There was an agreement between Dude and the Mistress.  One might call her a sugar mama the way she financially supported him while he otherwise lived off welfare, odd-jobs, and short-lived stints of employment.  In return, he had become her bitch.  Anything she wanted out of him, she could get.  Anywhere.  Anytime.  She didn’t abuse this; she did genuinely care about his wellbeing even if she didn’t want to seem like a bleeding heart… But sometimes, a girl had needs.  Needs that could easily be satisfied by taking full advantage of this arrangement of theirs.

Dude was passed out when he felt himself being rolled over onto his back.  He groaned and cracked his eyes open to see what was going on, but the room was pitch black with not even cracks of light seeping in through the boarded-up windows.  Through his groggy daze, he could feel a hand slip into his boxers. 

“The fuck you doin’…?” he mumbled, dragging a hand over his face.

“The fuck do you think I’m doing?”

Her voice was loud and clear as her fist curled around his junk and gave it a good tug.

“Christ, woman… What time is it?”

“2 AM.”

2 AM.  Of course, she’d show up here late as hell and wake him up with some bullshit.

“You just getting off work, I guess?” he mumbled.  She hummed in response.  “Must’ve had a rough night if you’re here…”

“Damn right,” she said.  Her tone was blunt.  Her grip was firm as she tried stroking him to life.  “Work was a fucking mess.  Day shift didn’t bother doing a damn thing with today’s deliveries.  Someone passed out in the arcade and we had to call an ambulance… Had a heart attack while watching a tape, I guess.  Then some woman showed up trying to find her apparently cheating husband and claimed we were all in on it because we didn’t know who the hell she was talking about.”

She pumped harder with every word uttered through gritted teeth.  Though the rest of him was still half-asleep, his cock stirred from the stimulation.  When she deemed him sufficiently erect, she yanked her panties off from beneath her skirt and sunk down onto him.  A low hiss left Dude upon feeling his entire length suddenly engulfed by her molten core.  In no time, she had braced herself by holding his shoulders and was bouncing on it.

“Sounds… rough…” he managed to grunt out, which got him a bitter laugh in response.

“Rough doesn’t begin to cover it, babe.  Now hush and let me calm down.”

Dude nodded, though she certainly wouldn’t have been able to see that in the dark.  He wished she would have at least turned the lamp on so he could watch her tits as she rode him.  Because he wasn’t getting a show, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling.  She went hard, making the lumpy old mattress squeak beneath them.  The rhythmic thumping was accompanied by the moist slap of her ass dropping down on his lap over and over.  His hands lazily took hold of her hips to give the illusion that he was participating.

Being at the mercy of someone’s sexually frustrated whims was still something that he was getting used to, not that he was complaining.  He was usually the one having to beg partners for sex and hope they’d let him tap.  She took matters into her own insatiable hands.  While it was exhausting at times and he had a difficult time keeping up with her appetite, it beat being hooked up with a dead fish.

Dude could feel her walls fluttering around him as she continued to use him for her own pleasure.  Every clench of her cunt around him made him see stars behind his eyelids.  It took all his effort to keep from blowing his load and pissing her off more, but he managed to restrain himself just a little longer.  Her breathing was getting labored now and he could feel his crotch getting wetter from her juices by the second.  Her grip on his shoulders tightened.  She began to grind down against him.

“Almost there,” she huffed as if she could feel his cock getting close to betraying them both.  “Almost…”

It only took a little more rocking of her hips before she stilled, pussy spasming around his length.  He came undone at the same time, shooting his load deep within her.  He didn’t want her to have bad days at work, but he definitely couldn’t help enjoying when she did.