It all works out okay in the end, folks! I've been accused of typing this type of story with only one hand. Guilty as charged. It is a nasty stroke story which turns into something more. My idea of a good story is one which gets me off and brings a tear to my eye. I hope this works on both levels for you as well as it did for me.
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He certainly wasn't expecting anyone when he heard the door bell ring. The dogs had gone nuts as they usually did but had quickly calmed down and were whimpering at whoever was on the other side of the door. That was very strange. He opened the door.
An attractive young blond woman, sun glasses perched on her head, awaited him. Small breasts, nice legs, an alluring swell to her hips and big blue eyes. He knew her well; his son had dated her in college and asked her to marry him; she had returned the ring a week later. They had been on again off again for almost seven years and now it was finally and very permanently over. She had used him; he had been her fallback lover. She had cheated on him, lied to him and misled him.
His son had moved on and up in girlfriends. His current squeeze, an old friend from high school, was a major babe and they were madly in love. Wedding bells were definitely on the horizon.
He didn't hate the girl named Kristie who stood before him; he'd always had a soft spot in his heart for her and had always treated her like a daughter. She had fucked-up parents, lots of issues and too much baggage. She had never worked through unresolved issues with an often absent father.
She and his son had enjoyed a magical year living together in their senior year in college but never again were able to recapture the magic. He was thankful that his son had finally gotten closure and moved on. What the fuck was she doing here?
"Ben! I know I'm probably the last person you ever expected to see again. If you'd rather..."
"Come in, Kristie! I see you still have the same effect on the pups. They've missed you. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
"Driving through, actually. I spent a few days with family north of here and I'm on my way to..."
"You're always welcome, hon. We always cared for you a great deal and were disappointed that. . . you know." In spite of his wife's passing a year earlier he couldn't stop saying "we."
She hugged him; they'd always hugged like a father and his daughter might hug. Her hard little body was pushed tighter against him than on past occasions. It was a lover's hug, not a one time potential daughter-in-law's hug. Her sweet young face lifted, he assumed, to peck him on the cheek. He was unprepared when her lips found his own and startled when her tongue probed inside. In spite of his misgivings, he responded as any healthy man would respond.
His hand slid down to her pert little ass and ran along its crease; to his shock, hers strayed to his rapidly inflating cock.
He'd always found her sexy; he'd masturbated on more than one occasion with the vision of her athletic young form bouncing on his cock. His son had been in love with her and he had been happily married. Now he was a widower and his son had moved on. He knew from what his son had told him that she'd had a thing for older men. Evidently she'd been fucking some guy old enough to be her father off and on for years. He hadn't gotten laid since his wife had passed on a year earlier. Fuck it; he was going to bone this fucked up little bitch.
He had her tight shorts unzipped in seconds pulling them and the thong he knew she always wore down below her knees. She kicked them away and had his shorts off before he knew it. She never wore a bra; he massaged her firm little nipples through her tee and quickly removed it.
He broke the embrace as they stood naked in the front hallway. "Let me kick the dogs out," he said ushering the overly curious pups to the back yard.
He made a brief stop to piss and decided to pop a tear drop shaped pill. He had no idea how long she would stay but he was going to give her as much cock as she could handle as often as she could handle it. When he returned to the hallway, he discovered that she had already made herself comfortable in his king-sized bed in the master bedroom.
He looked down at her perfect young body lewdly displayed on his bed and stroked his cock. She was fingering herself and grinning. She crawled across the bed and took his stiff tool in her mouth. He was sure that she was an accomplished little cock sucker but that wasn't what he craved at that moment.
"Later!" he whispered hoarsely. He grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly pushed her down, over on her side and ultimately on her front. Her sweet little ass came up to greet him as she rose to her knees. His long fingers found her slippery little slot; she was very wet. She fucked his fingers with her cheating little cunt. She'd never cheated on him, only on his son. His son was a sweet kid who deserved better than what this little slut had given him.
In spite of the soft spot he had always had for her, he was pissed at the way she had strung his son along for so many years. He spanked her fleshy globes with his hand...hard. She squealed but continued to fuck his fingers. The third time he slapped her ass she came, furiously fucking his fingers with her tight little cunt.
Removing his digits from her slimy hole, he pushed her flat against the bed, moved astride her perfect little ass and took her with a single forceful thrust. She grunted and immediately started to work her talented little twat muscles along his cock. His strong hands caressed her smooth tanned back. Pushing her lithe body down into the mattress, he started to fuck her in earnest.
His spit-moistened finger found it's way up her tight little shitter; she squealed but did not protest. He started fucking her very hard...almost brutally. Her small body would have slid across the bed had he not been holding the back of her neck to keep the slut where he wanted her.
He rode her like a cheap whore, alternately slapping her fleshy globes and finger fucking her tight little tail. He was glad he'd jerked off in the shower just before she had arrived. He had the staying power that came with maturity but even at that it had been a marathon fuck. He'd fucked enough women in his life to be damn sure she had come more than once. With one final thrust, he deposited his load deep in her cunt.
He whispered in her ear, "Take that load of cum, you nasty little cunt...sweet little slut...fucked-up little bitch."
He was still moving his slowing deflating cock inside her. He got off her, slapping her red little ass one last time for good measure. Her ass hole was winking at him. . . begging him. . . he'd have it in short order. He reinserted two fingers in there to be sure she knew what she was in for if she hung around. She rolled over and grinned. He pulled her face to his cock none too gently. She cleaned him completely with her hot little mouth, then pulled him down and kissed him so they could share the remains of her cunt and his cock juice.
The Cialis was kicking in and she was a very competent little mouth whore. He pushed her back down and shoved his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged and her eyes watered. The sheer depravity of the scene had him rock hard sooner than he had anticipated. Removing his cock, he pushed her down on her back, grabbed her ankles and rotated her ass hole to a near vertical angle. He deposited as much spit as he could muster on her tight little entrance.
"I always took you for an anal slut, Kristie. Was I right? Are you a good little ass whore?"
"The best you've ever had, old man!" she replied with an evil grin.
"Don't count on it; you always did have an overblown impression of yourself."
He tested the blocked entrance; it opened liked magic. He watched her eyes, looking for a sign that she needed to adjust to the invasion. All she did was grin. He was balls deep far sooner than he had anticipated.
It was a hard, nasty and almost brutal ass fuck. As tight and hot as the little slut's rectum was, he lasted a very long time, quite probably a bit longer than she had expected but the little cunt never stopped grinning. She had been right; it was the best damn butt sex he could ever recall.
After he came in her ass, he cleaned her up with a warm cloth. He encouraged her to push his load out of her ass into his hand. It was the most delightfully dirty, nasty and depraved sight he had ever seen. She never stopped grinning as she farted his juice out of her abused little chute. In spite of the nastiness, they ended up curled up together in each other's arms.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you; I know I hurt your son. I knew you were getting back at me when you spanked me and fucked me. You probably couldn't have known that...it's the only way I really enjoy it...your son made love to me...loved me...I could never get off that way..."
"So you like it rough, young Kristie?"
"Even rougher...like to be tied down...spanked...whipped...the pain is good...gets me off...humiliation...just a fucked up little slut."
"How long can you stay?"
"I lied to you...lying comes too easy to me. I've got no place to go right now. The guy I cheated with...older guy...I started working for him.... really dumb! It's over now. It seems he fell in love and his wife-to-be ordered him to fire me. I'd moved in with him---even dumber! Mom's had enough of my shit. . . she doesn't want me back. I don't even know where daddy is. I've got a degree and good credentials...I'll find another job. Right now I've got no place and no one who ever gave a shit about me...other than you."
"So you want to stay? How long?"
"Not long---just a few days. You enjoyed fucking me. . . and I liked it a lot. You can fuck me any time and anyway you want to...please don't kick me out."
"The pups will be pleased."
