As she walked into the dimly lit bar all heads turned, all heads
including mine. Her name was Veronica. I knew that because I had asked
several of the other guys, in the bar with me, her name. She was tall. I
suspect about five foot nine inches but those heels she had on made her
look much taller. She was wearing a little black skirt with a slit cut in
the back that gave you just a hint of what was under it. She was wearing a
tight pink sweater, which accentuated her rather bountiful breasts. The
sweater was slightly too small for her as when she stretched it gave you a
peek of her waist and maybe if she was reaching up and glance at something
else too. She was wearing fishnets held up by garters. I know this
because when she leaned over to talk to one of her girlfriends, the skirt
rode up her ass so far that you could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear
either.
She was the girl of my dreams and a few of my more erotic fantasies.
But she wouldn’t give a kind of guy like me a second look unless it was to
wipe her shoes with me. Yeah, she was hot and I wanted her. She always
came in at half-past-ten every Friday night to have a couple of drinks with
her friends. They would all sit in the section of the bar near the pool
table and play a few games while drinking their beers. They all stayed
until about midnight then Veronica would look around the bar and select one
of the “lower class” to take her home. If the guy were real lucky she
would kiss him good night to thank him. But that almost never happened.
Usually the guy would show up about an hour later with a severe case of
“blue balls” and nothing else to show for it. All the guys had said that
she was a “lesbo” and tortured guys just for tricks. But I knew that God
wouldn’t have made a woman that gorgeous if he didn’t mean for her to be
fucked by a man. Just the thought of that was already making me hard. I
discreetly reached down and readjusted myself to make my raging hard-on
less obvious.
The old Miller Lite clock over the bar chimed midnight. I stopped
staring at my beer and looked at Veronica’s reflection in the mirror on the
wall. Sure enough she was scanning the room for her next victim. She was
looking all around the bar. “Oh God not me tonight… not me.” I thought,
but he obviously needed a good laugh because here she was coming straight
at me. She walked up beside me a sat down on the barstool. Oh, she
smelled nice. It was a combination of roses and lilacs. She cleared her
throat and in a soft, sensual voice she said, “Hi, I’m Veronica and
tonight’s your lucky night.” I gulped visibly, unable to speak. My dick
pulsed with want against my jeans to show her that it wanted to talk to
her.
Her eyes tilted slightly lower and she tried to rouse me into speaking
with her. “You look like a strong enough man to take a poor, good looking
woman home for the night. So how about it stud? Are you man enough?” With
that last phrase she openly grabbed my crotch and started stoking it thru
my jeans. If she didn’t stop soon I was going to shoot my wad in my jeans.
So I got up and moved away from her as best as I could and said “I’m man
enough for anything and everything you want or need.” This unfortunately
came out about an octave higher than normal so it wasn’t as effective as I
wanted it to be. She just smiled and put on her coat. “So, where are you
parked my lusty hunk?” she purred. “About a half of a block north of here,
babe.” She took my arm and we made our way out of the bar with only a few
snickers and a “good luck” from one overly drunk guy.
As we walked, I glanced over at her. She hadn’t buttoned her coat so
her nipples were perking up through her pink sweater. As we approached my
car, a black chevette with red racing stripes, I tried to make small talk,
the weather, last night’s basketball game, or anything else that I could
think of. Her eyes brows lifted just slightly at my choice of cars. But
she didn’t say anything. She just got in the car after I unlocked the door
for her. I knew she was probably used to riding around in Mercedes or
Corvettes but this was her chariot tonight. I smiled a little sheepishly
as I slid into the driver’s seat and started the car. As we pulled out
into traffic she started to play with my leg.
Trying to distract myself from her ministrations, I asked where she
lived. “The Tower Apartments on the corner of Thirty-Third and Elm
Street.” She growled. I knew the place. It was one of those fancy places
that had a doorman and you had to know someone important to even get into
the place. I knew that either she was rich or well connected or married to
someone who was. I went for the first one first and asked, “So that must
mean you are an executive or have a extremely good job.” I guess I must
have hit a sore spot with her because she stopped stroking my leg a turned
to me, and all but shouted “God damn it!! I’m a junior executive assistant
to the undersecretary of one of the human resources people down at Smith
and Stone, the law firm! But why should you care all you want is to fuck
me and be able to tell your friends back at the bar that YOU finally
toppled the untouchable, stuck-up lesbo that torments all of you every
Friday night! So, do you want me to just hike up my skirt so you can rut
between my legs for five minutes and get your rocks off? I don’t think so!
I’m not that kind of girl! If that is what you had in mind then pull over
to the side of the road and let me out so I can call a cab to take me
home!” Then she burst into tears and collapsed onto the dashboard.
I thought that this woman must be a psycho with the way she went off on
me. Never in my life had a woman sounded so bitter and overwhelmed. I
realized that if she wasn’t a lesbian yet, I might have pushed her that
last step into hating and shunning all men forever. “Damn that’s heavy.”
So I gathered myself back together and pasted on my best “I’m your friend
and you have nothing to fear from me” face and turned to her a said. “It
sounds like a great job and I just wondered where you lived so I would know
where to drop you off at.” It sounded sincere and caring. This had her
tears subsiding just slightly, and her body stopped shaking enough to see
her smile just a little thru ruined makeup. “Look I had a bad day at the
office today. And you can chalk it up to PMS or something, but right now I
just want to go home, get out of these clothes and slip into a nice hot
bath for a while.” She lightly begged. The thought of her nude in a steamy
bubble bath with her dripping down her back until it touched the water had
my pulse racing and my cock getting excited at the image. “Maybe I could
scrub her back and clean her breasts my tongue. And then I could stroke
her pussy until she was hot and juicy. Then I would lift her out and lay
her across her bed and…”
“Make a left at the next light.” I heard her say thru my fantasy. “What
did you say?” I asked. “Make a left at the next light.” She said a little
more firmly. She gave me a sideways look as if she could read my mind and
didn’t approve of it. I turned at the light and made my way down the
street to her apartment building. I stopped the car and the doorman
started to walk up to her door. “I could walk you up if you would like.” I
said, grasping for strings. “Just to make sure you were safe.” “No. I
think I can manage on my own tonight. Thanks for the ride and the shoulder
to cry on.” She smiled. “No problem. That’s what friends are for.
Right?” I smiled sheepishly back at her. She was going to get out of the
car and walk right out of my life. I was going to have a major case of
“blue balls” by the time I got back to the bar.
It was then, that I had a thought. It was a thought so absurd that I
almost didn’t give it a second thought. “What if this was all part of her
sick game to tease men. How many men had taken her out of the bar only to
return an hour later with nothing to show for it? Ten, twenty, maybe more.
Most of the guys never talked about what happened, they just said that she
brushed them off. Then they drank themselves stupid to recover from the
humiliation. And here she was doing it again.” This infuriated me. “How
dare she do something like that to me?” I turned to her and lightly
caressed her cheek with my hand. “Maybe I can get your number, and try
this differently another time? I promise I’ll be a complete gentleman the
whole night if you want me to.” I said in the sweetest voice I could
muster.
The mask again fell over her face and she said, “I don’t think that
would be a good idea. Just go back to your bar and leave me alone.” And
almost as an afterthought she added “And don’t get any fancy ideas about
pretending like you fucked me. Because if I hear that you did, you will be
extremely sorry for it.” She punched one of her well-manicured fingernails
against my chest to emphasize her point to me. “I would never do that to
you.” I smiled innocently. “I only thought…” I said. “That’s your
problem.” She said. “You think. More like you think with your dick. Guys
like you are a dime a dozen. They see a pretty girl, and at the first
chance they get, they think they can have sex with her or at least have a
little of her attention. Well you are wrong. Guys like you are the scum
of the earth. I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last man on earth and
the survival of the human race depended on it. You are nothing you little
worm. So just go back to the hole which you crawled out from and leave us,
“better people” alone.” With her last statement, she jumped out of the car
and almost ran into her apartment building.
“Whoa! What a bitch. Glad I never slept with HER!” I put the car into
drive and started to head back to the bar. Then I thought maybe I could
teach her a lesson. I turned the car around and drove back to her
apartment building. I parked the car about a half-block from the building
and got out. So now all I needed to do is get INTO the building and find
her apartment. I tried to walk casually. And tried to go past the
doorman, but he blocked my way and said “Can I help you with something,
young man?” “Yeah, I just parked my car and now I’m going to go in to join
Ronny.” It sounded like a good excuse to me. He looked unconvinced. “She
said I could park the car while she got herself ready for me…if you know
what I mean. You can check with her but she has probably cuffed herself to
the bed and has her vibrator running so don’t expect her to come down.”
With my last comment the doorman flushed, lowered his eyes and opened the
door to let me in with a quiet “Have a nice night sir.”
“Stupid old fart.” Now all I needed to do was to find her apartment
number. Almost immediately my thoughts were answered. I walked into the
lobby where a large wall of mailboxes stood with names on each box. I
scanned the boxes until I found one that read “Veronica Spencer. 347.” Now
that was luck. I climbed the stairs to the third floor, as I didn’t want
to run the risk of being questioned by anyone else if I took the elevators.
I tried to think of what I would do to her when I saw her. Scare her? No,
she would just call the police and I would be in jail within the hour being
some biker’s fuck toy until Monday. I thought harder. What would Mel
Gibson do? Woman seemed to like him a lot, although I have no reason why.
He isn’t handsome, or muscular or smart. They just seemed to “coo” when
they saw one of his movies. Mel Gibson…Mel Gibson…Mel Gibson would
seduce her. He would tear down her resistances with kisses until she was
putty in his hands. Then he would sweep her up in his arms and carry her
off to bed to spend a long night of passionate lovemaking and tenderness.
How sappy and boring was that? Besides it only happens like that in the
movies. Most of the time sex involved sweat and grunting. And if you did
it anywhere but in the bed, you got carpet burns that itched like hell for
days. Once in a while you got real lucky, and got to take a shower
afterwards but not very often. Most of the time you were cleaning yourself
up with a Kleenex or your shirt. Then you had the old condom battle. SHE
wants you to use a condom. You can’t feel shit thru those things, so what
is the point of the whole thing. Then again, you don’t know whom she been
with before you. You could end up with a death sentence around your
Johnson if you didn’t wear a rubber. There HAD to be a way to enjoy
boinking the hell out of a woman without loosing everything else in the
process.
As I reached the third floor, I peeked around the corner to see if
anyone was in the hallway. Fortunately for me, there wasn’t. The hallway
was plush with red carpet and gold wallpaper. About half way down the
hall, I saw a table with a large pointy plant sticking out from it. I took
a quick glace to the right and left. Then opted for the right hallway.
The first door I arrived at was 340. The door across the hall was 341. I
walked about ten more steps and found 342 and 343. Well, I knew I was
going in the right direction at least. I walked further down the hall
until I came to 347. I knew I could have won the lottery with the luck I
was having, because the door was still open a crack and I could hear her
talking. “Yeah, I dumped him.” “No, he fell for it.” “He had a Chevette.
Can you believe that?” I pushed the door open just a bit more and saw her
standing in what appeared to be a kitchen, talking on the phone. She was
wearing a flowing black robe that seemed to cling to her skin. Her auburn
hair was still up in the tight twist like she had it when he last saw her.
I just stood there in the doorway watching her move around the room. She
must have heard the door squeak because she shouted, “Is that you, Jack?
Go in the bedroom, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She didn’t even
turn around.
I scanned the room looking for a doorway leading to a bedroom. The
living room was sparsely furnished and seemed to open up into a dining area
and behind it was the doorway to the kitchen where she was. Off to the
right there was a window and a couple of bookcases but nothing much. I
glanced left and saw a hallway with three doors at the other end. I
guessed one of those doors led to a bedroom. I quietly walked down the
hall. All three doors were shut. I opened the door in front of me. It
was a small pink bathroom with a pastel-colored shower curtain. There was
makeup scattered all over the counter to the right and a toilet just behind
the door. I shut the door as quietly as I could muster. I picked the room
to my right next. It looked to be a small closet that held towels, sheets
and other kinds of stuff. I opened up the final door and let out the
breath that I didn’t know I had been holding. I noticed an intercom system
on the wall. With a little quick thinking, I buzzed the doorman
downstairs. I said in my most authoritative voice “Yes, this is 347. Ms.
Spencer has a stalker on her hands. His name is Jack. He is mentally
unstable and is also delusional. He believes he is Ms. Spencer’s
boyfriend and is here to have a late night tryst with her. Please make
sure he doesn’t make it past you. Call the police if you have to but make
sure that he doesn’t make it into the building. Ms. Spencer is quite
shaken up by the whole ordeal and I will be spending the rest of the night
here calming her down so do not disturb us. Is that clear? ” “Yes, sir.
I’ll make sure that Ms. Spencer isn’t bothered by that man ever again.”
the man over the intercom reported. “Thank you and have a pleasant night.”
I said back to him and let the intercom go dead. I turned it off and
looked around.
The room was a mess. There were clothes all over the floor and bed.
Several drawers were open with underwear and scarves scattered across and
out of them. The bed was a nice size bed, a Queen I guessed. It had a
satin bedspread on it, which shimmered in the light pouring out from the
hall and outside windows. There looked to be a closet and a mirror on the
other side of the room but I couldn’t be sure from where I was standing. I
flipped the switch next to the intercom and light brightly radiated from
the ceiling fan/light above the bed. I adjusted the knob next to the
switch and turned down the lights. I noticed that she had a clock/radio on
her nightstand so I turned it on. Then adjusted the dial until I found
some romantic sounding music. Women love music and soft lighting. I took
off my shoes and sock and unzipped my jeans. My cock was pushing at my
underwear with want for her hot body. I took off my shirt and crawled
under the covers of the bed. There I was lying in a woman’s bed waiting
for her. I thought about turning the lights off completely but dismissed
the thought when I heard her coming down the hall. The moment of truth was
at hand and I was almost bursting with need for her.
“How romantic, Jack.” She said as she came into the room. “Are you
trying to apologize for last night still? I told you that it happens to a
lot of men you age. But I’m sure your “little soldier” will be able to
stand at attention tonight.” She teased. “And if he doesn’t, that’s
alright too. I understand completely.” By this time she was crawling into
bed next to me. I could feel her slide her hands over my legs and up them.
I was frozen with fear so I didn’t move. Maybe she wouldn’t notice the
difference between Jack and me with the lights off. Yeah and who else was
I kidding. Women like this only go for the strong, athletic types of guys.
But she didn’t appear to notice yet. I held my breath waiting for the
moment when she realized that I wasn’t Jack. “What is this, Jack? Are you
getting shy on me? Wearing underwear to bed? Really…take those dreadful
things off this minute.” She announced. I obliged her request somewhat
reluctantly. Not wanting to have to run out of her apartment stark naked,
but knowing that she would think something was up if I didn’t take my
underwear off. I removed them and set them a close to my clothes as I
could manage without raising too much suspicion. I figured I could always
make a grab for my clothes on the way out. “Much better.” She cooed, “So
let’s see if I can “raise the flagpole” on you tonight.” She started to
suck on my rod with vigor. It was at that point she realized that I wasn’t
Jack. She started to pull her head up. But I just held her in place with
my hands over her hair. She started to moan in protest and kick a little.
I knew I had two options. Option one was to let her go, grab my clothes
and try to scramble out of here without her seeing my face and hope that no
one caught me while doing it. Or I could hold her where she was get a half
descent blowjob before having my stupid ass hauled off to prison where I
would be for the next thirty years or so. This is the LAST time I think
with my dick. In the end, it wasn’t much of a decision. Either go to
prison now or go to prison with something to fantasize about while it was
there. I held her head in place and started to pump myself in and out of
her mouth. She tried to scream and pinch and kick and bite. But in the
end I guess she figured I was too strong for her or something, because she
stopped fighting me and directed her attention to pleasing me with her
mouth. I chuckled at her and said “decided not to fight me anymore or have
you decided that you like what you’re gulping on so vigorously.” I almost
sounded cocky there for a minute. Damn I’m good. But she deflated my ego
by shaking her head “no” as she continued to gobble on my man-meat. “No,
is it? Then you won’t mind if I stick it somewhere else instead.” I could
tell by the look in her eyes that she now regretted her answer. She began
to suck hard on me in an attempt to make me forget her miscalculation. But
I pulled my dick out of her mouth and covered her mouth with my hand. I
tried to calm her by saying, “Don’t scream, please. It will all be over
soon.” She didn’t look like she believed me but didn’t say anything when I
took my hand away from her mouth.
I leaned her back on the bed and got between her legs. I looked up at
her and saw tears in her eyes. The tears and the look in her eyes did me
in. I could feel my cock going limp as tried to fight back the pity for
her. She deserved this…she begged for this…she would always remember
me…but why…because I was the one who broke down the wall around
her…no…for raping her. I felt the energy leak out of me. I didn’t
want her to remember me for that. I climbed over her leg and lay down next
to her to sooth her fears away before I called the police to turn myself
in. “I won’t hurt you anymore, please just stop crying. I can’t stand to
see woman cry.” I told her. This seemed to only make her cry harder for
just a minute. Then she closed her eyes and started to breath deeply.
When she finally had control of her emotions, she looked over at me and
stared. After she surveyed me for about three minutes she asked “Why?”
“Why what?” I asked her. “Why did you stop? I mean you seemed pretty
willing to have your way with me before then suddenly you stopped. Why?”
“I don’t know,” I told her. “It just didn’t feel right. I wanted to have
you remember me but not like that. That’s not me. I wanted something to
remember you by when I’m lying in my cell in prison.” She laughed at that
thought.
“What did you do rob a bank or kill somebody?” she asked shyly. “I’m
going to prison because I broke into your apartment and raped you.” I
explained to her. “Now because I’m a chicken-shit…I won’t even be able
to remember what it felt like to have your hot pussy around my cock. I
won’t be able to remember what it was like to have your body writhing
beneath mine. I won’t be able to recall your screams of joy as you orgasm
with me as I shoot my last heterosexual wad into you.” All this talk about
sex was getting me hot again. “And why not?” she asked huskily. “Looks
like you have the right size tool for the job.” She purred against my ear
and started to nibble on my neck. “Or don’t I turn you on anymore?” she
asked. “If your into a control thing I’ll let you tie me down, but I’d
rather like to have my hands free to dig my nails into your back and chest
as I milk your love-tool for all it’s worth. But it’s completely your
decision on how you want to remember me.”
As she finished saying that she reached down with her right hand and
started stroking my cock with it. That set all my nerve-endings on end and
had me nearly jump off the bed. “No, I don’t think I need to tie you up.”
I told her as I really started to get back in the mood. I kneaded her
ample tits with my hands and leaned down to gorge on her perky nipples. I
gently chewed them with my teeth, which made are squirm with delight. As I
trailed my way down her body, I found her hot and ready for me. I kissed
my way down to her twat and nuzzled on her clit. When I caressed it with
my teeth, she nearly leapt out from under me. I really had her motor
running now and she was starting to suck me off again. I knew if I wanted
something more to remember her by than an out-of-this-world blowjob I was
going to have to fuck her SOON. I pulled myself away from her just
slightly. “I want to fuck you now. I want to shove myself so far into you
that it will feel like I’m fucking your eyeballs out.
I turned he over and plunged into her from behind. God she was so tight
and wet. I pumped into her over and over again. I felt her slit
convulsing around my cock as she came onto me. It felt so warm and
delightful. I continued to drive into her and felt her crescendo over the
next orgasm. Her body was really convulsing now. She was moaning,
panting, and begging me for more. I’d never had a woman do that before.
It was fantastic. I grasped her hips and flipped her onto her back. I was
a piston-driving machine as I fucked her while sucking on her toes. All of
a sudden, I started seeing stars as I lost my load up in her cunt. She
came right after me trying to suck every last ounce of my jism out of me. I
collapsed on top of her panting.
When she finally regained her breath enough to talk again she started to
laugh. She picked up the phone and said, “Okay, I’ll tell him.” I looked
at her somewhat perplexed. “What was that all about?” I asked her. She
looked me straight in the face and with the most serious face I think she
could muster and said, “That was the warden. You’ve been pardoned. You
are not going to prison. Your sentence has been commuted to another thirty
hours of that kind of sex…. unless you don’t want it?” She added
mischievously. “No, I think I’ll do the time. But next time I want to see
you ride me” I added. And we both laughed together. T