Pt. 58 - She Got Fired

This is part 58 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!

*******

Tuesday morning in Sacramento, last week of January

With Ali, my girl next door and main Sacramento squeeze, out of town in Maui, and having just satisfied to the fullest the raging hormone fueled sexual needs of pregnant, lusty, beautiful and very grateful Alex in my previous story

Pt. 57 - The MILF At Whole Foods

, I was looking to take care of my own urge to fuck.

A stiff prick exists to maximize the pleasure of its owner.

I'm twenty-eight, almost twenty-nine, and well, I like to fuck. And I'm good at it.

I'm not bragging, that is what my female partners tell me. Size matters. Length counts. Girth counts. Thick Being Better than Skinny. Speed matters. Energy matters. Lasting before blasting matters.

I supposed I could have enjoyed another night of fucking with Alex, but that would have required me driving south for a few hours to hook up at her next client destination, Fresno. No thanks.

*******

When I got home from an unexpected and amazing night banging Alex, I shit, showered and shaved, and put on my work attire: dark grey suit, starched white shirt, red striped tie and black lace-up shoes polished to a "see your face" shine.

I was late getting to work. I hadn't gone to the gym, I wolfed down a protein bar for breakfast, so my ass was dragging.

Fucking all night will do that but the sexual attraction was strong: a hormone crazed, pregnant, beautiful babe and a dick in need of a place to get wet and pleasurably squeezed was the most pleasant way to spend time when your girlfriend was out of town.

Sex without regret or responsibility, what a concept!

I thought about that for a minute; fucking a pregnant lady does have some serious advantages. Maybe I should try to meet more of them.

Funny what a couple of cups of coffee will do to kick the cobwebs out of your head. Plus, two 500 mg Tylenols didn't hurt either, quickly clearing the brain fog I had.

I had no sooner got to my desk than I received a telephone call from Ann.

You met Ann in

Pt. 11 - Licked, Sucked, and Probed

.

We became good friends and lovers in

Pt. 12 - My Maid: Lover and Muse

. She and her husband were at the Scottsdale dinner just before Thanksgiving, when we got reacquainted and she met my boss, Jack Colton, and Abi, my main squeeze.

Ann called to wish me a Happy New Year, belatedly, and to bug me about coming to D.C. to meet with her husband and his colleagues at the SBA. I hadn't returned his emails or calls. I'm bad!

When we met at dinner in Scottsdale, Ann told me she was ready to sell her commercial and retail holdings (properties and buildings) in the Sacramento area. She offered me the first right of refusal and we quickly agreed to get comps to see what kind of money we were talking about. I didn't tell Ann this, but I was concerned about her retail zoned properties. Frankly, retail has been declining and will continue to shrink.

I quickly set up a meeting with a land use attorney in my network. I needed to know what it would take to change the zoning from retail to something else that was consumer based. I was thinking of more medical / surgery centers. The attorney assured me that the city was open to having anything medical as those jobs were higher paying than retail. And they loved the tax revenue!

However, there was one Class A building, two stories, on one of the parcels that I wanted to further upgrade both inside and out and turn it into a money maker. More on that later.

With all that talk and back and forth behind us, I was ready to close on the properties and we were going to sign the papers that afternoon using DocuSign. The money, millions, would be wired and I would assume ownership at midnight.

We were both happy with the deal and I vowed to visit her and her husband after the Super Bowl.

*******

In some previous stories, I had mentioned Marisol. You can learn about her and our relationship in these stories:

Pt. 09 - I Interview for a Maid

Pt. 10 - Hire an Asian MILF Maid?

And you can also read about when I met Marisol's female lover (Linn) and her kinks:

Pt. 11 - Licked, Sucked, and Probed

After that rather strange experience, I stopped using Marisol's housekeeping services and moved on, but right after the Aerospace Opportunity Conference in Dallas, I received a text from Marisol. She wanted to reconnect, for whatever reason.

I purposely put her off for a couple of months but when I had the time, I did call her, and we set up lunch.

I didn't have an agenda, but I am sure she did.

*******

It was Just Lunch

Marisol and I met at my favorite Italian place, Tuscany. It wasn't far from my office building. The staff was not surprised to see me, I brought many of my lady friends here for lunch and sometimes dinner. But each time I brought a new, different lady. Which raised eyebrows but since I tipped heavily, no one said anything. No strange looks either. Although there were a few female servers I would do, given the opportunity.

I hadn't seen Marisol in many moons, but it appeared as if things hadn't changed much physically with her at all.

She greeted me with a huge smile.

She was still A TEN.

Flawless skin.

Beautiful to look at.

Classy.

Curves in all the right places. Maybe 120 pounds. Nicely distributed.

Million-dollar smile. Perfect teeth.

Long, black hair, recently done; shoulder length, it looked great.

Dressed professionally, dark blue business suit, with 4-inch fuck me heels, legs in stockings, nails done, the perfect shade of lipstick, light pink.

She stood at 5'7" with legs that went to heaven on earth.

Her ample chest was hidden by her suit jacket. No matter, Marisol gave me a nice hug, like long lost friends.

Those monsters felt great! Hefty, firm, just the way I like them.

Her perfume, well, it was delicious.

My nostrils flared as I drank in her fragrance. I would enjoy that aroma all day long. And all night long too, given the opportunity.

I could only estimate her age, somewhere in her mid-30's.

The years had been good to her. I thought that she was better looking than when I first met her.

Her chest was covered by her suit jacket which she took off when we got to our booth, sharing with me the sight of her beautiful, large, firm breasts that were sheathed in a cream-colored blouse that promoted and highlighted her very ample assets.

Probably DD, somewhere between 36 and 38. But they didn't look overly large on her tight frame. I was certain they were God-given.

Of course, I strained to see her nipples, but she had them well covered. Damn it! I like looking at pokies through tops.

When we settled in, she caught me starring at her mouth; I was wondering what it would feel like with those perfect lips of hers wrapped around my hard cock.

I knew that her grandparents had come from Cuba, and she was raised in an upscale, Spanish speaking house, and she still had that delightful accent.

Think of Salma Hayek. Just hearing Marisol speak got the blood flowing to my dick.

I also knew that her family was staunch Roman Catholic. I wondered how the relationship with her girlfriend (?) Linn was viewed. I didn't see a wedding ring so they hadn't taken that step, which might well separate Marisol from her family permanently.

I let her take the lead on the conversation, and she was very interested in me and all that I had going on.

Smiling, I knew that she was a born salesperson and let her chirp away. I enjoyed listening to her.

There are times when I can revert to being an introvert and this was one of those occasions. While I answered all her questions, I did it in a low-key manner, not bragging, just sort of "only the facts" with plenty of shy smiles and self-deprecating humor.

Marisol told me that she was impressed with all that I had going on and congratulated me on my success. I could see that she was genuinely happy for me.

I certainly enjoyed her company and the conversation. But I really enjoyed her natural beauty, her smile and her laugh. I'd fuck her in a heartbeat. And she knew it. She'd always known it.

*******

Over iced tea and salads, after she finished grilling me (my sense of humor at work here), I asked, innocently, about her business.

Marisol told me that she had managed to maintain her clients and slowly increase revenue since we last met, but she was planning to sell the business.

Her parents had been helping her out, but they were retiring, and she had reached the crossroads of staying on and growing the company or selling it and all the headaches that went with having lower wage employees, picky customers and rising costs across the board. When she balanced it all out, she said that the decision was an easy one to make: sell.

Being the business guy that I am, I asked her a couple of quick questions and ended up thinking that what she was really selling was a customer list, as there were no real assets except for goodwill. Which was her.

I'm not sure she knew this. Like most business owners, she likely thought her business was worth a lot more than it really was.

I asked her if I could provide any help to her as she went through the journey and she replied with a smile that she wanted to meet every so often to help her stay on course.

With a smile, she reminded me of the great business advice I had given her when she signed me on as a housekeeping customer.

Assuming we were done with the business conversation, I asked her about Linn and how that lesbian relationship was going.

*******

Marisol set her fork down, looked me right in the eyes, and replied, "Let me start by apologizing how Linn treated you. I was appalled at what she did to you, and I am very, very sorry."

I told her that I appreciated her apology but that my visit to the massage and manicure place did allow me to meet Ann, and that I was forever grateful for that because it was a life-changing time for me.

Marisol smiled, telling me, "When I reached out to you back in early November, Linn and I had decided to get married and have a baby together. I knew my parents were not going to understand either decision, but Linn was insistent on getting married and on me getting pregnant. Quickly. As though it would address our issues as a couple. We made a very short list of men that we thought had the traits we wanted, and your name was first on our list. What do you think about that?"

I cleared my throat and told her, "I suppose I should be flattered but the truth is that is something I have never done before, and I would have to really think about all the ramifications. Not just legal, moral, and the impact it would have on my parents." (Okay, I fudged the truth here. I lied, and if you read any of my stories about Global Fertility Partners, you know it was a BIG FUCKING LIE).

She looked at me and continued, "You don't have to think about it, because I finally had had it with Linn and all her bossiness and bullshit, and we broke up. For good, forever. What do think of that?"

"Wow! When did this happen?"

"Right before Christmas."

"That must have been difficult. How long had you been together?"

"Since our senior year in college."

"Where are you living now?"

"I stayed with my folks for a couple of weeks and then I rented a condo. There isn't much there in the way of furniture, but that's okay for now."

I didn't say anything, I was taking this all in and just watched Marisol's face, letting the silence work until she was ready to continue the conversation.

Marisol took a sip of iced tea and with a smile whispered to me, "I never truly bought into the lesbian thing. Linn bullied me into it in college and kept me as her pet for all those years. She needs someone to be the boss of in bed and in life. I don't think she is a very happy person and won't ever be."

I nodded, agreeing that Linn was a bitch. A fucking witch. And she hated men, so why she agreed to have me impregnate Marisol is a question I would never ask and even if I did, I doubt if I would be satisfied with the lie Linn would give me for an answer.

But I still had my radar going. I could easily see myself fucking this GILF every way possible. What guy wouldn't want to fuck her? Plus, I bet her pussy was as tight as a virgin's. Minus her hymen.

And the possibility existed that Marisol could get preggers, and I'd be trapped or, this could be a con, a set-up; I could get her pregnant and she might go back to Linn and then I'd be stuck with child support and who knows what else.

Best to keep Mister Johnson in my pants and take my time on this sexual opportunity if it was an opportunity. Maybe it was a mirage.

Then I said, "So, where are you going from here? What's next?"

Marisol told me that she was going to therapy three times a week and it seemed to be helping. Her therapist had in fact recommended that she make a list of all the people that Linn had "dinged" (her words) and that Marisol should start by meeting with these people and apologizing for what had happened.

She told me that I was the first one on the list and she was sorry she hadn't stayed in better touch with me.

Then, she looked around the restaurant and didn't see anyone within earshot. Satisfied that no one could hear her, she reached across the table, took my left hand in hers, squeezed it, smiled at me and whispered in a tone that conspirators use when plotting terrible deeds, "I'm working up to have sex with a man. I want you to be the first one I go to bed with. How does that sound?"

*******

I am sure my jaw dropped and hit the table at this invitation, this offer, this opportunity to get naked with a lady I had lusted after for so long.

My cock stirred in my pants. On the way, quickly, to a real chubby.

She laughed and said, "When I'm ready, really ready, I'll cook you dinner if you like. You can spend the night with me. In my condo. By then I should have some furniture. Do you have any special requests?"

I looked and her and the first thing that went through my mind was I didn't need food; I wanted a no-calorie meal of 100% Prime Pussy!

Marisol's pussy was one that I was sure I could eat for hours!

I smiled and suggested, "Maybe you could make one of your family's Cuban specialties?"

She beamed at that.

We parted company and agreed to stay in touch. Marisol hugged me tight and whispered to me, "Please be patient with me. I promise you it will be worth it." Her tits felt nice crushed into my chest. Her pokies were hard. Then she kissed me softly on the lips, giving me a sample of what our future might be like. It was heavenly.

*******

Back to the Office

Post lunch and sporting a chubby as I thought about plowing Marisol, I headed back to work and arranged so that after the money was wire-transferred for the land and building purchases, we set up for each retail tenant to receive, by hand delivery, the next day, a notice of a change of ownership and a cancellation of their leases. I was leaving in place the clients in commercial and light industrial properties. It made no sense to lose out on revenue that was already flowing.

We were giving every retailer three months' notice to vacate. We made available to every tenant a commercial leasing agent who would help them find a new place to set up business. We agreed to help each tenant move their fixtures and furnishings, either to a new location or into secure facilities at ACME Moving & Storage for a period of one year.

It just so happened that Linn's massage and manicure three locations were all being "evicted," and I took great pleasure in that.

It was karma, all the bad shit she'd done to others came back to kick her ass black and blue. Figuratively.

Linn quickly hired an attorney to stop the process, which did nothing but cost her money. I knew her attorney and he backed off (but he kept her retainer).

Through the grapevine, I heard later she moved to Las Vegas where she applied to be a model at CYN SUITS.

We turned her down just based on her bitchy attitude; she thought she was doing us a favor by wanting to be a model (!). Being covered with tats and piercings didn't help her case.

Last I heard Linn was dancing in a strip club. I wouldn't been surprised if she got over her issue with cock and was turning tricks.

*******

That afternoon, the real estate deals done, I plowed through my to-do list and had brief conversations with my team and started delegating like a mad man.

With Ali out of town, I was on a mission to get caught up on work.

My cell phone pinged with a text message just after 3pm:

"Rick, this is Pamela. Are you available to talk? I need to speak with you... see you. In person."

I answered back:

"I'm heading out to Twin Creeks Ranch for a couple of days, do you want to come with me?"

Pamela:

"Just the two of us?"

Me:

"Yes."

Pamela:

"Love to. I can be at your house at 5pm."

*******

You met Pamela in two stories:

Pt. 45.75 - The Nude Dinner

and

Pt. 46 - I Pull a Hat Trick Plus!

She was a weather reporter on a network affiliate station in Sacramento.

One gorgeous creature. Smart, funny and she loved sex.

I liked fucking her and she liked being fucked by me.

I wouldn't say Pamela was a nymphomaniac, but she loved fucking like no other woman I had met. Enthusiastic. Loud. Energetic. WET. HOT. TIGHT.

No condoms for her. She enjoyed my shots of cum dripping out of her.

Pamela liked my dick inside of her in any position, but clearly her favorite was doggy, from behind.

She loved being controlled by me as I fucked her pussy every which way I wanted, and I quickly had her begging me to let her come.

I made her work for her orgasms, bringing her to the brink and then backing off as she swore at me, cajoled me, pleaded and then started sobbing in pleasurable agony as I held her back from the promised land of orgasmic bliss.

Pamela got desperate after just a few minutes, and she reached back between her legs to play with her clit as I pumped her. Fully inside of her, nuts to butt, I stopped the in and out and pulled both of her hands behind her back so that she was completely at my mercy.

Her head was now down on the pillow and all she could do was to take my thrusts as her cunt got steamier and hotter.

That sloshing sound that a steaming pussy emanates was in symphony with her groans and moans of pleasure. She was so enraptured with my fucking that she couldn't even produce words, only the sounds of being taken like she'd never been screwed before.