A Knock at the Door

It had been a doozy of a day at Sunny Acres Assisted Living. The facility administrator, Marissa Fletcher rushed out to her late model Volkswagen Passat. She headed straight home to her apartment in this sleepy town of seven thousand. She moved here a couple of years ago as a way to obtain a promotion and stayed put. It wasn’t really her speed, but the cost of living was low and it sat about two hours from two different major cities.

The commute was short. Less than a half mile. So, she had soon showered and changed into her normal T-shirt and yoga pants look. She heated up some leftover wings and settled on the couch to watch a British period drama.

The night wore on.

There was a knock at the door. It startled the medium brown woman who was not expecting anyone. Her phone indicated that it was 10:02 p.m. She went over and flipped on the porchlight. It was a man she had only spoken to once. She cracked the door and said, “Hello.”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you know anyone that sell something to smoke,” inquired the sinewy, deep complected brotha.
“I don’t. Sorry.”
“It’s all good. You don’t need no company do you?”
“You’re welcome to come in,” she opened the door wider.
“Thanks! Let me put this cigar out.”

“Have a seat. Want something to drink?”
“You got some soda?”
“I do. Be right back.”
“So what you drinking on,” the guest asked.
“Merlot.”
“Sophisticated lady,” he smiled.

“Pretty much. What’s your name?”
“I’m Justin.”
“Marissa.”
“Nice to meet you again,” he extended his hand.
“Likewise.”
“So you was just in here chilling by yourself?”

“Yes, sir! I live alone.”
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“I’m single.”
“Why you single? You just don’t want no man.”
“Well…I…”
“Or you just don’t like men.”

“I adore men. So what has you out and about at this time?”
“Shit! If I say what I want you’ll probably kick me out.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know…”
“So what do you want?”
He licked his lips. “I wanna fuck you.”

“People do like sex..”
“Yes people do. The question is, ‘do you?’”
“I do.”
“How about with me?”
“I’m open to that.”
“Oh you must think I look good.”

“Yes you are a handsome man.”
“Thanks! Think you can handle this,” he grabbed his crotch.
“I can’t see anything.”
Justin extracted his meaty member. “It ain’t hard yet. You like it?”
“Yes, sir! May I touch it?”
“Hell yeah!”

Marissa reached over with her manicured hands and gave the girthy uncut member a squeeze.

“Damn! Yo’ hands soft, baby!”
“Thanks, daddy!”
“You gonna suck it,” he stood and positioned himself in front of the hostess.
“Oh I definitely wanna suck that big dick!”
“Put it in your mouth!”
“Uhhh…I was born a boy.”

“So, you got the same thing I got,” he quizzed, jacking his manhood.
“Well…it’s not like yours.”
“So you got a cootie cat?”
“I have a booty cat.”
“A what?”
“I have a booty pussy.”

“Get on this dick,” he grabbed the back of her head.
“Yes, sir!”

She worked her head in a circular motion as she moved back and forth along the shaft. She stroked it as saliva ran down her chin and all over the engorged rod.

“Ooh wee! You sure know how to suck some dick!”
“Thank you,” she muttered with a mouthful of Justin’s pipe.
“Take that shirt off! I wanna see them li’l titties,” he ordered.

Marissa removed her top and out came her pert mounds. Justin fondled them as she sucked him with greater fervor than before.

“How you grow these thangs,” he pried.
“Hormones,” she replied with a stream of spit still connecting her plump lips to his generous cooch cork.
“Come on and bend that ass over.”
“Give me just a minute,” she stood. “I gotta make sure I’m good.”
“What you mean?”
“Just gonna use the restroom. Be right back.”
“Okay.”

Justin waited, jerking as he watched her slender body dart away.

Marissa shut the bathroom door and turned on the faucet. She connected her douche apparatus and was pleasantly surprised when the first pass came out clear. She did another just to make sure. It, too, showed she was good to go. She headed back to the living room, covering her tiny peepee. “Come on back,” she winked.

Justin followed her to the bedroom and already had his shorts completely off when she turned around to give him another blowjob. “That feel good, baby! But I wanna get in that ass!”

“Yes, sir!” Marissa got on all fours and wiggled her dainty bum.
Justin smacked it. “Pretty li’l ass!”
“Thank you, sweetie!”

He spat on her hole and spanked it with his magic stick.

“Oh, daddy,” she cooed.
“You ready for this dick,” he checked.
“Yes, sir! Be gentle at first.”
“Aight.”

Justin eased himself all the way to the hilt.

Marissa winced, “Ooh, daddy!”
“You like that dick?”
“Yes, daddy! Give it to me!”
“Yeah, baby! Take it!”

“Fuck this ****** ass, daddy!”
“Do what?”
“Fuck this ****** ass,” she repeated louder.
“Oh yeah? You a faggit?”
“Yes, daddy! I’m a little sissy ******. Fuck me!”
“Hell yeah! Take this dick!”

Justin hammered away as Marissa collapsed on the bed from his weight. He thrust deep into her. His arm wrapped around her neck. She writhed against him.

“Gimme that dick, Justin! Fuck me!”
“Yo’ pussy wet as fuck!”
“You like that gay booty hole?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me, daddy! Give it all to me!”
“Yo’ ass so good! You finna make me nut damnit!”
“Let it happen, daddy!”
“Arrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhh,” he boomed, exploding inside of her.

“Oh my god,” she squealed. “You just put a baby in me.”
“I know,” he huffed.

Marissa fetched a warm washcloth and cleaned the man up.

“You not finna go to sleep, are you?”
“No, sir!”
“It was quick cause it was the first time. I’m gonna check on my dogs and get some weed. I’ll be back.”
“Okay. About how long?”
“Thirty minutes. Don’t go to sleep.”

Justin hugged Marissa and patted her taut derriere before heading out the door.