Extending the MILF List Ch. 06

"I have to go." I said, sounding surly because I felt surly. I managed to notice, however, that I was pouting and suddenly I felt really, really young. This woman and her, her, her whatever she was, her Pixie I guess, they let me glimpse something so far beyond my ken that I had pussy vertigo.

"Don't go. Give me the chance to explain."

"No. My friends are waiting for me. I left them..." I stopped, thinking of them and Aunt Norma. I felt empty, out of place and longing to find some comfortable place to lay down and sleep. I thought about Alissa and my stomach lurched. I had to tell her about Sammy and Ellen. I had not agreed to broker that deal but...

Suzanne interrupted my runaway train of thought. "Sonny? Hey, listen Sonny. I, I really cannot enjoy sex unless I am restrained. You know, tied up. That's why..." She trailed off.

I turned around to look at her. I got it then. She thought I was reacting to her behavior with me, her lack of concern about her own pleasure while I was in her and her lack of response. Suddenly I did feel inadequate. Shit. Thanks for that, bitch.

She sat back on her heels, her gray eyes regarding me. For the first time since the elevator door opened, I felt she was present, seeing me. I turned away, not wanting to look at her or have her see my face. I was mortified that I had failed to create the response in her I wanted.

I liked being that guy, the guy who worked to make her come and succeeded at least part of the time. I always wanted that 'A' for effort. I was a little shocked to realize how important that was to me. Part of sex for me was that connection, that feeling that we were exchanging something and she was getting as good as she got while I plundered her body and took my own pleasure. I liked the idea of a balanced budget, a balance sheet that was anatomically correct. Pleasure for her, pleasure for me.

Suzanne, she had given me the distinct impression that she was playing the role of an inflatable fuck doll and I was using her for exactly that. I hated that idea. I like fucking a woman, entering her and feeling her respond to my presence. Call me shallow or insecure or something but I like that connection, the emotional connection that goes with a dynamic physical coupling.

These thoughts were going through my head tumbling about while I tried to order them. Then my stomach growled. Steak? I thought. Back at Landon's we'd have chips and beer, maybe pizza if someone unhooked Kyla and could keep her from attacking someone. I had not eaten today and I found I was famished.

"Take a shower. You'll feel better. I'll tell you my story, why I had to use you." Her voice changed, sounding apologetic. "I know I used you. I, I didn't have much of an option; the other option was, well, I thought I could do it." She snorted or laughed or something in between; a noise you make when you laugh while drinking milk and it shoots out your nose. "I always think that I can have sex like other people do and respond like they do. I am always wrong. Unless I am tied up, my arms restrained, I cannot get off. I never seem to accept that. It is true."

I turned to look at her again. "Sam Honeywell ties you up?"

She shook her head. "He thinks I am a normal lay. I just act with him." Her eyes got really wide. "Jesus, why didn't I act with you?" For a moment she held that pose and then her look softened and she regarded me once more, her eyes back from that interesting distance.

"Because when I am with you, I want to be me. You'll have to learn about that. You did fine, but I, I am like a violin, you have to figure out how to make it sing or it just squawks and makes you cringe. Besides, you made me nervous. You are a gorgeous man. Next time, if there is a next time, I'll help you do better. Just think of me as normal and treat me that way. I'll handle the rest."

That was interesting, but I was not clear about what it meant exactly. I did not want to jump to any conclusions. "There's nothing normal about you." Then I thought about her response to the Pixie and that unnatural, lizard tongue. "You seem to like Pixie well enough."

"Who wouldn't? That girl, oh, poor boy! You are intimidated that I came with a woman's mouth on me and not with your cock parked in me."

I shook my head. "No, just wondering how a tongue grows that long. God, what a, a..." I didn't have a word to label it."

Suzanne laughed then, genuinely amused. "Go on. The bath is right through there. There is a closet along the hall, if you want to pick out some other clothes to wear." She smiled, a little embarrassed. "I keep a whole range of men's clothing here so none of the guys who visit think they are special."

"So you use everyone?" I asked, surprised by the hurt I felt but still honest enough to admit I was being childish. Who the hell was I to complain about another person's sexual smorgasbord, when mine had such variety? Fuck me, I was the incestuous pervert and faithful friend who fucked not only his buddies' mothers but several of their other relatives. I was having an existential moment. Naw, I am too shallow for a real crisis.

Suzanne sobered. "Go on, shower. If you want. If you have to go, go. But this will all make more sense if I explain something to you first. In fact, if you squint, you'll realize that I still need your help. I am asking for your help. If, if you choose to leave, well, I'll lose something valuable. You are right, you do not owe me anything. I am asking for your help and well, I don't have much to offer you that you apparently cannot get for yourself, unless..." She stopped. "Let's just say the sorts of things I have to offer you, you would have little use for yet, in your life." Suzanne was sitting on her knees, hands folded between them. "What's it going to be?"

At that perfect moment, my stomach growled. Loudly.

I arched an eyebrow. "I could eat." My existential moment had been replaced by a gustatory one.

Suzanne smiled and twisted her head while raising her chin. "You eat very well, for a young man."

"Boy, you mean?"

Her eyes returned to me. "Oh no, you are plenty man enough for me. You just have to learn how to tie me up so I can orgasm." She paused then nodded. "Truce?" She waited for a response but then extended her hand for me to shake. "Friends?"

After a heartbeat or five, I shook her hand. "With benefits, apparently." My good humor was returning. "Who was that...that..."

Suzanne laughed. "Pixie is a sexual savant. As you now know, her physical structure is a little different than normal and she has learned to use it to her advantage. Shower and get dressed. There are toiletries in there. Feel free to use them. I'll shower in my room and wait for you in the living room. We'll get a steak and I'll explain myself. I owe you that at least. If, if you don't want to help me, then, well I guess I'll have to take my medicine. All I ask is that you listen and see if you...see what you think. Okay?"

The snarky woman from the other night was utterly gone, completely replaced by this charming but reserved blond woman with the great tits sitting on her heels before me, nude and beautifully so. My eyes fixed on those tits, seeing the marks I had left on them.

"Sonny? Sonny! Quit staring. It is not polite."

"I like tits and yours, well, yours should be stared at." I swear her nipples bulged, popping into erect little cones while I watched. I wanted to rub my eyes and look again but I just moved my eyes to her face.

"Fine." I said. "Steak, but it better be as good as you say or I'll..." I was going to say I'd spank her but figured that might not be much of a threat. I wanted a good steak. I left the promise ambiguous.

I got up, showered in a very well appointed galley bathroom. Everything was the best. I even shaved. Slipping into my clothes I felt a new man and understood a little wistfully why she would have changes of clothes for her...other lovers.

I expected to wait for her in the living room but she was leafing through a "Wealth and You" magazine. She looked elegant and utterly unaffected by the last few hours. She wore a long tubular dress that buttoned from hem to neck down the front, from her calves to the top of it just below her chin. It was ribbed, a cream white with big black buttons that said, "Open me if you can!" and black half-boots that tried to be sexy but only managed to be chic.

Not that I know chic, I have hooker taste when it comes to women's clothing so I don't judge. She definitely did not look like a hooker. The dress made the swell of her hips a topic of discussion, unavoidable and prominent and hid her breasts in the optical illusions of the narrow ribbing of the dress. Her blond hair was pulled back and clasped with a ruby red something that glinted, even in the dull light of the city night. When I saw her stand in it, the only thing I could think of was taking it off and I do blame the dress for that.

She rose gracefully, testimony to the strength in her legs but also to her incredible balance because the dress kept her ankles close together.

"Are you going to offer me your arm, sir?"

I did and we went downstairs. The dining room was languid, with wait staff standing about watching the football games. Couples were scattered through the room, not numerous enough to make it seem full.

We ordered and she cupped her chin in her hands. "Well? Time for an explanation."

I nodded and gave her my undivided attention.

"My husband, Borland, and I have a curious relationship. I know it. He knows it. We, well, let me start at the beginning. I worked for an architectural firm as a grunt architect and had been advised to attend a $100 a plate benefit. At the cocktail hour, I was single and unattached at the time with only a few beneficial friends on line. I don't mean on the Internet, I mean friends with benefits I could call for a ride from time to time. So, I was unattached and not looking, particularly, but plenty curious.

"Sex was, for me, a pastime, something I did with someone else when I got lonely or had some time to kill and had the opportunity. I had sort of a hard reputation. I mean, I was hard to get on with because, well, I liked sex on top and I tended to push and make things conform to my way of doing them."

"By that, you mean you rode guys, like a jockey rides a horse."

She nodded, apparently approving of my active listening skills. "I got to this benefit with the explicit idea that I was going to find some young buck and take him to bed for an hour and kick him out. I was twenty-seven at the time and had developed a very distinct taste for younger men and by younger I mean men not old enough to drink. Your age, I presume.

"You can imagine my surprise when I found myself face down on a bed in one of the hotel's rooms and this old guy, 52, ramming his cock into me from behind. Now, Sonny, don't take this the wrong way but no one does it for me like my husband. Borland and I touched at the cocktail bar, beside the iced shrimp. The attraction was immediate but attraction is exactly the wrong word. Obsession is closer but still not quite right. It was a compulsion, I think, mutual and irresistible. That's it, a sexual compulsion.

"It started at the bar. I had ordered a cocktail and he ran his hand over the arch of my ass, just light enough to be unmistakable. I tell you, the thrill that ran up my spine, I thought it had to be Mel Gibson or some other hotty but no, it was this guy with perfectly white hair, short, not burr cut but conservative. He wore khakis and a polo shirt with a pair of golf shoes. I mean with the cleats and everything, like he had just wandered in off the golf course.

"The thrill, the feeling of his hand on my ass was so arousing I followed him to the buffet table and when he reached for shrimp, I ran my fingers up his arm to his elbow. He looked at me, set down his drink and plate, grabbed my hand and dragged me out of there. He was in me and done before dinner was served.

"He dragged me into a room, pushed me face down on the bed, pulled down my underwear and mounted me like a stallion on a mare. I was instantly aroused and when he came, I came, and that never happens, happened. I walked out of there with his cum tricking down my leg and my ears ringing like someone punched me and I've boxed before and had my bell rung good a few times. I could not think straight.

"I followed him to his table and sat beside him. Another woman objected, claiming I was in her seat, which I was, and I growled at her like a doberman with a chicken leg greeting Colonel Sanders. She continued to insist and I continued to growl. Borland finally asked for my ticket and told the bitch to take my place.

"Borland ignored me the whole time, never said two words to me. I tried to eat but I was so hyped up, all I wanted was the feeling of his hands on my body again. God, I had never felt that way before. I was breathless and panting like the bitch in heat that I was.

"When the evening began to break up, I started to get desperate. He acted as if I didn't exist and I didn't care. I felt pathetic, but at the same time, I felt the growing resolve to break the silence. You see, I had ignored him too. The more he ignored me, the more I ignored him. I know that sounds infantile but that was how I was thinking.

"I finally got control of myself and left him after the speaker was done. I walked down the corridor and suddenly felt myself yanked through an open door into a dark room. I could feel his hands on me and I knew it was him. He turned my face to the wall and pulled up my skirt and pulled my thong aside. When I arched my ass, he entered me again. This time, he fucked me for several minutes before he poured me full of cum again.

"And I just let him. I never spoke, I never struggled, I just let him move me and position me like a fuck doll but I came and came. My god, I was so excited and it was immediate. Instant! As he came, he kissed the side of my neck. He whispered in my ear and I felt his words in my toes, and all in between. Not what he said, just the feel of his voice coursing through. His words left a lot to be desired, but the tone of his voice did it for me. He said he was married and that I had to let him go. He said I could not turn around because if he kissed me, he'd never be able to let go of me.

"I thought he was going to weep, right there, his cock rammed into me from behind, my skirt up around my waist, my tits mashed against the wall. Then he said something that unraveled me further. He told me he wanted to fuck me till he tired of me and then he'd throw me away, like garbage."

Suzanne was panting and took a slug from her Tom Collins. She shook her head. "Me. Can you imagine? Predator bitch that I had been, fucking a guy into the mattress and then laughing at him when he couldn't get it up! Me, being told I was going to get used like a condom and then tossed away, equally full of cum. I just stood there and nodded. That sounded perfect to me. I, all I wanted was for him to keep doing what he had just done to me, fucking me till I got tired of him, filling me with cum. Just the smell of it made me excited. He waited then, for me to speak, he was perfectly still, his lips close to my ear.

"I said, okay. Just that, okay, like I had no other thought in my head. He asked me where I worked and I told him. He knew my building and said, he said he'd find me and fuck me again. He said this was only sex and nothing else. He then went still, his cock still hard inside of me, my toes barely touching the floor. I was literally mounted on his cock like a bug on a pin. He asked me if, if I wanted that because if I didn't, he'd walk away and never touch me again.

"I nearly couldn't answer. I was shaking like a retriever's tongue when it pokes its head out the window of a speeding car. What do you call that? Trembling, that's it, I was trembling. Finally I was able to moan. "Fuck me", I told him. He was still hard and he pulled back and rammed into me again, hammering me against the wall, lifting me up and twisting me as he liked. When he came the next time, I came with him again. I was full of cum and dizzy from the orgasms that had flashed through me.

"Then he was gone. Just gone. I had no idea where he went or even when. I just woke up, propped against the wall like a folding chair, cum running down my legs, breathless with arousal. I remember feeling the cold air on the cum running down my legs and if I had touched myself, I'd have come again, I'm sure. I staggered home. I couldn't sleep. I lost my appetite. I couldn't concentrate at work. I tried to figure out who that masked man was but the guest list was too large. Tuesday after that weekend, I got on the elevator going up to work. I felt a hand on my side, right at my hipbone and he pulled me back against him. I knew it was him but could not remember seeing him.

"He told me to stay with him. He reached around me and hit the button for a floor above mine, one I knew was empty. We were alone in the car for ten seconds and his hands were on me. When he dragged me out of the elevator, my bra was loose, my panties were torn to shreds and his finger had been inside of me. He took me on my knees, right on the concrete in an empty floor. He fucked me and the sounds echoed around us.

"I knew he wasn't going to kiss me and that made me long for it all the more. I kept trying to twist around but he had his hand knotted in my hair. He took me from behind again, my dress over my back. He tore off my panties and ramjetted me again. He only grunted and sighed, not making a lot of noise compared to me. God, I must have screamed through an orgasm six times before he finally dumped a load into me. When he finished, I as a mess. I didn't care. I staggered into the office and the receptionist gasped and asked what happened, should she call the police. I grinned at her and said not unless they were giving out medals because whoever did this to me was a fucking hero.

"He accosted me three more times in the next week and then nothing for three weeks. I was nearly crazy when he walked into our office and took me by the hand and dragged me right out the front door. He pulled me into a maintenance closet and kissed me on the mouth. When that ended, he swore and swore while he stripped me. I mean, I was stark naked, well, I still had on high heels. He took me against the wall. I started to wail and couldn't stop. One of the guys from the office opened the door and we just kept doing it while he stood there and watched. I think, I think I had my legs wrapped tight around Borland and was kissing him, completely out of my mind with lust. There was no way anyone could have mistaken it for a one-way copulation.

"After that, I was delirious. Not happy, but like I was on cold turkey every moment his cock wasn't in me. I wanted to be bred so badly, to be mounted and fucked to death. I was insane. I really think I was and I may not have recovered."

The food came and Suzanne watched as the waitstaff distributed everything. When they left, she continued her recitation.

"For weeks it went on, two or three or four times a week, I'd get dragged into a corner or a closet somewhere and we'd fuck each other crazy. He cursed me the whole time, groaning that he was married and that he had children but he still fucked me."

Here, Suzanne grinned a little. "I have to confess, getting a man away from his wife turned out to be a huge turn-on to me. I know, sounds crazy but knowing that he was inside of me even though he berated himself for doing so, that just made it that much hotter. He told me he wouldn't fuck her but I insisted, I told him he should keep fucking her and tell me about it when he fucked me. He did. He'd describe what he did to her as he was doing the exact same thing to me.