Broken and Used

She slipped a hand between our thrashing bodies and diddled her clit. Slowing my pace to suck her nipple, she slapped my ass and hissed, "Faster Lover, don't stop."

I pummeled her pussy like I was possessed. I felt her cunt contract around my cock as she wailed in ecstasy, another climatic wave crashed down on her. It was precious how the contorted contours of her face reflected the rapture of her orgasm. My balls tightened and I sank my cock fully into her snatch. I could feel the blood pound in my ears along with Leslie Jean's howls. As my orgasm exploded into her pussy, I shot spurts of cum deep into her belly.

Drained, I fell on the bed beside Leslie Jean and rested my head on her bosom. She kissed me and asked, "Gunny, what's your real name?"

"Milo, why?"

She hugged me close and whispered, "I think I love you, Milo."

Squeezing her tight and overwhelmed by my own raw feelings, I simply said, "Thanks."

I awoke at noon the next day, once again I was alone. After throwing on some clothes, I found a note from Leslie Jean on the kitchen table.

It read: "Thanks for the best Christmas I've had in long time. But, now Christmas is over and it's time to go back to reality. Sorry about all that love talk, I just got caught up in the moment. I'll be working a double from here on out to get enough money to go back to Arkansas. I'm very sure I'll have enough money after the New Year to leave San Diego."

A flash burn of remorse pinked my flesh. Wadding up the note, I threw it across the room. I looked at Matador and said, "Let's go get our girl."

He barked his agreement.

Minutes later, I was parking my truck near the entrance to Club Risqué. The parking lot was full. The day after Christmas was always a big day, a lot of men would rather spend the afternoon ogling the strippers rather than following their wives around the mall searching for after Christmas deals. The throbbing beat of the music coming from the club propelled me forward with Matador at my heel.

Nodding at the big black bouncer, I said, "Hey Reggie."

"Hey Gunny, you're way early for your shift. What's with the ugly dog?"

Ignoring his question, I asked, "You seen Lacey?"

"That's her music now, she's just going on."

I started into the door, but Reggie grabbed my arm saying, "You can't take the dog in there."

Matador growled his displeasure just inches from Reggie's crotch and I watched as Reggie's eyes widened with fear. He let go of my arm and pressed his back flat against the wall.

"The dog's not going into the club. He's going to watch you and if you so, much as twitch, he'll rip your balls off. I might let him do it anyway for what you've done to Lacey."

He groaned and Matador growled, baring his teeth.

I went inside. It took a moment for me to adjust to the club's dim lighting. The place was indeed packed. I spotted Lacey twirling around the stage pole wearing green panties, bra and matching garter belt with black fishnet stockings. My heart battered my breastbone with an uncertain beat.

Limping to the sound booth, I demanded that the DJ kill the music. My menacing expression was enough for him to immediately cut the sound.

Lacey shaded her eyes with her hands in the spotlight's glare. She called, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want you stripping anymore," I hollered from the shadows.

Agitated she bit her lip, then asked, "Why not?"

The unfolding drama quieted the crowd and they waited expectantly.

"I love..."

Lorenzo suckered punched me from my blind side after sneaking up in the dark. Staggered by the blow, I fell onto an unoccupied table. Scrabbling to get my feet under me, I turned to defend against his next attack. A pained expression suddenly appeared on his face. He dropped to his knees, clutching his crotch.

Lacey had kicked him between the legs as hard as she could from behind. She seethed, "How's it feel to be blindsided, motherfucker?"

I drove my knee into Lorenzo's face, his nose shattered in an explosion of blood and he collapsed to the floor unconscious. I scanned the shadows for any other attackers.

"Why don't you want me stripping anymore, Milo?" asked Lacey standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. "I am a stripper after all and a pretty good one."

A couple of wolf-whistles and cat-calls came from the crowd.

With heartfelt emotion, I said, "You ain't the stripper. Lacey's the stripper, who wiggles her ass for tips. Lacey allows her boss to degrade her. Lacey let's herself get pimped out. You're Leslie Jean, who kissed the pain away from an old veteran's scars. You're Leslie Jean who made homemade biscuits and gave half her steak to a mutilated dog. Leslie Jean is who I love."

Leslie Jean leaped into my arms and smothered me with kisses. The crowd went wild, hooting and applauding their approval.

From the shadows Camilla emerged with Leslie Jean's tote bag saying, "You guys better take off the cops are on the way."

Leslie Jean reached into her bag and pulled out my gray sweatshirt from it. Noticing my expression she defended, "I wanted a souvenir of our Christmas together."

I smiled and followed her out the door.

After pulling Matador away from Reggie, who had wet himself, we all exited the club and jumped into my truck. Leslie Jean sat next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Putting the truck in gear, I pulled into traffic and left Club Risqué in the rearview mirror.

I drove straight to City Hall and parked the truck. I said, "We can be married within the hour."

"You don't want to marry me, Milo."

"Yes I do. I love you and I want to marry you. When I decide to do something I do it. I decided to join the Marine Corps and I walked into the recruiter's office and signed up."

"And, you got blown up."

"Seventeen years later. What can blow us up?"

"I'm in a sex video and it's on the Internet."

"What?"

"Last summer when Reggie pimped me out, he recorded the action and put it on the Net. He said that was his fee for making the date for me. It's called "Lacey Gets Blackened" and it's me with two of his buddies. He gets $2.00 for every 1,000 hits. It doesn't get many hits because Reggie used his phone to shoot the video. And there's not money shot, so he's only gets about $20 a month. He was going to get a real video camera for the New Year's Eve gangbang."

She pulled up a video on her smartphone and handed it to me, weeping. It showed her naked on her hands and knees with a black man on his knees brutally fucking her in the ass. Her face was twisted in agony and tears ran down her cheeks. Reggie's voice could be heard off camera, "Quit crying bitch, you got paid $1,000. Man shut this bitch up." Another black man dropped to his knees in front of her and shoved his cock into her mouth, he roughly fucked her face. Abruptly, the video ended.

A tear trickled down my face.

"I'm sorry, Milo. I left you the note, hoping you'd come to the club and rescue me. I really don't need the money to fly back to Arkansas. My Daddy said he would send it. I never dreamed that you would want to marry me."

Tears had once again wrecked Leslie Jean's make-up. I wiped her tears away and with heart-felt affection said "That video changes nothing. I love you and I want to marry you."

Using her thumb, she wiped the tear trickling down my check, "What about the video?"

"I'm sorry you had to do that, but as far as I'm concerned it was Lacey who made the porno not Leslie Jean. I'm marrying Leslie Jean not Lacey."

She studied me for moment gauging my sincerity then smiling widely, she hugged me. After she reapplied her make-up, we went into City Hall where a justice of the peace married us.

I found it impossible not to smile at Leslie Jean who still wore my gray sweatshirt over her lingerie with the elegance of a million-dollar wedding dress. My heart swelled, I was so in love with her.

Following the brief service, I took Leslie Jean to her apartment, it was right on the beach. After she opened the door, I lifted her up into my arms and carried her across the threshold. I set her down and after Matador trotted through it, I closed the door.

Leslie Jean went to the kitchen and found a can of tuna. After pouring its contents into a bowl, she sat it on the floor for Matador. She patted his head then grabbing my hand, she led me to her bedroom.

With a sense of urgency she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra and it joined the sweatshirt. Cooing she cupped her big breasts for a moment before tweaking her hard nipples. She walked towards me seductively swaying hips from side to side. Her eyes glimmered with lust. Pulling my face to hers, she kissed me with passionate yearning.

I pulled into a tight embrace and lovingly squeezed her buttocks.

Leslie Jean broke the kiss and tenderly said, "I love you. I'm so happy to be your wife."

She dropped into a squat and released my hard cock from my trousers. Her eyes twinkled as she teasingly ran her tongue up and down my shaft, before sucking on the swollen helmet of my cock. Spitting out my cock, she arose to her feet and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and handed them to me.

I lifted them to my face and inhaled her aroma. My cock quivered in anticipation of the pleasures to come.

Leslie Jean crawled on the bed and assumed the kowtow position. Her arms stretched before her with her knees drawn-up under her, pushing her excited sex in the air. In this position she was offering me her both puffy pussy and her pretty pucker. Seductively, she said, "Take my ass."

"I can't after seeing that video."

Suddenly, her face went grim. She sat up and said, "I know you want my ass, Milo. I've seen the way you've looked at it. You're my husband and I won't deny you that pleasure. I love you."

Kowtowing again she said, "Just take your time and get me ready so I can enjoy it too."

I finished stripping then crawled on the bed behind her pro-offered posterior. I lightly traced my hand along the curve of her ass. Goose bumps rose on her excited flesh. I kissed each of her buttocks before spreading her cheeks apart, revealing her pretty pink pucker and her gorgeous gash. I kissed her pouting pussy lips and used my tongue to broach them. Noisily moaning, my new wife indicated her pleasure. My tongue grudgingly departed her pussy, and I replaced it with two fingers. The wet soppy sound of my digits sawing in out of her cunt echoed in the bedroom. I kissed her taint. Then I tenderly pushed the flat of my tongue against her anus.

Her body jumped like she had just received an electric shock and she yelped, "Oh my."

I slithered my tongue further into the interior of her anus teasing it and her moans morphed into hedonistic whimpers of delight. Removing my fingers from her pussy, I delicately wiggled them into her butthole. Deliberately, I twisted them in a clockwise motion to relax her anus. To distract her, I sucked a hickey on her each buttock. Spreading my fingers open like scissors, I stretched her rectum in preparation for my cock.

Decadently, she stuck two of her own fingers into her pussy. Pushing her palm hard against her mound, she applied pleasurable pressure to her clit. As she manipulated her cunt, she sputtered, "uh...oh...uh."

"Milo....I'm, I'm...cumming," she huffed as her body quaked with orgasm.

I let her settle down and fondled her heaving breasts, gently pinching her nipples until she cried out. I grasped my cock and ran it up and down her slobbering slit, lubricating it with her excitement. Then I stabbed my cock into her pussy and began thrusting as hard and as fast as I could. I diddled her clit with one hand while continuing to pinch her nipples with the other.

Leslie Jean wasn't expecting the sudden pleasurable incursion into her cunt and she began hissing and growling. Her pussy felt like warm wet velvet around my cock.

"Your pussy feels so good," I huffed.

Suddenly, she threw her head back and wailed, "Oooh! Cum! Ooooh!"

As her cunt convulsed around my cock in sudden orgasm, I hissed curling my toes, fighting back my own urge to cum.

She growled as I withdrew my cock from her cunt, glancing over her shoulder glassy-eyed, she demanded, "Do it Milo, put it in my ass."

With some persistence I pushed my cock past her resisting sphincter and my wet cock entered her ass. Gradually, I eased into her butt, inch by inch, until my cock was buried in it up to my balls. I paused and caressed her breasts, allowing her to adjust to my girth.

She looked back at me with a gratified grimace and nodded. She moaned as I slowly withdrew my cock and just before it popped out of her ass, I just as slowly propelled it back into her, she groaned.

With her pleasure in mind, I continued the tortoise-like thrusts and snaked two fingers into her pussy. Through the walls of her pussy, my fingers felt my cock sliding in and out of her ass. Forcefully, I pushed my palm against her clit. A low rumble began deep in her core and grew into a full blown scream of ecstasy. Vaginal fluid spewed from her cunt and splattered with a whoosh on the mattress. She wailed, "Ahhhhh!"

I felt her body quake with orgasm and it fed my need to climax. I drove my cock in and out of her ass with lustful abandon, her whimpers of pleasure fueled my desire. My pace quickened until my testicles tightened. With a final thrust, I sank my shaft deeply into her ass and shot streams of cum inside her innards. I felt her hand on my balls, squeezing the cum from them. I bellowed, "Cumming."

When my cock softened and slipped out of her ass, she collapsed on the bed and rolled over onto her back. Falling on the bed beside her, I rested my head on her bosom. She hugged me close purred, "I'm so in love with you, Milo. I've never been so pleasured."

Hugging her tight, I kissed her. My voice trembled with affection as I said, "I love you too. I never dreamed a smashed up son-of-bitch like me could ever be loved."

"I didn't think I was worthy of being love," her voice cracked with raw emotion. She wiped a tear from her cheek then continued, "Thanks for loving me."

Love was the best Christmas gift we could have given each other and we had the rest of our lives to do it. It seemed like a holiday miracle, a broken down bartender and a used up stripper had at last found happiness.