Chapter 10
"Lobster and champagne, huh?" Laura said as the waiter left their table. "Are you trying to spoil me?"
"That's the general idea. If I can get you hooked on some of the finer, more expensive things in life, maybe I can keep you from running off."
"Better not give me too many of the finer, more expensive things in life," she laughed. "Lobster makes me fat and champagne makes me horny. You don't want to fuck a fat woman, do you?"
"Just voluptuous, like you. Skinny women don't do much for me. Seems to me the two will cancel themselves out anyway."
"Oh?" She lifted one eyebrow. "How?"
"Well, if you drink lots of champagne and stay horny, you'll get enough fucking exercise to keep the weight off."
"Always the logical one, aren't you?" she teased.
"No. When it conies to you, I'm apt to do many very illogical things. I want you to move in with me, Laura, become a permanent part of my life. I won't offer you marriage, at least not now. I think we can have a good relationship, and I don't want to spoil it. If you want, I'll sign an agreement giving you a lifetime income, no matter how long you stay. Now, that isn't very logical, is it?"
"No, it isn't," she said softly, trying to hide her astonishment. "I don't want your money, David. I have a career that I enjoy and that provides me a comfortable life."
"You can keep working and save your money. I have a huge house and plenty of money to take care of you in style."
"And you know absolutely nothing about me, David. Would you make such an offer if you knew that I sell my pussy to supplement my income? My willingness to suck your big cock and my ability to take it surprised you, remember."
"Wouldn't matter unless you wanted to continue to fuck for money. However, since you said you don't want my money, I don't think you have." .
"If you really mean that you don't care about my past, you're not like any man I know about. Anyway, I'm not sure that I want to be a kept woman. It wouldn't fit my lifestyle."
"You've just confirmed that you haven't been selling your pussy. If you had, you would jump at the chance to become a kept woman. And speaking of kept women, how about women who marry for security? Those who marry only for money and security are giving sexual favors-and I hate that term-in exchange for that security."
"And a lot of men marry to get a steady piece of ass and a housekeeper. Have you ever been married, David?"
"Yep. Twice. It didn't take. In both cases, before we married, they would fuck at the drop of a hat and they would drop the hat. I like my women wild and adventurous in matters of sex. They would try anything, at least once. After the weddings, they suddenly no longer liked sex and stopped being the same person, doing the things that attracted me in the first place. I gave them a large financial settlement and wished them well.
"After I divorced them, they went right back to their old ways. Even with me. Which makes me think they lied to get money and security. I'm still trying to figure out why they thought they could revert and get away with it. Getting a divorce is too easy."
"So, you've continued to fuck them, huh? What about women with whom you've had a relationship?"
"Most of them followed the same pattern. As soon as the relationship took on even a hint of permanence, they became just like wives. A couple of them said my cock was too big for comfort and politely bowed out. I can understand that."
"So, what makes you think I won't do the same thing? Maybe I'm putting up a front, playing the sexual coquette in order to lead you on. Although I wasn't too hard to get tonight, was I?"
"Not too hard to take, either," he teased. "Could be you're only playing a role, but I don't think so. You're too honest. Practicing law has given me a good insight into people. Your attitude, your manner, are different. You have a very strong sexual aura. I like women, Laura, and need them in my life. I don't like living alone, or being celibate. I especially like you. I think of you as a very good friend, even though we've known each other such a short time."
"What happened earlier told you that I haven't been celibate in a long time, David. As I recall, you didn't have to work very hard to get me into your bed. Didn't you notice that I'm naked under this dress? Do you really want a woman who goes without panties and bra? Do you know what some people call the shoes I'm wearing?"
"Fuck-me shoes, unless I'm more outdated than I think."
"And the way I'm dressed doesn't bother you? My tits jiggle and my ass wiggles with every step I take. Men can't take their eyes off me because they want to fuck me, and woman hate me because their men are making comparisons. Wouldn't I embarrass you in front of your snobbish friends?"
"Not unless you fucked them on the dining table before dessert," he quipped.
"Very funny," she said dryly.
"You don't dress that way in the classroom," he said confidently.
"How do you know?"
"I just know. That isn't your way. You understand the importance of a time and place for everything."
"Do you want me to live with you because you want a convenient piece of ass? Because I don't shy away from your cock? You did say you need women in your life. Not a woman, women, plural. Would I have to sit home and wait until you decided to honor me with your presence, decided that it was my turn to ride your cock? Maybe you're the one who isn't being honest. You've seen how I dress outside the classroom, which would be an open invitation to most men, yet you didn't make a pass at me until today. Why, David?"
"Damn, I hope you never go into law so I'll never have to face you in court. How's your dinner, by the way?"
"Fine, thanks. Pardon my poor manners. I should have said something sooner."
David nodded in acknowledgment. "I like your sharp mind. You have a sharp tongue, too, but I can live with that. Sharp tongues connected to dull brains drive me up the wall." He looked at her and grinned. "How old are you, by the way?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Questions," he reminded her. "Several of them. As long as you live with me, you'll be the only woman in my life. Unless you say otherwise."
"I'm twenty-five. About half your age."
"You were half my age ten years ago."
"So, you're forty. You're quick with figures."
"I have to be. I like your figure best."
"If I live with you, what happens ten years from now? Will you toss me aside for a younger pussy? For that matter, can you keep up with my sexual appetite today? Will you toss me out because I want your cock more often than you can give it to me?"
"Some things you just have to take on trust, lady. All of the questions you asked me could just as easily apply to you. I'm not the stodgy guy you think I am. I'm just cautious. I like you. I like your sexuality. The women who came before you-no pun intended-acted as if they were uninhibited until they felt they had me hooked. Then they showed their true colors. I want a totally uninhibited woman, or one as close as she can get; a woman who will try damned near anything. At least once, anyway. Life can be so damned boring if we let it. I want a woman who knows how to let her hair down and really party. Or one who's willing to learn, if she's not already that way."
"David Butler, you're a damned rake!" Laura laughed heartily, but softly. "I love it. I don't know if I'll move in with you, but I'll party with you. I had you pegged as one of those guys who wanted a woman with the skills of Cleopatra and the innocence of Eve."
"I'm not convinced that Eve was so innocent, but your metaphor is accurate. For some men. As you said earlier, I am different. Some of my most trying cases, no pun intended, involve men and women who accuse each other of screwing around, when that's exactly what they're both doing. Hell, all they have to do is admit they need a little variety and do it together. But, don't get me started, or you'll spend the rest of the night trying to get me off my soapbox."
"I could get you off," she teased. "All I have to do is flash my pussy and you would fall off."
She cocked her head to the side and grinned. "I like you, David. I like your honesty. Now, why don't you take me home and give me that guided tour you promised earlier? We might even find something else to do afterward. The night is young, and I always get so horny and romantic when I drink champagne."
After ten minutes, Laura said, "I don't remember it taking this long to get to your place from the pub. Are you going someplace else first?"
"My place is about five miles out of town. Far enough to be secluded and private, but close enough to be convenient. The pub is on the south edge of town. The restaurant is on the north side. You can tour the house tonight, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the stables and the grounds. I've got three hundred acres of beautiful woods fields to wander around in."
"And horses? You mentioned stables."
"And horses. Do you ride?"
"Not yet, but I want to learn."
He left the car in the driveway. "You've seen the living room," he said, escorting her inside. "And the master bedroom."
"Not really," Laura replied, chuckling. "Earlier, the master of the house was so busy trying to get his cock in me that I didn't have time for sightseeing."
He slapped her playfully on the ass and took her on a tour of the house, ending up in the master bedroom.
"That mirror is too much," Laura said, gazing at the ceiling. "I've always wondered what it would be like to watch myself while doing all sorts of wildly wicked things."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby." He pressed a button on a panel by the bed. "How about this?"
The drapes on one wall, that she thought covered a large window, slid back to reveal a solid mirror, floor to ceiling and corner to corner.
"Wow! Now that's really decadent."
"So is the built-in video camera system. But more about that later. Do you like moonlight swims?" He pressed another button.
"I should have known you would have a pool. And I suppose the house rules forbid swimsuits?" She looked around as a section of the floor, carpet and all, slid back to reveal water. "Don't tell me the damned thing is right here in the bedroom!"
"No. Just a portion of it. You simply swim under that wall and you're out in the main pool. And, as you said, no swimsuits allowed."
"Talk about all the comforts! Any more surprises?"
"You can wander around the next few days and find out for yourself. Shall we?" He motioned toward the water.
They stripped and swam and cavorted in the water for about half an hour. David pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the pool. Laura swam up to him and stood up in water about waist-deep. She leaned forward and playfully bit each of his nipples. One hand settled in his lap, on top of his flaccid prick.
"I seem to recall a certain guy saying he didn't think I could suck his cock," she said softly. "Never let it be said that I backed away from a challenge."
She lifted his big tool and rubbed the tip over her cheeks and lips. She kissed all of the shaft and nuzzled her nose into the thick curls around the base. She stuck her tongue way out and licked up and down the gorgeous hunk of fuck meat. She stripped the foreskin back, gave the head a kiss, licked it, then took the huge knob into her mouth. The shaft began to stiffen rapidly. She could barely get the head between her teeth. Even then, her jaws were stretched to the limit.
He reached down and began to play with her long, fat nipples. "Jack it while you suck," he said, aware that she couldn't get any more of his cock into her mouth. He was happy that she was sucking him at all.
She began to stroke the massive shaft and suck as hard as she could on the sensitive knob. Her oral efforts and his hands on her tits were making her hot again. Hanging onto his cock with one hand, she stuck her other hand between her thighs and began to diddle her clitoris.
He sat up so he could watch as she sucked and jacked him. Few women had even made the attempt to suck his cock. This charming woman was doing much more than just trying-she was accomplishing it. Her hand flew up and down the thick shaft as she gobbled the head of his dick. She worked her lips below the coronal ridge of the well-shaped head, then gradually went a little lower. Her mouth wouldn't stretch the way her pussy would. She would need a lot more practice before she could learn to swallow any more of his monster.
His desire to cum, to fill her mouth, built to the breaking point. His cock swelled, throbbed hard, then his load of jism poured into her mouth. If he hadn't fucked her so well earlier, she would have wondered if he was a jack rabbit. He grunted with intense pleasure as she sucked the cum into her mouth.
His heavy load filled her mouth. She was close to cumming from frigging her clit, but couldn't quite make it. The need was so compelling it made her groin ache. She sucked him dry, released his prick, and smacked her lips. Then she pulled his head down and kissed his mouth passionately.
"That was quite a load, considering that you came twice not long ago," she said. "I thought only young men could cum that much in such a short time."
"Are you implying that I'm an old man?" he teased. "I had quite a load built up. Looking at you, thinking about fucking you excites the hell out of me. Seeing you naked makes my motor run nearly out of control. You're quite an accomplished cocksucker. I saw you playing with your pussy while you sucked me. Did you cum?"
"I couldn't quite make it. You'll have to do it for me."
"My pleasure, lady." He stood and pulled her out of the pool. "Come on over here." He led her to a chaise lounge.
"Don't wait, lover. Eat me now. I need to cum too badly to wait."
He sat her down and put her legs over his shoulders. He slipped his hands under the cheeks of her ass, and buried his face in her crotch. Concentrating on her clitoris, he began to vibrate his tongue vigorously over the distended bud.
Her orgasm began almost immediately. She clung to his head, yelling in ecstasy as his tongue lashed her clit. She had two hard, deep orgasms in mere moments, then relaxed.
"Oh, lordy, lordy, I needed that. I do love to cum."