by Katie Ford
I wanted to say no, I knew I should have said no, but I was just so confused. I murmured something, I’m not even sure what, but he took that as consent.
“Okay, I’ll just sit here as you sleep,” he said, settling into a rickety desk chair in my room.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Not that it would be pleasant having him there, his breathing was congested and he wheezed quite a bit, but fine. I was willing to compromise some privacy. I went back to sleep, pulling the covers over my head and tried to get as comfortable as I could.
It was only in the middle of the night that I was startled awake. I felt something … something wet on my pussy and I wasn’t sure what it was. Was it the moon phase? My mom had told me that this was the natural cycle of women, that I would bleed between my legs come time, but it hadn’t happened yet. Was it blood down there?
I bent my head to look, pulling the covers up, and that’s when I realized Uncle Gordo was in bed with me. He’d pressed his mouth to my vagina and was sucking it, playing with the little nub that I sometimes stroked for fun, running his fingers along my vaginal lips, stroking their baldness with a sigh of satisfaction.
I screamed and bolted upright. “Aiieee!” was the only word I could manage in my shock and horror.
Uncle Gordo lifted his head, his eyes drowsy with pleasure, his lips still wet from my vagina. “Shh,” he hushed. “You’ll wake your aunt,” he cautioned, even as he bent his head for another taste.
“Aieee!” I screamed again, twisting my lower body away. This time Gordo slapped me, one fleshy hand slamming my face, a red welt immediately rising against my cheek.
“You want to go to school with my fingerprints on your skin tomorrow?” he hissed. “Then fucking shut up and keep your legs spread.”
I began crying, but Gordo’s threats kept ringing in my mind. I didn’t want to miss school otherwise I’d be at home all day with my aunt and uncle, and yet … I couldn’t go home to my parents either. Mami had made it clear that the City was dangerous, that she’d brought me here specifically so that I could be safe. So I made myself stop crying, to lie stiffly in my bed as Gordo continued to assault me with his mouth.
It was over soon and Gordo got up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, his penis punching out against his soft cotton shorts.
“You taste good, Teresita,” he said. “Remember, your Uncle Gordo loves you,” he hissed, before leaving my room. I felt so dirty, so disgusting that I immediately changed my underwear, wiping myself between my legs as best I could, crying softly as I got back in bed. But what could I do? I was only ten years old.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Matt
I waited grimly in my office, expecting to hear the door open at any moment. Teresa had a key to the house, she’d let herself in and then I’d approach her. Question her as to what was going on, between the mini freak-out she’d had with that dipshit Orlando and the massive freak-out she’d had with me. It was fucking unreal.
I’d tossed and turned all last night, unable to get to sleep, wondering what the fuck was wrong. I’ve been with a lot of women, and yeah, it’s inflated my ego but at the same time, I know I’m a handsome motherfucker and skilled in bed. My touch had never made a woman cry before and Teresa should have been no exception.
I heard the creak of the front door and was down the stairs in a flash. There she was … beautiful, unassuming in her jeans and a work shirt, her raven hair scraped back from her face. I hated that severe hairstyle, I wanted to see those locks streaming over my chest, wrapped around my fingers, and preferably around my dick too.
She glanced up at me quickly and then looked away, her deep, dark brown eyes unfathomable, a quick nod of acknowledgment before padding to the hall closet, pulling out cleaning supplies while avoiding my gaze.
But I wasn’t about to be deterred.
“Teresa,” I ground out, grabbing her by the shoulders. “I guess you know why you’re here again?”
She stilled, not answering at first. But slowly, she tipped her head and looked me straight in the eye.
“You want to know if I’ll take you up on your offer,” she said quietly. “But we haven’t ironed out the exact terms of what exactly you’re offering, and what I need to provide.”
Well, this was better than expected. I thought she was going to make some bullshit excuse, try to dodge the question by saying she was here to finish cleaning my house but instead, we were already off to a running start. There was no way this could be about housecleaning, after all. I’d commanded her aunt to direct Teresa, and Teresa only, to my home this morning, and had threatened to call immigration if I had to. Fuck my ass, I was desperate.
And so this beautiful woman was here, braving my presence again even though I probably came off as a demanding, mean-spirited bully.
“What the fuck was that about yesterday?” I rumbled with no intro.
She colored, the heat rising beautifully onto her cheeks. God, I wanted to grab her and throw her in my bed right this moment.
Her chin lifted a little as she answered. “It was nothing,” she said quietly. “Now if you’d like to lay out your offer … otherwise, I’ve got work to do,” she said pointedly.
Okay, so that was how it was going to be.
“Fifty-thousand dollars for your services,” I ground out. “Twenty-five now, twenty-five after the ballots are counted. You live here, you attend social functions and political events four to five times a week, stay on my arm and look pretty. Don’t talk unless my campaign manager has briefed you on exactly what you’re supposed to say. Plus,” I added, “you sleep in my bed.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded again. “What if you win the election?” she asked stiffly. “Do I get a bonus?”
Ah, the girl knew how to negotiate.
“Another twenty-five if I’m elected mayor,” I ground out. “That makes your total compensation seventy-five thousand for three months of work, starting today. It’s a generous offer and you know it.”
She blushed again, but her back remained rigid.
“And what about clothes and food and all that?” she asked. “You know I need a wardrobe, a car, that kind of thing.”
“All expenses paid,” I said flatly. “You can send the bill to my accountant, buy whatever you need to look good at my side.”
Teresa gave a stiff nod.
“I’ll do it then,” she said, her voice slightly clipped.
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. The woman who’d broken down twice yesterday at my home, who had driven me crazy and was driving me crazy still, had just agreed to be my girlfriend cum mistress? I was confused but hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I was ready to run with it.
“Then let’s head upstairs,” I ground out. “I’m ready to pay for the goods.”
CHAPTER NINE
Matt
She followed me slowly up the staircase, I could hear the soft scuff of her sneakers on the rug. We were going to have to replace those with stilettos soon, there were just too many formal functions for Teresa to be schlepping around in trainers. But I liked her casual style, I liked that she worked for a living.
Simultaneously, I was curious as to how this was going to play out. I’d basically paid for the girl, and was surprised that I hadn’t had to sweeten the pot with a diamond necklace or some ridiculous clothing allowance. Instead, she’d accepted my offer of seventy-five and we were in business.
At the top of the stairs, I detoured into my office for a moment, Teresa lingering in the doorway as I reached into my desk drawer. With a flourish I dashed out a check to for twenty-five thousand dollars, handing it to her which she received with trembling, shaking hands, her eyes growing big at the amount.
“Thank you,” she said, quietly. “But could you make it out to cash please?”
I almost laughed. I’d written the check out to her personally.
“What, you’re going to carry around twenty-five grand in bills?” I joked.
She c
olored immediately.
“No, I just don’t have a bank account. Many working class people don’t, you know,” she said stiffly. “We’re called the ‘unbanked.’”
I could have kicked myself for my ignorance. Of course I’d heard about folks who didn’t have bank accounts. Allegedly, they used check cashing services which provided hard money on the spot for an exorbitant fee. And I guess if you needed the money asap, that was your only option.
Shaking my head, I realized I’d already been shown up by this beautiful girl. As a billionaire, I was fucking clueless about the everyday lives of the working folk, and as a mayoral candidate, it was a lethal liability. But already, I knew I’d made the right choice in hiring Teresa as my girlfriend. Not only was she going to mitigate my rich-boy image, but she was going to point out potential traps during our time together. Mentally, I congratulated myself again. Seventy-five thousand was an absolute steal given the service I was getting.
And now on to the good stuff. Teresa in my bed, my dick in her cunny, her cries of pleasure ringing in my ears. I wanted to fuck her … and it was finally time.
CHAPTER TEN
Matt
I followed her into the master suite, noting her gasp at its opulence. I’ve spared no expense on this townhouse, and the décor is masculine but elegant. Dark wood furniture, a massive bed with expensive sheets, damask walls. And the en suite … yeah, we’d be using the soaking tub a lot once we got naked, I’d make it my mission to fill that tub with cum.
In the meantime though, I had a willing, nubile girl at my bidding. Okay, maybe willing was a bit of an overstatement. I’d bought and paid for her services after all, but I intended on having her gasping in my arms, hot and excited, her cunny fresh and steaming, begging for cock.
Slowly, I turned Teresa around to face me, my hands on those slim shoulders. Her brown eyes were cast down, lashes long on her cheeks. She trembled slightly but was otherwise still. Slowly, I pulled out the tie in her hair and raven locks came tumbling down. God, it was gorgeous. Like a waterfall of rippling black, streaming and glossy in the light. I ran my hands through the waves, enjoying their silky, sensual feel.
She still didn’t look at me as I began unbuttoning her work shirt. Her curves were dangerous and the golden sheen to her skin totally delectable. I whistled appreciatively. Beneath that denim shirt was the laciest bit of white lingerie, barely cupping her breasts, the round mounds spilling out, the Double Ds luscious. The lace was transparent enough that I could see deep mocha nipples poking through.
And what did you know? Her nips were hard already, jutting out like tiny pebbles begging to be sucked. Okay, so the little girl wanted me and I felt my cock jerk in response, my ego stroked.
In a flash, I was on my knees in front of her and gently lapped at the curve of her breast before latching on her nip. She gasped at the feeling of my mouth, the warm wetness insistent as I rolled my tongue around her areola, then settled in for a deep suck. Her breast flesh was succulent, delicious and tasty in my mouth and I had to get more.
With desperate hands, I undid the zip of her jeans, unsnapping the tight denim to reveal a tiny white g-string. God, this girl was so gorgeous, her ass juicy and perfect, her cunny faintly outlined under the soft silk. With my mouth still occupied, I scrunched the g-string so that it formed a line between her pussy lips, making them bulge and plump. I ran a hand up and down between her legs, sampling that wet flesh, and placed a hungry kiss on her clit, the little rock sticking out from between her lips, she was so fucking aroused.
But that’s when things got freaky. Teresa had another meltdown, totally unexpected given how wet her cunny was.
“Don’t kiss me down there!” she gasped, trying to push me away. Her efforts were useless, her small fists beating against my shoulders. I weigh almost twice as much as she did, and you can’t keep me away from a pussy that tastes good.
“Why?” I said, ignoring her as I lapped at that sweet flesh, sucking a bit on her clit, her g-string pushed to the side. “Tastes like heaven,” I growled, my chin wet with her juices.
I could feel her clit throbbing, her hot box emitting steam and her panties soaked through, but Teresa was adamant, verging on hysteria.
“No, don’t touch me there with your mouth!” she shrieked again, this time twisting in my grasp so that my lips ended up on her left hip. She struggled and writhed, desperately trying to prevent me from licking her pussy and I was totally baffled. Don’t women want oral sex? Fuck, it was my specialty and no woman had ever said no. In fact, one of my favorite things was to get a woman completely wound up, coming in my mouth before I fucked her. I found their pussies to be extra juicy afterwards, used even, still contracting as I drove my dick into the wetness.
But Teresa wasn’t having it. I could see a shimmer in her eyes as she desperately tried to maneuver her lower body away from me.
“Hey, take it easy,” I rumbled. If she didn’t want oral, then there were plenty of other ways to get off, I was open to exploring. “Calm down,” I said soothingly. “How about a dick ride then?”
Surprisingly, she nodded yes. In a flash, I was undressed and I pulled her close to me again, this time focusing on her breasts, twisting and pulling her nips as I kissed her. The girl sighed and relaxed a bit as I walked her backwards to the big bed and we fell in a tumble, her on top of me, into the luxurious sheets.
Slowly I pulled her into position so that she straddled me, my dick nestled between her thighs. Like a vixen, she began grinding, her tender pussy on my cock, lubing it up with her dripping cream, dragging that hot flesh against my stiff pole. I swear, the blood in my cock was pounding so hard, so fast that I thought I might explode right then and there from the slick camel-toe ride.
But she took control then. Teresa reached one hand down, leaning over me as she did so, dangling a boob in my face, and grabbed my fuckpole in one hand, letting it rub up and down against her cunt. Oh fuck, that felt good, the wet flesh caressing me, my cock twitching and straining in her tiny fist, trying to get into that hole.
She was devious though, teasing me by stroking my dick up and down her slit, her pussy so aromatic, so fucking wet that my cock had begun to stream like a leaky faucet. The pre-cum smeared on her thighs, on her pussy lips, lubing everything up, the viscous fluid mixing with her cream.
With a sigh, she thrust my pole into her box, sinking onto the rod, throwing her head back with a delirious sigh of enjoyment. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. Pure, fucking enjoyment as a woman rode my dick, savoring that hot rod in her twat. I live for moments like this, the sight of a beautiful girl bouncing up and down, legs spread, boobs flying everywhere as her cunny was pounded.
Because I’d taken her hips in my hand and was starting a deep thrust into her cunt. Her box was so wet, so tight that it was difficult to resist. I’d wanted to start slow, let her ride a wave, but instead I was drilling her, holding her in place as I rammed my dick again and again into that tight, sweet hole. “Unnf,” I grunted, my pecs straining, my abs solid as the little girl rode me like a cowgirl.
And reader, she was fucking loving it. Teresa was now moaning in ecstasy, her head thrown back like a wild woman as she was fucked from below. Her hands reached up to roll her nipples, pulling and tugging at that sensitive flesh as my dick violated her, the obscene sight of my massive pole disappearing again and again into that tiny cunny driving me over the edge.
With a roar, I came, spurting white hot goodness into her vag, coating those walls with my virility, each shot of sperm stronger than the last. I felt my balls tighten with intensity as her pussy pulsed in reaction, her orgasm complimenting mine, pulling that cum deeper into her sweet, hot flesh. Fuck, I sprayed so much that sperm began leaking between our bodies, juices rubbing everywhere as I fucked and fucked and fucked.
Finally, she collapsed on my chest with a sigh, her cunny still pumping me, occasional tremors squeezing me tight. My dick felt limp, completely spent but I knew I’d be getting it up again �
�� hopefully for fucks three, four and five.
And it was nice honestly, to feel Teresa pressed against me, her big boobs mashed against my chest, both of us trying to draw air into our lungs after that mind-blowing fuck. I figured I might as well ask before we headed into round two.
“Are you on contraception?” I asked wryly. “Obviously it’s a little late if you’re not, but there’s always the morning after pill.”
She buried her face in my chest, flushing a bit, before answering.
“Yeah, I’m on the pill, I use it to regulate my periods, they’re so painful if I don’t.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. This wasn’t the right time to knock anyone up, especially not someone I was paying for sex. But I still had questions. “What was up with the oral?” I asked gently. “You not into it?”
This time she didn’t look me in the eye, instead growing completely motionless.
“Yeah, it’s just not my thing,” she said in a muffled voice. “It makes me cheevy and there are so many juices, it’s disgusting.”
“Baby, your puss in my mouth is not disgusting,” I assured her. “The taste is fantastic, and fuck, I love a woman who comes in my mouth, squirting her juices,” I added. Okay, that was a lot of information but yeah, squirting turns me on. I drink it, I like feeling it spurt on my tongue, feeling pussy contract and let go into the depths of my throat.