Broken and Used

After emptying myself into Leslie Jean's pussy, I collapsed on top of her completely spent. I wept silent tears of emotional release that dampened her neck.

Cocooned beneath my weight, she tenderly held my head against her neck and cooed soothing words of comfort. Once I finished weeping, Leslie Jean bid me to take a shower while she finished making breakfast.

The hot water and steam felt good on my stiff joints and sore muscles. For the first time in a long time I felt a measure of joy and I burst into song, gleefully ruining Christmas Carols just like Leslie Jean and Matador.

My shower complete, I quickly shaved and even slapped on some aftershave. With my eye patch firmly in place, I sat at the table in front of a plate of biscuits and gravy. I hadn't had a home cooked meal in long while, I usually opened a can of soup and nuked it in the microwave. Chewing the gravy covered biscuit, I detected an unfamiliar taste.

Noticing my puzzled expression, Leslie Jean offered, "You didn't have any milk so I used the cream of coconut you had in the fridge."

"I've been practicing making piña coladas. Anyway, your biscuits and gravy are good, different, but good," I said and then added with a grin, "You do cook better than you fuck and you fuck very well."

She chuckled, "You really know how to sweet talk a girl."

"Seriously, you're a great cook. I can't remember the last time I had homemade biscuits. I surprised I had the ingredients to make them."

"You didn't. I improvised," she said with good-natured smugness.

"Did your mom teach you?"

"Uh-huh, back in Arkansas," she muttered. Her eyes tear-rimmed and took on that 1,000-meter stare again. Wanting to change the subject, she asked, "You're mom still alive?"

"Yeah, her and my dad retired to Florida a couple of years ago. I saw them at Thanksgiving. I flew to my sister's in Ohio. They did too, it was real nice."

"Was your dad in the military? Is that why you joined?"

"Nah, he worked on an assembly line for thirty years. I joined the Marines because I didn't want to work in a factory. My dad did teach me to shoot though, he and my brother-in-law wanted to take me deer hunting at Thanksgiving, but I didn't go."

Leslie Jean put down her coffee cup and said, "No kidding, traipsing all over the woods would have had hurt your bum leg."

"Nah, it wasn't that, I've already done enough killing in my life." Now it was my turn to change the subject, so I asked, "So how did a southern belle, like you end up in California?"

"I wanted to be a marine biologist."

"Really? How'd that happen in Arkansas?"

Her eyes twinkled as she recalled a happier past. "My daddy took me noodling when I was a kid."

"Noodling?"

"You know fishing for catfish with your bare hands."

"No shit?"

"Yeah, catfish live in holes in the riverbank. So you dive in, find the hole and stick your hand in it. The catfish latches onto your hand and you pull him up."

"Aren't catfish a big fish?"

"Usually around 40 pounds, but the sucker that give me this," she pointed to a scar on her hand that ran from her wrist to the first joint on her thumb, "was a 75-pounder, damn near drown me."

"I bet."

"Daddy had a hell of time dragging me out of the water, cause I wouldn't let go of the fish." Her face was painted with a proud grin.

"Or the fish wouldn't let go of you," I teased, grinning with her.

"Anyway, noodling got me interested in marine biology so I came out here for college." Her smiled faded as darker memories entered her mind, but she continued, "My first year in college I fell in love with a jock and of course I ended up pregnant."

She took a sip of orange juice to wash the bitterness from her mouth. "After my boyfriend found out I was knocked up, he left me. And, once Daddy found out I was carrying a black baby, he disowned me. I was 20-years old when the baby was born, I started stripping at Club Salacious soon after."

A tear trickled down her cheek, "I got greedy and started freelance dancing on the side. My son was about three when I took a gig dancing at a bachelor party. I got fucked up on cocaine and woke the next morning without any panties and my pussy full of cum. I had pulled a train on a dozen guys. To add injury to insult, I ended up with a STD which led to PID and now I'm sterile. Since it had become a habit of mine to be out all night, the baby-sitter turned me into family services and I lost my son."

She wiped away her tears and continued, "He's better off, a lawyer and his wife adopted him. I got really strung out on cocaine and got fired. I went rehab, then started dancing at the Gas Lamp Burlesque, which paid really well and was fun. You had to come up with different costumes and routines. After I awhile, I couldn't come up with anything new, so I started dancing at Gemma's Gentleman's Club. I was there for three years, then moved on to Club Risqué."

"Gemma's got a better class of clientele, why did you leave?"

Shrugging she replied, "Gemma put me on the day shift. You know the tips are better on the night shift."

"But a bad day at Gemma's is better than a good night at Club Risqué."

"I guess I still had pride back then. Now, I can't afford it."

Frowning, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"About a year ago on my 32nd birthday, Lorenzo moved me to the day shift. I went to his office to protest and he said he had younger and prettier girls for the night shift. The only way he would let me work the night shift was for me to suck his cock."

Stunned by her revelation, I asked, "You didn't, did you?"

"No, but I wish I had. I was pissed-off and slapped him and he punched me in the face, breaking my nose." She wiggled her crooked beak.

"That lousy motherfucker," I spouted off incensed.

Tears cascaded down her face, but she continued, "Of course both my eyes blacken, I couldn't work for a month with all that swelling. I looked for another job, but I have no marketable skills. The rent came due, so I went crawling back to Lorenzo and sucked his cock. I still have to work the day shift and only after I suck his cock does he allow me to work nights. He likes to humiliate me by pulling his cock out of my mouth and giving me a facial."

"Why don't you just quit?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.

"And do what? Work the donkey show in Tijuana?"

"No, but you ought to do something else."

"Oh, I did, when my car broke down last summer, I didn't have the money to fix it so I let Reggie pimp me out to a couple of his buddies. He called it making gash cash. He's already arranged a New Year's Eve gangbang for me."

Rushing to judgment I pronounced, "You prostituted yourself."

Tears streamed down her anguished face. "I should have known you wouldn't understand. I'll get a shower then I'll call a cab."

"I'm sorry," I babbled and reached to comfort her, but she avoided my grasp. The bathroom door slammed and I winched. Matador looked at me like I was the stupidest fucker on the planet. I agreed, "Yeah, I know."

Getting up from the table, I gimped back to the bedroom and found Leslie Jean's purse. I searched her smartphone for a certain phone number. When I didn't find it, I opened her wallet and found a couple of items that helped my search. I called Information in Arkansas. After a few wrong numbers, I made contact with Leslie Jean's brother.

From him, I learned Leslie Jean's father and mother were celebrating Christmas with him. I heard the shower stop and asked him to hang on while I got Leslie Jean. I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Go away!"

"Leslie Jean, let me in," I called out, pounding on the door with my fist.

"Go fuck yourself, cause you're never going to get to fuck me again."

I slung my weight against the door, busting the lock and bursting it open.

Leslie Jean shrieked and threw a towel at me. The wet towel popped me in the face.

Frustrated, I cried out, "Leslie Jean, don't be like this...."

"Don't you dare call me, Leslie Jean only my friends can call me Leslie Jean. You only get to call me Lacey. Lacey, the whore stripper."

"Damn it, your brother's on the phone," I said handing her my cellphone.

Blinking in disbelief, she fumbled the phone then stuck it to her ear. With a trembling voice, she said, "Hello."

I exited the bathroom and limped back to the kitchen to clean up. I heard Leslie Jean, go into the bedroom. When I finished with the kitchen, I took Matador for a walk to the bay.

Watching a couple of sailboats glide gracefully through the water, I contemplated Leslie Jean's revelations. I returned to the trailer not knowing what to expect, Leslie Jean might even be gone.

I found her asleep on my bed wearing my gray sweatshirt again. The pillow was damp from her tears, she had cried herself to sleep. Putting a blanket over her, I brushed errant red hair from her face, in repose she looked angelic. My heart hurt for her. Life hadn't been very kind to either of us and I felt she was a kindred spirit.

Leaving her to rest, I returned to the kitchen to prepare supper. I had a bought a couple of steaks for Christmas dinner, one for me and the other for Matador. I was sure Matador wouldn't mind if Leslie Jean got his steak. I grilled the steaks and nuked a couple of potatoes. I heard Leslie Jean stirring in the bedroom and shouted, "Supper's almost ready."

"Great," she responded through the door.

After placing the plates of steaming food on the table, I retrieved a couple of pale ales from the fridge. When Leslie Jean made her appearance, I dropped one of the beers. It rolled across the floor, spilling its contents.

Leslie Jean was wearing an ultra-sexy black teddy. It featured a G-string back and the front strap wasn't much thicker, barely capturing her thick labia. The sheer fabric followed every seductive curve and was thin enough to reveal her beautiful bald pussy. She stepped over Matador, who was busily lapping up the spilt liquid, wearing stripper shoes with six-inch heels. She kissed my cheek and said, "I'm famished."

"Yeah," I croaked an octave higher than normal, "me too."

"Let's eat," she said, sitting down at the booth. She picked up her knife and fork. Her big breasts swayed beneath the translucent material captivating my attention as she cut her meat. She teasingly licked the piece speared on her fork. Putting it into her mouth, she pushed it against her cheek puffing it out like a cock would. After she swallowed, she seductively said, "That's just how I like my meat, sweet and succulent."

Fighting the urge to cum, I bit my lip then asked, "Leslie Jean, what's gotten into you?"

"I'm hoping your cock does, real soon," she taunted, stroking her beer bottle like it was cock.

Dropping my fork, I snatched her hand and kept it in mine. I said, "Seriously, what's going on with you."

"You gave me the nicest Christmas present ever. I haven't called home in 13 years. I've been too ashamed. I even talked to my Daddy, he asked me to forgive him. Can you believe it? He even wants me come home. I know all the trouble you went through for me. I just wanted to show you my appreciation."

"It wasn't any trouble and I know you appreciate it. You don't have to fuck me to show it."

She cast her eyes down at her plate and in a hushed tone stated, "You don't want to have sex with me because of what I told you."

"Oh, I want to have sex with you. I just don't want you to feel obligated to have sex with me because I did something nice for you."

Smiling, she picked up her fork and starting eating. She looked down at Matador, after he whined, and asked, "What's the matter boy?"

"You're eating his steak," I chuckled. "I bought it for him. I wasn't expecting company."

She cut her steak into bite-size pieces. Then she got up and walked over to Matador's dish and scraped half the pieces into it. She patted his head and said, "Thanks for sharing your steak with me."

I watched her bare buttocks wiggle in the G-string teddy as she walked from the table. When she bent over to scrape her plate, the view got even better. My cock hardened with surging blood.

Leslie Jean smiled as she caught my lustful gaze. She daintily sat down making sure I got nice look at her ass at it came to rest on the seat. Picking him her fork up, she winked at me and asked, "Where were we? Oh yeah, you requested polite dinner conversation instead of lewd sexual innuendo. So why are you tending bar in dump like Club Risqué?"

"I think I prefer sexual innuendo now," I sighed then added, "My medical retirement provides enough for to live comfortably, but I needed to do something. I thought since I've been to so many exotic bars around the world, I could be a bartender. So I got my bartender's certificate. Club Risqué was the only place that would hire me. Lorenzo said the customers wouldn't notice my disfigurement since they were there to look at tits and ass on the strippers anyway."

Leslie Jean took my hand and with emotion, she whispered, "You're not ugly to me, Gunny. You're the most beautiful human being I know."

With my hand still in hers, she stood up and led me to the bedroom. She closed the door and undid the halter of her teddy and let it fall to her waist revealing her big breasts. Hooking her thumps into the material around her waist she pushed it down her legs and stepped out of it. She kicked off her shoes and said, "No slutty stripper seduction, you deserve better. Just me, if you want me. I hope you want me because I so want you."

I pulled into her my arms and smothered her lips with unrestrained intensity. My hand found her breast and I tenderly caressed it before gently pinching her nipples. I trailed my hand down her torso until my middle finger sank deep into her simmering snatch. Pushing my palm against her clit caused her to gasp. I said, "You're so wet."

"I told you, I wanted you," she replied then brought my face to hers in a fiery kiss. Suddenly, we were totally lost in the intensity of the intimacy and bonded in the moment. The building passion worked us into frenzy.

I sawed my finger in and out of her pussy with unbridled excitement. I pressed my thumb all around her clit without touching it. The skin on her neck glowed crimson as the pleasurable pressure built. With animal-like lust, her groans grew into a growl.

"Would you like to cum?" I whispered.

Wild-eyed and huffing, she nodded. Her body went rigid as I pushed my thumb against her agitated clit. She gritted her teeth as her body shook then howled in orgasmic release. Her pussy contracted around my digit. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax, she buried her face wailing into my shoulder. It grew wet from her tears.

When she grew still, I asked, "Are you alright?"

She looked up at me glazed-eyed, unable to answer. After a long moment she recovered and smiled at me. She said, "No one has ever cared about my pleasure before. I'm just crying tears of joy."

I wrapped my arms around her and she clung to me. I never felt so connected to another human being. At last, reluctantly, she pushed her hand against my chest parting us a few inches.

"Let me undress you. I want to pleasure you," she murmured. Then she unbuttoned my shirt kissing my chest as she undid each button. She slid my shirt off me and it fell to the floor. Next she undid my trousers and after she pushed them down my legs, I stepped out of them.

I stood naked before her, my cock stood at attention between my legs.

She tugged on it demurely then dropped to her knees.

"No, Leslie Jean, you don't have to suck my cock."

She looked up at with raised eyebrows. Then with realization she said, "I'm not going to let Lorenzo rob me of the joy of giving you oral pleasure. I want to suck cock. Just enjoy it."

Sweetly, she kissed my cockhead then licked the pre-cum drooling from it. Her eyes shifted to mine as her hand steadied my prick. Then she lovingly siphoned my bulbous head into her mouth. She never took her emerald eyes off mine.

Gasping for breath, I groaned,"Ohhhhhh."

Her eyes glimmered with naughtiness as she licked the underside of my shaft. Gently,she gently squeezed my bloated balls. Then she engulfed both of my testicles into her mouth and sucked hard on them. She spat out my balls and licked down their seam before licking up the length of my shaft to my cockhead. Grabbing my cock again she darted her tongue into my piss slit. Now she had me standing on my tip toes.

Most of my cock disappeared into her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she suckled. Suddenly, she gulped down my entire length. With my cock deep in her throat, her tongue was immobilized so she was unable to suck. But, I was extremely stimulated by the tightness of her throat. Since she couldn't suck she swallowed, an action that shuddered along the entire length of my cock.

Cum exploded from my cock and splattered against her tonsils. Lightheaded from the pleasure, I hissed like a steam engine with each spurt of my lust.

After she swallowed every drop of my cum, she took my cock out her mouth and hoarsely asked, "Feel better, Lover."

Still dizzy from the pleasure I silently nodded. I helped her up to her feet.

Leslie Jean sprawled on the bed. Pinching a nipple with one hand, she leisurely ran a finger from her other hand between the folds of her labia. She cooed, "I'm so wet, Lover. I want your cock so bad."

I picked her leg up by the ankle and kissed it then her knee. Slowly, I worked my way up her succulent thigh to her splayed pussy. Its fragrance beckoned me to indulge. I let her excitement build as I lightly caressed my lips over her slit. When she bucked her hips upward, I finally put my lips right on her slit and kissed it gently then harder. As she moaned her pleasure, I broached her pussy with my tongue. Tentatively, my tongue fucked her with gentle little stabs.

She moaned her pleasure, tangling her fingers in my hair and dragging my face down into her pussy. Her clit wanted some attention and it stiffly peaked from its sheath. Bringing my tongue to the top of her slit, I located it then I licked it hard. She hooted, "Oh yeah!

Purposely, I slid two fingers as far as they would go into her saturated snatch. I teased her methodically until at last my fingers make contact with her G-spot.

"That's the place," she rasped squirming on my hand. Speeding my fingers in and out of her cunt with forceful exuberance, I repeatedly tapped her G-spot. She huffed, "Don't stop, don't stop."

I exposed her clit and forcefully flicked my tongue against it as she thrashed her legs against my head. Sensing her approaching orgasm, I pursed my lips and insistently sucked her clit. Somehow, I kept my mouth on her clit as she lifted her butt off the mattress and bucked her pelvis wildly. In fact, I even sucked harder on it.

"That...that's...that's it," she stammered.

I softly bit her clit and savagely shoved my two of saturated fingers up her ass. The muscles of her anus contracted around my fingers as her orgasm rippled through her body.

"Cum, pussy cum," she cried out with her body supinated in the crab posture. With her orgasm spent she collapsed on the bed panting. After a moment of silence she said, "No one has ever eaten my pussy like that?"

With adoration I kissed her thigh then crawled up between her legs. My cock was hard and seeking relief, she spread her legs wider to receive me.

She watched fascinated as the blunt head of my cock penetrated her pussy. She blinked as I steadily sank my full length into her balls deep. Her pussy muscles clutched my cock with a velvety embrace.

Overwhelmed by desire I frantically plunged my cock in and out of her hot box like a lunatic.

The confined bedroom echoed with the flesh-on-flesh smacks of our ardent passion as Leslie Jean eagerly bucked her pelvis up to meet my forceful thrusts. Enthusiastically, she encouraged, "That's it, Lover, pound my pussy."