A Slut Life Ch. 05

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CHAPTER 5: POKE HER

“Were you serious what you said the other night?”

I was dozing on a lounge chair at the side of the complex pool. I lifted my hat, the same floppy hat I bought at the resort, and shifted my sunglasses down my nose a bit. Harold was standing over me. He pulled a nearby chair closer and sat down on it sideways.

I gave a quick glance around. There was space around us but I still replied quietly. “Of course, Harold. I would have thought my actions would have confirmed that.” I gave him a smile intended to remind him of what those actions were. I knew he didn’t need much reminding as his eyes shifted over my exposed body. For the first time, I was wearing the thong bikini at this pool. I wore a cover-up through the building and out to the pool but it was another indicator of my intentional attitude. It was erotic to have my tanned, bare butt on full display among the pool group that was considerably younger tenants.

“Well, how is your quest for sex going, then?” How bold… but then this was the man I shocked by sucking him off, then inviting him to dinner for the real purpose of fucking him under the pretense of thanking him.

I chuckled, sat up and swung my legs to the side to sit before him closer. He continued, “That’s the rub, isn’t it? Before, it was arranged. Now… it feels intimidating to create the situation.”

His eyes went over my shoulder. I knew there were a group of guys back there. Apparently, my new position with my nearly bare butt now visible had their attention.

He softly mused, “I suppose it is a balance between getting more and not seeming like you’d jump on every boner you create.”

I took the chance to glance behind me. Three guys in their mid-20’s watching me while making comments among themselves.

I nodded. I looked into his eyes, though mine were shielded by the dark glasses I wore. Was this man just a font of understanding words of guidance or was he looking to jump my body, again. After the last time, I had no doubt he would be eager to do it, again. And, the idea had crossed my mind, already. I had very much enjoyed him, too.

He was right. That was what I was struggling with. “Exactly.” I smiled. How is it that my main confidant about this is a man who could be my father? Not that I could ever discuss anything like this with my father. But since this relationship has formed, “It isn’t like these guys should be my source, is it? I mean, I want a jump, some sort of normalcy to life, also. It isn’t like I want a queue formed outside my apartment door.” I lowered my glasses, again, so he could see my eyes as I smiled. “Is that what you want to see in your building?”

He laughed softly. He had managed to keep his hands to himself despite the closeness of our knees, though his eyes frequently gazed at my barely covered breasts and pussy. The fabric of the suit had no liner and formed closely to my body. “No, discretion would be very much appreciated.” I smiled back at him. He was exhibiting an amazing amount of personal… discretion.

It became quiet. There was more but it remained quiet. I encouraged him but he shook his head. Not here he said, stop at his apartment on my way back to my own. And, he stood and left. I refrained from watching him leave. I needed to act like it was just a conversation. Innocent. Just the complex manager and one of the tenants. I reclined back on the lounger, adjusted my hat to shade my face. My body was flooded with that warm flush of initial arousal, though it would be covered by the bright sun. I saw the response, though. The thin covering over my tits. My nipples poking out clearly signaling my body’s response. I quickly lowered the back and turned onto my stomach. That might bring more attention to me but I could hide my arousal. I tried reading my novel, the latest thriller by Robert Crais. It wasn’t working, though. I was wondering what Harold had for me. I flushed, again. No, not that, I smiled, there must be something else.

I rolled to sit on the edge, pulled the short, semi-sheer cover-up over my head, and gathered my belongings in the beach bag, another reminder from the resort. It had been 15 minutes after Harold left. I would ‘discretely’ stop at his door.

I knocked on his door, the beach bag over my right shoulder. His door opened like he was standing right there. His apartment is on the parking lot side by the entrance not facing the open area into the commons. Was he waiting? Did he expect me to follow so soon?

The door opened. “Mr. Swenson, may I speak with you?” I didn’t look around me but acted as if someone might be listening from their apartment or suddenly appearing in the hallway.

He stepped back to allow me in. As I passed, he slipped the beach bag from my shoulder and let it drop next to the closing door. His hands firmly grabbed my shoulders and guided me to the end of the kitchen counter. I felt him grasp the thin cover-up and tug it up my body. He pressed me into the counter, bending me over casino siteleri the edge. His feet nudged mine open and I found them doing so. I was stunned by his action but equally aroused, too. One hand was on my back holding me against the counter as something else was happening with the other. I suspected and found out soon enough when his hand on my back slid down my back and ass to move the thin thong material to the side and his cock pressed against my pussy.

I gasped, “Harold…”

“Shhhh…” He plunged his cock into me. “Of course, you’re wet and ready.” He plunged in and out of me, his thrusts pressing my stomach into the edge of the counter, my upper body pressed onto the counter but now by my own action without his holding. “You were right, Teresa.”

My mind was dazed. God, this felt good. So different, though, from the time before. This wasn’t the gentle and loving older man I enticed before. This was a strong, self-assured man. This man was good, too.

“Wha… what… riiiiii… right?”

He chuckled between grunts as he plowed into my pussy, fingers now adding stimulation to my clit as he pressed over me.

“Your husband wanted a hot-wife. You wondered… now that you aren’t married, but want to continue with what you found you enjoyed… would you be a slut. You’re right… you are a slut.”

“Oh… FUCK… yes, Harold… FUCK ME! YES… I… want it.”

He pulled out of me. I moaned in frustration. He pulled my thong down my legs. I stepped out of it as he pulled my thin cover-up up my body and off. I released the tiny strings of the top as he pulled off his shorts from around his feet. I was about to go to my knees but he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch. He plopped down and pulled me with him. He held his cock straight up and I smiled lustily. I knelt over his mid-section, took his cock from him, and guided it into my open pussy. I sighed as I felt his cock filling me, again. His hands were immediately on my breasts as I leaned down to kiss him as my hips began instantly moving up and down over his rigid cock.

Nothing more was said, though there were many sounds escaping from both of us. I braced my hands on his shoulders as I bounced up and down on his cock. His hands grasped, fondled, and squeezed my breasts which was the only thing keeping them from bouncing and flopping. My eyes closed as the sensations flowed through my body. I was quickly rising to an orgasm and I could feel his cock was rigid inside me like rock. I felt his cock jerk, swell, and pulse. I shifted to grinding my pelvis on him, the movement providing a different motion and stimulation to both of us but it also provided pressure on my clit against his pelvic bone. I heard panting and gasping, moaning and groaning. My eyes flickered open and I saw his mouth hanging open but mine was, too. The sounds were from both of us. I felt his cock jerk violently inside, his hips rising off the couch and I ground down even harder. Just after I felt his cock spew the first of his cum into me, I orgasmed.

“My God, Harold…”

I had collapsed to the side onto the couch after our mutual climaxes eased. I landed on my back, my left leg hanging off the front of the couch, my right bent at the knee and resting against the back of the couch. My breathing still hadn’t fully eased as I turned my head to find him. He was returning from the kitchen with two large glasses of ice water. I admit my eyes quickly focused on his shrunken penis bobbing in front of him.

He moved my right foot to the top of the back and sat down trapping my left leg under his. I was spread open and couldn’t move. His eyes dropped to my exposed pussy and he watched for several moments quietly. I was sure my pussy was still somewhat open and there was probably some cum leaking out, too. His hand moved to my mound and his thumb began lightly stroking my engorged clit and pussy. I almost purred.

Then, he talked. I listened. I was beginning to think that when Harold talked, I should listen, like that investment commercial years ago. He confessed he was nervous about what just happened but wanted to show me something and he hoped he was correct about it. He was. He wanted to show me how much I really do need to be fucked. Now that I accepted it, I needed it. I arched my eyebrows and told him I wasn’t submissive if that’s where this was going. He laughed. No, I had proven that I wasn’t submissive when I took control when I ‘thanked’ him before. But the need for feeding the beast now living inside me also presented a problem. That was the other part of what he was showing me… how easily I might be taken advantage of. I needed a way to engage, to get my fix, as it were.

His thumb pressed into my pussy and I sighed. With a comfortable smile, I asked, “Am I right in thinking you have an idea about that?”

He smiled and brought his cum covered thumb up to my mouth. “As it happens, I do. For one encounter, anyway. If you are interested.” I smiled.

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A poker game. That was his idea. I told him that seemed an awful cliché. He had shrugged his shoulders. It was an excuse for being together. I was to think of it as role-playing, if I wanted. I had to smile. After all, 60-something year old guys and a 39 year old woman.

When the other three men arrived, I was in Harold’s kitchen setting up snacks and assorted drinks. I was bent over purposely.

“Shit, Harold, you weren’t kidding!” I stood up slowly and turned to face them. I was wearing an obscenely short black, pleated skirt that sometimes covered my ass cheeks. On top, I was wearing a white, buttoned sleeveless blouse of very sheer material tied to expose my belly and only a couple buttons fastened at my breasts. I also wore 5″ high heels which felt awkward and exaggerated my walk. Harold had suggested the outfit and reimbursed me for it. Oh, yeah… only a thong, no bra. When they saw me bent over, they saw a good view. When I turned around, my nipples were clearly visible.

I served them all drinks and they stood around awkwardly staring at my display as I moved around and among them. Actually, to say it was awkward was an understatement. They could have been hormonal college frat guys by their behavior. Harold moved away from them and sidled up to me. His hand went under the skirt, which wasn’t difficult, and whispered in my ear, “I think I better get them sitting down and start the game before one of them falls over.” I giggled and nodded. He had a plan: for about 45 minutes, they really would play cards while I continued to tease by being close. Then, it would ramp up.

I was dripping wet as I moved around the table delivering snacks or drinks or casually just being next to them. I knew it was time for the next stage when I stood next to Harold and his hand moved behind my legs and stroked up my thigh to my butt. It had to be obvious what he was doing because one after the other became focused on his hand rather than the cards in their hands. Then, as I moved around the table delivering drinks or whatever, they followed the cue from Harold. The first was still tentative but they quickly became bold with their hands moving up my legs and under the teasing skirt. I parted my thighs as the hands moved from my bare butt-cheeks to my pussy covered by the wet thong.

Harold placed his cards face down and handed me his drink. I gulped down some bourbon as his hands grasped the strings of the thong and pulled it down my thighs. I used one hands on his shoulder for support as I stepped out from it with his assistance. Harold brought it up to his nose, breathed in, and flipped it into the center of the table with the current bets.

“A little bonus for the winner of this hand.” I flushed… anticipation, excitement, arousal. His hand moved up the inside of my thigh, a finger teased over my pussy, then that finger probed into the lips and sank into my hole. I sighed a moan as his finger moved in and out slowly. I heard him say, “I’m going to need your assistance, dear.” I looked down. His left hand held his cards while his right was between my thighs. “I raise $5.” It took a moment before I understood. I leaned over to take a 5 from his pile and his finger thrust deeper into me. I tossed the bill into the center, watching it land on top of the thong. I groaned. My body experienced a minor shake as I was bent over the table being finger-fucked more aggressively. The betting continued, I threw in another bill, all the while with his finger sawing into me and my moans adding to the atmosphere of the hand.

Harold ultimately lost the hand. In truth, none of them seemed very attuned to the game. Harold announced that the winner gets a new bonus during the next hand. He pulled me down by my blouse and another button opened. He whispered into my ear. I shivered but immediately crawled under the table to the man who had just won. There was total silence above me as I moved to the man, my hands working his belt and zipper. As I tugged his pants, he raised his hips from the chair, and I pulled his pants down enough to fully expose his already hard cock. Without hesitation I began licking the length of his thick cock before I took the head into my mouth and heard his gasp. Quickly, the next hand began and by his lack of movement except to raise his hip occasionally, my head bumping the underside of the table, it seemed this guy was not playing given that his hands were under the table on my head. His grunts, gasps, and groans played to the background of the betting of the others.

I didn’t want him to cum. If I knew they were all like Harold, I could have been more aggressive but I didn’t know if they would be as resilient as Harold had proven to be. I wanted to fuck four men tonight. So, I took my time, sucking and licking cock as the men played their game above me. When another of the men won a hand, he would reach underneath the table and I canlı casino moved to him. I was soon sucking on a familiar cock. Whether by manipulation of the events or mere fortune, Harold was the last of the four to receive my mouth on his cock. He didn’t leave it there long, though. He pushed his chair from the table and brought me out from underneath. My lips and chin were slick from the saliva of my efforts. I stood next to Harold and wondered for only a moment what might happen next when his fingers went to the short zipper on the side of the very short skirt. He pushed the skirt down my legs, then stood, pried his shoes off and pushed his own pants and underwear down his legs. When he took his seat, again, he maneuvered me in front of him and pulled me toward his lap. I spread my feet to the outside of his legs and eased back to his lap, felt his cock against my butt, and paused as he rubbed the head over my pussy until it hit my hole. With a gasp from both of us, I sat down on his cock.

The other three men were watching intently as I began moving up and down on his cock. Harold relaxed back on the chair and announced that for the next series of hands I would fuck the winner like this and play the next hand for the man. That would almost assure a change as I knew almost nothing about poker and was going to be greatly distracted.

The betting increased and I didn’t want to lose too much money so I folded, freeing me instead to concentrate on fucking Harold who now was assisting me with his hands on my waist. My breasts were flopping and we weren’t quiet between our moans and my butt smacking against his hips. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I focused my eyes and found the table quiet, that hand ended and the winner across the table standing and removing his slacks now. As he took his seat, his cock pointing in the air, I glanced back at Harold and slowly stood, his cock sliding out of my pussy. The moment my pussy was empty, his cock smacked wetly against his abdomen.

I sighed as I stepped over his legs. I knew my pussy was obscenely displayed as I did it. The three other men intently stared. As I moved around the table, I untied the blouse and removed it. Now, my bouncing breasts would be easily viewed.

I settled down on this second cock, a smile forming on my face as it sank into me and moans came from the man. I resumed fucking but made no pretense of playing his hand. I had reached a nice level of arousal and wanted to retake that and build on it. The length of each hand wasn’t long enough, though. Each time on a cock was just long enough to reach a good buzz of erotic arousal but not long enough to push over the crest to an orgasm. It took a while for the fourth man to win a hand. After that, all pretense of playing games was over. After the final hand, Harold approached and eased me off the man’s cock. Again, just short of real satisfaction. But that changed…

The table was cleared and I was bent over it, my breasts pressed against the table top, my feet spread wide. Someone, I didn’t know who or cared, stepped up behind me, moved his cock along my pussy and sank it abruptly into my hole. He thrust powerfully into me, his cock driven deeply into my already wet and open pussy. He thrust hard, his tempo increasing. Other hands snaked underneath to rub and pinch my clit. My upper body was raised until I was supporting myself on my forearms and elbows. My breasts and nipples were similarly fondled, squeezed, and pulled and, when one wasn’t, it swung wildly from the forceful slamming of the cock into me.

“OH, FUCK… OH GOD… OH YESSSSS.” This was what I needed. This was what I wanted. The prolonged but interrupted fuck before had become frustrating, arousal rising only to be stopped over and over. Now… now it was real. My arousal seemed to skip stages and jumped to the point of eruption as the cock slammed into me forcefully, powerfully, vigorously. My breath caught in my throat. My legs began shivering. My head sagged with my mouth open until it was pressed into the table. As the cock assaulted my pussy, fingers from several hands pulled, twisted, and pinched my clit and nipples. I exploded in a powerful orgasm. My head shot up and a moaning, gasping, guttural sound flowed from deep inside me as my entire body quaked and shook.

My entire body quaked and spasmed. I felt the cock inside as my pussy squeezed and clasped around it. I felt it spasm and jerk, too. I felt it spew its cum, emptying in my already drenched pussy from my own secretion of arousal and orgasmic result.

As I felt the cock pulled from me, suddenly feeling empty, I fought for some control, anticipating some respite to achieve that, but it would not happen… No sooner was that cock out than another slammed into me. I groaned as my upper body slid along the surface of the table from the impact. I was looser and more lubricated but he was more intent and determined. He pounded into me, his pace increasing, surprising me with the intensity. I twisted my head to find Harold looking down with a lust-crazed look. I groaned and moaned at the assault. Fingers again added to the assault. Again, the fingers abused my clit and nipples as his cock attacked my pussy. I came again, then again with each of the other two men.

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