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Subject: {ASSM} The King of Lindsey Heights, Chapter 1 (MF, oral, prost, slow) {prtndr}
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   TITLE: The King of Lindsey Heights, Chapter 1 SUMMARY: Jimmy Turner is
divorced and starting his life over.  STORY CODES: MF, oral, prost, slow

   CHAPTER 1



   The house was small and neat, with a fence for privacy in the backyard,
a large two-car garage, and reasonably sized rooms - just the right thing
for a single older gentleman.  I'd looked at several places, had a couple
false starts on houses I thought were better, but I kept coming back to
look at this one.  The neighborhood was decent, and the previous owners had
done some nice work updating the place to sell it.  I agreed to meet my
realtor, Jeanie, there to go through it again prior to making a final
decision.  I was waiting in the driveway next to my Mustang when she pulled
up.



   "Hey, Jimmy," she called as she stepped out of her car, her smile
beaming.  She was a good salesman, and knew her presentation was as
important to the sale as the house was.  She was always tastefully dressed,
upbeat without being obnoxious, and pleasant in all circumstances.  At 5'9"
she was the same height as me, with a slender figure that I knew she toned
up with regular visits to a gym.



   "Hi, Jeanie," I said, stepping forward to shake her hand, "Shall we take
one more look?"



   "Let's do," she answered, and walked to the door with the little
electronic device that unlocked the key safe.  She got the door open in a
minute, and we stepped inside.  I turned on a few lights and we began
wandering the rooms.  I was moving from an apartment, so the fact that many
of the appliances came with the house was a good thing.  We talked about
setting up an independent inspection, admired the newly installed wood
floors, and noted that they could have done a little better job painting
the master bedroom.



   "Okay," I said finally, "I want this one.  What do you think I can get
it for?"



   The sellers had set up a dining table and chairs in the breakfast nook,
with plates and glasses to make it look ready for a meal, part of the
"presentation" for sales purposes, and we settled at the table.  Jeanie
brought out the sales sheet for the house from a bag she carried, along
with the "comps", recent sales figures for comparable houses in the same
area.  The comps were all at about the same price the seller was asking,
but the market had taken a definite dive in the past 6 months, and I
thought I could get a bargain.  Besides, the house had sat vacant for 4
months, and I figured the sellers would be getting antsy.



   I said, "How about we low-ball them, offer $20K less than they're
asking, and see what they do?"



   "I don't think you're going to get that," Jeanie said, "Maybe we should
stay closer to the asking price."



   I was a little disappointed that I had to coach my own realtor on her
job, but I continued.  "Well, make it clear that I'm serious, but think
that the market justifies a lower price.  Tell their realtor we're open to
a counteroffer."



   Jeanie remained skeptical, but agreed to give it a try.  She said she'd
work up the offer at her office and send it to me electronically for
signature.  We walked back out to our cars and shook hands again.  I
watched her walk back to her car, noting the way her cute, tight little ass
swayed in that skirt.  She got into her Camry and started it up, and I got
into the Mustang.



   Jeanie was cute, near me in age, sweet, and a very nice piece.  She was
also divorced, as was I.  If you're looking for divorced women to fuck,
real estate is a very good hunting ground.  So far I'd kept physical
contact to handshakes, wanting to be as businesslike as possible.  After
all, as my realtor she was my employee - I was paying her to find me a
house and negotiate the sale.  Softhearted as I am, I've always found it
difficult to give stern direction to someone I was fucking.  If we managed
this sale, I planned to change that relationship to something much more
intimate.



   I daydreamed about the possibilities there as I cranked up the Mustang
and headed back to my apartment.  Those slender legs would feel good
wrapped around my waist.  Her well-chosen perfume would definitely add to
the sensation of nuzzling her neck while slamming my cock into her.  I
wondered if she shaved her pussy.



   Those thoughts quickly went from the big head to the little head.  I
could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans.  I thought about going back to
the empty apartment and jerking off, but that just wouldn't do.  I needed
something more.  I took a cell phone out of the glovebox and dialed a
number from memory as I drove.  After a few rings, a woman answered.



   "Hi, Nora, It's Bob," I said, "Who's working tonight?" Nora reeled off a
few names, and I asked, "I'm in the car, is Eva available in about 15
minutes?"



   Yes, dear reader, I am a first class pervert, with the phone number of
an escort service memorized, and an operator there who knows me.  Nora said
that Eva was free right now, and I could meet her at her apartment.  "Tell
her I'm on my way, would you please?" I asked.  Nora promised she'd call as
soon as we hung up, so we said a quick goodbye and I turned the car to head
deeper into the city.  I used the name "Bob" with them.  I was sure all the
girls used fake names, why shouldn't I?  It was really kind of silly, but
it felt like a little protection.



   I've always been a pervert.  I don't know how much of my hobby my ex
ever really knew about, but I'm sure she suspected.  It hadn't been a part
of the divorce discussion, especially after I started receiving anonymous
notes telling me my wife was having an affair and naming my competition,
but I think it was part of her decision not to try to patch things up.



   About 20 minutes later I pulled into Eva's apartment complex and found a
parking space out of sight of her windows.  More games, but keeping this
separate from the rest of my life seemed an objective worth pursuing.  Even
the phone I used was a cheap throwaway bought at a convenience store,
untraceable to me my pervert line.



   I knocked on Eva's door, and my cock began to swell again, this time in
anticipation of Eva's lips sucking it deep into her mouth.  Eva came to the
door, checked me out through the peephole, and let me in.  She was dressed
in a big terrycloth robe, having just stepped out of the shower.  The
service insisted on the girls being fresh for their customers.  I wouldn't
have it any other way.



   Little Eva stood on tiptoes to kiss me, her robe falling open to reveal
her considerable charms.  Only 5'1", she was broad at the hips and mounted
a lovely pair of D-cup tits up top.  Her skin felt moist against me, still
warm from the steaming shower.  Sliding my hands under the robe, I cupped
her meaty ass and pulled her to me as I kissed her back, our tongues
meeting and touching between our open mouths.



   She broke the kiss and smiled up at me as she ground her belly against
my erection.  "Good to see you, Bob, how long can you stay?"



   "Not too long, babe, I still have some business to do tonight.  I just
stopped off to cure a hormone overload," I said.



   Good whore that she was, Eva understood I was just in for a quickie. 
I'd seen her a number of times before, and, though she was a sweet girl,
she knew it was a business, and the customer was always right.  "Well,
then, let's take care of that right away," she said, taking me by my hand
and leading me to her bedroom.  The room was a bit messy, but the sheets
were fresh.  Next to the bed on one side was a makeup table with a
disorganized collection of lipsticks, lotions, and bottles I couldn't
identify if I tried.  On the other side was a bedside table with drawers I
knew to be "office" supplies.  In the top drawer were the standard condoms
and lubricants.  On some longer visits she had surprised and impressed me
with the collection of toys in the bottom drawer.  I knew we'd go there
again, but tonight it was just a quick fuck.



   Eva dropped her robe to the floor and sat on the bed.  Smiling up at me
again, she said, "Let's see what I can do for you, sweet thing," in her
best southern drawl.  I knew Eva was from Tennessee, but the accent
thickened for dramatic affect during sex.  She quickly and expertly
unbuckled my belt and had my jeans and briefs at my ankles in no time. 
While I slipped my polo shirt off over my head, she slipped my cock into
the pleasure pit just under her nose.  It had been semi-erect when I came
through the door, had stiffened further with her grinding in the entryway,
but now it sprang to full attention under her skilled tongue.  While she
worked wonders on my favorite organ, I kicked out of my loafers and pants.
I picked up one foot at a time to pull my socks off.  Fucking with my socks
on always seemed tawdry, like old porno pictures.  Bending over, I cupped
Eva's rounded tits while she worked her magic on my prick.  She gripped the
shaft with one hand, cupped my balls with the other, and used her hand and
mouth to fuck my cock.  I gently played with her nipples, watching them
harden, pulling on them with thumb and forefinger.



   "Love your mouth, Eva babe," I said, "Next time I'll stay longer and put
my first load in there."



   Eva moaned quietly on my cock.  Yes, this was a paid transaction, but
the girl definitely enjoyed her sex.  Even when she didn't, she knew that
acting like she did was part of the show.  Ready now, I put my hands on her
shoulders and pushed her away.  With her eyes locked on mine she smiled up
at me and slid back up the bed.  She lay on her back and pulled her thighs
up against her chest, opening her cunt to me.  Without looking she opened
the drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing the package open with her
teeth. I knelt with my thighs against her ass and she worked the condom
onto my cock, stroking its hardness, teasing me more with her hand, as she
slipped it all the way down to my balls.  Reaching back into the drawer,
she brought out a small bottle of lube and squirted a little into her hand.
Once again she caressed my steely erection as she lubricated me for the
pleasures to come.



   When we had more time, I liked to play with Eva's wonderful little cunt,
teasing it and fingering it until natural lubrication was enough to do the
job.  Skilled as she was, she knew to provide a replacement when the john
just wanted a fuck-and-go.



   "Now let's have some fun, sweet thing," she drawled.  I moved into
missionary position, and she took things in hand, guiding my cock to the
sweet opening between her thighs, rubbing the head between her labia to
spread some lube around, then putting her hands on my hips and pulling me
to her.



   Her head went back and her eyes closed as my shaft sank into her.  Every
inch was tight, every motion a delicious agony as I sank deeper into her.



   John Holmes I ain't, but nobody's ever complained that my 7" cock was
too short or too thin.  The lube was just enough to make everything work
without destroying the pleasure of friction, and it took me a few strokes
to get it all the way in.  I had shaved my genitals a few days before, and
after those strokes I felt the stubble on my balls pressing against her
ass.



   "MMMmmm," she moaned, "Now gimme that good fuckin'"



   Her hands were on my ass now, pulling me into her as I began to thrust.
She rocked her hips up at me, grinding every millimeter of cock I had deep
into her pussy.  I lay on top of her, those pillowy tits pressed against my
chest while I fucked my cock deep into her.  I nuzzled her neck, smelling
her fresh perfume, while her hips moved under me.  I reached around to cup
one of her ass cheeks, feeling the muscle underneath the softness. 
Reaching into her crack I teased her asshole with a fingertip.



   "Maybe next time we'll go around the world again," I whispered in her
ear.  She giggled and kissed my cheek.  I changed my motion, taking long
slow strokes, almost pulling out, then easing my full length back into her.
At the bottom of each thrust I ground my pelvis against her clit.  Just
because I was in a hurry was no reason to be selfish.



   One of Eva's hands on my ass slid between my asscheeks and returned the
favor, teasing my back door.  "Maybe next time I'll get my toys out again,"
she whispered, and we both giggled.



   I sat up, resting my weight on my ass, sliding my knees alongside her
hips.  I continued fucking long and slow.  Reaching up, I played with her
nipples with one hand, sliding the other between us to flick at her clit
with my thumb.  She reacted, and I felt the muscles inside her squeeze down
on my cock.  We both moaned, almost in harmony, which caused us to share a
smile.  I was getting close, and while I liked it when she came with me, it
wasn't a requirement today.  My hands on her thighs, I lifted her legs
until her calves were on my shoulders.  Holding her ass in my hands, I
started pounding hard and fast into her tight cunt.



   "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Bob.  Gimme some cum!  I might do it with you!" she
said in a hiss, her teeth clenched as she worked her vaginal muscles on my
cock.  I closed my eyes, my whole existence centered in the joining of
organs between her legs, and fucked her as hard as I could.  The room
filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, my soft moans, and
her little southern voice hissing, almost in a whisper, "Yes, yesssss,
fuck, yessssssssss!"



   Finally I could stand no more, and slammed against her as the first
spurt of cum filled the condom.  Her cunt clenched harder, and I felt her
squeezing out a small cum.  Backing off, I slammed hard into her again,
then again, as following hot jets left my cock.  Finally I was finished,
and fell forward onto her body, catching my weight on my elbows, as I
kissed her mouth again.



   "Oh, that was nice, sweetie," she purred.  I rested a moment, then
rolled off her onto my back.  Eva got out of bed and hustled into the
bathroom.  I heard water running for a minute, then she came back to me
with a warm wet pink washcloth in one hand and some tissues in the other.
She wrapped the tissue around the condom and gently slid it off my
softening rod, then cleaned my genitals softly but thoroughly with the
washcloth.  When she finished she went back into the bathroom to attend to
her own toilette while I dressed.



   When she came back out she retrieved her robe from the floor and slipped
it over her nakedness.  I let her see me placing some cash on top of her
dresser.  She knew she didn't need to count it and that there would be a
pleasant tip on top of the standard fare for the ride.



   Standing in front of her I puffed out my chest, then pounded it with my
fists.  Raising my hands over my head I said, "I am a man again!  Thank
you, woman!" She laughed and gave me a "silly boy" look, then put her arm
around my waist and walked me to the door.  While she unbolted it, I bent
down and kissed the top of her head.  "Next time, baby, I'm gonna make you
scream," I said.  She gave me that look again and slapped me on the ass as
I went out the door.



   I walked back around the corner to the car and got in.  Any adult who
happened to be looking would have understood the smile on my face.  I
backed out, put it in first and eased out of the apartment complex, not
wanting to attract attention.  When I got on the street I floored it and
the turbo kicked in, pushing me back in the seat.  The quick fuck had been
more than pleasant, Eva had made me very happy as usual.  Now I had a house
to buy, and the celebratory fuck of a tall, good-looking realtor to plan.



   END OF CHAPTER 1 Comments welcome at prtndr(at)hotmail.com





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