Project 2222 Becca's Happy Ending

Project 2222 Becca

's Happy Ending (or After Poker Night) Part 1

*Special Thanks to Kenji for editing*

(For background information please read the previous stories. This story has a more romantic vibe than past stories.)

Becca stood outside, naked, with dried cum and sweat covering her body; cum leaked from her holes. She was exhausted from the night's activities. She remembered the number the cabbie had given her; she called for a ride. He answered the phone and told her he would be there shortly.

A big, black, high-end luxury town car pulled up; a man dressed in a designer suit climbed out. Becca could not believe it was the same driver from the previous day. He looked at Becca, mumbled something, then went to the trunk.

Taking out a soft, clean blanket, he gently wrapped it around her. She got a whiff of his cologne-- notes of musk and cedar-- he smelled fantastic. He helped her into the back seat. Becca was tired, and the blanket wrapped around her was warm and cozy. She felt safe and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The driver climbed back into the front seat. "Miss, where do you live?" he asked.

The sleeping woman did not respond.

He quickly decided to take her back to his home. "I can't believe those bastards left you in this condition," he said. "I'd never abuse such a fine set of holes that way," he angrily stated.

About ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of a huge mansion. Becca woke up, groggy and confused. She was amazed at the size of the place; it was the largest and nicest house Becca had ever seen.

"I did not know where you lived, so I decided just to bring you back to my house," he said.

Becca said, "This place is amazing! But how does a driver rate this?"

He laughed. "I am not a driver; well, at least not anymore. I am the owner and CEO of Five-Star Transportation Services. I started as a driver and built the company myself. I like to drive sometimes to see the day-to-day workings of the company and to stay humble."

Becca climbed out of the car and winced; her well-used holes were causing her pain. She took in her surroundings-- the gorgeous, perfectly landscaped lawn, and a large, marble fountain near the home's entrance.

He scooped up Becca, still wrapped in the blanket, into his arms. "I can't blame them for wanting to use you like that-- you're stunning, but those pigs should have taken care of you afterward."

Becca was in shock; she could not remember a time when she was treated with such kindness. She snuggled into his arms more. The soft blanket was rubbing her engorged breasts, reminding her she was in no shape to pay him back for his kindness, and that she was late for work.

"Sir," Becca said, "I don't think I can serve you to the best of my ability now, but I can come another time and take care of you, but now I must be going to work."

He laughed. "Does it look like I need your payment? You are in no shape to work today. I will call your boss and take care of you today; I will have a driver take you home when you are ready."

He led her into the entryway of his mansion, where they were greeted by a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair tucked into a neat bun, wearing black slacks and a polo shirt.

"Welcome home, Mr. Xavier," she said.

"This is my housekeeper, Ms. Walters. She runs my household, and I'd be completely lost without her. Ms. Walters, please inform the cook that we have a guest, and she will be needing breakfast now. She will also need a decent set of clothes, and the guest room made up."

"Right away, sir," Ms. Walters said.

Mr. Xavier carried Becca up a grand staircase and then down a long hallway to a massive bathroom, where he set her down on a marble bench. He turned on the shower, then began removing his clothes and neatly placed them on the bench. The two of them climbed into the shower.

"I hope you don't mind if I join you."

Becca shook her head no.

The water was steamy and warm and felt fantastic on her sore, naked body. He came up behind her and started sensuously massaging her body.

"Bet these huge tits of yours need relief," he said, and he began massaging them. They were hard and full of milk. He gently squeezed and pulled her nipples. Milk began to drip out.

"Relax, babe, I am just trying to make you feel good," he said, as his rock-hard uncut cock pressed into her ass cheek. He began pulling and squeezing with some rhythm; the milk began squirting out with some force. "You pull your nipples, and I will massage them."

He grabbed and squeezed her tit flesh, caressed and rubbed her tits, and gently kissed her neck. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

The milk streamed out of her nipples in several directions and began dribbling down her naked body. He took some of the milk and rubbed it onto her labia, vagina, and even her forbidden hole. "It will help with healing; breast milk is great for damaged skin."

"Thank you, Mr. Xavier," said Becca.

This went on for several minutes until all the milk was drained out of her tits. He took a loofah and some fruity-smelling body wash and gently cleaned all the dried cum off Becca's body. He then grabbed a bottle of shampoo and tenderly washed her blonde hair, massaging her head in the process. He shut off the water and helped her out of the shower.

He opened a small jar of some salve. It had an herbal, floral smell. He began to tenderly rub it into Becca's nipples. The salve felt warm and was oh-so soothing. Her nipples quickly became hard due to his attention.

"Bend over," he said. He then rubbed it all around Becca's tightest hole. He grabbed a glob of it, slowly inserted it with a finger, and began rubbing the inside. The salve was starting to cause some warm, tingling, pleasurable sensations in her back passage.

"Stand up and spread your legs," he commanded. He began rubbing the salve on her freshly waxed lower lips. He started on the outer lips, and devilishly slowly worked his way to her inner slit. He took another dab, located her clit, and rubbed it into her. The salve quickly soothed her angry hole and began working its magic. The warm, tingly salve and the tender application had her pussy dripping.

He whispered into her ear, "I like to keep my women wet and wanting.". He then wrapped his robe around her and escorted her into his bedroom. They sat down on the bed.

"We haven't been introduced. I am Khalil Xavier, but you may call me Kal."

He picked up the phone and called Becca's boss to explain things. After he hung up with him, he dialed his housekeeper.

"Bring her breakfast to my room, and we will not be needing the guest room. Make sure there is iced champagne, strawberries, and whipped cream on the tray." and then he hung up the phone.

"You have the next two days off from work. You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. Whenever you are ready to go home, just ask, but I plan on making it hard for you to want to leave. Now, rest until your food is here. I will be back, I've got some work to do."

To be continued...

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