by Mj Fields
“Yeah and I love a girl screaming my name.” I held up my beer and Jase tapped his to mine.
“I love shooting a load in her face,” Jase added.
I laughed. “And I love when she licks it off.”
Abe laughed and rolled his eyes. “What happens when you’re sixty or seventy years old?”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll still love all that,” I answered.
“No shit!” Jase roared.
“We need house rules ‘cause, so help me God, this place will not turn into a place to bring a date. I want nothing but good times here. Not the drama that relationships and feelings bring. My house, my rules.”
I stood up and walked in the house. I saw the box the stove came in that had been laid flat so the wood floors didn’t get scuffed when we moved the fridge in.
I tore off a big piece, grabbed a Sharpie off the counter, walked out back, and sat at the table. Abe and Jase came over and sat down.
‘House Rules' I wrote in block letters at the top. And started to write.
“No shoes?” Abe laughed.
“None. I don’t want my floors scuffed up. They just got done.”
“I agree with the no shoes thing. Look at a bitch’s feet. If their toenails are fucked up, imagine what their pussy looks like,” Jase cringed. “Skank.”
I laughed and so did Abe.
“Okay, no shoes stays. What other house rules should we add?”
“Bring your own condoms.”
“Fuck that, bitches will be poking holes in ‘em,” Jase growled.
“There’s that, and we Steel men need the extra large happy hat. Now, what else?”
“I think that’s a great idea. House rules.” I looked behind me and Momma Joe was walking out with a cake in hand.
“Momma Joe, nice to see you.” Abe stood up and kissed Momma on the cheek. “You brought cake?”
“It’s my baby boy’s birthday and he chooses to spend it with his brothers instead of dinner with his momma. Yes, Abraham, I brought cake. Italian wedding cake to be exact.”
I looked at Momma and she was giving me ‘the look.' You know, the one only a momma can give? The one that instantly induces guilt and shame, yeah that one. It didn’t work on me anymore.
“Thanks Momma, now we just have to worry about dinner.” Jase gave her a quick kiss on each cheek and took the cake.
“I made dinner for my boys. It’s already in the kitchen. It just needs to be warmed.”
“You’re the best, Momma.”
“Now, you be the gentlemen I know you can be. No nonsense. I love you all. Even you Abraham.”
“Love you, Momma.” I kissed her and walked her out the door.
Chapter Two
Zandor
My last appointment for the day, a walk-in, actually, but I couldn’t say no. Cash was cash and I needed it to put into my baby. My ’68 Cougar was sitting in my buddies shop and everything but the tranny was done.
The woman was pretty hot. Nice rack and, apparently, I was gonna be inking one of those beautiful bouncy breasts. She brought a picture in and everything. I flipped the sign to closed and locked up.
“You sure you’re ready for this, Brandi?” I asked as I took the picture she had brought in.
“I heard you were the best,” She blushed.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You heard correct.”
“No strings, he doesn’t find out, you won’t be calling …”
“Brandi. I’m here to show you exactly how you should be treated. What goes on with your husband and you isn’t my business. Come on, let’s get started.”
“I’m nervous,” she whispered from behind me.
“I promise it only hurts for a minute.”
“It hurts?”
“It’s a needle. It stings.” It always amused me that people, mainly women, came in asking for a tattoo and then seemed nervous because, gasp, it’s gonna hurt. “I’ll be gentle.”
“And you won’t tell my husband?”
“Brandi, first of all, I would never. Second, don’t you think he’ll notice a bandage on your breast? I mean …”
I stopped when she started crying. “He doesn’t touch me. He … he’s having an affair.”
“Stupid man.” I hugged her, because that’s what you do.
“No, it’s me. It’s my fault. Ever since we had our third child, I’ve let myself go. I’m fat. And tired all the time and …”
“You are beautiful. Come in and sit down.” I opened the door to my room and flipped on the light.
“Here?” She pointed to the table.
“Yes, that’s where we’ll start.” I grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. “So, he’s cheating and you’re staying. Could you explain why you’d do that?”
“My children love their father. I love him. I just need to get myself back in shape. Take care of myself.”
“Does he know you’re aware of his infidelities?”
“No. No. I know it seems ridiculous, but I’m just not ready to confront him.”
“Not ridiculous. You are blaming yourself. Do me a favor, Brandi, look in this mirror and tell me what you see.” I handed her a mirror.
“Wrinkles, red blotches …”
“Sad eyes, but beautiful. Stand for me.” She did as I asked and I took her hand and led her to the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door.
I positioned her in front of the mirror and stood behind her. “I see black hair that shines.” I pulled it back away from her face. “Framing a face that is beautiful, yet sad.”
“I don’t,” she whispered.
“Oh, Brandi, you are a very beautiful woman. Your neck is long.” I ran my fingers down it and she moaned. “Your shoulders, stunning.” My fingertips lightly slid down them under her collar.
“Oh,” she whimpered. “Oh?”
“Zandor. My name is Zandor,” I whispered.
“Right, right, I remember.”
“Of course you do.” I took my hands away. “Now, let’s get started.”
“I think I’ve changed my mind. I don’t know if I really need to do this.”
“That’s perfectly fine, Brandi. Can I ask what made you change your mind?”
“I’m … I don’t want you to see me.”
“I see.” Or don’t see, I thought to myself. “I can assure you I am completely professional.”
“It’s not that. You made me feel desirable. You made me feel sexy again.”
“You are very desirable and sexy.” I sat on the edge of the table. “He’s missing out.”
She lifted her shirt. “Tell me what you see now.”
“Soft skin that begs to be touched.” I stood and slowly walked to her. “Beautiful, full tits that want to be caressed.”
She pulled her bra off. “Now?”
“Erect nipples that are reacting to the praise they deserve.”
She took my hand and placed it on her tit. “I won’t leave him.”
“I wouldn’t want you to unless you were ready and definitely not for me. I’m not the kind of man who can be tied down. But let me ask you something, are you the type of woman who would like to be tied up?” I cupped her very full tit in my hand and rubbed my thumb across her nipple.
“Zandor.”
“Brandi, answer the question.”
“No strings.”
“None.”
“What if you want more of me?”
“I’ll want more. So will you. I guarantee that once you feel my cock inside of, what I imagine is a nice, hot, wet pussy- you’ll want more. Understand that I am just going to give you back what he took. The knowledge that you are desirable and an orgasm that may have you believing for a fleeting moment that it’s more, but it won’t be. I won’t be monogamous. I won’t ask you to leave your husband, I will not be playing with your kids, and I won’t be anything more than a man who will fuck you so good you’ll remember what it was like when he did give you an orgasm. When you suck my cock, and you wi
ll, you’ll want to swallow every last drop of cum that shoots down your throat, and you’re gonna feel what it’s like to be a woman again.”
“Oh. My. God. You’re crude.” Her face flushed.
“But you like it.”
“I do.”
“Wasn’t a question, Brandi. But I do have two.”
“What is it?”
“Why the fuck are your pants on and why isn’t my cock already in your mouth?”
“Here?”
“Don’t expect a hotel room and flowers, Brandi. That’s what he should be doing for you. Clothes. Off.”
And they came flying off. She was on her knees and unbuttoning my jeans in a flash, and pulled my cock free.
“Oh my God.”
“I know, it’s a gift. One that I’m willing to share with you.”
“Thank you.” She licked my head and I started to harden. “Mmm.”
I reached down, grabbed her tits, and pinched her nipples. “Zandor!”
Okay, note to self, this one would not be serviced during working hours: too loud.
I was now fully erect and she was trying her best to take me all. I grabbed the top of her head, held it back away from me, and stroked myself. I tapped her lips with my tip a few times and I swear she was gonna come. Her eyes were black with desire and need. “Open up.”
I grabbed the sides of her head and thrust in and out of her greedy mouth. She cupped my balls and tugged a bit. “Suck my balls. Be gentle.”
She lifted my sac and began sucking them one at a time. Seeing her eyes glued to mine, and my balls spilling out of her mouth was so fucking hot. I smacked her face with my cock and she gasped.
“Please, in my mouth, oh God, please.”
“No begging. Follow my instructions, okay?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
“Stand and bend over the table, Brandi.” She stood up and did as she was asked. “You have a beautiful ass. Has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
“No. But … if you want …”
“I want. And then I want to come in your beautiful mouth.” I pushed in just a bit and she tensed.
“Take a deep breath and relax. If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.” I pushed in a little further. There was no way I was getting all the way in and that was fine with me. I’d be in her pussy if I had a damn condom with me.
I shoved two fingers inside of her hot snatch and she cried out again. God, I loved to make a woman come. I bent my finger up and found her off switch. You know, the one you push to make her go off, and she did. She was fucking my fingers and pushing back onto my cock.
“Easy there, I don’t want to hurt you,” I said as I stilled her hips.
“Are you kidding me? God, I feel so full- so fucking good. Fuck my ass, Zandor. Fuck. My. Ass!”
“Not my style to let a lady down.” I pushed into her and I fucked her hard until she could no longer move. I was there on the edge. “Knees, Brandi. On your knees.” I helped her up and she knelt. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”
“Yes, please!”
And I did. Her head was bobbing up and down the Steel rod. Tears were spilling from her eyes and saliva dripping down her chin. So fucking hot. I tried to slow her down, but she was like a woman possessed. She continued sucking, choking, gagging, and moaning until I finally shot the first of three loads of cum on her face.
“Fucking beautiful, Brandi,” I said as I took her hands and pulled her up as she licked her lips.
She was glowing. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, and yours, of course. Now that ass is gonna feel sore for a while. Take it easy, okay. I wouldn’t have pushed you that far, but you …”
“Do you do that a lot?”
“I like to come just as much as the next person.” I handed her the white bra that was on the floor.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I smiled and handed her her underwear. “Thongs, Brandi. Your ass would look beautiful in thongs.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“I just came in your mouth. I think I could allow it.” I smirked.
“How old are you?”
“You sure you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Twenty-two, almost… ”
“You’re a baby!” She gasped and covered her mouth.
“Does my cock look like a baby’s, Brandi?”
“I’m thirty fucking four years old.”
I laughed. “I would’ve guessed twenty-eight.” I pulled her shirt on over her head.
“I’m twelve years older than you! I have a daughter that’s twelve years younger than you. I am so sorry, sweetie. I ...”
“I can assure you I’m not sweet. I can also tell you that wasn’t my first rodeo. Don’t get down on yourself.”
“I can’t believe ...”
I pressed my finger to her lips. “I prefer women your age, sometimes older. Do you feel good? Do you feel like I have given you back something he took?”
“Yes, but now ...”
“No buts,” I laughed at the fact that I was actually just in her butt.
“Zandor, I can trust you to keep this between us, right?”
“Boy scout promise,” I winked. “Now let’s get you home so you can lie next to that man tonight knowing he isn’t the only one that has a secret. Then tomorrow, take his credit card and buy some thongs and matching bras. Maybe even a garter belt, so next time you swing in to get inked, I can see that beautiful ass in lace, and very little of it.”
When she left, I went in the back room and washed my hands and looked at the clock. I was late to pick up Xavier.
“Fuck!”
Xavier walked out of his room, that happened to be directly across from mine, shaking his head and laughing. “Dude, next time you blow me off on my birthday and I have to come find you, ask the old chick to bring a friend. Do you know how hard it was to hide in my room and listen to you getting laid before me on my birthday?”
“Sorry, Xavier. She was a walk-in.”
“Yeah, sure. We gotta go pick up Cyrus and Jase so we can go out and find me a birthday piece,” Xavier laughed as we walked out the back door of Forever Steel.
“We have to swing by the house and grab the boards. Cyrus wants to surf in the morning.”
“Perfect.” Xavier smiled as he hopped in the SUV.
Chapter Three
Xavier
“Looks like a party going on down here.” I looked out the window as we passed the public beach down the road from Cyrus’s new place.
“We should check it out before we head to the club.” Zandor slowed down so we could check it out. “Lots of ass to be had.”
“We’re late, Romeo, let’s roll.”
We pulled in, grabbed the boards, and walked around back. “What’s up?”
“Happy birthday little brother,” Cyrus yelled.
“You two get lost?” Jase laughed.
“No, Z was banging some girl; oh shit, not a girl, a woman. He was fucking her when I got to the shop.” Abe handed me my first legal beer.
“A woman?” Cyrus laughed.
“Married chick ...”
“Xavier, shut the trap bro,” Zandor hissed.
“I’m pretty sure I heard ‘Fuck my ass,’ before I heard ‘on your knees',” I laughed, so did everyone, except Zandor.
“You fucked her in the ass?” Cyrus laughed and held up a hand for a high five.
“Didn’t have a happy hat,” he smirked. “Virgin ass too.”
“Nice.” Jase chuckled.
“Zandor, you probably shouldn’t be fucking around with married women,” Abe scolded him.
“Her husband’s cheating on her. She has self-esteem issues, I just ...”
“Took advantage of her,” Abe laughed.
“No man, not at all. She got off long before I did. She was glowing afterward.” Zandor grabbed a beer and winked.
“No strings.” Cyrus tapped his beer to Zandor’s.
“None.”
“All right, house rules, let’s go through them. Have a seat boys.” Cyrus sat and pulled out a piece of cardboard that was serving as a sign. “No shoes. What else?”
“No overnight guests.”
Jase glared at him.
“If they’re drunk, Jase,” Abe tried to be the voice of reason.
“They catch a fucking cab,” he insisted.
“We leave that off for now.” Cyrus agreed with Abe.
“How about no one stays after nine in the morning?” I offered. “That way we can get rid of a morning load if we want.”
“Then surf the day away.” Jase smiled.
“No drugs,” Cyrus wrote and Jase huffed. “I’m serious man. No fucking drugs.”
“Pot’s not a drug, Cyrus, the shit grows in fields,” Jase argued.
“So does Hemlock, Jase, but the shit will kill you.” Cyrus glared at him. “As I said, not in my fucking house.”
“Cool with me, I’ll smoke the shit on the beach,” Jase smirked.
“You bitches about done arguing? I wanna go out,” I reminded them.
“Change of plans. We’re staying in, eating dinner on the deck, and watching the happenings just down the beach. Then a couple of us will check out the party while the rest of us build a bonfire and then the babes come to us,” Abe smiled. “All for you, Xavier.”
“That means I get dibs on ass. Being my birthday and all.”
“Dibs? We aren’t playing X-box man. It’s a woman, there has to be a connection.”
“Abe, the only connections I’m looking for tonight is my cock in a tight, wet pussy,” I laughed.
“Hell to the yeah!” Jase laughed. “Me and Xavier will be going down to the party. You three build a fire.” Jase stood and grabbed my shoulder. “Hound dog, let’s go get us some pussy!”
“What the fuck man? I wanna go,” Zandor huffed.
“You just got a piece of ass—literally,” I laughed.
Cyrus started to say something and Jase interrupted. “You need to play house bitch and finish that sign.”
I looked at Abe. “We want hot ass, not smart ass.”
“Good, you go ahead with dumbass and bring some back,” Abe winked.
Jase laughed and grabbed his hat off the table and shoved it on his head. “Let’s go catch us some easy.”
