The Arms

The Excelsior Arms is a mid-70’s apartment building in the crumbling downtown district. Its rooms are poorly insulated and frequently drafty, but cheap. Therefore, there is a frequent turnover, and more than an occasional incidence of drama. It’s the perfect existence for Brady Cobb, a twice-published poet and author of a number of unpublished novels, as it affords a view of many different lifestyles and personalities. The new neighbors on the floor immediately below his, though, are very different from what he has become used to. And, very intriguing.

It was hot in the laundry room, as always. Brady had his shirt unbuttoned, fanning himself with an old magazine as he waited for the buzzer on the washer to go off.

“Why the fuck they had to put this in the basement, I’ll never know,” he muttered to himself. “There ain’t no way to vent the heat from these machines. Hell, the humidity alone is practically unbearable!”

He had this conversation with himself every week, when he washed his clothes. He supposed they were lucky to have this; people in other buildings downtown had to lug their stuff to the laundromat. ‘Now, there’s a fun thought. Finding somebody else’s clothes thrown in with yours, to save a buck twenty-five,’ he thought. At least it wasn’t usually busy down here. He wondered if half the residents even washed their clothes.

When the one working washer finally cycled down and the buzzer went off, he got up to move his laundry to the dryer. ‘It’s about time,’ he thought, ‘maybe I can go get a bite to eat while these things dry.’ As he opened the dryer door, however, he was surprised to find a load of dried clothes already inside. Sighing, he began to pile them on the folding table.

“Fuckin’ people just leave their stuff here,” he said loudly, “like they think somebody else is gonna come along and fold it for them?”

As he piled the clothes up, he noticed a few pairs of tiny thong panties among the other clothing; shirts and trousers and such. Temporarily intrigued, he held one of the pairs up, noting its small waistband. It was a racy zebra-striped pattern, with a lacy crotch.

‘Somebody’s daughter must be a fuckin’ stripper,’ he concluded, ‘or else the heat got to these and shrunk ’em down to nothin.’ He pulled two more pairs out and added them to the pile. They were equally skimpy; equally racy and frilly, with nothing but a tiny band of doubled-over material running up the back.

“Damn. Shit like this’ll give a man a hard-on,” he said aloud. He tried to imagine who they belonged to. No one in this place that he could recall could do justice to these things! He’d have to keep an eye out; see who had recently arrived. That, or someone from the outside had found this room, and was using it instead of the laundromat down the street. Shrugging, he moved his clothes to the now-empty drier.

As he was putting his coins in the slot, he didn’t hear the tiny Asian woman come in through the doorway. As he whirled around to leave, she was standing right behind him. He found himself face to face with a middle-aged woman of about five feet; pretty, in a far-Eastern sort of way. Her skin, he noticed, was flawless.

“Whoa! I didn’t hear you come in, darlin’,” he said. His arms already out, he placed his hands on her upper arms to keep from stumbling into her.

She looked down at the floor.

“Sorry,” she said in a soft, halting voice.

Brady stood for a moment, staring down at her. “You okay?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”

Still looking down, she mumbled, “I’m… I am okay, sir.”

“Sir? Damn, I haven’t been called sir in a long time,” Brady laughed. At 71 years old, he didn’t get much respect from most of the younger people he came into contact with. He waited for her eyes to come up to his. At last, she glanced upward, then quickly looked back down again.

“You live here?” he asked.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “Yes, we move in recently. Apartment 3-C.” She slowly dragged her gaze up to meet the tall stranger’s again. “I am Sue Lin,” she told him. She spoke in English, but her manner was heavily Asian.

“3-C, huh? So that’s you, directly below me. I thought I smelled fried rice last night. Welcome to the Arms. Hey,” he said suddenly, is that short little fella your husband? I thought he was delivering take-out or something.”

“He is 5′-4,” she said defensively. “He is software designer.” The man’s hands were still holding her arms, and she felt slightly uncomfortable in his embrace. Still, his hands were strong, and his manner was confident, almost cocky. That appealed to her in many ways. She had a thing for dominant white men.

“I’m Brady,” he said, “Brady Cobb. As in, rough as a…” He smiled at her, the edges of his eyes crinkling like an old cowboy’s. He’d spent a lifetime working outside, and it showed in his face, and in his rugged build. “So, what does Mrs. Lin do?” he asked, still smiling down at her. She was, he noticed, more than casually pretty. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. He studied her body as he held her there, unwilling to let her go, just yet. He hadn’t been this close to an Asian since Viet Nam. Most of those were underage hookers and housegirls. This woman was in her late 30’s, he decided. Slim and toned, with the prettiest almond eyes he’d seen in a long time. She wore a dark tank top that did the small mounds of her breasts proud, and a pair of snug-fitting white shorts. Her body was tanned and her legs looked shapely.

“I do accounting work,” Sue told him. “At home. I write a little, too.”

She didn’t know why she told him that, but she could tell that the fact interested him by his sudden raising of eyebrows.

“Yeah? What do you write?”

She lied and told him she wrote romance novels, failing to mention they were, in reality, erotic stories. She published on an erotic story site, and had a faithful following of horny men, but she worked hard not to get too close to any of them. ‘That way lies trouble,’ she reminded herself constantly, knowing full well the weaknesses of her past.

“I do a little writing myself,” Brady said. “Maybe sometime we can swap stories.”

Sue suddenly shivered. The very idea sent a bolt of nervous energy straight down her belly, into sensitive territory. This man, and the way he stared directly into her eyes, made her breath catch. She told herself she’d have to be extra careful around him.

“I… clothes need folding,” she said tremulously, trying to draw away from his grasp. He held her a moment longer, then loosened his grip on her arms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said suddenly. “I took your stuff out, only because there’s only the one drier. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sue noticed a number of pairs of her panties lying on top of the pile, and felt that quick nervous twitch in her belly again. “Uhm… Is okay, I guess,” she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She quickly scooped the clothing into her basket and hurried upstairs.

“Fuck! That guy looked through my undies,” she muttered in the stairwell. She grinned, in spite of her distress, enjoying the dark fantasy building in her mind. ‘I should mind,’ she thought. Her grin lasted until she came out onto her floor.

That night, both she and Brady were entertaining thoughts they shouldn’t. For her, it had been four years since she’d acted on these kinds of urges.

The first time she’d cheated on Gary had been with a co-worker from his very first job, a year after they’d married. There had been a company party; a cookout. She’d gotten into a discussion with Steve while Gary was off ingratiating himself to his new bosses. Steve had made the statement, in passing, that he understood Asian women and their needs. She’d laughed and said she doubted that, but she was intrigued by his words. What he’d meant, he told her, was that a lot of them were submissive to an alpha male; a man who saw them as someone to conquer. She had argued, but later that evening, behind the separate garage, he’d forced her onto her knees for a quick blowjob. Then, even as she was still digesting his cum, he pulled her to her feet, spun her around and roughly fucked her. Sue was, herself, amazed at the ease with which she’d given in to him. She tried to blame it on the alcohol she’d consumed, but she knew it was more than that. It had to do with an age-old hierarchy that placed women beneath men in the social order. They met once more, at his insistence. Then she discovered she was pregnant with her first child. Thankfully, it was Gary’s.

The second illicit hookup had been brief and tempestuous; an older biker named Cliff that she’d hooked up with at a bar one evening when Gary was working late. Their two kids were at her mom’s and the timing had just been right. He fucked her over his bike the first time, then wherever she was able to meet him after that. She realized she was falling for the guy, and she realized how wrong it was – the way he made her do bad things; things no married mother should ever do. But, oh God, did she ever enjoy those things! Sadly, Cliff had called it off after his ‘old lady’ had gotten jealous of Sue and threatened to put a knife in her belly.

These memories came flooding back after meeting Brady. The man exuded old-world confidence. With his long hair tied back tightly, he more resembled a cowboy or a surfer type – the kind of man who could be romantic, but would probably prefer their women to be just as physical as them. Sue had never surfed, but she worked out regularly. That served to keep her sex drive alive, too. Gary was often too tired lately to attend to her needs, but she had a ‘friend’ in her bedside drawer. As Gary slept beside her, she listened to Brady’s footsteps above, pulled the zebra-print panties aside and toyed herself as quietly as she could. In her mind, she wished Brady could see her.

The next day she listened for his footsteps, and when she heard him leave his apartment, she ran to the stairwell, where she ‘accidentally’ encountered him. He was polite, but brief with her. She watched him go down the street from her window, her hand idly playing at the front of her dress. “He does stand out,” she thought, watching his casual stroll through the hectic crowd, until she could see him no more. Sue masturbated furiously on her bed.

Two days later, they met in the stairwell again, entirely by accident. He was coming up as she was going down. He stopped as she descended, his gaze on her as intense as ever.

“I hoped I’d see you again,” he said. He didn’t move from her path, so she had to stop just above him. His eyes seemed glued to her small but prominent breasts at first, but they travelled down over her dark leggings to the place where her thighs met her abdomen. She had what his buddies would call a three-finger gap there; her mons prominent, her labia forming two little bumps under the nylon. He found it hard to look away.

Sue shivered, her heart rate soaring in a matter of moments.

“Uh, so you are seeing me now?” she asked.

Brady chuckled as he raised his eyes to hers. “Yeah, I guess I was,” he said. “A man’s gotta like what he sees, too.”

His words had a definite effect on the pretty mother. “Are you… I mean, you want to walk a lady to the store, Mr. Cobb?” She didn’t think she could stand there much longer without touching herself; this guy was just too damned confident!

Brady stepped back to let her join him on the same step. He put his arm around her as she did, and made a show of escorting her down the next two flights. “I don’t mind if I do,” he quipped.

His familiarity fascinated Sue; the way he kept his arm around her waist, as if he owned her already. The way their hips touched when he pulled her in to avoid someone on the sidewalk. Everything was sending little electric shocks through her. She recognized the signs. She’d tried to avoid these feelings because of her family, but she loved the way they reminded her of her past. This was wrong all over again, but it felt so right to her in this moment. She felt, again, the way she’d loved to feel – slutty. She liked where this was going. She leaned into him, putting her hand over his, on her belly.

Brady was impressed by the woman’s taut stomach, and splayed his fingers out to cover most of her belly. She encouraged him to feel her flesh as he scrunched her top up under his fingers. He imagined her without clothes. ‘I bet she’s a little beauty, naked,’ he thought. Too bad she had those kids, but she’d sure come through it in good shape. Absurdly, he thought of her husband; the straightlaced looking software designer. He didn’t deserve this trim little thing!

He carried her few groceries for her in her folding basket, just as a good husband would. Brady could be charming when he put his mind to it. Besides, he wanted to see what their apartment looked like. The previous tenant had been a beer-drinking Polish man, who never took out his trash. For two years it piled up, finally stinking so badly Brady had called the landlord. That had left the apartment up for rent, and brought him Sue Lin. And her family, of course. The husband, and the two kids. He could hear them as they approached the door of 3-C.

“Thank you,” she said softly, “I take them from here.”

“You sure? I could bring them in,” Brady suggested. “It’s no trouble.”

Sue put her finger to her lips, shushing him. “I will do that,” she said. “My husband will be napping after working. He’s very private. Doesn’t bond well with American men. I am sorry.”

Brady set the basket on the floor. “Okay,” he said, “but I’ll see you again. What time does your husband usually go to work?” He held Sue’s gaze for a moment, letting her see the determination in his eyes, and she caught her breath.

Against her own will, she told him, “In the morning. Eight o’clock. He takes our children to school. Then goes on to work.”

‘Why did I tell him I was alone during the day?’ she wondered. But she knew. Her tummy roiled inside, wondering when he would come to take her.

Brady didn’t push it, but he thought of her non-stop. He remembered the whores in Viet Nam; the way they liked to tease before giving a soldier what they called the “GI happy face.” They always gave it up, he remembered. They liked the money, but they were just as addicted to Americans. Asian women, once they’d been fucked by a thick American cock, couldn’t say no.

In the evenings, he listened to the TV from downstairs, and to the sound of her kids playing. He never heard her voice. Once or twice, the husband raised his voice to her, and he felt the tension of their domestic quarrels. Three days after he had accompanied Sue Lin to the grocery, he stationed himself near the foot of the stairs. When the husband came down with the kids, he said hello, and attempted to engage him in conversation. He wanted to know more about this man, but the man answered curtly and pushed past him, anxious to get the kids to school on time. Brady watched them drive away.

“Well, fuck him,” he mutterred. ‘No. Fuck her.’

Brady made himself wait thirty minutes. He wondered what the woman was doing in there as he walked to her door. When she answered his knock, he was pleased to see her in leggings and a sports bra, obviously working out. There was a mat on the floor.

Sue was embarrassed. She pushed a tendril of black hair away from her face, where it had escaped her pony-tail and stuck to her forehead. “I… I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “I don’t get company.” She looked down, as was her custom, at the floor. “You… this is bad time.”

He noted the sweat stains beneath her breasts, and the way her nipples pressed against the tight top she wore. The yoga pants were molded to her hips, her camel-toe prominently on display. His dick began to stir.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said, pushing the door wider. “I would have called, but I don’t have your number. So, you need a workout partner? I’m not as stiff as I look. Or maybe I am,” he told her, chuckling at his own joke.

Sue stepped back, moving with the door. His meaning wasn’t lost on her, and she wondered again what his cock looked like. “No, I…” She pushed the hair away again; it seemed determined to stick to her face. “If you let me clean myself up, you can come in for a cup of tea… or something,” she added in an almost breathless voice.

He chuckled. “Don’t clean up on my account. I like a woman who’s a little sweaty,” he told her. “Or, as you ladies like to say, a little ‘perspire-y.'” He pushed the errant stray hair away from her face, then cupped her cheek. Her face had a slight oily sheen that he found attractive, in a very primal way. He decided today was the day.

“I know what’ll make you sweat,” he said, looking into her eyes.

She immediately stiffened, forcing herself to think of her children; of her marriage. “No,” she stammered, “this isn’t… I mean, I don’t mean to give wrong impression.”

Brady immediately saw that she was in denial. She’d obviously been flirting before, but now she seemed to have taken the opposite tack. Her face, when she looked at him,was flushed, and not just from her workout, he suspected. It also held a little fear of him. He liked that. Was she trying to make him think she didn’t want this? His hand gripped her chin, letting her know that he wasn’t going away. He kicked the door shut behind him as she stared up at him, her mouth open.

“Please, Mr. Cobb…” Her voice sounded desperate, pleading. She staggered backwards as he advanced on her.

“Wrong impression?” he asked in a steely voice. “Was it giving me the wrong impression when you let me put my hand under your shirt the other day?” His voice, at once calm and menacing, chilled her to the bone when he said, “I want to feel so much more, you know. Sooo much more.” His other hand moved around her waist and he pulled her to him, even as his one hand tilted her face up to kiss.

“I’m gonna make you my little slut,” he told her, just before their lips met.

She received him eagerly; him naming her ‘slut’ had released endorphins that she couldn’t deny. ‘Slut! Yes, I am a slut,’ she told herself, ‘a cheating married slut!’ As his lips closed over hers she opened her mouth to him, inviting his tongue. At the same time, she pushed against his upper arms, as if trying to fend him off. She couldn’t let him take her that easily. ‘How would that look?’ she thought. She was in her own apartment, among her kid’s toys. Under her husband’s rule! ‘My husband,’ she reminded herself, as Brady’s tongue invaded her mouth. ‘He would…’

Any thoughts of Gary left her mind as Brady’s thick tongue swept up under hers, wrapping itself in the heat of her mouth. Her resistance evaporated, her hands merely resting on the older man’s biceps. She felt the hardness of many years of heavy work, and squeezed them appreciatively. Brady’s right thigh had pushed itself between hers, and she felt a rush of electricity as it contacted her pussy. She squeezed her thighs around his without thinking.

Brady felt her resistance slip away as he worked her mouth with his tongue; the way she tried to make him think she wasn’t into this, and then the way her mouth moved against his as her body conformed to his. He hadn’t been wrong; this woman was conditioned to being used. He wondered briefly how her husband treated her in bed, and decided there was probably very little spark there. Not the way she molded into him and tilted her hips slightly upwards, against his throbbing cock. He noticed that, and smiled into her lips.

“You are a little slut, aren’t you?” he asked. She didn’t reply, but moved almost imperceptibly against his cock. “Aren’t you, Sue?”

At last she met his gaze. She said simply, “yes.”

Her arms went around his neck. She locked her hands together, feeling his pony-tail and the coarse skin at the back of his neck.

He had her fully undressed in seconds. She stepped out of her tights as he dropped her top on the floor behind her. She kicked at her shoes, but they were tightly tied. When he jerked her forward, she forgot about them, and her ankle socks. He enfolded her in his arms again, leaning over to take a nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked over it, sending more jolts of erotic electicity straight down between her legs. “Like a little cherry,” he told her, grinning. “These nipples are like dark little cherries.” His hands came up to grasp her tits, fingers traveling inward until he was holding her only by her nipples. He squeezed, and she gasped.

“My little slut’s sensitive there, isn’t she?”

Sue Lin nodded her head, her eyes widening again as another surge of pain came from his probing fingers. “Yes!” she gasped. “Oh, fuckkkk…”

Brady twisted, hard enough to make her feel the burn as her nipples stiffened and grew in his fingertips. She was going to be his little fuck-toy for today, and probably for a lot more days. Pressing his mouth to hers again, he slid his arms around her back and lifted her.

Sue Lin locked her ankles behind his waist as he ravaged her mouth. Her eyes were tightly shut, not wanting to see her surroundings; her family’s home. She shouldn’t disrespect them like this, but oh my god! The man was an undeniable force. He’d probably fuck her on the bed she shared with Gary! ‘The location of so many highs and lows,’ she thought glumily.

But, no. Brady turned and marched her to the kitchen countertop, then set her on the cold laminate. He looked down at her, drawing her into his gaze. “Let me do all the work,” he told her. He quickly undressed and slid downward.

As Sue watched, Brady pushed her thighs wider, his head moving towards her throbbing sex. ‘Oh my god! He’s going to do this,’ she exulted. She’d only had oral sex twice; once each with her lovers. It seemed like something American men did, but not nearly often enough. Her Asian husband never did. She thrust her hips forward eagerly; it had been so long.

Brady feasted on the juices flowing from the little Asian’s pussy, licking her harder as she rapidly climaxed. She was so wet! Her hands played in his hair, then rose to clutch the cabinet handles behind her as her orgasm hit and she arched, almost off the countertop. He held her firmly, and began licking again as soon as her breathing slowed. He stared at the fine wisps of black hair above her mound as he did; a perfect little arrow of direction, pointing straight to her already swollen pussy lips. He wanted to give her one more, then plunge his cock into that moist heaven.

Sue began to beg.

“No! Please, Mr. Cobb, not again. I don’t think I can…”

Her hands came down to push feebly at his head. Sue was embarrassed. She didn’t like men to see her cum; to hear the desperation in her cries of lust. With her husband, she never uttered a sound, as was expected, but with a dominant man it was impossible for her not to cry out. The pleasure was so much more intense.

Brady ignored her words. He could tell her protests were only half-hearted. Women loved to cum, no matter how it happened; everyone did. As he glanced briefly upward, he saw her head go back again and heard the smack of it against the cabinet. Her teeth were clenched, and when he drove his tongue straight between her labia she groaned through her throat. He felt her thighs grip his head.

“Nnnnnggghhh Aaaaahhhhhh,” she moaned, and he felt the familiar flow onto his tongue. Again, he lapped feverishly, enjoying the taste of her fluids. She responded. Her legs were shaking when she put them on his shoulders. After a minute she began to push more vehemently against his head, even as she was thrusting her hips at him.

By the time he slowed down and stopped, her fingers had pulled his pony-tail free and were running through his hair, up and down. Then she gripped his head in her hands.

“You make me…” she gasped, “oh my god I don’t know…”

Brady stood. She looked whipped, but in a good way. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face and her mouth was open, but her face was glowing. He wiped the sweat from her upper lip and kissed her again.

“Slut,” he whispered. Her face turned another shade of red, but she smiled.

“You make me slut.” She looked into his eyes, losing herself again. She couldn’t form sentences right now; could only react as he lifted her off the counter and set her down. She looked up at him.

“Yes,” she said again.

Brady took her hand and led her past the scattered toys and workout accessories and into their bedroom. On the bed, one of Gary’s shirts. She reached around Brady and snatched it up, held it for a moment and dropped it on the floor.

He turned to her, his dick standing straight out. It demanded attention and she complied, dropping to her knees on the worn carpet. He grasped it at the base, holding it out to her. As her lips closed over the head, her fingers went to his hanging balls. They were the size of small plums, bloated with cum. Though his cock was about the length of her husband’s, it was much thicker, and when it slid into her mouth she had to open her jaws much wider. She fondled the hair on his balls as he began to fuck her mouth, moaning softly in appreciation.

When both hands went to her head she knew she was in for a rough time. His hips thrust forward harder, pegging the head of his cock against her uvula and triggering her gag reflex. She put her hands on his hips as her stomach heaved. Brady hesitated, but only for a second. As she coughed and sputtered, he began again. She retched louder, closer to throwing up, and he cursed her.

“Take it, dammit!” he growled. “Swallow when I go in, slut.”

He slid forward in her mouth again, slower, and she swallowed when it tickled her uvula, surprised when she felt his pubic hair against her nose. He held there for about five seconds, long enough to make her suck for air through her nostrils, and not get enough. His cock head was past her gag point, but it was difficult to breathe.

“Imagine how it’ll feel when I hold your nose,” he said, then laughed and pulled out. She gasped loudly, strings of saliva streaming from her lower lip onto her knees. She coughed once, twice; then looked up at him through red-rimmed eyes.

Brady patted her cheek. “God, you look beautiful like that,” he said. She couldn’t imagine how, but she smiled.

“I did it,” she said proudly.

“Yeah. And you’ll do it a lot more, sugar. Now, let’s get back to work, huh?” His hand left her cheek and went to the back of her head.

His words were just registering as he pulled her face forward to engulf his cock once more. Her throat seemed to ooze saliva; it poured out from her mouth before she could even close her lips around his meat. She remembered to swallow as his stomach met her forehead, and got past the first thrust. There were many more, though. She gagged and retched a lot before he was satisfied with her cock-sucking abilities. At last he pulled himself free of her mouth, and she looked down to see a river of drool hanging all the way to the floor between her knees.

Brady sat down on the bed, looking at her. “Good girl,” he said, when she turned to look at him. His eyes were inviting, and without being told, she stood shakily and climbed atop his thighs, settling onto the cock standing straight up.

“Ahhhh,” he breathed, “there’s my slut.” His hands grazed the tops of her legs and slid around her hips. Her skin was as smooth as a river rock. Looking up at her, he watched her face as his dick burrowed deeply up into her. Her mouth was open, her eyes looking at the wall ahead of her. She moaned softly.

“You are big.”

Brady chuckled. “Not so much, darlin’. I think you’re just not used to me.” He looked closely at her as she turned her face down to his. “Is your husband not that big?”

The mention of her husband brought out a much bigger smile. “Noooo,” she sighed, “you feel…” She began to move her hips, coaxing the last few centimeters of his cock deeper. “Ooooh, god…”

Brady loved the way her face changed as she experienced the different sensations. She wasn’t pretty when she was being forced to deep-throat him, but her features softened as the pleasure surged up from her pussy. She became beautiful in so many ways.

“You like that, slut?” he asked her. “You like sitting on a stranger’s dick?” He pulled her rubber hair tie off, releasing her hair. It cascaded over her shoulders and back.

His words had the desired effect; her hips began to move faster, more fluidly. She dropped her head, curtaining both their faces as she began to grind on him. He heard her moan as he lay back to look up at her.

“You like getting this old dick, don’t you? Huh? You like giving up that married pussy like some whore?”

“Fuuuccckkkk,” she sighed, “Yes, I love this dick.”

Her hips were like satin, the skin flexing and relaxing as she moved, cat-like, over him. Brady kept his hands on her hips, enjoying having her pleasure herself on him like this. He felt like he could stay hard for hours, just letting her grind onto him.

Not so, Sue Lin. As she moved her lower body, her clit was being stimulated by the base of his thick cock, taking her higher and higher with each motion. She pressed her knees into the sheets of her marital bed, knowing she’d always remember this, even when her husband was thrusting his narrow dick into her in an effort to bring himself off. She leaned forward, and that did it. She released in a long sigh, her pussy clutching at his cock as she milked her pleasure from it. At last, she dropped onto him, rubbing her tiny tits against the hair of his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, shuddering.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkk!”

Brady liked having her this way, her taut body sweating again and slip-sliding over him. But he wanted more. His cock, encased in the clutching warmth of her cunt, needed release. His balls ached to fill her with his seed. In his mind, he was back in Viet Nam, in that Spring of ’71, and this little gook whore needed to be taught a lesson. He rolled them both over, then gruffly ordered her onto her hands and knees.

“Get that pussy up in the air,” he growled, “so I can work that fuckin’ hole.”

Sue complied without question, raising her ass into the air as she laid her head onto the sheets of her bed; the bed she and her husband would be sleeping in that night. For now, all she craved was pleasing this man.

Brady laid his cock along the crack of her ass and slapped her cheeks twice. She yelped, surprised, but didn’t try to crawl away. She was already craving him inside her again, he could tell. With one hand, he rubbed his stiff member up and down, drawing her fluids up and spreading them over her tailbone.

“You want more?” he teased, and she whimpered. He spanked her ass again, three times on each side, knowing she would wear his handprints the rest of the day.

“Yeah, you want more,” he said softly, again using his tool to pull the wetness from between her legs, smearing it across those hard red cheeks.

She was shaking now, begging him to fuck her, to put it deep inside her, her soft voice muffled by the sheets. In desperation, she reached with both hands and pulled herself open, panting as she begged.

“Fuck me now,” she shuddered, “please?”

Never had she wanted anything so badly. All thoughts of her husband; her family, were cast aside in her desire to have his thick cock inside her again. It mattered not that she’d have to wash these sheets; let him dirty them as much as he wanted! She was past any false sense of pride, lost in her dirty need to have him use her. She was his slut, and she’d do anything!

“Pleeeeeease?” she whined.

Brady stared down at the whimpering woman, his cock throbbing in his hand. Fuck, this one was sexy! Leaning forward just slightly, he edged the head of his dick into her wide pink tunnel. She gasped again. He could sink to his balls in her, spear this little Asian like a gutted pig, and destroy that hole. But he had another thought. Pulling out, he smeared her frothy juice over the puckered brown hole above, and pushed.

Sue Lin’s eyes widened. ‘No! Not that…’ She’d never been fucked there, even by her biker boyfriend. That was one frontier she didn’t want to cross. She released her cheeks, pressing herself upward with her hands on the bed.

“No!” Her voice was strident in the quiet of her bedroom.

Brady laughed and put his hand squarely between her shoulder blades, pushing her back down onto her face.

“Oh, so that’s off limits, huh?” He pressed his cock harder against her asshole with his other hand. “I don’t think so, slut.”

She leaned forward, trying to disentangle herself from him, but he followed her down, until she was flat on her tummy. The hand that had been on her back now moved to her hip, pressing down hard as his knees held hers outward. She felt his mouth against her ear.

“Just relax and enjoy it,” he whispered. “I know you’ve taken it back there before.”

Sue Lin’s voice was high-pitched, frantic. “No, never! I don’t want it th… ugh!”

Brady’s cock pushed insistently against her anus, and in a moment of weakness, she relaxed enough for the head to slip past her sphincter. It burned like fire, and felt like it was three times its normal size.

“Aaaiiiieeeehhhh!”

Brady stopped pushing. Instead, he lay there on top of her with his cock just inside her puckered hole. She tried to push him out, but with each push it hurt more.

“Stop!”

His knees pressed outward, pushing her legs wider apart, and she relaxed for a brief moment. She could clearly feel him inside her; her asshole was more sensitive than she’d have ever imagined. As his hips slowly ground into her, he inched in further, and it wasn’t as painful as before. She found that by letting go, her pleasure made itself known.

“I… I need lube,” she whispered into the sheets.

She wanted this, she found. Wanted to feel him inside her, where no man had ever been; wanted to feel him grunting into this most guarded of all her openings. It was true; she was his slut. She would do whatever he wanted.

Brady pulled from her. He’d been two inches inside her, but she was right. She needed something, and so did he.

“What’ve you got?” he asked, rising from the bed.

“Wait.”

She scampered from under him, racing into the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet. Scanning the jar and tubes. Finding only Vaseline, and deciding that it was better than nothing. She came slowly back into the bedroom, holding the jar out and staring down once more, embarrassed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock standing out as proudly as before, she saw. She suppressed an urge to wrap her lips around its meaty thickness. It was soiled now, dirty from her backside. Still, she watched as he took the jar, dropped the top onto the floor, and began to jack the goo over the end of his throbbing member.

“Get over here.”

Sue crawled obediently onto the bed, assuming the same position as before, pulling her ass cheeks apart. This time, it was necessary. She was determined to be as ready for him as she could be. She felt him getting to his knees behind her, and then one hand was on her waist.

“Go… go easy?” Her voice quavered, but not with fear, now. This time, it was with a need she couldn’t quite resolve. This was so wanton, so animalistic! But so… erotic. She relaxed her sphincter as she felt his sticky cockhead press once more, and he was in within seconds. That same stab of pain, but she knew it would end quickly; she just had to stay relaxed.

Fuck! It was still painful. It crossed her mind again that no man should be there, that this wasn’t natural, but she pushed the thought away. He was being patient, going slow. The hand on her waist was firm but gentle. She heard him coaching her in a soft voice.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Breathe deep, slut. Just like taking a dump, only in reverse.”

He was halfway in. Every centimeter was a new experience. Soon, she suspected, he’d be railing away at her, and she wanted that. She wanted to be used again, fucked like some wild thing in the woods; made to milk his cock of its hot seed. She inhaled deeply, holding her hips firmly in place as he ground into her. How big was he, anyway?

When Sue felt his hairy balls contact her pussy and his belly against her backside, she knew she’d done it. Another milestone! He stayed buried inside her and she could feel him flexing his cock, spreading her. She dropped her head to the sheets again, feeling the cool fabric against her sweaty forehead. This was work, but she knew there would be pleasure. If only she could get past this part!

When Brady began to move she tightened again, involuntarily. The stab of pain returned, then eased as she willed herself to take it. He pulled back, then sank slowly into her bowels once more. The sensations were indescribable! She could feel every vein, every uneven ridge of muscle inside her.

Brady smiled. He knew the little slut had it in her! He began to stroke, going slowly at first, then picking up speed as her asshole yielded to him. The occasional spasm only increased the pleasure for him. He put both hands on her waist, using her body as leverage, and pumped vigorously into her anus.

Sue Lin had considered herself ‘slutty’ after her first extramarital affair, but it was an adjective; a descriptor for what she’d done, for how she’d felt. But as this man pounded into her most sacred of orifices and she pushed back onto him, encouraging him through her actions, she began to understand the true meaning of the term. Thinking of herself as ‘slutty’ had aroused her. This was all that, put into action. She truly was a slut, now. Brady reinforced that at regular intervals, reminding her that she was his slut.

“Yeah, you like that now, don’t you slut? You fuckin’ whore, I knew you Asian women were all the same!”

He wasn’t really that disgusted with her; he only used the words to encourage her to give in to him. In truth, he’d had no initial interest in dominating her. It had just come naturally. She was so submissive; he knew it the first time he met her in the laundry room. She could barely maintain eye contact. He had awakened something in her, the same as she had done in him. He watched her pushing back, noting how the muscles in her back flexed as she did, and her long black hair swept in waves, forward and back. She had become beautiful through submission. He told her so.

“God, you look so good with my dick in your ass,” he growled. “That’s it, get that deep inside there. Make me shoot your little pooper full of my cum.”

Brady’s words only inflamed Sue’s lust. She felt herself rushing into another orgasm, and slid her hand under herself to play with her clit. Oh god, that felt good! Her pussy, hungry for something inside it, clenched and spasmed as the pleasure of dual stimulation overwhelmed her and she surprised herself by screaming.

“Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh….fuckkkkkkkkk!”

Brady released her hips as she writhed beneath him, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her knees slipped sideways, and she went to her tummy again, bringing him along as he continued to move his hips, still deep in her rectum. At last he pulled free and let her get her breathing under control. She turned her head to look at him out of one eye.

“You will fuck me again?” she said, gasping.

It wasn’t really a question. He hadn’t cum yet, and she knew (and secretly hoped) he would want to use her further. She couldn’t imagine, after this, what else she had to offer, but she was up for anything. Anything at all.

Brady stood up and looked down at her on the bed. “Oh, yeah,” he said softly. “We’re just gettin’ started.” His cock was still rock-hard, swinging beside her face. He wiped the remains of the Vaseline off with one stroke of his hand, wiping it on the bedsheet beside her.