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Paroled 2 Good god I say to myself as I pull my face and mouth off his cock. Out loud it's "mmm, baby" as another string of precum and slober flows down my chin and lands in the cleavage between my breasts. I'm getting a fucking shower down there by now. Bra is heading straight to the laundry after this shit. Along with my panties, they're soaked too, but that's all me. Sissy heaven, that's where I am right now. Techically? Almost in my mancave. A term I use very loosely these days. MAN cave. Kind of an oxymoron considering my current situation. Anyway, we never made it all the way there. Always like that with HIM. You know, big black cock lover boy, my cherry popping daddy. He's back. We've never had sex in a bed or where I expect we're going to. This time we're currently on the lower landing of the stairs, well he is. I'm on the floor, on my knees. Face full of his cock. Ever since daddy turned me out I've been a fucking mess. Living recklessly and out of control. No, really. Everything he said came true, all that trash talk he was spewing while pounding me into tomorrow was really fortune telling without that fancy crystal ball or tarot cards. Like a palm reader he told me what was going to happen. He told me I'd be a cock ho. I am. He said I'd be begging for daddies cock. I do. Honestly, before that day, I figured that once I experienced sex with a man I'd be over it. Or at least I'd be satisfied for a while. Boy was I wrong. Now it's like, whatever. I'm a slut and I don't care. We all have our crosses to bear. I'm a very competitive person too, so obviously if I'm gonna be a cock ho, I'm going for gold. Fuck it. I spent too many years living vicariously through the actions and lives of others. I got a lot of catching up to do and time is wasting! I lick up all I can off his cock and balls before I try to choke myself to death again. If you've never sucked a man's cock before trust me, it ain't as easy as you think. Especially when dealing with a monster like his.....I'm so lucky! "Ok slut try again" he says. Cock sucking 101. Class is in session. Down I go, going a lot further than I did that first day. My turning out day. He wasn't there for a blow job that day. Today he is. I'm working my way down his shaft using my tongue like a Hollywood red carpet. I'm sucking about half his cock and working a steady motion up and then back down twisting my head back and forth some. I flick my tongue around some, which is difficult considering his size and girth; I can tell he likes it. He begins pushing deeper as I'm going down. I'm slowly taking in more cock. He won't let me use my hands at all. I got one hand on his hip and my other rubbing mini me. Suddenly daddy says "stop it! Get your fucking hand off your clit! Nobody said you could play with yourself. Rub your tits like a bitch!" Wow! I've never been told by anyone that I couldn't touch myself wherever I wanted. Hot! I'm thinking that's fine by me! Ever since I bumped up my hormones my boobs have gotten that heavy and more sensitive feeling. My areola's have gotten a lot wider and more puffy and my nipples are a lot more sensitive too. So off pops my soaking wet bra were it meets my blouse and skirt in a pile on the floor. I use both hands to cup and pull my boobs out and up, tweaking my nipples while licking the underside of his cock. I look up to see daddy staring down at me with a smirk. Yeah, we know who's who in this dynamic. Ain't but one man in this mancave. About three months before cock sucking 101 on the stairway landing, I was pulling my hair out. I finally get myself good and fucked by a hot ass man and now? Now....nothing. They say patience is a virtue. Well with me it might as well be the Lockness Monster or Bigfoot. A myth. Grainy black and whites of something people have heard of but never actually seen firsthand. I don't have any. Especially when I've got my eye on the prize and right now I was going blind. Daddy had come over and turned me out and on to cock and now he won't hardly even answer an email. It's all "sorry I got tied up" or "I got sent out of town". Stuff like that. I know how he rolls though. It's the conquest for him, you know, flipping the straight guys and closet dwellers. I'm not as much fun for him when I'm begging for his cock. I get it. It's all good. I'm glad to be a notch on his bedpost, but now I gotta do something, I'm feeling like a scorned love sick teenage girl in a Taylor Swift song. Well he ain't my boyfriend and I don't owe him anything, so I hit craigslist again and I ain't looking for a used lawn mower. I've gotten pretty good at sifting through the trash on the CL personals. It doesn't take long before I find a potential candidate. A mid fifties white guy looking for a mature crossdresser....a match made in heaven. So I respond with a description of myself, what I was into and a recent picture. If it's one thing I've learned, it's that responses with pictures move to the front of the line. Bingo! We start an email dialogue. I like what I hear and I guess he does too, because I give him my number and soon enough we're chatting it up on the phone like a couple of star crossed lovers. William is a nice man. He's married of course, not like me though, it's his second or third. I can't remember. Me, seems like I've been married my whole life to the same woman. 27 years now. Crazy, this need this desire, over all these years of denial it's grown so strong that I'd risk it all for nothing more than a few moments to be the me I'd locked away for so long. Anyway, William owns his own business, computer software and support or something like that. His bend is crossdressers big time. Vehemently denies he is gay. Heterosexual all the way.....except for this one thing. I get it. Shit, look at me. Not exactly a very good fit in the cookie cutter mould either. Society has tried to define us all into two distinct shapes, round peg round hole. Square peg square hole. Well some of us aren't made from a hard inert substance, we're made of something more malleable. So William likes what he likes and I can fit that special shaped peg. Especially that particular one he has! Looks like I get to go all in with the dressing up and for our first date I know exactly what I'm gonna wear. Wow! It's a nice hotel, it's not the Hyatt, but it's not one if those rent by the hour dives either. Passed by this place a million times and never thought I'd be checking in in the middle of the day to meet a man. That's something I've only read about. I've never dressed outside the comfort of my own home before either. I mean, I wear panties and things like that all the time under my clothes. You know, just so I can feel a little feminine. No I mean dressed. All of it, the sexy undies, the clothes, wig and makeup, even painted nails and perfume. William ain't my BBC Daddy. Billy boy likes his toys pretty, which is ironic considering how things worked out. I find the keycard right where it was supposed to be. I'm already showered and shaved before the drive across town. Basically it's just getting myself dolled up. I start by loading up some mood music on my Ipod. Pop in the earbuds and crank up Neon Hitch's song "Fuck u Betta". That's right, Billy boy, she can fuck you good, but I can fuck u betta..... I'm bouncing around finding my groove and it hits me, I'm living my fantasy. Unbelievable! I thought I might be nervous but I'm not. Not even a little. Fun. Free. Alive and excited. I'm standing in front of the mirror naked taking stock of my reflection. Damn! At 45 I'm no beauty queen. Queen yeah, I got that part. What I wouldn't give to be 25 again. Well, we can't go back, only forward. So I gotta use what I got. I study my face. As clean and smooth as I can get. Its changed shape some over the last two years. The most dramatic difference happened because of the weight loss. 65 pounds and counting. Yeah, I was a fat boy at 215. I'm 150 now. So now I have a neck and only one chin! Haha! Shit, I crack myself up sometimes. To a lesser degree the hormones have changed my features somewhat. So a little rounder and less angular. Just a little more flesh on my face is an apt description I suppose. All that weight loss has had an impact on the rest my body almost as much as the hormones have. You don't lose weight just in your gut. Waist was 38 inches of fat boy but now it's moved higher up and is 28 to 30 inches. I can crunch it down nice with a cincher. My chest was 44 inches, now 36 is my band size. My boobs suffered the weight loss but strangely, with the smaller band size and cup size, I look bigger. I suppose it's because of the diminished overall size of my torso. The below the breast width and over the breast width difference has actually increased. I lost some inches in my hips and ass but because of the overall weight loss it all evens out. I'm a guy, I'm never gonna have an ass like J-Lo. I can dream though. Sigh... I grab my concealer and hit under my eyes and around my jaw line, smooth it all out. A very light coat of foundation to even things out. I'm not going for the runway glam queen look. Not that I could. Just trying to smooth out the rough edges. For a guy my eyebrows aren't too bad. I've always kept them neat and trim. Over the last couple years I've plucked a few extra hairs here and there. So while not highly arched and thinly tapered, still more feminine than they probably should be. Fits right in today. So a couple of light strokes with my medium brown brow pencil gives a nice clean definition. Eye work next. The hardest part for someone who doesn't practice very much. I do what I can. Eyeliner on bottom and tops. Not that liquid liner. I haven't mastered that yet. Eye shadow next. I like those little sets from E.L.F. The ones with the three shades. Today I'm going with the light brownish bronze to that shimmery almost silvery white up near my lower brow. Brightens up and opens up my eyes some. Two coats of falsies mega lash mascara and done. A little blush to highlight the cheek bones I recovered quite a few pounds ago, then it's time for my lips. I HATE my lips. Very thin, if I looked like Reba McEntire I could be happy. But I don't, so I'm not. Most gurls would go straight for a boob job given the chance. Not me. Pump up my DSL's, but for now I work with what I got. Lipliner pen gets a work out. Lips done. Not red not pink somewhere in the middle. Nothing that screams out loud saying look at me! No lips! A spritze of Country Girl perfume from Bath and Body works. It's break time! I pop the top of an airline sized bottle of tequila. Ah! Gone! Burns good, don't need a chaser, I'm not a rookie. Looked at another one and decided to wait. I prop open my suitcase of unmentionables and start sorting thru the pile. Boned black waist cincher makes the cut. Black sheer stay up hose with a wide lacy band and very cute pink bows on top. I especially like the very subtle strips from toes to top. My favorite pushup bra by VS, Bomb Shell. Fucking perfect fit and feels great. Really pushes my boobs up and out. It has pink stripes with floral black lace. I had pulled out the black laces of my waist cincher and replaced them with pink ones a while back so it could all work together. Matching black and pink thong. Last but not least, a pair of Kim Kardashian four and a half inch high heels. All black lace covered upper up to the ankle with a zip in the back and peekaboo toes. I got those from Sears while I was there for a weedeater. I saw them on the end cap and took a chance on the size. Nothing unusual. A guy at Sears buying lawn equipment and a sexy pair of hi-heel shoes. Anyway, finally I pull out a sheer black mid thigh length wrap with 3/4 length sleeves to cover it all up for the first five minutes of the date. Friday between 9:00 am and 1:00 pm. That's when the new washer and dryer will be here, I hear my wife Carol yelling from the kitchen. She never misses work on Mondays and Fridays, to her it's a cardinal sin. Soooo, I'm thinking Friday would be a great day to play. It's only Sunday but it takes luck and timing to set something up. I gotta get moving! Tuesday afternoon I'm screwing off at work playing email tag with a couple of guys, trying to get a commitment for Friday when I get an email from HIM. Yeah, Him. You know who I'm talking about. "You get that hole hit yet?" I know, but that's the way he is. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I love that kinda talk. I hit him back telling him yes. Because at this time it's been almost three months and I been meeting William at the hotel for a while now. Three minutes later he hits me back with " I'm proud of you, I knew you was a cock ho." I read that and think well no shit Sherlock. Instead, I tell him I'm working a guy or two for Friday since I'll be home alone all day. Hint, hint. Nothing. No response. God I hate that man! Back to Kenny, he's been beating around the bush all morning. I'm kinda pissed now so I get testy with him and tell him I ain't got all day! "You wanna come over or not?" Send. Nothing. I guess not. Back to work. The work I get paid to do. Wasted enough time on this shit! I'm sitting at the bar in my mancave drinking a few Miller Lights with an occasional shot of tequila for good measure. Halfway watching the Braves get a beating and tapping away a text to Brian. Since Kenny was a bust earlier today Brian is it if I'm gonna have a playmate Friday. Wife has already hit the sack and my neighbor left a while ago 40 dollars richer. 8 ball sucks. Think I'm gonna get rid of that pool table. Brian and I have been texting for a while and still haven't met yet. I'm getting that feeling that I'm in and ready and he's only playing games. I was shocked when he texted back saying sure he'd come by Friday. What did Sherlock Holmes say? Oh yeah, "the game is a foot!" I never really got it, but whatever...I got a date Friday. Nail polish dry, second shot of tequila gone. I'm dressed and checking my wig, medium length brown with auburn and strawberry highlights. Bangs. Wavy. Cute. Perfect for a middle-aged slut. I still got 15 minutes to kill. Not bad I think to myself, since I wasn't sure how all this would work out. A couple of tic tacs and I wait. Did I mention I'm not a patient person. Soon enough William knocks on the hotel room door and patience is replaced with apprehension. Unwarranted. He turned out to be a real nice guy. He's about 5'10" 210 pounds of hairy barrel chested man. A trim goatee, and slicked back salt and pepper hair that's losing the battle. Very tan and beefy. A slight limp, I learn later is an old football injury. He's kinda like a big burly pirate. The only thing missing is the eye patch and parrot. Not exactly the computer nerd look I was expecting. I need to get out more. We chitchat a few minutes while he has me spin around and strike a few poses. Kicks off his shoes and sits on the only cushioned chair in the room. Gets me to back my ass up and starts feeling the goods. Slaps my ass and spins me around and pulls me in his lap. He likes kissing. Evidently a lot! After a highschool necking session, we end up on the bed where he's naked and I'm missing the wrap and my bra. I got a hickey on my left tit. I'm wondering how I'm going to explain that. Billy boy is half the size of my bbc friend. That's NOT a bad thing. Besides, this has turned into a two way street. I'm getting attention too. It's a first for me. Bill told me he's heterosexual but here he is licking and sucking my over sized clit. Nice! BBC Daddy would absolutely never ever do that. Billy boy takes all of me without really trying, the years of low dose E have taken their toll. I'm a shadow of my old self. Never really hard and only about three and a half inches. My balls? Ha! MIA. My scrotum is just a small space between mini me and my newest sex organ. I had no problem with Bill. A nice size for my limited experience. I could take all of him, a nice and leisurely blowjob. After a while I ask Bill if he would like to fuck me and he said he wondered if I wanted to go that far. Really Bill? I think to myself. Sex with Bill was a lot different than with Daddy. Bill was passionate and considerate. And quick.....boo! We had just gotten a good rhythm going. I was on my back on the edge of the bed and Bill was standing. He was holding one of my feet by the high heel and his other hand working mini me. I'm gripping the back of one of his thighs and massaging my exposed breasts on the verge of orgasm when I realize Bill is beating me to it. I kept at it as long as I could but Bill was done. Guess I was too. The hotel thing with Bill happened two more times in as many weeks. We still get together but not as often. It's a lot of fun, and thrilling, I feel like a hooker or a call girl. The last time we met I definitely felt like a call girl because I left work at 10 am, went to the hotel and got ready. I was back at work by 1 pm with a well fucked attitude, and constantly checking in the mirror for any makeup I might have missed. What a life. To think, I waited so long to live it. It's a crying damn shame. Thursday evening Carol is heading out with friends to Carrabba's for wine, er, I mean dinner. I call Brian. We're chatting away and I'm telling him about hotel guy and he's telling me about some of his experiences when I get an email from HIM. Daddy. Wants to know what's up. I don't know why but I always turn into a fucking school gurl with him. Anyway I tell Brian I'm getting this email from the guy who turned me out. He asks about him and I tell him. Wow! Brian freaks the fuck out because I had sex with a black guy! I said, "Really? It's 2013 you fucking asshole!" Then I say, " you mean to tell me you like licking dudes asses but draw the line on skin color?" Not sure if he even heard that last part because I was hearing dead air. I go down stairs and pour a double shot of tequila and turn on the tv behind the bar I grab a frosted mug from the freezer and poured a Miller Light from the tap handle that says Landshark. I like it because it's a surfboard with a shark bite in it. Real cool looking. When I get tired of it I should give it to Billy boy the computer geek pirate. I snatch my smartphone and email HIM back. I tell him what just happened and he tells me that racism runs rampant in this community. I was floored. So we email back and forth. He wants to know about my hotel stuff so I tell him about the booty call from work and how I felt like a call girl. He thinks I'm a fucking lunatic. Email sucks but he would never give me his number and when he calls me it's always a restricted number. Maybe he's CIA. He asks me if I got a playmate for tomorrow and I tell him it was supposed to be ass licking klansman. Nothing. No reply. I wake up at 2:30 am and go to bed. Dead tequila bottle on the bar and an imprint of a square drink coaster on my face. Carol heads out for work at 8:30 am sharp. She was a little hung over from dinner with the girls. I didn't realize spaghetti was so potent. I need to look at their marinara recipe. Me, I was a lot hung over. Too much spaghetti I guess. Hot shower and a beer for breakfast, I'm new again. I go through my gurl stuff and pull out what needs to be cleaned. Sort through my cosmetics clean it up some. Comb out my wig. Regular secret agent shit. Yeah, HE is still on my mind. CIA Daddy...........I must have been on his mind too. 11 am the guys are wrestling the old washer and drier out while I look at their asses and have the stereo cracked up to Jessie J's song "Do it Like a Dude" and working on a buzz when my phone rings. Holy shit! It's a restricted number. Could it be? Yep! I hear "What the fuck you doing inviting men to your house you ain't even met somewhere first?" Huh? "You heard me, you gotta stop acting like a crack head cock ho in heat!" Oh boy! So I tell him, Yeah I know, but we been chatting for a while and I thought he was cool till that racist shit. Well he wasn't having any of that. Says " I thought you was smarter than that. You that hard up for dick?" I am smarter than that. Shit! He's right of course. I need to get a grip. He softens up a bit and asks if I'm gonna be home for a while. I like where this is going. Yes I tell him. I then say "I'm just watching the guys move in the new washer and dryer. "Sorry things didn't work out with ass dude" I hear him say over the screeching of metal against concrete. I said "yeah, glad I found out before today though. So you in town, want to slide by? I'm horny as hell!" he said, "what you want?" I think to myself oh yeah! Daddy's fucking with me. He's gonna come over! "I want your cock" is what I say. One of the washer guys looks at me funny. Whoops! I might need to move this conversation. So I head upstairs to the kitchen and daddy asks me, what did you say? I said, "I want you to come over here and fuck my brains out!" He says, "I might have a few minutes. Be ready." Dead air. Just like that. Daddy's back! He doesn't care about femme stuff but I do. As I watched the old washer and dryer head out the driveway with two puzzled looking guys, I was listening to "Made in the USA" by Demi Lovato. I pulled out a quick outfit. No need for a bunch of makeup or wig. Just a swipe of blush and a little mascara. Eyeliner on the bottoms only. Lip gloss. A simple pleated red skirt with a plain button up blouse. Three inch white wedge sandels. Underneath I had on black lace boy cut panties and a matching pushup bra. Boobs are feeling and looking good, bra is a little tight. Nice! My hair is not all that short, it's curly and getting less dark brown than I like. I run a wet comb thru it and put a white hoop on to pull my hair back on the sides and leave a curly pile of mess in front. I'd never be mam'd. Not yet anyway. Probably never. At this point, it is what it is. I'm listening to Maroon 5's song "Love Somebody" when he shows up. Perfect lyrics for the way I was feeling. Just like the first time, he walks on in like he owns the place. If he asked me nice I'd probably give it to him. Love sick. It's pathetic, but what can I say? A gurl never gets over her first. He asks if I was dressed like that for the delivery men. He's a funny guy. No hello how you been, or you look nice, just "so where we gonna do this". I grab his hand and we head downstairs. I wasn't in the mood for chitchat either. He spins me around just as my feet hit the floor. He's still on the second step of the lower landing. "Right here" he tells me. I'm looking up at him thinking..um..ok. "Lose the clothes." I hear. I don't even hesitate. I take off my blouse and skirt and drop them in a pile on the floor. I'm going for my bra hooks and he said that's good enough. Where's your phone so I can take pictures? I say upstairs and he tells me to go get it. As I pass him on the landing he grabs me by my hips and slaps my ass, tells me to shake that ass on my way up. I grab the phone off the kitchen counter and head back down. Of course when I return he's standing there naked, not even a pair of socks. Snatched my phone and pinched one of my nipples through my bra. He didn't have to say anything. I assumed the position on the floor at his feet. He slaps my face with his cock. "Here you go cunt" he said, such a sweet talker. This is just the second time I've had his cock in my face. The first time I was a virgin. This time, not so much. Three or four trysts don't make me an old pro, but I'm not a rookie anymore. He's snapping a shot here and there while I grab his thighs and start licking his balls and the base of his cock. I get a light slap, "slower". I'm excited I can't help it. I slow down and make lazy circles with my tongue around his balls sucking them in one at a time. It's getting harder to do because his sack is tightening up. I work my tongue up, up, up. He's not Billy boy. Not in size or style. This will not be leisurely, love making. It's BBC Daddy. Rough, raw, hardcore. Back ally carnal sex. When I'm with him I feel like a $10.00 whore, like Gigi from "A Certain Perception" reduced to a cock slut that couldn't be happier. I engulf him. Heaven. Why does this shit do it for me? Being used. Just a piece of ass. It's so alien to the life I live on the surface. I don't mean just this moment, which is awesome, I mean all of it. Jonna has really been in the driver's seat for the past year or so. There was a time I was driving the car and would occasionally take directions from her. Now I'm a passenger and she won't even acknowledge my existence. Not really even a passenger, I'm stuffed in the trunk like a box full of old clothes heading to Goodwill, no longer wanted or needed. It's time for a whole new wardrobe for a whole new life. I deserve it. Decades of incarceration have left us both desperate. Desperate and reckless. Daddy starts the trash talk, damn I missed that! Tells me, "That's right bitch suck daddy's cock. You want this dick? Oh yeah! Feels good, you missed your calling slut." All the while I'm sucking and going up and down as slow and sexy as I can. Trying to do the best I can. With Billy boy I was able to play more. Used more tongue action and had the use of my hands as well. Not now. Now I have to work with just my mouth, and he's so big that I have a hard time using my tongue. Yeah I know, boo hoo! The life of a cock sucker. I love it. Daddy asks me how it feels being a cock ho. I can't answer so I nod up and down vigorously. He laughs and laughs and I hear the snapping of pictures. I doubt they make it on the family Christmas card. I go back down, even farther than before. More than halfway, he's pushing for more and I'm letting him. I'm on a fucking mission. I said before that I'm competitive so I really want to be able to please him orally. I want to hear him say I'm the best cock sucker he's ever had. What can I say? I'm a people pleaser. He's not letting up either; he too seems to be on a mission. The camera phone is dropped on the steps and he is now holding my face and head, controlling my actions now. I try to pull back for a breath and he says "breath through your nose! That's right! You can suck good bitch!" Wish I could breath good! He loosens up and I pull away leaving a trail of slobber. Then I plunge right back down again. Farther. Up and off, back down farther still. "Oh yeah! Bitch getting her style down now!" You was born for this shit!" He says as I'm fighting to swallow all the cock I can. He freezes. Holds me tight by my head and says, "feel that cunt? You got almost all my cock in your mouth and throat". "You never thought you could do this, and now look at you". He lets me go again. I pull off and get a deep breath filled with siliva and precum. It's starting to come out of my nose too. Kinda gross really, but fucking hardcore raw and I love it! Jeeze! I am a fucking slut. Back down I go. I'm cupping his balls, and face fucking him now. He's only slightly holding my head. Clearly enjoying himself, I guess techically he's face fucking me. Semantics really. I got a rhythm going now. Now here we are, full circle. Where this story started. Me sucking my man's cock. I'm massaging my breasts with one hand and cupping his balls with my other. I feel my lips with my hand. "You got it all now" I hear him say. I feel it too. I'm fighting the gag reflex. I pull off again. Back down all the way. Again. Again. Again. He asks if I got any condoms. I pull off and say no. Fucker knows I don't have any condoms. That's his responsibility. He says "Too bad. I wanted to hit that boipussy." Fuck! I wanted that too. I know now that this blowjob is going to the finish line. It was his plan all along. Took my virginity and now he's making me a cum slut too. I'll be a well rounded and full service whore after today. My parents will be so proud. It's full on now. We both know how this is gonna end. He slaps my face with his cock. Left then right. Bounces it off my mouth and nose. Pushes it back in between my lips. I got half of it in my mouth sucking it like it's full of tequila. I grab the base of his cock and he slaps my hand away. "Mouth only! You know the rules" he says as he pushes the rest of the way in. Nothing left to grab now that his whole cock is fully inserted. I start my up and down and twisting motion. Trash talking starts up again. I'm nothing but a cock sucking slut. Took to cock faster than anyone he ever turned out before. This just feeds my fantasy and desire. He knows it. My mind is gone. Sucking his cock is my world. I pull of momentarily to catch a breath and lick his balls. I slide my tongue and lips up his shaft and take him in again. He doesn't hesitate. He pushes himself in all the way. With his cock all the way in he begins short urgent thrusts. I've got both my arms wrapped around his thighs, big hard muscled thighs, my hands on his asscheeks. I can feel them clenching with each thrust. Silence. He's not talking now. His hands grip my head. This is it. Several more long moments and a dozen tense and measured thrusts later, he starts groaning and pulls most of the way out. Not all the way. "Open your mouth wider" I do. "Drop your tongue down" I do. "Take daddies cum"........and I do. Like a common fucking whore right there on the floor in my private sanctuary. Not in a back alley behind the dumpster, no pimp named Darius to give the money to. I regret that my eyes were closed; I would like to have seen his face as he shot his load into my mouth, onto my tongue. "Hold it, hold it, Oh yeah! That's right take daddies seed." I held it. All of it. I wondered if I would. If I Could. It's one thing to fantasize about something and quite another to go thru with it. Turns out I'm a natural. Go figure. He wipes his cock on my face and lips and tells me to swallow. "Swallow that load cunt, I know it's all you want" Then he tells me, "You was the easiest fucking bitch I ever turned out. I done had you begging me for my cock." Like the first time he came over, this time was no different. He dressed while I sat on my knees still rubbing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He slipped on his shoes while I scrounged around on the floor picking up my clothes and continued wiping my face with my blouse. He pinched my exposed nipples and left. Not another word. There was nothing left to be said. As it turned out, that was the last time I would see him. The man who seemed to me to be larger than life. A man ripped right out of the pages of the stories I've read all those years; while I, no, we sat in our self imposed prison, Jonna and I. Oh we've talked on the phone and sent one another an email or two. It seems he really was busy with work. An up and comer. He got an offer he couldn't refuse. He is an animal while having sex, wild and untamed, raw and rough. Everything he knew I craved and needed. When he has his pants on? A wonderful person. A consummate professional in his career and an attentive and loving husband and father. I'll miss him. I really will. Jonna and I are no longer at odds with each other. I never really had a chance after her parole. We are now one and the same. Of course we always were. I just refused to admit it. Where will this reckless life take me? I honestly don't know. It's my real life, not a short fanciful story. I'm running head long into a raging fire. I'm not stupid, I know it will end badly. I'm doing things to my body that are permanent. It's already too late to take my shirt off at the pool. Mini me rarely comes out to play. Not that Carol cares too much. It's been a long slow drift. That happens when the kids move out and you slowly realize that the only things you had in common are now gone. No matter how careful, my new extracurricular activities will surely be discovered. They always are. Before my stud moved on he left me a gift. An invite to a group party where I was to be one of a couple of sluts for a group of men. He told me I was made for it. He would know. He made me. Just so you know, none of this happened yesterday. It's been a while back now. Yep, I went. Never a dull moment in the life of a slut. End