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“Sorry–I wasn’t sure if Ev called you and let you talk to him this morning and he just wanted to tell you how much fun he’s having,” she says. I look between my legs, finding the crisp white hotel sheet tented between my thighs.
“She…” I glance at my phone. Two missed calls. Shit. “She did, but I guess I slept through them,” I admit. Wrapping my hand around the sheet, I take a breath and tug it down, exposing my wood to the cool, dark hotel room.
I close my eyes and sink into the covers, enjoying the melodic sweetness of her voice. “Oh, well, must’ve been a great night if you slept through your phone ringing! Well, Iwon’t keep you. Just wanted to let you know that the market looks gorgeous. You’d be proud.”
I see Dolly at her booth, her golden hair glowing as she holds out a greeting card with red balloons painted on the front. Her lips are painted the same fiery red as the balloons, and she’s wearing that blue-and-white sundress that hugs her petite frame and full curves just perfectly.I’d fucking wreck Dolly Ellington if I got my big, grubby, old hands on her.
I crack an eye open, watching my erection bob, gaining girth at the sound of her voice. “Glad it’s going smoothly. I hear I got you to thank for most of that, too.”
“Hmm,” she breathes, making this little noise in her throat that has me reaching for my cock, something I know is wrong. She’s so young, andstill, I stroke myself. I’ve never felt more free than I have in this hotel room right now. “Well, you know the market means a lot to my sisters and me, too.”
“I appreciate that,” I groan, knowing that Ishouldfeel guilty for touching myself while I’m talking to her but… my sexual needs have come roaring back to the forefront of my brain lately, and seemingly been focused on…Dolly.
“I’ll send some pics after we hang up. Anyway, have fun and… hey, if you wear that shirt Deuce got you, send me a picture. It’s too funny not to remember.”
“Will do,” I say, reaching under my shaft to give my hot, heavy balls a healthy tug.
“Bye, Hudson. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Dol,” I tell her, “Thank you again.”
When I hang up, I’m about to finish what I’m starting but she sends three text messages right away.
The first one is a shot of all the canopies, everythingset up the way it always is. The next one is a photo of Gray Farms’s milk stand, the bottles front-faced perfectly. The last one…
Dolly is holding a jar of Gray Farms’s vitamin D milk in one hand. The jar is beaded in condensation, a flicker of the summer sun peeking into the tent from the corner, causing a stripe of orange to fall against her face. She’s grinning, her perfect tits pushed up in that white sundress she wears, the one that’s thin enough to make me hard but opaque enough to drive me mad. Fuck, that’s the first time I’ve acknowledged that Dolly is usually a turn-on. I’ve always ignored it. It always felt so wrong.
But I’m still kind of drunk.
And her voice is so soft.
She’d curl up so nicely against me.
My eyes steer back to her face as I get to my feet, placing the phone on the edge of the mattress, in the covers. I grip my cock with one hand, using my free hand to zoom in on the image.
Rimming her full pink top lip is… milk.My milk. Fresh and creamy, it sits in a thick white arch, her tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth only slightly. The photo is… harmless. She’s showing off Gray Farms, showing me the booth, smiling, proving I’ve got nothing to worry about here.
My milk on her upper lip, though…
My bicep flexes and torques as I begin furiously stroking. Sticky and clear, precum threads between my open, hungry slit and the screen of the phone, fogging Dolly’s breasts.
I know it’s wrong as the day is long but I can’t help but see that strip of white above her lip asmy cum.
I’d trace her beautiful face with one fingertip, and swipe through it as it drips from her chin. Those pink lips would part and I’d press my finger onto her warm, waiting tongue, and she’d close around it, sucking every drop off. She’d want it. She’dreallyfucking want it, in her mouth, on her skin,inside of her.
My arm works faster at the mere flash I get of myself swaying over Dolly’s slender build, my legs engulfing her as I push my cock into her silk panties.“Just a little,”she’d breathe, my eyes fluttering, fist pumping as the fantasy consumes me. I see my large hand hooking a finger around the soaked satin, tugging the crotch aside to expose two perfect lips covered in blonde curls, arousal glistening. I use my finger to part her, stroking up and down, teasing before I push inside, taking my time so I don’t hurt her.
What would sweet Dolly sound like with me fucking her?“Mmm,” I groan, my eyes opening, fixating on Dolly’s upper lip and her full breasts.
The last fantasy to cross my mind before I come is Dolly, wearing that dress, on her knees in front of me, palms on her thighs.“Feed me,” she whispers, her tone husky with desire, lashes fluttering, lips slowly parting.
“Fuuuuck,” I grit out, choking my fist down to the wide crown of my cock. I watch with rapt attention as I coat the screen in streaks of cum, my desire for Dolly emptying everything. The bed around the phone is soaked, the screen is coated, and cum drips from my knuckles as I stand on wobbly legs over the bed.
Post-nut clarity doesn’t know it’s way to Las Vegas, either, apparently.
I grab a towel from the bathroom and clean up myphone, taking one last look at the photo of Dolly before face-planting into the unused bed. I’m not quite ready to face what I just did… or this day.
I drift off, thoughts of Dolly’s loyalty on my mind. If only she were older…
