Chapter 2
The wind, tearing through the open window, woke Tiffany King. Her eyes slit against the effects of the sun, bright and orange in the morning sky. Then she grinned at Gregory Davidson, still asleep in the narrow bed. She shifted her voluptuous body and lay back against the pillows, trying to recapture the events that had brought her up to this moment. But things were a little unclear.
Her feet hit the cold floor and she wondered why a man with Gregory's money didn't have carpeting. Looking around, the entire apartment was half-assed and shitty. A lot of cheap plastic or other ancient schlock, none of it new and none of it matching.
At least the apartment, while small, was located in a decent neighborhood. Furthermore, there'd be no trouble taking over the lease from Greg. She'd soon be out of her hotel, no tips, no more eating out every night, none of that shit. However, once her inheritance came through, she would find herself a place better than this, or at least with better furniture. But it would do for now.
"Are you going to make coffee?" Tiffany asked.
Greg was sitting up, fumbling with his coarse brown hair, a sort of sheepish smile twisting his boyish face. "Someone needs to. My head is pounding."
She noticed his belly, as white as the underside of a bloated fish, and remembered the night before. They were dancing in a spot somewhere off Eighty-Sixth Street, and as he clutched her in a tight embrace, the roll around his middle wobbled.
"What's that?" she had asked.
"My reserve energy," he had told her.
"Is that so? Well, you've been keeping it in reserve far too long."
"Oh, how witty."
There had been more dancing, a bit too much drinking and some heavy necking in his convertible. All this with a man she hardly knew, but whose apartment she was taking over. He was tall, in his thirties, a stockbroker or something like that, and on his way to Europe for a three-month vacation. He also thought he had a way with women under a Manhattan moon.
She had agreed to spend the night with him, but had warned him that she had little experience with men. He had scoffed at that, claiming her routine was old. Either way, it didn't matter to him how many men she had fucked, he had only asked that she not hand him a line of bull.
"With that body! Honey, I'll give you all the experience you can handle!"
"Look, you better take me back to my hotel," she recalled saying to him, even if it meant jeopardizing her getting the apartment.
"To hell with that!" He was teetering on his long legs, stumbling around the living room as though he didn't know which way it was to the bedroom. "Let's pretend we haven't made any excuses to each other and just get to bed."
"I'll take the couch."
"No, you won't."
"All right then, you take the couch."
"Maybe you'd like another apartment."
"Don't be a bastard."
"Don't be a bitch," he said, eyeing the proud contours of her large breasts. "Even if you are fresh from the sticks, you knew the fucking score. Crissakes, look how you behaved in my car! There's only one end to all of that cock teasing. Remember, I didn't drag you up here. Your hotel's not that far away."
She nodded, knowing he was right. And she hated women who teased. With the nod of her head, Gregory maneuvered her into the bedroom. He started to undress, and she did the same. She wasn't sure she wanted to fuck him, but in his condition, petting might be all he was up for anyway.
Tiffany felt safer when she glanced at his naked crotch. His dick was hanging down limply, looking lifeless and of little threat. He looked down at his soft cock, too.
"Damn it, Tiffany, baby, what's wrong? Is it you or me?" He studied her legs, his brown eyes traveling up past her full calves, seeing how they went all the way up, curving into dreamy thighs and then richly endowed ass cheeks. He stared, almost hypnotized by the incredible loveliness of her exciting, stark naked body.
Drinking in the sumptuous curves of her gorgeous figure, his dick began to lift away from his dangling balls. Slowly, little by little, his cock fought through his drunken state to turn itself into a wanting erection.
Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed and Greg moved in front of her. She leaned forward, plucked the cigarette from his mouth and crushed it out in an ashtray. Her nipples trailed across his arm, and he trembled from a sudden rush of needy lust.
"Are you all right?" Tiffany questioned.
"Yeah," he said, his passion growing as his cock began to throb. Her ripe, uptilted tits were full and large, and his hands instantly closed around them. But her boobs were so large, he was unable to swallow them with his hands.
Cigarette smoke hung heavily in the air, forming a haze before their eyes. He fanned it away with an impatient gesture and sat down beside her. She slid next to him, rubbing her silken body against his until he was aflame. But when he tried to kiss her, she thrashed her hips about and skillfully avoided his embrace.
"No," she said flatly.
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"No."
"Okay, maybe you'll do something else then."
Tiffany lay back, her long hair fanning out against the pillows. She studied Gregory with half-closed eyes. He cupped the twin mounds of her tremendous knockers and her mouth opened in a breathy sigh.
He rolled on top of her, his legs forcing hers to spread, and his mouth lowered onto one of her tits. His tongue circled and teased her growing nipple until it firmed beneath his gentle strokes. Then he moved to the other, his mouth sucking her hard little peak between his lips.
He worked from tit to tit, his hips rocking, his cock playing in the soft hairs covering her cunt. While everything he was doing to her body felt stimulating and arousing, she felt no love, no passion for the naked man between her legs. And that was always what was missing. She had fucked before, but that's all it had been. Sex without love.
As Greg concentrated on one heating breast, his hands lowered to her crotch. His fingers toyed with the lips of her cunt before slipping into her valley. She squirmed beneath his heavy body as lust grew in her pussy.
He fingered her snatch until her clit responded to his touch. Her tiny prong hardened and began to pulse, to ache for more heated action. But Greg wasn't interested in anything but fucking.
When Tiffany felt his fingers poking at her pussy's circular entrance, she knew he was just sizing her up before stuffing his dick inside her. She didn't resist his manipulations, her body craving the attention even though her emotions would go unsatisfied yet again.
A couple of quick jabs with his finger and Greg opened her twat for his cock. Parting the concealing folds of her pussy, his dick found its way into her soft, wet slit. His dickhead felt cold against her entrance, his knob smeared with his natural lubrication. Bumping against her hole, she relaxed to let his prick climb inside her.
He lay his head against her chest as he pushed his cockhead into the tight ring of her cunt. Easing forward, his cock slowly pushed deeper into her steaming snatch. She gasped with the introduction of his erection, as she always did, the feel of her hole stretching around a hard cock a stimulation she truly enjoyed.
Once within the grip of her cunt, his hips suddenly dropped to propel his dick. His shaft glided through her expanded circle until their crotches were one.
Since Greg was not particularly huge, Tiffany raised her knees to better angle her pussy for his average dick. She felt his balls rest within her ass crack and knew she had all she was going to get. His cock felt comfortable in her pussy, his dickhead barely kissing the back of her cunt, and his fuck was going to be a pleasant journey.
Sighing, moaning, Greg's hips began to pump his cock in and out of her gripping ring. His pulsing prick moved slowly within her velvety snatch, booze robbing him of his normal virility. He tried to fuck her faster, but the energy just wasn't there.
Tiffany knew instinctively that if he maintained his present pace, she'd spend the rest of the night waiting for him to cum. And the size of his dick certainly wasn't sparking her orgasm. She took over.
She spread her legs as wide as they would go to guarantee the deepest penetration possible, and attached her hands to his fleshy, hairy ass to hopefully add a little more power to his thrusts. She bucked her hips up from the bed, slamming her crotch into his, her hands pressing firmly down on his wobbling buns.
This was new to her. She had never fucked a guy before, had always been fucked by one. Before tonight, she simply had lain back and let her man drive into her cunt, her body offering little more than a tight receptacle for a ramming prick. She wasn't sure what else to do.
She pumped her hips in a steady rhythm, faster than Greg could manage, but still wasn't receiving the stimulation her orgasm required. If she wasn't going to cum, she decided to fuck him faster to just get it over with.
As she picked up the pace, Greg came to life. His head lifted off her breasts, his hands pushing against the bed to drive his dick more firmly into her twat. His butt clenched beneath her pressing palms, and while he didn't fuck her pussy any faster, he was reaching in further. Even lifted above her, his belly still jiggled against hers.
Her tits rocked on her chest as Tiffany kept her hips slamming against his crotch. It felt terrific to be fucked, but she couldn't help wondering how much better it might feel if she was actually in love with the cock thrusting into her cunt.
Greg leaned down to kiss her, and she turned her head. His lips connected with her cheek, his mouth slobbering over her skin.
"Fuck it then!" Greg yelled, trying to raise himself higher, trying to fuck her pussy faster, trying to ram his erection more deeply into her cunt.
His quickened pace lasted all of three strokes. Then his head returned to her chest, his body covering hers, his hips slowing once more.
Tiffany moved her hands onto his back and wrapped her legs around his body, her feet against his ass. She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could around his pumping organ, hoping more pressure would make his dick release its load. Without the excitement of her own rising climax, she was tiring. She wanted Greg's dick to spurt and slip out of her cunt so she could go to sleep.
She clamped down on his dick and Greg cooperated. He panted against her breasts, his ass cheeks tightening again. Tiffany squeezed and pumped.
When Greg's hips stopped moving altogether, his planted prick gave up its treasure. He grunted around his climax, his cock firing into her snatch.
Tiffany was amazed at the glorious fire erupting in her cunt as his spunk splattered against her pussy's sensitive walls. She gasped with each blast from his spurting dick, her twat jiggling with the intensity of the stimulation bombarding her flesh.
But as abruptly as it had begun, it stopped. Her hips became as idle as his dick. She savored the heat of his cum in her pussy, of his rigid prick filling the entrance to her cunt, before rolling him off her body.
But that was last night. Now, as he padded about the kitchen, making coffee and slipping bread into the toaster, Tiffany wondered if she would have trouble getting rid of him. She had an appointment with her lawyer, but that was hours off, giving Greg enough time for another fuck if that was on his mind. The only factor in her favor was that he had to catch a plane sometime around noon. She glanced at her watch on the night table. It was barely ten.
She got up and headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind her, wishing for privacy from a man she barely knew.
"How's it going in there?" he called from the kitchen.
"Fine. Why don't you take a shower."
"Why? Do I smell?"
She snatched a towel off the rack, held it to her naked body and appeared in the doorway, smiling sweetly. "Well, no, but you want to look presentable when you land in France. Americans already have a bad enough reputation in Europe these days."
"Fuck reputations! What I want and what they want are two different things. And you know what I want, baby, so come here."
"Oh, lord, not again!"
"Yes, again."
"I was drunk last night."
"Not that drunk. I'm not the sort to force a girl to fuck, but there are a lot of guys in this city who would. Don't tease the way you do if you don't intend to put out. That could get you in a lot of trouble."
"Thanks for the warning, but I can handle myself."
"You think so?"
Greg lunged at her, spun her around and dumped her on the floor, all in one swift move. Her legs were parted and bent and he was atop her cunt before she could protest.
"Relax and enjoy, Tiffany."
Her lush, flexible body arched under his. The worn linoleum scraped against her ass. His fingers were digging deep into the solid flesh of her thighs while he maneuvered her into the missionary position. She shivered, her body bucking as he tried to poke his dick into her cunt.
Greg had plenty of energy this morning, un-like last night. His hands pushed against her shoulders to keep her pinned to the floor as his erection rubbed against her gash. Up and down, his rigid prick worked between the petals of her pussy. Her legs flopped, but she couldn't wriggle away from his heavy body.
"God, you're beautiful," Greg said, his dick still stroking along her slit. "Sure wish I could remember last night!"
Tiffany struggled, but he was too strong for her. Since she had fucked him the night before, she wasn't sure why it seemed so objectionable now. Perhaps she had been drunker than she thought, or maybe he just looked less desirable in the daylight. Either way, she continued to resist, squeezing her cunt the best she could to keep her hole a tight circle and unavailable to his dick.
With his hands occupied, Greg lowered his hips to get his cockhead lined up with her pussy's hole. His knob drooled and he was ready to fuck, but his dickhead was so slippery it kept sliding up her valley instead of driving into her hole.
His hips pumped harder and faster, his cockhead probing and slipping, her gash now as slick as his dick. Try as he might, he just couldn't get his erection stroking into her snatch.
"Oh, fuck! No!" Greg cried.
His hips pumped even faster and Tiffany felt the thickness of his cock surge between her gripping cunt lips. Then she felt the heat of his climax as cum erupted into her pubic hair and dripped onto her skin.
Greg grunted above her, his eyes closed, his cock stroking against her slit and spurting hot spunk into her bush. She relaxed beneath his spraying dick, his load draining onto her body and not in it.
When he finished, he rubbed his dick in his own cum and stared down at her smiling face. "If just touching your pussy with my dick caused that much excitement, I can't imagine what it must have been like to really fuck it."
"Well, you'll just have to imagine. If you don't hurry, you're going to miss your plane."
When he let her up, Tiffany fled the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom to wipe his cum off her cunt. Hardly a word passed between them after that. He showered, got dressed, picked up his bags and left for the airport. Tiffany showered, too, to get ready for her appointment with her lawyer.