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by Mike Kimera © 2011

 

Erotic FictionSandie was my type of woman: alone, a little drunk, more than a little overweight and flashing her flabby flesh like a fritzing neon sign on a rundown whorehouse.

She was a fading thirty-something still trying to convince herself that she hadn't changed since she'd left college. The dress she was wearing had been designed to hang loosely on a young nymphet, displaying her blossoming womanhood. Stretched over Sandie's full and just starting to sag curves, it displayed only one thing: desperation.

That, of course, is what had attracted me to her.

Desperate women don't complain. Desperate women do what they're told and afterwards, desperate women know in their hearts that it was their fault and that they only got what they deserved.

I'd spotted her leaning against a pillar, scanning the early evening "Bar Rouge" crowd, nursing her drink, pretending she was waiting for someone rather than just hoping for someone. "Bar Rouge" is a trying-to-be-trendy place at the top of a glass office tower. It has great views over the city but everyone here was looking inwards. It's a pick up place for singles. Sandie looked like she'd been single for a little too long.

I didn't approach her until I was sure that she was about to give up and go home. When I asked if I could buy her a drink, her face lit up as if Prince Charming had just turned up with one of her used glass slippers.

I could see in her eyes that she wanted me and that she was more than a little surprised that she might actually get to have me. We both knew I could have done better. Physically I was out of her league. I wondered how long it had been since she had had anyone she wanted to fuck with her eyes open.

I led her to the bar and helped her perch on a stool that was both too high and too small for her to sit on comfortably. I felt up her arse as I positioned her. She gave me a nervous little smile and said, "I can see I'm going to have to watch myself with you." It was her only insightful comment of the evening.

I sat on the stool next to her, leaning close, publicly claiming her. I'm sure that if the stool had been wider she would have preened with pleasure. Each time I handed her a drink I touched her, on the wrist, on the arm, on the hip. She pretended not to notice but by the fourth drink she was waiting for my touch.

I fed her drinks for about an hour. She gulped the alcohol down so fast; I hadn't even had to add anything to her drinks to put her in a more receptive frame of mind.

I asked her where she came from and how long she'd been in the city and listened attentively as she told me about how she was far from home in a job that should have become a career but was turning into a dull routine.

She was isolated, disappointed but still hopeful; a perfect little Bar Snack.

When I asked her what a passionate woman like her was doing alone in a bar on a Friday evening, she leant forward to give me a better view of her Grand Canyon sized cleavage and told me that she was looking for someone who would appreciate what she had to offer.

My smile in response was genuine. Sandie was about to find out that I knew exactly how to show my appreciation of what she had to offer.

I ordered Sandie her final drink of the evening and held it far enough away that she had to turn unsteadily on her stool to reach for it. Her thighs splayed, her dress rode up as far as it was able, disclosing the tightly stretched tops of her thigh-highs. I took the opportunity to slide my hand rapidly up her leg until my fingers tips pushed into the soft indentation at the top of her thigh.

She reached down with her free hand to push me away, smiling but saying, "People will see."

I kept my hand in place long enough to show that she lacked the strength to move me, then I withdrew my hand, stood up from my stool and took a step away from her, keeping my face impassive.

Anxiety flickered in her eyes. I did nothing to reassure her.

"Don't go," she said taking my wrist in both her hands.

The pleading tone in her voice aroused me more than touching her flesh had but I didn't let that show in my face.

"Please," she said, guiding my hand back under her dress, "Stay."

I stepped closer and pushed my hand up further until my fingers were pressed against her panties. Her legs clamped shut, she leant forward so her head was on my shoulder, but she didn't push me away.

"Let's find somewhere more private," I said.

She looked into my face, searching for something. I ran my thumb along her slit. Her eyes closed.

"Now," I said, pulling my hand from between her thighs and stepping away.

Sandie stood up, shouldering her handbag, ready to follow me. I took her hand and pulled her through the crowd so quickly that it was all she could do to keep her balance on her high-heels.

The emergency exit doors at the back of "Bar Rouge" opened out onto a landing in a bare concrete stairwell. The ambience was public car park meets latrine; just what I was looking for.

I span Sandie in front of me, pinned her against the far wall, forced her legs apart with my foot and clamped my hand on her cunt.

By the time she got her breath back, I had my mouth at her throat and a finger inside her. It wasn't easy, but then, I wasn't being gentle.

She didn't slap me and she didn't cry out. She just said, in a quiet voice that sounded more disappointed than shocked, "You're hurting me."

I kept my finger inside her, rubbed my thumb over her clit, looked her in the eyes and said, "What did you expect, a candle-lit dinner for two? That special moment when our eyes meet and two hearts beat as one? You must have known I was dragging you here to fuck you. Isn't that what you've been offering for the past hour every time you pushed your big tits at me? Isn't that what you were begging for when you pulled my hand between your legs? So now you're going to get fucked. You should be happy."

The expression on Sandie's face was the best part of my evening. It was as if all the alcohol had suddenly been expelled from her system. I had the real Sandie in front of me now. The one who looked at herself naked in the mirror each morning and knew exactly what she was worth. The one who'd given up on Prince Charming and was now searching for Mr Not Too Bad Most Of The Time. The one who knew that she'd met a predator and offered herself up on a plate.

There was a moment when I thought that she might cry or scream and I'd have to let her go. Then something changed in her eyes and I knew she'd reached her decision.

"You don't have to hurt me," she said keeping eye contact as she reached down with one hand to search for my erection. "I do want you. Really I do. Let me show you."

She stretched upwards and kissed me. I slipped my wet finger out of her and slid my hand up to squeeze her breast. Sandie traced the line of my erection through my trousers and pushed her tongue into my mouth to show me her enthusiasm.

I put both hands on her breasts and pushed her back against the wall.

"That's not where I want your mouth," I said.

Sandie made her way to her knees without much grace. I unzipped and left my erection bobbing in front of her face. She reached out to grab it but I swatted her hand away.

"Just your mouth."

She looked up at me with wide eyes but managed a smile before she took the tip of my cock into her mouth.

I stroked her face gently and smiled at her. She put a little more effort in, using her tongue, sucking in her cheeks. No one could accuse her of not trying.

When I'd had enough, I told her stop. She looked disappointed. Maybe she'd thought a quick blowjob was all I was looking for.

I helped her to her feet like a gentleman and led her to the banister at the top of the stairwell.

"Lean over it, spread your legs, and hold on. You're about to get a fucking you won't forget."

That much at least I was sure was true.

I ripped off Sandie's panties and put them in my pocket. Her cunt was moist rather than wet but I got in without too much effort and with only the most muted of grunts from her.

Finesse would have been wasted in the circumstances so I concentrated on speed and power, slamming Sandie against the banisters hard enough to make them rattle. Sandie didn't bother faking an orgasm. It seemed to be all she could do to catch her breath.

I love taking women from behind. I found the sight of Sandie bent double, braced for impact absolutely irresistible.

A couple of minutes in, I knew I was almost done. Sandie must have sensed it too. She looked back at me over her shoulder and said, "Please don't come inside me."

I liked the please.

I stood still, hilt deep inside her and asked the obvious question: "So, Sandie, tell me where you want me to dump my cum."

Sandie tried to find the right answer in my face. I raised an eyebrow and gave her another thrust.

"On my face?" she said, hesitantly.

Perfect. I knew she'd always remember saying that, begging a stranger to come on her face.

I laughed.

"I like this view better," I said, "I'll come on your fat arse. Hold it open for me."

Sandie pulled her arse cheeks apart like a good little whore and waited for my cum to run down her legs as I tossed off over her.

"Don't stand up yet," I said.

I used my iPhone to take a picture of my cum sliding down Sandie's arse cheek, just to the right of her gaping cunt.

"What are doing?" Sandie said, straightening up.

"Making a little souvenir of our evening together." I showed her the picture on my phone. "If you give me your number I'll send you a copy."

Sandie stared at me.

"You are a sick bastard."

"And what does that make you, Sandie. Think about that."

I fished three twenties out of my wallet and offered them to her.

"Taxi money?" I said.

"Fuck off."

"Been there, done that. Have a good evening, Sandie. It was a pleasure fucking you."

I thought that was a pretty cool exit line. I'd have to remember that one.

I found a cab as soon as I hit street level. As we pulled away from the curb, the cabbie grinned at me and said, "You smell like you've had a good night, mate." I took a deep breath and realized that, in the confines of the cab, the just-fucked smell was impossible to miss. I grinned back at the cabbie, pulled Sandie's panties from my pocket and held them up for him to see.

Before I could say anything, my iPhone rang.

"Hi, babe," I said, "Yeah, I know, I'm late. I had to take some clients for a drink after the meeting. No I don't need food. I just had a bar snack. Did I miss the kids? I'll make it up to you. I'm gonna hit the shower as soon as I get home. When I'm done, I want to find you in the bedroom wearing nothing but thigh-highs, heels, a little lube and a smile. No you may not start without me. Nor unless you want a spanking. You're right, it might be worth it. Now go and get ready, I'll be home in a few."

I closed the call. The cabby made eye contact with me in the mirror.

"You lead a bloody charmed life, mate."

"You're so right," I said and settled back into my seat to flick through the photos on my iPhone.

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© 2011 Mike Kimera. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

Bio: Mike Kimera was raised as an Irish Catholic living in England and now works as a management consultant living in Switzerland. At the age of forty three he started writing stories about sex and lust and the things they do to us and ten years later he's still at it. Mike has had stories included in fifteen anthologies and has published one book of stories: Writing Naked. The title story won the Rauxa prize for Erotic Fiction in 2005. "Toying with Lily" was short-listed for the John Preston Short Fiction Award in 2008. You can find Mike's stories at: mikekimera.wordpress.com


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