Chapter 1
All during dinner, Melissa had known that it wasn't working. Jack was an okay guy, but there was no magic, not even a hint of connection between them. Except in the crotch, of course, but there couldn't be sex without that sort of connection, and that wasn't what she meant.
She hadn't been out with a guy who turned her on in ages, and she was getting tired of it. If it wasn't for Tyler and his magnificent young cock, she'd have been climbing the walls a long time ago.
She tried to keep her utter indifference from showing, but she knew it was there, in the bored expression on her face and in her lackadaisical response.
Totally absorbed in staring at her voluptuous body and fucking her, Jack didn't notice. "God, your pussy feels good," he whispered. "It holds my cock like a velvet glove. So hot and tight and wet."
"Ummm," she muttered, jiggling her hips indolently. "You've got such a nice big cock."
She felt like a damn fool. His cock was nice. It just didn't turn her on. In general, men hadn't turned her on since Howard ran away with that twenty-year-old bimbo.
"I'm about to cum," he grunted. "Are you ready?"
"Go ahead and get it, baby," she replied softly, trying to sound interested, "don't worry about me.
He hammered her cunt harder, grunting both from the exertion and the cloying force of his impending orgasm. She felt his cock swell an instant before it erupted and put her hands on his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist and jiggled her hips rapidly to help him along. He grunted louder and fucked her harder for a few moments, then slowed to a gentle in and out motion.
She let her legs fall to the bed and patted him tenderly on the shoulder. "That was good, baby," she said half-heartedly. "You fuck me so well."
Jack lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling. "You didn't get anything from it," he said.
"Yes, I did," she said quietly. "I like the way your cock feels in me, and helping you get off pleases me."
"I want the woman to enjoy it as much as I do. You seemed interested earlier." He sighed deeply.
"What did I do wrong?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, baby. It's my fault."
"I don't understand," he said, sounding distressed. "You're healthy and exciting, you've got a body to die for, and your pussy is as sweet as honey and as tight as a glove. Sex is as much mental as physical. You've got a superb mind and a good imagination, but you fucked me only with your pussy, not your brain. Are you worried that my wife might find out and make trouble for you?"
"No. Your wife is your problem. She can make trouble for you, not me. My pussy got wet and you got off, so I guess you'll just have to be satisfied with that. I can't seem to get my mind into it lately. With you, or anyone else."
"Thanks a lot," he muttered sourly. "If your mind drifts and you lose it, that means I can't hold your attention."
"I don't lose interest because my mind drifts. My mind drifts because I've lost interest. I'm trying to work on it. I just don't seem to make any headway." She caressed his arm and sighed. "Don't fret, you got what you wanted. You've been trying to get in my pants for years. Well, now you have."
"And you never gave me a tumble," he said.
"I wanted to, but I couldn't take the chance as long as Howard was around. Now that he's gone, I'm a free agent and I can fuck whoever I want."
"Then why aren't you more active? I certainly didn't force you. You seemed as interested as I was."
"Past tense?" She chuckled. "Does that mean you don't want to fuck me again?"
"I don't know. Howard always talked about how much you liked sex, and I expected a lot more than I got." He sat up and looked at her. "That's it, isn't it? Howard destroyed your self-confidence by running away with his secretary, didn't he?"
"I hope you don't expect me to celebrate," she said acidly. "I still like being intimate with a man. I just don't cum. It's no big deal with me, and you shouldn't make such a big deal out of it, either. You can take me to dinner and fuck me again if you want. If you can sneak out on your wife."
"Don't be sarcastic."
"I'm not," she assured him, "not at all. I mean it. I like you, and if you want to fuck me, you can. And don't think that you've got to tell me you love me or any bullshit like that. Sex is sex, and I like cock."
"I don't understand you," he said.
"Women are from Venus and men are from Mars," she quipped, "however it goes." She sat up and took his limp cock in her hand. "I don't want you to go away unhappy." She squeezed his prick gently. "You didn't cum the way you like, did you? Still got part of your load in there that I need to work out for you?"
"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor," he chuckled.
"I think we can work this thing out together," she chuckled. "I don't understand me, either. If that's any consolation to you. I still like sex and I want so badly to cum the way I used to. My orgasms used to be so powerful, they almost blew my mind." They still did, under certain circumstances, and those circumstances sometimes bothered her.
Jack decided she was a hopeless case, so he might as well get what he could from the encounter. He had no intention of coming back for seconds, no matter how good her pussy was. "Speaking of blowing, are you going to suck me off?"
"No, I want to jack you off and watch you cum." She stroked his cock gently. "I've always liked to watch a guy cum, and that's one thing I haven't lost interest in."
"Do whatever you want," he said. "Do you feel anything at all when you fuck?"
"Yes, I like to play with a cock and suck it and it feels good when you lick my clit and your cock inside me makes me happy. I just don't feel enough to get off." That wasn't true. She got off every time with Tyler, but he was special. She stripped Jack's foreskin back and ran her tongue around his bare knob. "It's already getting hard," she muttered.
"You're taking all this calmly." His hips jerked and he grunted. "It feels good when you extend your thumb and rub it along the underside of the head that way."
She covered just the head with her mouth and stroked the shaft firmly, then removed her mouth and resumed her thumb-extended stroking. "It goes smoother with a little saliva on it," she said. "How else can I take it? My lack of interest is my fault, not yours." She wrapped her fist loosely around the head and twisted it around.
"Damn, that feels wonderful! Jack me with your other hand while you do that."
She put her left hand on the shaft and slid it slowly up and down. "like that?"
"Yeah. What's the catch? You must expect something from this."
"You gave me your best effort, Jack. What more can I expect?" She removed her fist from the head, wet it with saliva again, and put her hand back around the bare knob and tightened her grip and stroked the shaft a little faster. "You're coming up nicely. I like the way your cock throbs in my hand."
"Yeah, it won't be long," he agreed. He gasped and his hips heaved up and down. "Faster," he gasped.
She slid her right hand down from the knob and gripped his shaft and moved her left hand down and cupped his balls. "I do better with my right hand," she said. "Cum for me, baby. I want to watch your juice squirt out of the end of your cock."
"Go, baby," he panted, "as fast as you can."
As her hand flew up and down his shaft, she tightened and relaxed her grip, trying to simulate the way her pussy caressed his cock when he fucked her. She felt his prick swell and watched raptly, waiting anxiously for the foregone outcome.
His body trembled and his hips started bouncing up and down rapidly. "Now," he gasped.
She pulled on his scrotum and rolled his balls in her hand and jerked him firmly, using the same steady pace, and her reward came in the form of a strong spurt of jism that shot into the air and landed on his belly. She continued without letup and got a second squirt that wasn't quite as powerful that landed on the edge of her hand, and she smeared it all over his shaft and her palm as her hand moved methodically up and down.
"Good, baby, good," she murmured. She put her thumb against the bottom of his rod, pressed hard and squeezed as she drew her hand up, milking the last drop from him. She picked up the pearly bead with the tip of her tongue and rolled it in her mouth, savoring the unique flavor. "Now, that should take care of you."
"Yeah," he said. "You do that very well."
"I'm just a handy gal to have around," she laughed.