two sides to every story (closed)

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She whispered her need for him and he moaned in response. It felt good to have such a young vibrant sexy woman in bed with him. For the first time in years he felt desired, wanted, and sexy. He was so caught up in himself that he didn’t even realize the tone of her voice or that something could possibly be wrong. Call it selfishness or short sightedness but he simply didn’t know couldn’t possibly understand.

He grabbed her hips and moved her down to face him. He got on top of her sliding his muscular legs over hers as he leaned in and kissed her. His firm weight pressed upon her holding her and keeping her down at the same time. He angled his head down and buried himself once more in the nectar of her neck. He kissed and sucked from it his hands sliding down to her ass and pressing their bodies together.

“It feels so good to have a woman’s touch again” He told her shifting so his firm bulge pressed against her underwear “Can you feel it? How much I need you? How much I want you?”

He reached his hand down and pushed his boxers down. His hard cock popped out throbbing and bucking in between her legs. He moved and his cock hit her underwear its mushroom head rubbing against her slit as he moaned in pure wanton need.

 

[angelonmyknees]

He rolls me on my back then, making me face him as his body pressed down on me. He kissed me, and I put my arms around him. It seemed like the least I could do. After all, if I just lay there like a dead thing, he might leave, and I didn't want that. His weight pressing down on me made it hard to breathe, and I felt myself getting lightheaded.

It was sort of nice. My hips pushed up, my legs opened. I gasped shallow little breaths as he started kissing my neck. I was getting dizzy, and I wondered if I was going to pass out. I wondered if he would fuck me anyway, and a moan escaped my lips. I couldn't believe I was thinking about him fucking my unconscious body, but then he shifted, and I could breathe.

He slid his boxers down, and then I could feel his cock, throbbing, hot against the tender skin of my inner thighs. It pressed against me, and just the flimsy thong stopped it from going in. I gasped again. Was it just my imagination? It felt big.

"Oh, God, yes," I moaned. Of course I could feel it. He was shoving it between my legs like a battering ram, and he wondered if I could feel it?

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He hooked his fingers against her thong and pushed the material to the side. He didn’t bother to take it off of her to intent on getting inside of her to waste time on such a frivolous thing. He leaned in and kissed her sliding his tongue in as he pushed forward at the same time. He moaned as his hard-throbbing cock plunged into her parting her folds and dipping into her wetness. His hands fisted the bed gripping onto the sheets as he panted and buried himself in her. He didn’t stop not until his balls rested against her soft supple skin.

“So good” He moaned panting out as he felt her core tighten around him “You simple divine my dear”

He began to move sliding his hips up and down as he worked his cock in and out of her. The pleasure at what he was doing only enhanced things for him. Instead of sitting at home with his dull wife he was in a hotel room making love to a woman younger than him! He couldn’t help but feel a bit of a heady rush at that a joy that he was doing such a taboo thing.

That joy and rush caused him to thrust in and out of her harder and faster. His hands ran down to her ass and grabbed the soft supple flesh as he pounded into her. The smell of their sex began to fill the room and their heat caused the room to become hot as sweat ran down his spine.

 

[angelonmyknees]

As that big cock slid deeper, my body took over. My soul may have been numb, but deep in my pussy, I was anything but. I felt like I was watching myself squirming on the bed, shuddering as you pumped into me. I heard the moans and squeals coming from my mouth with each thrust.

As you started thrusting faster, I noticed your eyes. Watching your cock sliding in and out of me. There was nothing intimate about this. This was just a hook up. I was just a warm slut for you to fuck. I couldn't blame you. I knew what you wanted, and I was eager to give it to you. In a strange way, I was using you, too. I needed to feel some kind of human contact, even if it was only the crude physical contact of your cock thrusting into me.

It was getting hot. I could see sweat glistening on your body in a way that should have been beautiful. I wrapped my legs tight around your waist, and I clenched my pussy. I gave a gasp, and then another, and then I dug my nails into your back.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Oh god... I'm so close... oh god... fuck me... yes... yes... YES!" I clenched, I threw my arms back and thrashed my body around.

Of course I was faking. I never cum when I'm in this dark place, but I knew it would please you. If I pleased you, you might stay.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He felt her dig her nails into him and he hissed in pleasure and pain. She clenched her pussy around him further drawing him in and making him moan out loud once more. Distantly she heard her crying out for him and he eagerly responded with deep shuddering thrusts. He was ashamed to feel his cum already filling inside of him. It was so long since he last had a woman like this that there was no way he was going to last very long.

So he gave it his all thrusting in faster and deeper and bucking his body. His cock swelled inside of her its big bulbous head tugging down on her G spot as he rode himself closer to the edge. He buried his head in her neck licking her sweet sweat and whimpering as he felt himself tip over.

“Oh god that’s it that’s it!” He screamed his hand fisting the bed as his cock swelled and then burst inside of her. He came hard months of pent up sexual aggression flowing into her with the force of a damn bursting. He continued to ride her the entire time making no move to pull out as he instead continued to fuck her through his orgasm.

 

[angelonmyknees]

He fucks me so hard, I can feel it in my bones. When he starts to cum, I cling to him, whispering "Yes, yes, yes," in his ear. I wish I weren't in this dark space. I wish I could feel it as more than just a physical sensation I register and accept. I wish I was able to be in the moment, to feel the overwheming pleasure of getting fucked, instead of just enjoying the idea that I'm getting fucked. I arch my body and squirm and coo, and I hold him. I might not be able to cum, I might not be able to feel the things you're supposed to feel when you fuck, but that doesn't make me need him any less.

The weight of him pressing down on me, his warmth, his presence on me and in me. I needed that to keep me from sinking deeper into the mire of my mind. As he floods my pussy with his cum, and his cock seems to push it deeper and deeper, I just hope we can do this again sometime when I'm better. There are dark thoughts, of course. What if he's just using me? What if he's got some disease? What if he's some psycho?

I shake my head. There's nothing to be done now. It's too late. Just hold him, feel how strong he is, how full I am of his cock. Let out a soft moan and squeeze him, wince a little. At least I don't have to fake the sore tenderness in my pussy.

"Thank you," I whisper.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He felt his orgasm beginning to fade and slowly pulled off of her. He looked at her with a mixture of adoration, love, and desire. He pulled away from her rolling to the free side of the bed to regard her. His tongue flicked out over her lips as if he was still hungry for the taste of her. Outside a car passed by the window its headlights briefly illuminating the dimly lit room. The light faded shrouding them in half shadows and darkness. After a few seconds his hand reached out running up and down her side.

“Thank me?” He said his voice hoarse with the release of sex. There was happiness in there as well and he looked very much like a lion who ate a succulent doe.

“There isn’t any need to thank me” He said chuckling “I should be thanking you! What we just did was amazing. I haven’t felt this alive in years”

He meant it to. Not only was he satisfied with sex for the first time in years but he also felt alive. There was minor guilt about having cheated on his wife but that was small at best. His wife wanted to forsake him focus more on her many clubs and events. It wasn’t his fault that she abandoned him and he couldn’t be blamed for finding someone who wanted him.

“Can you stay tonight?” He asked softly his tone hopeful.

 

[angelonmyknees]

"Stay?" I say, like it's a foreign idea. It isn't that I didn't want to, I just hadn't expected him to ask. I expected him to roll off and take a quick shower. I frown. I wonder why he wants me to stay. Does he think this is something more than a pick-up? I bite my lip and nod, nervously. I don't want to hope. If I start hoping, then I'll be vulnerable.

"OK." I say softly. It's too late, I think, looking down. I'm already hoping. He said he should thank me. He said he hadn't felt this way in years. That's good, right? He'll want to feel it again. So what if he's just using me? That's what relationships are. People using each other to get what they want. Like I had planned on using someone when I placed the ad. At best, people used each other and nobody got burned too badly. I just had to stop feeling hope.

"Your wife won't wonder where you are?" I say. I try not to sound judgey. Hell, I don't really know that he's married, but I'm pretty sure. There was a kind of neediness in the way he took me.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

“No she won’t” He said wincing as he remembered his wife.

“She is with her friends on some all-night event” He explained sliding out of bed and stretching “some church thing or something along those lines. It isn’t important”

He moved over to his discarded pants and fished his pants out. He unlocked his phone and searched for a local pizza place. Once he found one he turned to her.

“Make yourself comfortable” He said with a smile “I’m going to order some pizza”

He turned his back to her and moved over to the corner. He ordered two pizza’s paying for them over the phone and giving the delivery person the address for the hotel.

 

[angelonmyknees]

Pizza in the afterglow of sex leads to drooping eyelids and...

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A week later, and he hasn't called.

I look at myself in the mirror, scowling. The red skirt covers my ass, just barely.

Why hasn't he called? I wonder. Did I do something wrong? No. I did everything he wanted. I fucked his brains out. He said he hadn't felt so alive in years, so whatever the problem was, it was on his end.

I turn and bend forward. The skimpy black g string winks at me from under my skirt. I wonder if the skirt's too long. After all, I had to bend way forward. I bite my lip.

Jack. I should have known better. I always do that when I get depressed, just hand myself off to whatever guy shows me the least bit of attention. The worst part is, I can't even enjoy it. Jack had such a nice cock. He fucked me good and hard, too, the way married guys do. I fucking love married guys. I love big cocks. Why hasn't he called?

I slip the bra on. Black and lacy, part of a set with the g string, maximum lift and minimal coverage. My tits look like a couple of jiggly grapefruit. I put on the top. It covers less than the average athletic bra, leaving my midriff bare and slipping off one shoulder.

Maybe he thought he did something. Guys are like that, always reading into things.

I step into my heels. 5 inches. I look hot. My lipstick is the same cherry red as my skirt, my heels and lingerie are black, the top is white.

I'll set him straight, I think. Half an hour later, I walk past his receptionist. Her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are perfect circles, and she reaches for the phone too late, because my hand is already on the door, pushing it open.

"Jack," I coo, sweetly. "It's been a week and you haven't called."

 

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The man in question glanced up his eyes as wide as saucers as he took in the girl standing before him. Two other men stood in his room looking equally shocked at the sight of such a sexy young girl in slutty outfit asking for him. It was comical the way they turned back to glance at him a cross between disbelief and confusion on their face. Jack himself looked as pale as a ghost his face devoid of any real emotion as he continued to stare at her.

The minutes stretched by before one of the men in the office finally cleared his throat. Jack jumped as if a gunshot went off and quickly turned to the two men inside the room.

“If you excuse me gentleman” Jack said gesturing at the door “It would seem one of the girls I am working with as part of an outreach program needs my attention”

Whether the two men bought the story or not was up for debate. They simple nodded and brushed past her both of them still openly starring at her and eye fucking her. When they disappeared out the door he marched over grabbing her arm and all but dragging her into the room.

“Are you insane!” He whispered closing the door behind her “You can’t just march into my office like that! Everyone saw you! I called you three days ago but the number you gave me was a false one and I figured you didn’t want to see me again!”

 

[angelonmyknees]

"Fuck you!" she snapped. Why would he think she was insane? "What's your problem, anyway? Why would I give you a fake number?" As soon as she said it, she knew why. Of course she would give him a fake number. She had been horribly depressed that night, and she was always doing things like that to sabotage herself.

"Besides, you could have just got in touch with me through the site," she said, and then remembered she had taken her profile down. For a heartbeat, her forehead furrowed, and she wondered if maybe it wasn't his fault. She shook her head.

"Anyway, I'm here now, asshole" she snarled. She pulled her arm free from his and walked across the office to his desk. She took her lipstick out and grabbed the first piece of paper she saw, and wrote her number across it. As she wrote, she remembered why she was here, and her anger vanished.

"OK?" she said, turning to face him. She grinned, and her eyes dropped to his lap. "I missed you. I can't stop thinking about that cock."

She stalked towards him.

"You didn't even let me give you a blowjob the other night," she pouted.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

What the hell?

Jack tried to make sense of what was happening and what she was saying. It was almost as if she had multiple personality disorder or some shit! The way she bounced from being angry at him to know asking about his cock was insane!

He would be lying if he said he didn’t find it hot.

“You can’t come here and do this again” He said coming over and grabbing both of her shoulders “You have to go but tonight we can meet if you want.”

His eyes flickered to the door worried that at any minute his wife would burst in. His receptionist could have called her by now and told her about the strange woman who was in her husband’s office. IF she did then his freedom would be over!

“I promise I will see you tonight” He said to her leaning in and giving her a deep passionate kiss “We can do whatever you want! You just have to go now!”

 

[angelonmyknees]

"What the hell?" I said. He was obviously completely out of his mind. He wanted me to go, and then meet him tonight. It didn't make any sense. And when he grabbed my shoulders, I knew what he really wanted.

I sank to my knees, grinning at him. Part of him didn't want me to leave, and I reached up and started to undo his belt. He was still babbling, saying I had to go, but he would do whatever I wanted. I giggled and grabbed his cock through his pants as I opened his fly.

"Jack," I purred. "Calm down. You're getting hysterical. Let me help."

I slid eased his cock out of his underwear and licked the tip.

"Mmmmm that's what I've been dreaming of," I moan softly. "So what do you want to do tonight? There's that new club on water street." My lips brushed against the tip of his cock as I spoke, and then I slid them around the head.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

Jack continued to talk not understanding what she was doing even as she dropped to her knees. He felt her hands pulling his zipper down began to speak louder.

“You really have to go” He said over and over again even as she pulled out his cock “My receptionist could come in any second and then we wouldn’t be able to see each other again”

Either she wasn’t listening or didn’t care. She effulged his cock taking it deep in her mouth and causing him to finally stop and groan in pure pleasure.

“You can’t do this again” He said moaning in pleasure “Can’t show up in my office”

His cock throbbed in her mouth pulsating with need. He closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure running his hands through her hair.

“We can go to the club if you want” He said all protest dead on his lips.