SLUTBURBIA Chapter Three - The Infield

"I've always wanted to fuck on the infield," the words dropped from her perfectly glossed raspberry lips. The gorgeous little waitress licked them, drawing her tongue across them slowly, then dropped to Tony's cock and started slurping. This was the sweet stuff, this was the kind of thing that made being a minor leaguer worthwhile. Playing a team in the middle of Buttfucknowhere meant the local population of young hotties was duly impressed with his big city charm.

"You know we can't do that baby," Tony replied, laying his hand on the back of her head, guiding her movement. "I can't take you around the ball park, if the guys met you and somebody told my wife. Well, that little spitfire would go nuclear on your sweet ass, and you wouldn't ever walk the same." He pronounced it "noo-kew-lear", sometime he still had the damn Bronx Italian accent he'd tried to leave behind. He'd grown up with nicknames like "Guido" and "Godfather", there was no way he'd be the stereotypical Italian schmuck now that he's settled down with a fine piece of the pie like Juanita.

Tony chuckled at the image of his wife beating this little tart down to the ground. He'd catch hell for sure, if she ever found out, but she'd take all her hulk angry rage out on the slut that was trying to steal her bread and butter. Tony glanced down at the girl on the end of his dick and leaned back on the hotel room sofa. He knew she'd expect a fuck, but he was desperately terrified of catching anything and hadn't thought to pack condoms. She'd have to be satisfied with a finger bang and a slap on the ass before he booted her out the door.

He could feel his balls getting tight and wrapped his hand in her thick dirty blond mane. He held her firm and slowed himself down. He wanted to relish this moment, he knew Juanita wasn't putting her face anywhere near his junk any time soon, so this memory would have to carry him on for a week or so of masturbatory fantasy.

His ass hole clenched and he squeezed tight, trying to stop the build up. He knew he'd be flooding her throat within a couple of strokes and his body took over. He held her head in place with both his hands, bucked his hips and thrust up with three quick stabs. She protested and gagged, but her voice was muffled and Tony didn't give a fuck by then. On the third thrust he paused and felt the tightness unclench. His ass and his balls relaxed and softened as his load travelled up his shaft. There was nothing better than shooting your cum in the hot mouth of some stupid broad. Well, maybe hitting a home run was right up there with this, but man...at this moment all that existed was Tony's cock and this hot wet hole.

He held her face down on his lap for a few seconds after he finished, he could feel her throat working to swallow his cum as he held her there. She had no choice really. Finally he released her head, uncurled his fingers from her hair and pulled himself out of her mouth.

"What the fuck was that?!" She was pissed. They always were when he used them like a fuck doll. What the hell were they expecting when they came back to the room with him and ended up wagging their naked ass in front of him?

"You knew what you were getting into sweetheart," he laughed and reached for the tissue. He could smell the faint scent of raspberries and semen.

"What about me?" she pouted and pointed at her lightly haired pussy.

"Don't worry baby, I'll get to you. I just need a minute here," he said. This was getting a little annoying. It was almost as bad as being with Juanita, horny Juanita who wouldn't take no for an answer and demanded he finished her a few times before getting to cum himself. It was fucking tiring and he couldn't do it anymore. Not when you had this option.

She got up and went to the bed. Tony said "what the hell do you think you're doing? I have to sleep there!"
She looked startled and pouted again. "It's comfier over here," she patted the bed as she was about to sit down.

"I'm fucking serious, get your ass back over here," Tony thought the only thing worse than having an oversexed demanding wife was having to sleep in the wet spot. It was fucking disgusting.

She simpered back over, wiggling her hips and playing with her nipples. She did have magnificent tits all right. Tony thought he might like to jerk off on them in a few minutes, maybe get her down on her knees looking up at him with expectation and hope as he shot a hot white load off on her face and boobs.

He was getting hard again. "See? I knew I could get you back in the game," she giggled and grabbed at his dick. She started to lean down and he stopped her. He wasn't ready for this quite yet. He pulled her ass around and she ended up on all fours on the sofa. She had a fine sweet ass too, he slipped a finger into her folds and began to play with her from behind. She moaned and wiggled herself against his hand.

He found her clit, it was a little disorienting from this direction, but there it was, a swollen little button that brought her to her elbows, gasping and panting as he rubbed it fast. He slipped his thumb into her fuck hole and started rocking his hand back and forth, rubbing her clit and fucking her pussy in one smooth motion.

He was the king of the finger bang. He had been since high school when he discovered that he didn't like to go more than once, maybe twice, in a single night. He worked hard on his pussy eating and banging so the bitches wouldn't even notice that he didn't want to stick it in them that often.

"Fuck yeah, that feels so good," she yelled and moaned. He hoped the guy in the next room wouldn't hear this. Maybe he should have done it on the bed where she could have bitten the pillow. "Oh fuck, spank me! Spank me Daddy!"

Tony froze, he stopped what he was doing. She crashed back down to earth and turned around to look at him. "What's going on? Why did you stop?"

"I'm not into that kinky shit," he replied.

"I'm not really either," she said, still panting. "I thought you might like to hear it."

"Not at all, it's fucking nasty," he said, his fingers cooling and getting sticky with her slut syrup.

"Can we finish this? I promise I'll keep my mouth shut," she pleaded.

"What the hell, I'm a nice guy," he smiled and shoved three fingers into her hole, surprising her. She moaned again, a deep moan, as she pushed against those three fingers. He found her clit with his thumb this time and quickly finished the job. He knew he had the right spot when she clenched her pussy tight against his fingers and backed her hips as far as she could go against him. He slammed his fingers in and out, and she started bucking her hips and crying in pleasure, low throaty moans and gasps. Her entire body shook and he felt a gush of liquid shoot down his hand. He pulled back and grabbed her shirt to wipe himself. He was done then, she was sloppy and dirty and he couldn't get it up for her a second time.

He managed to edge her out the door with promises to facebook her and text her the moment he got home. He wished he had used a fake name, he had a feeling this one could get to stalker level red in the blink of an eye.

Tony washed up and settled into the bed with a beer and the TV remote. He tried calling the house but there was no answer. He thought Book Club must have run late and Juanita was sleeping in their bed right now. He missed her and couldn't wait to get home to their happy normal life.

He remembered the note with an anxious twitch. Somebody had left an anonymous note on the windshield of his car. He wasn't able to read very well, but he had been able to make out the names of the neighbors he'd been having fun with, and Juanita's name. The thought of somebody telling his wife about the stupid fling he'd been talked into with the swingers next door made Tony ill. He wished there was somebody he trusted enough to read the note for him, but since being teased and labeled "stupid" all through school, he didn't want anyone to catch on how hard it was for him to keep up. It was his secret shame.

The bitch next door had been an incredible fuck though. She was older than Tony by at least ten years, but her body was banging and her pussy was tight. She had the nicest pair of fake titties Tony had ever seen. That's how it had all started, her husband catching Tony staring at those tits. Turned out the old dude got off on watching people fuck his wife, so they all became best friends. They had moved away with no warning though, and Tony had to admit, that stung a little. The guy who bought the place was single, Tony had already been watching. What a disappointment, no hot little wife to ogle and potentially fuck like a nasty slut.

He tried the house again, no answer. He got up and got a second beer. He wanted to jerk off, but didn't feel like cleaning up. He wished the waitress was back, if they swallow then there's no clean up, easy peasy. He couldn't remember her name, he'd already thrown out the scrap of paper she'd left her deets one. Her appearance was already fading from his memory, they all blended together after a while.

Tony was overcome with a sense of guilt. His wife was such a sweetheart pussy cat he couldn't believe the shit he did to her. Luckily she didn't know. He reached for the phone to try her one last time. He wondered what she could be up to, even if she was sleeping she would have picked up. Worry hunted him as he got the machine again. He didn't like Book Club to begin with, but now that it sucked up so much of Juanita's time, he resented it.

The phone rang and on the other end it clicked to voice mail. Tony hung up, grabbed his beer and turned to Sport Center. He knew she was fine, he just missed her is all. His guilt was fading, it wasn't really cheating if you don't know their name. It's not like he had a girlfriend like some of the guys, he'd never be that disrespectful. He couldn't wait to get back to her tomorrow. He'd have to pick her up some little treat in the Hotel gift shop. Maybe she'd reward his thoughtfulness with a blowie and a cuddle. The thought of his wife at the end of his dick with her big brown eyes looking up at him got him hard again. Ah fuck it, he needed to jerk off now. He reached for the box of tissues on the night stand and walked to the sofa.

CONTINUE TO CHAPTER FOUR