Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (11 page)

“I see you haven’t been broken in good yet. Not like you’re
about
to be. I was young and didn’t know what to do myself at one time.”

Beverly closed her eyes and held on tight for the ride, feeling the pain and the pleasure of his stroke. Her lack of control over the power of his thrusts forced her to trust his every move. She would trust it or fear it.

Oh my God, he’s too much for me!
she told herself. David was a grown-ass
man, who understood exactly how to bring the heat on a woman. But Beverly was barely a woman. She had only turned legal to drink three months ago. But it was too late to turn back. She had to take it until her young body could adapt.

Fortunately, David took it easy on her and decided to work her edges. And little by little, he slid farther inside until she could take him all.

“You okay?” he asked her.

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed. She began to relax and enjoy his diligent handiwork. She even enjoyed his alcohol-laced breath as he breathed into her face. It let her know that she was really there with a man, and that she was not dreaming it.

Once Beverly began to feel comfortable, David gradually increased the pressure of his stroke.

“You still okay?” he asked her again in the middle of her pleasure.

“Yeeaahh,” she squealed.

So the man began to put it on her stronger, creating a steady ruffling of the bed sheets until she reacted with whimpers of bliss to his every thrust.

“
Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm….
” she moaned steadily.

David leaned into her right ear and asked, “You ever came good and strong before?”

“Unh-hunnnh,” she hummed.

“I mean
strong?
” he asked her with an extra quick and deep thrust. ”

“
Unnhh!
” she reacted to it sharply.

“I’m ready to take you there.” He shortened the intervals of his strokes. Beverly responded immediately with the sweet noise of affirmation.

“
Ooooh, euuuw, euuw, unnnhhh…
”

“You feel it coming now?”

“
Mmm-hmmm, mmmm-hmmmmm,
” she…moaned.

The experienced man held his spot of quick, deep thrusts until she howled, trembled and clawed with the full animation of a gigantic orgasm.

“
UUNNNHHHHH….!
”

Oh yeaaahhh!
David hummed to himself, smiling.
Now I got her.

Her release was so strong and reckless that he had to secure her crawling hands with his own to stop her from scratching his back. And after the young woman had exploded into the heat, instead of relaxing to allow her to cool
off, the experienced man returned the deep pressure to her wide open spot.

“You’re not done yet,” he told her with another deep thrust. “Mmmt-mmm,” he hummed into her ear.

Beverly squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated to feel the rise of a second explosion within her body. David wasn’t even there anymore. He had disappeared into nothingness. All she could feel now was her young pussy throbbing like it had never throbbed before, and opening up to a new dimension of satisfaction. She couldn’t even hear herself moan anymore. She was numb with euphoria.

OH MY GODDD! WHAT IS THISSS?
she asked the heavens. And the heavens answered her with a second monstrous release that was looser than the first one. At that point she was blown away physically and mentally. But the man wouldn’t stop to let her recuperate. He had found her spot and continued to work it to oblivion.

“You want another one?” he asked.

She couldn’t even answer him legibly. “
Euuuuuwww.
”

David went on about his business until he could feel his own climax rising. That’s when his thrusts began to break from the steady rhythm he had established. His masterful stroke began to sputter like a broken-down car.

Realizing that he had likely reached the end of his road, Beverly squeezed him into her to steady his sputtering movements.

“Here it come. Here it come,” he told her. “You ready? You ready?” he added in his desperate double-talk.

“Mmmm
-hmmmm,
” Beverly moaned.

“
Euuuuuuw-wuu-wuuu,
” David squealed to her as he came. His hard, fully immersed dick pulsated inside of her loose pussy so vibrantly that it opened her up to an amazing
third
orgasm, causing her legs to quiver under his dead weight, like spaghetti blowing in the wind.

I don’t BELIEVE THIS!
she exclaimed.
Three times!

She had not even cum
twice
in the same
night
before, let alone
three times
in the same incredible fuck. And the orgasms she did have with her college-aged boyfriend had not been
half
as strong.

Finally they relaxed, with David’s full weight falling out across her body, drained, as he breathed heavily.

So what happens now?
Beverly asked herself. She lay there under her boss’s
weight and contemplated their future together, if any. She was very doubtful of it. How could she imagine keeping such a well-respected and married older man who could fuck so well? He was bound to have many other women, including C.J. Beverly was now certain of it. However, the only certainty she expected of their own relationship was that she would be there for him whenever he wanted her to be.

Whenever he wants me,
she convinced herself.

“So are you gonna run for mayor?” she asked him again, of all things.

David chuckled, with his exhausted body rumbling into hers across the bed. He gingerly released his limp, condom-covered cock from her satisfied hole and rolled over on his back beside her. Naturally, Beverly rolled to her right to face him.

“Of all the things to think about, you ask me about that. Did you hear what I told everyone else tonight?”

“I heard you put everyone on
pause,
if that’s what you mean,” she answered. “But you can give me a
real
answer.”

“Oh, only you, hunh?”

“Yeah,” she answered confidently. “I’m dedicated, remember? You don’t know that yet?”

David paused and smiled. He had gotten used to the loyalty. People were volunteering their services to him left and right now, including women of all ages. And he was in a good place in his life for an ambitious man.

He finally answered, “You know…I don’t know how much of my privacy I could stand to give up for that. And that’s my most direct answer.”

Beverly understood him now. He still wanted to eat his cake, undisturbed by the issues of morality that a run for public office would be sure to uncover. And if he actually won the office of mayor in Birmingham, which he was favored to do, his bar of perfection would rise even higher.

Nevertheless, Beverly asked, “Is that your only reason not to run? Maybe you can still have what you want on the side.”

She figured if everyone else would become a risk to him, he could still count on her to be in his corner to lean on, or to lean
in,
if he wanted.

David looked down into her eyes, as she faced him with all of her sincerity, and he nodded.

“I appreciate that,” he told her. “That’s what I liked about you from day
one. You have some people who work for you to benefit themselves, but then you have others who work to benefit the team.”

“So, you have to pick the right people then,” she advised him.

Then his cell phone lit up from the nightstand on the right, where he had placed it earlier. David had set the phone on mute, but the screen continued to light up whenever new calls or texts came in.

“Are you gonna get that?” Beverly asked him curiously. She was interested to see how he would treat her now that their first round of fucking had been accomplished. Would she be marched straight to the back of the bus, or would he let her sit comfortably up front as a new priority, or at least while she was still a game rookie?

David picked up his phone to read the screen and paused. Without looking at her, he said, “You can enjoy this room for the night and order breakfast in the morning, if you want, but I’ll have to get up and leave in a few. Now imagine how much worse it would be if I was the mayor.”

Beverly figured that making any complaint about his announcement of desertion would be in vain. She had made her bed, and she was now forced to accept the only option of sleeping in it…
alone.

“What if I get cold again?” she cracked.

David looked down at her and chuckled a second time. The girl had a clever sense of humor. “You have the thermostat on the wall for the room temperature, plenty of covers and quilts, and plenty of pillows to block out any breeze.”

“But the bed is all wet now,” she whined.

David shook his head and climbed out of bed with his cell phone in hand, and he headed for the master bath. “You got enough sheets to cover it with.”

Once he stepped inside the bathroom, he set his cell phone down on the marble sink, discarded his condom into the toilet, flushed it, washed himself up at the sink, and made a return phone call to his wife.

“Yeah, I’m heading back home now,” he told her.

His wife paused over the line and considered his answer. What was the sense in causing a stir over the phone if he was already on his way back where she could express herself in person. “I’ll see you then.”

David then called his secretary, C.J., who had made several missed calls
to him during the past hour. “I’m heading on in for home,” he told her.

“Well, how come you didn’t answer my calls?”

“I wasn’t in a position to. And I didn’t look at it.”

She pouted, “Damn, you just…fucked up my night. I thought you said you were gonna call me.”

“You know I’ll make it up to you eventually. But it’s another early rise and shine tomorrow, so get your rest.”

“Yeah, that’s easy for
you
to say. But I’m the one who’s all
pent up
over here.”

David was not in the place, nor did he have the time to continue a long-winded conversation with her, so he decided to cut things short.

“Get your rest, I’m gone,” he told her with finality.

Beverly had not heard all of his conversations on the phone, but she already knew enough about the man to know that he would never be hers alone. There was no sense even being upset about it or having a tantrum, although she wanted to respond in some way. But small jeers of sarcasm were all that she could muster against him, knowing full well that she wanted to lie down and experience his stroke again in the very near future. She wanted to cum hard again,
three more times,
to see if it had only been a fluke, a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. So she forced herself to relax and enjoy the spoils of the evening inside the comfortable bed. And it was big enough to roll away to one side and cover up their wet spots of passion.

By the time David had returned to the room, refreshed, and began to gather his clothes, the young college intern had accepted her fate. She would continue to ride out a relationship with him for as long as she could sanely endure it, and then she would move on.

“You all right over there?” he asked her as he redressed.

Beverly nodded and mumbled, “Yeah.” She had not budged from the comfortable bed and did not intend to until morning.

“So…I’ll see you back at the office then. Will you be able to get up in the morning and make it?” he teased.

She smiled. “Will you?”

“Oh yeah, business is business. The show doesn’t stop for me.”

“Well…it doesn’t stop for me either,” she boasted back.

When David left her there at the Marriott, Beverly took a deep breath, curled up with the pillows on the bed, closed her eyes, and swallowed the full reality of her decisions like a big girl.

Then she smiled in her lingering thoughts, with her eyes still closed.
So I actually fucked Mr. David Butler Sr.,
she mused.
And if he decides to run for mayor and wins, then I can say I fucked the mayor of Birmingham.

Those were her divergent thoughts as she fell asleep that night. And if no one had ever found out or could prove that she and Mr. David Butler Sr. had engaged in a sexual relationship, then she would never tell anyone voluntarily or otherwise. Because she considered it her private business. And it would remain that way.

Dinng-duunnng!

The apartment doorbell rang while Samuel Douglass was taking a serious dunp inside the bathroom.

“Shit. When that girl says she’ll be right over, she damn sure means it,” he mumbled.

Dinng-duunnng!

“Damn, the girl is impatient, too.” He thought of calling her on his cell phone and telling her to wait a minute, but he didn’t have his phone inside the bathroom.

If she leaves, I’ll have to call her back once I get out of here,
he told himself.

When he was done with his business, he sprayed the place, clicked on the bathroom fan, and shut the door. Then he gathered his cell phone to ring back his mid-afternoon visitor.

“Hello,” she answered her cell phone.

“Yeah, you caught me inside the john,” he told her. “Where are you now?”

She giggled, imagining the older man on the toilet. “I’m back in my car.”

Samuel paused. “You leaving or you coming back?” He didn’t want to seem too pressed about her visiting his new Charlotte apartment to help him unpack his things.

“Umm, I’ll come back. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Samuel went and opened his apartment door for her before she arrived. A minute really meant a minute in her book. So he opened his front door wide and listened to her ascend the two flights of stairs before she reached him on the third.

“It’s good exercise, ain’t it?” he asked her, grinning. “That’s how I plan to keep my legs and body young. Every little bit counts.”

Candice Burton grinned with double dimples, straight white teeth, wild wavy hair, and smooth, caramel skin, wearing a peach summer dress and gold, wire-rimmed glasses. She was a bit on the healthy side body-wise, with plenty of firm handles to hold on to.

“You don’t look that old,” she gushed. And he didn’t. Samuel had the gift of youth. Well within his fifties, the man could still pass for late thirty-something. Originally from Cincinnati, Ohio, he was a bank loan officer, who liked to dress young, with oversized blue jeans, sports jerseys and a various array of hats.