Aunt Tina, Recovering Slut Vol. 01

Literotic asexstories – Aunt Tina, Recovering Slut Vol. 01 by Rob_Royale,Rob_Royale This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

A quick note. Our male main character is in the U.S. Coast Guard, and the Coast Guard calls their ships – cutters. It’s something that will come up frequently, so I figured I’d give a heads-up to all you landlubbers out there.

Aunt Tina – Recovering Slut Vol. 1

Chapter One

My father had repeatedly told me as I was growing up, to be careful of the decisions and subsequent actions you make in life. Because there is no fate, no destiny. Nothing is pre-ordained. Our lives are the sum of our decisions and actions. Nothing more, nothing less. As a teen, that was just more blah blah blah from my old man. I would nod my head and say, “Yes sir,” in the hope he’d wrap up the philosophy lesson so I could get on with whatever he’d interrupted when he decided we needed to talk.

As I got older, my father seemed to get a lot smarter, as one after another, his dad-isms came back to haunt me.

I was never going to be the college type. I hated school and was generally bored to tears. I put forth minimal effort in school, but even so, managed to graduate with a 3.2 GPA. My folks were happy, but Dad always knew I had it in me to do better, if only I’d try.

“Gabe, if you’d only study for an hour a night, you could bump those up to straight A’s and then the colleges would come looking for you!” was his frequent mantra.

The one time I saw real pride in his eyes was when I announced I was entering the Coast Guard. My grandfather had been a Coast Guard enlisted man and my dad had tried to enter as well but had been deemed medically ineligible due to a range-of-motion loss in his right shoulder. From a surfing accident when he was my age. One of his own decisions and actions, he’d point out to me, which changed his life.

***

I entered the Coast Guard two years after high school. Certain things change when you become reliably employed. I was stationed in Portsmouth, Virginia at the time. I’d just finished my culinary specialist school and was working at the base dining facility. I was promoted to petty officer third class, got a pay bump, and then the credit offers came rolling in. And then … I met a girl. An insidious combination of circumstances, I am here to tell you.

Two years later, I was ready to transfer to my next duty station. I was also single and deep in debt. How deep? Well, let’s just say that it made the Coast Guard more than a little concerned. I stopped home in Jacksonville on my way to my next unit in Port Canaveral, Florida. I really needed to talk to my folks.

***

“No Jimmy. I won’t call her.” My mom’s voice was highly agitated. My dad sighed. I was listening to them from my room upstairs. The kitchen was at the bottom of the stairs and my room was at the top. Well it wasn’t really my room anymore, it was the guest bedroom now. All my stuff was boxed and stowed in the garage.

“She’s a stripper for Christ’s sake,” Mom exclaimed.

Dad cleared his throat. “Dee, please listen. She lives just a few miles from that base. The Coast Guard will pay Gabe a monthly stipend to live off base. If he could live with her, for a few hundred a month, he could pocket the rest and pay off his debt that much faster.” His voice was pleading. “And you know as well as I do, she only did that for a little while after her first divorce. Your mother told us so.”

“No Jimmy, you don’t know her the way I do, what she di…” Mom cut her statement short. “Tina is not to be trusted!” I think my dad realized he wasn’t going to get anywhere with this. “Okay, babe. Okay. It was just an idea.”

The problem was that it was a really good idea.

Tina is my mom’s older sister, by three years. To call them estranged is the understatement of the century. I do not know the whys and wherefores of it, but when there is a family reunion or party, my mother won’t get within twenty feet of her. It’s been that way my whole life.

The last time I saw Aunt Tina was when my cousin Frannie and I graduated high school. There was a big party. Tina was very attractive, medium height like my mother, but curvier. Bigger in the bust and the hips. Apparently fond of high heels. I could definitely imagine her shaking her ass on a stage, but I don’t seem to recall her as flirty or brazen.

After such a party, Mom would always rant all the way home about everything about Aunt Tina. Her slutty make-up, her shoes, her clothes, the way she walked, how she liked to touch everyone. It would go on and on until my mild-mannered dad would finally lose his temper and tell her to shut the hell up about it. Mom would get quiet and wouldn’t mention her again until the next party.

Before I left, for the sake of family peace, I told them I would live in the barracks on base. By far the least expensive alternative. But by then I’d already peeked into my grandmother’s phone. I had Aunt Tina’s phone number and what my mother didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

***

My Aunt Tina walked into the diner a few minutes late. I’d called her that morning and asked to see her. She looked nervous. She was dressed in a knee-length, floral-patterned halter dress and wedge sandals. I rose and gave her a hug as she approached the table.

“You look very nice,” I said honestly. Tina looked around as if expecting to be ambushed. “I’m guessing your mother doesn’t know you called me,” she said wryly.

I shook my head. “No. I wouldn’t have bothered you, but I’m in a tough spot. I got your number from Grandma’s phone.”

Tina relaxed in her seat. She looked up and our eyes met. Her hair was dark brown, wavy, and hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were light brown with flecks of gold and her makeup was light and perfect. Her lips were full and shone with lip gloss. I had some very un-nephew-like thoughts at that moment. She was very attractive. My mother is too I suppose, but in a different way. My mother is pretty. Like Julie Andrews. But Aunt Tina is more … sultry, like Lauren Bacall. I bet the boys were lined up around the block, back in the day and probably still are.

“So, you’ve gotten yourself in some money trouble, huh?” she asked softly. I nodded and then filled her in on the whole sordid tale. Our food was ordered and served before I was done. Tina didn’t take long to think about it.

“Okay, you can use the guest room. Kick in for food and utilities, clean up after yourself, do your share of the chores, and we’re square.”

I was surprised. “No rent?” She shook her head. “The house is paid for. How umm … how long do you think you’ll be staying?”

I tapped my fork nervously on the plate. “I think about … a year.” Tina blinked hard. “But … I’m stationed on a cutter and we’ll be deployed more than half that time. When we’re at home port, we work Monday through Friday and I’ll have overnight duty every three or four days, so you won’t see me every day.”

She looked into my eyes again and then dropped her gaze to examine my upper body. She smiled. “It might be nice having a man in the house again.”

I wasn’t sure of what to make of the look on her face. She looked me in the eye and grinned. “The girl that got you into this mess …”

I mhmm’ed around a mouthful of food and her smile got mischievous. “Was the sex worth it?”

Thinking back, I grinned back at her. “Yeah, it sure as hell was.”

***

I called my dad the day before I moved in, while he was at work and told him what I’d done. He was sort of relieved and pissed at the same time. “Boy, don’t ever let your mother find out. You gotta make Tina swear to keep the secret. Or your ass is so much grass.”

“We’ve already come to that agreement. She doesn’t want to cause any more problems with Mom. Dad, can you tell me what the hell there is between them?”

I heard Dad clear his throat. “I’m sorry Gabe, I’m not certain I know the whole story myself. It’s something about a boy in high school. That’s all I got.”

***

I was walking up the front walk of Tina’s modest home just as she was leaving for work on Friday. I’d had overnight duty the day before and had taken a day of leave to give myself a three-day weekend before my next duty day on Monday. I had my seabag over my shoulder.

“Oh, there you are. Good timing, I’m just heading to work.” She fumbled in her purse and pulled out a spare key. “My room is on the right past the garage door and the guest room is off to the left, past the kitchen.” She motioned with her head as she talked. “The other bedroom is my knock-around room but you’re welcome to use it as well.”

I nodded. She looked me in the eye. “How old are you now, Gabe?” she said seriously.

“I … I’ll be twenty-three next month, Aunt Tina,” I ,.

She smiled but it had a hard edge to it. “Twenty-three, that’s a good age.” She shouldered her bag and fished her keys out. “You’re an adult, so I don’t need to tell you what a breach of my trust it would be if you were to be snooping around in my bedroom, do I?”

The thought had never occurred to me. “Of course not,” I said confidently.

Her smile softened and she reached up and caressed my cheek. “That’s good. Go get settled in. Will I see you tonight?” She seemed to notice her hand on my face and her expression fell and she pulled her hand back hurriedly.

I shrugged. “I have no plans.”

She turned for the driveway. “Okay, maybe we’ll get some DoorDash and get to know each other. I’m afraid I don’t keep much food in the house. I don’t really cook much. See ya!”

I smiled and waved. She was wearing a very business-like skirt and blouse with sensible heels. She made it look good. She turned back to me at the edge of the walk. “One last thing Gabe. We don’t really know each other as nephew and aunt. I didn’t get to watch you grow up and I wasn’t there to be an aunt to you, so the title seems kind of disingenuous. So how about you just call me Tina?

***

I moved my meager belongings into Tina’s guest room in about twenty minutes. My clothes and uniforms, laptop, shoe-polish kit, and a clothes iron. The room was furnished with a full-sized bed, side table, a small desk and chair, and an old sitting chair in the corner. The closet had one of those organizers that basically takes the place of a dresser while still providing room for hanging clothes.

The house itself was a 1990s vintage single-story ranch, which she had gotten in her second divorce in lieu of alimony. Three bedrooms, two baths. I set my toiletry bag on the sink and dropped my bathing needs in the shower caddy that hung from the shower head.

I peeked into her knock-around room and found it to be a reading and hobby room. It featured a nice big overstuffed reclining chair with a hanging light and a well-appointed bookcase that took up most of one wall.

On the other side was a set of shelves that held various threads, yarns, and other tools needed for needlepoint. I was a little surprised, but I really shouldn’t have been as my mother does needlepoint as well, taught by her mother. Several large, completed pieces covered that wall, but they were vastly more intricate than the stuff my mother does. It was very impressive.

I moved to the kitchen and found myself very disappointed. She had the absolute bare minimum for a person to live by themselves. A four-piece dish set, the same amount of cutlery, and the smallest set of pots and pans known to man. The frying pan was the most used piece in the kitchen. Appliances were limited to a blender, a well-used coffee maker, and a microwave. There was next to nothing in the refrigerator or pantry. There were a few frozen meals in the freezer.

I looked around and spoke out loud to myself. “Nope. This will not do at all.”

***

I heard Tina’s key in the lock around six. I heard her heels on the tile at the door and her keys jingle as she set them on the end table next to the door. Then it got quiet.

She turned the corner and peered into the kitchen where I was working. She looked at the food I was preparing on the counter and the pots going on the stove, with a look of total amazement. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the smells of the roasting pork loin. I reached over and turned down the temperature in the oven. She looked at me with her eyes wide. “What in the heck is going on in here?” she asked excitedly.

I cleared my throat and wiped my hands on the dish towel. “Dinner.” I grinned. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t do take-out.”

“But how …” she started but faltered.

Chuckling, I replied. “I didn’t tell you what my job is in the Coast Guard?”

She shook her head briskly. “I figured it was something … technical.”

I stepped over to stir my sauce on the stove. “I’m a cook,” I said with a grin.

***

Tina wiped her mouth with a napkin and pushed her chair back. “Damn, that was good.” She sighed and put her hands on her stomach in the universal sign of having eaten too much. “I’ve been in this house for twelve years and have never had someone make me dinner.”

I looked down at my plate and slid my chair back. I couldn’t help but think of what a shame it was that someone had never done that for her, but I kept it to myself.

“Well, the fridge and the pantry are full. I took the liberty of buying a few small appliances and a set of cooking knives that I will need.” We both stood and she walked over to the fridge.

“Holy Hannah and her sisters! Are those vegetables? And fruit?” She closed the fridge and opened the pantry. “Wow. Spices!” She grinned at me. “In my house. Who’d have thunk it?”

We both laughed.

***

We sat in the living room, and I walked in with two wine glasses and a bottle of a very decent Lambrusco.

She held both glasses as I poured. “Wow. A bottle of wine. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me,” she smiled slyly. I laughed. “Nope, I’d be better dressed if I was in seduction mode.”

Tina laughed merrily and handed me my glass and was about to take a sip when I raised mine in a toast. “To you, Aunt Tina, for helping me when I really need it. Thank you very much.”

She smiled sweetly and raised her glass. “You are very welcome.” We both sipped the wine. The sweet berry flavors added a taste of dessert to the evening.

She lowered her glass with a pleased look on her face. “Although too much of that good cooking and I’ll be moving up some dress sizes. I’m gonna have to step up my workouts at the gym.”

I saw her look my body up and down with a slight smile. I’m of medium height and build, with brown hair and eyes. I didn’t date the prom queen, but I’ve never had a problem getting a date.

“Looks like the Coast Guard keeps you in shape. Is it hard being a cook? To stay in shape, I mean.”

I laughed. “Not yet.” I knocked on the wooden coffee table. “Ask me again in ten years.”

Our evening stopped short of a second glass of Lambrusco. When I offered, she rose and sat on the edge of the couch next to me. “No thank you. I think I’m going to grab a shower and hit the sack. But thank you so much for tonight. It means a lot to me.” She stood up and took a few steps. “As I said, we hardly know each other, but you seem like a really decent guy, Gabe. I’m glad you’re here.” Then she smiled and walked into her room and shut the door quietly.

***

Around ten on Saturday, we ran into one another at the coffee pot. Her eyes flew open wide, and she flinched when she saw me.

“Ho jeez, Gabe, you startled me. I totally forgot you were here. I guess there’s going to be an adjustment period, isn’t there?” Tina said with a big exhale.

I smiled widely at her and looked down her body. “Yes, very clearly there is.” Tina was wearing a short cotton nightgown that was probably not supposed to be sheer but after years of washing, it had become so.

She looked down and noticed the same thing I was enjoying. I could clearly see the outline of her full breasts and the darker skin of her areola. To her credit she didn’t act embarrassed, she just frowned deeply and turned around, and headed back toward her bedroom. I could see the outline of the panties she was wearing, and I admired her shapely legs. “Pour me a cup, will you?” she asked loudly with a slight edge to her voice.

She returned a couple of minutes later dressed for the gym in jogging shorts and a halter top over a sports bra. I handed her a mug of coffee. She met my eyes. “I’m ah … sorry about that.” I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. “Don’t be. I quite enjoyed it.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “That’s not something a nephew usually says to his aunt.”

I turned and headed down the hall to my room. “You said it yourself. We don’t really know each other that way. Do we?”

I was being quite serious at that moment. Because of the separation between us my whole life, it was impossible to see her as anything other than what she was, a very beautiful and shapely older woman. I could already see that being around her was going to be very distracting.

***

I spent that weekend learning the area. Port Canaveral is on the west coast of Florida and a stone’s throw from Cocoa Beach, which has some of the best beaches and surfing anywhere on the east or gulf coasts.

Monday morning Tina and I met at the coffee pot again. I was wearing my tropical dress blue uniform as I knew I had an early quarterdeck watch that morning. The tropical uniform is a light blue, short sleeve dress shirt with ribbons, name tag, and rank insignias. A pair of dark blue dress trousers and black shoes with a high shine.

Tina smiled when she saw me. She was wearing a conservative skirt and blouse and was carrying her shoes. “Now that I could get used to.” She said as she reached up and adjusted my name tag. “A handsome man in a uniform.” Our eyes met and we held that gaze perhaps a trifle too long.

“You look terrific yourself. I’m sure you get lawyers handing you their numbers every day.”

After Tina’s second divorce, she took a stenographer’s course and has been working full-time at the local county courthouse ever since. She makes a very decent salary. She has the added skill of being fluent in Spanish which makes her indispensable in Florida. With the house paid off, she’s doing pretty well, even in this lousy economy.

She frowned. “Occasionally. But I throw them all away. You know what they say about mixing work and pleasure, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, the Coast Guard has some pretty strict rules on that as well. Fooling around with shipmates is a quick way to become a civilian again.”

She looked down at the floor. “It’s a lesson you only need to learn once.”

***

That week I took Tina down to the base on her lunch break and got her registered as a dependent. This gave her base privileges and access to the base exchange here and the nearby Air Force Base. There are very few secrets on a small base. Coast Guard Station Port Canaveral has two large cutters and one small one, with a few additional land-based support units. As military bases go, it’s pretty tiny. Maybe six or seven hundred people in the whole place. It didn’t take too long for it to get back to my ship, that I was seen with an attractive older woman.

I’ll admit, I loved the attention I got. I was inundated with questions from my shipmates, in the days following. I told them nothing. I just smiled and said that my social life was no one’s business but my own. That only served to fan the flames of rumor even higher because my answer sort of precluded the possibility that Tina was a relative. Suddenly I was the new guy, living with a local cougar. After a few days, I told Tina about it at supper.

“That’s very bad of you.” She said with a mischievous smile.

I nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” She waved it away. After a few minutes of eating. she swallowed and looked at me. “So, your friends think I’m a cougar?” she asked quietly.

I looked at her, quite surprised. “I umm … well yeah, I guess they do.” Tina didn’t say anything.

***

The next night I got home to find the front door open, with the front screen door closed. Through the screen, I could hear Tina’s raised voice. I stopped and listened. In a few seconds, I deduced that she was arguing with someone on the phone, and she was pretty mad. Apparently, something about that person being married and not telling her. I turned and went back to the car until I stopped hearing her voice.

Afterward, I walked in, and she was standing in the dining room just looking at the phone in her hand. She frowned when she saw me. “The lousy thing about these modern cell phones is that you don’t get the emotional release of slamming the phone down when you hang up on the bastard.” She sighed heavily. “I miss that. If I do that now, I’m out a thousand bucks.” Our eyes met. “How much of that did you hear?”

I told her the truth. “I heard enough to make sure you were alone and safe and then I went to my car to wait. I caught a bit of it. Bad date?”

She nodded glumly. She didn’t expound upon the situation, and I didn’t ask. I figured if she wanted to talk about it, she would.

When I started cooking her mood improved. A few days prior, I had purchased a charcoal grill. I began preparing some nice ribeyes. I seasoned the steaks before I took them out to the coals.

I looked at Tina and asked what had been on my mind for two weeks. “Tina. Would you please tell me why my mother …?” She finished my question with a raised eyebrow. “Hates my guts?”

I nodded. Tina was quiet for a long time, but she didn’t leave. She even followed me outside to the grill. She leaned against the above-ground hot tub.

Tina cleared her throat. “I umm … I screwed her … senior prom date, on the night of the prom.” The shock was evident on my face. She looked down at the patio deck and continued. “Mom says I hated Deanna from the moment she was born because I stopped being the center of attention. And there probably is something to that. I was always jealous of her. She was better at everything. Dancing, school, sports.”

Tina scuffed her shoe against a protruding nail in the deck. “The only thing I was better at, was getting boys.” She looked me in the eye, with a forlorn look. ‘I was a bit um … promiscuous back then.”

“For whatever reason she had told her date to pick her up very early. She made him wait for an hour and a half while she got ready. Even Mom and Dad got bored and went swimming in our pool.” She shrugged and looked at me. “I made sure he had a good time.”

I flipped the steak on the grill, to get a good sear on both sides. “Well, that explains a lot,” I said.

She walked up to me and looked me in the eye. “I’d give anything to take it back. It was an evil thing to do. I think about it every day. I wish I could tell her how sorry I am.”

The tears in her eyes made me believe her.

***

In the next few weeks, we got to know each other very well. After the first revelation, she felt comfortable spilling others, especially after a bottle of wine. She told me about her marriages and how she had ruined them both with her constant need for male attention. A serial cheater she called herself. It wasn’t until after the second divorce that she sought out professional help.

“I’m a recovering slut,” she said one night, with a giggle. “It makes dating kind of hard. Because my go-to is to fuck their brains out after the first date.” She shrugged. “From experience, only the creeps want a second date after that.”

“It’s also getting harder as I’ve gotten older,” she continued. “I’m forty-eight and most guys my age are someone else’s cast-offs just like I am. Or a married guy looking for some strange.”

She sighed. “I’m lonely. But I made this bed. I guess I have to lie in it now.”

I exhaled. I stood and walked over to her and sat down next to her on the couch. I kissed her on the cheek and pulled her into an embrace. She came willingly and pushed her face into my chest and breathed deeply. I held her for a long while and stroked her dark hair. She cried a little. “It’s okay. You’ve got me,” I whispered.

A few days later, I deployed with my cutter. Tina met me at the door as I was walking out with my seabag. She hugged me tightly. “Be safe,” she whispered in my ear. Then she reached around my neck, pulled my face down to hers, and kissed me. It wasn’t a peck on the cheek, and it wasn’t a chaste little kiss on my lips. It was a kiss. A kiss that I thought about constantly for the next six weeks.

***

Chapter Two

I walked down the pier to meet Gabe as his ship pulled in around 4 p.m. The pier was full of wives, girlfriends, and children. Coast Guardsmen in orange floatation vests were there to handle the big mooring ropes. Everyone in uniform seemed to move with trained purpose. The big white ship slid into its spot smoothly and I could see most of the crew gathered on the flat spot on the deck, where the helicopter lands, I think. There were lots of smiles and waving, children calling to their mommy’s and daddy’s. I’ll admit it was pretty emotional to watch. I could see on the faces of the wives that there were going to be some babies made that night.

After the ropes were tight, we were allowed to walk down the pier where the gangway was being put over.

I’ve always been able to judge how good I looked by the faces of the women around me. If I was getting dirty looks, I must be looking good. I wore a tight blue pencil dress and a pair of matching heels that showed off my legs. The reactions from the moms in their mom-clothes made me feel good. I felt like a duchess moving among her vassals.

I’d waited about fifteen minutes when I spotted Gabe on the ship’s deck. He had his bag with him, and he stopped and was looking over the reuniting families with a happy smile. When he saw me, his eyes got wide, and his mouth dropped open. I smiled and gave him a little wave.

He picked up his bag and rushed to the back of the boat. A shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t wait to see him. I’d been thinking about him constantly since he left. It had been so many years since I’d had a crush. But I was nursing one now. A big one.

With all the assembled families on the pier, he couldn’t run but it was clear he wanted to. His eyes never left me.

“What are you …” he began when he stepped up to me. I didn’t let him finish. I stepped up to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. I kissed him like I had wanted to for six fucking weeks. At first, his body got stiff with surprise, but when I showed no sign of pulling away, he relaxed, took me in his arms, and kissed me back with enthusiasm. In my heels, we were eye to eye.

The feeling of his body against mine was amazing. His arms tightened around me, and I moaned into his mouth. He broke this kiss and our eyes met. “I’m so glad you came.” My reply was another kiss just as fervent as the first. I’m sure we were making a spectacle of ourselves, but I just didn’t care.

“Hey, you two, get a room!” a male voice said next to us. We stopped and looked to my right to find three young men standing around us smiling. The tall handsome Latino man about the same age as Gabe continued. “So, this is the mystery woman we’ve heard nothing about. Are you going to introduce us Gabe or do we have to do it ourselves?” He motioned to his two companions. On the end was a blonde young man, looking fresh out of high school with a big nervous smile. In the middle was a thick, muscular fellow in his mid-twenties with brown hair and green eyes that was looking at me like I was a T-bone steak.

Gabe cleared his throat and pulled back from me. “Oh yeah. Tina this is Ollie,” he motioned to the young blonde. “And Trent and Javier.”

I gave them a big smile. “It’s nice to meet you guys, I’m Tina, Gabe’s lady-friend. I’d say girlfriend but that sounds so high school, doesn’t it?” I could tell that Gabe was trying his best not to let his surprise show on his face. I looked at him. “Do you need anything else from the ship, honey?”

Gabe started and looked for the bag he’d dropped when I kissed him. “Umm… nope. Got everything.”

I grinned and looked back at his friends, who were openly admiring me. “Well, it was nice to meet you guys, maybe we can have you out to the house for a barbeque soon.” His friends all nodded eagerly. “Well, I’ve gotta get this stud home.” I looked at Gabe and his eyes met mine. “He’s got serious chores to take care of.”

Trent’s eyes were wide. “Yeah, real nice to meet you … Tina. We’ll catch you later Gabe.” At that, I hooked my arm under Gabe’s and turned us down the pier. I could feel the eyes on us as we walked. To my surprise, he didn’t say a word the whole way to my car. When we got there, he turned to me and said seriously. “You didn’t need to act like that for me. I was just having a bit of fun with my friends before.”

I slid my arms around his back and pushed my body against his. I looked him in the eyes and kissed him lovingly. I was incredibly turned on. I broke the kiss and stepped back a little. “Did that feel like an act?”

Gabe was nearly breathless. “No. Umm … no, it didn’t.” I cupped his cheek. “Such a smart boy. Do I need to drive you to your car?”

***

When we arrived home, I let us into the house. I dropped my keys and purse on the coffee table and turned to Gabe. “I should be angry at you.” Gabe’s expression was immediately defensive. “The whole time we walked to my car you didn’t say anything about how great I look.” I looked at him with a slight pout.

Gabe stammered as his eyes roamed over my body. The way he looked at me gave me chills. It was the look of a man who wants a woman. “Oh, Tina … you look … gorgeous.”

I smiled seductively at him. “Yes, more of that, but later on. Come with me.” I took his bag from him and dropped it on the floor before taking his hand and leading him into his room. I looked back at him. “Boots off, please.”

I think that was the point where everything became crystal clear to Gabe. Where he understood where this was leading. I watched his face for any sign of apprehension. He untied and removed his boots without taking his eyes off me.

He straightened and I began unbuttoning his dark blue uniform shirt. His hands settled gently on my waist. “What are we doing, Tina?” he whispered. His face was a mixture of desire and anxiety.

I continued down the buttons. “What I’ve been dreaming about every night since you kissed me at the door.” His face screwed up into a look of confusion. “But I didn’t … you … you kissed me.”

I am who I am. And I am not above lying to get what I want. If that makes me a bad person, then so fucking be it. “No. I reached up to fix your collar, and then you were kissing me.” I finished the buttons and kissed him as I peeled his shirt down off his shoulders. “But I liked it, Gabe. I liked it a whole lot.”

I waited. The next move had to be his. He was going to be the man I wanted, the man I needed, or he wasn’t. I didn’t have to wait long. In an eyeblink, he pulled me in and crushed my body to his. I felt his strong hands wrapped around me. When he kissed me … it was like the feeling of the heat on a hundred-degree day all over my body. I kissed him back with wild abandon. I felt his hands slide up my back and find the zipper of my dress and begin to pull it down. “Yes, Gabe. Yes,” I encouraged him.

As my dress slid to the floor, I felt his eyes on my body. I knelt and began trying to figure out that silly belt buckle. I felt him untuck and pull off his shirt and undershirt. Just before he tried to do it himself, I figured out the buckle and I took his pants and boxers down in one motion. His cock was hard and red and it stood out at my face. I wanted to take it in my mouth very badly, but I knew this had to be consummated before he had the chance to think about it too much. I’d never been in this particular situation before, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s men and their penchant for overthinking.

I stood and pushed him gently down onto the bed. He sat and then scooted back, shaking his feet from his trousers. I peeled his socks in a flash and then stood to unfasten my bra. His face became a mask of desire as my breasts fell free of the lace. My breasts had some sag to them now, the downside of being naturally blessed with a decent rack, but I’d had no complaints. If Gabe’s expression said anything, I wasn’t liable to get any now either. I slid my panties down and his eyes tracked my hands.

Once they were off, I grinned at him and tossed my panties onto his lap. He had no compunctions whatsoever about taking them to his mouth and breathing deep. I could see his cock twitch and a spot of pre-cum appeared on the end of his cock, and I had to fight my nature once again.

I crawled up on the bed and leaned over him. I kissed him fiercely as I felt his hands come up and cup my breasts. I could feel his hands shaking.

I looked him in the eyes. “Do you want me?” I asked seductively. I had dreamed of this moment. Planned it out in my mind, playing it over in my head as I worked my dildo inside my slippery pussy, night after night.

His hands slid up into my hair and held my head. “Since you first walked into the diner. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Show me,” I whispered.

Gabe’s rolled onto his side and his hand guided me over to his left. I knew what he wanted and went onto my back happily. He rolled onto his knees and looked down at me, with the most intense hunger I’ve ever seen. I have a body count that I will take with me to my grave, but I’ve never been looked at like this. There was no doubt, no apprehension. Just desire.

He fell over me, with his hands under my armpits, and he kissed me, passionately, hungrily. Like a man dying of thirst and my body was life-giving water. His mouth fell to my left nipple and sucked it deeply in his mouth. I could feel his knee between my legs, and I scooted down to rub my pussy on his leg. Let him feel how wet I was for him.

He moved from breast to breast, lavishing a hundred sucks and a hundred licks upon my engorged nipples until I was moaning loudly. I pushed his head back from my body and looked into his eyes. “Fuck me. I’ve been waiting six weeks for you to take me. Don’t make me …”

I never got to finish my statement. He moved his other leg between mine and his cock slid down over my clit to my opening. He moaned into my neck as he pushed into me in one slow, smooth motion. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tightly to me and wrapped my legs around his thighs holding him captive.

“Yes. Oh, fuck yes. It feels so good Gabe. Your cock fits so perfectly,” I moaned into his ear. He tried to push himself up on his hands and I let him, he looked into my eyes and began thrusting slowly into me, taking his time with each thrust, filling me completely.

He gasped. “Oh, Tina. It’s so good, you feel so good.” I could tell from his breathing he wasn’t going to last long. I didn’t care.

“Fuck me, my beautiful nephew. Fuck me and fill my pussy up with your cum. Take me.” I moaned the last as he began plunging into me forcefully, our bodies making wonderful wet sounds. It was music to me. Every pleasure sensor in my body was alive with sensation.

I pulled him into me with every thrust, and I screamed “Yes,” with every impact. I was in heaven. “Oh Tina, oh!” he cried. “Yes! Fill me. Make me yours.” I moaned back.

Our eyes met and I felt him fire jet after jet of cum inside me with a deep moan and a small orgasm rolled through me. Like a wave of warmth through my body. He looked at me a little ashamed. “I’m sorry, it’s been so long. I don’t usually …”

I hugged his head into my chest, and I felt his lips kissing my breasts. “It’s okay sweetie. We have time, we have all the time there is.”

***

Chapter Three

Tina. My Aunt Tina, I forced myself to remember, rolled off the bed, and smiled happily at me. “I’m going to go freshen up. Come see me in my room when you’re ready.” I watched her tits move and admired her fully shaven pussy as she gathered up her clothes, folding the blue dress over her arm. Her body was all natural and so very womanly. She was beautiful.

As soon as she left the room, I rolled over and pushed my face into the pillow. I had just fucked my mother’s sister. Oh God, if this ever got back to my family, it would destroy my mother. I had come here to help fix mistakes I had made. And here I was, making all new ones. It took me a while to come to grips with it. The damage was done, and damn it, I knew in my heart that I would do it again. There was no going back.

I tossed on a pair of shorts and walked to Tina’s bedroom door which was open to me for the first time. Ordinarily, she kept it closed. I knocked on the door and stepped through. It was a good-sized room. A king-size bed with a bedside table on either side. A dresser with a mirror, all matched pieces. Very high-end. I did a double-take when I saw the red rubber dildo on the bedside table.

But my jaw hit the floor when I saw Tina step from her bathroom. Her hair was loose and hung to her shoulders. Her make-up had been freshened. Her dark eye shadow gave her a smoky seductive look. She wore a black open-cup shelf bra and matching black crotchless panties. She wore tall black high heels with straps that went around her ankles. She smiled and paused to pose in the bathroom doorway.

“You like?” she purred at me. I could only nod in amazement. “You took less time than I thought to wrap your brain around this. Are you okay?”

I looked at her. I couldn’t help but stare at every iota of detail. The mole on her thigh, the slight paunch that was beginning to become obvious, the bumps on her areola, her clit which stood out proudly from her labia. The smile on her face.

“If my mother finds out …” I began but she was shaking her head.

“The moment you walked into my home, whether we had touched each other or not, your mother would never believe we didn’t fuck,” she said matter-of-factly. “So, if she’s gonna believe it anyway, you may as well get fucked right?”

“Why?” I asked. Tina just shrugged. “Because she knows me. My parents took me to a psychologist when I was ready to start college. I was diagnosed with nymphomania and was put on a strict regimen of anti-depressants. I never did start college. My current therapist says they call it hypersexuality now.”

I was floored. “So, what we just did, isn’t it bad for you, then?”

Tina walked up to me in that leg-over-leg way and my mind blanked for a moment. She was in full seduction mode and dressed for it.

“How can it be bad to be who I am?” she smiled. “I’m a slut, Gabe. I think about sex constantly, on the meds or off. I can’t help it.” She reached down into her bedside table drawer and pulled out a leather collar. I could see a variety of other sex toys in the drawer.

She offered me the collar. “Put this around my neck and I’ll be your slut, for as long as you want me to be. I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want, wherever you want.”

I opened my hand and she set the collar in my palm. I looked down at it. It was red leather with the word, SLUT, embossed upon it in white letters. It had a silver buckle. “But,” she continued, stepping in close and gazing into my eyes, “You have to see to your slut’s needs too.”

Tina’s mouth was so close to mine. I could feel her breath on my face. “Make me cum. Make me feel cherished and loved and I will be yours.”

I was in awe of her at that moment, I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you sure?” I whispered. She just turned her back to me, lifted her hair from her neck, and looked back from the corner of her eye. She was waiting for her collar. She smiled and sighed as I fastened it around her neck.

She turned and lowered herself to her knees before me. Her face was flushed, and her eyes welled with tears and her eyes never left mine. “I had my tubes tied many years ago, so you can cum inside me whenever you want, as much as you want. I was tested just two weeks ago, and I am clean and healthy. I will be your slut for as long as you use me the way I expect. I will touch no one else unless you tell me to.”

Then she lowered her face and reached up and grasped the waist of my shorts. She sighed when my hardening cock sprang into view. “I am a natural-born cocksucker, and it makes me happy to have your cock in my mouth.” She looked up into my eyes. “I will swallow your cum or enjoy it wherever you want to put it.”

Her hands came up to stroke my cock, and I moaned deeply. I was in a state of utter disbelief, but the look in her eyes was sincere. She wanted this. Wanted me. It wasn’t a hard decision.

I stepped forward and set my cockhead on her lips. I had never been dominant in a sexual relationship. I felt awkward and I decided to just wing it. I may have overdone it. “My beautiful slut, suck my cock until I empty my balls down your lovely throat.”

If it sounded corny, she showed no sign. She sighed contentedly before she opened her mouth and took my hardening cock in her warm wetness. Her arms wrapped around my ass and pulled me toward her. She took my cock all the way in until her nose sat in my pubic hair. She never broke eye contact, as I stroked her hair lovingly. I’ve had my cock sucked more than a few times, but never like this. I’d never want to know just how many cocks had been down her throat, but between her first and right now, she’d mastered the art.

She used her mouth only; her hands stayed on my ass. She began to hum softly, and her tongue bathed the bottom of my cock. “Oh Tina, that feels amazing.” She alternated between the deep throat and then just sucking the first two inches of my cock, never setting up a rhythm that allowed my orgasm to build very much, extending the ecstasy for as long as she wanted to hold me there.

After a while, I needed to cum badly, so I grabbed her head and held it. Her eyes met mine and she understood. I began thrusting my cock through her full lips until I felt my cockhead hit the back of her throat. I sped up, fucking her mouth as she sucked and hummed. Her hands had moved between her legs, and I could hear her fingers sliding wetly into her pussy.

“Is your pussy wet, sweet Tina?” She nodded slightly and hummed an affirmative. “Mmhmm!”

“Good,” I said. “After I fill your mouth with my cum, I’m going bend you over this bed and fuck your brains out. First with that dildo and then with my cock.”

Her eyes were wide. “Would you like that, slut?” Tina seemed to relax in my hands and her eyes closed in contentment. I let her suck the end of my dick as I came, jetting my cum onto the back of her tongue. I moaned loudly and shuddered. She swallowed it all happily and sighed.

I sank down onto my knees and pulled her towards me. I kissed her hard. Telling her without words how much I loved what she had done. She moaned into my mouth, and we pulled back to catch our breath.

She lowered her head to my chest and whispered. “You’re perfect.”

***

I awoke in Tina’s bed around 2 a.m. I watched her sleep in the dim light from the streetlamp outside that came around the edges of her curtains. I realized that this situation should feel weird, but it didn’t. It felt right. She felt right. The irony of it was hard to bear.

I slid from the bed quietly. It’s a good thing I awoke when I did. My phone was back in my room. Odds are I wouldn’t have heard my alarm from here. I had duty that day and being late is pretty serious in the Coast Guard. “Sorry, I overslept,” isn’t a viable excuse in the service. I stepped back to my room and verified my alarm was still set properly. After a moment’s consideration, I took a leak and then climbed into my own bed and spent the rest of the night there. That way my alarm wouldn’t wake Tina when it went off at O-dark-thirty on a Saturday.

***

I was just about to step out of the house when Tina caught my arm. She smiled sleepily and stepped into my arms. She was naked beneath a long blue silk robe. I’d removed the collar before we slept. She looked up at me and I kissed her. “Any regrets?” she asked with a questioning look. I thought for a moment and then shook my head. “This is the craziest thing ever, but somehow, I don’t. You?”

She smiled at me and shook her head. “When will you be home? Tomorrow morning?” I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll stop and get some groceries for the dishes I have planned. I’ll be home around nine.”

Her eyes narrowed mischievously, “And how would you like your slut to greet you when you return?” I trembled a bit when she said that. It seemed like an erotic fantasy had suddenly come to life and I was still in shock from it.

‘Wear something … sexy. Some lingerie perhaps.” Tina nodded happily. “But I want you to throw out any that you have already worn for another man. Go buy something new.” I took her chin in my fingers and kissed her. “You belong to me now,” I whispered. I felt her tremble under my hands. Her eyes said things her lips could not.

***

Of my three pals, Trent was the only one in my duty section. So, it was his questions I had to constantly contend with all day.

“How the fuck did a loser like you, score a hot fucking cougar like that? It’s fucking inconceivable!” he said as he stood in my galley. His mind was clearly blown by the idea. It might seem rude to you, how he spoke to me but that’s the way it is on board ship. You work and train hard together, become a team, and bond quickly. Before too long you’re like brothers and sisters. And treat or mistreat each other accordingly.

I couldn’t resist having some fun with him. “Well, I am from Florida, maybe I met her at a family reunion?” Trent laughed. Then he looked at me seriously before starting to laugh again. We laughed hard for a long while before he wiped his eyes and looked at me hard again. “But seriously dude, how did it happen?” I realized Tina and I were going to have to come up with some sort of backstory. And soon.

***

Chapter Four

I watched at the door until Gabe drove out of the driveway, and then went and sat on the couch. I closed my robe and wrapped my arms around myself. When he’d said that I belonged to him now, I’d almost wept. Last night had been mind-blowing, hell, life-affirming even. True to his word, after we’d caught our breath, Gabe rose and helped me to my feet. In those heels, it was nice to have a hand up. He motioned toward the bed with a wicked smile. The way he looked at me made me shiver. His demeanor was cool confidence. I hadn’t expected that in a guy his age.

I bent over the side of my bed and set my elbows on the mattress. I felt Gabe’s hand slide over my ass. My cheeks were rounder than they once were, with a little cellulite starting to creep in, but I would have new motivation when I hit the gym again on Monday.

“Is this your favorite toy?” he asked, picking up the red rubber dildo on my bedside table. His voice had taken on a deeper, more authoritative timbre. It was very sexy.

“No,” I replied. “In the drawer there. The pink one with the vibrator.” He looked around in the drawer before he picked up my pal Pinky. “Are these restraints?” he growled. I nodded. “Yes.”

His hand squeezed my ass lovingly. “Nice. I look forward to using all of these on you. Would you like that?”

I smiled when he asked me. His words sounded vaguely unsure, but I knew he’d have the hang of it in no time if I responded correctly. “Y-yes. I would.”

I heard the vibrator switch on. His left hand continued to stoke my ass so gently. I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me. I felt his left foot, step between mine. “Spread those legs, my beautiful slut. I’m going to start right now.”

Quivering with desire. I spread my legs and waited for his touch. I felt him kneel down behind me and his hand moved down my ass to my thigh.

“What a lovely pussy … and look at this clit! No wonder you’re always horny. It’s big enough it must rub on everything you wear.”

He must have shifted the vibrator to his left hand or dropped it, as his right hand slid through my cleft and two fingers rubbed gently on either side of my clit. His touch brought a moan from my lips.

“Yes, baby. I want to hear you moan. It makes me happy,” he whispered. A moment later the tip of the vibrator was against my hole. He teased around my opening for quite a while, and then slowly began sliding it inside me.

“Damn, you are wet.” I heard his lips smack. When the dildo was fully inside me, I moaned loudly. The vibrations were turned up a little higher than I usually do. I felt my pussy flood with wetness. When he pulled Pinky out and I whimpered from being suddenly empty. He stood.

“Do you want it back in …” he asked. I nodded excitedly. “Or do you want this?” I felt his cockhead, push into my ass cheek. It felt like a bar of iron.

“Your cock! Always your cock!” I cried. I wasn’t sure why at the time, but I was aroused like never before. Maybe it was his tone of voice or the gentle way he was touching me, but he knew what he was doing.

“Such a good slut knows all the right things to say to her man. I think I’ll reward you.”

I felt his legs on the outside of both of mine and his cock slid through my pussy lips to poke at my clit.

“That feels so good Tina. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you, every day that I can.” He shut off the vibrator and I felt his hands on my hips.

“Yes,” I whined. “Please, Gabe take me as your slut again. Claim me with your cock.”

His cock pushed into me, slowly and steadily and my mouth fell open as my body became alive with sensation. I thrust back against him and moaned loudly. “Yes, fuck me!” I wailed.

He slid in and out ever so slowly, taking his time. It was the most sublime torture. Then all at once he slammed into me, filling me to my cervix in one thrust. He slid out and paused several moments before slamming in again. It was heavenly. I think he’d have kept it up, but he got caught up in his own need and was soon fucking me as hard and fast as he could.

He pulled my hips back as he pushed forward, and our bodies slapped together with erotic wet sounds. After a dozen strokes, I came. It felt like a lightning strike, and my knees buckled. After I remembered to breathe, Gabe paused and pulled out of me.

“Get up on the bed, flat on your stomach,” he growled in my ear. I love the prone position and could hardly move fast enough.

He moved over me. ‘Are you ready?” He whispered and kissed me between my shoulder blades.

I wiggled my ass at him and whined imploringly.

“Yes, please!” I wailed.

I felt him slide wetly into me and then he began. Imagine what a toned young man who can do a hundred pushups can do in the prone position. It was unreal.

He hammered into me as no one had ever done before. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over me. I came over and over, screaming each time, swearing to him that I would be his faithful slut until the end of time if only he would fuck me just like this always.

So lost in my orgasms I didn’t feel him cum until I noted him slowing down and then I felt his warmth spreading out inside my slick cunt.

Breathing hard Gabe slipped out of my pussy and onto the bed. He pulled my back into him, and he spooned up behind me. He began kissing my neck and shoulders and wrapped his arms around me. I felt so safe and sated.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. I smiled and closed my eyes.

***

The bedside clock told me we hadn’t slept too long. I felt Gabe stir behind me and I tried to roll over, but he held me tightly.

I felt his hips move and I could feel his cock against my ass. Slowly he rolled his hips, pushing his groin into me. I could feel his cock beginning to harden once again. His hand had been draped over my side and now it moved up to cup my right breast.

I could only admire his youthful stamina. It had been many years since one man had been in me four times in a couple of hours. I moaned lightly and wiggled my ass into his cock.

I felt his breath quicken and it stirred the hairs at the nape of my neck. He moved his hand up from my nipple and slid it over my collarbone and up my neck. He turned my head toward him and slid away slightly so I could roll onto my back. I looked over and our eyes met. His cock continued to harden against my thigh.

“Tired?” he asked softly. I didn’t bother to answer, I just took his hand and moved it down over my vulva.

The contented smile that he gave me made my heart race. He put two fingers together and slid them into my pussy. I could feel his fingers mixing up our cum in there until he slid them out and used the lubricant to make my labia and clit super slick.

I turned my head towards him, and we kissed as his wet fingers turned my pussy into a kaleidoscope of pleasure. I moaned and grabbed his cock. It was fully hard again and precum ran from the tip. I wiped it off with my thumb and lifted it to my mouth. I licked it off and smiled at him.

He lifted my right leg over his hip and slid in tightly until I felt his cockhead at my pussy opening once again. He angled his body and thrust with his hips and entered me. “Gabe, that feels wonderful.”

He smiled and began massaging my clit once again. It was slow and easy, and it felt like I was sliding into a warm bath. After a while, I reached down and stopped his hand. I was getting closer than he was and I wanted this to be perfect, so I moved his hand to my breast and felt goosebumps when his wet fingers began circling my nipples, spreading our wetness over them. When I felt his breathing quicken, I moved his hand back to my clit and told him to pinch it just as he came, and when he did, we both had a beautiful orgasm together.

We lay there and cuddled in together, both of us needing a shower but neither wanting to shatter the intimacy. “Will you sleep with me in here now?” I asked quietly.

“Would you like me to?” Gabe asked me, his eyes shining.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “I want to be close to you so you can have me whenever you want. I’m yours now.” He smiled and said, “I have to keep my slut happy.”

***

I lay back on the sofa fantastically turned on from remembering our evening. I contemplated getting my toys and having a slow languorous masturbation session, but I decided to wait until my Gabe got home tomorrow morning. It was difficult in ways I can’t fully express.

I got up and dressed and planned my day. It made me remember what Gabe had told me as he left. New lingerie and throw the old stuff away. I’ll admit I hadn’t seen that curve ball coming. But he had claimed me. He was my … Dom. He wasn’t my first, but something told me he was going to be my best. I couldn’t wait to find out.

I got a cardboard box from the garage and boxed up all my old lingerie and sexy costumes. Some of it was torn and needed throwing away anyway. Other stuff was in good shape and expensive so that got boxed and stored in the garage, to be donated. Imagining the look on the face of the person opening the box at the donation center made me laugh.

Finally, I dressed and headed out to the local adult novelties shop and picked out something sexy. Something different than I normally would. Something sweet and sexy rather than full-on slut-mode.

***

Gabe got home at about 8 a.m. the next morning. I’d already been up for hours. I’d showered, shaved, and took my time to get my make-up perfect. I kept my hair simple, just a high ponytail. I’d chosen a pretty blue baby doll negligee, with a nearly non-existent G-string, and a beautiful pair of peep-toe sandals with a stiletto heel. I added my black leather wrist cuffs, just for fun.

When he stepped through the door, he found me kneeling in the middle of the living room, with my hands clipped behind my back. The look on his face took me for a loop. His desire was evident, but there was something there I had only ever seen once before. Genuine affection. At that moment I said a little prayer. “Please, Lord, don’t let me screw this up like I did last time.”

Gabe walked up to me and cupped my cheek affectionately, and then reached under my arm.

“Please stand up,” he said softly. He steadied me as I struggled to rise with my hands bound. Once I was on my feet he stepped back and admired my body. “Much better. My beautiful slut should always be standing when she wants me to see her. I want to see your beautiful body standing tall and proud. So that I can admire you from every angle.”

I smiled and stood straight, pushing my tits out in front of me like a soldier at attention. The negligee had no brassiere, and my breasts were naked beneath the diaphanous material. Gabe’s smile made me feel so good. “That’s so good, lover,” he said. “I have some nice plans for us this morning. I hope you had no plans for the day. Because I plan to use you all day, and then cook you something tasty.”

I shivered. I admit it without shame, and he saw it. God, he was so confident. Making me his, seemed to come naturally to him. I was in heaven. “I would like that very much,” I said softly.

Gabe walked away from me and checked the fridge, leaving me standing there. I heard him open the freezer and heard items being moved in there. I heard the thunk of something frozen being left in the sink. Then I heard him walk into his room. “Did you have a good day yesterday?” he called to me.

“Yes,” I replied, “I did a little shopping.”

He’d crept up behind me silently. I started when he spoke to my right. “I see that,” he said, smiling. He was entirely naked. His eyes traveled down my body. “I love it, you look so innocent and pure.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud. He smiled and then to my surprise, he walked to the end table, picked up the TV remote switched on the TV. My surprise must have shown on my face, because he smiled knowingly at me.

“Do you like women’s soccer, slut?” he asked. I shrugged. “I don’t watch it on TV, but I don’t dislike it.”

“Good,” he said, pointing at the TV. “This is the Women’s World Cup. Sweden versus Britain. We’re going to watch the second half together and by the time the game is over, you’ll be a soccer fan.” His smile was so bright and cheerful that I couldn’t help but smile back.

He walked over and sat down in the middle of the sofa facing the TV. He patted both cushions on either side of him. “Come lay across my lap little slut. I want to play with that beautiful big ass. C’mere, I’ll unlatch your hands.”

Shortly, I was lying face down across his lap. My hands were relatched above my head. “Now here’s what you are going to do,” he said “Every time the commercials come on, you’re to be on your knees, with my cock in your mouth. When the game restarts, you’re to be back on my lap. Understood?”

“Yes, Gabe.” I was enthralled with this young man more every moment. Clearly, he’d put some thought into this. Then he sat back and watched the game. His hands immediately started massaging my ass. I felt him lean over my head. “Do you like to be spanked?” My breath caught in my throat, and I nodded. “Yes, Gabe.”

As his hands slid over my thighs, I opened my legs instinctively. His hand slid up and I felt the side of his forefinger push against the thin gusset of my G-string.

When the commercials started, I slid down and knelt between his feet. He leaned back and I leaned over his lap. I sucked his semi-hard cock into my mouth and sucked briskly. His hand grabbed my ponytail and pulled me off.

“Slowly, and gently if you please, love.” He said, meeting my eyes. “I want this to last.” I smiled and nodded, and he lowered my head back to down to his cock. A minute or so later he tapped me to lay back down on his lap. As his hand resumed its work between my legs, I felt the tip of his index finger poking into my pussy. I moaned lightly, finally understanding his plan for this morning’s fun. We were going to edge each other, and the soccer game was the timer for our torment.

After twenty minutes, his first two fingers were completely inside me, but moving so very slowly in and out. It was maddening. “Are you enjoying the game, slut?” My eyes had been closed for quite a while.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered. I loved the way he said slut. It wasn’t harsh or humiliating. It was said so lovingly that I realized what was liable to happen if he should continue this way.

He was so slow and careful that I never got close to cumming, and he controlled my head when I was sucking him, so that he didn’t either.

When the final whistle blew, I was so wet the tops of his thighs were coated in my juices and I was more aroused than I can remember. I’ve never had anyone do anything like that in my life. He seemed so focused on giving me pleasure, it was unreal. His fingers were magic on my big clit, twirling circles around it or flicking it gently.

He helped me up and told me to lie on my back on the sofa. His cock was twitching like mad as I moved. There was no doubt in my mind that I was about to get fucked vigorously. It made my whole body tremble. He moved between my legs and grabbed the heels of my shoes and spread my legs open wide. I moved my panties aside and spread my pussy lips with two fingers like a model in a porn magazine. I wanted him to see my wet opening, ready for him. I moaned loudly as he slid his turgid cock inside me. He was so warm and filled me so well that I wailed and called his name. I squeezed down on his cock with my pussy and I felt his body freeze for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

And then the last bit of self-control Gabe had, ran out like the last grain of sand in an hourglass. He pistoned his hips into me and I cried out.

“Oh God, yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed. I went wild, as he slammed into me hard and fast. Before two minutes were up, I was there. “Oh, geez Gabe, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna …” I screamed; our eyes locked on one another. I clamped down with my pussy on his cock and tried to close my legs around him, but he was an undeniable force. He kept slamming it into me, as I came. He never let up.

A few minutes later he flooded my womb with what felt like buckets of cum. It was so hot and intense and we were both covered in sweat. Finally, he collapsed across my body, and I held him as we regained our composure.

When we sat up and he smiled at me, and I held up my cuffed hands. He uncuffed me and then I surprised him by pushing him down on the sofa. Then I slid over him and laid across his chest and kissed him passionately. We made out like proverbial teenagers for a long time. We couldn’t seem to get enough. My hands went down and stoked his cock until he was hard again. Then without asking permission I mounted him and slammed my pussy down on his cock. My eyes closed as I rode him. I leaned back and set my hands on his knees.

When he went to work on my clit with his thumb, I came immediately and then again before he filled me up for a second time.

Afterward, I lay across his body, and he brushed my hair from my sweaty face. We smiled weakly at each other. “How about spaghetti with meat sauce for supper? I have chopped meat defrosting,” he said with a smile. I kissed him tenderly. “Great food and great sex? Gabe, if you’re not very careful, I’m going to fall in love with you.”

***

Chapter Five

After our morning fun, I got up and fixed us a nice brunch of eggs benedict but added my own twist. I like using slices of avocado instead of asparagus. Try it, you’ll thank me.

Afterward, I took my slut into the shower and worshipped her body with soap and water. I was having a hard time with this Dom thing. It’s not really me, but I loved seeing how it made her feel. The contended sigh is something every man should strive to make their woman do daily. If he doesn’t, well then, I suppose he’s not much of a man.

We dried off and I picked up the collar. I wondered if there was any wiggle room in this dynamic. Room for a little creativity. I decided to give it a try. I stepped up to Tina and she smiled at me. God, she had a great smile. It made me feel so good.

I offered her the collar. She picked it up and immediately started to put it on. I stopped her.

“No, Tina.” She looked at me quizzically until I turned and knelt before her. I heard her gasp. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

I looked back over my shoulder. “I think I’d like to be your slut for a little while.” She was silent for a while. “I don’t … I don’t usually do that.”

I didn’t look back. “Surely there is a way you’d like to be pleased. Some way that you would like to be served, that your men don’t ever think to do. This way I’ll learn what you do like, and I can use it in the games with my slut. Wouldn’t you like that?”

I heard and felt her kneel behind me. Her hands rubbed my back, and she leaned in to kiss my shoulders. “I would like that Gabe. No one’s ever asked me that before.” I heard the buckle clink as she reached around and laid the leather across my throat.

I frowned. “Then you need to find a better man.” I felt her hands again and she hugged me tightly from behind.

She set her hands on my shoulders and got up from her knees. She was quiet for a couple of minutes. She walked back into the bathroom, and I heard a cabinet door open. “Get up, slut,” she said with a giggle. I got to my feet and faced her. She handed me three folded towels. She tried to make a serious face but couldn’t. “Living room, now slut.” She pointed.

I turned and walked away, “As you wish, Mistress,” I said. She’d never called me Master in our play, I just assumed that wasn’t something she was into, but she laughed wildly when I called her Mistress. After I got into the living room she passed me, taking a whack at my ass as she did so.

She walked up to the couch and instructed me how I was to lay out the towels on the sofa and the floor. She sat down on the towel that I’d put on the sofa. She lay back, spread her legs, and gave me the most wicked grin.

“Slut, you are going to make me cum with your fingers and your mouth. I want you to make me scream, repeatedly, until I’m exhausted. Do you understand?” she said authoritatively, finally getting into the spirit.

“I would be happy to please you, Mistress,” I said with a smile.

“Commence slut!” she ordered with another giggle. I’d been wanting to do this for a while. Her pussy was entirely smooth, and her big clit stood out so proudly. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

I leaned forward and rolled her legs upward, which rolled her pelvis back, giving me perfect access. Her legs hooked over my shoulders. I pushed my nose into her clit and licked deeply into her pussy. It was so warm and wet. The taste of her was slightly tangy and musky, and I enjoyed it in my mouth. I had a feeling I was going to be at his for some time, so I got a rhythm going, I licked up inside her and then sucked her clit into my mouth, but gently, letting my tongue do the job. I twirled my fingers around inside her, pointedly avoiding her G-spot, initially.

“Oh Gabe, you’re teasing me. I love it,” she said breathlessly. I felt her hands in my hair, pushing my face into her pussy harder. I continued thusly for some minutes, before I added a second finger, and then turned them to find her G-spot. Her breathing hitched and she moaned loudly. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and sucked hard, flicking it forcefully with my tongue. I’d only been with three women before Tina, and none had a clit like she did. It was amazing. It stood out from the clitoral hood like a tiny cock. It took her about a minute of that intense treatment to cum.

Tina wailed and pulled my head in forcefully. “Hooo baby! I’m gonna … ugh!” she yelled. What I wasn’t prepared for was the ejaculation. Her spray hit me under the chin and coated my neck and chest. She immediately started to laugh happily. I leaned back and she leaned forward and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me passionately. “If you do that to your slut, every now and again, she will be very happy.” She whispered. “And I love to squirt!” She licked her juices from my chin with a wicked smile.

I smiled, “I will take care of my slut.”

She smiled back. “Good. Now slut, do that again!”

We spent the better part of an hour in that position. After the second orgasm, she sent me into her bedroom to fetch a small vibrating bullet to use on her pussy and she had two more beautiful orgasms on my face. I loved every second my mouth was on that smooth pussy.

When she crawled down to the floor with me and got on her knees and set her head on the carpet, I needed no further instruction. Her pussy was so wet and slick that she didn’t seem to get a lot of sensation, so she added the bullet to her clit. I was so aroused; I didn’t last as long as I wanted to. After I filled her cunt for the third time that day, I slid out and pushed my fingers back inside her. I pushed hard on her G-spot, and I felt the bullet still on her clit. She came screaming and squirted again, but after four previous it was just a dribble, which I happily cleaned up with my tongue.

Tina collapsed on the carpet, breathing heavily. I rolled over on my side. Our eyes met and we smiled at one another. “I think we need … another … shower,” she gasped.

“Yes, Mistress.”

***

Weeks went by this way. I used her every day, trying to surprise her with new positions and new locations. We fucked in every room in the house and the garage as well. One day she’d come home from work, and I took her forcefully on the hood of her car, with the garage door open. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and her panties were around her ankles. It was something I’d always wanted to do. After I came inside her, I turned and went back into the house, leaving her there gasping. Afterward, she came inside and kissed me wildly.

We did talk about the Dom/sub arrangement, and I told her that I didn’t expect her to be in slut-mode all the time, wearing the collar constantly. She seemed a bit surprised and a little dismayed. “But I assure you that when you walk out with that collar on, I will use you.” Her eyes met mine. “You promise?” she asked hopefully.

I cupped her beautiful face with my hand and wiped a glob of my cum from her cheek. “Yes, my beautiful slut, I promise.” She smiled happily and continued to stroke my cock.

One thing I had not expected was just how much she enjoyed sucking cock. I know she told me early on, but I thought maybe she had just said that to feel submissive. I was wrong. It was her favorite thing to do. We came up with all sorts of combinations to incorporate into our play. We did a lot of sixty-nine, but her favorite was a suction cup dildo stuck at knee level on her dresser. She would fuck it in doggy position with my cock thrusting into her mouth. The feeling of being spit roasted turned her on to no end. Her orgasms were a thing to watch. And I guess that could be what got me thinking.

***

Tina and I had come up with a cover story that we had met at the local gym, and she had offered me her room to rent when I was faced with living in the barracks and having to share the room with another guy. A little extra cash for her and some independence for me. That was as much as I told them, their wicked minds though cooked up all sorts of stories on how she had seduced me. I was given the nickname Cubby before our six weeks at home were up. Everyone from the junior officers to my chief, and the entire rest of the enlisted crew called me that.

I had to laugh. Man, there are a whole lot of worse things to be nicknamed than Cubby. Tina especially loved it.

After five weeks at home, Tina and I organized a backyard barbeque and invited Trent, Ollie, and Javier. It was just luck to find a Saturday when none of us had overnight duty. It was a little drizzly that day, as is to be expected in Florida on any given day, so I cooked outside, and we ate inside. Tina though, had planned her outfit for the sun and didn’t bother changing it. She wore a green halter top, with a plunge front bra and a pair of shorts that hugged her round ass very well. Her amazing cleavage was on full display and Trent and Ollie were constantly checking it out. Only Javier kept his gentlemanly cool.

“So, Tina …” Trent began after the food was served and we were all at the table. “Cubby here, hasn’t told us anything, and we’re dying to know.” He grinned mischievously at me.

Tina smiled. “What is it, Trent?”

“How did this loser, get a woman like you?” He laughed, “Was it a roofie or hypnotism or what?”

I will remember this until the day I pass from this world and hopefully thereafter. She leaned over the table at him, giving him a good eyeful of her creamy breasts.

“Trent, it was that dick.” His jaw dropped. She nodded her head at me. “That man is a sexual machine. He fucks me until I can hardly walk.” Ollie and Javier laughed out loud, and Trent was struck uncharacteristically speechless.

Javier chuckled. “So, the cubby is a lion, huh?”

She gave him her best, “you better believe it” look. “Oh yeah. Best fuck of my life.”

I was so red from embarrassment; I could feel the heat in my face. It was worth it though, just to see the look on Trent’s face.

***

Just a few days before my ship was to deploy again, I had overnight duty. I spotted Trent in the lounge. He looked kind of down. My three pals are all single, and pretty darn far from home. In-port time can be rough when there is no appreciable social or family life outside the ship. It seems to cause single guys to get into all sorts of trouble. I got an idea and called Tina after dinner.

“Hey, sweetie. How’s your day going?” she asked sweetly. We made small talk for a little while and then I mentioned Trent and how he seemed to have the lonely-hearts blues.

I swear on my life, that I meant to say, “How about I bring him home for supper tomorrow after work?”

What I said was, “How about I bring him home for you tomorrow after work?”

It was silent on the other end of the line, for nearly ten seconds. For a moment or two, I thought that the call had dropped out. Then I heard her take a big breath.

“You want to bring him home for me? You’d do that?”

I was sort of in shock. I had entertained the idea, in a fantasy sort of way, but had not seriously considered it. I had to decide right then, and there was only one correct answer.

“Well … I ah … if that’s what you would like then I umm … yeah.”

*******

Hey, I hope you enjoyed my story. It is the first volume of a trilogy, I think. Anticipate at least one character from my other stories to appear. I hope the shifting first-person narration wasn’t too jarring. I wanted this to be a very intimate story from both perspectives and first person is much better for that, in my opinion.

A note on my use of the Coast Guard. If you are guessing that I have served, you’d be correct. I spent ten years as an electronics technician. I served on two cutters and have four years of sea time. My experience is dated, however, as I got out in 2001, shortly before the World Trade Center attack. And so much has changed in that service since then. If any of my information is incorrect, it is due to that or my own forgetfulness, and I ask my fellow Coastie’s pardon. I’ve also taken a couple of creative liberties on a couple of minor details. Semper Paratus.