Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Even worse, I got into it with my buddy Cross. Sure, we’d shared women before, but that shit happened back when we were in college, and dead drunk. But it happened by chance again a couple years ago, and we realized we were still into it. We enjoy ravishing a young female body, watching as she takes dick on two ends. We like squeezing our rods into her hungry holes, cramming her full as her eyes go wide with shock. We like watching her creaminess overflow with our spunk because the fucked-up shit is what turns us on.
Even better, Misty was all of those things and more because she’s a woman with her mind in the gutter, but with the personality of an angel. It’s crazy. I never thought we’d meet someone so sweet and innocent, and yet feisty and sassy too. She gives as good as she gets, and as we watched her get into a car that fateful day, Cross and I knew we’d fucked up.
“Oh shit,” he growled, his blue eyes staring at the back of her head as the vehicle started. “Have we fucked up?”
“We definitely have,” I rasped, my eyes literally tearing a bit as the car begins to move. “But there’s another girl coming in fifteen, and we can’t stop this train. Fuck fuck fuck!”
It’s true too. Candace arrived not ten minutes after Misty departed, and the brunette was slutty as hell, but as dumb as a bag of rocks. This time, however, the lack of intelligence was tiresome, and we packed Candace off within the hour. Then, we canceled the rest of the girls we had booked. Yeah, the original plan had been to fuck as much pussy and ass as humanly possible, jetting spunk into dozens of creamy female holes. But somehow, without Misty, it was pointless. We’d lost our desire for nameless, faceless sex, and thus began the change.
The world didn’t see our transformation because there was nothing to give it away. We went to the same restaurants, and frequented the same cigar bars. We never quit our jobs, and continued to lead our respective firms as Masters of the Universe. But on the inside, a sea change was happening. I stopped going to sex clubs, and stopped dialing the numbers in my little black book. Cross even went to therapy, he was so intent on becoming a better version of himself. The steps we took towards self-actualization were fucking mind-blowing.
Moreover, I have to think that there’s karma in the world because now, after two years of intensive internal labor, Misty’s come back into our lives. It’s as if the gods put her in the right place at the right time, and I’m more than grateful. I’m awed at the timing, the coincidence, and most of all, I’m awed by the woman herself. She’s had our child, and has ripened into a sweet, fertile woman with strength, intelligence, and sass. Actually, she always had these attributes – we were just too fucking dumb to put a ring on it while we had the chance.
But now, maybe we’re getting a second chance.
“Don’t fuck this up,” I growl to my buddy. He nods and smooths the expression on his face.
“I won’t.”
Then, I open the door to my mansion and the curvy girl stands before us. She’s gorgeous, of course, with her blonde hair lying in waves over her shoulders, and wearing a sundress that highlights that big bust, narrow waist, and wide hips. Her long legs end in cute sandals, and she looks at us a bit nervously.
“Hi,” Misty says. “Am I early?”
I shake my head.
“No, you’re right on time, sweetheart. Welcome to mi casa.”
She steps inside and gasps because I live in a ten thousand square foot mansion on the edge of Minneapolis. We’re in a double-height foyer that leads to a triple-height living room decked out with a giant chandelier, priceless artwork on the walls, as well as luxe furniture in soothing shades of grey.
“Hey Misty,” Cross greets in a low voice, his blue eyes taking in every inch of our delectable girl. “How are you?”
“Good,” she murmurs with a sweet smile. “But this place is amazing, Barrett. It’s quite the set-up.”
I chuckle.
“Yeah, it was big when my sons were still at home, but now they’re gone, and I’m rattling around like bones in an empty shoebox. It’s ridiculous. I should downsize.”
“No, don’t!” Misty breathes, her eyes still wide as she takes in the view of the massive lawn and pool outside. “It’s beautiful.”
I grin.
“Thanks, honey. Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?”
She shakes her head before lowering herself to a couch and sitting primly with her knees crossed. Damn, this woman is beautiful. The vee of her dress highlights that generous bust, and I’d do anything to push the fabric aside before latching on to one of her pink teats.