All You Can Eat Under a Buc

All You Can Eat Under A Buck

She held the dollar bill over her head and asked me if I knew what that was.  I shook my head.  "All you can eat under a buck," she said with a naughty chuckle.  That's what I loved about her.  She was ribald, racy, and always ready for sex.  She always had a naughty smile on her face, like she had just taken off her clothes, like she'd just told you what sexy thing she was going to do to you.

She was another man's wife, and that made it sexier, bolder, and more exciting.  Sex was her favorite activity, and it pretty much didn't matter with who.  She'd fuck her postman, her doctor, or her son's teacher.  It didn't matter.

My first time with her was after the conference, just after everyone else had left.  It was in the storeroom, and she was standing, her panties off, holding her dress up, bending over and facing away from me.  She came with a scream and thanked me before I had my pants back up and was gone.  She is a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of girl, and she simply loves to fuck.

After our storeroom rendezvous she handed me a card.  "If you like what we did, call me," she said.  It said:  Carole (with an 'e') 805-436-7669.  "If a man answers, ask for Marty, that way I will know it's you, and apologize for calling the wrong number.  Then hang up."

"If a man answers, who would that be?" I asked.

"That would be my husband," she said with a grin.

I had met her at a music conference when I was there to listen to a lecture on music culture, and after the storeroom get together we parted.  Two days later I called and didn't get the man.  She said, "Meet me at the coffee shop."  I was sitting at a table when she came in and walked straight over to me. She asked how I liked the lecture but didn't  mention the storeroom.

"At the conference, I couldn't take my eyes off you," she said.  "Would you like to fuck me again?"

"That's why I am here," I said.   "That is why I called.  You have a place in mind?" I asked.

"As close as possible," she said with a snicker.  "You see I really like to fuck, and I would really like doing it with you tonight.  Maybe not tomorrow or the next night, but again tonight.  I am free.  So, what do you say?  Still interested?  The time is running out," she said.

We left the coffee shop and I followed her to a group of apartments and up the stairs, down a hall, and into room 115.  We were barely in the room when she began undressing and helping me out of my pants.  She didn't seem to care about my shirt or shoes or socks, just my pants and underwear.

She dragged me towards the bed, kissing me all the way.  She stretched out on the mattress, opened her legs, and pulled my head to her wet and pink pussy, mashing my face against her.  "Oh, god, yes," she gasped.  "Eat me, eat me, eat me," she begged.  After twenty minutes of dining on her, she abruptly moved around so I was in position to fuck her.

My cock slid into her saliva-soaked pussy and her hips humped up to meet mine.  "Does the husband know or care about these meetings?"

"He doesn't know and he would care, but I don't," she said.  "My time is my time," she said assertively.  "Do you care whether he cares?" she asked.

"I guess I don't," I said.

"Then stop talking and fuck me," she said.

I did and we did, for nearly an hour.  Then she came, got up, dressed, kissed me, and left.  I laid in the bed for thirty minutes before I recovered, dressed, and also left making sure, as she had instructed, that the door was locked.

I called again the next week, got the man, asked for Marty, and hung up.  Ten minutes later my phone rang and she said, "You have an hour?"  I said I had a whole afternoon, but she said it would only take an hour.  We went to a different apartment complex, and I asked if she had a number of apartments.  She just smiled and nodded.  When we got inside she climbed on the bed, put me on my back, and climbed over me, throwing one leg over my hips.

"I like cowgirl style, you?" she asked as she began to bounce over me.    Looking up at her I just nodded as well.  She rode me like a bucking horse for forty minutes, then as if on a schedule she came, intense, loudly, and with no inhibition.  She hollered out as she came, saying something about 'at a boy.  Go hard.'

As we rested, which she hadn't done before, I asked her if we might go out to dinner some time, but she frowned.  "You rather fuck me or fed me?" she asked.

"Well, put like that I guess the answer is clear," I said.

"I hope so," she replied.  "I can get nutrition standing at the sink," she said.  "Come to think of it, I can fuck standing at the sink.  I'd rather sit to eat, but I'll fuck in any position.  You want dinner, get a girlfriend," she said.  "I am not your girlfriend."

"Fuck buddy?" I said.

"Closer," she said.

She left that afternoon like she had before, with a kiss, a nod, and a smile.   "Get a girlfriend," I thought.   Well, I guess it wasn't a girlfriend I was looking for when I went into the store room after the lecture or to the different apartments.   Her husband wouldn't like it, but he had himself a tigress and that could be dangerous without a whip and a stool.   I wasn't sure he knew what he had, and if he got any of that fine fucking, but if he did he was paying the price.  It didn't matter to me, after all I was enjoying the ride, and she wasn't my girlfriend.

The third time we were together she called me.  She asked if I had a few minutes, and of course, I said yes.  This time we met at a beach and she led me by the hand towards the dunes.  She had a blanket over one arm and stretched it out behind a dune.  "Are you an outdoor man?" she asked.

"I love adventure," I said.

She got down on the blanket after stripping off her clothes in world record time.  One quick flip of her hand, as if it was a practiced maneuver, which I am sure it was, and she was naked.  A second later she was on her back, pulling me down to her.  "No cowgirl?" I asked.

"A lady has to have variety," she said as she pulled me on top of her.  Her legs were open and I must have been the sloppy second that day because she was as wet as water as I slid quickly in.   She put her hand over my mouth as I started to say something clever and began humping me forcefully.

It didn't take her long to come, and she stiffened and bit down on her lower lip.  "Oh, god," she said in a gasp, and I could feel the muscles of her vagina tighten around my still erect shaft.   The woman was a fucking pro, and she probably could come while walking, I decided.  She clearly had a lot of practice, and I knew I probably wouldn't be the last person of the day to have sex with her.  Her husband, I was pretty sure, wouldn't enter into that mix.

Instead of getting up and leaving, like before, she got on her knees and spread her legs, arched her back, and offered me her backdoor entryway.  "Fuck my ass," she said in a raspy voice, as if the arousal had thickened her vocal chords.  "Do it hard and fast," she urged.

I got on my knees and began fucking her as fast as I could.  Even in her ass, she could take it as hard as I could give.  She begged me to go "harder and faster" and I did my best to match her requests.  She came at least twice and when I came she seemed disappointed that I could not go on.

When I came she turned around and spread her legs.  "You like cream pie?" she asked.  I took my place between those sweet legs and pushed my face against her very wet, very slick pussy, splayed and pink from my fucking it.   She tasted lemony and the fluid simply flowed out of her.  I did my best to keep up, but I couldn't drink fast enough to stay ahead of the stream and I choked.  She arched up on her heels, pushing her crotch against my face and began grunting and squealing like an animal in rut.

I had never been with anyone like her.  She clearly liked fucking or being eaten better than anything else in the world.  This time, after eating her, she didn't jump up and leave.  She didn't miss a beat, but turned around and took my now flaccid cock into her mouth and began sucking on it, trying to revive my interest.

In less time than I expected, my organ began to stir and it started to come back to life.  Sooner than I thought I could, I had regained my previous stature and was ready for her mouth.  She started to move it in and out of her mouth, and the feeling was sensational.  I had never had anyone even come close to what she gave me that day and I came again, unbelievably, for the second time in less than an hour.

When I came, she kept her mouth over my dick and drank as I sent spurt after spurt shooting down her throat.  She actually smiled as I came in her mouth and she licked her lips like a cat when I finished coming.  ""I love the taste of a good man, morning, noon, or night," she said, laughing at her own joke.  When I stopped ejaculating, she kept her mouth close and licked all of what was left from my once again flaccid penis.

"Are you busy tonight?" she asked as I was pulling up my pants.   "Hubby won't be home, and I have no appointments.  If you're free later, I could entertain you for a while again this evening," she said with a grin.

"For you I am always free," I said.  "What time are you looking at?"

"I am looking at nine," she said.  "You may get dessert," she said.  "A cherry pie, or a whipped cream Sunday, or another nice cream pie."  She laughed.  "Not many calories, but a lot of sugar," she said.

She gave me directions.  This time the location was the Marriott and she said to come to room 222.  "You are moving up," I said.

"No, you are moving up.  This is my contender setting.  For these you have to be championship material," she said with a chuckle.  "You worked yourself up."

My status had gone from store room, to rundown apartments, to the Marriott.  I had done well.  I wondered how many others there were going to the Marriott.  It didn't matter, she wasn't my girlfriend.  And I was just happy to be in the running.  I wondered if her husband ever got to room 222.

When I got there she opened the door totally naked and took my hand, leading me right to the double-wide four poster bed that looked as big as a barge and as soft as a cloud.  She made a production of it, undressing me slowly and with a seductive groan as she removed each item of clothing.

Even before I was completely nude, she went right for my cock, kissing it and talking to it like it was a person she was going to seduce and subdue.   When I was naked and about ready to explode, she put me on the bed and guided my appendage to her waiting slot.   We fucked vigorously for nearly an hour, then she got up, got dressed, and said, "We are moving to the east coast, so I won't be seeing you anymore.  I loved knowing you, ah, what was your name?"

"Jake," I said.

"Goodbye, Jake," she said as she dressed, kissed me, and left.   I took her card out of my pocket and looked at it.  I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number.

"The number you have called has been disconnected or is no longer in service," the recording said.  I went to contacts and deleted the number.