Author's note: This is the fictional former playboy playmate, Julianne's second story and it takes place around two months after her first story (part 4 in the series). Her first story is an interracial one that basically establishes her depression. You don't have to read it if you aren't into interracial stories, but suffice to say that story ends how it begins - a mid-40s divorcee, depressed and alone.
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Former Playmates Pt. 06: Julianne's Medicine
Chapter 1
His cock was embedded deep into Fernanda. Greg looked down, seeing her ass quiver, feeling her pussy contracting - she was cumming again. He slowly slid his hand up her sweaty back, finding her dark hair, grabbing a handful and pulling her hard against his body. Fernanda cried out with pleasure, having been thoroughly fucked all night by Greg.
"Feel good?" Greg asked, holding her head back so he could lick her neck and ear.
"Uh huh," Fernanda whimpered.
"Ready for my cum?" He asked.
"Yes!"
Greg pushed her back to her hands, slapping her ass a few times. He slowly stepped back, withdrawing his cock from her tall, light-brown, Puerto Rican body. Fernanda moaned, feeling him exit her, Greg smiling at the gaping hole left by his dick.
She went to her knees, grabbing, stroking his cock. "That's it. Just like that, make me cum baby," Greg said, standing tall, arching his back to stretch, his hands behind his head as Fernanda finished him.
Greg loved coming to Miami once a month to visit Fernanda. She was more than worth the four hour drive to get there. Watching her worship his cock, roaming her hands over his washboard stomach, he thought back to that night a year ago when he met her in a bar. He was in Miami with friends, mainly to score some pussy from the locals. Score some he did.
Fernanda, around ten years older than 25-year-old Greg, taught him quite a few things. She wanted to be manhandled; she told her younger lover exactly that, teaching him how in the process.
Right as Greg was ready to cum, he pulled out of her throat, grabbed the back of her head, holding her in place. He let her grab his cock, stroking it to completion using her own drool as lubrication.
"Yes!" Greg moaned, his cock erupting, covering her pretty face with cum, some of landing in her dark hair.
Fernanda smiled up at him, her face covered with his seed.
"You look great," Greg said.
"Thank you. I'll be in the shower, don't keep me waiting," Fernanda grinned, walking by him.
Greg smiled, watching her hips sway gently as she made her way to the bathroom. He started packing his things, preparing for the trip home that Sunday evening.
He checked his phone, seeing a missed call from his sister. He shrugged, figuring he'd call her later. He picked out some clean clothes to put on after his shower and joined Fernanda.
A little later, Greg at full strength once again, was behind Fernanda in the shower, slapping her ass, calling out her name as he came inside her. "Fernanda!"
Close to 11pm that night, Greg arrived at his apartment in Tampa Bay. He was tired, deciding to return his sister's call tomorrow.
He stripped naked, climbing into bed, thinking about which woman in his stable of women he was going to fuck next.
After work the next day, Greg was at the gym, watching Aline. Smiling inwardly, he knew that dark haired beauty would be riding his cock later that night. It had been a week or so since they last slept together. He knew she could not resist.
He loved Latina women. He loved plowing them from behind, gripping their dark hair tightly, just like he was going to do to the Venezuelan-born, Aline, a couple hours later.
At midnight Greg missed another call from his sister. He was standing, holding Aline upside down, while she sucked his cock dry, his tongue buried in her pussy, ending a several hour-long fuck session.
Lying on the bed, Greg watched the exotic beauty kiss her way up his muscular thighs, kissing his balls, then his weakened shaft. "You love that dick don't you?" Greg stated.
"Mmhmm," Aline purred, sucking tenderly on his cockhead, coaxing it awake again.
"Yeah," Greg said, smugly looking to the ceiling. "I don't blame you."
His phone vibrated yet again. Greg rolled his eyes thinking the caller could leave a message. His sister, Gisele, did just that.
"Call me now you jerk! I need to talk to you," was the angry message his younger sister left.
Greg set his phone on the bedside table, turning his attention back to his cock sucking friend.
"Ready?" he asked, sitting up, turning Aline around.
"Yes," she smiled, looking over her shoulder. Greg slapped her ass hard a few times, opened his mouth, letting saliva land on her anus, rubbing it in with his thumb, before guiding his cockhead into her asshole.
The next morning they woke up, had sex in the shower, and Greg went to work, Aline leaving with him. He flirted with his manager, some of his coworkers, and even though he couldn't see the female clients he was talking to on the phone, he flirted with them too. His arrogance was fueled after another day with zero complaints and plenty of flirting back.
"I guess they all want my dick," Greg shrugged, wondering if his married manager would ever let him have a taste of her pussy.
Pulling into the gym parking lot his phone rang again. It was his sister, this time he decided to answer it.
"Hey Gisele, I don't have much time. I have to - "
"Greg, go see mom," Gisele interrupted him. "Go see her. She's worse than ever now. Please. Stop in and check on her for me," Gisele pleaded.
"Wait. I know she's been down in the dumps, but - "
"No, it's far worse than that. I spoke to her last week, I've never heard her sound so bad since she and dad divorced. You have to go by there, TONIGHT, and check on her," his sister ordered him.
Greg wanted pussy again. He was hoping Aline or another woman would be at the gym. He didn't want to go check on his depressed mother. He was sure she'd be fine.
Gisele went on and on, saying she didn't know if their mother was taking medication or not. Finally Greg interrupted her, "Ok! I'll stop by after I leave the gym."
Gisele sighed, accepting that answer, "Fine. Please let me know how she is or what kind of living condition she's in."
"Alright, alright, I will," they ended the call and Greg went inside the gym.
Aline was already there, working on sculpting her shapely butt. "Hi Greg, you want to hang out again tonight?" she asked seeing him approach.
"Yes, but I need to stop by my mom's first. I'll call you when I'm on the way back to my place," Greg said.
"Sounds good," Aline smiled, glancing to the bulge in Greg's gym shorts.
Greg continued his workout, thinking about the phone call with his sister, "Shit, I'm going to make this quick so I can get back home sooner for some of that juicy pussy of Aline's."
Cutting his workout time in half, Greg said goodbye to Aline, reminding her he'll call her a little later. He left the gym, speeding to his mother, Julianne's, house across town. He wanted to drop in, say hello, and make sure she's ok then leave - he had his daily dose of pussy waiting for him.
Chapter 2
His mother's house was dark. No answer when he rang the doorbell. Using his spare key, Greg entered the home, looking around. "Mom?" He called out to her, walking to the kitchen. It was a mess. The dishes hadn't been cleaned; the trash can was nearly over flowing.
Greg noticed most of the house was fairly cluttered, as though his mother didn't care about cleaning.
"Mom?" he said a little louder. Making his way to her bedroom, he saw the door was closed, slowly opening it, he peered in. There she was, asleep, lying on her side facing away from him. It was 8:30 in the evening.
He stood there, unsure of how to proceed. Greg didn't want to wake her up, but wanted to make sure she was alright.
"Mom?" He said, inching toward her bed. "Mom?"
Greg gently nudged her shoulder, there was no response. "Mom?" he said louder. Julianne stirred, rolling onto her back.
Greg nudged her again, "Hey, you ok?"
She sniffed, scratched her cheek, made a whimper sound, and rolled over to face Greg. "Mom? You ok?"
"Hmmm? Mmhmm," Julianne answered, half asleep.
"Weird," Greg thought. He shrugged, quietly making his way out of her room. He had some pussy waiting for him.
He glanced in his mother's bathroom for a second, doing a double take, he entered. Flicking the light on, Greg saw several medicine bottles. They appeared to be barely used. Picking them up, he recognized some of the names from depression commercials. He had no idea his mother was taking antidepressants, or used to. He noticed the expiration dates were expired. He thought maybe she stopped taking them.
Like the rest of the house, her bathroom was a mess, like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks - maybe longer.
Greg peeped on in her one last time, sighed, and left. He'd call his sister tomorrow to let her know their mother seemed ok.
As he was bouncing Aline up and down on his cock later that evening, Greg was quieter than usual. Normally during sex, Greg would slap the woman's ass he was with that evening, tease her, urge her to cum, ask her if she loves his dick, and generally treat her like a fuck toy - something he'd thought of women since he found it so easily to sleep with them.
This night, however, he wasn't doing any of those things. Something was on his mind. "Greg, yes! Greg!" Aline saying, riding to another orgasm. Greg silently watched her tits and long black hair bounce. He was thinking about his mother's messy home, how she was asleep so early in the evening, and the unused medication.
Shaking those thoughts from his head, he grabbed Aline's waist, threw her on her back, flipped her over and brought her ass and hips against his cock. Sliding himself in from behind, he went at her like a rabid animal, grabbing her hair, slamming into her.
"Ah! Fuck me!" Aline cried out. Greg obliged the rest of the night.
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The next day at work, Greg was taking a break, talking to a friend on his cell phone about the newest addition to the sales team. "Yeah she started yesterday. Black hair, a Puerto Rican or Cuban maybe, named Melissa. Has a cute, barely noticeable accent. You know how I love Latinas. Give me a few more days and I'll have her in bed by the weekend."
Greg ended the call to his friend, making his way back inside, when his phone rang. It was his sister, Gisele.
