by Romi Hart
“It’s me. Renee, remember? Maya has gone home. So stop trying to harass her!”
“My dear, I’m not here to harass her. I came, once again, to apologize for what I said.”
“Yeah right!”
“I just don’t understand why you have such hatred in your heart for a man you hardly know. Am I not a victim like you? If I prick do I not bleed?”
“You are a prick!”
I laugh…and watch in amusement as she puts her hands on her hips and raises her head in warning.
“What’s so funny?”
“You know, I admire your convictions. You really are a fighter. I respect your…”
She raises her brow.
“Your SASS.”
Finally she smiles back. “Well, a girl has to have sass nowadays to put up with some of you men!”
“No argument there.”
“You’re smiling though!” she says, still disciplining me as all feminists seem to want to do. “But I totally meant what I said. It’s not funny.”
“I know. Tell you what, let me take you out for a drink.”
I point to my limo across the street and grin.
“Well…” She flinches, definitely aware of my power. Not just the money, of course, but the presence, the confidence of what money buys.
“Come on, just a drink. Not even fifteen minutes. Free limo ride, free coffee. A chat with Zander Troy that you can tell to your grandchildren someday.”
She smiles slightly. “Okay…but I can’t stay long. I have to get home.”
“Of course,” I say with a smirk.
No, Renee, my dear. What’s FUNNY is that I’m going to be fucking your brains out all night. And you don’t know it right now…but you can’t resist me. And you’re going to be rolling over in bed, covered in sweat, wondering what’s wrong with you.
* * *
“My God…” she says, eyeing my mansion and at a complete loss. My chauffeur took us home and we had a decent, kind chat about ethics, women’s rights, and tact. All of which I admit, I DO need to work on.
And now, all Renee can do is look on in awe at my toys, the wonderful things I own, my paradise that protects me from the judgments of decent people. At this point, the only believable thing she has left to say is I hate you because you’re a rich bastard!
And I sure can’t argue with that sentiment. Who doesn’t want to be rich?
I look at her…the same way I’ve been looking at her ever since she first stepped into my car. I let her FEEL my attraction. I meet her eyes viciously, dominantly. I have no patience for these games. I’m calling her bluff. I’m pointing to the elephant-in-the-room feeling we both have right now…
Namely that I want to fuck her. And I’ve wanted to fuck her all night. And she was too weak to resist that ride, that innocent little drink.
“Well…I guess I should get home now.” She stares at me in weakness. Her flesh tingling, a wonderfully cute pink hue. She’s breathless in my presence. After realizing that I don’t actually hate women, but just LOVE pleasing women, she’s completely lost her motivation. She doesn’t know what she fights for. She doesn’t remember why she hates me.
“No,” I say with strong focus. “You owe me something.”
“What?!” she bellows, her heart rate increasing and her eyes going feral. “I don’t owe you anything!”
“You owe me honesty,” I reply, moving closer to her and letting her feel my magnetism. “Tell me what you feel right now.”
“I-”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She shakes her head…but can’t get the words out.
I kiss her passionately, our lips wrestling in the cool night’s breeze.
She lets me kiss her…and kisses me back. She inhales my scent and my taste, not fighting…putting her hand on my face.
Finally she sighs and breaks the embrace apart.
“You want to slap me?” I say in an edgy voice.
She squints and slaps me hard across the face.
We lunge into each other’s arms and kiss again, this time with more fervor, more venom. Her lips are not enough. I crave her neck…I sink my lips down and tickle her ears, her face and chin, all the way to her shoulders.
I love the sound of her throaty voice. She’s in shock that she’s this turned on. By such a repulsive man! I caress her upper chest with my lips, tasting her succulence, drunk off her fumes of passion.
She can’t even form a sentence. She sighs and moans. The most she gets out is an “Uhhhh!” as if she’s offended that I’m such a horny son of a bitch. But she won’t stop me. She won’t stop me from taking what I want. She won’t stop her own body from craving it either.
“Ohh, God,” she sighs as I began rubbing my face between her taut breasts. “What are we doing?”
“Is this what you were thinking about?” I whisper in her ear, lifting her white blouse. “Zander Troy taking you home and fucking you?”
“Uhhhh…” she sighs, turned on at the mention of my name, letting me touch her warm breasts while sucking on her neck.
“You have a type? Rich, hot, famous assholes? Huh?”
“I like nice men!” she corrects me, as I make her go glassy-eyed with a sudden jerk. I force her hands to my hard cock, my raging ten-inch cock which just seems to keep growing. “Ohhhh…you’re really big…”
“Really big for you, Renee.”
“Don’t use my name,” she sighs. “I don’t matter to you.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because!” she says, cooing softly as I fondle her hard nipples under her shirt. “Aahhh…this is so out of character for me. You are so not my type. And this is not happening…”
I pull her blouse down and find her sexy red bra.
“Aahhhh…” she bites her lip. “And I will never admit this to anybody. Don’t use my name…”
“But keep fucking you?” I say pulling her cup down so I can see her big, erect nipple.
“Mmmmm…” she says as I kiss my way down to her pinkness. “Ahhh…don’t you dare tell anyone.”
“I can keep a secret…if you can keep your voice down.”
I suck on her hard nipple and shove her against the wall of my front house. She’s ashamed of herself, but the shame feels so good. The surprise of it all, the sin, the betrayal of everything she thought she stood for.
I am insatiable for her body…I pull her blouse down so far I rip it, giving her a nice shriek. She can’t even object because she hasn’t been this close to a screaming orgasm in a long time. I can feel her yearning.
I pull her bra down, exposing both of her breasts and nipples. Right on my front fucking door step. A thought not lost on her, since she looks around in disbelief. Neither of us could even control ourselves long enough to enter the front door.
And why stop now? I love the novelty of making a woman come in the same place as I get Mormons lecturing me about heaven and hell.
I kneel down so that I can kiss and lick her sexy belly. I pull down her skirt just a little bit, just so I can see if she’s shaved or all natural. I unleash my fiery tongue all over her tummy, dangerously close to that center of throbbing.
“Ohhhh my God, Zander…”
I squeeze her nipples tightly as I lick her belly button piercing. Sexy as hell…Renee is a wild one, all right. Ready for sex anytime, anywhere!
“Aaaahhh!” she screams, embarrassed that I’m giving her a breast orgasm without even gasping yet. “Wait…let’s go inside.”
“Who invited you inside?” I tease her.
“Asshole! Don’t be an asshole right now!”
“Why? You want me to stop?”
“If you’re going to be a prick, then yes—!”
But before she can finish her bitchy sentence she’s silenced. Her jaw drops and her eyes go blank as I tear my shirt off with just one pull. An expensive shirt, which I sure as hell can afford to replace. I stare her down as she checks out my uncovered chest and ab
domen. Rock solid, the result of obsessive hours at the gym, working off stress and ruminating thoughts at all hours of the night. God, I can’t even sleep lately…all I do is fuck and lift weights in between long boring meetings with CEOs.
But maybe it’s a dick move to complain about my life.
She puts her hands on my chest and kisses me. She rubs me down, feeling just a tickle of hair in the middle. I can’t even say her name but her hands know my nipples so intimately.
I kiss her with passion again, this time putting my hand on the back of her head. As I let go of the kiss, I let my hand slide over her mouth, cautioning her to be quiet.
“Ohhhh my God…” she sighs, as I guide her hands down to my pants. I hold her wrist in place and with my other hand, I unzip my pants, eager for her to feel my cock.
“Feel that?”
“So big…” she moans, struggling to look me in the eye.
“Stroke it.”
“Uh huh…” she says, obeying me like a good slave girl. She strokes my cock, using my precum to get it all soft and smooth.
“Does this turn you on? Knowing you’re fucking royalty?”
“Uhhhh…” she says, stroking my cock with one hand and reaching for her skirt with the other. She’s too horny to even spar with me anymore. She just wants the emptiness in her life filled. To the max!
I put my hand on her warm pubic mound as I block her hand away. I want this privilege myself. I want to pull her panties down and let her feel that unmistakable moment of submission.
Her body quivers as I slowly pull her matching red panties down to her thighs. Shaved pussy, very professional, very sexy. She doesn’t get laid much but she always prepares in case she wins the lottery.
I ignore her rapid breathing in spite as I grab her body and move her into standing position. Shoving her against the wall I take my cock in hand and find her slit.
“Ohhh God, what are we doing?” she says frantically.
“You’re going to get wet for me. And take my cock. My whole cock. Understand?”
“Y-e-s!” she says in short scattered breaths.
I wince at the sheer joy of Renee’s soft, wet pussy. Not exactly tight, but very warm and accommodating. She longs for me. She wants to feel my full length. Spreading her legs apart, she lets me enter her.
“Ohhh God! Ohhh fuck!” she says, not quite believing how heavenly a monster dick feels in real life. Poor pussy, only had seven inchers her whole life. That’s such a sad story. “Ohhhohohoho my God, you’re huge!”
“Take it all!”
“Ohh God, I can’t!”
“You can if you believe in yourself.”
She laughs hard, which only fulfills its purpose, making her body convulse and her legs spread farther apart.
“Ohhh boy…oh boyyy, it’s really going in there…”
“Take it all. You’ll never have a cock this big again.”
“Uhhhh,” she grunts in between smiling at me in disbelief.
Only I can manage to be such a dick, while having such a dick!
“There you go…now start counting backwards, honey.”
I start thrusting into Renee, putting my full girth inside of her, pulling out and then firing back in. My pelvis rocks back and forth as my body plunges in balls deep.
My hands grab her wrists and smack them roughly against the wall.
She screams…but it only maker her wetter. She floods my dick good while I continue hard pounding her.
Renee can’t help but notice the limo is still parked in the same position. A sense of dreadful embarrassment comes over her face.
I nibble on her neck while holding her hands above her head. I can tell she’s looking out…wondering if the chauffeur is watching. Wondering why she’s too boiling hot to care anymore. Wondering how any sane woman could ever do this.
I keep my rhythm strong and consistent, letting the poor girl unleash a good pent up orgasm. She wiggles around, still unable to move, panting right into my ear.
“It was really nice meeting you,” I say, staring into her empty eyes, welcoming her reluctant orgasm.
Her body shaking, her voice cracking, she can’t even barb with me anymore. She’s coming hard and loving it.
So I release her hands and take her screaming mouth into my mouth for one last kiss.
“Come in me…come in me…” she grunts.
“Nice try,” I smirk back.
I withdraw my long cock, sensing that this quickie is just about over. She rides me, hoping to break my concentration. But what kind of man would I be if I couldn’t control myself?
I withdraw from her and grab her tits desperately. I make sure my cock is completely outside, aimed right at that precious little belly button. I grit my teeth and unload my cum all over her belly!
The shooting sensation makes her gasp a second time and I break eye contact. Looking up in the air, I finish blowing my wad…as usual, around the vicinity of some strange pussy I’ll probably never see again. As usual, never coming inside. I’m rich…and that means I’m not stupid.
“OH Jesus…” she says, realizing she’s covered in semen and half-naked in public. “I can’t believe we did this. What if someone saw…”
“It’s my house. Don’t worry about it. What happens here, stays here.”
“Yeah…” she says uncomfortably.
“I promise. Come on, I’ll make you a TV dinner. Might as well stay and chat.”
“Mmmmkay,” she says, no doubt feeling a bit awkward.
“I dunno about you…but I’m starving!”
* * *
We both lounge around in bed after a meal. Sadly, the TV dinner was so good—manicotti!—I might even describe it better than the sex.
Oh sure, Renee enjoyed herself. But for me, it was actually a bit of a weak orgasm. I dunno why…maybe because there wasn’t actually that much challenge in bedding Renee. I knew as soon as she stepped in the limo I would feel her cervix. So it was a good build up and all…but in the end, it was just another fuck and run.
But I must admit…the afterglow was very enjoyable.
“So how long have you been friends with Maya?”
Renee laughs and shakes her head.
“What?”
“You are something else. You literally ask about my friend the second after we fuck?”
“It’s been at least two hours. I thought that was fairly tactful.”
“Believe me, she’s not your type. She’s uh…not like us.”
“Really?”
“She’s…inhibited. You know? Catholic guilt and all?”
“You say that to me now, even though you’re fully clothed lying on my bed. It kind of sucks I can’t see you naked right now.”
“Too bad,” she taunts me. “I only let serious boyfriends see me completely naked.”
“More’s the pity.”
“But uh…yeah just forget about Maya. She doesn’t like you. I sort of like you, you know, even though you’re a prick sometimes.”
“Doesn’t like me. Hmm. I must admit it’s rather interesting to have a woman who doesn’t like me.”
“Don’t be so full of yourself, Zander,” she says with a snarky smile. “Just because you can make a woman come doesn’t mean she likes you.”
* * *
I was surprised as anyone would be when I got an angry phone call the next day from Maya DeBank, of all people…
“Maya?” I ask in confusion. “How did you get this number?”
“You fucked my best friend?”
“Uhh…” Damn, a flashback to my first sexual experience. I should say something witty but I honestly can’t think of anything. How did she know? Is all I kept thinking to myself.
“You fucked my best friend!”
“Renee?”
“Yeah, asshole!” Maya screams back. “You remember that vagina you came inside of? THAT’S THE ONE!”
“But I didn’t….hey, why are you so…upset?” I finally manage to say.
; “Because! You’re such a fucking evil bastard you just want to seduce and destroy every girl you meet! My parents were right about you, you’re a fucking douchebag. Goodbye!”
“Maya!” I shake my head, still confused about many things…including how she got my number! “Listen, honey…”
“Fucker, if you call me honey one more time…”
“Sorry…just answer me this…”
“I got your goddamned phone number from your assistant. Is that what you want to know? Since I’m in the news now after our little skirmish, it’s surprisingly easy to get hold of you. I guess your people just want this problem to go away ASAP, right?”
“Well…”
“And are you going to try to make me go away, Troy? Pay some assassin to rub me out?”
“What?!” I exclaim. “You’re insane, Maya! What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Here’s what I’m talking about, Troy. Yeah, maybe it was all just a ploy to get your attention, okay? I admit that I liked you before. I used to think, you know, you were like this awesome guy. This humanitarian guy and a guy that gave back to the world, you know? But boy, was I wrong. You’re just the same as everyone else. You take. And take and take!”
Before I can reply she breathes more fire.
“And now that you ruined my friendship with Renee? I think you’re a disgusting cunt of a human being!”
“Why did sleeping with Renee ruin your friendship? What business is it of yours?”
“Because she betrayed me! She was weak. She was stupid. And she was ungrateful of our friendship. That’s against the sister code. You don’t EVER sleep with your BFF’s crush. Ever. I’m now telling you the same thing I told her, Troy. I don’t ever want to talk to you again. Goodbye and I hope God sends you directly to Hell when you die.”
“Wha—?” Click.
I shake my head and actually jump out of my chair, having no rational response to Maya’s rage. What was that? That was no mind game…she literally sounded like she was ready to kick my ass.
I have no idea what this means except that, well, Maya is mentally unbalanced, obviously. What kind of woman even says something like that? Sister code? Can’t sleep with your friend’s crush? I’ve never even heard of such nonsense. Maybe that’s a Catholic thing. I really never did attend Mass all that much.
