Big Men of the House: 55 Book Story Bundle Box Set

by Wendy Pound

  Redness flushed my cheeks. A warmness grew between my thighs. It was already beginning. “Thank you.”

  He grabbed my hand and a spark of electricity jolted between us. “After that long plane ride, I bet your dying to get home.” He grabbed my suitcase with his other hand and walked me over to his car.

  “Is this new?” I asked, running my fingers along the white Audi.

  “Just got it a couple months ago. Do you like?”

  “It's really nice.” I opened the passenger door and sat down inside. The leather seats were so comfortable and all the controls looked like they were from the future.

  On the drive home, Wyatt talked to me but I couldn't focus. The warmness between my thighs had grown into a soaking wetness. This was just how it was when he was married to my mom. I tried to think about anything else but whenever I closed my eyes the image of his naked body popped into my head.

  I closed my legs tightly together, hoping that it would contain my wetness. I didn't want to make a mess all over his nice leather seats. I needed to touch myself so badly. The urges were unbearable. My hand slowly drifted down to my lap and it took all the willpower I had to pull my hand away. I couldn't masturbate right next to Wyatt!

  I placed both hands under my butt and sat down on them to keep them from moving on their own. My thighs rubbed against each other and it felt so good. Another few minutes and my orgasm was going to come whether I liked it or not.

  Wyatt glanced over and stared at my bare legs. His longing looks didn't help at all. “Are you feeling all right?” he asked.

  I didn't even hear him at first. My entire brain power was trying to keep myself from climaxing in the car. “Oh I'm fine. I still feel a little bit woozy from the plane ride.”

  “Well we're home now. You can lay down for a little while.”

  We pulled up to a large skyscraper in the heart of Los Angeles. The building almost reached the clouds.

  The valet opened the car door for me and we were ushered inside and to the elevator. I barely got a look at the extravagant lobby. Wyatt slipped the valet a twenty-dollar bill before joining me.

  The elevator dinged and the steel doors opened up. Wyatt smiled at me and pushed the button that said penthouse. I had forgotten how rich Wyatt was. I didn't even remember why my mom divorced him in the first place. He was perfect.

  The doors opened up at the top floor to an unbelievable view of Los Angeles. It took my breath away and almost made me forget about the wetness that was running down my thighs. His apartment was filled with wood floors and stainless-steel appliances. A half-circle sofa was placed around a floating fireplace. In the corner was a bookcase filled with old and dusty books. His house looked like it came straight out of a men's magazine.

  “This place is amazing,” I said with my mouth open in awe.

  “I'm glad you like it. Let me show you to your room.”

  We walked down a maze of hallways and I kind of waddled my way as I kept my thighs closed. Wyatt opened up a door to a massive bedroom. It was at least ten times the size of the dorm room I had to live in back at college. A large king-sized bed dominated the room and white built-in bookshelves lined every wall.

  “I'll let you lay down for a little and then we can eat something for dinner.”

  I nodded. “Thank you for everything.” Wyatt smiled and closed the door behind me.

  I immediately slipped my black panties off and they were drenched in my wetness. I threw them on the ground and jumped on the bed. My heart was beating so fast and my chest heaved up and down. I spread my legs and put my hand between my thighs. My pussy was overflowing with wetness. My fingers grazed my clit and my climax hit me like lightning. My back arched with pleasure and I turned my face and screamed into a pillow as I rubbed my fleshy hood around. The ecstasy was so extreme that I almost passed out.

  When the orgasm faded away, I pulled my fingers away and finally felt a little bit better. I was no longer in danger of blowing up. But I was far from done.

  I reached down for my clit again and began playing with it. I imagined Wyatt taking his shirt off and revealing his muscular chest. My skin became flush again with excitement. I ran my fingers over his cut abs and then pulled his boxers all the way down until they were around his ankles.

  I got down on my knees and marveled at his gigantic snake. I grabbed it with both hands and stroked his long pole. Wyatt bit his bottom lip as I opened wide and shoved his entire meat into my mouth. I played with the head of his penis with my tongue as I crammed him further and further down my throat. Wyatt ran his fingers through my hair and held the sides of my head as he thrust his cock past my lips.

  Back in the bed, the pleasure was building more and more. I tried to hold it off as long as I could. I swirled my clit around in all directions and then stuck two fingers inside my mouth. My imagination played tricks on me because it really felt like I was going down on Wyatt.

  Just as he was about to come, he pulled his long cock out of my mouth and began stroking it hard. I sat patiently on my knees with my mouth stretched open. Wyatt moaned loudly as his cock blasted cum all over my face.

  My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My body flopped all over the bed and my muscles flexed. I became lightheaded and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I held a pillow over my face but it could barely contain my screams of ecstasy.

  With my second climax over, I was already wanting another. But my arms and legs wouldn't move any longer. I was way too exhausted from the plane ride. I was going to be in for a long summer if I couldn't even make it through a car ride with Wyatt without touching my wet pussy.

  I closed my eyes and fell asleep instantly. Even though I couldn't physically touch myself anymore, my brain was still wired. Sex dream after sex dream kept me nice and wet while I was sound asleep.

  –

  A knock at my door woke me from my blissful sleep. “What is it?” I asked groggily.

  The door opened and Wyatt peeked his head in. “Dinner is ready, Grace.”

  I had forgotten where I was and Wyatt's sexy face made me remember instantly. I sat up straight in bed and fixed my hair. “I'll be down in a moment.”

  Wyatt stared at me as he disappeared behind the door and closed it.

  I jumped out of bed and went to the mirror to comb my hair and fix my makeup. I looked around for my suitcase but couldn't find it. The valet must still have it...

  I picked up my panties and they were still sopping wet. I was wearing a short skirt and having no underwear on would be a bad decision. I was going to have to suck it up. I slipped the drenched panties up my thighs until they rested around my hips. The wet fabric hit my pussy and it felt uncomfortable and gross.

  I went downstairs to find the lights dimmed and two lit candles standing on the dinner table. Sitting on each end was a plate of roasted chicken, rice pilaf, and red potatoes.

  “What is all this?” I asked.

  “I thought you deserved a nice dinner.” Wyatt dragged the chair away from the table and motioned for me to sit.

  “What a gentleman,” I said, sitting down. Wyatt helped push the chair back in.

  “Would you like some wine, Miss?” he asked jokingly. Wyatt put a white towel over his arm and showed me the bottle of red wine.

  I laughed. “Yes please.”

  Wyatt poured me a glass while he took a peek down my shirt. I caught his eyes but he didn't avert them. He didn't care if I knew he was looking or not.

  That familiar warmness returned. Not now! Can't I just get through dinner without having to touch myself?

  Wyatt sat down opposite of me. “I hope you enjoy it.”

  I took the knife and fork and cut into the roasted chicken. It was perfectly cooked and very juicy. I took a bite and closed my eyes, savoring the flavors. “Oh my god, that is the best thing I've ever tasted.”

  Wyatt smiled. “I'm glad you like it.” He took a bite of food and then washed it down with some wine.

  I took my glass and swirled t
he wine in front of my face. I took a breath in through my nose and smelled the elegant wine. I took a small sip and let the liquid dance on my tongue. “This is really good,” I said, taking another drink.

  “Well there's more where that came from so don't be shy.”

  Was he trying to get me drunk?

  The hot feeling between my legs was getting worse and worse. The wine was accelerating the process. I could feel my cheeks already flushed.

  I took another bite of food and I caught Wyatt staring at me again. He was more interested in me than his dinner. The warmness quickly turned into a dripping wetness. I could feel it running down my legs. The urge to touch myself was unstoppable. The thought crossed my mind that maybe he wouldn't be able to see my hand under the table. What if I could touch myself without him knowing?

  “So Grace, what do you think we should do this summer?”

  I ignored his question. I put my hand under the table and felt my incredibly wet underwear. I touched my womanhood over my panties and the pleasure rushed through me. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip.

  “Is everything okay?Grace, can you hear me?”

  His voice snapped me back to reality and I suddenly realized what I was doing.

  “I think I need to go lay down again.” I stood up and placed my napkin on the plate. My food was barely finished but I had to leave now.

  I walked past Wyatt and he grabbed my hand. “You don't need to go anywhere.” He pulled me over until I faced him. “I can smell your wet pussy.” He bent down a little and ran his hand up my thigh, collecting my wetness as he went. His touch sent shivers down my spine. He reached my pussy and felt my drenched panties. Just his light touch almost triggered my orgasm. But then he pulled his hand away.

  “I've dreamed of you for so long,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Then take me,” I replied, my heart beating loudly.

  Wyatt embraced me and pressed his lips against mine. Fireworks went off all over my body. He held me close with his strong arms as he sneaked his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues played around with each other, swapping saliva. His hands moved down my back and underneath my skirt. He cupped my ass and squeezed my cheeks hard. My body roared against his.

  I was so close to coming but I had to hold off. I backed away and lifted up my blouse to reveal my luscious tits encased in a black bra. I unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. Wyatt's eyes went wide at my large breasts and he proceeded to take his shirt off too. I couldn't keep my eyes off his strong muscles. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me.

  “Those tits look perfect,” he moaned, approaching me slowly. His hands reached up and squeezed my breasts. He pinched my nipples and I cried out from the pain. It hurt at first and then quickly turned to pleasure. He buried his face in between my mountain peaks as he sucked on my nipples like a baby. My climax was so close. I wouldn't be able to hold off any longer.

  Just as I was about to come, Wyatt pulled away. It's like he knew exactly how my body was reacting. “I'm going to taste you now,” he said.

  Wyatt wiped all the plates and food off the dinner table in one sweeping motion. The plates crashed to the ground breaking into a million pieces, sending food flying everywhere. Wyatt lifted me up effortlessly and set me down gently on the table. The cool wood felt good against my thighs. Wyatt pulled my skirt and panties off and tossed them to the side. We weren't going to need those anymore.

  Wyatt licked his lips at the perfect view of my wet pussy. I could hear my wetness dripping onto the floor below. He spread my legs and dove in head first. His tongue touched my fleshy hood and I couldn't hold it back any longer.

  I squeezed my thighs around Wyatt's head. “Fuck, I'm coming!” I leaned back on the table as the pleasure coursed through my veins. My pussy quivered as Wyatt tasted me. My body quaked with ecstasy.

  The orgasm slowed down and Wyatt continued to eat me out. His tongue darted in and out of my pussy sending me overboard. “I'm so close, don't stop.” Wyatt licked me all over like a dog lapping up water. “Fuck fuck, I'm coming again!”

  My muscles flexed and I squeezed Wyatt's head with my legs even harder. I flopped around on the dinner table, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I couldn't even say anything as my body was paralyzed with pleasure.

  My climax faded and Wyatt stood up, wiping my wetness from his mouth. “You taste so good, Grace.”

  “Fuck me now, I need you inside me,” I begged.

  Wyatt unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. His pants fell to the floor and his raging boner flung out. I gasped at the size of him. It was like a thick tree trunk between his legs. There was no way that thing could fit inside my tight little pussy.

  Wyatt grabbed my legs and pulled me close to him. His giant cock was only inches away from my opening. The head of his penis rested on my clit and he rubbed it around. My hips shook from the injection of pleasure.

  I looked down as I watched Wyatt penetrate me with his entire manliness. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my pussy stretched and stretched to fit all of him. He pushed his spear deeper and deeper and the pleasure increased tenfold. He pumped in and out of me with his bare cock and I couldn't take all the ecstasy.

  “Harder,” I commanded.

  Wyatt slammed into me faster and faster. His hips crashed against my legs with every thrust. I was getting so close and by the sound of Wyatt's labored breathing, he was close too.

  “Don't pull out, I want you to come inside me.”

  “Here it comes,” he yelled.

  His cock exploded inside me like dynamite. My own orgasm set off at the same time. Our screams echoed throughout the room. Wyatt's shaft unloaded gallons of his cum deep inside me. My body rocked against his and I was so lightheaded. My vision started to get blurry and I wanted to pass out.

  I shook my head side to side to bring me back to life. Wyatt pulled his massive meat out of me and his cum mixed with my wetness flowed out of my pussy like a river. The sudden void left behind was almost unbearable.

  “Oh my god, that felt so good.”

  Wyatt nodded, trying to catch his breath.

  I could feel the warmness already coming back. “I'm still so wet for you. Fuck me again.”

  Wyatt smiled and his cock grew hard again.

  –

  My little “problem” was never fixed but Wyatt fucking me multiple times a day definitely made me feel better. My pussy getting extremely wet whenever he was around only turned him on more.

  When my belly began to swell. It only made Wyatt want me even more. We fucked and fucked, sometimes spending all day in bed.

  After summer was over, I was already showing a little but I had to go back to college. I didn't even tell my mom about it. It was best that she didn't know. It would be my secret with Wyatt...

  Too Tight

  I was on my way to my first babysitting interview and was genuinely excited about it. I'd been looking for a job for a couple months but no one wanted to hire an eighteen year old that hadn't graduated high school yet. My mom suggested I put up some flyers around the neighborhood for anyone that might need a babysitter. It was only a day later when I got a call to babysit a 4 year old a couple nights a week, but they wanted to meet me first.

  I spoke with a man on the phone but I assumed the mother would be doing the interview. I dressed the way my mom thought would be appropriate for an interview which consisted of dress slacks and a dress jacket. I didn't feel completely comfortable because they weren't even my clothes, they were my mom's. They were a couple sizes too big but at least I looked professional.

  I pulled up to the house and was taken aback. The huge mansion before me looked like it had at least fifteen bedrooms. “They must be loaded!” I whispered to myself. I was already planning the long list of shoes and outfits I could buy with the extra money I'd be getting. I checked in the rear-view mirror to make sure my lipstick wasn't smudged and made my way up the driveway. The front door had one of those big ornate knockers a
nd no doorbell in sight. I tried lightly tapping the knocker but it made a really soft sound. I picked it up again and was about to slam it down when the door swung open.

  A gorgeous man appeared in the doorway and gave me a great big smile. It was my stepdad!

  “Matthew! What are you doing here?”

  “I'm the one who needs a babysitter.”

  “Wait, what are you talking about?”

  “I've kept a lot of secrets from your mother...I have a son.”

  I stood at the front door with my jaw dropped to the floor.

  My mother and him got married only a year ago and he moved in with us immediately. He was younger than my mom and super hot. Matthew was tall and lean with just the right amount of scruff cradling his jawline. He always wore a suit that fit him perfectly and I could see the bulge of his muscles even through the suit jacket. I always thought that there was a mystery about him.