The couple Afterparty
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I walked out of the interview pumping my fist. My dream job and the biggest paycheck of my life were secured, and I needed to call my wife. It represented a major shift in our lives; uprooting our family to move from Reno, Nevada to my college-years home of San Diego, California; but it was well worth it. Somewhat reluctantly, my wife Victoria agreed that if I got the job, she would support me and move. She was the absolute love of my life and I couldn’t wait to share the good news with her.
My phone had been off during the interview, and when I turned it on, a torrent of texts and voicemails flooded in. My heart sank.
The Move
The funeral had been a blur. Unbeknownst to anyone there, Victoria was three months pregnant. We were waiting until the six-month mark to let anyone know. She, and our baby, were killed instantly by a drunk driver. Now, I was utterly, hopelessly alone.
To their credit, my new company delayed the start of my job by two months to give me time to mourn. I cancelled the lease I had signed for a two-bedroom house; I couldn’t stand to be in a bigger, empty house. I decided to go on Craigslist, rent a room, and make sure I had roommates. I knew if I was alone, I would end up jumping off a bridge.
I sent inquiries out to about a dozen places, but one in particular caught my eye. A Spanish villa overlooking the ocean with big bay windows and a basement where the new tenant would stay, it was clearly my top choice. The owner said it belonged to her grandparents and when they died, they left it to her. She needed a roommate to help pay her bills. We emailed back and forth and seemed to strike an unusually strong bond. I agreed to go visit the property that Saturday and went to the gym.
After my wife’s death, I had hit the gym hard. I was a shredded 200 pounds with perfect V-cut ab lines channeling down to my 9-inch, beer-can sized cock. I still didn’t have much of a sex drive, instead focusing all of my grief and anger into my workouts. Three hours a day, six days a week, I was feeling great physically but still crushed emotionally. So, with a heavy heart, I finally flew down to San Diego.
The Surprise
When I knocked on the door to the rental, I was excited. This place seemed vaguely familiar but I couldn’t figure out why. When the door opened, I instantly remembered.
“Jake? What the hell are you doing here??” the woman asked indignantly.
“Roxy...I...I’m looking to rent a room. Are you the woman I was messaging this whole time?”
Roxy was my college girlfriend. She was athletically curvy, 5’4 with D-cup breasts, honey brunette hair, and all through high school and college made money by dancing in music videos and movies.
We had broken up our senior year when I found out she was cheating on me with some coke head producer. He knocked her up and promptly left for his hometown in Brazil, never to be heard from again. After that, I graduated, moved from San Diego to Reno, met Victoria and moved on with my life. Roxy gave birth to a baby boy, got a job as a receptionist at an insurance company, and never tried to reach out to me. I made it clear I didn’t want to hear from her.
“I...I don’t know what to say. It’s good to see you,” Roxy managed.
“Fuck this, I’m leaving.”
I couldn’t stand to look at her. I hadn’t even seen her since the night she got drunk and passed out with her phone in hand. I came in to tuck her in and plug in her phone, saw the texts from the producer, left her a note, and never talked to her again.
“Please, Jake! Wait a minute. There is no way this is just a coincidence. I’ve never forgiven myself for what I did. Please, let’s just talk.”
I stood there, staring off into the calm, blue water of the Pacific and realized I couldn’t find a better place if I tried.
“Fine. But not now. I need to clear my head.”
I went down to the local bar and took three quick shots of bourbon. The bartender was a young Mexican girl named Angelica. She smiled at me and joked, “Too much of a pussy to drink tequila?”
“No, I only drink tequila when I’m trying to GET pussy.”
Angelica laughed at me and seductively leaned over the counter. “Then let’s drink some tequila.”
I looked over my shoulder and realized there was no one else in the bar. And I realized my cock was growing in my pants. I hadn’t gotten laid in months and Angelica was a knockout. Her huge tits were accentuated by her thick, glistening lips.
We each took a shot and she walked to the front door and locked it.
“It’s 2 PM. We don’t open back up until 5. We have the whole place to ourselves.”
With that, she grabbed me and slid her tongue deep into my mouth. My hands immediately found their way to her firm, curvy ass and hers found their way to my now stiffening cock.
“Whoa, what is going on in there?” She half-smiled, half-squirmed, realizing she was in for more than she thought.
“Get on your knees and find out.”
Right there in the middle of the bar, Angelica took my semi-hard cock, now about seven inches long and wider than her wrist, deep into her throat. I took a handful of her hair in one hand and reached down and slid off the straps of her halter top with the other. As it fell to her waist, her massive tits sprang out, perfectly firm, round, and with smallish brown nipples.
Angelica continued her slobbery deep-throating and I surprised myself with how forceful I was with her. Something made me want to take out my anger and pain and loss on her.
As if she read my mind, she looked up at my eyes and with a deep breath and between gasps for air, she said, “Whatever you need to get off your chest, take it out on me. I want all of you inside me.”
I picked her up and laid her doggy style over a stool. I stuck three fingers inside her mouth, gathered a handful of her stringy, throat spit, and lubed up her asshole.
“What..what are you do...OOOOOH MY GAAAAAWD! Si, Papi!!!”
Without even as much as a warning, I slid my massive member balls deep inside her slutty little asshole. Fish-hooking her mouth with two fingers and grabbing her hair with my other fist, I pounded her until the room echoed with sounds of my balls slapping her pussy, her indecipherable moans, and my angry, controlling, masculine grunts.
I finally let my fingers out of her mouth and grabbed a handful of her luscious tits. With a massive inhale, Angelica finally managed, “Cum in my mouth, Papi!”
I pulled my cock out of her ass with a pop, spun her around to her knees, and slammed my cock into her throat. Her lips looked so hot stretched around my gigantic meat, her light green eyes tearing up and mascara running.
As I continued pounding her throat, I felt months worth of sexual adrenaline pumping through my balls. I grabbed the sides of her head with both hands and launched my missile straight down her throat. Her eyes went blank as I screamed and shot load after load of thick, egg-white cum deep into her curvy belly.
I pulled my cock out with a slurp and she looked up smiling. “Anything else, mi amor?”
I couldn’t believe it. I had just punished her ass and her throat with my cock for twenty minutes, and this complete stranger couldn’t get enough. I looked down at her and smiled wickedly.
“No. Let’s clean that sexy face.”
I dragged her by her hair to the men’s bathroom and set her head near the lowest urinal. As I peed, the urine forked out in all directions. Angelica grabbed her tits and opened her mouth to catch as much as she could and gulped down three mouthfuls of my post-orgasm piss. As the last shake signaled the end of my stream, I suddenly felt a strong connection to Angelica. She got up licking her fingers and raised her eyebrows at me.
“I am going home to clean up. But tomorrow I want to hear all about whatever you’re dealing with, Papi. It must be really fucked up.”
She washed her hands, went out to the bar, and wrote her name and number on the back of a receipt.
“I’m muy serio. Call me, okay?”
With that, I walked out of the bar, a new man. I got in my car and drove back to Roxy’s house. I was ready to talk.
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