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"Harder! Harder," she hissed urging him on.
Nick increased his pace until the room was filled with soft curses and the sound of his groin slapping against her buttocks, slamming into her welcoming ass with the desperate urgency of an illicit lover, while Judy gripped the edge of the desktop until her knuckles were white. As his cock repeatedly rammed into her butt, she grunted, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
*****
John's eyes widened as he heard a muffled guttural cry waft through the closed office door.
*****
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" cried Nick in sweet agony as his seedless semen spewed into her wildly contracting gut. "Ahh! Ahh! Ah fuck," he spat until the last contractions of his orgasm ebbed. His chest still heaving from his exquisite pleasure, Nick pulled his now softening cock from her still quivering ass. Then stepping back, he slapped her right butt cheek with his open hand.
"Ow!" she meekly cried with the stinging blow. Quickly, a rubescent handprint glowed on her ass, marking her ass as his, however temporarily.
Nick pulled up his pants and admired her perfect butt while she recovered. After a long minute, Judy pushed her dress down to cover herself and slowly stood upright.
Judy turned towards him, her bright blue eyes smiling. She was so ravishingly beautiful that for once Nick was momentarily lost for words. "Uh, uh," he stammered trying to bring about some sort of conclusion yet wanting to prolong the moment at the same time. "Look, I don't know about you and your husband's financial situation, but if you ever need a job..."
"And just what sort of job would that be?"
"I don't know, guest relations, a dealer, front desk..."
"How about staring in the show?"
Nick chuckled, "If that's what you'd like, I think it could be arranged."
Skewing her mouth slightly she said wryly, "No, once is probably enough."
Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills and pealed off three.
"Hey! What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"No, I'm sorry, you misunderstand. You might need some gas money to get home. Please, accept it as a gift."
"I can't, but thank you anyway." Judy glanced up at the clock on the desk. "Quarter to three, I think I'd better get going. John must be having a fit."
"Well, then here," said Nick removing a dozen long stem red roses from a vase and handing them to her, "for you. Please accept these as a very flawed man's modest token of his appreciation for a most beautiful woman and her charms."
"Thank you, they are lovely!" she gushed. Inhaling the sweet fragrance she tried to think back to the last time John had bought her flowers. It had been years.
Nick kissed her one last time and then opened the door for her to leave. Following her from the office, Nick caught sight John's hostile glare. Staring back at the cuckold with a smug smile, Nick reached down and zipped up his fly.
*****
The ride home was a quiet one, with neither Judy nor John speaking for over an hour. Coping as best he could with what had happened, John put the entire sordid affair with wife into a little compartment in his brain and locked it away. After all, what was done was done. He did what he had to do. Besides, dwelling on it only lessened his victory. Finally John broke the ice.
"Uh, er, guess what?"
Looking out the window at the passing roadside while her nipples and pussy throbbed and her tender ass leaked, Judy absent-mindedly replied, "What?"
"You won't believe this, but today is my lucky day." His comment was greeted with silence. "First of all, I won back everything I lost and then some!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I showed those bastards! I won a little over a thousand dollars last night and this morning, and guess what else?"
"What?"
"Eric Thompson, my headhunter, he called this morning. He thinks he has a position for me. I won't make as much as I was making, but it sounds like a great opportunity. Looks like we going to make it."
"That's wonderful honey," she said without enthusiasm wishing that she were back at the casino.
It was indeed John's lucky day. As they spoke, millions of vigorously swimming sperm from numerous virile men were on their primordial search for a prized fertile egg. By the end of the day, one particularly robust sperm had fulfilled its biological destiny. Nine months later, Judy would deliver a strapping eleven-pound baby boy, with no discernable neck and a face that only a mother could grow to love. It was John-the-Loser's lucky day indeed.
END
- COMMENTS
MajorRewriteover 9 years agoSometimes it's fun to read a story about a useless loser schmuck like John.
Anonymousabout 19 years agoThis is one hell of good story and deserves a 5! The fact that this story has elicited some strong comments is a good indication that it pulls no punches and has rattled the cages of some PC pukes. The story is believable, titillating, thoroughly naughty and has two attributes you rarely see in contemporary erotica…a PLOT (heavens forbid!) that unfolds slowly amidst some great sex and good character development. John, the self-absorbed, desperate foolish husband, who rejects and then gambles away his wife; drop dead gorgeous Judy, all she really wants is for John to fuck her and get her pregnant; Nick, the predator playing with his prey with as much regard as a cat with a baby bird; and of course the menacing brute Bruno, who on stage, stretches out Judy’s cunt like never before. The author conjures up vivid images of all four complex characters who are all are realistically flawed. As to the complaints posted here about the resulting bastard child, just what did you people think would happen when Judy got screwed at the height of her fertility? That she would live happily ever after? That Bruno and Nick’s other thugs would have the manners to use a condom? Yeah right! The ending is a logical conclusion; Nick heaps one final insult on John while John gloats over his penny ante winnings even after losing everything, including his self respect and the privilege of passing his genetic material to the next generation. The author didn’t say, but I wonder what John was thinking while he was winning at the craps table with the full knowledge that in order to save his sorry skin, he made his wife be another man’s fuck-toy for the night. As to the coat-hanger queens below, just what has the child done to deserve a death sentence, either pre-partum or post partum? Well done Art Martin! The detractors can say what they will, but this story was brilliantly and masterfully executed.
fakers51about 19 years agoWhen it first started I thought this would be a winner. But it turned out the other way. The wife becomes almost the way a man does, when term is used "pussy whipped", then wife is "dick whipped" despite her marriage vows. I the husband had any balls he would have left her, especially when they were getting ready to leave and Nick called her for one last fuck while he stood outside of the door. Once they get back home, she will get some money and go back to Nick. Whether Nick take her back is another. When you can fuck another man's women it is no problem to see her when can in his business, but when she leaves and become your woman, then you start to think-"She left her husband for a big dick, she might leave for a bigger dick". That thought would hammper his running his casino. Something like that has already happen in real life situations.
Anonymousover 19 years agoWell, you had a great story going until you fucked it up royallllly!
How are bastard children erotic??? - Sick shit author - Ruined a great effort for no good reason - One hand on the keyboard "never" produces a truly sensual moment!! What a shame - All that effort trashed at the end for no erotic reason!! Sick and not appreciated.
Hope you learned something!!!
Anonymousalmost 20 years agovery very good, best I've read for a long time. no improvement is neaded except a post natal visit to make another baby by the same father perhaps ?
warmest regards
Jem
