
tighty whitey's.  His gasp  loud as I push down the waistband of his jockeys 
till I catch the waist band  under his ball sack, raising it up as if 
presenting the hairy bag for  inspection.  
    His shaft warm and stiff as my  long slender fingers wrap around the 
soft outer core and I slide them up to the  underside of the mushroom cap, 
then back down to the base.  My other hand  squeezing the tight sack, rolling 
the heavy nuts in my fingers.  The man's  breathing thickening as I wet my 
one hand and then let the saliva lube the  stroking motion.  I can feel the 
trembling of the man's legs as his thighs  hold me between his legs.  
    My words, goading him on as my  fingers work their magic and build the 
cock into an impressive object of  lust.  The cock really ordinary, normal 
length, normal girth, normal head  and cut.  But the heavy breathing of the 
man bordering on wheezing, giving  me a thrill of excitement.  Slowing my 
hand movement to build, to edge the  man's release a little more.
    Pressing his shaft against his  bare belly, as I rub a fingernail up 
the underside, pressing the vein into the  core.  Then again, slowly raking 
his smooth shaft with my fingernail.  
    "Oh, oh, ohhhh, I am going to  cum."  The jerking of his hips making me 
aware, as I feel the fat glan  swell, as I cup it in my hand.  The spurt of 
warm cream, a soild shot of  cum, as I jerk and squeeze, catching more of 
his cum deftly in my hand and  palming it into a thick white puddle of seed.
    My hard nipples pressing into  the man's chest as I keep the spurting 
prick between our bodies and I work the  last drops of his release into my 
hand.  Bending over in a swift movement  to lick at his belly and his cock 
head, cleaning the slick seed from his cock  head and soft belly, and then 
swiping it from the palm of my hand as I take a  good load of cream and suck it 
into my mouth, swallowing the salty and still  warm jism.
    The man jerking with the touch  of my tongue, and then standing to look 
at him again, as I continue to hold his  cock as it softens and shrinks in 
my grip.  Tucking the cute worm into his  jockeys as I pull them up over his 
genitalia and then re zips his  trousers.
    "Would you like a kiss to seal  our deal darling, or would you like to 
pass on that?"  The man sliding from  the stool, weak legged and swaps 
places with me as he is still dazed by the hand  job that he was not expecting.  
I wonder if he will feel guilty enough to  tell his wife, or just go home 
tonight and jerk off in the bathroom or try to  get a piece from his honey.  
Good luck either way.
    The bartender bringing me  another drink and a glass of water, which he 
knows I will use to clean the  palate and wash the seed down to my stomach 
and clean out my  mouth.
    I have done my one good deed  this evening, now I need to look around 
for me to get done good.  The  bastard Jack not here yet, as I sit in an 
uneasy proximity to the man, now  ignoring me.  I understand he is on a guilt 
trip; but he would have fucked  me in the parking lot if I had led him there.  
He did have a nice big load  of cum and a still good ejection system.
    The man moving away after  finishing his beer and another man takes his 
place, most likely hoping to get  lucky; but lucky was the first man 
tonight.  Finally seeing Jack walk into  the bar and work his way around with a 
series of greetings and whispered  comments, most likely about me and the hand 
job.
    Everyone would like to be as  lucky as that man; but are quick to share 
their thoughts on me when I am not  next to them.  Jack looking at me and I 
can see a brief nod of  acknowledgement as he works to the bar and a mug of 
beer.
    I need to talk to him and see if  he can set up for me to meet with his 
friends this Saturday.  I so need to  meet with them.  My itch is not 
easily scratched and I will give Jack  anything to get me to the scratching post.
    Sliding off my seat, drink in  hand and working over to where he is 
leaning against the bar.  Putting my  glass down alongside of his.  His body 
shifting to lean into mine, his left  hand, moving across his body to cop a 
feel of my left breast and pinch the hard  nipple.  Rewarding him with a soft 
moan, as his fingers become more  possessive and pinch hard on the turgid 
tip.  My eyes closing as he bears  down and my legs grow weak and nearly 
buckle from the  pain/pleasure.
    Trying to say something to him;  but the pressure of his fingers 
causing my mind to go blank, except for the red  heat of the sensations.  The 
strong fingers pinching and rolling the  rock hard tip, my hips beginning to 
rotate as I try to grind against the  barstool.
    "Please don't," the words  quivering as I try to whisper and find my 
voice is a low moan as he twists,  taking my breath away.  Helplessly hanging 
on to the edge of the bar, as he  manipulates me and brings me close.  Then 
his fingers released the  throbbing nipple and I almost collapse against his 
hard body.  My toes half  curled as I take a deep breath and another.  Not 
able to look up to the  mirror and see the lust showing in my face; but able 
to smell the stench of my  need wafting from between my legs.  The fat lips 
pressed tight; but not  able to hold back my mush and grease as it wets the 
swollen  labia.
    Jack a quarter turning to me,  his groin pressing against my hip, as he 
hides his hand and reaches down to run  his fingers over the thin material 
of my skirt, massaging the puffy lips and  then reaching lower to lift the 
hem and touch my cunt  with his thick blunt  fingers.  My eyes closing as he 
presses his middle finger into my entrance  and my walls tighten around the 
intruding digit.  His thumb rubbing the  folds and massaging the button, no 
long hidden; but throbbing with my heart  beat.
    My needy cunt arching forward to  press his hand between my pubes and 
the bar, trapping his finger in my wet  hole.  My breasts throbbing with 
sensation, thrusting and threatening to  poke holes in my dress.  My whimper a 
low sound in the back of my throat  and almost a purr as my mouth lips 
quiver, wanting to vent louds moans of  pleasure.
    His words, making me shiver as  he presses his groin against my ass 
cheek and I can feel the hardness in his  pants.  "Patrice, you are such a 
helpless cunt when you are needy.  I  already know you jerked a guy off and that 
just makes you horny or  hornier.  I have what a slut like you needs."
    His tongue licking at my ear and  then biting my ear lobe as I shudder 
against his fingers with a small  release.   "I have a hard cock and a hard 
fuck just waiting for a  whore like you."  His words adding to the 
excitement of my body as he  describes what I truly am.  My cunt and pearl in 
particular are my center  of existence at this moment in time.
    My control not even on the meter  of pleasure, as I would do anything 
right now, as my hips rock, pressuring his  hand against my core.  Not even 
able to beg him to stop and allow me some  monticule of self respect, as my 
ass rubs his cock and my cunt is trying to  press the fat finger deeper.  HIs 
thumb crushed against my pearl and the  edge of the bar, as I sway, my toes 
curling again and not able to contain the  moan as my walls contract on his 
most likely dirty digit.  My hips now  fucking to his finger, and I can 
imagine the men behind me watching as he makes  me cum on his finger hard. 
    Legs buckling as I grab at the  bar to hold myself from falling to the 
floor as he moves around behind me, his  finger still buried and he fucks 
his hard on against my ass cheeks.  His  grunts and groans signaling that he 
isn't bar from a cum himself.
    Shocked as I feel him jerk and  his seed wet and warm soaks into the 
back of my skirt.  His hand pulling my  skirt up in back and his cock spurts a 
load of warm cream on the top of my  crack.  I don't know when he pulled 
his prick from his pants; but it is  obvious that his cock is squirting on my 
bare flesh.  Pushing out a few  more lines of stringy cream and dropping my 
skirt, as he moves to my side again  and places my hand on his still stiff, 
but slick cock head. 
    My fingers grasping the velvety  glan and squeeze a few drops out the 
small hole.  The gooey seed, slick and  then sticky as I continue to squeeze 
his cock head and feel a few more drops  ooze from the opening. 
    My cunt greasy and wet from my  cum as his finger still is fucking into 
the hole.  Walls grasping at it as  I try for a strong orgasm.  His finger 
pulling free from my  nasty  hole with a moan of loss from me.
    Then placing it against my lips  and pushing it slowly into my mouth.  
My mouth opening and sucking on it as  he fucks my mouth with the skank of 
my cunt coating it.  Mewling with need,  as he teases me with everything; but 
his prick in my cunt.
    The seed on the top of my ass  crack, oozing down the valley of my 
cheeks, cooling as the strings of white  cream stretch and hang under my skirt.  
Feeling the wetness of the scum  against my warm ass cheeks. 
    Not knowing if the strings are  visible from under the hem of my dress; 
but needing to wipe somehow, as he keeps  my hands busy with his cock.
    My eyes meeting his, pleading to  free my hands, pleading to be fucked 
hard, like the nasty slut I have  become.  His smile nasty as I vocally beg 
again.
    "You bastard, I need to be  fucked and hard.  Please, take me into the 
parking lot or anywhere not  public and fuck me and make me beg to cum."  
Breathless as my insides are  roiling needing to be finished off.
    "Finish your drink bitch.   Then we will see about giving you what you 
fucking need; before you leak all  over the floor."  His words not loud; but 
also not whispered as those  around us can hear.  In spite of my seemingly 
shamelessness, I feel the  flush of embarrassment burning my cheeks.
    Lifting my drink with a shaking  hand and drinking it down as Jack, is 
sipping his beer, making me wait.   His fingers possessively tweaking  my 
nipple, as my insides cringe.   Whimpering as he pulls the sore nipple and 
twist it playfully as he talks with  the man next to him.
    Jack totally breaking me down  in front of the bar crowd as I am 
practically crawling against his  body.  Beads of sweat breaking out under my hair 
and between my breasts and  in the creases of my lower body.
    As I shiver like a person with  the experiencing withdrawal he grabs my 
arm and drags me to the front  door and the parking lot.  Stumbling behind 
him as he pulls me across the  lot.
    Looking around, and having me  strip my dress over my head.  His hands 
reaching out and grabbing my  breasts in a crushing grip, pulling me against 
him.  Tearing sliding down  my cheeks as I try to shake loose of his grip.  
My breasts screaming with  pain as he pulls me to him and then pushes me 
back, then back to him  again.  Using my soft mounds as his hand grips.  
Spinning me around to  face the trunk of his car and popping it open and then 
pushing me into it  naked.  Throwing my dress in on top of me and then closing 
it on my  body.  The darkness and closeness causing me to pound frantically 
and  calling out to him as I feel the engine start and pull out of the 
parking  lot.
    The ride seeming forever; but  most likely just minutes as he brakes 
hard and pops the trunk open as he comes  around the back.  Half pulling, half 
dragging me out of the cramped space  and shoving me up the stairs to his 
apartment.  My dress in my hand as he  slaps my ass cheeks hard, moving me up 
the stairs naked to stand while he  unlocks the door.
    Pressing me into the doorframe,  the wood, digging into my back and ass 
cheeks, as his lips bruise mine, forcing  his tongue into my mouth.  Hands, 
one groping my left breast, squeezing and  pinching, as the other reaches 
lower to crush my fat cunt lips in his hard  grip.
    Writhing against the frame, as  the pain and pleasure alternates.  
Feeling my core vibrating with need, as  he brings me close again, grabs my hair 
and pushes me to my knees on the  concrete landing.
    My face shoved into his crotch  feeling the hardness of his erection 
and then as he pulls his cock from his fly,  forcing my mouth hard onto the 
warm throbbing man meat.  My eyes wide as he  grabs my hair and then my ears, 
and uses my head to fuck his cock.   Gurgling and gasping as I noisily try 
to breath as he blocks my airway.   Saliva, tears and snot running down my 
face as he bounces my face off of his  crotch.
    The scent of his musk and urine  strong in my flaring nostrils.  My 
hands gripping his legs just to hold on  to something.  My lips bee stung 
bruised as he pulls me off of his prick  and raises my head to look at me.  My 
labia hot and swollen with need, as  my thighs squeeze to try to contain the 
leak of my grease from my needy  hole.
    "Turn around bitch," his wet  cock head slapping my face and then his 
hand following as I turn around and ass  cheeks raised look down to the 
courtyard below as I hold onto the bars of the  railing.  Hearing the rustle of 
clothing and then feeling his hardness,  against the inside of my thighs and 
then his hands at my waist, pulling me back  to be impaled on his cock as he 
thrusts hard forward.
    My body rocking forward, head  banging into what seems like the iron 
bars of my jail, as his body snaps into  mine with hard strokes.  The slap of 
skin and the wet suctioning of his  cock on my juices, occasionally 
overriding my continuous whimper as his flared  head spreads my walls apart, 
threatening to force its way into my womb with each  thrust, as I rock forward on 
my knees into the railing.
    My breasts jiggling under me,  aching for contact, as I  use the bars 
for hand grips.  The slap of  his hands on my ass, sounds like loud meaty 
explosions.  My eyes  seeing  a couple across the courtyard on the second floor 
looking at us,  framed by the light of the open door.  Another door 
partially open and  someone peeking and another opening and closing quickly.
    The hard fucking pounding going  on for long minutes as my labia start 
to become raw from the steady  pounding.  Hissing and panting, my heart 
pounding and breathing ragged, as  I push back to me his thrust.  Grunting and 
groaning my way to a strong  arousal.  My cunt rippling with each thrust of 
his prick and massaging it  with long hard kegels, till I finally moan loudly 
into the darkness, and my  walls grip in a hard contractiion, releases and 
grips again in a series of  looser ones.  My cunt in runaway mood, as I cum 
hard on his fat cock.  
    His thrusts continuing and my  walls still spasticly rubbing against 
his shaft and head.  Finally his loud  grunts, announcing his release as he 
slams me hard one more time into the  railing, holding me hard against it as 
he jerks again and again, emptying his  lovely pearly white seed into my cunt.
    Mewling contentedly like a  kitten as I feel him swelling and spurting 
the creamy cum against my womb and  walls.  My itch scratched as he pulls 
out and grabs my hair, tugging me  around to lick and suck as his slick cock, 
tasting my cunt and his seed as I  clean him of my skank and his scum.
    Holding my hands, "push the seed  out."  Looking at him and then 
working my walls in hard kegels to force the  precious seed onto the concrete.
    "Now slut I have to take a  piss."  Tipping my head up and pushing his 
cock into my mouth.  "Don't  spill a single drop or else."  My eyes wide and 
frantic as he begins to  flush the inside of my mouth with his hot urine.  
Lips sealing helplessly  as his fills my mouth and an gulp a swallow and 
another, as his piss blasts  against the back of my mouth and throat.  Choking 
as I try to breath and  swallow.  The piss going up my nose and out, as I 
struggle with closed  lips.
    The warm liquid escaping out of  my mouth as I choke.  The stream 
lessening and I swallow the last of his  piss, the taste and smell strong in my 
mouth and nose.
    "Clean me up bitch."  My  mouth licking at his cock shaft and head, and 
tasting the last few drops of his  piss as he slips from his slit.
    "Now clean up the piss and cum  you dropped on the concrete.  With you 
mouth and tongue.  I will be  right back to see if you done a good job."  
Jack stepping inside as I lower  my head to lick at the piss, tasting it and 
dirt and who knows what else, and  then the puddle of cum that me had me 
discharged from my cunt.  
    Naked, my ass high behind me, as  I move around and don't look up, 
knowing there are people watching my total  humiliation.  
    My cunt still throbbing as I  finish cleaning the outside concrete.  
Jack finally coming to the door and  taking his belt from his pants, wrapping 
it around my neck pulling the tongue  through the buckle to make a noose and 
closing his apartment door, dragging me  down the stairs with his makeshift 
noose.  My dress in his hand as my knees  are banged to hell, as I 
awkwardly follow and then across the parking lot on all  fours to his vehicle.  
    Popping the trunk and telling me  to get inisde, "I don't want you 
leaking on my seats.   Laying in the darkness trembling as he bumps his way back 
to the bar's parking  lot and has me step out of the trunk, still naked.  
    "Now Patrice, crawl to your  SUV naked, get in and drive home and go in 
the house naked.  You may put  your dress back on when inside."
    Looking at him for long seconds,  then crawling to my Navigator.  The 
blacktop rough on my banged up  knees.  My hands filthy with debris from the 
parking lot as I open my door  and climb in naked and well fucked.
    Looking again to him and then  driving home to run naked to my front 
door and into the house and quickly to the  shower.  Only letting Fritz have a 
quick piece of his bitch after I had  soaked in the pelting hot water for a 
few minutes.  
    The bitch fuck giving him relief  and me a pleasant glow as I climb 
into bed still leaking dog  cum.....
    
    
    
    
    
 
    
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