Loved by Lance-a-lot

by ChaShiree M.

  Lansing

  Shit. I think to myself grabbing my cock through the towel. Watching her take her clothes off, as her cheeks turn red and her eyes begin to glow, my mouth begins to water.

  “Now what?” She asks standing in front of me with nothing on. Holy fuck her tits look so good. I can see where they have gotten bigger since she has been pregnant. Her nipples, pinker and firmer. My mouth is dying to suck on them and bite them.

  “Come over here and lie down.” I move over so she can see the table that was delivered from the Spa down the street. I called them asking if they could let me borrow their pregnant woman’s table. I let them know before they could ask, that no, no one else is allowed to come here and put their hands on her. I watch as her mouth opens up and she looks at me and smiles. She goes on her tippy toes and kisses me before getting on top of the table. Once she is laying on the front of her body, my daughter inside the hole. I walk up to her back and lean into her ear. “Be good and lay there. Relax baby. I got you.”

  Putting lotion on my hands, I begin massaging her. My hands making sure to get her shoulders and the middle of her back. Ever since she started showing, those have been the two areas that have given her the hardest time. Leaning down, I kiss her neck, intending to simply kiss her and sit back up. However, when I do it and she moans, turning her head to look at me, all my plans go out the door. My hands don’t leave her as my mouth begins to explore her neck and her spine. I take little bites all over her back and neck, my hands continuing to massage her and make her body relax. When my mouth reaches the base of her spine, right above the slit in her ass, my tongue makes its way from her crack to her pussy. Craving the sugar that comes from between her legs.

  “Lansing.” She moans as she begins to squirm on the table. Her stomach is still in the hole so she can’t move too much. Moving further down the table, I move her legs apart lifting her stomach a bit.

  “Don’t move Ray. Just feel it.” I say before my mouth latches onto her pussy and devours it. Spreading the lips, I flick inside her hole up and down, swallowing the cream as she releases it. Licking from her asshole to her clit, I bite down, making sure to suck it hard as the blood rushes throughout.

  “Oh shit, Travis. Let me turn over.” She begs, unable to stand not moving. Ignoring her for a bit longer, my thumb enters her asshole as my forefinger enters her pussy. In and out I fingerfuck her over and over, needing her to be wet enough to take me. My cock is staring straight at what it wants, impatiently waiting for me to claim my pussy once again. It never changes. Every night when I enter her, it feels like the first time. I grab him again, squeezing the tip, my thumb running across the head, feeling the leaking that is happening.

  “So, fucking sweet baby. I should add this to my coffee in the morning. Never need sugar again.” I tell her before sucking her clit back into my mouth, letting my tongue do the work. I am touching no other part of her body but the pussy that belongs to me.

  “TRAVIS!!!” She screams as three of my fingers enter her hole and she begins to shake, her cream pouring out of her, my mouth open catching it all, not worried about the fact that it is dripping down my chin. She continues to shake, moaning, her body covered in sweat. I kiss the inside of her thigh before standing up.

  “Come on baby, turn over.” I say to her as I help her sit up off the table and turn over. Her eyes, so cloudy and low in conjunction with her flushed face has me holding my breath. I lift her in my arms and carry her into our bedroom. Laying her down carefully on her back, I crawl in between her legs, picking them up and putting them over my arms. “I love you so fucking much baby.” I tell her looking her in her eyes. She smiles at me, an action that always sends my heart into overdrive.

  “I know Travis. I love you too.” I don’t wait to see if she has anything else to say. My cock enters her wet cave as my mouth latches on to her nipples. I swear I can taste the beginning of her milk even though she and the doctors say it is too soon.

  “Shit baby you feel so good. You pussy was made for me. You know that don’t you?” I ask her barely able to speak as I move in and out of her, trying to make this last as long as I can. I can feel my balls drawing up, my snake ready to strike and hiss and spit all over her. Sitting up, I grab her legs and open them wider, making sure not to hurt my daughter. Her arms above her head, hair all over the place, looking like every man’s wet dream. I don't want to move. I just look at her, thanking God for sending her to me. Saving her for me. I am trying to talk myself into going slower, when she puts both of her hands on her nipples and begin pulling them, moaning and keening my name and I can no longer hold it together. I begin pumping in and out of her, faster and faster, my breath leaving me in huffs.

  “Yes. Yes. Travis harder.” She says, her head moving back and forth in bliss. She knows I am not going to move faster than this. My daughter is my priority.

  “Calm your ass down.” Smack. She loves this. She begins pushing back against me, faster and faster. Our bodies, smacking against one another, the sounds of our wet flesh meeting and separating. I can feel our joint desire, dripping down my balls as her wet thighs slide against my arms. “Fuck. Shit. I’m coming.” I grunt right before my thumb pinches her clit and she cums.

  “Oh, fuck Travis. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” she chants over and over as the last of my cum shoots into her.

  “You ok baby?” I ask her dropping down beside her, feeling my daughter. She must be asleep. Her ass is always moving around.

  “I’m more than ok, handsome. How was your day?” Her face giving away the fact that she is trying to tease me into fucking her again. She is insatiable. Not that I am complaining.

  “It was good. Oh, Trim asked me to go to Savannah next week to look at this new location he wants us to buy to finally open a shop there.” I tell her, my hands still touching her anywhere I can.

  “Oh, that’s great. The tattoo shop Vanessa invested in, remember me telling you about that?” I nod my head. “Well they are having a charity ball there next Saturday night. I really want to go. To be honest, I want to invest in it myself because I believe in what she does. However, I want to see it first and meet Felicity. Plus, my sister is going a couple of days after to get her first tattoo and I want to be there.”

  “Well that works out because I was going to ask you if you wanted to go. I am looking forward to having some fun.”

  “Me too, Travis. Me too.” As she falls asleep, her left hand on my chest, I can’t help but twirl her engagement ring around wondering what is it going to take for her to finally set a date? I am tired of waiting. I might just have to take matters into my own hands.

  5

  Araya

  A Week Later

  “What are you giggling ladies up to this morning?” Travis asks me and Vanessa as he leans in to kiss me good morning. Tilting my head back, I moan as his mouth touches mine, goosebumps breaking out on my arms. He literally just ate me awake and then made love to me slowly, telling me he loved me the whole time. His eyes never left mine, even as he kissed me and left marks all over me. I seriously needed that after the day I had with my sister yesterday.

  Travis and I got to Savannah at about noon, on Friday. We went to my sister’s, he dropped off the bags and had to run to his meeting. Vanessa and I had planned to meet at her school for her lunch period which was at two. Apparently on Fridays, she worked through her regular lunch in order to assist senior students that needed help with studying for their ACTs. So, she told me it was over at two and to meet her there. We had been eating for about an hour when her phone rang and she answered it, with a look of concern on her face. I could feel my body going on alert, even without knowing what was happening. My sister doesn’t get worried about things without good reason. Listening from my end, I gathered that it was a student, a girl. Sounded something like she was in trouble

  She was up and out of her seat before she had hung up the phone. “Pumpkin, what is going on?” I ask her as I gather my purse and follow her.

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�One of my seniors, Lily. She is hiding behind the school. She sounded hurt but she wouldn’t say over the phone. I have to go and find her.” She sprints out of the room. I can barely keep up with my heavy front half. We make it to the back of the school and find a girl, balled up in the corner of the football field behind the bleachers. I stand back not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. From the distance at which I am standing, I can see her lip is bleeding and she is holding her left wrist. Vanessa helps her up, motioning for me to come closer.

  “Can you help hold her up while I call the E.R. so they are expecting her?” I nodded my head because what else was I going to say? The young girl was beautiful despite her bruised and battered face. It was obvious, even to me, that this is not the first incident she has endured. We get her to the E.R. and she is rushed into the operating room. Sitting in the waiting room for someone to come out and tell us what was going on, I looked over at my sister and she burst into tears. I held her, rocking her back and forth until she got herself together.

  “Her name is Lily.” She said to me, wiping her eyes. “She is my brightest student; despite the home life she is living.”

  “What exactly is the situation?” I asked her, wondering if there is anything I can do.

  “Her mother died two years ago from breast cancer. Her father took to drinking and decided it was ok to take his grief out on his only child. Since her sophomore year she has been coming in with bruises, cuts, broken bones, or sometimes not showing up at all. The superintendent tried interceding but whenever child services would get involved, she would lie or refuse to speak. There was nothing they could do.” She hiccupped her way through this explanation and by the time she was done telling me about it, I was pissed and ready to kill someone. It literally took me back to me and Vanessa starving, trying to figure out how to eat. We would go to school hungry, bodies emaciated. When the school nurse began to worry, they brought in child services and we lied just like this girl. Looking over at my sister, I note how distraught she is, and my heart begins to break. My mind begins to assimilate as I start going over different scenarios of how to protect her. “It feels so much like what we went through, you know? I need to help her.” Vanessa says to me. I am about to respond when a nice-looking man in a doctor’s uniform, with a scowl on his face walks over to us.

  “Are you here with Lily Nolan?” he asked. I noted that he looked at us like we had done that to her.

  “We are.” I answered him, not about to cower like I did something wrong.

  “Hi. I am Dr. Mark LaSalle. Lily is asleep. She has a broken hand and a fractured collarbone. Luckily both breaks are clean and should heal with no problems. I can’t speak on her mental state. I note she has quite a few bruises, some old, some not. May I ask who the fuck did this to her?”

  “Her father.” Vanessa answered.

  “Has he been arrested?” The Doctor asks, his fist clenching and unclenching.

  “Not that we are aware of.”

  “Good to know. I will need her address. She is in room 376. Please let her sleep. I will call you when she has awakened.”

  “Can you let her know I will pick her up.” Vanessa says trying to relay she is going to take over for her. However, we are both shocked by his rebuttal.

  “That won’t be necessary. She will be coming home with me.” He said matter of factly like it was a no brainer. I was about to speak up and interject but my sister beat me to it.

  “I’m sorry…. Dr. LaSalle is it? But she doesn’t know you and neither do I for that matter.”

  “No worries. She will soon enough. Now if you’ll excuse me.” With that, he walked away leaving us both at a loss for words. We left the hospital, neither of us saying anything, just lost in memories and pain from our own childhood. That night, I cried in Travis’s arms, reliving my life when I was younger. He simply held me and told me over and over how much he loved me and would never let anything happen to me. I want to believe him so much. But sometimes, I just don’t know if I can.

  Walking into the beauty salon with Vanessa, to get ready for the charity ball tonight, I can’t help but feel giddy. Travis and I have gone out plenty. But not anywhere near as fancy as this and I find I cannot wait to get all dolled up for him. To be honest, I am more excited and wet thinking about him in a tux. Jesus. My mouth is watering right now. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. If I keep this up, we might not make it anywhere.

  “Raya, what color is your dress?” My sister asks me as the girl is curling my hair.

  “Burgundy. It is tight, and barely knee length, with a pair of gold stilettos.” I say, winking at her. She simply laughs at me, knowing I am being naughty and shakes her head.

  “Are you two even going to make it to the event?”

  “Well we certainly are going to try.” Hey. At least I told the truth. I look back at her. “Do you have a date for tonight?”

  “No. I don’t need one. I am fine going by myself.” She says, shrugging her shoulders.

  “I know that. I was just wondering if you invited a colleague or friend.”

  “No. I would rather not. Besides, after this last time, I have decided to stay away from men and relationships. They only want one thing from me anyway and when they realize the fat chick isn’t going to just put out, it becomes...hurtful. So, I am just going to go on with my life, alone and be happy.” I know my face conveys my supreme dislike for her comment just now.

  “Pumpkin…”

  “NO! Araya. Please just let it go. It is what it is. I long ago came to terms with the fact that I would never be as beautiful as you. I don’t need big sister trying to make it better.” I can tell she is serious and though I respect her decisions, there is no way I can leave it like this.

  “Listen to me little sis. You are gorgeous. I don’t know what would possess you to say something like that but cut that shit out. So, what you have more meat on your bones. Do you know how many men out there want a woman, thick and juicy? And for your information, I am not a stick. Have you seen this ass?”

  “I have. I have actually bitten that ass.” Fucking Travis. I think smiling and turning toward him. Standing out of the chair, not thinking about whether the stylist is done or not, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Mmm. I missed you too baby. You ladies ready to go?” He asks, me squeezing the ass in question. I turn my head not moving from his arms and ask the lady.

  “I’m sorry. Were you done with my hair?” She nods and smiles.

  “Yes ma'am. I had just finished up.”

  “Great. You two ready to go? I hired a limo for the night and just so happened to take it to come and pick you up. So, we can get to the house, change and get to the gala.”

  “Yeah, babe. We are ready.” Looking at my future as we get into the limo, I can’t help but feel lucky. I just have to find someone for my sister.

  6

  Araya

  Damn I look good. I think looking at myself in the mirror. I found a short burgundy dress, which is bunched in the stomach area, calling attention to my baby bump, which I am extremely proud of. The top is cut low, showing a nice amount of cleavage. I rub my hands across my chest giggling because I know Travis is going to moan about me showing too much. He wouldn’t be wrong though. The bottom of my dress doesn’t even reach my knees. After putting on my lipstick and eyeliner, I walk out of the room holding my heels. No way am I walking down the stairs in these things. I can hear the echo of Travis’ voice from downstairs as he takes a phone call and as usual, it sends chills up my body. Knocking on my sister’s door, I open it. “You going to be ready soon or do you think the party is going to wait for you?” I tease her.

  “Shut up. I just got out of the shower. I just need to do my makeup and I will be ready.”

  “Alright. I will see you downstairs.” After closing the door, I walk downstairs and note I don’t hear Travis anymore. I look around a bit, but when I don’t see him, I assume he stepped outside. I walk into the kitchen to grab a gl
ass of water. As I am reaching up into the cabinet, I hear him.

  “What the fuck are you wearing, baby?” His voice a deep timber, oozing control and seduction.

  “A dress.” I state not bothering to turn around. I feel him when he comes upon me, his hands on each side of the counter, pinning me to it.

  “You call that a dress?” He whispers in my ear before biting it. I can’t form words, my body too busy preparing for his invasion. I feel my panties getting damp as my pussy begins salivating for him. I simply moan and lean my head to the side giving him access to my neck. “I asked you a question, Ray. You call that a dress?” His licks up the side of my neck, knowing full well there is no way he is getting a response out of me. I nod. My eyes, becoming foggy as I try to stay alert. “Hop on the counter.” I lift my head not sure I heard him right. Not waiting for me to do as he says, he lifts me onto the counter. This is my first look at him since he has been dressed. Holy fucking shit!! The man is a god. He is in an all-black tux, with a burgundy cumberbund. The pocket square in his jacket is also burgundy and for the first time I realize why he asked me what color my dress was when he texted me earlier while he was out. His shirt is unbuttoned on the first two and fuck if I don’t want to lick the skin that is showing.

  “How is a girl supposed to get through the night, throbbing and needy like this with you looking like that?” I ask him, barely containing the whiny keen on the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh, and I suppose you think you being half dressed with my daughter doing jumping jacks in your belly is any less of a turn on for me. Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now? Feel this.” He places my hand on his cock that is standing at attention, rubbing against his zipper. “He knows that he owns you and according to him, I shouldn’t let you leave without proving it.” Oh fuck. This could be bad or good considering my sister is upstairs and might come down any moment.