[mesonsdad]

My beautiful partner, Annalisa, is much younger than I am - she's 24, I'm 44. She's got mesmerizing dark brown eyes. Her smile is kind of wicked. kind of friendly, kind of sexy - she's VERY attractive. At 5'4" she's got an athletic, sturdy frame, but she's "petite," weighing only 105 pounds. She's Irish-Mexican and has very tan skin (an olive complexion) and proportions to DIE for. She has firm but smallish breasts (34 B) and brownish areolas. Her breasts actually defy gravity as the nipples practically point upwards. BUT - the truly hot body part is her ASS! It's a curvy, smooth, eye-catching backside - not big or anything, but perfectly molded to her frame. Anyway, as to your questions: Did I know she was wild? Yes. I had just been through a messy breakup and was actively looking for a younger, less complex girl. One of the guys on my staff mentioned that he had a cousin who was hotter than hell and he said she'd be perfect for "...taking my mind off things...". I asked, "how's that?" He explained that she was always a rebel, very independent, and many of his friends had been swept off their feet by her and seemed to take solace in letting him know how crazy she'd been.

It was kina odd, however, when I first met her 4 years ago. She seemed bent on convincing me that she was almost pristine, saying that she had been with 4 guys, all of them boyfriends, in her entire life. It took me over 2 weeks to get to know her intimately, and I have to say, I have NEVER had head that amazing in my life! She seemed to have been taught by a porn star or had been one previously (LOL!). Anyway, I believe that maybe her cousin had heard some angry spurned lovers who vented by making her seem cheap and sl*tty. I would never have suspected her of being polyamorous or any kind of "kinky" from what I experienced.

What developed with us two was actually a very intense friendship, and she, I think, regarded me as a "father figure" if nothing else. It was totally cool, though, because she shared a bed with me every night due to the fact that I lived in a 2-br house and rented the other room out. She was DYING to get that room, and she was pretty candid as to why. See, she was extremely practical and realized that her body was a "commodity" that she was completely in control of. She also had a bit of a chemical dependency problem and she was quite aware that the dealers who serviced her were more than a little interested in seeing what they might get along the way. Of course, Annalisa was no fool - she was a MASTER at "working" the lame, prideful, and all-too-obvious dudes who thought it was just a matter of "show and go" in terms of quid pro quo coochie for coke. She would simply tease and lure the fuck outta these idiots, all the while taking full advantage of the "generosity" that seemed to "flow" from the "Kingpins."

She needed a "platform" from which to work, and having a bedroom of her own was a necessity. I did make myself scarce when she had "visitors" so that she could use the living room or the bedroom to her liking. I recall the first time she mentioned that there was a guy coming by who went to high school with her and who had become quite enamored with her. He was wealthy due to his family's businesses and he would have no problem dropping $75-$100 for what Annalisa called "Bomb Head." I can certainly attest to that, and even thought that she was underselling herself. Anyway, she told me the guy was headed over and aksed if it would be cool if I kinda left her alone in the house for a bit because this guy would definitely get squirrelly if I was there. I said "No Problem, Monkey!" But - I suggested another idea. I just left a note on the coffee table that told Annlisa that I was going to be gone for a few hours, and that if she left the house to please lock it up. She hugged me and gave me that to-die-for smile and said "I love you, Dude!"

It wasn't long before the guy showed up, and I was nestled away in my room and could kind of hear them talking and laughing with no apparent distress regarding the presence of anyone else in the house. Then, it became noticeably quiet. I could only surmise that Annalisa was getting down to business. This actually really aroused me, although I couldn't put my finger on why just then. But, I made my way to the little patio right outside my room which abutted the window looking into the front room. It seemed invasive and even a bit salacious, but I HAD to see...the blinds into the living room were drawn, so i actually had to get pretty close to the window to get any kind of view. As I eased towards the window, I could hear the rhythmic gasps of breath you would expect from a guy who was having his cock fellated with masterful skill by a female of extraordinary beauty and sexual appeal. I could see the back of his head as he braced himself against the back of the sofa while Annalisa, who was topless and wearing only the maroon thong she'd had on under her shorts, was vigorously and passionately licking and sucking and massaging the hell out of this guy's dick. Damn! "This girl certainly throws herself into her work," I remember thinking.

Well, after a short time I saw the dude exploding wildly into her mouth, and he was trying desperately to force her head down onto the erupting member, which I happened to know was a HUGE no-no for Annalisa. She absolutely could not stand the thought of being treated like some kind of porn chick, gagging and tearing up while the recipient of the cocksucking convulsively slammed her head into his thrusting hips. She slapped his hand away without hesitating, BUT she took every inch of his prick into her mouth and throat and let him thrust and fuck and shoot loads of cum into her throat. Was a champ at this because, she said, she learned how to relax her throat muscles by practicing on cucumbers, of all things. Anyway, the guy was spent and, i guess, a little ashamed, because he left right away, not without embracing her warmly and telling her to let him know if she needed any help at all.

She walked him to his car and then dashed back into the house and headed for my room, which i had reoccupied while she was outside. "Look!" she exclaimed with unexpected enthusiasm, "$150! Let's get some bammer weed and some flaky crumbs!" Admittedly, I would imbibe when Annalisa did, particularly the coke, because it seemed to set an erotically charged atmosphere in motion and I did like the high occasionally. I called the dealer I knew and told him my little "partner" wanted some "Pearl." This particular dealer was a bit younger than me, but substantially older than Annalisa, and he was fascinated by and, of course, incredibly hot for her. I could tell he was thinking about what kind of deal he might be able to work. When I got off the phone I told Annalisa that "Bob," the dealer, was thinking how he'd sure like to make a "deal" with her. "Huh?" was her reply. "Well, you know how he thinks you "worked" him outta so much dope the night he met you, and he was convinced that you were offering up "something" by the way you were acting." "I didn't "work" him at all!" she protested. "HE was all up in my grill trying to run game on me, but I never asked him for a bit of that coke!" "I know, Ding-Bat! I was there, remember? But, he is such a heel that he can't believe he got "played" at his own game." "Well," she pondered, "What kind of deal do you think he might have in mind?" "I don't really know, Chicken, but what difference does it make? You have cash!" "I know, but I really would like to get a quarter ounce without dipping into the cash. We need to get GROCERIES, man!" She gave me a slug in the arm as she said this and she smiled that million-dollar smile and then she leapt up onto me like I was some kind of beast of burden and hugged me with abandon. "Find out what he thinks he might get for a quarter ounce of that Peruvian stuff." "Ok," I replied, sliding her off my neck and waist. "I'll give him a call." "Wait!" she blurted out, "What do YOU think he should be looking for to cover the QZ?" I looked at her and said, "Honey, he couldn't come up with a bag big enough to rate you." "Awww! She jumped back up on me and kissed me on the neck and face in the way a Labrador Retriever that was excited to see his human partner would. It was very affectionate, and I actually found this kind of behavior enchanting.

Well... I got ahold of "Rob" and told him he'd definitely made an impression on A-lyssa. He replied with a big "Bullshit! That's crazy!" I replied, "Well, she was interested that you would be so interested in her that you would offer her something." "What?" "She was kinda turned on that you were that interested in her, that's all." I knew that Rob, with his huge ego, would not see this so much as "bartering" as much as "showing his appreciation" to her. He coyly asked, "So what does she want?" I replied, "Dude! How am I supposed to know?" He said, "Well, is she there?" I said yes and told him to come by if he wanted to make his own deal. He agreed and hung up.

"I think he's pretty excited A-Lyssa. He sounded like he was practically cumming on the phone. He's on his way over to talk to you." She blushed and looked at me with her dangerous pirate smile and said, "What should I do?| I suggested that she act casual, but wear her super tight shorts and a white wife-beater that was semi-transparent in order to set him in the right direction. She came back out of the room looking extraordinarily hot, her tan skin contrasting with the white tank top and her muscular legs leading up to her flawlessly curved ass. "Whtcya think?" she asked, grinning. "You nailed it, Chick!" We High-Fived and she went about cleaning the house up as we waited for Rob.

It was less than 10 minutes later and I heard him pull up. A-lyssa nervously ran her fingers through her hair and asked, "Should I answer the door?" "Yea. That'd be good." She eagerly swung the door open on the first knock. "Hey!" she acted almost surprised to see him. He nervously stood at the door and asked if I was home. A-Lyssa said, "Yea. Want me to get him?" "Sure." She came into my room and said, "He wants to talk to YOU, I guess." "No. He's just nervous. I'll talk to him." I wentout front and said "What's up?" to which he replied, "You tell me." "Dude," I said, "you have to work this out yourself." I said I'd go get A-lyssa and they could talk. I'd be in my room.

About 20 minutes went by and Alyssa barged into my room looking panicked. "He's not saying anything! We've just been playing darts!" "Well, you gotta be more 'intriguing' I guess." "What do you mean?" "Go out there and ask him if he ever has played 'Strip Darts'." "WHAT? she moaned. "Just hit him up like that. You'll see, he'll want to dicker after that."

She returned to the front room and I could hear them laughing and talking. I heard the "thump! thump! Thump!" of the darts shortly thereafter, and after about 20 minutes I decided I'd go out and see how things were going. I was delighted to see that A-Lyssa had lost only her shoes, socks, and top. Rob, on the other hand, had forfeited his shoes, socks, pants, shirt and, it looked like this final game would result in los of his underpants. It was easy to see he was very excited by all this as his cock was near bursting the seams of his boxer-briefs. "She's a Hustler!" he laughed as he stood there awaiting his fate. A-Lyssa dropped her final dart in the winning slot and clapped and high-fived me as she looked over at Rob, whose face was crimson from embarrassment. "Ok - you won! How bout if I smoke a bowl with you instead of getting naked?" A-lyssa replied, "Sure. If you're too afraid to show me what you got, fine!" They both laughed and sat down on the couch and began to hit the pipe. I was surprised to see that even though Rob got fully dressed, A-lyssa opted to just leave her top off, her picture-perfect B cup breasts just beaming with perky sexiness.

I returned to my room and figured they'd work something out but, sure enough, A-lyssa was back in my room twenty minutes later and pleading, "What the fuck" Is he going to make me an offer or what?" I said, "Gimme a minute," and went out to talk with Rob. "So, what's up?" I began. He looked at me helplessly and said, "Am I just supposed to say, 'Let's fuck?'" "No!" Let me talk to her and see if I can get you two on the right wavelength. I returned to my room and sat on the edge ofthe bed and turned A-Lyssa towards me and said, "You're gonna have to step up your game." "What?" she half-shrieked back. "I didn't realize that Rob was so shy, but he seems to want YOU to bring any deal up. BUT- I have a better idea." She looked at me, mystified, and said, "So...what's the idea?" "Ok. You need to walk out there naked, except for a towel, and tell Rob you're going to take a shower." "...And?" she asked, looking confused. "I'm going to go to the store and get beer and shit, so you'll have plenty of time to work your magic." "What...what magic?" "I can guarantee you that while I'm gone, Rob will become very interested in whatever you're doing and you can use the spare bedroom to "entertain" him." She looked at me with that devilish smile and said "Okay!." I went out to speak to Rob and told him I was going to the store. He said "What should I do?" I said, "You can wait here and A-Lyssa will keep you company." He looked a bit confused but said, "Ok."

I took an EXTRA long time at the store, and wondered what was going on as I pulled up. I snuck around to where I could see into the front room and was just in time to see A-lyssa, hair dripping wet, walk out into the front room with a towel barely covering her body. She asked Rob, "Did you just call me?" He looked on trying to keep his eyes off her smoking hot body and said, "N-n-n-o." "Oh," she said, "I thought I heard someone." She turned and left and I watched as Rob nervously got up and looked down the hall, and said, "Nat took off to the store, you know." Alyssa replied, "I can't hear you. I'm in the back bedroom." I watched Rob walk towards the back and raced around to get a glimpse of the room A-lyssa was in. She was in front of the mirror sitting on a bench, topless, with the towel d****d around her naked lower half. She looked at Rob in the mirror as he stood at the door nervously looking at her then away from her. "You can sit here on the bed," she said, her softly husky voice lulling him over.

She seemed to be surprised as he took his seat, saying, "Oh my God! I'm just sitting here with my tits out! "How embarrassing!" Rob shot back, "It's ok with me!" She laughed and went back to doing her makeup, Rob stealing glances at her perfect little torso as she nonchalantly moved about. She stood up abruptly, apparently forgetting that she wasn't wearing anything from the waist down, and turned towards Rob whose eyes widened with excitement as he gazed at her pelvic region, which was a beautifully curved area where her little sn*tch was tucked neatly between her legs, and just a hint of hair in a thin line marked the spot. "Oh, shit!" she screamed and quickly grabbed the towel. "You must think I'm some kinda stripper or ho!' she exclaimed. Rob responded awkwardly, "N-n-n-ot at all! I kinda like that look!" A-lyssa peered down at him and smiled playfully and said, "I BET you do!" They both laughed after that and I saw A-lyssa sit on the bed next to Rob as they smoked more from the pipe.

Finally, Rob uttered, "So Nat was saying you wanted to make some kind of deal with me..." "Oh - that. Sure! He told me that you wanted to maybe hit this," and she laughed as she pointed at her ass. "Well, yea!" he retorted, looking somewhat relieved. "So, what do you have in mind?" A-lyssa asked smoothly. Rob, no poet, simply blurted out, "I want to fuck!" Alyssa acted coy and shy, but her eyes showed she was absolutely confident as she got up, let the towel fall, and said, "you everyone get really BOMB head?" Rob damn near fell off the bed - "What the?". She stood in front of him now, bent over to help him get his dick out, then got to her knees and began her assault on his will vis-à-vis her extremely talented tongue, her warm, soft, full lips, her seductively disarming eyes with the almond shaped setting, and, of course, her absolute lack of fear. Rob just sat there looking pathetic and almost nauseous as Aly got to it. OMG! JESUS! OH FUCK! was all that I heard from Rob as her tongue flicked and licked and massaged his purplish cock...I tried to " warn" him - this girl has SKILLS that defy logic...anyway, Aly kept her eyes glued to his as he convulsively bucked his hips into her gorgeous face and it looked for a minute as if he'd suffered a stroke, his body was so contorted and moving with episodic tremors that left his face a ridiculously twisted and beaded with sweat.

Well, in less than 4 minutes she had him pouring a reservoir of jism into Alyssa's throat. She continued to coax more and more out than I could ever imagine someone shooting without a reload, but this 105 lb. Dynamo had reduced the 225 lb. thug into a state of near catatonic immobility...

She leaned over discreetly and spit the spooge-ball into a towel lying nearby and Rob never even realized it. He lay staring up at the ceiling breathless and probably dehydrated, saying, "I don't fucking believe it! I just can't believe it!". Alyssa continued gently stroking and kissing and licking his shaft and scrotum, not wanting to leave one drop of sperm unaccounted for.

Finally she stood up and slipped a men's shirt on over her sung glazed body with flawless skin and curves so wickedly contoured it was impossible to avoid lustful, sexually-charged thoughts from racing through your mind. " So...you need a drink or sump'n?" She asked playfully. Rob gazed at her, taking in the outstanding view of her with that unbuttoned shirt revealing a good portion of that tight little pussy lingering underneath. Her minimal but noticeable cleavage accented the searing heat of her presence with just enough to make a guy (or Girl!) Lose their mind trying to figure out how to harness that potential passion. "I'll take a beer or whatever if you're offering," Rob struggled to vocalize. "Sure thing!" Alyssa chimed as she pranced out the door letting the shirt tails fly up just enough to give Rob a fleeting glimpse of that incredible, unrealistically appealing backside. She returned in a flash with a cold Dr. Pepper and handed it to Rob after she popped it open and took a sip. "Hope u don't mind," She said with an unconvincing look of guilt on her face. Rob, clueless, asked, "Mind what?". " Me taking a drink out of your DP. I MEAN, you know where my mouth has been, so...". Rob took a second to grasp the irony and humor, then he laughed heartily and shook his head, eyes still glued on the dazzling lady before his eyes.

I was absolutely spent - It was so fucking arousing watching Alyssa "work her magic" especially when she was letting her "modesty guard" down. Very rarely would she wear clothes that could be seen as provocative or revealing, even though the simple truth was, ANYTHING. she wore ended up becoming an alluring, tantalizing adornment to her own overpowering sensual presence. She wasn't a girl who would flash in public or purposely wear something that would actually expose her breasts or ass or sn*tch like so many hopeless little girls her age were often compelled to do. I was surprised that she hadn't put on more than just a button up men's shirt while Rob was obviously ogling her. She's no prude, mind you, but she isn't really fond of being leered at by dudes who are transfixed on "getting some." But here she was, letting this guy feast on the view, and not once mentioning the "deal" they had touched on prior to the "Head-Stravaganza" she'd just performed.

Well...that, of course, is her well developed sense of maneuvering a guy, any guy, into her inextricably magnetic charms... So, I left the window and went into the house and made some arrival noises so that I didn't alarm them if I walked to the back. In an instant I was struck with a vigorous tackle attempt by my pint-sized roommate. "Hey, Mutha-Fucka! You just now getting home? What took you so long? I'm DYING for a Snicker's!" Alyssa rattled off as she clung to my stumbling torso with the grip of a chimpanzee coming from her strong little limbs. "Get tha fuckoutta my spine, you friggin' monkey!" I pleaded as I tried to sc**** her from her perch on my torso. She was enchantingly nonchalant about leaving her "guest" in the room while she velcroed herself to my body, and I was surprised as hell when Rob ambled from the back and said he was taking off which only got a "take care" reply from Alyssa. I shook my head as she waved at him leaving out the door. "Where's my Snickers, Mudda Fugga?" she said as she clocked me in the arm playfully but painfully. I grabbed the bag with the candy in it and slung it at her and noticed, as she lept to snag it she had put on a colorful thing and the first three buttons of the shirt were fastened. She pounced on the couch and dug into the candy like a hypoglycaemic cretin.

"Come over here, Dude! I wanna show ya sump-in!" I ambled over to the couch and took a seat next to her. "Candy?" She queried. "I'm good for now, Squirrel, but thanks! What were ya gonna show me?". She took great pleasure in teasing the hell out of me and I wasn't surprised by her sultry, seductive reply. " Oh, you're gonna like what I've got to show you, Racer-X!". She licked her lips and then tauntingly reached under the shirt and appeared to be grabbing her panties. Then, she whisked out a baggie which, turns out, was 5 grams of Rob's best powder, and she dangled it in front of my eyes. I've never really been one of those "addictive personality" types, so I was mildly underwhelmed by her prize. Then, just as I was beginning to lose interest, she whips out her other hand and in it were several $100 bills. $600, to be exact, and, in keeping with our all for one and one for all mantra, the little scamp gives me HALF! "Alyssa," I began, "I don't know what you had to do to get that tight-ass Rob to be so generous, but, hey, its yours. Keep it.".
" Oh you fucker!" She screamed. "I've been here for what, 4 months, and haven't paid a dime for anything, and you been taking care of it all, so, No! I want to pretend to be an adult too!". I laughed at her obstinate little act of rebellious dignity, and just said, " If you could put a value on just how gawd dammed entertained you make me, let alone the added benefit of getting to share living quarters with a fucking "Maxim" model, you would be mind boggled at the inequitable state of affairs here.". She stared at me like she'd just gotten hit in the head by a pinecone and said, "what the fuck does inellectable mean?". I grabbed her and hugged her forcefully and said, " See? Priceless! Let's go shopping and get you some things you've been crying about not having and then, if there's any left over, I'll let you buy me a hooker, OK?". She playfully opened her shirt exposing her firm, intriguingly shaped breasts and said, "You're gonna forget all about them skanks when you get a piece of this shit, Cowboy!". Then she laughed and scampered off to the back.

Anyway, this whole thing was actually the start of something seedy, perhaps, but one thing was clear - that girl was rockin' a GOLD MINE that she had been getting paid in silver for until we came up with a plan. That'll be next time..m