Hair To Stay Erotica

Another day at the Intergalactic Slave Quarters finally completed, I take my jumbled nerves and seriously atrophied body down to Jake’s Pub for some serious libations. Life in the cubicle forest has become something more than a chore. It is eating my soul like a pirrhana on methadrine, I swear. How I long for those days when I was a campus stud, the athlete with attitude raising fans to their feet as I plunked another couple of points for good old Cornell University. I do regret leaving those days behind some days. It’s as if I paid in innocence for leaving college and fulfilling the historical chain of events. The contrast is depressing now.

Upon entering Jake’s, I hear the comfortable roar of the denizens there accomplishing the downing of microbrews amid their raised voices and hearty laughs. The comfort of it all is refreshing, warm and somehow also erotic. Jake’s has been the scene of more than a few original meetings which led to some amazingly steamy relationships with what I now consider to be a roaring inchoate jungle of hungry female libido’s. By this time, accomplished Casanova that I like to believe I have become, that jungle has become easy to pluck. Without arrogance, I can honestly say that I feel I could seduce just about any of the gals in here, and have them in mortal sexy embrace within 30 minutes. I have been applying the term “sluts” to almost all females for months now in my heart. So far, it has fit perfectly.

“Well,” I laugh to myself, wryly “at least I have that going for me.” Today frankly, a Friday, my senses feel particularly tingly. My neurosis seems a fiat accompli and I could use some serious relief. I wave at a table of good friends, order my Ichtysaurus Pale Ale and move to join them.

I navigate the jumbled tables and the mass of humanity tiptoeing through hazards galore lightly when I feel a warm pressure on the front of my pants. It stops me and I look down at a pair of gorgeous big green eyes, gorgeously full red hair and the smiling visage of Collette, one of my earlier “conquests”. Collette was most notable for having the hairiest single patch of golden red pubic hair I have ever seen. I recall her delight in how turned on I had gotten over the soft little mess between her legs and the amount of time I had spent just admiring and servicing her hot wet hairy pussy with my fingers and tongue. She also squirmed a lot. I think she liked it too..

“Hey, Collette!” I stammer out loudly and clumsily, surprised and stunned by the forwardness of wearing this hand, still, on my front. “Is there something you want?”, I smile devilishly.

“And what makes you think that?” she replies, rubbing without embarrassment in full view of the crowd at hand. My cock begins an awakening within her rather bold yet warm touch and I feel the room get many degees warmer. I look down without comment, watching her, seeing where this will go. Her hand continues its ministrations over my cock. She has a hypnotized gaze. This could get out of hand, I suddenly realize, and, releasing her grip, I kneel beside her more privately.

“I saw you come in, David”, she leans in and whispers into my ear. “I was glad you came this way.” Smiling, she reaches down to touch me yet again, lingering yet again and rubbing my cock, now fully hard under my Dockers. “You feel absolutely edible, David. I need to suck a cock. Will you let me?” Her breath was literally molten, hot in my ear as she spoke and her hand now managed to grip the outline of my erection, squeezing and kneading it. Frankly, it was driving me a bit nuts.

Seeing an open chair beside her, I moved to sit in it, pulling it close. Her hand reluctantly parted ways with my dick but it resumed its position as soon as I settled in. She was right. She needed one.

“My gorgeous Collette, I would be delighted to offer my services immediately were it not for the fact that my place is miles away and this is an offense punishable by an “86″ at our friend Jake’s?”, I tell her, still smiling, her hand yet more invasive but always moving over my expanding cock. She is definitely focused! It is now getting almost uncomfortable. I can’t help but slide my own hand under her short skirt as we sit, moving it over the amazingly soft skin of her inner thighs. I leave it there, carressing gently as she exhales, her breath so near as she leans close, yet again.

“Let’s go next door,” she pants, referring to the porn parlor and arcade. “I’ve always wanted to go there with a man.”

“Fuck, hon,” I whisper, “let’s go.”

Without ado, we leave hand in hand. Not talking, we enter the new, rebuilt premises of “Suzie’s”. Looking around, still hand in hand, we locate the arcades to the rear. Looking lost, Collette looks around the gathered mass of mostly males and blushes. They are all looking at her directly. “Oh my God, David, they’re all looking at me.”

“Collette,” I laugh, “This is a porn parlour. Of course they are. They all want you, my dear.”, I whisper in her ear. Her hand travels up my arm, gripping me tightly.

“God, this is fucking hot”, she pants. “Come on, I want your cock. I’ve never felt this naughty, ever. I am so freaking wet now. I want to suck you.”

We pass the mass of men and venture back, finding the arcade area. I quash my hatred of cubicles and open the door to an empty one, to the rear. Opening the door, I allow her to pass first. She stands, awkwardly as I reach for my wallet to push a 20 into the slot. As I reach back, her hands are at my zipper. In a trice, I feel my pants slip to the floor, joined by my boxers. Before I even look down, I feel her lips tight around my semi erect dick. I stand there watching the movie, another blowjob, run on the TV. Collette’s gorgeous red locks I see going back and forth, actually choking herself, sputtering, with her immediate deep throating urgency. I reach down into her hair and pull her head back, looking up at me now helplessly. unable to speak. “Get out of your things, Collette.” I demand. I go to the seat, removing my pants as she strips, her hairy tush so visible and sparkling from her own moisture in the glare of the TV. I reach for her moist pubes, caressing her gorgeous red hair, so startlingly attractive at her pussy. I slide a finger in as she removes her bra and she lets out a loud moan. I then slide in two. She stands there, riding my hand for moments, her hairly pussy hot with primal urges. I have rarely if ever seen such an attractive hairy pussy. I can’t take my eyes off it but Collette’s own urges have prioirty.

“Sit back, David.” she says, finally and she gets to her knees. Her head bends over as she mouths my hard cock. She looks up, almost pleadingly, her mouth completely engorged, smiles briefly and then bends to her task. She takes my cock completely down her hot throat and stays there with it throbbing inside her. Her eyes once again search out mine as I gauge the white hot heat coming from her body, her passion. Suddenly, she throws herself into her sucking, mouthing it deliciously, savoring it, pooping her lips together when she takes her mouth off me, then plunging back again.

It is just too much. I feel my balls collecting density as the cum awaits its release. My cock feels like some garden hose, sucked on by an alien species, devouring it and milking me insanely. I experience some sort of epiphany about the heat of a hot woman as I feel her sensing my impending eruption. Neither she nor I can control what is to come. We are both on another stratosphere, wildly urgent, wildly wanton now.

I explode in her mouth. My cum hits the back of her throat with power and she gargles and represses a choke by swallowing, then gulping harder. I keep erupting cum, my cock almost electric now, exploding and feeling like the center of the universe. She gulps, her face contorted from the sheer volume as she gulps it all down. Her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, a small bit drips off her chin an down over her heaving boobs onto her red mat around her pussy, an almost perfect shot. Her red pubes glisten now more and I find a remarkable hidden resource that keeps my cock incredibly distended, hard as a rock still even though my cum is virtually exhausted. Her lips continue a feverish sucking, now cleaning me, sucking and milking any remaining manna for our poor out-of-control cumslut. As I lean back, I notice something odd. Our side wall of this cubicle has what looks to be a hard cock poking through some hole I had overlooked, I guess, before. Indeed, as my eyes focus more, there it is. A fucking cock, poking through the wall!

Looking to my left, I notice yet another small hole in the wall and a very definite eyeball, looking directly at us. Suddenly I realize we are visiting a “gloryhole” arcade, something I had only read about. “Fuck” I thought to myself. “This is real!” I begin laughing.

“What?” asks the ever obedient Collette, her lips kissing my dick, then licking me as she asks.

“Look here,” I point. She reluctantly gets off my cock and stares, wordless for a full minute. The cock shakes as if embarrassed at the attention. Collette is visibly stunned. I watch her adjust to this company as the thoughts cross her face visibly. She stares at this thing, this human piece of man meat, there for the taking. I chuckle some, then manage to say “Well, still hungry Collette?” She looks up at me, her face a dance of emotion, unblinking but not talking.

“God dam, David, did you know this was here?” She smiles, however, belying her seeming outrage. I ponder all this and suddenly know what she will do.

“Feel it, Collette, you hot slut. You know you want to.”

“Yes”, she says whisperingly and reaches a hand out. She grips it gently, massaging it. She looks helplessly back at me. “I want it.” She grips it tighter and her hand becomes more insistent. Suddenly, looking at me, she turns and outs her lips close. She smells it and a moan escapes her lips. She then sticks out her tongue. A voice comes from behind the wall, muffled but emphatic:

“Suck it, bitch, and suck it good.”

With a loud helpless moan, Collette opens her mouth and begins sucking this strange new cock. Her hand on it, the other goes to her hairy wet pussy. She is suddenly launched into a realm of sluttines she has never experienced. She sucks with passion, milking yet another hard cock, her hairy pussy as wet as an ocean. Moaning she complies with every demand from the voice next door. I watch, transfixed at her compliance and her eagerness to please a complete stranger.

“Lick my balls” comes with a compliant Collette doing just that. “Deepthroat me, you fucking hot slut” sees Collette collecting an amazing mouthful of cock, all the way, her lips settling on the wooden panel, the cock engorging her. “Staythere, bitch” sees her lips staying in place as I can see the cock pistoning in and out of her, going impossibly deep, faster and faster. I watch as a stream of cum fills her mouth, her cheeks amazingly distended and bloated as she begins swallowing this next load of hot male cum.

I then notice the other hole in the wall has a hand sticking from it, reaching across to the kneeling Collette and fingering her hairy snatch. I realize suddenly this has been happening for a while. Collette shivers as she cums herself for the uncountable time. Her red pubic matt now streams with wetness as her juices flash over the invading new friend. I run my own there as well, my own sense of abandon in full flight as we all contribute to Collette’s cock sucking epiphany.

Once again, I thank God for hairy pussies. Hers is special,. beyond a doubt, so red and beautiful. I suddenly want my face there, to experience it in it;s glory, to taste and lick it before the next batch of studs fuck it, which I realize is next.