In a faded red car a brown haired couple kissed eagerly. The man pulled back slowly, and opened his chestnut brown eyes. He had a faint bead of moisture along his cleft chin which he wiped away with the back of his hand. The woman had a round face that gradually smiled although her eyes remained closed. When she opened her brown eyes he was looking at her with a similar smile.
"Would... would you like to come in for a coffee?" she asked in a bedroom voice. Her tongue piercing shined slightly in the dim light when she said the last word.
"Oh... um..."
"Matt, you don't have to if-"
"No I want to," he replied with a smile.
"Ok," she replied with happiness.
They left the vehicle and walked slowly through the parking lot towards a tall apartment building. Matthew was average height in a button up shirt and black slacks, while she was several inches below him, in short heels. She was wearing a long skirt and her plump figure filled out the gray blouse that hugged her large breasts.
When they exited the lot, the woman paused for a moment and looked slightly pained as sweat suddenly appeared on her brow.
"Rachel are you alright?" the man asked with concern.
"Uh yeah, just... I had a... it's nothing."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, the elevator is just around the corner."
They entered and an older gentleman got in with them. The doors closed and Matthew turned to Rachel. She had her eyes closed and clutched her belly, looking in pain again. Matthew suddenly scrunched his nose up and covered his mouth. The bald man in front of them coughed.
"What the fuck?!" the gentleman exclaimed with revulsion.
When the doors opened, the old man ran out. Rachel exited as well, but immediately stared at the ground.
"I'm sorry Matt, I...."
"It's ok-"
"No, you should go. I'm sorry I need to. Um take care of some things."
"Ok. I.. I'm sorry too."
* *
Matthew carried a cold pitcher of water, condensation glistening on the glass exterior to a dinner table and began filling empty water glasses.
"How's everything tasting?" he asked the customers at the table.
*
Michelle gagged as she took Matthew's cock too deep into her mouth. She pulled it out and her saliva dribbled down her chin between her cleavage.
*
She was sitting on his face and moaning while he furiously licked like a cat lapping up milk.
*
Michelle bent in front of him while he pumped into her juicy pussy. Breathing hard and thrusting, he spilled his seed deep inside of her as he grunted loudly.
*
"Thank you." She handed him an envelope from her night stand.
"My pleasure."
* *
Matthew got out of his car wearing black slacks and a button up blue shirt. He walked quickly through the parking lot, looking at building markers until he found one on the ground floor apartment building that matched the message on his phone. He pressed the doorbell button and waited.
A woman with long black hair and dark coppery skin opened the door. She was what one would consider conventionally unattractive with a large mole on one side of her face, a scar on her chin, and very crooked teeth. She wore loose black slacks and a baggy gray blouse that hung off her very large breasts. She wore a silicone wedding band around her finger that simulated the color of white gold. A silver navel piercing in her round belly was barely visible between the bottom of her blouse and the top of her pants.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm Matthew. Sorry I'm a little late."
"No problem, good to meet you," she said in a husky voice as she smiled. "I'm Jessica, come on in." Matthew stepped through the doorway and she closed the door behind him. "Make yourself comfortable on the couch, I'll get my husband Tyler, he's just on the balcony."
"Alright."
She sauntered off towards the sliding glass door, right off the living room. As Matthew sat down Jessica opened the slider and spoke to Tyler in whispers. He could only see the back of her husband as he smoked at the edge of the balcony. He had pale skin, brown hair in a short haircut and wore jeans with a long sleeve shirt. Jessica came back after closing the sliding door.
"He'll join us in a little bit. Go ahead and sit on the couch. Make yourself at home."
"Thank you."
He sat down on one side of the couch and she sat down on the other.
"Did you bring the contract?" she asked.
"Sure did. If you are both comfortable with it then we can sign," he said as he laid down a thin stack of paper on the glass coffee table. "You looked it over?"
"Briefly. Tyler looked at it in more detail. I let him handle the legal stuff."
"Ok that's fine."
