Forget Me

( Author's Note: This will be a long term project with each chapter being at least 500 words or more, as well as a focus between both erotica and story. I will open a path that leads to sex of all kinds all the time, however my main focus will be on the path of the story. There will be chapters will little to no eroticism, but don't worry, there will be all kinds of sex in between. When completed, I will open specific paths that focus on the sex scenes only, so there will be plenty of options, of course this will require some patience on your part. Thank you as always, and I do hope you enjoy this first chapter and the many to come after. )

Hunter retracts his cock slowly as he watches his seven inch penis make its way out of Jennifer's sopping cunt. With each inch, Jennifer would moan louder as the walls of her taint tightly grip his firm shaft in hopes of squeezing out every drizzle of cum and pleasure as she can. Before she knew it, POP!

A strange, hollow sound, but one that is very common when pulling out of this filthy whore of a woman. Following this raunchy noise, Hunter was able to see past the moist nature of her pussy juices and sweat to see his cum slowly ooze out. One by one, drops would exit and fall from her pussy onto the bed sheets sitting right under them. This may seem like nothing to any simple person, but to Hunter, this was his favorite part of it all. Every time, watching his sperm exit its desired target, was something to behold. Most of the time, it's enough to give him another rise for round two. This time however, it wasn't. In fact it hasn't worked for three years.

"Oh fuck baby, you keep cumming like that, you're gonna make me pregnant. Oh my husband is gonna hate me if that happens" Jennifer says with guileful look in her eyes as she stares up at Hunter's chiseled features. "You know, we still have about forty minutes left, we can crank out another round." As she speaks, she caresses her left nipple before squeezing her stupendous 34 DD boob. With each action, she takes a bit of her lower left lip, painted a vibrant cherry red that's so apparent, no one could miss it, even in the dark.

Hunter hobbles his body forward to stroke the light brunette hair of his mistress, moving it out of the way of her left eye, revealing it's hazel color and well done make up which includes a combination of mascara and blue eye shadow. Looking at her, Hunter completely drank in the sight of this well defined woman. To go with her eyes, her pinkish blush sweeps an already gorgeous face into a tier of irresistible. Looking down, he can easily see her distinct collarbone gently poking out of her luscious olive colored skin, past her bosom, he caresses her flat and tones belly before taking a grab of her fleshy yet firm hips that are doing their best to hide the splendid ass lying underneath. With this motion, Jennifer shivers, anxious to see in Hunter takes the bait.

"I can't, I must leave." Hunter's voice is cold, emotionless. He doesn't do this out of spite or distaste, but he knows that the only way to get out of here is to be stern.

"Boo, you seem to never want to go another round with me" Jennifer says, showing a pouty face. As Hunter begins to lift himself off the bed, she quickly tumbles forward and takes a hold of his semi erect cock in her left hand. "The least I could do is clean you off." With a seductive smirk, she leans in with her soft, velvety pink tongue and makes a full lick up the bottom of his shaft, forcing Hunter to shiver and moan in pleasure. She gently swirls her tongue along the head before engulfing the full penis into her mouth, down to the back of her throat.

As her lips climb back to the crown of his cock, she begins to suck ever so slightly, in hopes of vacuuming any sperm hiding in his manpipe. Thankfully, for her, she manages to steal a few drops, giving her a wonderful taste as another POP! sound rings out through her bedroom.

"Thanks, but I gotta go. Now." He tries to be aggressive, but his voice slightly falters due in part to the after-sex suck he just received. Picking up on this, Jennifer just licks her lips and says gently "Of course, but I will be calling you again very soon. As my favorite cock, it's your job to please my slutty little pussy." She gets into a position on her knees atop the bed before licking her fingers and sending them straight down to finger her already used honeypot. As Hunter begins to put his clothes on, he can hear behind him the noises of Jennifer's moans creeping to a higher volume with each passing second. _Whores will be whores, _he thought.

With this, he exits the bedroom and out the front door where he finds himself in quite the lavish neighborhood. In front of him is his beat up 2003 Toyota Corolla, next to it sits a gorgeous navy blue Maserati, one that Hunter himself can't name the model of off the top of his head. Of course this belonged to the woman he just bedded, although it was definitely NOT her money. With looks like her, it was quite easy to find a wealthy man willing to pay for her desired lifestyle. The cars sit on a massive driveway that led to this luxurious mansion, one that Hunter could only wish to afford. To the right of the driveway is the path that leads to the front door where he currently stands. bushes colored a bright forest green add flavor to the flower beds with plenty of roses, daisies and tulips galore. This place seems more like a fantasy than a home, thought Hunter.

He walks to his car, beeps it to unlock and sits inside, closing the door quite harshly. Being a male escort is something some men dream of, but for Hunter, this was his sexual pleasure, his job. Nothing more. He didn't enjoy it for the most part, in fact, he hated it. He pulls out of his back pocket a brown leather wallet, decorated with a single steal pendant. On it, was an engraving of two letters inside a heart. H and L. For a while, he had someone he could hold with vigor, a woman that would, no matter the mood, make his day better with his presence alone. Lisa.

Was she anything special? To most people, she was average. But to Hunter, she was everything he could want. A woman who could hold herself on her own two feet, the ability to speak with him and never stop, no matter how deep or dark the conversation became. They could do anything together, and it always felt like a date, whether it be making a simple dinner and eating it with each other, or just going to the grocery store to buy some food. She was simple, and that's all he could ask for.

He opened the wallet to count the money he received for this fucking, coming out to around $2000. She always gave him a little extra, considering the regular price is $1500. He puts the money back, slips his wallet back into his pocket and puts his head back. Letting his thoughts spin as they do after a job like this. Hunter used the rest of the time sitting in his car to drown his guilt. He knew it was his fault that she died, there was always something he could've done.

But now he has to live with the pain.

With that thought, he frowns, his face contorting into a stoic, stone-like appearance. No emotion, no personality. Just a statue. With this, he reverses from the driveway, and drives off, heading to the nearest bar. He was going to get drunk tonight, so drunk that it might even kill him. To Hunter, that was okay. Maybe it's just meant to end like that.