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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Prelude…Jade till now
Jade is the daughter Maurice, a 46 year old woman I had a brief relationship with. The story of Maurice herself was rather unremarkable. Living with her partner of 20+ years, she was bored and curious about an Indian man. That her intentions were beyond that I only learned after Jade came into my life.
Maurice literally offered herself on a platter to me. I had known Maurice socially because her neighbor in Austin, Texas was a friend. A busty plus-size woman, I didn’t find Maurice attractive whenever we met socially.
When Maurice had to visit San Francisco for some work, I offered to host her.
Her flight landed at 8 pm, so we went to grab some food and it was past 10 p.m. when we got to my place.
After a shower, Maurice walked into my bedroom taking her bathrobe off, offering me her nakedness.
Of course I fucked her creaming her pussy thrice that night and then again multiple times each night during her week long stay in in San Francisco.
During that week, Maurice’s told me about her life and family.
Her husband was a long-haul truck driver who spent many weeks in a month on the road, leaving her alone and deprived of the very basic of biological needs.
They had one daughter — Jade — who was a rebel. Perhaps lacking the attention and discipline of a father who was away most of the time, she would do the exact opposite of what her parents wanted or stood for.
Voluptuous and curvy, she was the first in the family to get both her nipples pierced.
She moved out with her 23 year old African American boyfriend at the age of 19.
According to Maurice, Jade knew he was bad news but she just had to make a statement and take a stand against her parents who opposed the relationship.
Two years later, she was back, 5 months pregnant, verbally, physically and emotionally abused.
For the following two years, raising a baby became her priority and she did odd-jobs at gas stations, fast food chains, grocery stores, strip clubs, and even occasionally slept around for money to make ends meet.
Maurice said Jade had tried dating locally in Austin, Texas, but every man she dated brought back memories of her abusive relationship in some way or the other.
That she was naturally attracted to the rougher men didn’t help her cause.
Just one month before Maurice’s visit to San Francisco, Jade had accompanied a local friend on a weekend road trip.
What she wasn’t told by her friend that she was going to be the only girl accompanying ten horny guys.
They drugged her and took turns enjoying her body any which way they liked.
They fucked her brutally –individually and as a group — day and night, all through the weekend and dumped her back at her place, used, abused, naked and covered in cum from head to toe, cum oozing from her pussy and butt.
As Maurice narrated her story, I felt for this woman.
Even though I didn’t find Maurice particularly attractive, I was single and not seeing anyone.
According to Maurice, she hadn’t had sex for months till the night she came to my bed naked.
She was obviously needy and I was horny — as I always am.
We fucked like animals in heat throughout the week Maurice was at my place.
She was always ready whenever I was and we fucked multiple times a day and often through the night.
When Maurice returned to Austin, thoroughly fucked and her sexual appetite sated, she asked if I would like an encore. She said she would make an excuse to visit me every few months.
It was a nice week of sexual release for me, but an encore didn’t interest me.
It was one thing to have a fling with a woman offering herself when she was living in my house, but planning clandestine encounters with a woman already in a relationship with another man was a recipe for disaster.
I respectfully declined and tried to make her see my point of view.
In hindsight now, who knows what the real intentions behind the San Francisco trip were.
Whether she was a gold-digger trying to get into a relationship with a rather successful professional with the intention of making a clean break or whether she was just looking for a clandestine fuck-buddy, I will never know.
Whatever her intentions, the rejection evidently didn’t sit too well with Maurice. I didn’t know her well enough to know her malicious side till I spent time with her daughter, Jade.
“What kind of a future are you looking at Jade?” Maurice asked her daughter. Since the weekend long abuse by her friend and his ten friends, Jade had spiraled.
She had put on weight, abused herself, was battling depression and self-perception issues and was struggling to get through each day.
Her parents had virtually taken over the care of their grandchild because Jade was just not in an emotional place where she could give her daughter any attention or care.
“This is my fate mom, just leave me alone,” Jade snapped back at her mom, stuffing herself with a giant chocolate cake.
Life in the family was on a downhill free-fall. Jade was neglecting everything including herself and her daughter.
Her parents weren’t the support she had hoped for. All her mother did was criticize and chastise keeping Jade’s wounds raw and hurting her already low self-esteem even more.
For a family from the country, life was a simple case of making ends meet. Nothing came easy and you had to grab whatever chances came your way. The problem was, there were no chances around.
Jade had earned a reputation for being an easy lay. The guys just saw her as country meat to pound till they found greener pastures.
But even those avenues were drying up as Jade put on weight and went from cute to overweight. Nobody wanted the baggage of a child either. Nobody saw Jade as serious relationship material anymore.
Jade wanted out and when Maurice suggested that she try making a clean break at a new place and that she would take care of the child till Jade was settled, she jumped at the offer.
When Maurice called me, asking if I would help Jade if she tried to find a job in San Francisco, I couldn’t say no.
“Hey there,” said a drop-dead gorgeous woman, walking up to me at the airport terminal.
I had never met or seen Jade, but Maurice had said she had seen my pictures from my social media profiles and would recognize me.
She had shut down all her social profiles and so this was the first time I was meeting or seeing Jade.
My preferences in women are determined not by their size, age, race or religion but by things like — hair, eyes, faces and something about their nature that tells me at first glance whether there could be a sexual spark with the woman.
Seeing Jade for the first time, it wasn’t sparks but fireworks going on.
She was dressed in a re-and-white spaghetti strap dress that ended about a foot above her knees showing her creamy thighs.
A generous portion of her full breasts were peeping out of the plunging neckline.
The way her nipples poked out of the fabric, she obviously had no bra on.
Her face was just gorgeous — she must have taken after her dad, I thought. Her long blonde hair cascaded down to the small of her back.
Her large almond-shaped eyes were mesmerizing. They spoke of a woman full of life but also held a dark sadness that was endearing.
“Hey…Jade?” I replied.
“The only one,” she said smiling, “didn’t expect a fat girl did you?” she added.
“You’re not fat,” I said shocked at the self-deprecating remark, “I just didn’t expect someone so….” I wanted to say ‘delicious looking’ but checked myself and said, “beautiful.”
“Stop teasing,” she said shyly, “flattery will get you everywhere.” and laughed.
Her laughter was also as full of life as her eyes and again, I detected the sadness there.
Knowing her past from her mother, I was amazed how collected she seemed. I had expected someone far more broken and shattered.
I grabbed one of her two suitcases and we started walking towards the parking area.
Jade was a couple steps ahead of me and I couldn’t help the stirring in my pants watching her move.
To some she would be overweight or even fat, but to me, she was curvy in all the right places.
Her hips swayed as she walked and as the garment hugged her body, showing a clear impression of her panty-line on her curvy ass-cheeks.
Jade had applied to a few companies — including mine — for a job in San Francisco, and was here for interviews. As I had done for Maurice, I was only too happy to provide accommodation and food while she tried to make a go of it.
“I hope six months won’t be too much of an imposition,” Maurice had said. “She will find her place and move out as soon as she finds a job, so it could be just a few days too.”
“It’s not a problem at all Maurice,” I had said. “I live alone and company is always welcome. It’s no imposition at all. She can stay as long as she needs to find a job.”
Now, seeing her walk in front of me, I found myself mentally undressing her, imagining the colour and size of her nipples, wondering whether her pussy was shaved, hairy or if she liked to keep her pubic hair trimmed.
I was hoping it would take as much of the six months as possible, to give me time to seduce and enjoy this beauty.
At the same time, I was scolding myself for thinking about sex with a troubled girl with a scarred past, nearly half my age.
The last thing I wanted to do was leave even more scars or break her spirit completely.
By the time we reached the car, I had decided to keep my hormones in check and do whatever I could to help this girl find her feet and start life afresh.
She had been at my place for close to a week now. Nothing happened the first few days after she landed — that is, if you don’t count me sneaking glances down her cleavage, or up her thighs whenever her dress rode high.
As much as I wanted her, I had kept my distance and given her both space and privacy. After breakfast together, I would head off to office and Jade would go to her interviews.
Whoever returned first would cook dinner and we made it a point to eat together. It became the occasion for conversation. After a couple awkward days, Jade opened up and vented about her childhood.
Her father was almost never there. Maurice was a hard disciplinarian when it suited her and didn’t care what her daughter did at other times.
“Mom has been cheating on dad for as long as I can remember,” Jade said.
“Half the town must have fucked her over the years. She even took money from the men who spent nights in dad’s bed…
“Four of her ex-lovers raped me on my 18th birthday. Dad was driving and wasn’t expected back for two weeks. One of mom’s lovers called saying his wife was away for a week and mom decided to keep his bed warm in exchange for a new dress and groceries. Less than half an hour after she left, these four old men knocked on the door…
‘Mom’s not home,’ I said seeing them.
‘That’s ok child,’ one of them replied, ‘we came by to see you. Happy 18th birthday he said, while the other extended a gift-wrapped box.’
“I smiled at their thoughtfulness and invited them in — it was the polite thing to do, but also my worst mistake…
“Once in, they closed and locked the door behind them and attacked me. Even though they were old, they were tough farmers and too strong for me.
“One of them held me down while the other fucked my virgin pussy for close to half an hour.
“Once he emptied himself inside my pussy, the other old man fucked and came in my ass.
“Then they took a break, fondling, licking and sucking my naked body till they were ready to fuck me again.
“They made me suck them to hardness and then fucked me together, one in my pussy and the other in my ass…
“They fucked me at will throughout the week that mom was enjoying herself with her lover. These men who were old enough to be my grandfathers destroyed any self-respect I had. They violated me in every way imaginable.
“They didn’t care about protection and I was lucky to not get pregnant after a week of taking load after load of their filthy cum in me. I had hated my mom for cheating on my dad, but that week was the last straw.
“Mom refused to even consider the possibility that her daughter had been gang raped for a whole week. She called me a slut seducing her men and whatever shred of relationship was left between us ended when she virtually disowned the abuse her daughter had endured.
“Life has been a downhill ride since then. I am not proud of my choices, but at least some of the blame for the mess my life is lies on mom.
“I moved out with the first guy who asked to marry me — just to get away from mom.
“He turned out to be a monster who abused me emotionally, physically and destroyed my identity.
“His way of repaying gambling debts was to let the owner of the casino use me for a week, while he spent time with one of his many girlfriends.
“The only silver lining to that arrangement was that the casino owner was a sensitive and considerate man and a skilled lover.
“While I knew I was being used for my body, it was the most enjoyable times I had sexually. The orgasms he gave me, no other man has been able to. He figured out pretty soon that I love being eaten and made sure he ate me to at least one orgasm whenever he fucked me.
“My husband outdid himself when he got into drugs. Within months he was so hooked that he started spending money we needed to run the house on drugs. We were behind on rent, our electricity was cut off numerous times. The casino owner became a regular in my bed, fucking me 4-5 nights in a week in exchange for money that I needed to run the house. But the worst was yet to come.
“I had to relive the horror of getting raped by my mom’s lovers. He was so desperate for drug money that he sold me to his drug dealers. Twenty of those thugs had me imprisoned in a room and used me as a cum dump for close to a month taking me every day and every night at will — sometimes one by one, sometimes as a group. I missed my period and knew one of them had impregnated me.
My husband dumped me for getting pregnant by someone else — like I had a choice in the matter and had cheated on him willingly. I don’t even know who the father of my child is. That’s how pathetic I am.
She was washing dishes after dinner one night while I was putting the washed dishes away. I could’t help gawking at how her breasts moved. They were straining to be freed from the dress she was wearing and I could actually see the edges of her areola at the edge of her neckline.
“You like fat girls?” she asked when she saw me staring, noticing the little tent in my tracks created by an erection I couldn’t hide.
“You are not fat Jade,” I replied, “you’re beautiful!”
“Oh stop it!” she said, “I know I was never really a skinny girl I have been called fat right through school. And I also know, I have put on even more weight since the baby.”
“That just means there’s more of you to love.” I said. Jade stopped and stared at me for a few seconds, her expression unreadable.
“You know,” she finally replied, “that’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in years.”
I don’t know who made the first move or exactly how an emotional moment turned erotic, but the next thing I know, we were kissing hungrily, her soapy hands running through my hair while I pulled the spaghetti strap of her dress off her shoulder, freeing her gorgeous breasts.
“You aren’t like other men,” she said when we finally broke the kiss.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been here for a while now, and not once have you made an indecent comment or a pass or tried to grope or take advantage of me in any way. I can’t think of one other person I know who wouldn’t have taken advantage of me by now.”
“I wouldn’t do that to anyone, Jade.”
“That’s what makes you different,” she said, “I don’t feel like a chunk of meat about to be pounded like I do with others.”
“No you aren’t meat to be pounded,” I said, my fingers circling the areola of one naked breast and pinching the nipple gently, “you are a woman to be celebrated…if you want to be celebrated.”
“Celebrate me,” she said kissing me passionately.
Lifting her and making her sit on the kitchen counter, I spread her legs and kissed the inside of one thigh from knee to her panties and repeated the same with the other.
She was tense at first but her body slowly relaxed as she started enjoying the kisses and licks.
Finally, grabbing my hair, she guided me to her pussy.
I licked, kissed and rubbed her over her panties.
Within a few minutes, her panties were soaking with a combination of her wetness and my saliva.
She was tense at first, but soon relaxed and started moaning with pleasure.
After close to ten minutes of eating her over her panties, I pulled them down and tossed them on the floor.
She got off the kitchen counter and put one leg on a dining chair.
Taking the hint, I got on my knees and under her dress.
“Oh God yes!” she moaned as I ate her, devouring her fluids.
Soon she started moving her hips, guiding my lips and tongue to places she wanted me, inching closer and closer to an orgasm. It came when I bit her clitoris gently.
She shook, screamed and came, gushing in my mouth. I devoured her cum right from her pussy, making her orgasm last a full two minutes.
Once her orgasm passed, I led her to the bedroom, both of us stripping each other along the way.
I got on the bed and invited her to get on top.
She obliged and sat on my face, feeding me her pussy again. After her second orgasm, I lay her down on her back.
Spreading her legs, I went back to eating her, but this time also slid two fingers in her hole.
For the next hour, I ate her hungrily through two more orgasms.
“Stop!!! FUCKKKK!!!! I will die.” she moaned panting after her fourth orgasm.
“No you won’t,” I replied, “besides, you are so delicious, I could just keep eating you day and night.”
“You say the nicest things to a woman you know?” she said panting heavily, “but don’t you want to fuck me?”
“This isn’t about me,” I said taking my mouth off her pussy but continuing to drill her with my fingers, “this is about you. I want you to feel like a woman. I want you to know that your happiness matters. I want you to enjoy this as long as you want.”
“I want to enjoy you inside me,” she replied, “so fuck me already!”
“Well, your wish is my command,” I said, making her giggle as I spread her legs.
“Favorite position?” I asked rubbing my pole against her opening, lubricating it, “How you d like it best?”
“You know, nobody has asked me that ever.” She said, reaching down to stroke my hardness and rubbing it against her pussy. “They just take me the way they like it, like what I want doesn’t count.”
“Well, it does,” I said.
“Can I be on top?” she asked tentatively.
“I’d like that,” I said rolling off her and lying on my back, “you are in control girl, whatever you want goes.”
She climbed on top of me and guided my hardness to her opening.
“Oh god, oh god, oh my freakin’ god,” she kept mumbling as inch after inch of my shaft entered her. After nearly a minute, she was sitting on my hip, my shaft buried to the hilt inside her.
“Oh Fuck!” she exclaimed, feeling my cock in places she didn’t know existed inside her. She just sat like that for over a minute, eyes closed and lips pursed feeling me inside her before she started moving slowly up and down.
She rode me for close to ten minutes, picking up pace gradually till she was bouncing hard and fast, my shaft drilling her hard and deep.
“yes, yes, yes….” she cried each time I drove into her.
“I’m cumming, oh fucking God, I’m cumming,” she screamed finally shaking violently as another orgasm rocked her.
Not waiting for it to pass, I turned her around on her back and mounted her, drilling her hard and fast, making her orgasm last.
She was screaming with pleasure as wave after wave shook her with every thrust of my hardness in her.
“Cum in me, please cum in me NOWWWWWWWW!” she screamed as another wave of her orgasm shook her, making her pussy muscles contract and grip my cock hard.
I exploded inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum for close to a minute before I was completely drained.
“Did you fuck mom when she was here?” Jade asked after a while, taking me by surprise.
We were cuddled together and had kissed passionately after I had emptied myself in her. I was sucking one hard nipple lovingly when she surprised me with the question.
“Yes,” I replied, getting on my elbows and looking down at her beautiful flushed face. “but what does a guy do when a woman walks into his bedroom stark naked?”
“You don’t have to explain,” she said stopping me, “I would’t have believed you if you had said no. I know my mom. She’s a gold digger. Whatever she told you, I know she came here trying to bait you. Me coming here was her idea. She wanted me to seduce you into marrying me for a green card.”
“I am not going to marry you Jade…” I said.
“I don’t want you to either,” she said interrupting me, “I was just saying that it was her idea. When I came here, I had no intention of getting in bed with you. I had intended to walk out and call the cops on you if you made any moves on me.”
“So go ahead, call the cops,” I said angrily, getting off her and moving to the edge of the bed, lighting a cigarette.
“No, it’s not like that,” she said, sitting up, “that’s what my plan was when I boarded the plane to come here. I knew you were turned on the way you looked at me at the airport. A girl can tell. But back then, I saw you as a horny man evaluating me like meat to pound. But you’ve been nothing but a gentleman. What happened today wasn’t planned. It just happened. And I am glad it did. It told me men can be nice too. It told me sex can be beautiful.”
“But I am not looking for a relationship Jade,” I said, “this shouldn’t have happened, though I have to say I have wanted you from the moment I saw you at the airport. But not like meat to pound. I wanted you like a woman to enjoy. That said, I am not looking for a relationship.”
“I believe you,” she said, “I might not have believed it coming from anyone else, but the little I have got to know you these past few days, I believe you. I don’t want a relationship either. I am still carrying scars of so many failed relationship attempts. I am seeking freedom. From the past, from home, from mom, from my scars, from my fears. And today, I felt free. I felt loved, I felt filled…no thanks to your monster cock!” and she giggled.
“You’re beautiful Jade,” I said honestly, “some day, you will make a wonderful wife to a very lucky man. But that man isn’t me. You are welcome to stay here till you find a job or a boyfriend — whichever comes first. And I will gladly do anything I can to help you get free from the scars of the past.”
“But you won’t do this again?” she asked, not sure what to make of what I had just said.
“Not sure it is the best thing for you right now Jade.” I said.
“Did you even hear what I just said? I felt free. You didn’t just fuck me, you know. You set my inhibitions free. You put to rest my self-doubts. You made me feel loved as a woman, not just fucked.”
“Thank you.”
“And you are fucking mind blowing — the best fuck of my life,” she said laughing.
“Thank you again,” I said laughing with her.
“So fuck me again,” she said, reaching out and putting a hand on my shoulder, “please.”
I fucked her four more times that night.
Each time, the hunger and need was greater than the previous time.
Each time lasted longer than the previous.
It was morning before we both fell asleep, thankful that it was Saturday and I didn’t have to go to work.
We fucked again when we showered together and I fucked her again while she cooked breakfast.
We stayed in bed the entire weekend. She wanted me to fill her every hole. She said it was therapy.
It was like I would be cleaning her of the residue of every violation she had to endure in the past.
She first sucked my cock till I came in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could. Then, she made me fuck her ass and finally, she made me cum all over her body.
Two days after the first night we spent in bed together, she challenged me when I said I could eat her all night and that’s precisely what I did. From around 10 pm till around 5 am I ate her to six orgasms before she conceded defeat and begged me to fuck her — which I was only to glad to.
Coincidently, Jade got a job as a front office executive in a law firm the very next week. The pay was good and we celebrated her new job in bed.
I ate her to three orgasms over two hours first and only stopped reluctantly when she said she wanted my cock. I could just keep eating her.
She made me cream her pussy thrice after swallowing me the first time.
“So, you planning to move into a place of your own?” I asked her as we lay cuddled afterwards.
“I can, if you want me to,” she replied, “the pay is good and I can move out within a month.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” I said, “I knew you came here to find yourself and if you want to strike it out on your own at your own place, that’s fine.”
“I’d like to stay, if that’s ok with you,” She said kissing me passionately, “I feel loved here and I think I am addicted to both the way you eat me and the monster between your legs.”
“Here’s the deal Jade,” I said, “I want you to find yourself, and you are welcome to stay here as long as you want to. But we aren’t in a relationship. I want you to some day find Mr Right. And you can move out when you do…deal?”
“Deal!” she said throwing her arms around me, “but you know what?”
“What?”
“What you just said, was such a turn-on, I wonder if you are ready for some action.” she said reaching down for my cock, “Oh my! You sure are!!!” she squealed feeling how hard I was. .
I fucked her slow and gentle — enjoying her body, kissing and sucking her boobs, kissing her mouth hungrily — for about 30 minutes before we both came at about the same time.
When I was spent, she sucked my cock till it was hard again. “I love it how you can get hard so fast,” she said giggling.
“With someone as wonderful as you, how can a man not be perpetually hard?” I said.
“Ten days ago, I would have thought that was a cheesy pick up line for a fat girl. Today I believe you.”
“You aren’t fat Jade,”
“I know….just a lot of me to love,” she said giggling, “now shut up and fuck me”.
Jade stayed at my place for nearly seven months before she moved in with her new boyfriend. Before she moved, she thanked me for setting her free.
When she moved in, she was a defeated woman who saw herself as prey for predatory men. When she moved out, she had transformed into a confident woman, comfortable in her skin and with her curves. She had learned to laugh without any dark sadness showing through.
One year later, the two of them got married. Today, the couple lives happily with their twin sons and her daughter from her first marriage. And by arrangement with her husband, she spends a month every year with me.
A month we spend fucking without any inhibition. She just comes over without any bags. She stays naked for the most part, or puts on one of my oversized shirts.
It’s a month where I enjoy her body that just gets sexier by the month and now that she’s lactating, it adds an even more erotic dimension to the sex between us.
She calls it her “liberation month”. A month that celebrates her liberation from a painful past. She says she looks forward to the month when, to quote her, “I relive the best fucking days of my life…literally.”
THE END
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