The other day I found my fiance in bed with another man.

After a heated night and day of packing and early-morning phone calls, I came to realize that I was homeless, with nowhere to go. Now, late in the day after my unpleasant discovery, I decided to head for a few beers and an attempt at unwinding at a local club where I emcee a weekly karaoke show.

Karla, who tends bar at the club, is a student at the college I’d graduated from less than a year before. She knew my fiance and I were having problems, and it was Karla who’d convinced me to go home and try to sort things out, no matter what. “No matter what” did not include walking in on my fiance screwing some other guy.

When I got to the club, Karla asked how I was holding up. We talked over the course of a couple hours and beers, which helped. She told me that one of her roommates, who was away at summer theater, had a futon where I could crash until I got my own place. She gave me a key and said she’d check me out after she finished her shift.

Karla, fed up with nonexistent tips at her bartending gig, also worked as a stripper to make ends meet. She was made for it. At five eight, with medium-length blonde hair and beautiful D-cup breasts, she was really tempting, but I’d always limited my expressions to harmless flirtations and longing glances she never saw. Her generosity now only strengthened my appreciation for her. I now had somewhere to sleep, and I needed it. After being up for 44 straight hours and moving in what little possessions I’d crammed into my car, I conked out almost immediately.

The next day I had off from work, and I spent it reading and trying to relax. Karla came home about four in the afternoon from her third job, at the college, and went to her room with only a simple hello. Concerned that my presence made her uncomfortable, I decided to get out for a bit, so I went back to the club to give her some space.

Around six, Karla walked in and asked if I could do her a favor. She couldn’t tell me at the bar what that favor was, so we walked the two blocks back to her place, where she told me what was on her mind. She was working on some new stripping moves and needed an objective opinion. I quickly assented.

She led me upstairs to the attic and told me to wait. There were some candles, a few Christmas lights, and a CD player on the floor by a chair. I sat and waited, but sat up sharp as she returned. She was beautiful. Dressed in tight black vinyl pants and tank top, she silently crept barefoot up the stairs. When she reached the top, all she said was, “Push play.” When I did, a deep moody song pumped from the speakers as Karla began to dance, more sensuously than I could ever have imagined. She slithered like no one I had ever seen. Bending, swaying, and stretching, she shed her outer clothes just as the first song ended.

Then a slower, sexier song began. Where her dancing had been sexy before, it now became steamy. Subtle movements of her hips drew my eyes lower, until movement in her shoulders drew my eyes back to her breasts. She stood over me and slowly pulled off her bra. Her breasts smelled faintly of vanilla. She leaned down and rubbed her breasts against my cheeks, then tilted my head up and locked eyes with mine. A smile played across her lips, her eyes sparkled, and she spun around to give me a rear view. She knew what an ass freak I am. Her hips and ass swiveled only inches from my face, and her back arched as she looked over her shoulder at me. She leaned down until she was bent double. So this was how I found myself, a day after losing my fiancée: face to ass with a gorgeous woman.

Karla turned around and slid her hand up my thighs to my crotch. She kneaded my cock through my jeans. I leaned forward and traced a line up along her legs and thighs and around her pubic mound, covered by underwear. Her breathing deepened as I slid my hand into her wet panties and pulled them to the side.

Beautiful pussy lips greeted me, smelling of a mixture of vanilla, sweat, and sex. I had to taste this. I leaned forward, made a circle around her gorgeous twat, then slid my tongue into it, bottom to top. Her grip on me tightened as she pushed against my tongue. Sliding farther down, I wiggled my tongue around in her hole before finally tickling her clitoris, eliciting a shiver from her beautiful body. Her ass jumped in my hands. Hoping it was another hint, I lingered for another minute before I slid my tongue away from her clit and pressed it against her asshole. I was rewarded with a deep sigh and a twitch of her hips. “Mmm, good boy,” she whispered, bending over once again.

I continued to tease her ass with my tongue as she ground harder against my face, burying me between her ass cheeks. I was in heaven, and heaven increased when she spun around, took my cock in her mouth, then climbed on top of me in the chair. Staring into her eyes, I grabbed her hips and rubbed my slick prick against her snatch. Her breathing came in shallow gasps each time my cock brushed her clit. Suddenly she leaned forward and pulled me inside her, the slap of her hips against mine echoing in the attic.

“Now,” she warned, her face close to mine, “don’t even think of coming yet.”

My reply was lost as she clenched down on me harder than I’d ever been gripped before and began wildly bouncing up and down on my cock. I bit my lip and restrained myself to some low moans as I slid my hands around her ass. She herself was moaning, gasping, and grunting as she fucked me. I slid my eyes down every inch of the beautiful body bouncing above me until I could see my wet cock pounding into her. I was so overwhelmed, it took a minute or two to realize that her grunts were beginning to take on a note of frustration. She was incredibly wet.

I sat up, and — pausing to kiss the nipple closest to me — reached around her and put my middle finger into her asshole until it was completely engulfed. Karla’s gasps doubled in depth and she began to grind into me harder. Wrapping both hands around my neck and pulling me into a passionate kiss, she came hard. Then she pulled her lips from mine long enough to utter a long, loud cry before collapsing onto my shoulder.

She kissed me and gave me a mischievous smile. “Your turn,” she said, pulling me from the chair. She offered me her pussy from behind and said, “What are you waiting for? Fuck me!”

I slipped it into her beckoning pussy, thanking God that I should at that moment be balls deep behind the most beautiful ass I had ever seen.

It took only a minute until I was on the verge of climax. Karla was practically yelping for me to come inside her. Her screams, and one last look at her perfect ass slamming back to meet me, drove me over the edge. I came hard, and for much longer than I could remember coming in a long time.

“So,” said Karla, her breasts heaving, “do you need a place to stay for a while longer?”