by Dee Dawning
His head shook. “No, Lora I looked for you and couldn’t find you. I thought you left,”
She uncrossed her legs and spread them a couple feet apart. “Well, I didn’t leave. I went into the lady’s room and satisfied myself. I pretended I was on your lap and if you would have been near, you would have heard me scream as loud as Miss Bosco did.”
Even in the shadows of her skirt, he could see the outline of her labia through the robin’s egg blue panties she wore. Dana’s manhood began to stir. “I would have liked to have seen that.”
A coy, but mischievous smile formed in Lora’s beautiful, wide lips. “I’d have let you watch.”
He grew harder visualizing those lips around his cock. “What about now? Would you let me watch now?”
Her smile turned absolutely devilish. “I would like that, for starters.”
He pushed his chair from the desk and stood. “Lora. I need to check a couple things in the hotel. Would you like to accompany me?”
Graceful as a ballerina and not much heavier, she rose. “I would be pleased to accompany you.”
“Good, let’s take the stairs. There’s this room upstairs, where we’re testing a new mattress.”
Her lips curled into an impish grin. “Mr. A…Dana. Couldn’t you could be a little more subtle than that?”
He laughed and she took his arm and snuggled in close to him as they walked to the staircase.
He could tell Lora was nervous from the slight tremble in her slender frame as she clung to him on the staircase, but once in the special room she displayed no inhibitions. She waltzed around the room touching things as if she were looking to purchase something or even the room. Her fingers caressed the purple and coral floral drapes as she gazed out the window. Her lovely face turned to Dana. “Nice view.” Her long feminine fingers roamed the top of the dresser, opening the top drawer. Standing by the nightstand, she picked up the hotel call card and flicked the lamp on and off.
Finally, she came to the bed, running her hand along and over the coordinated bedspread. “Mmm, looks comfy.” She turned and leaped backwards onto the front edge of the bed and bouncing up and down, giggled as if she were a teen. Looking up at Dana, her eyebrows rose and lifted her forefinger up across her beautiful lips. “Why Mr. Allen, I believe I detect a pronounced bulge in your trousers. Too bad you don’t have a cd player in here. I’d do a striptease for you.”
A striptease would be nice, but not today. He was already brimming with need. God, she looked good. He couldn’t wait to see her lithe frame naked. “Next time. For now, I want to watch you play with yourself,” he quipped as he cast a wicked smile in her direction.
She stood long enough to unzip and step out of her dress. Sitting back on the bed in her light blue lace panties and bra, she flashed an even wickeder smile at him. With her face partially angled away, but her gaze focused solely on him, she lifted a single eyebrow. “I’ll be happy to, but I’d like to see some skin too. How about, you show me yours and I show you mine.”
He laughed, unzipped his pants and slipped his burgeoning cock out.
She gulped, then ran her tongue across her lips. “My Dana, you have a big one.” She unfastened and removed her bra. Her long blond hair draped over her shoulders and covered half of her breasts, but he could see enough to know he liked what he saw. Her breasts were smallish—maybe B cup—but well formed and perfect for her slight frame. Her areolas were pink, casino chip sized and her perky nipples jutted out like thimbles, begging to be sucked upon. He wanted to suck on her nipples. He wanted to do everything to her.
Before he got too wrapped up in her nipples, she laid back. Placing her high heeled pumps on the bed, her hips rose allowing her to slide her panties down to her thighs. As Lora’s fabulous legs twined and rose straight up, she slid her panties up and over her heels. Dana’s fist went around his cock. With her blue panties still hung up on the heel of her left foot she spread her legs wide—and Dana received his first view of Lora’s unadorned cunt.
She watched as he stroked himself, while his gaze devoured her form. She was everything he’d imagined, with her tiny waist, and her perfect looking breasts and ass. While a teardrop diamond pendant graced her navel, her pussy was smooth. A series of four butterfly tattoos adorned her abdomen. Starting from her mons, and, favoring her right side, they grew progressively smaller as they rose almost up to her waist. He decided he would have fun exploring her fabulous body.
A childish laugh ushered forth. “I can tell you like what you see. How about this?” Her fingers glided down to her pussy, rubbing her clitoris for a few seconds, and moving on to splay her folds for him, she showed him her pink.
By then Dana had removed his long sleeved white shirt and tie. “I love it. I have something right here that can fill up that sexy opening you have.”
She laughed her lovely laugh again. “So I see.” She slid back on the bed a foot and retrieving a pillow, slipped it under her head. “Now, I can watch you jack off.”
Jacking off, he was. He was so wound up his skin tingled and felt like he floated in air and she hadn’t even started yet. “Hurry up.”
She lowered her legs and still wearing her heels set her feet on the bed, and spread her legs to the widest angle possible. “I used to be a gymnast. How’s that?”
“Fantastic, I don’t know if I can wait for you to come.”
“Then don’t. Come fill me up. It’s what I want anyway.”
Still beating off, he edged up to her. She sighed. “You sure look big.”
As he shoved two fingers in her, she gasped and chirped, “Ooh.” The fingers barely fit. “Girls are supposed to like it big. Don’t you like it big?”
“I think I do.”
“Well let’s see, shall we?”
She wondered out loud. “Are you sure that will fit inside me?”
He stared at her. “Either you want me to fuck you or you don’t. What’s it going to be?”
She pursed her lips coquettishly, then squealed excitedly, “Fuck me!”
She jerked as he reached down and slipped a large, long finger into her sopping wet channel. “You’re lubricated enough.” she felt another finger join the one drilling her core. “Let’s try it.”
He positioned his hardness between her folds at the entrance to her deep well and pushed. It went in only a short distance so he retreated some and once more shoved his cock inward. It went in further, he could feel it, but it was in no more than an inch or two. “Spread your legs wider if you can.”
She tried and once more he thrust. It entered another inch. “We’re getting there. The next one should get it.”
“Wait,” She yelled. “We need protection. Don’t you have any condoms?”
She sighed when his cock retreated. He sauntered over to his discarded slacks. He picked up his pants, reached in a front pocket and pulled out three foil packets. He wagged his eyebrows as he threw two in the nightstand drawer. “For tomorrow.”
Positioning himself back between her thighs, he handed a packet to her. “Slide it on, will you?”
Unwrapping it, she placed the condom at the top of his cock, which rose about an inch above his navel, and rolled it down the shaft.
His eyes locked with hers. “I don’t suppose you have any vaginal gel handy? I think we may need some lubricant just to get started.”
She shook her head in confusion. “No. Big dicks are kind of a new thing with me.”
He laughed. “Well darling, tight cunts are kind of new to me, too.”
He reached down and once more inserted his fingers inside her. One at first, then two. Dana enjoyed the foreplay, but what he really looked forward to ramrodding her pussy with his cock. When he decided she was as ready as she was going to get, he took some of the crème from her juiced up cunt and rubbed it over the top and down the length of his shaft. Then, repeating what he’d done before, he placed his manhood between her inner labia at the opening of her tunnel and shoved.
“Ooh!” She ga
sped.
His cock went in fairly good. Maybe she was getting used to his size. “Spread your legs again, up in the air this time.” She did and once more he plowed into her and it felt like he went in four, maybe even five inches.
“Aww, Jeeze, you’re big.”
He chuckled. “Jeeze, you’re small. Don’t worry, we’re almost there, baby.”
“I hope this is all worth it when you’re in me.”
“It will be.” He pulled back slightly and rammed it in with force. His thrust wrenched a sob of delighted pain from her, as it slid in. “I’m in.”
After a few seconds she said, “Thank God. It feels all right now, but at first it felt as if I’d been ripped apart.”
He didn’t move for a few seconds and when he did he only moved slightly. “I know. I need to let your pussy expand. It’s not used to being stretched this much.” Very slowly and marginally, he began moving in and out, gradually increasing the tempo until after a minute or so he was able to stroke her in a normal rhythm.
Chapter Seven - Conception
To no one’s surprise and Stuart’s glee, Fallon’s period never materialized. So she made an appointment for three days later, with the gynecologist she’d selected. The Doctor confirmed what she already knew, she was three and a half weeks pregnant.
Stuart leaned back in his chair and grinned at the information she’d just fed him. “That’s marvelous news, Fallon and on our first try. I couldn’t be more pleased.”
“Yes, I’m pleased, too, but I really loved the sex. I hope this doesn’t affect my libido. When do we go up there again?”
He smiled and held his hands out as if expressing his lack of control. “Not for awhile.”
Her lips formed a pout.
Stuart stared at her with intensity. “If you want to see if your sex drive is intact, I could make love to you.”
She shrugged. “As much as I would like that, it’s not part of the arrangement. Dana has to be on board for everything we do. It’s only right. He is my husband after all.”
Stuart cupped his chin. “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He leaned forward resting his arms on his desk. Let me talk with him. As for now, you can use my private plane to fly up to Tahoe to be with Dana whenever you can get away from the show, providing it’s available.”
Excitement spread through her. “Oh, thank you Stuart.” She went around the desk, put her arms around his neck and kissed him with passion. “If it’s all right, I think I’ll fly up this weekend.”
His smile seemed devious. “Why don’t you hold off until I talk to Dana? Who knows what can be worked out?”
“All right, but don’t wait too long. I have to get back to the showroom. We’re rehearsing at one p.m.”
* * * *
Dana picked up the intercom. “Yes.”
“Hi, it’s me. You have a call on one from the Big Kahuna in Vegas.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call him that.”
“Alright, have it your way.”
“Thanks Lora.”
“Dana?”
“Yes, darling.”
“I’m still sore.”
“Shush, someone might hear you. I have to take this call, now. We’ll talk later.” He pushed line one. “Dana Allen.”
“Hey Dana, it’s Stu. How’re we doing up there?”
“Not bad, I can’t speak for the rest of the hotel, but we’re on schedule.”
“That’s great. I have some great news, too. Fallon is with child.”
His heart fluttered as he exhaled sharply. For the first time the gravity of the situation eclipsed the dollar signs in his mind. My wife was going to have Stuart Wynne’s baby. But then his greed overtook his remorse. She was carrying a million dollar jackpot.”
“Dana? Are you there?”
The urgency in Stu’s voice brought him back to reality. “Yes, I’m here. I suppose, I feel mixed emotions.”
“Understandable. As you know, the contract provides for us to have polyandrous intimacies at least monthly, until the sixth month.”
“Yes, I remember. Should I expect you and Fallon here in two weeks?”
“No, that won’t work. In her condition, I wouldn’t want Fallon traveling so often. I think you should come here every weekend.”
My God. He has two insatiable wildcats on his hands and now he has to go to Vegas and fuck his wife, too? “Ah, umm. I’m thinking I hate to leave the hotel at such a critical time.”
“Good point, I appreciate your loyalty, but what about Fallon? She’s a sexual woman. She shouldn’t have to go without sex.”
So that’s the reason for the call. “Do you have any suggestions?”
“Obviously, I could take care of her needs, but she would never go for it without your approval.”
Stu paused, but Dana waited for him to continue. “If you were to give her that approval, I’d make it worth your while.”
“In what way?”
“I would send you a five thousand dollar check for each time.”
Dollar signs again. “You know, I’d have to take your word for that and though, I have no reason to think you’d cheat me, I’d feel better if we made it a flat quarter of a million.”
“Fifty thousand.”
“Two hundred thousand.”
“One hundred thousand, otherwise, you can plan on every other weekend here in Vegas.”
“All right, one hundred thousand. How will we do this?”
“I’ll pen a letter of permission and email it to you to sign. When I get it back signed, I’ll wire you half. When we reach the sixth month, I’ll wire the rest.”
“All right, but I’m not giving up all rights with her. I reserve the right to join you in Vegas.”
“Of course. In fact, I just told Fallon she could use the plane when I’m not. So don’t be surprised if she shows up looking for some loving. Oh, one more thing. If you tell her about this money, you forfeit the million dollars.”
“I wouldn’t tell her, but why?”
“It’s for your benefit as much as mine. If you're getting paid for her to go to bed with me, it makes you look like a pimp and her like you know what.”
“I understand, she’ll never hear it from me.”
* * * *
Staring across the table in the cafeteria, Lora took a bite of her Cesar Salad. After swallowing, she batted those gorgeous, big, blue eyes at him. “So, is there some way you could get a penis reduction for me.”
He shook his head in disbelief at the audacity of her suggestion. “Oh, it could be done, but there’s no way I’d ever do it.”
“But what about me? I can’t go through life with a sore vagina.”
He struggled to keep from raising his voice. “Lora, you have a sumptuous body, a heavenly face and you’re a great fuck. But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m cheating on my mistress with you, who in turn, I’m cheating on my wife with. There couldn’t possibly be a ‘go through life’ with you in the picture.”
“But I thought—“
They both glanced up at the beautiful black woman who had stopped at their table, holding a cafeteria tray. “Hi Mr. Allen. I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I see you so seldom. Anyway, there’s a situation that I need to discuss with you.”
Dana smiled. “Trudy, so good to see you. How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Dana. What do you need to talk about?”
He noticed her glance at Lora. “Oh, I’m sorry, Trudy, This is my secretary, Lora Nelson.”
Trudy smiled at Lora. “Lora. Pleased to meet you.”
Lora smiled too and hitched her head. “The pleasure is all mine.”
“Trudy my door is always open to you. Come by any time or if you prefer, you can call.”
Trudy nodded and smiled. “Thank you Mr…Dana. I’ll do that. Sorry, I disturbed your lunch.”
Lora smiled and nodded. While Dana said, “Don’t worry about it.”
Lora watched as Trudy sashayed away.
“
Where were we now? Oh, I remember.—”
Lora turned back toward me and watched Trudy walk away. “Who was that woman?”
“Her name’s Trudy. Sorry, I don’t know her last name.”
Lora sighed. “She’s gorgeous. What does she do?”
“Right now she’s an escort. When the hotel opens she’ll one of the hotel’s escorts.”
Lora shifted in her chair. “Well, she’s beautiful.”
“So are you?”
“Humph! If I am, I’m beautiful like a million cookie cutter beautiful, blue-eyed, blonde Barbie dolls. She was exquisite. I’d like to look like her. She is exotic. I can picture her with a beautiful white man, like you.”
I pursed my lips. “Yeah, well, I already have my hands full with three very beautiful women, which brings me to the point I wanted to make, before Miss Exotic interrupted us.”
“Which is?”
He fidgeted in the seat from exasperation. “You’re low woman on my totem pole.” He chuckled at his own corny joke. “Besides, you are tight because you’re inexperienced, but you’re not that tight. Having rough strenuous sex, like we have, every morning for the last six days, would make anyone sore.”
She pursed her lips. “Maybe you’re right. Why do we do it first thing in the morning?”
“It’s better that way. We’re less likely to be missed and if we are, they would think we came in late. Besides, Michelle never comes in before, eleven. She stays with the choreographers and production people until eight, then visits me in my suite.”
