CHAPTER FOUR: Nick

My cock gave a little twitch the moment I saw Fiona walk into the bar. I had hoped she would come, but wasn’t sure she would. There were a lot of mixed signals during our brief conversation. At first, I thought she was coming onto me, then I wasn’t so sure. Maybe she was just hitting me up for a big donation. Or just being polite. Then she made the “hard fuck” comment and in my horny degenerate mind, that was her opening the door for something more. She seemed to hesitate for a moment when I kissed her hand. I watched her walk away, hoping I would see her again, but unsure that I would.

I glanced at my watch just before she came in. It was nearly midnight. I planned to give her until twelve-thirty, then I would call the service and have the hot Russian twins I enjoyed so much delivered to my door.

Yes, I admit it, I pay for pussy, but it is primo pussy that most men would chop off an arm just to take a whiff of. You haven’t lived until you have a hot Russian babe riding your cock and her identical twin riding your face.

You might say that I do my part for international relations, in more ways than one.

Sure, I could have all the free pussy I wanted, but the old saying “you get what you pay for” is as true for pussy as it is everything else.

I waved Fiona over and gave her a friendly hug. She smelled amazing, like lilacs and vanilla. I kissed her cheeks and resisted the urge to press my lips to hers. I was pretty sure I was gonna fuck this girl’s brains out before the night was through, but I didn’t want to scare her off by being too forward right out of the gate. Like I said, sometimes I’m not so good at reading signals. That’s why I prefer to pay for pussy. There are no mixed signals; just negotiating for the price of services rendered.

All thoughts of other women vanished the moment she slid into the booth across from me. I let my eyes drink her in. Fiona Kassidy with a K was naturally beautiful. She had long blonde hair clipped back at the sides and curled to fall over her tanned shoulders. She was wearing a little black party dress that pushed her ample tits together to form a deep crevice of cleavage that I wanted to dive into. The dress was strapless and short, but not slutty short. It showed off her tanned shoulders and neck above and her long legs and thin ankles below. My mouth literally watered for her. I couldn’t wait to discover the parts of her body the dress was hiding.

Then she started talking and I found myself actually listening to what she had to say. Usually, when a woman started talking about anything other than business, I tuned out. Not on purpose and not in a rude way. It’s just the way what’s left of my brain works. I start thinking about fucking and that’s all I can think about. I may have OCD, ADD, ADHD, HGTV and a bunch of other letters. Or, I may just be a selfish asshole, which is Jesse’s hypothesis of my condition.

But with Fiona, it was different. I didn’t have to pretend to be interested in what she was saying because I truly was. I loved the sound of her voice. It was deep, husky, full of smoke and promise. I still wanted to fuck her brains out, but this woman was actually smart, interesting, educated, easy to look at and easy to talk to. She wasn’t like most women in my world. She was, well, different.

We started playing footsie under the table, then things got interesting. She slid her foot up my leg and started rubbing my cock with her foot. I slipped off my loafer and slid my toes between her legs and into her cunt. I was seconds away from shooting my load right there at the table when I remembered that we were near the restrooms. I asked if she wanted to meet me in the restroom and she said yes, without hesitation. I finished my drink and watched the door close behind her, then looked around the bar to make sure no one was paying any attention to us. There were a few guys left at the bar, boozing up young girls in short dresses. Hookers. Cheap pussy that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. No matter, they were too busy trying to get laid themselves to pay much attention to me.

My cock was hard as a rock as I slid out of the booth and went through the door that led to the hallway where the restrooms were located. I tapped on the women’s restroom door and she opened the door. She was standing there smiling at me with her thong hanging from a hooked finger. The scent of her sex filled my nose, made me smile.

I slipped inside the tiny restroom and closed and locked the door. I took off my tie and jacket and hung them on the back of the door, then put my hands on Fiona’s hips and backed her against the sink. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. The kiss was long and passionate, a little hard, like she hadn’t kissed anyone in a very long while and was trying to make up for lost time. She slathered her tongue across my lips and shoved it into my mouth.

I slid my hands around her waist and squeezed her round ass, then found the zipper at the back of the dress and tugged it down slowly as I chewed on her neck and shoulder. She panted in my ear.

She was wearing a black strapless bra. I made short work of the hooks in the back and her round breasts fell free. I cupped her soft globes and gave them a squeeze. Her tits were full and natural. Her nipples were long and erect, like my cock. When I squeezed her nipples, she moaned into my mouth.

I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her up to sit on the sink. She worked her ass from side to side to tug the dress up over her ass and to her waist. I looked down and smiled. Her neatly trimmed pussy was at the edge of the sink. I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees to taste her pink, juicy goodness.

“What are you doing?” she sighed.

“Tasting you,” I said.

“Oh… my…”

Fiona was gushing juices as I knelt in front of her and put my hands under her legs and flicked my tongue to her clit. She jumped a little and laughed. She propped her hands on the sink behind her to steady herself as I lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her thighs pressed to my ears as I licked her like an ice cream cone from anus to clit. Her juices flowed hot and tangy over my tongue. I lapped them up like a kitten lapping milk and swallowed every sweet drop.

“God… Nick…” she moaned. “I’m… going to… cum…”

“Cum, baby,” I said, my lips sucking at her clit. I brought up my thumbs from beneath her legs to spread her lips wide. Her hole glistened to me. When I drove my tongue deep inside her, Fiona’s body trembled and she gushed juice like water through a firehose, covering my mouth, cheeks, and chin with her wonderful scent and taste.

She threw back her head and bit her lip as she came, arching her ass off the sink to press it to my mouth. I licked and sucked and licked until she stopped quaking. She brought her hands around to my face and lifted me up.

“You wanna taste your pussy?” I asked, brushing my lips to hers. She didn’t answer. She put her hands on my cheeks and pulled me to her, pressing her lips to mine, probing my mouth with hers.

“I taste amazing,” she whispered. Her hands slid down my chest to my belt. I couldn’t wait any longer. I tugged my belt loose and unbuttoned my slacks and let them fall to my knees. My cock popped out like spring.

“Hello,” Fiona said breathlessly. She reached for my cock and pulled me to her. She swirled the head of my cock around her hole to lubricate it, then wrapped her legs around my waist and drew me to her. My cock is long and thick; too big to fit fully inside most women. Fiona was no exception. Her pussy was tight as a drum, forcing my cock to slide into her slowly, an inch at a time. I could feel her hole stretching to accommodate me. She sucked in air between her teeth and told me not to stop. She leaned back on her hands and moaned as I impaled her inch by inch.

“God… your pussy is so fucking tight…” I said, gritting my teeth to fight back the orgasmic fire that was igniting in my balls. I looked down between us to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I could only get halfway in, but it was enough to make my fucking toes curl. Fiona continued to gush her juices all over my crotch. It was an amazingly warm feeling that just turned me on even more.

“Your cock is… so… fucking big…” she said, biting at my ear. “Fuck me hard… Nick… fuck me… hard…”

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as I pummeled her pussy. The breath rushed out of her in gusts. I was panting like a dog. I thought I heard someone knocking on the door at one point, but I ignored it. I was ten seconds from cumming. I wasn’t about to stop now.

“Oh… god… I’m cumming… Nick…”

“Cum with me, baby,” I said, quickening the pace of my thrusts. My balls were tight and on fire. I could feel the lava flowing from within me as my cock drew closer to bursting inside her.

We came at the same instant. She dug her nails into my shoulders until it hurt like a motherfucker, but I kept pounding it to her. Her big tits bounced between us. I felt her heels digging into my ass, prodding me along. I pushed up on my toes and tightened every muscle in my body as I filled her with my hot milky seed. She gave as good as she got. I could feel her hot juices flowing out over my cock, soaking us both. A few more good thrusts and we froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed. I pulled back to look her in the eye.

“That was incredible,” I said, kissing her lips.

“Yes, it was,” she said quietly. She tried to smile but bit her lip instead. I thought I saw a tear in her eye.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“No, everything is just perfect,” she said with a sigh. She glanced down at the mess we’d made and began to laugh. “Damn, I should have recorded this on my phone.”

I frowned at her, then gave her an embarrassed roll of the eyes when I realized that she was referring to the sex tape of me and that reality star whose name I couldn’t remember, but whose ass I would never forget.

“Maybe we can videotape it next time,” I said, kissing her again. “I mean, if you want there to be a next time.”

“Yes,” she said, sliding her arms around my neck. “I’d like that very much.”