Slummin It Paige And Quinn

When my alarm went off, I slowly crawled out of bed and looked longingly at my young lover from last night. Bucky was the 22-year-old bartender at my favorite watering hole, Pinky's Tavern, and he has a body to die for, unlimited energy, beautiful blue eyes, longish dishwater blond hair and a decent size cock that has never let me down. He's 6'2" tall and probably weighs about190 pounds, and it's all beautifully smooth well-tanned muscle. We're certainly not exclusive to each other because we both enjoy variety in our sex lives, and most of the time, he is with girls his own age.

As you might guess, I'm older than Bucky. My name is Paige Webber and I'm a big healthy 34-year-old horny woman. I've never been tiny, even when I was born, I weighed over 11 pounds. Today, I'm 5'9" tall and weigh in at a healthy 152 pounds. Although I'm big, I have a curvy shape that can turn heads. Naturally, none of the smaller guys wanted to date an Amazon in high school so I was left with the big boys -- football players, wrestlers, basketball players and the big geeks, most of whom I outweighed. When I graduated from high school, I didn't have a lot of sexual experience, but I had certainly experienced enough to know that it was something that would be an important part of my life going forward. And I had also decided that I was going to be a follower of the theory that 'Variety is the spice of life.'

During my time in college, I banged my fair share of college boys, and even did a couple of threesomes so I could experience more than one cock at a time. And twice I even had a couple of women.

After college, I took additional police training and signed on as an apprentice private investigator. Three years later, I opened my own PI office and tried to make a living by documenting unfaithful spouses, fraudulent workers' compensation claims, and anything else that landed on my doorstep. I discovered early on that sleeping with the local cops can certainly help build a PI business. Many of them have referred business to me and others have run license plates for me and given me a heads up when my clients are arrested or about to do something stupid.

I suppose I've slept with more than 20 of our local boys in blue during my eight-year run as a PI. I've slept with all colors, sizes, ranks, ages and marital status cops. And my business is doing very well, thank you very much.

So, as I was saying, I looked longingly at my young lover still lightly snoring in my bed wishing I could just crawl back in beside him and wake him in a few hours with a nice sloppy blow job. But instead, I jumped in the shower, put on a little make up, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a light blue top and grabbed a stale donut from the kitchen. I kissed Bucky's forehead, feasted my eyes one more time on that beautiful body and then headed for my office.

I stopped at the coffee shop and grabbed a large black coffee and another donut and landed in my office chair with my feet on the desk to suck down some calories and caffeine. Midway through my cup of coffee, the door opened and a young black girl walked in. She looked kind of familiar and as I stood, she said, "Hi Paige. How are you?"

"Charlene?" I asked making her smile. "Charlene Dorsey? I haven't seen you in years. How are you, girl?" I stood and walked around my desk so we could hug each other. As I put my arms around the young girl, I heard her start to cry and her body began to tremble. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Oh Paige," she sniffed. "I need your help. Please help me."

I might be a big tough Amazon bitch, but I also have a tender spot for my old friends, especially when accompanied by tears. I got her in one of my office chairs, gave her some water and then sat beside her in my other chair. "OK," I said. "Whenever you're ready, tell me how I can help."

I leaned forward and held her hand as she slowly stopped crying. I looked at the young girl, who must now be about 22 or 23 years-old. I thought back to my time in high school when I used to babysit Charlene and her little brother. Charlene's mother was a waitress who worked the 3-11 shift at a nearby restaurant, and when she left for work, she'd drop Charlene off at our house at 2:45. My mother would watch her for about 20 minutes until I got home from school, then I would take over until her dad got home around 5:00

During my freshman and sophomore years, Charlene was an only child. Then when Charlene was four-years-old, she got a little brother named Quinn, and I watched both of them. They were the cutest little kids in the neighborhood, and I was able to make and save a lot of money for my college education by babysitting Charlene and Quinn.

Once she had calmed, she was able to tell me why she was here. A couple of years ago, her dad was injured at work and ended up on worker's compensation and was unable to return to his job. Since they were making less money, 20-year-old Charlene and 16-year-old Quinn were trying to help out by earning extra money. Charlene, who had graduated from a technical school and was employed as a court stenographer was able to contribute to the family's welfare.

Since Quinn was just 16, he was unable to find a job so he tried to make money other ways. He ended up in juvenile court twice and did several months in a juvenile center after his second arrest. He recently turned 18 and was arrested again for mugging and robbing a man and wife and putting both in the hospital. He was quickly arrested and has been in the county jail for the last three days waiting on the public defender. He insists he is innocent but refuses to talk with the family.

When she finished her story, I sat back and thought, 'I haven't seen Quinn in six or eight years. He was a big kid, if I recall, and he was always in trouble in school. Rumor was that he was tough and he was mean, so I guess this isn't a surprise. But what could I do to help?'

"Please Paige. Please just go and talk to him. Let him know we're here for him and his family loves him. He won't let us visit him, but he might see you."

Well, eventually I agreed and turned down Charlene's offer of a retainer for my services. I really didn't want to do this, but the family had been my neighbors and my parents' friends. And I had earned money all through high school by watching the two kids, so I felt that I owed the family.

I called the jail and asked if I could visit Quinn, and if so, when. I spent the rest of the day doing paperwork and billing clients. Right before I left for the day, I was informed that I could visit with Quinn two days later at 11:00 am. I went home, ate a small dinner and went to bed. Alone. I was too tired for any of Bucky's sexual acrobatics tonight and too tired to go out and find another cop or lonely bar fly.

I spent much of the next day researching the crime that Quinn was accused of. It seems that the couple that was robbed could only identify a large black man wearing a baklava, jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. The man's height and weight were apparently within the parameters necessary for the police to arrest Quinn, so they did. He was found just three blocks away from the robbery just 18 minutes after the two were held up.

I left work early and stopped at Pinky's for a drink. Bucky was at the bar being hit on by a hot little coed that seemed transfixed on his handsome face and well-sculpted body. He waved and winked at me and I gave him a thumbs up. He nodded and went back to the coed. Even though I would be going to bed alone, she was going to have a memorable night tonight.

I nursed my second drink as I was trying to figure out what to say and do when I saw Quinn tomorrow.

"Hey honey, can I buy you a drink?"

I turned and looked at the decent-looking dark-haired young man standing next to me. My brain immediately registered -- 'Six feet tall, maybe 210 pounds, broad shoulders, dimple on his chin, brown eyes, tattoo on his right bicep, wind-blown brown hair, nice smile, maybe mid-twenties and quite cute.

I never give a second look at men who are shorter or weigh less than me. I also prefer younger men. This one seemed to ring all the bells, so I said, "Sure. But you have to tell me your name."

He gave me a smile that lit up the whole room and said, "Mark Steffen."

I held out my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Mark. I'm Paige. Thank you for the drink."

Well, as you might guess, one drink led to another and then another, and then I suggested we go back to my place. Mark was kind of nervous at first, but then he realized that I was game for anything so he rode me like a bucking bronco. He fucked me three times before we fell asleep. I love the stamina of young men. I woke him in the morning with a blow job followed by a bagel and coffee. After breakfast, he thanked me over and over for being his first 'older woman.' Many women would have been insulted, but not me; I always want to be the 'older woman.' I kissed him good bye at my door and shoved my tongue into his mouth and let him roam his hands all over my body. We stood there for a long time. That was a mistake because I almost took him back to bed and just said, "The Hell with Quinn."

I was shown in to the visitor's room where I sat on one side of a thick piece of glass waiting on Quinn. They eventually brought him in with hand and leg irons and lead him to the other side of the glass. He wasn't the same Quinn that I remembered. This young man looked mean. He was tall and muscular; maybe 6'4" and 240 pounds. He sneered at everyone, including me. He sat down and when his eyes locked on to mine, I was glad we were separated by a thick piece of glass with guards nearby. I don't scare easily, but he scared me.

"What chu want with me Paige? You can't help me," he said scornfully.

"I-I j-j-just want t-to see if there is anything tha-that I can do to help you and your family Quinn. Are.. are you alright?"

He continued to glare at me and nodded his head.

I was able to spend almost an hour with Quinn, thanks to one of the local cops putting in a good word on my behalf. Fortunately, I had paid for that favor in advance, but was more than willing to spend another night with the big Mexican to keep ahead in the favor department.

Eventually, Quinn told me that he was in a small coffee shop at the time of the robbery. He said he had told the police, but they didn't make much of an effort to corroborate his story since they believed he fit the description and MO of the thug who beat and robbed the couple.

Before I left, he told me that if I could get him out, he would owe me a big favor. I wasn't sure that I wanted to be owed anything by this thug, but I also didn't want to owe him anything either. I told him that I would spend the next few days trying to corroborate his story. He nodded his big head at me as he stood and was led back to his cell.

I'm not afraid of anyone because I can kick most people's ass, but this guy scared the shit out of me. No way would I ever want to cross him. And I remembered what a cute little kid he was all those years ago.

Well, to make a long story short, it only took me a day to prove his innocence. The coffee shop's owner remembered him and also pointed me at a couple who were taking cell phone pictures of their group. Quinn happened to appear in some of the pictures' background that were date/time stamped on the phone. He had been in the shop reading the want ads in a left-behind paper. He exited the shop and was picked up in less than five minutes by the police.

I spent the night alone and went to my office the next day with my usual coffee and donut. Shortly after I arrived, Charlene burst through the door and ran around the desk and hugged me. "Paige, you did it! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! He got home this morning."

"Glad I could help, Charlene," I said. "I hope he stays out of trouble."

"Me too. He said he wants to stop and thank you himself."

"No. No. No," I responded as my stomach began to churn just thinking of that mean face peering at me through the glass. "That's not necessary, Charlene. Please tell him that."

"OK. Now, what do I owe you?"

I told her she didn't owe me anything, and we ended up squabbling about it for the next five minutes before I finally agreed to $150, just to make her happy. I felt good about helping her so I decided to call it a day and grab lunch and a quick drink, go home and change clothes and then go for a run in the park.

I put on a sports bra and tank top along with my short jogging shorts. As I sat on my living room stool to put on my shoes and socks, I heard a knock on my door. I put my shoes and socks down and walked over to the door. When I opened it, Quinn stood staring down at me. There was no glass separating us and he still looked mean.

As he took a step forward, I took a step back, and the next thing I knew, he was inside my apartment. "Wha-what c-c-can I d-do for y-you Qu-Quinn?" I asked as I began to tremble.

He looked from my eyes down my body, briefly hesitating on my breasts and then continued down to my bare feet. My body began to tingle. Then his eyes slowly roamed back up my body. The big black man looked at me like a wolf would look at a piece of raw meat.

He said, "I wanted to thank you for getting me out of jail."

"Tha-that's OK, "I managed to squeak.

He stared at me like he could see right through me. Then he tilted his head and continued to stare at me. To say I was anxious or nervous would be an understatement. I can take care of myself with most men, but this one could easily break me in half.

He said, "You got a nice body for an old white woman."

"Tha-tha-thank, Qu-Quinn. But I-I think.... "

His hands quickly reached out and grasped my tank top by the neck tearing it open as he said, "I'm gonna fuck you."

There was no use in fighting him because I would have ended up hurt and he would have gone back to jail. And then I would be in real shit when he got out again. He stripped me in seconds and then grabbed my big tits with his hands and squeezed.

"Owww! Ahhh!" I yelled. That made him smirk at me. He stepped back and looked at my big old Amazonian body standing naked in front of this 18-year-old black man. I've fucked men of all ages, but I knew I've never fucked anyone 16 years younger than me. He picked me up like I was a rag doll and carried me to my bed where he unceremoniously dumped me while he took off his clothes.

As he was stripping, I looked at the bedside clock. 2:18 pm it read. I didn't look at another clock until he walked out the door. 1:44 it read. The man used my body for over 23 hours, and I felt every minute of it. He fucked me like I have never been fucked before. He did things to me that I had never done, and the thought never crossed my mind to object to anything he did. He found my stash of sex toys in the drawer of my nightstand and used all of them on me over and over. I have no idea how much cum he dumped into my body. He had his cock in all of my holes more than once. I had my tongue in his mouth and in his ass several times. He spanked me and slapped my face and my tits. He called me a slut and a black cock whore. More than once, I had all four of my rubber cocks and vibrators in use on my quivering body. He squeezed my big tits and twisted my nipples until I screamed. He called me a cunt and a bitch. He made me crawl to him and beg him to use my body. And then he took me to my bathroom and pissed all over me and left me lying on my bathroom floor like a well-used piece of fuck-meat. When he was dressed, he came back to the bathroom and looked down at me condescendingly and said, "Now we're even, slut."

After he left, I lay on my bathroom floor completely spent and covered with his piss. The digital clock read 1:44, but I didn't have enough energy to get back up until it read 2:51pm. I had never been so completely dominated and owned by one man in my whole life. My whole body ached.

I showered and fell into bed and slept for the next 16 hours. I limped to the kitchen the next morning and decided that I wouldn't make it to work so I just rested up all day, and since the next day was Saturday, I rested again. Several times, I thought about what Quinn said to me, "Now we're even, slut." At first, I was pissed that he thought so much of himself that just fucking the poor old white PI would make us even for me getting him out of jail. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was right. He definitely tamed the big Amazon, and the big Amazon enjoyed being tamed.

Finally, on Saturday afternoon, I went out for the run that I planned two days prior. I felt better that afternoon so I decided to spend the evening at Pinky's hitting on my favorite boy-toy.

Well, I hung in there until closing time and then dragged Bucky home with me where I spent the night enjoying this beautiful 22-year-old's body, and he used my old body until he fell asleep.

When he left the next morning, I sat in my living room thinking about the men I've recently fucked. I thought of Bucky and Mark and the cops. They were all decent lovers and kept me happy. I've never compared my men to each other because they all did something better than the next man. But Quinn did it all, and set the standard in everything for future lovers. And he taught this old lady some new tricks.

But to be honest, I hope he doesn't return for an encore, because this old white Amazon certainly isn't even in the same league as that young black thug.