Chapter One

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

“Goddammit!” I cursed as I ignored nearly twenty calls in a row from Tabitha. I sat in my parent’s living room with the TV playing in the background. It was 2:30 am and an infomercial about a pair of sunglasses that were unbreakable was playing. It had been playing for nearly twenty minutes, and I hadn’t looked at the screen once yet. Instead, I had my laptop open on a coffee table beside two boxes half full of things. On the couch cushion beside me was my tablet, and in my hand was my phone. All three screens were open to the same thing: my bank account.

I received notification of a deposit fifteen minutes ago and first saw it on my phone. Since then, I had to get my other devices to help convince myself it wasn’t a mirage.

Refreshing the screen on my phone, I read the balance of my bank account again.

‘$485,284,952.23’

$184.48 was what was in the account two hours ago, which was mine. The rest was a recent addition. After transferring a thousand to different accounts, I became sufficiently convinced the money was real and grabbed my laptop. First, I went to my credit cards and paid them off. Then I found the loan I had taken out to bury my parents and paid that off. The most satisfying part was when I finally remembered my login information for my student loans. $58,387 remained on those. Clicking on the payout amount button, I couldn’t help but smile as I typed in $58,387 and clicked ’submit.’

Leaning back on the couch, I let out a long sigh and looked at the ceiling. It was like I just finished a long hard workout and it was over.

Grabbing my phone, I opened my calculator to figure out how much I just spent and how much I had left.

Hm. $485,229,182.51 remaining… Now… what the fuck do I do with $500 million dollars?

I was startled by the sudden ringing and buzzing of my phone as a phone call came in. It was Cynthia. My stomach dropped, and I considered just ignoring the call as I had several others, but knew at some point her unanswered calls would just turn into her showing up unannounced to my house or worse yet, she would just post all the embarrassing photos she has of me online.

I sighed, swiping on the screen and accepting the call, “hello?”

“Hey, stranger boy,” Cynthia said in a chipper tone. “Took you long enough to answer. Open up, sugar.”

“What?”

“I’m outside. Thought it’d be rude to just knock unannounced in this day of fancy phone age, so I called ahead.”

Walking to my parent’s front door, I unlocked it and opened it to see Cynthia clacking up the front steps in black high heels with a smirk on her face and a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand.

“Don’t worry,” she said as she walked by me. “I brought drinks.”

Chapter Two

“Very nice,” Cynthia said from down the hall. “Your parents had great taste.”

I listened to her fake comments as I fixed us both Jack and Coke on the rocks from the nearly empty kitchen. Cynthia allowed the time to take it upon herself to tour the entire house. Though all she said was praise, her tone gave a fake demeanor, as did almost everything she said. Very little about Cynthia seemed real. She was the type of woman who went out of her way to get whatever she wanted and thrived on drama. To be honest, the more I got to know her, the more I wondered if she would just share the photos of me one day, even if I did everything she asked, just for the chance for her to bask in some of the wreckage in the media they would cause.

“Oh, I love the master bedroom,” her muffled voice called.

I looked at this place and don’t think I can ever think of it as mine. It’s someone else’s. It’s theirs.

My eyes couldn’t help but stare at Cynthia when she came in. Her round ass clenched through her tight jeans or her white t-shirt that was too small for her and exposed her belly button and the flying bird on the small of her back. It was the kind of shirt a girl half her age would typically wear, but I had to admit. Seeing it on her 40-year-old body with her ample curves around her breasts... it was mesmerizing.

It had been a week now since I attempted to cut things off with Cynthia and her daughter and a week since Cynthia informed me that I was wrong and could not do so… not unless I wanted my friends, family, and the world to see pictures of me naked and having a threesome.

I may be rich now, but I am still embarrassed. I’m still a high school teacher… god, the field day my students and principal would have with that.

I had spent the weeks alone for the most part. Hiding in my parent’s dark house, ducking texts and phone calls from long-lost acquaintances and newly formed relations. I had to recover physically, emotionally…

There was a certain repulsion at the sight of Cynthia. She knew what she wanted and so did he. Despite that, he couldn’t help but stare at her curvy parts. He found his cock growing inside his pants as he followed her into the living room. The host in him found it necessary to stack the few boxes left in the corner of the room. After a week of work, the living room looked like a skeleton. No pictures covered the walls, no books or trinkets on the shelves. There was but a couch and an armchair, a coffee table and a TV.

“Wow… Oh my god…” Cynthia said as I reentered the living room without drinks. She was looking down at the laptop that had my bank page open. The account had timed out, so my banking information was hidden, but the account balances were still visible. “Looks like you finally got your pay day! Congrats!”

Cynthia took the glass away from me and cheered before drinking. The way Cynthia looked at me after just seeing my bank account was… lustful, to say the least. It was like I was a walking orgasm to her. I don’t believe all women are gold diggers, but the amount of sway money has on most women is undeniable. Seeing the evidence of this was a mixed bag of truths for me. I was depressed for my ‘poor’ former self and all those without money who were deemed ‘unattractive’ when really they were just broke. I was thrilled because I think for the rest of my life I will be ‘attractive’ monetarily speaking.

“Yes, yes, I did. Just came in tonight.” I said, taking another drink.

Cynthia motioned to the rest of the quiet, dark house. “Where's the celebration then? You should be partying. See? It’s a good thing I came around.”

“Yeah, I was just finishing packing up and…”

“Yes, I see that. No need to live here or even in this town anymore.” Cynthia said, stepping closer to me. “What’s your plan? You going to New York City? LA? Vegas? Europe? I’d love to hear your plans.”

“I… haven’t really made any yet,” I admitted. However, Cynthia cocked an eye towards me, like she didn’t believe me.

Setting down her glass, she softened her look at me. “I’m not here for your money. I don’t want money or anything. I’m here to say sorry about those previous texts. Look, I know every pretty 20-year-old slut is gonna be throwing themselves at you over that money, and that’s why you didn’t want to see me. The texts and threats were all just trying to show that they aren’t what you really want. What you really need…”

“And what do I need?” I asked as I slumped onto the couch, feeling like a student being schooled by his forty-year-old teacher.

“You need a woman. An experienced woman to take care of you. I want to be by your side when you travel, eat, and party. You can bring home the twenty-year-old sluts, and we can enjoy them together. But you need one constant slut at your side.” Cynthia said, setting her glass down. She threw her legs over his hips as she mounted him.

Cynthia pressed her lips to mine, and I could taste the cold, wet pop and the tinge of the whiskey on her lips. Her cold hands delicately cupped my cheeks as she slid her tongue down my throat. With her thick thighs wrapped around my hips, she began to grind against me like she was a teenage girl, and the best we could do was dry hump each other.

She smelled of hairspray with a hint of cigarettes from a while ago. She kissed me so hard and so deep that my cock couldn’t help but harden in my pants. My hands went up her hips and traversed up to her taut belly. I had déjà vu and suddenly realized there were many similarities physically and other between Cynthia and Helen. Cynthia was a more high-brow brow, stuck-up version of Helen without tattoos. The circle of women I had surrounded myself with over the past days were mostly copies of one another, for better or worse, with different physical features here or there. All the same except Trisha… She was… special.

Cynthia had found my now throbbing cock bulging in my pants. Pressing her clothed crotch down on it, she ground on me as she released squealing moans into our kiss. She broke the kiss and took off her shirt, letting her big thick titties fall in front of me.

“Do you want to fuck me, baby? Hmm?” Cynthia asked. Her hand slipped my cock free from my jeans as she stroked it between me and her. She kissed and licked my neck and ear, then bit my lower earlobe. “Do you want, mmmm do you want to fuck your slutty whore?”

God… Yes. Yes, I do. I want to fuck her…

Her hand pumped my cock hard and slow as she bit her lip and pressed her cheek into mine.

“God, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this cock. I’ve missed your body…” she purred. “Take me, please fucking take me.”

Pushing my hands underneath her ass, I lifted her up and tossed her on her back onto the couch cushion beside me. Without prompting, she scrambled to remove her pants and underwear, and I did my part, tossing them aside, careful to leave her black high heels on. Crawling between her legs, I slid the shaft of my cock up and down her pussy lips several times, feeling how wet she was as I felt her long fingernails claw the shirt off my back, revealing my muscular chest.

“Yes, fuck me. Shove your fucking cock inside my hole,” Cynthia pleaded.

Without warning or notice, I rammed my stiff cock deep inside Cynthia and immediately felt how tight and warm her pussy was as I flexed inside her before pulling out and slamming in again.

“Ahhh! Fuck yes!” Cynthia cried.

Holding on to the sensitive skin beneath her knees, I folded Cynthia into the corner of the couch as I rammed into her pussy. Rocking my hips into hers, the clap of our bodies meeting grew louder and louder as her black heels waved about in the air.

“Jesus Christ! Yes yes yes yes!” Cynthia screamed as her arms flailed about, grabbing at the arm of the couch and the fabric. “Fuck your slut. Fuck your fucking slut. I’m your whore. I’m your whore. I’m your fucking whore!”

My cock jackhammered into this milf’s pussy like a dildo of a fucking machine set at full speed. I could feel a new confidence surging through me, and it wasn’t just my usual sexual prowess. The women desired me. The money gave me respect. My future was bright. All of it let me be, let me become who I wanted to be.

Pulling my cock out, I let it bounce, glistening between us as I turned Cynthia around and bent her over the arm of the couch. She was still panting and groaning as she moved where I put her. Bent over the arm, I forced my cock back inside her pussy, thrusting it hard and deep and making this mature beauty scream.

“Ughghh! Fuck yes, baby! Fucking wreck me!” Cynthia demanded as she arched her back and looked to the ceiling. I grabbed the meat of her hips and pulled her fat ass back as I rammed forward, stuffing my cock deep inside her, only to pull out and do it again, harder and harder. The rougher I pulled on her, the more moaned and demanded more.

“Ahh yes, treat me like a fucking whore. Use me! Use this pussy, baby. Fucking take- ahhhh!” She moaned.

Cynthia’s hair showered over her face as she leaned forward, sniffling and gasping for breath. She flips her hair back and out of her face, and I help by grabbing a fist full of it and pulling her back.

“Ahhh ahh ahhh! Yes, pull my fucking hair! Pull your fucking slut’s hair!” Cynthia cursed.

I fucked her hard and rough. Her large, heavy tits heaved with every thrust. They bounced together up and almost into her chest before smacking down to her chest.

"Oh, will you cum for me? Cum for your whore. Cum all over your whore,” Cynthia begged.

“Oh, god…” I groaned, and that seemed to send her over the edge.

"Ohhh, god yes! Fuck me, fuck. Me. Fuck. Me...” Cynthia went silent, and all that filled the room was the sound of my body clapping into hers and her tits clapping together with the motion. “Oooohhhh god! Yes!! Yes!!! Oh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m I’m- you’re making me fucking cum!”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the orgasm hit us both, and I felt Cynthia squeeze on my cock so hard as I shoved inside her and held her. Her pussy squirted and drained over my shaft as I flexed and shot spurts of warm cum over her mess of a pussy.

“Oh god, baby, yes… yes… yes……” Cynthia moaned as I finally released her hair and she collapsed over the couch arm.

 I fell backward on the couch seat, caught my breath, and recovered. Cynthia turned and crawled on top of me. Our naked bodies piled and intertwined. I think she was trying to make it a romantic moment, but after 10 minutes, it just turned awkward. Eventually, we stood and began getting dressed.

Cynthia couldn’t keep her hands off me as she squeezed my arm and rubbed my back while kissing my cheek and lips. “See, that was fun, wasn’t it, baby?” She asked. “Maybe I’ll come by again in a few days, huh?”

“Okay,” I said, walking her to the door.

I thought I was free of her when my blackmailer turned around at the door and gave me a final kiss before saying, “One more thing. Can you officially break things off with Helen and Trisha? I know my texts to Helen… well, didn’t go well, but if you and I are going to try and become official, I don’t want you seeing them anymore, okay?” Cynthia smiled and shook her phone, perhaps as a silent threat. “Thanks, baby. Can’t wait to do this again.”

Chapter Three

The next day that could have… should have been filled with fun and wasting money that I definitely have too much of, was instead filled with anxiety and stress. I tried to ignore my nearly constantly vibrating phone by leaving it in another room. I laid in my empty bedroom and scrolled on my laptop through different houses in strange places I could buy but never would. I looked at boats and jet skis, though I didn’t know how to drive them.

I couldn’t think of a single thing to buy that was more than $200.

Jesus, I’m a terrible rich person.

Finally, I decided putting off the inevitable was only making things worse. Slapping shut my laptop, I went into the other room and looked at my phone. ‘145 missed calls (89 of them were from Tabitha) and 484 missed texts (322 of them from Tabitha).’

Tabitha was as good of a place to start as any. Taking a deep breath, I stepped outside for some fresh air and returned her call. It rang for a moment; then there was a shuffling before I heard her.

“Hello? Hello?”

“Hey… Tabitha,” I said awkwardly. “Sorry, I missed your many… many calls and text messages. As you know, this is a really busy time for me.”

“Oh my god, totally, I get it. I’m just glad you called back- sorry, I’m at stupid work. But hey, how about you come over later, and we'll go to the club. Just you and me this time. I can show you a few more moves on my stripper pole afterward,” she giggled.

“No, no, I’m sorry I can’t tonight, unfortunately-”

“Well, how about this weekend, any time this weekend,” Tabitha said more forcefully, with panic in her voice. “I could invite my friends again. Or others. I have other girlfriends who-”

“Tabitha, Tabitha, whoa, slow down,” I said. “Listen. I had a lot of fun with you, and I like you, but I think you and I should remain friends for a while. We can hang out some other time, but for now, just friends, okay?”

“How about I cook you dinner tonight? I’m an amazing cook, and I'm really good. Just wait-”

I sighed, “No, I can’t. Look, Tabitha, I have to go, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Don’t you hang up this fucking phone!” Tabitha exploded, and I quickly hung up the phone as if her voice were bullets shooting through the speaker.

“Good god…” I said to myself. At least that one is over…

I pulled up Trisha’s name on my phone and felt a sorrow I hadn’t felt since my parent’s funeral. Clenching my teeth, I dialed the number. God, I’m sorry.

Suddenly, she answered. Trisha’s voice was warm and inviting in that soft, seductive tone. “Hi there…” she said in a way where I could see her smile as if I was seated in front of her. God, I should do this in person…

“Hey… wow, just hearing your voice makes me smile; that’s weird,” I said without thought.

She laughed and hummed on the phone, “Stop it. I’ve got to admit I’m kind of surprised you’re calling at all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, hot stuff like you. Tons of money… I thought you’d be in the Bahamas now surrounded by supermodels,” she joked, but I could tell it was out of self-consciousness, and I remembered now why I called.

“Well, pathetically, I am absolutely terrible at spending money, so more like I’ll end up at wall greens on a spending spree.” They both laughed. “I uh just wanted to call and say um… say that I had a good time the other night and, um, well, I have some things I’ve got to handle. Take care of. But I uh, I won’t be able to see you for a bit, and I… I just wanted to let you know.”

There was a long, painful pause that nearly killed me. When she did return on the phone, her voice and confidence had changed. Suddenly, she was meek and sad. There was no smile anymore.

“Oh, yeah, right, um, of course… yeah… we had fun yeah, so um… so I’ll let you go then and we’ll just-”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Sorry, I’ve got work. I’ve got to go… thanks for the call,” Trisha said, hanging up. She sounded on the verge of tears when she did. Everything inside me wanted to call back and explain, but I knew it would just make the pain last longer.

How will she feel if she saw those pics of me released online?

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

‘Incoming Call TABITHA…’

“Come on!” I yelled, canceling her spamming calls. Then there was a buzz of an incoming text.

I looked down at my phone and expected to see more texts from Tabitha, who was beyond spamming me at this time. It had gotten to the point that I had to block her on all my social media (most of which was deactivated now anways) and cellphone. I waited for her to inevitably begin texting and calling from fake numbers generated online, but to my surprise, my phone didn’t vibrate from her.

I had received a text from Brittany, Cynthia’s daughter. Or rather, a text and an image. The image gave a sour twist in my gut. I'm sure she wanted to convey her intended feeling. It was a picture of my entire body and face grinning down on her like a doofus as she sucked my cock.

Brittany

‘I’m feeling like a hotel. A fancy one in the city. How about we get one tomorrow night? Let me know which you pick.’

Chapter Four

To be honest, renting the hotel room was kind of fun. What a bizarre and interesting feeling it was to pick the most expensive thing in the most expensive place and not to care about money. To not budget or worry about how I would pay my rent or cover my bills. I nearly maxed out my credit card, I reminded myself to up the limit tomorrow.

I met Brittany at the Hilton Hotel in Cleveland, Ohio. I checked into the penthouse before she arrived; due to the drive, she didn’t arrive until dark. Brittany’s young and devious eyes sparkled when I answered the door. She looked me up and down like a recent purchase of hers before walking around me and exploring the enormous hotel room. The wall of windows looked out over the night city skyline from the top floor.

Brittany wore a loose black skirt and crimson spaghetti-strapped top beneath a black blouse. My eyes followed her wherever she went, and she knew it. It’s a difficult thing to admit for a man who considered himself to be educated, ethical, and relatively normal, but there was something erotic about being blackmailed. Having my choice in sex taken away by two attractive women was a fantasy that had been buried deep inside me without me even knowing.

“What you lookn’ at?” Brittany asked.

“Just… watching you enjoy the view,” I said.

Brittany turned to face me with the midnight skyline as her backdrop. There was an edge to her voice and a hook to the smirk that she gave me like she was dangerous.

“Enjoying the view of me enjoying the view?” Brittany said as she moved closer to me. She stood in front of me, inches away as her fingers traced my waistband. “My mom wants you for her house pet. She thinks if she sucks that wonderful big cock of yours enough, you’ll forget that you’re a millionaire and she’s twenty years older than you. She thinks you two will be husband and wife in no time.”

Brittany slipped her hand inside my pants and boxers and caressed my half-mast cock. Reverse stroking me as she planted kisses on either side of my neck. Feeling me grow and stiffen immediately in her hand, Brittany giggled and hummed a purr.

“And you think you and I make a better couple?” I asked almost sarcastically.

To my surprise, Brittany laughed as she pulled her hand out of my pants, walked to the couch, and sat down. “You’re going to pay for that comment,” she said, resting her arms on the cushions to either side of her.

The panic must have filled my face because Brittany laughed again and threw her head back. “No, no, silly. I’m not going to release those photos of you. Well, maybe I will on second thought… unless you can convince me not to, that is…”

I crossed my arms and eyed the college-aged girl suspiciously as she smiled up at me. Suddenly, she casually spread her thighs, creating a dark opening beneath her skirt between her legs. It was then things made more sense.

“On your knees,” Brittany ordered.

Staring at her, I knew she was supposed to be manipulating me into doing this, but as I lowered myself before her, I realized I wanted to do this. The gorgeous woman just gave me the excuse to crawl between her slender thighs. Pushing the coffee table aside, Brittany widened her legs and opened the bottom hole of her skirt. My hands reached up to part her thighs farther.

“Ah ahh… no hands,” Brittany warned.

I stuck my tongue out as I inched towards her perfect, tight slit. Pressing my tongue against her pussy, I slowly licked her from the bottom of her slit to the top and instantly tasted her juices. They were like electricity on my tongue. The tip of my tongue dipped between her slit and rubbed across her clit making her thighs jitter and the young woman bit her lip.

Lapping at every inch of her pussy and always coming back to her clit for warm, wet, long licks, I hummed enjoyment despite myself as the seconds turned to minutes then turned to several minutes. Watching the gorgeous girl who’s thighs cupped my cheeks writhe and squirm as she cooed and moaned stiffened my cock. Brittany cupped her breasts through her top and squeezed them. She clenched her teeth as she sucked air in and opened her mouth as she released a high pitch moan. Her thighs shut closed on his face then stuttered open before threatening to shut close again.

She leaned back on the couch and pushed her hips out and into my face. “Oh fuck! Eat that fucking pussy! Ahhh fuck!” Brittany screamed as her breaths became labored and quicker. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking ahhh!”

My hands gripped the couch to keep from grabbing and restraining her thighs. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked and flicked my tongue across her nub over and over until her tensed and shaking hips retracted.

“Fuuuck! Gah ahhhhh yes yes yes yes!” Brittany cried as she arched her back and looked at the ceiling.

I growled into her pussy as I lapped wildly on her clit as her pussy spilled juices over my cheeks and chin. I felt the pressure of her soft, thick thighs clench around my face, muffling her moans that filled the enormous penthouse.

“Ahhhhhh, oh god, I’m fucking cumming!!!” Brittany screamed for several seconds before she suddenly gasped for air and retracted her sex from the touch of my tongue. Arching her back, she writhed and stuttered, and her limb jetted about uncontrollably as she clawed at my head and back, and her thighs clamped on my face. “Goooddddddd yesss! Oh fuck…”

When the orgasm finally passed, Brittany opened her eyes and stood and walked towards the bedroom across the room. “Come here, baby.” I went to get up and follow but she held up a finger, “ah ahhh… crawl here on your hands and knees.

It was humiliating, but I didn’t care, I did what I was told. Crawling there, I watched Brittany smile down at me with her hands on her hips. Tapping the bed with a smile, “up here.”

Laying on what must have been a super king bed, I watched Brittany strip naked at the foot of the bed the entire time her eyes were locked on my throbbing cock. Slowly, she crawled on to the bed and licked my balls and the base of my cock to the tip, teasing me before continuing to crawl and mount me.

Raising and lowering herself on my cock, I watched Brittany’s eyes light up when I entered her and squinted as she felt my cock come out of her hole. She repeated this motion over and over, all the while her breasts swayed freely in above me. She must’ve seen me staring because she snickered to herself.

“Do you like my tits, baby? My round soft tits… I see you staring at them even when you think I’m not looking,” Brittany released a long sigh as she leaned forward and placed a hand on either side of my face. Her breasts were only inches above my lips. She eyed me curiously like I was an animal in a zoo. “You think you’re better than us, don’t you?”

“What? No…”

“Yes, you do…” Brittany said, flicking her ponytail of hair back behind her shoulder. She hummed a note of approval as she lowered herself completely down on me and wiggled her ass back and forth. “Even before you went and won millions of dollars, you thought you were better. You leave here, go to college, teach in a fancy fucking school, ah!”

My cock flexed, hardening inside, making her moan and smirk down at me.

“But even now with your money and your hot shit, you still ain’t shit. Your cock is still just as hard as ever for this white trash pussy, ain’t it?” She continued.

I felt her wet juicy pussy rise off of me, only to slosh down with such force that her thick ass and thighs clapped against my body.

“Ugh!” she groaned. “This thick hard cock… you want to fuck this white trash bitch. You want to shoot your fucking cum deep inside me, don’t you?”

 Brittany repeated this motion, and I found my hips raising to meet her. She bit her lip and groaned louder as I flexed inside. She did this again and again, each time her breasts bouncing more and more before my eyes.

“Ohh… You want ugh… this fucking… Ahhh… this fucking pussy!” She moaned. Gritting her teeth, Brittany began to move her hips like a belly dancer as she slammed her ass and thighs on my body and rode my cock like a porn star. “Ah ah ah ah! Fuck! Grab my ass! Grab my fucking ass!”

Needing no more prompting, I slid my hands up her thick thighs and gripped her bouncy ass. My fingers dug into the meat of her cheeks as I raised my hips to meet hers. Pounding my cock into her pussy as she rode me made my cock throb.

“Ah ah ah fuck yes!” She cried out. Brittany’s breasts clap together in front of my face. “Yes yes yes oh… God… im… Fuuuck!”

Without warning, Brittany’s body began to seize as she shut her eyes and curled into a ball. Nuzzling her face into my neck and chest. Surprisingly sensitive as she rocked in my lap and came. Her breath became erratic as she rocked back and forth in a trance of pleasure. With each rock, my stiff cock was still penetrating her pussy, eliciting squeaks of moans with each slow penetration.

Guiding her out of her ball, I grabbed her arms and set her straight. The confident, dominant woman who was before me minutes ago was gone. As Brittany opened her eyes, she looked lost and confused as the waves of pleasure continued to crash upon her. She moved and complied with the movements as I moved her, though it looked like in her eyes that she didn’t know what planet she was currently on.

It was as if it wasn’t until I had maneuvered her into the reverse cowgirl position that she realized, as if by recognition of the movement, what they were in the middle of.

Swiping her hair out of her face, Brittany seemed to find herself as she squatted over me and fed the tip of my cock into her pussy. The moment I entered inside her, a low growl escaped her lips, and the Brittany I’ve come to know returned.

“Ohhhhh fuuu... yes… come on, fuck me with that big fucking dick of yours,” Brittany groaned. Slamming her ass down on my cock, I felt her wet, tight pussy gripping my shaft like a sleeve. “Ahhh ahh ahhhh, god dammit! Fuck this white trash fucking pussy, baby!”

There was an unfamiliar foreign part of my brain that was aroused by this small woman’s aggressive nature, like I never knew was possible. Her dirty talk… her everything. I wanted it and wanted more of it!

“That’s if fuck it fuck it! You fucking piece of shit ahhhhoh yeah!” she moaned.

Her thick round ass jiggled and bounced and rode my cock so hard the room filled with the wet sound of our bodies meeting. Her moans took over me as she flicked her hair back over her shoulder and looked back at me. Her side boob peeked out as they bounced wildly in front of her body. Brittany’s hips worked wildly like a separate entity as she pounded down on me.

When I released a low groan and looked to the chandelier hanging from the raised ceiling, she and I both knew I was cumming.

“Yes, baby, fuck a baby into me,” she ordered. “I want your cum, baby. Give me your cum. Cum for me, please. Please fucking shoot your load in the slutty white trash fucking pussy!”

Pressing her back against my chest, she continued to pop her pussy up and down on my shaft, but her body locked me down on the bed.

“Put a baby in me. Fuck inside me. Cum inside me!” she cried.

With her body locked on mine, her cheek pressed against my cheek, and her pussy squeezing my cock, I felt the sudden orgasm strike me as I watched her tits bounce, and she listened to her magnificent moans. Our bodies mashed together, and I felt her slick pussy milk the cum from my cock one drip at a time as she moved slightly up and down.

When the moment finally passed, we both lay there motionless, aside from our panting. Brittany refused to let me stand or move from the position. In fact, she refused to even let my softening cock leave her drenched pussy lips. Brittany wanted every drip of semen I had emptied inside her. That was when I knew her game.

Chapter Five

I drove home that night rather than stay in the room with Brittany. She seemed fine to have the hotel room all to herself. She already had my semen in her pussy, and she seemed content to let herself lay on her back like that for the entire night. That was the reality. Her mother, Cynthia, didn’t want my money; she wanted a marriage that equated to half of my money. And the daughter, Brittany, didn’t want my money. She wanted to get pregnant, which is a monthly paycheck for the next twenty years.

I am just money. That’s all I am. That’s all I will ever be seen as from now on.

I knew the money would make me attractive. I knew women wanted the perks. But now was the first time I realized any man could be in my place. All my worth now was money.

I got back to my parents’ house feeling defeated. I came inside the house and threw keys on the kitchen counter, annoyed with everything. I just wanted to get drunk and forget this realization I just had. Lucky for me, there was a glass half full of whiskey left on the desk. Without thinking, I grabbed it and downed it with one drink. Finding the bottle, I poured three more shots and downed them.

That was the last thought I remembered before drinking myself unconscious.

When I woke up, my head-my non-fun head throbbed like I was run over by a freight train. It was dark in the room, and it took me a minute to realize it was my bedroom. Candles were lit everywhere around the room. Warm watermelon and apple cinnamon.

When I finally opened my eyes completely, it was, then I realized I was tied down to the bed at my ankles and wrists. Flexing at the binds, I jerked at them, trying to rip free but realizing this was no game. Someone had stripped me nude and tied me tight to my own bed.

“Oh, you’re awake. Good…” I looked over to the side and saw a beautiful young woman standing. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail. She wore a black leather dress with a short skirt and calf-high black boots. They clicked as she walked over to me, and Tabitha smiled down at me. She spoke in a soft, innocent tone, “I told you not to hang up on me.”