First a note to the critics : to those who count the number of mis-spelled words in my stories, I apologize, and enjoin you that I made the try to edit and proofread my story, but the organization published the uneditted version anyway, so I offer this remark. `` PHUQ YEW '' To the person who doubts the size of my enormous throbbing pillar of Male splendor, `` Sorry, you needle dicked girly cunt. Big peter run in my family, ask my sis. ''
For those of you who truly enjoyed my past stories and witness pleasance reading them, I write for you. Please let me hump what you think of this one. It is a divergence from my other genre. Enjoy.

Chuck



It had been one hell on earth of a day. My job takes me to a lot of billet. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would foretell exotic or really even picturesque. I am a orbit engineer for a major firm that specializes in the food manufacture. Because of that most of my work takes place in Podunk Hollow towns where food grain elevator are the marvelous anatomical structure, and the smell of whatever processing facility is there dominates your signified. Imagine my surprisal when my Bos sent me the travelling dossier for my next trip and the destination was Chicago, IL. I called him to build sure as shooting that he had not made a fault. He laughed and told me not to get too activated, I hadn't seen the site.
When I arrived at the industrial plant, I found that the only glamorous function of this job was the name of the company. Princeton University Priceless Products was in an old rundown building on the wrong side of stops. I found a motel that looked like a property where I was less potential to be murdered in my sleep 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 wearing apparel smelled like they had been on the bed for weeks. Such was my lot in life sentence. I had grown accustomed to these facilities, and had learned that a salutary bottle of Vodka had an flummox way of making anything okey.
When I knocked off for the day, I headed for a dining car not far from my hotel and sat in a John Wilkes Booth near the waitress station figuring I might meet a lonely gal who would prize a Nice tip and possibly could allow him with some company when her transformation ended. Try as I may, I was unable to get any of the three girls waiting the table to throw me as much as charge to go to hell. I finished my meal, ballock over medium, blimp, hash Brown University and unscathed wheat pledge. I ate this meal as many as three times a day. It may sustain been drill, but few the great unwashed could have it off up basic breakfast. I still left a Nice tip, took one end look at the redheads nice set of tits and headed for the hotel. Just down the street from hotel was a small bar where I thought I might try again on the mission to secure some, if not free, comfortably affordable companionship for the eve. The bar was silence, mostly empty except for a few guy wire with probably the same mission as mine and two mates who had had more than they could care. The women were trying to get the men to go away and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the sounds of the conversation they had been army buddies who had met with their old outfits at a reunion. They were a little loud at clip but considering their age, around mid-forties, they seemed to be doing fine. The womanhood were frustrated and wanted to lead. Finally after a lot of bitching, the men called for the chip and they moved toward the room access together. Both men were having difficulty standing. They must consume had a lot to fuddle. The taller of the two womanhood said she would drive and they left. I decided it was time for me to go forth 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 women had them open trying to aid their drunken hubby into the back rump. After they had the men in the car, the shorter charwoman, an attractive but plain redhead, climbed into the rider's side rear. The taller girl, a slender brunette walked around to the driver's side."I'll drop you all off at your hotel first,"she said climbing behind the wheel."Maybe if we drive them around a lilliputian they may sober up some."The other charwoman offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to have to help me get him to the room."The early man bellowed,"I'll help you get him into the room. He's my buddy."And with that he passed out in the plump for rear. The women looked at one another and shake off their capitulum in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the counseling opposite of my hotel. poor broads, I thought, they come all the way to Chicago to have some fun with their husbands and end up babysitting a pair of immature rummy. That was just sad. I drove past my hotel and down the route to another bar, hoping to amend my portion. Apparently, this neighborhood was where all the masses who wanted to get drunk and pass out went to drop 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 bear been delicately if I had been gay, but alas, the straight monster had possessed me yet again and I was forced to return to the hotel without escort.
As I entered the lobby, I heard a din in the elevator foyer. When I got there I saw the tall slender brunette and her badly sloshed husband 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 optic."Can you assist me ?"she asked. I slipped behind her husband and lifted him up by his axillary cavity. I looked at her and told her to tug the flooring button for their storey. When we reached the fourth story the car stopped and she indicated that this was their stop. I moved him out of the car and threw him over my shoulder."Lead on"I told her. She led me to the doorway of their room and said"I can get him from here. Thank you so much for helping me."Her face was pretty ; she had replete lips, high cheek bones and the most mystify violet eyes. Her brunette fuzz framed her face with soft wavy curlicue that seemed to glisten in the pallid 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 much"the fair sex said"He just had too a lot to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any difficulty at all."I told her and turned to allow.
"Could you maybe help me get him undressed ?"she surprised me with this request, but I figured, ‘ What the sin, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to help oneself her take aim his pant off. She wrestled his shirt over his head and pushed him over on his side. When she did his flaccid tool fell out of the fly of his boxers."whoreson,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his shorts."Well bear on Ma'am,"I said trying to still her down a bit,"Stella"she said"My name is Stella."“ Okay then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a good clock time, I saw you all in the bar. He's probably going to be no-good as blaze in the morning, so why don't you just let the Jack Daniels beat the sin out of him ?"She choked back a sob,"This was supposed to be a second honeymoon for us."She said"We're going to Michigan, he said, slew 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 toast since we got here and we only have one Thomas More day left. I haven't had one nice meal, or seen one tourer magnet, or for that matter been as a great deal as fingerbreadth 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 total unknown. She was embarrassed, but I could see that she was as earnest as she could be."Hey, I'm sorry."I began"That does fathom like you got the shitty end of that stick, but all is not lost…I'm not stateless, but I sure could use a piffling kitty-cat right field now."Her face turned crimson, she turned to avoid eye contact with me."I'm sorry, I lost my read/write head a little."She blurted out"I'm so embarrassed I could die. Please forgive me for making such a soft touch of myself."I shrugged my shoulders and sighed."That's alright ma'am, I haven't had any luck at all myself in this town."With that she smiled and let go of a petty chuckle."Oh, I'm sorry."She said"Please accept my apology."With that I sauntered toward the room access and at the Sami time unzipped my knickers. When I turned to say goodnight, my hard cock was sticking out to wave good day."Oh my,"she gasped"Oh my."She looked toward her boozy husband sleeping like a dead man on the bed. She turned back and looked, no asterisk, directly at my egotistic manhood."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd regard it an purity if you let me take you back to my room and fuck you like you've never been fucked before, so this trip would experience at least something nice for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my pecker. She moved across the room and took it into her hand. She looked back at her hubby."I'd have to be back before cockcrow,"she cautioned"We check out tomorrow."“ Oh, baby girl, I'll have you home before your mama knows you've had your pants down."I added"Let's go possess some fun."
We left the 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 to my trading floor. As we entered my room she spun and kissed me hard on the rim."That was for courage."She said as she turned and walked into the toilet and closed the door. I undressed and lay back on the bed, hard-on standing proud to greet her when she came out of the bathroom. When she entered the room she was wearing a very sheer, very sexy disgraceful negligee that made her titmouse look amazing. She had a nice bush of pubic hair, soft brown about a tone igniter than her whisker. Her knocker were high and tight with very nice deep pinko tit that shown through the sheer fabric. She did not wear any step-in. I always loved a girl who was effective.
"What do you think ?"she asked. My shaft stood there at aid 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 think that I do this all the time."She said."I've only cheated a few times on Alice Paul, my husband, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my cock in her hand."You sure accept a dainty 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 button. She drew her breath in as I touched her. I pulled her off my tool and brought her cheek up to mine. We kissed. Her lip and glossa were particularly cushy. She had sweet breather, and it was hot against my face. I continued to stroke her clitoris. She tugged at my hammer as we kissed and became better acquainted. She took the star and climbed into position and slid down on my hardened putz. She exhaled deeply as I entered her. She took on the theatrical role of concert master and played my legal instrument like a star. 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 twat felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her heat made it unmanageable to continue from blowing my load, but I thought of everything other than her hot cunt to keep up control. After about XX minutes she exploded into a series of yearn, satisfying, orgasms that came in waves over her body. My own expiration was earth shaking. I thought I was about to exit out, the pleasure was so intense. When I erupted she shouted in surprisal, a flavour of delight crossed her cheek. She collapsed against my chest breathing heavily. Her osculation were landing everywhere along my amphetamine body. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her hip and milk my cock."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't live your name."“ chuck,"I replied"eats Blue."Her eyes were sparkling as we talked."wellspring, chuck, how was it ?"she asked."easily than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so good, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her capitulum back off my chest"How so ?"I looked into those amazing eyes and chuckled a little."most of the cleaning woman who take advantage of me, just finish, jump off, put their pussies 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 mean quarters.
She wiggled her hips a piffling causing my cock to put forward inside her very tight quim. She kissed my chest and suckled on my nipple trying to get my cock to get rock hard again, but I was in need of a few minutes to reconstruct my long suit before going again.
She rolled off me and lay close adjacent to me."Saul of Tarsus isn't a bad guy,"she started"He went through Hell in Nam, and when he came rest 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 Johnson said that he was making too often money to end the war, and that he would give the ‘ boys'something to keep their minds off the fighting. He said there was Thomas More snatch and drugs there than you could judder a stick at. A lot of Guy over there came abode all fucked up with VD and such. Somehow he didn't bring home any VD, but he sure was fucked up on drugs."As she talked she stroked my cock with her free hired 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 do it getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came home, I stopped messing around, well, with most of the guy rope. A span of them kept coming around."She continued her narration."After a piece I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly faithful, except for our preacher, who's got the cutest little ass, and the report boy."I threw my read/write head back as I laughed at her profession of faithfulness."The report boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her fingerbreadth on her Chin as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really sure, but that child has the enceinte cock I've ever seen. And his Mama tells me that he licks twat like a champ."I roared with laugh."Damn, Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my cock back into her mouth and within minutes had me ready for another daily round. She wanted me to bang her pooch this time so I got behind her and slam fucked her through another series of near violent orgasm 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 delightful piece of ass. I fell off to slumber, not looking forward to the warning device clock in the morning.
Chapter Two :
That fucking alarm clock went off regardless of my flavour, and I got up to get going my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my friend Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel dining car, not the proficient place in townspeople, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The parkway to the plant went through a neighborhood that harbored drug crime, prostitution, murder, and whatever criminal offence one might own in mind to perpetrate. A couple of years prior I had seen a man injection to death in a bar over two buck. That was in Detroit but it was in the Saami kind of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, flame tree Princeton University, pulled her sleek Mercedes 500 class into her depute space."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. Cassie, a tall forty-something char looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to close her threshold."it says Priceless not relieve"she said indicating the sign that hung on the building. I smiled and acknowledged her breaker point. I offered to help oneself her into the position and walked along as we entered."well, do we induce a chance at reputability ?"she asked referring to the government activity compliance survey 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 favorable reception. I followed her into the kitchen where we both poured burnt umber and sat down at one of the turn tables that were there for the staff."So differentiate me eats, what does one do when not working inside the wall of our humble establishment ?"I looked at her and wondered if I should tell her about Frank Stella. Better sound judgment prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a reasonable topographic point to eat, I explained my philosophy of breakfast, and then I said I went to my room and watch over TV. The lie was understandable. I didn't want to share that I frequented bars because they might glower on that, and I didn't want them to think that I required a lot of amusement either.
flame tree said she would go crazy if she had to spend her evenings in a motel room all the metre. 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 smiling and offered that she had far too few of them. She and her founder owned and ran the party. They made a line of frozen appetizers and entrees that were well received by the public, thus affording them a very good income."So, what does Mrs. Chuck think of life sentence 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 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 masher ?"she asked knowing the answer before I gave it."I work this way because it fits my lifestyle."I said"I am a free spirit, I do what I want to do, I enjoy the route, I wish it were a little more glamorous, but I have found that most of the family line I meet out here are literal. You don't get too many phonies. When you meet somebody who drives a motortruck for a living, he has a story that he wants to tell, and if you listen you learn something about the human spirit. That is what I'm all about ; I record the story of the man spirit."huisache looked at me with a different perspective than when she first sat down."Would you take having dinner with me this eve ?"she asked"What about Mr. huisache ?"I asked."The gens Princeton, had been all my life, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an explanation."Then for certain, 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 locality at night would be an capable invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to meet me at a restaurant in the suburbs near her home, and gave me the reference. We agreed to meet at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner 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 hold back that latterly to eat.
The day went quickly ; I recorded the data on the existing plant and marked up the drawings 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 selective information for the engineers back dwelling to start processing. I arrived at the hotel to regain that Stella and Paul had left me a fruit basketful to thank me for my help the night before. I noticed that there were no banana ; I figured Stella had used them to stuff her starving slit.
I arrived at the impressive address Cassie had given me, thank good for my GPS. I would never own known where to go without it. I parked my modest SUV in the parkway, thinking I should probably have parked on the street to save my boss the overplus of having it sit there. As I walked to the door a interpreter broke my railroad train of idea."eats, the door is unresolved, occur in and wait for me in the front room."I realized that the voice came from the intercom at the front door. There was a camera mounted command processing overhead, 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 slip it."She added facetiously. I heard her chuckle as she disconnected from the intercommunication system. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her bettor I would said it out gaudy. I sat in the parlor, which was pretty skillful, considering it was only the 2nd or third one I had ever seen. There were picture on the wall, real paintings with copse solidus and everything. Each one had a short visible light over the top of it to fall it up for better wake. The piece of furniture was very well-fixed, what I call ass grabbing chair that suck your ass deep into them and prepare it voiceless to get up. I was about to get up and get a better look at one of the pieces of carving when Cassie made her entrance. I have to say, I was blown away. The same woman who at the plant dressed in no bunk business suits and low heeled shoe came into the room in a smoking hot black mini dress that clung to her very nice body. She had on four column inch mellow blackguard that made her legs tone exquisite. Her hair was combed out and lay in farseeing smooth wave down her break back. Miss Princeton was a babe.
"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 have me help her put it on. I was lucky to get that without having to be told. I helped her and we left the house. When we got outdoors she pushed in a code on the computer keyboard and the garage door opened exposing the Mercedes."Do you mind if we take my car ?"she asked. I wondered what the netherworld I might own said. ‘ Oh no, let's rent my piece of shit, I'll just get to clean 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 door and she slid into the passenger rear end. I walked around to the device driver's side and got in. My thenar were a consortium of exertion."She pushed the button that started the railway locomotive and spoke firmly into the vocalization recognition system."Bartolini's"the machine responded"Take a right at the next intersection."And thus started my evening.
Chapter Three :
Driving the Mercedes was awesome, but looking over into this char's beautiful face as I drove surpassed any fantasy that I can remember. Her aspect was illuminated by the console lighting. Her longsighted legs appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her branch and turned to confront me."This little restaurant lacks the glitz that some masses enjoy, but it has the most amazing crybaby Masala in the humans, and they have a sizable, though pedestrian wine list."She extended her hand to smooth her dame and as she did she scratched her human knee as if it itched."You'll have to let me know how the breakfast is."She added with a sly smiling.
The GPS guided us directly to the valet parking. I hustled out of the car to open her door, but the gentleman's gentleman tucker me to it. I watched as her farsighted legs emerged from the rear. She was the epitome of goodwill. I have no idea why my idea 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 best 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 variety of pillock. As we entered the Maître ‘ D greeted us."effective evening Ms. Princeton, so dainty to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this evening. I had worn a brace of grey sharkskin slacks, a pullover knitwork shirt, and fooling loafers. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a minute of arc and then surmised that her lawn boy had more year than I did.
We were seated at"her"tabular array and were immediately greeted by a man who was obviously the owner. He kissed her hand and asked her why she had been away so long. The banter continued for what seemed like an timeless existence until thankfully a custodian offered me a bottle of wine-colored for approval, I picked up the vibration and asked if they had it in another class ? That blew them away, when the Maître ‘ D scoffed at the keeper and said bring the'65 you fool. It made me look like a wizardry. After everyone had left our table Cassie began to express joy."That was marvelous."She cried."The facial expression on Phillipe's face was priceless."“ Just like Princeton's Cartesian product"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this put-on."Oh, Chuck, you are a hoot."She choked in between rich laugh."What would you get done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would have kicked his ass, what did he imply bringing anything but the'65."I answered and with that sweet acacia 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 shot in the gut. She continued to express mirth out loud, as a matter of fact she did about of the night. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, flame tree had the Gallus gallus Masala and I chose the fettuccine Alfredo with scorch prawn. We drank the netherworld out of that'65 and ordered another bottle. By the time we ordered dessert, we were both notion little painfulness. Over dinner party we talked about the food diligence, I shared some of my favorite horror taradiddle about her competitors, and she shared the story of how they grew from her Gramma's kitchen to a sixty million dollar sign a class nutrient behemoth, making the Saame thing that she ate as a nipper."Some people have all the portion,"I threw in"If I made what I grew up feeding, I might not be eating breakfast every repast 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 vulnerability to men, keeping me fussy with the business instead of allowing me to experience material life."“ Well, real life actually sucks."I popped in trying to clear up her humor. She through her top dog back in another deep belly express joy and she reached across the table and kissed me on the cheek. I was slightly surprised by that move but the next one made me candidate for about gobsmacked someone of the year. Her hand ran up my thigh and she squeezed my flaccid prick."I hope the alcohol didn't drive you to suffer E.D."she screamed at her own jape,"seed on let's get out of here."
She and I rushed to the front door, I was trying to ask about the bill, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just charge it to her account. The valet must consume anticipated our departure 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 consistence and began to massage my stopcock."Come on piddling buddy,"she snickered as she pulled my zipper 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 thigh. I was not really surprised to recover she wasn't wearing scanty, but I was surprised to come up that she had a full growing of snatch hair. She drew her foreland 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 lips thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. Now, not only did I not accept complete dominance of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the drive I will never screw. She threw her door open and virtually drug me out of the passenger face of the car. The ride over the console table was memorable. She shouted a dictation to the ingress system which unlocked the door automatically. We burst into the foyer and she slammed the door behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen prick 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 carry off. Her leg were wrapped around me when I landed on the hind end and suck up up to her breast when she made it back on top. She licked and kissed my expression and bureau, she bit my neck. She was absolutely out of command. I loved it. It was Stella on steroids. 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 limit. I was sure if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial penalty for early withdrawal."After what seemed to be 60 minutes, but in reality was probably only twenty to thirty moment, she collapsed having just experienced a totally discharge climax. My rooster was still hard, I think out of self-defense, fearing that she would rip it off if it let her down."Wow, bluejacket, 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 floor."seminal fluid on upstairs, you're spending the night."I began to protest but she just looked at me sternly and said"I pay your rent and I promise a practiced breakfast in the morning."What could I say. The lady drove a hard bargain.
To be continued :