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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.
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.
