“I think even an old wrinkled guy with warts would do it for me right now,” Kayla moaned.
“Chick flick it is.” I announced.
**
That night, with my stomach satisfyingly full of pizza and feeling sated thanks to a couple beers, I quickly changed into my shorts and camisole and climbed under my duvet. I dreamed vividly, about a man with short blond hair. I met him in a bar and he was someone I had known in the past. Years had passed and I found him hot and attractive. He felt the same. I woke just after we had shared a panty melting kiss, with the promise of meeting again. A sigh escaped me. It had seemed so real and yet was a figment of my overactive imagination. My thighs clenched together. I didn’t want it to end there. Fuck it! I’ll carry it on in my thoughts.
I return to the bar and to the image of this blond-haired man. My lips back on his. His tongue invades my mouth, going deep and tangling with my own.
“Want to get out of here?” He asks.
“Yes.”
I picture the frantic removal of clothing in his apartment and then my mind reverts back to the email I received earlier. I try to get my thoughts to take a different route, but they’re relentless. In my imagination I drop to my knees, taking the man’s raging cock in my mouth. I’m so full, I have to stop myself from gagging. I cup his balls in my hand and lick around the tip of his swollen mushroom head, letting it slide in and out of my mouth. It makes a popping sound each time I let him free. He’s frustrated and gripping my hair, forces me to take him deeper in my throat. I suck hard and he groans, his pleasure evident on his face. He watches me, eyes alert as I continue to suck. He fucks my face hard until I feel his balls pull back, tightening and then he fills me with his cum, emptying his load straight to the back of my throat. I swallow him down and lick my lips. He thanks me and wipes a thumb over my lip, smearing my pink lip gloss and droplets of his cum up my cheek.
“Beautiful.” He said in a deep husky voice.
I couldn’t take any more of the fantasy, so I spread my legs wide apart and shoved my hand down my shorts. I could feel my engorged lips, slick with my juices and I pushed one finger, then another into my pussy. I pistoned them, imagining they’re my fantasy lover’s cock. It took me over the edge and I tried to be quiet--with my friend’s rooms so near to my own—but I had to let out a tumultuous scream as I shuddered with my orgasm. The sound was unmistakable. I felt my cheeks flush so I pulled my legs together, the aftershocks, smaller shudders, still coming. My breath finally evened out. I felt so relaxed, all the tension having left my body. I turned over in bed to finally try to get some sleep.
“I want whatever you’re having.” Kayla shouted out from the adjacent room.
Fuck! I pretended I was snoring by making loud noises as if I was innocent, but in reality my hand went back between my legs, feeling how soaked I was and how much I had dampened my shorts.
**
Our apartment had one open plan area with a dining table to one corner, small kitchen to another and a living room that faced a large balconied patio window. To the back of the room was a long corridor, where at the end were our three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The main tenant, Haley, had the room with the en-suite bathroom and patio window with balcony, and Kayla and I shared the other bathroom. I walked past and could hear the shower running and her singing. I’m not a morning person, preferring to have coffee and breakfast before my own shower so this worked out just fine. I poured a coffee from the pot and took a seat at the corner table, banging my mug down on the table top. Hot coffee sloshed out of the mug, scalding my hand.
“Fuck me, that’s hot.”
Kayla chose that moment to walk through, rubbing her hair with a towel. “Is that what you were saying last night in your fantasies you dirty bitch?”
I blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“If that’s how you want to play it.” She impersonated my loud orgasm noise. “That noise came from your room last night; you might want to check out what it was.”
Haley turned to us from her position on the couch, tossing her magazine down. “There’s nothing wrong with masturbating. We all do it. Christ I’d have seized up by now if I didn’t.”
“Haley!” We said in tandem. It’s so unusual for Haley to say anything so bluntly.
“Well it’s true. My B.O.B. is my other best friend apart from you two.”
We all laughed.
Haley changed the subject, obviously done with any carnal conversation. “What’s everyone up to today? Anything exciting?”
“I’m showing a client around a condo at Brighton Beach.” I told them.
“Oh my God, I love it out there,” Haley said, her hands clasped together. “Swap me so I can go visit.”
“Not a chance with the commission I’ll earn if I get him to purchase.”
“It’s a purchase, not a rental?” she asked.
“Sure is. A steal at $3.5m.”
“Oh my God.” Haley said in a surprised tone. “Do you think between us we could buy a brick each?”
“So my schedule is to meet the client at eleven and I have nothing else going on, because I centered my whole day around trying to get Mr. Carter of Carter Property Enterprises, to part with his cash.” I swallowed the rest of my coffee and snatched Kayla’s pop tart out of her hand, I took a bite and walked towards the shower. “Catch you guys later.”
“Thanks for waiting to listen about my day,” Kayla yelled out. “And for eating my breakfast.”
**
I waited for Mr. Carter to show up in the lobby of the Brighton Condominium and Club. The lobby looked like any luxury hotel with reception and concierge and a waiting area, with bar and restaurant set further back. The building had twenty-four hour security, a gym, pools and private beach access. I didn’t want coffee breath when I met my client so I sucked on a mint while I watched the doorway.
Two men entered the building at once. One was middle-aged, balding and short. The other looked like a movie-star. I bet I knew which one was my client. Sure enough the older one walked towards me. “Could you tell me, are you Miss Harris?”
“I am.” I shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carter.”
“Oh, no, sorry, you’re mistaken.” The gentleman said. “I’m Mr. Carter’s driver. He’s waiting for you in the bar.” I turned around, following the man’s pointed finger and my gaze was met by steely grey eyes from the movie-star man. “If you would like to go through to meet him, I’ll go and wait in the car.”
I was intrigued. He couldn’t introduce himself? I supposed he didn’t know for sure it was me. Not everyone looked up my photo like the pervert. I stood up and brushed down my peach, knee-length skirt. My heels clacked on the marble floor as I made my way over to the bar.
“Mr. Carter?” I held out my hand.
“Miss Harris.” He took my hand in his, holding it a fraction too long. I noted his hands were huge, his fingers had thick digits. His skin was as smooth as the marble floor under my feet. I took in his appearance: blond hair that was slicked back and came to midway down his neck and his chin was covered by a touch of pale stubble. He was a man who worked out, had a medium-build and I would put him at six foot two. He was dressed in a sharp business suit but lacked a tie and his white shirt had the two top buttons undone.
“I thought we would talk a bit before you showed me the condo. I would like to know who I’m doing business with.” He stated.
“That’s fine.” I nodded, removing my peach jacket, as it was becoming too warm for me in the bar. I watched his eyes follow my jacket, pausing for a fraction as my pale blue blouse gaped at the front. Sometimes my large bust was entirely frustrating. I tried to keep my jacket on wherever possible and cover the girls up but today was too warm and I gave up. I’d just have to put up with my chest being spoken to. It wouldn’t be the first time. However Mr. Carter’s gaze quickly returned to my face and that’s where it stayed throughout the rest of our conversation, which m
ade a refreshing change.
He ordered us two mineral waters. I didn’t mind. I found a lot of these successful businessmen liked to do that. Displaying their egos as they took charge.
I explained about my background with Green’s.
“So you have a lot of experience with rich businessmen then?” He asked, appraising me coolly.
“I’m one of Green’s main Realtors in high end real estate.”
“Could I ask you something personal?” His finger skimmed around the top of his glass which emitted a whistling sound.
“Sure, though whether I’ll answer or not depends on the question.”
“Do you have rich businessmen bothering you all the time, thinking they can buy you as well as the property?”
My eyes narrowed. “No. They’ve never been anything but professional. They know that should they be anything less, their reputation would be tarnished. Green’s is a very friendly firm and we are all looked after. I have an alarm that rings straight to the office. Should anything unexpected occur, the cops would be on their ass before they’d have a chance to feel mine up.”
“Good. I’d hate to think you had to put up with that.” He answered. Mr. Carter smiled at me and it changed his whole appearance. His face looked years younger. I swore his eyes looked a warmer shade of grey and his lips parted to show a row of pearly white teeth with one canine slightly twisted at the right hand side of his front teeth. The fact that he had this slight imperfection pleased me. He was too perfect before. Now he seemed more human, just from that one flaw.
“Are you ready for me to show you the condo now?” I asked him.
“Absolutely. Lead the way.” He said.
We took the elevator up to the eighth floor and I walked us to the apartment and opened the door.
“After you.” I told him.
He walked inside.
The apartment opened up into a spacious hallway, which resembled a mini version of the downstairs lobby with the marble floor. There were coat hooks, a coat rack, shoe racks and a sofa. I pushed and held open a further door which led into a vast lounge. There were windows to the front and right of the apartment that all overlooked the beach. The sunshine streamed in through the windows making the room glow and showing it to its best potential. The view was nothing less than stunning.
Mr. Carter turned to me. “Amazing view.”
“Yes, it’s something isn’t it?”
He looked at me and there was a beat of hesitation before he replied, “Quite something.”
The lounge had a large kitchen area and island which ran from where the windows ended on the right hand side. It was dark wood and masculine. Not to my taste but I hoped it appealed to his. I was led to believe that this was a personal purchase as opposed to a business one. Quite a few clients purchased Brighton Beach condos and stayed there in the summer, commuting from their New York apartments. I showed him the bathroom next which was large, white and functional.
I sang the praises of the separate large shower cubicle.
“It’s just a bathroom. It’s fine. Show me the master bedroom please, Miss Harris.”
“Of course, right this way.”
I opened the master bedroom door and he walked through first, heading straight for the large window which gave him the same fabulous view of the beach. His gaze scanned the rest of the room: a simple wooden bed and matching bedroom furniture.
“What’s your opinion of this room, Miss Harris, because I find it lacking.”
I squirmed under his stare. “I agree, this room is quite basic given the luxury furnishings of the rest of the property; however that may be something you could use to negotiate on price.”
“Do you know what would improve this room?” He asked, passing me and walked towards the door.
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t know your own interests but I’m sure you would be able to hire an interior designer to bring to life any vision you had.”
“What would improve this room...” He hesitated before switching the lock on the bedroom door. “Would be your naked body lying on that bed.” His voice lowered to a husky whisper. A whisper suited for seduction.
I reached into my pocket for my alarm.
He held up his hand.
“I’m not going to attack you, Miss Harris.”
My heart thudded in my chest. “Then why did you lock the door?”
“Just a precaution, so that no staff members accidentally interrupt us.”
“Accidentally interrupt what? I’m showing you a condo.” I snapped.
He walked towards me and whispered in my ear.
“Well it’s up to you. You can reach past me and unlock it. I won’t stop you.”
I sighed. By now I should have kicked him in the balls and made my escape, so why hadn’t I?
“Perhaps I should introduce myself properly, Tiffany.” He smirked and held out his hand. “My name is Henry Carter, but you can call me H.”
My eyes widened. Fuck! That email. It’s him!
“So, Tiff, if I may be so bold as to call you that. Either you can leave, or you can lie on that bed and we’ll do everything from my email and more. You decide. All I can say is that I wasn’t lying when I said ten inches.
I swallowed and my mouth went dry.
Should I stay, or should I go?
Chapter 2
H
Some might say I was taking a huge risk with the game I was playing but I didn’t give a fuck. When you’re rich, life could become extremely monotonous. When you had seen one luxury apartment, you had seen them all. I had assistants I sent out to do my property investment shit. But I looked at Greens and eye-fucked the photo of the luscious Tiffany Harris. I sent her an email from a non-traceable address, and wondered how she would react. I tricked her landlord into letting one of my men in as a television repairman. Dumb fuck. He hid a camera in her room instead. It’s so easy to hide one these days. I watched as she finger fucked herself last night. She shouted out the word H as she came. She wanted me. She wanted the thrill of me. From what I had been able to find out, she’d had two semi-serious boyfriends in the past. Maybe they could fuck, but they wouldn’t have been able to give her what I could. There’s more in my plan for Tiff, but for now she stood in the bedroom, biting her lip, while she decided on her next move. It had better be towards the bed.
**
Jesus Christ! Why hadn’t I left yet?
I’d tell you why. Because the man that stood before me looked like sex on a stick and he wanted to do dirty things to me.
Because I hadn’t been fucked in over three months.
Because I kept picturing that email and the fact that although I told the others it creepped me out, the truth was it made me cream my panties.
Then there was last night and my feverish orgasm from a fantasy that started with a dream man and finished with thoughts of that very email.
He would do all of that with me?
Fuck my mouth with that cock.
Fuck my tits with his huge dick.
My nipples hardened. My breasts strained against my bra trying to make a break for freedom.
I stared up at H. He had that smirk on his face. He thought I was going to bolt.
“This is just between us, right? No one will know what happened in this room?”
“Correct, Miss Harris.”
“I think you should stick with Tiff, if we’re going to fuck, H.” A sly grin pulled at my lips.
I placed my purse and my jacket on the sideboard in the room. Then I stood in front of H and unbuttoned my blouse. He watched; his gaze a far cry from the man who smiled at me in the bar downstairs. He was completely predatory.
I pulled my blouse down my arms and discarded it to the floor. It was very hard to find a good fitting bra when you had tits that poured out over the top and the sides of the cups. I made a note to pay extra to get a proper fitted bra in case I ever found myself in a position like this again. H growled and his hands were on me in a flash.
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nbsp; “Those fucking big titties. They’re more than I even imagined while I was jerking myself off.” He pulled the straps down on either side and pulled my bra down at the front so my boobs broke free, bouncing against my chest.
His mouth descended onto a nipple and he attemped to cup my breast in his hand. His hand might have been large and meaty, but it was no match for my breast. “Christ, I need two hands for one tit.” He dropped one hand and grabbed one of my own and held it against his crotch. He was hard as a rock and I could feel he was about to punch through his own pants if his cock wasn’t freed soon. I opened the button of his suit pants and then lowered the zip. It was a struggle against the size of his erection. As his pants came down, I pulled down his boxers and that enormous cock sprang free. Holy shit! There is no way that monster was going to fit in me. I had never seen anything like it in my life. My previous lovers had been average. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the end of his shaft and I ran my finger over it.
“Taste it.” He demanded.
“You wanted me to smear it with the pink gloss did you not?” I put the droplet on my finger and smeared it onto my lip.
He grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples hard.
“That’s for not doing as I asked. I asked you to taste me. I’ll decide when your mouth gets coated with my cum, not you.”
Oh, he liked to be in charge. Well, I was fine with that. I’m feisty in real life but in the bedroom I could play a part.
He squeezed the end of his dick so another droplet appeared. “Now, taste me.” He demanded once again.
I swiped the bead of pre-cum with my finger and I sucked my finger into my mouth. My finger made a popping sound when I removed it.
“How do I taste?”
“Hmmm, like citrus and salt.” I said breathily. “Like the best tequila flavored milkshake I ever tasted.”
“Man milk. Nothing finer for you to drink.”
I undid my bra at the back as the fastener was digging into me. I put my hand at the waistband of my skirt and looked to him for direction.
He nodded his consent at removing it. I stepped out of my skirt, now left in only a lacy black thong and my black three inch heels.
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