Max leaned against a wall at the party, sipping a glass of Scotch and observing a lovely woman across the room. Many attractive women were attending this gathering, but this particular woman stood out. She wore a stylish, form-fitting dress that cried, “Look at me!” And Max was looking.
Waiting for the right moment, he made his move. Walking up to the woman, he said, “May I refresh your drink?”
The woman looked at him, studying his face briefly before handing him her glass. “It’s vodka-tonic,” she said with a smile. “I prefer it with Absolute. That brand has more bite.”
“Coming right up,” Max said.
A few minutes later, he was back, handing her a drink. “Vodka-tonic,” he said, “With Absolute and the proper amount of bite.”
The woman smiled up at him and tasted her drink. “Perfect,” she told him. “Do I know you?”
“I am Maxwell Thornhill the Third,” he said. “My friends call me Max or Trace. I’m good with both.”
“Thank you, Max,” she said. “It’s always good to meet a gentleman. I’m Abby.”
“It’s not so much that I’m a gentleman,” he confessed, “As I’m a voyeur.”
“You like to watch?” she replied. “What have I done to be the center of your attention?”
“I’ve studied you for a while,” he told her. “And I’ve come to some conclusions.”
“What conclusions?” she asked with serious interest.
“First, I would say that you are an exhibitionist,” he responded. “Your dress says that you want everyone to look at you. It’s stylish and the perfect color for you. The dress displays your marvelous body, so looking at you isn’t exactly difficult.”
“What else?” she asked.
“I would say that you are not wearing anything under the dress and have no pubic hair,” he offered. “I would also say that your breasts are impressive while your ass is about the most perfect I’ve ever seen.”
“Perfect?” Abby asked.
“I’m an ass man,” he said with a grin. “I consider myself an expert. But my observation does bring one question to mind. Does your perfect ass get a chance to be pleased by anal sex?”
Abby considers the man standing in front of her. “You are certainly blunt.”
“Yes, I am. It makes life simpler. Being direct eliminates being misunderstood.”
“Well, Mr. Blunt, there was no misunderstanding your last question,” Abby said. She paused a moment, looking into his brilliant blue eyes. “The answer to your question is yes. I do enjoy a hard cock in my, as you call it, perfect ass.” She took a quick look around the room. “It’s getting a little hot in here. Why don’t we go out onto the balcony?”
“Lead the way,” he replied. As Abby walked ahead of him, Max’s eyes were glued to her ass. The direct approach doesn’t always work, he thought. But it does cut out all the bullshit.
Once on the balcony, Abby positioned herself where she was shielded from view to anyone at the doorway. She smiled at Max and lifted her dress more than halfway up her thighs. “Would you like to prove your hypothesis?”
Without hesitation, Max placed his hand between her thighs, letting his fingers touch the inside of her creamy skin. Moving his hand slowly and keeping his eyes on hers, Max stopped when his hand cupped her sex. Removing his hand, he allowed his middle finger to slip through her vaginal lips and lightly touch the opening of her pussy.
“No panties and no hair. And a bonus… you are quite wet.”
“I’m almost always wet,” she explained. “Wet and ready.”
“You sound like my kind of woman.”
Abby moved her hand to his crotch. “We have yet to determine if you are my kind of man,” she said while lightly squeezing his package.
“I haven’t had any complaints,” he suggested.
She found his zipper and lowered it before slipping her hand inside his trousers. Finding his stiffening cock, Abby said, “I can feel why you haven’t had complaints.” With her eyes still locked with his, she pulled his member out of his pants while slowly stroking it. “Congratulations, Mr. Blunt, you have passed the first Abby test.”
“What’s the second test?” he asked.
Abby bent at the waist, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it before standing up. “You pass Abby’s test number two.”
“Is there a third?”
“Oh, yes,” she said. “But we can’t do that test out here. Stuff that thing back in your pants and follow me.”
Once his pants were zipped up, Max followed Abby back into the house and down a hallway. She opened a door and ushered him into a bathroom. After locking the door, her arms were around his neck, pulling her lips to his. After breaking a very satisfying kiss, Abby said, “And you passed the third test. Are you ready for number four?”
When he nodded, Abby positioned herself in front of the basin, looking into the large mirror. She lifted her dress to her waist and leaned forward, exposing her ass and hairless pussy lips. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Max moved behind her, dropped his pants to the floor and touched the head of his stiff member against her opening. Putting his hands on her hips, he pressed against her, feeling his cock slip inside her hot, wet pussy. He watched her face in the mirror as her eyes closed and mouth opened.
Once he had pushed his thick member into her depth, Max began a slow in-and-out motion.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Give it to me, Mr. Blunt,” Abby said in a ragged voice. “Fuck me!”
Max didn’t need to be asked twice. He immediately began thrusting into her in a hard, pumping rhythm while slapping her ass cheeks with every other thrust as he continued to watch her face in the mirror. He watched her eyes open wide and then appear to roll back in her skull. Abby’s pussy grabbed his cock with a vice grip, and she shuddered in her orgasm.
He stopped moving to see what would happen next. He watched her eyes open and look back at him through the mirror. “I thought you wanted my ass,” she hissed.
His member was dripping with her juices as he pulled it out of her and placed the head at her crinkled opening. He felt her relax before he pushed and was thrilled when it slipped quickly into her ass.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped again. “Yes, Mr. Blunt. That’s what I need.”
Max found her ass tight and hot. He plunged into her, giving no thought to being gentle. She wanted her ass taken, and he wasn’t going to disappoint her.
“Cum inside me,” she groaned. “That’s what I want!”
He hadn’t thought about being ready to reach his orgasm, but her words brought him to the edge. Max slapped one ass cheek and then the other before exploding inside her, filling her bowels with hot jets of spunk.
He watched her again in the mirror. Abby’s eyes slowly opened, and she looked back at him. “Fuck, baby,” she said with a smile. “That was incredible.”
“I live to serve,” he told her, moving his cock slowly inside her.
Abby moved, making his cock pop out of her ass. She quickly moved to the toilet and sat on it. “You know how to show a girl a good time,” Abby said as they both heard the sound of his cum leaking out of her and splashing into the toilet water. “I think you’re a keeper.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he said with a grin. “What happens next?”
“I think we get out of here and go someplace where we can get naked in a bed. I like to get hammered with something soft under my back.”
“It will take us about thirty minutes to get to my place,” he told her, “but I can entertain you while we drive.”
“That’s too much time,” Abby said as she stood. “I want your stiff cock again sooner than that. We’ll go to my house. It’s only about ten minutes from here.” She pointed at his softening cock. “Get that beautiful thing back in your pants before we thank our host for a lovely party.”
Abby and Max were getting into their cars in less than five minutes. “Follow me,” she said before kissing his cheek. “Just pull into my driveway and follow me inside. I promise to fix you a nice breakfast in the morning.”
When Max parked in her driveway, he was stunned to see her ‘house.’ It was an extremely large house in a very expensive neighborhood. As he walked inside the garage, Abby lowered the door behind him.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, leading him inside her home.
Once inside, Max looked around and said, “There’s nothing humble with this abode.”
Abby spun around and smiled at him. “It’s a little large for me, but it’s mine.”
“Does this place have three levels?” he asked, showing awe at what he saw.
“It does,” she answered. “This floor has the formal living room, dining room and kitchen. Then, on the back is the family room. The second floor has three bedrooms and an office. The top floor is my bedroom.”
“Are you ultra-wealthy?” Max wanted to know. “This place is worth millions.”
“My ex bought it when we married,” she explained. “I had no money, but he was loaded. That’s probably why I married him. And… he was good in the sack. When we got divorced, the judge ruled that I should get the house, and he should pay it off. I also received a trust fund that gives me a monthly allowance that will keep me comfortable until I drop dead.”
Still marveling at his surroundings, Max asked, “How did you swing a deal like that. You must have shown he was some kind of monster.”
“Actually, you are correct. That’s exactly what I did.”
Max put his hands on her shoulders. “You don’t have to explain it to me if you’d rather not. But for that kind of settlement, you must have proved him to be Satan.”
Abby moved close and put her arms around his waist. “Let’s go upstairs and fuck one more time. Then I’ll tell you the entire story.” She turned around and pressed a button. “Let’s take the elevator. I don’t want to wear you out walking up the stairs.”
The elevator doors opened into a massive bedroom. The back was all glass and opened on a patio with an exceptional water view. Abby stepped outside the elevator and went back to Max. “Unzip me, Mr. Blunt. I want to be naked and in your arms.”
Max unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She turned slowly to give him an unobstructed view of her flawless body. He had expected her breasts to be beautiful but was floored to see how magnificent her bare body was. He was instantly erect.
Abby dropped to her knees, released him from his clothes, and immediately sucked his cock into her mouth. After taking half of it, she looked up at him with a smile. “I have no plans to let go of this until you fill my mouth with your jizz.”
While Abby bobbed her head back and forth, Max let his eyes take in the room. He could see that the bathroom was in the front of the house and guessed it was quite large. There was a lounging area with chairs and a couch in front of a large television. The large bed faced the glassed area. He could only imagine the view from the bed in daylight hours.
His eyes moved back to the beautiful naked woman sucking his cock. Max had been with many beautiful women, but this one was exceptional. She was eagerly sucking his member, making loud, erotic sounds. Max put his hands on the sides of her face and began fucking her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled Abby to her feet. “You are obviously a champion cocksucker, but now I want you to ride my face.”
He rolled over on the bed, landing on his back with his member pointing at the ceiling.
Abby seemed to growl as she climbed onto the bed, straddled him and took hold of the headboard. She pressed her pussy down on his mouth and began to glide it back and forth.
Once he got her off, Max flipped her over on her back. He wasted no time in planting his stiff rod as deeply into her dripping pussy as it would go. Her moans were loud and stimulating as he pounded her with all he had. When he felt her body tremble and her nails dug into the flesh of his back, Max released a torrent of semen into her depths and collapsed on her.
They were both panting like marathon runners when Max began to feel his cum seeping out around his softening member. “I’m sorry, Abby. I should have asked if it was okay to cum inside you.”
Still panting, she replied, “That’s not something you’ll ever have to worry about. I can’t have children. That’s probably the second reason Robert married me. I was a whore he could fuck ten times a day without a worry.”
To Max, Abby’s statement seemed sad. He decided to dig deeper into her story when the time was right.
“You are an impressive lover,” Abby said as she lightly touched his face. “How many needy women have you deflowered?”
“I leave that to other men,” he replied. “I prefer experienced women who want to enjoy being fucked.”
“Once again, you expose your tendency to be blunt, but I like it. I like a man that takes what he wants without games.”
Perhaps we should have something to drink before we begin another bout of passion,” he suggested.
“Yes, Mr. Blunt, I believe you are correct,” Abby said as she rolled off the bed. When she stood, a stream of semen rolled down her thigh. She stopped, scooped it up with her fingers and put the fingers in her mouth. “Oh, yum,” she said with a grin. “I’ll have to have seconds on this.”
Walking away, Abby said, “I have a mini-bar up here. When I need a drink, I don’t want to have to go all the way down to the kitchen. I have a little of everything. What can I get you?”
“Wine would be perfect,” he answered. “Whatever you’d prefer.”
As Abby walked back to the bed carrying two wine glasses, Max studied the beauty and perfection of her body. He wondered how such a magnificent creature could be divorced. How could any man let go of her beauty and such a fantastic lover?
When she reached the bed and handed him a glass, Max asked, “Why don’t you tell me how you managed to get this exceptional place. I need a little rest before I ravage you again.”
Abby smiled and curled up on the bed with the grace of a cat. She touched her glass to his, saying, “Cheers. Here’s to being ravaged.”
After taking a sip, Abby began her story. “About five years ago, I married Robert DeAngelo. He was ten years older than me but rich and handsome. That’s a hard combination to pass up if you’re a young woman with a desire to live well. Before we were married, he found this place and bought it, saying it would be mine as long as I wanted it. I think, at the time, it was valued at more than three million.”
“That’s quite a price tag,” Max said.
“The last time I checked, it’s worth over four million. We lived here for about four months, enjoying every day together, and I grew to love it here. Then, one Saturday, Robert’s younger brother came over for dinner. After dining, I was in the kitchen when Robert came in. He patted my butt and suggested that I have sex with his brother. He seemed to think his brother had been alone for a while and needed a ‘roll in the hay’ with a woman as hot as me.”
“Were you surprised?”
“I was perfectly willing to bow to my husband’s wishes. Besides, I think you are aware of my enjoyment of good sex.”
Max chuckled. “Indeed I am.”
“So, we took Anthony upstairs to the bedroom, and Robert watched us fuck for about thirty minutes. Then he got undressed and joined us. I had never had two men at the same time. I’ll have to admit to enjoying the attention. And that went on all night and started again the next morning. When Anthony left on Sunday evening, I was worn out, and my husband seemed to be thrilled with our threesome weekend.”
“He sounds like a generous man,” Max said. “I don’t believe I would ever share you with anyone.”
Abby continued, “Two weeks later, Anthony was back, and once again, we had a long weekend of outrageous sex. The third time his brother showed up, I was concerned about Robert’s willingness to allow this to carry on like that. I worried he might decide to share me with others. But by then, I was growing used to a wealthy lifestyle. I didn’t want to do anything to upset my enviable position.”
“How long did that go on?” Max wanted to know.
“It was every other weekend for about three months. Again, I comforted myself that Anthony was even better while Robert was a skilled lover. While I was a little uncomfortable, I was enjoying it.”
“Why did it stop?”
“Anthony moved away,” Abby explained. “We had our first anniversary before anything else happened. Our lives had been quiet. There was a lot of sex, but just between the two of us. Robert liked to have me out on the third-floor balcony naked. I think he thought the neighbors were watching. Again, it was something I could live with. Money can overcome many ills.”
Abby put her glass down before reaching for Max’s member. She smiled and began to stroke it. “Then, one Friday, Robert announced that he would host a poker party for his buddies the following night. He explained he had a group of guys he had played with for years, and it was his turn to be the host. Robert suggested I be the night hostess, serving drinks and keeping food available. He also suggested that I should wear something sexy and a sheer top that would show off my breasts.”
“Did you do it?”
“Of course I did,” she said, continuing to stroke his hardening cock. “If my rich husband wanted to show off his trophy wife, why should I object? Robert bought a large, round poker and installed it in the back room on the first floor. He had a bar set up and a variety of snacks catered. I wore a short, tight skirt that showed off my butt and an almost transparent blouse that clearly showed my tits and nipples. Robert was very proud.”
“I’ll bet his fellow players were distracted from the cards watching you,” Max declared.
“I considered that possibility,” Abby said before leaning over and taking the head of Max’s member in her mouth. “I’ll come back to that beautiful cock later. The evening went well. As I recall, Robert was the big winner for the night. As they were finishing, he pulled me to him and surprised me by putting his hand under my skirt in a manner that let the other men know he was touching my pussy. While touching me, he invited them all to return next week for another game. When they were gone, my husband bent me over the poker table and fucked me hard. When he finished, Robert said he would pick out something sexier for me to wear for the next gathering.”
“It sounds like he was using you as a distraction for the other players.”
“At the time, I thought so too, but I changed my mind as time passed. The next week, he gave me a sheer shortie nightie to wear. It was so short it barely covered my butt. I wasn’t crazy about the idea of spending the evening taking care of his friends, with most of me showing, but I did it for Robert. That happened twice. Then, one night, as they were beginning, Robert dealt cards while I served drinks. He told them the first person to get an ace would deal the first hand. Then he stopped and added that the first to get a duce would get a blowjob from his sexy young wife.”
Max gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Nope,” Abby said. “I’m telling the truth. He even added that it would be a rare treat for the winner because I had fantastic oral skills. At the end of the night, I got on my knees and sucked off one of the players while the others watched. I’ll be honest and say that I enjoyed the attention I received but didn’t appreciate being given away by my husband without warning.”
“I don’t think many wives would have done it,” Max said.
“Probably not,” Abby said as she straddled Max and took his stiffy into her wet pussy. She slowly slid down until he was fully buried in her. “When I decided that he would eventually offer me to them to fuck, I took matters into my own hands.” As she began sliding up and down his shaft, Abby said, “I had the room wired for audio and video. The night he laid me naked on the poker table and told his friends to enjoy fucking me, I got it all recorded. The recording included me asking him not to humiliate me this way and him slapping my face and telling me to be a good whore.”
Max was having trouble concentrating on her words as he watched her slide up and down his erection. Finally, he managed to say, “So, what did you do with the recording?”
“I took it to a highly touted divorce lawyer,” she told him. “He watched the tape and grinned. He said, ‘We’ve got that bad boy by the balls.’ My lawyer was able to schedule an emergency court hearing to rescue me from a man who was abusing me physically and mentally. After watching the recording, the judge granted me an immediate divorce, the house in my name and a four million dollar trust fund to send me monthly support payments.”
The feeling of that silky vagina sliding up and down his member was affecting his ability to think. Her story was excellent, but not more than her talented pussy. Max decided to concentrate on making her cum now and talk about her trials later.
When he was nearing his climax, Abby pulled off of his cock and slipped it into her ass. “Cum in my ass, Mr. Blunt,” she cried out. “That’s what I want, and I need it now.”
They both went over the edge at the same time.
Max opened his eyes a little past three in the morning. After their combined monumental orgasms, they curled up together and fell asleep. The only light in the large room came from the moon, which seemed to hang just outside the glass wall in Abby’s bedroom. He studied her body in the dim light. This is a woman to be carefully considered, he mused. She is beautiful, sexy and conniving. She played her cards with a millionaire and won.
Abby felt he was awake and turned to look over her shoulder. “Why are you awake?” she asked. “Do you need to fuck me again before breakfast?”
“No,” he whispered. “I could probably fuck you twenty more times before I needed to eat. Your body is simply too perfect to allow me to sleep.”
Abby turned over and smiled at him. “Well said, Mr. Blunt. I am yours twenty more times.”
“Do you plan to record it?”
“I might,” she answered with a grin. “You’ll want to make certain you give me your best.”
Max gave her his best then and into the morning. The two of them stayed in bed most of the day and night.
After what must have been his twentieth orgasm, Max thought, Robert, you are a total moron.
Edited by ChrisM
