Chapter 7
Ross
I sat on the couch staring at my phone and looking for directions to the private residence I’d be going to. Melinda said this couple was a great pair, but I was still a bit nervous going to someone’s house. It all seemed so personal, not that sex wasn’t, but bringing someone into your home—a total stranger, that just seemed too much. But then it was hard to imagine having anything like that invade my home space.
I glanced down to Katie who was stretched out in a chair across the room with her nose in a book and felt another wave of guilt for what I was about to go out and do. It could have been worse, I suppose. I could have been going out to a bar and getting wasted or going out to commit felonies and hurting people. Instead, I was just going out to pleasure people. Like a whore. A dirty, raunchy whore. I tried not to let those thoughts get to me, but it was hard when I saw Katie, so young and innocent and trusting in me. She also trusted me to provide and with the funds running low and no job in sight, she’d be much more disappointed without a home or food to eat.
My focus suddenly shifted as Mia arrived at the kitchen door to watch Katie while I went out on my new job. I’d told her I was working a few hours here and there doing security and she’d been good with that excuse and hadn’t asked me a hundred questions.
She walked into the living room wearing the shortest shorts I’d ever seen her in, revealing so much of her ass that if she bent over, I’d get a show. With it, she had on a concert t-shirt that had been ripped and tied on each side to make it fit her perfect waistline.
“Mia, what the hell?” I got up and pushed her back into the kitchen before she caught too much of Katie’s attention.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Reed?”
“You know what’s wrong. Those shorts. You’ll have to go home and change. I’ve told you I’m not having you running around my house half-dressed. People see you come and go from here and I can only imagine what they think.
“I’m a grown woman and perfectly legal, Mr. Reed. Even if what they think is true, it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong.” She leaned in giving me a peek at her small perky breasts from the stretched neckline. She had on another bra under it, and it had fallen off of one shoulder.
“Is that what you want? Are you showing up here dressed like a little slut hoping I’ll have sex with you?”
She lifted her bare shoulder and smiled. “Is that something you’ve thought about?” She tilted her head and bit her lip. “Because I can’t say I haven’t thought about it, Mr. Reed.”
I wasn’t about to admit that she’d made my dick hard a few times with her revealing outfits, and that was why I had started making her go home and change. “It’s not going to happen, Mia. I care about you, and we’re friends, but I don’t have sex with young women. Twenty-five is my cut-off. You’re much too young for me.”
“So, if I was older, would you?” She tilted her chin defiantly, and something told me it wasn’t that Mia really wanted to fuck me, but that she wanted to be desired.
“I’m not going to answer that, but I do think you’re a very beautiful girl, and any guy your own age would be crazy not to want you. Now go put some pants on and come back when you’re showing less skin.”
“Have you thought about me, Mr. Reed?” She looked up at me with her thick-lashed eyelids batting and a smirk on her face. “You can tell me. I’ll tell you what I’ve thought about.” Her eyes shifted to my crotch, and she stepped closer.
“Go. Change.” I turned and walked out to finish getting ready, and by the time I left, Mia had returned wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve flannel shirt that looked like it belonged to a boyfriend.
“You look really good for someone going out to do security, Mr. Reed.” She gave me a wink, and I kissed Katie, and as I walked back past Mia, she leaned forward and pursed her lips and closed her eyes.
I stopped and leaned down close to her face and looked into her eyes. “Not. Going. To. Happen.” She gave me a sour look and returned her attention to my TV.
I headed out to the car and grabbed my phone for the GPS. I had to find these people and be on time, and Mia’s clothing shenanigans had already put me a tad behind schedule.
When I found the house, I couldn’t believe how big it was. This couple was loaded, and as I drove into their gates, a few extra security lights lit up. There was a man at the door, and by his age and the way he was dressed, I didn’t think he was the client.
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.