Pt. 54 - She Had the Perfect Pussy

This is part 54 of my continuing story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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I was sitting on the balcony of my hotel suite on the North Shore of Oahu, watching the ocean waves, the seabirds and the surfers. Dressed only in a tee shirt, gym shorts and the slippers the hotel provided, the debate in my head was what to do about morning coffee and getting a workout in.

It was January 12

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, and all the mainland families were gone, the kids were back in school, and their parents had returned to work. Me? I was on my annual personal retreat, where I tried to figure out how the year just ended turned out, and what I wanted the new year to look like.

Smiling to myself, I summarized last year as the best in my life. I was rich beyond my wildest dreams, with millions in cash placed into secured and insured treasury notes; plenty of money in the bank; I owned businesses that were profitable, growing, and were cash flow positive; had a new home being built in the mountains; I had done some domestic and international travel; was in great physical shape and was in outstanding health and, most importantly, I had met and been in bed with more beautiful ladies than I could remember.

So many, in fact, I could never remember all of them. I had taken "sport fucking" to a new level.

I heard the sliding glass door of the suite next door open and turned to look at my neighbor. We'd been first class seat mates on the nonstop from Atlanta. She had on her robe and slippers too.

She smiled at me, and my heart melted. She looked even better today than she had yesterday. Prettier and relaxed. Happy to be here.

This was wife material, for sure.

"What are you doing?" she asked me.

"Enjoying the scenery," I answered, returning her smile.

"I think you'll find that the scenery is far more interesting over here," she replied with a come-hither look.

With that she turned around, her back to me, took off her robe and tossed it on a lounge chair, and wearing only slippers and walked, naked, into her suite.

Her ass was fantastic. I rubbed it through her dress last night. Certainly, worthy of a gold medal.

Her form was outstanding, she covered her tits and laughed at me, knowing I wanted to see them.

The woman was a Goddess.

And she wanted me.

Was I worthy?

*******

Back to the future

The morning of January fourth, I woke up in my hotel in Scottsdale, next to a sleeping Missy (you met her

Pt. 53 - Three Beauties in 24 Hours

).

Like most twenty-eight-year-olds, I woke up with a large, hungry, hard on.

This is not an erection because I had to piss, but one created by nature in preparation to plant my seed in a willing female.

Unfortunately, my red-haired, all-natural beauty was sound asleep, and I didn't have the heart to wake her up from dreamland just so I could satisfy my primal urge to deposit my seed.

I wanted to stay in bed but once I wake up, I've never been able to fall back asleep. So, recognizing that fact, I got up, tossed on some workout clothes and went to the gym to break a sweat.

I was able to get my perspiration flowing. As I worked out, I recapped the Nude Dinner I had hosted the night before. There were ten people present; five hot women (Dr. Tina, Jenna, two chefs I had hired, and Missy) and as for the men, I had flown four of my buddies down from Sacramento to fill the table, which plus me, rounded out the event.

If you want to know what happens during one of these no clothing allowed dinners, please read

Pt. 45.75 - The Nude Dinner

.

The ladies paired off with my friends. I don't know what happened after dinner and I didn't care to find out. NOMB. None of my business.

But Missy was so worked up and hot that once everyone left the house we'd leased, she couldn't wait to fuck!

"I had no idea how turned on I was going to be seeing five guys with erections and those gorgeous ladies, well, it's almost enough to make me want to turn into a lesbian!" she laughed.

Which got me thinking if my friend Missy would be interested in some experimental female on female sex. With me serving as the referee!

That thought alone got me hard again.

With a smile on my face, when I finished my huffing and puffing, I headed to the coffee stand in the hotel lobby.

I shouldn't have been surprised but I was. My boss, CEO of The Corporation, Jack Colton, was waiting for me. An ambush?

Despite the early hour, he looked like he had been up even earlier than me.

Jack and I had a very open relationship. He had questions for me, and I answered them all. What he really wanted to know was what I was doing or going to be doing, with what he called my side businesses. Meaning, the collections law firm I had just bought from Beth the Bitch; Acme Moving & Storage; the medical / surgery centers and what else I was going to have to do to finalize the trust and estate for Donald. Oh, and what about the event planning business I was the majority owner of based in Dallas and what about my financial investment and Board of Directors seat at the bank in Springfield, Missouri.

I was being pulled in a lot of different directions with these companies and relationships and that didn't include my personal stuff, which included commercial real estate purchasing and property management in the Sacramento foothills and building my new custom home at Twin Creeks Ranch in the Sierra Nevada.

What he really wanted to know was when I was going to give these side gigs up and start working full time for The Corporation. After all, he was paying me a salary of $250,000 and had laid some nice, serious, bonus checks on me.

Jack had told me previously that he wanted my focus in the new year on the car dealerships, the hotels and addressing the risk factors of the business. Not just internet security but other issues in that arena as well. And he was interested in doing a roll-up in the medical surgery center space.

He thanked me again for my efforts on the printing cooperative and the transfer of the Japanese aerospace manufacturing companies to the US, even though we both knew that effort would take many more months to finalize.

Candidly speaking, since the beginning of last year, my little head had driven the thinking behind all my decisions to buy or invest or be active in these companies. By little head, well, you know what I mean.

The moving and storage company literally fell into my lap when the female co-owner found out her husband was cheating on her, using company funds to fuck his way through the various casinos in Lake Tahoe and Reno. She had hired me to run it and sold it to me. This all came to pass in

Pt. 06 - My Referral Network Grows

.

The medical clinics were a result of one lady introducing me to another. At dinner I got the scoop on all the malfeasance going on and with lawsuits threatening the owners (all doctors), risking losing their medical licenses was the last thing they wanted. We settled and I ended up the proud owner of six surgery centers. Read the details in

Pt. 45 - I Enjoy Pussy Galore!

You can read all about my business and life journey of the past year if you start back on my very first story,

Pt. 01 - I Learn About Women, Sex & Love

.

Jack Colton, my boss, gave me a polite ultimatum, which was to sell the distractions to someone or sell them to The Corporation and get back on the business doing what I was on the payroll to do. Or separate from The Corporation.

He wanted me pretty much full time. Jack said all this with a smile. Iron fist in a velvet glove.

Jack also brought up Global Fertility Partners and I explained my plan to scale the business and get out of the day to day, meaning, stop being the sole delivery vehicle of sperm to our child hungry female clients.

Wrapping up this mostly one-way conversation, Jack said that he wanted me to think about the timetable for all this to take place and that he wanted to see movement soon.

All this gave me a lot to think about. None of bad, just more things to deal with. It was only early January, and my brain was already ready to explode.

I can't say that the conversation was unexpected. Jack had pointedly told me what he was thinking for the last month. Now he wanted movement.

I returned to the suite bearing gifts for Missy. Meaning hot coffee, sugar and creamer, along with scones and muffins. Not that she'd be eating any carbs, but I wanted to be a good "boyfriend."

She really liked protein in the mornings. Know what I mean?

Missy and I had a fling before Christmas and then after New Years, we reconnected back in Scottsdale. You can read about that in

Pt. 53 - Three Beauties in 24 Hours

.

I opened the door to our suite and found my redhaired darling lying on a towel on the carpet, doing her morning stretches.

Her form was incredible. Every inch of her was natural and solid. Not like a weightlifter but someone who took care of herself.

The red hair on her head matched her eyebrows and her sparse pussy. Her skin was pale, with little red freckles.

As for her ass, she had a ballet dancer's butt, short and firm. Her proud breasts were slightly more than a handful (my handful, and I have large hands) capped with nice pink pebbles that I loved to tease, pull, nibble and suck.

We were great in bed together, but we weren't together all that often, owing to our busy travel schedules.

Missy was naked and wanted me naked too.

Missy quickly undressed me, telling me, "I want you naked when we are alone!"

Kissing me, she pulled my tee shirt off, then dropped to her knees, getting my shoes and socks off.

She laughed because I had gone commando to the gym!

Missy put a towel on one of the chairs, and had me sit, my legs lifted over the arms, fully exposed.

"I love looking at your big balls and your thick, long, cock." She bent down, her breasts dangling in temptation, and kissed me. She loved to kiss me.

She went into the bathroom and brought out a wet washcloth, and she lowered down to clean my starfish.

Grinning, she shared, "I love rimming you."

I loved her rimming me too.

She finished her little cleaning job, announcing, "Your butt hole is clean, my lord! It's ready for my tongue!"

I wasn't quite hard, but with that pleasurable action in my immediate future, I was on my way.

My semi had flopped out in front of me, and without using her hands, Missy brought her mouth to the tip, teasing it with the warmth of her hot coffee.

She suckled for a minute, but as my cock started to respond, she pulled her lips off and looked at my cock.

"You have hair growing on your dick! How can I please you if I'm always spitting out your pubes?"

Back from the bathroom with her pink travel razor in hand, with some shaving cream, she pulled my cock up, stretching it, getting full access to my pink love muscle.

With a smile, she proceeded to slowly shave my cock from base to tip, and back again, being generous, thank God, with the shaving cream, until she was satisfied with her effort. Me, I breathed a sigh of relief that the sharp metal was now away from my most treasured organ!

Kneeling between my widespread thighs, she proceeded to give me a hot coffee blowjob, a heavenly treat for any man.

"I love your sweaty balls" she cooed, as she gave me a nice tongue lashing, licking me clean of my dried perspiration.

As for my taint, well, Missy spent plenty of time licking and teasing, getting me hard but not letting me cum.

I was soon begging, begging her to let me explode, and she kept responding by saying, "No, you have to wait."

At one point she held my hands down so I wouldn't start whacking off!

She spent a lot of time on my balls, sharing with me that she liked my big balls because they created tons of man sauce, which she loved to swallow.

And she loved how my gobs dripped out of her, from her ass and her pussy.

"This is where life begins, right here," as she kissed, licked, teased, nipped and stroked my now heavy balls.

My head was back as I simply enjoyed the sensation of this gorgeous creature at work satisfying me.

"I love it when your balls get all crinkled," she cooed and then she laughed and whispered to me, "I like to lick them smooth."

I whimpered. As in, this is beyond amazing. I was overloaded with the pleasure she was giving me.

"You came in here all stressed. Tell me lover, what can I do to ease your pain?"

I just smiled, she already had me well on my way to heaven on earth. The stress in my brain and my body was now concentrated on my dick, my balls and my starfish.

Missy continued her efforts, mewing and cooing as she varied her approach to keeping me on the brink through her edging. I continued to beg for relief, and she responded with, "Soon, baby, soon."

My cock was throbbing, my balls were filled to the brim and my asshole loved the extra special attention this redhaired beauty was giving to it.

At one point she got up and turned to me and said, "No touching yourself!"

Missy started up the shower and then standing in front of me, hands on her hips, her face flushed with excitement, her lips puffy, her nipples hard and her pussy damp, with an aroma emanating that was nature at its best, asked me a simple question, "Mouth, pussy or ass?"

My cock was large, hard and ready for action. More than ready for action. I needed to unload my load!

I could feel the weight of my balls, now filled to the brim with swimmers, and my cock was throbbing, in search of a destination.

My coffee got cold, but I didn't care. Her cunt was addictive, and I loved being in and then coming in her tight pussy. I could get used to fucking her every day. Missy was wife material.

No more waiting. I took her from behind in the shower. One hand on her tits, one on her clit and my cock moving like a piston, skin slapping in the water, bringing her to screaming orgasms until I finally emptied my overly full balls completely in her welcoming love tunnel.

I collapsed into her as I finished the deed. I was sure that if she hadn't been on the pill, that love match would have made her pregnant, possibly with twins!

Post sex, sitting in the suite, naked per Missy's instructions, I was thinking seriously about getting a round of golf in, when I received a phone call from Connie, who you were introduced to in

Pt. 41 - I Land in Hotlanta

.

I was instantly on red alert, taking notes and asking questions. Missy knew something was up from the tone of my voice, my seriousness on display.

As soon as I hung up with Connie, promising to get on a plane to Atlanta that evening at the latest, I received a second call from a Georgia attorney, Jade, whom you met in

Pt. 48 - Five Babes in Four Cities

.

Donald had passed. Connie's husband, Leann's father (you met her in

Pt. 19 - My Summer of Love

, and grandfather to Leeann's daughters, Susan and Michelle, was dead.

He was also the father of Jade's two children. That was a well-kept secret. Jade shared it with me as we finished a bout in bed on one of my many trips to Atlanta.

With Donald's passing, I was now considered by the ladies to be the man of the family.

I was also fucking Donald's wife, Connie, and their daughter, Leeann.

Neither knew about the other. And neither knew about Jade, or her kids. So, I hoped.

I quickly packed, kissing Missy goodbye, letting Jack Colton know what had taken place, and took a town car to the airport where I boarded the company jet to Atlanta. I didn't know when I would be back.

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At the Atlanta Airport

With the funeral, wake and reading of Donald's will behind me, I had asked for, and received, permission for a full week off to get my head straight. And to figure out what to do with these so-called side businesses that Jack Colton wanted me to divest.

Dealing with Donald, his wife Connie, their only daughter, Leeann and Leeann's two daughters for the last six months had been draining. I loved them all and appreciated their faith and trust in me, but the trips to Atlanta, and managing the details of getting estates and trusts all arranged, plus fucking both Connie and Leeann (and Jade) was a huge juggling act.

I think most of the work was done but the four ladies in Donald's family considered me to now be the "man of the family," which meant even more trips to Atlanta.

I kept praying that Connie and Leeann did not learn that I was fucking both.

And, not to brag, but both daughters, Susan and Michelle, were hitting on me. It seemed that cock hunting season had opened with Donald's passing.

Donald left everyone related to him quite well off. His granddaughters never had to work a day in their lives. But Donald told me that he wanted them to work, and that I controlled the purse strings to that trust. Which later led to some serious bargaining by both girls to get access to the cash by offering up some prime 21-year-old pussy to their trustee. More on that later.

He had left me a tidy sum of money, unexpectedly, and arranged to pay all my legal bills plus a handsome bonus for some reason. Maybe because I was taking care of his wife, Connie, his daughter, Leeann, and watching over his two granddaughters who were in college at Georgetown. Who knows why? I banked the bucks and silently thanked him.

How much money did I have? As a CPA I should know the number off the top of my head. But I calculated that in the last twelve months assets had grown to nearly $60 million. Cash balances were high, cash flow was strong, the companies had minimal debt, and the future looked bright.

My vacation plan was to fly nonstop from Atlanta to Honolulu on a Delta 787, first class, of course.

The plane was scheduled to depart at around 10am ET and arrive at 2pm local time.

I had racked up so many miles in the last six months of the year that I had received a letter from the CEO at Delta, thanking me for my business. While that was flattering in and of itself, every Sky Club I visited I was greeted by name by a smiling representative.

It's nice to be recognized. It helps grease the wheels when you might need some help. I felt like Norm on the old TV show Cheers.

So, that cold Saturday morning I entered the Sky Club, having checked my bags at the curb, with the intent of grabbing a cup of coffee before the flight and hoping to snag the weekend edition of The Wall Street Journal to read in the air. I had walked by several places where I could have picked up a book or two, but I didn't. Not sure why. Distracted? Not enough sleep the night before? Connie didn't like to sleep alone, and she didn't want to sleep in her own house alone either. She might have been in mourning, but she sure enjoyed moaning as I pounded her in the hotel suite.

Amazingly, the Sky Club wasn't busy, and it was quiet too.

At the counter, I stood behind a lady trying to upgrade her ticket from coach to first class. To Honolulu. She wasn't having much luck.