There was no point in arguing now. I cooperated with the inevitable. I led Darla to my bedroom. Darla lay back on the bed. She looked a little nervous but mostly filled with desire. “Come on,” she said. “I need you.”Monday afternoon, Margie was back. She was leaning in my doorway, her arms folded. “Hi stud.”
“What?”
She came in and sat down. “That’s the word floating around today. The Don Juan of the financial world, able to satisfy any woman’s cravings.”
“That’s nonsense,” I said.
“Maybe, but that’s the word. And it’s creating a ruckus. Seems like the unspoken agreement was you were community property. One of the girls has violated the agreement. The rest are half mad and half jealous,” she said.
“How did I get myself in this predicament?” I asked no one in particular.
“I warned you,” she said. “So, was it really ten orgasms?”
My mouth gaped open. “What?”
“Ten,” she said.
I dropped my head into my hands. “Oh no.”
She stood. “Well stud. You made your bed now you have to perform in it.” She laughed as she went out.
I had no doubt that this was a problem. I just didn’t know what to do about it.
I worried about what to do for several days. Then I decided to enlist the help of Darla. She could help put a stop to the rumors. I asked her to a play Friday and she accepted. Dinner was fine but the play turned out to be a tragedy, not that it was intended as one. I actually think it was supposed to be a comedy but couldn’t swear to it. I have no idea what the director thought she was doing, but whatever she was trying to do, she missed. We left at intermission. I didn’t need to see the wreckage of the second act to write a review of the play.
Darla and I talked non-stop back to my place about how much the play sucked. There was that much to hate. I invited her in for a drink, thinking of how I could enlist her help in stopping the rumors. I poured us a Sonoma Chardonnay and we sat in the living room.
“Darla, I need your help,” I started.
“Doing what?” she asked.
“Stopping these rumors,” I said. “It’s just preposterous. You’ve been going to the theatre with me. You know how I am.”
“I know how you are with me. I don’t know how you are with Anna,” she said. There was an edge to the tone she used when she said Anna. A little alarm went off. Was she angry at me?
“Darla, I need someone to help stop these rumors,” I said.
“That someone would have to know they weren’t true. Did you have sex with Anna?” she asked.
“Darla, I don’t talk about what I do with a woman... not anything. A gentleman doesn’t talk, and not just if he has something to hide. He just doesn’t talk either way.”
Darla appraised me, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I shook my head. This wasn’t going to help.
“So, was the rest true?” she asked. I hesitated trying to think of some way to get this back on the rails towards my goal, enlisting her help. She took the hesitation the other way. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said. She stood up.
I jumped up as a gentleman does when a lady stands. Before I could say anything Darla stepped over and put her arms around my neck, her face just an inch from mine. “I can’t believe we’ve gone out this many times and I never had any idea. It’s always the quiet ones.” She leaned in and kissed me. Our lips parted and the kiss became very passionate. She broke the kiss. “Mike, take me to bed. I won’t miss this.”
How did I get myself into this fix? I knew better than to try the, ‘I can’t’ line. Darla ended my thoughts by kissing me again. She pressed her body against me, rubbing her groin into mine. That was the spark that lit the fire. I quickly grew hard. She felt it and moaned into my mouth pressing harder against me. She broke the kiss. “Um, yes, I can feel you want to.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She was already very hot. I started unbuttoning her blouse and she started on my shirt. It quickly became a contest to see who could get the other undressed first with comments of ‘quit moving’ and ‘you’re cheating’ the only words we spoke. We were both laughing by the time we were naked. Darla sat on the couch as she composed herself. When she had quit laughing she looked up at me and said, “Take me to bed.”
There was no point in arguing now. I cooperated with the inevitable. I led Darla to my bedroom. Darla lay back on the bed. She looked a little nervous but mostly filled with desire. “Come on,” she said. “I need you.”
I got on the bed with her, pulling her into an impassioned kiss. She was a handful of woman. I wanted, no needed to suck on those tits of hers. I had never been drawn to large breasts. My wife had not been well endowed that way and I loved her and the way she was. I think I transferred that to all women - If they looked like Jennifer they were beautiful. But here were two magnificent mammaries and I had to taste them. I took one nipple between my lips, sucking and teasing it. Darla ran her hand through my hair, pressing my mouth harder against her tit. I took the clue, sucking harder, taking her other tit in hand, fondling it, and teasing and pinching the nipple. I played with her tit and nipple, switching back and forth, sucking on each in turn.
Her hips were humping against me with her need. I took my free hand and pressed it between her legs which opened for me. I teased her labia a little, then squeezed them over her clitoris, massaging it with her lips. Her hips hunched up seeking more stimulation. I sank my finger between her lips finding her wet and hot. I slid it down into her depths easily, fucking her with my finger. Darla grew wetter and she was moaning as I continued suckling at her tits as I fucked with my hand.
She pushed my head away from her tit, “I want you,” she said.
Duty called, I crawled between her legs lining up my cock with her pussy. I seated it and moved over her. She pulled me down in a passionate kiss, her hips humping up as her legs went round my ass pulling me into her. My cock slid deep into her pussy as we kissed. I started fucking her, long lazy thrusts which Darla matched. We established a smooth rhythm, moving together, our bodies meeting, then parting to come together yet again. I looked into her eyes, filled with desire as we ground together. We kissed, not long because of the need to breathe deep as our passion soared. Time melted into the past, unnoticed as our bodies melted together in the slow heat of our rising passion. We were both glistening with sweat in the chill air of the bedroom, fucking seemingly without end. I was close and had been holding myself there, waiting for her. There were only two thoughts in my world: wait and keep moving. All else was without thought, deeper, stronger, and beyond thought: pure desire, pure lust, pure pleasure.
Darla’s hands moved up to my shoulders, digging into my skin as her breath caught in her chest, coming out as little gasps and grunts every time my cock pierced her. A low wail started in her throat; her eyes locked on mine, but empty as if she were seeing a million miles away. I sped up and our loins slapped together, faster and harder. It pushed her over the edge, her climax coming like a wave, rolling over her as she moaned and cried out. I let my own climax come, filling her with great gouts of cum. Her climax rolled on and on and I kept fucking her, even as my own ended, my cock sliding through her slippery cum filled channel as another and another wave rolled over her. Again and again she dug her fingers into my shoulder and back leaving red welts.
Then her head fell back against the bed and I rolled to the side, exhausted and drained. She cuddled into my side. We lay there together.
Darla looked at me at one point and said, “That was wonderful. You really are a dream.”
I just shook my head. I wondered what the hell that meant. A dream? But what kind of dream? And how does it end?
Monday afternoon the VP of HR came into my office. “Hi, Mary,” I said.
“Hello. So, am I going to have to lock you up?” she asked.
“Huh?” I said.
“To keep you safe. After this second report on your sexual prowess, the women are going to be tackling you in the hallway,” she said.
I was stunned. “Oh no,” I said.
“Oh yes,” she said smiling. “You are the topic de jour in the Lady’s restrooms and the rumors are flying.” I sat, shaking my head. She continued, “I don’t have to remind you to keep it away from work. What you do on your own time and with women who do not report to you is your own business. But keep it out of work. I don’t want to ever see another lawyer.”
“Of course,” I mumbled.
She walked to the door and paused. “Too bad I’m an executive and it would be harassment. I might just be tempted to find out myself,” and winked. I felt my face flush. She laughed and left.
The phone calls started that afternoon. Half were from women I didn’t even know. Some were from women who didn’t even work for us but had friends who did. Darla wanted to see me again as did Anna. I was really getting worried. Wednesday, this mousey little executive secretary came into my office. Ruth wore out-of-date ill-fitting clothing and glasses. She hardly ever spoke above a whisper or looked you in the eye. So when she asked about the plays, I gladly asked her to go to one on Saturday. She was the perfect tonic for me. I felt safe at last.
Then came Saturday night. The play was fine, neither spectacular nor terrible. I asked Ruth in for a drink which she accepted. When I came back she had let down her hair, which, at the office, was always up in a bun. She had removed her jacket and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. I stopped short. She extended her hand for the wine I was carrying. I walked over and handed it to her. Her blouse gaped open and I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Uh oh. Here we go again.
We sipped the wine talking about the play. Then she said, “You haven’t shown me your place.”
“Oh, yes. Um, of course,” I temporized. Expecting the worst I stood. “Let me show you around.” Ruth followed me. I saved the bedroom for last still trying to avoid what was seeming inevitable. “This is the master bedroom,” I said pointing but not entering.
Ruth slid past me, rubbing her tits against my chest, into the room. “Master? I’ve heard that,” she said her voice losing its timid air and getting deeper and stronger. I followed her into the room. She turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck pulling my head down for a kiss. We were both quickly hot from the kissing. Ruth smiled. “C’mon. Take off those clothes,” she said as she started pulling off hers. I hesitated, but I knew there was no way I was going to say no as she rapidly got undressed. I started taking off my clothes as Ruth finished getting naked. She lay back on the bed, her hair flowing around her face.
“C’mon, hurry up,” she scolded me.
“I’m hurrying,” I laughed, pulling off the last of my clothes. I joined her on the bed. Ruth took off her glasses and set them on the end table before she pushed me back and started kissing me again. Her hand wrapped around my cock and she jacked me slowly as we kissed.
“Hmmm,” she moaned. “God, you are hard.” She moved down and took my cock into her mouth. She worked her mouth over my cock, her tongue playing with the tip as her hand continued slowly moving back and forth on the shaft. My cock was soon coated with her slick spit.
“Yes,” she said, sitting over my cock and holding it up. She lined it up with her pussy and slowly sank onto it. “Oh God, it feels good,” she moaned. She began a slow grind, her pussy rubbing my loins. “Yes,” she moaned. “God, I love it deep. Oh, yes...”
I grabbed her tits, running my hands around them, teasing her nipples. Ruth tossed her head back, her hair flowing like a blonde waterfall. She bounced on my cock, sliding up and down. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, in time with each thrust of my cock into her pussy. Ruth was gaining momentum, bouncing faster and harder each time.
‘This is mousy little Ruth?’ I thought watching as she fucked herself crazy.
She started moaning and her long hair was flailing around. “Oh God, God, Goddddddd...” rising to a scream as she hit her first climax. I held onto her hips, trying to make sure she didn’t bounce completely off me, so wild were her thrashings. Without a break, she kept up bouncing on me, fucking wildly, screaming out as climax after climax wracked her.
My eyes were wide. I’d never seen anything like this. Finally, she wound down, slowing her hips until she came to rest, my cock buried to the hilt. Her head was bent down, her hair covering her face. I waited. Ruth took her hand and brushed her hair back, looking at me like a hungry lion looks at an antelope. “I knew it would be good,” she said. “Did you cum?”
“No,” I said.
She rose, letting my cock flop against my belly. Ruth crawled between my legs and grabbed the slimy staff, holding it vertical as she brought her mouth down on it. “I want you to cum,” she commanded. She engulfed it, sucking, licking and jacking, her hand, lips, and tongue like a symphony of sensations on my cock. She kept looking up at me, her eyes dominating me as I watched her give me an incredible blowjob. This girl could have sucked the cork out of a wine bottle.
It didn’t take long for me to feel my balls pulling up tight, signaling the explosion to come. She must have felt it too. “Yes,” she said, her hand never slowing. “Cum in my mouth.” My eyes opened wide. “I want it,” she said in response. “Cum in my mouth. Give it to me,” she demanded and brought her lips and mouth back over my cock. I felt it happening, the first rumbles, then the explosion in my balls, my cum jetting into her sucking swallowing mouth. Burst after burst I filled her, and swallow after swallow Ruth kept up.
I had to grab her head to make her stop, my cock was super-sensitive. She released my cock, licked her lips, and smiled. “Delicious.” She rose over me and crawled up until she was straddling me again. “How soon can you fuck me?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I’ll wait five minutes,” she said. And if I couldn’t? I’m not sure I wanted to find out what would happen if I couldn’t. She leaned down and kissed me. She spent the five minutes, gently, but with purpose caressing and kissing me. I knew what she wanted and somehow, her desire passed into me. I felt my cock responding. Her hand wrapped around it, slowly and gently pulling the blood back into it. It grew. “Ummm,” she moaned. “Goody.” She crawled back down before throwing one knee over my head and into a sixty-nine. She suctioned my cock into her hot needy mouth. Her pussy glistened above me. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her down, twining my tongue around her clitoris. She jumped from the intense contact but pushed back against my face, her mouth making magic on my cock.
Now being hard, Ruth sat up and dismounted off me. She bent forward, her ass up in the air. “Fuck me,” she said. I got behind her and lined up with her pussy. My cock slid easily into her. Grabbing her hips, I lunged deeply into her tight pussy. “Oh God,” she moaned. “So deep this way.” I stared fucking her hard. Ruth moaned and cried, her hands grasping at the bed as I pounded away in her. “Fuck me,” she screamed. I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as she moaned and thrashed under me. “God, God, Oh my God,” she cried out as she hit her peak again. I slowed and stopped as she melted down onto the bed. I held on, following her down so my cock stayed buried in her cauldron.
“Do you have lube?” Ruth moaned.
“Yes, in the nightstand,” I replied.
“Get it,” she said.
I reached over and managed to pull open the drawer without pulling my cock from her steamy pussy. I grabbed the lube.
“Lube my ass,” she said.
I squeezed a big glob of the lube between the cheeks of her ass. I worked it around, covering my finger. Then I pressed the finger into her tight brown rosebud. It resisted a moment, then Ruth relaxed and it speared into her hot backdoor. I worked more lube into her. As her muscles relaxed a bit more, I probed her with a second finger. Ruth was moaning as I inserted a third digit. She was well lubed and her sphincter was loose. I pulled out of her pussy. I squeezed a glob of lube on my cock, spreading it around, making sure that the head was well lubed. I lined up my cock with her ass and slowly pressed. It slowly sank in as Ruth moaned. The head popped in and I paused, letting her get used to it. Ruth pressed back against me, “Fuck me.” I pressed, sliding further into her. My cock moved easily in her. I pulled slowly back and plunged into her. She moaned as I bottomed out in her tight hot ass. “Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard,” Ruth moaned. I started pounding her little ass, grabbing a handful of cheek in each hand and spreading her wide as my cock slid in and out of her tiny back hole. I felt a burning need in my balls. She spasmed around my cock and it set me off. I howled as my cum burst up from my balls and gushed into her tight ass.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Cum in my ass. Cum in me.”
I pumped a load into her ass, my cock raw from the extended fucking Ruth had put me through. I felt Ruth shudder under me as she moaned and cried through another cum. Drained, I fell over her, pushing her to the bed under me. I rolled to the side, pulling my greasy cock from her ass. Ruth moaned as I did. We lay side by side, regaining our breath. Her hand found my hand and grabbed it.
When we had recovered, I said, “Let’s shower.”
She slowly turned to face me, smiling a satisfied little smile. “Yes, you animal. I’m greasy.”
Me, the animal? But I didn’t have the energy to argue. I helped her up from bed and we went into the bath. As the water heated, Ruth held me from behind, rubbing against me. It was lucky I was so drained because if I had anything left, I would have fucked her right there.
I let her enter first and followed her. The warm water was refreshing. I soaped up her ass as she bent forward, cleaning her thoroughly. She did the same for my sensitive cock. It didn’t even give a twitch of desire. We played a bit before finishing with the shower.
As we dried, Ruth smiled and said, “The girls were right about you.”
I didn’t even try to protest knowing it was useless. They say it is very hard to establish a reputation but once you have one it is impossible to change it.
I was afraid to go to work Monday morning. And I was right. I wasn’t the Stud anymore. I was the Animal Stud. I quit answering the phone in the afternoon. My Outlook mailbox was overflowing.
The funny thing is, it is the women who are so hot, not me. I just cooperate. Sure, I’m technically okay in bed. I know how to eat pussy. Any man who pays attention to a woman’s signals can eat pussy and give her an orgasm. But as I well know, if a woman decides you don’t do it for her, I don’t care how good you are, she won’t cum. Conversely, if she decides, for whatever reason, you are hot, then just getting a hard dick is enough. And that’s all I am, a hard dick. The women are already convinced before they even get between the sheets that I’m a stud, and they set out to prove it. They damn sure don’t want to be the only woman not to have a great time with an acknowledged stud.
Every weekend there is another hot woman who wants me to fuck her. I don’t know what I’m going to do…
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