“When things calm down, I’d like that. I’ll leave my number with Horse.”
“Awesome! Bye now.” In her car Violet flipped Greg back off then drove on. Piper almost felt bad for her ex-husband. That is until Horace palmed her skull and pulled Piper up by her hair with a devilish smirk.
“Sure, you don’t want to be my ole’ lady?”
“Only when I feel the urge, Hobby Horse. I need to be getting home.”
“Hold on.”
Nope! She rode back to his place riding his cock, hands in her hair like a diva, and chest pressed into his. Her legs were her sole anchor but again he wasn’t flying down the road. Pulling into his drive they found Zach missing, overlooking him inside Piper’s car leaned back in the driver’s seat. While he should have jumped at the growl of the Fat Boy, he seemed to stay focused on whatever he was doing. Bike shut down Horace helped Piper off of his dick and guided her to her feet on the driveway.
Stepping off his bike he faced Piper and nodded as if ready to say goodbye. Before he could speak, she crouched down and swallowed his cock. Dining on her delectable juices which he had brought on during their ride she had to deep throat him one last time. Stretching back like a God, Horace let her steal his soul. A final nut of his day with her, she held it in her mouth and popped free of all nine inches. Climbing up to kiss him she shared his milky jizz like a stud, he rather enjoyed his own taste. Bad Boys!
“See you on Wednesday, Hobby.”
“Be safe Counsellor.”
“Always!” She looked around for her clothing then shrugged, “Ah well! Plenty more outfits at home. Tell Zach I said goodbye and that I want copies of all the pics and video. I like looking at myself.” She laughed then realized Zach was in her SUV. “There he is. I’ll just tell him myself. Oh! One last thing… can you make sure he and his friends… don’t brag. Playing things safe.”
“I got ’em.”
“Thank you, Hobby.” Wiggling away Horace puffed his cheeks. What an amazingly perfect bitch. He decided to go get cleaned up and ride over to the clubhouse. Violet needed a fifth.
Lost in his actions Zach heard the car door click and opened his eyes. His wiener in hand hidden within the cloth of her yellow leggings, he cringed. “Busted!”
“Three times! Sorry Piper.”
“Out!” He hurried from her seat and turned away from her to zip up, she never once saw his pecker. Leggings handed over she felt his wet leftovers. “Oh, look! More Junior mints.” She tossed her pants and shirt into the backseat. “Zachary?”
“Yes Miss Cherry?”
“Hug for the road?” She offered, he accepted, actually keeping his hands to himself. Respect suddenly? No, not Zach. “Keep quiet. Do you understand me young man?”
“Yes Ma’am! Dad likes you I can tell.”
“Don’t get any ideas. I’ll never be your new Mommy. Your dad invited me to your birthday party next Wednesday. Behave and I might buy you a present.”
“Really?”
“You like photography I see. I want copies.”
“Yeah, about that! I don’t know where I’ll develop my pictures, but it was fun taking them. Thanks for being so cool. I know it looks bad… ” She palmed his mouth. Once he shut up, she winked and got into her SUV, closing the door.
“Tell Horse to build you a dark room.”
“Basement has room.”
“See you tomorrow. Unless I’m busy.”
“Night.”
It was getting dark outside without any room. Backing out Piper drove home. The construction crew had gone home for the day, so that meant another raincheck. Too bad they were moving on to a new work site. Oh, well!
Time to relax! Wine sounded good. House all to herself. Just she and puppy.
As if!