Double-Crossing Muff Buffer

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by Cristiano Caffieri

In know, I’m only a character in a book but she, the author, created me for herself. I’ve got all of the classic features, chiseled jaw, tussled hair and a body to die for, and to make it even more obvious she’s named me Clint Steele. I mean, who the fuck is going to actually give a kid a handle like that.

This poor lonely, twice divorced and very frustrated writer has fashioned me from bits and bytes, to be her secret lover. She can manipulate me in whatever way she wants, and often does because the leading female in this story is a dead ringer for herself.

The full red lips, long jet black hair, and a girlish figure might be a little bit over the top, but I have to admit she’s not a bad looking chic. Fortunately, the character she created for my pleasure, by the name of Katarina Christou, has got her nice tits, a great ass, and long slender legs, so I’m not complaining.

It seems I met Katarina through her 14-year-old daughter Eleni, who was in the drama class I taught at school. She came to watch rehearsals one day and I was amazed how young she looked to have an offspring that old. It turned out she had her when she was just seventeen.

Although she was still married to the father it seemed as though she was loath to mention him, I found out afterward that the romance, if there’d ever been any, had disappeared from their marriage. I concluded this when, on her third rehearsal, she received a call on her cell and she let out a tirade of abuse to the person on the other end. As she put her phone away she just smiled and said, “I’m sorry – that was my asshole husband.”

Two weeks after this she phoned me and asked if I’d meet her for coffee as Eleni was considering an acting career and she wanted my advice. I knew from the way our past conversations went that she was showing an interest in me, and I knew I shouldn’t be meeting her away from the school, but the fact was, I was interested too.

We met at a donut store on the opposite side of town to where she lived; she waved at me through the window as I climbed out of the car. She was looking particularly beautiful in an off shoulder dress and a pair of large golden earrings that made her look like a gypsy.

Coffee in hand I walked over to the table as she raised her cup to her gorgeous lips and looked up at me with those big bedroom eyes. My brain was warning me that this was a dangerous liaison but my dick was telling me a completely different story.

After we’d greeted each other with polite smiles we discussed Eleni and her suppose career choice, even though we both knew that was not the real reason for our meeting. It was hard to concentrate on any topic of conversation as she kept looking at me as though she was ready for me to fuck her right there amongst the Glazed Crullers and Cinnamon Twists.

When we’d exhausted our ability to come up with more meaningless chit chat we left, but she asked if she could sit in my car with me for a while. I was not sure of her intentions but I was anxious to find out.

I hardly had time to slip into my seat before she was all over me with her tongue playing touch tag with mine. Feeling that the restaurant patrons sitting by the windows could possibly see us, I was a little more than apprehensive. However, Katerina had no such reservations, and soon she was unzipping my flies and struggling to get my rock hard dick out. When it was fully exposed she literally devoured it.

Holding onto her shoulder with my right hand I took deep breaths as she plunged my cock in and out of her mouth. She maintained a steady rhythm, groaning occasionally as though she was feasting on some exotic delicacy. When I blew my load she just kept milking it out as I tensed up and leaned hard against my seat as if I was about to blast off into space.

After wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she smiled and then said she wanted to see my apartment. It was more of a demand than a suggestion. Katerina obviously thought that now she’d given me a preview of her sexual prowess I was powerless to refuse. She was right; I was in no mood for disobedience and quickly fired up the ignition and headed out towards Westchester. As I was driving she snuggled up to me as if we were a couple and twice I had to grab onto her hand as she began to stroke my dick. It certainly felt good but it was too much of distraction on a busy highway.

On our arrival at the apartment I just followed a trail of her clothes to the bedroom and when I got there she lay naked spread eagled on the bed. There was no denying the fact that she was fucking beautiful. I quickly stripped and knelt between her legs, bowing my head slowly and licking from one nipple, into the valley between her tits, and up to the other.

As I licked and sucked those magnificent perky breasts she kept calling out my name plus a whole lot of gibberish, this got more intense when I slipped my face between her thighs and lapped her hairy bush with my tongue.

“OMG,” she cried, and she started to gyrate her ass as if she was anxious for me to drive my cock into her. I was not ready yet and I simply prised open the lips of her cunt and began to lightly flick up and down them.

Holy shit she almost went out of her mind and began to pull really hard on my hair and press her wet crack firmly against my face. When she started to shake violently, and I knew she was going into orgasm, I quickly moved up and rammed my cock inside of her. She almost went berserk.

As I pounded her pussy she seemed to have multiple orgasms and she started to make noises like a wild animal. My balls were on the boil and I could feel my cum moving up like hot lava. When I blew my load she screamed at the top of her voice and kept screaming as I gave those last forceful thrusts.

The author, my creator, who often diddles herself while proof reading her own copy, suddenly stopped typing while my ass was still in the air and I had a couple of strokes to go. What did I feel like? I felt like any fictional character would in the same situation – I was fucking pissed off!

It seems that this otherwise concupiscent bitch had suddenly started to question the moral and ethical considerations involved in her character screwing a married woman, who was also the mother of one of his students. I couldn’t understand why there was such a dilemma after all Katerina was her alter ego, and not to put too fine a point on it, it was her who started it all by sucking my cock in the donut store parking lot.

After a brief moment of introspection, she began typing again and I suddenly found myself laughing and rubbing my dripping dick all over my Greek goddess’s tits. However, my jubilation and tit rubbing were short lived as the bedroom door burst open and the husband, who been tailing us all night, advanced menacingly towards us.

Writers can be such treacherous BASTARDS can’t they?!

Copyright 2015 Cristiano Caffieri


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