This is part 59 of my continuing story.
I recommend reading
Pt. 58 - She Got Fired
before you get started on this chapter. Doing so will provide context.
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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At Twin Creeks Ranch, Sierra Nevada Mountains, Wednesday morning, dark and early, late January
I woke up on my back, covered up to my neck, with Pamela snuggled under my left arm, her warm body pressed up against me.
The night before, following our bath, her deepthroat blowjob and swallow, a scoop of ice cream and some movie watching (Hallmark Channel; her idea, not mine) I made a call to a personal shopper (a happily married female friend in Sacramento named Denise) and explained that I wanted Pamela to have a new outfit to wear every day she worked, starting on Thursday until the end of her contact.
Pamela pushed back but I explained that if she were going to leave the television station, she needed to get the best demo tapes she possibly could. And that it wouldn't hurt to be dressed up, showcasing both her beauty and brains.
Denise and Pamela talked about clothes, shoes and such, and they were going to meet up at the ranch late tomorrow morning for fittings.
I then texted my hair lady, Terri, whom you met in
Pt. 20 - Fun at the Hair Salon!
and arranged for Pamela to get her hair done every workday before her shift started. Another call found a makeup artist ready, willing and able to take on a similar daily task.
When Pamela continued to protest, especially on the cost, I simply said, "This is an investment in your career. I have money and I am going to have fun spending it on you."
My last call of the evening was to Missy Rogers, the advertising company owner based in Seattle who handled marketing for The Corporation. You met her in
Pt. 53 - Three Beauties in 24 Hours
.
I asked Missy how much money we were spending on advertising on the Sacramento television station where Pamela worked. It took her a minute, but she got back to me with a large, mid-six figure number for a rolling twelve-month period. We're talking half a million bucks. That is a shitload of cash.
"Do you know the General Manager there?" I asked.
"Yes. He's a first-class asshole. He thinks he is doing us a favor by spending our money with him. I fucking hate him."
I laughed, I thought the same without ever having met him, and replied, "I want you to call him, at home tonight if you can, or first thing in the morning at the latest, and tell him that he terminated a close friend of the family today, a television professional that The Corporation thinks the world of, and if he doesn't reverse his decision to let her go in the next twenty four hours, we're going to pull every single dollar of advertising from his station by the end of the day. And that we'll let his boss know why we did it."
Missy replied, "Got it. I'm going to love telling him this. I'll get back to you as soon as I connect."
Pamela heard the whole conversation and was sitting there, dumbfounded at what I managed to get done in a few quick calls.
Smiling, she snuggled up to me, whispering, "You're my hero, Rick Valencia."
She fell asleep with her head on my lap, covered by a comforter.
Movie over, I carried her to bed, turned off the TV, locked up the house and climbed into bed naked, the way I always sleep.
Sometime during the night, she shed her bottoms without waking me.
In the morning darkness, through her pajama top I could feel her hard nipples and her firm, large breasts. Her bare legs were warm, pressed up against my legs.
Her left hand was lying on my belly, not very far from my large, dangerous hard on.
My balls were full; my seed needed to go somewhere, and soon. It had been hours since I unloaded down Pamela's tight throat in the tub.
I detected the slow movement of Pamela grinding her freshly grown bushy pussy on my thigh.
Her hand wandered up to my hairy chest, and she began gently scratching. Teasing. Further arousing me.
My cock jumped.
Her first words were, "Good morning, lover, how did you sleep?"
Her fingers found one of my nipples and she ran her finger around it, arousing me even more.
It was like an electric pulse went right to my cock!
My penis, now hard beyond belief, throbbed.
"Great," I replied, "How about you?"
"I like sleeping next to you."
Followed by, "What time is it?" she asked me.
"Six."
Her left hand headed south of my rib cage.
Pamela's hand found my cock and she giggled, "Is this for me? My God you're huge!"
She wrapped her hands around my long thick cock and began to stroke me, slowly, oh so slowly. I loved it when she touched me.
Pamela, I had found out, liked it from behind but she also liked to be on top, so she soon pushed off the covers and climbed up, straddling me, her right hand at the base of my erection as she teased me, running my cock head up and down her already engorged, semi damp slit.
She groaned in anticipation of penetration. She wanted dick. My cock got harder. I wanted pussy, her pussy. It had been too long between bouts.
Looking at me with a wicked grin, she told me, "Unbutton me sweetie."
I didn't hesitate, I completed my task in record time, separating the flaps of her pajama tops, gently freeing her bountiful breasts from the constraining cloth, now bare for my viewing and other pleasures.
Her ample breasts hung down and, wanting to please me, Pamela lifted her torso up just a bit for me to first fondle, and then suckle.
I knew that Pamela loved to have her nipples teased; kissed; licked; sucked; pulled on. They were incredibly sensitive.
Skipping the niceties of gently kissing, licking, and sucking, Pamela groaned loudly as I teethed her long hard nipples from base to tip, scraping hard time and time again as her body responded by breaking out in goose bumps.
I did not disappoint her. I was in love with her breasts, and she loved me making love to them.
Tit play made her pussy run.
In the darkness, our eyes met for a second and smiling, she lowered herself fully onto my cock.
She groaned as I split her lower lips as she took me slowly but deliberately to the root, my cockhead bumping into her cervix.
With her pent-up energy, she came an amazing four times; twice while she diddled with her clit while I continued to scrape her nipples with my teeth as she rode me like a pony, and twice more once she hit bottom and she started thrusting, rubbing her erect and needy clit on my pubic bone.
I loved her newly grown bush. My intention was for her to keep it.
Pamela fucked me, groaning, wincing, laughing, and even crying as she came the last time.
When she finally collapsed on my chest, spent, I rolled her over on her back, still inside of her.
My hard, "I haven't cum yet" dick was planted deep, and I started pounding her pussy, hard, fast, deep, moving my hips slightly so I was touching new territory inside of her, causing her to cry out and gasp in both surprise and pleasure.
It took about a minute for her to have an orgasm; she was surprised at the unexpected pleasure I was able to quickly bring her.
Another solid minute of my jack hammering, and she came again, this time a larger, more forceful explosion. Her body shuddered as her lower lips gripped my rock-hard erection.
With that I pulled out, slapping her on the thigh to roll over and I pulled her up on her knees to take her from behind. I knew she'd enjoy the ride.
Her ass was a bit bigger than the first time we'd been together a couple of months prior. In the semi-darkness I decided I liked the new Pamela better than the old one.
More meat. Not only was her ass a bit bigger, and her tits were too.
I entered her drenched pussy in a single push, earning a loud gasp of pleasure as I pulled her by the hips all the way back, so I was in her balls deep. She moved her ass so skillfully that I enjoyed the slapping of her flesh as we moved in the primate rhythm of mating.
A sheen of sweat soon covered her as I pounded her fast and slow, deep and shallow, hitting all sides of her tight, gripping love tunnel, bringing her to the edge but never allowing her to cum.
I let her reach down to pleasure herself. The pounding, the slapping of flesh on flesh in the act of mating continued, but I no longer denied Pamela her orgasms while I worked hard to get her to come again but did my best to keep from blasting.
For the first time ever with Pamela, I started playing with her rosebud, making it clear what my intentions were.
I got the response I wanted: "Don't you dare... keep that fucking cock... away from there... you bastard..." Pamela panted, getting hotter and hotter as I continued to pound away at her now sloppy wet pussy. The natural aroma of her dew filled the room.
Jesus, her cunt felt so fucking good. Fucking her could be addictive. Hell, it was addictive!
After furiously fingering her cunt and squirting a bit on the sheets as she came, I pinned both of her arms behind her back with my left hand, forcing her head to the mattress.
Done teasing, I responded to her protests by sticking a finger in her rosebud, knuckle deep, earning first a gasp, then an immediate attempt to move away from me.
I chuckled softly in response. Pamela struggled but soon accepted my digital penetration.
I diddled her ass while I kept up the pace of my strokes.
