Betty in the basement
She was waiting for him in the dark room. He flipped the switch on in the dusty basement where they'd always met. His cock was hard in anticipation. He'd been thinking about this for hours.
"Hey Betty," he said hoarsely. She was silent. She was always silent during their meetings.
"Cat got your tongue, honey?" he teased her as he always did. He liked talking to her, even if she wouldn't answer. He crossed the room to her slowly. His cock hardened more in his designer jeans. He ran his hand down the front of his slightly crumpled blue and white striped button down shirt. The top two buttons were open. Dark chest hair peered out, matching the thick mop on his head. His eyes matched the bright blue of his shirt.
She was ready for him when he crossed the room to her. He loved her figure. Her perfect, symmetric, hourglassy figure. Full, high breasts and a perfectly shaped ass. She was wearing her favorite dress. Wrap style, a little low cut, but adorable. It fit her exquisitely. She was a perfect size six.
He put his hands on her hips and ran his fingers down her body. His pulse throbbed through his being. He pushed her back against the wall, grinding his body against hers through layers of clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly for her, running his hand down his chest and into his pants.
"It's big and hot for you, Betty," he said. "Want to watch me play with it?"
He could tell from her body language that she did. He pushed the shirt off and let it drop to the floor, then unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. He wore no boxers, and a line of dark hair ran into his jeans. He played with the visible bulge in his pants on the outside, closing his eyes and groaning, teasing her, watching her reaction. "You want it, Betty?" he gasped as he ran his palm across his jeans roughly.
"It wants you, Betty," he rasped. He loved saying her name, loved the games they played before he'd have her.
He unzipped his pants slowly, letting his thick cock appear between the separated fly of his jeans. He stroked it a few times with his right hand, then let his jeans drop to the floor and stepped out of them.
"Your turn, honey," he said as he stood naked before her. He yanked the tie of her wrap dress and it fell open, exposing her body.
"You've got a hot figure, Betty," he laughed as he tossed her dress to the floor and began to roughly fondle her breasts. He was getting frantic with desire, grabbing at her body, playing with her ass as he held her ribcage in two hands and massaged her breasts while humping against her. His cock brushed her belly, taunting him.
"Turn around, Betty, I have to have that ass of yours," he grunted. She spun around, her breasts pressed into the wall as he rubbed his cock along her ass, across her cheeks and between them again and again along the crack.
"God, Betty, sweetheart," he moaned. "I'm going to cum all over your hot body," he gasped. He rocked into her harder and harder. He cupped his balls in his hands and massaged them, his other hand gripping her breast tightly.
"Oh, Betty, let me cum on your tits, I love your sweet tits," he pleaded. With his hand at her hip, Betty swung around to face him obligingly. He leaned his head on her shoulder and cried out as he stroked his cock firmly, stretching the skin hard and rubbing the pre-cum around the head. It was sensitive and almost painful, but he kept swirling his palm over the lubricated surface, feeling the stickiness over his hand.
"Mmm, Betty," he moaned, feeling the swelling erupting from his balls. He continued to cup them, rub them, hump against whatever piece of her he could reach desperately. He stroked his shaft faster, rubbing the sensitive skin underneath, groaning deep in his throat and holding Betty close. Finally he stiffened, pulling long strokes as he climaxed, letting his cum spurt out and over her body, rubbing his head against her belly in the mess. He calmed as his dick throbbed gently, and he could think again.
He stayed with her for a few minutes longer, massaging his milky cum over her breasts, trailing it down her midsection.
Finally he sighed. "Alright Betty. Get your clothes back on." He slipped into his jeans, buttoning them hastily. He picked up his shirt and his arms in, leaving it open. He helped her back into the porcelain blue flowered wrap dress, tucking it over her shoulders, cinching it at the waist and tying the strings at the side in a bow.
"That's a good girl, Betty," he said, leaning the slightly crooked mannequin back up against the wall of the abandoned sales floor.
The disheveled dress form, of standard make with no arms or head, glowed in the corner for another moment before he flipped the switch off.
"Good night, Betty. You were fantastic, as always."
