Flamingo Browning sat on the floor outside her mother's bedroom, on the eve of her 18th birthday, peeking through the crack in the door. It had become somewhat of a ritual. Her mother, the famous April Browning, was dressed in a see through top and short tight skirt, and wrapped in a bright red feather boa. Her body moved with the beat of the music playing in the background - another private show.
For the last 10 years April had danced beneath the bright lights, on stage, in skimpy expensive costumes. She loved to flaunt her body, loved the attention that she got from men. She was featured on huge video billboards headlining shows on the Vegas Strip. She was dazzling, with a lush pale body, curvy in all the right places, and soft wavy red hair cascading down her back. Men couldn't help but watch her. A shameless extrovert, April grabbed the center of attention, and gathered friends easily. Flamingo often wondered why she didn't possess the same outgoing nature; not knowing who her father was, she wondered if he had been shy like she was. She thought being flamboyant might be a lot more fun; yet, she sometimes cringed at her mother's behavior. When April drank, which was often, she was loud and obnoxious, at times cursing in long streams of profanity without a care who listened. Flame knew she had a lot of her mother's features, the creamy smooth skin, high cheek bones, and wide doe like eyes, but without the attention grabbing implants.
More often than not, April brought men home after her late show, but never more than one night. Usually just for a few hours in fact. Flamingo never knew what kind of man her mother would bring home. Some were clean cut and sharply dressed in expensive suits, and shoes that looked like they never hit pavement. Others looked like they could have walked right out of an old 70's cigarette ad, clad in tight jeans and cowboy boots. The one thing they all had in common was money, and plenty of it.
Just before midnight, Flame heard the familiar two sets of feet walk into the hall. "Can I get you a drink Dick?"
April never bothered to whisper. Fame tiptoed to the door quietly, and looked out. Dick looked like he probably had a desk job. He was expensively dressed, but didn't look like he got a lot of exercise during the day. Flame guessed him to be in his 60's. He was on the tall side, with a large belly that strained the buttons on his expensive looking suit. Dick's scent was a mixture of expensive cologne, and cigar smoke that was overly sweet and turned Flame's stomach. Her mother didn't seem to mind. April quickly worked the buttons of his black vest, like she couldn't wait to get to his skin. She made sounds of appreciation in her throat, as she pulled him with her toward the bedroom. She smiled seductively, and looked up into his face. Her eyes were opening wide, her teeth scraping her bottom lip, as she tilted her head to the side and pulled him closer with his dark red tie.
His face, as he looked down at April, was an unhealthy looking, blotchy red. It was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and pitted from what must have been severe acne. The look on his face reminded Flame of a movie she once saw, where a starving man had at last been presented with a great feast. His eyes moved over her mother's body much like the starving man had looked at the food laid out on the table. In the movie, she had wondered how he kept from throwing himself face first into the closest bowl. Flame watched Dick, wondering if he would pounce, or restrain himself long enough to get into her mother's bedroom. He pounced.
His hands shot out and he grabbed both of April's breasts in his hands. His face became an even darker red, and he groaned as he watched his hands squeeze her breasts through her black sheer blouse. He ground his lower body into hers, breathing heavily through his open mouth. "You were so hot tonight. Every man in the place got a hard on watching you. But I had a feeling you were dancing just for me. You kept watching me. I knew I was going to fuck you tonight. And here we are." As he was speaking one hand found its way up April's very short skirt. April's back was up against the wall. She arched her lower body further into him and slowly started to slide her left leg up Dick's right leg, her knee reaching his waist. She wrapped her leg around him pulling his body toward her. Her hand still held his tie, and she pulled on it, dragging his head down to hers. When April had Dick's face down level with hers, she slowly licked his top lip, then bit his bottom lip, and sucked it into her mouth.
"Oh you're right; I've had my eye on you all night." April reached down with her free hand and rubbed it up and down the front of Dick's pants. "Mmmmm, Dick, what a big dick you have." April laughed at her wit, then dropped her leg, and pushed him with both hands toward the bedroom door. "I can't wait to get my hands on you." Dick turned and walked into the bedroom, grabbing one of April's hands as he went. April followed him through the doorway, and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
Flame waited a few minutes and then made her way quietly to her mother's bedroom door. The crack in the door left most of the room viewable, including the bed and side chair, as well as the large entertainment center. Flame sat on the hallway floor, hidden in the darkness.
April had removed her skirt and blouse, and was standing next to the bed in her thigh high stockings, heels, and black lace strapless bra, with matching garters. She didn't have on anything else. Dick was looking at her with a big hungry smile on his face, as he removed his shirt and pants.
"This is what you've been waiting for right here," he said, as reached into his boxers and pulled out the biggest cock Flame had ever seen.
It was so thick and long, and the tip curled upward. He was stroking himself with one hand, while his other hand began to rub his big hairy chest and stomach. He had big hands, but they weren't big enough to close around his fully erected cock. Flame silently shuddered at the thought of such a huge cock being squeezed into her small body. She shuddered again, but her cunt quivered. She was sure he was just too large, even for her mother.
"Yes it is, you are hung like a prize Kentucky stallion" April purred. Her voice was syrupy, full of apparent admiration.
"Think you can handle all this?" Dick did not have a poker face. He looked like he knew he had the winning hand, and was about to take the pot. He definitely did not suffer from any kind of inferiority complex, Flame thought. She imagined for a moment that he was one of those guys who stood at the urinal in the men's bathroom, and watched other men's reactions to his massive cock. She could just see the look he would have. He would really enjoy the fact that he had the biggest cock most people had ever seen.
"Oh, I think I can handle you, but we'll just have to wait and see wont we?" April was still smiling, and didn't look the least bit frightened. She walked slowly and confidently over to Dick who was now naked, and draping his clothes across the chair. As he turned to face her again she slid up to him, placing her hands on his chest, and sliding them up to his shoulders, as the rest of her body moved forward softly into his.
She stood on tip toe and whispered in his ear, "I want you to go lie down on that bed, hands above your head, and holding onto the slats in the head board, flat on your back. Do you understand?"
"Yes." The one word was all he said as hurried to follow her instructions. The bed creaked with his weight, as he flopped his body over onto his back with no grace at all. He lay on his back, his big belly jiggling as he moved. His cock was lying against his stomach.
April disappeared from Flame's view for a moment. When she returned to the side of the bed, she had a set of hand cuffs.
"I think I'll just make sure your hands don't get in my way." April sat across Dick's chest, her naked pussy an inch from his face, as she leaned forward and snapped on the hand cuffs, making sure to run them between the slats. Dick closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. "How does that feel?" April asked.
Dick was watching where April's pussy was rubbing against his chest. "Oh, that feels real good." He said.
"Does it?" April asked, as she started to move her hips back and forth. Her ass and pussy rubbing against him even more.
"Yes, it does, but if you scoot that ass back a little bit further, it would feel a hell of a lot better."
"Oh, I bet it would, but I have the control tonight. You have no say in the matter, none at all."
"Aren't you supposed to give me a safe word?" Dick asked, obviously amused.
"No safe word. When I'm done with you, I'll let you go. That's the only thing you need to know. You wanted to know if I could handle that cock of yours, now I want to see if you can handle me."
April rose up off of his chest, her legs spread, feet on either side of his chest. It was a wide stance due to his size. It opened her pussy completely. April watched Dick's face as she stepped forward, her feet against his shoulders. Standing over him, she slowly removed her bra. The chain on the cuffs clattered as Dick tried to reach forward with his hands.
"Damn!" He shouted. "Sit on my face baby, give me that juicy pussy."
April laughed. "I don't think you understand the concept yet Dick. You want this pussy?" April placed a hand on her belly, and slowly moved it down toward her pussy. Using one finger, she very lightly touched her clit, and then moved further down to touch the wet opening. "You want this wet pussy Dick?"
"Yes, let me lick that wet pussy, give me a taste."
April stepped forward again, her feet at his ears. She bent her knees, bringing her pussy to within inches of his face. Again the cuffs clattered against the bed as he tried to rise up. April stood up and placed her foot on his chest.
