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Subject: REPOST: The Dick - interracial/anal/fetish/dom [1/4]

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CHAPTER 1: THE CHEATER It was one of those god-awful summer nights in the city. The midnite hour was fast approaching and the temperature readout flashed 98 degrees on the bank clock. The humidity turned any dry piece of clothing into a sweaty rag. It was under these ideal conditions that I aimed my binoculars at a dining room window of a second story apartment.

I had followed a well dressed black man to the apartment where he proceeded to dine with a redhead who appeared to be his mistress. The girl seemed to giggle at just about anything he said. A regular charmer, this guy was. I took a camera shot of this conversation then let my mind drift back to a meeting earlier this evening.

I hadn't had a new client for over a week. Not that such a dry spell was unique for me in any way. I put in a final call to an old client to see if he had any new investigation business he needed taken care of. After about 20 minutes of needless chit-chat he closed with, "Sorry, Frank. I really don't have anything for you right now."

As I hung up the phone I heard a knock on my door. I yelled, "it's open." To say that a woman walked in would be to understate the event. I'd worked for plenty of female clients in my days as a dick, but never had I laid eyes on a dame like this. Sexuality oozed from every pore of her smooth, dark skin. Her full hips swivelled back and forth within a close-fitting business suit as she took a seat across from my desk. As I leaned forward upon my desk to get a closer view, she crossed her legs in a way that was obviously done for affect. Her rounded knees protruded outwardly from a short slit within her skirt. The dramatic curve of her calves mirrored the larger curves of her body. Her exquisite legs were encased within white silk stockings, and a black pump was dangling precipitiously from the toes of her beautiful left foot. I took in this entire view from a quick sweep of my eyes. "Never leer at a client." It was a good rule to live by.

Staring into two jet black eyes I listened as she asked, "Are you Mr. Chase?"

"Most days."

An angelic smile spread across her face as she said, "I believe you know a co- worker of mine, Ronnie Moore?"

"Yeah, I've worked some for Ron."

"Well he told me that you could help me out here. Are you ready to hear my story? I'll keep it as brief as I can."

"Take as long as you wish ma'am."

"I was your typical ghetto kid from a broken family. I had no intention of remaining there and began placing myself in the path of affluent men by the time I was 18. Mostly bars, health clubs, that sort of thing. At an aerobics studio, fifteen years ago, I met a man from one of the wealthiest black families in this city, the McLemore clan. I caught Bernard's eye, and before the year was over we were married. I guess I loved him at one point, but I'd always seen him as a means to an end in terms of the life I wanted. He put me through college and business school, and allowed me to take a job as a broker at Helgesen-Smith."

"All of this went according to my grand plan. From the beginning, I was allowed to take control of Bern's finances, much to the relief of his family. He's a spendthrift and his family was getting tired of upping his monthly stipend. I put him on a tight budget, and have played the remainder of his stipend within various markets. I've taken precautions to ensure that Bern and his family aren't aware of any of this investment activity. The greedy bastards forced me to sign a pre-nuptual agreement before the wedding, so this is my way of getting my share."

"I recently hit big on an investment and am looking to quit this marriage. I know Bern has been cheating on me, but since he's never been a very good lover, I've ignored it and immersed myself in my work."

At this point she paused, so I took up the slack in the conversation.

"So you're here to hire me to find proof of Bernie boy's infidelity?"

She smiled again and lightly inhaled, causing her ample chest to expand to even greater proportions, as she replied, "You're pretty smart for a white boy."

"Ma'am, I'm twenty plus years from my days of being referred to as a boy."

"Well Mr. Chase, I'm still far too young to be referred to as ma'am. If I'm gonna hire you, you'd better call me Chantell, or Chan, or Channie for short."

"Well Ms. Chantell I'd love to work for you, and you can call me Frank."

She paid my retainer in cash and told me where I could expect to pick up Bern's trail. She explained that she regularly worked the graveyard shift at Helgesen-Smith monitoring the Asian stock markets during the dead-of-night. She continued, "I get off from my shift at 4:00 a.m. If you finish tailing Bernard around that time I wouldn't mind receiving a preliminary report. I'll swing by this building, and if I see your light on I'll stop in, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll probably be here," I muttered as she swung her incredible ass out the door.

I was fondly reflecting upon her narrow waist, her striking nose, her naturally full lips, and her sexy feet when I saw a light flash out at the corner of my eye. I sat up quickly and noted that Bernard and his carrot-top lover were moving on to another room. I grabbed my camera and bolted toward the building. As I walked around to the side of the building, I found a balcony opposite a lit room. I scrambled up the side of the building and landed stealthily onto the floor of the deck. I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed that the curtains over the patio doors were cracked open about 2 inches. I brought out a directional mike, pointed it toward the bed, and turned on the mini-recorder I had within my pocket. I sat down beside the glass doors with my camera propped on my knees, and proceeded to enjoy the scene.

Bernard was sitting naked on the bed, stroking his thin five-incher, as his beautiful girlfriend did a slow striptease in front of him. During her sensual dance she paid a lot of attention to her clit. She started by rubbing it with the palm of her hand through her panties. By the time she had stripped down to a pair of dark stockings, she'd had two orgasms by my count.

She had long red hair that flowed down and around her shoulders. Her skin was a milky white with striking red moles on her thigh and belly. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had some remaining baby fat that gave her tits and hips some extra curvature. Her aereolas were wide and pink and she kept her round nipples erect with one hand, as her other hand was busy on her clit. She had a round, soft face that was highlighted by emerald green eyes. She had to be as fine a young, white fuck that Bernard was apt to find anywhere; but, why he was messing around when he already had a drop-dead gorgeous wife was beyond me.

I'd took two photographs when Bernie grunted, "Ah shit, it happened again."

The girl opened her eyes from her dancing reverie and moved toward the bed. "Oh my darling, did you come early, again?"

Bernard mumbled, "Yeah. Sheila, your dancing is just too erotic for me. I guess we should start right into the screwing for now on."

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll clean it up like I always do. You know how I love the taste of your cock cream!"

She proceeded to lick his dick along its length. She took a long time cleaning up Bern's premature ejaculate. She played with his stringy cum with her tongue and lips for at least five minutes. Her tongue was extraordinarily long and dexterous. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but she could wrap it all of the way around Bern's pecker, which was a feat even given the relative small size of his prick. Finally she finished off the remaining drops of cum on her mouth with a slow langorous swirl of her tongue around her lips. She swallowed noisily and then gave Bern's cock a couple of tugs with her hand to bring him fully erect again.

"Jesus, Sheila, you are one talented little girl."

She reached her arms up around his neck and moved close to kiss him, "Thank you Bernie."

He held her away and retorted, "You know I hate that nickname, and you also know I don't kiss you after a blowjob."

She looked down and said, "I'm sorry."

"I feel like doing you doggiestyle tonite, so turn around."

She got onto the bed on all fours and stared back at him with those incredible green eyes. He commented, "Wow, your pussy is as wet as a fountain." He didn't seem to have too much trouble pushing his way into her vagina. Once he was all of the way in he released his breath and said, "God, your pussy feels great."

"Oh your big cock is such a great fit for my whorish cunt. Fuck me like the big, black daddy you are. Treat me like a dog."

Bernard grabbed a fistfull of her hair and yanked her head back. "Shutup Sheila. You know I don't like that whore and dog and daddy language. If you're gonna talk, talk like a sweet girl. That's what turns me on most."

Although, Bernie boy was obviously pissed, it was clear by the look on Sheila's face that she enjoyed the rough tug on her hair. She immediately moved her hand beneath her belly to her clit as he resumed pumping her from behind. She made soft mewing sounds into her pillow as she brought herself to orgasm, again.

It took Bernard all of 5 minutes to reach orgasm, again. But this time he seemed to be satisfied with his stamina. His dick was limp within seconds of pulling out of her. He collapsed onto his back while she crawled into his embrace.

I almost forgot to take more photographs. Just prior to their somewhat mutual orgasms, I took a few shots of them. I was disappointed about not getting shots of her earlier tongue job, but reasoned that those wouldn't be the best ones to show Ms. Chantell McLemore, anyway. I've found that when confronting clients with evidence of their spouse's infidelity that it is best not to hit them over the head with the most graphic sex scenes.

Sheila's pale body looked very inviting. From my vantage point I could see her snatch was dripping all kinds of fluids. The two of them engaged in some meaningless drivel, and then he finally got dressed to leave. I fled back to my car. Bernard came out of the building and I followed him home. His bedroom light flashed on briefly and then went out.

My job for the night being done, I debated on whether to blow off Ms. McLemore and catch some rest. I could always report to her in the morning. But her image haunted my mind, and three hours didn't seem to be an inordinate amount of time to wait. I proceeded to one of my favorite bars for a few drinks before it closed. Hal, the bartender often kept it open late, so I planned on wasting two of the hours chatting with him.

Hal was busy with some of the other customers when I walked in, so I asked the waitress for some darts and a pint of Guiness Stout and headed for the dartboard. I had thrown a couple of rounds at the board when a familiar voice said, "You really know how to hit the bullseye."

I turned to look right into the sexiest pair of green eyes I had ever seen. I almost blurted out "Sheila!", but I luckily caught my wits and responded, "Hello."

A smile spread out between her long, thin, red lips to reveal two perfect rows of white teeth. The striking juxtaposition of green, red, and white within and around her face was dizzying for a moment. I collected myself as she said, "Well hello to you, too. I was sitting over in the booth and was amazed that you could hit the center three times in a row. The men I always end up with never have that kind of focus nor accuracy."

I cleared my throat and looked down for the first time, noticing that she had squeezed her body into a skin tight black dress that didn't quite make it over the tops of stockings. I made a nervous attempt at humor and responded, "Are you referring to darts or something else?"

She kept smiling at me and ignored my reparte. "Will you teach me to throw?"

As she said it she batted her eyelashes once. I tried to turn on my charm by replying, "I'd like to, but if the cops bust into the joint they're sure to arrest me for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, wouldn't they?"

She feigned a hurt look, extending her lower lip, "You don't believe I'm 21 years old?"

"I guess if Hal let you in, you must be of age. Come on. Step to the line and I'll show you some good technique." Her face visibly brightened at this comment as she took the darts and moved past me to face the board.

I was staring at her back and my eyes lingered a little too long on her peachy ass when she commented, "When can we begin?"

She caught me looking and I blushed as I said, "Immediately."

"How cute, you're blushing. It's nice to see an older man who can still be embarrassed."

I moved to her side and began showing her what a good arm and wrist movement toward the board is, but she moved in front of me, saying "Show me like this. It'll be easier to visualize if you're standing behind me." Without her 3-inch heels, I estimated her to be 5'5".

The added height caused her lovely butt to press right against my crotch as I tried to concentrate on holding her arm and showing her how to throw. She threw all three darts, went to the board to collect them, and then snuggled back against the growing bulge in my pants, again. As I was explaining how she should change her arm motion, she interrupted me saying, "You know, the humidity is amazing. No one can avoid sweating in this heat."

It dawned on me that I hadn't showered, nor changed clothes all evening. I must have smelled pretty ripe to her. She slowly turned around and looked at me with a sly smile, continuing, "Some women find sweat disgusting, but I love the smell of sweat from a well-toned body."

"You're not really interested in learning about darts, are you?"

"Well, I am interested in knowing if you can sustain your focus and accuracy on something other than darts," she said as she raised one eyebrow.

"You know, I'm old enough to be your - er, uh, - older brother?"

She leaned her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Well I'm old enough to fuck you real good, big brother."

My dick, entangled within my briefs, was rock hard after that comment. She seemed to sense my discomfort and sneaked a peak down to my crotch. I took the hint, took her hand, and walked out. As soon as we got out the door she spun me around, locked her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth against mine. There was a moment where our lips explored one another before her tongue went into action. "Her tongue," I thought to myself. I had just seen that long sexy tongue perform some amazing acts a scant hour ago. Now it was driving me crazy exploring every crack and cavity within my mouth. I broke off the kiss abruptly and held her at arm's length. She was surprised and asked, "What's your name?"

I was even more surprised, but responded, "Frank! Frank Chase."

"My name is Sheila Conaghan. Do you want to follow me back to my place or do you want to do it hear in the parking lot?"

I stood looking at her slackjawed, so she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her car. As soon as I was seated, she reached across and unzipped my pants. I helped her pull my pants down, and when she pulled my boner from my underwear the release from constriction was such a relief that all I could do was sigh.

At the same time, she gasped, "Finally, a big cock for a change. This will be a real challenge." She kissed my balls and stared up at me. "Frank, since you didn't answer my question I get to choose, and my choice is to partially do you hear in the lot and then take you home and finish you off there. Do you have any objections?"

I wasn't sure whether my dumb look and lost voice was a turn-on or turn-off for her, but since I was having quite a bit of luck with it, so far, I merely replied, "uh uh!"

She smiled at me as she slid her long tongue up the length of my cock, stopping to flick the pre-ejaculate off of the end of it. "We're not going anywhere until this beautiful fat pecker erupts its cock cream into my mouth."

She took a big gulp of air and then took the entire length of my penis down her throat in one downward swoop of her head. Her mouth and throat seemed as hot as a nuclear meltdown. I leaned back and enjoyed the ride as she rotated her lips around the base of my dick. Her nose was buried within the curls of my pubic hair. She then changed her rhythm and snaked her amazing tongue between her lips, past the base of my dick, and licked my balls. I was just about ready to blow when I remembered her words about wanting to meet a man with focus and concentration. I bit down on my lower lip and pulled all my thoughts away from orgasm and just barely held it in. I was enjoying the best blowjob of my entire life when I realized that she had been deep throating my 8 incher for over a minute. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head off of my dick. She sat up and started coughing.

"My god, you could have choked to death."

"Naah, I can hold my breath for close to two minutes." She coughed one more time, and went on, "I'm coughing because you startled me by pulling me off of your wonderul prick." She was looking at me with a new sparkle in her eye, and I recalled the look on her face when Bernard yanked on her hair. She clearly enjoyed a little roughplay with sex.

I decided I'd had enough of doing the strong and silent act, and changed my tactics. "You are one nasty little whore. How much is this gonna cost me you dirty little bitch?"

I could tell she was getting excited by this new turn. "You'll owe me at least one mouthful of cum." She pushed her head down and started giving me her wonderful external tongue treatment as she squeezed my balls in one hand and jerked off the base of my dick with the other.

Noting that both of her hands were busy and knowing how much she enjoyed stimulation of her clit, I reached beneath her skirt and felt her bare pussy. "You filthy fuckin' whore! You're not wearing any panties!" This got her even more excited and she wiggled her pussy down on my hand until her lovely little clitoris was pinched between two of my fingers. I proceeded to work on her clit while inserting one of my fingers into her love tunnel. Her cunt was as wet as this hot, humid night. I kept at it, as she was beginning to bring me to the brink with her tongue and lips.

Just as I thought I couldn't hold back any longer she pulled her head from my cock and sent out a blood curdling scream for five seconds before I clamped my other hand over her mouth. I was shaken somewhat before I removed my hand. Her breath was coming in gasps and I realized that this was simply her orgasmic reaction to my hand job. A couple of guys came running from the bar. I slid beneath her into the driver's side and pushed her to the opposite seat. She was still half-dazed and banged her head against the door. I grabbed her on both sides of her face and yelled, "Your scream has caused a lot of trouble. We gotta get out of here. Where are the keys you stupid cunt."

She found her purse and handed me her keys, saying, "Sheila."

As I gunned the engine to a start I responded, "What?"

She looked at me and said, "Sheila. You can call me Sheila. You don't have to call me a stupid cunt on the drive home."

I didn't know if she had flipped some sexual switch, but I proceeded cautiously with the dialogue thereafter. As I pulled out of the parking lot I asked, "Where do you live, Sheila?"

"At the Westchester Apartments. Do you know where they are?"

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, feigning my uncertainty.

She was quiet during the drive, but when we reached her apartment building she turned toward me with an innocent look in her eyes. "I'm sorry about the scene back there. Sometimes I get into new sexual situations and I lose it. I sorta meant to half scream, half moan, but I must have lost it with the sexual shocks going up and down my spine."

"Forget it doll. It happens to me every night."

Her face lit up and she asked, "Then you'll come inside with me?"

"Just try to stop me."

I glanced at my watch and noted that it was 2:30 am. I briefly considered the ethical question of doing my client's husband's girlfriend, but I dismissed it quickly while looking over her body once more.

She held my hand tightly as she led me to her apartment. Once in, I roughly threw her to the couch and started taking my pants off. Her eyes went wide while she whispered, "Don't diddle me. I don't want anything to distract me when I suck all of the cream out of that big ten incher."

I laughed. "I seriously doubt that this thing is ten inches, but you're doing wonders for my ego you little Sheila."

She smiled. She obviously had heard the affectionate play on her name before. She kept her hands behind her back as I walked forward and rubbed my prick across her face. Her eyes were closed as I did this and she occasionally flicked that tongue out as it passed by her mouth. I whispered, "Tell me how much you want it Sheila."

"I want it so bad that my cunt aches. Please let me suck it Mr. Chase. I promise that I'll treat it really nice. I'm so crazy for your cock, I'll do anything. You can even fuck my virgin asshole, just let me suck it till it spurts. Please, please, please!"

As she pleaded, tears started forming in her eyes, and I realized that she was probably some kind of sexual addict or nymphomaniac, or something. I placed the head of my dick against her lips and she opened her mouth to take in just the tip. She looked up at me, her tears refracting the green of her eyes. This scene just about caused me to blow my load right then and there. I bit down on my lip, again, as I watched a fat tear escape her eye and roll down her left cheek. She then looked down and concentrated on giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received.

Her hands worked my balls and cockbase while her lips and tongue swirled up and down the length of my dick. Whenever she got to the tip of my cock, she pushed her mouth over the end until it tickled her tonsils. Then she would pull off, look me in the eye, and repeat the process. I lost count after ten cycles, and several minutes later I let myself go. She could feel me about to come and squeezed hard on the base of my pecker. This cut off the flow for a brief second while she slipped the tip of my cock into her mouth. She then clamped down hard on my balls with her other hand, and with a yelp of pain I squirted the first glob of semen out of my dick. I watched her swallow the first stream and pull her mouth off of my cock. The second blast erupted from the end of my dick and splatted against her mouth and nose. She flicked her tongue at the head, again, and without further coaxing I let out two more jets of cum that successively landed across her cheek and forehead as she pointed my cock upward. I sent a final blast deep into the folds of her lovely red hair.

I collapsed beside her onto the couch, and she proceeded to clean all of the cum off my cock and her face. Upon rising to look at me, I picked the final ribbon of jizz from her hair with my fingers which she licked clean, as well. She smiled shyly at me and hesitated. I realized she wasn't sure whether to kiss me, so I grabbed her about the waist and kissed her enthusiastically. She responded in kind and squirmed onto my lap forcing her panty-less crotch against my freshly cleaned cock which was starting to rise again. Her mouth tasted of my cum, but I didn't mind. The sensation of feeling her tongue within my mouth was too much to pass up.

Finally, we broke off the kiss and I stripped off her dress while she stripped off my shirt. I was suddenly very cognizant of my ripe smell, but she seemed so taken by it that she was licking the sweat off of my chest and stomach.

She seemed to be a connoisseur of fucking. She liked the rough stuff, she liked the tender stuff, she liked nasty talk, she liked to play submissive. This was one sexy young girl. I carefully picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and laid her on her bed. Her eyes never left me as I lit the many candles surrounding her room. I got fully erect while staring back at her. I thought about what she'd said about her virgin asshole, and wondered how to go about it as I'd never had the opportunity to buttfuck a woman.

As I approached the bed, she reached for my cock. I grabbed her wrists and yanked them down hard. Her eyes went wide and they seemed to catch afire. She yelled, "Don't hurt me you big-cocked rapist."

Now it was my turn to be surprised, but I went through with my plan and pushed her back onto the bed while plunging my own head between her thighs. I attacked her clit with my tongue for about 5 seconds before she went into convulsions. I stopped, but she eventually caught her breath and told me she would be alright. I continued licking her clit while working two of my fingers into her tight snatch. She let out an almost continuous stream of moans as I gave her my very best cunt sucking. I moved my tongue constantly up and down her slit, pausing to tease her labia with my teeth, and also pausing to kiss her puckered up little asshole. I worked a finger up her tight bunghole to loosen it up a little, as I continued to work her clit with my tongue. This sent her over the top and she half screamed, half moaned as she unleashed her orgasm. I greedily licked up everything leaking from her cunt, and a final shudder ran through her body. I started at it again when she yanked my hair and told me to stop.

"I can't take it twice in a row. I think I would die."

I took the cue and moved up her body, pausing to such on her pink nipples for the first time. Her breasts were roundly shaped and my attention seemed to affect her positively without sending her down some orgasmic train track. I continued upwardly and reached her pretty face. Dark half-circles were forming beneath her eyes. She looked exhausted, but she moved her lips to my ear and whispered, "Fuck my cunt, Frank. Fuck me with that huge cock of yours." Knowing she was plenty lubed I slipped my boner into her pussy. As wet as she was, I could feel a lot of internal and some external resistance as I pushed it up her vaginal tract.

She let out another gasp, complaining, "Oh my God! Your prick is so thick it's rubbing against my clit." I started pulling out, but she yelled, "Push it back in Frank! Make me cum again."

I started pumping her, slowly at first but then picking up speed. Her legs were clamped hard across my butt and I raised up on my arms to get a better view of her face and tits. Her eyes looked wild with terror as I increased the pace of my thrusts. A long moan stretched from her lips and I responded with a moan of my own. Her eyes took on a glazed look as she uncontrollably started beating my chest with her fists. The pace of my pistoning cock was grinding her clit so hard that it sent her into orgasm, once again. She closed her eyes and lost her voice, this time. She did go into spasms again which kind of scared me, so I stopped. Her convulsions eventually died down, and I shifted to her side while still hard within her pussy. She opened her eyes and tears started spilling down her cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I caressed her and said in my most soothing voice, "It's alright sugar. Don't cry. It'll be alright." I started doubting whether she was the rough-tough nympho that I previously thought she was.

She started laughing through her tears which caused me to laugh in return. It was as if she was guessing my thoughts when she said, "It's okay. I'm still the hard-bitten whore you met at the bar. I just have never orgasmed continuously like this before. Thank you Frank, you masterful fucker."

"You're welcome Sheila, you succulent little nympho."

That set her off some more, and we both laughed for a long time. Finally, she pulled herself off of my hard-on with one last groan. She rolled over onto all fours and said, "A deal's a deal. I said that the price for fucking me is a mouthful of jizm which you dutifully paid. You asked how bad I wanted your meat, and I offered you my last remaining virgin hole. Frank, I want you to screw that cuntbuster into my shithole. I always pay my debts."

"God, you're one filthy mouthed little pisser. You can bet I'll fuck that beautiful ass of yours. Should I be gentle or should I ram it in hard?"

This question caught her by surprise and she thought hard for a moment before whimpering, "Please be gentle. I've never had anything inserted up into there before except your finger just now, and I'm getting a little scared."

I shook my head thinking, "Man this bitch has some crazy moods. Hot and Cold. Dominant and Submissive." I moved between her rounded butt cheeks and started by kissing her puckered asshole. She tensed up, but after licking and spitting all around it she loosened up enough for me to insert my tongue part ways up her anal canal. I'd never gone this far up a woman's ass before but it didn't feel unnatural. The taste was plenty bitter, but knowing my cock would be following soon, I was very excited by it all. I worked one and then two fingers into her. She squirmed upon my hand and seemed to be getting particularly stimulated by it all. Once I felt she was adequately lubed, I got to my knees and pushed my pecker into her pussy once more to lube up my dick. This surprised her and she let out a sustained groan. I pulled it out and placed the head of my dick against her wet asshole.

"Are you sure you want my tool up your poopshoot little Sheila?"

This time it was my turn to be surprised as she pushed back onto my cock. Her rectum and my prick were such a tight fit that we both let out a gasp as the first three inches disappeared. I worked the tip of my cock back and forth in her anus until it was almost all of the way in. We were both grunting pretty loudly when she finally thrust her butt all of the way back against my stomach. The tightness of her asshole felt great on my cock and I knew I wouldn't last long as I started a consistent pumping action.

Sheila started yelling out, "Ow, Ow, it hurts. Your cock is hurting me."

I abruptly stopped and asked, "Do you want me to pull out?"

She yelled, "Don't you dare you motherfucker! Keep pumping my shithole Frank!"

I resumed my pumping and muttered, "I've never fucked my mother."

She heard me and said, "That's surely her loss."

I slapped her ass in response, and she let out a little yelp. Eventually, her asshole loosened up to the point where I was able to pump fairly quickly in and out of her ass. I teased her by withdrawing all but the tip of my dick from her hole and then pushing it in to the hilt with a certain ferocity. This action seemed to change things for her.

"I had no idea how this would be. This is wonderful!"

She started moaning and screaming into a pillow as I continued to fuck her ass. I could feel her cunt walls starting to contract as she went into yet another powerful orgasm. This action caused her anus to contract, as well, and sent me over the brink. I yelled loudly as I released my sperm toward her colon. She felt my orgasm and lifted her head to yell, "Cum in my ass Frank. Cum and cum and cum and cum ... " She trailed off into a series of moans. My cock erupted for what seemed like an hour. The vise grip of her rectum seemed to stretch out my orgasm. She seemed almost unconcious after her fourth orgasm of the evening (with me, that is).

I was exhausted and collapsed onto her back. With the pumping stopped, her asshole contracted about my still hard cock. I was unsure whether I would get limp enough to pull it from her butt. She whispered, "I've never orgasmed without clit stimulation before. That was unbelievable."

I sang a little lullaby into her ear which seemed to change her mood, yet again. She squirmed off of my cock and into my arms as if she was an infant. When I finished the song she asked me to sing it again. I obliged and rocked her fast asleep within my arms. I absently traced a circle around her red thigh mole.

I can't fall asleep immediately after sex. Although I get quite tired, the post-coital period is always a supercharged kind of exhaustion. For me, it's like trying to go to sleep on a wired caffeine buzz. I let Sheila sleep as my mind started to wander. Suddenly I realized that I had promised to report to my client. What was her name? I couldn't believe that I forgot her name!

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