"Oh, baby!" he groaned as he pumped away at the supple blonde beneath him. He leaned over to thrust his tongue in her mouth to match the rhythm of his lower body. His hands squeezed her huge breasts mercilessly as his cock worked in and out of her tight pussy. He loved the way her pussy contracted so tightly around his erection. It felt like pure heaven. He had never enjoyed fucking another woman so much in his life.
Clay had wanted this particular woman for a very long time, and he couldn't believe that he was finally here with her, giving it to her like he knew she wanted it. The fact that she laid beneath his rather limply with a bored expression on her face didn't penetrate his senses, nor did he seem to notice that she held up one perfectly manicured hand to examine her nails. All he could think about was how good it felt to be inside of her. God, she was hot! Clay couldn't believe that he was fucking such a beautiful woman. He looked at her admiring the way that her platinum hair was spread wildly around her pillow. She was any man's wet dream he thought to himself. His body tensed up suddenly, indicating that he was about to cum.
"Oh God yes!" he yelled as he shot his load inside of her. He smirked to himself, at fifty years old, he still had it. The next time he fucked her, he would pull out of her just before he came, and then he would cum all over her fat tits. At that thought he collapsed against her, his breath, ragged and uneven from the physical exertion. After a few moments of trying to catch his breath, he nodded off.
"Clay?" Cassidy asked tentatively. She was answered with a loud snore. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That's what I get for letting that old man fuck me," she muttered under her breath only to be answered by an even louder snore. Was that it, she wondered to herself? She was disappointed that Clay turned out to be a talker. He had always bragged about his prowess in bed, and how large his cock was. It was a shame to find out the exact opposite. Their love making had lasted for a total of five minutes, foreplay included. She knew this because she had kept a vigil, on her bedside clock. It was quite an effort to pretend that she had enjoyed it, especially since his penis was rather small. She had to contract her muscles quite tightly in order to feel anything at all. What a joke that had turned out to be. Cassidy shoved his limp body off of her and got out of the bed.
Clay had been actively pursuing her for the past couple months, and she let him. He took her out to the most exclusive restaurants in town, and brought her little trinkets. She especially like the gold and diamond pendant that he brought her. It was only when he hinted at giving her the sapphire ring that she had hinted to him about, did she finally decide to give him a little pussy, after all, she was no sucker and there was no way that she was giving up the goods for free.
She went to her bathroom and studied herself in the full length mirror. She admired her slim, toned body that she took good care of. Her flat stomach and tiny waist emphasized how shapely her hips and breasts were. She liked the way her well shaped legs and a nice round derriere looked. Her blonde curls rested softly around her shoulders like a cape. Her violet eyes scrutinized every part of her anatomy. She ran her fingers absently thought her hair. I will need a touch up on my roots soon, she thought to herself.
She ran her hands lightly over her 34DD breasts, remembering a time when she was an A cup, her breasts being a gift from an admirer. She hadn't been naturally endowed like her friend Yvette, but it sure was amazing what you could buy with technology she smiled to herself. She fondled her breasts quite freely now, getting a little hot at her own touch. It had been so long since she had had good sex. Peter had been the best - it was too bad that he had turned out to be such a rat. Her fingers squeezed her pink erect nipples and she moaned in the back of her throat. While one hand continued to fondle her breasts she let the other one roam down her flat stomach, to her shaved pussy. She rubbed her now swollen clit, slowly, rolling the little nub between her thumb and forefinger.
Cassidy captured her lower lip between her teeth so that she wouldn't scream out too loud from pleasure. Heaven forbid if Clay came to join her, she was doing better on her own. She stabbed her pussy with two of her fingers. Her pussy was already soaked from Clay's cum, but as she worked her fingers in and out of her she cunt, her own juices mingled with the ones already inside of her, causing the juices to run freely down her legs. She leaned against the wall to support herself not removing her fingers from between her legs for even a second. He fingers moved in and out of herself as she used her thumb to rub her sensitive clit. Her hand worked in a frenzy. Cassidy's knees buckled beneath her as she brought herself to a climax.
She lay there on the floor to gather her wits before getting up to take a shower. She turned the water as hot as she could stand, to wash the scent of him off of her. She was sure that she would never get the smell of cigars out of her hair, Clay being fond of them. Clay was the Vice President of the company that she worked for. She knew that he admired her since she had come on board as the CEO's personal assistant. He wasn't a bad looking man at fifty, but he was only the second in command when she had first started, and her boss Peter, was the head guy, so of course that where she focused all her attention. Alas, that hadn't worked out and Peter was no longer with the company. Of course, in normal circumstance she would have refocused her energy into snaring the new CEO, who this time around was a very eligible bachelor. There was no way, however, that she was going to let that geek lay his hands on her. He was a scrawny little man, who's glasses practically cover his whole face, and Cassidy didn't like the way he looked at her sometimes, so Clay had looked like a much better prospect.
For the past few weeks she had been able to wheedle some money out of him to buy herself some new clothes. She didn't care that he was married already. Clay was the type of guy that enjoyed extra curricular activities but would never leave his wife. She knew his type well, especially with the lesson she had learned with Peter. Clay was just for fun, and it didn't hurt that he supplied her with her favorite toys, jewelry, money, and other tangible. Maybe if she was very persuasive, she could wrangle that fur coat she wanted out of him Cassidy thought. What she needed, was a single, rich man, who could keep her in the style that she had always dreamed of since she was a little girl.
She remembered sharing her dreams with Yvette. She would talk about the big house that she would live in and the numerous servants that would wait on her hand and foot. She would have a fur coat for every day of the week, a couple of cars, jewelry galore, trips to Europe and a sucker to pay for it all. Love would be nice but as long as he had lots of money love she was sure that she could learn to love her husband. She would have a husband who was revered by all. He would have a name to reckon with, like a Kennedy, or a Rockefeller. With his name she would command respect from the same people who had put her down when she was a kid. She would walk around with her head held high. "That's Mrs. so and so," they would whisper. One day it would happen.
Where she had come from, the name Chastaine name was associated with the poorest family in town. Cassidy was one of six children, she being the oldest. Her family lived just on the outskirts of town in the trailer park. They were stereotyped as the typical, "trailer trash" family. Her father Danny was in prison for armed robbery and had been there since Cassidy was seven. He hadn't really been much of a father figure when he had been around anyway. When he was free, he chose to hang out in bars and cause trouble around the county. If her mother hadn't insisted on the monthly family visits to the prison, Cassidy was sure that she would forget what he looked like.
Macy, Cassidy's mother, worked when she could but having six children was hard on a practically single mother. One child was always sick or she couldn't afford to keep them in child care. It was inevitable that they would begin to depend on the checks that the state sent every month which was barely enough to keep the bills paid and food on the table. It was embarrassing to attend school in thrift store clothing that the rest of her classmates would sneer at. Sometimes when things were especially tight her family would go without some meals. At times the only hot meal that she and her siblings would have all day was the free lunch at school. Sometimes the electric and water bills weren't paid which meant no hot water, no lights. Without water they stunk, yet another thing the kids at school picked on them about.
She refused to endure the humiliation of washing up in gas station sinks. Cassidy had to be the strong one, for her brothers and sisters. It was she who would comfort them when they came home from school crying. She was the one that pulled the family together. Macy was not much help, claiming that her nerves were bad. It seemed that Macy liked to use that excuse a lot. She used her nerves as an excuse not to work, not to look after the children, and to sit on her butt and get fatter with each passing year. Cassidy began to suspect that Macy would horde away part of her checks to feed herself while the kids were at school. She began to feel a contempt for her mother, and the life that they led. Why couldn't they have been born rich and why did some people have so much while others had so little? By the time that she was twelve her life was a living nightmare. The hardest part of the day was making it through the school day. She was called every name in the book from "white trash," "dirty whore," and "raga muffin."
