Skeletons in my closet part 15

Skeletons in my closet part 15 The Long Road Home

I awoke in the morning bottle empty. That framed photo lie smashed against the far wall in the living room. I couldn’t remember doing that however, I did remember my night with Ted. I removed my outfit tossing it into the trash as I went to go shower.

I showered washing his touch from my body. I thought of my night with Ted. The first man I had been with for months and I had to pick a fucking loser. I dressed in normal clothes and made coffee. I sat at my kitchen table thinking about all the cups of coffee I had shared with Keith and Megan at that kitchen island. As I did all I seemed to see was my daughter sucking his dick.

I cleaned the mess up from last night. I smoothed out that picture of Keith and l placing it into another frame. I returned it to the coffee table in front of the sofa. I sat down looking at it as I cried my eyes out once more. In a way, it had become the most prized possession from my past life and in my life now.

I decided to try again the following Saturday night I went to a different bar. It was only about 15 minutes from where I lived. I had been by it many times but never stopped. I went inside. It was nice with a dance floor and a big long bar. I hoped it would be different this time around.

I sat at the bar as it filled up with people. I looked around and saw mostly couples sitting at the tables while at the bar where I sat was mostly empty. Great, I had picked the wrong bar I thought.

I was dressed in a leopard custom made tank top which showed off my tits rather well. I had on skin-tight black leather pants with no panties which only added attention to my hot ass. Perhaps a little to tight on me as I felt the seams pulling apart.

I had a few drinks well more than a few. I was about ready to just give up when a man came over and sat down beside me. The man ordered a house draft beer. I had learned from my bar when one orders a house draft most likely they were a regular. Plus he told the bartender named Todd to put it on his tab.

The man drank his beer as I noticed him glancing at me as he did. Well not at me but at the girls. I moved a bit making sure he had a good shot of my tits. He was in his mid-fifties, gray short hair stocky built, about 5’ 8” slightly taller than me with my heels on and casually dressed.

I checked for the wedding ring or mark of where one should have been. I didn’t see any so at least that was good. I finished my drink and the bartender asked if I wanted another. I shook my head yes.

When I went to pay the man stopped me as he said, ”Todd put that on my tab as well.”

I smiled at him as he held his hand out to me as he added, ”My name is Harry.”

I shook his hand as I replied, ”Nice to meet you Harry please call me Kate.”

He told me he hadn’t ever seen me here before. I told him I was new in town. Harry told me he lived here all his life telling me he owned an auto repair shop in town. He told me he was a widower as his wife died in a car accident years ago.

”How about you, a lovely woman like you surely must be married?” Harry asked.

”I am divorced my husband cheated on me,” I replied.

”That man was a fucking fool having someone as hot as you,” Harry replied.

I told him he was right and thanked him for thinking I was hot. I moved closer to him and laced my arm through his asking him if he minded. He smiled patting my hand telling me not at all,

Harry asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a secretary, telling him the name of Keith’s construction company. I have no idea why I had said that.

I didn’t want anyone to know I was associated with Keith in any way. I told him I only been there for a few months and worked in finance. Harry told me Keith had built his business many years ago.

”How is Keith?” ”I haven’t seen him since he built my auto repair shop,” Harry asked.

”I couldn’t really say as I don’t have much contact with the boss,” I replied taking a big drink.

I hoped he didn’t see or could tell my nervousness in my reply. I hope he won’t question it as well. He told me he only met Keith once or twice.

He only knew Keith had just gotten out of the service when he had built his shop. Harry told me a hot blonde was sometimes with him and seemed like his girlfriend but couldn’t remember her name.

”Did he ever marry that hot blonde?” Harry asked.

I told him I think he was divorced. I wasn’t for sure. I also thought Harry might have meant Linda as that was who I thought of first. Especially in that, he had told me Keith had gotten out of the service and she worked for him then.

We talked and drank. Harry even asked me to dance when they played a slow song. He told me he didn’t fast dance as he would only embarrass me and himself.

Our dancing was normal at first but as we got to know each other, I cuddled up to him resting my head on his shoulder. Harry even placed his hand on my hot ass.

We even kissed a few times after dancing a few times before walking back to the bar. By the end of the night, I was horny as Harry seemed like a very nice man.

I invited him back to my house for a nightcap after the bar was closing. He followed me home. I walked him into my house as he entered he asked me where my bathroom was as he told me he had to go telling me to many beers.

I showed him and returned to the living room.

As I did I saw that picture of Keith and I. I thought I had better hide that. I placed it in a drawer nearby. Harry returned and I asked him if he would like beer.

I went to the kitchen as I grabbed two beers as I always had it on hand. I returned and bent over to sit our beers on my coffee table. As I did I heard a loud ripping sound. I felt air on my exposed ass.

I realized I had blown out the ass of my tight leather pants. My ass was hanging completely out the rear of my leather pants as they had ripped the whole way down the back seam. I knew Harry had to have a good view of my ass. Maybe even my hanging pussy lips.

”Oops,” I said looking over my shoulder at him turning red in my face

Harry smiled, ”Wow, it was ok as I am enjoying the view.”

I sat down beside him wrapping him in my arms. I kissed him deeply as he kissed me back. His hand went to my tit as mine went to his dick.

He rather manhandled my tit as I rubbed and squeezed at his cock. I broke our kiss leaning down unsnapping and pulled his zipper down. I moved up on my knees as I fished his cock out of his underwear. I was surprised to see that he was uncut. I never had an uncut cock before.

It looked weird almost like a dog dick with that foreskin covering it. I had heard from girls at my bar they could stink as some guys didn’t wash them properly.

Harry’s hand went to my exposed ass as I pumped at his soft uncut cock. Harry rubbed his hand over my ass as his cock grew in my hand. I was fascinated when that foreskin rolled down his cock exposing a big fat round dick head.

Harry had an average size cock right at around six inches. I loved that fat round dick head after pulling that foreskin down. I pumped at his cock pulling that foreskin up and down the head of his cock.

Harry started to finger my pussy as I played with his cock. He started with one finger then worked up to using three fingers in my now wet pussy. Wet sounds of him playing with my pussy filled my living room.

His cock started to leak vast amounts of pre-cum. I love the taste of pre-cum. However, I was a little afraid of that dick cheese some of my bar girls had told me about.

The more I pulled on his cock more seemed to ooze from it. I bent over smelling at his cock. It had no smell. I licked slowly at it. It would string from his dick head to my tongue each time I pulled my head away from his cock.

It tasted like all the other pre-cum I had tasted. I decided the hell with and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked at it causing that foreskin to ride back up over the head of his cock.

I pulled it back up and down over his fat dick head. More pre-cum leaked from his cock. I once again cleaned his pre-cum from his cock.

I was amazed at the vast amount of pre-cum leaking from his cock. I cleaned it from his cock as well as my hand. This time I took his whole cock in my mouth. I sucked at it for some time as I bobbed my head upon his cock.

Harry moaned calling my name out I felt his cock throb in my mouth. In an instant, his cum was filling my mouth. I swallowed it savoring in the taste of his cum as it tasted just like his pre-cum.

I had a small wet squirting orgasm as he filled my mouth with his cum. I removed my mouth licking at my lips. I cleaned all the cum from his cock as it shrunk down in size. Once again that foreskin closed around the fat head of his cock.

It was late so I asked Harry if he wanted to spend the night. He agreed to spend the night. We retired to my bedroom where we both fell asleep or perhaps passed out at least me. Harry was not one to hold or cuddle me as we slept.

However, he woke me up eating my pussy. I had a wet orgasm coating his face. I got on my hands and knees telling Harry to fuck me from behind.

Harry rubbed that uncut cock at my pussy a few times. Then slipped it inside of me. Harry started to fuck me. It felt ok but I wanted more.

I looked over my shoulder at him as I said, ”Fuck me in my ass.”

Harry didn’t spit or use his precum as lube on my asshole. Instead, he just placed it at my asshole and rammed it up inside of it. I moaned slightly as that fat dick head hurt a little. Harry started to fuck my asshole.

Just I started to enjoy it Harry moaned, ”Oh shit.”

Harry shoved his cock deep into my ass filling it with his cum. I think he had only been fucking me for less than 5 minutes. I hadn’t even got off yet. He kissed at my back as his cock slipped from my asshole. I felt his cum running from my asshole over my pussy.

Harry pulled me from my position and took me in his arms. He kissed me telling me he had never fucked a woman in her ass. He was sorry he hadn’t lasted long but it just felt too good.

Harry and I started dating after that night. He would take me to dinner then we would go to that bar. Then to my place or his for some sex. More often it was just me blowing him and him eating my pussy.

I found out quickly Harry was a little quick on the trigger so to speak when fucking me. It didn’t matter if he fucked my pussy or my ass he would only last 5 minutes. I even had him cum trying to put his cock in either of my holes.

I didn’t care at least I had a man in my life. However, he was just OK nothing like Keith. I also found out Harry didn’t like other men looking at me or talking to me at dinner or at the bar.

It lasted about a month before Harry got mad at the bar because guys kept talking to me and asking me to dance. I always refused as Harry would always eyeball me. After about the fifth guy asked me to dance.

Harry eyeballed me as he said, ”If you didn’t dress like a fucking whore that won’t happen.”

Now I might be a slut but I ain’t no fucking whore. When I drink I sometimes get brave as I think I am bulletproof. I told him I ain’t no fucking whore and would fucking dress as I fucking like. I told him if he fucking didn’t like it he could hit the fucking road.

Harry got up and left without saying a word leaving me there. I had to have Todd call me a cab as Harry had driven us that night. I never saw him again. I sort of was glad as I wanted a real fuck anyways.

I had thought all guys liked me to dress sexy. That and knowing other men wanted me made them proud and horny as I wasn’t fucking any of them so why should they get mad, I guess I was just used to being with Keith as he would even let me fuck them.

I returned that photo of Keith and me to my coffee table that same night. I drank more and smashed that picture once again. I replaced it the next day again. I was buying picture frames out the ass it seemed.

I didn’t go out for about a month. I drank at home instead. I guess maybe it was more like I was swimming in booze as I drank from morning till I passed out late into the night. I also busted that picture frame many more times. I decided to give it one more try.

I went to a bar a few towns over so no one knew me. I sat at the bar for about an hour it wasn’t a very busy or a nice bar. In fact a bit of a dive I thought.

Then a man in his late 20’s asked if he could buy me a drink. The man was my size, average built and not really good looking. However, I was tired of my toy at home. I told him sure as he sat down beside me. I checked him out as he ordered, no ring or ring marks upon his hand.

He told me his name was Glenn. I told him to call me Ms.K. Glenn looked at me then asked me if he could ask me something. I shook my head yes.

”Are you a hooker?” ”If so how much is it going to cost him?” Glenn asked.

I laughed telling him no I wasn’t a hooker. I asked him why he had thought that. He told me because of how I was dressed.

I had on a very low cut new white shirt, a short red skirt with a cute little black belt bag that held my money and keys. My short skirt showed everyone that I had thigh high nylons covering my legs. I also had pointy red high heels on to complete my outfit.

I explained I just liked to be comfortable. Glenn laughed then pointed to two women at the end of the bar. Just as those two hookers liked to be comfortable he told me. He also told me they were twenty dollar whores.

”At least that was what his buddies had told him,” Glenn said laughing.

I thought sure they had. I bet he knew their price because he had sampled their wares many times. Glenn brought us another round of drinks. He told me he was a factory worker, I told him I was a secretary. We finished our drinks as we talked.

Glenn looked at me and asked if I wanted to smoke some weed. I had smoked weed with Sara and Linda many times. Even a few times with Keith. I told him Ok but where. He told me in his car.

Glenn walked me to his car. A beat-up old chevy. I went to the passenger door. I stood there waiting for him to open the door. However, he got in letting me stand there. I finally opened the door and got in myself.

Glenn fired the joint up taking a hit off of it. He then handed it to me. I hit it and coughed a bit. It wasn’t as smooth or as good as Sara’s dope. We smoked over half of it then Glenn placed it in the ashtray.

Glenn turned to me and grabbed me. He smashed his lips roughly against mine. His hands squeezing hard at my tits. I pushed him away and his hand went to my tit again. As he grabbed it I moved and he ripped my brand new shirt. I slapped him across his face.

Glenn slapped me back calling me a fucking whore tease. Glenn had that looked of either putout bitch or I will rape you. I had never been raped but a couple of my girls from the bar had. They told me of the look in their attacker’s eyes. Glenn had that look they had talked about.

I had to think quickly. I told him to wait a minute let’s do it outside on the hood of the car. We would have more room and it would be kinky. He got out grabbing my hand pulling me out his side of the car.

Glenn kept his eyes on me as well as still gripping my hand in his. I looked around but saw no one I could scream for help too. I took his other hand as I led him to the front of his car still holding both of his hands.

I leaned in kissing him sexy like on his lips. He kept a hold of my hands but not as tightly. Just tight enough that I couldn’t run away beside in those heels he would have caught me.

I kissed him on his lips. I then pulled away still holding his hands smiling at him as I talked dirty to him. I was telling him all the nasty things I was going to do to him.

He must have enjoyed my dirty talk as he had a raging boner in his pants. Which only gave me a better target for the plan I had. As I got a good leg distance away from him still holding his hands. I kicked him hard squarely in his fucking nuts with my pointy red high heels. Holding his hands had given me more leverage as well with my kick.

Glenn let go of my hands screaming in pain as he fell to the ground grasping his balls. I ran to my own car locking myself inside. I scrambled for my keys in my belted bag and started my car. As I drove away Glenn was still on the ground squirming and screaming holding his nuts.

At least I had learned something from Keith. He had told me if ever something like that happened to play their game. That was until I could scream getting other’s attention or had a chance to kick them hard in the nuts and run like hell away.

I drove home trembling as that scared the hell out of me. I picked up that picture from my coffee table. I blamed Keith for what had happened that night, it was his fault for what he had done with my daughter. I smashed that picture again and cried myself to sleep.

I awoke the next morning replaced that frame telling Keith I was sorry and thank you for at least teaching me something. I missed Keith so much. I felt so unsafe without him around. I missed the comfort and security he gave me. I missed the fun as well. That night broke me of going out looking for fun.

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