Page 31 of Perverted Fantasies

“I think that was fucking incredible,” Greg replied, still trying to recover. “But I have to admit, I’m glad it’s over.”

“Fair enough,” Hailey said. “But the real question is: would you do it again?”

“In a heartbeat,” Greg said. Then, thinking better of it, he smiled and added, “Although I might have to let my asshole heal for a day or two.”

Hailey laughed. “I hear you there. And I might have a solution for you.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Well, maybe while your asshole it recovering, I’ll let you do to me what I just did to you.”

“You’d do that?”

“Fuck yeah,” Hailey replied. “After all, I follow the g

olden rule. Don’t do to others what you won’t let them do to you. Or something like that.”

“Close enough,” Greg said. “So what do you say? Tomorrow night?”

“Same time, same place,” Hailey said. “Minus the bar, of course. Just bring a few bottles of red wine over here and we’ll get drunk and do it all over again.”

“Except we switch places,” Greg reminded her.

“Of course,” she said. “As long as you promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“That you fuck my ass as hard as I fucked yours tonight.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Greg said. “I’m going to give you a reaming you won’t forget.”

“I sure hope so, my friend. I sure hope so.”

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GETTING OWNED BY THE FREAKY BABE

I was minding my own business at the end of the bar, enjoying the scenery and my beer when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was completely different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that populated the bars out here in Southern California. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.

We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.

It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.

As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.

She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.

As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.

Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.

It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.

“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

“Not bad,” I replied.

“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.

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