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Chuck



It had been one underworld of a day. My job takes me to a lot of places. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would call exotic or really even picturesque. I am a bailiwick engine driver for a major business firm that specializes in the food manufacture. Because of that most of my piece of work takes place in Podunk holler townsfolk where grain lift are the tallest social organization, and the olfactory property of whatever processing adeptness is there dominates your senses. Imagine my surprise when my boss sent me the travel dossier for my next trip and the destination was Michigan, IL. I called him to seduce certainly that he had not made a mistake. He laughed and told me not to get too excited, I hadn't seen the site.
When I arrived at the plant life, I found that the only glamorous part of this job was the name of the company. Princeton Priceless Products was in an old summation construction on the legal injury side of Chicago. I found a motel that looked like a property where I was less likely to be murdered in my nap and checked in. The hotel was old and the article of furniture and décor was tired and worn out. The bed felt a little like a box of rocks, and the bed wearing apparel smelled like they had been on the bed for week. Such was my lot in life. I had grown accustomed to these facilities, and had learned that a good bottle of Vodka had an astonish way of making anything fine.
When I knocked off for the day, I headed for a diner not far from my hotel and sat in a cubicle near the waitress station figuring I might meet a lonely gal who would revalue a nice tip and possibly could provide him with some company when her duty period ended. Try as I may, I was unable to get any of the three girls waiting the tables to collapse me as much as charge to go to hell. I finished my meal, orchis over medium, sausage balloon, hasheesh brown and altogether wheat toast. I ate this meal as many as three times a day. It may throw been oil production, but few people could fuck up basic breakfast. I still left a nice tip, took one last facial expression at the redheads gracious set of tits and headed for the hotel. Just down the street from hotel was a belittled bar where I thought I might try again on the mission to guarantee some, if not free, comfortably low-cost company for the eve. The bar was quiet, mostly empty except for a few guys with probably the like deputation as mine and two pair who had had more than they could handle. The cleaning lady were trying to get the men to go out and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the sounds of the conversation they had been United States Army brother who had met with their old outfit at a reunion. They were a little loud at prison term but considering their age, around forties, they seemed to be doing fine. The cleaning woman were frustrated and wanted to entrust. 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 give birth had a lot to drink. The taller of the two women said she would ride and they left. I decided it was time 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 room access on both slope and the char had them open trying to assist their drunken husbands into the back can. After they had the men in the car, the shorter woman, an attractive but patent redheaded woodpecker, climbed into the passenger's slope tooshie. The taller girl, a slender brunette walked around to the number one wood's side."I'll drop you all off at your hotel first,"she said climbing behind the bike."Maybe if we drive them around a slight they may sober up some."The early woman offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to have to help me get him to the room."The other man bellowed,"I'll assist you get him into the elbow room. He's my buddy."And with that he passed out in the spinal column seat. The char looked at one another and shook their heads in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the charge opposite word of my hotel. Poor broads, I thought, they come all the way to Chicago to ingest some fun with their husbands and end up babysitting a brace of immature drunk. That was just sad. I drove past times my hotel and down the road to another bar, hoping to ameliorate my luck. Apparently, this neck of the woods was where all the people who wanted to get drunk and mountain pass out went to spend their eve. I stayed about an 60 minutes, having a few drinkable and talking with the bartender, who was nice, but not my eccentric. He would have been amercement if I had been gay, but alas, the heterosexual daemon had possessed me yet again and I was forced to yield to the hotel without bodyguard.
As I entered the foyer, I heard a commotion in the elevator entrance hall. When I got there I saw the tall slender brunet and her badly sloshed married man trying to get into the elevator."Goddammit, St. Paul,"she blurted out,"Try to stand up, you asshole."Her husband was sliding down the wall unable to take the air into the car. She looked at me with pleading optic."Can you help me ?"she asked. I slipped behind her husband and lifted him up by his armpits. 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 berm."jumper cable on"I told her. She led me to the door of their room and said"I can get him from here. Thank you so much for helping me."Her face was pretty ; she had to the full lips, high impudence bones and the most mystify violet oculus. Her brunette hair framed her face with soft wavy curls that seemed to shine 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 doorway and held it as I walked in and threw her husband down onto the bed."Thank you so practically"the adult female said"He just had too very much to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any worry at all."I told her and turned to bequeath.
"Could you maybe help me get him unclothe ?"she surprised me with this asking, but I figured, ‘ What the hell on earth, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to aid her take his pant off. She wrestled his shirt over his head and pushed him over on his position. When she did his flaccid shaft fell out of the fly of his boxers."motherfucker,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his shorts."Well arrest on Ma'am,"I said trying to lull her down a bit,"Stella"she said"My public figure is Stella."“ OK then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a right clock time, I saw you all in the bar. He's probably going to be sorry as hellhole in the good morning, so why don't you just let the Jack Daniel beat the nether region out of him ?"She choked back a sob,"This was supposed to be a second honeymoon for us."She said"We're going to Chicago, he said, gobs of nice places to eat and see, he said, and when we are in the hotel alone we can get a little crazy….Fuck he's been drunk since we got here and we only have one to a greater extent day left. I haven't had one gracious meal, or seen one tourist drawing card, or for that issue been as often as finger fucked in four twenty-four hours. I am so horny, and I'd just about fuck a homeless person guy if he came onto me right now."She looked at me and realized that her ranting was directed at a total stranger. She was embarrassed, but I could see that she was as sincere as she could be."Hey, I'm sorry."I began"That does go like you got the crappy end of that joint, but all is not lost…I'm not homeless, but I sure could use a petty puss right now."Her boldness turned crimson, she turned to fend off eye contact with me."I'm sorry, I lost my head a little."She blurted out"I'm so embarrassed I could die. Please forgive me for making such a mark of myself."I shrugged my articulatio humeri 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 niggling chuckle."Oh, I'm sorry."She said"Please have my apology."With that I sauntered toward the room access and at the same time unzipped my pant. When I turned to say goodnight, my laborious cock was sticking out to brandish goodbye."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 conceited manhood."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd think it an honor if you let me take you back to my elbow room and fuck you like you've never been fucked before, so this trip would stimulate at to the lowest degree something skillful for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my cock. She moved across the elbow room and took it into her hand. She looked back at her husband."I'd have to be back before morn,"she cautioned"We check out tomorrow."“ Oh, babe girl, I'll have you home before your mammy knows you've had your pants down."I added"Let's go have some fun."
We left the room after she had collected her key and grabbed a nighty from her suitcase. We walked down the manor hall to the stairs, and walked down the flight to my story. As we entered my room she spun and kissed me hard on the mouth."That was for courage."She said as she turned and walked into the bathroom and closed the threshold. I undressed and lay back on the bed, hard-on standing proud to recognize her when she came out of the bathroom. When she entered the room she was wearing a very sheer, very sexy black peignoir that made her tits look amazing. She had a gracious bush of pubic hair, flabby Brown University about a refinement lighter than her haircloth. Her breasts were high and tight with very courteous deep garden pink nipples that shown through the sheer fabric. She did not wear any pantie. I always loved a girl who was efficient.
"What do you intend ?"she asked. My dick stood there at attending as if the National anthem was playing."Very nice."was all that I was able to say. She came and knelt on the bed."I don't want you to mean that I do this all the time."She said."I've only cheated a few clock time on Paul, my married man, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my pecker in her mitt."You sure possess a prissy dick."She said,"I could get used to this one."She leaned down and took it into her mouth. My bridge player 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 hammer and brought her face up to mine. We kissed. Her lips and clapper were particularly flabby. She had sweet breath, and it was hot against my cheek. I continued to stroke her clit. She tugged at my rooster as we kissed and became better acquainted. She took the lead 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 and played my instrumental role like a superstar. She was cumming in minutes and became very animated as she picked up her tempo. Her hips slammed down against my rose hip and her pussy felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her heat made it difficult to save from blowing my load, but I thought of everything other than her hot cunt to maintain control. After about XX minute of arc she exploded into a series of long, satisfying, orgasms that came in waves over her body. My own going was dry land shaking. I thought I was about to drop dead out, the delight was so intense. When I erupted she shouted in surprisal, a flavour of delectation crossed her font. She collapsed against my bureau breathing heavily. Her kisses were landing everywhere along my upper body. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her hips and milk my dick."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't know your name."“ Chuck,"I replied"Chuck Blue."Her eyes were sparkling as we talked."Well, Chuck, how was it ?"she asked."advantageously than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so good, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her head back off my chest"How so ?"I looked into those amazing eyes and chuckled a little."well-nigh of the charwoman who take advantage of me, just close, jump off, put their pussycat away and leave."She burst into laughter."Oh, I see."She continued to express mirth,"Well, I'm not that kind of girl."She said. We were still joined at the groin, so our talk was in pretty mingy quarters.
She wiggled her hips a little causing my cock to conjure up inside her very tight quim. She kissed my chest and suckled on my tit trying to get my cock to get rock hard again, but I was in need of a few minutes to rebuild my persuasiveness before going again.
She rolled off me and lay close next to me."Paul the Apostle isn't a bad guy,"she started"He went through inferno 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 military personnel so we wouldn't win. He said that his C.O. told him that Johnson said that he was making too lots money to end the war, and that he would give the ‘ boys'something to restrain their minds off the fighting. He said there was Thomas More pussycat and drugs there than you could shake a stick at. A lot of guys over there came house all fucked up with VD and such. Somehow he didn't bring plate any VD, but he sure was fucked up on drugs."As she talked she stroked my cock with her costless helping 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 have it off getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came place, I stopped messing around, well, with well-nigh of the hombre. A couple of them kept coming around."She continued her story."After a while I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly close, except for our preacher, who's got the thinned footling ass, and the paper boy."I threw my head back as I laughed at her profession of faithfulness."The paper boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her finger on her Kuki as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really sure as shooting, but that baby has the biggest cock I've ever seen. And his mummy tells me that he licks kitty-cat like a champ."I roared with laugh."shucks, Frank Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my cock back into her oral cavity and within minutes had me set for another round. She wanted me to fuck her doggy this time so I got behind her and slam fucked her through another series of come on fierce climax 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 score such an unexpected and delicious small-arm of ass. I fell off to kip, not looking forward to the alarm clock in the forenoon.
Chapter Two :
That fucking warning device clock went off regardless of my feelings, and I got up to come out my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my friend Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel diner, not the best seat in townsfolk, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The drive to the industrial plant went through a neighborhood that harbored drug criminal offense, prostitution, murder, and whatever offense one might have in mind to institutionalise. A span of twelvemonth 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 form of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, Cassie Princeton, pulled her sleek Mercedes 500 social class into her doom space."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. cassie, a improbable forty-something cleaning lady looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to close her threshold."it says Priceless not barren"she said indicating the sign that hung on the edifice. I smiled and acknowledged her tip. I offered to help her into the office and walked along as we entered."wellspring, do we own a chance at respectability ?"she asked referring to the political science abidance report I was conducting for the firm."We'll have you guys compliant in no time."I said"What I've seen isn't bad at all."She nodded approval. I followed her into the kitchen where we both poured coffee and sat down at one of the bout tables that were there for the faculty."So tell me grub, what does one do when not working inside the bulwark of our humble establishment ?"I looked at her and inquire if I should tell her about Frank Philip Stella. Better sound judgment prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a sane office to eat, I explained my philosophy of breakfast, and then I said I went to my way and look on TV. The lie was graspable. I didn't want to share that I frequented Browning automatic rifle because they might frown on that, and I didn't want them to think that I required a lot of entertainment either.
Cassie said she would go crazy if she had to drop her evenings in a motel room all the time. She said she didn't even like staying in hotels on vacation. 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 fellowship. They made a line of icy appetiser and entrees that were well received by the public, thus affording them a very good income."So, what does Mrs. chow think of life story on the route ?"she asked."Well, it lasted about sixteen months, and then she told me that my being away all the time was too very much and she left me for a attorney, 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 questioning,"So you are pretty much a lone skirt chaser ?"she asked knowing the answer before I gave it."I work this way because it fits my lifestyle."I said"I am a disengage tone, I do what I want to do, I enjoy the route, I wish it were a little more glamorous, but I have found that about of the folks I meet out here are genuine. You don't find too many phonies. When you meet somebody who drives a truck for a living, he has a story that he wants to distinguish, and if you listen you learn something about the man spirit. That is what I'm all about ; I record the story of the man spirit."sweet wattle looked at me with a different perspective than when she first sat down."Would you regard having dinner with me this evening ?"she asked"What about Mr. Cassie ?"I asked."The public figure Princeton, had been all my animation, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an account."Then sure as shooting, I'll have dinner with you."She offered to cull me up at my hotel, but I told her that driving that car into that neighborhood at Nox would be an unresolved invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to meet me at a eating place in the suburbia near her rest home, and gave me the savoir-faire. We agreed to meet at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner party and early for supper. I imagined that I would have to run through a cause thru on my way to the hotel if I was going to await that late to eat.
The day went quickly ; I recorded the data on the existing industrial plant and marked up the draught they had sent with the dossier. I would stop past the FedEx office on my way to the hotel to send that day's gathered information for the engineers back home to start processing. I arrived at the hotel to find that Frank Philip Stella and Apostle Paul had left me a fruit basket to thank me for my help the dark before. I noticed that there were no bananas ; I figured Stella had used them to stuff her starving pussy.
I arrived at the impressive address Cassie had given me, thank goodness for my GPS. I would never have known where to go without it. I parked my minor SUV in the drive, thinking I should probably possess parked on the street to lay aside my boss the plethora of having it sit there. As I walked to the door a voice broke my gear of sentiment."Chuck, the door is open, add up in and wait for me in the strawman room."I realized that the interpreter came from the intercom at the presence room access. There was a photographic camera mounted operating expense, so I was observed as I drove in."Is it okay to result my car here ?"I stupidly asked."Sure I don't think anybody will steal it."She added facetiously. I heard her chuckle as she disconnected from the intercom. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her better I would said it out loud. I sat in the parlor, which was pretty nice, considering it was only the indorse or third one I had ever seen. There were house painting on the wall, literal paintings with brush strokes and everything. Each one had a slight light over the top of it to illumine it up for serious showing. The furniture was very well-situated, what I call ass grabbing chairs that suck your ass deep into them and take a crap it hard to get up. I was about to get up and get a better look at one of the pieces of sculpture when Cassie made her entrance. I have to say, I was blown away. The same fair sex who at the plant dressed in no nonsense business lawsuit and low heeled horseshoe came into the room in a smoking hot Black person mini frock that clung to her very nice physical structure. She had on four inch highschool heels that made her legs look exquisite. Her hair was combed out and lay in tenacious smooth wave down her exposed back. Miss Princeton was a sister.
"Did you have any problem 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 account. She held her wrap toward me to have me facilitate her put it on. I was favourable to get that without having to be told. I helped her and we left the house. When we got out of doors she pushed in a code on the keypad and the service department door opened exposing the Mercedes."Do you bear in mind if we take my car ?"she asked. I wondered what the hell I might induce said. ‘ Oh no, let's take my piece of turd, I'll just hold to scavenge out the front seat so you can sit that gorgeous ass down.'Instead I muttered"No that will be fine."She smiled coyly.
I opened her doorway and she slid into the passenger rear. I walked around to the driver's side and got in. My palms were a pool of sweat."She pushed the release that started the locomotive and spoke firmly into the voice acknowledgement system of rules."Bartolini's"the car responded"Take a right at the next intersection."And thus started my evening.
Chapter Three :
Driving the Mercedes was awful, but looking over into this charwoman's beautiful face as I drove surpassed any fantasy that I can remember. Her face was illuminated by the console ignition. Her long legs appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her legs and turned to face me."This little restaurant lacks the glitz that some people enjoy, but it has the most amazing Chicken Masala in the world, and they have a tidy, though pedestrian wine-colored list."She extended her hand to smooth her skirt and as she did she scratched her knee as if it itched."You'll have to let me make out how the breakfast is."She added with a sly grinning.
The GPS guided us directly to the valet parking. I hustled out of the car to open up her door, but the valet beat me to it. I watched as her longsighted legs emerged from the tail. She was the epitome of seemliness. I have no thought why my mind 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 major difference in the ride. I was trying my just to act like I'd been to this kind of place 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 evening Ms. Princeton, so dainty to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this evening. I had worn a twosome of gray-haired sharkskin slacks, a pullover knit shirt, and nonchalant layabout. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a arcminute and then surmised that her lawn boy had more class than I did.
We were seated at"her"tabular array and were immediately greeted by a man who was obviously the proprietor. He kissed her paw and asked her why she had been away so long. The give-and-take continued for what seemed like an eternity until thankfully a steward offered me a bottleful of wine for approval, I picked up the vibration and asked if they had it in another twelvemonth ? That blew them away, when the Maître ‘ D scoffed at the keeper and said institute the'65 you fool. It made me see like a genius. After everyone had left our shelve Cassie began to express joy."That was marvelous."She cried."The look on Phillipe's facial expression was priceless."“ Just like Princeton's product"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this caper."Oh, grub, you are a hoot."She choked in between deep jest."What would you ingest done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would receive 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 stammer and then rush away as if shot in the gut. She continued to express mirth out loud, as a matter of fact she did well-nigh of the night. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, flame tree had the Chicken Masala and I chose the fettuccini Alfredo with singe half-pint. We drank the perdition out of that'65 and ordered another bottle. By the time we ordered sweet, we were both flavor little pain in the ass. Over dinner we talked about the food industry, I shared some of my pet repugnance stories about her competitors, and she shared the chronicle of how they grew from her gramma grass's kitchen to a sixty million dollar a year food giant, making the same matter that she ate as a child."Some citizenry have all the fate,"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 exposure to men, keeping me busy with the business instead of allowing me to experience substantial life."“ Well, real life actually sucks."I popped in trying to clear her mood. She through her head back in another deep belly express mirth and she reached across the table and kissed me on the impertinence. I was slightly surprised by that move but the next one made me candidate for virtually gobsmacked person of the class. Her bridge player ran up my thigh and she squeezed my soft dick."I hope the alcohol didn't cause you to suffer E.D."she screamed at her own joke,"come on let's get out of here."
She and I rushed to the front room access, I was trying to ask about the circular, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just charge it to her explanation. The valet must make anticipated our passing because the car rolled up outside as we cleared the door. We literally jumped into the car and sped away. She draped herself over my physical structure and began to rub down my cock."cum on little buddy,"she snickered as she pulled my zip down."Wan na occur out and play with Cassie's slit ?"I was breaking every law known to man driving with one hand on the wheel and one hired hand down her thigh. I was not really surprised to see she wasn't wearing step-in, but I was surprised to happen that she had a wide-cut emergence of pussy hair. She drew her promontory 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 lip thrusting her tongue deep into my oral fissure. Now, not only did I not have discharge control of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the drive I will never eff. She threw her threshold subject and virtually drug me out of the passenger face of the car. The drive over the console was memorable. She shouted a command to the entering system of rules which unlocked the door automatically. We burst into the foyer and she slammed the room access behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen cock into her throbbing slit 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 legs were wrapped around me when I landed on the nates and drawn up to her breasts when she made it back on top. She licked and kissed my font and chest, she bit my neck. She was absolutely out of control. I loved it. It was Stella on steroid. This woman was fucking for all the wits. She had been denied too long and when she finally got what she was after she was enjoying it to the maximum bound. I was certain if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial penalty for early withdrawal."After what seemed to be hours, but in world was probably only twenty to thirty minute, she collapsed having just experienced a totally exhausting orgasm. My prick was still hard, I think out of self-defense, fearing that she would rip it off if it let her down."Wow, sailor, buy me a drink."She said laughing hard. She rolled over and kissed my pecker."Thanks, winky."She said to my now shriveling stopcock. We got up off the base."seed on upstairs, you're disbursal 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 noblewoman drove a voiceless bargain.
To be continued :