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The temptation was in the air. My meetings were over and I had the freedom to sample the Big Apple. But how far would I allow myself to go? Would I even have the nerve to go all out on the make in this fast-moving concrete jungle? Would one night on the loose be worth the risk?
When I accepted this assignment to travel to New York to interview a celebrity for my magazine, I had not planned on such a thing. I was merely doing some sightseeing, perhaps visit some places I’d missed when I traveled here before. The hotel I was staying at was right next door to the Midtown Club, the wildest swinging singles bar in Manhattan. I didn’t even have to take a cab to get there. I had never been in there before, so now it was the first stop on my list.
I wore my red silk dress and matching red heels the night in question. I had my nails painted red and I wore red lipstick to make my outfit complete. Before I left my hotel room, I had the urge to take off my panties and go without them, so I did. Now I truly felt daringly sexy. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room and walked to the elevator, and down I went.
After another deep breath at the door to the Midtown Club, I walked in. There was music playing, people dancing, people talking. The men outnumbered the women almost two to one, the odds of meeting someone interesting were on my side. I noticed a lot of eyes on me as I walked across the room to an empty stool at the bar. I perched my ass on the stool, crossed my legs in a lady-like manner, and ordered a Martini, stirred, not shaken.
I had gotten several offers to dance from mostly guys young enough to be my son. A couple offered to buy me a drink, but I refused them all. I wasn’t into young studs, but more like men my age, men that I can relate to.
Then I spied a big man walking to the end of the bar to grab an empty stool. He was a good fifteen years my senior. At six feet tall or more, he exuded authority, as befits a man expecting to get his way. He had a large shaved head and looked a lot like Mr. Clean. He was wearing a pair of black slacks that molded to his muscular legs and a black sweater tailored to his manly form. It was hard for me to turn my eyes away; the very sight of him made my pussy tingle!
I was sipping my second martini and feeling the results. I always felt several degrees hotter after two or three Martinis. I picked up my drink and looked over the rim at the handsome, buffed stranger. He was looking at me and showing approval of what he saw; he blew an air kiss at me. I smiled at him in return.
My third martini arrived shortly after. “The gentleman in the black sweater is sending this over,” said the bartender. I answered, “Tell him I said thank you very much.”
He took my acceptance of his drink as an invitation, and he soon left his stool and came over to me. “Hello,” he said.
“Hello, Mr. Clean. Thanks for the drink. I’m Serena visiting from San Diego.”
He laughed. “I get the Mr. Clean thing a lot. My name is Harvey, in town on business from Chicago. Looks like we’re both far from home. May I join you?”
The stool next to mine was empty, and I replied, “Please do.” Then I asked, “Do you get annoyed with people equating you with Mr. Clean?”
“Nah, I’m used to it. And I take it as a compliment when it comes from a pretty lady…like yourself.”
“Oh…my,” I softly replied and turned more toward him. The conversation was witty, topical, and a bit glib. We were feeling each other out, getting comfortable flirting, seeing how close we could come to say, “I’m here to get laid,” without actually saying it.
The next round brought about my fourth martini, and I was surely feeling the effects of it now. A sip of the drink and I put my hand on his and asked, “Are you going to ask a lonely lady to dance?”
We danced, and I ended up in his big burly arms. He turned me around so we were both facing the same way. I pressed my ass against his crotch and felt his erection pressing against me. I rubbed my ass against his bulge as we swayed to the music. Before the song finished we were practically humping each other. It was extremely erotic to the point of being evil.
I turned and danced face to face with him on the next song. It was a fast song that we danced slowly to. Our faces were now inches apart. I went up on my toes and brushed my lips against his, then I backed off and stared into his eyes. He pulled me back to him and we kissed, hot and passionate like we were the only two in the room. His hand wandered down to my ass. He fondled my cheeks and felt bare skin through my sleek silk dress. I backed off a bit, but there was no doubt in either of our minds where this was leading.
Another hot kiss pursued and Harvey said, “We could dance closer if we were both naked.”
“I have a room right next door at the Marriot,” I replied.
“Then why are we still here?” he said and led me off the dance floor. Hand in hand, we walked to the hotel and into the elevator.
My magazine didn’t skimp on expenses. It provided a fabulous room on the fifteenth floor with a magnificent view of Manhattan, not that either of us was interested in looking out at the lights. Once inside, Harvey took me in his arms, I moved in tight, and the kissing and fondling were even hotter than before. His hands reached under my skirt and felt the bare skin of my ass. I moaned and groped his crotch, feeling his erection through his pants. He moaned and pulled back and said, “Undress for me, Serena. I want to see you naked.”
“You are a big man, and I am just as eager to see you naked,” I played it up as I reached behind my neck and unfastened the clasp of my dress.
“I always give a woman what she asks for,” he replied.
I gave him a delightful smile and finished pulling the zipper down to where it ended at the small of my back. The dress fell around my waist revealing my braless breasts to the pleasure of his eyes. In turn, he pulled off his sweater. No undershirt, his torso was bare. His arms, pecs, and abs showed he was a man who kept himself in shape. I stepped out of my dress, then my heels. Harvey rid himself of his shoes and socks. He unfastened his belt and dropped his pants and shorts.
We stared at each other in full naked glory. It was hard for me to lift my eyes from his cock, a beautiful cock indeed, long, thick, veiny, and erected. If it stood up any higher, it would be looking up at the ceiling.
He fisted his cock and said, “Will you do something special for me?”
“You want me to suck it?” I asked, getting ahead of myself as my mouth was beginning to salivate.
“Perhaps later, but I want you to touch yourself. “
“Oh, okay,” I replied and reached up with my left hand and placed it on my right breast. He nodded. My right hand went to my crotch. He nodded more vigorously and began stroking his cock.
If this was a show of foreplay, I put on a show for him by pinching my nipple and caressing my breast. My other hand was on my clit, fingers rubbing slowly. I looked at my lover and started moving my hips to the rhythm of my finger. My eyes glazed over. I started making the noises of sex. First a sigh, then a whisper of enjoyment. My fingers moved faster along the length of my slit, dipping into my wet cunt and using my moisture to lube my clit.
Then, “Oh, god, I’m going to cum.” I fell back on the bed, on my back, legs apart, giving him an unabashed view of my clean-shaven pussy. “Fuck me, Harvey. Please! I need it now!” I begged.
Without hesitation, Harvey got on top of me. I felt his hard appendage pressing against me. I raised my ass and guided him in. There was no waiting, no more preliminaries, just the pure joy of having a man inside me. “Ooh…Ohhhhh, all the way in…push baby, then hold it tight,” I moaned my instructions.
I was in the midst of orgasm by the time we were fully joined, our bodies tight together as one. We lay still for a moment, feeling our flesh mingling together. I squeezed his cock inside me and made it rub against my passionate spot. A little wiggle, then another, and I lost it. “Do it! Do it! Harvey, fuck me!” It was the first time I used the word “fuck” all evening, at least the first time I said it out loud. But I am usually a foul-mouth bitch when I’m having sex. I like telling a man what I like, what I want, and what I need in the language of a sailor.
Now I felt his hard body crushing my tits, all while he was pounding me mercilessly. But I wasn’t looking for mercy. I was getting exactly what I wanted. I responded by holding him tight in the clasp of my legs, all the while meeting each stroke and crying for more. The man was a fucking-machine; his stamina was long-lasting. I didn’t count how many orgasms I had. I was aware it was one after another, each stronger than before.
Then Harvey said, “I’m gonna cum.”
I responded by saying, “Yes, baby. Oh, to it!” A few strokes were followed by three deep ones, ending in his ejaculation. Being that we were fucking bareback, I took it all deep inside my pussy. His seminal fluids were warm and plentiful; I felt each time he gushed inside me. I knew it would have been safer for him to wear a condom, but far less pleasurable. And when I fuck a man, I want it to end with his cum inside me.
We held tightly together, laying still for a minute or so, basking in the afterglow. I felt him go soft and slip from my hole, letting our combined fluids escape down the crack of my ass. It was a warm, cozy end to an exciting experience. I looked up at him and smiled. Then I gave him a sweet thank-you kiss.
“Were you truly having as many orgasms as I heard from your cries?” Harvey asked.
“Honey, I don’t fake my orgasms. Every single one was real, and got better, and better,” I said as I looked up at him.
“I must say, you are the hottest woman I’ve ever fucked. You have a hot, juicy cunt, and I’m not going to let you go until I fuck you again,” he said.
“Promise?” came my reply as I rubbed my wet pussy against his softened penis, and felt it quickly coming back to life.
“Ooh, that was fast,” I replied admiringly to his rejuvenation.
“It doesn’t take long, especially with a beautiful woman like you. Let’s try it again, my beautiful nymph. Is there anything special you want to try, maybe something a little kinky?”
Something special? A little kinky? "You need to get off me, so I could get dressed, sort of,” I said as I smile at Harvey. I walked over to my opened suitcase and selected a pair of sheer black panties. I slipped them on, and took today’s edition of the New York Times, rolled it up, and handed it to Harvey. I could see the look on his face that he was trying to figure out what I was up to. He caught onto my game and chuckled when I fell to my hands and knees across the bed, facing the mirrored closet door.
“I neither expect nor desire any mercy from you,” I said as I pointed my ass in the air.
I could see Harvey approaching me from behind from the reflection in the mirror that I was facing. I could see his cock now fully erected and pointing at my ass. He commenced with a full swing. I felt and heard the loud smack of the first blow that landed on my left cheek. The second blow was directed to my right cheek. God, he made it sting!
Again and again, the blows came, jarring my tits that hung beneath me each time that rolled up newspaper smacked my ass. It wasn’t my fault that I got this way. It was my abusive ex who, when he had too much to drink, would tear my clothes off and spank my ass with a rolled-up newspaper. To him, it was a form of foreplay. For me, it was a heavy dose of pain and humiliation. After we divorced, I started to miss it. I couldn’t understand why, but I needed it.
The stinging blows to my ass were making my eyes cloud up with tears, but my pussy was feeling arousal beyond belief as I was writhing in both pain and pleasure. I winced at each blow but waited eagerly for the next. My hair fell over my face. Now I looked like a wild woman in the mirror with dark mascara running down my cheeks from the tears that leaked from my eyes.
My ass stayed in the air like a beacon. I reached back and rubbed myself through my sheer panties, and I discovered that I had wet through the thin gusset of my panties. “You okay, doll?” Harvey asked.
“Yes, yes, oh, god yes! Don’t stop, I need more,” I pleaded.
“Damn, woman, you’re really into this shit,” he said and started whacking my ass again with the rolled-up newspaper. “Take it, you sick bitch,” he said, getting deeper into his role. This was indeed a neurotic episode in my life that I had to deal with, but as a wild ride to ecstasy, it was something I couldn’t resist.
“Call me a slut,” I said as I pulled the crotch of my panties into my slit and began to rub the material hard against my clit.
“What?”
“Just – just say it, I ne - need to hear it,” I stammered as I was fast approaching another huge climax. He did as I asked and the problem of how to finish solved itself, or, rather, Harvey solved it. I watched in the mirror as he pulled my panties off and moved inside me. He shoved it in, hard, and that was all it took to squeeze out another wild, and very loud, climax.
He extended my orgasm as he continued to slam it in hard and roughly pull on my hips. One stroke was followed by the next, unceasing. I couldn’t remember the last time I had reached this level of passion. But it was happening, pure white pleasure and unending passion. I felt every inch of his hard cock invading my body over and over. The action was punctuated by the head of the bed slamming into the wall. It was pure bliss, and I was praying for it never to end.
But it did come to an end, a glorious end when we both came at the same time. It was like the Fourth of July, fireworks going off everywhere, in my body, in my head, and down in my soul. He yelled out, “OH-MY-GOD!” and pumped me full of cum while my seething hot cunt was convulsing heavily around his cock.
The sex was so good, all we could do was laugh afterward. When we did speak, I started it off by saying, “I hope you will think of me now and then.”
“I always will, I promise. And remembering your cries of passion will last with me always.”
“Please stay the night,” I asked, “If I wake up in the middle of the night, I don’t want to think this was just a dream.”
He stayed and I fell asleep in his arms. He was still sleeping when I awoke an hour after dawn. We both were naked. This wasn’t just a dream after all. I could still feel the way he heated the cheeks of my ass with the rolled-up newspaper. I could still feel where his cock had been, and the evidence of what he left behind was now wet and sticky between my inner thighs.
I snuggled close to him. He was lying on his back, his arm on my side was folded behind his head. I pressed my nose into his hairy armpit and sniffed the stale scent of his sweat. I don’t know what drives me in this way, but I love the smell of a man’s unwashed armpits. It’s like a strong aphrodisiac to me.
I touched his chest, then ran my fingers down his body. When I got to his penis, I held it gently and felt it stir. I wondered if a man nearing his sixties could get off three times within a few hours. I didn’t want to wake him, he was sleeping so peacefully, but I couldn’t resist the challenge of getting him hard again.
I moved to my hands and knees, bent over and licked the head of his member, and watched it twitch. He stirred and sucked in a snore. If he was awake, he wasn’t showing it. I brushed my lips along his cock, tasting our juices leftover from the evening’s wild thrashing. I was very good at giving blow jobs. I had been doing it all my life with every man I bedded with, and I wasn’t going to stop now.
I took his semi-turgid cock into my mouth and began to suck and bob. Then I felt his hands on my head, urging me to take more of his cock into my mouth. He was certainly awake now and enjoying what I was doing to him. He started making sexy moans and groans. I moved faster and made my mouth tighter, hoping I would soon make him climax as I felt my hunger for his semen grow.
“Mmm, Serena, you are one beautiful slut. You are fucking great at sucking cock. Oh, baby, suck my big cock. Show me the hot slut you say you are…Mmm – baby!” he spouted on as his hips began to move faster as his cock grew harder and thicker, moving between my tongue and palate.
When he was ready, I grabbed his balls and rolled them in my hand. He ejaculated, sending a hot, thick wad of cum skidding across my tongue toward the back of my throat. Then another, and another. I opened my mouth and let him watch his thick-textured semen plaster my tongue. I swallowed his thick tasty glob down my throat and closed my lips around his cockhead and sucked the remainder of his delicious potion from the end of his cock.
When he grew soft, I kissed his cock goodbye and moved back alongside him and into his burly arms. “That was the best blow job I ever had, I’m not kidding! Would you like me to return the favor?” he asked.
“No, I have a flight to catch and I have to start getting ready,” I responded.
“Okay then. It was great knowing you. Should we exchange numbers or something, to, you know, keep in touch?” he asked.
I exchanged my email address with Harvey. Although we never got back together as of yet, we keep in touch with promises of meeting again.
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