Brown Paper Fantasies

The Trampy Kind of Temptress Silence In The Cellar-2

Then, of course, he wouldn’t mind playing servant to this Paula’s fantasies—if it made her hot and a little bolder—as if she wasn’t already bold enough. He never understood why men wanted their women respectable; one step short of w***e was just fine for him. Maybe Bella taught him that, or just life and loneliness. But what seemed to matter most to him at times like this was getting naked with a woman, and a little more honest than he’d usually be. He could heal a hell of a lot of troubles in just one hour of making love.

Paula took him in her mouth almost like it was an obligation. Of course, any beautiful woman paying attention to his c**k was pretty amazing. But what he enjoyed most about her delicate blowjob was staring into her eyes as she looked up at him. The temptress was there, an Old World siren, and a slavish w***e. Then too, there was a vulnerable innocence in her expression, as though she wondered if she was good enough to please him.

“I suppose you’d like to put this sweet rod in my p***y?” she purred an invitation.

“I think that would be just fine,” he replied, lying back against the bed. She stripped him of his shirt, running her fingers through the hair at his chest; then tugged at his jeans till they dropped to the floor. She finally climbed back to this d**k with her p***y open for the impaling attack.

“Ooo, my, how full your are,” were her first words of satisfaction. There were many more. She was a vocal harlot, giving him advice as the f**k proceeded.

“Yes, yes more, on my clit, yes, rub that clit.” Her p***y shimmied down to the base of his shaft, hips moving catlike. Her eyes—when open enough for him to see—smoldered fiendishly. “You are perfect, Daniel Bogart.”

He was hardly doing anything at all, because Paula was the kind of woman content to do all the work, and in the process please his c**k with all her fancy gyrations. “More of that, yesssss, pound me harder.”

They rolled over with Paula on her back, her legs rising high, so Daniel finally put them to his shoulders and lunged into her groin. His c**k was deep in the pool of her p***y, hitting the end while she was asking for it harder. “Oh, yes, do me more, yesssss….”

A long stream of panting exclamations followed as his plunge into this salacious lady ended in a ripping finish. She ground into him and he into her as though they were one person, or perhaps missing pieces of the other reuniting. It was that way for him with other unbridled women like Paula Darnell. The instant of release and the few before were like seeing God in perfect Technicolor clarity—only to have that brief moment of truth unfocus as the orgasmic spasms dwindled away.

The exertion made him breathless, so that when a lucid Paula began to speak, he could hardly answer her.

“You were wonderful,” she declared the obvious in an enthusiastic measure. She kissed his cheeks and his eyes and finally his mouth.

“You don’t mind putting it in my ass, do you?” she asked next.

“Mind? Why would I mind that?” he managed to speak.

She snickered happily, as though she was already thinking of their next f**k while Daniel was still trying to grasp the meaning of this one. And yet, it was a comforting thought to know that he was in her future plans.

“My p***y likes dildos, vibrating ones, while I’m getting my ass end bathed with cream. Can you imagine that?” Her saucy blonde head nestled into the crook of his arm, her head resting on his shoulder. “And you can claw the skin and pinch my n*****s,” she turned again and stared directly at him, “and give my clit some nasty pain. I like it rough. Maybe later, you can tie me helpless and tease me with feathers.”

“I’ll do anything you want, Miss Darnell. Anything that makes you happy.” He was still too exhausted to think of s*x again, and his d**k was such a pale reflection of its previous erect state, he was almost embarrassed.

“Ooo, I do like inventive men. Maybe you could show me something new?”

“If you haven’t already seen it all.”

“How could anyone know everything there is to know about s*x? I think that’s one of the wonderful things about f*****g, it’s infinite in scope and mystery. It’s too bad people don’t enjoy it more—but then,” she sighed, “that just leaves more for me.”

Daniel didn’t understand her logic—suggesting that God passed around only so much s****l adventure, and if someone declined His offer, He passed it on to a more willing recipient.

Daniel and Paula Darnell had a long ten days in bed together—as often as they could manage. He even thought for a while that this woman was so perfect he could forget his other conquests—including his favorite, the sometimes elusive Bella Fauré. Paula Darnell was uncomplicated. She shot from the hip in matters of the heart, and in s*x, and in anything about life that mattered. She had strange theories, cures for everything, mothered him when they weren’t in bed, and otherwise seemed to consume his life. It was all so easy falling under the spell of her sassy hips and hot slut t**s. He still considered her mouth the center of her s****l self—her talk, her full lips, her smile and the way he could just stare at that mouth and never grow weary—which made it all the more interesting that she wasn’t as good with a blow job as she was with her cunt.

About her ass, however, she was the most anally extreme woman he’d ever met. Every other f**k included her back orifice in some way—and she was never tired of it, or too sore.

In the middle of their first night, she woke him from a brief nap about three o’clock. He was surprised that it hadn’t been sooner, but they talked for sometime and both fell asleep. That was all right with him, his d**k would have more sass after a little more time between bouts with Paula’s eager body. It was possible that she would be too exhausting for him, but he wasn’t going to worry about that just yet.

While still sleeping, he felt her ooze over his skin, waking him with a smile and those passionate lips kissing his.

“My ass, darling Daniel. You said you’d take my ass.”

She stroked his d**k with one hand while the other ran its way along the curve of his chin. She was more ready than he was, but his erection blossomed quickly, as his mind caught up to Paula and her p***y. Every time her hand drew the foreskin back, his p***s jerked, and a surge of blood stiffened the shaft.

“Oh, you’re doing just fine. How about you take a look at your hungry target?” she offered.

Without getting his agreement, the lovely blonde swirled around on her hands and knees so he could see her ass. For a few minutes she knelt upright on the bed, and squeezed the skin of her cheeks. Then slapping the pale surface with the palm of her hand, the pink of it brightened.

There was a fight inside her he could sense by her agitated state. Soon, she dropped to her hands and knees and picked up the dildo. While she waved her ass before his eyes, she wet the pale-colored plastic with her tongue and then poked her anus with the thick round end. Inch by inch, the scalloped probe slipped inside her channel, each inch buried deeper, he heard her groan, half from pain, half from pleasure.

“More, Paula,” he took command. Daniel’s voice seemed to rise above her silently speaking master, and she obeyed. “Push it further until it’s all the way in. That right.” There was just an inch to go and that last slipped easily inside. “Now, f**k yourself.”

As Daniel jacked his d**k in preparation for assaulting her rear door, he viewed her randy ass f*****g the dildo just like she’d screw his c**k. Her cheeks seemed fatter than ever, two plump mounds of flesh he couldn’t wait to squeeze again. She was begging for more, as though she was a bottomless pit of horny need driving itself to whatever raunchy end took place. The extent of her insolent display amazed him. He watched her plunge the rod deep, then withdraw it, her groan as agonized as the sound of her protests when she spanked her ass.

Eyes glued to the show, he wondered if he was man enough or c**k enough to satisfy the this horny babe. And yet he didn’t consider his dilemma long. By instinct, he knew it was time to end the exhibition and get on with what she needed most.

Rising to his knees behind her, he pulled the dildo out, and then twice shoved it hard into her ass only to withdraw it slowly as she gasped. She was almost too far-gone to know what was happening. A third time he shoved the plastic prick to the hilt, and withdrawing it fast, he replaced it with the head of his c**k. He wasn’t used to attacking an ass with the kind of eagerness this woman demanded. Most women who want back door pleasure, want it slowly, in measured increments, in the same slow way this one had first inserted the dildo. But Paula Darnell was ready for the final result. Her hole was open, wanting. Everything about her encouraged exactly what he gave her. She was less vocal during this kind of s*x, but when she spoke, the message was clear. “Rape it baby, do it some harm…” Then she drifted off.

Almost as rudely as Daniel had f****d her cunt, he f****d Paula’s ass. Like a battering ram driving to open the portal wider and deeper, he thrust to gain territory no man had reached—though he’d never know if he accomplished that feat. It was merely what he was thinking about as he attacked her. He would have liked to have extended the moment into twenty, thirty, a good hour’s worth of screwing, but he wasn’t that long lasting, nor Paula able to maintain the momentum that long. Besides, his c**k was ready after a good ten minutes of passionate action. Later—several days after the screw—he’d wonder what would have happened if he’d gone on longer. He decided that he might have died on the spot, and she with him, some stranger finding them still locked in battle position with his numb and decaying erection in her ass.

He liked the picture that ended the moment much better. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, a now silent Paula having become like a happy child in his embrace.

It was never as good with Paula Darnell after that first night, but it was good enough for ten days of fast screwing Daniel would never forget. They invented a few new things that gave their s*x life more spice, but it was the basics of cunt and ass that satisfied them most.

There were the pictures he’d pull from his pocket months later to stir his remembrances on a lonely night. He liked the impromptu photo sessions on the beach; the poses, the impudence, her cocky laugh, and the non-stop talk that sometimes left him exhausted.

But, like a wound up clock that finally winds down, their affair was over. He’d seen signs of it on the ninth and tenth days, but it still came as a surprise, when she put their inevitable demise into words. She was sitting on the apartment porch when he sauntered happily up the walk. He’d had two base hits that day in a winning effort and was feeling pretty good. She’d watched from the first through the ninth, and he wondered why she walked home without him. Of course, that could have been for many reasons. But seeing her rocking in her neighbor’s rocking chair, there was the hint of change in the air, bringing with it a fear he’d felt before.

“My, Daniel Bogart, you were one of the best I’ve ever had,” she said right off.

“Thanks.” He sat on the ledge of the brick wall that framed the porch.

“You know what I think of endings?” she asked, looking quite pensive for the ordinarily flippant Paula Darnell.

“No, I don’t.” He knew it was over, and didn’t want to stay for the painful goodbye, but there was no way to gracefully leave this woman without hearing her last quirky theory about life and love.