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  Do it to me Sir

  by

  Stacie Supple

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  Chapter 1

  The sky was clear and the park was nearly deserted except for a group of skaters tearing it up in the parking lot, a couple of new moms pushing strollers down the curved sidewalk, and the old guy that sat on the bench at the far end. I kept my eye on him. Not that he was creepy. No not creepy at all. He was the nicest man I had ever come in contact with. He nodded or said hello to everyone that walked past him.

  I had skated by him a number of times, and every time he greeted me with a warm smile. A couple of times I slowed down and he asked me how things were going. I flipped up the end of my skateboard and chatted with him briefly, but I made a lame excuse that I had to get to the store and grab some milk for my mom. I said she was waiting for me. I felt like such a douche bag after that.

  Shit. My mom left me on my grandma's doorstep when I was three, so she could go to a party. She never came back for me. And nobody could even tell me who my Dad was. Grandma said my mom was involved with "too many men to count!" I know my name Jessica was the top name for females born in 1995. My mom, the stoner bitch, couldn't come up with anything original. I go by Jess though; I consider myself a tomboy with a young woman's body that is built to love. I'm five foot two, have perky titties, and a pussy that can purr six ways till Sunday if a guy knows what he's doing. Only one guy ever made it purr. Austin. He was a 32 year old guy that had his way with me but then moved to Denver the very next fucking day. I couldn't believe it..

  I know. I know. Young pretty girl like me shouldn't be screwing around with boys. That's what my grandma always tells me. I always knew I didn't want to end up with a prick, but then before I finished high school, the hormones kicked in and I could never have enough sex.

  I hang out with the skater crowd mostly. And I've been with all the guys in the crew. I do what it takes, and they always get their rocks off, but me. I don't get shit in return. Girls get a version of blue balls just like guys. It's just that girls don't have balls. Or at least most of us don't.

  I tried it with a girl once, but that just wasn't my thing. There are a couple of lesbo chicks in our gang, but they're cool and know how I feel so they don't try me.

  And, of course, there are more pricks than decent guys, so, I am left with kind of a dilemma. I either put up with the pricks in order to get some sexual satisfaction, to kinda take the edge off being horny, or I'm just horny as hell.

  Now I know guys are visual and some chicks are too. I'm somewhat visual, but I've got a great imagination and I was working it this particular day as I skated toward the old guy on the bench for the third time that morning.

  He was sipping coffee. Black. Drinking it from a Styrofoam cup. His skin was about the same shade of dark brown that his coffee was. A rich brown. He wore a Viet Nam Navy veteran's ball cap. He nodded and smiled for the third time.

  I lost my nerve and skated past him but quickly regained it, stopped about 10 yards from him, did a kick-flip and rode goofy foot back to him. When I was directly in front of him I stopped, popped the nose of my long board up and caught it, then flopped on the bench next to him in one smooth movement.

  Chapter 2

  "You know, the first time I saw you, I thought you some kind of old perv scopin' out the local talent," I said.

  "Really?" the man said as he took another sip of coffee.

  "Yeah, you know those mirrored sunglasses. A little creepy," I said adding, "But you seem like a nice man."

  "Is that so? he said. "Well I'm so glad you give your approval."

  I smiled.

  "So I see you were in a war. What's your name sir?" I asked him politely.

  "Vincent. But you can call me Vince. No need to call me sir," he said. “I had enough of that in the Navy to last me a lifetime.”

  We sat there in silence for quite some time. Vince finished his coffee. We watched the wannabes trying to do tricks on their skateboards, crashing and busting their asses. We both laughed.

  "Your pretty good on that thing you got there," Vince said eying my skateboard.

  "Why thank you sir," I said with a grin and a nod.

  Vince gave me a hard look.

  "Oops. I forgot. It's just that you're older," I said. "How old are you?"

  “Fifty-seven," he said.

  "Are you married?" I asked.

  "Are you looking for a husband?" he quickly retorted.

  "Aha," I laughed and then said "Maybe a man."

  "How old are you?" Vince asked, his eyes dancing.

  "Old enough to know a real man when I see one," I said as I reached over and put my hand on his muscular thigh. Vince was in excellent physical shape. He didn't look a day over 45.

  "And exactly how old is that?" Vince quickly asked.

  "Nineteen to be exact," I said.

  "Hmmm," Vince pointed over at two uniformed cops walking towards the skateboarders. "Keep this up," he said putting his hand on top of mine, "and you will have them thinking I'm a pervert."

  Vince was funny, and I was turned on more and more by him as we sat beside each other. Hours of conversation later, I began to appreciate his quicksilver mind and sense of honor. He was a true gentleman. I sensed he would be a good lover; that made me hornier by the minute.

  * * *

  "Are you married?" I asked holding up his left hand with my right while twisting a band on his wedding finger.

  "Used to be," Vince said calmly.

  "What happened? Did she leave you or did you leave her? I asked boldly. "I bet she left you, right?"

  "What's with the twenty questions today?" Vince said with a laugh. He sounded more irritated than amused though.

  "Just curious. Trying to find me a handsome, available man," I said sensually. I grabbed his chin with my hand and pulled his face towards mine. "Do you wanna kiss me?" I. puckered up.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled it from my face. "Are you attention starved or what?" Vince asked. He really seemed irritated now. I figured I touched on a nerve when I asked about his wife, and I did.

  "I haven't been with a woman in more than 10 years," Vince said. "Ever since my wife died," he continued looking me straight in the eye.

  I felt terrible, but I also felt that I could help Vince with his sorrow, so I dropped my board to the ground and wrapped both my arms around him. I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Oh, I am so sorry Vince. I am here for you. There is a reason I stopped and sat down here today.

  "And what reason is that?" Vince responded gruffly and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

  "I gotta go to the bathroom. Come walk with me," I said.

  Vince stood up, I grabbed my board and grabbed Vince's hand with my empty hand and began walking to the bathrooms. The men's and women's rooms were clearly marked and I stopped right outside the men's room.

  "Want me to hold your board while you use the restroom?" Vince asked politely.

  "No Vince. I'll keep my board with me. Know what I do want you to do though?" I said looking up at him, my eyes sparklin
g.

  "I haven't a clue Jess," he said shrugging his shoulders.

  I looked around the park. The skaters had moved on after the cops went over to them. There were no mothers pushing baby strollers. The park was completely devoid of other people.

  I grabbed Vince's hand and said, "Come with me, and I'll show you!" Before Vince could object, I pulled him into the men's room.

  Chapter 3

  Inside, I put my hand on his crotch and bent toward his ear. "I want you," I whispered.

  He stared at me; his mouth hung open.

  What I was doing was taboo, and I had a gut feeling that Vince, after no sex wouldn't be able to resist, despite the gentleman he was.

  I was young; he was old. I was white; he was black. We were in a public bathroom in a public park. Anyone could walk in. I knew that was part of the appeal. The bathroom was grimy and smelled.

  I leaned in and kissed him hard as my hands reached down to undo Vince's pants. His own hands slipped inside my overall bib to fondle my breasts. I didn't wear underwear today in anticipation of this. He let out a small moan past my lips as my nipples hardened. His pants slipped down and I dropped to my knees. His cock was enormous and semi-hard as I took it in my mouth.

  Vince shuddered and twitched, I thought he would lose control. He moved his feet apart to steady himself and leaned up against the counter that held the sink. The counter had all kinds of graffiti scrawled on it, and I wondered for a fleeting moment if Vince might see my name and number written there preceded by "For a good time." What did it matter?

  I had Vince now, right where I wanted him. I tasted his precum as I moved my mouth down the full length of his shaft. I gagged and pulled up a little allowing my teeth to gentle scrape the side of his thick black cock. I became so engrossed in sucking him that he almost came, but he maintained control as he held my head in place.

  My pussy was throbbing, and I was amazed at his staying power. His cock was monstrous and I gagged every time I tried to take him all in. I was ready to have his cock in me, ready to beg him to fuck me. My cutoff overalls must've been soaked, and I'm sure Vince could smell my pussy. I could smell my pussy.

  I heard footsteps outside, then the women's bathroom door open. The walls were paper thin. I looked up at Vince with my steel gray eyes. He looked down at me and smiled. I slowed down and tried to smile back, but his huge cock in my mouth made it difficult.

  The toilet flushed next door, and the door opened and closed, and footsteps faded into the distance.

  I swallowed Vince's dick again, and again, I gagged. He pushed my head backward and pulled his cock from my hungry mouth.

  "I want to feel you deep inside me Vince," I said as I dropped my soaked overalls to the ground beside my board.

  He was wild with desire when I wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned and set me down on the scrawled up counter-top and plunged his cock deep into my hot, wet pussy.

  "Fuck me Vince!" I said as I dug my nails into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. I leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue probing his mouth. He welcomed my tongue as he pushed his cock deep into my tight hole.

  I tossed my head back and moaned. He pulled out slowly until only his head remained in my pussy. I knew he had stretched me good. He then pushed his dick with all his might deep in me and felt him hit my g-spot. Each time he slammed his cock into my pussy it brought me that much closer to an orgasm.

  He grabbed my breasts as his mouth moved toward my neck. He kissed my neck tenderly as his fingers pinched my nipple cruelly. He smelled musky and all my senses were in high gear.

  The combination of sensations brought me to orgasm finally, an orgasm like I had never experienced before. I screamed with ecstasy as I felt his hot semen fill my pussy, spilling out from the sheer volume and running down over my asshole.

  He continue to pump his cock which was harder than ever, his head swollen like a cue ball inside me. I felt another surge and more of his cum filled me and spilled out along with my own juices. I looked down at his big black cock glistening with our juices as it slid in and out of my pink lips that protruded from my lily white skin. The sight was enough to send me into another fantastic orgasm.

  This time I felt my own juices squirting against Vince's cock. He pumped a couple more times then collapsed against my chest. He kissed me passionately once more before removing his cock.

  Vince lifted me up off the counter, and smiled at me. We heard footsteps on the sidewalk coming closer.

  I quickly went pee, and with toilet paper wiped the sticky goo from between my legs. I put on my cutoff overalls while I was in the stall. When I came out, Vince was dressed and holding my long-board for me.

  I looked up at Vince and said, "Thank you sir."

  "Ha ha," he laughed. Then he put his hands on my waist and said, "I'd like to see you again. Somewhere, other than a public restroom."

  I smiled at him and grabbed his hand. From my pocket, I produced a pen and scribbled my number on his palm. Then I kissed it and said, "Call me."

  We looked down at the counter. There was a pool of cum, both his and mine, just under where my pussy had received a good fucking.

  "We should clean that up," Vince said reaching for a paper towel.

  I looked down and saw that the pool of Vince's semen and my juices intermingled had meandered into the grooves graffiti carved on the counter with a knife.

  It read: FOR A GOOD TIME CALL JESSICA 415-669-0850

  I pushed him towards the door and said, "No. It makes the bathroom smell much better!

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  About the Author

  Stacie Supple is a thirty something writer of prime time Erotica. Supple says sex is a natural expression of one's self, the less inhibited, the better the self esteem, and of course, the better the sex!

  She considers herself a nerd, but adds that nerds have some of the wildest imaginations.

  When Supple lets her imagination run loose it bounds from fetish to fetish. She says that nothing in her sex life is the “norm.” And that's why her writing holds no bounds!

  When Stacie is not having wild passionate sex with a much older man or does not have a sub worshiping her size 7 feet, painting her toenails, licking her soles or sucking on her toes, she is writing her next provocative short story or reading the Wall Street Journal.

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