“I will take the top,” she said.
She let me undress myself, but I could tell that she was watching.
“I see you’re not letting yourself go, even without basketball,” she remarked as I pulled my briefs down. She could see the v of my abdomen instead of the fat ring she would see on older men.
“Every 20 pounds takes away an inch on my dick, and you know I can’t afford that, Chai,” I explained.
“You don’t need to worry about losing an inch Ben, that tongue will keep them coming back for more,” she teased me.
“Well maybe I just want to give her my all,” I summed it up.
“I won’t be the first to complain, Ben. Just hammer me please, I don’t need a gentle hand tonight kid, I need a pounding, if you don’t mind helping a girl out.”
“Well, I told mom that I’d be at Frankies, so how about I fuck you hard tonight, then I wake you up with some gentle strokes,” I mused, but I started to fuck hard as soon as I was inside and on top. Chai keeps her mattress on the floor so that it doesn’t hammer against the wall, but there is still a lot of creaking as I shift the floor boards with every thrust.
She came hard for me, so I allowed myself to fill my condom and then I pulled out to replace it.
“Did you take a blue pill Tiger?” she asked me, but still nibbled on my ear like a woman that was not finished getting fucked.
“I don’t need one, like the girls you usually fuck,” I replied, smiling myself. I knew that I could put another condom on, and it wouldn’t slide off, but I could only pull that trick once.
I slid into her again, but also lay across her body, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She turned her face sideways and answered me back with her tongue grabbing at mine. We would stare into each other’s eyes and work our tongues in a dance, but this time my cock was in her vagina, and her legs were wrapped around my back. She shifted back, fucking me, instead of letting me fuck her. She pulls me back with her feet digging into my ass.
“Fuck Me!” I grunt to keep from yelling, but I am being fucked!
“You are mine,” she whispered in my ear as she ground herself into my pelvis, shifting into me and having her way with me. I stayed rigid and accepted my punishment. She had her own convulsions while I pounded back.
The condom would not stay in place this time, so I pulled back to keep any mess from contaminating my Princess.
We slept in our sweaty sheets and cum crusted briefs.
I awoke before her, partly because it wasn’t my bed, and partly because I hadn’t sucked any cop’s cocks or wiggled my ass at possible customers for hours at a time, so I wasn’t as tired. I like to think she felt safer in my arms and so she slept better, but who knows what dreams she has?
I tucked the other Benjamin into her purse and headed for the shower. I was hoping to make her breakfast, but she joined me in the shower.
She got me hot by rubbing her tits across my chest with stiff nibs that no man could ignore. She bent down and grabbed her own ankles, offering her pussy or anus for entertainment. The water sprayed off of her muff for 30 seconds before I chose the pussy. I pushed into her wide open muff, only having to squat a bit to compensate for my height. The rest was easy as I just tilted her into me and away. The pulse of the shower popping into and out of her anus as I pumped her pussy onto my cock. She started to rise up, but her head ran into the glass wall. I couldn’t stop rocking her into me. I was too far gone. I had to fuck her now. I pounded her pelvis into mine.
“Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,…” my mind was gone into limbo as I just fucked her into my orgasm. “Fuck, umph, Fuck, umph, Fuck!”… the grunting and slapping was echoing off of the shower walls. I exploded in a climax of the ages, and my stiff cock is the only thing that kept her from collapsing onto the tiles. I held her against me, pulling her up and kissing her neck and enjoying the wetness of her tits. The moisture accented the difference between the feel of a nipple and the texture of the breast.
I had to help her up and we rinsed ourselves off, from the sweat of our exertions.
“You are going to be a good father one day, Ben,” she offered out of the blue. “You will find a good woman and one day you will have a daughter, or a son that will sell their bodies, and maybe they won’t even need to do it, they will do it just because they can!” Sim explained with tears in her eyes.
Forty years is a giant passage of time, but time just keeps on dragging along.
I look back on those years, but, knowing now, how I got here doesn’t make the passage of the years any less magical.
I went on to find love in New York City. She was – is a beautiful woman of color. Perhaps like Chai Orlando, in her stubbornness, and independence. We brought four lovely children into this wonderful world, and they brought us such joy. My job allowed me to be there for the birth of every one of them, and the balance in our life, and in our love, gave us two boys and two girls.
We were still young and in love, when we had grandbabies, crawling around our apartment in Chelsea, where our three bedroom brownstone still has 10 years left on the 25 year mortgage.
Now we are retired, though my wife Heather still works at the Homeless Shelter on 31st., and she helps by watching the babies of a few unwed mothers that have found work, but not trustworthy babysitters. I must admit that I have been corralled into supporting that effort more times than I like to admit.