The big man just snorted, sitting back in his chair.
“Worse,” he said with a wry pull of his mouth. “They order laundry detergent from France, shit that costs ten times what it should. Can you imagine? Instead of Tide or whatever, they’re using some imported stuff just because it’s from France. Not to mention the bottled water,” he added, shaking his head. “They’re washing their clothes in bottled water, believe it or not.”
And I was astounded.
“Really?” I asked, mouth dropping open. I’d never imagined that people lived like this, going to such extreme lengths, this was way beyond my realm of experience. I mean, there were rumors that A-list actresses sometimes washed their hair in Evian, but I’d never imagined that there were people so rich that they washed their dirty clothes in bottled water, that was going beyond the pale.
And half in jest, I asked, “So do these special folks order their garbage bags from Italy then? Like special, scented garbage bags that smell of olives and wine?”
The big man nodded again.
“Honey, these folks are nuts,” he confirmed. “Seriously batshit crazy in some cases, with their priorities all wrong. If I weren’t their delivery man, I wouldn’t believe it myself, but trust me, I’ve seen it all.”
And I laughed softly then, taking his hand in mine.
“Well better them than us,” I murmured. “It’s their lives, not ours, and it’s not our business. Hey, I support Made in America and I’m happy to do my part.”
And the big man gave me another long look before kissing me, drawing me to sit in his lap, his strong arms like steel bands around my form, comforting, ensconcing me in a safe place.
“And that’s what I love about you,” he growled against my jaw. “You’re so sweet, so loyal, so real and I can’t get enough of it,” he said while claiming my lips for another deep kiss.
And sighing deeply, I melted then, dissolving against his big form, feeling my muscles go limp as my cunt heated up, my insides beginning to sizzle. Oh god, oh god, Tucker always had this electric effect on me, the way he made me cream instantly, the way he could play my body like a violin. So I nipped at his ear, biting lovingly, teasing my tongue along his jaw.
“Tucker,” I breathed. “I want you. Fuck me hard tonight, I need you bad.”
And he just chuckled, sweeping me into his arms, our mouths locked together as he carried me into his bedroom, the giant space decked out in deep navy, dark wood furniture, the décor totally masculine, totally Tucker. Maybe he didn’t live here permanently, but this place definitely reflected his personality, commanding, assertive, an alpha male at ease.
“You don’t need to ask twice, little girl,” he rasped against my mouth before setting me down. “Your wish is my command.”
And I moaned then, stroking my breasts, playing with myself. Of course I wanted his dick in my pussy, after all I’d just had my cherry popped and I wanted to feel that blunt shaft in my moist recesses again. But when I said I was a dirty girl, I meant triple X dirty, not soft core porn. Because I’d seen something in a video that I wanted to replicate.
“Tucker, honey,” I murmured slyly, looking up between my lashes. “Get your dick out.”
And dark streaks immediately slashed across his cheeks, his eyes growing ravenous, hungry and aroused.
“Oh really?” he said silkily, blue gaze penetrating. “And is this what we talked about before? About you taking the reins, being in charge?”
I nodded, a little shy but too supercharged to think twice.
“That’s it exactly,” I purred, licking my lips slightly, making sure my pucker was pink and glossy. “Get your penis out, big boy,” I commanded breathily.
And in flash, his cock was out, making me salivate, my chest grow tight. Because it was so beautiful, so gorgeous that I could hardly breathe. All ten inches of him stuck straight out at me, the fuckpole so hard, hot and heavy, a pearl of pre-cum already beading at the head. But I wanted more than a drop, I wanted a fucking faucet, all for me.
So I lowered my mouth, running my tongue around his glans, tasting that fleshy pink helmet, trailing it lightly.
“Mmm,” I murmured, smiling up at him with his dick in my mouth. “You taste good.”
And Tucker just threw his head back, releasing a roar of pent-up energy.
“You better get on with it, I’m not gonna hang on long,” he warned.
But I was only too happy to obey. Like a famished dog, I went at his dick like it was the last one on earth, tracing the vein along the bottom with my tongue, then flipping around and running my tongue along the top of his shaft. I pulled the skin at the tip tight with my fingers before pushing my tongue into that sweet slit and was immediately rewarded with a gush into my mouth, the sperm sticky and salty.
“Mmmmph,” I mumbled with dick in my mouth. “Mmmph.”
Tucker was insistent, grabbing my hair and angling his dick in deeper and I let him face-fuck me for a bit. His cockhead crept down my esophagus, making me choke a little, coughing reflexively, but I fought off my gag reflex and let the cock sink in deep, cramming me full, cheeks bulging.
Meanwhile, my hand crept to his balls, one hand squeezing his testicles gently before wrenching hard.
“FUCK!” he roared, fingers practically pulling my hair out now. “Fuck you!”
And I just smiled up at him, cheeks crammed full with his pole. But I knew he liked it from the way he was breathing hard, that massive chest heaving, his eyes on fire as he thrust his shaft in ever further, even harder, making me choke and gag. And I was rewarded with another deep spurt of semen down my throat, straight to my stomach, his penis losing it, inch by inch, little by little.
So I turned back to his balls, running my hands over the soft skin. God, they were so hot, so wobbly yet the essence of man started here, this was the factory for the good stuff. So this time I made my thumb and forefinger into an “O” and squeezed his testicles in between them, slowly applying pressure.
“Fuck, like a ball ring,” he grunted above me, “who knew you were such a fucking slut.”
But of course the answer to that was clear. I’d never been with anyone but him, so the big man was the only recipient of my ministrations, the only man I’d ever touched so intimately, fucking him nasty. And I was rewarded with another deep spurt of semen down my throat, the releases were coming faster and harder now, the warm liquid rushing into my mouth, alerting me of impending climax.
And when I poked a finger into his ass, orgasm hit like a raging earthquake, a tornado blowing through the big man’s frame.
“FUCK!” he screamed, fingers gripping so hard into my skull that I was sure I’d have a headache. “Fuuuuuck!” But I’d maneuvered my lips so that as he released lash after lash of white, it didn’t go straight down my throat and into my body. Instead, I caught mouthful after mouthful in my cheeks, swallowing some but making sure to keep some in reserve, storing it up like a squirrel in winter.
“Fuck!” he shouted again, hips jerking, dick twitching in my mouth. Oh yeah, another big mouthful came my way and I tucked it away, my cheeks bulging now, I probably looked like Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Finally, the shudders ceased and the big man exhaled mightily, head tilted back, showing off that strong jaw. The muscles in his neck were still tense, the cords standing out, his pecs twitching a bit with tremors but his dick had stopped juicing for the most part, just stray droplets spurting reflexively, a little bit here and there, nothing I couldn’t handle.
So pursing my lips tightly, I backed off his pole, careful not to lose any of the cum in my mouth. Slowly, the cock inched out, shining and wet, covered in a mixture of saliva and hot jism, so much that it looked like it was dipped in superglue. And once I got to the tip, I pressed my lips together before popping the head out of my mouth, careful not to lose a single drop. Oh yeah, I had a mouthful of cum and I knew exactly where it was going.
Still kneeling at his feet, I struggled with my sweater before pulling it
over my head, flinging the white cashmere to the side, tossing it in a careless pile. Oh fuck yeah, I had better things to do that folding my clothes, they wool could get trashed for all I cared. Because my boobies were bare now, I hadn’t worn a bra, the huge ovoids full and heavy, heaving slightly with my excitement. And the good part about having huge tits is that I can suck myself. Oh yeah, I’ve done it more than once on a cold and lonely night, reaching down into my nightshirt to lift a nipple to my mouth, sucking hard on it, cramming myself full of breastflesh while frigging my cunt. And that was exactly what was going to happen now.
Positioning myself carefully on my knees, I lifted a heavy tit to my mouth before parting my lips and letting the wet cum drip all over, saturating my nipples as I kissed and licked them. Oh fuck, it tasted so good, the sperm on my breasts, the wet cream mixing with my hard nips. Oh fuck, it was too much and I needed my other boob as well.
Lifting my left breast, I turned my attention to this one too, spitting out some of the remaining cum onto my nipple before seizing the pink nub between my teeth, shaking my head this way and that like a dog with a toy, loving the taste of nipple plus sperm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this was so good and doubling down, I lifted both tits at once, stuffing both nips into my mouth.
I knew how dirty I looked, with both breasts crammed into my mouth almost like an acrobat, the huge mounds creamy and white, giant snow-capped mountains, the melting ice Tucker’s jism running wetly off the slopes. I sighed, gripping my nipples tight between my teeth and moaned throatily, closing my eyes with ecstasy.
And that’s when the surprise happened. I’d been so into my breast play, so focused on dropping mouthfuls of cum onto my boobs that I hadn’t been watching Tucker closely. Of course I’d seen him fisting his dick, the way his hand moved faster and faster over his cock, a vise of pleasure around that slick shaft, but I hadn’t been monitoring him, hadn’t been watching the details.
Because I’d driven him over the edge again. Oh yeah, the tit play was too much and the minute I closed my eyes, chewing my nipples, Tucker took the opportunity to give it up all over my face and chest. Oh fuck yeah, the big man pointed his dick right at me, I was still kneeling at his feet and erupted right onto my face, globs of white hitting my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth as I continued to suck on my breasts. It was so hot, the sperm so tangy and good, just adding to my already existing feast that I whimpered hungrily, my boobs popping out as my cunny began to shake.
“Oh oh oh!” I moaned as droplets of white rained down. “Oh!” I shrieked, opening my mouth wide, trying to catch the waterfall of white.
And simultaneously, my pussy began to spasm, clenching and clamping like a hungry trap, the wet folds shivering with pleasure, tremors shooting from my clit to my fingers and toes, a veritable stream of pussy cream dripping from my hole, forming a pool on the ground.
“Ohhh!” I screamed again, boobs heaving as my twat gave it up, mouth still open as I tried to catch the flying cum on my tongue. “Um!” I heaved again, lunging to the right as his spray flew in that direction, desperate for as much as possible.
But it couldn’t last forever. Although Tucker shot gallons, there was a limited supply of the good stuff and he couldn’t keep spurting forever. So for the last few pulls, he put his dick right up against my mouth and my lips parted obediently around the glans.
“Mmm,” I murmured as the last few spurts jetted into my warm cavern, savoring that tangy, salty sperm. “Mmm.”
And the big man just stood over me, watching, his eyes gleaming, shoulders and pecs taut, muscular as I drank the sweet semen, licking my lips, not even bothering to hide how much I adored it.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, trailing a finger through my hair, pulling it through one especially thick clump of sperm. “I think I fucking love you.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tucker
Laurie took my admission in a breeze. She didn’t bat an eye, or maybe she couldn’t because her eyelids were glued shut by the sticky sperm I’d shot all over her face. Because I hadn’t held back. Fuck no, although I’d just come hard in her mouth, shooting gallons of jizz down her throat, watching her eat her breasts had my cock rock hard in seconds, the needle at full once more.
And the little girl seemed to have few barriers, there wasn’t anything Laurie wouldn’t let me do to her. Touch her, taste her, inhale that sweet little cunt until I was passed out, my dick twitching its last drops onto the ground. In fact the brunette was so fucking dirty that I was pretty sure I’d fallen in love, head spinning, flat on my face in devotion. After all, what was there not to love? Laurie was sweet, genuine, a mixture of the high and low, pizza mixed with fancy lingerie in one beautiful package. And she made me feel ten miles tall, laughing at my jokes, listening to my stories, all with genuine interest in her eyes.
And that’s what I really loved about her. Her genuineness. Because Laurie thought I was nothing more than the delivery guy but respected it as an honest living. And she was tactful too. When I said I was housesitting for friends, the natural next question would have been, “So where do you live, really?” And know why? It’s because women want to scope out my earning power, figure out my socio-economic status. I might be living in Tribeca now, but god forbid my actual digs were East New York or some godforsaken ghetto in the Bronx.
But the brunette gave no indication that her thoughts went along those lines. Instead, she nodded, a smile lighting her face and praised me for the hard work I did, how I needed to take care of myself, eat right and work out, maybe even wear a waist band so I didn’t strain my back. And a rush of emotion come over me then, something that I couldn’t exactly put my finger on, something that drew me to her like a moth to flame. All I knew what that I had to have her.
But first things first because there was still the mystery of the brunette’s virginity. Despite the fact that she acted like a complete slut, a seasoned porn star, in fact this woman was recently untouched and I had to know how in the world that was possible. If she’d been mine I would have been fucking her two, three times a day minimum from the very get-go … and I had.
“Laurie,” I said, my chest heaving, both of us nude, exhausted, limp on the coverlet. “I thought you said you were divorced.”
She moaned a little, tossing her head, eyes half-shut. Oh yeah, the loving had been so good, so satisfying that aftershocks were still running through that nubile body, making her shake and shiver.
But she answered.
“I was,” she coughed a little, throat still dry, swallowing a bit to get some saliva into her mouth. “We just separated. Three months ago,” she said, voice still a little raspy.
Again, that made no sense. If I had her for even an hour in my bed, that little cherry would be punched through so thoroughly there’d be no going back. So I shot her a puzzled look.
“You sure you were married?” I drawled. “What dude, much less an alpha male, would leave you untouched? I mean, fuck, I’d be all over you like white on rice, you wouldn’t be able to fight me off.”
And she colored at that, smiling, but looked sad at the same time.
“Gary and I weren’t a good fit,” she said slowly. “I thought he was the one but after we got married, it was obvious he wasn’t who I thought he was.”
I looked at her, perplexed.
“But didn’t you date first? Or was this some Vegas hook-up?”
And she looked down, biting her lip.
“Yeah, we dated for two years first,” she admitted. “I guess I’m not very observant.”
I immediately sat back, feeling bad. God, I’d made my best girl ashamed when she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. What kind of asshole was I? But still, I needed to understand the mechanics so I gentled my voice, letting her take the lead instead.
“Laurie,” I said, grasping her hand in mine. “I know this is tough but I can’t understand how any guy would turn down the chance to be with you. I mean, look at me,” I said, gesturing to myself. “I
’m already half-hard again and I just shot one gallon, two, all over you. Come on, that guy’s gotta be smokin’ something. You’re all I think about, you’ve taken over me after just a couple days.”
“I have?” she asked breathily, eyes lighting up. “Really Tucker? I do that to you?”
And I nodded soberly. “Yep, and more than that. I lie awake nights thinking of your sweet body, your sweet, sweet smile and I’ve even thought about potentially moving in together, just to have you when I want you, where I want you … in my bed, of course.”
The woman turned even redder at that, a flush running over her body, her breasts turning pink, that little cunt juicing up at my words. But it was true, there was nothing that sounded better to me than having Laurie with me, open for access, any time of the day or night. It sounded like fucking Heaven actually, rolling over in the mornings and sticking my dick in her twat, maybe taking her from behind as she napped in the afternoons, licking her pussy as a midday snack. Suddenly I was completely serious, I wanted this woman so bad that moving in together was a priority.
And the brunette laughed gently then, her eyes knowing as if reading my mind.
“But Tucker, where would we live?” she asked realistically. “I mean, my place is so small, it wouldn’t work for two people and this place, well we can’t stay with your friends forever. They’ll be back and they’ll want their apartment back,” she said with a rueful smile.
I just growled, nuzzling her neck, breathing in her soft scent. Because of course this is my apartment, there were no vacationing friends jetting around the Mediterranean who’d asked me to house sit. I bought this place for fifteen million last year, and that was a discount off the ask price after I made an all-cash offer. But there was no need to tell Laurie just now, no need to give it all away. So I was vague, instead talking in generalities.
“Just leave it to me,” I growled into her throat, savoring her sweet scent. “We’ll figure it out.”
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