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Sexy Bitch
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Sexy Bitch [This is an erotic short story I wrote a few years back. I also shared it with the site magazine.] He laid there silently taking in the yellow light of the lava lamp which bathed their motionless bodies. In the past, he might have been basking in a moment or become lost in contemplation about what the future might hold in light of this encounter. But tonight, Michael Angelo's mind searched the past to gain an insight into how this had just happened. Her warm, brown body lay nested with his, enveloped by a deep, gentle sleep. He felt himself still aroused as his eyes traced how her naked hips eventually became her lean, bare legs. Her fervor seemingly moments earlier were replaced with slow, deep breathing. His mind raced back to his earliest memories of his desire for her, to know her in this way. He had accepted the fact it would never happen and now had to reconcile those thoughts with what had just occurred. In the beginning things were simple. She had come to work for him. A friendly, competent, and cute cashier. She was married to a Marine and had two . She had returned to her hometown ahead of him to settle into their new home while he finished processing out of the military. By all outward appearances they were a typical happy family. As was his custom, Michael Angelo always kept an eye out for employees who excelled and warranted promotion. Though she initially caught his eye because of her attractiveness, he promoted her to more responsibility because she could handle it, not for other more nefarious reasons. He learned a long time ago to not never become involved with those who worked for him. The company frowned on it and the potential reward was never worth the risk. And besides, she was happily married and waiting eagerly for the impending reunion with her high school sweetheart and the father of her . Her promotion meant that they worked more closely together. Opening and closing shifts meant it was often just the two of them in the store. She slowly began to confide that all was not what rosey on the homefront. After she had left California, he had had an affair with a woman she knew. She had retaliated with an indiscretion of her own with a coworker at the store. Her problem now was that this lover was smitten and she feared what might unfold once her husband joined her. Since he had gone through the slow deterioration of his own marriage years before, Michael Angelo would occasionally interject some relationship advice. Eventually, he found himself inviting her to hang out with her at his apartment, have some beers, and continue the conversations that had begun at work. He had become aware of his growing desire for her. He often caught himself drinking in the smooth brown skin of her shoulders when she wore a tank top while shopping on her day off. His eyes traced the lines of her long slender neck. Her dark eyes and hair accentuated by her tendency to always wear black. Despite his growing attraction to her, he chastised himself in an effort to keep his feelings in check. The last thing his career needed was for his feelings to bloom into full-blown lust. In hindsight, asking her to visit with him at all was his undoing. He was a man and a lonely one at that. His work often consumed him to the point of choking off any semblance of a social life. His co-workers were the people he spent the most time with. It was inevitable that spending time alone with her would create this want, this desire for her which was taking root deep inside. He fought against it constantly, but the more she told him about her unhappiness, the more he began to want to comfort her. At this point in his life, Michael Angelo was quite aware that he was not parenting material. Almost ten years of marriage had not produced any . This certainly made the divorce less messy and he had grown accustomed to a single life without the responsibility of raising . At the same time, it was clear that her and their happiness were very important to her. As time passed, she would show up at his door with them in tow. While he didn't really mind this, he began to wonder if she was auditioning him for a bigger role in their lives. While he had tried to make it clear from the outset that he was only interested in being her friend, she must have noticed the way he looked at her and understood thathe wanted more. The very first night she visited him, he was adamant that she not mention it to anyone at work because of how it might appear. His focus was on ensuring that everyone at work would not get the wrong idea, but he failed to appreciate the fact that she might be the one who misunderstood his intentions. Their cultural differences, he was Caucasian and she was Latina, may have influenced their developing relationship in ways he failed to appreciate. However, it was the difference in their life experience (he was in his early fifties and she only twenty-four) that colored their expectations. Because, despite his words, in her mind, sexual desire equaled love. His lust for her finally spilled over late one night. As had become their custom, she followed him to his apartment after work. By this time, her husband had joined them, but the increasing arguments between made her begin to see the writing on the wall. As they sat on his couch talking, he consumed enough red wine to embolden him to offer a foot massage. She had enjoyed enough Amarula to lower her resistance to his thinly veiled advance. He began to gently rub lotion into her tired feet, slowly moving past her ankles to her slender calves. Before things could get any further, however, her cell phone rang. She could see that it was her husband calling to see where she was and why she hadn't come home yet. They both froze not knowing whether to answer or not. When her phone went to voicemail, he immediately called again. The moment became surreal as call after call went unanswered, only to be repeated for what seemed like an eternity. Her ringtone became a haunting melody reverberating his mind. Eventually the calls stopped as he realized she wasn't going to pickup. Michael Angelo began to worry that this highly volitale situation might escalate if the husband knew where he lived. He was in training to become a local police officer and had access to information a the normal citizen did not. This jolting interruption quenched the moment, though not the desire between the two of them. She texted him after leaving the apartment shortly thereafter saying that she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. He had to admit wondering the same. Michael Angelo's growing concern about what the ensuing actions of an irate spouse might look like, were not enough to stop him from wanting her even more. He had always been risk-adverse. However, this time, he could not get her out of his mind. While this unexpected drama chilled their rendezvous at his place, they still flirted at work. He would often text her when he was home alone and she returned in kind. Her "signature" on the texts was Sexy Bitch. This seemed curious to him since, while she was definitely sexy, she was not what he'd consider a Bitch. In fact, her ready smile and easy laugh were her most endearing qualities. She was something of a princess in the sense that she responded warmly to pampering and attention. She enjoyed being the center of his world and welcomed evidences of his desire for her. Mostly notably when he would text her photos of his swollen cock. Most girls would be offended by such overt displays, but she relished these pictures as confirmation that she turned him on so much. It was this sort of reckless behavior that began Michael Angelo's undoing. His desire for her had reached such proportions that she had a certain power over him. However, his survival instincts remained intact. When he heard rumors that another cashier was said to have obtained his cock shots on her phone, he stopped sending them. Then he began to catch wind that there were rumors floating around the store that something going on between them. One of his Assistant Managers even asked him point blank if he had fucked her. Despite his denials, his co-worker kept insisting on knowing the truth. It was clear that she had been talking to at least one person at work about her visits. The rest of the rumors simply grew from there. It was at this point that all contact after work ceased from his end. He could not risk having his boss find out about the indiscretions. Michael Angelo regretted having sent the ill-advised photos and had visions of a sexual harassment lawsuit dancing in his head. So he had to bring things to an end slowly so that the Sexy Bitch did not reveal a too-real bitchy side. As he pulled away from her, she began turning her attentions to a young woman at work. Michael Angelo had known she was bi based upon stories she had told him about a best friend who had moved away. Perhaps his coolness towards her in the aftermath of her divorce left her more open to female affections than male. Whatever the whys and wherefores, Michael Angelo was relieved when the storm clouds at work had passed. After she had finished school and become certified to draw blood, she left for another job. He was both relieved and sad. He was happy she was moving into work she truly enjoyed, but missed seeing her on a daily basis. She and the young woman had also moved in together and were becoming a family unit. In fact, they planned to have a new baby together. Michael Angelo fantasized about being asked to breed her. Even if it was only one time, his thought of finally being able to make love to her, to cum deep inside her, and then have a to always remind him of that moment. Such imaginings more often than not took him over the edge while he masturbated. Of course he was never asked. Her companion would never allow such to happen. Even though Michael Angelo and the Sexy Bitch never got together, he sensed that there would sometimes be tension in the new home becasue of him. This made him stay away even more. Contact between the two of them waned to almost nothing. Michael Angelo would receive a random text from her asking how things were going. The exchange would always be brief and cordial. He had finally been able to push images of the lines of her body out of his imagination as this did a disservice to both of them. Yet far below his conscious mind, there remained a kernal of lust for her. A year had passed and Michael Angelo was moving to a new, smaller apartment. As he packed his things, he realized he had several DVDs still lent out to various friends. He remembered that Sexy Bitch had borrowed one of his favorite porn movies starring Jesse Jane. He sent her a quick message on facebook confirming that she had it. She apologized for never returning it as she wasn't sure how best to get it back to him. He gave her directions on how to reach his new place and said she could simply leave it under the front door mat if he wasn't home. He fully expected her to wait to return it while he was at work. Therefore, he was a quite surprised to find her standing on his doorstep when he answered a knock. He had been working out with some dumbbells and was only wearing some gym shorts as a result. He usually went commando when he worked out at home and immediately felt his sex begin to rouse at the sight of her. The baby had not altered her body as it did many young women. She had always been lean and, if anything, the "baby weight" had filled out her curves. He asked her in and she did with a shy smile. He grabbed a nearby t-shirt which immediatly dampened from the sweat he had worked up. He caught her glance at his crotch which he was attempting to control with limited success. She flashed a sly smile to herself knowing she still had the ability to get such a reaction from him. He offered her something to drink and dashed into the kitchen to regain his composure. As they sat and talked, they immediately regained the casual comfortableness that always characterized being together. He asked about the baby and how things were going at home and work. Though she did not elaborate, he sensed that there was some tension on the homefront. Not wanting to pry, he steered the conversation away from the subject. As they talked, despite his best efforts, Michael Angelo's cock remained semi-erect. He attempted to sit in a manner that de-emphasized his state, but he caught her continuing to steal glances at his crotch. This only made his task more difficult. She wore jeans that accentuated her hips. She also wore a midriff tank top which allowed her dragon tattoo to peer out from her jeans. He remembered fantasizing about being the artist lucky enough to had worked on the tat as her sex had to have been on display to some extent during the work. A moment of silence had crept in and Michael Angelo found himself apologizing for how things had gone between them previously. She brushed it off lightly. He confessed he felt especially bad about the photos he had texted her in the past. He believed it was disrespectful both to her and her relationship with Karen. She said that she had actually enjoyed them and that it was only Karen's jealousy that prevented her from responding more favorably.Then she dropped the bomb by saying that she still thinks about the kiss that never happened between them. Michael Angelo sat stunned. But as he met her gaze, he clearly saw the invitation. He moved close to her and their mouths melted together. Every fiber of desire he had ever had for her re-ignited as the kiss lingered. Her hand found his now raging member and kneaded him through the thin fabric of his gym shorts. His hands began to explore as well. He pulled her to a standing position so that he could caress the small of her back with one while pulling her closer with the other. He sense her slightly gasp as she kissed him even deeper. To be honest, his head was literally spinning as he experienced a moment he had longed for, but never expected to know. As he lifted her buttocks and pressed into her, she broke the kiss and whispered in his ear to show her the bedroom. He never made his bed in the morning. He never saw the point. But that matter little to her. She laid back on the unruly mattress as he began unbuttoning her jeans. The tank top lay on the floor beneath her bra. His tongue and lips traced the outline of her dragon. Slowly he pulled at her jeans till all that remained was her black thong. He stepped out of his shorts and tossed them towards the discarded t-shirt. As he slid on top of her warm, brown body, her hand returned to his now bare cock. She caressed him softly, causing the blood to stretch him even futher. He kissed her deeply once more as his hand fondled her breast and tweaked her nipple. His hand left her breast and slid down her belly, slipping under the cotton fabric below. His fingers combed through her coarse hairs. He loved women who didn't<b> shave </font></b>themselves bare. Her hands now slipped into his long locks and gripped either side of his head. She casually urged his head downward. He also loved a woman who asked for what she wanted. His mouth fell upon her sex as his tongue parted the curly curtain adorning her sex. She tasted even better than all his fantasies. She pulled him in deeper, drenching his face in her moist response. She bucked occasionally as he tickled her button just right. Her breathing was heavy. She wasn't a vocal lover and he liked that. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted by the asshole who lived downstairs. His bit into her soft inner thighs as her nails dragged across his scalp and shoulders. Suddenly her grip became almost unbearable as she brought her legs together as a vise on his head. She began bucking and the first real sounds of ecstasy escaped her lips. This continued for several seconds. Her body jumped at every instance his tongue touched hir clit. She pushed his head away and lay gasping, catching her breath. Then she slid up and pushed him back into the damp matress. His desire stood long and tall as she cupped his balls, then she touched the swollen head spreading the pre-cum across it. She looked wantonly into his eyes and said she so missed the real thing. With that she mounted him as he entered her without resistance. At first her head tilted back slightly as she relaxed into having a cock inside her again. Without moving her hips, she gripped him and released several times as her fingernails dug into his chest. Ben Wa Balls was all she said. After pulsating with her pussy alone, she began slowly undulating her hips. The waves began at a slow rhythm. There was a fever in her eyes as they locked onto his. Their bodies merged into one as his body filled with a warmth beyond what he had ever experienced. His ability to separate ejaculation from orgasm allowed him to tingle from head to toe, not not convulse into the tiny death that would end the moment. Time seemed to stand still. He was not aware of the past or the future as the universe resided in the present. She rode through orgasm after orgasm only pasuing slight before continuing. She was a woman so deeply in heat that modern realities vanished. Primordial instincts took over in both of them. After forever had passed, their single moment together climaxed as one responded to the other's fervent need. He filled her with his seed. They remained locked together in an eternal embrace. When he soften at last, they remained in one another's arms. As she slept, his thoughts were not sullied by fears or hesitations or regrets. What the future would hold will necessarily evolve from what had just occurred. For better or worse, neither of them would ever be the same again.  |
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