When he graduated from college with a business degree in marketing, Frank Childress imagined himself receiving congratulations from a large consumer goods manufacturing company for his fantastic introduction of a new product. He dreamed of his victory and the promotion he would earn due to his outstanding product development.
However, six months after graduation, Frank found he had no job offers from even small consumer goods companies. While he had thought his degree would open doors for him, Frank found that it opened none. Without a Master’s Degree, no company of any significance was interested in talking to him.
Six months after graduation, Frank was living with his parents in Fort Worth, Texas. Reading the daily newspapers for job openings was totally depressing. After being on his own for the past three years, now living under his parents’ roof was the last thing he had expected.
Frank answered an ad from a small cosmetics manufacturer seeking someone in the Dallas/Fort Worth area to serve as a company merchandiser. It was a job far below what he believed his potential was, but he was becoming desperate. He needed an income to live on his own.
After accepting the job, Frank took his father’s advice, “Do any job to the best of your ability. You will be rewarded for your efforts.”
By the time Frank was twenty-six, he had turned the merchandiser job into a sales position. He was moved to cover the Midland-Odessa area of West Texas.
Perhaps the best thing about his new job was the woman who had the apartment across the hall. Her husband was working abroad, and she needed someone to warm her bed. Frank was available and willing. Over the next year, the woman took Frank to her sex school and taught him everything he would ever need to know about pleasing a woman. When he wasn’t traveling his territory, he was in her bed and earning an A+ in sex ed.
Frank was now thirty-five years old. He had earned high praise for his territory management and his conquest of women. He had worked for several cosmetic companies and now worked for an elite line with a fat salary, paid expenses and less travel. He lived in a new and stylish condo with new furnishings. Frank remained single with a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. Just the way he liked it.
As part of his business routine, Frank went to Austin every other week. He had three large department store customers there that required his attention for at least a full day. He typically stayed in a Marriott Hotel, ate well and drank expensive scotch. He lived well on the road at his employer’s expense.
On this particular trip, Frank was inside the cosmetics island with his saleswoman, Jackie. “Frank, we have a new woman working in the store for Arden. I want to introduce her, but I want your word you won’t try to spoil her.”
“Who have I ever spoiled?” he asked.
“Carly is a sweet woman. I’ve never even heard her use profanity. She’s been divorced for a couple of years and is a little shy. I know when you see her tits and ass, you’ll be all over her. I don’t want you breaking her heart.”
“You think I’m into tits and ass?”
“I know you are, Frank. I have worked with you for three years and have learned everything about you. Lord knows I’ve offered you my body many times. You always turned me down.”
“That’s because we have a business relationship,” he pointed out. “Besides that… I know your husband, and he’s big enough to tear me into small pieces if he thought I was jumping your bones.”
“She’s coming over here now,” Jackie whispered. “Remember that you are going to be nice.”
Frank saw the woman approaching them. He guessed her to be thirty, and Jackie was dead on. This woman had an excellent figure. He decided she was very attractive. Not really beautiful, but a handsome woman.
“Frank, may I introduce Carly Chisum?” Jackie said. “She works for Arden and has been here for a little over a month.”
Frank held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Carly. Are you a part of the Chisum family that settled Texas and has a big cattle ranch?”
The woman smiled at Frank when she answered. “That’s my ex-husband’s family. I just kept the name when we divorced. My maiden name was Higginbotham, and I preferred the shorter name.”
Frank and Jackie both laughed. “I can totally understand your decision,” Frank replied. “Have you been working in the cosmetics business long?”
“I started two years ago after my divorce,” Carly answered with a frown. “I worked for Revlon for a couple of years. So, I learned the business from them. This job I have now pays better and has better hours. And I’d have to say my supervisors are nicer.”
“I think you’ll enjoy working in this store,” Frank suggested. “And you’ll get to work with Jackie. That will be a bonus.”
“Be careful of him,” Jackie said. “He has a silver tongue and will be taking your panties off before you know what’s happening.”
Carly looked at Frank and smiled. Her look suggested she was thinking that his getting into her panties didn’t sound like a bad idea.
An hour later, Frank was in the stock room checking inventory when Carly came down his aisle. “Is this your space too?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “I need to get a couple of things for the counter.”
Frank watched as she reached for the items she wanted. He had to admit that Jackie was correct when she said this woman had a great ass. Now he was wondering what kind of panties she was wearing. “Do you live near here?” he asked.
“It’s not far,” she answered. “When I got this job, I moved into a new apartment complex fairly close by. My commute is only about fifteen minutes. Why do you ask?”
“Oh… I was just wondering if you’d join me for a drink after work. I’m in town for three days and two nights every other week, and it would be nice to have someone to talk with.”
“Where would you suggest?”
“I’m staying at the Marriott. They have a nice, quiet bar that I generally visit in the evenings.”
“I know where that is, and I’ve been in their bar. It is very nice,” Carly offered. “I would enjoy having a drink with you, Frank. I don’t have many friends either. It would be nice to have a conversation with a man, and a glass of wine.”
“How about 6:30?” Frank asked.
“That would be ideal for me,” she replied. “Should I meet you in the bar?”
“Chances are pretty good I’ll be sitting at the bar when you walk in. I won’t be hard to find.” He was thinking, I might be hard, but not hard to find.
Shortly before 6:30, Frank looked up to see Carly enter the bar. He waved as she walked towards him. He noticed that she hadn’t changed clothes from work, but it was evident she had removed her bra. Her breasts were most appealing as they bounced with each step she took. After greeting her, Frank turned and spoke to the bartender. “Charlie, this lovely lady and I will be moving to a table.” He asked Carly, “What is your preference in wine?”
“Anything white and chilled.”
To Charlie, he said, “Pour a pinot, and we’ll take it to the table.”
An hour and a half and three more glasses of wine later, Frank had learned a lot about Carly. She was thirty, had married at twenty, and the marriage lasted eight years before the divorce. Her husband had wanted children, and Carly was unable to conceive. On the fourth glass of wine, Carly had opened up and given Frank a lot of details about her marriage. She and her husband had daily sex. It was short and basic, but it was daily. She had been happy with the marriage. Her husband’s seeming only interest in life was having a son. He left her to find a ‘child-bearing’ woman.
Frank found out that she had been despondent for six months after the divorce before she picked herself up and went looking for a job. He learned that she enjoyed working and being around people in stores, but had not been out with a man since her divorce was finalized. Frank couldn’t help but think, if she had daily sex with her husband and hadn’t had it now for two years, she must be ungodly horny!
In the conversation, Frank had given her all the information about his life, including where he had lived and the jobs he had had. He made sure she knew he was single, not a traveling salesman with a wife and kiddies at home.
Finally, Frank said, “We’ve been here a while, and you must be starved. Would you like to move to the restaurant and have a meal? The chef here makes a mean gumbo or a chicken-fried steak if you prefer.”
“I should probably be getting home,” Carly said with a sweet smile. “I’ve had enough wine to put me to sleep early.”
“I’d rather you stay, but understand if you need to go. Where are you parked?”
“I’m in the underground parking lot.”
“Then I’ll walk you to your car. Those caverns can be a little spooky after dark.”
“Thank you, Frank,” she said. “I can see you are a true gentleman.”
The parking area was lit, but poorly. When they arrived at Carly’s car, she turned to look up at Frank to thank him for a pleasant evening. However, when their eyes met, he understood that she wanted to be kissed. Frank pulled her to him, giving her a nice, slow lip kiss that suddenly turned into a vortex of hot lava.
It had been a long time since Carly had shared a romantic kiss, and this one was a doozy. Their tongues tangled and their bodies pressed together. She was swept up in a lustful hunger that she hadn’t felt since her marriage. A tiny voice in the back of Carly’s head was telling her to stop, but the fire between her legs was shouting, “Go, go, go!”
The heated kiss broke. Looking into Carly’s eyes, Frank said, “I think if we plan to continue this, we should go up to my room. That is, unless you want to put on a show for passersby.”
She swallowed hard and nodded her head. “That sounds like the logical thing to do.”
Frank took her by the hand, leading her back to the lobby and the elevators. Neither of them spoke a word as the elevator rose to the eighth floor, but Carly could feel her excitement building. There was no doubt in her mind that as soon as they were in his room, her clothes would disappear and she would willingly submit to him. Her behavior might be shameful, but she didn’t care. She wanted what was going to happen next.
Carly quietly walked into his room. As soon as the door was closed and locked, she practically jumped on him. The kiss that followed made the last one seem tame.
As they kissed passionately, Frank had one hand in her hair while the other was busy removing her clothes. In a matter of minutes, Carly was pressed against the wall, wearing nothing but her shoes. Frank continued kissing her as his hand found the hot spot between her legs. When his finger slid into her hot, wet pussy, Carly groaned loudly. Frank didn’t stop pleasuring her until she reached her first orgasm.
With her body shaking from the powerful gush, Frank picked her up and laid her on the bed. He got his first look at her naked body and was mightily impressed. Her breasts were full and round. Her legs were shapely and firm. The only thing that didn’t meet his approval was her bush of pubic hair. Frank really detested pubic hair, as he was convinced that the only way to seduce a woman was to get her off using his tongue. It had always been his belief that once you go down on a woman, she’s yours for the taking from that point on. He had tested his theory many times and had no intention of letting this beauty get away without one of his famous, tongue-induced orgasms. If she were shaking from his fingers, she would be passing out from his oral performance.
Frank spread her legs and dove in for action. After starting, he had to admit that this was one of the sweetest pussies he had ever tasted. It took only a few seconds before he discovered that Carly responded even better than he had expected. She was loud, and her body shook. She almost bucked him off with her second orgasm.
Not wanting to waste her condition, Frank quickly undressed and mounted Carly. He found her to be tight, but so deliciously wet that he slid quickly to her depths. Before moving, Frank pulled her into another deep kiss until he felt her pelvis move underneath him. She wanted it, and he was going to give it to her.
The next several minutes were frantic. Carly was totally into what was happening, latching her heels around Frank’s thighs and taking everything he had to offer. She was lost in their coupling, her mind completely centered on her overheated and dripping pussy. Carly felt his kisses on her neck, his hands on her breasts, but mostly his thick, hard cock pumping in and out of her sex. It could have taken two minutes or two hours. She had no idea, but understood that another massive orgasm was about to wash over her like a tidal wave.
Carly’s third orgasm was much stronger than the first two, leaving her almost completely spent. To her surprise, Frank stopped briefly before resuming his deep thrusts. Within seconds, she was ready for another round.
Frank slowed down when he had filled her with a load of hot jizz, but continued with the same fervor he had when he’d started. He pushed her legs back until they touched her breasts, and it let him dive even deeper into her treasure. The speed and pounding of his thick cock pushed her over the edge for a fourth orgasm. Frank growled, stabbed his shaft deep into her and released a second load of sperm.
Once he had emptied himself, Frank rolled over on his back. “That was exceptional,” he whispered.
They lay quietly for several minutes, both of them catching their breath, before Carly leaned over, putting her hand in the middle of his chest. “I’ve never made love like that before in my life.”
Frank looked at Carly and smiled. “That, sweet lady, was not love making. That was wild animal fucking of the highest order.”
Carly blinked her eyes, thinking. She had never used the word ‘fuck’ to describe sex, but she had to admit that the term most certainly described what they had done. “I don’t think I’ve ever had more than one orgasm in a single day. You just made me cum four times. That’s incredible!”
Frank rolled toward her and put a hand on her ass cheek. “And I’m not through with you yet,” he announced. “I’m sure we can get you to six.”
Carly was shocked at his suggestion, but also excited. This was a new world for her.
“Frank,” she said softly. “Did you cum twice?”
He chuckled, still holding her ass cheek. “Sometimes when I’m really excited, my cock stays hard after I fire my load. When that happens, I keep going. Your sweet pussy was too good to waste.”
Again, Carly was shocked. In all the years of marriage, her husband had never referred to her sex as a ‘pussy.’ Thinking about it, she decided that she liked the simple truth of Frank’s vocabulary. It was not flowery or fake.
Frank delivered a third shock. He ran his fingers through her folds, covering them with the fluids draining out of her pussy. He moved his fingers to her face, wiping them on her nose and on her lips. “You’ll find that we taste better when combined.”
Carly had never had semen within a foot of her face, and certainly not her mouth. However, before she could object, the aroma of their discharge crept into her nose. She tasted it when, without thinking, she licked her lips. For one second, she was horrified. Thirty seconds later, she was shaking with excitement. Carly was now living in a world she had never known, and it was exciting.
Frank ran his fingers over her hardened nipples. “Did you enjoy what we did?”
“What we did was outrageous,” she answered, her eyes twinkling in the dim light. “It was out of control and… absolutely wonderful! I had no idea sex could be so good.” She paused, looking into his eyes, before asking, “Are we really going to do it again?”
“Without a doubt,” he answered while rolling off the bed. “I’m going to order something for us to eat from room service. Then, after I’ve refueled your tanks, I plan to get you off at least two more times. Did you like my tongue on your clit?”
“I’ve never had an orgasm that way, Frank,” she admitted. “The last time a tongue touched me there was during my senior year of high school. I thought the guy was weird, but I freely admit that tonight was a new awakening for me. I hope it will happen again.”
“It will,” he said flatly while searching for the room service menu.
As he talked to room service, Carly had the opportunity to observe Frank’s body. He was solidly built with light chest hair. She saw that his pubic hair had been trimmed. Her eyes took in his sizable cock, and she was impressed. He had to be twice her ex-husband’s size. She shivered, thinking that he had cum inside her, and continued fucking her until he’d had a second orgasm.
When their meal was delivered, Frank told Carly to stay under the sheets until the bellman was gone. He smiled as he watched her, knowing she was touching herself and feeling naughty.
Frank held out a shirt for her to wear while sitting at the rolling table.
Carly couldn’t remember a time when she had been so blatantly bold, sitting with a man she barely knew, practically naked. The food was excellent and needed, but she could only think of what would happen next. The excitement within her had her heartbeat racing. This was all new territory for her, and she was looking forward to whatever might happen. It was difficult for her to sit still.
When their meal was finished, Frank refilled their wine glasses before picking up Carly and dropping her on the bed. “Take off the shirt, sweetness,” he instructed her. “I want to see all of your naked body before I take you again.”
Carly thought she should probably be embarrassed, but quickly removed the garment and lay back, exposing herself to him. She knew her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was leaking. I hope he likes what he sees.
“You’ve got a body made for sex, baby,” he said with a growl. “I plan to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Frank positioned himself between her legs and dropped his head between her thighs. Looking up, he said, “We’ll start here and work our way up.”
It took only seconds for Carly to begin writhing and whimpering. She knew without a doubt Frank was tasting his own semen as his tongue worked on her. The idea of it pushed her over the top. Another powerful orgasm rattled her bones.
Frank was pleased with how quickly he got her off again. He thought, Now, I’ll give her the fucking she’s always needed.
He began working her nipples with his mouth as he, once again, slipped his stiff member into her tight, hot, wet hole. She gasped when he was deep inside her.
“That’s so good, Frank,” she groaned.
For the next forty minutes, Frank worked his magic on Carly. Before he flooded her one last time, she had two more orgasms and could hardly move.
After finally regaining her breath, Carly said, “That was just beyond belief, Frank. But I need to go home.”
“You could stay the night,” he whispered in her ear.
“That would be wonderful, but I’m ashamed enough having sex with someone I just met. While staying with you sounds delightful, I need to get home and regain some of my pride.”
“I understand,” he said in a soothing voice. “Let’s get dressed, and I’ll walk you to your car.”
As they walked down the hallway to the elevator, Carly’s legs were still wobbly. She just hoped she could make it to her car without falling. As they moved along the hallway and into the elevator, Carly couldn’t help thinking of how good it would be to spend the night with Frank. He had shown her more in one night than she had learned in all her adult life. When she was ready to say, Let’s go back to your room, the little voice in her head reminded her she needed to go home.
When they reached her car, Frank pulled her into another long, passionate kiss. “Are you sure you need to go home?” he asked.
“I am,” she answered with a frown.
“Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I’m not leaving town until Thursday afternoon.”
Carly’s eyes lit up. “I’d love to,” she answered before thinking that she should have been a bit coy.
“You want to meet me at 7:00?”
Thinking quickly, Carly replied, “7:00 would be great, but how about you come to my apartment? I’m not a bad cook, and I could return the favor of tonight’s dinner.”
“And then I could enjoy your wonderful body again,” he said with a grin.
Carly put her arms around his middle and looked up at him. “And I could enjoy your body again.”
Frank pulled her into a kiss as he pressed her against her car. Their kiss was getting boiling hot when a car drove past them. “You have my number,” he said. “Text me your address, and I’ll be there at 7:00.”
“That would be perfect,” Carly said in a soft, sweet voice. “We can spend some time getting to know each other.”
“And we can spend some time fucking like wild animals,” he whispered in her ear.
His words almost brought her to another orgasm. “Yes, we could,” she whispered.
As she was about to get into the driver’s seat, Carly looked up at Frank and asked, “Are you going to give me my panties back?”
He grinned. “I don’t think you’ll need them. While you’re driving home, you’re going to think about what we did tonight, and you’ll want to put a finger in your pussy. Your panties would only slow things down. I’ll give them back to you tomorrow night.”
Carly started her car and drove away as she waved to Frank. Two blocks away, she stopped at a traffic light and slipped a finger into her dripping pussy. “I should be ashamed,” she said aloud. “But I’m not. I just want more.” When she removed the finger, Carly rubbed it across her nose and lips. She drove home smelling and tasting the product of her wild sex.
Once in her bedroom, Carly shed her clothes and climbed into her bed naked. Her hands caressed her breasts and moved to her sex. She thought, This night was incredible. Could we possibly do more tomorrow? Her fingers rubbed her sensitive clit as she remembered what they had done. After one more orgasm, she fell asleep.
Edited by ChrisM
