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For those of you who truly enjoyed my past stories and found pleasure reading them, I write for you. delight let me live what you think of this one. It is a divergence from my early music genre. Enjoy.

Chuck



It had been one blaze of a day. My job takes me to a lot of home. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would call exotic or really even picturesque. I am a field locomotive engineer for a major business firm that specializes in the food diligence. Because of that nearly of my piece of work takes place in Podunk Hollow town where grain lift are the tallest social system, and the smell of whatever processing quickness is there dominates your senses. Imagine my surprise when my knob sent me the travel dossier for my succeeding trip and the destination was Chicago, IL. I called him to make sure that he had not made a mistake. He laughed and told me not to get too excited, I hadn't seen the web site.
When I arrived at the plant, I found that the only glamorous part of this job was the name of the society. Princeton Priceless product was in an old summation building on the faulty side of Chicago. I found a motel that looked like a place where I was less likely to be murdered in my rest and checked in. The hotel was old and the furniture and décor was tired and worn out. The bed felt a little like a box of rocks, and the bed clothes smelled like they had been on the bed for hebdomad. Such was my lot in spirit. I had grown accustomed to these facilities, and had learned that a trade good feeding bottle of Vodka had an awesome way of making anything okay.
When I knocked off for the day, I headed for a dining compartment not far from my hotel and sat in a booth near the waitress station figuring I might meet a alone gal who would appreciate a Nice tip and possibly could provide him with some company when her shift ended. Try as I may, I was ineffective to get any of the three missy waiting the tables to give me as much as guidance to go to hell. I finished my meal, egg over medium, sausage, haschisch browns and unit wheat toast. I ate this meal as many as three times a day. It may possess been boring, but few the great unwashed could fuck up basic breakfast. I still left a courteous tip, took one lastly look at the redheads nice set of tit and headed for the hotel. Just down the street from hotel was a lowly bar where I thought I might try again on the mission to secure some, if not unblock, comfortably affordable fellowship for the eventide. The bar was quiet, mostly empty-bellied except for a few hombre with probably the same mission as mine and two couples who had had more than they could handle. The women were trying to get the men to leave and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the sounds of the conversation they had been army buddy who had met with their old getup at a reunion. They were a piffling loud at times but considering their age, around mid-forties, they seemed to be doing fine. The women were frustrated and wanted to depart. Finally after a lot of bitching, the men called for the check and they moved toward the door together. Both men were having trouble standing. They must have had a lot to drink. The taller of the two women said she would drive and they left. I decided it was clip for me to leave also.
I walked out to the parking lot and found the two women trying to get the men into their car. The minivan had sliding doorway on both sides and the adult female had them open trying to assist their sottish husbands into the back butt. After they had the men in the car, the light woman, an attractive but unmistakable redhead, climbed into the passenger's side seat. The taller female child, a slender brunette walked around to the driver's side."I'll dip you all off at your hotel first,"she said climbing behind the rack."Maybe if we drive them around a little they may sober up some."The other woman offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to have to assist me get him to the room."The other man bellowed,"I'll assist you get him into the room. He's my buddy."And with that he passed out in the back seat. The women looked at one another and shook their heads in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the counselling inverse of my hotel. Poor broads, I thought, they come all the way to Chicago to take in some fun with their husbands and end up babysitting a pair of immature drunkard. That was just sad. I drove past my hotel and down the road to another bar, hoping to break my luck. Apparently, this vicinity was where all the multitude who wanted to get drunk and walk out went to drop their evenings. I stayed about an hr, having a few drinks and talking with the bartender, who was nice, but not my type. He would have been ticket if I had been gay, but alas, the straight ogre had possessed me yet again and I was forced to fall to the hotel without accompaniment.
As I entered the lobby, I heard a disturbance in the elevator foyer. When I got there I saw the marvellous slender brunet and her badly sloshed married man trying to get into the elevator."Goddammit, Paul,"she blurted out,"Try to stand up, you asshole."Her husband was sliding down the paries unable to take the air into the car. She looked at me with pleading eye."Can you help me ?"she asked. I slipped behind her husband and lifted him up by his axilla. I looked at her and told her to press the floor button for their floor. When we reached the fourth base the car stopped and she indicated that this was their stop. I moved him out of the car and threw him over my articulatio humeri."Lead on"I told her. She led me to the door of their way and said"I can get him from here. Thank you so much for helping me."Her boldness was pretty ; she had good lips, eminent cheek finger cymbals and the most get violet eye. Her brunette hair framed her face with easygoing wavy curls that seemed to gleam in the pale light of the hallway."Oh no Ma'am,"I said,"You can't lift him, and he isn't walking anywhere tonight."
She opened the door and held it as I walked in and threw her husband down onto the bed."Thank you so very much"the woman said"He just had too a great deal to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any trouble at all."I told her and turned to depart.
"Could you maybe help me get him undressed ?"she surprised me with this postulation, but I figured, ‘ What the netherworld, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to serve her take his pants off. She wrestled his shirt over his headspring and pushed him over on his side of meat. When she did his flaccid cock fell out of the fly of his drawers."illegitimate,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his shorts."Well adjudge on Ma'am,"I said trying to calm her down a bit,"Stella"she said"My name is Stella."“ Okay then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a undecomposed time, I saw you all in the bar. He's probably going to be deplorable as Hell in the morning, so why don't you just let the Jack Book of Daniel beat the Hell out of him ?"She choked back a sob,"This was supposed to be a instant honeymoon for us."She said"We're going to Chicago, he said, lots of nice places to eat and see, he said, and when we are in the hotel alone we can get a trivial crazy….Fuck he's been drunk since we got here and we only have one more day left. I haven't had one gracious meal, or seen one tourist attracter, or for that matter been as much as finger fucked in four days. I am so horny, and I'd just about fuck a homeless guy if he came onto me ripe now."She looked at me and realized that her rant was directed at a add alien. She was embarrassed, but I could see that she was as solemn as she could be."Hey, I'm sorry."I began"That does sound like you got the shitty end of that peg, but all is not lost…I'm not roofless, but I sure could use a trivial slit right hand now."Her aspect turned crimson, she turned to avoid eye inter-group communication with me."I'm sorry, I lost my headspring a little."She blurted out"I'm so blockade I could die. Please forgive me for making such a fool of myself."I shrugged my shoulders and sighed."That's okay ma'am, I haven't had any luck at all myself in this town."With that she smiled and let go of a little chuckle."Oh, I'm sorry."She said"Please accept my apology."With that I sauntered toward the door and at the like time unzipped my pants. When I turned to say goodnight, my hard cock was sticking out to wave bye."Oh my,"she gasped"Oh my."She looked toward her drunken husband sleeping like a dead man on the bed. She turned back and looked, no stared, directly at my egotistical manhood."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd take it an honor if you let me take you back to my way and fuck you like you've never been fucked before, so this trip would make at to the lowest degree something nice for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my cock. She moved across the room and took it into her hand. She looked back at her hubby."I'd have to be back before break of the day,"she cautioned"We check out tomorrow."“ Oh, sister girl, I'll have you home before your mommy knows you've had your pants down."I added"Let's go own some fun."
We left the elbow room after she had collected her key and grabbed a nighty from her suitcase. We walked down the hall to the stairs, and walked down the flight of steps to my base. As we entered my room she spun and kissed me heavy on the mouth."That was for courage."She said as she turned and walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I undressed and lay back on the bed, erection standing proud to greet her when she came out of the can. When she entered the room she was wearing a very sheer, very aphrodisiac black wrapper that made her bosom look amazing. She had a nice George W. Bush of pubic hair, sonant brown about a shade lighter than her hair. Her bosom were in high spirits and rigorous with very courteous deep pink nipples that shown through the sheer textile. She did not hold out any step-in. I always loved a girl who was efficient.
"What do you retrieve ?"she asked. My cock stood there at care as if the National Anthem was playing."Very nice."was all that I was capable to say. She came and knelt on the bed."I don't want you to imagine that I do this all the time."She said."I've only cheated a few sentence on Apostle Paul, my husband, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my rooster in her hand."You sure have a nice dick."She said,"I could get used to this one."She leaned down and took it into her mouth. My hand wandered to the hem of her nighty and I started to stroke her labia and clit. She drew her breath in as I touched her. I pulled her off my rooster and brought her expression up to mine. We kissed. Her lips and glossa were particularly flaccid. She had sweet breath, and it was hot against my boldness. I continued to stroke her clit. She tugged at my cock as we kissed and became better acquainted. She took the confidential information and climbed into position and slid down on my hardened shaft. She exhaled deeply as I entered her. She took on the role of concert master key and played my instrument like a virtuoso. She was cumming in proceedings and became very animated as she picked up her tempo. Her coxa slammed down against my rosehip and her pussy felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her heat made it difficult to keep from blowing my load, but I thought of everything early than her hot cunt to maintain ascendence. After about twenty bit she exploded into a serial publication of foresighted, satisfying, orgasms that came in wave over her organic structure. My own liberation was earth shaking. I thought I was about to devolve out, the delight was so intense. When I erupted she shouted in surprise, a flavor of delectation crossed her face. She collapsed against my thorax breathing heavily. Her kiss were landing everywhere along my amphetamine body. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her articulatio coxae and milk my cock."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't bang your name."“ Chuck,"I replied"Chuck Blue."Her centre were sparkling as we talked."fountainhead, Chuck, how was it ?"she asked."Better than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so secure, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her head back off my chest"How so ?"I looked into those vex eyes and chuckled a little."about of the fair sex who take vantage of me, just finish, jump off, put their snatch away and leave."She burst into laughter."Oh, I see."She continued to laugh,"well, I'm not that kind of girl."She said. We were still joined at the groin, so our talk was in pretty loaded quarters.
She wiggled her hips a minuscule causation my tool to invoke inside her very sozzled quim. She kissed my pectus and suckled on my nipple trying to get my shaft to get rock hard again, but I was in pauperism of a few minutes to rebuild my strength before going again.
She rolled off me and lay close side by side to me."Saul isn't a bad guy,"she started"He went through hell on earth in Nam, and when he came home he had to do rehab for drugs that he had become addicted to over there. He said that our own government had made them available to the troops so we wouldn't win. He said that his C.O. told him that President Johnson said that he was making too much money to end the war, and that he would give the ‘ boys'something to save their thinker off the fighting. He said there was more than purulent and drugs there than you could shake a joystick at. A lot of guy rope over there came nursing home all fucked up with VD and such. Somehow he didn't bring place any VD, but he sure was fucked up on drugs."As she talked she stroked my cock with her loose hand."We were married before he went over, and yes, I fucked around while he was gone, but what's a girl to do, I just love getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came home, I stopped messing around, well, with nigh of the guy wire. A couple of them kept coming around."She continued her story."After a while I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly faithful, except for our preacher, who's got the cute trivial ass, and the theme boy."I threw my psyche back as I laughed at her profession of faithfulness."The paper boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her finger on her chin as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really certain, but that baby has the biggest cock I've ever seen. And his ma tells me that he licks pussy like a champ."I roared with laughter."Damn, Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my pecker back into her mouth and within minute had me cook for another round. She wanted me to fuck her doggy this fourth dimension so I got behind her and slam fucked her through another series of near violent orgasms before we were done.
About three AM she quietly dressed and left the room. I wondered how in the world I had been lucky enough to tally such an unexpected and delightful piece of ass. I fell off to sleep, not looking forward to the alarm clock in the morning.
Chapter Two :
That fucking alarm clock went off regardless of my touch, and I got up to start my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my Quaker Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel dining car, not the safe place in Town, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The drive to the plant went through a neighbourhood that harbored drug crime, harlotry, execution, and whatever crime one might throw in mind to commit. A couplet of long time prior I had seen a man shot to death in a bar over two dollars. That was in Detroit but it was in the same kind of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, huisache Princeton, pulled her slick Mercedes 500 year into her designated blank."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. Cassie, a magniloquent forty-something char looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to close her door."it says Priceless not release"she said indicating the signal that hung on the building. I smiled and acknowledged her point. I offered to help her into the office and walked along as we entered."Well, do we have a opportunity at respectability ?"she asked referring to the administration compliancy study I was conducting for the house."We'll have you guys compliant in no time."I said"What I've seen isn't bad at all."She nodded favourable reception. I followed her into the kitchen where we both poured coffee and sat down at one of the daily round tables that were there for the staff."So narrate me Chuck, what does one do when not working inside the walls of our humble validation ?"I looked at her and inquire if I should differentiate her about Frank Stella. Better judgment prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a reasonable place to eat, I explained my philosophy of breakfast, and then I said I went to my room and watched TV. The lie was understandable. I didn't want to share that I frequented prevention because they might glower on that, and I didn't want them to retrieve that I required a lot of entertainment either.
sweet wattle said she would go crazy if she had to pass her even in a motel room all the time. She said she didn't even like staying in hotels on holiday. I joked and asked her what a vacation was, she smiled a pretty smile and offered that she had far too few of them. She and her Father owned and ran the troupe. They made a line of glacial starter and access that were well received by the public, thus affording them a very beneficial income."So, what does Mrs. chow think of life on the road ?"she asked."Well, it lasted about XVI months, and then she told me that my being away all the time was too much and she left me for a lawyer, who handled her divorce and cleaned me out. The bastard,"Her eyes cast downward as if to say she was sorry for asking. She continued her inquiring,"So you are pretty much a lone wolf ?"she asked knowing the answer before I gave it."I work this way because it fits my lifestyle."I said"I am a devoid spirit, I do what I want to do, I enjoy the road, I wish it were a little more glamourous, but I have found that nearly of the family line I meet out here are echt. You don't find out too many dissimulator. When you meet somebody who drives a truck for a bread and butter, he has a news report that he wants to say, and if you listen you learn something about the homo disembodied spirit. That is what I'm all about ; I record the floor of the human spirit."mimosa bush looked at me with a different perspective than when she first sat down."Would you consider having dinner with me this evening ?"she asked"What about Mr. Cassie ?"I asked."The names Princeton University, had been all my life, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an account."Then sure, I'll have dinner with you."She offered to pick me up at my hotel, but I told her that driving that car into that neighborhood at night would be an spread out invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to meet me at a restaurant in the suburbia near her place, and gave me the address. We agreed to assemble at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner party and early for supper. I imagined that I would have to run through a drive thru on my way to the hotel if I was going to wait that late to eat.
The day went quickly ; I recorded the datum on the existing flora and marked up the drawings they had sent with the dossier. I would kibosh past the FedEx authority on my way to the hotel to send out that day's gathered data for the engineers back place to start processing. I arrived at the hotel to find that Stella and Saul had left me a fruit hoop to give thanks me for my assistance the night before. I noticed that there were no bananas ; I figured Frank Philip Stella had used them to scarf out her starving pussy.
I arrived at the impressive address scented wattle had given me, give thanks goodness for my GPS. I would never have known where to go without it. I parked my modest SUV in the drive, thinking I should probably have parked on the street to save my boss the embarrassment of having it sit there. As I walked to the door a articulation broke my train of thought."Chuck, the door is open, issue forth in and wait for me in the front room."I realized that the vocalisation came from the intercom at the front door. There was a tv camera mounted operating expense, so I was observed as I drove in."Is it okay to leave my car here ?"I stupidly asked."Sure I don't think anybody will steal it."She added facetiously. I heard her chortle as she disconnected from the intercommunication system. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her better I would said it out gimcrack. I sat in the parlor, which was pretty nice, considering it was only the arcsecond or third one I had ever seen. There were picture on the wall, real painting with clash strokes and everything. Each one had a trivial light over the top of it to get off it up for better viewing. The furniture was very comfortable, what I call ass grabbing chairs that suck your ass deep into them and gain it voiceless to get up. I was about to get up and get a better flavour at one of the pieces of sculpture when Acacia farnesiana made her entrance. I have to say, I was blown away. The like woman who at the plant dressed in no nonsense business suits and low heeled horseshoe came into the room in a smoking hot black mini frock that clung to her very nice body. She had on four inch mellow bounder that made her wooden leg look exquisite. Her tomentum was combed out and lay in long smooth Wave down her queer back. missy Princeton was a sister.
"Did you have any trouble finding me ?"she asked. I was so taken by her it took me a minute to respond."Err uhh No."I finally stammered out"GPS"I said in explanation. She held her wrap toward me to get me help her put it on. I was lucky to get that without having to be told. I helped her and we left the sign of the zodiac. When we got outside she pushed in a code on the keypad and the garage door opened exposing the Mercedes."Do you mind if we take my car ?"she asked. I wondered what the hell I might have said. ‘ Oh no, let's take my piece of shit, I'll just have to clean out the front backside so you can sit that gorgeous ass down.'Instead I muttered"No that will be fine."She smiled coyly.
I opened her door and she slid into the passenger seat. I walked around to the driver's side and got in. My palms were a pool of sweat."She pushed the button that started the locomotive and spoke firmly into the articulation recognition system."Bartolini's"the machine responded"Take a rightfulness at the following intersection."And thus started my evening.
Chapter trinity :
Driving the Mercedes was awesome, but looking over into this woman's beautiful human face as I drove surpassed any phantasy that I can call back. Her face was illuminated by the console table ignition. Her tenacious legs appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her peg and turned to face up me."This small eating place lacks the gaudiness that some people enjoy, but it has the most amazing Chicken Masala in the earthly concern, and they have a sizeable, though prosaic wine list."She extended her hired man to smooth her annulus and as she did she scratched her knee joint as if it itched."You'll have to let me know how the breakfast is."She added with a sly smile.
The GPS guided us directly to the valet de chambre parking. I hustled out of the car to spread out her door, but the valet mystify me to it. I watched as her long legs emerged from the seat. She was the epitome of grace. I have no idea why my psyche immediately compared her to Stella, That was like comparing the Mercedes to the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile. They both would get you to where you wanted to go, but there was a John Roy Major divergence in the ride. I was trying my best to act like I'd been to this form of berth before, and actually I had, but she just had me so flustered that I was acting kind of stupid. As we entered the Maître ‘ D greeted us."Good eve Ms. Princeton, so nice to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this eve. I had worn a pair of hoar sharkskin slacks, a pullover knit shirt, and everyday idler. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a moment and then surmised that her lawn boy had more class than I did.
We were seated at"her"table and were immediately greeted by a man who was obviously the owner. He kissed her hired man and asked her why she had been away so long. The raillery continued for what seemed like an eternity until thankfully a steward offered me a nursing bottle of vino for favorable reception, I picked up the vibe and asked if they had it in another yr ? That blew them away, when the Maître ‘ D scoffed at the steward and said take the'65 you fool. It made me look like a brilliance. After everyone had left our tabularize sweet wattle began to express joy."That was marvelous."She cried."The feel on Phillipe's font was priceless."“ Just like Princeton's product"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this joke."Oh, Chuck, you are a hoot."She choked in between deep jest."What would you have done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would make kicked his ass, what did he mean bringing anything but the'65."I answered and with that Cassie screamed with delight.
When the waiter came, she asked if they were still serving breakfast, which caused him to bumble and then rush away as if barb in the gut. She continued to express joy out loud, as a matter of fact she did most of the night. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, sweet acacia had the Chicken Masala and I chose the fettuccini Alfredo with seared runt. We drank the snake pit out of that'65 and ordered another bottle. By the time we ordered afters, we were both feeling niggling pain. Over dinner we talked about the intellectual nourishment industry, I shared some of my favorite repulsion stories about her rival, and she shared the story of how they grew from her grama's kitchen to a sixty million dollar bill a year food monster, making the same affair that she ate as a child."Some people have all the luck,"I threw in"If I made what I grew up eating, I might not be eating breakfast every meal of the day."Her mood changed to melancholy."It hasn't been a perfect ride."She said"My Dad's been very strict with me, limiting my pic to men, keeping me occupy with the business instead of allowing me to experience substantial life."“ wellspring, real life actually sucks."I popped in trying to lighten up her mood. She through her head word back in another deeply belly jape and she reached across the table and kissed me on the cheek. I was slightly surprised by that motility but the future one made me candidate for most gobsmacked person of the year. Her hand ran up my thigh and she squeezed my flabby pecker."I hope the alcohol didn't causal agent you to suffer E.D."she screamed at her own put-on,"Come on let's get out of here."
She and I rushed to the breast door, I was trying to ask about the account, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just saddle it to her account. The gentleman must give birth anticipated our departure because the car rolled up outside as we cleared the threshold. We literally jumped into the car and sped away. She draped herself over my dead body and began to massage my peter."Come on little buddy,"she snickered as she pulled my slide fastener down."Wan na come out and play with Cassie's pussy ?"I was breaking every law known to man driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand down her second joint. I was not really surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties, but I was surprised to retrieve that she had a to the full growth of pussy pilus. She drew her head back and smiled."Do you like what you feel ?"she giggled"Oh yeah,"was all I could get out before she kissed me on the sassing thrusting her tongue trench into my mouth. Now, not only did I not throw complete control of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the driving force I will never know. She threw her door spread and virtually drug me out of the passenger side of the car. The ride over the console was memorable. She shouted a control to the entranceway scheme which unlocked the threshold automatically. We burst into the vestibule and she slammed the doorway behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen putz into her throbbing cunt and we fucked, we didn't make love, we didn't romantically embrace, we fucked, as hard and as fast as both of us could manage. Her pegleg were wrapped around me when I landed on the fundament and take in up to her breasts when she made it back on top. She licked and kissed my face and thorax, she bit my neck. She was absolutely out of control. I loved it. It was Stella on steroid. This fair sex was fucking for all the marbles. She had been denied too long and when she finally got what she was after she was enjoying it to the utmost limit. I was trusted if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial punishment for former withdrawal."After what seemed to be hours, but in realism was probably only twenty to thirty min, she collapsed having just experienced a totally exhausting climax. My peter was still severely, I think out of self-defense, fearing that she would rip it off if it let her down."Wow, leghorn, buy me a drink."She said laughing hard. She rolled over and kissed my cock."Thanks, winky."She said to my now shriveling cock. We got up off the trading floor."semen on upstairs, you're disbursement the night."I began to protest but she just looked at me sternly and said"I pay your rent and I promise a good breakfast in the morning."What could I say. The lady drove a hard bargain.
To be continued :