"Well fuck you then!" I screamed, slamming the door in my now ex-boyfriend's face. A mumbled, "whatever" hung in the air as Trevor clomped down the stairs of my apartment building.
His footsteps faded and I stood at the door trembling as the anger subsided and tears welled up in my emerald green eyes. It took only a few moments to make the transition from soft sobbing to full on bawling. Trevor had hurt me in a way that I'd never experienced, he'd cheated on me. That was something that just didn't happen to Rebecca Marie Davis.
It may seem conceited, but my perfect 36-24-36 figure and firm, full double D-cup breasts had always commanded the undivided attention of anyone I was with. From my first steady boyfriend in high school through college and into my twenties I had had my pick of men and was always the one to end the relationship.
Beyond the pain of being unceremoniously dumped, was the added insult of his claimed reason. Trevor asserted I wasn't adventurous enough. He wasn't talking about rock climbing or skydiving either; he was talking about sex. I just didn't understand how he could say that. I had willingly indulged all of Trevor's wants, everything from role-playing and light bondage to sex in public places. He especially loved getting head in the car, and truth be told, I liked it too, the honks and hollers from passing motorists as my long auburn hair splayed in Trevor's lap always turned me on. But still it hadn't been enough for him.
As I cried myself out, I came to the realization that while the six months Trevor and I had been together had been fun; it wasn't as if he was the love of my life. No my pain and sorrow stemmed from being the one who was dumped. I actually felt a twinge of guilt at having caused this kind of pain to all those boyfriends before.
I took only a few minutes to grasp that the easiest way to get rid of the self-pity was to go find someone to forget about it with. A quick shower rejuvenated me and, determined to make my intentions clear, I picked out one of my sexiest outfits. Black seamed stockings encased my long legs and they clipped to a lacy black garter belt. A thin wisp of satin thong covered my freshly shaved pussy, another thing I'd done for Trevor.
I slipped into four-inch black patent leather heels before wriggling into the short, tight, black strapless dress. The strapless nature of my dress didn't really lend itself to wearing a bra, but at twenty-six, my heavy chest was still quite firm and the dress provided enough support. I fastened a simple strand of pearls around my neck, and straightened my auburn hair so it draped over my bare shoulders.
The club was just a few blocks from my apartment and, even though it was relatively early on a Thursday night, there was a large crowd drinking and dancing. I stopped by the bar and ordered a martini. It arrived with an explanation that the gentleman at the end of the bar had paid for it.
It wasn't exactly an original move but I accepted it, holding the glass up in mock toast to my benefactor. Studying him in the dim lights of the nightclub, he looked to be about thirty, well dressed with a bright smile. Picking up a stranger in a bar certainly wouldn't be the most adventurous thing I'd ever done but it was a start.
I sauntered over to the stranger and held out my hand, "Hi, I'm Becky."
A broad smile formed on his lips and he chuckled as he said, "I'm Vince."
"What's so funny, Vince?"
He looked me up and down guiltily. "Sorry it's just that you don't look like a Becky. Becky has pig tails, a flannel shirt and cut off shorts, not a slinky black designer dress."
"Fine then," I replied with mock haughtiness, "I'm Rebecca."
"Now that's better," he said taking my hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you Rebecca. What brings you out tonight?"
"I'm just out looking to have a good time. A little drinking, a little dancing, maybe a little something more," I said flirtatiously, resting a hand on his knee.
Vince leaned forward and boldly put a hand around my waist. "Why don't we get you another drink then and maybe we can find a spot and work on the other two?"
I readily agreed and Vince guided me deeper into the club, finally locating a secluded spot. We dropped our drinks at the table and moved onto the dance floor. The thumping beat resounded through us as we danced, Vince using the opportunity to clutch and grab at my nubile body. As the song ended I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, before striding back to out table.
Vince trailed behind me and I was certain he was enjoying the sway of my hips and wondering just how hard he was going to have to work to get me out of the dress. He slid into the booth next to me, slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I willingly melted into his embrace as my hand caressed his knee.
"So Rebecca, you said you were looking for drinking and dancing and a little more," he said. I nodded as he continued, "I was wondering just how much that 'more' would cost me."
I struggled to not choke on the sip I had just taken. 'He thinks I'm a prostitute!' The voice in my head screamed as I swallowed hard. After only a moment of panic, a thin smile formed on my lips. My hand slid further up Vince's thigh as I whispered in his ear, "That depends on how much 'more' you want."
Her turned to face me, our lips nearly touching, as he calmly and quietly said, "I want to do anything I wish to you for the rest of the night."
How was this for adventurous Trevor, I thought as I stroked Vince's cock through his pants and said, "A grand."
"That's a lot of money," he said.
"And I'm worth every penny," I said just before my lips alit on his.
Vince pressed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hungrily as I stroked his growing cock. I moaned into his mouth when his strong hand came to rest on my chest, squeezing and rubbing my big sensitive breasts. This continued for a few minutes before I pulled away, my heart racing and my panties soaked.
"My place is just around the corner," I explained, "and a little more private."
Vince nodded in agreement and we walked out of the club and into the warm spring evening. It seemed like it took only moments to cover the few blocks. During our brief walk I learned Vince was thirty and in town on business. His hand never left my waist as we ascended the stairs to my apartment. Once inside, I locked the door behind us and offered Vince a glass of wine, which he accepted.
I was in the kitchen concentrating on uncorking the bottle and didn't notice Vince come up behind me. His light touch on my waist startled me and I let out a gasp. With a whispered apology, Vince's hands glided over my hips and up and down my torso a few times before he gently cupped my breasts. Instinctively I leaned back against him, his hard cock pressing against my shapely bottom. Moving my hips sinuously, like a stripper giving a lap dance, had the desired effect of making him even harder.
His lips settled on my bare shoulders, kissing my smooth skin. I set the bottle down and slowly turned to face Vince. Looking into his steel blue eyes and tracing the outline of his rigid cock with my fingertips, I asked sultrily, "What do you want me to do?"
Vince swallowed hard before asking, "Do you do oral?"
I smiled and kissed him tenderly as my hands fumbled with his belt and trousers. It took only a moment for his pants to hit the floor and, with my back to the kitchen cabinets, I squatted in front of him. His beautiful cock was practically bursting from his briefs and I eagerly fished it from its cotton confines. My lips went immediately to the thick bulbous head, planting a kiss on it before taking it in my mouth. Looking up at him, I slowly worked more of Vince's throbbing member into my mouth, my hand slowly stroking the exposed part of his shaft.
"Holy fuck," he moaned, when I took all of him in my mouth, lips and tongue bathing his manhood with my saliva.
Up and down his shaft I slid my lips, my hands now fondling his tightening sac. He rested a hand on my head, probably out of habit, but was smart enough to realize I didn't need any guidance from him. Thoughts of how good it would feel to have Vince's thick cock in me made my pussy tingle and I could feel myself getting wetter. The notion that I was being paid to do this added to my arousal and made me more enthusiastic in my sucking.
In little time Vince was thrusting his cock down my throat, effectively fucking my face. I met his pace until in due course he roared with release. Vince's thick tool pulsed his tangy issue into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of semen.
Spent, Vince staggered backward, coming to rest against the opposite counter. I crawled across the tile floor and licked the last few drops from his softening cock. My licks resulted in an involuntary twitch.
"You are amazing," he said pulling me to my feet.
"Thank you," I said, melting into his embrace.
After a moment I wriggled from his grasp and poured him a glass of wine. "Have a seat and let me freshen up a bit," I said sauntering to the back of the apartment under Vince's lustful gaze. He was buckling his pants as I gave him a broad smile and a wink before closing the door to my bedroom.
