Chapter 9
Ryan rushed over to Freeda. "Wanna introduce me to your friend?" he asked, his eyes totally devoted to Tiffany.
"Guess it won't hurt. Ryan Clark, this is Tiffany King."
"The pleasure is all mine," Ryan said, taking her hand and kissing it. "Turn off the charm," Freeda said coldly, her hands pulling Tiffany closer to her and away from Ryan. "Tiffany's in no mood to be swept off her feet by the-likes of you."
"Now why don't we let her decide that for herself?" he said, still holding her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I take it you're a friend of Freeda's," Tiffany said just to make conversation. She was attracted to this man, but the disappointment over her inheritance kept her from acting upon her desires.
"I work for her," he said, allowing her to extract her hand.
"And what exactly do you do for her, Mr.
Clark?"
Freeda rapidly shook her head in the negative.
"Odd jobs. Just odd jobs."
Neil Farris suddenly appeared next to them wearing jeans and a baggy sweater. He had a drink in one hand and a dildo in the other. "Anyone care to play?" he asked, waving the dildo in front of Tiffany.
"Leave her alone!" Freeda raged, knocking the dildo out of his hand. "Don't be an asshole all your life."
"What's the matter, honey," he said, closing in on Tiffany. "Didn't you get what you wanted? But I think you did. You wanted my dick a lot more than any old money. And if you're real nice, you can have it again."
Tears welled up in Tiffany's eyes as Neil unzipped his jeans.
"That's enough," Ryan said. "Can't you see you're upsetting the lady? You're drunk. Put your dick back in your pants and go sleep it off."
"And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do at my own fucking party?! "
"Just a friend."
"Well, friend, fuck off. Unless you want to suck my dick?" He twirled his cock in his hand. "Big enough for you, pretty boy?"
"Come on, Tiffany. I'm getting you out of here."
Ryan grabbed her arm and marched her toward the front door. "You don't have to put up with that shit," he said as they made their way through naked bodies.
"Yes, I do," Tiffany mumbled. "He's got my money."
"You can explain that later. First, let's get you into a cab and back to my place."
"Your place?" she questioned. "Oh, I don't care. I just need someplace quiet, someplace where I can think."
"My place it is."
Ryan hailed a cab and they were soon opening the door to his apartment. "It isn't much," he warned, flicking on the light, "but it's comfortable."
"Do you mind if I take a shower," Tiffany asked as soon as they were inside. "I feel dirty."
"No, go right ahead. Bathroom's that way."
"Thanks."
Ryan heard her undressing, heard the whisper of her dress as it fell to the floor. He wanted to watch her, but resisted temptation. He closed his eyes and moaned, his cock ramrod hard.
But the strong allure of Tiffany's body destroyed his resolve. He had to see her, had to know the beauty of her figure in its natural state. She was so stunning that he had to see her naked or die.
He opened the bathroom door just a crack. He watched her behind the clear plastic shower curtain, standing in the tub, washing her body with a sponge. He was overcome by the unbelievable beauty of her large, billowy breasts, her thighs like ivory, her round and jutting ass cheeks. He had never seen a woman quite like her, and his cock thumped out its passion in his bulging pants.
Tiffany washed herself, apparently oblivious to the eyes watching her from the door. The light played over her huge melons topped by delicate strawberries, over her soft belly, down her succulent thighs, and sparkled in the forest of hair covering her cunt. She turned around, granting Ryan a full shot of her shapely ass.
Ryan sighed as he thought how perfectly matched her ass cheeks were, like pears, like ripe, delicious pears.
"Come in," she whispered.
"What?"
"I can see you at the door. Come in and hand me a towel." She kept her back to him as she waited.
"But...I... "
"It's okay. I expected you'd want to see me. I could tell that from the instant we met. Just look at how hard your cock is."
Ryan handed her a towel and felt self-conscious about the boner beating in his pants. He stood in the center of the tiny bathroom, dazed, unable to speak.
Tiffany dried herself, emerged from the tub, and kissed him on the mouth. An electric thrill, almost like a shock, raced through his cock and balls. His hands, reaching for her ass, cupped her lovely cheeks. She shifted her butt in his hands, smiling, letting him knead the soft flesh of her erotic globes.
"I'm glad you invited me here," she said softly. "And thanks for the shower. I feel much better."
"Hopefully, I can make you feel even better yet," Ryan said, returning his lips to hers.
Their kisses were slow and caressing, yet filled with passionate ardor. Their tongues leisurely hugged and stroked as Ryan's hands indulged themselves on her soft, quivering butt.
"I think I could fall in love with a girl like you," he said, pulling away, gazing deeply into her eyes.
"Don't talk of love. Not yet."
Her hands started to unbutton his shirt to get him as naked as she was. She wanted to see exactly what this man had to offer. She was very attracted to his face, and she hoped she would be as equally attracted to his body.
Ryan stood and let her undress him, his eyes leisurely studying her curvaceous figure. He was astounded by the perfect proportions of her tits, by the dip of her stomach, by the promised power of her thighs, and especially by the bulging butt that had felt so soft and yet so firm in his massaging hands. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman and there she was in his bathroom, naked, removing his clothes.
Happiness sang in his ears.
Tiffany quickly had his body stripped, and she found he was even more appealing out of his clothes. He didn't have Mark's rippling muscles nor Neil's enormous cock, but he was certainly handsome in his own right. His muscles felt firm beneath her touch and the dick that stood up to greet her was definitely large enough to satisfy her pussy. Or so she thought. She would know for sure soon enough.
She gripped his erection with both hands and jerked on his stiff stick. His rod was hot and pulsing deliciously as her fingers became familiar with the ultimate muscle of pleasure. Her gaze returned to his face to find him smiling, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted in barely audible moans.
"Fuck me, Ryan," Tiffany whispered. "Right now. Right here."
Ryan was instantly kissing her all over, licking the dampness between her breasts, taking her hardening nipples between his teeth. He clutched her arms, slid up to her shoulders, then caressed down her spine. His fingers dove into the hot, seductive crack of her ass. Her ass was so beautiful he couldn't resist it, his fingers gliding over the silky skin of her twin mounds of exquisite flesh.
Cupping her butt, he dipped down and brought his prick up between her legs, his cockhead tickling the soft hairs concealing her cunt. Tiffany leaned back slightly and his dick advanced, his knob slipping between the folds of her pussy.
Opening her luscious thighs, Tiffany lowered her box. The heat of her cunthole made itself felt against his needy prick. She moved her snatch skillfully in a slow, revolving motion. The warm petals of her pussy flowed around his sensitive cockhead, making Ryan anxious to drive his hard-on into the rapture of her waiting cunt.
Tiffany lifted up on her tiptoes, her back arching. Her twat raised away from his erection, but Ryan's hand swiftly grabbed his wide shaft to align his dick with her elevated snatch.
She spread her legs wider to make sure her pussy was easily accessible to his waiting cock. Ryan explored her gash with his mushroom head until he once again found the entrance to her pussy's interior.
"I'm ready," he said. "Lower down on my dick."
Tiffany's body lowered, sinking her pussy over his firm muscle. Ryan drove his root deep up her cunt as her feet returned to the floor.
The pair stood motionless as each savored the heated euphoria racing through their bodies. They were combined. They were united in lust. They were one.
Tiffany closed her eyes, turned her head and tightened the cheeks of her ass. "Now," she whispered, "move."
Ryan began to stroke inside her, his cockhead penetrating deeper into her hot cave. His shaft felt her snatch tighten around his pumping girth as he stabbed up at her box. He soon developed a rhythm that would keep the excitement alive on his cock but not bring him to eruption too quickly.
His hands gently rubbed her back as her tits played across the furry plane of his chest. Her nipples dug into his flesh and he couldn't help jamming his prick into her pussy at an ever-increasing pace. He wanted to make love to this beauty, but that would have to wait for another time. Her gorgeous body was so arousing that he simply had to fuck her for now.
While passion raged in his heart, lust raged in his thrusting cock. His prick tore at her pussy in a wild, insanely savage speed. His body craved climax with excessive eagerness, stuffing his dick up her cunt determinedly. He drove hard and penetrated deeply, his cockhead smashing against the back wall of her box on each heavenly charge between her clamping cunt lips.
Tiffany responded enthusiastically, her ass twisting, their bellies together, her tits hardly moving with her body pressed so closely to his. Her hips worked against his stroking cock. Every time he pulled down, her hips raised up to increase the length of his spearing thrusts up her welcoming snatch. When he plowed back inside her steamy cave, she dropped down over his ramming dick to force his knob as deeply inside her twat as their position would allow. She loved the feel of his hard length stretching her pussy and pasting her hot walls to his equally hot shaft. Ryan Clark had a cock that any woman would love.
He reached down and raised one of her legs to his hip. Her crotch opened to receive the full power of his greedy lunges into her tight cunt. She couldn't fuck him back any more, or risk toppling them to the floor. She held onto his shoulders and went along for the ride, a glorious ride that had aroused her orgasm almost from the moment his handsome dick had entered her.
Tiffany moaned above the climax steadily building deep within her body. Her insides were pure liquid, sloshing, splashing around each and every one of his divinely stimulating plunges into her steamy depths.
"I love your cock!" Tiffany wailed.
"And I...love...your cunt," Ryan responded with great difficulty, his energies poured into his pumping piston.
Tiffany worked her arms between his so she could plant her hands on his ass. She pressed on his buns to force his body tighter to hers. Ryan's hands did the same, his fingers digging into the soft muscles of her butt. Letting her leg lay along his arm, his fingers worked into her already open crack to fill his palms with the luxurious flesh of her tempting bottom.
Ryan was huffing and puffing as his dick continued to thrust into her pussy, his hips driving his lengthy cock deeply into her snatch. He couldn't bury his entirety within the hot, hugging warmth of her box, standing not allowing the deepest penetration, but his glowing climax didn't seem to mind. His cum bubbled and boiled inside him.
And Tiffany felt the same bubbling and boiling in her liquid depths. Orgasm was approaching at a rapid pace, and her eyes closed in the heavenly bliss of a rushing eruption. Her cunt bounced atop his mighty pole and she relaxed her muscles with the nearness of her climax.
Even feeling its burning advance, release shocked her system. She kissed him hard, groaning her ecstasy into his mouth. Her ass twitched around her flowing liquids, her cheeks moving in such frenzied fervor that Ryan had a hard time holding them.
But that wasn't the only problem. It was also difficult for him, despite the size of his cock, to remain inside her spewing pussy. Her cunt seemed to grow hotter by the second, her scorching walls searing his shaft with the intensity of her climax.
He pulled his mouth away from hers to catch his breath, his hands grappling with her ass, his cock jerking and lifting to keep his smoldering head locked inside her snatch. Tiffany wriggled and writhed around her orgasm so violently that he felt his own climax ebb with the reduced stroking of his dick.
He desperately clutched at her ass in an attempt to quiet the storm raging in her jiggling buns. His fingers clutched and clawed at her cheeks, but she kept gyrating within his grip.
Tiffany couldn't believe the power of her orgasm, her body convulsing around a searing discharge that didn't seem to want to end. Her lava poured out of her depths to wrap his cock in fiery juices. She grunted and groaned, her muscles contorting in spasms of electrified ecstasy. Her pussy clamped around his prick to trap the fierce heat of her climax inside her raging cunt.
Tiffany was near exhaustion when her orgasm finally ceased to flow. Savoring the luscious flames glowing in her crotch, her body went limp in his arms. The glorious sensations cavorting over her flesh left her panting and limp within his grip-Ryan tried to thrust into her hot, clutching cunt, but he made little progress. He yanked his dick out of her pussy, grabbed her by the arm, and headed for the bed.
Tiffany fell back onto the mattress, her legs spread, her thighs trembling from her recent eruption, her wet-haired pussy ready to receive his swollen length.
Ryan was instantly upon her, his dick racing back inside her hot box. His hands pressed into the bed to keep his torso raised above her, his hips angled to drive his cock far into her twat. At last he was able to obtain a much deeper and more satisfying thrust into her snatch.
He stared down at her swaying knockers, at his stroking cock, as he rapidly pumped her pussy with his needy stick. Up and down, in and out, his cock quickly felt the return of his mounting climax.
Tiffany wrapped her legs around his ass to help drive his ramming tool deeply into her body. On the bed, she could now buck against him and fuck him as eagerly as he was fucking her. It didn't matter that she had already achieved her orgasm, she now craved the feel of his hot spunk bombarding the velvety walls of her cunt. And if he could hold off long enough, she just might reach a second climax for his wonderfully stimulating dick.
Ryan fucked her pussy fast and hard, pressing her ass into the bed, nailing her cooze with all his might. Her tight cunthole scraped along the full length of his plunging rod and elevated his excitement. His balls rapped deliciously against her butt as he drove madly into her moist interior, the wild sensations attacking his erection, sending his mind into blissful ecstasy.
His head tilted back, and he growled excitedly as his cum rapidly neared explosion. His hips pumped as fast as they could, his steely shaft easing through her clamping hole, his cockhead nudging the back of her box on each plowing stroke. His knob tingled and itched and blazed atop his thrusting rod.
Fitting together like their bodies were made for each other, they became a duet of erotic motion. They were a love machine made of flesh and blood, steel-like muscles, and unending power. Grinding against one another, the sensual feelings produced by their coupling evoked moans and sighs that grew into deep, desperate grunts.
Within very short order, Ryan came. He discharged, releasing his hot spunk in a series of powerful jets. His cum came pumping out of his sizzling cockhead, flooding Tiffany's cunt, creaming her walls with blazing jizz, sending her into fits of radiant rapture.
Ryan's cock sizzled with excitement as his shaft pounded out its extreme pleasure. Blast after blast of fiery jizz ripped through his tender flesh to splash around her hugging cunt. He had a full load for her greedy snatch and fucked his way through the draining of his balls. His slippery shaft wobbled within the confines of her pussy and stimulated his sensitive knob beyond belief.
Even through the ecstasy of climax, Ryan realized that cumming when his dick wasn't paid for was far more thrilling and much less of a performance. And a lot more pleasurable besides.
His cock spit for a good long while before the end of his climax was achieved. Even then, he continued to stroke his euphoric erection through the sloshing liquids collected in her cunt. His thrusting muscle remained firm as his ass cheeks clenched to keep him driving into her cum-filled cunt. It felt good. It felt warm and comfortable. It felt right.
Finally pulling out of her wet box, he snuggled up next to her, kissing her passionately, letting his hands roam over the soft contours of her tits. But fatigue stilled his hands and all motion ceased.
Cradling each other as if they were long-time lovers, they each drifted into slumber.
They stayed together for two days, roaming around the apartment naked, eating and fucking, ignoring the nearly constantly ringing telephone. Their lust for each other pushed the world aside.
Tiffany talked of love, of living together, of building a life with Ryan. She decided, and Ryan agreed, that she would go back to her apartment, gather some clothes, and rush back to him.
When she got to her sublet apartment, she made the mistake of answering the phone. It was Freeda, and she was furious.
Tiffany just listened until Freeda finally calmed down enough to make sense. Then Tiffany couldn't believe her ears. Freeda had a job for her, but it wasn't exactly what Tiffany thought she might be doing until she received her inheritance. Freeda wanted her to be an escort, her first "job" already arranged.
"Mr. Tifton? You want me to fuck that old guy?"
"I didn't say that," Freeda explained. "He wants you at his side for a small party he's throwing on his yacht. You'll be his escort, but that doesn't necessarily mean you have to sleep with him. That's up to you, sweetie."
"And I get paid just to be seen with him, right?"
"That's the deal. Now, take down the address and be there tonight at 7:00."
"But that's an hour from now!"
"Right. So, you better hurry. There's a hundred bucks in it for you, so don't be late!"
Tiffany hung up the phone and called Ryan, but he didn't answer. She needed the money, so she grabbed a quick shower, dressed in the sexiest thing she had, and headed off to meet Mr. Tifton.