Flea Market Of Lust Gloria Gets It

It was a cool Autumn day at the Nimitz Road Flea Market, only 85 degrees with 70% humidity; don't you love living in the Southwest? I was shopping for the usual; comics books, weird magazines, you know, the flotsam of the bizarre. I was also hoping to hook up with Sheila. She was an older woman who ran Stall 137, and she had honored me by popping my cherry. Also, she let me help her win a bet concerning who gave the best blowjobs. All that being said, we weren't dating, she just sorta took from me what she wanted, and let it go at that. I had never even asked for sex, though I was going to today. However. . .

Closed. The door was pulled down shut, and no one was there.

"Yeah, she's not here so you're gonna have to get your dick sucked somewhere else, kid."

It was Gloria, the woman who lost the blowjob contest to Sheila. She was dressed in her usual She-Yuppie suit in a failed attempt to not look like the total asshole she was. Why do I call her an asshole? 1. The term bitch is overused and too diverse in interpretation, and she ain't shitty enough to be a 'Cunt'( If Hitler has a vagina, he'd be a cunt. . .well, fuck it, he's a cunt too.) 2. She is a mean person who is unkind to her faithful husband 3. She Blowballed two guys; that's when you promise a blowjob, start a blowjob and then refuse to finish the blowjob. That adds up to an asshole to me. She did have a decent set of tits though; I like to focus on the positive aspects about people.

"Well I sure as hell ain't coming to you.", I retorted.

Her face turned red in anger and embarrassment. "Like I'd touch your dick if it was the last dick on earth." Her eyes flicked down to my crotch. "And if you say anything about that to anyone, I'll sue your ass off!" She stormed off to her precious metals shop, leaving me shaking my head in wonderment and chagrin. The sound of laughter coming from behind me made me turn around. It was Valerie, a skinny girl my age who had tried to get me to help her piss off her Aunt and Uncle. She had her light brown hair feathered back in the front and loose across her freckled shoulders. Her blue jeans were so damn tight you could read her DNA sequence and her halter top was snuggled close to her B cup tits, making her the very picture of a white trash queen.

"That was fucking hilarious, John!" She giggled, her sexy lips flashed a huge smile. "God, I just cannot get to likin' that bitch." Most people at the Nimitz do not share my opinion about that word.

She gave me a friendly hug and told me she was finally going home to Oklahoma, and then apologized about not giving me the box of comics she had promised. I didn't mind and told her so, and we chatted for a while. I couldn't stop thinking about Gloria, and that there should be a way to kill the 'asshole' in her. I was young then, and thought people were capable of change. What got me thinking about it was Valerie's Aunt and Uncle, Bob and Charlene. Valerie still didn't know they were the biggest sex freaks in the whole Nimitz Road Flea Market and that they had wired their trailer with cameras and microphones in order to make and sell homemade pornography and to delight in their own voyeurism. I couldn't reveal their secret to Valerie, but maybe I could find a way to use their film making skills to cure Gloria of her meanness.

Bob and Charlene were in their double-wide on the Flea Market Employee area, where a bunch of folks kept their trailers. They smiled and invited me in, and let me talk out my thoughts concerning Gloria. They had filmed me fucking the Care Bear stuffing out of Valerie, and enjoyed watching it so much they gave me a free copy of the tape. They didn't have many people to talk to about their video hobby, as this was back in the dark ages before the internet, so they relished in the chance to safely share their fetish with others. After a hour or two of talking, and a few glasses of bourbon drinking, we had come up with a plan that was baroque, but possible.

On Monday afternoon we were ready. Well, I was ready. Bob and Charlene were always ready for nasty fun. With help from my theater pals I had altered my features with prosthetics and makeup, along with dyed hair that had a radical haircut. Add in a sharp Brooks Brothers suit, and I was unrecognizable as myself. I went to Bob and Charlene's and they got the plan into action. Ten minutes later, Gloria came into the trailer. As soon as she opened the door, I whipped out a realistic toy gun and aimed at her face, which produced a stifled scream.

"Are you Gloria Blathernutt?"

"y...y...yes." She whispered hoarsely.

"Then. . ." I holstered the gun. ". . . you can live." I pulled her all the way into the room and peeked out the doorway, pretending to make sure the coast was clear, and then shut and locked the thin trailer door.

"Bob and Charlene said someone was asking for me." She said nervously.

I stood and faced her with an austere aloofness, brushing off imaginary dust from my suit which I had borrowed from a lawyer friend of mine. "Mrs. Blathernutt, we happen to know you voted for President Reagan."

She gasped. "Its true! I did! But how did you . . .oh my, are you, are you with. . ."

"Yes Ma'am. . . I serve the President."

"Are you a federal agent?"

I chuckled derisively. "Better. I'm on the Republican Party Central committee. I help the President with anything he needs, sometimes before he needs it. And Mrs. Blathernutt, The Presidents needs you!

"Oh hell yes! I am so ready to do my part!"

"Excellent" I poured her a drink, and I began to blather. I spun a web of bullshit and hope about The Republican Party's need to build support in this area. She swallowed every word like Pop Rocks and Coke. By her third drink she and I were sitting on the couch, and I was staring into her eyes, and she was staring right back at me.

"Gloria, I only make a couple million dollars a year. I can't do everything." Gloria dabbed the edge of her mouth, wiping away the Pavlovian drool that emerged upon the hearing of ' couple million dollars'. "That's why I need you to push the Presidents' agenda, but I don't know if I can trust you, if I can rely on you. How much are you willing to give? How much are you willing to give for . . The Gipper?"

"I can give one for the Gipper! You bet I can!" She leaned even closer to me and put her hand on my leg. I kissed her, hard and firm. I grabbed her hair and pulled her in fiercely, my tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth. Her hands clawed at my shirt, grasping and tugging at me. She was totally turned on and ready to fuck. I pulled away and gave her an order.

"Show me your body, Gloria. Show me what you have to give for the Gipper."

She got a little shudder when I said 'gipper'. It was pathetic.

She licked her lips and rose from the couch, backed away from me and started to undress in a practiced and sexy manner. I sat on the couch where I had fucked Valerie and tried to look stern and judgmental. Gloria was working her body hard, impersonating a stripper's act - I assumed, as I had still not been to a strip club. She danced around the room, shaking her ass and tits while removing her jacket, blouse and skirt. She was in a hot set of lingerie: a pure white bra and panties with hose and garter belt to match. She had to have been expecting to show off her body to someone today

Gloria was in her 30's but had kept a tight figure, with a smooth stomach and a decent ass. Her tits were well shaped and firm, and her tan lines around her ass and chest reminded me of some of my favorite Playboy centerfolds.

"Now that's the body of an American." I told her.

"A true blue American. And I'm going to exercise my right to make you cum!" She strode over to where I was sitting and unzipped my fly, she reached in and had to wrestle to get my already hard cock freed from it's prison. She got a strange look on her face when she finally managed to get my shaft in her hand.

"Have. . we met before?" she asked me, looking intently at my dick.

"Ah, no." I fumbled a bit. My cock was the one thing I couldn't disguise. She has seen it during the contest, but I didn't think she had taken that long a look at it.

"Hm, weird.", was all she said as she plunged her head down on my cock, taking about half of it in one gobble. She kept her head there for about a minute, increasing the suction with her mouth and fucking with the head of my cock with her tongue. Obviously she had learned something by watching Sheila! When she came up she was smiling like an evil little demon, and pumping my saliva-slick cock with her small hand.

"I always knew Republicans had the best cocks.", she purred. She went back down on me and started earnestly stroking my cock with her mouth. Bob and Charlene have four cameras in this room, and from the position where Gloria was bent over my lap sucking on my cock, I knew one camera was filming her from behind, and another was catching a side shot of her swallowing my dick. I had to be sure to keep everything photogenic, after all. What good is a blackmail tape without good clear shots of the face, and everything else?

She was doing a damn good job on my cock. I took off her bra and flung it aside. I gently pulled at her nipples and they hardened nicely. They were way different from Sheila's massive breasts; not better or worse, just different. I was not used to being the dominant one in the bedroom. I'd only had sex with two people before now. But Bob had given me some pointers, and like the Lynyrd Skynyrd song says, Baby, I can guess the rest! I put my hand on her head and guided her up and down on my cock, making her go a little deeper. She seemed to not mind, but then I reminded my self I'm not supposed to care about that. I'm a Republican! Fuck her needs!

I stood her up and took off her panties, keeping her in the stockings and garter belt and then sat her on my lap. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock, and cooed as she put more and more of it into her pussy.

"Oooooh, god that feels so good! I didn't think it would be so much fun to serve my country!"

"Don't get cocky, kid. You have a lot of fucking to go. Now fuck me proper, come on! Up and down, woman!"

She took the command with delight and started to bounce on my cock, pushing her self up and down. I put my hands on her tits and squeezed and tugged at them with a passion just this side of brutal. She loved it!

"Oh fuck yes, pull 'em hard! Hard!" She impaled herself completely on my cock and started to move back and forth, pulling against my fingers as they held onto her nipples with a steel-like grip. She rode me like that for about two minutes, and then came hard shouting out the president's praises.

"Oh fuck me for the Gipper! Oh fuck me for Ronnie!" I picked her up off of my lap and laid her on the floor in a different part of the room, so the other cameras would get some play. It was time for some good ole' missionary fucking. Her pussy was wetter than Poseidon's mouth and she almost screamed with pleasure when I started fucking her hard, right there on the yellow shag carpeted floor. I pounded her thoroughly, taking out all my frustrations with this vexatious person. I have to admit, though, her pussy was a little tighter than Sheila's, and even Valerie's. It felt pretty fucking good! If I wasn't wearing a condom, It would have been hard as hell not to cum.

I flipped her over and made her get up on her hands and knees. With no ceremony at all, I slammed my cock into her from behind. I gripped her ass tightly and pounded her so hard it sounded like I was spanking her! I eased up after a bit and began to give her a good easy screw, which made her lower her head to the carpet and stick her ass up a little higher. I could see her pink asshole staring back at me, and though I never had tried anything anal before, I figured this guy I was pretending to be would totally go for her ass. I wet my finger and pressed against her sphincter and then pushed in in. Gloria stiffened up and hissed like a snake, and hen she pushed back! She actually pushed back on my finger, forcing it deeper into her ass. I finger fucked her ass while fucking her pussy with my dick and she kept making the sexiest little noises as I did it. I kept going, fascinated with the sight, hypnotized by her sweet pussy and tight asshole gripping at my finger. Gloria was moaning in one long continuous whimper now. All sense had seemed to have left her.

"I need you to go get up on the couch and stick your ass up in the air." I said with a husky voice, raspy with efforts of fucking such a nasty women for as long as I had. She crawled over to the couch as fast as a lizard, and eagerly got in the position I had commanded, her white, privileged ass sticking up high in the air, begging to be fucked. Bob had stashed a tube of KY, and I fetched it from the kitchen. I put a dollop of it on her ass and she squealed at the cold sensation on her hot asshole. I slathered a bunch of it on my dick, maybe too much, but better too much than too little, I figured. I took her ass carefully in my hands and lined up my cock right at the puckered bull's eye of her asshole. I put the head of my cock right on it and pressed it closer, like I had with my finger, and then I pushed it in a bit. She froze completely and held her breath. I pushed farther until the head of my cock vanished into her hole. It was an amazing sensation! When she didn't complain, I pushed more, and slid another inch into her ass, and another, and another. I gotta say, her ass was so tight on my cock it almost hurt! She still didn't say anything to stop me, I continued to fill her ass with my dick, until my balls were up against her pussy. Gloria started to give out a soft groan but it quickly rose to a trailer-shaking crescendo.

" . oooooohhh... . FFFFUCKKKKKK YES! FUCK! MY! ASS!" I did as told, and began a rhythmic easy pace, making her grunt every time i thrust back into her. I could see her hand furiously flicking her clit, and she came at least twice as I kept it up, forcing my thick cock into her ass, making her beg for more. There was no way I could keep this going for much longer. Her ass was giving my cock too good of a workout. I finally pulled out and took off the condom. She turned around and took me in her mouth without having to say a thing. I held her head still with both my hands, and pumped out a vicious orgasm, filling her mouth with cum that dribbled down her chin. Exhausted, she slumped to the floor as I stumbled for a chair to recover in.

The next day it was morning in America, and in the Nimitz Road Flea Market. All we had to do was show Gloria was the part of the film where she was bouncing up and down on a strange man's lap while screaming about fucking the Gipper and Ronnie. She was horrified. We made her think that she would ruin the President's legacy if the tape was released, not to mention her husband would have all the evidence he would need to divorce her and keep all the assets. The deal? Gloria had to nice, friendly, less bitchy and she also had to fuck her husband at least twice a week. He's a nice guy who had to put up a lot from her, so we felt he deserved it. I had no idea if it would work, but what the hell?