Becca the Bold: Dic at the Door

A continuation of the Becca the Bold journey. While not required, previous works will help understanding and are published in order accordingly.

As Becca found herself stirring in her car seat, still wrapped in her silk robe, she reached over to the seat next to her, only to find it empty. Waking up fully, she noticed that her driver was still the same Vincent, but Miss Hannah was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Miss Hannah? We didn't forget her, did we Vincent?"

"Oh no no no, she took another car to dinner. They have a very big house, very close to where you enjoyed your lunch," her driver informed her, giving her a wink in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, I see," Becca answered the man in a disappointing manner. "I guess that's it then."

"Maybe," Vincent rebutted her concern. "Maybe not. All I know, they are a great couple who treat their employees very well. There is even a bag here for you."

"I bet everyone gets one of these Vincent. I'm no different than the others."

"Oh no miss, you are the first," the driver responded, turning on his blinker as he pulled the car over in front of her building. "And we are here. They will be in touch, just keep being you. You are special, miss."

With that closing, Vincent unbuckled his seat belt and exited the car, heading around the back to her door on the side. Opening it slowly for Becca, he held out an opened Coach handbag, her phone, wallet and keys all waiting inside. There was also a blueberry bubble bath alongside a roll of cash that seemed to be all hundreds. Finally, a sexy black thong with the word QUEEN stitched into the front. Removing the soft cloth, she brought it to her face and inhaled, taking in the musk of Miss Hannah, as if they hadn't just separated less than an hour earlier.

Looking up from the bag at Vincent, she leaned in and gave him a hug, her robe riding up ever so slightly in the back, showing off her bare ass to the pretty, July sunset. Not sure how to respond at first, he hugged her back, the two sharing a friendly embrace before she hopped away toward her building. Up the steps, she got to the door and turned back, giving Vincent a wave once she was safely inside the building.

Opting for the stairs, she crossed her fingers that she wouldn't run into any of her neighbors. Not that she was embarrassed by her appearance, or her actions for that matter, she just didn't feel the need to explain her choices to anyone, let alone a Karen down the hall. Becca jogged up to the fourth floor, still grateful for her hiking shoes while also enjoying the freedom that her robe allowed. Dancing her way down the hall, she spun a little, showing off her goods a bit to a thankfully empty hallway. Once at her door, she unlocked it and headed in to her studio apartment, closing and locking the door behind her. What a fucking day, she thought to herself.

Entering the joint living area/kitchen, Becca placed the bag on the table, pulling out the Queen thong and bubble bath, before heading towards her bathroom. She may not have had a big apartment, or a nice one really, but she had a nice and clean tub that was well decorated and truly relaxing. It even smelled nice for a bathroom, which she was hoping would impress whomever saw it next after she did.

That night, however, it was going to smell like blueberries, or Miss Hannah specifically. That was just what she needed before heading back to work the next day. How could it almost be Monday already, she thought to herself. And could she really go back to the mundane secretary work after discovering so much about herself?

Suddenly, her phone began to vibrate, receiving a call from an unknown number. She sent it to voicemail, putting her phone back down on the counter.

It started buzzing again, Becca looking at it and wondering to herself briefly. Not usually one to answer those calls, something about this call lured her in. Picking up the phone, she held it to her ear and just listened. Silence for a moment, before a voice began to speak.

"Slut, it's Miss Hannah. My husband and I are at the door, let us in."

Still holding the bottle of bubble bath in her hands, Becca turned her head towards the door, taking the phone away from her head and staring at the door in shock. That couldn't have been enough time for them to have eaten dinner she thought to herself, wondering if it could really possibly be Miss Hannah. The heat in her belly stirring around again.

Breaking her from the trance, someone knocked on the door. With a racing heart, her phone buzzed in hand, literally causing her to jump and clutch it to her chest, still covered by her purple silk robe.

This time it was a text.

"Slut, we want to make you an offer" it read, clearly Miss Hannah following up, being polite but also seemingly annoyed at being avoided.

Heading towards the door, Becca pulled it open to see Miss Hannah and a beautiful man, appearing equally as rich and fancy as Miss Hannah had the first time they met. The two pushed their way into the apartment, looking around and internally judging Becca on the small size.

"Slut, my husband wants to take you for a spin; his words, not mine," Miss Hannah snapped, getting right down to business. "Your pictures impressed him more than any previous interviewee. How much for a roll in the hay?"

Aroused at the thought of him enjoying the pictures, and Miss Hannah seeming to enjoy that, Becca decided to fully immerse herself as their full-time fucktoy. Remembering what Vincent had told her when dropping her off, Becca decided to show her true value to the power couple.

"For you Miss Hannah, never a charge."

Catching the rich couple by surprise, Miss Hannah found herself wet at the ongoing loyalty of the slut in front of her.

"This is Mr. Noah," she cooed at Becca, presenting the man next to her, carrying a fancy briefcase similar in style to the bag she had received in the car. "Lay back on the bed and play with yourself now."

Not taking off her silk robe, as she felt it would delay her ability to follow orders, Becca laid back on the bed, bring her feet up flat to give a better view to Miss Hannah and Mr. Noah. From their angle, they could see a dried cum spot, clearly marking where Becca's pussy had come to rest in the car. Becca began toying with her clit, caught off guard when she heard a chair slide across the floor and be placed right at her feet.

She was fully exposed, her pussy still tender from the earlier fuckings, but still willing and eager for more. Not stopping, she used her other hand to insert a finger, beginning to moan lightly as she felt someone access and sit in the chair between her gapingly spread legs. Not being touched, she could feel the static electricity emanating from the body. The individual between her legs placed the briefcase on the floor, leading her to think that it may be Mr. Noah.

Remembering back to Miss Hannah's briefcase from earlier that weekend, she had noticed this one was different. It was about the size of a roll of paper towels, long and round. It looked like it was made of a fancy material, rough around the edges, maybe snake skin or something similar.

"I can see Austin and Derek had some fun on their hike today, such a hot sight. You were right honey," Mr. Noah reported back to his wife, confirming that this man, whom Becca had just met, was analyzing the way she pleasured herself and the way that she had been pleasured. Something she used to do in private, playing with herself was rarely even something any previous lovers got to witness. And someone looking at her after being fucked? Never before.

"May I taste?" Mr. Noah politely inquired, making Becca feel not only sexy, but sexy and well fucked.

Pulling her hand from her pussy, Becca held it up gingerly while still playing with her clit using the other hand. Mr. Noah took a wet finger in his mouth, sucking off her salacious juices. Still laying back and playing with herself, she heard the familiar sound of someone unbuckling their pants. Looking between her legs, she watched as Mr. Noah pulled a prized possession from his pants and began to stroke it.

Seeing his dick for the first time, Becca was relieved to realize that he did not match the smallest dildo from Miss Hannah's original case.

This dick was too big to fit in that case, Becca thought to herself. This lighting rod would need such a massive case she thought, quickly coming to realize that a dildo shaped after her husband's gorgeous cock was most likely inside the container that they brought. She quivered at the thought of taking the whole thing, hopefully at the same time as pleasing Mr. Noah and therefore pleasing Miss Hannah.

Watching the case get opened, Becca realized that she was right, wanting to cum instantly at its appearance, but again, knowing better.

"Let's go get in the shower," he said out loud, breaking Becca's concentration away from her pussy. Snapping back from her edging, she looked to Miss Hannah. Embarrassed at the size of her small bathroom, Becca looked down to avoid making eye contact.

"It's fine, Slut," she encouraged the petite brunette. "We've played around in much worse. This place is very, very cozy."

The fake compliment for some reason not feeling insulting to Becca, but just a standard comment from someone much richer.

"Thank you, Miss Hannah."

"Well, then," the fit woman responded, beginning to get undressed and leaving her clothes on the floor as she moved around. "After our long day, I think I'll sit this one out. Will I be able to watch from the toilet? Sitting will make it easier for me to still toy a little."

"Of course, Miss Hannah."

"Excellent then. Mr. Noah, the slut is yours to enjoy in the shower. I'll bring the briefcase."

Closing the case and picking it up, Miss Hannah walked to the bathroom on the far side of the studio apartment, placing it on the sink before she sat on the toilet. Meanwhile, Mr. Noah untied Becca's useless robe and picked her up and out of it by the waist, placing her small body over his shoulder easily. He slapped her butt a few times as he gleefully carried her to the bathroom, her pussy exposed to Miss Hannah as they entered. Playing with her pussy, Miss Hannah watched with a smile as he placed Becca on her feet in the shower. They were all clearly enjoying themselves.

"Alright, let me have it," he spoke, speaking directly to Miss Hannah. The woman took a break from playing with herself and stood up. Moving to the sink, she opened the case and handed him the duplicate phallus. He held it next to his growing dick, Becca entertained by the near matching appearance as she stood exposed in the tub. Sliding Becca to the side a little with his hand, he suctioned the dildo to the bottom of the tub with a thwack. He slapped it and watched as it waved back and forth, leaving him confident that it was properly attached. "Go ahead, you're up."

Knowing what he meant, Becca stood over the battering ram and spread her legs wide, reaching down to rub her clit with one hand before sticking two fingers from the other into her needy, hot hole. Becca enjoyed that she could still feel some of the hiker's cum leaking out of her still tight pussy. Her back to the wall, she slowly met the tip with her throbbing skin, rubbing her pussy lips against it while holding it in place between two fingers. Lowering herself on to the tip of the toy, she leaned forward, stopping when feeling her nipples against the chilling edge of the tub. Holding on to the edge with both of her hands now, she pushed down harder, against the resistance of the dick stretching her out below. Feeling her pussy pulse around it, she slid up and down a bit, her lips gripping the toy and soaking it, preparing her to escalate the situation.

Extending her neck out next, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, looking at her power couple, before crossing her eyes and letting out a moan. If they wanted a fucking show, Becca would give them a show they would never forget. Fuck the other girls that Vincent had mentioned, she thought to herself, none of them could work this couple like she could.

"It makes my pussy feel so full," Becca moaned, suddenly more aware of her pussy lips below, stretching open more than ever before. A string of spit escaped her mouth, stretching its way to her tit below before breaking off and splashing on to her skin.

Pushing herself back away from the tub edge now, she kept making the same face and let out another moan, a neediness and wanton lustiness racing through her soul. Bouncing on the dick harder still, she felt herself finally greeting the base and feeling her skin against the cold floor of the tub. Looking to Miss Hannah, she gave her a look begging for release, she then looked over to Mr. Noah, stripping naked before approaching the tub. Presenting something that matched what was inside of her, she opened her mouth to moan, but was greeted by a thrusting cock instead.

Fucking her mouth, Mr. Noah enjoyed watching the show this slut was putting on for him and his wife. They frequently picked up naïve college sluts when they were in a city, showing them a good time before moving on forever. This was different though; Becca had made them not want to keep searching for new slut place after place. Miss Hannah shared privately with her husband that she just couldn't get enough of the petite Becca, and Mr. Noah was willing to skip dinner to see for himself; he was quickly finding it extremely hard to disagree.

Wanting to get a first orgasm out quick, Mr. Noah pulled his cock from Becca's mouth and stroked it while his wife shouted words of encouragement.

"Yeah baby," Miss Hannah yelled. "Cum on Slut's face while she rides a dick just like yours. FUCK. That's fucking hot..."

Grunting at the nasty encouragement, Mr. Noah started cumming on Becca's face, the first several shots flying over her, splattering on the tile wall like pieces of wet spaghetti. The next few landed on her face before he reached for one of Becca's hand towels and started wiping off the saliva and remaining cum from the tip. Playing lightly with her clit now, cum covering her face, Becca once again looked to Miss Hannah, her face still desperately begging for release.

Miss Hannah approached the tub, getting a closer look at a spread-eagle Becca, fully impaled on their favorite couple's toy. Getting up close, she could hear her slut emitting a low consistent growl. Kissing her on the cum covered lips first, she then whispered something in Becca's ear.

"Go ahead Slut, then enjoy a shower."

Miss Hannah turned on the water, making sure the heat was pleasant as it rained down upon an orgasming Becca. The low growl got louder as Becca felt the water hit her skin, looking up, she could feel it rinsing the cum from her face, the thicker liquid slowly making its way down her squatting body. Madly frigging her clit, while feeling the fullest pussy she had doubted possible, wave after wave of bliss rained over her, mixing with the hot water to create a sensation on her skin that intensified her orgasm to the point of heaven. Her blood felt like it was boiling, a heat so lustful that made the muscles in her pussy work overtime, her body craving more of the toy and willing her pussy to make it so. She could feel herself getting wetter.

Raising herself up a bit on the tub dick, Becca felt a new sensation that triggered another orgasm. Squirting for the first time in her life, she continued to lift up, her pussy tightening and almost lifting her higher off the dildo. The more air her pussy felt, the more liquid started shooting out around the dildo beneath her. Never had she found herself this wet before, she was craving more.

"Oh my god honey, come quick," Miss Hannah yelled, wanting to share her newfound treasure. "She's squirting all over your dick in the shower!"

The thought of her calling her husband to witness this debauchery proved too much for Becca, her orgasming for the third time in what felt like a minute. Running into the bathroom with a smile on his face, his big dick flopping around, Becca tensed up briefly, ejecting another cupful of liquid from her pussy into the tub.

"So hot honey, she's so hot..."

Becca flopped down in the tub, the hot water still raining down upon her skin as her last orgasm pulsed its way to its end. Her legs shaking, no longer being able to hold her weight, she reveled in the sensations still running through her.

Letting her bask in her orgasms for a bit, Miss Hannah waited before turning off the shower and bringing her a towel. Helping Becca dry off once out of the tub, Miss Hannah smiled at her and kissed her on the lips. The two making out briefly, thrilling Becca despite its briefness and convincing her that she was definitely doing better than those other girls. Pulling back, Miss Hannah held her forehead to Becca's and looked her in the eyes.

"You're almost there Slut, just make him cum again."

Becca turned, sticking out her butt and waiting for Miss Hannah to slap it. Squeezing her cheeks before giving it a slap, she gave Becca a little nudge out of the bathroom towards Mr. Noah.

Out on the couch, he sat there stroking himself, nearly fully erect again already. Dropping to her knees, Becca crawled across the room, drawing a smile to the man's face. He locked eyes with his wife and she gave him a knowing nod. As she got to the couch, she laid her head on his upper thigh, directly next to his beautiful dick. Sitting there calmly, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, placing it back behind her ear. She shuddered at his gentle touch, loving the sensation.

She opened her mouth and engulfed his growing member, Mr. Noah pulling her hair back in his hand so he could watch her handiwork. Slowly at first, Becca began greedily devouring the dick in front of her. Sitting upright, she leaned into Mr. Noah's lap, using her hands without needing to support her weight. Working his shaft up and down, she found herself struggling with getting the girthy meat into her mouth, so instead, she focused on the head. Twisting the lengthy stick with both hands, she sucked on the tip before swirling her tongue lewdly around it and slurping up his precum.

Sitting where she could watch the show best, Miss Hannah once again began toying with her pussy. That woman played with herself more than she did, Becca thought to herself, noticing her new participation from the corner of her eye. Reverting her attention back to Mr. Noah, she heard a quiet moan escape his lips. I'm doing good, Becca thought to herself, keeping the dick embedded in her throat.

Finding herself quickly lifted up unexpectedly, Becca could only watch as Mr. Noah's cock slipped from her lips. He flung her through the air and onto his lap, trapping his cock between them before locking eyes and leaning in to kiss her. Looking down, Becca felt like his dick would blow past her belly button.

Placing his hands under her shoulders, he lifted her up again and held her there, clearing the tip of his dick. Knowing just what to do, Becca grabbed hold of his member, aiming it towards her dripping snatch as gravity did the rest. Lowering herself quick, he felt her pussy inhaling him until her skin slapped against his. She started bucking madly in his lap, grateful for the opportunity to stretch herself out using the dildo in the shower first. Exchanging spit once again as their tongue intertwined, Becca decided to take a chance.

"Oh my god, may I cum Miss Hannah?"

"You may."

Quite surprised, Becca started to play with her clit, hooking her hand around the back of Mr. Noah's neck so she could still grind against him. The two sensations quickly building another orgasm inside of her.

"Wait actually," Miss Hannah cruelly paused the orgasm, Becca's hand switching from flicking her clit to trembling just above it. Becca could hear Miss Hannah walking across the floor again, her heels clacking. Returning from the bathroom, Becca noticed the still wet dildo in Miss Hannah's hands, her walking towards the fucking couple and putting the head to Becca's mouth. "Open, Slut. You can cum when you're full of my husband's dick."