Slip inside her
Come in her mouth
You bite your lower lip to disguise any tell-tale sounds as she brings you closer and closer. Nancy’s soft lips glide up and down your shaft, completely oblivious to your imminent climax. The pressure rapidly builds and your balls tighten as you reach the point of no return. You clench your teeth as your balls twitch in her hand, sending a torrent of come racing up your shaft. As the first spurt gushes into Nancy’s mouth, her eyes widen in surprise and she pulls you from her lips just as the next eruption splatters across her tongue and lips. She squeals as your pulsing cock jets against her cheeks and chin before grasping your shaft just as the last, weaker spurts dribble down over her fingers.
“Goddamn it, Sam!” She splutters, your thick come trickling down her chin to splatter on the tops of her breasts. “I told you I wanted you inside me!”
“What can I say?” You smirk. “You were just too damn good! You should take it as a compliment…”
“Don’t give me that crap!” She growls. “You’re the same selfish son of a bitch you’ve always been!”
“Apart from that career making bust I just dropped in your lap!” You shoot back. Your argument takes the wind out of her sails and she reluctantly nods her head.
“Well, you’re still an asshole.” She mutters, reaching for a cloth and dabbing your seed from her face and chest.
“I know.” You reply. “Listen, I’ll make it up to you in the morning.”
“You’re pretty damn sure of yourself.” She glares at you, though the corners of her mouth twitch upwards. She sighs and finally smiles. “Okay, Sam, but leave me disappointed again and I’ll bust your nose for it!”
“Okay sweetheart.” You grin. You climb into bed and embrace her, her arms looping around your neck and pulling you to her. Your lust sated, you press your lips gently to hers. Your kiss is long and lingering until finally Nancy pulls away, studying your face.
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“I’m getting pretty damn close.” You groan. Nancy immediately pulls away from you, your rigid shaft, glistening with her saliva springing back and slapping against your stomach.
“Then fuck me, Sam.” She breathes, lying back on the bed, her chest heaving with excitement. “Fuck me hard and come inside me!” You eagerly grasp her ankles and pull them up to your shoulders. Her gray eyes gaze up at you and she chews her lower lip pensively as you grasp your cock and guide it to her juicy slit. You press the tip against her puffy labia and she gasps as they yield, your shaft slipping easily inside her slick pussy. You groan thickly, enjoying the moist warmth of her as you slide in up to the hilt.
“Oh God, that feels good!” She smiles, her eyes heavy lidded. Her legs slide down your body and hook around your waist, pulling you in tightly. You lean forward, your body pressing against hers and your lips finding hers. Her fingers slide through your hair as you kiss urgently and hungrily, her tongue flicking over yours. You thrust deeply inside her, your balls tightening as you rapidly approach your climax.
“I’m close!” You pant, pulling away.
“No, not yet Sam.” She implores you, desperation in her pretty gray eyes. “Just a few more seconds!” You grit your teeth, staving off the inevitable as you continue to pound into her. The pressure rapidly builds to a crescendo and you know you cannot hold off any longer.
“Nancy!” You gasp.
“Yes, Sam!” She moans, throwing back her head and arching her back. “Come in me! Fill me with your seed!” You roar as you feel your balls pulse, sending a torrent of your seed racing up your shaft. As it erupts deep inside her, she shrieks in ecstasy, her body quaking against yours as you both climax together. Your deep grunts and her shrill cries fill the tiny bedroom as you both shudder and tremble in the throes of ecstasy. Pleasure radiates out from your groin as your gushing cock fills her convulsing pussy. As you hold each other, gasping for breath as your orgasms finally subside, there is a thumping sound against the wall. You glance at Nancy, who giggles.
“Mrs Irwin in the next apartment.” She tells you.
“Guess she doesn’t appreciate the noise, huh?” You grin.
“She’s just jealous.” Nancy chuckles. “I don’t think she’s been laid since the depression!” You laugh before gently withdrawing from her and rolling off onto the bed beside her. She rests her head on your chest and you take her into your embrace, holding her close. You lie there in silence, enjoying the blissful afterglow. You can feel Nancy’s eyes on you and glance towards her, finding her studying you thoughtfully.
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“What are you thinking about, Sam?” She asks.
“I dunno, us I guess.” You reply reluctantly, uncomfortable with getting into a deep and meaningful conversation. “We had a good thing goin’ on before the damn war got in the way didn’t we?”
“We did.” She admits. “You broke my heart when you shipped out, you know.”
“I know.” You reply. “Didn’t seem right to keep you hangin’ on for me. Didn’t know when or even if I’d come back, you know?” Nancy nods slowly, gazing attentively into your eyes. You frown, feeling like she can see into your very soul. “Thought about you a lot afterwards.”
“I missed you too, Sam.” She tells you. You hold her tighter, thinking about her tear streaked face at Union station that afternoon back in forty-four. You take a breath, knowing what you want to ask her, but fearing that you have already broken your relationship beyond repair like every other damn thing in your godforsaken life.
“You think you could bring yourself to give a bum like me a second chance?” You tentatively ask her. Nancy’s gray eyes gaze deeply into yours for what feels like an eternity.
“Sure.” She smiles almost nonchalantly. You smile and pull her to you, kissing her tenderly.
“You won’t regret it.” You tell her after you break the kiss. “I promise.”
“I’d better not.” She chuckles. “I carry a gun, remember?” You smile and kiss her again, harder this time. For the first time in years, you actually feel optimistic about the future.
THE END
“Rain check sweetheart.” You reply gruffly, not in the mood to celebrate. Nancy blinks in surprise, but recovers quickly.
“Some other time then.” She shrugs nonchalantly.
“Sure.” You reply vaguely.
One of the other cops runs you back to the city. You deflect his small talk until he gives up and you drive the rest of the way in silence.
You step into your office and sit down at your desk. It’s been a grueling few days and you reach into your drawer for the whiskey bottle. As you pour yourself a glass, you reflect sourly that perhaps Viola Vandergraaf’s preconceptions of you weren’t so far from the mark. Maybe she underestimated you or maybe you just got lucky this time.
“To hell with you.” You mutter, draining the glass and not sure if you are talking to Viola or yourself.
THE END
You’ve had enough of crazy dames for one night. You decide to go back to the office and finish off that bottle of whiskey in your desk drawer. Hell, you might even buy another on the way back. You briefly hear a voice in your head, suggesting that perhaps you should lay of the drink a little.
“Screw you, Jiminy goddamn Cricket!” You mutter, deciding to go find a liquor store.
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You stop at a payphone and dial Paige’s number.
“Hello?” Her voice answers a moment later.
“Paige, it’s Sam.” You tell her. “Listen sweetheart, you wanna come over to the office? I’ve got an urgent case that needs your talented attention.”
“Go to hell.” She growls. “I’m not just some cheap whore for you to call up and then discard when you feel like it!”
“Don’t be like that, doll!” You sooth. “I was just looking for some company, is all. It’s been a hell of a day! Look, how about I take you out to that movie house around the corner, eh? You can even pick the picture. Whaddya say Paige?” There is a p
ause at the other end of the line.
“Okay Sam.” She sighs. “But I’m just coming as a pal. Don’t think you’re gettin’ any action tonight, okay?”
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” You grin. “I’ll see you there.”
“You look just swell.” You grin as Paige trots down the sidewalk towards you. It’s not just flattery. She wears a loose white top that’s low cut enough to draw the eye and a red and white floral skirt with a hem high enough to draw a disapproving glance from some old dear walking by with her husband.
“Thanks Sam.” She smiles, taking your arm. You take one last drag from your cigarette before tossing it into the gutter and glancing up at the illuminated marquee over the movie house entrance.
“What are we seeing then?” You ask her. She chews her lip thoughtfully for a moment, studying the titles.
“Little Women.” She replies. “I auditioned for that one last year.” Your heart sinks.
“Sure.” You reply, quickly twisting your grimace into a smile as you approach the ticket booth.
You glance away from the silver screen and squint at your watch. Nearly an hour in and your attention is beginning to wane. Paige seems engrossed and has her head nestled against your side, your arm around her. You’re sitting in the back row and the movie house is all but full, with a sea of heads between you and the screen. You glance around you. There’s a couple of teenagers necking a few seats to your right. You grin. They’ve probably got the right idea. You shift slightly and allow your hand to creep up and cup a breast. Paige doesn’t react at first, but as you begin to massage the soft orb, she squirms a little.
“Sam!” She hisses under her breath. You grin and continue, growing bolder as your thumb flicks across her nipple. You hear her take a sharp breath and feel the bud harden through the thin material of her bra. She wriggles a little, her body pressing against your side. Feeling her resolve starting to slip away, you reach for her, your hand against her cheek, gently tilting her head up to yours. You can see her eyes shining in the dim light and her lips pouting expectantly.
“Oh Sam…” She murmurs as you lean forward, pressing your lips to hers. Her fingers entwine in your hair as you kiss her firmly. After a moment, she pulls away, her eyes glinting with excitement and expectation.
Use your fingers on her while she takes you in her mouth
Guide her hand to your cock
You reach for Paige’s hand and guide it to the front of your slacks. You see her teeth glinting in the darkness as she smiles knowingly and reaches for your zipper. The clack of the zip seems somehow amplified as she tugs it down and you half expect to see the heads of the people in front turn in your direction. You stifle a gasp as you feel her fingers reach inside and wrap around your cock. She yanks it out of your fly and you watch as her hand begins to work up and down.
“Fuck!” You murmur under your breath. You squirm in your seat and Paige glances up at you, her eyes gleaming mischievously as her hand slides up and down your shaft in slow, steady strokes. You grit your teeth and grip the armrests, your pulse racing as you enjoy her attention while every fiber of your being wants to groan loudly with delight. You hear Paige chuckle softly in the darkness, perhaps feeling how tense you have become from her attentions. She shifts slightly in her own seat and your glance across at her, your eyes widening when you realize that she is slipping her hand into the waistband of her skirt and into her panties.
“You dirty bitch!” You whisper, your cock twitching in her grasp at the sight of her pleasuring herself. You reach for her, your fingers slipping through her silky dark hair as you pull her towards you, kissing her deeply. Her hand pumps you faster and you wonder if she has quickened her pace on herself as well. You can feel your balls stirring as you begin to close in on your climax. Having no intention of dousing the front of your slacks in warm, sticky come, you break the kiss as you decide what to do.
Pull her onto your lap
Finish up in the Ladies room
“C’mon.” You grin, pulling her hand from your shaft and stuffing your cock back into your slacks before rising from your seat. Paige glances up at you quizzically, but gets to her feet. You shuffle past the necking teenagers and step out of the theatre auditorium into the brightly lit corridor outside with gaudy movie posters advertising upcoming films on the walls.
“What are you doin’, Sam?” Paige giggles as you both scurry along the corridor. You stop at the door to the Ladies room and after a furtive glance up and down the corridor, you push open the door and drag her into one of the stalls. Locking the door, you press her against the side of the enclosure and kiss her. Her body melts against yours and you can feel her heart beating against your chest. Her hand is already pulling your hard cock back out of your slacks. You pull away and hoist her skirt up. Paige props one leg up on the seat of the toilet, her panties shamelessly displayed.
“Do it, Sam.” She breathes, pumping your cock. “Fuck me!” You nod and press against her, fumbling with her panties as you tug the gusset to one side. She guides your cock to her sopping slit and you thrust up inside her. She groans with pleasure, her hand reaching around to grasp your buttocks as you begin to move back and forth inside her.
“You like this, huh?” You hiss, your lips at her ear. “You like my hard cock inside you?”
“Yeah.” She moans, her fingers digging into your buttock cheeks. “It feels so dirty, fucking in a grubby stall in a Ladies room. I feel like such a whore!” You grin and press your lips to hers, kissing her hungrily before pulling back slightly, the lust in her pretty brown eyes no doubt mirroring your own. Each time you slam up inside her, you can feel her hot breath on your cheek. Her hands leave your buttocks and reach up, grasping the top of the stall to brace herself as you quicken your pace.
“Yes, harder, harder!” She pants, her face flushed and dewy with perspiration. Her dark hair, so immaculately styled when you met her outside is now disheveled while her skirt and white top are creased and crumpled. The frame of the stall creaks rhythmically as you slam into her, your come boiling in your balls as you rapidly approach your climax.
“I’m gettin’ close.” You groan thickly.
“So am I!” She gasps. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“Fuck!” You grunt, ramming your cock up into her one final time as you feel your balls twitch and your come race up your shaft. Your hips jerk as the first spurt explodes deep inside her pussy.
“Yes!” Paige cries out, the sensation of your erupting cock sending her over the edge. You hold each other tightly as your bodies shudder in ecstasy. Her soft, breathless gasps accompany each little tremble while your deep, guttural groans of pleasure echo around the Ladies room. As your orgasms fade, you twist your head towards her, kissing her softly. You gently withdraw from her, both of you breathing heavily as you recover from your climaxes. Voices from the corridor outside drift in and Paige’s eyes widen.
“Oh crap, Sam! The movie’s finished.” She gasps, pulling her skirt back down. You quickly slip your wilting cock back into your slacks and pull the zipper back up. You follow Paige out of the stall and out of the Ladies room just as a pair of tittering women approach the door. You chuckle at their mortified expressions and give them a sly wink before following Paige along the corridor.
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Your hand slides behind Paige’s head and gently guides her down towards your lap. Chuckling softly, she obediently leans forward and unfastens your slacks. You stifle a gasp as you feel her fingers reach inside and grasp your hardening shaft, slipping it out. You reach out and slide your hand down past the small of her back to her firm buttocks, squeezing them through her skirt. A low moan escapes your lips as you feel her hot breath on your cock. You pull her skirt upwards and slip your hand underneath and feeling the lacy fabric of her panties. As she wraps her lips around the tip of your shaft, she shifts her position, allowing your hand to slip between her legs. You can feel the heat radiating out of her pussy as your fingers brush against th
e moist gusset of her panties before you tug it to one side. A muffled moan vibrates around your cock as you allow your fingertips to slip inside her sodden furrow.
“Damn, you’re even hornier than I am!” You whisper.
“Shhh!” A woman hisses back at you from a couple of rows in front. You chuckle and begin to gently slip your fingers inside Paige’s slit while she begins to rock her head up and down in your lap. You bite your lip as she finds a rhythm, her lips and tongue sliding down nearly to the base of your rigid shaft. Her enthusiasm is infectious and you quicken your pace, thrusting your fingers back and forth inside her juicy pussy. The excitement of what you are doing while so close to all these oblivious people has your heart racing and you soon feel the pressure beginning to build in your balls.
“Keep goin’, sweetheart.” You murmur to Paige. “That feels incredible!” As the film reaches a quiet scene, you can hear her sucking and slurping on you as well as the faint squelching sound of your fingers working in and out of her. Her mouth feels incredible and while you are tempted to allow her to continue, the thought of pulling her onto your lap and slipping inside her is equally enticing.
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