Chapter 9
"Wow, I can't help thinking about the wedding," said Cherry. "That was about the best I've ever gone to. And I was even paid to go!"
Will looked at her strangely. "You make it sound like the society event of the year. They were well off, but they weren't filthy rich."
"They didn't have to be," Cherry said dreamily. Her pussy ached every time she thought of the way Barbara's tongue had touched her-and how she had eaten out the blonde bride.
More than this, she shivered with delight thinking of Garth behind her, his long pecker slipping between her meaty ass cheeks and going all the way up her rectum. The fire that had ignited wouldn't be put out for a long time. She just wished she could have found him again and demanded another try. If he could do that to her ass-hole, what would he do shoved ball-deep up her cooze?
Cherry wanted to find out.
"Any deliveries you have to that house, be sure to let me know first," Cherry said.
"Sorry, Tiffany's already put in a claim for the job. You two must have really liked that place," Will said, shaking his head.
"The house was okay," Cherry said, "but we didn't get a chance to go into it. We were out in the yard."
"Right, in a tent. I forgot." Will frowned. "Didn't realize you were into nature and all that."
"Great lawn, wonderful hedges," sighed Cherry. She turned to face her boss. She was beginning to feel hollow inside again. Will had the very thing that would make her forget the fine times she had at the wedding-if only he would let her work on him a little bit.
"Come on into your office, Will," she said, moving closer. Her hand grabbed for his crotch and gave it a squeeze. "We can do things together that will-"
"Cherry, not now. We've got business to do." Will looked uncomfortable and Cherry wondered what was wrong. She asked.
"I shouldn't be telling you this, but the Fancy Florist Shop isn't paying its bills. We have a lot of business, sure, but the overhead is killing me. How can I think about pussy when all I can worry about is losing my ass?"
"Maybe that's your problem. You can't think creatively how to get out of the hole because you haven't been putting this into another kind of hole. One like this." Cherry turned and hiked her short skirt to show her panties-clad rump. A quick tug pulled the silk down to expose her buns.
"You and Tiffany are too much for me," groaned Will.
"Let me show you what's too much," pleaded Cherry. "I need to get my mind off other things, too. We can forget our troubles together." Nothing sounded better to her at the moment. It had been a couple days since the wedding, and she and Will hadn't screwed since the day before that.
Too, too long. But that was something she would never say about Will's prick.
The phone rang and Will snatched it like a buzzard swooping on a noontime meal. Cherry sighed and backed off when it was obvious Will was talking business. That was all he thought of, she decided. He enjoyed screwing with her, but not as much as keeping the business running.
She looked around the Fancy Florist Shop and decided a guy needed something to bring in the bucks, but he also needed some hot and heavy recreation. Will was getting everything out of proportion. With some good loving, he might do better at bringing in business.
Cherry smiled broadly at the idea she could motivate him to do better by giving him head. Her lips wrapped around that thick plug of cock flesh she'd sucked. Or the feel of his hardness penetrating her and going all the way into her cunt.
The dark-haired woman closed her eyes and ran her hands over the smooth curves of her butt. Memories flooded back of how Garth had slipped his fuck pole all the way up her ass-hole. The carnal heat from that back door fucking was un-like anything she had felt before.
How she wanted more!
Cherry blinked when Will shook her.
"Snap out of it. We've got a huge one."
"You do have a huge one," she agreed, looking at Will's jeans. They bulged, but not the way she had hoped. But she could do something about that-fast.
"Stop it," he said, batting her hand away as she reached for his balls. "I mean, we have a big party to decorate. This is the best order I've ever received. Big, really big. Get Hank working in the back. Call Tiffany and get her in from the deliveries. Get to work. They want it this afternoon. No time, no time," muttered Will, walking away in a daze.
Cherry glanced at the notepad beside the phone and let out a low whistle. She thought the money spent on Ken and Barbara's wedding had been a lot. This was five times that. Will could keep the store open for months and months and never sell another rosebud with this kind of job.
The rest of the day sailed by in a rush as everyone in the shop worked to get the order together. Will even asked Cherry and Tiffany to go home to change into something appropriate for a imagine dress party.
"How do I look?" Cherry asked her blonde friend. She stroked over the sleek lines of her tight-fitting dress. The hemline came to mid-thigh, longer than she usually wore, but far too short for a high society party.
"You'll knock 'em dead with that outfit," Tiffany said, critically eyeing the way the scoop neckline showed off Cherry's tits to the fullest. Fleshy melons threatened to bulge out the top, giving a great view of her creamy tits.
"You're better dressed than I am. That black dress looks super, and I love the way it's slit all the way to your thigh."
"Only to the thigh? Oh, no. The fabric got tangled up. There," Tiffany said, fixing it. The slit opened all the way to her waist, showing she wore no panties, not even a thong. For something that covered most of the slinky blonde's body, this was both provocative and incredibly sexy. As she moved, teasing views of her tan leg showed. And the promise of seeing even more would keep every guy at the party interested.
"Everything's loaded into the truck," Will announced, coming from the back of the store. He wore a business suit with a jaunty flower pinned to his lapel. "Let's get over there."
"All of us?" asked Cherry. "Tiff and I can handle it."
"I'm supervising this one. It means the difference between bankruptcy or staying in business," Will said.
"Whatever you say, boss," Tiffany said, leaning over to sniff at the flower at his lapel. She exposed her tits to him as she moved. Before Will could say anything, Tiffany was out the door and heading for the truck.
Cherry didn't like her friend baiting Will this way, but she knew how frustrating it had been for Tiffany. She had wanted to put out for their boss, and Will kept her at arm's length.
The drive to the mansion where the party was to be held went quickly. Cherry was pleased to see it was in the same neighborhood as the wedding. The people here might choose Fancy Florist Shop over others if word got around that Will delivered.
Cherry found herself smiling and thinking of what else she and Tiffany might deliver. Heck might be at the party. Or Ken and his bride, if they hadn't gone off to Europe or Hawaii to fuck their brains out.
And, Cherry admitted, she hoped Garth would be there. She wanted more of what he had to offer.
"We're hardly dressed for this kind of work. We ought to have worn our grungies," Tiffany complained as she helped Will unload the flowers from the truck. Will only muttered. Seeing there was little else to do, Cherry carried the potted plants and displays into the house.
The place was even fancier than she had thought. Everywhere was marble flooring, oil paintings on the walls, fine furniture. She quickly found the room where the party would be held, a room bigger than her entire apartment.
They set everything up around the caterers, then stepped back to look at the room.
"It's about perfect," Will declared. "Except for that door. We ought to have brought another couple pots of gardenias."
"Go get them. We'll hold the fort," Tiffany said. Cherry saw her friend was eyeing one of the studs working for the caterer. With his strong arms, big chest and slim waist, he had the look of a man who could fuck all night and never tire. And if Tiffany got to him, he probably would.
"Right. You two mingle and drum up business. I won't be gone too long. Only take a few minutes to prepare the flowers, yeah." Mumbling to himself Will left.
"He's losing it," Cherry said.
"And I am sure this is the night I lose my virginity," Tiffany said.
Cherry had to laugh. "I've heard of them transplanting hearts but never anything about transplanting that."
"Whatever gets that guy hard," Tiffany said, walking in a slinky, sexy walk across the room. A few guests were arriving and it would be a while before either Tiffany or her chosen stud were missed. Cherry saw them vanish in the direction of the kitchen and knew they were going there to get it on.
"If you can't stand the heat, don't go in the kitchen," Cherry said to herself.
"Good advice."
Cherry swung around. A wide grin spread on her face. "Garth! You were invited to the party!"
"Invited? Well, you could say that."
"Who's throwing this bash? It really is something special."
"Who? See that woman over there? That's Emma."
"She must be fabulously rich to live here," Cherry said, studying the tall woman across the room. A stunning brunette, Emma moved with the grace and style of a high fashion model. And the peach-colored dress she wore had to have come from some Paris designer. It clung to her every curve and accented the flare of her hips and ass, her long willowy legs, and even managed to show off a pair of tits about the size of firm apples to good advantage.
"She's stunning," Cherry said.
"I think so," Garth said, "but there is another woman in the room who is even more desirable."
"Who? Where?" Cherry looked around for the knockout Garth mentioned. The few guests who had arrived were all older and none of them, in spite of their imagine clothing, qualified. Compared to Emma, they were drab and dull.
"Here," Garth said, moving behind her. His hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed. "Here is the loveliest creature in the room."
Cherry closed her eyes and was taken back to the wedding and the way he had reamed out her ass. The same feelings built within her again. Even to the heat around her anus, it was all coming back to her.
But it was only memory. She wanted the real thing.
"Where can we go? Just for a few minutes," she said, her tits rising and falling with excitement. The dark-haired woman could hardly contain her rampaging emotions.
"You mean you only want a quickie? I had thought we might stretch it out a little longer."
"I'll stretch this out a little longer any time you want," Cherry said, moving closer to Garth. Her fingers stroked over the swelling in his pants.
"Over there," Garth said, pointing to a door near the hallway leading to a broad staircase.
Cherry thought he meant they should go up the stairs to the second floor. An empty bedroom would be perfect for what she had in mind. Garth had different ideas. As she passed the door to the coat closet, he opened it and pulled her inside.
The closet was larger than she expected, but it still restricted her movement. She wanted to thrash about, to moan and enjoy the feel of his cock racing in and out.
"Suck on it," he said. "You can't let it go untended after your come-on."
Willingly, Cherry sank down and found her skirt too tight. She had to hike it up around her waist to kneel in front of Garth's fly. She ran down the zipper and gasped at the sight of the one-eyed monster leaping out. Without hesitating, she clamped her lips around the purpled head of his dick and began sucking.
The man moaned and sagged back against the closet wall. His hands roamed over her head, stroking and guiding her in the rhythm he most wanted.
"Go, baby, go. You give great head."
The words excited Cherry. She loved the taste of his pecker. The hardness throbbed with life under her tongue. Her lips kissed and caressed and sucked and gave pleasure to both of them.
She even snared a tiny drop of pre-cum that beaded on the tip of his tool.
"No more. If you suck any more, I'll get off."
"There's nothing wrong with that," she said.
"I want you to get even more from this," he said, reaching down and taking hold of his fleshy stalk. He pulled it away from her eager mouth and then let Cherry stand. He pulled her forward. With her skirt hiked up around her waist, her pussy was exposed.
His hand ran over her gash and felt the moistness there.
"You want me," he said. "You want me bad."
"Yes, Garth, yes." Cherry put her arms around the man's neck and leaned against him. His fingers stroked over her bare legs and tugged at the thong bikini she wore. He pushed it to one side of her fleece-rimmed sex hole. And immediately his bulky cock homed in on the superheated target they both wanted hit.
Cherry gasped as he penetrated her fully. His cock sailed up into her pussy, never stopping until their bodies crushed together. Once hidden all the way up her fuck tunnel, he began grinding his hips in a slow circle. He stirred his cock against her most sensitive flesh.
Cherry thought she would come apart with the pressure mounting inside her. Sucking his dick had been good, but this was better. His thick plug of man flesh filled her to overflowing.
"Fuck me good, fuck hard, hard!"
He tormented her by not obeying. He withdrew from her twat slowly. Inch by inch, the man pulled his cock from her clinging cunt. A lewd sucking noise aroused Cherry even more as the cock slipped free.
Her pussy lips quivered from the blood pumping into them. She reached between her legs and pressed down hard on her clit. The tiny pink bud trembled as much as her body.
Cherry threw her head back and groaned in ecstasy as he fucked back into her. With an excruciating slowness, he fucked in and out. Every inch of his prick sent tremors into Cherry's body. She tensed around him and felt the big blue vein on the top of his shaft. It throbbed with every beat of his heart.
And the sides and head and all of his cock-she felt it all as he slowly buried himself and then pulled back.
"Faster," she pleaded. "Burn me up with your cock. Do it, do it!"
His hands caught her tits and squeezed. She continued to diddle her own clit. And his cock. It teased and tormented and fucked her with such a leisurely pace, she was pushed over the brink of orgasm.
Clinging to him, Cherry shoved her hips down to take as much of his cock into her pussy as possible. He kept moving at the same pace, even when orgasm racked her slender body. Cherry started to cry out in passion, but Garth's lips locked on hers in a deep kiss. Muffled, confined, she struggled to thrash around.
Pinned in the small closet, his cock fucking her like a machine, everything came together and Cherry let the cum rip her senses apart.
She slumped against him, limp and wrung out sexually. There had been none of the wild, frantic fucking she had wanted. But it had been great. Being in the small, dark closet had made her feel all tied up, and the way Garth had fucked her with such deliberation had given her a bigger cum than if they had been in a huge bed.
"That was super, Garth. I-" She stopped, her eyes widening when she saw that the man hadn't gotten off. His cock was as long and stiff as when he had been hidden away in her pussy.
"No," he said, as she reached for his knobbed organ.
"Why not? I want you to enjoy."
"Hush," he said. "I liked that. And we're both going to love the second course. Come on."
With that, Garth opened the door and peered out. He jerked on her hand and pulled her from the closet. Cherry tried to pull down her skirt to cover her snatch, but the man would have none of it. His prick bobbing at full staff and her bare beaver exposed for any to see, they rushed up the broad marble staircase to the mansion's second floor.