Percy’s hands move to unfasten my shirt just enough to expose my chest. She opens the fabric wide and runs her nails over my flesh.
“I have enough,” I reassure her.
Even if the ones in my pocket run out— I still have half a dozen—I can always get more.
They’re sitting in a basket right near the door. Her friends noticed right away, and grabbed handfuls, and she’s just been collecting them one by one being my little sex kitten.
I inhale sharply at the feel of Percy’s tongue flicking my nipple. My stomach tightens and clenches when she uses her lips to suck on it firmly.
“Good. I’ll have another then.”
She takes a step back from me and smirks.
I give her another bracelet.
“If you want another one though, you’re going to have to really impress me.”
She raises an eyebrow at my challenge.
Percy wraps her hair back into a makeshift bun and licks her lips.
“Challenge accepted, bitch.”
I laugh for all of three seconds before I feel Percy’s lips wrapping around the head of my cock.
Inch by inch, she fits me down the back of her throat until I can feel the tip of her tongue wiggling against my balls.
I dare to look down and see her looking up at me.
She has one hand between her thighs—rubbing against her clit—as she squats in front of me.
Her other hand cups my balls and massages them with obvious intent.
“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”
That’s the other thing about Percy that I adore.
The woman is able to take it all down her throat as easily as breathing. No other woman I’ve ever been with—and certainly none of the uptight fucking princesses that mother wants me to marry—could ever do what Percy does with my cock.
That is a stone-cold fact.
She slides me out of her mouth and looks up at me with a smile.
“I look hot all the time, but thanks,” she says with a wink.
Percy lifts my cock—stroking it as she does—and wraps her lips around my balls. Her tongue swirls around them as she sucks with reckless abandon.
I feel her moan loudly with them in her mouth. Her hand squeezes my cock tighter than before.
Percy’s eyes are closed tightly and I know she’s come from playing with herself.
That, and she’s squirting all over my shoes.
It’s a gorgeous fucking sight to behold.
But, even in the throes of her own climax, she doesn’t stop.
She drops down to her knees—her shaking thighs no longer able to keep her up—and she slaps the head of my cock against her puckered lips.
I reach into my pocket and slide the rest of the wristbands on her arm.
“You win,” I declare.
“Good. Now give me my prize,” she demands.
“If you want it, take it.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice.
My cock slides back into her mouth.
Percy’s head bobs along the length of my cock—her hand following her lips as she goes—and she uses her other hand to massage and tug at my balls.
The world before me starts to turn into a haze. But not from the foam surrounding us. The intensity at which Percy is pushing me to my climax is overwhelming all my senses.
My fingers slide through my hair and grip it tightly. I can feel my hands going number as I pull on my scalp.
My thighs threaten to give out. My toes curl inside my shoes.
I growl—in a way that only Percy has ever been able to make me do—and then it happens.
I release and explode down the back of Percy’s throat.
And—like she always does—she doesn’t relent when she feels my cum fill her mouth.
She sucks harder as she swallows every drop that she takes from me.
I can’t make heads nor tails which way is up or down anymore.
Every muscle and fiber of my body feels as though it’s on fire.
I’m so engrossed by Percy’s lips and tongue milking away at my cock that I don’t even notice the sound of people yelling and calling out.
The sound of someone yelling at Percy rises over the thumping beat of the music and the pounding beat of my own heart.
I turn to the side and my eyes go wide in surprise.
Inches from my face is the nose of a brown steed.
Slowly I look up to see Sammi with Mysti May atop its back. Beside them, Becky is on another as she yells at Percy.
“Percy! Get up and get on. We have to go,” Becky exclaims.
“What? Why?” Percy asks as she licks the last of my cum from her lips.
“Well, in case you didn’t notice, we stole some horses. And a basket of fancy bracelets,” Mysti answers.
I can’t help but stare dumbfounded at the scene before me. I know that Percy and her girls tend to get into crazy and wild antics, but seeing it first hand—especially in this mind-numbing state that I’m in—is something else.
I feel Percy kiss the bottom of my jaw and watch as she hops onto the horse behind Becky.
“See you around hot stuff. Thanks for the bracelets,” Percy calls out. “Hi-ho, Silver, bitches.”
Fuck, I love this woman.
15
Percy
Saturday 12:24 Pm
My legs are shaking as if I’m standing aboard a cruise ship ready to tip over in the Caribbean somewhere.
I’m just starting to come down from this crazy orgasm when it sinks in that Mr. Mystery Man with the hard body and sexy voice is gone.
Disappointment doesn’t feel nearly as strong a word to describe how I feel about that.
The man was working my pussy like he was reading my mind.
When he made me come—and fuck did I ever come—it was un-fucking-real.
For the second time in twenty-four hours, I’ve squirted all over this fucking dance floor. And all thanks to some stranger with a big dick and a dreamy body.
I wonder if this one would have tasted as good as the one from last night.
Given how nice his cock was, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that I would have been down for seconds.
Nobody dances that well without knowing how to work his cock in bed. It’s just not fucking possible.
Whoever this mystery man is, I owe him for helping me remember some of what happened last night.
Now I know just how I earned each and every fucking one of these fucking bracelets.
Now it’s just a matter of letting the girls know.
I stroll back the way I came and find the group of them enjoying themselves. It doesn’t even look like they realized I’d left them for ten minutes.
Sammi has finished making her fucking shark.
Mysti May and Becky have made their foam snow man.
And the teddy bear toddler is running around Mysti’s legs like he just had six chocolate bars and a bag of sugar.
Just another day in our lives.
Sammi is the first one to look up at me from her own little world.
“Hey, Percy. Sorry about that. We got a little wrapped up in the foam. Let’s go see what we can find out,” she says apologetically.
“No need, I already know what happened here last night.”
“Guys, Percy knows what’s up! Come over here,” Sammi yells at the others and they look to me with unabated curiosity.
“So…the bracelets, what’s the deal? Why the fuck do we have so many?” Becky asks.
“Well, we were here for last night’s foam party. I danced with some dude who was handing out bracelets for every naughty and dirty thing I did on the dance floor.”
Becky and Sammi immediately look at each other in shock before looking down at their stacks of bracelets.
I can see the mix of horror and awe in their eyes.
After all, both of them are here without their husbands. So if they were getting nasty to get bracelets, it meant they weren’t d
oing it with their men.
Mysti May, on the other hand, is grinning from ear to ear with pride. Given her luck in the romance department, she could probably use a good club orgy to help her get over all those instances of being broken-hearted.
And, as cruel as it sounds, I’m tempted to string them along a bit to get a rise out of them. I’ll call it payback for fucking around with the foam instead of helping.
“Oh no. Please no,” Sammi says. “I can’t believe I’d do this to Lock. Not after Bangkok and that whole shit show.”
“You? I’m the one who’s pregnant,” Becky chimes in.
“Fuck, we still don’t know if those were my tests earlier or not,” Sammi counters.
“They better not be mine,” Mysti declares.
“Well, given the number of bracelets you have who fucking knows. You’re not exactly picky when it comes to the relationship department,” Sammi says.
Mysti looks like she’s about to say something to shoot down what Sammi just said, but she ends up shrugging her shoulders and nodding.
As much as we all love Mysti, she isn’t exactly known for her taste in partners.
Her theater of exes includes a secret Colombian cocaine lord and a woman who was already married. I mean, her last fling was a ladyboy Celine Dion impersonator, for fuck’s sake.
But any temptation I have to make Sammi and Becky sweat goes out the window because of their concerns.
“Girls, knock it off. You guys didn’t do anything dirty or perverted or naughty to get your bracelets.” I reveal.
All three of them look at me.
Sammi and Becky look beyond relieved at the news. Mysti May actually looks disappointed.
“We didn’t?” Sammi asks with a raised eyebrow.
“No, you didn’t. I did. I did a lot, and I mean a lot, of dirty things. It was pretty fucking hot, actually. This guy had a super big schlong and really knew how to play with my pussy. And when he came in my mouth—”
“Okay, okay. We get it. You’re a slut for big dicks,” Becky interrupts with a laugh.
She’s not wrong. I really am. It’s why I can’t get married.
I’m a woman who cannot—and will not—be tamed by any man. I’m a lioness without a pack who devours prey and lover alike. To be wed is to be tied down and caged in a life of dull, repetitive sex. That’s not only a life I want to live. It’s a life I can’t live.
The very thought of such an existence makes me sick to my stomach.
A woman like me needs her freedom to be who she wants to be.
Men can’t handle that. It breaks their fragile ego to be with a woman who has more needs than they can fulfill on their own.
It’s not their fault—not that they believe me when I tell them—but it’s also not my problem.
I’m super happy that Sammi and Becky found their one true love that fulfills their every need. Seriously, I’m over-the-moon happy for them that they have that, but their appetites have never been as big as mine.
“So, wait a second, you did your usual thing of being naughty with the men to get yours, but how the fuck did we get ours then?” Sammi asks confused.
“Oh, you guys stole a box of them and put them on after you stole the horses.”
“Oooohhhhhhhhh. Wait! Horses!?” Sammi blurts out.
“Oh, yeah. You three stole a couple of horses last night. Beautiful ones too. Big chestnut colored stallions.”
“Really? You couldn’t say ‘brown,’ Percy? Just had to use a word with ‘nut’ in it, didn’t you?” Mysti says with arms folded over her chest and a smirk on her face.
There’s a moment of silence between us before we all start laughing.
“All right, so where did we get the horses?”
I look over at Becky and shrug in response.
“I have no fucking idea. You guys just came crashing the fuck in with them. I was way too distracted to even see you leave.”
“All right. So, just to make sure we’re all on the same page, let’s recap,” Sammi says with an authoritative tone. “We all came here for the foam party. You end up on your own with a mystery man who has a giant cock and gives you bracelets for being you. The rest of us end up doing God knows what before stealing a couple of horses and a box of bracelets before we grab you and bounce. Sound about right?”
I nod and open my mouth just in time to be interrupted.
“Excuse me, ladies?”
I turn around to see a large man in black pants and a black t-shirt—that’s a size too small—with the club’s logo on it. One hand is on his hip and the other is holding up the toddler by the back of the shirt.
“Is this little guy yours?”
All of us turn to Mysti May.
The bouncer hands the kid off to Mysti and turns to face the rest of us.
“Look, ladies, you’re going to have to leave. This is a club, not a daycare. You get him a babysitter and want to come back, then by all means, do it.”
He starts to escort us to the door.
I grab his ass. It’s nice and firm.
He looks down at me with wide eyes.
“So, if we come back do I get to have a dance?” I ask suggestively.
The bouncer blushes about fifty shades of red.
Sammi grabs my arm and begins to drag me out the doors and back into daylight.
“See you around, cute stuff,” I coo.
We’re back on the street and Sammi is glaring at me.
“What? Did you not see his body? And his ass was super tight. I bet I could really loosen that boy up. He’d never know what hit him.”
I waggle my eyebrows and wiggle my ass at the thought of leaving the poor bouncer a brain dead wreck.
“Priorities, Percy. Let’s get last night sorted before repeating our mistakes, yes?”
“Speak for yourself, Sammi. Adventures are never mistakes.”
But she does have a valid point. We really need to figure out what else happened last night.
I look down at the ring on my finger. I really need to get to the bottom of this, and figure out who the fuck I’m married to.
16
Percy
Saturday 12:59 Pm
We walk slowly down the street, pushed closely together in our usual huddle. Mysti is going on again about the pregnancy tests, small bear child still hugging her for dear life.
Her gaze constantly wander back to the kid in question, occasionally skipping over to Becky’s protruding stomach. Her eyes seem to grow a little wider every time. I can practically hear the screams pouring through her head.
I don’t blame her. I’m more than a little concerned myself.
Everything considered though, I’d say she’s holding herself together pretty well. Despite the Are You My Mother scene that she happened to wake up to.
Honestly, before today, I would have thought Mysti’s the last person who should have a kid. We’ve all seen her struggle with the most basic concepts of adulthood. The idea of her trying to impart wisdom on another human being… well, it’s just a little scary.
Seeing her with this one attached at the hip though, she really isn’t doing half-bad.
She’s infinitely better with him than I would be anyway. I mean, she has yet to buy a leash, which would have been my first priority.
He suddenly stops walking, pulling desperately at Mysti’s shirt for attention. Small fussy noises escape him, growing louder until Mysti leans to talk to him.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, sounding concerned.
He just continues whining louder, like a tourist who doesn’t speak the local language.
She looks at up at us, eyes pleading for help.
“I don’t know what he’s saying! I can’t do this, you guys!” She looks back down at him fearfully, “I’m not ready to be a mother!”
All my thoughts about her handling the situation shift instantly as I watch the growing panic in her eyes. I’d say she’s about a solid second from completely losing her shit.
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nbsp; “He’s probably hungry,” I offer.
His stomach growls an instant later, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“How did you know that?” Mysti asks, looking way too impressed.
“Well, what else could be wrong with him? I took a shot.”
“No, really, that was amazing.”
I laugh, knowing I was shooting blindly but feeling my ego inflate none the less.
“Alright, stomach whisperer,” Becky chimes in, “let’s find us some food then.”
Thankfully, this part of the city is practically overrun with cafes, so we don’t have to go too far before Sammi spots one.
We march straight for the mostly empty eatery, Mysti looking ten kinds of defeated by the time we get there.
We sit at a table on the patio, all our eyes now tracking the kid.
“What does it eat?” Mysti asks, eyeing him like he really is a dangerous animal.
“Um, food,” Becky says, giggling.
“Well, like what?”
I quickly grab a menu, scan the list annoyingly.
“Here, stroopwafel, get him that.”
“What is it?” Mysti asks.
“Fuck if I know. Just get it.”
Mysti sighs in resignation and we all sit in silent contemplation until the waiter arrives. After what we’ve uncovered so far, there’s no shortage of things to dwell on.
One of us is very likely pregnant, I’m almost certainly married, and my fiancé is on the news with some new wife of his own. Ex-fiancé. Whatever.
That’s not even taking into account my mystery guy, or the bear-skinned toddler currently drumming the table across from me.
It’s been an eventful twenty-four hours, that’s for sure.
When a polite man in an apron appears, we’ve all been a little too busy in our own heads to look at the menu. We end up ordering stroopwafels all around. Mostly because, it can’t be that bad.
At least it’s not pickled herring, which it turns out, people actually eat. Crazy fucking world, right?
“Okay,” Sammi says suddenly, leaning forward. “So we need another clue. We’ve gotta figure out where this little guy came from.”
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