The Bitch Is Back - Sex Story
The Bitch Is Back
A Taboo Story by Horny Bard
I walked into the Royal Tavern and the place was busy as usual on a Saturday night. As I made my way to an empty stool at the bar, I heard a familiar laugh. I looked around and saw Charlene sitting with a man and a woman. She was my ex-girlfriend from several years earlier and we broke up because she claimed that I wasn’t man enough for her. Looking at the couple she was with, I was sure that none of them was enough for her either.
Charlene was still a beautiful busty brunette with dark hazel eyes. She was dressed in a black outfit made entirely of black latex. Charlene was still in great shape after all these years and she still enjoyed her fetish of long gloves. The gloves she wore this time with her outfit covered her entire arms and shoulders. I wondered exactly if the gloves was attached to the bodysuit Charlene wore underneath the filmsy black top. I could tell that her laughter was forced and she was quickly growing bored with the couple.
When her dark eyes found me, she smiled mischieviously. I ignored her and continued my way to the empty barstool. I asked Bob the bartender for a bottle of beer. I knew better that to drink out of any of the place’s mugs. Bob was quick to put an open beer bottle infront of me. I took a swallow and almost blew it out of my nose when I heard Charlene’s voice from behind me.
“Hello, Tony,” She said with a sulty voice. “Want to buy a lady a drink?”
I had changed also over the past few years. I was no longer the pushover Charlene once knew.
“I would if I could find a lady in this joint,” I replied.
“Oh, that hurt,” she said with a pout. “I still remember the good times we shared, Tony.”
“They were good for you maybe but they sucked the life right out of me. Why don’t you go play with your little friends over there.”
Charlene looked at the table where the couple sat then looked back at me. Looking at her long legs in those black stockings made me want to take her right there. I was glad that I didn’t have several beers in me already or I would have lost control.
“How about one more time for old time’s sake?” Charlene asked. “Those two are only interested in each other. I just tagged along for the drinks.”
“Sorry, honey, I’m not interested.”
With that said, she left in a huff and stomped off to the jukebox. I took another swallow of my beer and the amber liquid felt good in my dry mouth. I wanted a good time, sure, but I didn’t want my heart broken again by the same woman.
After a few moments of listening to the voices in the crowd, I suddenly heard Pat Benatar singing Hit Me With Your Best Shot. I looked over at the jukebox and saw Charlene singing along and pointing at me. Everybody in the Royal Tavern was stopping what they were doing to enjoy her show. I always forgot that if Charlene never got what she wanted, she would get it one way or another.
When the song was over, everybody clapped and cheered her. Charlene smiled and walked back to me. There was no woman with more confidence and sexual energy than her at that moment. Charlene took my half-empty beer bottle and brought it up to her lips. She took a long swallow and then slammed the bottle back on the bar.
“You and me belong together, Tony,” Charlene whispered in my ear. “I was so wrong in the way I treated you the last time.”
She started walking for the front door and I knew what I had to do. I quickly pulled out a five dollar bill and told Bob to keep the change. Before Charlene reached the door, I was walking after her despite myself.
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I caught up to Charlene outside of the Royal Tavern and told her that my car was parked down the street. She smiled at me as we walked to my beat up ‘73 Pontiac. I drove us back to my apartment without saying much of anything. What could we say since we only had basic desires that needed to be fulfilled.
After I opened the door to my apartment, Charlene took off her top black shirt and bared her breasts. The gloves were indeed attached to the breastless bodysuit. She squeezed her breasts and smiled at me.
“I’m glad to get that top off,” Charlene said.
She reached for me and we fell into each other’s arms like lost lovers which exactly what we were. I kissed Charlene’s ruby red lips and her gloved hands stroked my shoulders. After we parted, I led her quickly to my bedroom.
Charlene started to undress me and when my throbbing manhood popped into view, she gently kissed the swollen purple head. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and gently started to suck my cock. It felt like old times indeed but Charlene had gotten much better when she engulfed the entire length of my nine inch tool.
As she deepthroated me, she ran one gloved hand through my pubic hair and grabbed the base of my cock. With her other hand, Charlene began to probe a gloved finger up my anus. I almost blew my load then but my cock only grew harder and longer. With her hand around my cock’s base, she could control when I exploded.
When Charlene was satisified that I was as hard as I could get, she withdrew her lips from my cock. She smiled and started taking off her gloves and bodysuit. I offered to help but Charlene told me to stay in line. That was just like the old Charlene, always in charge.
When she was completely nude, she got on the bed and spread her legs wide. Charlene’s pussy was smooth and very wet. I didn’t need no invitation so I joined her on the bed and positioned myself above her. I guided my man missle straight for Charlene’s wet lovebox. When I penetrated her, she let out a loud moan of delight.
I fucked Charlene hard and fast liked she always wanted it. She soon tensed up and exploded with pleasure. I didn’t stop and cum like usual but kept on fucking Charlene’s dripping wet cunt. She wanted me to cum, begged me to but I held out and she cummed again. Still I wouldn’t give in to my pleasure and continued to fuck her hard and long. Charlene always told me that I wasn’t man enough for her but now I was finally proving to her that I was more than enough.
As she tensed up for the third time, I let loose my seed and exploded deep within her tight little bald beaver. Charlene was breathing hard and I almost passed out. Our love juices mixed in her box and ran down onto the sheet.
“That was better than the old times,” Charlene whispered as I slipped my limp dick out of her snatch.
“Are you ready to make new memories?” I asked stroking her breasts.
Charlene reached down and grabbed my cock. It quickly started to throb and grow hard again.
“Okay,” she replied. “You proved that you are man enough for me but can you go for another round?”
“You never even seen round two yet, honey,” I replied before flipping Charlene over and guiding my cock for her anus.
We had several more rounds that night and she fell asleep long before I did. At least, Charlene slept with a satisified smile on her face for a change. She may be a bitch but she was my little bitch and always would be.