Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  She laughed, but eventually slowed down. How generous of her. “I want to taste myself.” She said in a sexy tone. She hopped off my juice covered manhood and gripped it really good then she licked from the balls all the way to the tip. She licked up all her juice and smiled.

  “Bend over.” I instructed her. She got on all four and arched her back; pushing her ass in the air and her face into the bed. Her aroma was so raw and titillating. Her pussy swallowed in my hardness and I was welcomed again by her warmth and sudden moan. She hated when I spanked her and that was the only reason I was going to. I spanked her so hard that she howled on top of her lungs. “You son of a bitch!”

  “Baby, are you alright?” I mimicked her. I gave her another slap on the other cheek, she screamed again. “I’m so gonna fucking kill you.”

  I started to beat her pussy with heavy thrust. My pelvic clapping against her ass made a distinct clap and stung the air around us. She bit into the sheets and moaned louder than ever as my thick heavy dick crashed into her hole. I wet my finger and started playing with her asshole. We had never done anal but she liked when I played with her butthole. “Put it in.” She said. I worked my way into her little butthole and it sent over the edge. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m cumming.” I put every last energy I had in me into fucking her hard and finger fucking her asshole. I don’t know how fast I was fucking her but it must have been really fast because my thighs were burning. She made one last shrieking wail and I could feel my balls tingling. My cock could not hold in my cum anymore. “Mmmm.” I grunted. I tried holding back my orgasm to extend the pleasure but it was just too fucking huge. I shot my cum deep into her pussy. It felt like my soul had left my body; my eyes rolled back, my legs wobbled and I tried to thrust some more to salvage what was left of that blissful orgasm. I let my dick stay in her for a little as I tried to catch my breath and regain the feeling in my legs.

  She crawled up to me, looking drained as if she was about to pass out. She kissed my sweaty forehead. “I love you so much.”

  I kissed on top of her nose. “I love you too.” I replied.

  She took the finger I had in her ass and licked it. Something tells me that I might be getting anal soon.

  Chapter Six

  Starting Over

  Once more I wake to see her sleep, and I never get tired of this view. She looks so innocent but don’t be fooled. What am I saying, you already know. I take a walk on the balcony and inhale the fresh morning air. The birds are chirping and sky looks so pretty, this has to be good day. That’s all the sign I need.

  It has been quite a journey over the past three years. So much has happened, from the really good to the really bad, but I took a lesson from every experience in my life. That in itself was one of my biggest lesson; that in everything, there is a teacher, even if that teacher is pain and I had my fair share of that.

  Where ever my ex fiancé is; I wish her well. I hope she is happy. I finally saw why we didn’t work, and Mia, you were right all along, it was fate. Fate led me here to you and everyday I’m thankful, even if I’m not quite sure who to thank.

  I normally don’t drink this early but right now I need it. I need a lot. My hands are shaking. Is this really it?

  I got a call from Leonardo last week. He’s going to be a father, Leo, a father? I admit it took some time for me to picture it, but I’m sure he’s going to be a wonderful father. Leo may be a lot of things but he is not quitter, that I’m sure. He’s going to be great. Mia and I are going to visit him in Paris next month.

  Mia is awake; I can tell by the ruffling of the sheet, she’s searching for me to give me a good morning kiss before she starts her jog.

  She finally finds me. “What are you doing out here?” She asks.

  “Taking in a bit of fresh air.” I reply.

  She looks a bit puzzled but decides not to ask. She leans in and kisses me. “I’m going for my jog.”

  “Okay” I say. My hands are hardly keeping still and my stomach is nowhere to be found. I just hope I don’t forget how to breathe. “Wait!”

  She spins and looks at me.

  “Mia, I think you already know how much you mean to me, and that I love you so very much and I try to say that as much as I can. It’s crazy how certain decisions can affect our lives. I am still not able to fathom how much a ‘hey’ as impacted my life. It’s crazy, but I’m glad I did it. The best decision I have ever made in my life was to approach you that day in the coffee shop, and I know I would have probably jumped off a bridge with regret in my heart if I didn’t. I love you Mia. I want you in my life for as long I live. I want to grow old with you. I want us to be those badass old couples that we see doing stunts that they are way too old for. I want us to have kids and grandkids and great grandkids if I’m ever so lucky to live that long. I’m sorry I’m blabbering but my mind is one great mess right now. I don’t know what I’m saying and I’m shaking like crazy, but I do know one thing, I want to marry you.”

  I get down on one knee and I have never seen her face that red.

  “Oh my god! Oh my god! Is this really happening? Oh my god!” She is breaking down and chocking on her words. She is constantly wiping the tears that are streaming down her face. “I love you Ryan! Oh my god!” She is crying and fanning herself.

  I take the ring out of my pocket and hold it tight, I am afraid it might fall out my sweaty and shaking hand. I look in her crying eyes and I ask. “Mia Cameron, will you marry me?”

  “Yes.”

  Time Travelling Billionaire

  “How did you acquire all this wealth?” She asked. She leaned in her chair and bit her pen, waiting on my answer. She was interviewing me for Time Magazine person of the year for 2015.

  “I did it through hard work and perseverance, of course.” I looked her right in the eye and lied.

  It always sounds so humbling that way. ‘I worked my way through great adversary and climbed to the top. Those hardships were fundamental to the making of my character blah blah… It sounded good, but that was far from the truth. I became a billionaire without breaking a sweat, although it came with a bothersome cost.

  Let me take you back to the start. I was born in Old York in 2055 to middle class parents. Technology was booming and all seemed to was going well; there were engineered food, so most of the population were fed and hunger was dropped to a minimum. The doctors all had vaccines and medicines for every disease and illness known to man. Even getting pussy was a dream come through for many, they were Sexbots that any man could pick up at the local Wallmart. She/It had to obey your every command and her jaw never gets tired of sucking your dick and you would never have to worry about tending to her emotional needs.

  2085 came, I was thirty years old when everything started going wrong. The engineered food had affected some people in ways which scientist could not have predicted. They became violent and wild; they caused havoc and were a threat to national security. At first it seemed like the military could contain them, but their numbers rapidly grew over the course of a month and there was nothing the military could do. It was all man for themselves. In the middle of all the destruction, I met a scientist, John Ekvar. He had successfully created a Time Machine and it was my only ticket out. Upon traveling back, I studied past lottery numbers, the stock market and anything that could benefit me from the year 2012 onwards.

  It was now 2015 and I was fucking rich. The only bother was living in this dull, primitive time. Everything was unappealing and strange. I tried getting hooked on things—things I can’t mention— for pleasure and my sanity, but they all lost their high. Pussy was a bore, anal was okay, I needed something new.

  “That is all, Mr. Bond. Thank you for your time.” She winked at me. Every woman I met would fuck me in an instant if I told them to, that is what comes with being super rich. I might fuck her, not for the pleasure but because it was just something to do. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I said. I walked and she followed, I will make this quick, I have another ten mi
nutes to spare.

  Chapter Two

  “Take me home.” I said to my driver. My personal assistant jumped in the van at the last second before it moved off. I had forgotten about her like I always did. It was a drag having her around; she always dressed goofy with her thick glasses, messy hair and retro clothes. This decade was retro, her clothes were retro-retro. Looking at her was an atrocity and if it wasn’t for her brilliant memory, she would be gone by now. She looked frightened, I don’t know why, it was not her first time jumping in the van. “Remind me of your name.”

  “It is Anna, sir.”

  “Okay. Anna, remind me to call the CEO of the Welsh Bank at exactly 10am and not a minute more, do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “For Christ’s sake Shauna, answer me when I speak to you.”

  “Yes sir, I understand. And it’s Anna, sir”

  “I will call you whatever the fuck I want.”

  “Yes sir.”

  She shyly looked away and stared out the window. Look at all these people going about with their lives, the lucky ones are the old people, they will be long dead by 2085, it is the babies and younger ones that will grow to experience the horror. I just hope I don’t grow too old.

  Walking in a red dress with sexy heels was a African American woman. She walked boldly along the sidewalk and swayed her hips. She was walking with a man that seemed to be her boyfriend, but when did that ever stop me? “Pull over!” I said to my driver, and he pulled up to the corner to where they were walking. I rolled down my window and called at her. “You’re beautiful, do want to take a ride with me?” She looked awkwardly at her boyfriend and he looked angrily at her. She knew who I was, my face was showcased on every block and even if she didn’t, there was no way she was going to say no to my expensive car. Females in this decade were money hungry and they would anything to get it. I was an opportunity to them, and if it meant fucking and sucking me, then so be it.

  “I’m sorry.” She said to her boyfriend. She was not sorry, it just was an unfortunate situation, and the bigger man won. I opened the door and she hopped it. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” He shouted. “You bitch!” He was right. She was a bitch, but she is my bitch for now.

  “How are you?” I asked.

  “I’m good” She smiled.

  Made no sense to small talk, she knew why she was here. I unzipped my pants and took my dick out. She looked at me and smiled; if you looked close enough in her eyes then you would probably see dollar signs. She leaned over and took my dick into her mouth like a pro.

  “Anna, hold up her hair.” I said, and she proceeded to holding up this woman’s hair. She was used to seeing naked women that I always had around me, she even takes it upon herself to bring condoms. Condoms are as stupid as this generation, I hate wearing them. There were no need for condoms in my time, everything was curable.

  She was good; it was obvious this woman had sucked many dicks before. She massaged my balls and moaned while she went up and down the shaft. I looked into her eyes and watched as her eye liner ran down her face. She was choking herself on my dick, trying her best to impress me. She was good, but I was certainly not impressed. I pulled off her head. “That’s enough.”

  She strategically pulled up her dress and revealed her sexy thong to lure me into her kitty. “That is not necessary, I’m afraid our time has come to an end.” I could see the disappointment on her face; it was like she was a struggling actress who had failed her audition and was now left to walk home in self-pity and shame. I gave her couple hundred dollars for her time. “Driver, pull over.” She took her time leaving the van, I hate when they did that. I think she expected me to shout ‘wait!’ at the last minute, and pull her back into the van, marry her and live richly ever after. I gave her nod, closed my window and drove off.

  Anna gave me a sanitary napkin. I threw it back her. “Wipe my dick.”

  “Yes sir.”

  She held my dick delicately and wiped.

  “The Mayor’s dinner party is tomorrow and I need a date. You will be attending with me.”

  She tried not to make eye contact while my dick was in her hand. “Yes sir.”

  I gave her my card. “Buy any dress and accessories you want, just don’t embarrass me.”

  “I will not.”

  “That is all, Anna. I think my dick is pretty clean now.” She made an embarrassing smile and gently tucked it in my boxers.

  “Mr. Bond, we are home.” My driver said.

  “Splendid, Alfred.” I replied.

  Chapter Three

  “Anna!” I shouted from downstairs. The Mayors dinner was in fifteen minutes and we should have already left. “Alfred, ready the car.”

  “Yes, Mr. Bond.”

  Dinners were certainly not my thing; I hated small talks, especially from snakes who only want to get a piece of my wealth. I will make a joke or two, and they would have to laugh, they were my bitches. The men would congratulate me for my achievements and just at the last minute, they would pitch their idea or business plan that they want me to invest or be a part of. Their wives would all give me winks and affectionate touches when their husbands weren’t looking and the complimentary kiss on my cheek would be ever so long. At the last dinner, the Mayor’s wife even went as far as to stick her tongue in my ear. I just wanted to get it over with.

  Anna finally walked down the stairs, and by the blank look on my face, it was obvious to her that I was stunned. She was…was… beautiful. I had never seen her hair out of a bun, it was long and pretty. She wore a long, slim red dress. She spared no conscience with my card and used it to her fullest desire. The rich red dress, which I assumed was made by Alexander McQueen, suited her pale skin. In her ear were glistening diamond earring that matched the diamond necklace around her neck and the diamond bracelet around her wrist. The dress had a high cut which I followed with my eyes, wishing I could see further up. She gracefully walked up to me in her high heels. “I’m sorry I took so long.” She said.

  Her bright red lipstick had me in a trance, so much that I had to look away, but look where? Her eyes? Her legs? Her breast? I was defeated by her elegance. “Let us go.” I said.

  We had reached five minutes late, not what I wanted but I was not bothered. I’m James Bond, I arrive when I arrive. I held Anna’s hand and entered. “Mr. Bond, It is a pleasure to see you.” I am greeted by a man who I do not remember. “That is Charles Duffer.” Anna whispered in my ear.

  “No, Mr. Duffer, the pleasure is all mines.” I gave him a solid handshake.

  “And who is ravishing woman?” He took Anna’s hand and kissed it.

  “This is Anna.”

  “Anna, such a lovely name.” Charles Duffer said.

  “Thank you.” Anna replied.

  “Champagne sir? Madam?” The waiter asked.

  “No thanks.” I said.

  “Yes.” Anna replied. She gave me a look that meant it was okay to take it? I gave a slight nod.

  I had never seen her drink, when I thought about it; I had never seen her do anything at all. It was hard to think that outside of serving me, she had a life of her own, and it had just hit me that I had never fucked her or even knew what she looked like naked. I just never had any interest; she had never got my dick hard… until now.

  The Mayor got up from his seat to greet Anna and i. I stretched for a handshake, but he gave me a hug instead. “How are you Mr. Bond?”

  “I am great. How are you?”

  “I’m happy when you are happy.” He laughed, and I joined in.

  “This is Anna Snow.” I said. I had a card in my pocket with her name on it. It would have been embarrassing to forget my date’s name.

  “Welcome to my home, Ms. Snow.” He kissed her hand.

  “Thank You, It is a pleasure to be here. You have a beautiful house.” She said.

  “Thank you, but I am afraid all the credit goes to my wife.” He laughed. “Please, have a seat.”

  Political jokes we
re flung across the table, it was rich men joking how they were getting richer and the poor getting poorer. They laughed at how gullible the poor were, and how easily they were serenaded by comforting words. For the elite, there is a system that cannot be broken, it is too complex and swift to stop, it is devised to conquer and to be indestructible. This world is for the rich and everyone else is just on borrowed space. The women all wore a smile to cover their dreadful boredom, I can’t blame them, I was bored too. I laughed when I needed to laugh and input couple of my own jokes but I was quiet for the most part.

  The dinner had ended and everyone was moving to the living and balcony to mingle with rest of the richest one percent. “James.” The Mayor called. It seemed we were now on a first name basis. “I have someone who you must meet.” He said, and behind him was a middle age blonde woman with fake perky breast in a really tight dress. I had seen her before. Ms. Bellaire, the owner of Spectrum Inc. I have investments in that company and it is doing really well. “James Bond, this is Maria Bellaire.” He said, and then turned to her. “Maria Bellaire, this is James Bond.”

  I shook her hand. “It is nice to finally meet you.”

  “Likewise, Mr. Bond.” She replied. She greeted Anna. “May I borrow him for a moment?”

  “Sure.” Anna replied.

  I took Ms. Bellaire’s hand and led her to the balcony. She gave me one of those all too familiar smiles, such a shame, I thought she would have made it a bit challenging for me. Ms. Bellaire is known to be a scandalous woman, well—at least not yet, not until a couple of years. In two years, five months and thirteen days, she will be found with five kilos of cocaine and a dead male hooker in her hotel suite, by that time I will have already sold all my shares in her miserable company before it files for bankruptcy.