But right, the pictures.
Slowly, I pulled my thumb from her snatch, the digit glistening wetly and popped it between my lips. Shit, she was ready, the nectar tangy and flavorful on my tongue. But it wasn’t about flavor right now. It was about capturing the moment.
“Now hold yourself open baby and let me see inside,” I commanded roughly. “Let me see.”
And my shy little librarian wasn’t so shy anymore. Thighs opened wide, she slipped two fingers down, pulling the crotch of her panties out of the way, that pink lace absolutely drenched now. And then my best girl did it. She spread those nether lips, holding her cunt open, the inner walls a deep, ruby red, glistening and hungry. Shit. Beth was perfect in every way.
Because I could see it, way up inside. Her hymen gleamed, just a tiny bit of tissue visible, but it was enough. My dick jerked hungrily, the target up close and personal.
Damn.
Goddamn.
I needed her so bad.
But there was still work to be done.
“That’s good, sweetheart, real good. Now play with yourself.”
Her eyes flew open with shock, wide and aroused.
“Yeah, you heard me, sweet thing. Play with your tits and keep yourself turned on so I can take these pics. I need to see everything, baby girl, so get juicy.”
She stared at me more, body trembling.
Was she going to do it?
Was Beth going to let me take pictures of her open snatch as she creamed all over?
God, I hoped so.
“Do you...?” Her face was practically on fire. But the female surprised me. “Like this, Daddy? Like this?”
With another shy look, she pulled down her bra, letting those gazongas bounce out like beach balls. And they were fucking amazing. Huge and ripe with stiff red nips hard enough to cut glass, the sacks of cream beckoned enticingly. I licked my lips and wished those hard tips were in my mouth, but instead, I just pinched, reaching up and squeezing one and then the other, making the girl moan. Because I had other plans for my mouth right now.
“That’s nice, Beth, real nice. Keep going, baby girl, you’re on a roll.”
And she smiled sweetly then. How could someone so innocent be doing this? Where the fuck did she learn these tricks? But the female kept going. Trailing one small hand between her thighs, the girl threw her head back and started to rub that stiff clit.
Aw fuck! The pink nub was so huge that it stuck up like a flagpole, two inches tall and begging to be sucked as the brunette moaned and twisted, stroking with soft fingers.
“See Mason?” she breathed, making eye contact as her fingers continued to work. “See how I’m touching the bottom part, rubbing right along here? I’m pretending my fingers are your dick, I want you so much.”
Oh shit, oh shit. Beth was a slut beyond my wildest dreams. A girl with a dirty mind, and yet the body of a creamy, innocent virgin.
I leapt into action then, camera in hand. Pointing the shutter at her cunt, I clicked and clicked and clicked, taking thousands of frames. Aw shit, it was so good. That pinkness, up close and personal. The cream gushing from her hole, her clit trembling as she massaged intimately.
And I didn’t just capture her steaming pussy. I took pictures of every inch of this girl. The giant, heaving tits, nipples glistening under the light. The tiny waist and big ass that writhed this way and that, tempting me.
But mostly, I took pictures of her face. Because Beth was divine, a goddess come to life, moaning and twisting on my couch, touching herself, showing me those precious secrets. The look in her eyes drove me wild, those long-lashed lids heavy with lust. The way her lips parted, blowing kisses my way unconsciously. How her nostrils flared just so, overcome with the scent of delicious cream mixed with jizz.
Because yeah, I was jizzing now. Not full-on spurts, but the drizzle from my tip was non-stop, forming a puddle on the white rug below. Aw shit, aw shit, there was so much pre-cum that it oozed from my glans all the way to the floor, like a leaky firehose that couldn’t be stopped.
“You’re gorgeous, pretty girl,” came my deep rasps as I snapped frame after frame. “So fucking beautiful.”
And she writhed once more, stroking hard along her clit now.
“Then take me Mason,” the girl begged, parting her lips while opening her thighs even wider. “Take me!”
And who was I to say no? Camera dropping from my hands, I was on that sweet form in a flash, dicktip pointed right where it wanted to go.
“You sure, honey?” I growled, breathing the words against her cheek. “You sure? Because once it’s done, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine and mine only, sweetheart.”
I half-expected her to pause and tremble, to hesitate with me so close to her entrance. But instead, Beth did something so dirty and wrong that my dick blasted on its own once I was inside.
She fucked herself onto my pole.
Imagine that.
A sweet virgin needing it so bad that she literally lifted her hips and impaled that sweet pussy on my fat fuckpole, giving it to herself good.
It wasn’t easy. Couldn’t have been because there was a barrier, a spongy, thin shield that ripped almost audibly.
And the girl’s eyes flew wide then, face frozen in shock. But like a pro, Beth carried on. She fucked forwards again, pussy swallowing my huge cock in its entirety, balls to the wall.
“Ohhhh!” came her wail, the female unable to move for a second, split so wide. “Oh Mason!”
And I sprang into action then. One hand wormed between our bodies so that I could stroke her clit as I breached that swollen cunt, unable to believe what had just happened.
“You’re a brave girl,” I rumbled against her lips. “So courageous, so absolutely amazing.”
And it was the words that did it. Because tasting a giant cock for the first time is never easy, especially for someone as small as Beth. But my reassurances did it, and with another sigh, another wail, the girl gave in.
“Mason!” she cried out. “Oh god, unnh!”
And with that, her cunt dissolved. It shook with tremors around me, spasming hard, pulling my cock in deeper. And although I’ve fucked hundreds of women, the feel of this tiny snatch milking me brought me to completion immediately. With a choked roar, my fuckrod spurted, giving it to her good.
“SHIT!” was my enraged roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Because usually, I’m a guy who can last for hours. I can literally fuck pussy up and down and all around, before releasing on command. Yeah, my control is unbelievable, I work like a machine.
But all that went out the window with the innocent virgin. Her pussy was so tight, her responses so natural and sure, that I blasted after just one stroke. After just a few seconds in that sweet snatch, my balls emptied themselves, going high and tight before jerking mightily, spraying that pink with virile male semen.
“Fuck!” I roared again. “Fuck shit fuck!”
And that was it. We ground against one another, my dick penetrating even deeper if possible, as Beth moaned and whimpered, pussy dissolving into spasms all around my fuckrod.
“Yes,” she cried out, breasts pressed against my hard chest. “Yes!”
And damn, but it was exactly what I wanted too. I was supposed to be doing this on a bet, for a contest between a bunch of asshole billionaires. But instead, here I was at the mercy of a virgin, blasting like a teen boy doing his first whore. That’s right. I was the one who was out of control, galloping like a crazed wild stallion on the plains. I was the one spurting into Beth’s sweet, creamy cunt with no abandon, lashing that fertile hole with blast after blast of hot white goop.
Me.
The CEO.
The guy who always gets what he wants.
Oh shit.
Because what happens when the tables are turned?
Had I met my match?
No way.
Beth’s just a girl. A virgin at that.
So what kind of game is this?
&nb
sp; CHAPTER EIGHT
Mason
Two months later …
I pulled into the underground parking garage and switched off the Maserati’s ignition.
“Have you found a nice girl to settle down with yet, Mason?” my mom chirped through the phone. Rhonda sounded happy at the idea. Sadly, I wasn’t surprised to hear the question. My mom’s been at me to start a family for ages. Probably decades now.
Frowning, I opened the car door.
“Why do you say that Ma?” was my answering grunt.
Rhonda was the only person who thought I was easy to read, even from far away. To everybody else, I was a mysterious and powerful CEO, scary and all-knowing, my pockets full of cash. But to Rhonda, I would always be a small boy in pull-ups, throwing spaghetti with a mischievous look.
So I climbed out of my car and activated the lock and alarm.
“You just sound happier these days,” she hummed, and there was the distinct clink of wind chimes in the background. It sounded like she was puttering around in her garden down in Florida. “It makes me happy. I always worry about you being alone up there in New York. You know, big cities can be some of the loneliest places in the world. You need a woman in your life,” she concluded airily.
I frowned again because there was truth in Rhonda’s words. Even though NYC has fifteen million people, somehow we manage not to see one another. We walk on the street, our eyes fixed in the distance. We bump elbows on the subway, but manage to stare into our phones. It’s pretty crazy.
So yeah, even in a city teeming with activity, you can get real lonely. Especially when you’re a guy like me, at the peak of the mountain giving orders. It’s dangerous to have real friends sometimes, the daggers can come from any direction. So yeah, Rhonda’s words were discerning. My mom knew what she was talking about.
But if I’ve told her once, then I’ve told her again. There was no one special right now. Well, there is someone amazing, sweet as a plum who’d given me her cherry to boot. But it’s hard to explain what’s going on. Fuck book? Players Club? Virgin contest? Hell no, Rhonda would punch me in the face if she found out.
So I parried instead.
“No need to worry about me, Mom. Just the same ole same ole, nothing new.”
Striding out of the parking garage, I headed for the elevator up to my condo. It had been a long day of more of the same at the office. Gordon handled most of it but that still left some annoying M&A details to deal with. Sometimes, only the boss’s signature will do, get what I mean?
A couple of the Players Club guys had called me earlier about meeting up at a new strip club in town, but naw, no thanks. I had something better planned for my night.
“I do know you, Mason,” my mom burbled on. “That’s why I’m asking about your life in the big city. I can’t help but worry, especially since you don’t let too many people get close to you. That’s no way to live. Not for a vibrant and handsome man like my boy.”
“Ma,” I began with a deep heave. Damn. Were we gonna have to get into this again? “Like I said, don’t worry.” I hit the button for the penthouse. “Did you get the present I sent?”
And Rhonda laughed delightedly then.
“Yes, I did! Thank you so much for the wind chimes dear, they look and sound lovely. Can you hear them?”
For a moment, there was a melodic tinkle as Rhonda held the receiver towards the noise. And then she was back on.
“See? They’re perfect for the front porch. I can’t wait for you to come down and visit, you’ll see them for yourself.”
I sighed heavily. Seeing Rhonda about twice a year is all I can handle. The woman is sweet, but still, she’s my mom. If she had her way, I’d be living a completely different life with a wife and three kids, parked next door to her bungalow in Florida. So I ducked this time, avoiding answering altogether.
“I’m about to get in the elevator, Mom. The call might drop,” was my warning. And as soon as the doors closed, my thumb hovered above the off button. I know, ruthless. To my own mom too. But it was the only way to get off this call politely. Otherwise, I was gonna have to listen to her jabber for another twenty minutes at least.
But suddenly Rhonda’s voice piped up cheerily once more.
“Oh and Mason, if you decide to come down, you should bring the new girl.”
Full stop. The blood drained out of my face.
“What do you mean?”
But only got silence on the other end. The call had dropped, for real this time. Figures. Stupid Verizon, I was gonna buy that company, they were so shit.
But when the doors opened, my mood turned immediately. Because I have a full-floor apartment, so the elevator opens directly to my living space. And at that moment, an aromatic scent greeted my nose, making my stomach growl hungrily.
“Mason, is that you?” a lilting voice called out.
I grinned. My favorite girl was here, surprise, surprise. Loosening my tie, I called out, “No, it’s his clone coming to rob him of everything. Lock everything up woman! Nothing’s safe with the clone wars coming.”
The shit that came out of my mouth was so corny sometimes, especially when I was around Beth. The brunette brought something out of my soul, turning me into the goofiest motherfucker in New York.
But I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face, even as I turned the corner, coming to a full stop.
Because Beth was so beautiful. Cooking and humming, she moved around the kitchen in a ruffled apron which did nothing to mask those generous curves. That big butt swayed to and fro as she pulled something out of the oven. Her tiny waist was emphasized by the tight tie. And oh shit, those breasts. They swelled, huge and luscious beneath the cloth, my dick jerking involuntarily.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What the hell is happening?
Two months after owning the sweet girl, Beth is practically living with me now. She’s in my kitchen. We share a bathroom, even though there are five in this place. She tumbles into bed with me every night, letting me stroke those sweet curves, making her mine all over again.
What the hell is going on?
And it’s changed Beth too. The girl was flushed with happiness, puttering around the gigantic chef’s kitchen that no one used until now. In fact, her entire being glowed with pleasure, the visage of a woman well-fucked and well-cared for.
“Mmm, baby. Whatever you’re cooking smells good.”
Beth looked over her shoulder at me with a sweet smile.
“Spaghetti Bolognese. It’s my grandma’s recipe, hearty and full.”
“Good,” came my grunt. “With all the sex we’ve been having, I need the calories just to keep up with you sweetheart.”
Beth giggled delightedly, the color in her face going even higher.
“Oh, so it’s me, hmmm? Are you sure about that, big guy? Who was it who wanted it twice before breakfast today? Not once, but twice,” she emphasized with a wagging finger.
And being with her is so good. Because of course, I want that plump body. I can’t get enough, we do it four or five times a day at least. There’ve been countless escapades in my office, in the library, not to mention entire weekends spent in bed, making the girl cream and moan.
So yeah, life is amazing. And to show her just how much I love it, I got into Beth’s space and put my arms around that curvy form from the back. Oh fuck. Her neck smelled delicious so I kissed it, making her giggle and turn, offering her mouth. So good. Soon, her taste had me pushing for more until she was backed up against the counter, the spoon dropping out of her hand to clatter to the floor.
“Oh god, Mason,” she breathed, wanting it as much as me. And like a good little slut, she gyrated a bit, rubbing her tummy against my stiffness. Oh yeah, this girl gets cock for breakfast every day, and yet it’s not enough.
So indulging her needs, I slipped a hand up that skirt and brushed lightly at her bare snatch, tickling a bit. Good girl. Beth never wears panties anymore, giving me full access all the time.
; And with a liquid plunge, I was in. Two fingers deep into that steaming twat, right here at the kitchen counter with the Bolognese sauce simmering away. Mmm. So good. So hot, wet and juicy all the time.
“Unnh!” the girl cried out, tilting her head back, eyes falling closed. “Oh Mason!”
I was getting ready to free the monster for a solid dicking when suddenly her eyes flew open, the big brown pools halfway panicked.
“We have to stop!” she gasped. “I don’t want to burn the food.” Of course, Beth kept her legs spread wide open, sliding her hot twat up and down my fingers even as she spoke.
But I’m a good man.
A moral one.
So with feigned reluctance, I let her go. The brunette’s proud of her cooking and hated to ruin a good meal. Plus, I was starving.
“All right.” Smirking, I pulled my fingers out of her snatch and popped them into my mouth, tasting that honey.
“I’ll go change, big girl. Be back in a flash.” And finishing my pungent snack, I backed away with my arms up in surrender, turning to head into the master.
“When you get back, the food should be ready,” she called, still somewhat preoccupied, eyes dreamy. “Five minutes.”
I nodded, palming my stiffie gently. Fuck. Five minutes? When was I gonna be in that tight little body again? But in the bedroom, I changed into workout sweats and a thin T-shirt. Yeah, no need to impress, I’m a handsome motherfucker even in scummy clothes. Suddenly, the sound of whistling penetrated my brain, making me jerk. Who was that? Where was it coming from?
But then realization dawned. Holy shit. It was me. I was the one whistling like I was in some kind of fairy tale, Hansel and Gretel walking without a care in the woods. What the fuck?
But the mirror on the dresser reflected the satisfied smile on my face.
Shit.
The smile dropped away.
I was so fucked.
Maybe Rhonda was right.
I was exuding happiness all the time, whistling like the Pied Piper for crying out loud.
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