Building A Life In Chicago Ch 08

I tried not to show anything as Owen eagerly told me that he remembered that I had taken a dance lesson and enjoyed it, and he wanted to go learn with me. He jumped out of the car and opened up the door so I could get out. I was saying silent prayers that the teacher wasn't Rachel as we walked to the dance studio. Owen checked us in to the front desk, and the employee pointed us down a hallway, towards where Rachel had taught the one dance lesson I went to.

I was still praying as Owen and I walked down the hallway. I was trying to be excited, but really, my stomach was doing flips. As we walked into the studio, Rachel was the first person I saw, and we instantly made eye contact as she came up to greet us.

"Hi! You look familiar. Have you taken one of my classes before?" She asked me as Owen introduced himself.

"Yeah, I have," I said quietly.

"Welcome back, and I'm glad you brought a friend," she said before walking away to greet the rest of her students.

Rachel had her brown, curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, a purple top that her C-cup-sized breasts bounced around in, and tight black shorts that showed off her ass. I watched as she showed us the first dance of the night and continued to watch as we started trying to copy her moves.

Over the next hour, I tried my best to not mess up, especially since Owen turned out to be a natural, picking up the dance moves pretty quickly. I was trying to look at him in the mirror instead of Rachel, but my eyes kept drifting towards her. As I watched her breasts bounce and move, her ass shaking, and listened to her as she guided us, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

By the time we finished the class and left, my underwear was soaked. After Rachel thanked us for coming and said that she hoped to see us again, while winking at me, I grabbed Owen's hand and nearly ran out of the studio. Getting into his car, Owen was trying to talk about the class and how much fun it was. I leaned over the center console, grabbed his head, and kissed his lips.

He tried to ask me where I wanted to go get some food, but I put my hand on his groin, rubbing his semi-hard cock, and said, "Take me home and fuck me."

"But I thought you wanted to take things slower," he said, pulling out of the parking lot.

"I do. But I'm also horny, and I want to go somewhere that I can suck your cock and get fucked by you," I told him.

Owen quickly and safely drove us back to my apartment as I kept my hand on his groin the entire time. After walking into my apartment and shutting the door, I dropped to the floor in front of him and pulled down the shorts he had been wearing, along with his underwear. I wrapped my lips around his tip and started to suck, while my hand jacked off his shaft until he reached his full six-inch length.

I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, deep throating him every time, my hand continuing to move up and down his shaft, leading my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I heard Owen say as I blew him. I sat up a little straighter and used my free hand to cup his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them as I slid my mouth up and down him.

I took him out of my mouth, my hand moving up and down his shaft, and I licked the sides of him with my tongue. Looking up and making eye contact, I said, "I want your cum down my throat, and then I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?"

Owen nodded his head, and I wrapped my lips back around him and started to bob my head up and down again quickly. It didn't take long before he was grunting and orgasming. I felt his cum hit the back of his throat and deep throated him again, sucking with my mouth to get everything out.

"Oh, my God!" He moaned out, grabbing my head with his hands and holding me in place as he started to thrust his hips back and forth.

When he was done, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving a trail of his cum mixed with my spit going from his cock to my mouth. I licked it up with my fingers and tongue as he sat down on his couch, staring at me.

Standing up from the floor, I pulled off my gray tank top, followed by the black sports bra I had on. Staring back at him, I cupped my B-cup-sized breasts in my hands and squeezed them, rubbed my nipples with my fingers, and pinched them. Turning around, I slowly lowered my basketball shorts down as I bent over, shaking my ass in a pink thong I had been wearing.

I stood up, running my hands up my long, tan leg, as I looked backwards towards Owen, whose eyes had never left me. I turned back towards Owen and started to walk towards him. I climbed onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, and leaned down to kiss him. Owen wrapped his arms around my almost naked body as I started to grind my groin on his.

We briefly stopped kissing so that I could take Owen's shirt off, quickly resuming the kiss with our tongues wrestling with each other. Owen moved his hands down to my butt, gripping my cheeks in them, and squeezing. As he squeezed my butt, it pulled my body closer to him, and I could feel my nipples rubbing on his chest.

Owen started to move, using his hips to push me up, and turned us around on the couch. With me lying on my back, Owen ended the kiss and moved down my body until his head was at my chest. He took both of my breasts in his hands, squeezed them, and pushed them together. Sticking out his tongue, he licked both of my nipples.

"That feels good," I told him.

He wrapped his lips around my left nipple, sucking it into his mouth, as his fingers pinched and rubbed my right nipple. I continued to moan and ran my fingers through his hair as he switched between my breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples.

After giving both of my breasts plenty of attention, Owen kissed down to my stomach, then to my groin. Once there, he hooked his fingers into my thong and pulled it down my legs and off my feet. As I spread my legs for him and put them in the air around his head, Owen leaned in and kissed all over my groin and shaved pussy. He brought his hand up and started to rub my slit, spreading my juices around.

He used his fingers to pull apart my pussy lips, and I loudly moaned as he stuck his tongue in me. He darted it in and out, using his fingers to rub around my pussy, brushing them against my clit. He used his tongue to lick all around the inside of my pussy, lapping up my jucies. I moved my hands down to the back of his head as he pulled his tongue out, quickly inserting two of his fingers in its place.

He flicked his tongue against my clit a few times before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth. "Oh. Fuck, Owen, that feels good. Keep going. I'm almost there," I told him as he slid his fingers in and out of me, over and over, while his mouth hummed on my clit, causing it to vibrate.

"Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Yes!" I moaned as my hips pushed up into his face. I grabbed his hair tightly with my hand and pushed his face down into my groin as I grinded on his tongue and fingers. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth and tongue, licking up my cum.

As I came down from my orgasm, I released my grip on his hair, and he came up for air. "Get up here and kiss me," I told him as I used my feet and legs to pull him towards me. I grabbed his head with my hands, pulling his face towards mine, and kissed his mouth. I used my tongue to push past his lips, tasting myself on his tongue as they swirled together.

I wrapped my legs around his body, using them to move his body back and forth as we made out. His semi-hard cock rubbed on my wet pussy and I pushed my hips up into him.

Ending the kiss, Owen was breathing deeply as he said, "Fuck, I'm taking you dancing more often."

I laughed and said, "Seriously. It got me so turned on." As he rested his head on my shoulder, my thoughts went to Rachel, the reason why I was so turned on.

I don't know how long we laid like that, but it was comfortable being in his arms as we shifted on the couch again, with Owen lying on his back and I being cuddled up on his side. I eyed his cock as we traded a few kisses, eventually moving my hand down to it, and I rubbed his shaft.

As he started to grow in my hand, I wrapped it around his shaft and rubbed up and down, while turning to lay more on top of his upper body, pressing my breasts onto his chest as we made out. Owen moved his arm that was already wrapped around my body down to my butt, softly spanking me and squeezing my cheeks. With his other arm, he got it between us and squeezed my breasts.

As he pinched and rubbed my nipples, I put more of my body on him, moving until my groin was on top of his. I rubbed his nearly fully hard cock on my wet pussy as our tongues swirled together. He grabbed my ass with both of his hands and pulled me down, causing the tip of his cock to slide into my vagina.

I let go of his now fully hard, six-inch-long cock and slid my body the rest of the way down his shaft. He put his hands on my hips as I started to bounce up and down on his shaft. He moved his hands up and down my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and grabbing my ass as I rode his shaft. I leaned down, passionately kissing his lips, pressing my nipples into his chest, as I moved my hips up and down.

After I rode him for a couple of minutes, Owen wrapped his arms around my body and started to turn us around on his couch, until I was on my back. He quickly inserted his cock into my pussy again, slowly thrusting back and forth as he leaned down over me, licking and sucking on my nipples.

"Fuck me hard, baby," I moaned as his tongue flicked across my nipples. "I need your big, thick cock to please me and fill me up."

Owen gave both of my nipples one last lick before he pushed himself up above me and started to thrust into me hard and quick. I closed my eyes, spreading my arms and legs for Owen, as I enjoyed the feeling of his thick cock pounding into me.

"Fuck, you're so hot," I heard Owen say as he fucked me. I giggled, my laugh quickly turning to more moans as he went harder and faster into me.

I wrapped my legs and arms around his body, pulling him down into me. Our lips met in another passionate embrace, our tongues swirling together as our bodies rocked back and forth. He was jackhammering his cock into me over and over as we ended the kiss, and I moaned into his ear.

"Fuck me, Owen. Make me yours. Oh, fuck, yes, give me your cum," I said right into his ear.

"Oh, fuck," Owen moaned, grunting loudly as he pushed his cock deep into me and started to orgasm. I used my legs around his body to hold him close to me as I felt his cum feeling me up. He pumped his cock in and out of me until he finished cumming and I slowly let go of him. As Owen pulled out of me, I looked down to see his cum leaking out of my pussy, and said, "Fuck, that feels good."

Owen stood up as he watched me reach down, scoop up his cum with my fingers, and stick them in my mouth as I sucked the cum off them. "Fuck," he said, shaking his head. "I need to find a way to make you mine."

I giggled as I sat up and said, "Why is that? You don't like the thought of me sleeping around?"

"I can't stop you, obviously, but I would give just about anything to have you at my house every single night," he told me.

"It might not be too hard. Just win my heart, and I'll be all yours," I said.

For the next week, Owen did just that. He sent me flowers at work, invited me to his house for a home-cooked meal, talked to me all day and night, and listened to my rants, trying to offer some advice but not pushing it. We had deep, meaningful discussions about life. He came to the gym, me taking him to a different gym to avoid running into Vance, to work out with me, and he brought me coffee at work.

Unfortunately, that weekend, he had to go out of town to attend to some family matters, and that's when I learned that he was actually from Indiana, not Chicago. We texted most of the weekend, and I found myself missing him.

He still wasn't back on Monday, telling me that he would be flying back early Tuesday, so I found myself going back to Vance's gym, part of me wanting to see Vance, and the other part wanting Owen.

Of course, as soon as I started on a treadmill, Vance appeared. He came walking up to me after I waved and said hi as I took off my headphones.

"Everything OK? I didn't see you around last week," he said as I walked on the treadmill.

I briefly thought about telling him about Owen, but then other thoughts filled my head, and I told him, "Yeah, everything is good. Just had a busy week. I would have told you, but I don't have your number."

"We can change that, you know," he said, flashing me his bright smile.

I handed him my unlocked phone, and he typed in his number for me to save. I quickly called it and hung up so that he could have mine before he said, "So, what are you doing later tonight?"

"I don't know. Home, dinner, and bed, probably," I told him.

"Well, if you want, I'm free to leave here whenever. We can have a repeat of a few weeks ago, but at my house," he said.

I instantly felt my pussy getting wet, thinking about his huge cock and all the things he promised to do me. And I felt guilt, thinking about Owen. I told Vance that I would let him know.

An hour later, I stood under the running water of the women's locker room shower. As I washed the sweat off my body, I contemplated what to do. I really wanted to make things work with Owen, but I also wanted to get fucked senseless by Vance. I turned off the water, still unsure what to do. Getting dressed, I made up my mind to go back to my apartment, call Owen, and tell him how much I missed him.

As I exited the locker room, I made eye contact with Anna at the front desk, told her good night, and felt myself getting wet again as I remembered her hearing me getting fucked by Vance. Getting in my car, I texted Vance to ask for his address and waited for it.

It took me about fifteen minutes to drive over to Vance's house. As I pulled into the driveway, I marveled at how big it was. It had two stories, an enormous front yard, and looked to be at least 5,000 square feet. I started to wonder if he lived there alone as I walked to the door and knocked on it.

Vance took a few minutes to answer and invited me in. After a quick hug and hello, I said, "You didn't tell me you live in a mansion."

Vance laughed and said, "Honestly, it's too much house for me. But the kids enjoy coming here when I have them, so I keep it."

"Oh, you have kids? How many? Where's mom?" I asked as he led me down a long hallway to a staircase.

Vance laughed a little before saying, "I'm not sure I should tell you. It might scare you away."

"Try me," I said.

"Seven kids, ranging in age from fourteen down to two. Four different moms," he said, looking at me for my reaction.

I shook my head and said, "Don't even dream about making me number five."

I heard Vance breathe a sign of relief before saying, "No worries, I'm fixed."

"Good," I said, as he opened up a door to show me his bedroom, a massive king-sized bed in the middle of it. "Because I want your big cock fucking me raw."

Vance surprised me by wrapping his large arms around my waist and picking me up. He kissed the back of my neck as he carried me over to his bed. After setting me down on the bed, he said, "Blow me."

Kneeling on my shins, I reached out for the athletic shorts he had on and pulled them down as his massive eight-inch-long cock popped down. I leaned down, flipping my ponytail to the other side of my head, and licked his tip before wrapping my lips around it, and I started to bob my head and up and down the upper half of his cock while my hand worked the lower half.

"When I fucked you a few weeks ago, you said you liked it as rough as possible," he said, and I nodded my head as I blew him. "So, you like to be dominated?"

I looked up at him and again nodded yes. He smiled as he said, "If it starts to be too much, the code word is 'power.' If you have something in your mouth, just tap me three times. If you can't tap me and you can't talk, shake your head like mad. Do you understand?"

I took him out of my mouth and said, "Yes, I do."

With that, Vance took my head in his powerful hands and pushed his cock back into my mouth. Holding me still, he slid his entire eight inches deep into my throat and started to thrust back and forth. I kept my mouth open as wide as possible as he roughly fucked my mouth.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he put one hand on top of my head, continuing to hold me still as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, and started to hit my cheeks with his cock. He then sat down on the bed next to me and said, "Get up and strip for me."

I bounced up and stood in front of him. I made eye contact as I quickly pulled off my tanktop, my bra, my shorts, and my thong. He grabbed my thong and sniffed it before sitting it to the side, saying, "We might use that later. Pinch your tits."

I did as he said, taking my B-cup-sized breasts in my hands and squeezing them, rubbing and pinching my nipples.

He reached out with his hand, using it to spread my legs apart, revealing my clean-shaven pussy to him. He palmed my groin, rubbing his finger up and down my slit, and pulled me close to him. I straddled his lap, feeling his massive cock pushing against my vagina as he leaned his face into my chest. He licked, bit, sucked, and kissed all over my breasts and nipples as I grinded my groin on his.

Vance was driving me crazy as he sucked on my nipples, holding my body close to his. I was trying to slide his cock into my pussy, but he kept resisting, holding me down, and not letting me get a hand between us.

After he finished sucking on my nipples, Vance stood up with me in his arms. He turned us around, putting me back on the bed, and said, "Scoot up to the top."

He pulled off his shirt as he walked around to where my right arm was. I watched as he opened up the nightstand drawer and pulled out two ropes. He looped one of the ropes around my wrist and over the bedpost, moved over to the other side, and did the same thing to my left hand. "Too tight?" He asked, and I shook my head no.

Still watching him, mostly eyeing his giant cock hanging between his legs, I saw him reach back into the drawer, pulling out a blindfold this time. I smiled as he climbed onto the bed, and I lifted my head as he tightened the blindfold behind me, making sure it was pulled down over my eyes.

"Can you see?" He asked me, and I told him no.

"Do you remember the code word?" He asked, and I told him, "Power."

"Good girl," he said as I felt his hands back on my body, one on my chest and the other on my pussy.

He slipped a thick finger inside me, pulling it in and out as I moaned. I couldn't see what he was doing but could feel him moving. All of a sudden, I felt his cock on my face, his wet tip sliding down from my forehead, my nose, to my lips. I eagerly opened my lips and stuck out my tongue, and Vance slid his cock back into my mouth, slowly pumping it in and out.

Pulling out of my mouth, I felt his cock again as it went past my chin, slapping my neck with a heavy thud, and down to my chest. I felt his tip rubbing around my nipples and said, "Sorry, they're not big enough for a real tit job," as he rubbed his shaft in between my breasts.

Vance laughed and said, "If you wanted bigger tits, it wouldn't be the first boob job I've paid for."

He kept moving down, and I felt a trail of wetness following his cock. He finally reached my groin, my legs spread wide, and I moaned as he finally inserted his tip into me. He pulled it back out and said, "Beg me for it."

"Please fuck me with your big, thick cock," I said as he started to rub it on the outside of my vagina. "I need it. I want it. Fuck my pussy, my mouth, my tits, my ass! I'll do anything to feel your amazing cock in me and to have you cum in me. Fuck me, please, Vance. Master. Daddy."