Client No. 6: A Dial-A-Date Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Angry?” I asked, eyebrows raised, my hand stilling for a moment on the frying pan. “More like a murderous rage.”

  “Okay, really angry,” she corrected ruefully. “I lost my shit, I admit it. And Tucker,” she said quietly, “I’m sorry I made such a scene, I’m sorry I showed up at NYC Concierge and embarrassed you in front of your staff.”

  I thought about torturing the brunette a bit, making her writhe, but the girl looked so genuine and remorseful, that I took pity. Besides, I loved Laurie and only wanted her to be happy, to see those lips smile once again, to see her eyes sparkle.

  “Honey, there was nothing better than you coming to the office today, filled with fire, life, so beautiful, spitting epithets with that sweet mouth. All I wanted to do was let everyone know that you were mine,” I said seriously, putting the pan down. Who gave a fuck about omelets? I just wanted this woman to know how much I loved her, how much I adored everything about her.

  And Laurie looked up again, her eyes meeting mine, hopeful, soft.

  “Really?” she asked quietly. “I didn’t humiliate you, didn’t make you hate me?”

  And I stroked her cheek then, that softness velvety under the rough tips of my fingers.

  “Baby, the opposite,” I murmured against her mouth. “I was thinking of making it permanent.”

  And she closed her eyes, leaning into me, lightly licking my lips with her tongue.

  “You mean, moving back in together, both of us on the lease, me giving up my old apartment, that kind of permanent?”

  And I chuckled then, growling deep in my throat.

  “No honey, not that kind. This kind,” I said, removing the velvet box from my pocket. “Look baby, open your eyes and look.”

  Because Laurie was under my spell already, I could see the fire in her eyes, the deep burn within, how much she wanted it, her body soft and ready against mine. But first, there was the important business of getting engaged.

  And languidly, the brunette opened her eyes to look at my gift, not understanding at first, her gaze dazed, her movements still slow. Because I’d popped open the lid to reveal the sparkler and it was blinding under the kitchen lights, the facets throwing dazzling rays everywhere, overwhelming in its brilliance.

  “Tucker, is it …?” she whispered, almost not breathing.

  “It is,” I confirmed, dropping a kiss on her nose.

  And what do you know, the ring fit perfectly, sliding onto her finger like it belonged there. Because it did. I’ve found my virgin, found a gorgeous, sassy, sexy woman, and Laurie was my everything … and always will be.

  EPILOGUE

  Tucker

  A year later …

  Speaking of the ring being a perfect fit for Laurie’s finger, there was another part of the woman that was a perfect fit as well. That’s right, her cunt. That sweet pussy was a perfect fit for my cock, and I planned on wrapping it around my massive shaft oh, about fifty million times in the next fifty years.

  And our sex life this past year has only gotten more raunchy, more rancid. Because the brunette’s my little fuckdoll, my little cunt slut who lets me do whatever I want to her body, twisting her, bending her over, making her take it every which way however I see fit.

  And she was bent over right now over our wooden bureau, the mahogany filled to the brim with a slew of her clothes. Oh fuck yeah, I’ve made my little girl buy herself a whole new wardrobe, a whole new set of outfits given that she’s a gorgeous size sixteen now, curves busting out everywhere, those huge tits pressed against the wood as I teased my dickhead along her soft lips from behind, running my glans up and down her slit, wetting it with my pre-cum.

  “Oh god Tucker,” she moaned, eyes closed. “Oh god, put it in me, put it in me,” she begged, her forehead dropping to rest against the wood, hands scrabbling at the hard surface, coming up empty with nothing to grip. Her hips twisted instinctively, that big ass bouncing up and down as she tried to grab my dick with her cunt, suck me in like a vacuum.

  And I chuckled deep in my chest. I love how Laurie fucks, how her pussy is so hungry all the time, like a human hoover, pulling me in, dragging me with an invisible magnetic force because she can’t get enough.

  But I’m a dirty fuck with my mind in the gutter, and I was playing with the brunette tonight. I grabbed a fistful of that curly brown hair, dragging her head back, exposing her swan neck, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.

  “Baby,” I hissed. “Tonight, I’m putting it in your ass dry.”

  And she shrieked then, trying to squirm away, her body heaving, panting, her nips growing even tighter, a gush of wet cream hitting my dick, splashing it with her goodness. I groaned, grinding my hips against her swollen cunt, those huge ass cheeks jiggling as my penis ran through her thighs, the creamy, thick flesh rubbing me, my pre-cum smearing onto those sweet, full ham hocks.

  “Yeah baby,” I ground out again. “Feel that? I’m wiping my dick off on your legs because it’s going into that tiny anus without a drop of lube on it. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it, I promise.”

  But Laurie was almost hysterical now.

  “Please no!” she begged, trying to turn her head to look at me, her chin trembling, eyes filled with fear … and excitement. “Please, my ass is so small, you’ll ruin me, you’ll tear me apart,” she pleaded.

  I growled.

  “That’s my point exactly,” I said with a hiss. “That ass is mine to own, to trash, to use however I see fit.”

  “Oh god,” she moaned, giving up, dropping her forehead to the bureau surface once again. “Oh god, please be gentle with me.”

  And I laughed deep in my throat, reaching down to grab my dickhead and rub it against her anus, that coffee-colored pucker so tempting, so aromatic. Because of course I’ve been in there a million times now, but I’d always lubed up first using my pre-cum, her vaginal juices, or a mixture of both. But this time, it was going to be a fuckin’ dry run and I watched with delight as her anus winked and clenched, anticipating my thrust with agony, the feel of my huge cock up her back hole raw with no mercy.

  I almost did it. I almost did it, pummeled my best girl in the ass without any lube, tearing up that sweet hole, wrecking it completely. But at the last second, I pointed my dick at her sopping wet puss instead and rammed in, that sweet flesh cushioning me, holding me tight, tiny and oh so wet.

  “Mmmm!” Laurie whined, throwing her head back so far she almost cracked her neck. “Oh god!”

  And I growled as well. I love my baby girl and as much as I wanted to see her limping around afterwards, her asshole sore, I loved her too much to do it without lube … this time. It’s not that we’re not going to do the nasty, it’s that I want her to tell me when she’s ready, when she’s ready to sit herself down on my dick dry, hump me with her tiny anal hole without a slick of lube on my cock.

  So yeah, it was gonna happen but not today. For now, I was pounding her pussy instead and the way Laurie was bucking and screaming, the way her cunt was so tight, resisting me, forcing me to push her down, force her hips up against the bureau so that I could fuck harder, my hips slapping against that huge ass with wet smacks, my dick angry, pulsing and so fucking hard with each drive, made me realize that Laurie probably wasn’t going to be able to walk for two days anyways, her pussy would be so sore, so achy.

  And it drove me into a fury again. I fucked her again and again, the wet slapping sounds obscene, her lips stretched so tight around my fuckpole while she creamed wetly, her juices streaming like a river, coating my dick and balls.

  “Ohhh fuuuuuuck!” she screamed, giving it up, a liquid gush of warmth spilling out from her cunt hole, smearing everything in sight, my groin, my dick, dripping with warmth down her thighs.

  And watching her pussy twitch and spasm while simultaneously feeling it on my pole forced me over the edge as well. A tidal wave built in my balls, rising high and tight, my chest and abs hard, my dick even harder. And with a roar and a massive, “OH SHIT!” I came like a
volcano into my little girl, erupting with ream after ream of hot white, shooting my seed deep into that hot pussy, spurting it up against her cervix.

  And I stroked her as we came together, her heavy haunches slick and smooth with a sheen of sweat, trembling and jiggling while a long orgasm convulsed all throughout her body, making her cream and moan deliriously, her face pressed into the wood. With satisfaction, I watched as her cunt clenched and clamped on my dick, the pink lips swollen and wet, flexing and twitching.

  “Oh yeah, baby girl, fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Keep coming, open up your cervix so that my sperm swims right into you, fuck, keep it up.”

  Because you know what? We’ve decided we want to try for a baby. It’s only right, Laurie’s so fertile, so sweet, so giving and sassy, she’d make a great mother. And what’s to hold us back? The two of us are in love, we’re committed to one another, and as cheesy as this sounds, cherish each other, our bodies, our minds, our words rekindling our love with each day, each night, every word and every gasp. And although we were married at City Hall a year ago, we’re gonna celebrate with a huge wedding next week. I want to show my best girl off to everyone I know, my friends, family, even my staff at NYC Concierge whose introduction was so volcanic, so dramatic.

  Because Laurie’s my one and only. This sweet brunette, whom I delivered shampoo to, has become much more than a customer. She’s my life, my wife, my dream, my everything. And fuck … but she’s the one who’s delivered me.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE BOOK

  Because two men is better than one.

  When Brent Larson took me in, I was a lost teenage girl with nowhere to go. The alpha male was the perfect guardian, tall, dominant and assertive.

  But the problem was that Jason lived in the trailer park too.

  And Jason was charming and funny, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.

  So I couldn’t choose. It was too difficult.

  And I ended up with both men.

  Do you think I’m lost and lonely still?

  Or do you think I’m the luckiest girl on Earth?

  DEDICATION

  For those ladies who agree that two is better than one.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Katy

  Please don’t think I’m trashy.

  Please don’t judge me.

  I live in a trailer park, but life is so much more complicated than that. Because things happen unexpectedly and my story is one for the ages, I admit.

  It started when I moved into Brent Larson’s home, my own having no heat or electricity.

  “Hey,” I murmured as Brent strode in the door after work one day. I stood at the sink, finishing up some dishes, and it was all very homey, very comfortable. Besides, I could tell the big man was tired. I could see it in his eyes, the faint lines of weariness bracketing his clear blue gaze, the deep breaths as his wide chest inhaled. But he never failed to shoot a smile my way.

  “Hey there baby,” he said with a lazy grin, putting his lunchbox on the table. Brent was an ironworker with the local union and had the body to prove it, all sculpted muscle, tall, thick and perfectly proportioned. “How’s your day been, little girl?”

  I melted a little inside although I tried not to show it. I could literally smell him in the kitchen, the clean scent of honest sweat, all man, musky and tantalizing, and it made my insides tremble, my interior drip.

  “Not bad,” I whispered, then cleared my throat awkwardly. “Not bad,” I said a little louder, trying to act normal despite the fact that my cheeks were flushing pink. Oh god, how could this be happening? This was my guardian for crying out loud, the man who’d looked over me for the last year, giving me a place to live. And yet here I was creaming a little, blushing in his presence.

  But my life has been crazy lately, so maybe all the excitement put me over the edge. Because, you see, I have an insane mom. And I don’t mean it as a figure of speech, I mean it in the medical sense. We live in a trailer park, the mobile homes so close to one another that everyone knows everyone else’s business. And my mom, Tina, is pretty hard to miss. She’s been a mess for as long as I can remember, sobbing uncontrollably at nothing, keeping pet rabbits in our home despite the fact that we had about one hundred and fifty square feet between the two of us, not brushing her hair so that it stuck straight up, her make-up garish like a clown.

  So yeah, it was pretty obvious that I was in a shaky family situation with no supervision. And after a couple years of Tina’s hysterical outbreaks, Brent finally stepped in, my savior, my safety net. My mom had a really bad outburst where ambulances came screaming, a load of paramedics descending on the hysterically crying woman, literally strapping her to the gurney before shipping her off. It happened so fast that I didn’t know what to think, pure numbness creeping over my mind. So I was shivering barefoot outside in the cold night air, wearing nothing but a thin night shirt when Brent Larson came by, taking a long look at me, his blue eyes sweeping, missing nothing.

  “You okay?” he asked gruffly, looking away. I’d felt his gaze trail over my curves before glancing away guiltily, like he wasn’t supposed to be sizing up a teen girl.

  But I couldn’t absorb it at the time. I was too stunned, shocked by the turn of events and completely mute. On the one hand, Tina’s breakdown wasn’t exactly new, we’d been to this rodeo before. It’s just that this time the paramedics told me she wouldn’t be back, Tina needed to be put under long-term observation, so I was paralyzed, unsure of my next move. God knows I could take care of myself, but at the same time, things had reached titanic proportions and my mom needed serious professional help.

  So I said nothing, staring back at him, brown eyes wide.

  Brent cleared his throat again.

  “Listen, why don’t you come over to my place?” he asked gruffly, still not meeting my eyes. “I’ve got heat and hot water, it’s a place to crash for the night.”

  And after a pause, I nodded silently, trailing him with slow steps across the park to his mobile home. Because yeah, our trailer was cold, dark and freezing, my mom was behind on the bills, her monthly disability check hadn’t come yet. We still had running water, thank god, but the nights were bitter and I wasn’t looking forward to another sleepless one huddled under a pile of blankets, shivering so hard that my teeth chattered, goose bumps that never went away.

  So Brent’s offer was a godsend, manna from heaven. If nothing else, I could at least be warm for once, sleep as well as I could before the shit really hit the fan and I had to figure something out.

  And when the door to Brent’s double-wide opened, it was like stepping into the Garden of Eden, the warmth and welcoming air immediately soothing my nerves. Because Brent’s trailer was nice, really nice. The ORV Blackstone was immaculate and spacious with a living room, dining nook, kitchen, and three bedrooms. But as I sat tentatively, crossing my legs, one of the bedroom doors opened and a gangly teen boy peered out, surprising me. His head almost brushed the ceiling, he was that tall, lanky and gangly like a baby giraffe.

  “Oh hi,” I said faintly. “I’m Katy.” I was wearing nothing but a thin pink nightshirt for this midnight introduction, but then on the other hand, I was so stunned from events that it barely registered. Besides, I didn’t think Brent had a son, so who was this boy?

  The teen eyed me warily as well.

  “I�
�m Jason,” he grunted, looking me over before nodding at Brent. “She here to stay?” he asked.

  And Brent’s low growl answered.

  “For now, yes,” he replied. “Let’s get you settled Katy, we’ll talk tomorrow after you’ve had a good night’s rest.”

  And gratefully, I was ushered into the room at the front of the mobile home with a tiny, tidy bunk and a nightstand fixed to the wall. The clean sheets and neat space were a luxury compared to what I was used to, my mom kept the most unbelievable stuff around until it was gross and really rank. So I slept like a log in the new environment, and the next day the boy introduced himself, sort of.

  “Yo,” he grunted. “You go to Central?”

  I nodded, hesitantly pouring myself a mug of coffee in the tight confines of the kitchen. I wasn’t used to being around men in such close quarters, usually it was just my mom and me. So suddenly caught with two huge males was startling, and I was unsure, fluttery inside, still dressed in my pink nightshirt with no shoes.

  “Yeah,” I murmured. “You?”

  He nodded.

  “I’m a senior, never seen you before.”

  And I colored.

  “Yeah, um, I’ve missed a lot of class this year,” I said, biting my lip. It was because I was home, taking care of my mom, but Jason didn’t need to know that.

  He cast an eye over my form appraisingly, and I went hot again. Oh god, I was wearing almost nothing and there was both a teen boy and an adult man in the room. Embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my breasts in an effort to be modest, snapping my knees shut.