I tried to make it sound like it was no big deal. But shit, did my dick want to touch the luscious female. The purple dress set my imagination on fire with the way it stretched tight across the chest, putting those big, juicy tits on full display. Aw, fuck me. My balls literally hurt, sizzling so bad.
I shoved my hands in the pockets of my slacks and at least tried to hide how my dick was filling out fast just watching Lacey. With a monster like the one I was packing, it was difficult as hell though. In these thin ass pants, you could practically see my hard-on from outer space.
“Fine. No hugs,” Amanda proclaimed airily. “Let’s sit down then, it’s time to drink the champagne!” she shrilled.
And as I watched, the aunt guided Lacey away, their arms linked. But I couldn’t afford to appear distracted. This was my engagement lunch. I was marrying Amanda, the mom. Not the daughter.
Because I need Amanda’s connections. After working in Chicago, I’m expanding my empire to NYC. But this city doesn’t part its legs unless there’s magic. So yeah, as a billionaire developer, I’m marrying one of the top realtors in Manhattan for her rolodex. Ruthless? Check. Asshole move? Check. Divorce in the future? Check, check, check, as soon as I have all the hook-ups she promised.
Because yeah, this isn’t the real thing, not really. We haven’t even slept together. It’s Amanda’s idea. She thinks taking a man’s sperm in her body will make her age faster. When she told me, I’d practically bust a nut from the joke.
“Don’t laugh,” she said crossly. “Seriously, sperm isn’t good for a mature female.”
I guffawed then, practically doubled over.
“Says who?” was my reply.
“My doctor,” said Amanda airily, vaguely waving her hand. “Mr. Kaboo from Queens says that I need to avoid semen because it’ll give me wrinkles.”
Mr. Kaboo? Are you shitting me? From Queens? Even I, as a newcomer to the city, knew a quack when I saw one.
But Amanda was adamant.
“Not until we’re married,” she said firmly. “Then you can put it in,” she reiterated, eyeing my giant snake.
Normally, I don’t let women tell me no. It’s my way or the highway, sweetheart, and that includes putting your pussy on the line.
But in this case, it didn’t really matter. After all, it was just a sham marriage. I’d just get it somewhere else, hence, the dirty assfucking last night.
But oh shit. After getting a taste of Lacey’s tight butt and thick hips, all I wanted was more. A giant, heart-shaped ass in my bed, breasts I could squeeze like stress dolls, and an abundant body to flow like silk over my sheets.
After one fuck, Lacey already had me greedy as a pig.
But we were still at my engagement lunch, all dolled up with no place to go. Amanda giggled again, smiling at me for show.
“Jakey,” she purred. “I have to keep this body nice and tight for the honeymoon.” She laughed lightly again, perfume heavy like poison. That smell was nothing like Lacey’s soft and delicate scent, one I could bury my nose in while I was filling her ass with my dick.
Fuck, I was in so much trouble with this chickadee.
But my fiancée was on a roll, completely clueless.
“I can’t wait to move into your place after the wedding,” Amanda gushed, squeezing my arm with a red-nailed hand. “My decorator friend already has some great ideas about how to freshen up your bachelor pad.”
Silently, I cursed. My “bachelor pad” was just fine the way it was. Dark wood, massive TV, everything masculine and imposing. Shit, things were already taking a turn for the worse. But we’d divorce before she could get her claws on my place, so it was no big deal right? Breathe, said my subconscious. Breathe.
And somehow I made it through. Needless to say, the lunch was a farce. I was there, but not there, smiling and nodding like a stupid Ken doll. And the whole time, Amanda sat next to me, chattering non-stop, mostly about the upcoming wedding and the honeymoon she’d planned for Bali.
I should have been paying attention to her, but that voice was a slipstream, in one ear and out the other. Because with Lacey sitting across the table, I couldn’t stop thinking about dipping my fuckstick into her asshole again.
Yeah, that’s right. At my own engagement lunch, I was thinking about my stepdaughter’s anus.
Fuck me.
I’m so screwed.
But shit, but the chickadee didn’t help. Because everything she did was so goddamn sensuous. The brunette asked for a helping of both the fish and the chicken, and devoured her meal with an intense appetite that was ravishing. Every time she opened her mouth and eased the fork between those glossy lips, I thought of feeding her my cock and training that virgin throat to take me.
Aw crap.
This was fucking torture.
Grow a pair, I growled at myself before ordering a double whiskey. Grow a pair and get with fucking reality.
Fortunately, the meal was almost over.
“Dessert, sir?”
A stiff-necked waiter appeared at my shoulder with a small square menu. Man, there was a lot of fancy shit on here, like chocolate eclairs with chopped pistachio and vanilla hazelnut cream gelato. But I didn’t feel like eating another thing.
“No thanks,” was my grunt.
But Lacey didn’t hold back at all. The beautiful brunette scrutinized the small print before bestowing the waiter with a glowing smile.
“Yes, red velvet cheesecake please,” she murmured. “That sounds delicious, thank you.”
And shit, but when it came, I was never so turned on. The way she ate that whipped cream? It was pure torture, watching Lacey fork thick white gobs into her mouth. The whole time, I imagined another kind of cream dribbling from the corners of those parted lips. She would take my cock so good, that throat stretching like a pro.
I reached under the table to adjust my stiff package. Fuck. My eyes ate up every inch of that curvy body, caressing her tits, even imagining that tiny asshole again. It’d been so hot and dry up there. Would it welcome me again?
And Lacey could feel my gaze for sure. Swallowing heavily, she visibly jumped and then suddenly shoved back her chair with a loud screech.
“Excuse me,” the girl muttered, refusing to look my way. Instead, the female took off towards the back of the restaurant, practically running.
“Is she okay?”
Her aunt frowned, looking over her shoulder toward Lacey’s retreating back.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Amanda said breezily. “Probably just overate,” the blonde murmured in a hushed voice, like she was sharing a secret. “I keep telling her to skip lunch and stop snacking, college boys don’t like heavy girls. But does my daughter listen? No,” she concluded, flipping her hair over a slim shoulder. “Lacey eats like a pig no matter what.”
I should have been outraged because what mother talks about her daughter like that? One, it was fucking rude, and two, this was her flesh and blood for crying out loud.
But I couldn’t let on. It was too early and would give away too much. So for a full three minutes, I sat in my chair slowly sipping whisky and savoring the burn of the liquor, watching the hands tick away the seconds on my watch. And when the second hand hit twelve, I stood up and excused myself, heading to the back of the restaurant.
The brunette was there, for sure, right in the narrow corridor behind the restrooms. And when she saw me, those brown eyes blazed angrily. Gone was the shy and tipsy girl who’d begged for me to plug her ass.
With no introduction, she hissed once I got close enough, almost spitting fire.
“You can’t look at me like that.”
I arched an eyebrow at her lazily.
“What do you mean?” came my drawl.
But I knew exactly how I’d been looking at her. I just didn’t realize it’d been that obvious. But then the door to the women’s room opened and a waitress bustled out, forcing me to stop for a moment.
But once the intruder departed, I was back on it.
“Are you telling me I can’t look at my new step-daughter?” I asked smoothly, eyeing that curvy form again.
Sure, I was being an asshole, but there was something about those heaving tits and flushed cheeks that really got me going.
“No! I mean yes!” Lacey hissed. “What the hell?”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“You tell me, pretty girl,” I said, amused. “You tell me.”
She looked angry enough to spit, full of fire and life.
“I don’t get it,” she said. “You have sex with me, and then show up here?” she asked, gesturing furiously with one hand. Those brown curls flew, cheeks flushed. “What’s going on? What the hell?”
But again, I’m a triple-A asshole.
“No shit,” I drawled again. “I’m here. I’m getting married. So what?”
“But you’re getting married to my MOTHER!” she almost screamed this time.
“True,” I said, baiting her, stroking my jaw like I was thinking. “True, true. Good point.”
She snorted and whirled away then, the hem of her dress fluttering up around her knees. But even worse, Lacey looked like she was on the verge of another scream, and I couldn’t afford to let her family hear. Time to get this shit in hand. After a quick look around, I grabbed her arm and dragged the creamy female into the men’s room.
Um yeah, not exactly the most romantic place. Industrial tile scrubbed gleaming white, with metal stalls. Even in a five-star joint, a bathroom is a bathroom.
But at least it was clean and empty. And without another word, I dragged Lacey into the large handicap stall and slammed the door behind us, latching it tight.
“Now that we’re not standing around in a public hallway having a private conversation, tell me what you’re trying to say,” I said lazily. “Let it all out, baby, let it out.”
The brunette literally bared her teeth then, and I had to laugh. Shit, this girl was full of verve! I had to get into her, sooner rather than later. So I tried again.
“What are you so worked up about?” came my drawl once more. “We were two people last night, male and female. We hit it off. So what?”
She threw me an angry glaze, huffing with frustration.
“That’s not even it,” bit out Lacey, those caramel eyes sparking. “You shouldn’t have been with anybody last night! You’re an engaged man.”
Hmm, that was true, but clearly this little chickadee didn’t know the specifics of my arrangement with her mom. Should I tell her? Naw, better not. That was Amanda’s prerogative.
So I took it easy.
“There’s no need for you to get excited about who I fuck, princess. Although my cock appreciates your concern.”
Which wasn’t strictly true. I wanted her to be intimately involved with my hard love muscle, especially after that meal. Watching her eat and lick the fork sensuously, squirming in her chair and heaving with pleasure, had kept me hard for an hour. I practically had zipper marks all along my schlong from being so ready to fuck.
And I still wanted to get down. With her in particular.
Lust ran hot through my balls, making them sizzle, filling out my dick even more. And before I knew it, my big frame had crowded close to the brunette, forcing her against the cold metal wall. Those brown eyes dropped to the front of my pants, a gasp rushing from her throat.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she whispered.
I was halfway to giving her an apology for being such a horny old bastard when the female licked her lips, still staring at the massive ridge of my cock. Then it was game over. Fuck this shit.
Because I’m not god. I’m not an angel, or a saint, not by a long shot. I’m an alpha male who’s ready to drill, and this little chickadee had pushed me to my limit.
Grunting like an animal at the end of its rope, I pressed her against the wall and crushed her lips with mine.
Oh shit, it was amazing. Because I didn’t taste her mouth last night. I just went straight for that wet pussy of hers and then her ass. But now … holy shit, this was heaven. Her mouth was luscious and hot, like cheesecake and cream, a combination fit for the gods. Pressed back into the wall, the female wriggled against me and made desperate, needy noises in the depths of her throat.
But Lacey gives as good as she gets. Her fingernails dug into my stomach, clawing like she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Holy fuck, this little slut was right up my alley.
But I’m an ass man through and through. I never pass up an opportunity.
Dragging my mouth away from hers, I whispered harshly, eyes ravenous.
“Turn around, princess. Let me see that butt.”
And like a good girl, the brunette turned, putting her palms up against the wall. Oh yeah, that position was good. The “hands up, you win” posture was perfect because I was going to drill her right here. I yanked those panties off, and sure enough, but the little girl pushed that giant shelf out, luscious and tantalizing.
She was bouncy in all the right places, making my dick throb and twitch, drizzling pre-cum. I had to have her. Right fucking now.
Unzipping, I shoved my pants down, dick in hand and brushed her pussy hole with the tip of my dick faster than I could breathe her name. And now I had a name to go with the fantasy that I’d been indulging in all morning. Lacey. It was so right despite the fact that we were in the men’s room during my engagement lunch, getting ready to do the dirty.
But did I care? Hell no.
“Open your legs wide, sweet thing,” was my raspy growl. “Because it’s show time.”
She whimpered like the perfect little slut, head falling back even as that big butt pushed out further. Clearly, the little girl wasn’t thinking anymore, just going with pure feel. Groaning, those hips rolled back at me, smearing twat juice all over the helmet-head head of my aching cock.
Damn, the brunette learned fast.
But she had me on a leash. I was gonna fuckin’ fire my cum gun in an instant if I didn’t get in there fast.
So groaning, I wet my fingers in that gushing pussy and prepped her asshole with the barest of requirements. Her pleats twitched reflexively, butthole clamping, and the girl turned to look at me over her shoulder, eyes wide.
“Again?” was her gasp. “Put it in straight this time, please.”
But no, there’s too much risk with straight. You know, getting preggo and all that shit. Not with a nubile teen who was gonna be my stepdaughter to boot.
So I shook my head.
“Naw baby. I’m all about the back end. And with that, it began. Slowly, I edged my head into her anus. The sound she made, part pain and part pleasure, shot me straight to the moon, it was so damn good.
“That’s it, princess.” I nudged my cock deeper into her ass. “Exactly like that.”
What was with all this positive reinforcement? I should be banging her ass and taking her tight hole like she was just some convenient slut. But the way Lacey swallowed my thick meat, eager and breathless, grabbed me tight by the balls.
I slid into her ass with a deep groan and grabbed those hips tight for something solid to hold on to while the pleasure made my head spin. “Take all of me, baby,” I groaned. “Every fucking inch.”
She bumped her rump back, whimpering and moaning, and holy shit, but that butt sucked my whole length in then, balls tapping her creamy behind.
“Oh, yeah,” I grunted. “Hell yeah.”
And then the brunette did something so disgusting, that I practically jizzed from the gesture. Moaning deep, eyes shut, the girl reached both hands back, grabbing a butt cheek in each hand. And then she pulled herself open, baring her all to me, letting me get in deeper.
“Yes Daddy, just like that,” was her breathy gasp, eyes squeezed shut as I pummeled her behind. “Just like that.”
Shit, this sweet princess was so fucking dirty! Begging for a long schlong in her bottom? Hot damn.
But the girl held on tight as I pumped deep and slow. Lacey felt so good, her anus squ
eezing my cock like a velvet glove. I swear I’ve never had a better fuck. I didn’t know if it was because she was younger than the type I usually did, or because we were in the men’s restroom while her mom waited outside. My balls fucking ached, tight and ready to spill inside the hot cavern.
But I didn’t start this shit just to finish so soon. Tightening every muscle, I thought of everything possible to hold off the cum barreling down the tracks. And when it slowed, I sped up again, fucking into her like a machine, building up to a climax that I knew was going to rattle my teeth.
My hips snapped forward and back, hard and fast, and with every motion, Lacey gasped and moaned. If anybody had stepped into the bathroom right now, there would be no secret about what we were doing, the heavy slapping sounds unmistakable.
But just like in the club, I didn’t give a fuck. Her cunt was wet for it and my cock hadn’t had this good of a hole in years, maybe not ever. Shit, if her ass was this good, I could only imagine how her pussy would feel around my meat. Just thinking about her snatch made me groan desperately. Grunting with every push, I fumbled to rub her clit.
Oh yeah, Lacey was so wet. Her pussy hole practically drenched my hand as I rubbed that sweet nub. On impulse, I slapped her clit and the girl let out a sharp scream. The wet smacking sound shot straight to my dick, and she screamed again. So I covered that mouth with my hand to muffle the noises, to keep things undercover.
Fuck yes. I slapped her clit again and again, settling into a steady rhythm of slaps on her fat clit while slamming into her bottom hole at the same time.
“Mwmwf!” Her cry rang out in the bathroom, desperate and breathy. “Mwmwmf!”
Oh shit, what we were doing was so fucking wrong. But she screamed and pushed back on my dick like she couldn’t get enough of it. Twisting her head away, she gasped.
“I’m coming. I’m -- unnnnh!”
Yeah, she was. Fuck, I loved it when the chicks got theirs first. That meant I could really let loose while they clenched tighter around me, their holes damn near crushing my dick as the storm swirled.
I grunted her name and slammed in harder, cock ramming like a fuck machine from a porno. Sweat poured down my back under the ten-thousand-dollar suit, balls high and tight.
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