by Falon Stone
Fast Track
Falon Stone
Nix Stone
Contents
Title Page
Eye Candy Handyman Series
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
Also by Falon Stone
Acknowledgments
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Copyright December 1, 2017
Editor Lisa A. Hollett
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Chapter 1
“Yeah, take this cock, baby. You like this dick, don’t you?” I grunt, holding Rose’s arms behind her back and pounding into her over the coffee table. She loves it hard and fast.
“Fuck me, Clive! Is that all you got?” Rose begs over her shoulder, and I thrust into her deeper and faster. “Oh yes, baby, fuck me like that!” the horny bitch cries out as the front door creaks open.
Letting go of the grip I have on her arms, I freeze and look up to find a hot young chick standing in the doorway, staring at us in disbelief. My cock’s buried balls deep in Rose, and she’s pushing back against me, oblivious to why I stopped.
“Don’t stop! I’m so close.”
“What in the hell, Mom!” the woman near the door screeches.
“Shit!” Rose moves quickly, pulling away from me. My dick’s standing at attention, sad and wet. “You can’t knock?”
I look between the two women, wondering how there are two hot chicks in the room and knowing I’m not getting an orgasm from either one of them now.
“Well, I didn’t expect to walk in and find some dude having sex with my mother in the living room.” The girl is yanking on the ends of her hair, frustrated and exasperated.
I’m still frozen, my jaw hanging wide open with my cock pointing straight at Rose’s daughter, not knowing what to say or do. My cock is telling me to ask her to join us, but Rose’s actions are saying something far different as she throws my pants at me. It wouldn’t be the first time I banged a mother-daughter combo.
Being in the porn industry as long as I was, nothing was off-limits. I’d done everything under the sun on film. Little people, BDSM, ménages, gang bangs, anal, and just about any taboo shit you could think of, really. The more taboo the film, the better the pay.
“Just don’t stand there. Put your goddamn pants on.” Rose’s glaring at me, her eyes wandering to my dick as she gets dressed. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.” Her cheeks are aflame with mortification.
Rose’s daughter is staring at my cock in amazement as I fumble to get my jeans on. My dick is a solid ten inches, and based on the wowed expression on her daughter’s face, she hasn’t seen one this big in real life.
“Well, this is kinda awkward,” I say, trying to stuff my hard cock into my jeans and not finding it easy in my present state.
“You can say that again,” the girl says, shutting the door and walking into the room. “Mom, I told you last week that spring break was starting, and I would be home.”
“I know, I know. You weren’t very clear on what day you’d be coming home. I thought you would at least call on your way.” She buries her face in her hands.
“I did, and you didn’t answer. Looks like you were a little too busy to answer the phone.” She walks past the couch on her way out of the room but glances at my dick as I finally jam the head into the too-tight denim.
I turn to Rose and crack a smile, wondering if I can take some of the awkwardness out of the situation. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Rose was too young to have a kid in college. Her body is rockin’ and not a stretch mark to be found. I knew she was in her forties, but damn it, it never clicked because I was too busy trying to get into her pants to even give it any thought. I wasn’t interested in her life story. I had one thing in mind: getting off.
“It hasn’t come up. She lives on campus.”
It’s not a topic I even bothered to ask about. I’d been working here for a week, and we’ve been banging for the last three days. Somehow, Rose found out about my past and wanted to see if I was everything she saw on film. One taste and she was gone. Yesterday and today, I barely walked through the front door before her hands were on my zipper, reaching for my cock.
“As tight as your body is and as young as you look, I never would’ve guessed you had a daughter, let alone one who’s in college.”
Rose’s cheeks pinken at the compliment, but it’s sincere. “Well, I do, and she just walked in on me getting drilled from behind. Un-fucking-believable.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Eh, don’t worry about it. She’ll get over it…someday.”
Rose grabs my hand and leads me into the kitchen. “Honey, this is Clive. Clive, this is Tara.”
Tara is bent over looking for something to eat in the fridge, and all I can do is stare at her luscious thighs leading up to her too-short shorts that leave little to the imagination. “Hey.”
She purses her lips and rolls her eyes. “I’d say it was a pleasure, but clearly, it was for my mother.”
I rub the back of my neck, feeling bad for Rose. I couldn’t care less what the kid thinks about me. She’ll probably have more than one nightmare where she relives the scene that just played out in the other room. “Sorry about that.”
Tara turns back toward the fridge, scanning the interior before slamming it shut. “Mom, there isn’t anything to eat in here. Can you please go to the grocery store? I’m going to starve to death.”
Dramatic much? That’s the problem with millennials. They’re all about themselves. Often, they’re even selfish lovers because everything, including orgasms, revolves around them.
“Yes, honey. Make me a list, and I’ll go change my clothes. Clive has some work to get back to.”
“Is that what you call it? Work? I guess that would make sense. He was really working you over pretty good, Mom,” Tara says with a disgusted look on her face. Not too disgusted as she keeps checking out my body, concentrating on my abs.
The only thing I know for sure is that Tara is a spoiled brat who needs a hard cock jammed in her mouth to shut her
whiny ass up. She treats her mom like shit, and Rose, because she’s nice, jumps to attention and apologizes for shit she doesn’t need to be apologizing for.
“Um, no. That’s not what I mean. He works for Eye Candy Handyman and is doing some work around the house.”
“He isn’t even your boyfriend? For Christ’s sake, Mom. You’re screwing the help? Wow.” Tara’s mouth widens, and again, I can’t help but think of shoving my cock in it to shut her up. I’ve got more than a mouthful for her.
“It isn’t any of your business who I’m screwing. I’m just sorry you had to walk in on it. I don’t tell you who you can screw or not screw. So, shut it.”
“So, I’m going to go back to work,” I say and make my way out of the kitchen. I can’t take the screechy voices and petty comments from Ms. Tara, aka Cuntzilla.
“Whatever, Mom. Where’s a piece of paper?”
“In the drawer next to the stove,” Rose tells her, following me to the lanai.
“I’m sorry,” Rose apologizes as soon as we step foot outside.
“Don’t apologize, Rose. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I grab my paint roller and start applying a sealant to the pool deck.
Her hand grazes my shoulder. “Tara can be a bit much. I’ll be back in a bit. Just ignore her, and everything will be okay.”
“I will. Is Tara going to be here?” I grunt. I really don’t want to deal with her smart mouth.
“Yes, she isn’t going anywhere. If she does, you can stay if you like, or you can call it a day and come back tomorrow. I totally forgot she was going to be here for the next week or so.”
“No worries. If you’d like, I can finish up this deck and come back in a week when she heads back to school. I don’t want to get in the way.”
With a shake of her head, Rose says, “Don’t worry about it. She’ll probably be out late partying with her friends and sleeping most of the day anyway.”
“Okay,” I say, giving her a chin lift as she heads back toward the sliding glass doors that lead into the house.
I continue with applying the sealant when something catches my eye through the window. Tara’s changing into a bikini. I should look away. I’m being a douche by not looking away and getting the job done. But fuck, she’s seen my cock. I’ve never been one to shy away from a great rack. My cock tingles at the sight of her tits as she supports them with her arm, and my cock starts to grow hard again. Fuck.
She doesn’t notice I’m watching, or doesn’t care, as she puts on her bikini top and disappears from the room. This may be the longest work day I’ve had in a while. Not only did I not get to come, but now some hot, young thing is going to be prancing around half naked in front of me, teasing the fuck outta my cock. No one said this line of work would be easy, but I never expected to have blue balls from it either.
“How long are you going to be on this deck?” she asks, standing there, one hand on her hip, the other twirling her long, blond hair.
I stop rolling the sealant, leaning against the long pole of my roller, and execute a once-over of Tara. “Maybe an hour or two and then it’ll need time to dry.”
“I wanted to catch some rays. I guess I can do that in the pool.”
“Have at it. Don’t mind me.”
She pulls a float out of the storage closet and throws it in the pool before jumping in. Climbing onto the float, she turns over onto her stomach and reaches behind her back, pulling on the bikini top straps, releasing them as they fall to her sides.
I’m standing there with a full hard-on, staring at Tara’s young, firm ass, needing the release I wasn’t able to achieve earlier before being interrupted. The rays of the sun are scorching my skin as beads of sweat trickle down my brow.
“So, what college are you attending?” I ask, trying to make small talk. I need to get my mind off her ass and my dick.
“The U.” She turns over, trying to hold her top with one hand, but it’s not good enough. One of her breasts escapes, and she cracks a sheepish smile.
Sweet Jesus. Talk about a cock tease. Tall, long, blond hair, tight, tiny ass, and full C-cup tits. She reminds me of the young chicks trying to start out in the porn business.
“You look familiar,” she says, turning back onto her stomach and pulling her bikini top off, tossing it in the water. “Where would I know you from?” Her brow raises as she stares at me.
There’s always this weird moment. Women and men know they recognize me, and they rack their brains trying to figure out where they’ve seen my face before. It takes them a little while to place my face, because that wasn’t the part of my body that made me the most money and gave me the most fame.
There are a lot of guys in porn with big cocks, but I got into the business before it became more mainstream. There are thousands, hell, probably millions of people who have seen my cock around the world. There are still old VHS tapes floating around from when I started in the industry during my freshman year in college.
The internet changed everything. Anyone can make porn and upload their attempt online and call themselves a “porn star.” What they don’t understand is that there’s more to porn than just fucking on cue. Every male in the country has a dick, and a majority know how to use it, but in order to give the viewer the best experience, the person has to be an actor too. Most women who watch my videos want a piece of the action and to take a ride on my cock to see if it’s as remarkable as it seems on film.
“I don’t know, kid. Maybe you’ve seen my face on an ad for my company.” Chaz and Hunter were adamant about putting my face on every new ad. I didn’t think it was a good idea in case someone recognized me, but they were banking on that possibility to bring in more business.
“You want to take a dip?” Tara asks, running her hand through the water and trying to tempt me.
“I’m good.” Even though the sun is beating down, scorching my skin, there is no way I am getting in that pool with Tara. I didn’t like her shitty attitude earlier. But more than that, I kinda like Rose, and she’s a good fuck. She has a nice pussy, one that isn’t worn out like most of the chicks in the porn business. If I didn’t care about Rose or my job, I’d fuck the brat silly and leave her in the dust. I’d ruin her, but I can’t risk possibly hurting the relationship Rose and her daughter have in the process.
Rolling onto her back, she fully exposes her perky, water-covered breasts. “Your loss.” She smirks, running a finger between the valley of her tits.
I shake my head, willing my cock to stand down. It’s my time to go, and I pack up my shit and head for the door without another word.
I’m not going to engage with that brat, and I’m not into getting involved in a mother-daughter relationship that seems like it’s on the verge of implosion after today’s fiasco. What I do know is I can’t stay here any longer. My cock won’t allow it and will eventually take over all rational thought, getting my ass in more trouble than those tits will ever be worth, even if it would be fun to fuck them and blow my load all over them.
Chapter 2
I’m just stepping out of the shower when there’s knock on my door. I towel off and think about putting on some pants, but when the light rap on the door turns to outright pounding, I wrap the towel around me as I walk to answer it.
Opening the door, I’m shocked to find Rose, soaking wet from the rain, on the other side.
“Rose?” I can’t hide my confusion because I know I never gave her my address, and it’s not listed either.
She touches my chest with a single finger, pushing me backward into the house. “Where did you run off to?”
I glance down at where our bodies meet, still in shock to see her at my place, and move away from her slowly, but she follows. “I was done for the day.” I take another step, and so does she. “Can I help you with something?”
I’m trying to be a gentleman. I’ve had my dick in her a handful of times over the last few days, but we certainly did not move into the “Hey, stop by my place sometime” arrangement. Any
thoughts of going there with her vanished as soon as I opened the door.
She removes her finger from my chest, and for a moment, I think she’s going to apologize and leave. “We didn’t finish earlier.” She licks her lips and starts to pull off her T-shirt that’s clinging to her chest like a second skin.
As soon as the material is over her head, I place my hands on her shoulders and keep her at arm’s length. “Rose…” My voice trails off when I see the panic in her eyes. She knows what I’m about to say as she stands before me half naked.
She blinks slowly, batting her eyelashes. “Come on, Clive.”
“I think you should go.” My head jerks back when she places her finger, the same one that poked me in the chest, over my lips.
“Shh, baby. Let me please you,” she says, dragging her index finger down my lip before tracing the bottom edge with her nail, stabbing me with it in the process.
I have two options: toss her out on her ass, or get some head and then kick her out. I think about it for about two seconds before I speak. “I’ll let you suck my cock.”
She drops to her knees and pulls the towel from my hips before peering up at me with hungry eyes. “Don’t you want to taste me?”
“I want you to wrap your eager lips around my dick and make me come.” I place my hand on the back of her head and guide her mouth toward my waiting and already hardening cock. “You came to me, not the other way around,” I remind her. I almost cringe because I know I sound like an asshole, but I don’t want her to think she can just show up anytime for service.
I may be her handyman, but in no way, shape, or form am I her boyfriend. If she’s going to come knockin’, she’s going to be the one giving me something and leaving empty-handed.
