Recession Blues Ch. 04: Blue Balls

Original story- Stormbringer

Continuation- RogueAlan

I apologize, to fans of Sharon. Her story is nearly ready. But I decided it was not fair to make Ann wait, or you to wait to be able to read of her next exploits. The newborn slut has some discoveries yet to come...

There were questions after Chapter II was published about where Chapter III was... Both were submitted together. And certainly, to new readers, go back and check out Stormbringer's original... and his other works, which are worth the time to enjoy.

And as ever, my appreciation to those who have offered encouragement or admitted anticipation. RP, D, VD, Kpz, SGG, HJ, AK, JR... hope this was worth the too long wait.

Pax, RA

And so...

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Ann smiled, rolling onto her back, and reveled in the echoes of her pleasure. God, she had never climaxed like that. And the way it had felt when Hilary was sucking on her nipples...

Her eyes snapped open. She saw the white painted walls, not the dark olive walls of her bedroom. A small bedroom with a 70's style popcorn ceiling. This was not a dream. The sun was coming in from a widow to her right, not the left side of the room. The bed shifted as someone else moved, and Ann froze. She was afraid to look. She knew without lifting her head to look that she was naked, lying uncovered on the bed. She slid a hand down, cupping her bare sex. Her skin felt rough and dry, but she quickly realized it was just the layer of dried fluids, which flaked off under her fingers. And unlike the last time, Ann remembered what had happened. She remembered fucking Jacen... knew it had not been just a booze fueled dream in the club. He was... amazing.

And somehow, Ann shivered at the reality of it, she had also let Jacen's friend fuck her. And Billy had been amazing, too. And she had done... things with her fellow stripper—more than the teasing and kissing Ann had played at with girl friends in high school and college. At the club the dancers were quick to hug and kiss and tease, so it almost felt natural. And the memory of how good it had felt having Hilary do that to her... Ann kept circling back to the awful truth that she had allowed a second man, and a man she barely knew at that, to fuck her. She relaxed when whoever else was in the bed did not move again.

She looked away from her bedmate. An old style digital clock was turned toward her. She blinked as the time registered: 1211. It was after noon already?! Ann sat up, recognizing that Tom must be worried sick. He would have expected her home before 3 AM. She looked across the bed, praying it was Hilary. Instead, she found Jacen's muscular shoulder, uncovered by the sheet. He was turned away from the light. Ann breathed a sigh of relief that he was still sleeping; she shivered at the errant thought that if he was awake they could fuck again.

She tried to be silent as she sat up, looking for her clothes before letting the sheet drop away from her body. She was relieved that she could leave without a scene, despite the subtle arousal she felt at knowing the big man was laying beside her. She remembered the way he had torn her top off—it was a loss. She tip toed about the room, surprised it was actually quite tidy. Her panties were nowhere to be found. Reluctantly, she padded naked into the hall, pausing at the entrance to the living room. She did not see Hilary or Billy, and guessed the bouncer's home had a second bedroom. She hurried to where her bag and purse sat on the coffee table, embarrassed to be naked in Jacen's living room. She pulled the hoodie and jeans out of the gym bag. She sat on the couch, again embarrassed to be naked, but remembering that Hilary had been rolling around on it just as naked the night before, and by the noise they had made, she and Billy had done more than that on Jacen's couch while she was in the bedroom with the big bouncer.

She pulled her jeans on first, then shrugged into the oversized hoodie, relaxing only when she was clothed. She paused, surprised to find her phone on the table beside her purse. Grabbing it, she retreated to the bathroom, belatedly aware that she needed to pee. She settled onto the toilet after closing the door carefully to be quiet. As she emptied her bladder, she checked her phone, and was amazed that there were no missed calls or worried trending to irate messages from Tom. Instead, there was a single text:

Glad you were there for Hilary. Miss you, babe. See you tonight.

She reread the text, feeling relief that her fellow dancer had thought ahead to call or text Tom that she would not be home, but wondering just what the pretty red head had said. She scrolled back, finding no explanatory text, just a single word Tom had texted while she had been sitting in the front room, 'Babe?' Based on an outgoing phone call from about the time Jacen had led her to the bedroom, Ann guessed Hillary had called Tom. Ann finished, hesitating before flushing the toilet, because she wanted to escape what she had done without seeing any of the others. Collecting her things, the troubled housewife moved into the entryway. She put her hand on the doorknob, then paused in shock; through the can lights to the side of the door she could see the curb at the front of Jacen's house. Or rather, she could see that her car was not out front at the curb. She distinctly remembered Jacen had parked right outside his house the night before.

She staggered back into the living room, wondering how she was going to explain to her husband that while at Hilary's house or apartment her car had been stolen from in front of Jacen's house. She started into the bedroom meaning to wake the big bouncer, then stopped, terrified that waking him would lead to her cheating again. She pulled her phone out of her purse, part of her insisting she should call Tom, admit her mistake, and escape Jacen's home. The truth was obvious, though; Tom would leave her. Ann sank onto the couch, trying to decide what to do.

She did not know how long she sat there, unable to decide what to do. Before she could begin to make a decision, the front door opened, accompanied by a muted double beep from the hallway. Billy and Hillary walked in, giggling together, the dancer holding a box, and Jacen's friend a disposable multiserve coffee pot. Ann leapt to her feet.

"Lookit here, our sexy girl's awake," Billy smiled broadly, ducking under Hilary's attempt to hit him with her purse.

"What am I?" she challenged, as she swung, "Chopped liver?"

"OK, my other sexy girl's awake," Billy relented, fending further swings off by waving the pot, "Hungry, Ann?"

"You have to try these," Hilary enthused before Ann could answer. She set the box on the coffee table. "Lamar's twists are the best donuts anywhere." Ann stood watching as Jacen's friend sauntered back into the kitchen. He returned with four mugs, and a silver sugar container, as well as a can of powdered creamer. He pulled her keys out of his pocket and set them on the coffee table.

"Sorry, but we had to poach some of your money for the food, along with the car." he gestured at Ann's purse.

"Oh that's all right," Ann was still feeling such relief that her car had not been stolen that the audacity of the pair being so forward was almost lost. Even when she did consider how presumptuous the others had been, Ann was not going to make an issue of it, considering what else they had helped themselves to scant hours before. And besides, her tips had been great the night before. "I had a good night last night," she said without thinking about it.

"Mine was better than good," Billy waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "But it's nice to hear you did, too."

"That's not what I," Ann blushed, and stopped, aware that she was immediately aroused. She pressed her thighs tight. Afraid of how she must look, she sat on the couch, "Never mind." She ignored the others' smirks and grabbed one of the donuts... a twist, Hilary had said. She took a bite, trying to deny that her immediate thought had been that the cross between a long john and a cinnamon roll looked decidedly phallic, and was not so much larger than the men she had let use her the night before. She took a dainty bite, not wanting to encourage Billy to say anything. A moment later, though, she took a real bite; she was hungrier than she had realized, and Hilary was right, it was possibly the best pastry she had ever eaten. It was gone before she knew it. When she looked over, Billy was staring at her in seeming shock.

"What?" she giggled, belatedly, "It was really good. And I was hungry." The man she had met less than 24 hours before smiled wolfishly.

"That must be how Jacen knew you'd be such a great cocksucker." Ann felt herself blush again. She hated how easily that happened.

"No. I mean I never had one of those before. I mean..." Hillary was almost rolling on the floor she was laughing so hard at Ann's embarrassed response.

"Wait," Billy managed to stifle his own laughter after several seconds, "Wait... Before you inhaled that, were you telling me you didn't enjoy last night?" The flush of pleasure was so strong that Ann nearly stood, convinced she was peeing herself. Her attention jumped to the others, anxious that they could somehow tell what she was feeling. "Because I've got my reputation, you know," he reached down, 'adjusting' himself suggestively, "If you need another taste..."

Yes! Ann blinked, wondering if she had said it or just thought the fervent affirmation. When he did not unzip, the housewife convinced herself it had only been in her mind. She realized belatedly, though, that she was still staring at his crotch. She grabbed the keys off of the table, reaching for her bags.

"I have to get home," she stammered, "My husband will be going crazy."

"It's OK, Ann," Hilary giggled, "When he texted, I called," she pointed at Ann's phone, "I told him my boyfriend had dumped me and then showed up at the club with his new arm candy, so you and a couple of the others came home with me." Her smile grew, "He laughed when I told him four shots was a couple shots too many." Ann sagged in relief, glad that the other stripper had offered an excuse she could easily remember and something Tom would believe. "He seems to think you can't handle your liquor." Ann just shrugged, not wanting to admit that he was right.

"We don't drink very often, is all," she said after a moment.

"These are good," Billy had started to tear into another donut, "They aren't Jacen's pot brownies, but."

"Wait," Ann rocked back in the seat, "You aren't talking about... Were those brownies...?" Billy nodded.

"Makes for some killer orgasms, don't it?" Ann felt herself nodding, even as she tried to remember... she had not been drinking, but had she gotten high before she and Jacen... She remembered taking a bite of her brownie, but no more, and she had been cumming just a few minutes later. She had only had even smelled weed a few times in high school and college. A stoner friend had smoked around her a few times, but she had never really felt 'high.' She remembered seeing something on television, though, that the high was slower to hit and lasted longer from eating marijuana. She remembered finishing the brownie later...

Ann gritted her teeth, angry that once again her memory might not be reality. And that the memory of the night was so vivid and fresh that she was practically dripping on Jacen's couch, just looking at Billy. "So you're saying that last night was better than 'good'," he said waving half of a twist at her. Ann felt her skin flush.

"It was..." she found herself avoiding his eyes, "It was amazing," she looked up then, and found herself caught by his steady gaze.

"I guess you're not opposed to doing it again sometime." She shook her head, which she was sure triggered a flash of irritation in his eyes.

"No... I'd like that," she stammered. Hilary rose, but Ann could not look away from Billy.

"I need a shower," the other stripper announced, "Is there good water pressure, Ann?"

"Um, yes," Ann licked her, lips, aware that her entire body was buzzing, "But it's just guy soap. Hilary's laugh followed the lithe redhead down the hall. Ann was acutely aware that it was just she and the big man she barely knew; a man her body was ready... anxious to have inside of her again. He had finished the donut and pointedly licked his fingers, never releasing her gaze. Ann jerked upright, fingering the keys in her hand. "I need..."

"That bun was sweet," Billy interrupted, leaning forward, "But it wasn't the sweetest thing I've had here." Ann was frozen, standing just a few feet away, still looking down into Billy's deep brown eyes. "C'mere, little slut." She knew she should leave. She wanted to leave, wanted to be insulted. So why did she take that step, leaving her standing before the confident stranger? She was aware that her body was trembling almost violently. "You don't really want to leave..." his hands slipped up under the loose hoodie, fingers trailing heat along her sides before he cupped her breasts, thumbs finding, then working her erect and aching nipples. Ann moaned her answer.

"No."

"No?" his hands dropped to her sides, "You want to leave?"

"No," Ann bit her lip, barely resisting the urge to open her jeans. What was wrong with her? "I don't want to leave, but I should go." She finished in a rush, then moaned again as he pinched her nipples, then worked them under his thumb once again.

"Doesn't feel like you want to leave," he taunted her, a hand sliding down her flat stomach and easily inside her jeans. The heat of his touch spread over Ann's pelvis. It was awkward with him sitting in front of her, but he flexed the end of a finger applying a delicious pressure to Ann's clit. The wife shuddered visibly. She covered his teasing hand with her own. "In fact," he released her breast, pulling his hand free, while continuing to tease her with the other, "I think I need another taste of just how sweet you are." Billy used his free hand to release his own jeans and lower the zipper, all without releasing the circling pressure he was applying to the top of Ann's sex. "It's pretty hard to do this properly with you standing there," he pointed out.

Ann was embarrassed at how quickly she dropped to her knees. And she was relieved that he stayed with her. In fact, he leaned toward her, and she moaned more loudly as his finger pushed lower, curling up into her aroused sex. His free hand had dipped beneath her hoodie once again, Ann's position holding the bottom up over his forearm, baring her stomach and the bottom of the breast he was again squeezing, deftly working her nipple at the same time. Billy glanced down, then, and Ann blinked, following his gaze.

"Hmmm," he murmured, his naked uncut cock visible through the open fly of his jeans, "I think I might need a little help here." Ann giggled, bending instinctively until she could kiss and lick at his dry skin. She lapped at him for the few seconds before he began to stiffen visibly, letting her slurp him into her mouth, all without using her hands, since one had taken over when Billy's hand pulled away from her sex, while the other was working the breast he was not groping. She began to bob her head, tongue teasing the hooded opening of his uncircumcised tip. From the first stroke it was difficult to take him all the way, and Ann shivered, feeling the tip push into her throat, but she remembered that she had swallowed both he and Jacen the night before, and the knowledge that she could do it spurred the aroused wife onward. He continued to swell, making the task more and more difficult.

Ann fought to find a rhythm... breathing on the back stroke, sucking as she went back down, her tongue working constantly. But the scant seconds to breathe were not enough. Sparkles appeared at the edges of her vision, which would have been graying as well, except there was not enough light to see the difference. And then she pushed too deep, and retched, fully impaled on his turgid shaft. She tried to back off, afraid of choking, hungry for air, and found Billy's free hand was tangled in her hair, holding her in place. She retched again more violently, body bucking uselessly.

"Ahhh!" She felt the heat of his release, pulsing straight into her stomach it seemed, and then he relaxed his grip and the desperate white wife pulled back. A single pulse of his orgasm seemed to fill her mouth, making Ann sputter as she pulled free. The next ropey shot of his jism leapt from his cock, coating her nose and lips. Ann gasped, still not sure if she was really breathing, there was so much semen on her face and filling her mouth. And yet, embarrassed at the mess she was making, she held her mouth open over his erupting shaft, catching the last of his climax and swallowing it without really thinking about anything except how wonderful it was to be breathing.

"Damn you're a grade A cocksucker, little slut," Billy praised. He had flopped back onto the chair and smiled lazily at the addled wife kneeling between his splayed thighs. "You aren't done, though. Clean me up, bitch." Ann nodded. She had wiped the cum smearing her face with her fingers, wiping them on the inside of the hoodie pocket, and without thinking about it she caught hold of the base of his spent cock, licking and sucking at him, focusing on the wrinkled hood. His fingers moved through her hair, not forceful like before, encouraging her continued ministrations.

Minutes passed and Ann did not slow. The fingers of her free hand had been alternately tweaking her nipples and rubbing her dripping seam through the jeans. She was not really aware how long she had been there before she realized Billy's cock was becoming hard again. Giggling, she bobbed her head, sucking more eagerly. She was panting when he caught her hair in one hand, literally pulling her off of his shaft. A heavy strand of saliva joined his erect cock to her chin.

Ann looked up at him, hand inside of her jeans, allowing her to finger her aroused sex. She began to pinch her nipples with her other hand, and whined softly at the pain of his using her hair as a handle. She blinked, seeing that he was holding his phone up again, as if taking a picture of what she was doing. Her eyes went wide and she wiped at her mouth.

"What are you... Stop that!"

"Stop what," Billy taunted her, "You're the one doing it... You got me all ready to go and now you want to stop?" Ann shook her head.

"No," she flushed at the admission, and at realizing that her fingers were still pumping in and out of her pussy. "Are you taking pictures of this?" Billy smiled wickedly.

"Naw, I'm recording video."

"Oh my God," Ann shook her head again, "You can't! If my husband saw this..." Billy snorted.

"Does he know me?" Ann blinked, frowning, but shook her head, "Then how could he see this?" She opened her mouth to argue, but became distracted as the skinny man caught hold of his engorged tool, waving it pointedly, "You think I'd do something that would stop me putting this..." he winked at her, "Inside of you?" Ann shook her head. She knew she should argue, but the thought of his fucking her had her so hot...

"It's just for you," she asked. Billy shrugged.

"Who else am I gonna show?" He waved his cock again, "Now do you really want to leave?" Ann shook her head no, responding as she had learned the night before.

"No!" she licked her lips, "I want it... I want your big black cock." Billy sat up, and Ann shivered, more than ready for his advance. But he did not touch her.

"Where do you want it, my little white cocksucker?"

"Fuck me!" Ann almost fell over, she leaned back so far, offering herself to the big man, "I want your big black cock in my cunt."

"I don't have a condom," Billy warned, which almost made the housewife giggle, considering what they had done the night before. Her glistening wet fingers scrabbled at the button of her jeans, and she leaned further back, bracing her shoulders on the coffee table and eagerly pushing her jeans to her knees.