This is an additional chapter I wrote as part of a re-write for my novel "Dressed To Kill" that can be read here but it can stand pretty much as a short piece by itself and so I hope you enjoy it!
Also I know I've left the ending for "Dressed To Kill "hanging for sometime, but I promise, like Noella, it is coming....so to speak!
Gray
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Damien was feeling mighty chuffed with himself. Today his lawyer had settled his divorce from that fat bitch Noella and so this afternoon he had been the recipient of a bank cheque for one million and forty five thousand dollars.
"A million fucking dollars!" he smiled to himself. "A million fucking dollars! I can't believe it! I am fucking genius the way I screwed over fucking Noella! A fucking genius!"
He had come to the Platinum Club, his favourite bar and on Friday nights as it was always full of sexy young things from the advertising and business districts and he had often enjoyed good hunting here.
A magnum of French champagne in hand he zeroed in on two young things that were chatting at one end of the bar. One was a striking a petit blond with a figure like sports car. The other a brunette who was majestic by comparison with a long beautifully proportioned legs, shapely butt and breasts the size of boulders which pushed for freedom against the restraint of her modestly cut blouse.
It was the brunette's large breasts that had drawn Damien's attention. The two women had resisted his advances initially, being familiar with being hit on by suits from the big end of town. But persistence was Damien's strength in life and when he wanted something he stuck at it until he got it. This trait had been very beneficial for him as it was again for him tonight. Once the blonde, Crystal and the brunette, Cherie had their first taste of champagne they were entranced and Damien worked his smooth magic, convincing they should come home with him for a private party.
His kids were staying at their bitch mother's house and so he was free to enjoy these two tantalising young women without the complication of children. By the time they had arrived at his fabulous new golden mile house, the women were giggly and relaxed and very open to suggestion. He opened some more champagne and glass in hand he gave them a tour of the large house. They made it a s far as the billiard room, the two women dripping all over him and giggling their way through his explanation of the features of the house.
"I always wanted fuck on a pool table," mused Chrystal innocently, the alcohol seemingly having taken control.
"You wouldn't!" giggled Cherie.
"Oh yeah! It 'd be fucking awesome!"
"Yeah. That'd be good fucking!" agreed Damien with a chuckle.
"I don't know," said Cheri screwing her nose up. "Wouldn't it be hard?"
"It's gotta be hard or you can't do it!" screeched Chrystal and they all laughed.
"I know what I'd like?" Damien told them as he looked directly at Cherie.
"What's that?" she asked.
"I'd like to see your breasts."
"I don't just show them to anyone," she told him feigning false modesty.
"I'm not JUST anyone. So how about a little peek?"
"Alright. Just a little peak."
With her back against the pool table she reached up and slowly began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Button by button she revealed a white lace bra that just managed to tame her large breasts. Reaching the last button she slid the blouse from her shoulders, dropping it quietly to the floor.
"Can I see your nipples?"
"Of course," she smiled reaching behind to release the clasp of the bra before allowing that to also drop to the floor.
"You like?" she asked as she cupped a double D each hand.
"Oh yeah!" he cried as he stepped closer and squeezed her breasts as if he checking that fruit was ripe before purchase. "Magnificent! Can I can have suck?"
"It would be my pleasure."
Cherie leaned back against the massive twelve by six billiard table, arching her back a little, presenting her massive melons for Damien's tasting. Grasping the right breast he pointed his tongue and delicately flicked at the large nipple before wrapping his lips around it and feasting on it with enthusiasm. Cherie's eye's closed and a moan escaped from her lips.
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Damien, applying himself equally as enthusiastically to the left nipple. He loved the firmness and texture of young flesh. The thrill of exploring new territory made his cock stiffen in his pants.
"What about mine!" demanded Chrystal, stepping up to stand next to Cherie and pulling her red top over her head. She was standing only wearing a sheer lace bra and G-string, fishnet stockings and soaring black paten leather heels, her black pencil-line skirt having dropped to the floor. She peeled down the front of the bra to reveal two elegant globular mounds of flesh. What they lacked in impressive size in comparison to Cherie's massive tits, they made up for up for in symmetry and shape, a neat erect nipple topping each.
"We can't have you missing out, can we?" Damien told her as he shifted his attention to her audacious bust.
"Fucking awesome!" he muttered, Chrystal enjoying the texture of Damien's tongue as it slid across her nipples.
"I like that," she sighed.
Not wanting to be left standing doing nothing, Cherie had joined Chrystal in dispensing of her skirt and was now naked except for a red G-string and stilettos. Kneeling to one side of Damien she searched for his fly, manipulating the slide and reaching inside his pants to release his good size cock into the open.
"Impressive!" she told him as she gave it a playful stroke, before encapsulating the tip with her lips.
"Oh yes," groaned Damien. She descended down his cock, her lips looking like caterpillars slowly walking down each centimetre until the whole rod disappeared from view. She held it for a moment, before slowly re-tracing her tracks, the dick re-appearing as if like some magic trick.
"Holy fuck!" he cried.
"We'll do that in a minute," she told him with a giggle. "Chrystal, do you want to come and have some of this?"
"Oh yeah!" she replied. "I'm feeling a need for some cock."
Cherie took one more dive down Damien's pole, rubbing her nipples with its tip before relinquishing it to Chrystal, who knelt on the other side of Damien. Taking the cock in hand she gave it a couple of long strokes before aggressively sucking it with rapid up and down movements as if it was the last piece of cock on earth.
Damien's eyes glazed over, the sweet sensation of the girls lips on his dick sending him to another planet. He'd found that although young flesh was always superior sometimes they lacked expertise and skill in the gentle art of cock pleasuring. This was not the case today as Cherie and Chrystal double teamed his dick, Damien savouring the sensation of two tongues licking his cock at once.
It almost became too much as he teetered on the brink of orgasm.
"I need to eat some pussy," he told them.
Chrystal obligingly lifted her hips on to the edge of the billiard table and pointed her legs toward the ceiling and lifted butt off the table a little.
"Would you be a darling," she cooed.
Understanding what was required, Damien grasped her G-string on either side and gently slid it up the length of her shapely legs before discarding them on the green felt of the billiard table. Slowly she spread her legs in a deep V, revealing a most inviting landscape of a neatly trimmed bush, highlighting a delicious pussy and he immediately dipped in his tongue to taste her sumptuous nectar.
"Oh yes!" she cried as Damien repaid her for her cock sucking diligence and danced his tongue over her clit before plunging it inside her.
