ELIZABETH GETS IT GOOD

Elizabeth is having a bitch of a day. Literally. There is such a bunch of bitches in her office that she is about to quit. Fuck the job! She might even leave town. Fuck LA! Fuck the whole fucking world!

This state of mind brings her to Bernie’s bar where she places her soft ass on a barstool, having no thought in the world that a man will walk in, place his ass on the stool next to hers, and change her life. But it happens. Watch.

“Live around here?”

Elizabeth looks at the source of the question, notes the t-shirt and jeans, and debates whether she should dignify the dull inquiry with an answer. After all, she’s in middle management at Apex Inc, and this guy looks like he digs ditches for a living. No. Machines do that. Maybe he fixes plumbing.

Well…if anybody’s plumbing needs fixing it’s Elizabeth’s. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but it has gotten rusty from lack of use. She hasn’t had a man in months.

“No. I work near here, though. Or I used to.” She sips her cosmo.

“Which is it?”

“I don’t know. A couple more drinks and I might make up my mind.”

She feels the guy’s gaze on her, sizing her up, and she glances back at him. About her age (mid-thirties) he is rough-hewn with a prominent nose, strong chin, manly chest, and no gut that’s noticeable, at least when he’s sitting down. He’s tall enough, and he has a short bristly haircut.

Elizabeth smiles. “So what do you do?”

He grins. “You mean, besides picking up ladies in bars?”

So he does have some spark! Elizabeth laughs and takes a good gulp of her drink, draining the glass.

“Another?” the guy asks.

“Why not?”

Half an hour later, in a room at the Holiday Inn right up the street, Carl kisses Elizabeth all over her face and neck and onto the swells of her titties. He has already removed her blouse, and now he pops her bra, letting those titties relax in voluptuous fullness, their pinky-brown nipples standing out.

“You’ve got beautiful tits,” Carl says.

“Why don’t you suck them,” she suggests, and gently guides his bristly head down.

It feels good to have a man’s mouth on her nipples again. It has been awhile. Don’t stop, Carl, she is thinking. Suck them a lot.

He does, going from one titty-tip to the other, tugging on them, chewing on them lightly, all the while lifting and squeezing her pliant fun-globes so that they rub against his face, her nipples popping in and out of his mouth. Warmth spreads through her body.

Carl has good hands. Ever since Trevor left five months ago, she hasn’t had a man’s hands work her over, and she hasn’t had a good fuck either. In fact, she hasn’t had a fuck at all.

Carl slides her skirt down, palming her hips and her ass-cheeks which are naked to his touch with only a white thong between them. Carl squeezes the generously rounded divisions of her butt and gives them a pop. She gasps, then kisses him harder. Their tongues play, his boldly searching her mouth.

She is totally turned on. The two drinks at the bar helped relax her inhibitions, but she wants this anyway. She needs it! There’s just nothing like a hunky guy when a girl is depressed, especially a guy as aggressive as Carl. He drops to his haunches to help her step out of her skirt, then starts kissing her thighs and tummy. Oh God, he is brushing his mouth back and forth across the skimpy triangle of her thong.

Elizabeth’s juices are flowing. Please eat me, she mentally begs.

As if in response to her unspoken request, the man, still on his knees, backs her up to a chair. He lets her sink into it, and his fingers curl around her thong at both sides. Down the thong comes. Or rather, UP it comes because she has lifted her legs to facilitate the removal. Picking the tiny garment off her bare feet (she has kicked her shoes off) Carl roguishly snaps it across the room, then spreads her knees wide apart as Elizabeth slides forward on the chair. He guides one of her feet to his face so that he can lick and nibble on her toes. She laughs and he bends into the valley between her thighs, causing her to catch her breath in anticipation.

She has a little puff of hair on her pussy. Carl nuzzles that and likes the teasing scent, then licks her pussy up and down with long swipes of his tongue which take him deeper into her natural clean scent and taste. This pleasures her little lips and makes them protrude, parting a bit. His tongue titillates her clitoris, swelling the sensitive bud and getting it to poke out of its velvet hood.

Carl licks up and down, up and down Elizabeth’s tasty twat, wiggling the soft, pliant folds and gently lashing her clit to and fro. She loves it, moaning and agitating her hips in response to the man’s ardent oral attentions.

Gradually his tongue deepens his possession of her pussy, licking and tasting. She gasps and writhes restlessly. Oh God, this is the best she has gotten in a long time, and the guy has only started. He clasps her clitty in his mouth and lets his lips and tongue work it over good. She hears herself cry out. If he keeps this up…

His tongue sinks deep into her cunt, entering her snug inner channel while his open mouth is firmly fastened to her pussy-lips which he holds open with his thumbs at either side. He fucks her with his audacious tongue – in and out, in and out of her hot, tight little hole.

She cums and Carl tongue-fucks her right through it. Her body quakes, heat blossoming in her loins. She has a wonderful release, but Carl gives her little time to relax. He lifts her legs high in the air, which raises her bottom from the chair seat, and he spreads her legs wide apart. His face nuzzles her soft ass, finding her fresh as a daisy, and he proceeds to lick her crinkly little asshole.

“Ooh damn!” she exclaims. “Yes, DOOO it! Lick me there! Ooooooooh!”

Carl makes her asshole very moist as he licks it thoroughly and drools saliva into the tiny nest of puckers. At the same time, his stiff middle finger works in her wet pussy, circling and stroking in and out. He adds a second finger to the job and places his thumb on her clitoris while he raises his head and lets the middle finger of his other hand pop into her ass. He diddles her cunt and asshole at the same time, stroking briskly in and out while rubbing her clit as well.

Elizabeth whoops and cums hard, her brain nearly fogging out for a moment. It’s her second orgasm, and the man’s cock hasn’t even entered her yet! Finally the time comes for Carl to put his tool to work and he pops to his feet, throwing his clothes off.

His proud womanizer bobs nude in front of Elizabeth, rigidly pointing at two o’clock. The sight of his massive arousal pleases her. Eight or nine inches long, his cock is thick and rosy with a helmet-shaped head. Big balls dangle from the base of his shaft, a few long hairs curling around them.

Oh God, I want it, Elizabeth yearns and sits up, extending her hand. Carl moves close, and she grasps the gift he offers, squeezing the rock-hard shaft that seems to be sheathed in velvet. She leans forward and tickles the slit of his dick with her tongue, then captures his entire swollen knob in her mouth and shuts her eyes, sucking pleasurably. How good it is! Elizabeth has missed the taste of cock.

She pumps her hot mouth forward and back, forward and back on the man’s big meaty prick, taking more of it with every lunge until he is fucking her throat and stretching her jaws to the max. She makes little glugging sounds, and he pets her pretty cheek and hair. She is so beautiful right now!

Elizabeth wants to taste his balls, and he lets her. Her tongue also visits the sensitive area just behind them, then waggles along Carl’s stalk which he is holding straight up. She licks his tasty knob all over and res
umes sucking him.

He can’t take much more of that and withdraws, declaring huskily, “I need to fuck you now.”

“Oh God yes,” she sa
ys. “Fuck me!”

It is his lucky day, and his cock stands rigidly out and upward, throbbing in pleasurable anticipation as he guides the pretty woman to her feet and gently bends her over the arm of the upholstered chair so that her tits are hanging down and her hair spreads on the carpet. Her beautiful ass is in the air.

With one foot on the floor, Carl plants the other in the chair seat and hovers above her upturned bottom. Grasping his lovemaking tool, he wiggles the head of it against her cuntal folds.

“Ooh, stick it in!” Elizabeth demands, and he pushes the snout of his pleasure-giver between her labia and into her love cove. Inch after inch of Carl’s hard cock glide into her pussy, filling her with his throbbing lust. She hasn’t had a cock inside her for quite awhile, and never one that felt as good as this! She thrills as Carl strokes his thick, hard shaft in and out, in and out of her hot little pussy, fucking her deeply.

Pure pleasure courses through the man’s muscular form, rising from his cunt-spearing cock and exploding in his sensuous brain. Elizabeth enjoys the fullness and force of his fucking, made all the better by the friction of her aroused clit rubbing against the chair-arm over which she dangles as the man keeps boning her with long steady strokes neither too fast nor too slow, driving her thrust by thrust toward yet another orgasm.

“Ooh cripe yes,” she babbles. “Shit! Keep doing it! Don’t stop! Ooh, give it to me! Your cock feels so…fucking…goooood!”

Carl keeps slamming her, spanking her asscheeks with his straight front as he powers his happy prick in and out of her hot hole. He hovers directly above her rump, thrusting down and deeply into her with full force. It goes on and on, her excitement rising to fever pitch. She claws at the carpet as she mentally grasps for the big O that will dwarf the ones preceding it, she hopes.

“Don’t stop! Oh, don’t stop!” she begs.

Carl growls as he pours on the steam, fucking her stronger and harder, not slacking for a moment as his pussy-pumping piston gives her one pleasure burst after another until finally her clawing fingers grasp the prize and she squeals as she cums strong, her body shaking while her brain spins like a comet off in space. She is weightless for awhile and but dimly aware that Carl is pulling out, then raining his liquid seed on her rump.

Afterwards, in bed, they lie in each other’s arms, still languishing in the afterglow when Carl springs the question, “Did you ever think about living on an island?”

“Huh?”

“Well, here’s the deal: my grandfather died last month and left me this island off the coast of Ecuador. He went there mostly to fish and didn’t want a lot of other people around, but it has big resort potential. I’ve been a builder all my life, and I can do wonders with it. Grandpa left me enough cash to bankroll the development, too.”

“And?” Elizabeth is interested now.

“All I need is a partner – a woman who is smart AND sexy. You’re it, babe. That is, if you’re interested. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Elizabeth can hardly believe it. But life can be like that. After throwing you nothing but curves, fate may finally give you a big fat fastball right over the plate, and you can hit it for miles.

Elizabeth did.

Goodbye, bitches!