The ice clinked a little loudly as Peter sat down the remnants of his Crown & Coke. He inhaled quickly, and then raised his glass to the bartender, "Another, please?"
The extremely handsome bartender smiled widely, brilliant white teeth showing under a very thick black mustache. Damn, he's fucking hot, thought Peter, sucking on a piece of ice. The bartender, whose nametag read "Miguel", began making another drink for his well-dressed customer.
There, in the bar at the Omni Hotel in Dallas, Peter looked across the bar to the mirror behind the many bottles of liquor. His steely blue eyes glared back at him under thick greying eyebrows. While he appreciated how handsome he still looked at age 42, he almost cursed his own attractiveness that may have gotten him into his current predicament.
His very expensive Armani suit did not hide his extremely muscular, gym-honed physique. His impossible-to-miss blue eyes were set off by his greying buzz cut hair. Proud of his good looks, but never vain, Peter refused to dye his hair once it started to go grey. Many gay men, young and not-so-young, found men with grey hair very hot, and Peter knew he wore the look well. Oddly enough, his very thick mustache had remained its original colour of coal black, as had all of his body hair. Peter knew his his thick mustache, which went just past the corners of his mouth, identified him clearly as an out and proud gay man, and he enjoyed the benefits of being a successful, handsome openly gay man in a city of thousands of good-looking men.
His job as an accountant for the largest law firm in Dallas had made him very wealthy and quite popular as well. It had been three years since Peter's 12 year relationship with Dirk had ended, and he was enjoying his freedom, sowing a few wild oats, now in his Early Forties. In addition to his desirable body, made possible by his rigorous workouts, Peter was naturally endowed with a perfectly shaped 8-inch uncut penis. Because of his large dick and exquisite body, most of his sex partners saw him as the perfect top, but recently, Peter had been bottoming more often, enjoying having his ass slammed roughly by another hot man's hard cock.
Those thoughts were on Peter's mind as Miguel handed him his drink. What he wouldn't give to have this hot Mexican stud raping his ass while he jacked his own dick... Peter suddenly noticed Miguel's brown eyes staring directly into his, and he knew his face was red with desire. There was no mistaking what was going on, so Peter rose from his bar stool to get his wallet from the pocket of his blazer in order to give this Mexican fantasy his business card so that they could contact each other for hot, sweaty mansex. The hard eight inches of Peter's uncut cock strained uncomfortably at the confines of the expensive gabardine of his trousers at these incredibly arousing thoughts.
Just as he was opening his wallet, Peter felt a hand squeeze his meaty muscular ass cheek. "No, no, put Mr. Lange's drinks on my tab, Miguel," said the young woman who was fondling Peter's ass. Gulping in shock, he turned away from Miguel's sudden sneer to face the woman.
The 23 year old woman with long brown hair, green eyes, gym-perfect body and an arrogant look on her face smiled slyly and asked, "Ready for our... meeting?" Before he could say anything, she cupped her hand against his obvious hard-on, stroking it through his pants as she purred, "Ooh, I see you ARE ready!"
"It's not what you think!" he said in anger and frustration at this situation, pushing her soft hand away.
"On the contrary, Peter," she said, smiling wickedly as she leaned up against him, pressing her body against his as she stroked his hard cock again, right there in the bar in front of Miguel's shocked gaze. "It's EXACTLY what I think, what I want. Whatever I think, whatever I want. Period." She then turned and walked towards the elevators.
Peter shot a quick look back at Miguel, whose eyes were full of dark fury before he turned away in clear disgust. Peter then rushed to catch up with the imperious young woman. He never said a word in the elevator as it lifted the two of them to the penthouse floor. The penthouse, of course, Peter sighed in his mind. Quickly, his thoughts raced to the unbelievable level of ridiculousness his situation with this girl had arisen to.
Her name was Holly Rhodes, whose father Jim was the top lawyer for the firm where Peter was an accountant for the last five years. Jim was another kind of top - in bed, with other men, including Peter several times these last five years. Although still married to Holly's mother, Jim's homosexuality was pretty much an open secret in Dallas. Peter had enjoyed several exciting sexual encounters with the extremely sexy and virile 50 year old lawyer, and they remained occasional fuck buddies, often times swapping hot bodily fluids in that penthouse at the Omni that Jim owned.
Peter's predicament had started two days ago when he was called into Holly's office, a token gift bestowed on her by her father after she graduated from SMU with an intention to intern there. In the three months since she'd been there, Holly had only been there twice, both times to ask her father for some more money for some frivolous thing. Until two days ago...
In her office, Holly had gotten right to business, waving various papers in Peter's bewildered face which supposedly proved that he had swindled several hundred thousands of dollars from the law firm. While knowing these papers to be false, Peter was shocked at how authentic they appeared, utilizing codes and account numbers and information only he and his assistant Ken knew about!
As he was protesting his innocence, Holly put a finger to his lips, and said, "Ssh, Mr. Lange." She then ran her fingers over his lips and then his thick black mustache and said, "I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement where you can... pay for your transgressions."
He felt his stomach flip and twist in sick knots as his boss' daughter stepped even closer to him. "All of this... evidence," she smiled coyly, "can simply disappear and never be seen from again." Her fingers moved from his mustache down to his rock hard pecs, covered by an expensive Brooks Brothers shirt.
"Friday night. My Daddy's penthouse. You and me. One night," she named her terms. "No negotiations."
Peter stammered, "But you know I'm gay!" as his head reeled and his stomach churned in desperation.
She then leaned in even closer, with her red lips next to his right ear, so close he could smell her expensive perfume. "Yes, I know," she whispered, then licked the inside of his ear. "That's what will make it so hot, sexy."
The two days had rushed by at an insane rate of speed, as Peter tried to find a way out of this crazy nightmare. Have sex with a woman?! he thought incredulously. He knew that had this been a hunky male intern with the bogus blackmail documents, Peter would have had his wits about him and been able to turn the tables on the scammer and still have been able to enjoy hot sex with the devil.
But this??? His own occasional sex buddy's daughter?!?! He knew he wouldn't even be able to get it up for any woman, much less a blackmailing rapist! Peter had never kissed a woman, nor fantasized about one or masturbated to thoughts of fucking one. It had never even crossed his mind before, and now the thought made him truly sick.
Now, as Holly opened to door to her father's gay sex pad, she seemed to glow as she entered the foyer with a hot gay man who she knew had sucked on her father's hard dick many times... who had been fucked by her father several times...
She spun around, throwing her arms around Peter's massive shoulders and pressing her lips to his. Peter swiftly grabbed her arms, angrily hissing, "No kissing!"
Undaunted, Holly pressed her body against his 6-foot frame and smiled, "Oh no, sexy. No such conditions were agreed upon."
"That's because you wouldn't discuss anything by email or over the phone!" he said defiantly.
"Right," she said, rolling her eyes, "like I was going to give you some 'evidence' to back your 'claims' of being... blackmailed? I don't think so, sexy beast."
"Stop calling me that," Peter growled, "... bitch."
As she pulled his Armani jacket off of his shoulders, Holly smiled devilishly, "Yes, call me a bitch. A whore. All kinds of names... while you fuck me, Mustache Man."
She continued undressing him by unbuttoning his shirt, throwing his silk tie across the room. As he stood there defiant, shirtless, Holly admired his perfect body. "You don't know how many times I've imagined what your naked flesh looks like, sexy. What the hair on your chest and sexy stomach look like..." Running her long fingers through the thick black hair of his chest, she added, "It's better than my fantasies."
Peter had broken out in a cold sweat, terrified and furious at the same time. Even if he wanted to do this to get him out of the set up, his body refused to cooperate. He had never felt more cut off from sexual feelings or desires than at any point in his life.
"But I'm being rude!" she mock-gasped. "Here you are, half-naked, and I'm all dressed up. Silly me." As she walked from the foyer towards the bedroom, Holly unbuttoned her silk blouse and tossed it on the sofa as she passed it. After unzipping her skirt, she let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Standing at the doorway to the master bedroom, she wore only a lace brace, a lace thong and stiletto heels. "The action's this way, Mustache Man," she said, curling her finger at him to follow.
In continually growing bewilderment, Peter crossed the floor until he reached the bedroom he'd in which spent many hot gay sex sessions with her father. Objectively thinking, Peter could tell that Holly had a great body that any straight man would probably enjoy the hell out of. Her tits were big but not too big, firm-appearing. She was 5'6" and very athletic, but still curvy. Why was she bothering him?!
Peter stood in front of her, his steely blue eyes ablaze with righteous anger. Holly seemed to enjoy his defiance as she put her hand on his crotch and didn't seem at all surprised that he was still soft underneath his trousers. In fact, it seemed to turn her on even more. She took her right hand, and placed it on the back of his greying head, pulling his face down to hers until their lips met once again. This time, Peter knew there was no point in fighting over his revulsion at being forced to kiss her, so he stayed put, not breaking away from her lips.
When he did not open his mouth, Holly began running her tongue through his thick black mustache, which she was obviously fixated on. Peter opened his eyes briefly to see that hers were closed as she attempted to kiss him. He looked down and was surprised to see that her left hand was inside her white lace thong, and she appeared to be fingering herself!
Peter gasped in shocked, his mouth opening as he did so, which Holly saw as an opportunity, slipping her wet tongue quickly into his mouth, instantly touching his tongue with hers. Beforehand, Peter knew that kissing a woman would be more disgusting for him than even fucking one would be. As Holly raped his mouth with her tongue, he could not believe how... un-disgusting the action was! Not a turn-on, but not vomit-inducing.
Relieved by the hope that this would not turn out to be as horrifying as he had imagined it, and that maybe it could get over quickly, Peter then opened his mouth wider, and then forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing Holly deeply, his first ever kiss with a woman. The girl seemed surprised and then moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss. Peter noticed that, without even a conscious thought, his muscular arms have moved to pull Holly's lithe body into a close embrace. Whatever gets this night over and my life back to normal, he surmised.
As he began sucking on Holly's tongue, Peter panicked to realize that he was very slowly getting hard. What the hell?! he screamed in his head. He hadn't even begun thinking of hot hairy men that he has fucked and have fucked him that he planned on being the thoughts to enable him to get hard enough to get through this blackmail intercourse. His mind had been on Holly and the act of tongue-kissing her when his 8-inch uncut gay cock started to stiffen, started to rise.
Very quickly, Peter broke away from the embrace with the almost-naked girl in his arms. Moving a few feet away from her, Peter tried to catch his breath and make sense of his body betraying him. He was hoping his hardening dick will go back down immediately before Holly noticed his growing hardness.
She stepped towards him, again running her right hand over his pecs, his hairy abs, pinching his erect nipples, then sucking on each nipple as she continued to pleasure herself inside her thong. She then moaned again, louder, biting his nipple sharply, causing Peter's cock to get even harder. "Oh god," she gasped, and he realized that she was having an orgasm. She pulled his mouth back to hers as she came, and this time Peter kissed her back very forcefully, as he tried to bring up thoughts of sexy men into his mind, in hopes of justifying his intense hardness from just kissing this girl.
This time, Holly was the one to break the tongue-kiss, looking into Peter's blue eyes with a level of unbridled lust that he'd never seen anyone ever look at him with before. She then took her left hand out of her thong, and said, "Taste what you do to me, Mustache Man," as she put two wet fingers up to his lips.
Peter had expected pussy juice to smell like fish or something equally repulsive, but instead, her fingers smell musky and pleasant. Unable to control his curiosity, Peter gently stuck his tongue out of his mouth and touched the fingers slick with Holly's climax juices. Going further, he then took her fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, savoring this new taste and sensation as he gazed into her green eyes.
With her free hand, Holly undid the belt to Peter's trousers, letting the pants fall to the floor. She then rubbed her hand against the white knit fabric of his tight boxer briefs, feeling the outline of his fully erect eight inch cock. Peter began to moan, sucking on her fingers as she pulled his throbbing dick out of its confinement. He could not believe how excited, yes, EXCITED he was making out with this young woman! His thoughts were not on any of his many sexy gay male lovers, but only on how intensely aroused he had quickly become by this vixen, his would-be rapist. Instead of being repulsed by the touch of her body next to his, Peter was now consumed with thoughts of exploring this young woman's body completely.
As Holly stroked his 8-incher, Peter's instincts guided him to begin kissing her again, this time very passionately, with complete abandon, savoring every new sensation their tongues touching sparked within him. His hands moved to her lacy bra, feeling the silky material and the fleshy but firm breasts underneath. Taking charge, Peter unclasped her bra, and was rewarded with the eye-popping sight of her naked breasts, so beautiful, he realized, and so enticing. Hungrily, he clamped his mouth down on one of those big tits, sucking on it wildly. Back and forth between both tits, Peter savagely flicked his tongue over Holly's pink, sensitive nipples. In his mind, he realized that he was giving Holly's succulent breasts attention far different from the manner in which he enjoyed his male lovers' nips. How could this be happening to me, he wondered.
To Peter, it seemed as if Holly was intoxicated by their sexual heat, no longer the overconfident bitch she had been earlier. This made his rock hard cock even harder, knowing the erotic power he now had over her, and how much being with him so completely turned her on. He had become her sexual god, and Peter suddenly felt more masculine than he'd ever felt in his 42 years. Although he'd been prepared for her to suck his cock that evening, and had several hot gay images prepared to help him get through the ordeal, Peter now instead lifted Holly into his strong arms and set her glistening nude body onto the bed on which he'd often experienced intense gay sex with her father.
Rather than let Holly suck on his huge member, Peter couldn't believe his yearnings, and grinned widely as he moved his face between her legs. "Oh god, yes, Mustache Man!" she cried out, realizing her most intense fantasy about Peter was coming true as he dove his red-hot tongue into her shaved pussy!
He could not believe he was actually eating pussy! And loving it!! Each fold of her cunt lips excited him, and he struggled to get his tongue as deep into her soaking wet pussy as possible. Remembering her obvious fascination with his thick gay mustache, Peter took extra effort to find her clitoris and make sure she felt his rough, bristly hairs working in action with his tongue and lips. A thought popped into his head that maybe this was what a mustache was really for: eating pussy! That's crazy, he thought, but was leaking even more pre-cum at the thought of mustaches on pussy around the world for centuries. A quick flash of Miguel the bartender downstairs popped into Peter's head, and the sexy Mexican mustache that had gotten Peter hard just looking at it. As crazy as it sounded, Peter now found himself wishing he could watch that hot Mexican stache eating out Holly's shaved pussy as well! Insane!
Holly moaned loudly as Peter rubbed his thick black mustache even more roughly on her clit as his probing tongue lapped up her ever-flowing cunt juices. Peter's head was bobbing wildly as he explored this shaved pussy with his mouth and facial hair. As Holly dug her fingernails into his muscular back in her most intense orgasm, Peter was shocked and elated to realize that he was cumming himself ~ without even touching his throbbing cock! White hot cum was blasting all over Jim's expensive carpeted floor, as eating Holly's cunt had driven Peter to his first heterosexual orgasm while performing oral sex on a woman.
His own lust groans sounded loudly inside Holly's wet, deep pussy, the vibrations causing more intense orgasms from her, which, as Peter sensed how much his newfound sexual prowess in eating pussy was pleasing her, caused his dick to shoot out even more cum, blast after blast. As he feasted on that cunt, Peter wondered if he'd ever cum that much before in his life!
Every touch of his mustache to Holly's clitoris produced another orgasm from her, as if that mustache had complete mastery over this girl. Still, Peter's cock was still rock-hard and pulsating, and he recognized a strange new yet overpowering desire overtaking his mind and body: he wanted to FUCK that hot pussy he'd been eating so voraciously!
Although he reluctantly removed his tongue, lips and stache from her pussy, Peter replaced them with two fingers inside her cunt while his thumb continued the orgasm-inducing sensation to her clit. He then licked his way up her body. Such an incredible body, he realized. Despite knowing his own sexual mastery over Holly, he had to admit to himself that he now desired her in a way he never would have imagined just an hour before. Again, he licked and sucked her tits, almost a prisoner to the desires Holly's body was stoking inside of him.
Reaching her face, Peter knew he needed to kiss her again, to show her how much he truly wanted her, needed her... How much he was enjoying this "rape" she'd planned. Had she somehow seen these longings deep within him that he'd never known existed? Why else was she so confident she could force a gay man to make love to her? His lust overcame him, putting such questions out of his mind.
"Oh Holly," he whispered before putting his lips softly to hers, as he moved his massively built hairy body on top of her lithe silky form. She returned the kiss, and, as their mouths opened and their hungry tongues touched once again, Peter rubbed the head of his 8-inch uncut cock all over the sensitive lips of Holly's wet pussy. As the heat of their passionate tongue-kiss rose, Peter slowly pushed the head of his dick inside her cunt, savoring the completely unexpected ecstasy that would bring about. He was so flabbergasted at how differently a cunt felt from a man's hairy ass!
Continuing to savor their passionate kissing, Peter began to hump Holly's cunt faster and faster. Her pussy's tightness and silky wetness made him harder and harder. He could tell how much his dick inside of her turned her on as he plowed her pussy. His desire to fuck her hard and fast took over his body, and soon he was drenched in sweat, his hands roaming all over this girl's sensuous body, ravenous in his new heterosexual lust.
Holly's hands were also feeling all over her much older lover's body. Peter was enjoying the sensations that the touch of her hands continued to ignite in him so much, causing him to want to please her even more with his kissing and fucking. He was shocked then, when he felt Holly's hands grab his hairy meaty ass and squeeze it, just like she had in the bar earlier. He flexed the muscles of his ass, loving to show off his sexy ass, as he often did with men. He was surprised but excited, since he didn't think women cared about men's asses.
His level of surprise rose when Holly stuck two slim fingers inside his ass hole, causing him to moan in even greater ecstasy. He quickly flashed back to her father and what an incredible ass-fucker he was! Fucking father and daughter, Peter thought incredulously in his frenetic humping of the girl beneath him. Holly's finger-fucking of his sensitive and needy asshole suddenly pushed Peter over the edge of delirium, and he began moaning inside her mouth as his eight-inch fuck pole started spasming wildly, shooting hot loads of his cum inside his rapist's hot wet pussy. He continued to fuck her mouth with his tongue, wanting to experience as much pleasure as he could from his very first heterosexual intercourse. Despite cumming shortly before while eating pussy for the first time, Peter's hairy nuts now kept unleashing blasts of his white hot semen inside her cunt, as waves of ecstasy continued to propel his climax beyond any other orgasm he'd ever experienced before in his life. He never wanted sex with this hot girl to stop!
After his orgasm subsided, Peter moved to Holly's shaved, well-fucked pussy again, and began to eat his own cum out of her cunt. He couldn't believe how incredible the taste was of his seed mixed with her womanly juices. Of course, it thrilled him that his oral action and mustache were continuing Holly's seemingly non-stop waves of orgasms. No other lover had ever reacted so intensely to his love-making as this girl was.
A few minutes later, Peter was on his back, and Holly was riding his 8-inch shaft wildly, her long brown hair flying around as she twisted and turned her head in sheer bliss as she rode him. Peter wished they could kiss while fucking this way, but was still more than compensated by being able to watch this girl's hot body in action as she used her tight cunt to coax another orgasm out of his hairy balls. As he groped her delicious tits, he felt his cum rising again, and quickly pulled Holly down to him so that they could kiss again while he climaxed. He didn't understand why, but kissing this woman intensified his cumming greatly. Her cunt juices were flowing down his fuck stick as he shot his man juice up into her. This was Peter's third heterosexual orgasm, and he honestly did not want this evening to stop.
After pulling herself off of his cock, Holly then ran her tongue up and down his shaft, licking up their combined juices. Then, for the first time, a woman put her lips around the head of his dick and began to suck him off. Peter loved the sexy sinful sight of this young girl with her mouth filled with his gay cock. Although he noted that her father Jim was a much better cocksucker, the fact that this was his first woman lover made Peter cum again almost immediately, probably still part of his orgasm from her riding his dick. Holly swallowed every blast of cum he shot down her throat.
As they lay there in each other's arms on the expensive silk sheets of her father's bed, they continued to softly kiss each other. Although he had cum more than four times in a single evening before with several men, Peter knew the night wasn't over, and he was longing for more sexual experiences with this girl. Before he could say anything, Holly looked into his steely blue eyes and said, "Don't worry. The 'proof' has already been destroyed."
"I'm not worried," Peter said softly, kissing her passionately again.
When they came up for air, Holly said, "I'm sorry. I just wanted you so badly. You are the hottest man I've ever seen, and I didn't care if you are my dad's fuck buddy. I didn't care if you were gay. I wanted you to make love to me."
Peter smiled, even though he had no idea how this night of heterosexuality might change his life. "Don't apologize, you sexy bitch," he grinned. "I think I enjoyed myself more than I ever could imagine."
After they shared another hot steamy tongue-kiss, Holly asked, "You ready to give me another Mustache Ride, sexy?"
Peter winked and said, "In a minute," as he rose from the bed and picked up the hotel phone. "I feel like some champagne," and began dialing the bar downstairs, hoping Miguel would answer.