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Country Club Ch. 02

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This is the second of what are now two but will hopefully be many (or at least a couple) more chapters. I have a hard time deciding to which category my stories belong. A lot of the positive feedback I received on the first chapter was from people who seem to really like the Exhibitionist & Voyeur category, which I don't expect the rest of the series to fit into.

I decided this chapter fit best in Nonconsent/Reluctance. A lot of people seem to lurk that category and tear apart every story they see. As I saw someone say in the comments on a Nonconsent/Reluctance story I liked which was getting torn down by people who seemed to think the entire category is immoral, "if you want to read fluffy bunny stories, don't read Nonconsent/Reluctance."

Still, I don't want to scare anyone off. This chapter isn't exactly a graphic depiction of a brutal rape, or anything. The way the story seems to be going, I think future chapters might go into BDSM. I don't know yet. At any rate, here it is, let me know what you think. I try hard to use proper grammar and spelling but I can't make any guarantees. Comments and high ratings greatly appreciated. Thanks!

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After our shift ended I gave Larry a lift home then drove to my apartment. The first thing I did as soon as I got home was grab my notebook and jump online to make sure I'd received the video I sent from my phone. There it was in my inbox. As an afterthought I forwarded a copy to an old email address I rarely used anymore. Can't be too careful, right? If I lost the thing, I lost my job.

After confirming I'd received it, I downloaded it and watched it again to make sure it came through okay. It was really something else. The quality was terrible and the camera angle was weird but that only made it hotter, made it seem more real somehow. Even though it was pretty bad the people in the video were clearly Amy and Charlie. If it came down to it and I just sent it to Amy's husband, as Larry had insisted the entire time we were in the car together, he would have no doubt that it was definitely his wife.

I had no intention of sending it to Mr. Holcomb. In spite of everything Amy had done to fuck around with me, I didn't want to ruin her life. Even if I did, showing it to her husband would end up losing Charlie his job. I hardly knew the guy and I'd heard he was a dick but, what the hell right? I don't care who sleeps with who, and I have no desire to screw anybody over. Still, I needed to make sure Amy knew I had the video before she talked to my boss and got me fired. Before I'd left work I had taken down both Amy and her husband's emails from the club computer. I pulled the scrap of paper I'd written them down on out of my pocket and started writing an email to Amy.

I still hadn't decided what to do. I wanted to use the video as leverage to get Amy off my back. After weeks of dealing with her veiled threats to get me fired I also wanted to send some of those bad vibes back her way. I hadn't decided how to go about it yet so I just settled on forwarding her the video with a short note that read:

Amy, before you do anything rash, take a look at this video. I think you and I should talk about this before you talk to anybody else. If I don't hear back from you soon I'll just send it to your husband and see what he thinks. I'd tell you to call me but you broke my phone. I'll be in touch. Don't do anything stupid, or I'll make sure you regret it. --Dave

That seemed just vague enough to avoid committing myself to any particular course of action, and threatening enough to save my job. I read it a few times but couldn't think of a better way to word it so I just sent it and forgot about it.

After taking care of that I took a shower and changed, then walked into town to The Well, a seedy little bar that was within walking distance from both Larry's and my place. It was Wednesday. since Larry and I both had Thursdays off, Wednesday was our Friday, and The Well was our regular hangout.

When I got to the bar Larry was already there getting a head start on me. And by the time I sat next to him at the bar he'd already ordered me a beer and a shot of JD. I slung the shot back, chased it with a swig of beer and took the cigarette Larry proffered. I only ever smoked when I was really tying one on but I had the feeling it was going to be that kind of night.

"So I been thinking," Larry said as he waved at the bartender and gestured at the pair of empty shot glasses in front of us then held up two fingers. "What you gotta decide is," Larry clearly had a decent head start on me as there was already a slight slur to his words, "if you'd rather use that vid to get Amy to give you cash," he drained half his beer and grinned at me, "or ass."

The bartender walked up and down behind the bar, taking care of people's orders. She paused in front of us and refilled our shot glasses. Larry nodded at her and slipped her a five. If he was already tipping he was already drunk.

"I don't know man," I finished my first beer and threw back the second of what would be many, many shots. Couldn't let Larry get too far ahead of me, right? "Blackmail's not my thing. I'd be happy just getting the bitch off my back."

"Oh, so now you're worried about right and wrong? High talk from a fuckin' peepin' Tom."

The bartender looked at me and raised her eyebrow.

"Pay his drunk ass no mind," I grinned at her. She shook her head and walked to the other end of the bar to get somebody a drink.

"Seriously man, I thought you said you wanted to put the bitch in her place. You gonna back out now and be all," he effected a falsetto voice, "Please Amy, just leave me alone?" In his normal voice he added, "Fuckin' pussy."

"Ah, fuck you, Larry. Guess you're right though. I just feel weird about it. I mean I want to put her in her place, scare her, you know. Get her to stop being such a bitch all the time. But..."

"Come on man, s'not like you been getting' laid. You an' wasserface..."

"Tonya."

"Yeah, Tonya, that bitch. You and her broke up forever ago. She ain't comin' back or nothin' and..."

"I don't want her to."

"Yeah, right, whatever."

The bartender dropped off another round of shots and beers.

"So lissen man," Larry was getting seriously drunk. I was right behind him. "So lissen... ah... you gotta..."

"Try and get ass or cash."

"Yeah man, or both, you know? Amy's such a bitch. You should be like... you should tell her, 'Lissen woman, gimme some a what you been givin' Charlie.' Y'know?"

"I guess."

I sipped my beer and thought it over. Amy was incredibly hot. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I'm just not as nice a guy as I thought I was. Maybe I just hadn't gotten laid in so long I was doing my thinking with little Dave. But Larry was making more and more sense. I mean, it's not as if she's faithful to her husband, I thought to myself. Why not get some?

"If she's gonna be getting it where she shouldn't, and on the regular, why shouldn't I too, right?"

"S'what I'm saying! Gonna go break the seal." Larry smacked me on the back and walked away toward the men's room. I reached over to the pack of smokes he left on the bar and lit one up.

"You know those things will kill you."

I spun around on the barstool in surprise. Amy was standing behind me, glaring.

"Shit! Hi, Amy, how ya doin?" I said, cheerfully drunk. Even drunk, even considering how much I disliked her, just seeing her made my heart stutter.

Her golden blonde hair was styled so perfectly she looked like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. She wore black high heeled sandals and a matching black skirt that hugged the curves of her hips. Her loose sheer gray blouse did nothing to hide a tight black tank top that left her midriff bare. She was wearing a bra but I don't know why. Her breasts were a miracle of nature, always pointing up, much to the chagrin of gravity, and every other woman in the room.

She was just over five feet tall, and petite. But she somehow managed to pull off an hourglass figure without looking like she had an ounce of extra fat on her. I'd always thought she was an incredible beauty. Unfortunately her striking green eyes lost some of the impact they would have had if she wasn't looking at me like something stuck to the sole of her expensive shoes.

I grinned at her. She just shook her head and sat down next to me at the bar. I hadn't given a second thought to what I was wearing. I mean, I was just out for a beer (or ten) with a buddy. But now with her next to me I suddenly felt shabby in my old brown screenprinted t-shirt, faded jeans and sneakers I'd had since... well, since high school. They're comfortable, alright? It's not like they're the only ones I own. Anyway...

When the bartender came over Amy ordered a margarita and handed her a gold card. "I'm covering this asshole's tab."

"His friend too?"

"Shit, is Larry here? Yeah, his friend too." Then she looked at me. "If I gotta deal with that douchebag too I'm gonna need a smoke. Gimme one."

I slid Larry's pack of Camels over to her and held out my lit cigarette for her to light up with.

"So how ya doin' Amy?" I asked again, "S'like we never hang out anymore, innit? Not that it was ever any fun when we did."

When she was still giving massages at the spa, Amy and I had been part of the same circle of friends and coworkers who all went out drinking together. Back then she and I had been notorious for not getting along. Amy just snorted at my dig and sipped her drink.

"What do you want from me, Dave? And what were you doing in there? Why would you do that to anybody? You're so FUCKING..." She forced herself to calm down and took another sip of her drink.

I started to wonder what was keeping Larry and looked around for him. Amy nudged me and pointed to a booth where Larry had seated himself with two annoyed looking sorority girls from the nearby state college. He was facing away from us and too busy trying to make a move on them to have noticed Amy.

"Look Amy, we gotta talk. I know you hate Larry. You wanna get outta here?"

"He's better than you," she muttered but got up and walked toward the door. I chugged the rest of my beer and stumbled after her.

I didn't see her when I got outside and looked around a couple times trying to locate her. Apparently I'd had more to drink than I thought because the simple act of looking back and forth gave me the spins. I did see her though. It's hard to miss an ass like that. She was walking down the sidewalk toward her car. I followed, doing my best imitation of a sober person accustomed to walking in a straight line.

When I caught up with her she stood leaning up against a silver Mercedes convertible waiting for me.

"This yer car?" She nodded. "Shit, Amy, married life's treating you well."

"Just get in," she growled, opening the driver's side door and sliding behind the wheel.

"Where we going?"

"You still live in the same place?"

"Uh-huh."

"Mind if we talk there?"

"Nope."

She'd been by my apartment once or twice back when we worked together, when she was doing the driving when the work crew was hanging out, that sort of thing. So she knew how to get there. We drove in silence until she pulled up in front of my apartment and parked behind my beat up old diesel VW Jetta. The silence continued, each of us looking out the windscreen at a loss for words. We sat there like that for a while. She was fuming and I was concentrating on sobering up.

"You wanna coffee?" I finally asked.

"No, but I'll take a beer." She got out of the car and started walking up the stairs to the second floor of the two-family-house that I rented. I was at the point in the evening when I started to move in slow-mo but I managed to get out of the car and follow her. As soon as I shut the door to her car the lights flashed and the door locked. Amy stood waiting on the landing while I fumbled with my keys. I finally figured out the lock which had somehow gotten incrementally more difficult since the last time I'd used it, opened the door and held it open for her.

She walked through my dark apartment and I followed her, flipping on lights. When she got to the living room she flopped on the couch.

"How about that beer?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, and stumbled into the kitchen to get a couple beers.

"Hope Amstel's okay, s'all I got," I slurred, handing her a beer and taking a sip of mine.

"That's fine." She took a pull on the icy bottle of beer. "So let's talk. What's it gonna take for you to keep that video to yourself?"

I sat down on the coffee table facing her. She really looked so sad. I started to lose my nerve. I decided I wasn't going to try and coerce her into having sex with me or blackmail her for money. I just wanted her to stop giving me so much shit. And I wanted to explain what happened and let her know that I didn't plan to spy on her, that it just happened. I wanted her to know that the only reason I even ended up in the closet was because I couldn't afford to lose my job and she had threatened me with something that could get me fired and I panicked. And I wanted to know why she was always so fucking nasty to me. She was a bitch to everybody, always had been. But I really felt like she singled me out.

But I was drunk and it was complicated and it all came out wrong.

"S'all your fault y'know. 'Cause yer such a bitch t'me alla time. An, y'know, I could, I could make you do whatever I want. Shit if I was gonna, you'd have to do whatever I said. You better just start being nicer to me because if I want to all I gotta say is 'I wanna fuck you' and you gotta do it. So..."

"Oh my God, you're such a drunk asshole. I knew it was gonna come to this." She stood and took her blouse off and threw it in my face. "Come on asshole, let's just get this over with." She got up and walked out of the living room toward my bedroom, removing her tank top along the way. I sat there and watched her for a second. Even her fucking back was sexy, especially the way it curved in right above her ass.

That was a sight that got me moving. I jumped up and followed her. "No, wait, that all came out wrong," I slurred as I walked down the short hall toward my room. "Hey, come on, wait a sec..."

"Whatever!" she called from the bedroom. "Just get in here and do me you fucking pig!"

Well, since she asked so nice... I walked into the bedroom to try and explain myself but she was already naked. As soon as she saw me in the doorway she pulled me in, pushed me down on the bed and started opening my pants. Well, that was the end of my resistance. Not that I wasn't filled with desire practically every time I saw her. Honestly though, I had no intention of blackmailing her into fucking me. But shit, I was drunk and horny, and a hot willing woman was pulling my dick out of my shorts and sucking it into her mouth. I wasn't exactly about to go running around in circles waving my hands in the air screaming "Rape!"

I just leaned my head back and looked at the ceiling, trying to sober up enough to really enjoy myself. I'd been lusting after Amy since I first met her. Now that I finally got her I was drunk, she was married, and only doing me because I made her. But at the moment none of that mattered, because what she was doing felt incredible. I lifted myself up on my elbows so I could watch. I kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my shirt. She stopped sucking me off just long enough to pull off my jeans and underwear.

Amy knelt at the foot of my bed between my knees. Her beautiful lips were wrapped around my cock and was bobbing her head up and down. I couldn't restrain a low moan as I watched her go at it. She worked her tongue over the head then tickled the opening at the tip of my cock. My dick is only average, six inches long, around four inches around.

Hey, so I'm no John Holmes, I never got any complaints, alright?

Anyway I'm not huge and she didn't seem to have any trouble taking me all the way into her mouth. After a few minutes I surprised her (and myself) by stopping her. I put my hand on her cheek and lifted her up off my cock. She leaned back on her heels and looked at me quizzically. I sat up and lifted her by the shoulders, then laid back, dragging her onto the bed with me.

"Come on, I wanna fuck you," I said, and started caressing her back and kissing her.

To my surprise she wrapped her arms around my head and kissed me back enthusiastically. I rubbed her lower back with one hand and started caressing her breast with the other. Her breasts were so perfect. They fit exactly into my hand as if made for it. They were so soft and yet so firm. She had pretty long nipples but she had the smallest areolas I'd ever seen, maybe the size of a nickel? It was hard to tell because her nipples were hard as hell and her pretty pink areolas had tightened up around them. I squeezed her breast and leaned down to take her nipple into my mouth. I continued squeezing and sucking on her nipple and started squeezing her ass with my other hand.

Amy moaned and started rubbing her wet gash up and down the length of my cock. We rolled around on the bed fondling each other and kissing. When I moved my mouth to her other breast she moaned again.

"Bite me," she demanded in a breathy moan.

"What?"

She pulled my t-shirt over my head while rubbing her pussy on my cock, and said, "Bite it, bite my tits," then reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock, positioning it at the entrance to her vagina. As I opened my mouth wide and bit her gently around her nipple, she thrust her hips up, impaling herself on my cock. We moaned in unison and started rocking our hips together in the steady practiced way of a couple who'd been together long enough to know exactly how each other liked it. It was the first, and probably last, time we'd ever had sex. But it felt so perfect, so familiar, and right. It was spontaneous and incredible and better than I could have imagined.

"Bite me again! Come on you fucker, fucking bite it!"

I leaned over and nipped at her nipple again.

"Harder!" she demanded.

I lifted myself up on my arms and started pounding into her faster and with more intensity.

"Oh, God, no," she moaned, "bite me harder!" She pushed one of my arms away and as I fell toward her she rolled until she was on top, somehow managing to do this without dislodging my rigid thrusting cock from her tight wet pussy. She took control and started fucking herself against my cock, then leaned forward and bit me on the nipple. It was sudden, unexpected, and incredibly painful. I closed my eyes and saw red and yellow stars. I may have actually blacked out for a second. I looked up at her, grabbed her by the hips to help me slam into her, then slapped her on the ass as hard as I could.

"Oh, God! Yes! Spank me you son of a bitch! Punish me!"

I reached around her writhing body and spanked her a few more times, slightly harder each time. It just seemed like the harder I slapped her ass the more she liked it. She leaned down and bit my neck near my collarbone. In the morning I'd see she left a dark purple hickey. She leaned back and started caressing her breasts as she rode my cock. I reached up and pushed her hands away then squeezed her nipples and twisted them a little.

I don't know why she liked it when I hurt her, but that put her over the edge. Just as I'd seen when she came while fucking Charlie, her whole body quivered, her mouth hung wide open in a silent scream, the only actual sound coming from her mouth was an occasional high pitched gasp. Her pussy clenched and unclenched over and over, almost forcing out my cock. I kept squeezing her nipples, slowly increasing the pressure. Her orgasm seemed to continue as long as I squeezed and tugged at her nipples. I didn't want to really hurt her so I slowly started to let up on the pressure.
"Oh God," she regained her voice but her pussy still spasmed occasionally, like the aftershocks that follow an earthquake. "Please," she said, "no more. UH!" she shook again and I released her nipples. I grasped her hips and rocked her body while I continued to fuck her. She leaned forward with her hands on my shoulders and looked down at me with a glassy eyed expression.

"You come yet?" she panted. I just shook my head no and continued fucking her at the slower pace I'd switched to after she came.

"Good," she said, and rolled off me. I rolled onto my side and watched as she got down on all fours on my bed. She reached forward with one arm and rested her head on it sideways, looking at me. She reached between her legs with her other arm, spread her outer lips and started teasing her clit.

"Come on, fuck me," she demanded.

I got up behind her and lined my cock up against her pussy. As I pounded into her she rubbed her clit manically, screaming, "Spank me! Spank my ass raw, daddy!"

Daddy? That got my attention. At twenty-five, she was actually a couple years older than me. But hey, whatever the lady wants, right? I thrust into her with a frenzied vigor that bordered on violence. The harder I fucked her the more she seemed to like it. I smacked her ass and leaned forward once in a while to maul her tits and twist her nipples. I had no idea she was into sex this rough, not from watching the video of her and Charlie. I'd never been with a girl who liked it like that but it was a huge turn-on.

She moaned and bucked beneath me. Then just as I was about to come she called out, "Fuck me!" over and over, "Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, God! Fuck me!"

"Oh, fuck! I'm coming!" She screamed, then moaned loudly in a high pitched wail while her pussy clamped down around my cock. That must have been the big one, because she'd been pretty quiet the other two times I'd seen her climax. I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back onto my throbbing cock, thrusting deeply into her hot slippery cunt for one last time, and shot my load deep inside her. My entire body trembled and my vision faded out to gray, as I rode her through the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Even if I hadn't been drunk, I think I would have passed out. I collapsed on top of her, my cock slipping out of her pussy.

I was vaguely aware of Amy rolling out from under me, turning me over and pulling the sheet up to cover us before she leaned her head on my arm. Then consciousness faded to a series of strange disjointed dreams of Amy, berating me in some, demanding I fuck her or spank her or bite her in others, slapping me around, kicking and beating me up in others. I had one vividly bizarre dream that I remembered the next morning. In it Amy alternated between sucking my cock and claiming in an angry voice, "See what this pervert likes? See what he makes me do?" while my boss Tim looked on and filled out an employee incident report checking off boxes on the form marked "Perverted voyeur" and "Forced Oral Sex" and "Blackmailed member".

In the middle of this dream I was drawn halfway to consciousness by the sensation of Amy sucking my cock while I slept. I moaned and tried to wake up but couldn't shake the cobwebs from the corners of my mind. Not sure it wasn't another dream I watched with half-lidded eyes as she mounted me and started riding my cock. I don't know if she knew I was awake or if she even cared.

She rode me, whispering, "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, daddy, fuck your bad little girl."

I was completely blown away by this freaky bitch. She rode me to another of her silent orgasms then moved as if she were about to dismount me. I don't think she knew I was awake because she called out "Oh!" and seemed surprised when I grabbed her hips and pulled her back down onto my erection. I was more than half asleep but I managed to slowly thrust up into her, fucking her slowly and thoroughly. I think she came again when I finally orgasmed. When I shot my load up into her she fell down onto me, shaking with her mouth open in that silent scream with which I'd become so familiar. Faint light drifted in through the blinds and birds were singing outside. The world was waking up but I wasn't ready to yet. I fell asleep with her still straddling me, my cock still in her.

I had no idea what time it was when I finally came to. My eyes were dried up and practically glued shut. Apparently Amy had lifted the blinds because sunlight was pounding on my head and preventing me from thinking. I tried to stand but instead I rolled out of bed onto the floor. I moaned in pain and tried to stand again, just barely making it this time. Amy wasn't in my room but she'd either left her clothes as a souvenir on my floor or she was still around someplace. I looked around my room for something to wear as I was still totally naked except, oddly enough, for one sock. While I stumbled around trying to remember where I kept my clothes and trying to acclimate to sober daytime life, I heard a crash from the living room.

I tried to run but barely managed a stumble as I left my bedroom to see what new hell Amy had in store for me.

"Oh, God dammit! What the fuck?"

Amy was naked except for a ratty old t-shirt of mine that did little to hide her physical charms. As always, she managed to hide her non-physical charms just fine on her own. She was standing smirking over my computer which was smashed into three big pieces and probably around ninety tiny pieces on the floor of my apartment.

"I found the video and deleted it. And then I made sure you can't get it back. See you at the club tomorrow. It'll be your last day."

She pushed by me and sashayed into my bedroom to get her clothes. Between the pain of my raging hangover and the incredible level of bullshit I'd had to deal with from this woman, I just snapped.

"AMY, YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!"

I'm not sure what sort of a reaction she expected but that seemed to take her by surprise. I followed her into my room, my eyes alight with anger and my hangover all but forgotten. She turned on me, still clearly unaware of the swiftly changing dynamic of our relationship.

"I don't know how many times I need to tell you, Dave, it's 'Mrs. Holcomb' to you, especially if you want to keep your job. You know, you were such a good fuck, I might be convinced to keep this quiet. But it's gonna take A LOT of convincing." She smirked.

"Is that right?"

She took off my t-shirt and threw it in my face. Apparently this was a signature move as she'd done the same thing last night. She started gathering up her clothes and said, "That's right, asshole."

I slapped the clothes out of her hands and picked her up by the shoulders. She kicked and screamed as I tossed her onto the bed.

"You just got yourself fired, asshole! We could have had some fun with this! But you forgot who was in charge. Kiss your fucking job goodbye!"

"I didn't forget who was in charge, bitch. You don't KNOW who's in charge. You think the only copy I had of that video was on my computer? Do you think I'm stupid?"

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me mockingly.

"Don't test me, Amy. Don't fucking test me."

I scooped her clothes up off the floor and tossed them at her.

"You know, I just wanted to talk. I wasn't going to make you fuck me, or force myself on you. I was drunk last night, and I wasn't thinking straight. And I fucked up. And I was sorry. But now, I'm done taking your shit. Get your fucking clothes on, get the fuck out there, and use your hubby's gold card to get me a new fucking phone, and a new fucking computer. Then get your ass back here, because I am gonna fuck you raw."

"You're bluffing."

"Try me. If you don't believe me, go home. If you're not back here in an hour with my shit I'm going to Larry's and sending the video to your rich fuckwad husband. Let him deal with your bitchy ass."

She started to get dressed.

"Fine," she said petulantly. "But can you give me until four? I don't think I can get to the mall and get your shit and get back in an hour."

I looked at my alarm clock which had gotten knocked on the floor during the previous night's energetic festivities. It was noon.

"Fine. But if you want until four, you gotta blow me before you leave."

She pulled on her shirt.

"Okay, but..."

"What now!?" my pounding headache was returning and I was swiftly losing what little patience I had.

"I can't stay tonight. Donald has been away in DC all week but he's coming back tonight and if I stay..."

"We'll talk about it when you get back. Just fucking... shut the fuck up for now, please."

She nodded demurely and knelt at my feet. I was still naked from the night before (except for that one sock) and I hadn't yet bathed. I must have smelled horrible because Amy grimaced as she took my swiftly hardening cock between her lips. After bobbing her head on my penis a few times she stopped and started stroking it with her hand. She leaned back and looked up at me.

"David, I'm sorry. About everything. I just..."

"Save it."

She nodded.

"Just blow me and get the fuck out. And you know what? Fuck this 'David' shit. From now on, it's 'Mr. Boyd' to you."

She went back to sucking me off then stopped again. She had an odd look on her face this time. I could tell she was up to something.

"What if I called you 'Sir', instead? Would you like that?"

I was sure she was working an angle, but I was too hung over to even think about it.

"Whatever, just... yeah, fine, whatever."

She smiled, which was really odd, and went back to sucking me off. If anything it was better than the last time. She seemed to really get into it. I could not figure this woman out. To be honest I wasn't really trying anymore. I had a pounding headache that had only faded to the back of my awareness because of the blowjob I was receiving. The head was so good I wouldn't have been able to think anyway.

Her tongue wrapped around my cock, massaging and teasing me as she bounced her head up and down my shaft, sucking and making lusty moaning noises the whole time. When I started to come she pulled back until only the head of my cock was in her mouth, and greedily sucked the cum from my cock. When she was done she sat back with her ass on her knees and her hand stroking my cock, looked up at me and opened her mouth, showing me a mouthful of cum. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed, and smiled at me.

"Did you like that, Sir?"

The bitch was crazy. I had no idea how to respond so I just said, "Yeah, that was great. Now get the fuck out of here before I get sick of waiting and email your husband."

She nodded and stood. She looked around the room for her purse. When she saw it and bent over to pick it up I lifted her short skirt and slapped her ass which was still red from the night before. Her hot pink thong did nothing to shield her ass from the blow. She cried out, but it sounded more like a cry of pleasure than one of pain. I dropped the edge of her skirt and she stood.

We stood staring at each other for a moment, like a pair of boxers assessing each other before the punches start flying.

"Give me your panties, and get the fuck out of here," I demanded.

To my incredible surprise, she gave me her panties, and got the fuck out of there.

I dragged myself into the kitchen and downed a glass of water and three Tylenol. Then I leaned up against the sink, slowly sipping another glass of water and tried, for the first of what would end up being many times, to try and figure Amy out.
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