Shakespeare in Lust
Keywords: Lust, Shakespeare, in,
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"I don't suppose you have a condom?"
"No, I'm sorry, but I don't."
"Okay then, forget that." She sat all the way up. "It's your turn. Sit back in the chair and masturbate. I want to watch you."
I got off the bed and sat in the chair. I unfastened my belt and pushed my pants and shorts down. I knew I was going to find it pretty easy to masturbate with the hard-on I already had and with the naked body in front of me.
I was almost near a climax when she changed her mind. "Wait a minute!" she said, jumping off the bed. "Don't waste it. Do it in my mouth." She got on her knees in front of me just as I came. In her mouth. And she swallowed every drop of it. Or nearly every drop of it. She looked up at me with a smile on her face and her lips glistening with my cum.
And if I had thought this was just going to be a one-time adventure for her, I was wrong.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" she asked after she got her robe on and opened the drapes. "Would you like to come over for dinner?"
"I would love to."
"Chicken with mushrooms all right?"
"Sounds great. I'll bring the wine."
"And pick up a box of those little rubber thingys," she said.
At first I did not know what she meant, but then I caught on. "Okay," I said.
The dinner the next night was delicious, and after the dinner and the wine, she set the stage.
"I don't want you to make love to me, I don't want you to have sex with me," she said. "I just want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard it squirts out my ears. And I want the drapes open so people can see. People will think you're my granddaddy," she said with a wicked smile.
"That sounds like a tall order, but I guess I can try," I said. "But let me ask you this: What is a beautiful young woman like you doing having sex with an old man like me?"
"That's an easy one to answer," she said. "You're a kind, tender and sophisticated gentleman. Most of the men of my age group are crude and vulgar and only want to score with you so they can add a notch to their belts. You never hear from them again."
"Well, whatever the reason, it certainly has proven to be my lucky day. In my entire life, I've never enjoyed sex as much as I do with you."
"Good," she said with a smile. "That goes for me too. And now, shall we adjoin to the bedroom? Our audience awaits."
While it may not have "squirted out her ears, I fucked the bejabbers out of her that night, and I continued fucking her at least every other night for the next two weeks, sometimes in my apartment.
But then she got tired of doing it at the same places and wanted a little semi-private variety. You know the hansom horse-drawn cabs that go through Central Park? Blow job. You know that quiet and dark Italian restaurant in Greenwich Village? Hand job in a napkin. You know that quiet convention floor men's room stall at The Plaza? A full fuck with her straddling me. You know The Empire State Building elevator on a slow Sunday? Blow job. You know The Oyster Bar restaurant in Grand Central Station? Don't even ask.
I could say that my "retirement" was wearing me down...but I know that I would not get any sympathy from you.
The End
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Keywords: Lust, Shakespeare, in,