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"She's gone for good?" asked Marie, setting down her bags.
"Yeah, she took her stuff and left this morning," said Brent.
"Good," said Marie, kissing him on the cheek.
Brent patted her on the shoulder and gave her butt a little squeeze. Marie sighed.
"Do you know that I'm attracted to you in every way that one person can be to another?" she asked.
"Ditto," said Brent.
They kissed for ra moment, gently and slowly.
"Why don't you wait in my room? I'm pretty sure you know the floorplan of my house. I'll be up there in a minute," said Brent.
Marie kissed him once more before running up the stairs and down the hall. She found it - his bedroom. She pushed open the door and turned on the lights.
"Oh my," she said.
She'd always wanted to see this. The room was just as beautiful as she'd expected, with satin sheets, a four-poster bed, and plush carpet. She picked up a pillow and inhaled deeply of it. It carried his smooth, masculine scent.
"Oh my..."
Marie decided to surprise him. She stopped, taking off everything but her fake diamond necklace, and positioned herself carefully on his bed. It was like that scene from Titanic, except Brent was much older than Leonardo DiCaprio. The wait seemed like an eternity. It was cold, but she didn't care. She and Brent would make their own heat soon enough.
The door opened. Brent entered.
"Wow," he said upon seeing her.
He sounded just like he did in Independence Day, except without the crappy wig. So gorgeous... And Marie could see a sizeable bulge in his pants.
"Is that your microprobe thingamajig, or are you happy to see me?" she asked.
Brent smiled.
"You're the perfect fan," he said.
She watched him take off his clothes, thankfully much quicker than last night. When he finished, he touched his erection. Marie shivered.
"You like that," said Brent.
He ran his hands down the length of his body, then stopped to stroke his penis. She could hear him panting. She thought about helping him, but then she'd always liked to watch him - on TV, on stage, on film - what he was doing now was much better.
"You really are a naughty Jewboy, touching yourself like that," said Marie.
Brent smiled even wider.
"Then do something about it," he said.
Marie slid off the bed. She picked up her purse off the floor and got behind Brent. She started spanking him with it. Brent grabbed onto one of the bedposts and let her have at it. He seemed to enjoy it.
"You're such a naughty Jewboy! OH! OH! You like this - say you like this!"
"I like this!" said Brent as she smacked his ass with the purse.
"Say you want me."
"I WANT YOU!"
"Say you need me."
"I NEED YOU!"
"Call me a dirty stalker."
"You're a dirty stalker - you're the best damn skinny brunette dirty stalker I've ever had in my life! Now let me punish you!" screamed Brent as he pushed her into the wall.
He held her wrists against the wall and started humping her like a rabid dog.
"BRENT!!!!!" Marie yelled as he released himself inside her.
Their hips were grinding together like some perverted latin dance.
"Brent, call me a naughty bag lady!"
"You naughty bag lady, you filthy bag lady with a purse full of random shit!"
"Slap me!"
Brent slapped her and she pretended to be knocked to the ground. Soon Brent was on top of her and pumping away like one of the maniacs he played on TV.
"Suck my dick, you bag lady!"
Marie did just that, and Brent pounded his fists on the wall. Marie rolled over on top of him and held him down. She began to lick him, starting at his shoulder and going down. She stopped at his nipples, caramel-colored and framed by ivory skin. She sucked on one while rolling her fingers over the other.
"Tie me up," said Brent.
Marie stopped.
"What?"
"There are chains in that bottom drawer over there. Do whatever you want with me - you're much more creative than my wife."
Marie crawled over to the chest of drawers; she couldn't stand up. She drug the chains over to the bed and climbed up.
"Brent, get up here now," she said.
Brent did. He spread his arms and legs and let Marie chain him to the bed.
"You wait here - don't move," she told him.
"I can't," said Brent.
Marie painfully stood and made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen. She returned with cranberry sauce and a knife. Brent looked at her like she was crazy.
"I promise you will enjoy this," Marie said.
She used the knife to spread the cranberry sauce over the top of his bare body. She licked it off, lapping up every bit of the tangy sauce, and Brent gasped for breath.
"I told you you'd like it," said Marie.
Marie climbed on top of him. She took his tongue between her lips and sucked it while massaging his buttocks, one cupped in each hand.
"You know I like cheesecake," said Brent.
"Later," said Marie.