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Priming Peters Perpetual Perversion
Priming Peters Perpetual Perversion
Priming Peters Perpetual Perversion
Say it fast 10 times...
As funny as it sounded coming from my lips as I pressed the button to replay the trilogy of messages that Peter left, I heard the desperation in his voice. Begging. It was a melody that I sang myself just a few months ago on Marks cell phone, but only after doing a few previous versions of the ballad with a small string of bad choices that I called boyfriends during the time my little girl was growing up. The song was different with Mark, like it was with Castillo. I couldn't let go of them. They both knew how to take me to another place, away from the craziness that life brought. Away from all the bad things that happen to good people. Away to a place where them being inside of me allowed me to hide inside of them.
Peter's recorded voice traveled in my ears in a barge of sincerity and horniness. “Mia, hi, it's Pete...um...I picked up some Chinese, so ya don't gotta cook..and I got some wine, if ya like, and I'm watchin T.V and waitin for ya ta call..k? I'll come pick ya up..k? ok..bye...” . The second message blipped on and Peter's voice was there, as if the previous one didn't exist “ Hiya, Mia, it's Pete, I'm really glad you said you'd come over, I got somethin for you to where for your pictures..I mean a couple things, but you can wear whatever ya want, I mean, ya always look so sexy, and you can wear whatever ya want, but I got this this for ya, if ya want. And I got some wine. Red wine. K? ok..Bye”.
The third message led me to believe that Peter was already working on his “little hard-on that could” and perhaps even started the wine. “ Mia, you're gonna look so hot in this, I'm waitin for ya, thinkin about takin your picture,,,,, you can take the Alfa home tonight with the dealer plates and it'll be all yours by Monday...all yours...k?” I heard a few jagged breaths and a click. I imagined Peter pulling on his little cock and rubbing lingerie on his chest. I giggled to myself, knowing that he was harmless. His only sin was his obsessive horniness that was a direct result of an absence of any true affection and having to pay for sex, or close to it, with the girls at the strip club that worked overtime.
I threw on a tight back bra and G string and hunted for something slutty enough for my evenings work. I found a little red dress that hadn't seen use since outings with Mark. He loved short skirts with my bare legs as his hands were constantly inspecting my ass and he was always so kind to offer to “fix my panties for me”. Once again, my pleasurable dream was interrupted by the image of Mark on his back with his new blonde and busty girlfriend riding him like a horse. Each of her tits were bigger than his head and I thought about him in sheer ecstasy as her huge breasts slapped him in the face. I put my hand on my breast and thought about how I always thought I was so big, but really barely average for a bigboob lover like Mark. I pinched my nipple through the silky clothe and tried to sway my thoughts away from what was a now nightmare of my ex's new bouncy, blonde, bombshell grinding on his dick. .. As always I turned my thoughts to Castillo, his messy hair in the sand, and the salt air. I felt myself getting the G string damp and yanked my eager hand from my nipple. I turned my thoughts to making Peter horny, which I already knew he was quite capable of doing.
I called Peter who answered on the first ring, and had him waiting outside before I could grab my purse. As I locked my way out of the apartment I noticed two men carrying a couch into the apartment across the way. Both apartments shared the small back yard with a feeble attempt at privacy fence that was a skimpy row of forsythia that bloomed yellow in the spring and did nothing but shade my garden for the rest of the growing season. I thought about some happy loving couple in the backyard kissing at the barbeque grill and the torment I would surely endure. I managed to make it to Peter's car without a peak at the new neighbors that would soon be filling the empty apartment with the joy of a new beginning. Once again, a commercial popped in my head, shattering the image of the serene couple and replacing it with an image of Peter jacking off to a framed picture of my ass.
He was waiting in the Alfa, and old AC/DC song blasting in what sounded like some decent speakers. Peter hopped out and quickly came around and opened the door for me. “This isn't a “date” Peter, ok? You don't have to do that.” He looked at me and almost bowed as I sat down in the little '69 convertible. Still with its original leather, the car had a unique smell that could only come from the leather absorbing the odors of grease and exhaust from living in a mechanics garage. It was the smell of my fathers car. Like Peter's garage, my father fixed mostly Italian cars. “Mia, it seems to me that you must go with guys that don't treat ya good! I'd open doors for ya whenever I could” . There was something missing from Peter's usual demeanor. In an attempt to set him straight, and remind him that this was a business transaction and not a courtship, I said “Peter, the only reason you would hold the door open for me was so you could get a better look at my tits...” He confirmed his usual character and replied. “It's actually your ass I was lookin at Mia...and the way you gotta spread your legs to get into the car” . His perverted grin told me that I was on the clock and work had already begun. Peter sat in the car and wiggled a little before squeezing at his cock through his pants and said “Mia, ya always make me so hard, lookin at chya” and he let go the bulge under his zipper and let it migrate to my bare thigh. I let in linger for just a few seconds before I slapped it like a mosquito and said “Don't fuck with me Peter.” He smiled grew even larger, grateful for attention of the slap and said “That's why I like you Mia, that's why I like you..”We sped off to the sounds of rock blaring from the speakers, the smell of leather, and my new car humming down the road.
I had been to Peter's house on many occasions. Our families had close ties and he inherited his parents house and turned his Dad's machine shop into a Garage. His dad was known throughout the northeast, often having enormous parts of bizarre looking machines like turbines to hydro dams. After my father passed, Peter was the next best Foreign Auto Mechanic in the area. He, along with my brothers, spent all their spare time there, or at my fathers place, working and partying around their cars. If they weren't at Peters, they were in some other spot, listening to tunes, and partying in there cars. It was Peter that started fixing motorcycles, and it was he who hooked me up with mine. Between his father's shop and my dads garage, Peter was smart enough to absorb anything and everything he could about machines. He was a chubby, ugly, perverted genius.
I let Peter follow me so he could watch my ass as I walked up the steps to his door. I didn't need to do anything but stand there to arouse him. He fumbled with the key and said “I got some wine, Mia, and I could heat ya up some Chinese...” Peter inherited his Italian hospitality and made sure I knew, several times, that there was plenty to eat and drink. I let him pour me wine, and as we stood in the kitchen, I ate a few spoonfuls of fried rice because, like myself, Peter wouldn't be settled until his guest had eaten something-hungry or not. I swilled some wine and said “So Peter, what did you have in mind for pictures? Nothing too nasty I hope.” “No. Mia” he said “ you are too sweet, I just want some pictures, close up, of your tis and your ass, hangin out and your panties. I really like panties.” I twinged at the thought of all the similarities I had with this man. I thought of how I much I loved the feeling of my underpants easing there way into the lips of my pussy. I thought about how Peter would love to shove his hard little cock into my snatch while pulling my panties to the side. As horny as I was, I had no desire for this mans dick, and thought about what a catch he would be for the right lady. He had the house, the cars, the money and the skills to keep bringing the money in. If someone could be attracted to him, they would live like a queen. A well fucked queen.
As it turned out, Peter also had a knack for computers and I noticed several cameras on a long table that displayed a computer and various electronics. In front of the couch was a flat screen on the wall as big as my bed. “You got your computer hooked up to this big screen Peter?” My mind imagined Peter surfing for porn with bigger than life cocks and pussies on the big screen. “Hell yeah” he said like a little boy at Christmas “ I got it all wireless networked through the whole house. I have cams inside and outside and I can watch the shop from here.” With a few clicks, Peter had multiple windows opened on the big screen. Quite scenes of the front and back yard filled the squares , and the shop storefront showed Peters German Shepard in front of the counter licking his balls . “I set it all up for security “ he said proudly “but I found out I like to like to watch things...” Peters perverted grin grew wide on his face. I tried to imagine what he watched and was suddenly reminded of my cleaning job at Mr. Wallace's house in the morning, and the odd pleasure I got from knowing he was watching me from behind closed doors.
Peter grabbed a paper bag that looked like that of a boutique shop.” I got this for a lady once but she didn't want it. I woulda got somethin special for you, but I didn't have time. For a second, he looked like the awkward boy I remembered growing up. “Thanks Peter” I said as I took the bag “do you want me to go put it on?”. He looked at me, again like a c***d, and said “Well if ya don't mind, I'd like to watch you put it on. It might sound weird but I love to watch a woman get dressed...squeezing your titties in a bra and pullin up yer undies...” I wondered who Peter was watching to know he liked this so much. Perhaps the porn? The strip clubs? Was he spying on people? I thought about our first encounter at the Garage. I remembered how horny it made him to see my tiities bouncing out of my bra and up over my blouse. How he grunted like a dog when I bent over and wiggled my ass in his face. “Ok Peter, where's your camera? You gonna play photographer?” He just about leaped up and grabbed a small digital camera off of his computer desk. “Do ya mind if we take the pictures on my bed? I like close ups, mostly, but would like to think about you on my bed...is that ok wit you, Mia?” his face was longing, like a dog waiting for his treat. I took my cue and grabbed the tacky babydoll and two bras from the bag. I dropped the paper bag on the floor and proceeded up the steps towards what used to be his parents room. “In here?” I said, turning on the tease, and leaning into the door frame, and jutting my chest out. “Fuck yeah” he said, and I knew at this point I may not here much more than that from Peter this evening.
I walked over to the bed and, as I suspected, there was another computer set up and a smaller, but still massive flat screen on the wall. “Are you taping me Peter?” knowing I wouldn't know or believe him if he said no. “Not if you don't want me to.... Mia, I can turn the cam in here off...” I thought about the little Alfa Romeo I would be driving home after Peter got his pictures and decided to let the poor man have his pleasure. “You can keep it on Peter, I know how much you like to “watch things” and I think it would be a fair part of the deal.” Happy to here this, Peter turned on his camera. I tossed the lingerie on the bed and gave Peter his first set of photos. I bent over and let my red dress ride up so my ass peaked out. “Fuck yeah” Peters mantra started “this is like my dream come true, Mia, you fuckin make me so hard!” I took my time and waved my ass back and forth for him as he snapped away. I reached down and hiked my dress up and started paying with my G string. “Fuck fuck yeah, baby, oh fuck yeah” he growled as he was clicking away. I turned around and sat on the corner of the bed and straddled it. Peter made grunting sounds and I reached down and adjusted my underwear by pulling it up into my pussy. “Ahhhhhh fuck” Peter said pointing his camera at my legs , open wide. I let him snap away creating his horny memories and reached up and started playing with my tits. Peter snapped away in approval as I seductively pushed my tits up and out of my bra so the thin red dress barely covered my nipples. I can see Peters mouth hanging open behind his camera. I shook them back and forth a little before I reached into the dress and grabbed both nipples with my fingers and pulled my tits up out of the dress. I smiled as I let them flop and bounce for Peter's pictures. This made him put the camera down and squeeze the front of his pants with both hands. “I gotta, Mia, I gotta” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled his little cock out. He gave it a few quick hard jerks before he picked up his camera. And started snapping pictures of not only me, but his hard dick.
He let his cock dangle from the open zipper of his pants as he photographed me slowly trying on two bras, that to his delight, were way too small. Peter grabbed his dick and pulled on the head, as if to make it bigger. He shaved his balls. The mark of the porn addict, I thought, and remembered my hairy Dominican lover, and how the hair from the top of his head to his feet excited me. I thought about Castillo as I pulled on the black babydoll that Peter had bought for someone who didn't want it. I played and posed for Peter on the short, black, sheer little garment that pushed my tits together. I straddled the edge of the bed again and gave Peter quite a show. I bounced for him on the edge of the bed as he kept the camera shutter clicking away. I thought about the sand, and the man that wasn't mine fucking my fears away and pounding them through my body and into the sand. The thought of Castillo made me crazy and I shut my eyes and reached down to my wet pussy with my panties rubbing on my clit. I pulled on my nipples and let them pop over the tacky little negligee so that I could pull and twist them one at a time. I shut my eyes and threw my head back and made little circles as I rubbed my pussy and made sure each nipple got the same attention. I came quickly and opened my eye to Peter franticly jerking his cock at me.”Oh Fuck Mia, fuckin gonna cum...lemmee cum on ya Mia, please...gotta cum..” His hand was pulling at his cock like he was trying to yank it off. “Fuckin cum on you” he groaned over and over. “ “Here Peter, cum on my titties, get em all wet with your jizz” I held my tits up to catch his spew, but I was too late. Peter's cum, didn't shoot, but drizzled out over the head of his cock, the same way it did earlier at the garage. He groaned and milked it out and he let it drip onto the rug. I wondered how much sperm was on that rug from years of frustrated masturbation. Glad to not have to wipe cum off of me, I slowly put my own bra and panties and slipped my dress on while Peter watched and rubbed his cum all over his cock. “Whoa, Mia, that was hot, aye? Were you thinking about me wanking my meat while you came? I saw you cum! I can smell it!” As he said this he grabbed his Dick down at his balls and shook it at me. “It was real hot, Peter” I said, lying to him so easily “did you get enough pictures?” He never answered me, and I took that as a yes. I watched him as he licked his own cum off of his fingers, something none of the men in my life ever did.. “Do you want some?” He said, and extended his cum soaked hand to me as if he were offering me a piece of cake. “No thank you Peter” trying to hide any disgust that his action created..” I'm real tired and have to clean a house in the morning so I should probably get going.”
Peter followed me down the steps and into the kitchen, his half hard cock trying to peep out from his open zipper. He started rubbing on it and said “You could stay, we could drink some more wine and--” I stopped him with my words the same way I swatted his hand on my thigh in the car. “Pictures, Peter, that was the deal.” He backed off like a dog that knew his place and let go of his dick. “Thank you, Mia, ya know I've always drooled over you........thank you...and if you ever change your mind..” I let him drift away in his head as I grabbed the Alfa key off the counter, as I too was headed to a far away place. A place in my head filled with swirling black hair in the white sand, and brown skin on brown skin fucking quietly near the waves. No more words were exchanged as I walked out the door. Peter watched me walk away like it was my first day going off to kindergarten, and I strutted away and slid into the car as if I just graduated from high school. Both of us so similar. Both of us hoping for new beginnings, not being able to escape the past.
Priming Peters Perpetual Perversion
Priming Peters Perpetual Perversion
Say it fast 10 times...
As funny as it sounded coming from my lips as I pressed the button to replay the trilogy of messages that Peter left, I heard the desperation in his voice. Begging. It was a melody that I sang myself just a few months ago on Marks cell phone, but only after doing a few previous versions of the ballad with a small string of bad choices that I called boyfriends during the time my little girl was growing up. The song was different with Mark, like it was with Castillo. I couldn't let go of them. They both knew how to take me to another place, away from the craziness that life brought. Away from all the bad things that happen to good people. Away to a place where them being inside of me allowed me to hide inside of them.
Peter's recorded voice traveled in my ears in a barge of sincerity and horniness. “Mia, hi, it's Pete...um...I picked up some Chinese, so ya don't gotta cook..and I got some wine, if ya like, and I'm watchin T.V and waitin for ya ta call..k? I'll come pick ya up..k? ok..bye...” . The second message blipped on and Peter's voice was there, as if the previous one didn't exist “ Hiya, Mia, it's Pete, I'm really glad you said you'd come over, I got somethin for you to where for your pictures..I mean a couple things, but you can wear whatever ya want, I mean, ya always look so sexy, and you can wear whatever ya want, but I got this this for ya, if ya want. And I got some wine. Red wine. K? ok..Bye”.
The third message led me to believe that Peter was already working on his “little hard-on that could” and perhaps even started the wine. “ Mia, you're gonna look so hot in this, I'm waitin for ya, thinkin about takin your picture,,,,, you can take the Alfa home tonight with the dealer plates and it'll be all yours by Monday...all yours...k?” I heard a few jagged breaths and a click. I imagined Peter pulling on his little cock and rubbing lingerie on his chest. I giggled to myself, knowing that he was harmless. His only sin was his obsessive horniness that was a direct result of an absence of any true affection and having to pay for sex, or close to it, with the girls at the strip club that worked overtime.
I threw on a tight back bra and G string and hunted for something slutty enough for my evenings work. I found a little red dress that hadn't seen use since outings with Mark. He loved short skirts with my bare legs as his hands were constantly inspecting my ass and he was always so kind to offer to “fix my panties for me”. Once again, my pleasurable dream was interrupted by the image of Mark on his back with his new blonde and busty girlfriend riding him like a horse. Each of her tits were bigger than his head and I thought about him in sheer ecstasy as her huge breasts slapped him in the face. I put my hand on my breast and thought about how I always thought I was so big, but really barely average for a bigboob lover like Mark. I pinched my nipple through the silky clothe and tried to sway my thoughts away from what was a now nightmare of my ex's new bouncy, blonde, bombshell grinding on his dick. .. As always I turned my thoughts to Castillo, his messy hair in the sand, and the salt air. I felt myself getting the G string damp and yanked my eager hand from my nipple. I turned my thoughts to making Peter horny, which I already knew he was quite capable of doing.
I called Peter who answered on the first ring, and had him waiting outside before I could grab my purse. As I locked my way out of the apartment I noticed two men carrying a couch into the apartment across the way. Both apartments shared the small back yard with a feeble attempt at privacy fence that was a skimpy row of forsythia that bloomed yellow in the spring and did nothing but shade my garden for the rest of the growing season. I thought about some happy loving couple in the backyard kissing at the barbeque grill and the torment I would surely endure. I managed to make it to Peter's car without a peak at the new neighbors that would soon be filling the empty apartment with the joy of a new beginning. Once again, a commercial popped in my head, shattering the image of the serene couple and replacing it with an image of Peter jacking off to a framed picture of my ass.
He was waiting in the Alfa, and old AC/DC song blasting in what sounded like some decent speakers. Peter hopped out and quickly came around and opened the door for me. “This isn't a “date” Peter, ok? You don't have to do that.” He looked at me and almost bowed as I sat down in the little '69 convertible. Still with its original leather, the car had a unique smell that could only come from the leather absorbing the odors of grease and exhaust from living in a mechanics garage. It was the smell of my fathers car. Like Peter's garage, my father fixed mostly Italian cars. “Mia, it seems to me that you must go with guys that don't treat ya good! I'd open doors for ya whenever I could” . There was something missing from Peter's usual demeanor. In an attempt to set him straight, and remind him that this was a business transaction and not a courtship, I said “Peter, the only reason you would hold the door open for me was so you could get a better look at my tits...” He confirmed his usual character and replied. “It's actually your ass I was lookin at Mia...and the way you gotta spread your legs to get into the car” . His perverted grin told me that I was on the clock and work had already begun. Peter sat in the car and wiggled a little before squeezing at his cock through his pants and said “Mia, ya always make me so hard, lookin at chya” and he let go the bulge under his zipper and let it migrate to my bare thigh. I let in linger for just a few seconds before I slapped it like a mosquito and said “Don't fuck with me Peter.” He smiled grew even larger, grateful for attention of the slap and said “That's why I like you Mia, that's why I like you..”We sped off to the sounds of rock blaring from the speakers, the smell of leather, and my new car humming down the road.
I had been to Peter's house on many occasions. Our families had close ties and he inherited his parents house and turned his Dad's machine shop into a Garage. His dad was known throughout the northeast, often having enormous parts of bizarre looking machines like turbines to hydro dams. After my father passed, Peter was the next best Foreign Auto Mechanic in the area. He, along with my brothers, spent all their spare time there, or at my fathers place, working and partying around their cars. If they weren't at Peters, they were in some other spot, listening to tunes, and partying in there cars. It was Peter that started fixing motorcycles, and it was he who hooked me up with mine. Between his father's shop and my dads garage, Peter was smart enough to absorb anything and everything he could about machines. He was a chubby, ugly, perverted genius.
I let Peter follow me so he could watch my ass as I walked up the steps to his door. I didn't need to do anything but stand there to arouse him. He fumbled with the key and said “I got some wine, Mia, and I could heat ya up some Chinese...” Peter inherited his Italian hospitality and made sure I knew, several times, that there was plenty to eat and drink. I let him pour me wine, and as we stood in the kitchen, I ate a few spoonfuls of fried rice because, like myself, Peter wouldn't be settled until his guest had eaten something-hungry or not. I swilled some wine and said “So Peter, what did you have in mind for pictures? Nothing too nasty I hope.” “No. Mia” he said “ you are too sweet, I just want some pictures, close up, of your tis and your ass, hangin out and your panties. I really like panties.” I twinged at the thought of all the similarities I had with this man. I thought of how I much I loved the feeling of my underpants easing there way into the lips of my pussy. I thought about how Peter would love to shove his hard little cock into my snatch while pulling my panties to the side. As horny as I was, I had no desire for this mans dick, and thought about what a catch he would be for the right lady. He had the house, the cars, the money and the skills to keep bringing the money in. If someone could be attracted to him, they would live like a queen. A well fucked queen.
As it turned out, Peter also had a knack for computers and I noticed several cameras on a long table that displayed a computer and various electronics. In front of the couch was a flat screen on the wall as big as my bed. “You got your computer hooked up to this big screen Peter?” My mind imagined Peter surfing for porn with bigger than life cocks and pussies on the big screen. “Hell yeah” he said like a little boy at Christmas “ I got it all wireless networked through the whole house. I have cams inside and outside and I can watch the shop from here.” With a few clicks, Peter had multiple windows opened on the big screen. Quite scenes of the front and back yard filled the squares , and the shop storefront showed Peters German Shepard in front of the counter licking his balls . “I set it all up for security “ he said proudly “but I found out I like to like to watch things...” Peters perverted grin grew wide on his face. I tried to imagine what he watched and was suddenly reminded of my cleaning job at Mr. Wallace's house in the morning, and the odd pleasure I got from knowing he was watching me from behind closed doors.
Peter grabbed a paper bag that looked like that of a boutique shop.” I got this for a lady once but she didn't want it. I woulda got somethin special for you, but I didn't have time. For a second, he looked like the awkward boy I remembered growing up. “Thanks Peter” I said as I took the bag “do you want me to go put it on?”. He looked at me, again like a c***d, and said “Well if ya don't mind, I'd like to watch you put it on. It might sound weird but I love to watch a woman get dressed...squeezing your titties in a bra and pullin up yer undies...” I wondered who Peter was watching to know he liked this so much. Perhaps the porn? The strip clubs? Was he spying on people? I thought about our first encounter at the Garage. I remembered how horny it made him to see my tiities bouncing out of my bra and up over my blouse. How he grunted like a dog when I bent over and wiggled my ass in his face. “Ok Peter, where's your camera? You gonna play photographer?” He just about leaped up and grabbed a small digital camera off of his computer desk. “Do ya mind if we take the pictures on my bed? I like close ups, mostly, but would like to think about you on my bed...is that ok wit you, Mia?” his face was longing, like a dog waiting for his treat. I took my cue and grabbed the tacky babydoll and two bras from the bag. I dropped the paper bag on the floor and proceeded up the steps towards what used to be his parents room. “In here?” I said, turning on the tease, and leaning into the door frame, and jutting my chest out. “Fuck yeah” he said, and I knew at this point I may not here much more than that from Peter this evening.
I walked over to the bed and, as I suspected, there was another computer set up and a smaller, but still massive flat screen on the wall. “Are you taping me Peter?” knowing I wouldn't know or believe him if he said no. “Not if you don't want me to.... Mia, I can turn the cam in here off...” I thought about the little Alfa Romeo I would be driving home after Peter got his pictures and decided to let the poor man have his pleasure. “You can keep it on Peter, I know how much you like to “watch things” and I think it would be a fair part of the deal.” Happy to here this, Peter turned on his camera. I tossed the lingerie on the bed and gave Peter his first set of photos. I bent over and let my red dress ride up so my ass peaked out. “Fuck yeah” Peters mantra started “this is like my dream come true, Mia, you fuckin make me so hard!” I took my time and waved my ass back and forth for him as he snapped away. I reached down and hiked my dress up and started paying with my G string. “Fuck fuck yeah, baby, oh fuck yeah” he growled as he was clicking away. I turned around and sat on the corner of the bed and straddled it. Peter made grunting sounds and I reached down and adjusted my underwear by pulling it up into my pussy. “Ahhhhhh fuck” Peter said pointing his camera at my legs , open wide. I let him snap away creating his horny memories and reached up and started playing with my tits. Peter snapped away in approval as I seductively pushed my tits up and out of my bra so the thin red dress barely covered my nipples. I can see Peters mouth hanging open behind his camera. I shook them back and forth a little before I reached into the dress and grabbed both nipples with my fingers and pulled my tits up out of the dress. I smiled as I let them flop and bounce for Peter's pictures. This made him put the camera down and squeeze the front of his pants with both hands. “I gotta, Mia, I gotta” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled his little cock out. He gave it a few quick hard jerks before he picked up his camera. And started snapping pictures of not only me, but his hard dick.
He let his cock dangle from the open zipper of his pants as he photographed me slowly trying on two bras, that to his delight, were way too small. Peter grabbed his dick and pulled on the head, as if to make it bigger. He shaved his balls. The mark of the porn addict, I thought, and remembered my hairy Dominican lover, and how the hair from the top of his head to his feet excited me. I thought about Castillo as I pulled on the black babydoll that Peter had bought for someone who didn't want it. I played and posed for Peter on the short, black, sheer little garment that pushed my tits together. I straddled the edge of the bed again and gave Peter quite a show. I bounced for him on the edge of the bed as he kept the camera shutter clicking away. I thought about the sand, and the man that wasn't mine fucking my fears away and pounding them through my body and into the sand. The thought of Castillo made me crazy and I shut my eyes and reached down to my wet pussy with my panties rubbing on my clit. I pulled on my nipples and let them pop over the tacky little negligee so that I could pull and twist them one at a time. I shut my eyes and threw my head back and made little circles as I rubbed my pussy and made sure each nipple got the same attention. I came quickly and opened my eye to Peter franticly jerking his cock at me.”Oh Fuck Mia, fuckin gonna cum...lemmee cum on ya Mia, please...gotta cum..” His hand was pulling at his cock like he was trying to yank it off. “Fuckin cum on you” he groaned over and over. “ “Here Peter, cum on my titties, get em all wet with your jizz” I held my tits up to catch his spew, but I was too late. Peter's cum, didn't shoot, but drizzled out over the head of his cock, the same way it did earlier at the garage. He groaned and milked it out and he let it drip onto the rug. I wondered how much sperm was on that rug from years of frustrated masturbation. Glad to not have to wipe cum off of me, I slowly put my own bra and panties and slipped my dress on while Peter watched and rubbed his cum all over his cock. “Whoa, Mia, that was hot, aye? Were you thinking about me wanking my meat while you came? I saw you cum! I can smell it!” As he said this he grabbed his Dick down at his balls and shook it at me. “It was real hot, Peter” I said, lying to him so easily “did you get enough pictures?” He never answered me, and I took that as a yes. I watched him as he licked his own cum off of his fingers, something none of the men in my life ever did.. “Do you want some?” He said, and extended his cum soaked hand to me as if he were offering me a piece of cake. “No thank you Peter” trying to hide any disgust that his action created..” I'm real tired and have to clean a house in the morning so I should probably get going.”
Peter followed me down the steps and into the kitchen, his half hard cock trying to peep out from his open zipper. He started rubbing on it and said “You could stay, we could drink some more wine and--” I stopped him with my words the same way I swatted his hand on my thigh in the car. “Pictures, Peter, that was the deal.” He backed off like a dog that knew his place and let go of his dick. “Thank you, Mia, ya know I've always drooled over you........thank you...and if you ever change your mind..” I let him drift away in his head as I grabbed the Alfa key off the counter, as I too was headed to a far away place. A place in my head filled with swirling black hair in the white sand, and brown skin on brown skin fucking quietly near the waves. No more words were exchanged as I walked out the door. Peter watched me walk away like it was my first day going off to kindergarten, and I strutted away and slid into the car as if I just graduated from high school. Both of us so similar. Both of us hoping for new beginnings, not being able to escape the past.
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