It Never Hurts to Be a Gentleman
If I had a nickel for every time my Mom had said that to me I'd never have to work another day in my life. I was never too sure what it meant, either. I knew about the manners thing, and the neatness thing, but Mom seemed to whip it out to cover a whole lot of unrelated issues. Last Friday night, it not only hurt to be a gentleman, it nearly got me killed. But then it got me....well...more than I'd ever had.
It was a typical Friday night, me and a couple of drinking buddies out sucking down brew and checking out the lovelies, who had checked us out and written us off as losers way earlier. I was checking out one lovely in particular, mostly to see if I could figure out what it was about her that made me stare at her.
She was kind of short, kind of plump, had a set of tits that entered a room way before she did and a round "fuck me now!!" kind of ass. She had dark hair, probably long, pulled back in some kind of English teacher type bun. Huge dark eyes. I could see the eyes glow from where I was sitting. She was delicately sipping on a white wine, talking with her covey of girlfriends, having a nice time. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I'd always thought I was the tall, thin blonde kind of guy, but this midget dumpling brunette had my cock on a string. I couldn't take my eyes off her...which meant I saw the asshole smack into her and dump a beer on her. I was across the room and beside her in less than a heartbeat, just in time to hear the asshole laugh at her and call her a "fat cow." Her huge dark eyes spilled over with tears and I drove my fist into the asshole's face. Asshole went down hard...and stayed down.
I hadn't realized he had two OTHER assholes with him until I hit the floor, my bells ringing. A lot of things happened quickly. When it settled down, I was sitting in a chair with the dumpling holding ice to my face and looking at me with those big eyes like I was the finest man she'd ever seen. I tried to strike the right hurt/not hurt balance, wincing a little but not too much, as she fussed over me. I could tell from the twinkle in her eye she wasn't buyin' a fucking word of it, but she was cool with it.
She let me convince her I was in no shape to drive home, and she should drive my car, and then I'd buy her a cab ride home. I leaned on her and she let me, and my fingers trailed along the top of her right tit, and she let me do that, too. Three feet inside the door of my apartment, she turned, smiled, and started taking her hair down. It was LONG...all the way down to her round ass. I gaped at her, not believing I was seeing what I was seeing. I figured to get a make-out session out of it.
She stripped naked, walked to me, looked up and grinned. "My hero," she said and attacked. The woman was a fiend. A short, plump sexual dynamo that could fuck a regiment into limping. She had me down on the floor, pants and shorts down around my ankles, her hot cunt riding my mouth...and her hot mouth swallowing my cock. I sucked her clit, both hands up squeezing her lush ass and she came all over my face. I sucked and lapped at her juices, sliding my tongue up to fuck her tight little pink asshole. She groaned in ecstasy and the vibrations tingled my cockhead...which it seemed to me had slid right into her throat. I tongued her hole good, managing to get a finger up to rub her clit and made her cum again. She came like a demon...body twitching, eyes rolling back in her head, loud, LOUD howls of pleasure. She had a suction grip on my cock that wasn't going to let go until she got what she wanted...and she did. She sucked the cum out of me faster than my cock could pump it, then kept sucking until I wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her off.
I kissed her, then put her on her back and went down on her again, sucking her clit as I finger fucked her pussy and ass. She gripped her ankles and howled, her tits shaking as the spasms slammed through her. My jaw nearly gave out sucking her. She just kept cumming like an orgasm machine. My cock got so hard it hurt. I slammed it into her tight pussy, wrapped my arms around her, lifted her into my lap and fucked her like that.
Her eyes went round with surprise, then she grinned, held on to my neck and humped the hell out of me. I shot cum deep into her hot cunt, stayed hard and kept fucking. The slurping sound of my cock driving into her cum filled cunt did something to us both. I slid her to the floor and fucked her like that, then put her on her hands and knees and fucked her like that, then opened up her tight little ass and fucked her like that. She howled like a banshee through the entire thing. I gripped her hips and drilled deep, flooding that lush ass with my cum.
Well, between the beating I'd taken, and the fucking I'd done, my entire body was a bruise the next morning. So me and the dumpling spent the weekend in bed.
© Morgan Grayson 2005
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