Sleazy like Sunday morning #4 - More paperback smut.

It was a long hard year for the two. With their careers taking up most of their time, they'd both been in need of some sort of stimulus. Although they hadn't spoken in a while, their lives were running parallel to each others and on the night their paths crossed, it was obvious that they had found their stimuli in one another.

Beth, the younger of the pair, was burning the candle at both ends it seemed. She'd been putting in a minimum of twelve hour days at the theatre, six days a week in a blurred mixture of rehearsals and evening performances. She was a dancer mainly, but in this production she was to play a sizable part that demanded she learn enough lines to fill half a bible. Since her childhood she'd dreamt of running her own company and she was now closer than ever to achieving her dream, but the constant grind was starting to take its toll. Earlier in the day she had jokingly confessed to another member of the company that she'd only slept a total of six hours in the last forty eight. Her body, sore and throbbing. Her mind, scattered and foggy. With her relentless approach to achieving her dreams she knew she'd burn out, but fought it every night as she faced the crowded theatre. As she'd say her lines she'd peer into the faces of them all. The critics sat there with their note pads while the theatre buffs stared toward the stage. Some were smiling, but others warmed their seats wearing such serious expressions that one could confuse them with high court judges. Come to think of it... judges they were. All of them and every night was a trial that she'd have to fight her way through. Even with all the pressure that came along with it, she wouldn't have it any other way. She was following her heart.

Rick on the other hand didn't have half the trappings. His life, although seriously structured, afforded him far more time to dream and lay about than most of his peers. As the branch manager of an airport area car rental business, his level of activity depended on the number of people that needed a vehicle. Some days it was through the roof, but there were others where he didn't see another living, breathing being at all. Of course, this did little to change the fact that he was there everyday. Ten years ago he told himself that he'd only work there for a year or two,  just to raise enough money to start his own business. A diner. He wasn't necessarily into cooking at all, but the idea of having something that would be open twenty four hours where folks could come in and take a load off was the most appealing thing he could think of to do with his future. There was something appetizing about the cranky, senior citizen waitress and the just making it to decent coffee that grabbed him. It was an idea that he had gotten when he was in his twenties and spent his time reading books in the rearmost booth of a Waffle House at 3:00 AM. He liked the vibe. Naturally, like most achievable dreams, things tend to get in the way and money ends up needing to be shifted from one credit card to another. Then, before you know it... you're still the branch manager of the Rocket Rent a Car Agency which sits exactly one half mile from the airport and you realize that you'll never compete with the Denny's down the lane.

Sleazy like Sunday Morning: #3 in my Paperback sleaze project.

A grimy old warehouse wasn't the ideal spot for him to go down on her, but who was she to argue? She'd been dying for a slow hand all afternoon and today he'd have her sitting on an old bar stool with her head tilted back. As her eyes opened and closed they captured tiny pictures of the ceiling and the light fixtures above them. The slight flashes seemed like a dim, slow flashing strobe. He started with a playful touch to her inner thigh and not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she spread her legs slightly as to not impede his advances. He stopped and reached for a nearby milk crate to sit upon. Then... positioning himself before her, he traced at the backs of her knees with his fingers all the while relishing the fact that his tongue would dampen these same spots later.

She was beautiful. And cool.

Her eyes were the smoky, 3 am bar you just have to go into. Every time he looked in her direction, it was as if he was drinking away her very being. That's how badly he desired to consume her.

As he softly bit the inside of her thigh, his heart began to pump. He was excited beyond return trip by this point and his cock was bursting against the denim cage wrapped around it like a wild gorilla. Lately his attention was focused on the taste of her vagina and tonight he'd do good by himself to take a chomp. Lord knows, she wanted it in the worst way. Her body, a rag doll, for his contemptuous throws, was tossed into that special place where no fire could be extinguished. He felt it was best to let it burn.

Sleazy like Sunday morning! #2 in my paperback porn series.

He had her by the wrists this time. As she lay there beneath his weight, she knew that there would be no escaping him tonight. She didn't want to. Tonight was exactly what she needed after a long and terrible week. As his hands tightened their grip on her, she writhed below him thrusting her pelvis forward to meet his rugged advance. She turned onto her stomach at his will and command. She didn't mind. His warm breath was sweet against the back of her perfumed neck. He traded licks for bites and back again and sucked her skin with a deafening and delicate force. She felt a warm wave splash over her leaving her wetter by the second. He turned her around again. She looked up at his body, studying his tattoos. In a fever he tore off her skirt. His hands like knives shaving the fabric from her skin. She wasn't wearing panties tonight. She could sense that her inner thighs were completely drenched at this point. His warm hand slid up her leg and when he softly stuck two fingers into her wanting pussy, her moans became the fuel for a long ride. Frantically, she tugged at his belt until the brass threatened to snap. Finally, his trousers down, she could reciprocate much to his delight. She wrapped her hand around his prick and gave it a series of pulls. She could feel the blood rushing through his dick as she squeezed it harder and harder. He was excited and he could feel his cum dying to burst out, but tonight was special. Tonight she'll be fucked by no lesser than the Devil himself.

He urged her off of the bed and she followed him toward the balcony. It was there where he'd ultimately take her. As the wind blew, goosebumps covered her arms. He grabbed her and faced her against the ledge. The city was so beautiful. HIgh above the honking of cabs he rammed himself into her with wild abandon. He could contain himself no longer. He thrashed about her insides while she listened to his measured breaths. That's what turned her on the most; the sound of a man fucking her. She braced herself against the railing as he bashed her from behind. A good while later he pulled away and headed back into the bedroom. Out of breath, she stood and made her way back into his arms. As their bodies crashed, he took in a a good whiff of her hair. It was clean and only served to increase his desires. He sat at the foot of the bed and beckoned her to stand before him. He grabbed her breasts with both hands while his mouth found its target at their very tips. His tongue expertly swabbed her taut nipples, his saliva like a sheet of ice against her boiling flesh. He reached around and took hold of her ass. It was firm, perfect, and begging to be kissed. He spun her so that he could admire the softness of her derriere. He traced her spine with his tongue while running his fingertips gently down her arms. Her body shuddered and she let out a soft moan. As he ran his hands up her thighs she stood with her legs further apart, giving him a glimpse at her sopping vagina. "Oh, how pretty it was" he thought. Seizing the opportunity he bent her at the waist and began to lick her pussy. She grabbed his hair and pressed herself against his mouth. Her hips moved inwards and outwards against his probing tongue. He then turned his attention upward and slid his wet bottom lip against her naughtier hole. She did not protest. Taking this as a cue he began to dart his tongue in and out of her asshole until it began to pucker in anticipation. She was turned on. She wanted more. He stood and held her by the waist. She remained bent over because she knew what was to come. She knew what present she would be given on this night. With a pop, his dick was thrust into her tight ass. It was obvious that she hadn't much experience with this degree of sex. He spared her none. His hips smashing against the reddened flesh of her bottom sounded like someone was clapping in the room. She could feel his fingers digging increasingly deeper into the hook of her pelvis, drawing her in as if being reeled in by a trapper. The sweat dripping off of their bodies drenched the sheet around them. They didn't notice. When he pulled out of her, she exhaled intently as if relieved to have been freed of his appendage, but actually she was relieved that he would continue having his way with her.

He swung his arm around her and laid her on her side. With a quick spreading of her legs he was at it again. Her pussy was so wet it was as if his cock was being sucked into her. Again, he proceeded to fuck her expertly, at times pulling all the way out only to tease its way back inside. By now she was completely on fire. She could not believe the plowing she was being given by this man who clearly intended for her to stay in bed the entire next day with a throbbing pussy and a full heart. Finally it was time for him to finish. he took his cock from her and squeezed it for a moment before she turned and filled her mouth with it. Her talent did not fall by the wayside here. As she playfully licked, sucked, and jerked his cock she knew that he could not hold on much longer. She couldn't wait to taste him. After all she wouldn't feel right if he went home without cumming after he had given her several violent orgasms throughout their romp. With one hand firmly grabbing his shaft she turned her attention to his balls. She placed them both in her mouth and massaged them with her tongue. Her hand job became faster and she could both see and feel his prick beginning to expand and become a purplish red at the tip. She looked up at him and smiled before jamming his dick back into her warm mouth. She closed her eyes as her mouth filled with his salted ejaculate. It was a taste she liked. His knees buckled slightly as his body went limp. His moan, loud enough to be heard from the hall, assured her that it was a job well done. She looked up at him again, but his head was tilted back toward the ceiling and his eyes were closed. After swallowing every last bit of him she stood and leaned forward. Her arms draped around his waist and her head pressed against his chest, she knew he would be leaving soon. She closed her eyes as her breath slowed to a more relaxed pace and savored how wonderful a time they had just given each other. It would be a long time before they'd have the chance to do this again and she already had pity for any other lovers she may take until they meet again. Surely no one could fuck her as hard or as good as she had just experienced. They pulled away from each other and she made her way to the bathroom, leaving him naked at the edge of the bed. She knew that he wouldn't be there when she came out. She knew that she wouldn't hear the door close behind him. It was always that way. This time would be no different.

I could never be a paperback porn writer...

"He slid his hand under her skirt and felt her warmth against his skin. The touch of his fingers made her close her eyes. She arched her back before meeting his advance with equal pressure. She reached for him. He could feel her fingernails scraping across his shirt, pulling it with desperate hands. It was clear that she had to have him. Their eyes locked and the world around them vanished. All that was left was their bodies crying out for saliva to cool them. With delight she pushed herself backward onto the floor, all the while never losing sight of her lovers gaze. He looked down at the way she moved and felt his penis swelling inside of his jeans. It had to come out. She tugged at his waist and pulled his belt open. His eyes closed and he let out a soft moan as she caressed his bulge. He grabbed her wrist and lay her down softly. He was on top of her. By now his shirt was off and he could feel her perfect breasts kissing his skin. Their lips met, but only long enough for her to hungrily bite his bottom one. As she pulled away he could taste a drop of blood in his mouth. He looked into her eyes again and removed her shirt. Her breasts fell into view and he could barely resist putting his mouth on her wanting nipples. He stared at the glistening sweat that had collected at her cleavage. It was her turn to moan as she ground her hips and pressed her vagina against him. She could feel his bulging vein through the soft cotton of his underwear. She was wet now. He slid further down the bed and lifted her skirt away. There it was... his prize. His eyes widened as he admired her pretty pussy. He spread her thighs further apart and fit himself between them. He took her into his mouth. It tasted as wonderful as he imagined she would. Eagerly his tongue slid around her insides as he dug his face further in. He could feel her juices spilling into his mouth and as he swallowed he became more intense and aggressive. Whereas before he treated her with respect and admiration, he was now finding his animal side and she would not go home without her battle scars on this night. He took a firm hold to her hips and pulled her violently into his excited mouth. With a fistful of his hair she thrusted forward. As she writhed before him he watched her lips part to expose a tongue that would take its turn on that prick of his before he'd be done with her. He turned her onto her stomach and began squeezing her ass. As her flesh rippled through his fingers he could hardly resist the temptation to mount her then and there. She was his to take. In the light he spotted a drop of sweat dripping down the left side of her face as she turned to see what he was going to do to her next. He spread her legs and fit himself between them again. His warm tongue circled her asshole and teased its center with hot, wet dips. She squealed softly as she buried her face into his discarded shirt. It smelled of his cologne. His skilled tongue explored both orifices until he couldn't contain his penis any further. Forcefully, he whipped her around and yanked her skirt off. She in turn grabbed his pecker and guided it into her port. As it made its way through, she dug her nails into the side of his hips and smashed upward into him. They fucked hard until their bodies collapsed in a pile of limbs. Both of them, their organs trembling, and their hearts beating fast, lay there speechless for several minutes. Shortly after... they fell asleep unknowing who would be gone come the morning."


I don't have the slightest clue what possessed me to write that. I was actually going to post a Stiff Little Fingers album and... oh... that's why. Duh.