An adult stories – Pt. 45.5 – More Pussy Galore! by ITakePictures,ITakePictures More Pussy Galore!
This is part 45.5 of my continuing story.
All my characters are well over the age of consent.
This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.
Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.
Enjoy!
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Ali Gets Naked
This story begins with how things got started with Ali, the interior designer that was introduced in the previous story, Pt. 45 – I Enjoy Pussy Galore!
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The weather that Saturday in November had gotten worse, the chilly rain was coming down in sheets. I looked out the window of my conference room to discover hardly anyone was on the road.
I headed downstairs to where the family law attorney had her office and found her wrapping up the initial meeting with Ali.
While I was curious about the outcome, I couldn’t pry as I did not want to break any confidentiality norms. What the client says to their attorney is between them.
Their meeting was over, so I took Ali up to the top floor to my office. We made a stop on each floor for a quick tour so she could get a lay of the land. I was showing off. Ali was amused.
The more time I spent with her, the more intrigued I became. She was damn smart, funny, and oozed of incredible sex, even though she was not trying to. Or was she?
We sat in my conference room, and she shared with me she had filed for divorce and that her husband would be served papers in Las Vegas.
She laughed and said, “He messed up my weekend, I think it’s only fair to mess him up!”
We both laughed and she asked me how my meeting went.
I replied that it went better than I expected and then I asked, “I have some ideas as to how to fix your weekend, if you’re open to it.”
She smiled and replied, “What do you have in mind?” Her eyes were sparkling. God, she was gorgeous!
I started with, “The meeting went well, four of the five doctors are selling, and the fifth is going to run into some severe turbulence in his surgery center next week. Have you done any work in surgery centers or medical offices? Those four facilities are going to need upgrades and new interiors so we can reopen properly in early January. New owner, fresh look. Is this something you can do?”
“Sure, when do you want to talk about the details and the deadlines?”
“Soon, as in the next few days. As I mentioned this morning, I also need someone to oversee the interior design and client build out improvements in this building. We’re going to be leasing out a lot of space, plus I am relocating a couple of companies here, and I want an upscale look, but not elegant. Is this something you can manage?”
Surprised at all the work I was sending her way, Ali looked at me and asked, “Do you have a budget?”
I couldn’t stop staring at her, she was unbelievably striking. How any man could cheat on her was beyond me. I got a semi just looking at her. If I weren’t careful, if I didn’t control my thoughts, I’d soon have a redwood tree in my pants.
I thought for a moment, then spoke, “I am thinking of hiring your firm on a retainer of $25,000 a month, for your services, and as for the tenant improvement costs, we’ll figure out those budgets on a case-by-case basis.”
“How long would the retainer last?”
“At least a year, and then of course, there will always be some refurbishing that is ongoing.”
She smiled and said, “I can do that!” Ali reached out and touched my hand and an electric shock went through my body. Right to my stiffening cock.
I smiled back and followed that with, “And I know that the weather is bad, and going to get worse, but I also want to have you look at the new house I am building up off I-80. The roof is on, and the exterior walls are up, and I think the next to go in is the plumbing and electrical. I’m going up tomorrow morning. I think it might snow but I have a four-wheel drive truck and I don’t think it will be difficult to get in or out.”
Ali was all eyes and attentive. She responded with, “How about we talk about this over dinner tonight? I need to get home to my dog right now. Do you know Tuscany? Can you meet me there at 6?”
I smiled back and told her that would be great. If she had said “Meet me at Burger King” I would have been just as happy.
I tried to shake hands, but Ali wasn’t buying. She gave me a hug, those large tits crushing into my chest, kissed me softly on the mouth and whispered, “You are the answer to my prayers.”
She reached out and took my hand. We walked to the elevator, standing close to each other. Her fragrance was sublime. In the lobby, I helped her on with her raincoat, opened the umbrella for her, and she walked out of my lobby smiling, despite the driving rain and cold temperatures.
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I walked into the four-star restaurant a few minutes late. It was still raining, and the wind was blowing.
The place was quiet, the weather had kept many guests at home.
The host announced that my female guest had already arrived and took me to our booth, set way in the back of the restaurant where it was both private and semi-quiet.
Ali smiled up at me as I walked to the booth and I complimented her, saying, “You look great!”
She stuck her hand out for me to shake, I took her hand and bent over to kiss her on the cheek.
She turned her head and our lips connected for the second time.
She smelled great and those soft lips were heavenly.
Ali teased me with her tongue but there was no Frenching.
I liked everything about this woman.
Including the black dress with the scoop neck that nicely displayed the top half of her ample breasts.
She was a schemer, no doubt about it.
Ali was even more beautiful than when she left my office that afternoon. Filing for divorce will do that to a betrayed wife!
As I started to pull away, smiling, she whispered to me, “If you think I look great, imagine how I’m going to taste.”
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The champagne was already chilling when I sat down and after our nice server, a young hot blonde, named Erin, poured our flutes, she disappeared, and Ali and I started talking.
She started, boldly, with “You wanted me since the second you laid eyes on me at the jewelry store,” she purred at me. “Didn’t you feel the connection between us Rick?”
Before I could reply she said, “You got hard just watching me, didn’t you? Did you go home after I left your office and beat off, thinking about me?”
I must have blushed because my face burned a little red and I squirmed a bit in the booth seat like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn’t and then I returned her recollection with “Guilty as charged.”
Ali looked at me, leaned in a bit and whispered “I like having that effect on you Rick. I’ve been waiting since I first saw you to be alone with you.”
I was flattered to hear these words from her, and I smiled.
Ali signaled for me to lean in and then she shared “I was surprised you couldn’t smell me when we were together in your building. My panties were soaked from the moment we shook hands. Thank God I had on black slacks otherwise you would have seen how hot and wet you made me.”
My chin must have dropped, and she laughed.
“Rick, if it had only been the two of us in your building, I would have fucked you silly on your conference room table.”
She continued with “I’ve been thinking about what we would do together, in bed, since this morning.”
“So, you’ve been planning this for more than a few hours?” I teased her back.
Under the table, all this sex talk had my cock so hard and long it was almost painful.
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We didn’t really eat dinner; we enjoyed two bottles of fine champagne and a couple of appetizers.
I tipped our server three-hundred-dollar bills for her to keep things flowing but to allow us lots of privacy.
Erin took the host a hundred and told her not to seat anyone else in our section. She obliged.
Meanwhile, Ali had moved around the booth and was no longer sitting across the booth but perpendicular to me, her left hand on my right arm and our knees meeting under the table.
With each flute consumed Ali moved closer to me so by the end of the second bottle her left hand was on my right thigh, about halfway between my knee and my now throbbing man meat.
Ali knew exactly what she was doing, rubbing my leg, her nails teasing the inside of my thigh, her left breast poking my arm, allowing me to feel its fullness and the hard tip of her nipple even through my suit coat.
I was feeling surprisingly good too and took more than a few peaks at her cleavage all the while trying to maintain eye contact.
It was a challenge and Ali caught me peeking and whispered to me, “I like it when my titties get caressed, and my nipples get sucked. And I love titty fucks. Is that something you’d be good at doing?”
Looking at her straight in the eyes, I nodded. Her breasts were spectacular.
She wouldn’t pass the pencil test, but they looked substantial. I could play with them all night.
There was a slight lull in the conversation when Ali said, “I wrote something I want you to read.”
She took a folded note out of her purse and handed it to me.
“What’s this?” I asked her.
She just smiled and said “Read it. Then we’ll talk.”
I smiled back and opened the paper.
Across the top was a handwritten heading that said, “My weekend with Rick”.
Underneath was a list, all written in cursive by Ali:
Spend two nights, all night, with Rick nude in bed!
Sex whenever I want it and how I want it!
When Rick gets hard — suck & fuck him ’till he comes!
Take Rick deep into my throat to please him!
Taste Rick’s cum & swallow every drop!
Get facials from Rick!
Be spanked when I’m a bad girl!
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I took it all in and when I lifted my eyes Ali was smirking at me.
I looked back over the list and said in a faint voice “You’ve got a really dirty mind.”
She giggled; the fine champagne was now at work.
I followed that with “Good girls do bad things to get spanked.”
She giggled again and whispered to me “I’ve been too good for too long. I want to be bad with you Rick so you can spank me.”
My eyes reviewed the list again, but I was interrupted by Ali.
“Are you up for a wild weekend with me Rick?” Ali wanted to know.
I smiled.
She continued with “I did some checking this afternoon and I hear you’re a man who gets things done” and then she giggled.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, a smile forming on my lips.
Ali whispered again “Seriously Rick, what do you think of my list? Can you make my dreams come true this weekend?”
It was a surprisingly good list.
And she trusted me.
“Did I leave anything out lover?” she teased me. She kissed me on the cheek as I went through the list, visualizing her naked …
Then she ran her tongue around my right ear which created an electric shock that went straight to my already hard and pulsating cock.
I groaned loudly at the intense feeling and tension my manhood was dealing with.
All this, all her oral attention, was for a reason.
I turned my head and saw that tongue of hers dart out, this time touching the tip of her nose.
I groaned again at the thought of that pink muscle probing my starfish, tenderly cleaning my balls, and swirling around my now throbbing cock, paying extra exceptional care to the overly sensitive tip of my cock.
It also made me wonder what kind of carpet cleaner she’d be with that versatile and long tongue of hers.
I had a quick vision of Ali and Erin, our hot tight bodied server, 69ing on a big bed, each one getting the other ready for me to mount, pound and fertilize.
The quiet was broken when she loosened her semi-death grip on my arm and kissed my right ear again, then, with her lips close to my ear so that no one else would hear what she was saying, Ali whispered with a shaky voice “You’re the only man I will have been with since my wedding night. My panties are already soaked just thinking about you fucking me. Nothing is off limits for you. Nothing.”
She moved her left hand to underneath the table where with a seventh sense, Ali quickly found my turgid throbbing manhood after tossing my napkin to the carpet.
Her fingers ran up and down the shaft through my slacks and I leaned back and groaned at her touch.
“It’s so big Rick … My God it’s huge Rick … Holy Shit … it will be so tight … and feel so good when you put this inside me … all night and day lover …”
My cock was ready to burst at her fingernails teasing and stroking, her tongue sensuously circling my right ear, her left breast and hard nipple smashed into my right side.
My head back, my words unintelligible as she played with my clothed skin flute, I just knew I was going to blow my load into my shorts.
Ali must have sensed my imminent explosion because she ended her teasing and stroking by cupping the tent in my pants and leaned into my ear, whispering, “All your cum goes in or on me this weekend. Let’s go back to your place and we’ll get our weekend started.”
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It was one of the best weekends I had with a woman. Make no mistake, Ali was a lady, but freed from the constraints of her collapsed marriage, she was all in on sex.
Ali followed me home from Tuscany and I had her park her Tesla in my empty garage stall. No need for nosy neighbors to know who was visiting me.
After some serious kissing in the living room, my hands roaming freely down her back to her ass, I took her hand and gave her a tour of the house. It was still pouring down rain, so we initially stood outside under the covered patio where I pointed out the pool, spa, and the pool house.
I had two master bedrooms, one on each floor. During the summer months I slept downstairs and during the winter I slept upstairs. Warm air rises and cool air sinks; I was just making use of physics.
Ali seemed impressed at the size and the decor, but I knew that she was interested in knowing how active my love life was. Was she going to be another notch on my belt? Was I too good to be true, a young guy, handsome, with significant financial standing that just happened to be free on a Saturday night to take her to dinner? What’s up with that? What could be wrong with him; why doesn’t he have a girlfriend?
I also picked up that she was a bit nervous. She’d been married for just over ten years and had only been with her husband all that time. Then, presto! she runs into me and less than twelve hours later she’s starting a divorce and in the house of a guy who clearly wants to have sex with her. That’s a lot to process and I had some barriers to bring down. I needed patience.
My little head wanted me to rip her clothes off and fuck her on the carpet!
Patience, I silently said to myself. Patience. Good things come to those who wait.
I knew that Ali wouldn’t be here unless she was interested, extremely interested in getting some strange and I needed some way to separate her from her panties, be they wet or dry.
Our walk downstairs finished; we went upstairs, holding hands. I had three rooms on my second floor. First was the second master bedroom, which she seemed to like, it had an exceptionally large bed with an oversized bathroom attached. It had both a shower stall (with two shower heads and ample room for two to play) and a nice round tub that worked well for my lady friends and me to get squeaky clean.
The second room was my home office. It was spotless, no paperwork was visible as I locked everything up when my workday was finished.
The third room was supposed to be a second bedroom but since my parents never came to see me, I gave the bed away along with the other furniture and bought a second massage table. When my parents do visit, they can stay in the pool house.
Ali’s eyes got big when she saw the massage table. “I didn’t know you gave massages” she whispered to me, as her hands ran over the sheets.
“I’ve been doing them for almost a year,” I answered. I continued with, “Do you enjoy them?”
“I do, but it’s such a hassle to make an appointment, drive there, get all covered with sticky oil and then you have to put your clothes back on and drive home so you can get in the shower.”
I nodded and she looked at me and I said, “I’ll give you a massage, with oil, and you can take a bath or a shower when we’re done.”
Ali smiled at me and moved so that she was standing in front of me. She was so close her the tips of her breasts were touching my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through my shirt.
She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned her tongue with mine and she groaned as she pushed her chest into mine. Her breasts felt substantial. She whispered to me, “They’re real, and they’re spectacular.”
My hands went down her back to her ass and I first rubbed, then squeezed both cheeks.
She pulled away, laughing. “My ass needs more of that kind of attention. Why don’t you give me a few moments so I can undress and then you can give me a proper massage?”
Smiling back at Ali, I said sure and closed the door behind me. I went downstairs and locked up the house for the night. On a whim, I took a chilled bottle of expensive champagne, put it into an ice bucket and took two flutes upstairs into my bedroom.
I quickly got undressed and put on a pair of clean gym shorts and clean tee shirt, going commando.
I knocked on the door and heard Ali say, “Come in.”
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She was lying face down, head in the cradle, naked. Her long brown hair was pulled to one side, leaving most of her neck exposed.
She had an amazing ass! Her back was toned, she was a fan of working out. She had runner’s legs, perfect for wrapping around me as we fucked.
I dimmed the light and lit a candle to add some aroma to the room. I then walked up to the table and placing my palm on her ankle of her left leg, I ran it slowly, sensuously, up her calve, over the back of her knee, up her thigh and ended my journey on her left ass cheek.
I had felt some tension, tightening, as I started my hand up, and when I ended on her ass, I gently rubbed her it. She giggled, asking me, “Is this what a professional would do?” to which I bent down to her head and whispered, “Tonight I am going to worship your magnificent body. Every inch.”
Ali gave me a nonverbal reply, she spread her thighs slightly, just enough so I would notice she was signaling her approval.
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I kissed her shoulder and rubbed her bare ass with both hands, making my intentions quite clear; she spread her thighs slightly in response. “That feels nice Rick” was her response.
With her legs spread just a bit I could see she had the lower part of her pussy trimmed very closely and I could see her lips.
Those pussy lips looked perfect for touching, rubbing, eating, and fucking.
I put my left hand in the middle of her back and ran my right hand up and down her cheeks, and said “Ali, what else needs my attention tonight?”
She moved her ass around and lifted her head out of the hole and said, “Can you please work on my neck, my back and my legs too?”
I rubbed my hands on her ass like she belonged to me and whispered, “I sure can.”
I bent down and kissed her butt a few times and Ali laughed, “What are you doing?”
I leaned over to her head and whispered, “Like I said, I’m going to worship your body tonight.”
In response she shook her ass a bit to acknowledge my goal and separated her thighs just a bit more.
She knew what was coming. I was going to get my hands on every inch of her body. First the back, then her front.
I started off by wiping her down with a warm, dry towel working from her neck down to her feet.
When I got to her ass, I asked to her please lift and I reached under and rubbed her pussy under the guise of drying it off.
I took my time, not probing but fondling. Ali softly shared, “That feels good Rick.”
She didn’t mind being naked, but I wanted to remind her of just how naked she was, so I took a towel and draped it over her calves.
Then I started on her neck and shoulders with my hands and asked her “Please let me know when there is tension or pain.”
She said she would.
Although I wasn’t in a hurry I did work quickly, once her neck and shoulder tops were done, I went to work on her arms and hands.
A couple of times I bent down and kissed her ears and Ali giggled. She was flattered I was paying such intimate attention to her.
Then I started working on her back, sweeping the tension down to her world class butt.
I didn’t discover any knots in Ali’s back.
The knots I did find were in her shoulder blades, and I was able to get them out quickly. There was some wincing, but I slowed down, warmed some oil in my hands and took my time rubbing.
There was also some tightness in her lower back, which is common, and I worked on that, with one hand usually resting on her ass with one finger laying in her crack with the tip on top of her rosebud.
My intentions were clear; putting your finger in someone’s crack was a highly intimate thing and Ali did not object. A few times she even spread her legs to open her crack wider.
Before starting on the lower half of her body I asked her if she wanted anything or needed a break.
She lifted her head and said, “Yes, some champagne please.”
I quickly walked to the master bedroom and returned with the goods.
I helped Ali to sit up, her large breasts hanging and now proudly on display in front of me.
Still holding the bottle, I lowered my head and kissed her.
She pulled me to her in a hungry kiss. She looked happy but again, starved for intimacy.
“Are you enjoying the rub so far?”
“You’re very good with your hands” she replied. We kissed again. Tongues playing. I restrained myself from fondling her tits.
Ali smiled and looked at me while I was pouring and said, “Is it fair that I’m nude and you’re not?”
I handed her the flute, clinked glasses with her, we each took a sip and said, “Your wish is my command. Please undress me.”
Ali got off the table, pulling my shorts down, her breasts gently swaying. Her nipples were at full attention.
And, no surprise, Mr. Johnson was standing tall.
Ali smiled and said, “I like the look of things.”
She took a second sip of champagne, smiled, and shared, “I’m glad I’m going to get to know him better. He’s bigger than I expected!”
I kissed her and replied, “You have no idea how long he has wanted to get to know you better.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled and asked, “Since when?”
I didn’t shy away, and I replied, “Since the second I laid eyes on you this morning.”
Then she reached up and pulled my tee shirt off my head.
And she came up to me, her breasts pressing into my hairy chest, and she pulled me down for a nice long kiss, which only made me bigger and harder.
Ali said, “What we have here is two very naked consenting adults who want to be with each other.”
With that she handed me back her flute, kissed me again, and climbed back onto the table, face down.
A woman who knows what she wants. In this case, a nude man, and a massage. Followed by his cock. I get it.
I guessed at this point she was up for a couple of nights of serious fucking but nothing beyond that.
I rubbed more oil into my hands and started in on her butt. I took each cheek and worked it over independently of the other. Ali loved it.
As I did this, I purposely separated her thighs, making her lower lips visible to me.
While I worked on one cheek, my other hand would be on the top of her thigh, my fingers deep in the crevice, lightly touching her pussy.
I quickly detected the aroma of an aroused female.
Ali was surprised to feel that I had found knots in both cheeks and that I was able to rub them out.
Then I started rubbing the canyon walls of her ass, and I wasn’t shy about pouring some warm oil right down her crack. It ran right down to her pussy, now starting to respond as her lower lips began to engorge and open.
I was interested to hear her reaction to all of this, and it didn’t take long.
When my finger pushed down on her little puckered rosebud, a now hot and horny Ali pushed back.
Keeping my finger on the top of her rosebud I moved my left hand to her lower back and bent over and whispered in her ear, “Shall I continue?” and she said softly “Yes, don’t stop.”
Would my weekend be with a three-hole Ali? I got even harder thinking about the possibilities.
I gave her my Grand Canyon Massage. There was no place on her lower body that was safe from my oiled, rubbing hands and long probing fingers.
She loved it when my finger first penetrated her ass and when ape shit crazy when I started see sawing her ass with three fingers of my left hand while I was finger fucking her very wet, tight pussy with my right.
Ali was soon up on all fours pulling on her nipples and growling as she came repeatedly.
I was relentless in my massage giving her no escape – no way to get away from my probing, thrusting fingers with one goal: to give her multiple orgasms. To fully satisfy her.
I succeeded, and every time she thought I was done, gasping and semi-whipped, I’d introduce something new into her sexual equation.
My fingers worked well in her ass, but I replaced them with a large, lubed dildo that stretched her rosebud and sought out her bowels.
She moaned as I slowly introduced that monster and then pushed slowly and deliberately deep into her bowels, but she didn’t object.
I began fucking Ali’s ass with it in preparation for introducing my rock-hard cock to her newly stretched exit hole.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy while I proceeded to focus on her stiff clit.
After she came, I stuck my finger back into her wet hot steamy pussy and found her g-spot which I massaged causing her to cum yet again.
I pulled out the dido in her ass and replaced it with an even larger butt plug.
Ali took it like a champion screaming “Yes, yes, don’t stop Rick!”
By now Ali knew I was going to use all her holes.
Whatever sexual boundaries she had were going to vanish.
I rolled her over on her back to find her once dry hair a mat of sweat. I kissed her and while she rested, I sucked on her right nipple, and she responded by holding my head to her breast.
Pulling my head off her tit, we kissed a long time and while doing so I started fingering her pussy again.
In no time she was bucking against my finger as I circled her clit with my thumb. Ali came again.
I asked her to roll over and I pulled out the larger butt plug.
“My God Rick I have never come so many times. I had no idea you would do this to me.”
I laughed softly and said, “Should I continue, or do you want to go home?”
Ali reached up to me and said, laughing, “I’m not leaving. We’re going to fuck until your cock falls off!”
With that, I climbed on the massage table, so we were side by side and we kissed for a long time, comfortably. I liked sucking on her nipples and she stroked me. She was missing the intimacy of a good marriage and she held on to me; she just wanted me to be close to her.
We napped, wrapped in each other’s arms. When we woke, we kissed, and I took Ali by the hand to the round bathtub where we lounged in the warm water.
I recovered quickly, and we ended up fucking in the tub, I took her from behind with one hand on her clit and the other on her tits which she enjoyed.
She came, again, I came into her pussy for the first time and then Ali sucked me to hardness for another round.
I rinsed her off, dried her and put her into my bed. It was past midnight and I had lost count of the number of times she’d cum.
I fucked Ali hard that night, all night, and she loved it. I flipped her around so many times she didn’t know which hole I was going into next.
I came into her four times that night, the last time in her very tight ass at when it was still dark and raining. God it was good.
She gripped me with a tightness I had never experienced before. Despite having cum, I didn’t last long and sprayed my seed in her bat cave, going deep and placing it where I wanted.
Ali was no stranger to anal sex, but she hadn’t allowed it in a long time, and she told me I was the biggest man she ever had in her ass.
She thanked me for being generous with the lube.
She had a tight pussy and a tighter ass, and she swallowed like a champion too.
Between bouts we lay side by side kissing like lovers, but we knew we wouldn’t be going anywhere with it. Ali was just entering the divorce zone and wasn’t about to jump into anything serious anytime soon.
We woke around eight on Sunday morning, she served me breakfast in bed and then we headed up to Twin Creeks Ranch at ten, stopping to pick up her dog from the kennel.
I got plenty of pictures of Ali in the snow, some with clothes and some nude.
She loved the floorplan of my under-construction home and started putting ideas down to investigate.
When we were inside my trailer, all that day, she wore only one of my large tee shirts and a pair of wool socks.
She wanted me to know that she was always available for me to take her. To have her.
I enjoyed coming up behind her, lifting the shirt up, my hard cock finding a comfortable place between her taut cheeks as my hands played with her rock-hard nipples as she ground against me while I kissed her neck.
All this worked to make her pussy quite damp, preparing her pussy for my entrance from behind.
Ali became another one of my “friends with benefits.” She made it clear to me that she would drop everything if I wanted to have sex. All I had to do was send her a text.
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Danica, Part One
Back in Sacramento on Monday, I sponsored the lunch for the employees of the doctor who had dared me to sue him. They all ended up resigning when they got back to the office. In two weeks, they would all be gone and on my payroll.
I had an opportunity to review the information that Danica Holden had sent over to me on Saturday afternoon. I had met her in my previous story,
Pt. 45 – I Enjoy Pussy Galore!
She was a 9.5 on the scale of ten. When I first met her at the jewelry store, I was able to gauge her figure accurately.
Danica was in her mid-thirties, stood about five eight, had green eyes, a great smile, and a bust that was in the mid-thirties (turned out to be size 34D), a thin waist of just twenty-six inches, and thirty-six-inch hips.
I called in some favors and asked for two friends of mine in high places to help. Danica and I met with an undersheriff from the county and one of the deputy directors of welfare at a restaurant for a cup of coffee.
Danica had five tenants in an apartment building her parents owned that were behind on their rent. She didn’t want them evicted, she believed that they were unemployed and needed help finding work so they could get current on the rent and other bills.
The four of us reviewed their files and we hatched a plan. I made an offer, based on their occupations, to hire them on a temporary basis and if they worked out, add them to the payroll of one of the companies I owned.
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The Doctor’s Wife
While that plan was in motion, the day after Veterans Day I received a text message:
“Mr. Valencia, my name is Heba. I am in the process of divorcing my husband, a medical doctor. He did not want to sell his medical practice to you when you made what I thought was a reasonable offer to avoid being sued by our employees and for us to continue in business. You know what happened after that, our employees have all resigned, and we are, at present, not able to continue. My husband has returned to Egypt and left me here to clean things up. I am hoping you will be open to meeting with me in the next day or so to discuss my situation and how I might bring value to your companies. Thank you for your consideration.”
I responded back to her:
“Thank you for your message, I am open to meeting with you as I am home for a few days. Would you prefer to meet at my office, for coffee or for a meal? And do you want your attorney to participate? Let me know, please, so we can get something set up. Thank you.”
She responded back and we set up a dinner meeting the next night, Wednesday, at a restaurant we both liked. I had to cancel my visit to see my parents and my trip to Chico to see Kathy, but I was okay with that.
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There was a gap between winter storms so while it was cool and overcast, it wasn’t raining that night.
I suppose I wasn’t surprised at how attractive she was. Her husband, while a first-class asshole, was a handsome man and it made sense to me that he was able to woo such a beautiful lady. But as I soon found out, she was not only gorgeous, but she was also smart; too smart for the doctor because she would challenge him on his business decisions. Which I learned caused them a lot of friction at home and it carried over to work.
Heba was just over five feet eight, with thick, shoulder length hair that was a cross between brunette and auburn; it was in a bun. She had big brown eyes, thin eyebrows, matching her hair, and had a slender figure along with a great smile.
It didn’t take me long to see that she liked to laugh, and that she enjoyed the attention I was giving her. When I first met her in the lobby of the restaurant, she was warm, grabbing both my hands and thanking me for taking the time to meet her.
I immediately picked up that she was someone who liked to touch and be touched. And she was engaging, happy to be out of the house and looking forward to a future without a controlling prick telling her what do to 24/7.
She had a brain, a college education and excellent work experience and wanted to put them all to use in an environment where she would be respected for what she did and not to whom she was married.
Heba not only looked good, but she also smelled fantastic. I have no idea what the name of the perfume she had on, but it matched her look and her outlook. In a word, I would say it was “HOT”.
I took in her figure as we talked, I tried not to be too obvious, but her body looked amazing despite being covered from head to toe in designer clothes.
I estimated her age to be in her early forties.
Underneath her overcoat she was wearing a little black dress. I say little only because she had a slender figure, and it didn’t take all that much fabric to contain most of her body. But once that overcoat came off, it was clear that a great deal of fabric for the dress was needed to contain what I would call a pair of extra-large breasts.
I’ve said before I couldn’t judge a woman’s size or cup, so I simply put her into my “much more than a handful” category. I enjoyed that she had a large part of her chest for me to enjoy and that the tops of her ample breasts were there to tease and tempt me.
She didn’t seem to mind at all that my eyes were drawn to her chest. I was particularly interested in her long nipples which seemed to me to be at full attention. Maybe it was the air temperature in the restaurant, she had some sort of nipple jewelry, or she was simply responding to my attraction.
Heba was an attractive lady, and we covered a lot of ground over a genuinely nice meal. And she was getting divorced. The potential was present.
*******
It only took a couple of minutes before I realized that while she was a lovely woman, she was also on a mission.
Heba wanted to save the business, so she started by asking me if I was interested in taking over the soon to be defunct surgery center. I told her that I was interested but I wasn’t sure what there was to save.
With a smile she replied, “We have a large, happy client base of satisfied patients. They simply need to be communicated to, announcing that we are operating under new ownership and management.”
“How will you do that?” I asked her.
“We’ll send a letter, follow that with a postcard and then a phone call or text. Most of our clients will respond to the letter.”
“Okay, so how do you propose to staff the place?”
Heba smiled and shared with me, “I did all the hiring at the business. I use temporary agencies and my network. I can get it open and running in four weeks, but we want to hold off opening until early January. Aren’t you remodeling and rebranding the other locations?”
I nodded that we were.
“Good, add our business to that list and we can get going in January.”
“What’s in it for you Heba?”
“I want the twenty percent ownership that my soon to be ex would have gotten if he had sold the business to you. Plus, for the first six months I’ll run the place as head of operations, at the same salary as your other managers. But I also want a bonus of one percent of billings for the business for the calendar year coming up. It will be on me to get the patients back, bring in fresh staff and make the place profitable.”
It sounded good to me. The building and the location were solid, and there was a lease that no one wanted to break. And, most telling, no one that resigned from the business had said an unkind word about her, but they all pretty much mentioned what a jerk her husband was.
“Okay, that all sounds good. I’ll draw up the employment contract and if you will let the landlord know, introduce me to them, I’ll deal with them too.”
Heba smiled and took both of my hands in hers. They felt nice.
“This is going to be a great business for both of us and our employees, Mister Rick.”
*******
Heba was finished with the business part of the dinner but there was more to discuss.
“You know Mister Rick, when a deal concludes in my country, there is a celebration, a consummation, which takes place. It is a joyful time, a private time, where the two principals of the arrangement, spend time together, alone.”
Maybe I am slow on the uptake, but what was she talking about? My idea of a celebration is to sign the papers, sip some champagne and get back to work.
“Tell me more, please.” I had already gotten what I wanted. I’d let her get what she wanted.
She took a sip of champagne and set her flute down, then again took both my hands in hers, her eyes looking directly at me, and said to me in a faint voice, “I can see by the size of your hands that you are a large man, you are well endowed. You have many choices of women to be with, as you are handsome, well spoken, educated, and well dressed. I desire to be with you tonight, to consummate our business relationship, so that you may know me, in every way.”
*******
It took a lot for Heba to say this to me. While I wouldn’t say she was afraid or timid to speak so bluntly, I knew that she had really put herself out there, trying to come across as strong but she was asking me to be with her, to sleep with her, to prove to that she was still desirable.
Her husband had rejected her, left her to clean up his business messes, and I found out later that he had cheated on her with some of the younger female staff that worked in the medical practice. (No surprise there when you think about it).
She had been humiliated but stayed with her husband for the sake of their business and their marriage.
I smiled at her, squeezed both of her hands in a show of affection and simply asked, “Your place or mine?”
Heba laughed in response.
“I have a suite for us in the hotel next door. Let’s go.”
*******
As we entered the room, Heba laughed and reached behind her head, freeing her hair, and in no time, she went to flashy businesswoman in about 15 seconds.
Turning around, she smiled at me and unzipped her dress, and it fell to the floor, after being held up by her firm breasts which she addressed with a tug and a laugh.
She stood in front of me naked.
I had it wrong; Heba was no 7.
She was more like a nine.
That dress did a damn excellent job of hiding her fantastic figure, except for her tits.
Heba was hotter than most 21-year-olds.
I took it all in the large breasts, capped with wide round areoles and long erect nipples, the tan lines accenting her female parts; a thick dark brush between her legs, a little roundness to her belly which was a huge turn on for me, the slender thighs, and manicured toenails.
She stood there in all her glory, hands on her hips, smiling, showing off.
Heba said “I understand there is one thing you are very good at.”
My eyes lifted off her body and our eyes connected.
I smiled and she smiled back. Her eyes were sparkling. She knew I liked what I was seeing.
My cock was starting to grow.
And I didn’t need Viagra.
“What’s that?”
“Shaving hairy pussies.”
I laughed and said, “I’ve had some experience with that.”
“Good, I’ll be in the tub if you could be so kind to get us a razor and shaving cream so you could please take care of this … issue for me.”
“Why do you want me to shave it?”
“So, I can start wearing some of your swimsuits so I can be a model for you.”
I nodded and watched her sashay her cotton tail white butt to the bathroom and then she turned and smiled, knowing full well I was watching every step, bounce, and jiggle.
“Mister Valencia?”
“Yes.”
“You can also wash my back.”
“Only if you wash mine first.”
She was still laughing as she walked into the bathroom.
*******
This was one woman who knew how to suck a cock.
I returned from the gift shop in the lobby and Heba called out to me, asking me through the open door to get undressed and please join her in the tub.
Undressing quickly, I sauntered in holding the disposable razor in one hand and the shaving cream with the other.
I wore nothing but a smile.
She smiled, but her eyes were glued on my hanging tube steak.
“I like what I see” she laughed as she patted the side of the tub where she wanted me to sit.
I did as she asked, my feet in the water, and without preamble she knelt between my legs, sharing aloud “I’ve missed this.”
And without another word, Heba went to town on my cock.
She didn’t remain silent; Hebaa did a running commentary as she blew me.
Between licks, sucks, kisses, and many other uses of her tongue, lips, mouth, teeth and fingers, she shared with me how much she loved to suck cock, how big I was, when the last time she’d been able to suck, that she enjoyed swallowing, the bigger the load the better; that she would blow me whenever I wanted, wherever I was, she would come and suck me.
If I wanted her to suck other men, she would do so without hesitation. She would fuck other men as well, but only in her pussy and they had to wear condoms. As for other women, she would do whatever I asked her to do, no questions asked.
Her blow job was fantastic, and I was on the verge of skull fucking her to climax when she took her mouth off my cock and said to me “You are now my Master. Whatever you ask shall be done by me. I have only one request, if I may.”
I brushed her hair behind her ear and replied, “What is it?”
She responded by French kissing my cock for a full minute which brought me to the brink of coming, and then she pulled her mouth off and said “Only you can be in my ass, okay? No other men.”
I smiled and said, “Agreed.”
With that Heba took me all the way into her mouth and for the first time, into her throat and she massaged my cock not just with her tongue, but she swallowed, each time making sure to maximize my pleasure until I came, shaking and groaning, right down her throat.
I climaxed quickly and it seemed to last forever.
Smiling, Heba opened her mouth to show me her treasure, a small part of my salty load on her tongue and then she swallowed.
I heard a gulp.
There was no pushback, no retching, and no grimace.
Her eyes sparkling, Heba ran her tongue around her mouth and swallowed again.
And then she did it a third time, finally getting all of it down.
Then, she leaned up and said “Kiss me. Please Master.”
I did, and as our smiles melted into a French kiss, she groaned deeply into my mouth.
I tasted semen, so what?
It was my semen.
Heba groaned as our kiss deepened and she pulled me into her as our tongues made love.
She was a great kisser with the right combination of tongue, pressure, and motion.
My cock was between her ample breasts and somehow, she was able to get a little motion going and even though I had just emptied my balls into her, I started to stiffen again.
When our lips parted, Heba and I stayed close and holding my face she whispered to me “I like to get kissed before I get fucked” and we both burst out laughing.
I did shave her, I did fuck her, and I took her ass just like she wanted, plus I did a lot more with Heba in the months to come.
I ended up promoting her to head of purchasing for all my businesses.
*******
Danica Part Two
The deputies and the case managers made the welfare checks quickly and efficiently on Thursday morning.
All five of Danica’s tenants were gainfully employed by noon. Two started that afternoon (they were paralegals) and the other three visited their places of employment right after lunch.
To welcome them onboard, I gave each an envelope filled with $1000 in cash (various denominations) to help them out. I called it a signing bonus.
They were grateful.
*******
Danica and I met for dinner that night and I took the liberty of inviting my two friends, Ari, and Nari, to join us. You met them in Pt. 21 – A Lesbian Love Connection.
I knew that Danica had been stressed out about the tenant issues and I wanted to take her to dinner and then arrange for a massage for her. You know, stress release and all that.
I wasn’t sure if she would be open to it, but she was, so after a nice dinner the four of us went upstairs to a hotel suite.
I wasn’t planning to do the massage, Ari and Nari were outstanding at that task, but I was interested in laying some pipe if I had the chance.
Danica was more open-minded than I had thought, but of course we consumed a couple of bottles of champagne, so she was close to her red line. When alcohol kicks in, inhibitions tend to disappear.
The ladies undressed Danica and the three of them took a bath together. I knew what was happening behind closed doors: they had their hands all over Danica, softening her up for an introduction to my cock.
I heard some whispers and giggles, so Ari and Nari were sharing some stories about my make prowess. Not that I would care, hopefully they wouldn’t over promise or exaggerate too much!
They didn’t linger in the tub, after drying Danica off, all three ladies, now clean and nude, got situated for the night’s entertainment.
If you’ve never had a four-hand massage, it is a real treat. Ari and Nari divided their work; Ari took Danica from the waist up and Nari took her south.
It didn’t take long, or too much hand warmed oil for Danica to respond to the fingers, hands, and pressure of the massage.
I watched, silently, as the ladies did their work. Danica had an imposing figure, and I could see that her therapists were attracted to her and would have gone all night fondling her if I weren’t there.
My two Korean friends had shaved their bushes off, but Danica had a healthy, full, blonde bush.
With Nari working toes, feet, calves and thighs, and Ari working neck, shoulders, fingers, arms and back, they soon met at Danica’s ass.
Four hands working on a fine ass meant nothing but feeling good for Danica. They spread her legs, frog style, putting rolled up towels under her knees to provide lift and access to Danica’s thighs and of course. To provide access to her pussy, Ari put a towel under Danica’s tummy, lifting and exposing her blonde pussy.
My own cock was now hard as a rock, and I stepped in to take a role in the massage.
I had Ari work Danica’s ass, both cheeks, from her waist down. I took over Danica’s left thigh while Nari managed her right.
We all loaded up on warm oil and let our fingers and hands do the rest.
Nari and I focused our attention on Danica’s upper thighs, the back of both of our hands continually rubbing against her now engorged labia.
Ari’s hands would run down her ass cheeks, and she would cup, then lift the bottom of Danica’s cheeks, spreading her wide and allowing both the warm oil and air to hit her rosebud.
I doubt if Danica had ever experienced anything like this in her life.
I could smell Danica’s arousal and see her inflamed lips grow in need. Soon, her pussy dampened, and light dew appeared.
She was overloaded and needed relief. I had figured that she was a submissive type and would more likely wait for others as opposed to taking the initiative.
Nodding to Ari, the ass rub stopped eliciting a small grown from Danica.
Ari moved to Danica’s left side and lowered her head and whispered, “Now we take care of you, okay?”
With the help of Ari and Nari, Danica rolled over on her back, spreading her legs, showing her arousal and her need.
Ari put a towel over Danica’s eyes and started rubbing her upper chest, careful not to touch her erect nipples.
Nari climbed between Danica’s legs, then lifted them over her shoulders, spreading her thighs. Nari wasted no time in lowering her head to eat her dessert.
That first kiss followed by a lick, generated a loud groan from Danica. Danica moved both her hands to Nari’s head, directing her to maximize the oral assault.
I stood naked, waiting for my turn. I was large, hard, and ready.
As Nari did her tongue magic, Ari moved her hands to Danica’s 34DD breasts, teasing and tugging on her erect nipples.
In no time Danica was writhing under the assault of a tongue on her pussy and fingers on her breasts. I could smell the arousal of all three ladies and precum had made its way to the tip of my cock.
*******
I moved up to the side of the massage table and asked Danica, “Are you ready for my dick?”
Her eyes still covered, she smiled and said, “Yes, give it to me!”
Nari had not stopped her licking and with a grin, she swiped her tongue from Danica’s rosebud all the way to her clit, getting a big moan from Danica.
“Rick, I need your cock. RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
At my nod, Ari took her hands off Danica’s nipples and removed the towel covering her eyes.
Nari lifted her head and licked the precum off the tip of my cock. Then she moved off the massage table, allowing me room to climb up.
Looking up at me, Danica’s toned legs were spread wide, with a smile that a stone mason couldn’t chip off with a jackhammer, looked up, her heavily lidded eyes honed exclusively on my large, erect penis.
“My God, it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”
She might have been lying but I swear she licked her lips.
Kneeling between her thighs, my back straight, hands on my hips, pelvis thrust forward, my eyes glued to her beautiful face, I flexed my cock, bouncing it and she giggled, quite fascinated by my length, girth, and hardness.
Her righthand was slowly, sensuously, teasing her hairy pussy, getting her hotter and wetter for my imminent penetration.
I could smell her arousal as her lower lips dampened and parted slightly in anticipation.
Her left hand was teasing her large firm left breast, pulling, and teasing an erect nipple.
Her right nipple also stood at attention, in need of a mouth or manhandling.
She knew she was going to be feeling me inside of her in just a few moments.
Her eyes and body were telling me that she wanted me to pound her tight pussy and I wasn’t going to disappoint her or be disappointed in my task.
Danica was a magnificent fuck. And was she ever grateful, she dined at the Y that night, thanking her massage therapists while I took care of Ari and Nari greek style. Danica saw how much those two enjoyed my cock in their ass that I took her ass for the first time. I liked it so much I splashed in her bat cave twice more before checking out the next morning.
*******
Rick Valencia will return soon.