by Amy Brent
I went inside and heard footsteps, the loud clink of high heels to be exact, on the marble floor.
“Oh, you must be Ross.” A gorgeous brunette with a loose, pink silk dress approached. She had an upturned nose and the iciest blue eyes I’d ever seen, and her body, well, it had my cock straining at my pants. She held out her hand. “I’m Octavia, but my friends call me Tavy, and we’re going to be great friends.” She locked her arm through mine and gave it a squeeze, then she rubbed her hand down my chest and leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“It’s good to meet you.”
“I’ve heard so much about you. I’m a good friend of Claire’s, and she was bragging about you.” My face turned a bit red, but I cleared my throat and looked away.
“Claire was very charming.”
She let her gaze linger on my body like she wanted to devour me, and then I heard another set of footsteps and turned to see her husband approaching. He walked with his hands locked in front of him and his head down, though his eyes were turned up to his wife.
“Look at my new playmate, darling. He’s so sexy.” She rubbed my arm, and her husband smiled and nodded. “This is my husband, Mitch. Mitch, say hello to Ross.”
“It’s very good to meet you. I hope you’ll enjoy your time here at our home.” He was an average guy, not in terrible shape, a bit of a nerdy type, and about the same height as me. I couldn’t see anything particularly strange about him or Tavy, other than she looked way out of his league.
“Shall we go upstairs, gentlemen?” Tavy turned and headed upstairs, and I couldn’t help but watch her perfect, round ass as she walked in front of me.
Mitch leaned closer. “She’s fucking gorgeous, isn’t she? You’re going to fuck that ass hard, I hope.” I hadn’t ever had permission, but as long as he was giving it out, I was game.
“Come to me, Mitch.” Tavy curled her finger and made her husband stand in front of her. “Take off those disgusting clothes.” Her voice was firm, and the expression on her face was vicious.
He took off his clothes in a hurry as she crossed her arms and watched. Then, once he was good and naked, she caged his cock and locked it tight. From what I could see, his cock was average, and I had a feeling that little problem is what started this whole act between them.
The key to his cage was on a long, gold chain which she put around her neck. She lifted her hair and let it settle between her breasts. “Now, go sit in the chair and wait for my commands. And don’t take your eyes off of us. I want you to see how a real man fucks my precious pussy. No some loser nerd with a little dick, like you.” She turned to me and was all smiles, but she looked as though she could devour me.
“Show me that big dick, and make me want it.” She wasn’t playing around, and I knew that in my role I had to stay dominant.
“You first, princess. Show me what I’m taking from your old man.”
Her eyes widened with excitement, and she turned and lifted her hair, an invitation for me to take down her zipper, then she let the pink silk puddle at her feet, and she stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. She hadn’t worn any underwear at all, and she stood before me gloriously naked.
I stepped back and took off my shirt and tossed it aside, then I unzipped my pants and let them fall. Before I could take down my boxer briefs, she put her hand on my cock, feeling me through the gray cotton.
“I can already tell you’ve got an impressive one. I want to do the honors.” She wasn’t asking. She hooked her long fingernails into my underwear and slipped then down, springing my heavy cock, which was already fully erect and an angry red shade from the blood flow.
She moaned and rubbed her knees together just looking at it and then she dropped to her knees and rubbed it against her cheek. “Oh, it’s so amazing. So much hotter than what I’m used to.” She glanced over at her husband. “Do you see this big cock? It’s going to fuck me so good. I’m going to come all over it. He’s going to fill it up with his hot come.” I wasn’t sure I was hearing her right, but I’d worry about that later. She finally stopped talking and put my cock back in her mouth.
She sucked it nice and deep, but I could tell her throat was trained to a much smaller cock, and sure enough, she gagged so hard she had to pull off and catch her breath. She squatted down, shifting her position, and then she ran her fingers down to her bare snatch and rubbed her clit.
“Mm. This cock is so good.” She slurped and sucked me in deep and then she stood and lay on the bed. “I need this cock in me right now. Please give it to me, Ross. I want you to fuck my tight hole nice and hard. Give me what I need.”
“Oh, I’m going to, don’t you worry.” I knelt on the bed, and she lifted her legs and parted them. I grabbed them and opened them wide, pushing them back against her, folding her in half for easier access. Her pussy glistened with her juices, and I leaned in and stroked my cock straight up its center, as I took a condom out of my pocket and gloved up. She made a face but didn’t protest, and then I centered my cock at her entrance and thrust hard into her tight channel.
Her eyes widened at the intrusion, and she looked at me like she’d gotten more than she’d bargained for. I stilled a moment, and with a weak voice she called out to her husband. “Oh, he’s so fucking big, baby, do you see his cock in me? Come closer and sit beside me so you can see how it’s done.”
Her husband came over and did exactly like he was told, and I began to thrust deeper, angling her hips up to work her tender spot.
“I think you should hold me, Mitch. At least make yourself useful.” She used her scolding tone well, and as her husband came closer, she sat up only to lay back in his arms. His cock was at her back, caged and useless, and he bit his lip as he watched me ram my thick cock into his wife’s pussy.
“Could you please shoot your come all over my tits?” She lifted a brow and ground her hips. My husband is going to be so disappointed if he doesn’t at least get a taste.”
“I think I can handle that.” She must have liked what I said because she screamed out and ground herself against me. Her walls clenched my cock as she came. She snaked her arm up around Mitch’s neck and brought him down to kiss her as she ground herself on me as if riding the last waves of her release.
I worked her over another two hours and through multiple orgasms, the last three of which were soakers. She’d been delightfully surprised not knowing she was capable.
I ripped my condom off when the time came, and shot my load all over her tits and tummy. She lay there, panting from her last release and smiled up at me. “Look at this huge mess he made from fucking me. That’s what a man’s come looks like. You should take note. Now, come clean me up.” I sat back and watched as the guy crawled over to his wife and sucked her come soaked nipples. The key to his cock cage was coated, and I saw that the placing was deliberate, as well as the request for me to come on her.
The whole scolding thing wasn’t for me but to each his own. When I left my balls were lighter and my pockets heavier, and that was all that mattered. Another satisfied customer and a request to come back.
Chapter 8
Tori
“Okay class, let’s go out for recess. Line up by the door, and we’ll take a bathroom break first.” I was settled into my routine, and this was my most relaxed time of the day, and I’d used the hour to make calls and set up appointments when I wasn’t on duty, and today I wasn’t.
“Ms. Bloom, will you be at recess today?” asked a small, familiar voice. I looked up to find Katie standing with a big red ball under her arm, propped against her hip.
“No, Mrs. Lewis is on duty today. Did you need something? I’m going to take you all to the restrooms before we go out.”
“No, ma’am. I was going to ask you about a carnival.”
“A carnival? Yes, there is a carnival in town, are you going?”
“Yes, Ma’am. My daddy is taking me tonight, but the boys were saying that there are going to be animals so big they could eat me up and evil clowns.
I told them that’s not a carnival, but they don’t believe me. I told them that was a circus.”
“You’re right, Katie. There might be a nice clown or two, but there aren’t any animals at any zoos, carnivals, or circuses that want to eat you up. I think they are trying to scare you.”
“I think it’s because I’m a girl.”
“I think you’re right. Now, let’s get in line, and I’ll let you lead us to the main hall.” Katie stepped in line at the front and led the line to stand against the wall. I grabbed my cell phone knowing I would be away from my room for the next hour and then while my class filed in and out of the bathroom, Katie asked more questions.
“Do you like clowns, Ms. Bloom?” I cringed inside thinking of all the horror movies I’d seen with evil clowns but kept a straight face.
“Oh, certainly. Especially the ones who make those really pretty balloon animals.”
“Balloon animals are fun. My daddy made me a dog once, but then Mia sat on it. Do you like cotton candy?” The name Mia caught my attention. Perhaps she was a girlfriend. My heart sank.
“I love cotton candy. Who is Mia? Is she your sister?”
“I don’t have a sister. It’s just my daddy and me. Mommy went to heaven years ago.” She said the words with such a matter of fact tone that I had a feeling she never knew her mother. “Mia is my babysitter. She likes cotton candy too.”
“Oh, I see. So, it’s just going to be you and your daddy out at the carnival later?” I knew I shouldn’t impose myself on her private time, but I had to see him again.
“Yep, are you going too?” She rocked back and forth on her feet.
“I am. I thought I might go get some cotton candy and candied apples. So, maybe I will see you there?”
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. “That would be fun. Could you go on a ride with me?” The thought of hanging out with her and her father wasn’t exactly what I thought I’d be doing all night, but it might be the only chance to see him away from school.
“If I see you, I will.” Mrs. Lewis came up that time and led the kids away, and Katie looked back over her shoulder and gave me a little wave.
I waved back and went to my classroom to find my paperwork. I had her father’s phone number on record, and I decided to add it to my phone, so I could call him while I was on my conference time. I typed his number and waited.
“Hello?” His voice was friendly, but also deep and seductive. I could imagine him whispering naughty things in my ear with that voice.
I snapped out of my daze and cleared my throat. “Is this Ross Reed?”
“Yes, it is, and this is?”
“I’m Tori Bloom; I’m your daughter’s teacher. I talked to you the other day about making an appointment to come in and discuss your daughter’s grades and her reading level. I’d also like to discuss the Gifted and Talented program a bit more and get your opinions on placing your daughter there.”
“I can’t come in any earlier than next week, could I call you back then and set something up? My weeks have been a little crazy lately.”
I raked my hand through my hair and pulled my lips into a tight line. I had wanted to see him sooner. I’d hoped that if he would make the appointment earlier; then I could keep myself from going to the carnival.
“That sounds, good. Just let me know when it’s a good time.” I held the phone a moment, but couldn’t think of anything clever to say. “Well, thanks then, you have a good day, and we’ll be in touch.” I waited for him to say goodbye and then hung up the phone.
I got up and took off to the library where Jackie was stacking books and entering numbers into the computer. The library was empty, and she didn’t get much traffic in unless the kids had a special project or event.
“Hey, why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?” Jackie leaned against the counter and gave me a level stare.
“I just talked to him.” She narrowed her eyes as if trying to remember, but I knew she was only kidding around with me. “Ross Reed, the older hottie.”
“Yeah, did you set up a conference time so you could talk about his kid?” She lifted a brow.
“He’s calling back next week, but I might have an opportunity to see him sooner than later.” I pulled my lips in tight and winced. I knew it was a desperate move, but I was sure it would work.
Jackie backed away from the counter. “Oh no, you’ve got a plan don’t you.” We’d never had much luck with my plans in the past, but this time it only involved me.
I held out a hand. “You’re safe, but yes, I do. Unless you tell me how terribly wrong it is, I think I might have a plan, at least a way to see him sooner than planned.”
“And how come I think this could be a bad idea?” She stepped back up and entered another number into the computer.
“Katie came up to me asking about the carnival that’s in town, and she said that her dad is taking her tonight. I told her I might see her there and she asked me to go on a ride with her if I did.” I waited for her to tell me how inappropriate it was, but she shook her head.
“You realize that would make you a creepy stalker, right? I mean unless you had planned all ready to go to the carnival.” She paused from her typing and met my eyes. “I don’t remember you saying anything about going to the carnival tonight, as a matter of fact, we were going to go out and get a drink.”
“Well, we could go get a drink, and then we could go to the carnival after. I’d feel better going with a friend and then—
“No way. We can go get a drink, and you can go to the carnival alone. I’m not getting involved in babysitting while you and this Ross guy pop your cherry on the Ferris wheel.”
“I wish,” I mumbled. “But no, it wouldn’t be like that. I didn’t want to go to this thing alone, and it wouldn’t look as creepy as if I showed up alone.”
“Why don’t you just call him up and ask him out for a drink sometime. At least then there is no false pretense, and you’d be able to meet without his daughter around.” It was no use; she wasn’t going to go for it.
“Okay, fine.” I turned to walk away, and she cleared her throat.
“Tori, I want you to promise me you won’t go.”
I stopped in my tracks and looked over my shoulder. “I can’t do that, Jackie. He’s the hottest guy I’ve seen in ages, and if I thought Katie would mind, I wouldn’t do it. And if I get kidnapped I’m going to blame you.”
“Fine, we’ll go.” She let out a sound of frustration as I turned around and ran back to the counter.
“Thank you!” I placed my hand on hers, and she pointed a finger at me.
“If he’s some pervert, I’m taking you out of there kicking and screaming.”
I held out my hand she shook on it. “That’s a deal.”
I left and went back to my room and graded papers for the rest of the hour after grabbing something from the snack machine. As I sifted through pages and laughed at what some of the kids wrote for answers, I thought about him. I wondered what made him a widower and guessed it had to have been just after his daughter was born that his wife died. I wondered if he dated at all and knew that sometimes men didn’t date again after the love of their life was gone. The best I could do would be to get to know him, and if he turned out to not be the guy for me, at least I tried.
I would definitely let him know I was interested in having a drink with him or maybe dinner sometime and let fate take it from there. If we were meant to be, we’d be.
I spent the rest of my grading time, thinking about what to wear. Jackie had always dressed up to go out, and though her style was always a bit edgier than me, I figured she could help me look amazing.
I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him.
Chapter 9
Ross
Katie was excited about the carnival, and I was thrilled to have enough extra money to take her. My money had been so tight lately that we’d been spending a lot of our quality time at the park or the public library. Lucky for me my little g
irl loved to read, and she was already asking me if she could move up to chapter books. I’d read to her throughout the years, but I couldn’t take credit for her insane love of books. That had come from her mother along with her red hair and temper. Katie didn’t get upset or angry often, but she’d had her moments like any child and could be downright stubborn at times. Today she was trying my patience with what shoes she wanted to wear to the carnival.
“But the red ones are my favorite.” She stomped her foot and crossed her arms.
“The white ones are going to be more comfortable. I’m not carrying you when your feet get tired. You’re wearing the white ones.”
“Please, Daddy?” She poked out her little lip, and in an instant, I was butter.
