I took a sip of scotch. Mica’s legs went on for miles. I dragged my eyes up her lean frame. While not a God-given feature, her boobs were incredible. I finished what remained of my drink in one gulp. With my gaze fixed on the bulging mounds of flesh, I blindly poured the glass full.
I wondered what her father paid for her tits. I sipped the scotch. However much it was, they were worth it.
I realized halfway through my second glass of whiskey that I wasn’t physically aroused. Mentally, I was a devout admirer of the big-boobed coed. Physically, it appeared she did nothing for me.
I was as limp as a wet noodle.
Frustrated with my anatomy’s lack of interest, I imagined her lowering herself to her knees and begging me to stuff my cock in her mouth.
My dick didn’t so much as twitch.
Although fucking Mica was out of the question, I needed to know if I’d somehow become impotent. Normally, thinking about sex aroused me.
Assuming my subconscious mind was elsewhere, I decided to give the verbal path a try. Talking about it always brought my dick to full attention.
“You think you want to fuck, huh?” I asked over the rim of my glass.
She hopped onto the kitchen island. Her endless legs dangled over the edge. She wagged her knees back and forth in an obvious effort to entice me. “I know I do.”
I gave her a flippant look. “You’re young enough to be my daughter.”
She squeezed her breasts together with the inside of her biceps. Her tanned flesh bulged out of the skimpy top.
Seeming surprised at her accomplishment, she smirked. “I’ll call you daddy if that’s what you want.”
Despite her efforts—and the wayward sexual conversation—my limp dick remained completely disinterested.
I downed the scotch and set the glass aside. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
* * *
I pounded the back of my clenched fist against Anna’s door. After a short wait, it opened.
Dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a wrinkled tee shirt, Anna stood just inside the doorway. Her curly hair was gathered into a tangled mess that sat atop her head. Cradling a nearly empty glass of wine in her hand, she looked me up and down.
“Well, that didn’t take you long,” she said upon meeting my gaze. “What happened?” She gulped what remained of the wine. “Did she have a curfew?”
“She’s a client.”
She wiped the corner of her mouth with the heel of her palm. “Catering to half-naked teens now?”
“She’s twenty-two,” I retorted.
She coughed a dry laugh. “In dog years, maybe.”
I had no desire to bicker with her about Mica. Determining if I had erectile disfunction was my only concern. Instead of beating around the bush, I decided to get right to it. Knowing a verbal exchange would suffice, that’s the direction I traveled.
I gave her a quick look and then met her glassy-eyed glare. “I want you to suck my cock.”
My dick twitched at the thought of Anna complying with the request. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.
“Fuck you,” she said, eyeing me as she spoke. “Suck my cock.”
My gaze narrowed. “You don’t have a—”
The door slammed shut.
Amused by her apparent jealousy—and her feisty mood—I rang the doorbell. Following a lengthy wait, it opened.
Eager to determine if the twitch was a fluke, I decided to start with an apology and go from there. After a few more sexually suggestive comments, I’d know for sure if I was broken or merely subconsciously uninterested in Mica.
“Listen,” I began. “I’m sorry I started off like that. It’s just…I was trying to—”
“Take off your pants.” She gestured toward my crotch with a freshly filled glass of wine. “Get your big cock out.”
Like a rocket, my dick shot from its flaccid state. Thrilled that everything seemed to be in working order—but unwilling to disrobe at her command—I met her drunken gaze with a stern glare. “I’m not whipping out my—”
The door swung closed with a thump!
Slightly irritated—but thoroughly amused—I knocked on the door.
It opened.
Clutching the doorknob in one hand and her wine glass in the other, Anna took a drink. She lowered the glass, sloshing wine at her feet in the process. “I’ve got little use for you other than sex.” She stepped to the side and gestured toward the living room. “You can either come in and get busy or go back to your teenage bikini model.”
“I can’t—”
“Can’t come in, or can’t go back to the twenty-two-year-old?”
I pressed my palm against the door to prevent her from slamming it shut in my face. “Can’t come in.”
“Why?”
“I’m not going to leave her over there by herself.”
“Afraid she needs help posting selfies to Instagram?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.
“She’s a client,” I said. “And she’s alone in my home.”
“Why’d you come here?” she asked.
I wasn’t willing to admit I had an erectile disfunction, even if it appeared to only be applicable to Mica. Explaining the “I want you to suck my cock” declaration I’d made wasn’t going to be easy.
“I wanted to antagonize you,” I said, although it wasn’t true. “I’m sorry. It was uncalled for.”
“You’re a prick.”
“Actually, I’m not as bad as it might—”
“You weren’t that good, anyway,” she said under her breath. She pushed against the door. “Forget it.”
She was much stronger than I expected. I braced the edge of the door with my foot and then looked right at her. “Excuse me!?”
She gave me a flippant look. “Forget it.” She gulped her wine. “I’ll finger myself. It’ll be just as satisfying.”
“Just as satisfying as what?”
“As satisfying as sex.” She gave me a quick once-over. “With you, at least.”
“Drunk or not,” I warned. “You need to watch your tone.”
She peered down her nose at me. “Or what?”
I edged my way inside. I faced her and crossed my arms over my chest. “Or else.”
As if thoroughly entertained by my remark, she chuckled. “Now that you’re in here, I’m going to fuck you.” She stepped around me and kicked her bare foot against the door. “My way.”
The door slammed closed.
She wasn’t going to do anything of the sort. Nevertheless, my attention was piqued by her remark. I followed her with my eyes as she walked in front of me.
“Your way?” I asked.
“We had sex in the parking lot your way.” She shifted the wine glass from her right hand to her left. “Now, it’s my turn.”
She was so close I could taste the sweetness of the wine on her breath. Her alcohol-induced courage was cute. No differently than Mica, she wasn’t going to coerce me into having sex. I was far too strong-willed to succumb to her drunken advances.
Besides. I had a $1,000 bet on the line.
“You’re not getting a turn,” I insisted. “We agreed it was a one-time thing.”
Without warning, she grabbed my cock, which was as stiff as a stone. “I changed my mind.” She squeezed the shaft firmly. “You might not be interested, but he sure is.”
I glanced at her hand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
With my cock gripped firmly in her hand, she lowered herself to her knees. Before I had a chance to object, my slacks were unzipped.
She stroked my cock with her free hand. “My way.”
I desperately wanted Anna to suck my cock, but knew I had to fight the urge. I swallowed hard, preparing to object to her intentions. At the instant my lips parted, hers did the same.
Paralyzed by desire, I gawked as she slid her mouth along the rigid shaft.
Just like that, I’d been hornswoggled into a blowjob by my drunken neighbor. It was a first, but te
chnically it wasn’t sex. Provided I went no further with Anna, I’d win the bet with Pratt, and continue my pattern of “one time only” when it came to sex.
Still cradling the glass of wine loosely in her left hand, she withdrew her mouth until her lips rested around the rim of the swollen head.
Anna was an adorable woman. Seeing my cock in her mouth was driving me insane with sexual desire. I didn’t want her to stop but allowing her to continue would likely lead me along a sexual path I wasn’t prepared to travel upon.
Following a short pause—during which time I contemplated pulling away—she engulfed half my cock in one gulp.
I sucked a choppy breath. “Jesus fucking—” I stumbled backward until my flattened palms came to rest against the door. “Christ.”
On her knees, she followed me every step of the way, never allowing my dick to spring free of the warm confines of her mouth.
I watched with wide eyes as she continued her open-mouthed assault, eagerly taking my dick into her throat at a pace so rapid I feared I wouldn’t last much longer than a matter of minutes.
Her saliva covered the length of my shaft. Seeing it glisten as she withdrew her mouth was a huge turn-on.
I closed my eyes.
Slurping sounds bounced from one interior wall to the other.
I tried desperately to block them out but failed. It was no use. I opened my eyes and eagerly watched as she continued to suck my cock like doing so was going to save someone’s life.
I was no newcomer to blowjobs. I had never, however, been so aroused in my life.
Anna wasn’t completing a task, she was performing art.
Seconds before I was sure to ejaculate in her mouth, she pulled away. Grinning a sly smile of accomplishment, she met my downward gaze.
I wanted to throw a fit. To demand that she complete the task she started. Still hypnotized by her oral ability at the moment, I was incapable of expressing my opinion. While I collected my thoughts, she did a quick about-face and pushed her sweats past her knees.
They fell in a crumpled wad at her feet.
With a swift motion of her right foot, she kicked them aside.
My eyes darted to her naked lower half. Her narrow waist flared out into a wide set of hips, forming an ass like none I’d ever seen. As I stared in admiration of the heart-shaped wonder, she spread her feet shoulder width apart.
Her outstretched fingers gripped her ass cheeks. She bent at the waist until her forehead was inches from touching the hardwood floor. Her forearms tensed as she spread herself wide.
Her pussy opened like a flower.
My mind screamed no, but my mouth gave no opposition whatsoever.
Incapable of doing nothing but complying with her unspoken wish, I fumbled to unbuckle my belt. Before I’d completed the task, she guided the tip of my swollen cock between her upper thighs.
I lowered the waist of my slacks to just above my knees.
Still bent over at a ninety-degree angle, she pushed her weight against me. Her tight pussy slowly swallowed my rigid shaft until the entire length disappeared completely.
If her pussy were any smaller, sex between the two of us would be impossible. By the grace of God, all the pieces fell into place, leaving the two of us feeling like we were having sex for the first time each time we committed the act.
“Damn that feels good,” she announced.
I hated admitting it, but it felt heavenly.
“Fuck yes, it does,” I agreed.
Prepared to fuck her like she owed me money, I reached for her waist. As my hands came in contact with her smooth skin, she started bucking her hips like a mad woman.
With the pace of a jackhammer and the predictable rhythm of a well-written song, her ass came crashing against my thighs. The unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin filled the entryway.
Pressed firmly against the door, I had no option but to allow her to continue. I wasn’t accustomed to being on the receiving end of a woman’s sexual onslaught, but I wasn’t about to complain. It felt amazing.
Her twerking and bucking continued, never slowing in pace or losing authority. She was fucking me her way and I was enjoying every stroke.
A series of grunts and moans that couldn’t be confused as being anything but expressed sexual pleasure escaped each of us, overshadowing the sound of bare skin against bare skin.
The clap, clap, clapping of her hips against my thighs. Her tight pussy squeezing the length of my shaft with each stroke she took. The erotic moans…
Everything melded together.
Within a matter of minutes, I felt myself being sucked toward a climactic conclusion.
“Your. Cock. Feels. So. Good,” she said in perfect timing with the movement of her hips.
A bang! at the door caused my heart to nearly leap from my chest. Instantaneously, the door swung open, causing me to lose my balance.
With my slacks around my ankles and my cock pointing skyward, I stumbled through the opening, only to land against a half-clad Mica Weinberg.
She glanced at Anna, and then at my quickly shrinking hard-on.
“What. The fuck,” she gasped in clear disgust.
“What the fuck is right,” I snapped. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she retorted. “You’re supposed to be—”
I reached for my belt with one hand and gestured toward my house with the other. “Get your ass in the house.”
“Fuck you,” she spat.
She turned away and began parading across Anna’s yard, in the opposite direction of my home.
“God damn it Mica,” I complained, buckling my belt. “Get your ass back here.”
“Fuck her,” Anna declared. “Let that inconsiderate bitch go.”
Although it was only momentarily, I’d forgotten about Anna. I glanced at her, and then at the quickly disappearing Mica.
“I’m sorry,” I said, meeting Anna’s fiery-eyed glare. “I’ve got to—”
The door swung closed with a bang!
There were two directions I could go. One would net me $100,000, and one would end with me likely losing a $1,000 bet.
Although I was torn, I turned toward Mica and took off running.
Anna
Sitting at the kitchen table, I sipped my coffee during one of the lulls between the throbs of my pounding headache. Furious about the previous night’s impromptu home invasion, I waited anxiously for Giselle to bring the contract for the home listing. After signing it, I could spend a few days preparing the home, and then be on my way back to Oklahoma. Within a week, I’d be free of Braxton Rourke—and his odd sexual issues—forever.
My phone pinged. I swept the tip of my index finger across the screen. It was a message from Giselle.
Have you seen the news?
I picked up the phone and typed my response.
No. Why?
Her response was immediate.
Turn it on. Channel 7
I reduced the sound to the lowest setting, activated the closed captioning, and turned on the news. I watched in complete shock as the words swept across the screen beneath a mask-wearing newscaster’s face.
In an effort to contain the virus, Governor Gavin Newsom has ordered California's nearly 40 million residents to stay at home. In effect immediately and until further notice, the residents of the state are to “shelter in place”, and not to leave their homes except for essential purposes.
Essential purposes are defined as getting groceries, obtaining prescriptions, and receiving healthcare. Commuting to jobs that have been deemed essential will also be allowed. All non-essential businesses are to be closed immediately and will remain closed until further notice. With the exception of deliveries, all restaurants are to remain closed to the public. Bars will remain closed to the public. Violators of this order will be charged criminally, leaving the residents no alternative but to…
I called Giselle. As soon as she answered, I let out a heavy sigh. �
��Oh my God. This is insane.”
“Washington and New York did the same thing earlier this morning,” she said. “They’re saying it’s going to be nationwide in a matter of days. The infected count in Washington is doubling every day. They’re up to 5,000 infections now, and it’s killing people at a much higher rate than what they claimed in China. They said in the news conference that China lied intentionally. Something about trying to protect trade.”
“Where does…what…are you still,” I stammered. “Are you still going to list the house? Can you?”
“Realtors aren’t essential,” she replied. “All things considered I don’t think it’s in either of our best interest to list it now. It will just sit on the market until this is all over. It’s anyone’s guess how long this will last. If other states follow suit, maybe it’ll be over in a month. If they don’t, and the virus continues to spread, maybe it will take two or three.”
“Two or three months?” I shrieked. “Months?”
“They said that’s a possibility.”
“People are supposed to go three months without work?” I tried to wrap my mind around the thought. “The nation will go broke.”
“The stock market crashed already,” she said. “As soon as the governor of New York made the announcement it fell nearly two thousand points. When our governor did the same, it fell another two thousand.”
My heart sank. The amount of people who were destined to lose money was in the tens of millions. If things didn’t change soon, it would be hundreds of millions. I stared at the television in disbelief that things could change so drastically in an instant.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked.
“Financially,” I replied. “I’ll be fine.”
“If nothing else, you can get to know that neighbor of yours.”
Being confined to a home next door to Braxton was appalling.
I cringed at the thought. “I know enough about him to know staying away is the only answer.”
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