Empty my balls in the morning is exactly what she did, it was one of those infrequent times that I let her suck me to a climax, the fact that she’d started her period in the middle of the night was obviously a contributing factor. When she finished swallowing there was a dribble at the left corner of her mouth, wiping it with the back of her hand and licking it off she slapped my thigh and smiled.
“You son of a bitch, where the fuck did that load come from? I emptied your balls last night, shit you came a lot.”
I looked at her as I held her, “I know, I could hear you gulping.”
“You’re such a beast, why do I love being in bed with you so much? Too late to contemplate that, I’m addicted to your cock. Hey, if you’re gonna fuck the dentist let me know. I’m beginning to feel like this cock is mine and mine alone.”
I had no plans of bedding the new dentist, but I still imagined having her ride me with a nipple in my mouth, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone and watching her shudder as she creamed my dick. Me arching my back just before I thrust into her steamy pussy one last time as jet after jet of semen splashed inside her quaking cunt, feeling the vaginal walls grip my shaft and slowly massage my dick of any soldiers trying to hide.
I made an executive decision to set up a teeth cleaning appointment, it had been two years since my last, knowing she wouldn’t do the cleaning but would come in to check them when the hygienist was done meant I’d have a chance to see her. I would know then whether or not I wanted to be with her somewhere other than the bar. Kirstin was still in work clothes when she drifted in about six fifteen Thursday night, smiling as she walked to the bar, she asked Sara if there was any chicken left.
“Oh sure, bozo has been cooking up a storm but there’s plenty left, you should poke your head in the kitchen door and let him know you’re here.”
Kirsten looked at Sara oddly, Sara figured out what the look was for, “Oh, we grew up in the same house during our teen years, beyond that we aren’t related, different parents and all that rot. I refer to him as Bozo quite often, we own the place together. Go on, say hi, he’s about ready to leave the kitchen anyway, the rush is over, the others can handle it from here.”
I had just emptied a fresh batch of chicken from the broaster when I noticed the kitchen door open, smiling I waved and motioned her to me.
“Hi there, are you hungry? Good, because I’m ready to eat supper and you can join me. That is if you want to.”
She wanted a leg and a thigh with just a few fries and nothing else except a glass of milk if we had any. I am a milk drinkin son of a gun so when she asked for a glass of milk my heart skipped a beat. Could there really be a woman, a good-looking woman I might add, other than Sara who preferred milk with her meals? I told her to find a table and I’d bring our food, Julie (one of the high school girls I employed to help in the kitchen) was carrying two glasses of milk right behind me. When she set the milk down I told her to bring out a treat. I had baked sour cream cookies with an almond drizzle that afternoon, they would be tomorrow’s dessert for the others, they would be ours tonight. We were just finishing our cookies and gulping the last of our milk when she asked if I knew a Mr. Ormond.
“Steve, sure, everybody knows Steve, he runs the feed mill. It isn’t much of a feed mill any longer, mostly lawn mowers and yard fertilizers, but at one time it served the farmers in the area. Why do you ask?”
“That’s why I’m late, I had planned on being here by five, but Mr. Ormond came in with horrible pain. After seeing the x-rays it was obvious, he had an abscess tooth, there wasn’t much choice but to do a root canal. It took a little longer than I hoped it would, but at least I got here before the chicken was all gone.”
I leaned forward across the table looking left and right like I was going to convey a secret, in a whispering voice I told her, “Don’t tell anyone, but I was saving some for you, I figured you’d get here sooner or later.”
She chuckled as she sat back, “You’re funny John, it’s been a very long time since I’ve laughed freely. Thank you for supper, I really should go, I have a seven o’clock appointment with some old farmer guy. Do I pay at the bar?”
“You don’t pay at all, it’s my treat, and the farmer guy must be Todd Ambrose, he was in last week grumbling about a tooth ache. He starts at five in the morning so to him, seeing you at seven is probably an inconvenience in his mind. Don’t let his gruff nature get to you, he’s all fluff inside.”
I went about my business cleaning the kitchen, putting utensils away, taking burger out of the freezer for the next day. It was just before ten when I sat down with a beer, Sara wasn’t two minutes behind me. With only a few older guys nursing their tap beer while they lied to one another, our part time guy behind the bar was more than able to handle any new customers. However, after ten it was generally real quiet. Sitting next to me she put her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.
“What do you think Bozo, is she the one? Am I gonna have to give you up for her? I know we talked about if we found somebody else and moving on, but reality is harder to deal with than speculation.”
I wasn’t sure and told her. “I don’t know Sara, she’s nice, pretty, got a career, easy to talk with, but man does she have a lot of baggage. I don’t know if I could fall for her or not, I guess time will tell. What about you and the new city administrator? He seems to spend an awful lot of time here chatting you up. You considering going to bed with him?”
She shook her head, “Nope, and I don’t think I will. I don’t need a bed partner as long as I’ve got you, besides, he doesn’t trip my trigger in that way. I’m happy with what we have if you are.”
I slid my hand up the inside of her skirt to find a warm wet bare pussy, I twiddled my fingers through her pubic hair a little and whispered.
“You naughty little girl. What am I to do with you?”
She giggled, “Take me home and fuck me. Ed can lock up.”
It was uncanny how we met each other’s needs and desires, we didn’t need anyone else and there were times I wondered why we even entertained looking elsewhere. On the way to the apartment she slid next to me and put her head on my shoulder, sighing deeply before she spoke.
“Can I have it doggy tonight, I really want it deep. Oh, and don’t make love to me, fuck me like you own me.”
She slapped my arm as I muttered, “I do own you Sara, you can have it any way your little heart desires. I am but your loyal and devoted cock provider, the one who leaves large amounts of semen in your ever so grateful pussy. There’s only one thing I love more than eating you, and that’s fucking you. Let’s start with doggy and see where it goes.”
We no more than closed the front door when she turned to me, pushing her body against mine until she had me pinned against the wall. Our lips were melting together as she expertly undid my belt, unsnapped the pants and pulled the zipper down, this was not new territory for her, she’d done it many times before. There were times she wanted to be the aggressor, to be in charge, to take me the way she wanted me to take her most of the time. This was one of those nights, I relaxed and let her do as she liked, I caressed her breasts as we kissed.