Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther “The Root” Casey, it’s the late 1970’s and our well-hung hero is a college student at a large Midwestern university. He plays bass and spreads his considerable goodwill among the ladies. Per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.
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Midway through his junior year, Lute quit the rock and roll band he’d played with since starting college. The lead singer and two other band members wanted to record an album and go out on tour. Lute didn’t share their ambitions for the band, nor did he want to quit school to go on the road, so they amicably parted ways.
Lute had enjoyed being in the group. The music had been fun, his band mates had become his good friends, and he’d met lots of fine ladies anxious to share his bed – or the back of his van. But he was now ready to focus more on playing stand-up bass and jazz. And given that he was already a solid player, he was soon recruited to join a jazz trio with two other talented guys from the university’s music school. Their trio was quite good, and they started getting gigs at cocktail parties and other more staid affairs – quite a change from the crowded bars Lute was accustomed to playing. And it was at one such party where our story begins.
Max and Alexandra Richter were major donors to the university. In fact, the music school’s new recital hall bore their name. Lute first met the Richters at their namesake venue when his trio was part of a weekend jazz festival held there. The Richters introduced themselves backstage, complimented the group on their fine performance, and suggested they play at an upcoming party they’d be hosting. Their assistant followed up later to offer the trio a handsome fee and seal the deal.
It was a cold, clear night in February when the trio arrived at the Richter’s beautiful home. The house was sited on some wooded acreage in an exclusive area on the outskirts of town. It was a large modern brick structure with huge windows all around. And with its sleek interior layout and furniture, you could see why it had been featured in Architectural Digest magazine. The trio set up around the grand piano in one corner of the large main room with its 20 foot ceilings.
The house was just one of several the Richters owned, and it was often used for hosting university social events, even when the Richters weren’t in town. Dr. Maximillian Richter was a German who had emigrated to the US to attend grad school at the university. He earned a PhD and then went on to make a considerable fortune in biotechnology. He was now a distinguished older gentleman in his eighties, while his wife, Alexandra, was a striking beauty, more than thirty years his junior – about Lute’s mom’s age – tall with long brown hair and a statuesque figure.
With their piano, bass and drums, the trio provided background music for the gathering of well-heeled sophisticates and academics. The guest-of-honor was a friend of Max’s – a professor in European history who had just published a new book.
When the trio took a short break before their last set, Dr. Richter motioned for Lute to join him in the library. After showing Lute a few of his treasured first edition books, he took him by the arm and made his pitch, his clipped accent adding a bit of theater to the moment.
“I’m going off to bed as soon as we can get rid of this rowdy crowd,” he said with a chuckle, “Howeffer, my wife is a night owl, and I would appreciate it if you could, as they say, keep her company tonight. Would you be agreeable to such an arrangement, Luther?”
Surprised, though clear on what he was suggesting, Lute nodded, “Yes, I’d be glad to keep Mrs. Richter company this evening.”
“Excellent. We both will be very grateful,” Dr. Richter enthused. Then, their deal closed, he moved on to other matters as he escorted Lute out of the room, “Now, I’d luff to hear you fellows play some Count Basie.”
Lute rejoined the band for their final set, and with a nod to their host, they started out with Basie’s “Lady Be Good”. As they played, Lute scanned the room. When he saw Mrs. Richter in a classy v-neck sweater that accentuated her ample decolletage, he knew they’d have a good time together. And when the two made eye contact, she gave him a sly “See you later” wink before she returned to her hostess role, expertly working the crowd, laughing and making small talk.
When the music ended and the guests had been escorted out, Vera, the Richter’s prim and efficient assistant, approached Lute while he finished packing up his bass.
Speaking in a discrete and professional tone, she consulted her watch as she said, “Mrs. Richter will be expecting you to join her in the guest house at 11. It’s just beyond the pool.” Then slipping an envelope into his jacket pocket, she went on, “Mrs. Richter can be, um, somewhat… ‘insatiable’… if she enjoys a particular companion. So, if she invites you to stay the night, there will be another envelope delivered to you with breakfast. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Also, from what we’ve learned, you have, an, um, let’s call it, a ‘particular quality’, that Mrs. Richter appreciates. But there’s one additional asset that Mr. Richter and I want to be assured you also possess.”
“And what would that be?” Lute asked with a curious smile.
“Discretion.”
“Ah, yes. Well, discretion is my middle name,” Lute offered.
“Right. However, your middle name is Henry,” she said with a slight grin, “But, Mr. Casey, I trust you and know that any private dealings you have with the Richters will remain confidential. Now, Dirk will show you where to park your van. And once you’ve done that, come into the kitchen for a bite to eat before you join Mrs. Richter.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Lute said with a light chuckle.
“Yes, it’s a plan. Well now, thank you, Mr. Casey. I hope you have a wonderful evening.” And with that, Vera was off to attend to the caterers.
Lute had met Dirk when he first arrived at the Richters. He was a tall, sturdy no-nonsense Germanic-looking fellow whom Lute presumed was the Richter’s all-around guy: driver, bodyguard, valet, fixer, etc. Dirk opened the garage for Lute to park his Ford Econoline alongside a black Mercedes sedan and a bright red Porsche 911 Turbo. After Lute pulled in, Dirk slid a piece of carpet under the van’s engine compartment to catch any dripping fluids that might mar the garage’s pristine floor. Which, Lute observed, was a wise move, given the van’s leaky head gasket.
After instructing Lute on the layout of the property and how to enter the garage when he was ready to leave, Dirk led him into the large well-appointed kitchen where the Richter’s cook, a friendly Japanese woman named Toshiko, served him a steaming bowl of ramen with shrimp.
“Shrimp good for libido!” Toshiko whispered as she seated him on a stool at the far end of the counter. “Eat all…you gonna’ need it!” she added with a friendly laugh.
Feeling like a stallion being prepped for stud service, Lute slurped down the tasty soup. And when he remembered the envelope Vera had slipped into his jacket, he was surprised to find five crisp 100 dollar bills.
Though a bit sheepish about the “cock for hire” role he was now playing, Lute put the money back in his pocket and decided he’d go along for now, though he wasn’t sure he’d still be there to get his second installment at breakfast. However, since Mrs. Richter was a stone cold fox, he expected she could be very persuasive.
At 11pm sharp, Lute made his way over to the guesthouse and tapped on the door.
“Please, come in,” a sultry voice called out.
The guesthouse was spacious, and in the subdued lighting Lute could see it was decorated with the same sleek furnishings as the the rest of the place. With large windows overlooking the pool on one side and the forest on the other, the house provided guests with beautiful quarters.
Jazz was playing and a fire was burning in the fireplace. Curled up nearby on a leather and metal couch was Mrs. Richter, still wearing her pearls, but now clad in a silk kimono and sipping from a tumbler of amber liquid.
“Hello, Luther. I’m glad you came,” she said as he entered the room. “Please, fix yourself a drink. And then if you’d like, there’s a kimono over there in the bathroom,” she said, motioning towards an open door.
Lute did as she suggested, and once outfitted with a drink and robe he joined her on the couch.
After he settled in, Alexandra touched his cheek with the back of her hand and said softly, “Do you mind, Luther, if we postpone our ‘Get acquainted conversation’ for another time? I’m pretty talked out after the party.”
“Sure, that’s fine, Mrs. Richter,” Lute replied.
“Please, call me Alexandra.”
“Cool. Alexandra it is.”
“But, after we get to know each other better, you can call me ‘Alex’,” she said with a mischievous smile.
“I look forward to it,” Lute chuckled. Then remembering how he’d overheard Dr. Richter refer to her, he asked, “And Sascha?”
She paused for a moment, then said with the same sly smile, “Ah, yes. Sascha. Well, the thing is, you can’t call me that until you’ve fucked me in the ass. And I don’t usually give up my ass on a first date”
“Fair enough” Lute chuckled, “I’ll just leave ‘Sascha’ out there as my long range goal.”
Leaning against his shoulder, Alex moved in for their first kiss, a tender one that was followed by more equally gentle touches of their lips and tongues. And as their sensual introductions continued, she slid her hand inside Lute’s robe and found his huge tool. Fondling his member as it expanded to its thick ten-inches, she gave a deep sigh in anticipation of what awaited her.
After Lute became harder and bigger than she had expected, Alex undid her robe and slid up onto his lap. Then spitting into her hand, she reached down and spread saliva on his cock as she positioned her pussy over its bulbous head.
“Would it be alright if we went for a bit of a test drive?” She whispered, grabbing his shaft like a stick shift and gently raking its head back and forth across her cunt lips.
“Yeah, let’s go for a little spin,” Lute sighed. Then, unable to resist, he added, “Just slide me into your cockpit, baby.”
Groaning at both his lame joke and the feel of his cock as it entered her pussy, Alex settled down onto his huge meat, taking it all inside her with surprising ease.
“Mmm…yes, that’s nice. Very nice,” she said as she slowly ground onto his truncheon, letting it probe the depths of her pussy.
Then sliding a hand into her crotch, Alex began rubbing her clit as she shifted about on Lute’s tool, moving up and down in prolonged strokes as he filled her to the hilt with his member.
As she writhed in her slow seductive dance on his cock, Lute worked his mouth over her big luscious tits and their wide light brown areolae and nipples. And as her pearl necklace slid into her cleavage, it added a sexy dimension to her succulent body, as if to say, “I may be a slut, but I’m a classy one.”
Breathing heavily, Alex soon began to groan as she climaxed, affixing her mouth on Lute’s as an orgasm swirled through her body.
Working her tongue around inside Lute’s mouth, she tickled his uvula with serpentine flicks. This was a sensation he’d never felt before, and he’d soon learn it was due to her tongue being unusually long, which only added to her extensive lovemaking arsenal.
“Oh, yes, so nice…so nice,” she whispered as her body began to relax again after their slow spin around the block, “I think we’ll do just fine together, Luther, just fine.”
Rising off of his cock, she stood and motioned for him to join her as she moved off towards the bedroom, her open kimono flowing behind her, revealing one cheek of her perfect ass. Meeting again in the bedroom, the lovers embraced and kissed, letting their robes slide to the floor.
When they had fucked on the couch, it dawned on Lute that the red Porsche in the garage had to be Alexandra’s. Because as she rode his cock, he sensed she did so like she was driving a fast new car for the first time – one that she knew possessed real speed. But she chose to use only the first and second gears while getting accustomed to the way it handled, slowly maneuvering along and enjoying the ride.
But having finished their slow get-acquainted drive, Lute suspected Alexandra was now ready to get him out on the open road and really open things up. And when she eased out of their kiss and pushed him back onto the bed, he discovered just how right he was.
As Lute stretched out on the bed, Alex slid down next to him and immediately went to work on his cock. Grabbing his thick shaft, she wrapped her lips around its head and moaned as she began to devour his vast tool, licking and sucking on it with growing enthusiasm.
After spitting wads of mucus on his cock, saliva hung between her mouth and his tool like warm mozzarella from a pizza, and she stroked this sputum onto his burly shaft before diving on for more.
Lute propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Alex gorged herself on his pumped beast. As she did it occurred to him that the same woman who had only recently been the model of a patrician hostess, elegantly mingling with her cultured party guests, was now slobbering on his ten-inch rod like a cock-hungry slut and starting to work it deep into her long genteel throat.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby…that’s right!” Lute whispered as she looked up at him with wide eyes before driving his tool even further into her stretched gullet. Then gripping his shaft, she raised it up and began sucking on his balls, offering them the same slavering treatment as his cock. Maneuvering between his cock and testes, she gave each her full attention until Lute’s nuts were glossy with spit and his vein-engorged cock was ready to rumble.
But when she instructed him to turn over and get up on his hands and knees, Lute better understood why Vera had alerted him that Alex could be insatiable. Because after hungrily rimming his ass, she soon had her long tongue slithering in and out of his asshole while she milked his cock as it hung down between his legs like a cow’s udder.
“Is this why they call you ‘The Root’?” Alex whispered huskily as she stroked his long shaft, admiring its astounding size. “Cause this is a serious fucking tuber!” And then sliding under his dangling member, she took it into her mouth and reached up and grabbed his ass and pulled him down, driving his cock deep into her throat. This instigated a prolonged face-fuck that would have her gagging and tearing-up as Lute crammed his huge tool into her unquenchable craw.
With mascara running down her cheeks, her hair matted with sweat, and her face covered in saliva, Alex finally came up for air. And while she caught her breath, she grabbed a plastic bottle from a bedside table.
Lute had dropped down onto his back, and seeing Alex holding the bottle, he soon learned what she had in mind. “I think we’re due for a lube job, don’t you,” she whispered. Without waiting for an answer, she began squirting him with a stream of oily liquid, first on his chest and then down to his crotch, giving an extra shot to his cock. Then climbing back onto the bed, she stroked his glistening member while squirting oil onto her own voluptuous body.
Tossing the bottle aside, Alex began seductively rubbing the oil all over her torso, spending extra time on her hefty tits. Lifting one of her fleshy boobs to her mouth, she stuck out her serpentine tongue and licked its nipple, giving Lute his first real view of just how long and sinuous her tongue actually was.
After applying the same treatment to her other tit, she looked at Lute and extended her mouth’s sexy muscle towards him and curled up its end in a seductive snakelike way, hissing, “Ready to eat some pussy, Mr. Root?”
“Oh, yeah I’m ready!” Lute hissed back, then added with a grin, “Pull up my face and have a seat!”
Giggling at his crude offer, she slid over and straddled his head before dropping her well-trimmed brown bush into his face. Diving headlong into his work like a hungry puppy, Lute began slurping and licking her vulva with the same enthusiasm she’d shown his cock. He spread open the big flaps of her labia and worked his tongue over her clit, lapping and nibbling on it as Alex moaned and ground her pussy harder into his face.
“Mmm…god, yeah, that’s nice, Root. Really nice!”
While he continued eating her pussy, Lute moved his hands up and grabbed her greasy tits, caressing them softly at first, and then as she became more aroused, he gripped them with greater force, squeezing their nipples until she screamed.
“Oh, god, yeah, baby yeah! Yeah!” she wailed as she shoved her cunt so hard onto his face that he could barely breathe.
Not wanting to smother him, Alex soon eased her pussy off Lute’s face and replaced it with her ass, dropping her sweet greasy cheeks down so he could give her anus a thorough tongue lashing.
Though Lute’s tongue wasn’t extraordinarily long like hers, he knew how to use it, and managed to stick a good portion of it up her bung. Then after getting her chute ready, he gradually replaced his mouth with his fingers until he had his hand in up to its knuckles, working it around in her stretched asshole like he was searching for some lost object.
“Oh, fuck, that’s right,” she moaned as she grabbed the oil bottle and reached behind to shoot a stream into her ass, further lubricating it for Lute’s handiwork, “Get it, baby, get it!”
Needing a better position for the pussy and ass hand manipulations she was calling for, Lute eased Alex onto her side. Then wrapping himself around her, he reinserted his left hand into her greased rear entry and slid his right hand into her pussy.
“Yeah! That’s right!” she wailed as she squirted a shot of oil into her pussy, “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Writhing frantically on the bed, Alex continued shooting their bodies with oil as Lute grappled with her pussy and ass, like they were in some wicked coed wrestling match. And with her pussy now fully lubed, Lute shoved his hand in even more, until it was up to his wrist.
“Yeah, baby! Yeah, that’s it!” Alex screamed as Lute discovered just how cavernous her pussy actually was, accommodating his whole hand without issue.
“Yeah, get it…get it!” she continued as her pussy began to squirt juices like an overzealous water fountain, “Oh, fuck, yes…yes…yes!”
Continuing his hand manipulations in her front and rear portals, Lute marveled at the crazed slut in the pearl necklace who was proving herself to be just as insatiable as advertised. Continuing to spray her juices, Alex showed little sign of letting up, so Lute drove his hands harder and faster inside her debauched orifices until she screamed and began hitting his chest with her fists, “Oh my god, oh my god! Damn you! Damn you!”
When she finally collapsed with deep gasps and moans, Lute withdrew his hands and pushed her onto her back. Then mounting her torso, he grabbed his shaft and began rubbing its mushroom head over her vulva, catching her distended clit with each stroke, which made her moans increase in volume and intensity.
“Oh, goddam you! Oh, fuck yes, yes!”
When Lute decided he’d tortured her enough, he plunged his thick beast into her pussy, driving it all the way to the hilt, then sliding it out and doing it again and again. Pulling up her legs and draping them over his shoulders, Lute got full purchase of her gaping cunt and began pummeling Alex with the deep and hard strokes that she was lusting for.
“Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me just like that! Just like that!” she wailed as she gripped her big flopping tits and squeezed them so hard Lute feared she’d leave welts.
“Don’t stop, baby! Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Maneuvering his cock like a jackhammer, Lute worked with relentless intensity as every muscle in his body became dedicated to the carnal thrashing he was giving to Alex’s cunt.
“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!” Alex screamed as she watched him through glazed eyes as he clenched his jaw and assailed her pussy.
Amazed at his stamina, she now wanted to feel him explode inside her, suspecting he’d deliver a climax of epic proportion, given the seemingly non-stop orgasms she’d been having.
But when she begged him to cum, he rasped through a clenched smile, “Give me your ass first, I want your ass!”
This made her laugh, considering how he’d already ravaged almost every part of her body. But remembering his goal, she giggled, “Yeah, of course! Fuck me in my Sascha ass, Luther! It’s all yours!”
With her legs still draped over his shoulders, it didn’t take much repositioning for Lute to get his cock shoved up Alex’s sweet tush. And when he did, she gasped as his thick root plunged inside her back entrance and he began pumping her rectum with the same ferocity he’d just applied to her pussy.
Alex had always prided herself on her sexual stamina. And it was a rare partner who outworked or outlasted her in bed. But as Lute drove his thick ten-inch beast in and out of her ass, she realized she’d met her match. This young guy gave as good – or better – than he got. And blessed with a cock that easily equaled the biggest she’d ever had, he was shaping up to be just the lover she was looking for. And since he had almost two more years left in school, he would hopefully be available to her for awhile. Which was a very appealing possibility, since her other favorite well-hung college boy had graduated and moved away.
But while these thoughts ran through Alex’s mind, Lute continued giving her ass a thorough pounding and was now ready to launch his load.
“I’m gonna’ cum!” he grunted, knowing he couldn’t hold off much longer, “Where do you want it?”
Anxious to see just what kind of punch he was packing, Alex whispered, “All over me, lover, I want you to cum all over me!”
Liking her decision, Lute gave her ass a few more deep thrusts, then yanking out his cock, he grabbed the shaft like a fire hose and loudly unleashed several huge payloads of cum that landed on her tits and stomach, complementing the pearl necklace around her neck.
“Yeah, Sascha, here it is, here it is!”
Stunned by the quantity and velocity of his spew, Alex lunged forward and grabbed his cock, glomming onto it and lustily sucking off the last of his seed.
“Wow, baby, wow!” was all she could say as she rubbed his jizz all over body like a fine French lotion where it mixed with the oil into a glistening balm. “Yeah, I’ll be your Sascha anytime you want, baby, anytime!” she whispered, “My ass is yours.”
Lute then slid down next to her on the bed as they kissed and rubbed their slick bodies together, letting their engines cool down in some slow post-coitus laps around the track.
But that wasn’t the end of their evening. A hot tub was brewing by the pool, and Alex and Lute were soon relaxing in the steamy waters, washing off the layers of oil and bodily fluids that had accumulated, all while continuing to quietly kiss and caress.
After luxuriating in the tub, they went back into the guest house for a final bout of slow languid sex that left the insatiable Alex satisfied, pleased with her new lover.
Lute was awakened the next morning when Alex placed a breakfast tray on the bed and handed him a cup of coffee as he groggily came to life.
Nibbling on a piece of toast as she inspected him in the light of day, she handed Lute an envelope from the tray.
“I understand you don’t like taking this,” she said softly, “But it’s the only way I can see you. That’s the agreement I have with Max. I let him help select my lovers, and in turn he requires that my extra-marital relationships be business arrangements. Meaning, you have to get paid.”
Sipping his coffee, Lute sat quietly and considered their situation. “So, I’m to be your gigolo?” he finally asked.
“Yeah, that’s one way to look at it,” she replied, “Or you can just think of us as ‘friends with benefits’, and this is part of your benefits package.”
“I’ve had a great time with you, Alex, and I’d like to see you again, but I need to think about this.”
“Of course, I understand,” she replied softly, though concerned he might decide this arrangement was not a tenable one for him. He had proven himself to be a very worthy addition to her select coterie of lovers, and she would be sad if he declined to join “Team Sascha”.
Lute was hungry from the previous night’s activities, so while he and Alex lounged and talked in bed, he polished off his plate of food and then part of hers. And once the tray was set aside, they moved to a final round of lovemaking, which included Alex again becoming “Sascha” as she got up on all fours and took Lute’s huge morning wood up her ass until he launched his load into her shapely bottom.
The following week Lute got a call from Vera, the Richter’s assistant. She asked if he was available that Friday to “join Mrs. Richter for a drink.” The Richter’s were going to be leaving town again in a few weeks, and as Vera put it, “Mrs. Richter looks forward to enjoying your company as much as possible before they depart.”
Since his first gigolo engagement with Alex Richter, Lute had given considerable thought to whether he wanted to continue in this unusual role. Alex was a beautiful woman and a great lover, and he welcomed the chance to be with her again. He was also aware that her being rich, older, and imminently unattainable only further accentuated her allure. But the money was the troublesome part of it all. He made love to women for pleasure, not for financial gain.
But as Alex had explained it to him, Lute’s accepting money from them was his way of respecting Max. Since Max could no longer satisfy his wife in the way that she desired (though, truth be told, he never could) this was his way of providing for her needs while also maintaining his own dignity. Max knew how to handle business arrangements, and that’s how he viewed Lute – as a valued employee who provided a much-needed service to his family’s enterprise.
So, having weighed his decision, Lute accepted Vera’s invitation for Friday night. And after asking him to consult his calendar, she also booked him for several other evenings over the coming weeks before the Richters left. Closing their conversation, Vera said, “We’re all very pleased you’ve agreed to this business arrangement with the Richters, Mr. Casey. I believe you’ll find it to be quite rewarding…on many levels.”
When Lute arrived at the Richter’s that Friday, Dirk was waiting for him by the garage. And after again sliding the carpet under Lute’s van, he handed him a hefty envelope as well as a business card belonging to the owner of Bavarian Autowerks, a local garage that worked exclusively on German cars.
“Autowerks has a VW bus for sale that Dr. Richter thinks you should take a look at,” Dirk offered while Lute examined the card, “You’ll find there’s enough money in the envelope to cover the purchase cost.”
Lute gave Dirk a quizzical look, unsure what to make of this gift.
“Dr. Richter prefers to have only German cars parked in his garage. So he asks that you do him this favor and get the VW. He thinks you’ll find it to be a very fine automobile,” Dirk added in his usual no-nonsense manner.
Handing the envelope back to Dirk, Lute said, “Please tell Dr. Richter that I really appreciate his generosity, but I prefer to purchase my own vehicles.” Then he motioned to his van with the odometer that had clocked nearly 200,000 miles, “But this guy is about ready for retirement, so I’ll definitely stop by the Autowerks and check out that VW.”
Shaking his head at what had just occurred, Lute went off to meet Alex in the guesthouse. Knocking lightly on the door as he let himself in, he found Alex standing by the fire. But instead of a kimono, she was clad in a very sexy black bra with matching panties and garter belt, all finished off with black stockings and heels.
Over the course of the evening, Lute would gradually strip her of these lacy garments, roughly tearing them apart with his hands and teeth as Alex demanded. And by the time they closed out their night with a long soak in the hot tub, she was again imminently satisfied and covered in all manner of fluids – including champagne.
Just as Dr. Richter had hoped, the next week Lute visited Bavarian Autowerks and found the VW he’d been offered was a pristine one-year-old VW van with only 10,000 miles on the it.
After taking out the middle seat, the bus would provide Lute with plenty of space to haul his bass and other gear. And the back seat folded down into a bed, which would also prove handy. So after agreeing to a price that Lute knew was well below Blue Book value (no doubt due to Max’s influence,) he drove off in a near-new VW bus that would serve him well for years to come.
In their weekly dates, Lute and Alex continued as they had started. The sex remained unbridled and passionate, and their well-matched insatiable appetites made for long nights of vigorous fucking. Alex was a very adventurous lover who both loved to dominate and to be dominated, so Lute was curious how their last date before she left town would shape up .
When he arrived at the Richter’s house that Saturday afternoon as planned and pulled his VW into the garage, he found Alex waiting for him. She was wearing a long fashionable coat and sneakers and was standing next to her red Porsche.
“Want to go for a sunset drive?” she asked as she opened the driver’s side door and slid in behind the wheel, not waiting for a reply.
Lute had never ridden in a car with Alex. The times when they had been together had always been in the Richter’s guesthouse. But in their post-coitus conversations, she had talked often about her love of fast cars, so he was interested to go for a ride with her, especially in this Porsche 911 Turbo – as fast a car as there was on the road. And as Lute strapped into its sleek leather seat, feeling very much like a pilot preparing for take-off, he knew they were in for some fun.
They tooled slowly away from the Richter’s, Alex maneuvering the car like a pro and looking intently forward as she gripped the wheel and shifter with her leather racing gloved hands; all business. After exiting the Richter’s area at a measured speed, they soon reached a lightly trafficked county road that stretched for miles. It was then that Alex stepped on the accelerator and opened it up, turning loose the car’s powerful engine as it screamed with pleasure, rocketing to 80mph in seconds flat.
By the time they reached 100mph, Alex had a tight, intense smile on her face, obviously taking great pleasure in her work as they roared along. Though when they were about ten miles outside of town, a cop car drove past them going the opposite direction. But instead of turning on his lights and siren and coming after them, the cop just flashed his headlights and waved as they screamed past.
“We give very generously to the local Fraternal Order of Police scholarship fund,” Alex said, anticipating Lute’s question as to why they hadn’t been pulled over.
And so their drive continued, Alex driving like she was in the 24 Hours of Le Mans, and Lute feeling the amazing g-force of the Porsche’s powerful engine as they sped through the countryside.
Given the engine’s roar and Alex’s focused driving, little conversation passed between the two until Alex downshifted through a curve and said, “Why don’t you get that big cock of yours ready for me, Luther.”
Guessing this was all part of some erotic thing she was into – fast cars and big cocks – Lute undid his pants and pulled out his thick member. Game to play along, he began slowly stroking his meat to an erection while they screamed down the rolling country road.
Reaching her gloved hand into Lute’s crotch, Alex grabbed his hard shaft and gave a nasty gleeful laugh, “God, yes, these are my two favorite things – driving a fucking Porsche 911 with my big dick boyfriend strapped in next to me. It just doesn’t get better than this! Speed and sex, baby! Speed and sex!”
After they had gone another several miles, Alex took her hand from Lute’s crotch and downshifted as she made a sharp turn up a long nicely paved road that led towards a large metal security gate. After rolling down her window to punch in an access code, the gate opened and they drove through. As they continued along the last stretch of road up a big hill towards their destination, Alex explained where they were headed.
Some years before, Max had built an artists’ retreat house on this property he owned outside of town. Coordinating with the university, many composers and authors had stayed there to do their work – some for weeks, some for months. Alex rattled off an impressive list of artistic luminaries who had benefited from the beauty and seclusion of this house, perched as it was on a high hill overlooking miles of rolling countryside and forest.
When they neared the house, Lute saw it was smaller but just as sleek and modern as the Richter’s home, though almost totally glass. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows gave stellar views that stretched for miles. And as they drove up to the garage, Lute saw that its doors were also all glass.
Alex hit a remote to open the garage and then backed the Porsche into one of its two pristine stalls.
“Don’t bother to put this away,” Alex said as she leaned over and gave Lute a long tongue lashing kiss while she again gripped his thick rod. After they both emerged from the car, Alex slid up onto the car’s hood and undid her coat, revealing that she was completely naked underneath, save her gloves and sneakers. Looking at Lute as she shed her coat, she propped her feet on the bumper and spread her legs apart. Then sliding a gloved hand into her pussy, she touched herself with one hand while beckoning him with the other.
“Come and fuck me, Root,” she whispered, “Make me scream.”
Slipping off his clothes, Lute moved in, and without any foreplay, slid his thick cock into her awaiting pussy.
“Oh, yeah, god, I’m so ready for you!” she moaned as he began working his meat in and out of her juicy twat, “I’m so fucking ready!”
The garage was well-heated, but the warmth from the car’s rear engine added to the lover’s heat as the sun began to set behind them. And as Lute plunged her with long hard strokes of his cock, it wasn’t long before Alex was moaning, gripping her tits with her gloved hands while Lute leaned down and locked their mouths together.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Luther, yes…yes…yes!” she wailed as her body began to writhe in orgasmic spasms, impaled as she was on her young lover’s huge ten-inch cock, “Oh, god, yes, baby, yes!”
Having never had sex atop a Porsche, Lute was struck by the novelty of it all. Here was Alex, a beautiful fourty-something woman with a killer body – big floppy tits, a tight ass, and a pussy that fit his cock like a glove – splayed across the hood of her red sports car, wearing only sneakers and leather driving gloves, with her designer satin-lined wool coat beneath her for cushion.
While Lute, clad in only a t-shirt and socks, had his feet planted on the garage floor as he leaned over his voluptuous lover, his arms braced against the hood, pummeling her with his thick truncheon.
Since he’d begun his cock-for-hire affair with Alex weeks before, Lute still hadn’t gotten over the oddity of it all. Each night he was with her, he left the next morning with a thousand dollars in cash, which in and of itself was plenty unusual. And though he hadn’t seen Max Richter since the first night at their party, by Lute’s second night there, he had gotten over the thought that Max wasn’t far away when he was with his wife.
But now here he was, in the garage of an ultramodern house, delivering every inch of his thick wood to this rich vixen atop her Porsche 911. And for her part, Alex’s love of speed and sex had made her even more sexually crazed than usual. While Lute plunged her pussy with deep fuck thrusts, Alex wailed and thrashed about atop the car in a pique of carnal frenzy that showed no signs of slowing.
And this continued until Lute instructed her to turn over, “Give me your ass, Sascha. I want to fuck your sweet nasty ass.”
Looking at him with glazed-over eyes, Alex quickly did as he asked. She scrambled down off the hood and leaned over the car with her legs spread, her beautiful tight round bottom offered up to her lover whose magnificent ten inch spear was poised to ream her, and then launch his pent up spew deep into her hind quarters.
Lute applied a dollop of spit to his cock and then shoved it into Alex’s rear chute, causing her to gasp and moan as he did.
“Oh, fuck, Luther! God, yes…yes!”
Then with a take-no-prisoners determination, Lute began pounding her ass, his groin and balls slapping against her with each plunge of his veiny cock into her bottom as her big tits flopped against the silk lining of her coat. And to further the lustful moment, Alex shoved her gloved hand into her pussy and began working it towards another shuddering climax.
“Tell me you want it!” Lute groaned through clenched teeth, “Tell me you want my cum, baby. Tell me you want it!”
“God, yes, Luther! That’s what I want! That’s what I dream about!” Alex moaned in reply. “Fill me up! I’m your slut, baby. I’m your fucking slut!”
With a ferocity that Alex welcomed with screams of anguished pleasure, Lute continued pounding her ass until he could contain himself no longer.
“Her it is, baby! Here it is!” he grunted as his torqued cock erupted with an enormous initial spew into her ass.
“Yes…yes…yes!” Alex wailed as Lute continued blasting his hot seed up her ravished ass, “I’m your fucking slut, Luther! Give it to me! Give it to me!”
With his cum gushing out of her anal cavity like an overfilled gas tank, Lute continued driving his spewing member in and out of her anus as they both grunted and screamed, Alex now cumming again and shoving her ass back against Lute’s member as her pussy gushed its own juices onto her coat’s silk lining.
“God, yes, I’m your fucking slut, Luther! I’m your slut whore and I love your cock in my ass…god, yes, I live for this! Speed and sex, baby! Speed and sex!”
When Lute’s deep well of jism finally ran dry and Alex had cum longer and harder than she could remember, the two finally collapsed together on the Porsche’s hood and watched the beautiful orange glow of the sunset drop off the horizon.
Then leading Lute into the adjoining house, the lovers wrapped themselves in plush robes as the last strains of daylight eked from the sky outside the home’s wide windows.
Toshiko, the Richter’s cook, had been there earlier and left them a full Japanese meal that was the perfect post-coitus nourishment for the spent twosome. And after quietly consuming the miso soup and sushi, accompanied by warm saki, Alex led them to a sauna where they sweated and relaxed before moving off for a shower and another bout of sex that was just as exaggeratedly slow and sensual as their garage fuck had been frenzied and loud.
Later that evening they climbed back into the Porsche and drove back into town, though this time the drive was far more subdued that before, with Alex only going thirty miles an hour over the speed limit. But when they had pulled into the Richter’s garage, Lute discovered the final surprise of the evening.
Someone – Toshiko, Lute presumed – had made up the bed in the back of his VW bus. There was a big new two person sleeping bag and pillows, along with a blanket. And the van’s side door was slid open, welcoming them like newlyweds to their honeymoon suite.
Giving him a seductive smile as they looked in the van, Alex again shed her coat, and naked once again, she slid onto the sleeping bag and spread her legs apart as she motioned for Lute to join her.
“I wanted to be sure that I was the first girl you fucked in here, Mr. Root,” Alex whispered after Lute had undressed and moved in beside her.
Lute chose not to tell her that she would, in fact, be the third lady to share his new van’s bed. And instead he put his face in her pussy and soon had her screaming again.