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Click hereShe looked at him and smiled and he felt his cock twinge for her. She was so damn pretty, when she smiled.
"Will you be my special guy?"
Imagining having her in his life, as her special guy and her his special gal, he softened with her words, that is, until reality kicked him hard in the nuts.
"I'm too old for you," he said looking away from her tits to look at her face. She was so damn pretty that he didn't know where to look. "I'm old enough to be your father."
He wished he had met her twenty years ago, when he was 35-years-old, but then she'd only be 5-years-old. This won't work. This will never work. What's wrong with him to even think she'd be interested in him.
"I've been with older men, before, some of my mother's boyfriends had their way with me."
"I'm sorry. That's terrible."
"It's just the way it was, back then," she said so matter of fact, as if not expecting any more out of life. "Her Johns would beat me, if I didn't give them what they wanted and when my mother found out that I was giving it away for free, taking away her business, she threw me out."
He knew she was a survivor. He recognized it in her eyes. She was the type who'd do whatever she had to survive. He had been right about that with her. Yet, is that what she's doing now? Is she playing him for a place to live and for food to eat? When she sat on the edge of the couch, he scooted over to make more room for her and when he rested his hand on her exposed thigh, when he felt her warm, soft skin, he didn't care if she was using him or not.
She reached out her hand and fondled his cock through his underwear. He watched her toying with his cock, before looking up at her face. Immediately he became hard with the touch of her hand and when they made eye contact, he wanted to kiss her. He had never kissed a prostitute before. Just as he called them all Robin, so as not to get emotionally attached, they didn't want to be kissed for the same reason. Only, even though she was a hooker, he didn't see her as that.
"Robin, I'm not in a good place right now."
"I can make you forget your problems," she said fingering his cock with her fingertips, before tracing the length of his penis with her fingers, and cupping his balls with her hand.
"I'm too vulnerable and I--"
"Shut up, Frank," she said.
She reached her hand in the pee hole of his boxers and removed his cock from his underwear. She held his cock in her hand looking at it, fingering it, and fondling it, before stroking it. Then, she leaned down and took him in her mouth.
He reached out his hand and felt her body from her shoulder, down her back, to her round ass. Soft, yet firm, a ripe piece of fruit, she felt so young, unlike so many of the foreign, prostitute women he had been with. He reached down and around to fondle her breast and finger her nipple through her nightgown. She had such big tits and her nipples were so hard. He couldn't wait to see them. He couldn't wait to suck them.
He moved her hair out of the way, so that he could see his cock in her mouth and when he did, she looked up at him and smiled. With all the hookers he hired over the years, even though he found that so erotically exciting, not one has looked up at him with his cock in her mouth and smiled. None of them teased him in that way and looked like they enjoyed what they were doing. A total unexpected contrast with Robin, he was pleasantly amazed at how lustfully she sucked his cock. He loved seeing her pretty face, while he stroked her long, blonde hair and fucked her warm, wet mouth.
Unaccustomed to having a woman actively participate in his lovemaking, she actually appeared to enjoy blowing him. He's had a lot of blowjobs over the years, but this blowjob from Robin, was the best, by far. He put a hand to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her lush, blonde hair. Then, lifting her up to him, he kissed her. She was the first woman he had kissed, since his ex-wife, and he could taste himself on her lips.
Unable to remember the last time he French kissed a woman, he couldn't get enough of her soft, full lips and her warm, wet tongue. She totally blanked his mind with her kisses. With every kiss and with every touch of her oh, so young body, he had reached an excitement he had never felt before.
At first he was uncomfortable because she was so young, younger than his youngest daughter, but now that he was with her and she was such a willing and giving sexual partner, he could get used to having her in his life. She made him feel younger. She made his cock the hardest it's ever been and he liked the feeling of protecting her, comforting her, and having her in his life. In one fluid motion, she removed her nightgown and took him by the hand to bed.
From that first night that she took him to bed, they had sex every night after that. The best sex he ever had, it was more than the sex. It was the connection. It was the relationship. It was love. Definitely, she was the best kisser and never had he experienced a woman with breasts so big.
A warm and generous lover, when he was on top of her and inside of her, kissing her with her big breasts flattened against his muscular chest, he'd reach down and cup her sweet ass with both hands. Pulling her up and closer, he was able to go so deep inside her pussy that he felt he was one with her. Including his ex-wife, never had he been with a woman who had an orgasm from intercourse and she had one nearly every time they were together.
"Oh, Frank! Oh, Frank! Oh, yeah, that's it, baby, don't stop. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."
Between her kisses, her good looks, her big tits, and her screaming his name every time she had an orgasm, she made him feel special. He loved it when she rolled him over and got on top of him. Sitting upright on his cock, he loved watching her big tits bouncing, before he reached up to corral them with his big hands. Then, while still sitting on his cock, with his prick deep inside of her, he loved it when she leaned down to kiss him. He loved the feel of her long, blonde hair on his chest, before she lowered herself further and, as if being electrified, touched his chest with her big boobs.
"I love you, Frank," she said looking in his eyes and he knew she did.
"I love you, Robin," he said looking in her eyes and meaning it.
Since his ex-wife left him, able to sever his emotions to be with every hooker he called Robin, never did he ever think he'd say he loved a woman again. She wasn't kidding about her cock sucking skills, either. Never has he had his cock sucked like that. Sex is one thing but love is another dimension and never has he had anyone make love to him in the way that Robin made love to him.
No matter the difference in their ages, they had made a real love connection. After spending a season of summer lovin', they were married and bought a house in a better neighborhood. A year later, she was pregnant. Finally Frank was home for good and Robin had a home with a bed.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 10 years agoSusan, I enjoyed reading this story. Besides being another one of your well constructed stories, it actually was realistic and believable. This story must be the jumping off point for your story "The Marine and The Bag Lady".
George in Omaha
gperry2843over 11 years agoI liked the hero. I liked the hooker. I liked the story. I gave it a five. I used periods instead of commas so as not to evoke the wrath of that one critic, and spelled out five to avoid the wrath of the other. What never ceases to astound me is your amazing depiction of the bittersweet.
Anonymousalmost 12 years agoIt had to much marine talk and flashbacks then when you finally got to the sex it was extremely short .......but good story
WyldePrincealmost 13 years agoBeing an older gentleman who writes (though not as prolifically as you) about romance and passion between older men and younger women, I found your story appealing to me at many levels. I am also an old-fashioned Sothren-raised (if you've any notion of what this means) romantic, so I was very sorry that there was not a good deal more about their affection and burgeoning interdependence. Like one of your other admirers, I wished for more chapters.
I think that you have more skill than you give yourself credit, but am compelled to remind you that there is a substantial difference between erotica and porn. I would go further with that concept, but even the 9 wise men on the US Supreme Court -and large numbers of their colleagues- have struggled for years to come up with it. So, like a wise colleague of my once said, regarding the issue of quality in the workplace -"I know it when I see it!"
Thank you for this story, it prompts me to read some of your others.
Sincerely,
-Wylde
oldwayneover 13 years agoAs an old retired police officer, who knows the streets and who has personally suffered the effects of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, I could identify with the characters in your story. I thought you did an excellent job of portraying life on the streets, albeit in small measure. I won't go into painful details, but I can't tell you the number tragic life's stories I have seen played out in real people, similar to your "prostitute". Thank you for your story; it richly deserves the Five Stars I gave it.
Amitdankevinover 13 years agoThis is the first of your stories that I have favorited. The moment, I read the name, I felt there was something special about this. This story was really nice and I liked both of your main characters. This story just kept me glued all the time and I also liked the way you described it.
mike2710almost 14 years agogood story thank you for taking the time to entertain us. Mike from Texas
andtheendalmost 14 years agoAuthorThank you for your bashing comment (lol), which I'll take in the way it was written with a grain of salt.
Writing is my passion and not by profession. You seem to forget that this is a porn board and not the Harvard Review.
andtheendalmost 14 years agoAuthorMaybe had you read the story instead of bashing it, you would have realized that the story takes place in the summer, the hot summer in the city. Duh!
I guess you missed that along with all the other summertime references, huh?
Thanks for you post.
Anonymousalmost 14 years agoi thought the theme of this contest was for summertime erotica? What does this have to do with the theme of the contest? Just wondering.....
Anonymousalmost 14 years agoWell done and written. I felt pity for the both of them. that's life in all it's messiness and grit. People like the marine exist out there and so do the girl named Robin.
PeterBlueEyes43almost 14 years agoI really enjoyed your story and look forward to reading more of your work. I gave you 5-stars on this one!
Anonymousalmost 14 years agoIf you do not like these stories , butt out and let those of us who enjoy them , to do just that, enjoy. It seems I see you pissing on lots of parades here and I am sick of it. Please, go somewhere else and read and critique.
SimonCowellalmost 14 years agoFinally, the old guy wins the young girl.
I love these kind of stories. Great job.
Anonymousalmost 14 years agoincluding spin a yarn about your dead marine husband. wow! Do you have so little life that you're only purpose comes from a free erotica contest? Get a hobby.
And in case anyone is wondering, the positive comments on this story are all written by alts. BOSTONFICTIONWRITER is the puppet master. I guess he's so far gone he's making up dead marine husbands for one of his favorite puppets. My god, man...have you no decency?
hrnicholalmost 14 years agoI find your story quite appropriate for the developed characters that inhabit it.
It's funny, those of us who have been there will not diss you or your writing, it seems only those who have no real concept of PTSD find fault.
I agree with your comment about the VA in normal circumstance. However, even though it is late, as a Vietnam era veteran, my problems have been addressed by the VA with some success.
One of the biggest problems that is faced by the returning veterans and the doctors who see them is no real communication about the PTSD and its resolution. Sometimes I think that Frank's solution in the story should be extended and accelerated.
No matter what anyone else says, keep on writing.
Anonymousalmost 14 years agoIt's the same combination of droning and lurching narrative sprinkled with afterthoughts of dialogue that you seem so fond of, but it just so happens to fit this character better.
BarbieBunnyalmost 14 years agoI liked your story. It sounded real enough to me. I don't know if it's true or not. You're a good writer.
Anonymousalmost 14 years agoIn your case patriotism really is the last resort of a scoundrel. A vote for your rubbish story is a vote for America? You cheapen the very real efforts of US and Allied troops with your mockery. I gave you a vote, though I felt 1 was a generous score, zero all its worth. -- UK CYNIC
andtheendalmost 14 years agoAuthorJust as a reminder, as this story is a Summer Lovin' contest story, it's important that you vote and please feel free to comment. Good, bad, or indifferent, feedback helps writers to improve.
Why did I write this story? My first husband was a Marine. He died in combat. He never should have been allowed to return. He wasn't fit for duty. Highly decorated, it wouldn't surprise me if he had committed suicide by accepting impossible missions. He was a tortured soul, but he was a Marine inside and out.
Plagued with Post Traumatic Stress, the syndrome gave him such a rage that everyone feared him. He had no friends and even his family turned against him. He wasn't the same man that I fell in love with. Had he not been killed, I was planning on leaving him and I think he knew that. I think he didn't return, so that he wouldn't kill me.
War is a terrible thing. We send our best young men to die. Why do we do that? Meanwhile, the politicians wave the flag of the United States when sending our sons and husbands off to war and then turn their backs on them when they return needing our help to recover.
The VA should have helped my husband, but they didn't. I found out later from men who knew my husband that he had been with prostitutes and had a particular fondness for one, ergo the inspiration for the story. It was a sad, bittersweet story for me to write, but in writing it, I more understood my husband's pain.
The part about the drug dealers that he erradicated from our neighborhood and the part about the pimp are true, virtually word for word. He was a sweet man when he went off to war and he returned as a monster.
Yet, we need men like him to keep us safe, otherwise, we'd be fighting the enemy here at home.
Rest in peace Frank. After all you've been through, you deserve some quiet time.
I hope this spotlight of attention will garner me more views, votes, and reads. I wish myself good luck on my story and thank you to everyone who reads, votes, and comments on my story.
A vote for my story is a vote for America and a vote for freedom.
"God bless America.
andtheendalmost 14 years agoAuthorSuck jobs?
Are you serious?
Thank you so much for telling me. All this time I've been blowing on cocks, when I should have been sucking on them. Duh!? Now it all makes sense.
Well, that's a relief. I won't be needing that oxygen tank now. I was always so out of breath after making love to my boyfriend.
Actually, you should see me blow out the candles on my birthday cake. I blow the thing clear across the table. Boy, do I have a set of lungs from giving so many blowjobs instead of suck jobs.
Thanks again,
Susan
Anonymousalmost 14 years agoWhy do you call them 'blow jobs' when they're actually 'suck jobs'? I never could understand that.
abroadswordalmost 14 years agoIt's a great story, and has a happy ending, I don't know if that's good or not because I struggle with endings and my stories all too often end with the hero getting married but hey what the heck yours ws great, and I never suspeced the author was a Girl, well I suppose you must be to be married to a marine, just one complaint, you could have spread the last few lines out over about three more chapters. I'd like to read how Frank cleaned up his neighbourhood
CarBuffStuffalmost 14 years agoFrank could have been a guy I know. The description is uncanny.
I always enjoy your stories. You develop your characters so well that I can see them. Boy, I'd hate to meet Frank in a dark alley that's for sure, but I wouldn't mind bumping into Robin.
Good luck in the contest, Sue.
Paul
