He’d begged his wife for weeks to take that pill and she’d refused. Then one day she decided to surprise him…
She worked hard for us and I knew it. It was tough going to that dirty construction site day after day. Operating a huge bulldozer or the even larger excavator. She worked on a crew of rough and rowdy guys, but as a woman heavy equipment operator, she made way more money than I could dream of making at my fast food job. Carolanne is a pretty woman and the guys were hitting on her from the very first day, but she’s tough. Growing up the only girl in a family of boys made her assertive and bossy and willing to stand toe to toe with any guy. I love that about her. I never have to guess at what she wants, she just tells me.
After two weeks on the job, she stopped in a local sex shop with some money from her first paycheck and bought a top of the line, 8 inch strapon dildo. She put it on at the shop and wore it home. When she got there she told me she was going to fuck me with it. I wasn’t too excited about having that big thing up my ass, but her assertiveness won out and it turned into the best sex we’d ever had. The thing had some kind of vibrator built into it that buzzed her clit and the harder she pounded me the more intensely it buzzed her. She fucked like a wild woman! Gripping me, moving me, thrusting and pounding me harder and better than any porn stud I’d ever watched on line.
The next morning, when she came out for breakfast, she was wearing the strapon under her jeans. The look in her eyes was defiant and strong, and her confidence was reflected in the set of her jaw. Her dick’s long, hard intent embossed the fabric along the inside of her left thigh. I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she made it clear, now the guys on her crew would leave her the fuck alone. When I protested about what it would make them think about me, she only patted my cheek and told me not to worry, she’d tell them I could take it like a man.
After a few days of awkwardness the guys on her crew began to show her a new type of respect. Soon they were including her in their manly jokes about going home after a long day and giving it hard to the ‘little woman’. It used to embarrass me when she would come home and tell me about those comments, but the light in her eyes showed those comments only enflamed her. She liked what they inferred.
Six months have come and gone. Now she wears her dick 24/7. To work, to the grocery, out to dinner, she even wears it when we go to church. I tried to say something once and she just laughed and told me if I get to wear mine all the time, she can wear her’s all the time. I couldn’t really argue with that, but at least mine isn’t always hard, always so obvious.
Carolanne came home from work yesterday, all sweaty and dusty. She tossed her paycheck on the table. I glanced at it. She got another raise. Third one since she started. She said,
“Get me a beer and get undressed.” This had recently become a common request. As I did as I was told, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled out her always ready, always hard dick. I handed her the beer and she ordered. “Lube me up.” I sank to my knees before my wife’s magnificent dick and took her in my mouth. She pushed forward and I heard the familiar buzz and a low moan from her throat. The moan was music to my ears. When I looked up, her flannel shirt was partially unbuttoned and her pushup bra cupped slightly sloshing breasts as her hips pumped her dick in my mouth. She didn’t make eye contact, just took a big swig of her beer and enjoyed the ride. It flashed through my mind that it could be any guys mouth and she would be just as happy, but I focused on how lucky I was that it was my mouth. I slobbered and sucked her like I the goddess she is, running my hands over her dusty thighs, feeling the muscles inside the jeans that had worked so hard for us today. She drained the beer and set the bottle on the table with an empty klunk.
“Get me another and get against the wall.” I rose from the floor and fetched Carolanne a fresh beer, opened it on the way back and handed it to her as I passed, headed to the wall to assume the position. “Open it up for me.” I reached back, pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to relax my hole for her. The cool wet tip slid into me with practiced ease. Her free hand shoved my head against the wall as she proceeded to shove her dick all the way in, rolling up on her toes as her abs contracted, pulling her hips forward hard. Her dick buzzed furiously and she moaned as the stress of the day began to melt away. She fucked me. Grinding out her needs and drinking her beer. The alcohol and endorphins created a heady mix in her blood stream which resulted in ever greater thrusts from her strong hips. The first orgasm always came quickly. She ground against my ass as the waves of euphoric pleasure washed the day from her tired body and moans of release filled the kitchen.
She emptied her beer in one long draw, pulled out and slapped my ass. “Get me another.” I did. Knowing full well that she was nowhere near finished. I came back and assumed the position once again. Carolanne slid back into me, took a swig of her beer and said, “This is all I need to be happy, a cold beer and your ass.”
That Carolanne, she’s such a romantic.
Sometimes you just don’t have time for that long, slow loving, so you have to settle for a quick nut.
Stepping into the restroom cut the thump of the techno music to a distant throb, but she had a throb of her own. The guy she had been dancing with all night wants to meet her in the Rumpus Room. He knows she is packing and that she wants to get inside of him and he’s cool with it, even eager for it. She’d had to adjust herself before she could leave the dance floor.
She looks in the mirror as she comes in and watches herself walk behind the other girls touching up their faces. She isn’t vain, but she looks as good as any of them and in that red dress she looks better than most. There is no muffin top showing over her panties, no little roll around her bra strap. She is tight clean curvy lines with a hard ball of intent where her legs meet.
She steps into an empty stall. Part of her wants to pee standing up, just to freak the other girls out a little. Not that anyone would say anything. Even if they clocked her they wouldn’t mention it. But she never got clocked unless she wanted to. She was a ghost among them. That girl with a little something they could never provide, a competitive edge that sends some guys to the moon, like the cute Clark Kent look-a-like she is fixing to dip her wick in.
She knocks the last drop of pee off the tip and stands up to fix it back in place for the trip to the Rumpus Room. She pulls the dress down, but just before she tucks her little girl away she thinks of a selfie. She sets up her phone and looks at herself on the screen. She loves shots like these. She looks amazing and sexy, and then you get to the bottom of the dress and get that little twist at the end. Perfect. She takes the shot and posts it. Her girlfriends will know what the hashtag means.
He saw her standing alone across the large room. Her back turned to the party crowd as she looked out the windows and over the city. The long hair, the confident stance, the curves. They all caught his eye and drew his interest. She looked like a girl he’d like to ask out. He took note of the empty champagne glass at her elbow and snagged two fresh ones from a passing tray. As he approached he could see she was not like most of the other women at the party. There was a presence about her, a power or strength that he was drawn to. All the other skinny women seemed like fragile dolls while he could imagine wrestling in the sheets with this woman as she laughed and growled. Just the thought of that made his dick swell in his pants. All the better. He wanted her to see his bulge. When he arrived at her back he cleared his throat and said,
“Excuse me. I saw your glass was empty so I brought you a fresh one.” She turned and fixed him with an intense stare, assessing him. She noted his bulge.
“It’s empty because I don’t like champagne. I’m more of a beer girl.” Her eyes drilled into his. Challenging him to stay or slink off back into the crowd. He stood his ground.
“Oh? Well I guess that leaves more for me. Would you like for me to get you a beer?” His eyes drifted down over her. Pretty eyes, nice rack and….whoa! They snapped back up to hers. She had no reaction on her face when she challenged him again,
“See something you like? Want to ask me out now, or are you just another close minded guy?” He hated being called out and when someone challenged he had to meet it head on.
“Yes. I do want to ask you out. That’s the whole reason I came over here, but if you’re too busy playing the tough ass bitch and trying scare me away to be interested in a date, just come out and tell me. Then maybe I can have a shot at one of these other less interesting women.” His nostrils flared a little as he defiantly held his ground and sipped his champagne. A Mona Lisa smile touched her lips.
“You think I’m interesting?” He took another sip as his mind swirled with where this was going.
“Definitely.” He declared with a nod of punctuation.
“What if I’m too much for you to handle?” Now it was his turn to smile.
“I guess there is only one way for us to find out.”
He tossed back the last of the champagne, set the glasses on the window sill and offered her his arm. The surprise he saw on her face gave him sweet satisfaction after how things had begun. Her arm slipped through his and her hand gripped his forearm with a strength that gave him goose bumps. That wrestling match was going to be very interesting.
They had been dating for over a year now getting to know each other and settling into their relationship. To the outside world they appeared to be like any other loving couple, but as with most couples that was hardly the case. Kate and John were in love that part was true, but she was tired of hiding. Kate was the strong willed one in the relationship and had come to a decision. She was no longer hiding who she was. John was unsure about this new path, but Kate insisted.
Kate enjoyed pulling on her hot pink shorts without the usual tucks and adjustments as John looked on in consternation. John commented,
“Those shorts are pretty tight. They look uncomfortable. Maybe you should wear your kaki ones.” Kate sighed.
“They’re fine John and they match my lipstick. Besides, they’re more comfortable now than all the other times I’ve worn them. I thought you liked these shorts.” He mumbles
“I do. But they….well….they…make you…stand out.” Kate shot him a look then smiled.
“I know.” John was flustered.
“But can’t we start off with something a little less…obvious?” She loved his discomfiture.
“No honey. You love me right?” John nodded. “Just like I am, right?” Another nod. “Then you need to embrace it and let me be me. Don’t force me to hide who I am behind tucks and tape. Let the world know that your girlfriend is a tgirl and embrace it!” He gave her a dubious look.
“Does it have to look so….big?” She gave him another grin.
“Don’t you want the other guys to be jealous of you?” John heaved a sigh. He’d lost this argument several times already.
“I guess so.”
“Good!” She picked up her purse. “All ready!” She took one last look in the mirror and said, “I need a selfie to commemorate our first date with me out, so to speak.” She took the picture and posted it to her Instagram wall. “Now we’re ready.”
She took John’s hand and led him out the door and into a whole new world.
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