Danny Avalon, here again. I'm the recently rich guy who 'bought' a former girlfriend, Becky. I turned her into my personal prostitute for three thousand dollars a month over the next twelve months. But that amount meant that she was at my beck and call, even if she were at work. (See the first chapter in how that happened.)
My five foot eleven inch height and weight of about two hundred pounds doesn't make me really stand out from the crowd, but that doesn't bother me. My exercise regime is running two miles a day and lifting weights three times a week. Since this is a sex story, let me get my cock size out of the way. It is average at six inches long and two and a half inches wide. I think sometimes it gets to six and a half inches, but I don't measure every time I get hard. My light brown hair is worn short and neatly trimmed over hazel eyes.
Becky was most known by her large, at least D-cup, chest. Her weight's around one thirty with each tit seeming to have ten to fifteen pounds each. Yes, I know that's not real, but I like the saying. She is five foot seven inches of sexy curves in the right places. Her light brown hair is worn where it dusts her shoulders, but rarely seen that way. She almost always wears some kind of hair device like headbands, barrettes, or scrunchies. The only makeup she wears is a little light green eye shadow over her hazel eyes.
Almost nightly since the day of our deal, Becky came to my house. She came without me calling. We hung out and talked, did nothing sexual. We watched TV and movies, like the friends we have almost always been. Part of the reason I didn't do anything sexual to her was that I figured that the exhibitionism from that day made the sex great, but since she was arriving at my door fully dressed without me calling her, I figured she would be the limp noodle that she was during our previous sexual relationship, and I also wanted to take my time with her.
Almost a week after our deal, on Wednesday, she asked, "Danny, why haven't we had sex again since that day?"
"Because I haven't been horny," I lied. And she knew it. At least once during the evenings, while she was there, I would get hard, to the point that I felt like I was going to rip my pants open. She saw the bulge in my pants every time.
"Bull shit," she spat. "I've seen how horny you were and are." She pointed at my crotch, which had ballooned as I got hard. "Is it me? You don't want to fuck me?"
"Ok, Ok. I lied. I'm sorry," I said in a placating tone. I heaved a sigh and continued, "I thought that I would go slowly at first. Didn't want to scare you."
"Oh...um...ok," she stammered. She looked flummoxed. "I don't think you could scare me." She spoke in a whisper and laid her hand on my crotch. "Besides, I've been more or less wet the whole time since that day. I've been ready to be fucked in any room of your house, my apartment or outside."
I took a moment to think about it and told her what I wanted for that Saturday. The idea had been forming since the day of the deal, but solidified with her little speech. After that we had fun for hours. My cock was in every hole and I ate her to many orgasms that night. After we were sated she went home and I didn't see her again until Saturday morning, as I told her I didn't want to see her until then.
I met her at the beach parking lot that morning. Actually I pulled into the lot just before her and we parked next to each other, me on her driver's side, at about ten that morning. I got out and came around my trunk to her car. I was wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks and no shoes. When I got there she opened the car door and spun in her seat to place her bare feet on the pavement. She had a gold bikini top on that didn't support her at all, just barely covering her tits, and the matching bottoms were in her hand. She was blushing as she leaned out and slipped her feet inside the bottoms. With a sexy smile and a shy look around she stood up exposing her bare, bald pussy to the beach. The area around us wasn't that busy, which was slightly odd for a great weather Saturday. She pulled her bikini up and covered her pussy, just barely since it was a teardrop micro thong. Her falling star tattoo on the left side of her mound about a quarter of the way between pussy and hip, nearer her hip, was almost perfectly bisected by the bikini string.
She turned around and ducked back into her car, showing almost her entire untanned ass to the area. A few seconds later she pulled a small pair of Daisy Dukes out and on. They didn't cover much more in front than the bikini, but they did cover more than half her ass considering it was just strings on her back from the swimwear.
We collected our rollerblades and other gear and walked barefoot together to a nearby bench. There we pulled on socks, the rollerblades, and safety gear (knee, elbow and wrist guards and helmets). All the movement had her chest moving nicely, since there was no support. I missed the connection on my helmet strap a few times because I was watching her so intently.
We rolled around on the beach walk for a long time. I was enjoying my time with her and seeing all the looks she was getting. There were other women dressed similarly or with less walking, lounging and swimming around us. Like any guy I was looking at them too, but just knowing that Becky was beside, or near, me just made the day great.
After a couple hours of us rolling and sitting at the beach, I offered lunch. Becky agreed to hot dogs from the vendor that we were near. She went off to find a seat while I got the food and drink. The line was quick and I got the order in no time. Becky found a seat on a wall nearby.
As I was turning to head to Becky, I wasn't paying attention to anything other than getting the food to Becky since it was slightly unwieldy, I run into a young woman. I was able to save the drinks, but both the condiment covered hot dogs dumped onto her chest. At least she was only wearing a bikini top, so most of the ketchup and mustard landed on her skin. That would make it easier for her to clean up.
"I'm sorry," she and I said to each other at the same time. We started laughing as another young woman, a friend it seemed, started using napkins on the one I spilled on.
She stopped laughing first and said, "Sorry about crowding you." She took a couple napkins and helped clean her chest.
I watched her hands as I said, "I should have been watching where I was going."
"Too bad about your hot dogs. Let me get you some new ones. It's only fair, as it was more my fault than yours," she grinned. She knew I was watching her hands and rubbed a napkin low on her shamrock bikini covered tit, almost to her nipple. I was surprised and happy. I nodded in agreement to her buying replacements. I never saw her nipple, but I knew it was just out of sight. With my nod she pulled the napkin away from her chest and I looked at her face. She was grinning under her light red hair and said, "I would like to talk with you more. I'm here with three friends and I'm guessing you're here with at least one. Maybe you can find a place where we can sit and talk without yelling or other problems."
I nodded and rolled off to Becky. She was looking at me lightly laughing. "I assume you saw all that?" I grinned at her and she nodded. "The young lady I spilled on, asked me to find a table for all of us. You, me, her and her three friends."
She pointed out a big circular table that people were leaving. "That'll work," she said getting up and rolling over. I followed with a smile. While she was sitting on the wall, her shorts had slipped down a little and her ass crack with her thong peeking out was made more visible.
We sat together on one of the four benches attached to the table. Less than a minute after we sat, our new friends sat down with the little red head placing hot dogs and condiment cups in front of Becky and I. We said thank you to her with smiles.
After they were seated, I said, "My name's Danny and this is Becky."
The redhead seemed to be the de facto leader of the group, so she introduced her group, "I'm Kathryn, but please call me Kitty. This is Amanda, Bobby and Abby."
