I make good money doing what I do, but the down side is needing to travel. I’m a homebody by nature. Plus, I pay for an expensive apartment, so I’d like to, you know, be in it for more than a couple weekends a month. The travelling does have its perks, though. Good restaurants, quality cars. All on the company’s tab.
But you don’t care about that. You want to hear about the hookups, the pussy. Don’t worry. I’m not judging. So, let’s jump in.
I’ve been all over the country, but this time, business happened to take me to my dad’s hometown in Georgia. There are two things he brought with him when he first moved out west. His love for Jesus and his love for model trains. His childhood friend had become the preacher of their old church and, apparently, had decided to sell a very rare piece of kit. I know this because when Dad learned I’d be going back to the land of peaches and mosquitoes, he’d texted me every day asking if I’d pick it up for him. I agreed.
I only tell you that part because it becomes important later. Don’t worry. We’re almost to the good stuff.
It was my last day in town. All the meetings were done. The T’s crossed, the I’s dotted. Another client in the bag. Time for fun.
I swiped through Tinder for a little while until I found something I liked. A redhead with a cute face and big tits. Amber. Her profile said “You’d better be able to pay for dinner.”
I swiped. It was a match.
I sent “I leave town tomorrow. When’s dinner?”
Her reply: “I like expensive places”
Me: “Not a problem”
Her: “Good”
M: “So, when and where?”
H: “Gotta make sure you’re worth my time first”
She sent me her Snapchat handle. I added her as a friend. The conversation continued there.
H: “I like big cocks”
M: “Fair enough”
My hotel room has decent lighting. I lie down on the bed and open up my pants. I take the shot as a selfie with the camera at the headboard so she can see me laying back, looking up at her with my well groomed cock in my hand. It sends. She opens it.
H: “That’ll work”
M: “I know.”
She sends me a picture. She’s in a white blouse that she’s pulled down below her pale tits. Her mouth is open and her tongue is out.
M: “When and where?”
H: “Pick me up at the Starbucks on Main in 30 minutes”
M: “I’ll be in the black Mustang.”
H: “Good”
I see her when I pull up. Her hair’s in a long braid running down her back. She has on the same white top from her picture, this time with her tits covered to create a long line of cleavage. She’s also got on a pink tennis skirt that rests a couple inches above her knee. She sees me and climbs in.
“Hey you,” she says with a subtle Georgian drawl.
“Hey yourself,” I answer back.
“You’re cuter in person,” she says, teasing.
I grin. “Bigger too.”
She laughs at that. “There’s a great sushi place about ten minutes away.”
I rev the engine and earn a few annoyed looks from the customers drinking coffee on the patio. “Let’s go,” I say.
“Mustangs make me wet,” she says, resting a hand on my leg.
“I thought it might.”
The food’s great and we have more than a few drinks. The tab’s over $300. I put it on the company card and leave $100 on the table. On the way out, she pulls my hand to her ass. I squeeze.
We get back in the car and I barely have the engine running when she starts undoing my belt.
“You earned this, Daddy. Drive.”
Her mouth is warm around my cock.
“The sluttiest girls are always named Amber,” I say as I back out of the parking space and head for the street. She giggles with my dick in her face. I push her head down farther until I feel her lips touch my pubis. She doesn’t even gag. This girl’s a pro.
I zip through traffic as she bobs her head up and down on my cock. She comes up for air with a line of spit running from her lips to the head of my cock.
“I love your cock, Daddy.”
“Get back to work,” I say, pushing her down again.
She sucks hard on my head and pulls back so that her lips smack. She does that a few more times. Amber’s living up to her name.
I turn and merge onto the freeway. The engine roars as I pick up some real speed. She bites down gently on my cock and presses hard into my shaft with her tongue.
“Fuck…” I say. I run my hand down her back and lift her skirt. My fingers slip down her panties and I rub the rim of her asshole.
“Mmm…” is all she says around my cock.
I push my finger into her ass. She pushes her head all the way down again, and on the return I feel myself lose a trickle of precum on her tongue. When she tastes it, she pulls her head back away from my cock. She sits up and looks at me. “Pull over.”
The car protests angrily as I slow down, drift over the rumble strips, and hit the dirt on the side of the pavement. Her shirt’s already off and she’s unhooking her bra. I put the car in park and lean my seat back. The bra falls away and her heavy breasts drop with a satisfying bounce.
She climbs on top of me and I start to say “I have a con-” but she’s already lowering her pussy on my wet cock. It swallows me hungrily. Her flesh is tight around me. My length is three quarters in when my head pushes against her cervix.
“Oh, Daddy…” she moans. She leans forward and I catch one of her perky nipples in my mouth. I suck hard on it. Her hands ball up into fists on my shoulders, bunching up the fabric of my shirt. She starts to ride.
Her pussy clings to me as her hips rise and fall. I break away from her breast and kiss her neck. She kisses me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I taste the alcohol on our breath.
“Gimme that dick…” she pants. She bounces harder. Her perfect tits slam on my chest. She’s wet as God can make her, but fuck, this girl’s got the tightest pussy I’ve had for a long time. I lean back into the headrest. I paid for the ticket. Time to enjoy the ride.
The car bounces as she slams me into her again and again. The wet clapping of our flesh is the best sound I’ve heard in years. I grip her ass and squeeze hard as she works.
“Do you like my tits, Daddy?”
“They’re perfect.”
“Suck on them.”
I do.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” Her bouncing slows as she begins to grind back and forth. “I’m gonna cum all over your big dick.”
The car heaves as a massive semi drives past us in the nearest lane.
Her nipple pops out of my mouth again. “Ah, fuck!” I struggle to get the words out as her tight flesh grips me even harder. It almost hurts. Her body shudders and she lets out a series of idiotic noises as I feel her orgasm take its toll. My cum gushes all over my cock inside her. Our flesh flexes until our rhythms match and eventually subside. Her skin’s damp with sweat.
She licks my lips and kisses the tip of my nose. “Love you, Daddy.”
“You’re a good girl.” I say with a smile on my face.
She bites her lower lip, then lifts herself off me. “That’s the best fuck I’ve had for a while,” she says, settling back into her seat and fumbling with her bra. “You can drop me off at the Starbucks.”
“God bless Georgia,” I say.
The next morning, I made a stop on my way to the airport so I could pick up Dad’s train parts. The preacher opened the door with a big smile on his face.
“Come on in, son! We’re just fixin’ to have breakfast. You’re welcome to join us if you like.”
I can hear plates clattering from the kitchen. “Thanks, but my flight leaves soon. Maybe next time.” There’s no way in hell I’m going to have breakfast with a preacher’s family.
“Oh, no problem. Let’s getcha squared away then.”
He leads me down a hallway and into his office. Bookshelves full of theological texts, greek transcripts, a half dozen translations of the Bible. And a stack of bright red model train kits.
“Now let me see…your pops wanted the Model K set, is that right?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
He picks up a box and squints at the print. “Ah, these eyes are goin’ downhill quick. Let me put on my glasses.” He opens a few drawers but can’t find what he’s looking for. He calls out down the hall “Has anyone seen my reading glasses?”
“They’re here, Daddy!” a feminine voice calls back.
“Can you bring ’em here, Rose?”
A few moments later I can hear footsteps padding down the hall and a young woman with red hair steps into the office. She’s wearing a modest blouse and bluejeans. The girl who’d introduced herself as Amber the night before freezes when she sees me.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Oh, Rose, this here’s Fred’s son. You remember me telling you about Fred?”
It takes a few minutes for me to recover from my laughing fit.
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