CHAPTER 6
HOWIE
My chauffeur stacks Lacy’s new wardrobe in the trunk of my limo. We slip into the back seat and I notice the wet spot between Lacy’s legs. Her jeans are soaked through from our experience on the floor of the dressing room. I catch myself staring.
“Humbert,” I say to the driver. “Please roll up the partition.”
Lacy’s eyes widen as the black-out window goes up and a divide is created between the driver and us in the backseat. It’s like she’s never been in a limo before. Oh right. She probably hasn’t been. That’s why I love my Lacy. She’s barely seen a thing a thing in the world. But god, she sure knows how to come. This blonde angel is a little orgasm queen. Every time I rock her with my tongue, I tell myself this is it, you’re coming with me everywhere.
“You are aware we’re totally alone now?” I say to her. I lower my hand to my bulge.
“We are?” she asks, her gaze doe-eyed and wet.
“Yes Lacy. Now that the partition is up, the driver can’t see us or hear us. It’s like we’re all alone, on a foreign country. Something similar to Italy.”
“Are you really taking me to Italy?” she says breathlessly. The girl looks so excited.
“Of course baby. Just as soon as we get you totally outfitted and make sure your aunt is all set up and comfortable. We’re going to have a marvelous time.”
But she pauses for a moment before scooting over to me on the black leather bench.
“Mr. Bates?” she asks breathlessly.
“Yes Princess?”
“I think my pussy needs to breathe again. My pussy wants to be free. It’s just so puffy and throbbing and my pants are so tight.”
“That’s right. Those are some tight pants.” I lean over to my princess and pop my hand onto one of her sumptuous tits. She lets her head fall back on the limo bench seat. I pull her boob out of her bra and it bobbles there for a moment, so pert and full of juice. I tilt my head down and suck on her pink nipple as I undo her pants and try to get them over her juicy ass with one hand.
She moans and I look up at her, my blue gaze hungry. Her lips are parted and perky. God I just want to slip my shaft inside again. With that, I’m unbuttoning my fly and zipping it down. My heavy erection flops out and like a magnet, points unerringly towards her holes. I lay Lacy on her back and ask if I can shove my huge cock in her lips again.
“Just for a little kiss baby,” I say soothingly. She nods slightly, and I get in position, straddling the girl’s head while careful not to sit on her. She licks her lips and I tap the tip of my cock on them. The little bead of cum spreads over her lips like gloss. She opens and accepts my shaft. I push deeper and deeper in that tight hot mouth.
It feels so good, my balls already going high and tight with need. But this isn’t what I need. I need her pussy. I’ve been aching for that thing for over twenty-four hours. And now that I know this is only the third time she’s had sex, I can’t wait any longer for a fourth. I pull my cock out of Lacy’s mouth and examine her pink pussy. She’s leaking juices all over the backseat of the limo. The black leather is absolutely slick with her need. I start to lick it up.
“Lacy baby,”
“Yes Howie,” she pants breathlessly, those tits heaving up and down.
“I’m coming in you, only me.”
“Only you baby!”
I mount my princess and thrust my shaft once. The tip touches her pussy hole and I breath in deep. I prepare for the next thrust. I grunt and growl as the limousine moves uptown to the French restaurant I’m taking Lacy to for lunch. She doesn’t even know. She won’t have to worry about the high prices, or about money for as long as she lives. She’s mine now. Unnh, she’s tight. I go in a little deeper. Not all the way. Just one-third of my giant shaft. Now halfway because that’s the size of an average dick. My cock is so gut wrenchingly huge that the girls from the past could hardly handle it. Some even denied me.
“It won’t fit,” they mewled desperately, faces stretched in rictuses of pain as they tried to accommodate my donkey dong. Screw that. I block the memories of those women out of my head. I never loved them. I was incapable of love, only lust. That is, until I met Lacy.
I look down into her eyes. We make deep eye contact as I growl and hold her hips high. This is it. I’m going in deep. Lacy doesn’t even know how big my cock is in comparison to other people’s. My cock is all she’s ever known and all she ever will know.
I growl at my princess. She moans and looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes are warm and limpid, filled with desire for me. I am relaxed and so hungry for her cunt all at once.
“Please Howie, please shove that cock in, please put it back where it belongs! I beg you Howie! Please!”
It’s a good thing that we’re driving down Broadway in the middle of the biggest city in America because Lacy starts screaming bloody murder when I enter her again. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Scream, moan, scream! She writhes under me like a little kitten, taking in each of my long deep pulls. If we were within earshot of the police, they’d be taking someone in for murder. That’s how serious Lacy’s screams sound.
And I’m right there with her. I growl and grunt and pull her deeper onto me. I flip her little body up so she’s sitting on my lap and I’m virtually launching her up and down my massive pole with my bare hands. I flip her around so her back is toward me and we’re sitting down. She’s gushing onto my cock as I dick her deep.
“Howie, Howie,” she moans breathlessly, boobs bobbling up and down. “I’m going to explode!”
“That’s right sweetheart. You come on my dick. It’s the only way to do it.”
I lick the inside of her ear as she lets out a shoot of come onto my stiff cock, her pussy convulsing. I jerk her up and down my length. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, but unfortunately, we’re arriving at the restaurant. I want my hot seed deep in Lacy before we stop.
“Ride me baby,” I growl, helping her turn back around so we’re facing each other. She jams her little body deep onto my cock as I squish and squeeze her sumptuous ass in my hands. I pull apart her ass cheeks and even go so far as to stick my finger into the tight brown opening of her asshole. She melts completely onto my shoulder as I pump her, and finally with a roar, I come deep inside her wet, pulsing hole. An animalist growl escapes as she fully relaxes on me, falling toward my chest as I pump my hips and thighs reflexively, experiencing the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“That was incredible, sweetheart,” is my compliment. “You’re amazing.”
She collapses into my chest and I hold her for what seems like too short a time. We’re parked now, the car still. But Humbert knows better than to interrupt, staying in the front seat as I clean us up.
“How would you like a fancy French lunch?” I growl against her ear. “Are you hungry?”
“Lunch?” she rouses herself, eyes dazed. “But it’s almost dinner time!”
Suddenly, I realize she’s right. It’s not Lacy who’s gone crazy. It’s me. I’ve lost track of time because the sex was so good. The chauffeur must have guessed at what we were doing in the backseat, and drove us around for hours so that we could have an all-out sex session without a break.
Holy shit. This has never happened before. In fact, I pride myself on always keeping my wits about me. It’s important when you’re on a battlefield with mortar raining down from the heavens and land mines under every foot.
But Lacy did this to me. With the beautiful girl, I’m transported out of my body, losing track of everything but us. Outside the limo, New York was dark and silent, testament to the onset of night.
“Well,” I say jovially. “It’s dinnertime then. Come on sweetheart.”
I jump out of the Limo and grab Lacy and an outfit from the trunk. It’s a beautiful satin gown in black. Simple and elegant. Just like the kind I’d want her to wear at my Italian villa. I pull out a box with red velvet shoes. She’s gonna look dazzling in this get-up.
“But Howie! My hair,” she protests. The blonde strands are slightly mussed from our horizontal activity, flowing about her shoulders in a marvelous carpet.
“You look gorgeous babe. You look incredible. You don’t need to do anything to those beautiful blonde locks. You have it all. Natural beauty.”
She smiles and applies red lipstick to her plump lips in the mirror of the limo. She’s totally glimmering. I put her on my arm and we walk inside the restaurant. Never have I felt so complete … and Lacy was the missing puzzle piece.