Scott’s Home-Cumming Ch. 01

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He had gone by “Scott” for almost 25 years, but back home he felt like his given name “Simon”. Simon left home at 18, joined the Navy and after getting out 2 years later set off on several adventures that left him wealthy but ultimately still alone. He had loved a woman then lost her, made his fortune and had vowed never to return to Sparta, Wisconsin. He was back now to settle his mom and step dad’s estate but had no desire to see “The Twins”- his older stepbrothers. He really had little desire to see his younger half sister as well. He felt they had turned on him which caused him to turn his back on them and leave. He had money. He didn’t need their junk or money and the strings that came with it. But what should have been a one day in and out visit now was prolonged with the estate lawyer having to quickly leave town for a family emergency. But technically he hadn’t returned to Sparta. “Scott” was sitting in a pub in Tomah, eating supper, staring at the cute bartender while trying to resist the urge to walk out of the pub into the walkthrough hallway where the bathrooms were, and avoid going behind the green door into Ozzie’s Bar.

Scott went to the bathroom, looked at the green door, and went back into the pub and ordered another beer. The bartender poured his beer and since he was the only one at the bar she settled in to visit.

“A Penny for your thoughts, Stranger?”

Scott snapped out of it, and said, “Sorry, kinda lost in thought.” He put a $5 bill in the tip jar and said, “I’m Scott. I was just thinking things through. What’s your story? Military?” Fort McCoy was only a few miles away and Sparta and Tomah both saw lots of transient women working at pubs and places like Ozzie’s until their boyfriends or husbands moved on.

“Name’s Penny. Thanks for the $5, but it’s a slow night so I am willing to chat. So you can have ‘A PENNY for your thoughts’ all night long if you want.”

She said it in a way that made Scott think there was more to that comment, but it would cost him more than a penny. Or the $5 he’d already invested.

“So what’s your story, Scott? Why are you here on a Tuesday? Are YOU military?”

“No, I have some personal business. Former navy, now an investor but still an adventurer by heart. Looking at buying some vessels for Oshkosh or the Dells, but would rather spend my time in Florida than this far north. Ships get 12 months use in Florida but only half that here.”

That wasn’t a lie, but the whole truth was he was originally from Sparta and didn’t want to go back or even be in Wisconsin right now. Wisconsin Dells was associated with his fondest memories but also his biggest heartbreak. Florida, Texas, the Caribbean and Mediterranean were much happier places for him now. And especially now. Off-season and early April in Wisconsin had the potential for cold and dreary. Coupled with his attitude towards his family and now having to wait a week for some pencil-neck geek accountant of a lawyer to come back…his attitude was like that of a January blizzard.

“Well, Scott, my family owns these buildings so I am in the family business. My dad and uncle are terrible businessmen but my cousins and I are doing what we can to make a go of it. My aunt is helpful, too, I guess. This time of year the National Guard and Reserve units aren’t training in Fort McCoy so business is slow. Take your beer and go through the green door to Ozzie’s and enjoy. I get off at 11 and will see you then unless I close up earlier,” Penny said.

It was now just after 8. “Who’s Ozzie and why do I want to go to his bar when you said I could have you all night?”

“Ozzie was the name on the bar when we bought it and didn’t want to change it and alienate our older clientele. Go next door and spend some money. See you at midnight.”

“You said you got off at 11,” Scott replied.

“Don’t worry, the time will fly if you are having fun. Tomorrow in here is karaoke. Maybe I’ll see you in here tomorrow,” Penny said.

“Wait! You said you get off at 11, will see me at midnight, but now tomorrow?”

“Go next door and spend some money. See you in about 3 hours,” Penny said and winked at Scott.

Scott walked out into the walkthrough hallway and went through the green painted door. The sign said, “Must Be 21. Shows start at 9pm nightly”. Scott was twice as old as he needed to be to enter. He sat at the bar with his drink from next door. The bartender had his back to him and was talking on the phone and when she hung up, she turned around and looked right at Scott. She was probably younger than Penny but every bit as stunning. She had the same, piercing blue eyes as Penny and looked like her. Only her hair was a different color, but that could come from a bottle. Penny had a dirty blonde look with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The bartender had darker brown hair with lighter highlights and her hair cascaded past her shoulders and had some bouncy body to it. It would look fantastic splayed out on his pillow.

“Penny said she and her cousins ran these bars. She didn’t mention a sister,” Scott commented. czech super models porno/

“We’re the sisters over here tonight and Penny’s our cousin. She said she was sending business our way.”

“Did she tell you my name?”

The stunning bartender in a skimpy, tight white dress held out out her hand, “Bailey. She said you were Scott and to show you a good time until she got off.”

There it was again. The double entendre. But then again, he was sitting in a strip bar. He didn’t want to offend Bailey but he had to ask, “So, do you, uh, I mean. Dancers are when? Will you grace the stage tonight or not?”

“Maybe tomorrow if you ask nicely. Would you come here to see ME dance or go to karaoke next door and hit on the cougars if you’re still in town?” She slightly emphasized “come” and hit on “ME” when she said that.

“I did tour with a boy band in the 90’s but I don’t sing anymore, so maybe I should watch you dance if I’m still in town.” He finished his drink and put the glass down on the bar. She was ready for that and like magic sat two shots up on the bar- one for him and one for her. He didn’t see what they were or even when she had poured them.

“Your choice,” she said. He picked up one, she took the other. They tinked glasss and downed them. His was Captain Morgan. Hers was Jose Cuervo. He won that round.

“It’s close enough to 9 so I will see if Anne is ready,” Bailey said. Scott hadn’t noticed 4 young men walk in. High and tight haircuts, probably from the nearby army base despite the calendar. Another sexy young girl with an exotic look took their drink orders.

Bailey hit the stage lights and punched a button and a recorded voice came over the speakers, “Now, please welcome to the stage, CAYENNE!”

Some new Taylor Swift song that sounds like every other pop song started blaring over the speskers and a woman who looked to be Bailey’s twin- or Taylor Swift’s twin- took the stage in a floral print, french cut bikini. She had moves, looks, and a sexual aura that few women ever did, let alone someone so young. She was probably 20 or 22. Everything about her was tight, fit, firm and prefect. Scott wondered if Bailey and Penny were built as good as Cayenne. If he was going to be stick in this town, he hoped he would find out.

Cayenne danced her first number and took her tips fron the young men now stationed on the “chow line”, the row directly in front of the stage. When her second number started the dancer had failed to remove any clothes and the men started to protest.

“C’mon, show those knockers, baby!”

“Let’s see them now!”

“$25 in the private room and you can feel them,”Cayenne said, starting to lose her composure.

“Fuck that. For $25 you will suck me. Or more, bitch,” one of them said.

“Okay, show’s over, you have to leave,” Cayenne said and tried to head backstage.

“Not so fast, bitch, you still…”

He never finished his sentence because Scott grabbed his hand that was grabbing the dancer and punched him, knocking him out. A second guy almost landed a punch but Scott anticipated it and delivered a kick to his knee, hyperextending it. THAT would buy some surgeon a brand new car with how much that would cost to repair. The next two each picked up a chair and stood there, stuck between wanting blood but not wanting to spill their own. Then one of them dropped to the floor and convulsed. Scott then noticed the probes extending from the Taser Bailey had deployed and the exotic girl had one in her hand, the laser sight painting the other man facing Scott.

“Are you gonna leave peacefully or am I gonna fry your balls?”

The last man of the group looked at the beautiful women holding non-lethal weapons, and looked at his friends. Bailey hit her trigger again and his mind was made up. He got the hell out of there.

“Sorry about the mess, Bailey. Can I pay for the damage?”

“Come by tomorrow and we can talk, but that’s what insurance is for. Thanks for your help, but you had better go. When the cops come by, it will be a shame I won’t be able to remember your name…Scott,” Bailey said and winked at him.

Just before he left, Cayenne came out and hugged him and whispered into his ear, “Thanks. I feel like I owe you. Come by in a day or two if you’re still around,” she said, then kissed him, slipping her tongue past his teeth.

Then Bailey pointed to the back door where Scott slipped away, into the night and got in his rental truck and drove to his hotel. It was only 9pm, Penny would have known about the altercation but he felt disappointed that if he had a chance with her before it was most likely out of reach now. “Shit,” he said as he slammed his hand on the wheel. “Fuckin’ kids. That ship has sailed,” he told himself.

When he entered the hotel lobby the kid working the front desk asked him about his night. “Great, he wants small talk. Maybe I can work this,” Scott thought.

“The scanner said there was a fight at Ozzie’s Bar. Did you happen to see or hear czech tax porno about it, Mr. Taylor?”

“Really? No, I ate at Penny Arcade- great food by the way- but then heard of some public fishing spots and went to look for them, but couldn’t find them. Maybe tomorrow in the daytime I will have better luck.”

“Oh, let me help you,” the clerk said as he reached for a local area attractions map. “This is a good spot. Or here you can…” he marked out 4 different locations and gave him the rundown.

“Thanks for the info. Since I will probably be a few more days I will have to try this out,” Scott said. As he was talking to the clerk he noticed the awards on the back wall for “Best New Property” and several other innocuous awards, all given to “DDSTH Properties, LLC”. Something tried to jump out at him, but he missed it.

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Scott sat down at the desk after grabbing a bottle from the minibar. He picked up the remote and started flipping through channels but found nothing worth watching. Somehow he must have killed more time than he thought because when the soft tap at the door snapped him out of his transe he looked at the clock and it was 11:30pm. “Cops? That didn’t take long.”

He looked through the peephole and saw an article of dark clothing blocking the view of the person holding it. “Shit, my jacket. I left it at the bar,” he said to himself.

He opened the door and Penny barged in past him and said, “Quick, shut the door! They are on to us!”

“Who is?” Scott asked.

“The cops. They will be here any minute! One of guys died and we are both wanted now,” Penny said, but then started to giggle. “Just kidding. The cops are looking for a large man with a dark complexion- maybe Hispanic or Mediterranean? Tattoos on his forearms. Mohawk maybe? Bailey and Anne weren’t sure because he was in the darker corner of the floor and Neenah served him.”

Scott was tanned, had a short haircut and no tattoos. He was probably safe.

“Thank you, Penny. And thanks for returning my jacket. How much do I owe you?”

She moved in and skipping right to the point grabbed his package over his shorts as she felt it rapidly grow in her hand. “How much you got?”

“At least 12 inches,” he joked.

“Mmm, feels more like, 4,” she joked back.

He held up his thumb and index finger about 2 inches apart and said, “Well, if this is 6 inches, then…”

He never finished his sentence because she pulled his shorts down and with her eyes level to his cock it sprang out and she said, “I don’t have my ruler with me, but I think I can work with THIS,” and then she lightly licked the tip. Scott’s knees wobbled briefly then she stood up. She was almost the same height as him so eye contact between the two was easy, then she asked, “Are you just going to stand there, or do I need to explain it to you?”

Her posture relaxed and he started to undress her. He went slow for the effect of creating sexual suspense, but also because he needed to process it all. He was back home against his desires, went to a bar and restaurant, had a meal and the bartender hit on him, told him to wait for her at the strip club next door where the other bartender there flirted with him. Oh, and the bartenders were cousins. And he got into a bar fight, the stripper kissed him-who was also a cousin, said she owed him, and the first bartender was in his room now because as she told him a few hours earlier, “she gets off at 11 or 11:30.”

None of this made any sense. His brain was screaming, “TRAP! DISEASE! TRAP! TROUBLE!”

But his cock was saying, “Hell, yeah!” And its thought process won out.

When he had her down to her emerald green bra and matching panties he lead her over to the king sized bed in his suite, and they laid down beside each other. As they kissed their hands explored the other person’s body. Scott was in great shape for a 43 year old man, but Penny’s 24 year old body was even more magnificent. Her breasts were perky, her tummy tight. And when he slipped inside her panties he found meaty lips and a wet slot in between. He fingered her, found her pronounced clit and rubbed it while inserting another finger inside. Meanwhile, she was stroking him and rubbing the tip of his cock. Finally as he sensed she was getting close, she abruptly stopped and stood up, leaving him momentarily stunned.

She looked at him, removed the reaminder of her clothing, and said, “Enough. Lie down. I hope you like numbers- or 69 anyway.”

He situated himself in the middle of the bed and when he was confortable she slowly crawled onto the bed, head moving slowly in the direction of his feet, stopped and threw her left leg over his body, a beautiful sight in it’s own right, but made even better by the view of her dripping pussy directly over his face. Scott absolutely loved eating pussy. He liked that better than receiving a blowjob and arguably loved it more than sex- well, sex with an inexperienced partner anyway.

His head raced up from the pillow, zeroing in on her defloration porno hot, wet tunnel that was slightly agape. He first sucked her meaty lips then his tongue went as deep into her as he could, licking her dripping juices. Penny gasped, then got control of herself and deep throated his cock in a way unlike anything in the last 10 years or so. This fairly young lady sure knew how to eat a cock like it was her last meal.

Scott loved eating pussy and Penny liked sucking dick. Most guys would usually be satisfied with a blow job and she had ways to not swallow and sucking dick didn’t lead to pregnancy. She was usually DTF, or Down To Fuck if he seemed like Mr. RightNow, but she had more cock in her mouth than in her pussy in her lifetime- her pussy that Scott was eating like she had never dreamed possible. It was probably sadly true that most MEN didn’t know how to lick a pussy to full satisfaction, but Scott sure did. And Scott and Penny both agreed it was pure bliss to have your genitals being so thoroughly pleasured at the exact same time as pleasuring your partner. It was difficult to find anything better than this. But both knew they would try later tonight.

Scott spread Penny’s ass wide and placed his right middle finger over her asshole. She flinched a little and mumbled, ‘Touch it, but don’t go too deep yet,” then went back to work. Meanwhile she did the same to him.

When he could feel her ass quiver he knew she was close to the best orgasm of young life so far, and as her mouth slowed down, a low growl worked into a moan and then almost a shriek. Then her mouth stopped sucking all together and just at what he though was the right moment he shoved his finger two knuckles deep in her ass and pushed his thumb in her pussy and pinched, making a circle with his fingers. She squirted all over his face, rode the wave for about 10 seconds, then somehow thought to go back after his cock. “Cum for me, Scott. Fill my mouth now and I will let you fill my pussy later. Cum, Scott.”

At that moment his balls tensed and he flooded her mouth, but she was a pro. She never wasted a drop of his juice.

They both lay there, breathing heavily for a few minutes, then she turned around and crawled up next to him. She kissed his lips and they could taste their own selves on their lover’s lips.

“Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

“Italy? Maybe Greece? Possibly Miami. Where did you learn to give a world class blowjob? I can honestly say that is the best one I have ever had.”

“Well, thank you. I suppose you learn a thing or two working in or around a strip club near a military installation.”

“Are you one of the dancers, too?”

“Generally not. I usually run the restaurant and bar, but I’ve had to fill in at Ozzie’s. So you liked it, huh?”

“Yes. I hope Round 2 is just as good,” and he rolled over on top of her.

“Let’s go down to the pool area. Hottub and sauna down there.” He looked a little unsure. “Don’t worry, I know the owner,” she assured him.

When they got down there it was almost 1 in the morning and the pool closed at 11pm. “Not many customers, and Intold the front desk to shut the cameras off, but just in case, cover the camera with a towel while I put up a ‘closed’ sign,” Penny ordered. He did, and when he turned back around was rewarded with a flash of a nude Penny diving from an area on the pool deck that said, “3.5 FEET. NO DIVING!”

His next vision was that of a lifeless Penny floating up to the surface.

“Fuck!” Scott exclaimed. “And the camera is turned off.”

Scott smoothly slipped into the water, drawing on his lifeguard training from a quarter century ago, careful not to create waves and making a spinal cord injury worse. Scott approached Penny and using his hands to cup her chin and the back of her skull, he next used his forearms to make a clamp with his right arm on her back and his left arm on her upper chest. Next he rotated her body by going under water underneath her so she would hopefully be able to breathe on her own. When he came up, he quickly scanned her head and face for any visible injuries.

They she spit water on him and started laughing.

“What the hell, Penny?” Scott yelled. “I thought you broke your neck!”

“And I thought I would drown while I waited for your pokey butt to ‘save’ me. Nicely done, by the way,” she said, still thinking the whole episode was funny.

“That was not funny,” Scott said from the position of strength. He commanded the high ground, hands holding her head and one arm on top of her tits, so he pushed her under water, dunking her. Then he spun her around so his quickly stiffening cock was near her unprotected opening. He knew what he ultimately wanted, which was what she wanted. He just wasn’t sure as to her plan, if she had one. He’d fuck her now in the pool if she let him, but she mentioned the sauna earlier and that sounded better.

Penny thought the “fake drowning” was funny, and for some reason she had been intrigued by Scott the moment he walked through the door of her restaurant pub. She normally didn’t sleep with just any guy that interested her, but the attraction to Scott was unlike any of the normal possible suitors in Sparta or Tomah. Even though she intended to fuck him again and probably letting him do her anyway he wanted, she wasn’t ready to walk down the aisle anytime soon.

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