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Subject: {ASSM} A Hungry, Lonely Woman
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A Hungry, Lonely Woman
by Paris Waterman


"And?"

She wondered how he knew she was holding it back. Then blurted it out,
"I have a baby."

"I figured," he said giving her no indication on way or the other
about how he felt about such matters.

Rosa bit her lower lip and pushed on. "She's fifteen now, goes to high
school. She gets good grades too."

This last carried a defiant tone.

"That's okay. A woman as good looking as you are figures to have had a
few men in her life. Getting pregnant is kind of an occupational
hazard."

"Hey! I'm not a whore!" Rosa spat out.

"Whoa! Never said you were. Didn't mean to imply it either. Sorry if I
offended you."

Rosa calmed down. "Her father was Swedish, a blond god -- like a
Viking."

"And he sailed off into the unknown?"

"No!" She stared at the ceiling and he took the opportunity to admire
the graceful line of her neck. "He was killed in a stupid race. He
thought he could drive a racecar like Ernhardt or something. Well, he
couldn't."

"I'm sorry," he said and this time she was able to read his expression
and knew he meant it.

"Oh... fuck!" And she started to cry.

"Drink your beer," he said. She tilted the can up and drank deeply.
Then she was coughing, from the cigarette and the beer. He waited
patiently for her to regain her composure. He got them each another
beer. This time he opened it for her.

Rosa felt the beer feed some of its cold energy into her skin. She
also noticed a pleasant itch in her crotch. She wondered briefly if it
was the beer. Then she smiled, a bare trace of a smile, as she
concluded it wasn't the beer.

Dutch was also getting horny. Rosa quickly finished the second beer
with a deep swallow. He watched her throat muscles work as she tilted
her head back. 'So that's what she'll look like with my dick down her
throat,' he thought. She put the empty down on the floor beside the
bed and sat there looking at him.

"I may move to a nicer place next month. You know, share it with a
girlfriend," she said off-handedly.

He stared at her and she felt the tingle again. She was now positive
the beer had nothing to do with it. The tingle was getting stronger
and emanating from her loins.

"Why..." she stopped and cleared her throat.

"Why don't you get rid of those pants and come over here?"

"Why?" He asked with a knowing grin.

"Why? So I can suck your cock, that's why."

Dutch blinked twice. Otherwise his expression didn't change. He
shucked his loafers and pulled off his pants and shorts in one
efficient motion. He slung them over the edge of the dresser, one pant
leg inside out. Dutch turned and stood facing her in only his shirt.
His stiff meat standing out like a flagpole, except from time to time
it jerked involuntarily.

Rosa maneuvered herself to the edge of the bed and deftly fingered his
rigid shaft. Dutch's cock, with an almost studied inevitability, moved
toward those magnificent pouting lips. He wondered if they were real
or collagen treated, then decided he didn't give a shit, for she was
truly beautiful; so much better looking than any woman he'd had in
years.


Rosa casually licked the surface of her palm, coating it with her
saliva until it was soaking wet and slippery.

She was wearing a black bra and a black french-cut bikini that was
pulled very high so that it disappeared between her cunt lips. She had
a small wispy black bush. With every breath she took, Rosa's cleavage
rose and fell.

She was hot, very hot. Her lips were quite red. Her tongue, her hot,
pink, wet tongue, kept licking the palm of her hand. Dutch lay there
watching her, waiting patiently, his cock fully engorged and hard as
stone; it's purple head throbbing in time with each heave of her
cleavage.

Nervously, he ran his fingers through his wiry pubic hairs, cupping
his hot round balls in his fingers -- momentarily slipping the middle
finger down to his anus and rubbing slightly. He didn't want to touch
his dick, not while she was licking her hand.


Finally, Rosa reached out for his towering cock and grasped it in her
saliva-drenched hand. The dusky Mexican woman pumped the throbbing
cock up and down, up and down, sliding her wet hand along his pole,
greasing it with her spittle.

Her face was ecstatic.

He thought the feel of her slippery hand gripping him almost
indistinguishable from the feel of her mouth or her cunt, except that
she could grip it more tightly if she wanted to.

She gripped the top of her black brassiere with her free hand and
pealed it down freeing one luscious breast for him to suckle, the
other, meant to be freed, got caught in the material and remained
covered.

Rosa moaned. He never knew whether it was his mouth on her turgid
nipple or her longing for his glistening cock that caused it, for
opened the sensuous gateway of her soft pink wet lips and lowered her
head, enclosing his rock-hard prick between her lips.

Dutch closed his eyes and drifted off to another place as her mouth
slid down, down, down. His massive organ was actually being squeezed
tighter and tighter as it made its way down her esophagus.

But his eyes opened and widened even more when, after swallowing the
entire length of his prodigious prick, Rosa absorbed an abundant
amount of air in her nostrils, opened her jaw just a fraction wider
and took both of his testicles into her mouth as well.

Her eyes were upon him, seeking acknowledgement of her accomplishment.

"Jesus Christ!" He gasped, incredulous.

Laughing and choking, Rosa pulled her face free of Dutch's thick
appendage, and after recovering slightly, proceeded to coat both her
hands with a couple gobs of spit, gripped his cock like a baseball bat
and jerked with all her might. He began to groan.

A great white volcanic orgasm overcame him sending his sperm flying
everywhere; flooding her mouth; her nostrils; her ear; her stomach;
his stomach and the sheets.

Rosa spent the next few minutes regally spooning up his seed and
slowly swallowing it as though it was the finest caviar. When she'd
finished, he noticed her nostrils flare as if testing the air
surrounding her.

"Mmmmm, you smell nice," she purred and licked her lips,"and not only
on your face, but your tummy too. Did you plan on something happening
here tonight?"

"That..." He began.

"Shush! You're getting hard again!" And Rosa's gifted tongue swirled
around and around his slimy knob.

'Jesus, she was good!' He thought and arched neck back and
concentrated on fighting off a fast eruption. To his chagrin, he
realized this was his second time, the longer lasting fuck, and here
he was struggling to keep from coming again.

'If only I could stop seeing her fucking lips on me.' He thought.

Rosa, for her part, was elated with the feeling of power it gave her.
She decided to pull out all the stops; and brushing her fingers
lightly over his swollen testicles elicited a loud gasp from him.

"Ahhhhh!" Her mouth nibbled on his cockhead and ever so softly, those
same fingers traced their way between the cheeks of his ass.

Dutch's thigh muscles bunched, and his balls ratcheted upward in a
tight, hot package against his groin. He pressed the sides of his
palms firmly against the sides of her head, trying to halt her wet,
moving lips from hastening his next ejaculation. His fingers tangled
in her black hair. He felt the dusky tan, cool turns of her ears.

Rosa obliged him by slowing her motions, allowing him to slip from
between her lips. "Am I giving you great head or what?"

"Don't stop now baby!" He said, although wanting this to last forever.
Absentmindedly, he strummed her stiffened nipple with his thumb.

She giggled silently at her power over him and sucked him in again.
Dutch was sure he felt her lips move in a smile that dissolved the
suckling pressures along the circumference of his cock. His legs had
begun to shake.

Rosa felt him rock and tremble at the simplest movement of her mouth.

'Jesus, I just love this guy's cock' she thought. She too, wanted it
to last as long as possible, and so she eased off, gently hooking her
upper teeth on the ridge of his turgid member and paused, permitting
herself to recall the magnificent orgasm he'd given her the night
before. Then she felt him flex and came back from her daydream to the
magnificent reality of his prodigious prick lolling around under her
tongue.

"I think you'd better fuck me with that thing before I have to swallow
a load half the size of Lake Tahoe," she told him, adding a broad
smile.

She hopped off the bed and went over to the dresser and stood with her
back to him and removed her brassiere and panties in a wink. The first
thing he noticed was her ample breasts reflected in the mirror as she
straightened up naked and posed coquetteishly.

'No doubt about it, she was built.' He told himself.

Her hand went up and teased her high-standing dark nipples.

'I could hang a hat on them,' he thought, 'they're like missiles.'

Rosa saw him looking at them in the mirror.

"Not too shabby for an old lady, eh?" She asked, hefting her right tit
up with her hand.

"You're not so old." His erection jerked toward the ceiling. Rosa
caught the movement and had to hold her self in check, she was that
close to coming.

"Thirty-eight," she said and inwardly cursed herself because her voice
had gone dry.

"I'm older than that." He replied his voice was thick and to distract
her from noticing, he deliberately made his dick dance.

"Thirty-eight's old." She said slowly walking back to him.

"Shit, you look twenty-five or twenty-six."

Rosa smiled at him. "You know how to say all the right things, don't
you?"

Dutch couldn't think of anything right to add.

With her right hand she gently pushed him back across the bed. She
straddled him with her hips at his chest level, her left hand on his
hardon behind her back.

"I want to show you something," she purred. "Look here." And she
spread herself with her right hand. He looked where she wanted him
too. Protruding between her pressing fingers was the pink shaft of a
clitoris that was over an inch long. It was as hard as he was, and he
could see it pulsing along its tight underside with the beating of her
heart.

"It did this while I was sucking you. Jesus you make me sooo fuckin'
hot!"

Dutch said nothing. He just stared at her there. He had never seen
anything quite like it. Rosa felt herself growing wetter and wetter
under his gaze. With her knees on either side of his chest, she could
feel her sex lips spreading apart and lowered herself a few sultry
inches until the heat from her cunt melded with the heat from his
cock. She moved herself gently back and forth on him with a
feather-soft contact that bathed them both, where they touched, in the
liquid silk that distilled like honeydew from deep within her.

He moaned at the very softness of her surrounding him.

She placed her palms on either side of his head and slowly lowered her
face to his. His eyes closed softly, like those of a small child. She
kissed him. They floated in that tender kiss for a delicate moment.
Then she backed down, buried him within her heated folds and hammered
her hips with unshackled fury until they both erupted together. It was
unlike anything either of them had ever known before.


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That was a week ago. A long week of fantasy-ridden frustration and now
Rosa was going crazy. He'd kissed her goodbye and left. He hadn't
called and she couldn't get him out of her mind. That smile, those
muscles, and those eyes, those deep, penetrating eyes. How people
looked at him when he came into a room.

And Mom... with all her whining and complaining; constantly berating
her.

"Where is he? Did you suck his cock off?" A constant irritant, but
even worse was the fact that she needed him. She needed that cock.
'Damn! Especially that cock!' she thought and then wondered what in
hell was happening to her?


She kept her hair fixed the same way it had been that night they'd
made love. She wore the same bracelets, the same earrings, the same
style clothing. But of course, not the same clothing. People at the
real estate office where she worked were looking at her. She kept
losing her calculator. She would frequently catch herself staring at
the fly area of men's pants, at the bumps behind the zippers of
coworkers and clients alike. Rosa caught herself doing it even when
the prospect's wife was standing there. One guy had even grabbed her
ass, forcing her to slap him and lose a prospective sale.

He would call, she kept telling herself; he would call. She had chewed
her nails to the nub and bitten most of the skin off her upper lip.
Her nerves were frayed, she'd snapped at her daughter Kathy that
morning then told her she was sorry but her period was making her
miserable. Kathy nodded in acceptance and left for school.

'Jesus! Why doesn't he call?' Then she cursed; realizing she'd just
burned a new blouse of Kathy's with the iron. An accident! Had he been
in an accident? Or was there another women?' She chewed more skin off
her lip agonizing over his whereabouts. 'Why?' She asked herself. 'Why
am I going nuttso over this bastard?' And she answered her own
question. 'Because he'd brought her to a place she'd never been
before. Yeah, yeah,' she reminded herself, 'she'd floated to climax
with her vibrator countless times. She had been nibbled to ecstasy by
various dates; by her husband and even the guy with the long tongue at
the other real estate agency who made her cum four times on top of the
big oak desk in his office. But never, ever had she come from a
cock-generated orgasm before. She'd felt it coming on like a white-hot
freight train. And despite all the woman's magazines and their
bleating about cocks placing third behind electronics and tongues, his
thick member had sent her further than she'd ever gone before.'

And she wanted to go there again and again and again.

The phone rang. She dropped the iron, just missing her toes. She
forced herself to pick it up and turn it off before answering the
ringing phone.

It was him! Rosa felt the delightful twinge of an orgasm on hearing
his voice. He wondered if she was available for a couple of drinks
later on.

At first Rosa wanted to tell him to fuck off, but didn't. She wanted
his tool pounding into her as soon as possible, and so she invited him
over, suggesting that sooner was better than later. When he said he
could be there in thirty minutes, Rosa hung up and began crying tears
of joy.

An hour later she had that cock again. Right in front of her. They
were in her family room, holding one another, sunk in a sea of giant
beanbag cushions. Rosa had been to Jupiter the first time he put it to
her. Now she lay on her tummy between his legs her head near his
knees, her left arm lounging across his thigh, her right hand
trembling and trying to encircle that remarkable cock, fingers unable
to get all the way around.

She was awed, and proud. Proud she had made it get like this again and
so soon. It certainly was an exceptional object. For the first
thirty-eight years of her life, she hadn't thought of cocks as
isolated structures. They were erotic because of the sweet intrigue
that went along with getting one into you... because of the romance
and worries and the tenderness... and the love.

Rosa felt the spilling wetness between her legs, and endured a rushing
blush of embarrassment at her lubricity. She looked down at her
nipples as they alternately brushed against the slowly churning skin
of his testicles. Her brown tips stiffened and sprouted out hard to
meet the moving, rutted skin of him that was so different there. She
watched in fascination as her probing nipple played up and over the
tight, swollen length of him. Everything was diameters and heat. A
delicious kind of electricity surged in her hips, and she felt as if
the lower half of her body had become detached from the rest of her to
float on a sea of animals snarling and growling. It seemed she had
been swept away and was looking down at the scene from afar. Her brain
grew dizzy as it boiled in the delightful lust. The rush was coming
again. Not just the thought of the rush or the imagining of the rush,
but the rush of the great climax itself. And Rosa was still to mount
that hot, throbbing chunk of him.

She drew up on her knees, straddled him, then had to go on one foot to
position the roiling center of her cunt over the pulsing, throbbing,
thick cock waiting beneath her. Her hand seemed small, timorous even
greedy as it guided him to the lush, craving softness at her center.

Pushing. Spreading. Pushing more. She rose a bit, moved slightly, and
pushed again, moving him toward her eagerness. Heated waves of vertigo
surged through her body. Rising again, Rosa felt the top of his
monster cock saturated with her own sleek moisture.

'I'm so slippery... he's so hard!' She thought, pushing down on him,
forcing her sex to accept the girth of his cock's huge diameter
inching into her. Finally she had stretched enough to accept him. One
last rub of tissue against tissue and all resistance yielded. The
world spun for a moment, followed by the hot delirium of being filled.
Down, down she went coming again... the sweetness of it all but
overpowering Rosa's senses.

But she craved more and felt the firmness of his cock rasping the
deepest end of her and forced the delightful depravity even further.

"God!"

"Huh!" He grunted surging back into her.

"Oh, God!" She groaned and squeezed her left nipple.

"Ugh! Ugh!" He was pounding his meat into her; pummeling her cunt with
his savagery and she reveled in it.

"Sweet Jesus! Cuummmmmming! I'm cuummmmmming!"

She was possessed, gloriously possessed. And FULL! FULL! FULL!

She hung there lost in the sensuality, poised in the wonder at the
incredible rush overwhelming her. 'Dear God,' she prayed let it be as
good for him too.' And she put her cuntal muscles to work, closing
down on him and squeezing even as she rose and fell upon him.

She had to ask.

"Are you close?" She asked, breathing with difficulty.

"Gonna go a little farther," he croaked and her hand slipped in the
wetness on his shoulder.

"Wanna put it up my ass?" And she wondered who or what possessed her
to ask the question.

Dutch groaned and shifted slightly.

"Is that a yes?" She managed, still clinging to a magnificent climax.

"Yeah!"

And with some feigned reluctance, Rosa moved off his extraordinary
shaft and presented her ass to him. Dutch spit on the knob of his cock
out of habit then rubbed it up and down her ass until he attained the
correct angle and eased it in. He was surprised and impressed with her
ability in accepting him. But after only three or four thrusts, she
was pleading with him to let her on top. They changed position and he
lay on his back as Rosa squeezed out a healthy dollop of lubricant
into her hand, then applied some to his cock and the rest to her ass
hole.

Then she crouched over him, reached down and grabbed his cock and
lowered her ass until his cock was just touching her ass.

Dutch reached up with both hands and spread her ass cheeks as far as
he could. Rosa positioned his cockhead at her rear end, then slowly
lowered herself onto it. There was some resistance, and Rosa grimaced
a bit, then she began to relax a bit, finally the head popped into her
chute. She stopped then, and waited a bit, then eased down onto his
cock a bit at a time, until she had the whole thing lodged in her ass.
Then she stopped moving for a little while, just sitting there with
his cock in her ass, eyes closed, squeezing and pulling on her
nipples, which were huge by now.

Maybe a minute passed, possibly two, but then Rosa moaned and started
to rock and forth on Dutch's erection, rubbing her clit against him.
Soon thereafter, she was sliding up and down his shaft, fucking
herself hard. He reached under her legs with both arms and pulled her
legs toward his shoulders. This caused Rose to lose her balance and
compelled her to lean backwards and hold herself up with her hands
behind her. Once Dutch had her like this, he sat up, then pulled his
legs under himself and kept going until he had her on her back with
his prick still lodged in her ass. Deftly, he pulled her ass into the
air and put a couple pillows under it, then went to town.

Showing great patience, Dutch kept to a slow pace, easing his huge
prick almost all the way out of her ass, then sliding it back in until
his balls were up against her ass. Rosa was humming with excitement.
Dutch was grunting from the exertion of it all and wanting to save
himself for yet another round of fucking, he reached around to her
front and located her swollen clit.

She gasped at the touch, as if jolted by an electrical shock. Dutch,
having located her clit grasped it with his first two fingertips.

"Ooooh!" Rosa moaned. Before the moan had left her lips, he was
strumming her clit with both fingers even as he plowed his fat cock
through the full channel of her ass until it met with resistance. Rosa
rocked her hips back and slammed her ass back against me with all her
strength and his cock hit an impenetrable wall, causing her to clamp
down so hard with her ass on his cock that he couldn't come. For just
a few seconds she seemed to freeze all the muscles in her body and
vibrate against him.

Neither one was aware of the figure watching from the bedroom doorway.

"Ooooh, Jesus!" Rosa managed to gasp, for she was having trouble
catching her breath, "That's it lover! Ooooh, that's it!"

"Like my ass fucking, do you?"

"Love it! Ooooh, just... just hold it right there!"

He did, remaining motionless except for maintaining the continuous
friction on her clit. Suddenly a growling-like sound emanated from
deep within her throat; and the juices roiled from her cunt, over her
thighs and down into her ass. Dutch responded by pulling her almost
straight up in the air and pounding his manhood into her ass like
there was no tomorrow. Only after he had finished coming did he
realize Rosa had passed out.

Striving to catch his breath, he lay her down on her back and kissed
his way down to her smooth, partially-shaven cunt and resumed rubbing
her clit with a fingertip. Rosa began to stir, moving her hips in
rhythm to his stroking. Encouraged by her actions, he slid two fingers
into her marinated pussy and slowly finger-fucked her.

Rosa sighed from deep within and came almost instantly, squirting an
enormous amount of fluid that drenched his hand and wrist. He
hesitated for a minute, totally absorbed by this strange phenomenon.
Then, thinking she'd finished; he leaned down and started tonguing her
until she passed out again. This took some twenty minutes to achieve
and when it did his tongue ached; his face and the bed under them were
soaked with her juices; and Rosa was in another world. Nestling close
to her inert form, he placed an arm over her breasts and fell asleep,
totally content.

More of my stories may be found
on:http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Paris_Waterman/www/

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