Luke played that scene through in his mind and had to struggle to keep a straight face.
"Well if you hire me to run your ranch you won't have a problem with me if your brother returns home. I only fuck women."
Rene snorted, "What a disgusting thing to say to us."
He sister said, "Shut up Rene, I like what I hear."
Luke said he'd go outside by his truck and wait for the sisters to discuss the situation.
Lucy asked did he have any references.
Luke pulled a bunch of papers held by a rubber band from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed them to her.
"Do these include a reference from your last rancher?" she asked.
"Nope."
Rene pounced and asked, "Why was that?"
"My female rancher was fisting her female friend and I was taking my rancher from behind with a finger up her ass when the friend's husband came in with a rifle and I was order to get out of the county in a hurry and that's what I did."
"How obscenely disgusting," Rene said a little half-heartedly, looking for a bulge in Luke's jeans while her sister said how fascinating.
Luke was barely out the door Rene appeared and called, "You're hired. My sister wishes you to convince me there can be another big dimension to sister-on-sister sex. We have decided you must live in the house."
"Well if you two cooperate fully the sex will be real good and if one of your works on the ranch with me I'm sure we'll get by with need to only hire help at peak times or for heavy work. Your two get warmed up on the lounge carpet while I rush down to the highway and pull out your help wanted sign. I reckon with my seven and a half inches and big balls you girls are about to get a new attitude towards open sex."
"How disgusting," Rene giggled. "Hurry back please."
Luke raced down to the highway wondering how the hell could he be so lucky finding ranches with women who were in such need of attention from a man whatever the size of dick. He almost failed to take the last bend to the highway because he was imagining walking toward the sisters' raised nude butts displayed dripping pussies.
"Oh boy," he puffed. He was so eager to teach the apparent naive Rene with her plump little tits everything she needed to know about male-female and male-female-female sex and mused her doe-eyed sister gave the impression of being capable of going at it for hours.
Luke rammed the notice, jumped out to pick up the bits, threw them into the tray and went back onto the side road in a wide slide in his haste to get back to those sisters who needed a ranch hand who worked more than cattle.
The End.
For The Moment
We met a couple years ago at a swingers club. We really hit it off, but our spouses... not so much. No one hates anyone; it is just that they are not really attracted to each other. Not you and I, sparks flew the minute we saw one another. Shortly after meeting we started sharing fantasies and desires about each other. We have met for lunch and a quick drink a few times, but mostly we behave. Not tonight.
We meet at a popular pub in the trendy south part of town to see a favorite local artist jam. We sit close, flirt, drink our drinks and enjoy the music and the evening. The end of the show finds us making out on my Road King. The more we feel, kiss and touch, the more I begin to wonder if this night would end differently than our previous "without spouse" rendezvous'. There is more urgency in our kisses, more desperation in our embrace. I sit back on my Road King, light a cigarette and ask you what you want to do.
My suspicions are well founded. You climb on behind me and after a short cruise, check into a nice hotel with a view of the river. On the elevator, we nearly maul each other. I have no idea how we actually make it to the room. Once there, the curtains fly open and the clothes come off in a whirlwind. Your slim figure is so inviting. Perfectly proportioned in a very MILF next-door sort of way, you have such a beautiful smile; I almost cannot get past it! But tonight is the night to do so. Your slender neck transitions to such pretty shoulders I just cannot keep my hands off of you. Exploring your body while I kiss you, I know how you like to be touched. Pinching your nipples and kissing your mouth, I feel you grasp my cock in both your hands. You stroke me slowly and very firmly, making sure I know you have a good handle on the issue.
Running low on patience, I force you back on the bed and dive straight to your sweet, wet pussy. I begin licking your lips and nibbling on your clit. You roll your head back and pull my hair, forcing my tongue deep inside you. Holding my breath and giving myself totally to your oral satisfaction I realize you have been waxed clean for me and my cock pulses in excitement! You are a woman who knows what you want, and now you want to go down on me. A quick reversal on your part and you have your knees on each side of my head; I am on my back and let me say the view is spectacular! Feeling my dick in your hand, I open my mouth knowing what is going to happen. You lower your smooth, silky wetness onto my tongue and I feel your lips wrap around my cock as you stroke the base with a strong hand.
Going on like that until I just cannot take it any more, I am decide to take control. You may know your business, but I know why I am here! Gathering you up in my arms I position you underneath me so I can control you and enter you at the same time. Hovering over you, you can taste beer, tobacco and your pussy in my kisses. You can feel the head of my cock rubbing your wet pussy, feel it throb and quiver with anticipation. Looking at my face as I enter you, you know you have me. As the full length of my shaft takes you, you know. I may be physically in control but you know you are taking me as thoroughly as I am taking you.
We settle into a sexual rhythm that keeps pace with our heartbeats. Our timing grows in intensity and desperation. I know you are ready and want to cum, so I pull my thick shaft from your body and lower my point of aim just enough to really get your attention and place the head of my cock against your well lubricated ass.
Covering your mouth with mine I can feel you moan as I gently push against the initial response of your body. As your muscles relax and I begin to enter you, you wonder who is really in control or if it even matters anymore. What matters is my shaft stretching you tight, your knee draped over my shoulder, your hand pulling the other knee back and my cock, my thick, hard cock taking you so deeply. You allow your eyes to roll back and become heavy-lidded as I fuck you as thoroughly as you have ever been. Penetrating you so deeply you have difficulty drawing breath, my dick delivering pleasure and pain to you with each desperate thrust. I see you think this just cannot get any better, so I slip a finger into your pussy, and then two fingers, thrusting them into you with gentle force. Alternating between fingering your slick pussy and rolling your hard clit between my fingers and thumb. I continue to test the limits of your ass with every stoke of my dick and just as your tension is building to the limit, you see my face change.
It is just too much, your body coils for release and you feel me tense. My cock plunges into you and you feel it lurch and my cum begin to flood your body. Hissing at me through clenched teeth you tell me to fuck you harder and your climax begins. Feeling my cock pump jet after jet of cum into you, waves of ecstasy wash over you without number. You are forced to push my hand away from your clit and cling to me, pulling my body down upon yours. Feeling my weight on you and my shaft pulsing inside you, you allow your body to relax underneath me. My thrusts are becoming more even and less forceful with my cum adding to the slick, hot wetness lubricating our union. You sigh and pull my head gently down to your breast.
Holding me loosely in the afterglow with your hands on my back and my head on your bosom, you are finally sated. You feel my weight shift and see me put a cigarette to my lips, light pierces the darkness and flame touches the cigarette. Exhaling as I pull you close your hand lazily strokes my softening cock. Knowing I cannot resist your touch and in moments we will be enraptured again you smile at me while I smoke, knowing I am yours. At least for the moment.
The End.
Childish Revenge
Revenge IS a dish best served cold.
Growing up, she wasn't pretty. She was plain, and a bit overweight. Definitely not 'look at the fat girl' material, but at an age where every flaw was amplified, every difference from the norm was considered major, and conformity was king, she stood out in a bad way, though she didn't stand out at all. Plain, mousy brown hair, average height, and on the poor side of middle class, you wouldn't notice her if she was on fire. It didn't help that her brother was a total asshole. People didn't like him, so she never had a shot. His reputation preceded her. The only things she had going for her were pretty blue eyes, a load of brains, and a positive attitude.
She was picked on mercilessly, cruelly even, by one boy in particular, Jason. He wasn't the only one, but he was the ringleader, and when he wasn't around she found that she was actually tolerated by others. She wished his bouts of general childhood malaise would last forever, but no, he'd show up after a few days off or after school let back in for holidays, and start all over again. Made fun of for her cheap clothes, her lack of friends, her brains, and her pudge, she still managed to keep a positive outlook. He made up horrid nicknames for her, threw stuff at her when the teachers weren't looking, hid her stuff, and whatever else he could think of to torment her. It wasn't because he liked her, either. He was just a jerk. She didn't even know what was so great about him. He wasn't rich, good looking, smart, or charismatic. He didn't have a huge circle of friends, but the ones he did have followed his every move. He always pointed out her shortcomings, at one point telling her she should either join a convent or kill herself because no one would ever want her.
She was a reader and had read many books along the Ugly Duckling storyline. She knew life had something better planned for her and she kept that in her heart. It carried her through the ebb and flow of life, through growing up and moving out. It kept her through shitty, demeaning jobs, bad relationships, and life in general.
She finally landed her dream job in her late 20s and things began to get better. Having a well-paying job allowed her to have the nice clothes, coiffed hair, now a warm brown with blonde streaks, makeup and perfume and lotions she never could afford. It allowed her the freedom to go where she wanted and do what she wanted. She grew out of her awkward looks, and while not supermodel material, she was definitely one of the more attractive women most people met in their day. Her pretty blue eyes were accentuated with sultry brown shadows, her long lashes mascaraed to unbelievable heights. Full lips, the lower lush and pouty, covered straight, white teeth. She never lost all of her curves, but the pudge was gone, and her hourglass figure was lovely.
One night, while finishing up at work, she overheard some customers talking about a new band playing that night. It was a band from out of town, but nearby, and sounded like it might be a good show. She had nothing better to do, being off the next day, and hadn't been out in a while out of sheer busyness, so she decided to see what it was about. Being that she had grown up alone, she was good company for herself. She was also secure enough to go places by herself. She knew way too many people who would never sit in a restaurant alone, or go see a movie by themselves. She took it as an opportunity to perhaps meet someone who otherwise may not approach her if she were with someone.
She went home, took a good long relaxing shower, washed her hair, exfoliated and lotioned her waxed legs. She dressed semi-casual; just a nice pair of well fitting, flattering jeans, cute, comfy shoes (because she couldn't stand to have her feet hurting by night's end) and a dressy blouse in a Pucci-esque print, not too low cut but flirty. She changed from her plain gold hoops to some sparkly, dangly earrings and a matching necklace, and grabbed a small purse for her wallet, lipstick and keys.
She intended to have a few drinks early in the night, giving her time to sober up and drive home. She never, ever drove drunk. The club was not far from her house, so worst case, she'd get a cab and hitch a ride to get her car the next day. Arriving well before the show, the club was about half-full. She wandered around, checking out the interior, finding her way to the restroom before it got too crowded with women fixing makeup, talking trash, and planning their conquests.
The club eventually filled up, the opening band played a few songs, and then the headliner show began. She had her few drinks in her, but wanted one more to tide her over, so she made her way to the bar. While she was walking, she was bumped into by a guy. Average looking, nice features, nothing special about him, but he caught her eye. She knew him, just couldn't figure out where from. She stared for a moment, trying to place him and then it came to her. Jason. He had no clue who she was from the way he looked at her. There was no recognition in his eyes, and the deferential way he apologized repeatedly assured her that he didn't know she was the pudgy, mousy girl he picked on. He offered to buy her next drink, which she knew was just an opening. It was no big deal that he bumped into her, so why all the apologies and a drink? There was no ring on his finger, and from his looks, he hadn't made the big time. She decided to at least get a drink for all the bullying.
He bought her the drink and she blew him off politely. He followed her for a while, then she lost him. Then he found her. When she realized he wasn't going to leave her alone, she decided she was going to make the most of it. She was going to get drunk on his dime and then make him give her a ride home, lead him on, and then dump him at the door. Let him go home suffering; she'd block his number from her cell phone that he'd entered into his own phone after taking hers and calling himself. He was still a loser, and he still had no idea who she was.
On the way to a nearby hotel because she was not bringing him home, he tried to make his move, thinking she was drunker than she was. It took more than a few, spaced out over several hours, to do her in and she was still in control, albeit more willing now to tell him off in a way that she never would were she sober. When they got to the room, he practically begged her for a kiss. As badly as she had treated him through the night, it was obviously the only female attention he'd had in a long time. In a way, she felt sorry for him because she knew what that rejection and disdain felt like.
She made him pay for a room for her then invited him in after getting to the room. She would give him attention but not the kind he expected. She was going to make him do what she wanted him to do. He would have to take care of himself later but she was going to get something else out of the night. Inside the living room, she made him wait while she changed. She took off her jewelry and her jeans and blouse, kicked off her shoes but left on her bra and panties. The panties were low slung on her hips but high cut in the back, leaving the bottoms of her cheeks visible. The crotch was just a little strip of fabric, barely more than enough to cover her waxed pussy. The bra was edged in thick lace which left her nipples visible while still covering them. Pulling the cups down, she tweaked and twisted her nipples until they stood hard, little bullets under the lace.
She reached down and rubbed her clitoris, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, enjoying her own slow stroking of the smooth, soft skin. When she felt herself getting wet, she rubbed her juices over her clit, making it harder and slippery. She put on a hotel robe that hid little and headed back into the living room.
He was waiting for her, looking around like he was lost. When he heard the door close, he turned and gasped. Before she said anything, he dropped to his knees and begged her to let him eat her pussy. He was to the point of groveling when she let him smell her fingers, her sweet, heady scent still on them. He was in a frenzy, pleading with her to let him touch her. She sat on the sofa and spread her legs. The thin material didn't cover her pubis completely, and he could see her pink, swelling lips poking out. She reached down and stroked herself through the material, occasionally letting her fingers slip underneath. The crotch was soaked with her honey, and she could smell herself in the air. She lay back, the robe falling open, and slowly stroked up her body until she reached her hardened nipples. She made lazy circles through the lace, occasionally pinching and pulling, making them harder and darker.
/> He reached for her and she froze him with a barked out "No!" While he waited, she said, "You're going to do what I say, when I say it, whether you like it or not, and right now I say that you can only watch. You haven't earned the right to touch me."
Never so forceful, it felt great. She was in control as she had never been, with him or any other man. This one in particular made her feel powerful enough to do anything. She removed her robe, lifting her ass off the sofa to get it out from under her, making sure she arched her wet pussy upward. Her manipulations caused the crotch of the panties to ride into her slit, the slightly rough fabric rubbing her clit with new sensations. Sighing, she lay back again and pulled her bra off her shoulders, watching her flushed breasts come into view. She reached for the nipples, pulling them almost painfully hard, blood suffusing them, making them even more sensitive. He was a watching statue.
She moaned, playing with her nipples until they throbbed, then rubbed down her body until her hands were on the insides of her thighs. She pushed her thighs apart far enough to be almost uncomfortable, giving him the full view of her prize, covered only by her panties. She reached down the front of her panties, really just for show, to touch herself. She spread her outer lips, now dark pink and swollen and rubbed the fabric against her flesh. When saw his jaw slacken, she pulled the panties tighter into her slit, rubbing harder against herself, and then stood quickly and slipped them down her legs. She threw them to him, telling him to make do with those, she was too good for him.
He grabbed the panties, shoving them against his nose, breathing in her scent. He was whimpering and moaning, and reached down to stroke himself. She stopped him again with a sharp word, took off her bra, fondling and caressing her breasts again and lay back on the sofa. Stroking her sopping pussy, her juices dripping down her crack to her ass, she wanted to cum. She'd never masturbated in front of anyone before and it was more erotic than she could have ever imagined. She inserted two fingers into her hole, stroking in and out until her fingers were coated with her wetness. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, she stroked her clit, reaching down occasionally to pay attention to her pussy, and lower, to her pulsing pucker. Maybe she would make him lick her asshole. It would serve him right.
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