Over the Waterfall

(Warning: First, we have to fuck an ugly chick. I’m sorry, but try and get through that part, then it gets better! We go to a strip club! This one’s pretty short, hope you enjoy it.)


Over the Waterfall



– – – 6 Months Ago – – –

“Mr. Adams… Mr. Adams?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Mr. Adams, we just need your signature right here.”

Done. Signed. Sealed. Divorced.

Well, there went 24 years. My wife and I waited until the kids finished college, at least. Very amicable. We just split right down the middle. Of course she also got the guy from Newport Beach with Ferraris and a massive house. I got a little apartment in San Jose. Whatever.

– – – 5 Months Ago – – –

“Mr. Adams.”

“Yes?” Oh God. It was what’s-her-face from Internal Audit. Ming Nguyen. She raked me over the coals last audit. The next audit is months away, what’s she doing here? She’s not my favorite person. Actually, she’s nobody’s favorite person.

She closed my office door. Great. It’s so bad we can’t let anyone else hear.

“Mr. Adams,” her ugly mouth said again. She’s not a pretty woman. “I understand you are divorced.”

Uh… what the hell? “Right, about a month or so.”

“And you don’t have a new girlfriend yet.”

How the hell does she know? And… why would she ask me that? “Uh… no… been kinda busy.” Hey, I’m never too busy to get laid, just am in a bit of a rut.

“You need to have sex.”

“Well now, wait a second! What the hell are you talking…”

“Mr. Adams, I don’t have a husband, or a boyfriend. I don’t want one.” Well, that’s great to know, I guess. She continued on, “What I do need, Mr. Adams, is sex, from you, with the utmost discretion.”

Right… You know how some Asian women are just cute as a button? Or even if they aren’t that cute their little bodies just look like they need sex? Yeah, well, Ming isn’t one of those. She’s short, kinda wide but not fat, just wide, no visible tits, ass is… well it rates about a 4 and that’s her best feature.

“You need sex, from me.”

“Yes. I am very good in bed. We won’t kiss. We won’t cuddle. You will just fuck me and do whatever else you want. You won’t call me the next day. We won’t have a relationship. We will just fuck.”

“…uh…” Well, I am in a bit of a dry spell…

“No repercussions if you say no. No repercussions if we do this and you want to stop. But you can fuck me any way you like and I will eat all your cum.”

“I don’t know…” But she’s pretty ugly…

“You will put on whatever porn. I don’t care. You will just fuck me for at least 10 minutes.”

I looked out the window. I don’t even know what to think, really. This is the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.

“I need an answer, Mr. Adams. 60 seconds.”

I rubbed my chin.

“Anything I want?”

“I already said that.”

“No strings?”

“None. 30 seconds.”

hmmm…

“What the hell. My place. Thursday. 10 pm.”

“You will have a glass of good, chilled chardonnay ready for me.”

– – –

I thought about that for the next two days. So fucking weird. And she’s so ugly. So come Thursday, I started drinking beers sometime after nine. I thought maybe I could drink her pretty.

Right at the stroke of ten, there’s a knock on my door. I open it, and immediately thought, I shoulda had more beers. She isn’t pretty yet.

Ming charges into my apartment. No greeting, no nothing. She’s wearing an overcoat and flat shoes.

“I don’t see my wine.”

“I wasn’t sure if you were really coming or not.” No response. No small talk. No smile.

I pour a glass of cold Kendall-Jackson.

“I didn’t know you were so cheap.”

“This is $12 a bottle! It’s good stuff!” It was my normal wine. I normally drink beer or vodka, but this was good too.

“That’s a chintzy pour.” Christ, what a bitch! I poured more.

She lifted the glass and swigged all 8 ounces of the white wine. Jesus, I’ve never seen anyone do that before.

Then she took off her overcoat and, to my surprise and somewhat to my disdain… she had nothing on under it. Not a stitch. She did have some rather ugly birthmarks on her right side, and her anti-tits had these knobby nipples. I call them anti-tits because they were everything a tit isn’t. Like, there’s no flesh. None.

At least her pussy was shaved.

She dropped her overcoat on the kitchen floor at my knees. Then she knelt down, and unzipped my jeans. Rather expertly, she found her way through my underwear and pulled out my extremely flaccid cock.

She put the whole thing in her mouth. Now, I’m kind of a “grower, not a show-er”. Meaning, my cock is pretty small when it’s not erect. But when the blood flows, it gets to 7 inches and is nice and thick. But at this point, it was about 3 inches, maybe…

She pulled back and said “Your cock tastes terrible.” And she sucked it back into her mouth and worked it with her tongue.

Stunned, I was like what the fuck, bitch? But… ya know… a warm mouth on your cock can do things. And things started happening, a little bit.

“It’s about time. Put on some porn and get it harder.”

Jesus, but yeah, let’s get this fucker warmed up because I want to jam it down her throat.

I turned and walked to my bedroom and switched on the big flatscreen. It’s hooked up to my laptop. I went to one of my favorite free video sights, and searched for ‘cum on big tits compilation’. I picked the first one and set it to play.

It’s one I’ve seen before, but always gets me going. It’s basically short scenes edited together, guys are either tit-fucking or just jerking themselves and shooting cum onto large breasted girls. Nothing wrong with that, right? Plus, these were mostly American girls with nice bodies and pretty or at least tolerable faces, unlike my little Asian gem I’ve got.

I stripped and sat on the edge of the bed. Ming the Merciless (she has pictures of him in her office, really) sucked my cock with much more vigor. My beers kicked in, I relaxed watching chicks getting cumshots on their nice tits, and my little friend down there grew into my big friend.

When it got fully hard, I stood up. Ming started to get up too, but I grabbed her by her ugly head and put her mouth back on my cock. Then I started to face-fuck the bitch.

To her credit, Ming took it full force. My balls slapped her ugly chin and she took all of it. Tickling her throat, I pinched her nose. Finally, she had to withdraw for air. She took two deep breaths and dove back on my cock. Well holy shit. She’ a fucking trooper!

“Get on the bed, all fours, facing the TV.”

“Fuck you, dumbass.” But she got right in that position, quickly, I might add.

With no courtesy, I got behind her, grabbed my slimy cock and shoved it up her cunt. Full length up her Chinese twat. Or Vietnamese twat. Who cares. Ming let out this weird grunt, then starting grunting in rhythm as she rocked back and forth with my hard strokes.

You know, all women make different noises when they make love. But there’s a certain similarity to them also. There’s moaners, screamers, the “oh yes” girls, the “fuck fuck fuck” girls, you know what I’m saying. But I discovered a new type of girl that night. Pig girl. She fucking grunted like a pig. I don’t mean ‘oink oink’, but she grunted and snorted and I didn’t know what else to call it. Jesus Christ.

I grabbed her by her ugly thighs and pulled for more penetration. Her fucking cunt is tight enough for Jesus, though, and sopping wet. I almost want to eat her out. Then I look in the wall mirror and see her face, and I quickly dismiss the idea. Shuddering, I quickly looked back at the big screen just in time to see Gianna Michaels take a cum shot to her tit with her mouth right there. The guy shot across her nipple into her mouth. She swallowed that down, then sucked the cum off her nipple. Jesus, why didn’t SHE come to my office a couple days ago? Instead I got this ugly fucker.

“You fuck like an old man,” pronounced Ming the Mercilessly Ugly.

Jesus, you know, all she’s done since she got here is insult me. I reached around to grab her tits and then remembered she didn’t have any. I pulled on her knobby nipples, though, hard. That got a different grunt out of her. But… I didn’t know if it was a pleasure grunt, a pain grunt, or an I might take a shit grunt.

“You have tits like an old man,” I replied. She rocked back and forth harder into my thighs, plunging my raging cock deeper into her vagina.

I started to sweat pretty good at this point. Maybe I need to work out more. Maybe I need to fuck more. I slapped her ass a few times. Got some hard grunts for that. I slapped her knobby nips some more and got even louder grunts. Girl cream ran down her legs onto my sheets.

I pulled out of her and told her to suck it. She did with lightning speed. I let her lick and suck me clean of all her pig-cunt juices, then face-fucked her again. I don’t know how she held up, my cock was just a blur going in and out of her mouth. I pulled her by her hair and fucked her mouth harder.

Her tongue formed a cool groove for me, and I felt my orgasm approach. It came on quickly and I didn’t give her any warning. Just BOOM! and my cock exploded into her mouth, down her throat. I held her head close so none of it would spill and I emptied it all down her throat.

I fell back onto the bed, covered in sweat.

“Your cum tastes like shit. And you owe me two more minutes of fucking. I said ten minutes.”

Now, there have been times where I’ve cum several times in one session. But that was with my wife when we were seriously hot and heavy. My wife was beautiful with a great body. We would fuck for hours. In the old days, of course.

I looked at Ming the Pig Grunter. “That’s all I’ve got. Finish your self if you want to.”

She lay back on the bed and proceeded to finger fuck herself furiously, all the while saying “fucking asshole… dickhead… American pig…” just insulting everything about me. After about a minute, she arched up, and Squirted straight up into the air! Jesus I had only seen that in movies. She shot three or four squirts straight up, which fell back onto her puss, chest, even her face. Some sprinkles came my way. Smelled kind of like pee.

“I could squirt on you.” Wow. That was the nicest thing I think she ever said to me.

“Do that, and I’ll kick you in the face. You already messed up my whole fucking bed.”

She got up and went to the door. She stopped and turned.

“Next Thursday, you fuck me for 12 minutes.”

And so it went.

– – – 4 Months Ago – – –

“Steve? You ok?”

It was my dad on the phone. He just told me Mom had pancreatic cancer.