by Katie Ford
“You taste incredible baby, god.” He licks me and I feel his tongue flitting in and out of my tight hole. I can’t help it. I close my lids and lean back on the wall of the dressing room. How did this happen to me? It’s still all so surprising. I look down at the dark hair bobbing between my legs and all the sudden my thoughts are gone. I can’t think at all! I’m just oozing into my Howie’s mouth, when suddenly it happens.
“Ahhh!” I scream. I grab his head and pull his face deeper into my cunt. I feel him licking me everywhere, tunneling into my pink channel. I grind my pussy on his face until my orgasm crests, exploding with a million bright lights. Howie lifts his face to me. He jaw is totally soaked.
“Oh Mr. Bates …”
“My princess.”
Fortunately, the salesgirl’s gone now. She must have realized we were up to something naughty, and I steal a shy look at the billionaire.
“I don’t know if I heard her right …,” are my shy words.
“Heard who right?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and petting the pretty fabric of the sundress.
“Well, the salesgirl. She said something about Italy?”
Howie smiles and kisses me on the cheek.
“That’s right baby. Italy. I’m taking you to my Villa. It’s a nice place. I think you’ll like my Florence property.”
My eyes widen. I have never been anywhere outside of the eastern United States. I mean, once I went on a road trip to Pittsburgh with Charlie, but I don’t think that counts as a vacation. Not when you’re sleeping in the car and eating Burger King to save money.
So the words Mr. Bates says are totally foreign to my ears. His villa? In Florence? Can he be serious?
His eyes twinkle.
“You like juicy ripe tomatoes and beautiful views?” he asks.
I stammer.
“Yes, I mean, I probably would love those things. I’ve just, I’ve never traveled Howie. I’ve never seen the world!”
“And the world has never seen you. Not like this. Baby, you look incredible. Let’s go to the next shop and get you some real evening wear. If we want to have long, magical nights together on my terrace with my Italian neighbors, you’re going to want to be in the finest silks and laces. Lacey things for a girl named Lacy.” He hugs me. I can’t believe what’s happening to me. What will Albie think? One day I was working under her in the house of a stranger. The next, the billionaire’s buying me gowns and spoiling me rotten. What could possibly happen next in this fantasy? I fall in love? I buy my aunt an entire apartment building in repayment for her kindness to me?
Like he can read my mind, Howie takes my hand and lifts me to my feet. I can feel the bulge in his pants as he hugs me in the dressing room. He’s still so hungry to fuck my cunt. I want him to. I’m hungry too, this time, for lunch, but I also want my special man to spurt his hot jizz deep into my vag.
Oh gosh, where are these dirty thoughts coming from? With Charlie, things were just awkward and bad, so the filthy fantasies that run through my mind when it comes to Mr. Bates are totally new. I never thought I was capable of this kind of thing until I hopped on Howie’s cock on the kitchen floor. Sure, it hurt a little bit, but I blocked out the pain easily, looking into those beautiful blue eyes. God. What a fox.
Next thing I know, Howie escorts me out of the dressing room. He’s putting bags and bags of designer items on his credit card for our upcoming trip to Italy. The salesgirls look at me like I’m royalty. It’s possible they might be jealous, and it’s incredible because nobody’s ever been jealous of me before. I was the quiet girl in high school. I didn’t know how to dress for my body and wore jeans and t-shirts most of the time. It was comfortable that way.
But when I met Charlie, everything changed. He wanted me to “own my assets” is what he said. I realize now that what he wanted was for me to dress slutty. So he put his sister on it, and like a naïve girl, I listened. Candy showed me how to wear skimpy little outfits and shake my ass. She was a stripper in the next town over. Although I didn’t have anything in common with her then, she managed to change the way I looked, even if inside, I was still the shy girl with big glasses. I even snuck out a few times when Charlie was working late and looked through the windows of the strip club. There was his sister with her tits hanging out of a tiny bikini. Then the bikini was off, showing nothing but acres of skin.
And to my surprise, I was oddly turned on. I watched how the men touched themselves in the audience. I wanted somebody to look at me like that. To stroke their massive erections while I danced for them. But I wasn’t brave enough. I was just a little girl with nothing to offer.
But Howie makes me feel like I’m someone special. He kisses my cheek and escorts me through the door. Two salesladies carry our bags for us, throwing sideways glances in my direction. I recognize that look. The salesgirls look at me the way I used looked at Charlie’s sister on the stripper pole. A combination of jealousy and admiration, all mixed in together.
Oh god, how can this be happening? How can I be comparing my experience with the billionaire to my experience watching Candy strip? But I guess it’s the fantasy aspect of it all. And I have to be careful because once the clock strikes midnight, I’ll be left with nothing but a pumpkin for a carriage.
CHAPTER 6
HOWIE
My chauffeur stacks Lacy’s new wardrobe in the trunk of my limo. We slip into the back seat and I notice the wet spot between Lacy’s legs. Her jeans are soaked through from our experience on the floor of the dressing room. I catch myself staring.
“Humbert,” I say to the driver. “Please roll up the partition.”
Lacy’s eyes widen as the black-out window goes up and a divide is created between the driver and us in the backseat. It’s like she’s never been in a limo before. Oh right. She probably hasn’t been. That’s why I love my Lacy. She’s barely seen a thing a thing in the world. But god, she sure knows how to come. This blonde angel is a little orgasm queen. Every time I rock her with my tongue, I tell myself this is it, you’re coming with me everywhere.
“You are aware we’re totally alone now?” I say to her. I lower my hand to my bulge.
“We are?” she asks, her gaze doe-eyed and wet.
“Yes Lacy. Now that the partition is up, the driver can’t see us or hear us. It’s like we’re all alone, on a foreign country. Something similar to Italy.”
“Are you really taking me to Italy?” she says breathlessly. The girl looks so excited.
“Of course baby. Just as soon as we get you totally outfitted and make sure your aunt is all set up and comfortable. We’re going to have a marvelous time.”
But she pauses for a moment before scooting over to me on the black leather bench.
“Mr. Bates?” she asks breathlessly.
“Yes Princess?”
“I think my pussy needs to breathe again. My pussy wants to be free. It’s just so puffy and throbbing and my pants are so tight.”
“That’s right. Those are some tight pants.” I lean over to my princess and pop my hand onto one of her sumptuous tits. She lets her head fall back on the limo bench seat. I pull her boob out of her bra and it bobbles there for a moment, so pert and full of juice. I tilt my head down and suck on her pink nipple as I undo her pants and try to get them over her juicy ass with one hand.
She moans and I look up at her, my blue gaze hungry. Her lips are parted and perky. God I just want to slip my shaft inside again. With that, I’m unbuttoning my fly and zipping it down. My heavy erection flops out and like a magnet, points unerringly towards her holes. I lay Lacy on her back and ask if I can shove my huge cock in her lips again.
“Just for a little kiss baby,” I say soothingly. She nods slightly, and I get in position, straddling the girl’s head while careful not to sit on her. She licks her lips and I tap the tip of my cock on them. The little bead of cum spreads over her lips like gloss. She opens and accepts my shaft. I push deeper and deeper in that tight hot mouth.
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bsp; It feels so good, my balls already going high and tight with need. But this isn’t what I need. I need her pussy. I’ve been aching for that thing for over twenty-four hours. And now that I know this is only the third time she’s had sex, I can’t wait any longer for a fourth. I pull my cock out of Lacy’s mouth and examine her pink pussy. She’s leaking juices all over the backseat of the limo. The black leather is absolutely slick with her need. I start to lick it up.
“Lacy baby,”
“Yes Howie,” she pants breathlessly, those tits heaving up and down.
“I’m coming in you, only me.”
“Only you baby!”
I mount my princess and thrust my shaft once. The tip touches her pussy hole and I breath in deep. I prepare for the next thrust. I grunt and growl as the limousine moves uptown to the French restaurant I’m taking Lacy to for lunch. She doesn’t even know. She won’t have to worry about the high prices, or about money for as long as she lives. She’s mine now. Unnh, she’s tight. I go in a little deeper. Not all the way. Just one-third of my giant shaft. Now halfway because that’s the size of an average dick. My cock is so gut wrenchingly huge that the girls from the past could hardly handle it. Some even denied me.
“It won’t fit,” they mewled desperately, faces stretched in rictuses of pain as they tried to accommodate my donkey dong. Screw that. I block the memories of those women out of my head. I never loved them. I was incapable of love, only lust. That is, until I met Lacy.
I look down into her eyes. We make deep eye contact as I growl and hold her hips high. This is it. I’m going in deep. Lacy doesn’t even know how big my cock is in comparison to other people’s. My cock is all she’s ever known and all she ever will know.
I growl at my princess. She moans and looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes are warm and limpid, filled with desire for me. I am relaxed and so hungry for her cunt all at once.
“Please Howie, please shove that cock in, please put it back where it belongs! I beg you Howie! Please!”
It’s a good thing that we’re driving down Broadway in the middle of the biggest city in America because Lacy starts screaming bloody murder when I enter her again. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Scream, moan, scream! She writhes under me like a little kitten, taking in each of my long deep pulls. If we were within earshot of the police, they’d be taking someone in for murder. That’s how serious Lacy’s screams sound.
And I’m right there with her. I growl and grunt and pull her deeper onto me. I flip her little body up so she’s sitting on my lap and I’m virtually launching her up and down my massive pole with my bare hands. I flip her around so her back is toward me and we’re sitting down. She’s gushing onto my cock as I dick her deep.
“Howie, Howie,” she moans breathlessly, boobs bobbling up and down. “I’m going to explode!”
“That’s right sweetheart. You come on my dick. It’s the only way to do it.”
I lick the inside of her ear as she lets out a shoot of come onto my stiff cock, her pussy convulsing. I jerk her up and down my length. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, but unfortunately, we’re arriving at the restaurant. I want my hot seed deep in Lacy before we stop.
“Ride me baby,” I growl, helping her turn back around so we’re facing each other. She jams her little body deep onto my cock as I squish and squeeze her sumptuous ass in my hands. I pull apart her ass cheeks and even go so far as to stick my finger into the tight brown opening of her asshole. She melts completely onto my shoulder as I pump her, and finally with a roar, I come deep inside her wet, pulsing hole. An animalist growl escapes as she fully relaxes on me, falling toward my chest as I pump my hips and thighs reflexively, experiencing the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“That was incredible, sweetheart,” is my compliment. “You’re amazing.”
She collapses into my chest and I hold her for what seems like too short a time. We’re parked now, the car still. But Humbert knows better than to interrupt, staying in the front seat as I clean us up.
“How would you like a fancy French lunch?” I growl against her ear. “Are you hungry?”
“Lunch?” she rouses herself, eyes dazed. “But it’s almost dinner time!”
Suddenly, I realize she’s right. It’s not Lacy who’s gone crazy. It’s me. I’ve lost track of time because the sex was so good. The chauffeur must have guessed at what we were doing in the backseat, and drove us around for hours so that we could have an all-out sex session without a break.
Holy shit. This has never happened before. In fact, I pride myself on always keeping my wits about me. It’s important when you’re on a battlefield with mortar raining down from the heavens and land mines under every foot.
But Lacy did this to me. With the beautiful girl, I’m transported out of my body, losing track of everything but us. Outside the limo, New York was dark and silent, testament to the onset of night.
“Well,” I say jovially. “It’s dinnertime then. Come on sweetheart.”
I jump out of the Limo and grab Lacy and an outfit from the trunk. It’s a beautiful satin gown in black. Simple and elegant. Just like the kind I’d want her to wear at my Italian villa. I pull out a box with red velvet shoes. She’s gonna look dazzling in this get-up.
“But Howie! My hair,” she protests. The blonde strands are slightly mussed from our horizontal activity, flowing about her shoulders in a marvelous carpet.
“You look gorgeous babe. You look incredible. You don’t need to do anything to those beautiful blonde locks. You have it all. Natural beauty.”
She smiles and applies red lipstick to her plump lips in the mirror of the limo. She’s totally glimmering. I put her on my arm and we walk inside the restaurant. Never have I felt so complete … and Lacy was the missing puzzle piece.
CHAPTER 7
LACY
I’ve never been in a place like this. Never in my entire life. The restaurant Howie brings me to is beautiful, full of ornate scrolled furniture and high ceilings with plaster molding. All the customers look sophisticated and elegant in their fancy outfits.
Suddenly, my cheeks color. I’m totally out of place! I’m a small-town girl with a working class background. What am I doing here?
Doubt surges through my chest until I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the foyer mirror. I gasp because I look like one of them. The gown fits my body perfectly. My hair is tousled but looks effortlessly glamorous, like a bohemian movie star. My eyes widen.
Howie appears above my shoulder.
“Cinderella,” he whispers into my ear.
All the people at the restaurant know Howie already. The maître d’ bows courteously, and instructs the hostess to bring us to a private room in the back. There are lavish curtains on the walls and candles glowing on white tabletops. I have a knot in my stomach. If I’m Cinderella, when does the clock strike midnight? What happens then? Will I turn into a pumpkin? Will all of this disappear?
As if reading my mind, Howie leans in.
“You know what happens right? At the end of the fairy tale?”
I try to remember.
“Sort of,” I stammer. “Why?”
He grins like a wolf.
“Because the prince comes. He has the glass slipper in his hand and the only one who fits it is you. Believe me, Lacy, I will always find you. I will always be there when you need me.”
I smile. But deep inside, I remember the way Charlie used to say things like that to me. He’d state, “We’re going to get married as soon as I find a good job,” or “I’ll take care of you and Aunt Margaret always.” The difference was, he didn’t look at me when it said those things. He was always watching baseball on TV or drinking a beer with his friends. I feel my eyes welling with tears.
“Lacy,” says Howie. “What is it?”
“It’s just- how do I know- how do I know I can really trust you? If you wanted to, you could throw all of this away! How do I know you haven’t bought all your maids fancy
dresses? How do I know Mr. Bates?” comes my plaintive wail.
I can’t believe I’m saying these words. I don’t want to hurt him. But I have to know because it’s all happened so fast. He looks me deep in the eyes. I can see something there. It’s truth.
“Lacy, my darling. My girl. Look, I know how I must come off,” he sighs. The billionaire leans back in his chair and I take him in. His beautiful shoulders, the muscles under his sports coat, his chiseled jaw and bronzed skin. Mr. Bates is any girl’s dream man. I berate myself then. Why did I have to ask him? Why oh why did I blurt out those words.
But Howie’s not mad. He crosses his arms and speaks patiently.
“I know I must come off as some big billionaire playboy. But do you know why I was so moved by your Aunt Margaret today? Why I was so moved by your brown eyes, Lacy? Because I know them. Both of you, you remind me of my mother. Of her beauty and her kindness. She died in my arms while I was at home, age seventeen. I thought she’d just passed out but it turned out to be something more sinister. But I didn’t know it at the time, so I carried her in my arms all the way to the hospital. I carried my dying mother from our beat-up split level house all the way to the emergency room in the rain.” Tears well behind Howie’s eyes. I reach out my hand and take his in mine. We place our twined fingers on the silken table cloth.