by Loni Ree
Fortunately, several deep breaths and running through football stats in my head does wonders for my erection. As I walk, I feel the cum drying on my leg hairs and regret my decision to skip underwear. In the back of my mind, I make plans to torture my little beauty tonight for all my grief.
We walk into the bright and cheerful living room, and Holly’s aunt gives us each a big hug. My mouth drops open in shock when she turns to me and smiles, saying, “I’m so glad you weren’t a drug dealer after all.”
“Aunt Mabel!” Holly’s face turns the same red shade as her shirt.
“Oh my God, I’m dying.” A cute blonde walks out of the kitchen, holding her side as she giggles. “You weren’t supposed to tell him you thought he was a drug dealer at first.” The blonde walks over and holds out her hand, “I’m Samantha, the sane one in this family. Holly’s best friend since kindergarten.”
“Humpf,” Aunt Mable grumbles then shrugs and keeps explaining, “What was I supposed to think when a hot eighteen-year old moved into such a nice house and with that car? Huh? Drug dealer.”
Holly’s face continues glowing as she tries to hush her aunt, but the older lady continues her story. “At least, you turned out to be a lawyer so my niece could be your cheetah.”
I’m unable to control my laughter, and Holly glares at me as the tears run down my face. At that moment, love for my cheetah almost overwhelms me. Not only are we perfect for each other, but our two crazy families are made for each other.
Chapter 6
Jordan
A few weeks later, I decide to take Holly to lunch. After clearing my schedule for a few hours, I head over to her office, eager to get some time alone. My case load has increased, and Holly has extended her office hours, so I haven’t been seeing my girl as much as I’d like lately. I’m planning on changing that right after the holidays. I don’t want Holly to feel rushed, but I also can’t wait much longer to make her mine forever.
Wearing these pants without underwear will go down as the worst decision in history. Every time I’m within five feet of Holly, my dick stands up straight as if trying to get her attention. I have no idea how I’m going to manage to eat with my cock pointing right down the side of my pants leg. Hopefully, I can control the fucker until I get Holly alone.
When I walk into the lobby, Samantha is busy with a call and signals me toward Holly’s office so I wave and keep walking. I tap my fingers on the open door, and Holly’s head snaps up. “Hey, let me finish up a few things and I’ll be ready for lunch.” Holly smiles as I walk into her office.
Seeing her sitting behind the desk with her white lab coat covering her professional blouse and pants turns my dick to stone. There’s no way I’ll be able to hide my condition from anyone now. Looks like lunch will have to wait until after I get some relief. Before she can move, I shut and lock the door behind me then walk around the desk. Her eyes widen as I lean down and take her lips. While devouring her lips, I pull her from the chair and lay her across the desk. “Before our date, I need your help with a condition I’ve developed called Beautiful Blonde-Induced Dick Enlargement. I can’t walk anywhere like this, and you caused it,” I whisper against her lips before leaning back and looking down at the growing bulge.
Holly’s eyes follow mine, and she smirks. “And how do I offer relief? It sounds very serious.”
“Well, I need you to release the pressure on my dick by any means possible. I’m sure you can think of some way to help me out.” After my plea, Holly traces my swollen cock through the material with her finger, and I groan, “That’s exacerbating my issue.”
I can’t resist unbuttoning the front of her prim blouse and pulling the lacy bra below her perky breasts then sucking her tight nipple into my mouth. As I gently bite down, she fumbles to pull my pants open before pulling my pulsing erection out. We struggle to tear the rest of our clothes off without giving up our prizes. When she runs her thumb over the head of my cock while wrapping her tight little fist around it and squeezing, I whisper, “Condition Critical,” against her soft flesh.
Once I’ve given both of her little buds the same treatment, I stand back and drop into her office chair. I’m about to come in her hand and need a second to get myself under control while resisting the urge to slam into her tight little pussy and fuck the hell out of her. When she looks confused by my sudden withdrawal, I groan, “I’m about to embarrass myself. I need a second to get my secondary issue under control. Premature Dick Eruption.”
“Mr. Kane, you need a lot of care. I’m going to need to give your conditions extra attention to make them all better.” Her sassy pout further increases the size of my dick, and I groan at the thoughts running through my mind.
After a few seconds, I tug her little ass to the edge of the desk as she stares at me through lust-filled eyes. Her breath hitches when I slowly unhook her slacks and pull them down her legs. “I thought we were working on your condition right now?” she stutters out while lifting an eyebrow in question.
I smile before answering, “My massive problem isn’t going anywhere. We’ll get to it soon. I’m worried you might be coming down with a similar disorder I need to address, called Big Dick-Induced Wet Pussy Syndrome. I’d feel terrible if I didn’t take care of the issues I’m causing you right now.” After winking playfully, I lean down and spread her pussy lips.
The honey dripping from her tight little hole calls to me. At the first lick of my tongue across her wet center, Holly arches her back and cries out my name, causing a steady flow of cum to leak from my throbbing dick and coat my stomach. I run my fingers through the dew then slowly stretch her tight walls with two fingers while sucking on her little clit. Holly’s chanted, “Fuck me,” nearly causes me to lose my mind. “Come for me first, Baby,” I groan as I twist my fingers and lightly bite her little bud. She moans my name as her pussy spasms around my fingers. I lick her honey until the tremors stop then kiss my way up her gorgeous, limp body. After running my tongue along her earlobe then giving it a gentle bite, I whisper, “I may have failed at curing your Wet Pussy Syndrome. I fear more effort is needed, but don’t worry, I won’t give up until you’re all better.”
Holly giggles then wraps her arms around my neck as she looks up into my eyes. “I doubt there’s any way to fix my problem any time you’re around. I’ll just have to learn to live with it.”
“Let’s not give up so easily,” I suggest as I pull her long leg around my waist. While running my cock through her juices, I’m unable to resist the desire to nibble on her delectable neck. The need to finally sink into her body overtakes me, and I slowly push into her tight center. The first thrust causes my eyes to roll back into my head. I have to pause and take several deep breaths while her tight hole stretches to accommodate me. I’m so close to losing my mind and thundering into her tight, little pussy. Once I have control, I roll my hips as Holly tightens her long legs around me. Her silky walls massage my sensitive cock, and I begin pounding into her wet center. When I feel my orgasm barreling toward me, I reach between us and firmly rub her clit. That’s all it takes for her to explode. Her silky pussy spasming tightly around my shaft causes my orgasm to slam through me. I barely have the energy to hold myself up on my elbows as the room darkens around me, and I drop my sweaty forehead to her chest while I catch my breath.
Once I’m able to push words past my dry throat, I croak, “Fuck, Baby. You’ve temporarily alleviated my Beautiful Blonde-Induced Dick Enlargement, but I’m sure it won’t be long before you do something to cause it to return. Like breathing.” Her laughter fills the room, and my dick begins to harden again. Too bad her lunch period isn’t long enough to alleviate my condition again.
We never make it out to eat. By the time we clean up from our before lunch treatment session, Holly is almost late for her afternoon appointments. Luckily, she has a small bathroom in her private office for quick after sex showers.
Chapter 7
Holly
Our relationship has steadily grown,
along with my love for Jordan. I was falling hard for him from the beginning, but when he named his hard-ons after me, that sealed the deal. We keep inching closer to making our relationship more permanent, and I couldn’t be happier. The summer is long over, and fall is in full swing. Jordan’s case load at the firm has started to increase, causing him to work extra hours, and I’m getting so busy at the office that I’ve had to implement extended hours. I hate all the time this takes away from my relationship with Jordan, but we spend as much time together as we can find.
Since Jordan’s siblings and Uncle Harris have plans for Thanksgiving, we spend the day with Aunt Mabel and Samantha. I try to warn Jordan that it will be a unique experience, but he doesn’t believe me until he sees the “pseudo turkey.” My aunt has a moral objection to executing a turkey for her feast, so she creates an imitation turkey out of mashed potatoes and gravy with a green bean center. When Jordan starts blinking rapidly and swallowing repeatedly while staring wide-eyed at my aunt’s creation, I lean close and whisper, “I promise to make this up to you later.”
As I run my hand up and down his thigh under the table, I feel his muscles jumping under the fabric. Jordan reaches down and covers my hand with his before leaning over to reply next to my ear, “I’m not sure what’s more torture, this meal or sitting here and not being able to do anything about the hard-on you’re causing.”
He looks up into my eyes, and I wink then look over at Aunt Mable as she starts serving her dish. Jordan gets his revenge during the evening. Every time Aunt Mabel and Samantha are occupied, he makes sure to touch me or brush against some part of my body. I’m so aroused by the end of the night, I’m ready to jump him as soon as we get in the car.
The drive home feels like it’s taking forever. I glance over and see Jordan’s knuckles gripping the steering wheel tightly, then I look down at his lap and see the reason. “Looks like you have developed your condition again,” I point out, and he groans when I reach over and unzip his pants. “Let me take care of that for you,” I whisper, and his huge cock jumps when I wrap my hand around it. Cum oozes from the tip so I rub the liquid around the head.
Jordan warns, “You need to stop. I’m about to lose control.” I ignore his warning and lean down to wrap my lips around his dick. His shout fills the car as I begin to suck and tug on his rigid flesh. A few seconds later, the car jerks to a stop on the side of the road as his dick jerks, and spurts of cum fill my mouth.
“That was much better than Aunt Mabel’s dinner,” I remark after I help tuck him back in his pants.
He’s got his head back against the headrest and opens one eye to look at me before shaking his head. Then he asks, “How in the fuck did I get so lucky to find you?”
“Milo decided to give you a welcome present,” I remind him, and he laughs before pulling the car back onto the road.
“When we get home, I’m going to return the favor,” he promises, and I squirm in my seat the rest of the way home thinking about it.
Jordan doesn’t waste any time keeping his promise. He pulls me into the bedroom and demands, “Get the dress off if you ever want to wear it again.” I don’t waste a second. I spin around for him to unzip me then step out of my dress. I’m left standing in my lacy bra, thong undies, and red high heels. Jordan groans and pulls the cups of the bra down under my breasts then leans down to close his lips over one nipple while rolling the other one between his fingers. My head falls back, and his arm around my waist is the only thing keeping me from falling. He gently lays me across the bed and stops me when I go to remove my shoes. “Leave them on,” he growls as he kisses down my stomach. Jordan pulls my undies down and falls to his knees between my spread legs. Lifting my knees and placing them over his shoulders, he winks and whispers, “I’ve always wanted to see those shoes wrapped around my shoulders.”
Holding my pussy lips open with his thumbs, he runs his tongue up my slit repeatedly until I’m squirming on the bed. Then he runs the tip of it along the outside of my clit, teasing me until I’m mindless. When he starts nibbling lightly on my clit while thrusting a finger slowly into my wet center, an orgasm starts hovering just out of reach. “Fucking stop teasing me,” I grumble, and he takes mercy on me, adding a second finger and twisting it to rub against my g-spot while sucking on my clit. My knees tighten around his head as I come and scream out his name. He licks my spasming pussy lightly as the aftershocks run through my body. Jordan picks me up and lays my head on the pillow then stands on the side of the bed and begins stripping. As I watch him, I unhook and toss my bra aside then kick off my shoes.
He crawls over me and kisses his way up my body, which has reawakened. He runs his tongue around one nipple then nibbles on it while tugging on the other, and my back arches off the bed as electricity streaks through my body. His heavy dick is laying on my thigh, and I reach down and run my finger over it, causing him to groan against my flesh. When I rub the pre-cum around the head, he bites my nipple lightly then jerks out of my reach and leans over to grab a condom out of the bedside table. After rolling on the condom, he runs his cock up and down my hole, wetting himself in my cream, then slowly starts pushing into my wet center. His first thrust causes my eyes to roll back. Even after all this time, it still takes a few seconds to get used to his size.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” Jordan groans as he slowly starts circling his hips. Taking his time, he thrusts and hits all my sensitive spots while rubbing my clit lightly. Every time I feel an orgasm sneaking up, Jordan slows his thrusts or softens his touch. Always letting me get close, but never quite close enough to send me over into an orgasm. Finally, the slow buildup leads to the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced. Lights flash behind my eyes, and I black out for a few seconds as my body explodes. I open my eyes in time to watch Jordan throw back his head and grunt out his release. As he rolls over and pulls me onto his chest, I sigh and snuggle my face into his neck. He slowly rubs his hand up and down my back while our breathing returns to normal. “This was the best Thanksgiving ever,” he declares, and I lift my head and stare down at him with my eyebrow raised.
“Uh, my aunt served fake turkey made out of mashed potatoes,” I remind him, and he laughs as he continues rubbing my back.
“Yeah, but you know how to make up for a lousy dinner. Plus, I don’t ever have to worry about getting fat with Aunt Mabel cooking holiday dinners.”
Chapter 8
Holly
The Kane Firm Christmas party is this weekend, and I’m attending with Jordan. Candace and Samantha help me pick out the perfect dress for the occasion. The navy blue velvet sheath dress is very conservative, except for the slit that runs all the way up the side and gives a nice view of my thigh. I fell in love with the small crystals lining the strapless, sweetheart neckline. Candace insisted that I wear five-inch crystal encrusted heels to match.
Jordan blinks several times when I open the door. “Baby, you look beautiful. I fucking hate to let any other men see you tonight.” He steps into my foyer and kicks the door closed. As his lips cover mine, all thoughts about tonight flee my mind. “Let’s get out of here before I say fuck it and keep you here to work out your little pussy all night long,” he groans then nips my ear.
“Are you giving me a choice?” I ask, and he laughs as he wraps my coat around me then leads me out to the car. Seeing him dressed in his custom tuxedo has caused me to wish we could skip the party and stay home instead.
“You look very handsome, by the way.” I kiss his cheek as he opens the car door and helps me inside. After he slips into the driver’s seat, his masculine scent wraps around me, and I wish we could forget about this party and head back home for a private party.
Once we are driving down the road, Jordan turns to me and smirks. “Don’t worry, your pussy is going to get a pounding later. That fucking dress has caused my Beautiful Blonde-Induced Dick Enlargement to return. Lucky for you, I planned ahead and strapped the fucker down so no one would see it.”
Thoughts of how we are going to end the night cause me to squirm in my seat the entire way to the hotel. Jordan runs his hand up and down my thigh as he switches gears, and it drives me crazy. I’m happy I decided against undies tonight. They’d be ruined before we even reached the event.
When we arrive at the hotel, Jordan takes my hand and leads me past the lobby to the ballroom. The entire room is decorated in gold and red with a large Christmas tree standing in the center of the room. Jason, Candace, and Harris Kane are standing in front of the Christmas tree. Anxiety hits me as guests turn to watch us enter. “Jordan, so happy you could make it.” The older man walks up and slaps Jordan on the back.
Jordan squeezes my hand then smiles at his uncle. “Uncle Harris, you remember my girlfriend, Dr. Holly Jacobs?”
His uncle’s eyebrows raise slightly, then he smiles and leans in to envelope me in a bear hug. “What do you see in my ugly nephew? I thought you’d have come to your senses and run by now,” he jokes, and I laugh with the rest of family as Jordan pulls me to his side.
He snaps back at his uncle, “That’s not funny, old man.” Candace and Jason tease Jordan about his lack of a sense of humor.
While the group at our table is discussing boring legal matters, I sneak out to the restroom. As I’m re-applying lipstick in the outer room, I overhear a conversation in the main bathroom that shatters my heart. “Harris Kane and the partners decided it’s time for Jordan to settle down with an appropriate wife.” There’s rustling around, then the voice continues. “He’s dating the old chick to rub in their faces that he can still rebel if they push him too hard. Jordan will never change.” I can’t hear the other woman’s remark as water turns on. Once the sink turns off, the snickering voice laughs. “I doubt he keeps her much longer than it takes to piss Harris and the rest of them off.”
