Anita showed up early for my Thursday night gig at the bar. I had not called her or texted her since leaving her last week with cum running down her leg into her boots. I guess my lack of chivalry does not bother her. Tonight she is wearing a loose-fitting sheer white blouse, which accentuates the appearance of her large augmented breasts, and a short leather mini-skirt.
“I got my husband to take me shopping this afternoon. After we got home, I modeled it for him. His little dick got hard but I didn’t fuck him. He has to work tonight, so I came to see you.”
“Thanks for coming out,” I respond graciously.
“You have no idea how much I love your cock,” Anita shares.
“I’m quite fond of it myself,” I add with an arrogant grin.
“Can you fuck me after the show?” Anita enquires.
“I don’t know,” I respond. “Do I look like an easy lay?”
To that question, she turns away from me and quickly raises, then lowers, the back of her leather skirt. For my viewing pleasure, she exposes her spectacular bare buttocks - the back string of her thong the only fabric to be seen. From what I can tell, no one else in the bar acknowledges seeing her lascivious exposure.
“I guess the odds are in your favor,” I reassure her.
Before I go on stage, we sit and chat. Anita tells me that she worked as an assistant at a daycare center, but that her husband told her they didn’t need the money and that she should just stay at home. They have no kids. Her adult daughter lives in Seattle. Four nights a week he works as an engineer at a local chemical plant. He sleeps during the day. She works out at the gym in their high-rise and tans by the pool. She tells me he is a mean, drunk, and that they have been married for five years. They moved to Florida four years ago. All things considered, Anita does not seem very bright. Still, it is hard for me to resist her firm body, huge breasts, and enthusiasm for my cock. Although, in real life, I am a pretty nice and considerate human being, Anita brings out a dark side in my personality. In any case, I have not cum for six days and I’m not going to turn down this opportunity tonight.
So I finish my set, collect my tip money and follow her back to the roof of her high-rise. As we ride up to the thirty-third floor in the elevator, she massages my cock through my jeans and rubs her glorious titties against my chest. When we get to the roof, I simply instruct her to “assume the position.“
She knows exactly what to do. Tonight she is wearing high heels, raising her ass a few extra inches for easier entry. She grabs the railing of the roof and presents me with her butt. I flip up her leather skirt and enjoy the view of her full firm ass.
I am still fully clothed. Her ass is bare and fully exposed to anyone who happens to wander upstairs to enjoy the rooftop view. I begin to massage her wonderful haunches. She squirms in anticipation. She appears to be at the edge of climax even though her pussy remains untouched. As I massage, the evil in me takes over.
“Cheating on your husband again?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Do you feel guilty,” I ask.
“Yes,” she whimpers further.
“Do you deserve a spanking?” I ask.
“Yes,” she stammers.
“How many?” I demand.
“You decide - but please fuck me!” she cries out.
I decide on four hard spanks. Two on each round cheek. The smacks echo across the rooftop.
SMACK
OW!
SMACK
OW!
SMACK
OW!
SMACK
OW!
“Please FUCK me now!” she shouts.
I unbuckle my belt, lower my pants, push her thong string to the side and place the tip of my cock against her labia. She pushes back, and I am in her.
I fuck her slowly with long controlled strokes. She climaxes once. I give her a minute to regain her composure and resume my slow determined destruction of her pussy. She climaxes again. Her legs buckle. I hold her hips to keep her from falling, and my cock remains embedded in her soaking-wet sex.
Although my balls are churning and I am dying to release my load, I am so enjoying the power I have over this woman that I will hold back. I continue the long, slow strokes as she climaxes for the third time. At this point, I decide that I have earned the right to cum.
“Show me those titties!” I command as I withdraw my enflamed wet turgid cock from her soaked pussy.
Anita turns around, kneels on a nearby armchair and, arms at her sides, presents her cleavage to me as a perfect target for my ejaculation. I aim my cock as four blasts of gooey fragrant semen splash against her sternum. A portion splatters up to her neck and chin. The remainder of my voluminous ejaculate flows in deep rivulets across her breasts, down her cleavage, and soaks the front of her blouse and her bra.
I then present my spent cock to her. Without hesitation, Anita wraps her lips around my exhausted wilting penis, grabbing its base with her left hand and my balls with her right as she milks out the remaining drops of semen.
We exchange satisfied smiles as we both walk, rubber-legged, to the respective male and female rooftop restrooms. I pee and again douse my genitals and pubes with copious amounts of hand sanitizer.
Anita and I take the elevator down from the thirty-third floor. She presses the button for her apartment on the eleventh. I press the ground floor button to get to my parked car. Although she tried to clean up a bit in the restroom, Anita was a mess. Her blouse shows crusty drying semen stains down the front. The elevator reeks of bleach. A small crust of semen is lodged in her hair. On the twenty-eighth floor, the elevator door opens. Two teenage boys enter. Of course, no one can recognize the smell of semen better than red-blooded teenage boys (who jack off at least twice daily). The boys look at Anita and start to chuckle. After Anita gets off the elevator at 11, the boys begin to howl with laughter. I pretend to know nothing as the three of us descend to the ground floor.
I save my laughter for my car as I drive home, wondering if Anita will be back at the bar next week.
