CHAPTER TWO
Trent
The brunette was gorgeous, standing in the bar alone, nervously biting her lip as she looked around for her friend. I’d watched, amused, as one guy after another approached her, trying to strike up a conversation, get her interested. But she was curiously aloof, smiling politely but not really responding, making her excuses.
And I was intrigued for sure. Most women that beautiful are practiced when it comes to guys, experience has taught them how to handle men, and they’re able to keep three guys eating out of each palm, juggling the males like masters. But this woman was different. Despite having the looks of a Venus de Milo, curvy, sexy, with a generous rack and even more generous ass, she looked uncomfortable, like the parade of eager suitors made her uncomfortable, she wasn’t sure what to do with them. And I watched, amused, as she talked a little to each one before sending them on their way, craning her head to look for her friend all the while.
And the brunette was doing okay until that one guy came along. Santa Claus was so overweight that his gut leaked over his belt, protruding like a huge beach ball. But the red-faced man didn’t care, he was stuck on himself for reasons unknown, flashing a gold pinky ring as he chatted her up. And I saw the brunette shake her head, desperately looking around for her friend now, trying to make her excuses, but the fat man just wouldn’t let up. But it all went to shit when he touched her. A big meaty paw landed on the brunette’s ass and she jumped, eyes wide and shocked, trying to create some space between them. But the bar was packed and there was simply no place to go.
So I dove in for the rescue.
“Hey,” I ground out, “Found you. Let’s get a drink,” I said, my tone brooking no question as to whom this woman belonged to.
And sure enough, the lesser man backed off, making his excuses, waddling off as fast as he could, making waves in the crowd as he bumped and pushed. But the woman shot me a glance gratefully.
“Thanks,” she murmured, “I really appreciate it, I’m not used to crowds like this.”
My eyebrow quirked. It was more than the crowds, this female was gorgeous and had no idea, flustered by the way men kept approaching her over and over again. And I could see why. Close up, she was even more beautiful than I’d previously thought. Big brown eyes looked up at me, so warm they could melt chocolate, set with a pert, dainty nose and full, plush lips. Oh god, those lips, what they could do to a man, how they’d feel all over my body.
But I shook myself, forcing the dirty train of thought to stop. Fuck, I’d come to rescue the woman and instead I was acting like a grunting caveman, ready to claim her for myself. Down boy, down. So I took a deep breath and laughed nonchalantly, instead making casual conversation with her, easy banter. And she was so responsive, her eyes melting into mine, her breathy laughs coming easy even as I shocked and titillated her.
“That there’s a working girl,” I nodded to the woman who’d staked out a corner of the bar.
Marie’s innocence was incredibly charming, those cheeks flushing as she looked.
“No really?” she gasped. But I nodded authoritatively. I knew for sure because the woman had propositioned me already tonight, she was making her rounds of the Boom Room, and as one of the few attractive guys here, she’d come to me first in the hopes of making her night a little easier.
“Yeah,” I rumbled, leaning in close to her. “For sure.”
And it was fun, watching with the little lady as we observed the scenario unfold. Because sure enough, our working girl found herself a john, joining him upstairs, and Marie turned to me again, eyes wide, still disbelieving.
“It’s true, isn’t it?” she murmured quietly. “I never would have guessed, she looked so normal.”
And I laughed because the best working girls aren’t those that look like models or actresses, they tend to look like the girl next door, attractive but not movie-star beautiful, more Good Housekeeping than Vogue. But they’re experts at reading men, at intuiting what a man wants, what a man needs, that’s what nets them the big bucks.
But right now, this woman was what I needed. There was something about Marie, her indecision, a little lost, new to it all, and I wanted to show her the world. I wanted to see where we could go, how that curvy body would feel against mine, wrapped around me, her warmth soft and oh so sweet. So I kissed her gently, right there in the bar, our breath mingling, and sure enough, the woman gave it up, pressing her body into mine.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes.”
And that was enough. I took her hand and led her to my room for a night of loving … determined to ravage that female form and best the best she’d ever had.
CHAPTER THREE
Marie
Oh god, I was here in a plush suite of the Four Seasons, I was with a strange man in his hotel room and instead of feeling threatened or scared, I merely felt excited, delirious almost in anticipation of what was going to happen. Because I wanted it. I wanted Trent to reawaken my body, to make me into a woman once more, desirable, harboring a man within myself, making me feel good, whole and sensual once more.
And as soon as the door closed, he was on me, mouth possessive, demanding, yet so sweet on mine.
“Open,” he commanded. “Open for Daddy.”
I giggled a little. Daddy? Here in the hotel suite, I could see that he was younger than I previously thought, maybe in his thirties. Being thirty-nine myself, Trent was hardly daddy material. Maybe I could be his mommy instead.
But then a big hand slipped through my thighs and I gasped, eyes flying open, tingles running sensuously through my cunt, my most private place moistening.
“Oh!” I gasped, breasts heaving. God, it’d been so long since a man touched me there, anything other than my hand or a piece of plastic. So to feel male fingers stroking me softly, petting, patting, before settling into a delicious rub made my mind whirl, my knees go week. “Oh Trent!” I breathed into his ear.
And the big male growled, holding my close.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” he said. “Let me make you feel good.”
I gave into the tidal wave of sensations then, the delectable tingle in my cunt, the delicate beat of arousal between my legs becoming a hammering pulse. I absolutely folded, lost to the sensations.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes, Trent, fuck me, fuck me.”
The rhythm of our lovemaking changed with the words, my surrender complete. What had previously been sweet, sensual, a slow exploration became hard, hot, heavy with a filthy edge … and I loved it.
His hands roamed over my breasts, grabbing the sweet flesh, squeezing hard, twisting and pulling at my nipples. “Oh!” I squealed, “oh!” And the big man chuckled darkly, eyes gleaming as he took in my uninhibited reaction.
“Off,” he commanded. “Get naked baby girl, Daddy wants to see.”
I giggled, cunt steaming, nipples hard as tacks, so aroused, so wet already. Because how long had it been since someone called me baby girl? And “Daddy”? But oh yeah, Daddy he was, so commanding, so dominant.
So with tentative hands, I pulled my sweater over my head, shaking my brown curls free in the process. It’d been so long since I was naked before a man, and my hands were slow, shaking a little. But Trent made me feel so desirable, beautiful and absolutely fuckable, and oh, but I wanted it. Because the man growled, his blue gaze never leaving me as he devoured me with his eyes.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” he rasped, eyes roaming the sweet hillocks of my tits. “Off,” he commanded again.
And with trembling hands, I reached in back to unsnap my bra, slowly stroking the lacy straps off my arms, the demi bra falling away to reveal my girls. They were huge, white, absolutely enormous, I’d breastfed my son years ago and they’d never gone down since, retaining that filled-with-milk look, creamy and nutritious.
And oh god, but the alpha had his dick out now and was stroking it, that hard shaft pointing straight at me, tip dripping with lust. I hadn’t seen a man’s penis
in real life for so long, and it made me gasp, shivers running down my spine, my cunt moistening instinctively, beginning to gush. Ten inches, stiff as a metal bar, and the only thing I could think about was how it would taste, how it’d feel in my sweet pussy, my folds cushioning his iron rod, the hardness pushed deep in my soft flesh. Oh god, oh god. His pre-cum seeped heavily from his dicktip, shiny and wet, the big man’s hand making soft sucking sounds as it moved up and down that hard shaft.
“Fuck, baby girl, fuck,” he rasped again, fingers pulling off his penis with an audible pop. And I moaned a bit, legs parting instinctively, ready for penetration now. But I wasn’t done yet. Standing once more, I slowly slid the cocktail dress down my body, wiggling a little to get them over my hips, the crushed velvet dragging against my skin. Because yeah, I’m a big girl and clothes are never easy to get on or off, but I didn’t regret wearing the dress for one instant, the way Trent gazed at the miles of steamy flesh exposed, how he ate me up. The man rumbled again, dark streaks on his face as he continued stroking himself, his dick literally dripping now like a leaky faucet, sperm pooling on the floor.
“You need a napkin?” I giggled gently, eyeing his body. “Or you want me to clean that up for you?” The cock jerked at my words, at my intimation that I’d happily lick that fuckpole clean for him. But Trent remained rock steady, eyes intense, merely grunting again.
“Panties. Off.”
And with that, I laughed throatily, wiggling my hips once more. Because I knew how to do this. Slowly, I walked over to the bed, climbing on top of the huge white comforter and positioned myself on my hands and knees, ass high up in the air, lush and white. Wiggling and jiggling a bit, I turned to look over my shoulder at him, humping my ass cheeks up and down, baiting him with my butt.
“Daddy want to see what’s underneath?” I murmured throatily, meeting his eyes over a slim shoulder. “Daddy want to see?”
The man didn’t answer but his iron shaft nodded yes, bobbing up and down like it was talking to me. And so with another giggle, another sweet laugh, I lowered my shoulders to the mattress, balancing carefully, pressing my cheek against a pillow and slowly reached back, edging my panties over that luscious white ass, revealing my cheeks, my big behind, and finally that steaming, hot pussy, my moist slit. Wiggling a bit, I maneuvered the panties down my knees and off my feet, tossing them into a corner, uncaring where they landed. Oh god, how had I become such a wanton whore? I was Marie, single mom, repressed and shy, and yet now I was acting like such a slut, ready for this man in every part of my body, hot, moist, and so eager. I loved it, I loved this new side of myself, it was like a phoenix had risen from the ashes, a transformed me.
And rolling with the delicious naughtiness, I met his eyes over my shoulder once more, still wiggling deliciously, making my ass jiggle.
“Come and kiss?” I murmured, coyly meeting his eyes, the soft folds of my pussy glistening and pink. “Kiss my pussy?”
But the man wasn’t having it.
“You’re beautiful baby,” he growled, eyes never leaving that moist slit, hand still glued to his cock, going like a motor. “But I want to see more. Spread, baby, spread it,” he commanded, so alpha, chest and abs tight as he stroked himself, entire body hard. Because somehow during my strip tease, he’d lost all his clothes too, the man in full glory before me, tanned and toned, bronze skin, all of it bare, exciting, and rock hard ready for me.
And I could do nothing but obey. The alpha had commanded and I had to respond, my limbs were already moving. So I murmured, “Yes Daddy,” and reaching back once more, I put a hand on each buttcheek and pulled them apart, opening myself so that everything was revealed, absolutely everything from my hotly dripping slit to the brown pucker like an exclamation at the top. And oh god, I was so wet that a small bead formed at my hole, slowly sliding down my lips before dropping off onto the bedspread and leaving a wet spot, evidence of my desire.
But Trent wasn’t done yet. Despite the fact that I was crouched on the bed, nude, holding my ass open for him, displaying everything, he hadn’t had enough. The big man was depraved, wanting even more, and he seized my eyes, commanding, “Open yourself. All the way, baby, pull your pussy open for me.”
I gasped. Oh god, really? He wanted to see so deep, this wasn’t enough? But I couldn’t say no, there was something about Trent so charismatic, so amazing. I had to go with the pulsing flow of my body, what he did to me, so mesmerizing and arousing. So spreading my knees even more, I reached even further back until my fingers caressed my labia. And with gentle, delicate touches, I pulled apart my pussy lips, the soft flesh opening slowly, revealing my hole, the deep pink insides, glistening and moist, the crevice where his dick would go, small yet pulsing, ready for his invasion.
“Kiss my cunt now,” I begged. “Please.”
And this time, the man was on me in an instant, his big form across the room in a flash.
“Fuck yeah,” he muttered before diving in, pressing his mouth to my asshole for a quick swipe before running the flat of his tongue all the way from clit to anus, tasting everything I had to give. I cried out, bucking with ecstasy, eyes squeezed shut as he tongued my dripping slit. Oh fuck, he knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, lick, and his talented tongue left me gasping.
“Unnnph!” I cried out again as he ran up one side of my labia, then the other, scooping up the sweet nectar, sampling my personal ambrosia. Touching my vaginal hole, slowly he edged it inside until he was fucking my pussy with his mouth, spearing his tongue in and out, making me tremble wildly, knees shaky, cunt pulsing with each delicious entry and exit.
“Fuck you taste good,” he muttered against my flesh, female cream pouring down his throat, I was seeping fluid like an overflowing hose. “Fuck, fuck.”
But the man wasn’t done yet. Because he wanted more than just pussy, he wanted ass. As he tongued my sweet snatch, playing with my clit, biting, nipping gently, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, one hand went up to my asshole, slowly tracing over the tight pucker.
“Oh!” I shrieked. Oh god, what was happening? Things were spiraling out of control, sinking into a deep vortex, my body no longer mine. Because I wanted it, I wanted to give myself into the unknown, to give my body to this stranger, let him use me. Even if it meant ass play, even if it meant taking an unknown cock in my anus, yes, I wanted it. I was gone to the ecstasy, the allure of the incredible. So I moaned throatily, burying my head in the pillow, brain foggy as he stroked my tight pleats, finger rubbing sensuously before gently breaching the little pucker. Gasping, I rose up then, big boobs dragging on the coverlet, squealing as he pushed inside slowly, worming that digit in.
“Fuuuuck,” I shrieked, body on fire, pussy pulsing with lust, the drip between my thighs becoming a stream. “Fuuuck!”
And the big man just laughed throatily behind me, big body thrumming, finger increasing its pressure on my ass. And fuck, but with a slight pop, my tight ring gave in and that digit was up my anus then, my cheeks so tight around him, the dry, sensuous slide so good.
“Oh!” I shrieked breathily, anus twitching reflexively. I loved it, I loved the taboo aspect, how I currently had a stranger’s finger buried in my butt, nude on all fours in a hotel suite. It was so wrong, such a departure from the usual me, but it was so good, and my pussy creamed lustily, my entire body loosening and stiffening then, readying myself for a grand finale.
Because Trent wasn’t done yet. He twisted his finger a bit, letting me adjust, stretching my anal hole, letting it adjust to the invasion. And then he pushed again, breaching that tight pucker, going deeper and deeper until finally, he was completely buried, the entire digit rooted deep within my asshole. I screamed, I shrieked, loving it, welcoming him, the penetration, the nastiness. And the big man sat back for a moment, finger still up my butt.
“You like that, baby girl?” he rasped harshly, taking in the scene, my huge white ass cheeks bisected by his hand, wiggling his digit to make me shake and wail once more. “Y
ou like having Daddy’s finger in your bottom hole? Does my dirty little girl like Daddy’s finger up her butt?”
But I couldn’t answer because I was mindless with lust. My cunt pulsed madly, dripping, cream gushing from my pussy in waves, I was so turned on. And oh god, my ass. Even the smallest jostle, the smallest twitch of his digit made my anus clench, the penetration so good, so fucking dirty that I thought I might lose it right there, I might fucking come from just his finger.
But the man wasn’t letting me get off so easy.
“No honey,” he said, slowly pulling back, the slide in my pucker making me squeal. “You’re getting Daddy’s dick in your ass, it’s not just finger.”
And I screamed then. No, no I couldn’t possibly. Because looking through the vee of my spread legs, I caught glimpses of his dick jutting from his waist, and I just couldn’t. That thing was even bigger up close. Ten inches at least, deep purple with veins on both the top and bottom, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. And oh god, but it was leaking hard, the cum so copious, slick and wet, dripping like a faucet.
But a delicious realization crept over me, a tingling awareness, and I knew, just knew that the alpha male wasn’t going to take no. He was going to own me his way no matter what, and my only option was to make the best of it, prepare my body as best I could. So I took a deep breath and craned my head to meet his gaze, my eyes deep brown warm, soft, melty.
“Please,” I panted, pleading. “Go slow, okay? You’re so huge, and I … I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
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