Hair To Stay Erotica

Carl left the office in a rush. He had a few errands left in the day and he wanted to finish early so he could catch the game on TV at 6. Getting into his Esacalde and feeling the air conditioning come on reliably gave some pleasure as his sweaty brow on this hot day had begun to drip. He stopped at the bank and made the deposits from renter’s checks, making a mental note to have his handyman check the air conditioning at all of his 134 units. Driving down Sepulvada, Carl pondered what he would do with his next visit.

Barbara Willingsly had been late yet again on her rent. This time, she was a month behind. As a truism in the business of rent collection, allowing her to go further behind could lead to disaster. Often, it was better to just evict them rather than face a continuing drama and a further slide into indebtedness. She could get herself into some bigass hole and never come out. He’d seen it before.

Oh, he knew her story. Both she and her old man had lost their manufacturing jobs at a microchip plant nearby. The company had transported the work over seas. The live in boyfriend, he knew from talking with her last month, had found a job at a local bottling plant as a driver, working hideously long hours for not much pay. They had gotten themselves into a pickle. Carl approached the apartment complex and sighed. “Fuck it, I think I’ll just boot them.”

Walking up to the door, Carl rang the doorbell. The door swung open soon thereafter, Barbara’s smiling face turning to a more serious look as she recognized her visitor. “Oh, hi Carl, won’t you come in?” she asked, opening it wider and walking in front of him to the living room. “Can I get you a beer?”

“No thanks, Barbara.” She settled in next to him on the big couch. She wore a skirt and buttoned down blouse. Crossing her legs, Carl was reminded how he had admired her from behind on more than one occasion, her long legs and nicely protruding and shapely ass were definitely eye candy. He had also noticed once long ago, she did not shave her armpits. In fact, her tufts of brown hair under her pits were fairly substantial, nestled in as they were around two very shapely tits. Oddly enough, Carl thought her armpit hair looked somehow sexy, actually.

She began to speak but Carl cut her off. “Barbara, I’m going to have to evict you.” He saw her eyes water up, but he knew better than to get too sympathetic.”You knew the rules and you are far too behind. I’ll give you to the end of the month to pay your back payments of you’ll have to leave.” He watched as she looked lost in thought. “I’m sorry.”

Barbara raised her head, looking at him directly. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” Her dress had ridden up her thigh and he could swear he’s seen it lower moments ago. She was good, Carl thought to himself. He had a couple images flit across his consciousness but cast them aside.

“Barbara, money talks. I’m afraid it’s bad business letting you stay.” He rose to his feet as she looked up. As he did, Barbara leaned forward and placed her hand squarley on his crotch.

“Are you sure, Carl?”, she asked again, her big brown eyes looking large as silver dollars, her stare one of real meaning. She moved her hand now, running up against his cock, then softly grasping its outline. She moved it up and down, now gripping it through his pants. His cock swelled under her touch, a delicious sense of ownership hitting him at the same time. “I can make you feel very good, Carl. Will you let me?”, Barbara breathed, huskily. “I can do it any time you want, too,” she pleaded now.

Carl looked at her, his thought suddenly jumbled, overruled by pleasure and promise. He looked down as she continued looking up at him, her fingers now grasping the clip on his zipper. He felt it zip down and her hand reach inside, then force the front of his boxers down and gripping his pulsating cock. He stood, silently, as she pulled it out, releasing it completely from his clothing. It stuck straight out, bouncing on its own as she took a breath, gasping at its size. He watched as she licked her lips, adjusting her seating to face him more directly. She moved her face to his hard cock, but Carl put a hand down on her forehead, stopping her. She looked up, clearly shocked and disappointed.

“Take your clothes off,” Carl growled. “All of them.”

She obeyed, unbuttoning her blouse, opening it wide, then slipping it off her arms exposing her gorgeous D Cups, nearly spilling out of the bra. “Everything.” said Carl. She unhooked her bra, releasing a pair of gorgeous breasts. As she raised her arms to remove it, Carl once again beheld her underarms, fleecy and thick with hair. He reached down to touch it, moving his hand underneath her pits and twirled it, wonderingly, in his fingers. “I never thought armpit hair could be sexy, Barbara, but you have changed that,” he said. She smiled back up in reply and removed her skirt, then her panties. She them sat back, open, naked and giving him a view of her entirety, exposed and ready.

He looked at her unshaven muff, light brown with a thickly matted appearance. Suddenly it inflamed something primitive inside him and he reached down and ran his fingers through her mat. He felt her unshorn and fluffy cunt with gentle fingers, revelling in such a downy sexiness. Concentrated so on her pubic hair, he almost missed how wet she had gotten. Seeing a glistening inside her woolly, bewhiskered patch of snatch, he ran his fingers up her slit. Her response was electric. She started, surprised as he continued his violations. The heat from her muff was intense as he plied his hand there. He lingered, now knowing she was aroused more and more with each touch. He probed inside now, sticking a finger inside her hairy patch and getting a desirous moan, a pure hungry animal sound from his hairy slut which he knew meant ownership and hot sex for the asking.

“Suck my cock a while, Barbara.” he blurted out roughly and she flew to his cock. She began sucking him in rapid bobs, back and forth with it going deeper with every plunge of her hot face. Her sounds were loud and carefree, the sounds of gargling, of slurping as she sucked with what seemed to him to be a convincing display of passion. He moved over to the couch beside her, sitting down and her lips never left his hard cock.

“OK, enough!”, Carl said. “Lie back and let me watch you masturbate. Yes, dear, let me see you cum for me,” Carl said to her startled surprise. ” I want to see you cum”. Carl put a hand around his cock as he sat there, stroking idly, the other going under her arms, into that silky fleecy patch of arm pit hair that never failed to get a rise from him. As he stroked and twiddled her whiskered pits, he watched her closely as she played with herself for him.

“You’ll fuck me whenever I ask, Barb. You will come to my office if I want a quick blow job. If you’re late, I will evict you. If you don’t suck my cock when I ask, I will evict you. If you don’t fuck me, or diddle your hairy liittle pussy for me, I’ll fucking evict you. Is all this clear, my hot little muff slut?”

“Yes, Carl,” Barbara grunted, her finger now plunged inside herself. “I want to make you happy.” She kept her fingering up, buried inside her brown patch of gorgeous muff hair, so thick and now gleaming the the light of the fading sun, thick with juices and heat. “I want to so all those things for you.”

“Mmmmm, good girl. I’ll make a slut out of you yet.”

“Yes, Carl, I want that, I really do,” she panted now, close to orgasm. Carl watched this spectacle unfold, marvelling luxurously at the change from the from the remote and snooty MILF to this quivering and hairy mass of desire beside him, performing as he asked and clearly delighting in it.

“Cum, my hot little bitch, cum for me now, you fucking slut,” Carl demanded and, almost on cue, her legs slammed together, her body wracked in a torturous tightness as she came, her orgasm loud and intense. Her lips back, she rubbed her clit now harder, sinking into another world of pleasure, distant from this room as she came in torrents, her gorgeous hairy muff now drenched in juice. Carl watched as her spasms decreased, her sighs tiny and high voiced, shallowly breathing as she descended from her sexual plain. Carl grunted his pleasure.

“Now suck me,” Carl said. Barbara pulled herself up, her beautiful armpit hair also glistening now from her sweaty efforts. She silently slid over, leaning in, her breasts resting on a thigh and she opened her mouth, enveloping Carl’s rigid member. He pushed her farther down right away, jamming her lips against his own substantial pubic hair and held her. She stayed obediently, her tongue active under his cock. “Fuck, she loves this! This is going to be a good year!”