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My name is Ali Baker. A year ago I became single
again because my former husband looked for and found greener pastures. Dan
and I married young and neither of us were really in love with the other.
I think we were in love with the idea of being in love. Our friends were
all getting married so we did also. I didn’t blame Dan because we were
just going through the motions. Even so, breaking up was hard on me. I put
everything I had including my time, talent, and energy into my work. Being
focused on work paid off better after I no longer had to divide my time
and attention on a home and husband.
After college, Dan and I, mostly I, bought a small ad agency. When we
split up Dan wanted no part of the business and he signed it all over to
me, bills included. Now after just over a year the business was finally
doing all right. I added two more employees to handle the business that
had come in. I no longer had to work the eighteen and twenty hour days,
but I did because I didn’t have anything else worth doing.
Sex was not something I spent much time thinking about. Sex with Dan was
always nice but never the bells and whistles I read about in the romance
novels. Since the divorce I didn’t even waste time reading such novels. If
I got horny, which I occasionally did, I used my trusty dildo and got over
it.
One of the ladies that worked for me was a long tall sexpot. Lois Williams
spent a lot of her time and her energy satisfying the men in her life.
Lois was a healthy sex centered creature and made no bones about it. I
didn’t understand her life style but what she did away from the office was
her business. The problem was Lois couldn’t get her sex life and her work
completely separated. I threatened several times to let her go, but in
spite of her shortcomings, Lois was a good ad person. I was well aware
that it was her sexuality that brought in some of the clients and it was
her easy nature that kept them.
Alice McKinsey, another employee stated one time that Lois gave away more
pussy in a month than most women did in a year. Alice was a more mature
lady, about forty and married with a house full of kids. Even so she and
Lois got along well.
I’ll try to describe myself. I’m twenty nine, five-seven, one hundred
twenty-five or so pounds. My boobs are what the novels describe as full.
Thirty-six D as a matter of fact. My butt is big and flabby. Okay, that’s
a little harsh. Round and less than firm would be more accurate. I’m
spending a couple hours a week at the gym now that I have help in the
shop, so I’m trying to fix the ‘not so firm’ part. Being a successful
business woman makes the fact that I’m a natural blonde seem strange to
some. Not that I ever gave much credence to the dumb blonde crap. I keep
my hair cut short mainly because I don’t like spending more time than
necessary to fix it. Unlike a lot of blondes I tan nicely when I have a
chance to get out in the sun. Lately I’ve cheated some and used a tanning
bed to get that nice rich tan. As to my facial features I think most
people would describe me as cute rather than pretty. Never beautiful.
Probably I have the wholesome girl next door look. My teeth are perfect
thanks to parents who forked out a ton of money during my formative years
for braces. My eyes are light green most of the time. When I get mad or
excited they change to a deep emerald green. Or so I’ve been told. I have
never thought of myself as sexy and that is where this story begins.
“I don’t understand you,” Lois was saying to me. “You got a great body and
you look good, so why are you living like a nun?” This was not the first
time we had the discussion. The fact that I forbad Lois to talk about my
love life, or lack of a love life, didn’t seem to deter her at all.
“Let’s just say that I’ve been there and done that,” I answered hoping in
vain that it would satisfy her. It didn’t.
“You got to get back on the horse,” Lois said. “Better yet, get back on a
big ol’ fat hard cock. It isn’t natural to go without sex. What about
women? You prefer the softer sex?” God, Why didn’t she just shut up?
“No,” I answered while mentally counting to ten. “Men are just fine with
me, Lois. Don’t you have anything else to do but worry about my affairs?”
“You haven’t got any affairs, dammit!” Lois yelled angrily. What the hell
was she pissed at? “You just set around here all day looking like you
could suck oats from a jug. You are a pretty girl yet you always have an
expression like you just bit into something sour. Go out! Go get laid! Get
some dick and wipe that old maid look off your face.”
Just as I was clouding up to rain all over her, it dawned on me that she
could be right. Maybe I was taking my lack of sex out on the help. Not
that I thought I had a lack of sex. I thought I was doing just fine with
my life of solitude. I thought about the tee-shirt I had that said, “a
woman needs a man like a frog needs a bicycle”.
“I know your marriage went in the ditch,” Lois continued. “I’m not
suggesting you run out and get married or anything like that. I’m saying
go out and dangle your feet in the water. See what’s out there. Have a few
laughs and get fucked, for pity sake. Get a beef injection. Take some guy
and fuck his brains out and make yourself happy.” Lois took a breath and
said. “That’s all I’m saying, Ali.”
To make a long story shorter I let Lois talk me into going out for a few
drinks on Friday night. It was a sacrifice because Friday night was
usually the night I did my laundry and watched a rented sappy movie. The
things I’m willing to do for my employee’s benefit.
“You’re not wearing that.” Lois said taking one look at my attire for the
evening. “No fuckin’ way!” She spent fifteen minutes looking through my
closet until she came to what I thought of as slut-wear. She found a tiny
little cocktail dress that Dan had insisted I buy for some occasion or
other. I had only worn it that one time. Low plunging neckline and it only
came to mid thigh. I felt like my ass was shining or my boobs would fall
out.
“That’s a dress a slut would wear,” I protested.
“There you go,” Lois responded. “Tonight you are the biggest slut in town.
You, Ali, are the queen of sluts. You got it and you’re going to flaunt
it. No bra, no panties. Give the guys something to look at.” Lois didn’t
pay any attention to my protests and thirty minutes later we left my
apartment with me looking like a hooker, or so I thought.
The first club we visited was just a loud meat market. I couldn’t help but
notice the look of desperation on the faces of both men and women as they
appraised one another. In the space of a few minutes heard dozens of tired
old lines, most of which I ignored. Because of the extremely loud music we
had to yell to be heard.
The next place was quieter but there was still that look of desperation on
the faces. I’ll have to admit that Lois was an accomplished tour guide.
She kept a drink in front of us most of the time and I don’t think she
bought any of them.
The third place was quieter still and not as swarming. By the time we got
there my head was spinning from the drinks. Since leaving college I
haven’t drank much and was badly out of practice. Lois and I sat at the
bar waiting on a table to become vacant. I was sipping something that I
didn’t recognize but it tasted good. I was only vaguely aware when someone
moved to the stool beside me.
“What are you drinking?” A male voice asked. It took a moment to realize
that the question was directed toward me.
“I’m not sure,” I answered turning to see who asked the question. He was a
dark skinned man, obviously tall when not sitting, with shinny black hair,
and dark sparkling eyes. “Hi,” I said.
“Hi, right back at you,” he answered with a big smile showing a lot of
white teeth. “I’m Jack Crow.”
“Hello Jack. I’m Ali. You come here often? What’s your sign? And what do
you do at the CIA?” That caused him to laugh out loud.
“Never been here before tonight,” he said leaning toward me. “Sorry, don’t
have a clue what my sign is and I don’t work for the CIA. I’m a astronaut
with NASSA. I’m very rich and own a yacht and a private jet. I also own
this club.”
“No you don’t,” I said smiling. “I happen to be the owner of this club.”
“Oops, sorry. I forgot I own the one down the street. Hard to keep up with
all I own. Nice club you got here. Would you want to fly to Paris with me
for the weekend?”
“I don’t think so,” I answered. “I was there last weekend. Paris is such a
bore these days, don’t you think?”
“I expect it is,” he said still smiling. “I’ve never been there. I’m not
really an astronaut but I do own a small plane. It’s a Beech Baron and my
yacht is a seventeen foot bass boat that I still am making payments on.
Two lawyers were walking down the sidewalk when a beautiful young woman
approached them. One said to the other. ‘Boy I’d sure like to screw her’.
The other said, “Out of what?’ Do you know what is brown and black and
looks good on a lawyer? A Doberman.”
“Oh, so you’re a lawyer, huh?” I said laughing. “Is that called a
preemptive strike?”
He laughed with me. “I suppose it is. Yes, I am an attorney and I’ve heard
all the jokes.”
“What do you call thirty thousand lawyers on the bottom of the ocean?”
“A good start,” he replied. “How about this one? An attorney, addressing
the jury and speaking of his client who recently killed his parents: "Dear
ladies and gentlemen, please take mercy and release this poor orphan."
Not to be outdone I said, “A law firm receptionist answered the phone the
morning after the firm's senior partner had passed away unexpectedly. "Is
Mr. Smith there?", asked the client on the phone. "I'm very sorry," the
receptionist answered, "but Mr. Smith passed away last night." "Is Mr.
Smith there?", repeated the client. The receptionist was perplexed.
"Perhaps you didn't understand me, I'm afraid Mr. Smith passed away last
night." "Is Mr. Smith there?", the client again asked. "Ma'am, do you
understand what I'm saying?", said the exasperated receptionist, "Mr.
Smith is DEAD!" "Oh I understand you perfectly," said the client, "I just
can't hear it often enough."
He laughed. “An oldie but a goody. Here’s one, An attorney ran over to the
office of his client. "I can't believe it!" said the angered attorney,
"You sent a case of Dom Perignon to the judge in your case? That judge is
as straight as an arrow. Now we're certain to lose this case!" "Relax,"
said the client, "I sent it in the prosecutor's name."
Lois, who had been engaged with some guy who was putting the full court
press on her, became interested in what Jack and I were talking about.
“I love lawyer jokes,” she said turning her back on her suitor. “Why does
the Bar prohibit lawyers from having sex with their clients? To prevent
clients from being billed twice for the same service.”
“Good one,” Jack acknowledged. I noticed that he gave Lois a good
look-over. “A man was sent to Hell for his sins. As he was being taken to
his place of eternal torment, he passed a room where a lawyer was having
an intimate encounter with a beautiful young woman. "What a rip-off," the
man muttered. "I have to roast for all eternity, and that lawyer gets to
spend it with a beautiful woman." Jabbing the man with his pitchfork, the
escorting demon snarled, "Who are you to question that woman's
punishment?"
“Okay, so you know more lawyer jokes than I do,” Lois said giving Jack a
laugh. “A few years ago I would ask if you were an Indian, but frankly I
don’t know what considered politically correct these days.”
“I consider myself an American Indian,” Jack answered. “And a proud member
of the Cherokee Nation. If you refer to me as a Native American I will
answer, but the truth is, we just got here a few thousand years before the
rest of you did. I also know a lot of Indian jokes.” From the look on his
face I assumed he had fallen for Lois’s charm and oozing sexuality. “Are
you two here together?”
“We’re not a couple, if that’s what you mean?” Lois joked. “I’m sure it’s
possible for you to split us up.”
“If a lawyer falls overboard in shark infested waters why won’t the sharks
attack him?” I asked.
“Professional courteously,” Jack said turning away from Lois to face me.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I hope my mouth hadn’t dropped open from the
surprise. This hunk had asked me and not my sexpot companion. Lois looked
as surprised as I felt but she quickly smiled and went back to the guy who
was waiting patently for her attention.
“So tell me all about Ali Baker,” Jack asked. We had left the club and
strolled down to a quiet lounge a few block away. I gave him a quick
thumbnail description of who I was. His eyebrows rose when I told him
about the divorce. I asked him for his life’s story. I learned that he was
thirty-two, never married, unattached, and apparently successful at his
vocation. He had graduated from law school after migrating from his
childhood home in North Carolina.
“I intended on going home to practice law,” Jack said. I asked him why he
had not. “I met a woman,” he said laughing. “I thought I was in love and
she had no intention of going to North, ‘you got to be kidding me’,
Carolina. By the time I figured out it wasn’t love, I had a good position
with a well known law firm. My firm liked the idea of having an Native
American on staff. I flatter myself in thinking that I’m a good litigator
and that’s why I’m now a partner. Not a full partner, but there is still
time to rise to those lofty heights.” He glanced at his expensive watch.
“I have a nice condo and I would like to show it to you.” I wasn’t sure
how to reply. “Tonight would be a perfect time.” Jack Crow apparently
didn’t not let grass grow under his feet.
I was torn two ways. I wanted him to like me. I wanted to get to know him
better but I also didn’t want to him to think I would jump into bed with
just anybody that happened by.
“Why me?” I asked. “Why not Lois?”
“Lois? Oh, your friend. She’s not my type. I’ve met a lot of women like
her. She would love to take an Indian to bed to claim bragging rights and
to demonstrate how liberal she is. The problem is, the relationship would
go nowhere. The novelty would soon wear off and she would be gone, looking
for someone new. Frankly Ali, I’ve had enough of that crap.” He certainly
looked sincere but I reminded myself that he was a lawyer. They know how
to appear sincere. “I’m not looking for a one night stand. I’m not going
to lie and tell you that I’m not interested in sex, because I am. I am
very attracted to you and I want you. If not tonight then tomorrow night
or next week.”
“I see,” I said. If Jack Crow was putting a con on me it was a good one
and it was working. “I think I would like to see your condo.” Damn, I
hadn’t meant to say that. I had intended on playing it cool. Before I
could think of how to temper my statement, Jack paid the check and we were
out the door.
***
“So, tell me all,” Lois demanded on Monday morning before I hardly got in
the door. “Did you get some? How was Tonto in bed?”
I had no intention of telling Lois anything but with all of her other
qualities she is an expert interrogator. Before I knew it she had the
whole story out of me. I told her, and Alice, who moved her chair closer
to hear better, about my weekend.
“I went with him to his condo, which happens to be in a very good
neighborhood. At first it looked like a typical bachelor pad, but I soon
saw that he was a man of taste. His place was furnished nicely,” I told
them.
“Who gives a shit about his pad. Cut to the chase,” Lois said. “Did you do
the nasty with him?” I had to laugh at her crudeness.
“Yes we did the nasty,” I answered laughing. “We also made love once or
twice, too. Jack Crow proved to be a great lover. He was kind, and gently
and did everything right. He made sure that I was satisfied long before he
was.” I smiled remembering how Jack Crow had made me hear the bells and
the whistles that I hadn’t heard before. I saw a light show when be
brought me to the many orgasms I experienced. In fact in one short weekend
I had more wonderful climaxes than I had experienced my whole married
life. I now knew what the romance novelists had been talking about.
“Tell me,” Lois insisted, “is he hung like a bear?”
“I don’t have any idea how big a bear’s thing is,” I answered laughing.
“He’s a little bigger than Dan is, but it’s not size that separates him
from other men I have known. It’s how he used it. He was insatiable. Dan
was good for one time a night and that was it. Jack kept it up for a long
time and after he came he only needed a few minutes and he was ready to go
again. I would be afraid to even guess how many times we did it. All I can
say is, by the time I got home Sunday afternoon, I was walking
bowl-legged. I’m still a little tender, if you know what I mean.”
“Damn! I shouldn’t have let him get away from me,” Lois said. “I knew he
would be a stud.” I didn’t see any point in mentioning to Lois that she
never had a shot at Jack, but I sure wanted to. In all honestly I wanted
to gloat a some that little ol’ me got the stud and the sexpot didn’t.
On Tuesday Jack called my office. He started the conversation with,
“What's the difference between a lawyer and a catfish? One is a slimy,
bottom dwelling, scum sucker. The other is a fish. How about lunch?”
“Sure as long as it’s not fish,” I answered. “Should I meet you
somewhere?”
“Yes, my condo. I was thinking that we could eat a light lunch and then I
could eat you.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you at eleven-thirty,” I said trying not to
show any expression on my face that Lois or Alice could detect. I should
have known better.
“A nooner!” Lois said. “I love nooners. Getting all hot, sweaty, and gooey
in the middle of the day is the only way.”
“So we shouldn’t expect you back until later in the afternoon,” Alice said
with a wise smile. “Is this when I should mention birth control?”
“I’m back on the pill,” I said.
“Since when?” Lois asked.
“Since this morning,” I answered. “Jack mentioned that he didn’t care for
condoms. Anyway I’m safe for a few weeks and by that time the pills will
have taken effect.”
“Good, you’re going bareback today,” Lois said with a loud laugh. “Much
better that way. It won’t be long before you two will be doing mooners.”
“What’s a mooner?” Alice asked.
“A nooner, only sooner,” Lois answered with a smile. “Do you have anal
lube, Ali?” The question startled me. Why would I need that, I wondered? I
had only engaged in anal sex once when I was in college and I had been
drunk at the time. I remember I had a sore ass for several days afterward.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Lois commented. “An ass fucker usually has
something close at hand. Remember Ali, men like it when you swallow their
cum, so don’t spit it out when he unloads in your mouth.” I nearly ran
from my office to escape Lois’s ribald suggestions and comments.
Over the preceding weekend Jack and I discover a lot of things about each
other, but there was still a lot we didn’t know. Frankly I was still
inhibited when it came to sex. I was mostly comfortable being nude with
Jack because he seemed to like my body. He had managed to kiss every part
of it , even my feet. But I didn’t know if he had a foot fetish or if he
was into anal sex. I did know that he seemed to like oral sex. Both giving
and receiving. It was scary and exciting to have the opportunity to
discover things about him.
Our noon time sex was just great as I expected it to be. Jack sent me to
the moon several times. We were laying on the bed, both of us spent and
satisfied. We were eating the delayed lunch, balancing the plates on our
stomachs.
“So, how did you determine the girl you stays here for wasn’t the one?” I
asked. Jack chewed his food and looked thoughtful for a moment.
“I suppose it was a combination of several things,” he answered seriously.
“One thing was we discovered that we didn’t like many of the same things.
Food, movies, and most important, sex. She put up with sex, but it wasn’t
very important to her. I got the impression that she figured it was
payment for a visit to a nice restaurant or payment for other gifts. I, on
the other hand, take sex seriously. It’s not the most important thing in
the world but it’s sure in the top five or six. She would not even
consider anything she thought to be kinky.”
“Really?” I said. “How narrow minded of her. Kinky like how?” I wasn’t
sure I wanted to hear about kinky sex, but I had to know if he was a
pervert or not.
“I brought some adult videos in to watch with her. She hit the ceiling.
Once when I mention doing it doggy style she looked like she was going to
be sick.” That didn’t sound perverted to me. Dan and I often watched
triple X videos. Doggy style is one of my favorite positions. “And God
forbid oral sex,” Jack added. “I tried to eat her once and she ran out of
the bedroom. The next time she ran off from the bed I asked her to stay
gone. Enough is enough.”
“Are you planning on asking me to do anything kinky?” I asked.
“Of course I will,” Jack answered laying the plate aside and tickling my
nipple which sprang to attention. “I prefer a polite no think you to ‘fuck
you pervert’.” I had to laugh at that. I reminded myself that I didn’t
think oral sex or dog fashion was kinky.
“Like what?” I pressed.
“Like asking you to pose nude for me,” Jack said. “I’m a pretty good
photographer. Like doing anal sex.” I decided to not ask too many
questions about anal sex. I didn’t want to know too much.
“Pose naked? Me?” No one had ever asked me to do that. Would I do it? I
was going to have to give that a lot of serious thought.
“Of course you,” Jack said and put his lips onto my nipple and then biting
gently. That caused a shutter to run through me. I’ve always known that my
nipples were sensitive but never anything like they were with Jack. “You
have no idea how good you really look. You have an almost perfect body and
your breasts are just wonderful.” His hand went to my pussy and he opened
my cuntal lips and tickled my clit. “The prettiest pussy in the world, in
my opinion. I really like your pussy when my come is leaking out of it
like now.” He punctuated that remark by putting two fingers in me and
wiggling them. I had another orgasm from that. This man was turning me
into some sort of climax freak. He took a cracker from my plate and
smeared our combined juices on it. He ate half and offered me the other
half which I ate also. That struck me as a little kinky, but then again
what the hell do I know?
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