Chapter 2

Brittany opened the door to the bedroom since Mark had her in his arms and with one foot he pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom. Brittany was glad that Rosa had straightened up in there before she left for the day. Mark carried her over to the bedside and put her down on her feet.

Brittany stood there before him in her bra, panties, and heels, having left her dress downstairs on the living room floor where it fell off her. She stepped up to him and smiling she ran her hands over his wide chest. He still wore his t-shirt, but she could feel the muscles underneath as they rippled.

She moaned softly as she felt how well-built and muscular his chest was. She had only seen his bulging arms and she was eager to see more. She slipped her hands up under his shirt to feel his chest directly. He had just a hint of chest hair, unlike David, who could almost pass for a lowland gorilla! She had tried to get him to shave his chest but he just told her it would grow back thicker and denser.

“Please Mark, take off your shirt. I want to see you...”

“I have a better idea, Brittany, why don’t you take it off me?”

Brittany stood there for a few seconds biting her pink painted fingernail coquettishly. Then she started pushing the material slowly up his body, revealing a little at a time and getting more excited with every newly exposed inch. Once she had pushed his t-shirt up to his neck he went ahead and pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor out of the way.

“Oh, Mark ... I figured you had to be in good shape being an aerobics instructor, but oh my God!”

She ran her hands over his chest caressing it, kissing his broad powerful pecs and licking his nipples. He wrapped his arms around her letting her enjoy herself ... his turn would come.

“Oh Mark ... baby, I feel so safe in your strong arms ... I love when you hold me.”

He smiled. “Well, you feel pretty good yourself honey. Soft and warm and you smell wonderful!”

Then a thought came to her. “Mark, sweetheart, before we go any further I need to know something and it’s okay either way, but I just need to know going in ... is this going to be just an occasional fling or is it going to be more? I have been hurt a lot in the past making more out of relationships than I should have – hell my current marriage is a good example of that. So I need to know if you have any intention of going anywhere with this or if it’s just two people having a good time.”

“What would you like it to be?”

“Well I know we can’t promise anything, but I would like it to be something long term. I’m not saying marriage or anything, but I don’t want us to get involved and then you find someone else and I end up having to quit the gym because it hurts too much to see you.”

“Brittany, honey, I don’t have a girlfriend right now and I don’t have the time to go out to bar after bar looking for one. And I am not a hummingbird lover, flitting from one flower to the next. I am a one woman man. Now, you and I both know that there are more than a few women at the gym that would love to be in your place, but I’m not that kind of guy. When I take up with a woman, I see it through to the end. I am also not impressed with your money – if I wanted to be a gigolo or a ‘kept man’ I would date several rich women.

“So I guess I will answer your question this way ... I will be yours for as long as you will have me. I like it in this town and I love my job at the gym. I love having you there too. So I don’t want anything to change any of that. Okay?”

“Yes! Oh yes, Mark, I would love that! I was so afraid that with all the other women that go to the gym you would be one of those ‘players’ that doesn’t want to stick with any one woman but wants to play the field. I am so glad you aren’t like that!”

Mark chuckled. “No, honey, I can only keep one girl in line at a time – juggling woman and trying to keep them out of trouble is more bother than it’s worth!”

“Well I will try to stay out of trouble as much as possible, then. I don’t want to cause you more bother than I’M worth!”

“Oh, don’t worry ... if you get out of line, I will just turn you over my knee and spank that pretty little ass good and proper!”

“Oooh, you promise?”

“Yeah, I can see we are going to work together just fine!”

Brittany looked up into his ice blue eyes ... eyes she wanted to plunge headlong into and happily drown in. She gave him a little smile then began to slide down his body like he was a firepole, sinking to her knees in front of him. Then she began working his belt and pants, looking up at him from time to time to see him watching her every move.

Quickly she had his pants undone and she began pulling them down slowly. As his cock came into view she got her first look at the “exercise equipment” Mark had brought with him.

She looked up again with a bigger smile this time and then pulled his pants down to his knees with a sudden jerk. Mark’s semi-hard cock popped out at half staff, the tip pointed right at her, as if daring her to take it into her mouth.

Brittany gasped when she saw Mark’s cock. “Oh my God, Mark! Oh baby, I knew you were in good shape, but I never knew you were in THIS good of shape!”

“See something you like, do you?”

“Mmmhmm...”

“Well, far be it from me to refuse a hungry woman! You are hungry aren’t you, Brittany?”

“I am starving, baby!”

“Then be my guest! Enjoy yourself, my dear!”

Brittany didn’t need to be asked twice. Her eyes dropped almost instantly to the massive cock in front of her. Mark was indeed well hung, sporting a fat eight inch cock and a pair of cum-laden sperm sacks the size of ping pong balls underneath. She could hardly wait to get that meatstick into her hot, hungry mouth. It had been entirely too long since she had last gagged on a hard fat cock and she was way overdue.

But such a natural wonder needeed proper homage paid to it first. One didn’t just gobble it down like a hot dog at an eating competition! Brittany started at the base just above the start of his nutsack licking her way up the shaft in long slow licks using the flat of her tongue. She liked the salty taste and the musky smell of his sweat ... it was a powerful aphrodisiac.

She inhaled his scent deeply as if she wanted to always remember the smell of his crotch. She committed the smell to her memory even as she continued to lick her way around his beefy cock.

Once she had gone completely around the girthy shaft, she used the tip of her tongue to circle just under the rim of his mushroom cap. Then she ran her tongue over the head of his cock and poked into the peehole teasingly. She ended her “introduction” with a kiss to the tip of his cock and looked up.

With a mischievous little smile, she put her lips to his cock. She kept her eyes locked on his as she parted her lips slightly and began to push down on his cock, letting it slowly enter her hot, wet mouth.

Mark let out a groan of approval as he felt her take his hard cock into her mouth. She slide slowly down remembering fondly the time she had given other lovers the same pleasure. Brittany may have been a bit out of practice, but she was far from untrained in the art of pleasing a man.

She knew there are certain things a man likes and she made sure to hit as may of them as she could. Once she had taken him well into her mouth, she began bobbing up and down the shaft, slowly at first but increasing her speed with each pass. Soon she had established a good rhythm and using her hand in a twisting motion following her mouth added a pleasant extra touch to her work.

She bobbed up and down like this for a couple minutes but there was something else about cocksucking she really wanted to try again: deepthroating. She used to LOVE taking her man deep into her throat and seeing how far she could get him down her throat. She wondered if she still had the knack.

Brittany pushed down until she felt him at the back of her throat and almost gagging her. She swallowed a couple times to open her throat then, on the third swallow, she pushed down quickly to get the head past her gag reflex and from there it was a simple matter of sliding down until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She held him there for a moment or two and then pulled him back out, gagging a bit on the extraction.

“Oh shit, Brittany! That was incredible! None of my past girlfriends could get me that far into their mouths!”

Brittany smiled at the compliment. “I love deepthroating. I especially love gagging on a guy’s cock – it makes me feel so cheap and slutty! Like I’m nothing but a back-alley whore.”

“So you like being a whore and a slut do you?”

“Oh God yes! I love it when I’m made to feel like I’m nothing but a cum dump ... just something to be used to get a man off. Like I’m a living fuck doll.”

“Interesting...”

“Yeah, David used to try, bless his heart, but he was just too soft and sweet. He couldn’t get to the gruff, raw, vulgar attitude it takes to make it real for me.”

“Well, if that’s what gets you all hot and horny, I guess I’ll have to make you my whore then!”

“Oh, yes! I would love to be your whore, baby! Please, please make me your dirty, slutty, whore tramp! Use me and make me do all sort of filthy, degrading things! Oh God, I am dripping just thinking about it!”

“Then we should get started before you get dehydrated!” He pulled her to her feet and backed her up until her legs were against the mattress, then he gave her a little push and she fell back onto the bed, giggling.

“Now let’s see about that dampness problem you seem to have in the basement shall we?” He pushed her legs apart and got between her knees. “Hmmm, yes I can smell the humidity down here. You definitely have a leak someplace!”

“Do you think you can find it?” she said, her breathing becoming labored as her smoldering fire burst into flame.

“Well, let me have a look around...” With one hand on each side of her pelvis, just to the sides of her slit, he used one thumb to rub the front of her panties right over her leaking pussy. He rubbed hard enough to make sure she felt it, made obvious with her moaning.

“Oh God, Mark! Yes! Rub that slutty, leaky pussy! Ohhh fuck that feels so nice!”

After a few moments of moaning and squirming he stopped. “Yes, Mrs. Ferguson, I think I see the leak. It’s completely soaked down here ... I’m going to have to take a better look!” Mark took hold of the waistband of her lace panties and pulled them over her hips and down her long legs until they went past her feet, still wearing her heels, and off her legs. He set them aside and went back to between her legs.