Laura Meets Jeffrey by Jeffrey Michelson, Laura Bradley

to disguise herself to make an escape or in case her parents visit. While she unpacks I ask how her day went.
    â€œGreat. Mark was upset but he understood,” Laura says. “I was straight with him and he’s much too macho to blubber. I was very busy at work—five guys. And one of them gave me a $200 tip and all he really wanted to do was worship my body, eat me, and have me piss in his mouth. I never got one of those before. Almost all the guys at Eureka just want regular sex.
    â€œIt took a while,” Laura continues, “I had just pissed before he arrived so I had to drink gallons of water and then when I had to piss it was hard to do it in a guy’s mouth. Yuck, so gross! But I wanted the $200. He drank it all and said it tasted like champagne. Real weird dude... a real average Joe-looking ‘suit.’
    â€œJust before he left I had to piss again and he pulls this empty jam jar out of his coat and asks if I would fill it up for ‘later.’ I figured why the fuck not? So I go back to the bathroom and I’m sitting there pissing in a jar and laughing my ass off. What a strange way to make money! Altogether I made $460. Not a bad day.”
    â€œDid you come with any of them?” I ask.
    â€œMost of them,” Laura confesses, “Not with the guy I pissed on. Or the guy I gave a blowjob. But I fingered myself into coming right after the blowjob left. Is it okay with you Jeffrey? Are you upset?”
    â€œNo, just curious.” Actually I do feel something. Not upset, but maybe a third of a twinge of jealousy. This is different than going to an orgy with a lover. At an orgy I’m there in the next room or on the next mattress and I’m also having a wild time. I am adjusted to having my woman fuck other men while I watch, but this isn’t that.
    â€œBut Jeffrey, I thought of you all day,” Laura says. “Every trick that came in, I made believe you sent him in and that I was fucking him for you.”
    I respond to her erotica with a dash of my jealousy and grab her and push her up against the wall. I look into her eyes, which at this moment seem more emerald than hazel or blue. It occurs to me that her eyes change color from one scene’s lighting to the next. They say she adores me.
    I have never been so adored. I like it. She moves her mouth to my ear and begs for me to hit her. I turn her around to face the wall. I slap her ass a dozen times.
    â€œI want more.” Her voice is halfway between begging and commanding.
    I grab my belt. I make her ass red.
    I unzip my Levis and release my cock. It hones in and goes inside her. I hold her hands high against the wall and fuck her from behind. She counters every thrust, coming early, coming again, and then coming again when I erupt. We go to bed and nod off. We wake up and make love again for a long slow time with much more tenderness and fondling and rubbing. Sometime in the middle of the night we finally go to sleep.
    The next morning after we untangle and make love sweetly, normally, Laura tells me again how every time a trick comes into the room at work she’ll make believe I am her pimp sending them in. I add that I want her to come with every man and it is her job to think of me during orgasm. “Think of me while other men’s dicks make you come,” I say.
    Laura’s eyes are wide and excited. “I’ll do it for you. I swear,” she says.
    Laura’s sex drive is as strong as mine. We are kin. Even women who are as horny as me usually can’t keep up. Laura also has stamina to match mine. She is my masturbation fantasy, a drop-dead gorgeous tall, thin long-haired girl who loves to fuck, has her own drugs and money, is way out at the edge of sexy and thinks I am God’s gift to her vagina.
    What’s not to like?
    We fuck at least four or five or six or more times every day. If we are together at home we’re in bed fucking. If we are anywhere and there