DareToDream
Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2009
- Location
- East Coast of U.S.
Devon Monk left the bar with the woman at his side and headed across the gravel parking lot, the crunch of the stones loud in the night air. The woman staggered alongside him, held up more by his arm around her waist than anything. She reeked of alcohol and he knew that cocaine coursed through her system, but he didn’t care. The woman was hot no matter how wasted she was and he’d been banging her for a few weeks now. Devon was no saint, despite his last name, and had led a rebellious life so far. Picking up women had never been a problem for him, not with his good looks, fit body, and devilish smile. Standing at 6 feet tall, with curly brown hair and a brown beard and mustache, Devin looked pretty good for a man of 40 and he knew it.
Underneath his clothes was a body sculpted by construction work and gym workouts, his skin covered in tattoos that he’d gotten throughout his life. It was a combination that was a magnet for most women, this one included. He’d picked her up a few weeks back and had one wild night but it was the next morning before he realized just how lucky he’d been. When he’d rolled out of her bed and padded into her kitchen, a surprise awaited him. He’d learned that the woman had a daughter…two actually but only one of them was full grown. Oh yea, she was very much an adult, with curves that made his mouth hang open when she wasn’t looking. A spitting image of her mother, or at least an image of what her mother would have looked like before the drugs and alcohol ruined her, the girl was flat out beautiful in every way possible.
They’d had an awkward moment that morning, since apparently bringing strange guys home was something that happened most nights, but the more he came around, the more comfortable they seemed to become with one another. He was staying with the mother now more because he liked watching the daughter than anything else, though he also felt sorry for her young sister too. Devon may not have been perfect but he had his life together way more than their mother, that’s for sure.
Reaching the car, he opened it for her and got her seated and buckled in then moved around to the driver’s side. As he drove off, the woman reached over and undid his pants, pulling his cock out. “Baby” she slurred “I just can’t wait until we get home”. With that, she began to stroke him to hardness but with each movement of her hand, the image of her daughter was what he thought about. When her lips closed over him, he groaned softly and kept driving, finally pulling into her drive not to long after he came, filling her mouth, most of which she swallowed. Stopping the car, he pulled her out and carried into the house, the woman having passed out after giving him head.
As he walked through the entryway, he saw the daughter on the couch, watching tv, and smiled at her. “Hey” he said. “She’s had a bit too much so I’m going to put her to bed and then get something to drink. Let me know if you want any company.” As he headed towards the bedroom, he wasn’t aware that his fly was open or that he reeked of sex, but if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.
Underneath his clothes was a body sculpted by construction work and gym workouts, his skin covered in tattoos that he’d gotten throughout his life. It was a combination that was a magnet for most women, this one included. He’d picked her up a few weeks back and had one wild night but it was the next morning before he realized just how lucky he’d been. When he’d rolled out of her bed and padded into her kitchen, a surprise awaited him. He’d learned that the woman had a daughter…two actually but only one of them was full grown. Oh yea, she was very much an adult, with curves that made his mouth hang open when she wasn’t looking. A spitting image of her mother, or at least an image of what her mother would have looked like before the drugs and alcohol ruined her, the girl was flat out beautiful in every way possible.
They’d had an awkward moment that morning, since apparently bringing strange guys home was something that happened most nights, but the more he came around, the more comfortable they seemed to become with one another. He was staying with the mother now more because he liked watching the daughter than anything else, though he also felt sorry for her young sister too. Devon may not have been perfect but he had his life together way more than their mother, that’s for sure.
Reaching the car, he opened it for her and got her seated and buckled in then moved around to the driver’s side. As he drove off, the woman reached over and undid his pants, pulling his cock out. “Baby” she slurred “I just can’t wait until we get home”. With that, she began to stroke him to hardness but with each movement of her hand, the image of her daughter was what he thought about. When her lips closed over him, he groaned softly and kept driving, finally pulling into her drive not to long after he came, filling her mouth, most of which she swallowed. Stopping the car, he pulled her out and carried into the house, the woman having passed out after giving him head.
As he walked through the entryway, he saw the daughter on the couch, watching tv, and smiled at her. “Hey” he said. “She’s had a bit too much so I’m going to put her to bed and then get something to drink. Let me know if you want any company.” As he headed towards the bedroom, he wasn’t aware that his fly was open or that he reeked of sex, but if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.