Marilyn's a Working Girl
Keywords: Girl, a, Working, Marilyn's,
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She looked down at his baggy shorts and smiled. She could see the outline of his hard bulge in them, his dick clinging to his left thigh. She must have been turned on by this because she began moaning as she pinched her nipples, pushing the dildo deeper and deeper until her mouth until very little much but the base could be seen.
"Whoa..." Wicks said, no longer able to hide how impressed he was. He was really starting to regret not letting her touch him after seeing this. She continued to suck on the dildo, spreading her thighs a part until he could see the thin sliver of her panties snag between her glistening pussy lips. She pulled the material to the side and began to rub her hard clit, and soon she was moaning and groaning, lifting her hips to meet her fingers. She stared into his eyes intently and he knew that she wanted him badly, and that just the thought of him being there made her want to do these things to herself. Knowing this turned him on so much.
Slowly, she pulled the dildo out of her throat and from her lips, her red lipstick smearing purplish all over the turquoise jellied object. Threads of saliva snapped away from between the dildo and her mouth as she held it up for him to see. It was so wet, glistening with her spit; she had gotten it so deep. He could only imagine what she'd do to him if she had the chance.
She stood up and slipped her panties off revealing a smooth shaved cunt worthy of licking. He admired her body and how toned and smooth she was. She was thicker than his very slender fiancée who he teased often calling "string bean" just to get on her nerves. Her ass was cuppable and breasts full and delicious looking, the shape almost like apples. Inadvertently he licked his lips and she smiled, winking at him as she placed the tip of the dildo flush with her core.
She slid it in slowly, inch by inch, hissing and grunting. "Ooooh..." she said huskily, "Look at what you did..." she said, "made me all wet and horny...I wish it were you inside of me. Sure you don't want to change your mind?" He didn't answer as she began to pump her wet tightness with it. Wicks watched it slide all the way in, and then all the way out. He could see her juices running down the dildo. She was so wet. "What's your name?"
"Oliver," he said, almost wishing he had given her an alias.
"What do you do?" she asked.
"I'm a Marine."
She hissed upon hearing this, "I love Marines!"
She fucked herself slowly at first, but then picked up the pace. He felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his shorts, wanting so bad to be touched by a tongue, hand or pussy.
Cherries' breathing quickened, and her eyes fluttered open and close as if she wanted to keep watching him but could not control this basic reaction to her own lust. She began moaning louder and louder, biting her bottom lip and pulling at her hair. She was pounding the dildo inside of her and at the point of screaming when she said, "please, touch yourself for me!"
He didn't answer or make any movements.
"I'm begging you...please..." she squealed.
"Fuck it," he muttered, reaching into shorts and pulling out his very hard dick. He gripped it tightly and began pumping his veiny shaft as she shook and shuddered on the couch, juices running down her inner thighs, lips swollen and clit distended. He was so horny he had to stop himself from perching between her legs and licking her dry.
He felt his balls tighten as she called his name, "Oliver! Shit, jerk that dick for me Oliver!"
His hand went faster and faster, his face fraught with determination and flushing ruddy as she fucked herself too.
Soon she began squealing uncontrollably, "Oh God, here it comes!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing: juices began squirting out of her pussy as she pounded the dildo deep inside of her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body went stiff as wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure wracked her body.
Soon, he couldn't hold back either. Jerking his cock faster and faster, he exploded all over his hand, grunting and cursing as his balls emptied.
When he was done, so was she. She walked over to him and took his hand, kissing it, licking all of the white sticky cum off of his knuckles. "I hope this isn't cheating?" she asked coyly.
Walking out of the room, he felt light on his feet and the air had a dizzying surreal quality to it that he couldn't understand. The neon and strobe lighting, pounding bass of the music and naked women around him made him feel even more disoriented.
He sat back down with the guys unceremoniously, trying to avoid their gazes.
"Hey," Reynolds said, "he's back!"
The guys cheered him and begged for details but he avoided giving any. All he said was, "She's really good. Really good."
"Shit!" Mackie said, "I'm about to max out my credit card then!"
They all laughed but something didn't sit right with Wicks. He felt empty and disconnected from everything. Hollow. He looked around at all of the guys and decided he would leave. His friends reluctantly let him go and he made his way out of the door and to his car in the parking lot. As he was getting in he heard a voice call, "Wait!"
He stopped. It was none other than Cherries herself. She was dressed in the same white pair of shorts she wore earlier with a men's leather bomber jacket covering up her top half. He sighed, this girl really wasn't giving up.
"Listen," she said panting some, "I just want you to know that I really like you. And I know you're engaged but maybe we can get together and you know...hang."
Wicks shook his head and smiled. He knew that old line. He had used it long ago on girls who had boyfriends. All that meant was, if I can't have sex with you now, I'll get around to fucking you sooner or later, so we might as well get the ball rolling. She handed him her number on a card.
"Just think about calling me..." she said, "you seem really nice. At first I thought maybe you didn't like girls but I could see..." she said quickly glancing down at his crotch, "that you were very turned on earlier."
"I know that you could definitely tell," he laughed.
"But anyway," she said looking down shyly, "most of the scumbags I meet don't care who they have waiting at home. Whoever your girl is, she's real lucky."
He looked at the card. It had the address and name of the strip joint printed on the front, but "Samantha" scrawled curlicue style in blue ink on the back. He put the card in his pocket. "I'll think about it."
"Thanks!" she beamed. "Say, this is gonna be weird but...can I have a hug?"
He hesitated a little but then allowed himself to hug the sweet small girl who held him tightly as if she never wanted to let go.
"Okay," he said, "see you around."
He got into his car and drove off, leaving her standing there. He knew that look in her eyes. It was a desperation, a longing to "know" someone, to feel something real.
He knew it because he recognized the same look in his own eyes. But he knew that no matter what, he could never fill a void like the one she was looking to fill. There were people who were missing something from their life, and they desperately thought that they could find everything that they ever needed in one person. He couldn't be that one person right now, not for anyone.
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The next day was Saturday. Leese sat down in the backyard at the picnic table trying to do her homework though it was hard. The girls were playing yards and yards away with some of their friends, but the noise wasn't distracting, it was kind of soothing.
"Having fun?" a deep voice asked. She looked up and saw Oliver Wicks, in civilian clothes. He was wearing a charcoal grey hooded sweatshirt and a pair of long cargo shorts with sneakers. His closely cropped hair was freshly cut, and a dull brown. She stood up and asked, "What the hell Wicks?" She felt self-conscious in her tank top, shorts and flip-flops. She'd showered but had yet to dress. Her hair was still wet and piled up on top of her head in a curly poof. She thought she was alone with the kids. Jeffrey and Rita went on a day trip to L.A. It meant a lot to her that they trusted her to baby-sit.
"The door was open..."
"What were you doing coming through it?"
He made a feline like sound and formed his hand like a claw, scratching the air.
She rolled her eyes smiling, "Sorry but I wasn't expecting you."
"Oh, Greene didn't tell you?" he asked sitting down at the picnic table.
She looked at him suspiciously, "Tell me what?"
"I'm tutoring you now. So how about you sit down and let's get started?"
After a few minutes she relaxed and accepted the fact that Jeffrey had sent Oliver over to help her study. She excused herself and then went upstairs to put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. When she came back outside he had one of her textbooks open on the picnic table. He looked up at her baggy clothes and snickered.
"What?"
"Nothing." He said smiling as she sat down. "I didn't know you were so modest."
"It's cold out here."
"It's eighty-five degrees."
Leese spied Izzy yards away smiling and laughing, but when the little girl looked over at the house, the smile was replaced with a curious look. She saw Izzy walk over and tug at Chrissy's sleeve pointing and asking her something. Chrissy didn't look curious, just sort of suspicious.
Meanwhile Oliver was talking about something, but she wasn't really listening, just answering "Uh huh..." as she watched the girls stomp over wondering why they looked so determined.
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Keywords: Girl, a, Working, Marilyn's,