Her Vet
Copyright Deni Wom 2006

His crutches clunked her chair leg when he passed. Her head jerked up nervously, as though she were preoccupied with other things and the noise had caused her heart to jump in panic.

“Scuse me, ma’am,” he apologized, his face burning, thinking how much he hated those damn crutches. His leg, the shrapnel hole still healing, seemed like it was taking forever. Happened the last day of his stint in Iraq too. Last damn day! Last fricking day!

Daniel looked up from his shoes to see a pair of liquid green eyes staring at his face. The woman seemed to recognize him. He had NO clue who SHE was though. She smiled at him, showing some brilliantly white teeth in a perfect friendly smile.

“Buy you a drink soldier?” she asked smoothly.

‘How the hell she know I’m a soldier?” he wondered. But her vivacious friendly smile captivated his interest, so he nodded curtly. ‘Damn women, always know too much,’ he grumbled silently to himself.

She nodded curtly at the bar keep. The bar tender instantly set about making his drink, not even asking what he wanted. Clearly this woman had clout in this bar. She didn’t look like a lush though. Her clothes were too nice. ‘Oh my god what a bod!’ Daniel forced himself to tear his eyes off those casabas of hers. No bra he noticed. But nice high tight tits, no doubt about that For the first time in years he felt a stirring in his loins. Her nipples seemed to peak provocatively at him from under the soft fabric of her expensive cashmere sweater. Her nipples continued to rise as he forced himself not to stare.

When he forced his eyes to meet hers again, she had one eyebrow cocked, and her eyes danced with merriment. Her smile showed no irritation at his irreverent stare.

‘Damn women, all think they can tell what I am thinking without me saying a word. Not going to let a woman take ME in again though. That fucking slut wife taught me a lesson for sure. Hope she chokes on her god damn champagne and caviar. Fuckin’ bitch!’ He realized his cock was at about half mast now.

Then he felt her hand on his prick.

“You need some relief there soldier! Let’s us see if we can work that out to the benefit of both of us, big boy!” She squeezed his cock again just before she withdrew her hand.

‘Damn! This woman was forward alright! Shit, what the hell! Why not, it wasn’t as though his damn wife was waiting for him at home, was it? The damn slut was on her fucking honeymoon in Jamaica . Served him his damn divorce papers while he was on tour. Shit! What a fucking whore she was. Fucking her boss. Used those incredible tits of hers to suck him in. Rich asshole. She always had been after a man with lots of money. Well, she had it now. The cunt!’

‘Not as nice a pair of hooters as the ones he was staring at again though! My god what a world class pair of hooter this broad has!’ Daniel stopped trying not to look any more. Fuck the bitch, she shouldn’t have had them gorgeous melons hanging out in public if she didn’t want him to look! Fuck her!’

Damn he was hard!

“I’ve got a room upstairs if you want to go try these out for size, soldier!” Her eyes were still amused as she gazed at his lascivious gaze.

‘Whoa! This was really going fast! Propositioned in less than a minute of bumping her chair.’ He glanced nervously at her wedding ring sparkling brightly, even in the dim light of the bar. Huge fucking diamond too!

“How much?” Had to be a whore. A high class whore, but a whore none the less.

She chuckled a low sexy throaty enticement. “No charge soldier. I’m a married woman, and have never gone out on my husband before tonight. You are the first, and so far only, other man. Interested?” Oddly she seemed to have taken no offense at his remark.

“Sorry ma’am.” He flushed bright red again. The scent of her perfume wafted across his nostrils. Her perfume smelled wet and inviting. He felt his cock jump with renewed interest.

“Hey, I was pretty forward, so no offense taken, soldier.”

Daniel paused for a minute, his eyes searching for truth. He had learned his lessons pretty well, guiding his little troop of soldiers though the battlefield that was as surreally foreign as the landscape of the moon, never knowing who was friend, who was a walking bomb. Yeah, he had learned to read faces all right. But he saw no guile in her face, or eyes. Only sincere interest, . . . . . in him. For no discernable reason.

Then it dawned on him. It was Veteran’s Day!

He thought for a few more seconds, then again felt his rigid, too-long-neglected cock pressing painfully against his pant leg. “What the hell, lets go!”

She smiled at him as she nodded knowingly to the bar keep. She signed her tab as they walked, or hobbled as the case may be, across the bar room.

The bar keep checked his booty out as they walked out the door, her experienced eyebrows arching in approval, a smile on her face as she thought of what the turn of events meant to both of the people who were headed for the room above..




Her hunger was real as she kissed him passionately in the elevator, those incredible tits and nipples making their individual point as she leaned into him, stretching up to reach his lips, nothing held back. He felt his cock press against the delicious swell of her punani. Her hands softly pleasured his manhood, caressing him in ways that told him she was indeed experienced in pleasuring a man, apparently her husband. ‘What the hell made a good looking woman do this sort of thing?’ Daniel wondered as he felt his own excitement rise for the first time in years.

He fumbled with the electronic key to her door, fighting his crutches as he nearly lost the silly thing on the floor as he tried to pull the plastic card out at the same time he pushed down on the door handle. She caught his crutches as he finally opened the door. She then held the door open for him as he hobbled through.

“Want a drink baby?” Her back was to him.

‘My god what a bod!’ he thought again. Her hips were toned and not too wide, but wide enough, as though God had taken extra time to make this particular body. ‘And look at those legs!’ They were perfectly shaped. And they went from her feet all the way up to her ass!

Daniel, for the first time since he had received the divorce papers , looked at a woman with genuine interest.

He realized he had not answered her question. “Ah, . . . . . . Yeah, scotch rocks.” He paused for a minute, then realized he was still treating her like a whore. “Please?”

That low throaty chuckle again. She looked so damn pleased to be with him! His ingrained distrust surfaced again. This felt too good to be true. But he could not see why. No, and if it turned out to be just a fuck, so what? She had not asked for anything from him . . . . .yet. He could always say no and leave at any time.

When she came to him with his drink, she had unbuttoned her sweater below the lower curve of her breasts. My god what a pair of tits! He stared open mouthed at their suggestive, inviting jiggle as she walked toward him.

“I’m glad you like what you see soldier! It is all yours for the night baby! Any way you want it, and as many times as you want it. OK?”

‘How the hell did I luck out?’ Daniel was staring unabashedly at her beauty now, his eyes drinking in her perfection, her inborn sensuality.

“Take my clothes off me honey. Make me naked so you can enjoy all of me!”

Daniels fingers fumbled at her zipper. She waited patiently for him. When she stepped out of her skirt, Daniel could not believe his eyes! She was without question a perfect TEN! Her’s was a better body than any body he had ever seen in Playboy or Penthouse, or any other magazine or for that matter any porn video actress.

She purred as his hands touched her skin, seeking her softness even as she stepped out of her garment. “All yours baby. All yours all night, and without limit. What is your pleasure big boy?”

Daniel realized that he first wanted to worship her body, to touch it everywhere, to caress its perfection, to discover its curves and pleasure slowly. No reason to rush. He had all night, and it had been so long since he had been with any woman. Her nipple caressed the palm of his hand as he drank in her beauty. Her purrs of happiness made his mind swim in desire.

“You have nice hands soldier. VERY nice hands!” Her eyes watched his eyes as he consumed her. Her eyes teared up as she thrilled at his reverence. It had been so long since a man had appreciated her body. So long, and with so many tears in the process. And this man was literally worshipping her body. It felt so incredibly good to be appreciated again by a man.

Her hands caressed the back of his head as his mouth found her succulence. “Yes baby, yes, enjoy them, they are all yours now. All yours baby, to suck and to toy with and to fuck and cum on and squeeze and . . . . . . oh god that feels good honey! Ohhhhhhhh!”

Her nipples were like small ripe dates in his mouth, firm and succulent and pliable within limits. He bit her seething bullet, his teeth nipping it harder than he intended.

“Oh god yes, honey, they are yours to bite if that is what you want to do.” Her hips were thrust against him now, her naked pussy pressing against his still clothed hardness, expressing her urgent need for his raging hard prick.

Just to test her words, he bit her there again, harder this time. She gasped from the pain, but still pressed against him, her eyes closed, working the pain through her thoughts, accepting his need to use her so.

At last he yielded to his natural needs. He kissed her deeply and passionately. She met him half way, with no reserve, her tongue bathing his mouth and tongue with her desire, her need. When he pulled back, she looked him in the eyes and whispered “All yours baby, anyway you want me.”

It was too much for Daniel, he spun her around and pressed her chest down then savagely jammed his cock into her wetness from behind. He socketed all the way to her buttocks on his first thrust. She screamed in lust.

“OH GOD YES BABY! FUCK THIS CUNT! OWN THIS CUNT! YES! FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD AND FAST AND SHOOT THAT CUM OF YOURS UP INSIDE MY CUNT AND FUCK ME TILL YOU CAN’T GET HARD AND THEN LET ME SUCK YOU HARD AGAIN AND YOU CAN FUCK MY ASS AND MOUTH AND OOOOOOOH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD DDDDDDDDDDDDDD! !!!!!”

She began to buck in orgasm as he viciously fucked her pussy deep and hard, his hips slamming into her so hard he drove her against the wall. His hands roughly held her hips, holding her from falling away from him , allowing her to move away just enough that his prick head fully exited her wet cunt, then jammed back full length inside her as he pulled he hips back against him.

She was mewling incoherently now, her needy cunt sucking his cock with a carnal passion he had never felt before. Her vaginal muscles seemed to have a mind of their own as her body pleasured him in ways he did not know were possible.

His balls began to clench and swell as his cock seemed to balloon into utter masculinity. He felt his sperm rise from the bottom of his belly even as his balls clenched even more powerfully in surging waves of ecstasy. He felt his sperm rocket up his shaft and began to fill her womb with his pent-up passion. He seemed to shoot his essence within her for hours. He wondered at the quantity of his liquid he deposited deep within her body.

Finally his cock began to soften. He could feel her body still pulsing softly with her own ebbing ecstasy. They collapsed onto the bed in each other’s arms, not losing their linking. They spooned for hours his softness still inside her, his hands toying softly with her perfect swelling breasts, his thumbs and forefingers tugging ever so gently on her incredible nipples.

They at long last drifted off into a dreamless deep sleep. The first such night either of them had had in a long, long time.




Daniel awaked to the smell of coffee and perfume. Someone was sucking his cock. He almost screamed, then realized that it was her. Her!

Who the hell was she anyway?

God could she suck a guys cock though! God that felt good! What a mouth! Better than his damn wife had ever been, that was for sure! Oh my GOD is this good! He was as hard as he ever remembered being. And he was buried deep in her throat! My god, she was deep-throating him!

“Oh fuck baby! Oh god! Oh shit! YES! God, never stop honey, never stop doing that!”

She began to purr as she took him even deeper into her throat. The sensation of her tongue and throat on his cock had been exquisite, but the humming of her throaty purr, now THAT was too MUCH! He began to shoot cum again deep into her throat. His discharge was so violent that Daniel involuntarily bucked against her mouth so deep his pubic hair tickled her nose as he held his prick deep inside her mouth. Daniel had to remind himself to let go of her head so she could breathe again.

The woman began to giggle as she slowly, lovingly suckled the rest of his semen from his softening cock. Her hands were massaging his scrotum gently to coax a little more sperm out of his precious little cum hole.

Daniel slept again. He dreamed of his wife and those damn papers arriving and the war. The hell-hole war that had separated his wife and him. He had never known if she was fucking around on him even before he had been sent overseas. But the papers had not, frankly, been a surprise. She had become evasive and distant on their weekly phone calls, no longer emailing him regularly. And the emails had become less and less caring, not even signed “I love you” toward the end.

He fidgeted in his sleep as she sat in the chair watching him, her eyes caressing the scar that was almost healed over his war wound. She had to find something to wipe the tears from her eyes several times as she listened to his fitful sounds of sleep, of dreams of hellish and frightening war, of his marriage ending, of months of boredom interspersed with seconds of sheer terror.

She knew his story well enough, after all.




He laid there, propped up on pillows, eating a butter horn and maple bar, drinking the steaming hot coffee, his eyes watching her naked body striding confidently around the hotel room.

She ordered more juice and coffee, then didn’t bother to dress or even cover her nakedness when the bell hop delivered it. Instead, she stood there brazenly, in full view of the man as she signed the ticket. He didn’t even ask for a tip, the poor man was so besotted by her incredible body and brilliant friendly smile.

She crawled into bed with him, cuddling up to him contentedly.

He turned on the TV, watching a football game as she lay there contentedly in the crook of his arm. Just before half time she had reached under the covers and softly, gently brought him to hardness again. She giggled delightedly when he rolled over on top of her and took her lovingly, softly, and with passion. He lasted through most of her orgasms, he thought he counted twelve before he could no longer hold himself back and again filled her accepting body with his secretions.

The second half of the football game was less attentively watched as he began to revel in her ethereal presence. They made love all day long, never delving into each other’s minds. They just enjoyed the body of the other until finally, that evening, they could no longer ignore their hunger.

He suggested McDonalds, she asked, begged, him, to let her buy him steak and lobster to say thanks for his service to his country. He had a hard time accepting, but she seemed so earnest that he eventually agreed to allow her to treat him.

They again fell into each others arms that night, their bodies craving more of each other. Finally, satiated, they looked at each other and she nodded at him. He knew she was ready to tell him why him, why she had picked him, why she wanted him.

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