Pt. 60 - I Just Eep Meeting Ladies

This is part 60 of my continuing story.

I recommend reading

Pt. 58 - She Got Fired

and

Pt. 59 - Pamela Gets Pounded!

before you get started on this chapter.

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 afternoon, late January

Having coated the inside of Pamela's mouth, her throat, tight pussy and even tighter ass with copious amounts of my hot, sticky, life creating cum, we both dozed off, nude and holding one another on the massage table.

I opened my eyes and without waking her, I separated myself from her, quietly and quickly. Because it was cold as hell outside, I went into the glass in enclosed pool room and turned on the space heaters and cranked up the spa. Shivering in the cold room.

What better way for a beautiful lady to recover from a massage than by getting into a hot tub, overlooking the forest at dusk while it was snowing?

When Pamela awoke, smiling, I took her by the hand and walked her into the pool room. Once she slipped into the hot water, she smiled at the view.

I turned off all the lights in the room, and watching quietly, we saw a small herd of deer cautiously move towards the salt lick that I had placed out about a hundred feet from the mobile home.

It was majestic to see the animals so close and Pamela whispered to me, "I am the luckiest girl on the planet."

The deer didn't stay long, disappearing quietly into the snowy night.

And then, with the possibility of frightening the poor animals no longer in question, we fucked like teenagers in the hot bubbling water.

*******

Post hot tub screwing, I hadn't heard back from Missy, who was trying to reach the general manager of the tv station to get him to reverse his decision to let Pamela go when her contract ran out, so I asked Pamela to reach out to someone she worked with to find out where he was.

Turned out the guy was in the hospital with pneumonia. When he got better and back to work, we'd have an overdue "come to Jesus" conversation.

I did ask Pamela for the name of the next in command and forwarded that gentleman's name to Missy so she could lay our cards on the table. He didn't return her calls. Or emails.

*******

We never did go outside to take photographs in the snow, but I got plenty of Pamela in various stages of dress and undress as we puttered around the place.

We pretty much stayed, and played, nude.

My constantly roving hands were all over her body and she purred as the probing, rubbing, licks and kisses continued.

My hands had massaged her skin from top to bottom, the next chapter of the physical investigation was with my mouth.

I kissed and licked every inch of her that night.

Her tits were soon covered with love bites.

I focused on her nooks and crannies, kissing her body all over, paying particular attention to her nether region, licking and smooching where she liked it best.

Even her crack got my attention, and she went bananas.

Pamela went nuts when I licked at and all around her sensitive, tiny rosebud.

She started laughing when I sucked on her toes.

Goose bumps broke out on her arms when I circled her dainty ears with my warm, wet tongue.

She couldn't be kissed enough.

After giving her the ultimate tongue bath, I nursed at her breasts before returning to kiss her mouth again and again.

I made sure that those magnificent tits were covered with my love bites. Not just on her sloping top but underneath as well.

*******

If I had the opportunity, I would have stayed in that mobile home with Pamela for the whole week.

My erection was a nice, snug fit in this gorgeous blonde.

Her pussy was tight, wet and welcoming.

The tight sleeve quickly adapted to my size.

It was a perfect, tight fit. Hot and wet.

She couldn't get enough of my cock.

Oh man, did we fuck.

*******

After creaming into her cunt, I asked her to get two bath towels and a warm washcloth.

I put one towel on the new brown leather sofa and sat my bare ass down on the edge, my balls and cock hanging. Spreading the other towel at my feet, I directed Pamela to kneel between my legs and clean up the mess we'd made of my crotch.

With a smile, she gently and thoroughly washed my cock, balls, pubic hair, my starfish and my belly and thighs, then she dried me off.

Her work got me a semi, and she looked up at me with a smile in her eyes. I nodded, smiled, and told her, "There is only one way to check your work. Start licking and sucking."

*******

I wasn't initially sure where she learned to give head, but she was outstanding at it. How does a self-proclaimed lesbian learn to suck cock so expertly?

I found out later that the gay guy we had played tennis with, Tony, was a willing lab rat for Pamela to hone her skills. You met Tony, briefly, in

Pt. 46 - I Pull a Hat Trick Plus!

Courtney, Pamela's roommate / lover at the time told me later that Pamela got into sucking dick but never swallowed (or had a cock in her pussy but a rare time or two) but had Tony quickly begging her to let him cum in no time flat. And that he pleaded and whined for a long time before she allowed him to enjoy the explosion of his heavy load as she finished him with a strong stroke job using both of her hands.

It was if she loved my cock like some people savor dessert. Not that I was complaining. She could, as Willie Nelson once said, "Suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

While she got to work, I figured that she wouldn't be able to talk much but was in a great spot to listen. She excelled at licking the edges and crevices where my cock and balls connected with my thighs. I loved her tongue working her magic there. It was heavenly.

And I laid out my plan. I told her that eye candy weather girls were not going away, but every day she was on the air, she was one day closer to being to being bid adieu. Even my jumping in to help her stay on the payroll at the tv station was only a reprieve. How long could she stay in front of the camera? It might be years, but she needed to be thinking longer term.

I explained that the office building I had bought was being upgraded and improved to be a hub for non-profits in the area, including her. And that I was willing to put her on the payroll of the building and that we would set aside ten percent of the monthly rental income for a paycheck that would all go to a tax-sheltered annuity, an IRA, and stocks and bonds for her retirement.

When I told her that I thought we could set aside $8,000 a month, or almost $100,000 a year for her, her eyes widened and she pulled her mouth of my cock and pulled herself up to my lap, straddling me, trapping my hardon between us.

"I'm going to be a millionaire?" she asked.

"Yes, eventually."

She started crying, collapsing into me, those big titties and hard nipples crushed against my chest. And that bush tickled me.

"You... would... do this... for me...?" she sobbed.

I held her tight and whispered into her ear, "Yes I will."

*******

At this good news, Pamela became insatiable. She wanted only to please me.

Let me tell you how hot I got her: she soaked the sheets.

My God, she wet the bed with her climaxes.

My thick, long cock had been the first one to enter her in a long while and once we got warmed up, she did not want me to pull it out.

Pamela just liked the feeling of having me inside of her. My big cock stretched her, filling her, and she could feel every bump and vein.

I would poke her, we'd gyrate, and she'd come.

I'd pull out and she would suck me back to full hardness, savoring her own juices on my cock.

She knew how much I liked having my cock sucked because she was on it like white on rice.

Pamela coaxed load after load of my baby batter out of me, paying special attention to my balls.

No matter where I made a deposit that last night in the mobile home, Pamela wanted another from me.

She even asked me if I wanted to fuck her ass again!

Was that a trick question? Does a bear shit in the woods?

I did leave a second load in her ass but since she offered, I stuck my hard cock deep into Pamela's tight rosebud several times that night, each time bringing her to a roaring, shaking anal orgasm.

Between bouts I was either sucking on those nipples like a starving baby or Pamela was sucking me back to strength with my hands on those incredible tits.

I didn't waste a drop, I came in her mouth, her pussy or her ass the entire time we were up at the ranch. No sperm necklaces, nothing between her butt cheeks, on her tits, on her face or on her back. They were all big loads, and I knew I was going to be dripping out of her for hours.

After one last bout, a quick one, between the sheets Thursday morning in the dark, filling her hot tight cunny and we were on our way back to Sacramento by 7am. She was singing as I drove us down the hill.

She did ask how she could help me, and I reminded her that she said that she was going to introduce me to her friends.

Pamela replied, "That starts tonight, lover."

I dropped her off at her condo. I'd see her at dinner. I hoped she wouldn't be yawning too much at work. I'd fight my tiredness with lots of coffee.

*******

Back at my office, I continued to plow through the dwindling stacks on my desk, and tackle the items on my to do lists, doing my best to stay off the phone and avoiding video conferencing calls as they could easily become a time suck.

I kept an eye on the clock because I wanted to be ready for my lunch appointment with Abi's neighbor, a fellow interior designer. Her name was Toni, and I knew nothing about her. She had no LinkedIn profile and was not on Facebook. A quick google search revealed nothing.

When she walked into my office, I was struck by what Mario Puzo wrote about in his book

The Godfather

:

A Thunderbolt

.

Toni had presence. Stature. And it didn't hurt that she was fucking gorgeous. I wanted to fuck her. Right then, and I didn't give a shit who watched us, or how quickly I was going to cum. I knew that I'd last exactly three pumps before I shot my load if I was lucky.

She was in her late thirty's. Standing about five'8" tall, her shoulder length brown hair had recently been done. Her eyes were big, round and brown and her eyebrows were plucked and thin.

Toni was wearing a dark blue business suit, with a white silk blouse, which did a lousy job of hiding a figure that screamed that she was a sexual animal, highlighted by a pair of 35-inch breasts, likely a D cup. Maybe larger. Her dark blue shoes matched her dress perfectly.

Her fragrance hit my nostrils as I took in this delicious creature. Blood surged to my cock. Drooling was going to be a distinct possibility if I didn't contain myself.

She smiled at me, knowing full well the impact she was having on me. I noticed a big rock on her finger. A very big rock. Married, yes. But happily? Maybe or maybe not.

We shook hands, she complimented me on my seventh-floor office with a nice view, and then we walked down to the board room; sat down, and she started with, "Ali is my friend and my neighbor, and she told me that you were a game changer in her life. I'm hoping you can do the same for me."

Toni wasn't wasting any time, but she did do it with a smile on her face, and what a beautiful face it was. I would never grow tired of looking at it.

"I do my best to help people who need it. How can I help you?"

"Rick, I have two agendas today, if that's alright with you."

"Go ahead."

"I know you are busy, but I want to talk business first and personal matters second. And I promise not to take too much of your time."

Over salads and sparking water, I laid out what I was trying to do with the newly purchased commercial office building. I had put the blueprints up on a stand and shared that my goal was to fill the offices with non-profits. Given that some are small and others larger, meaning having more employees, I determined that I needed interior design for each of the three size offices I was looking to fill. In addition, there were common areas that needed to be designed, including hallways, lobby, conference rooms, restrooms, and a training center. You know, carpets, drapes, artwork. The whole nine yards.

"Is this something you can handle?" I asked Toni.

She reached out and touched my hand, then squeezed it, followed by, "This is right up my alley!"

I told her the building would be ready for leasing within a week; we still had reconstruction going on but that potential tenants were already being solicited by my commercial leasing friend, Lindy, who would sign the tenants then turn them over to Toni for the finer points of being in the building.

You met Lindy in

Pt. 44 - A Friend with Benefits

.

She'd been a good and loyal friend, and I helped her out when she was looking at getting her breasts enhanced, as she wanted a bigger pair. She succeeded in getting what she wanted, and I was the lucky guy who got to fondle them first. Only I didn't stop at fondling if you know what I mean!

I knew that Toni and Lindy would get along nicely. Each would have clear roles and financial compensation that was equitable.

That settled, I told Toni that the house next door to mine, the one that I bought from Leeann, needed to be remodeled and such. I was going to keep the house as I had paid it off and I wanted Leeann's twin daughters, Susan and Michelle, to always have a home. It helps to keep people, especially young adults, grounded when they know that they will always have a place to go and be safe. It was the home that they had grown up in.

I told Toni that the girls were in school at Georgetown and would graduate in May. I wanted them to provide input on their house. How they wanted it decorated and furnished. Plus, their thoughts on the yards, front and back.

The only way that I could make the calendars work is for the girls to meet me in Atlanta. It was a short flight for them. That way they wouldn't miss school.

What Susan and Michelle didn't know was that The Corporation was hosting a suite at the MB Stadium at the Super Bowl. Jack Colton, the CEO, took care of the details and allowed me to invite not more than fifteen guests, sixteen counting me.

In addition to having the girls in the suite where they could get to know Toni, I had planned for a certain law school dean and his wife to be my guests. This was the law school that both girls were interested in attending. What better way for the dean to get to know two potential students than spending time watching the Super Bowl. And the senior senator from Arizona would be there to provide a solid recommendation to the dean.

I didn't have to give all this background to Toni, but I did ask her if she was able to fly to Atlanta to meet the girls. And if she was interested, be in the suite with us at the Super Bowl. I didn't say anything about her husband going. I also didn't say anything about other female guests I had invited.

*******

I couldn't stop staring at her, she was unbelievably striking. I knew that even though she was sitting there with me, she was both married and out of my league.

I'd been with many beautiful ladies in the previous twelve months, but she was certainly at a level above even the best of those knockouts. Hotter than Ali, or Paige or Lisa. She was flawless!

Trying to keep things focused on the business, I mentioned the money next. Because I was trying to keep my cock from filling with blood. Having a hardon could be embarrassing.

For a moment I thought that I should have masturbated in my private bathroom before lunch. This despite having fucked Pamela non-stop for the previous 48 hours.

I thought for a moment, then spoke, "I am thinking of hiring your firm on a retainer of $25,000 a month, for your services, and as for the tenant improvement costs, we'll figure out those budgets on a case-by-case basis."

"How long would the retainer last?"

"At least a year, and then of course, there will always be some refurbishing that is ongoing. You'll have an office there. And one here too if you want."

She smiled and said, "That would be great! I'd like to work close to you, Rick." Toni reached out and touched my hand and an electric shock went through my body. Right to my semi-chubby and stiffening cock.

"Great, I'll have a contract drawn up and as soon as you send over your first invoice, we'll take care of that."

*******

"Was there anything else on the business agenda you want to discuss?" I asked.

Toni shook her head.

"You had mentioned that you had something personal to discuss. Want to share that now?"

Toni set down her fork and wiped her mouth, took a sip of water and looking at me directly, said, "My husband is abusive, and I want a divorce. He is a controlling son of a bitch and want him out of my life."

With that the tears started flowing. Then the sobbing started.

I hate it when women cry. I didn't know what to do, I suppose that I could have just sat there until the tears stopped but instead, I opted to walk over to her, and I pulled her up out of her chair and took her into my arms.

She felt and smelled great.

My semi-was only going to get bigger, and in a hurry, if I didn't do something, quick.

*******

I don't want to sound like a perv but getting an erection when you're this close to a gorgeous woman with an amazing body is what happens in nature.

You'd think having had so much sex with Pamela that I would be drained but you'd be wrong. I'm twenty-eight and my rebound time is not very long. (With Viagra, used sparingly, I don't go soft, I just keep fucking).

She composed herself in a few minutes and didn't comment about my hardon. Maybe she was flattered. She wasn't offended, otherwise she would have slapped my face and walked out the door. Tears and all.

Toni pulled back and apologized. I did the same, without pointing out the obvious.

We sat down, close to one another, and I simply said, "Tell me your story." Then I shut up.

Turns out that Toni was a Trophy Wife. Identified and targeted at just twenty-five by an older, successful and wealthy man of forty-five, they had married less than six months later.

She said that she had forgiven him for all his controlling ways in exchange for the lifestyle. She lacked for nothing: beautiful home, expensive car, great vacations, traveling the world, endless clothing shopping and all the rest.

Although she wanted children, he didn't. She gave up on that dream.

Toni knew that her husband had been cheating on her, and she opted to look the other way; she didn't want to give up the rich lifestyle.

But when he started coming home from work and simply dropped his pants on the floor and ordered her to lick him clean, she knew from the taste on his cock that he'd been fucking someone.

Someone, maybe more than one, at work.

He wanted her giving head, forcing her to swallow. She shared with me that she hated the bitter, salty taste of sperm.

As for fucking, he saved his deposits for the ladies in the office. As for his wife, he only fucked her in her ass, telling her "Good girls get it in their pussy, sluts take it up the ass." And for her to get her asshole bleached.