“I want a pay rise,” she said assertively.
“I’m not giving you another pay rise, you already took advantage of me when I was drunk last night,” I retorted. “Which I will pay you for. Thank you for looking after me. I just, I don’t know where to start. I know how to manage my business, but I don’t know how to find that one woman who I want to spend the rest of my life with. So guys, what do you think the game plan is?”
“Well, if you’re serious about it Hayden, I am more than happy to help you with it,” Gregory said, placing his glasses back on his nose. “But I warn you, as soon as you get married you will regret it. You have so many sexy women falling at your knees. I say—”
“I say you’re an idiot and you need to be grateful that your wife, who shockingly decided to have two children with you, is still with you,” Amber said sharply. It instantly silenced Gregory and he diverted his glance to the large painting on the wall.
“Please Amber,” I clasped my hands together in a begging manner. “I need your help. For the first time in all of my years of using my dick, I am trying to find some actual purpose for it instead of pleasing every woman who I meet that will let me.” She stared at me for a long time, her dark brown eyes unimpressed. She exhaled loudly, looking to the corner of the room and then back at me again.
“Fine. But first you have to start taking them on dates, not the places you always take them to. You can’t just keep doing the same things with them over and over again. If you are taking this seriously, you have to start taking them to different places. This means you have to take yourself out of your own comfort zone. And for god sake, please refrain from using your dick. It defeats the whole purpose. You want to find whose personality you are better suited to. Not who gives the best head.” She got up and started walking out of the room as she mumbled ‘God give me strength.’
“Personality, got it,” I said, pointing my marker at her with an appreciative smile. She gave me a death stare over her shoulder that would force men to their knees. “Thank you, Amber,” I called out after her.
“I think you should just be happy with everything that is available to you,” Gregory quietly mumbled.
“I heard that!” Amber yelled out from her office. They often fought like this. I turned around to look at my whiteboard. Right, five women. One of these women I was sure would become my lifelong partner.
Chapter Six
I was damaged goods for the rest of the day. Whatever was in those pink drinks was like poison to my body, and I wasn’t getting any better. I was lucky to only have two conference calls that day. The only thing I could think of that would shake these damn hot and cold flushes was working out.
As soon as my two phone conferences were over and I had gone over the budget with Gregory, I dismissed both him and Amber for the afternoon. It was Friday and I often tried to let them go early in the afternoon in gratitude for all the hard work they did. It didn’t always work out, but I did try my hardest to make it happen for them when I could.
I drove home from my office, parking in my double garage. I walked through the garage and was greeted by my new maid, Sonya. She had only started yesterday and she was there to replace the old bag that had lectured me about almost everything. When she had to move back to her Columbian home, I asked her if she could recommend someone for me. Now I just think that old bag was making fun of me. My new maid was sweet, mid-twenties maybe, with tanned legs that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She had a Latino accent that sent shivers up my spine when she greeted me.
She battered her eyelids as she smiled and walked off with a basket of washing. Those short pants were not professional, but most certainly provocative. She wore them because it was hot, right? Not for my eyes?
I looked at my indoor pool area with its marble white floor. The thought of diving in instantly cooled me off. I had to take this seriously. One woman, no more fooling around, and especially not with my new maid. I stripped off my tie, shirt, and pants. I kicked off my work shoes and replaced them with the joggers I had beside my garage door. I walked down the left of the pool, towards my gym. I spent every morning and most afternoons here.
I strutted to my treadmill, unfazed that if anyone looked through my large windows that they would see me in only my underwear. My body was certainly one thing I was proud of. I hopped on my treadmill and began running my usual 15 kms. Halfway through, I was rubbing my nose vigorously as it began to drip. Dear god, please don’t tell me I’ve caught a virus. With my headphones in ears, I looked out my window where two women were walking past with their dog. They had obviously stopped to stare through the window. I looked down at myself. Yea I felt like shit, but I certainly didn’t look it. All I wore were my underwear. The rest of my muscles contracted beneath my skin as I jogged. My stomach muscles shifted underneath my taut skin as I jogged. My muscular legs flexed as I ran. And well… my cock always received a gasp from women because of its size. The underwear I wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. With a smile I waved at them. They both blushed and began to walk the other way, embarrassed.
After my usual hour-long work out, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. It looked like my maid had already left, although she usually said goodbye. The shower was soothing at first and I felt incredible after my work out. But slowly, as the steam fogged my mirrors, I began sneezing. I couldn’t be getting sick.
I walked out from the steamy room, ready to dive face first into my silk bed. Sonya was there, her eyes scanning over my body as I walked out. She was dusting over my plasma screen on the wall. Her mouth dropped as her eyes looked over me approvingly.
The duster slightly slipped out of her hand. She caught it as red streaked over her cheeks. My cock already ached at the thought of those little denim shorts being removed. Or better yet, the idea of her in a maid outfit with that feather duster. I could imagine where I would tickle with those feathers, making her scream in pleasure. My cock throbbed as it awoke and acknowledged her approvingly.
I tried something new. I suppressed the urge. I had to take this seriously or else I would never find one person to settle down with. Especially if I couldn’t resist the maid.
“I am sorry Mr. Zilch. I thought you were still working out.” It was sensual how her eyes still ravished me. She was beautiful. And the truth was, she would have heard the shower, she knew I was in there. She was basically offering herself to me. I looked at the bed, regretting it as her eyes sparked passionately. My cock was already erect and throbbing to be inside of her pussy. I cleared my throat. I must think with my head and not my cock. I must stay true to this task.
“That is okay Sonya, if you don’t mind, I am a little tired. You may have the afternoon off,” I said as casually as I could. Taken aback and clearly a little disappointed, she smiled and thanked me. She walked out of the room. I rested my arm and head against the doorframe for a moment. What a treat that could have been. But no, I had to take this seriously. I had five women on my list. This was definitely a new me.
Yep, just another Friday afternoon at my house. Except instead of finding myself with a woman for company, I found myself in bed early by myself. I had caught the flu. Not just any flu, the man flu.
*
I was parked outside of Jewels Bar, waiting for Brandy. She often accompanied me when I went to the college to watch the sports games. It was a good way to scout for fresh new talent. If their skill progressed then eventually I would most likely offer them a contract. I attended most games, loyal to the college at least. Even if I couldn’t smell, taste, or even hear properly, I wasn’t going to break my attendance because of some ridiculous flu.
Brandy was on my list, she was one of my top five women. And although we weren’t doing anything new today, I would pay more attention to how we were together when we weren’t having sex. No more sex, just dating and seeing which woman it led me too. Brandy and I had already known one another for so long that I considered our relationship flawless.
“Hey there
baby, sorry to make you wait,” Brandy said, walking out from the alleyway. She wore black shredded jeans and a black crop top. Even if the weather was cold, she would wear jeans and fur boots, but still manage a crop top without a single goosebump showing on her perfect stomach. The gold colouring of her bellybutton ring grabbed my attention. Brandy was fine and she knew how to work her muscular physic. Somehow no matter how bikie or tarty she might look, she pulled it off.
She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Before our lips touched I pressed two fingers to her lips. “We shouldn’t,” I said dramatically. “I’m dying.” My voice was croaky and very unattractive. Brandy only began to laugh.
“Oh no, baby caught the man flu,” Brandy laughed, biting at my neck instead savagely. “C’mon, I don’t want to entertain your theatrics. Let’s go.” Her nails dug in deep across my chest as she walked around me into the passenger’s seat.
Not even three minutes into the drive, Brandy had her feet on the dashboard and was singing to whatever radio channel she had switched it too. She flashed me a very bewitching smile, forcing me to do the same.
“What?” I asked, curious as to what she was thinking.
“Oh, nothing,” she said innocently looking up at me with her big eyes. Her hand slipped over my jeans, lightly stroking my cock through the material. “I was just wondering how serious the man flu was and if it affected your whole body.” My cock was already going hard at her light touch. “Or maybe I could make you better…” she said with a mischievous grin.
Her other hand slipped over my jeans and unzipped them. I wanted to fight her as I drove, but my cock throbbed and ached for her already. Her gentle touch over my underwear only enticed it more as she felt out my shape, smiling with anticipation. This wasn’t fair. I am not allowed to fuck Brandy, but she knows what I like and how I like it.
No… I can’t.
“Oh god Brandy, C’mon. You know we have to be there soon,” I said in a near whimper. I wanted to tell her to stop but as soon as her gentle, soft hand slipped underneath my underwear and began stroking me, my cock was hard and it was game on. How pathetic of me to give into her so easily, but wasn’t that a part of a relationship, give and take? I arched an eyebrow at her, trying to focus on the road. “You sure you want me to fuck the shit out of you before we go to the game? You won’t even be able to walk.”
“Try your hardest,” she smiled, grabbing hard around my cock, which was now aching to be free. I couldn’t handle it any longer. I took a few back streets to an old park that was rarely visited and drove down a kilometre on a dirt road. Brandy unbuckled her seatbelt and adjusted my underwear so she could relieve my hard cock from its restrictions.
“You said you can’t kiss me baby, is that right?” she said, scraping one of her fingers over her lips. I continued to drive down the dirt road. Her hot breath flushed over my already aching cock as she crawled over towards my seat. She nipped at my neck and encircled her soft hand around my throbbing cock, applying just the right amount of pressure. She stroked me up and down, her eyes savouring my face as I tried to concentrate on driving. I was so hard it was almost painful to keep driving. I wanted to find a secluded place where no one could see us. She knew she had me in her grasp and at her mercy.
Brandy covered my cock with her mouth, her smooth wet lips and tongue curling around my shaft as she sucked with such pleasurable pressure. I looked up at the roof of my car, trying to remind myself to focus on the road.
Her lips pushed back and forth on my cock. My brain wasn’t able to function while her sweet lips nestled my cock in such a way. I thought I was already going to blow. I pulled the car over, unable to focus anymore. As soon as the car stopped, she giggled, sitting back up in her seat.
“Get out,” I said, no longer wanting to only be teased. With another smile she was out of the car. We both slammed our doors shut, escaping the confines of the car. Fucking jeans, I thought, trying to rip them off. My cock was so hard for her. She sat up on the front of my car with a devilish smile.
“Don’t fuck with me, Brandy,” I said with a cocky smile. I grabbed the end of her jeans and ripped them off. I tugged at them once again taking them completely off. Her fingers wrapped around my cock delicately and her face lit up when she saw my hungry expression.
I slipped my fingers under her black lacy underwear and rubbed at her clit as her hand’s pace quickened. Her grasp got tighter as I continued to rub at her vigorously.
“Don’t fuck with me, Hayden,” she warned. Taking that as consent, I slipped two fingers into her pussy. Her grip on my cock loosened, making me want to please her more. I thrusted my fingers into her harder and faster. As she perched on the front of my car I leant into her, enjoying her cinnamon smell as I began biting down on her neck.
I raised my hand under her shirt, pinching her nipples as she moaned. Fucking bra is in my way. I unclipped the back of her bra and pulled it down. I took her nipple in my mouth and began sucking it. Another loud moan roared from her. Again I rubbed at her clit and pounded her with my fingers. I took her other nipple and began sucking on it. As I sucked on it hard, she moaned even harder.
My cock was screaming for her, wanting to be in that wet pussy instead of her delicate hand. I wanted it rough and I wanted it now.
“Turn over,” I said, nipping at her jaw line. A devilish smile spread across her face. She dropped off the front of the car and turned her back on me.
“How shall you have me?” she said wickedly. I slapped her ass, that fine ass of hers.
“Don’t play with me, you’ve made me into a very hungry man,” I growled. I pushed her over the car. With her legs spread apart and her back to me, I shoved my cock in her glorious wet pussy. My cock throbbed with pleasure as her warmth consumed me. A loud moan purred through her, igniting sparks through my whole body. I held onto her hip, pounding the shit out of her. I began caressing her nipples from behind, enjoying their hard state. I wanted to make them feel as hard as my cock did. Amongst her moans I began to rub her clit. She began to whimper, her legs trying to squeeze tight.
Still with my hand firm on her hips and pounding hard, I grabbed onto the back of her hair.
“Oh, my god, Hayden, yes!” she screamed wildly. Her moistness began to flood my cock. I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. She screamed, orgasming, her cum running down her leg which only turned me on more.
“I think I’m going to blow soon, baby,” I growled, still pounding into her as her wild screams began to get louder with anticipation.
“Blow in me baby, here,” she rattled around in her bra for a moment before handing me over a condom. Quickly I put it on, my cock hating the little bag which ruined my excitement. “Pound me again,” she heavily breathed.
She turned around to face me and sat on the edge of the car. At her command I leant over her. My hand rested on the windshield as I pounded into her again. Her legs were wrapped around me as she screamed louder.
“I’m about to cum again,” she said shakily, lifting herself to nibble on my ear. “Oh god, I’m so close,” she squealed.
Her wet pussy began to flood again. My cock couldn’t take it anymore and I began blowing in her. I hunched over her, with my fist clenched on the window shield of my car. I felt Brandy’s nails slowly drag down my chest and stomach as she smiled.
“How intimate. See, we didn’t need to kiss,” she smiled. She placed a kiss on my throat. “And you’re right, I might not be able to walk, but if I can, then I expect you to fuck me stupid tonight until I can’t.”
With a very cocky smile I growled into her ear, biting at it, “Game on, kitty.”
Chapter Seven
I watched a few of the players I had my eye on for a while. The crowd around us were cheering as the players paced back and forth up the field. I slurped on my large coke, still unable to taste. Brandy’s nails dug into my knee as she clasped it. She nibbled at her bottom lip, and was rubbing her knees together as she indica
ted so obviously what she wanted.
I leant over and whispered in her ear. “You want round two already, Baby?” I said with a cocky smile. I watched the players again as the last minute of the game rolled over. The cheerleaders cheered within the final minute. Brandy leant into me. I avoided looking at her, but I could feel the smile on her face as her grip tightened on my knee and slowly her hand began to trail up. I held her hand firmly to my thigh. Being Brandy, it wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to take me in the middle of a stadium.
Her hot breath whispered on my ear. I could feel the smile behind her words. “I want you to drive into me so hard that my only option is to crawl up the wall,” she said huskily. I raised an eyebrow at her and poked my tongue into the inside of my cheek. I looked back to the game and watched the last thirty seconds. The coach waved at me. He was used to me being amongst the crowd.
The loud ring of the buzzer burst over the field and ended the game. But a new one had only just begun. I grabbed Brandy’s hand instantly, leaving our seats and pacing her to the car. “You are going to regret asking for that,” I responded huskily. She bit her bottom lip with a sensual smile.
“I never regret asking you that,” she smiled.
*
“I’m going to have a quick shower,” Brandy said. She walked me to her small room above the pub. She had a small kitchenette, lounge room, and a bed in the open-plan room.
“Are you serious?” I said, already riled up and wanting to tear at her clothes then and there. “Want me to join you?” I asked, hopeful as I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. I pressed my hard cock against her so she knew that it wasn’t particularly happy to wait.
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