Mister Hottiee

by Alice Cooper

She looked at him, her face showing the shock and a bit of nonbelief. “I’m sure you’ve slept with enough women to make anyone blush.” Her voice sounded jealous.

  He smiled and laughed, “Actually no, I’ve been with two women in my life. My high school sweetheart, and one other woman, that's it for me. They were both long relationships. But in the end it didn’t work out.”

  “What happened?” She asked curiously.

  “The first one, we just lost interest in each other along the way. We parted and that was it. The second one, I found her cheating on me. I came home from practice one day and she was out by the pool. She wasn’t alone, and she wasn’t just talking.” He explained.

  “Oh I’m sorry, that must be horrible to have done to you.”

  “Yeah, it rips your heart out.”

  “I don’t want to break your heart.” Marie said softly.

  He looked up at her and covered the distance quickly. Brock swept her up into his arms and walked the few steps to her bedroom. The coffee left on the counter untouched.

  Chapter 11

  Marie looked at him and said, “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

  “Me too, we’ll take it slow, don’t worry.” Brock answered.

  He slowly undressed her, and released her bra, her breasts dropped out. “Oh those are gorgeous, just like the rest of you.” He covered one of her nipples with his mouth. He slowly licked and sucked until her nipple was rock hard.

  She moaned loudly at the pleasure shooting through her body.

  His hands wondered down lower on her body, he lightly probed her slit with one finger. “Lay down love.” He said to her.

  Marie got on the bed and looked up at him. She wanted him to hurry up and touch her more. Her body felt alive, every sense in her body seemed to be going off.

  He came down by her and kissed her deeply. He slid his tongue into her mouth, they both moaned loudly. He broke off the kiss and nibbled on her neck under her ear.

  “Oh that feels so nice.” She moaned.

  She felt him kiss his way down her body. He spent a few moments enjoying her breasts again. As he sucked her nipples she felt her lower region feel like it was over flowing. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this way when Tom had touched her.

  He stopped and spread her legs wider, he lowered his head in between them. Marie had no idea what was coming, but she knew her mind was on over load.

  He slid his tongue up her slit, and she jumped and screamed out in pure pleasure. He placed his arms over her legs, making her movement more restricted. Brock then went back and slowly licked his way up her lips. As he got to her clit he circled his tongue around it slowly.

  Marie was trying to buck up, it made his movements even more intimate and more pleasurable. If she had thought her body was on overload before, she hadn’t realized what an orgasm was.

  She screamed out as she felt so much pleasure sweep over her body. Her legs were shaking from the experience. He came up and kissed her on the lips, letting her taste the juices he had caused.

  “Please make love to me.” She pleaded with him.

  She didn’t have to ask him again, she felt him slowly push into her. He took it slow, Marie sighed the whole time with each tiny thrust inward. When he was finally all the way in he stopped and just lay there.

  Marie could feel her body as it was going higher into the clouds once more. He slowly begun thrusting fully in and out of her. She screamed out as a climax rocketed through her.

  She was getting the rhythm and meeting his down ward motions with upward ones. Marie rang her fingers down his back and he moaned loudly. She could feel how much he had enjoyed it.

  As her body got closer to another release her scratching increased on his back. She could hear him breathing harder, “I’m going to cum, I can’t hold back anymore, you’re driving me crazy.” He muttered.

  She felt his release and her body responded by a climax of its own. As they lay their wrapped together in bliss, he whispered, “That was amazing.”

  “I know.” She sighed.

  When they had recovered enough he took her again, this time taking even more time to thrill her. He showed her the different ways he could bring her to climax.

  Marie felt she was dehydrated when they had finally finished. “You need a drink?” She asked as she got up.

  “Yeah, I’m dying of thirst.” He said.

  They walked out to the living room, not bothering to dress. She got the water out and poured them a couple of glasses. They both drank greedily, finishing the glass in one shot.

  She poured them another two glasses and sat by him on the couch. Their bodies touching, they were so close. Marie felt like her skin was on fire where it met his. She felt her lower regions begin to moisten once more.

  Marie ran a hand up his leg, stopping just below his crotch. She examined his semi-rigid penis. She touched him with her hand, and watched as the size began to increase immediately. Wrapping her hand around his now hard shaft she worked her hand slowly up and down.

  She lowered her head and took his hard member into her mouth. He moaned loudly and put his hand on the back of her head. He let her go for a few minutes before he stopped her. “Get on top of me.” He ordered.

  He helped her line up and she slowly sat on his dick. Marie felt her body shake as she climaxed as soon as he was all the way inside of her. She flushed bright red and smiled shyly at him.

  “Oh I love you Marie.” He took her head and kissed her passionately.

  With his other free arm he held her and helped her move up and down on him. They sped quickly to another orgasm.

  She sat for a few moments longer on him and then slid off. “Let’s go back to bed.” She smiled wickedly.

  He smiled at her, “Your insatiable.”

  Chapter 12

  Sara woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. She picked it up, “Hello.”

  “Hey Sara, I’m sorry did I wake you up?” She heard the voice of Karen’s mom, Laura.

  She looked at the clock, “Oh wow, it’s noon. I’ve never slept this late, well not in forever.” She said shocked.

  Laura laughed, “I would sleep in as well if I were you. Whenever Karen is out overnight, I try and catch up on my sleep. I just wanted to let you know we were on the way to drop Sara off.”

  “Okay great, how soon will you be here?” Marie asked, looking at Brock’s lounging body. Oh he looked so good, she just wanted to hang up and enjoy him again.

  He had made her body sing all night long. She wasn’t sure when they had finally slept. She did know that each time they woke up, they would make love.

  “About an hour.”

  “I’ll see you then.” Marie hung up. She wondered if that gave them enough time. It would mean that he would still be here when Sara got home. Maybe he didn’t want to be?

  “Hey sleepyhead.” She rubbed his chest to wake him up.

  He pulled her down into his arms, he hadn’t been sleeping, just lying in wait. He kissed her and they were soon lost in each other.

  She looked at the clock again, “Oh no, we have about fifteen minutes before Sara is going to be back. I guess if you wanted you could leave now.”

  “What? Why would I leave? I told you this was not just sex for me. Of course I want to meet Sara.” He smiled.

  Marie relaxed a bit, “Well we should at least be dressed and semi-presentable.” She looked down at their nude bodies still entangled together.

  “Yeah I don’t think this is the way your daughter should meet me.” He shook his head.

  They were barely dressed by the time the doorbell rang.

  He placed himself on the couch, nervous to meet Sara. He wondered what she would think about him.

  “Mommy, I had so much fun. Thank you so much for letting me go. Can I have Karen over here next week?” The little girl was a whirlwind of activity as she walked in the door.

  Brock couldn’t help but smile at her, he loved her instantly. She was so much like her
mother! He smiled at her.

  “Sure she can come over next week.” Marie responded. “Sara I want you to meet someone. Sara this is Brock, he’s a friend of mine.”

  She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, she hadn’t really been sure how to introduce him.

  “Hi Sara, it’s great to meet you. Your mom has told me so much about you! So what did you do on your sleepover?” He asked.

  Sara began rattling off all the different things they had done last night. As she was talking she firmly planted herself by him.

  “Wow you sure were busy, did you sleep any?” He laughed.

  Sara looked back to see if her mother was listening, then back to Brock and leaned in closer. “We sleep a little bit, but don’t tell my mom, she’ll be upset!”

  Brock laughed loudly, “I promise, it’s our secret.”

  Marie looked at them both, “What’s this secret?”

  Sara laughed and smiled at Brock. “Your nice, I like you.”

  “I like you too sweetheart.” He ruffled her hair with his hand. “So tell me do you like ice cream?”

  “I love ice cream.” Sara smiled.

  “What do you say to the three of us going and getting some?” He asked her.

  “Mommy can we please?” Sara turned towards Marie and asked.

  “Of course we can.”

  “Can I get a mint chocolate chip waffle cone?” Sara asked Brock.

  “You can have anything you want, as long as your mother agrees to it.” Brock answered.

  “Sure why not!”

  Epilogue

  Marie looked at her little girl. “You look so pretty in your dress.” She told Sara.

  “So do you mommy. I saw daddy he looks nice in his suit too.” Sara said.

  Brock had told Sara shortly after meeting her that he loved her and her mommy. That he would be happy to make them all a family.

  “Does that mean I get to call you daddy?” She had asked him.

  Marie had almost cried when Brock had told her, “But of course munchkin, what else would you call me?”

  “Okay daddy, I like that idea.” Sara had smiled.

  “Well you hear the authority on it, she thinks it’s a good idea. So are you willing to take this step and marry me?” He asked, as he got down on one knee in front of Marie.

  Sara scurried over to see what was in the box. “Oh wow, look mommy it’s so pretty. Put it on.”

  Marie laughed, “Yes I will marry you.” She put the ring on and held her hand out so Sara could see the ring.

  “I hope one day when I’m older someone gives me a ring like that.” Sara said.

  “One day, but when your much older.” Brock stated. Marie had to chuckle at his reaction, it had sounded so much a father.

  “Mommy, are you sure I should be the maid of honor? I mean all the girls at school say I should be something else.” Sara asked Marie.

  “Honey, you are the maid of honor because you are so important in my life. Don’t worry what those other girls say!” Marie told her.

  They heard the sound of the organs beginning. One of the ushers stuck their head in the door, “It’s time.”

  Marie felt her nerves tighten up, but she was sure she had made the right choice. When she had broken the news to her work that her and Brock were a couple, he had already left the clinic. They weren’t able to prove that she had any kind of relationship with him while he was there. But she had felt the head doctor staring at her with daggers.

  She had been telling him that she thought she was going to be fired soon. If they can’t prove anything about you and I, they will find something else, I can feel it.

  “Don’t worry, you can find clients on your own. We can open up a clinic, you’ll be the head of it.” He had said. “I’ve got the money, and heck, for convenience we can even place it out back of the house.” He had offered.

  She had agreed, but only after the wedding was over. It would be far too difficult to begin the clinic then take off for their honeymoon. Marie had given her notice a day after that, and had been free to plan the wedding fully the past two weeks.

  It had come together on such short notice. Sara couldn’t talk about anything but the wedding. She had talked Marie into inviting Karen and her family, they had all become a bit closer.

  Marie walked down the aisle and saw Brock standing tall at the front of the church. He looked so amazing, she smiled as she approached him. She was welcomed with a warm smile.

  “We are gathered here today to bring together Brock Jonick and Marie Downing in wedding bliss.” The preacher began.

  The ceremony was nice, they said their vows to one another, and they were announced as husband and wife. Brock kissed her lightly on the lips, she could feel the hint of much more to come in that kiss.

  As they were going to the reception hall, Brock looked at Marie. “So did you give Sara her maid of honor gift?” He asked.

  Sara looked at them quickly, “I get a gift? No mommy didn’t give me a gift, why not mommy?”

  “I was waiting until we were all three together.” She handed over a small box.

  Sara took it in her hands and looked closely at the box.

  “Open it silly.” Brock laughed.

  “Oh it’s so pretty, thank you so much.” Sara took the little necklace out. It had a mermaid on the charm, she had come to love the mythical creature lately.

  “I’m glad you like it.” Brock said.

  “Thank you mommy and daddy, I love you both.”

  Marie smiled at her family. She felt Brock squeeze her hand by his side. “I love you Mrs. Jonick.” He kissed her.

  “Oh not in front of me.” Sara made a sound like it was the grossest thing she’d ever seen.

  They both laughed, “Now you just stay that way remember no kissing boys.” Brock said.

  “Never.” Sara scrunched up her nose.

  Marie laughed, she knew that one day it would be a different story, but she would enjoy this attitude for now.

  THE END

  FILTHY CATCHER

  Chapter 1

  “You have fought long and hard to get this company off the ground and now you want to take on the responsibility of a child. I don’t know that you have fully understood what that kind of responsibility can entail. I’m here to tell you that it’s not easy and everything that you do revolves around them. You don’t have time for yourself and you don’t have time for a social life. This idea that you have of doing this in this way is a little unorthodox, but not unheard of.” Joan Anderson was only trying to be devil’s advocate and hopefully give her best friend the benefit of her experience.

  “You can say anything you want, but I know that the love of your children is unconditional. You complain about them, but I can see the love in your eyes every time that you are around your family. They drive you crazy, but they are yours. I’ve wanted a family for a long time and each relationship that I’ve gotten myself into has led to nothing but heartbreak.” Samantha Mallett had seen her friends grow up before her eyes. She was determined not to fall into that trap of marriage and family until she had made it as an interior decorator.” “I only want what everybody else has. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for. If I can’t have it with a man that I love, then why shouldn't I go for it regardless of opinions? This company has been my baby from the moment that I envisioned it. It has exceeded my expectations and I’m hoping that this new journey that I take will only complement it.”

  This was the final time before she was going to go under the procedure to fertilize her eggs with that of the semen of a donor. It wasn’t like she was lacking companionship and growing up had afforded her the opportunity to sample the wares of those guys that had taken an interest in her.

  “I look at you and I see that you have your whole life ahead of you. You’re right and I do have the family that I want, but can you say the same thing if you go through with this?” Joan was the prim and proper socialite with her hair in just the right angle to show o
ff her sensuous neck. The designer clothes came from the money that her husband had brought along with him into the marriage. They had worked together to make their mortgage company the one that everybody was going to for the best deal when it came to picking a mortgage for their new home. “You obviously called me to give you the bare facts without sugarcoating anything.” Joan was 5’5, 120 pounds and she had always been the one that people went to for motherly advice.

  Samantha knew that subconsciously that she was having second thoughts. She wanted to believe that what she was doing was right and needed somebody to give her that necessary push to go through with it. She had chosen her donor, a blue eyed athlete that according to his portfolio had no addictions or anything that would make him undesirable. His photo made her think of a Norman Rockwell painting.

  Samantha was the kind of girl that knew that her prospects were slim and that guys were pretty much after only one thing. The good ones were either married or gay. She had thought that it was an old wives’ tale, but her perception of things had changed lately. One bad date after another confirmed her theory that guys were pigs. There were obviously exceptions to the rule, but so far she had not found them. She was that willowy blonde that liked to wear her heart on your sleeve. She was taller than Joan by a couple of inches and had little bit more weight at 150 pounds. Her best feature was her breasts and they were all natural without the need to go under the surgical knife.

  “I was hoping that you would tell me that I was doing the right thing. I understand that this is not for everybody, but for me it might be the only way that I will have the family that I want. There are advantages to doing it this way. The likelihood of the child getting some kind of communicable disease or a trait that would cripple him in his informative years is slim to none. They vet everybody that goes through those doors and that sperm rank is superior in every way to any other one that I’ve been to.” “The administrator was very kind and she led me through the process with a guiding hand. I have no qualms about where I want to do this, but going through with it is another matter altogether. I’ve been thinking about this for so long that it has become something of an obsession for me. My last somewhat serious relationship with a callous football player had turned into a matter of trying to keep his octopus hands off of me through high school. I did like him and I could see myself marrying him like all women do when they meet a perspective suitor. It was just that his attitude was deplorable and I really didn’t want to be around him any more than necessary.”