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As usual, Mercedes was perfection. Tonight she had her golden hair gathered in a loose ponytail and her expressive green eyes highlighted with just the right amount of make up to hide the splash of freckles over her tiny upturned nose. Her ready smile welcomed me when I settled in.
“Hello Michael.”
Her red tipped hands moved over the walnut bar before laying the small paper napkin down
“It’s been awhile. Your usual?”
Tilting her head slightly to the left, her smile widened.
“Well…” I smiled back. “… Why don’t you pick me out a good bourbon.”
“Oh my. Are we celebrating something tonight?”
“Hopefully.”
For the first time she made the simple ritual a show for me; polishing the heavy glass tumbler, adding the ice and a quick wink at me as she chose a top shelf bourbon. I never took my eyes off her. The slacks, tight over her round bottom and her loose fitting blouse somehow accenting her holstered breasts. I watched and she knew it. She turned and held my eyes coming back before gently setting my drink in front of me.
“Shall I start a tab?”
“Only if you want me to stay.”
“Always…”
She leaned forward, offering a view of lightly tanned skin and the white lace cradling her breasts, to brush an imaginary something off my shoulder.
“Nice shirt. New?”
“Kind of.”
“I like it, brings out your eyes.”
She was flirting of course, only this time it was more. I offered my best smile.
“Why Thank you.”
She settled back.
“What’s hopefully?”
The smile a bit playful now, green eyes teasing.
“We’ll have to wait and see.”
Now it was my turn to tease. I chuckled before tasting my drink, then turned away on the padded leather stool to look the bar over. It was the usual Thursday night. Several attractive women, some more than others, anywhere between twenty-five and who knew for sure. Definitely upscale. Men in suits, some sans tie and others with their coats draped over the backs of their chairs.
I’d always felt a little out of place here before, but not now. The boots I was wearing cost more than some of the suits I was seeing.
I noticed a few women looking at me out of the corner of their eye. That seldom happened in the past. One extremely beautiful brunette, her strappy heeled shoe bobbing slightly stared openly at me. I smiled softly back, but offered no other encouragement. Tonight was about Mercedes. Nothing else mattered.
At least not tonight.
Mercedes… She said her father named her and her sister after luxury cars. An excellent line for a beautiful woman on the prowl for a man of means. The other line she had dropped over the year I’d been coming here was, ‘A woman can marry a rich man as well as a poor one.’ One almost true, the other not.
Stunning beautiful, twenty-five years old and she had a eight year old daughter. Yes… it was true. No one here knew it. They weren’t supposed to. Her daughter lived in San Antonio with her grandmother. Mercedes real name was Pamela. She didn’t finish high school, choosing the father of her child to live with. That lasted about a year after her child was born when he said good bye and left. When her mother found out she started dancing to make ends meet, she broke their silence and offered to help with the child. Pamela tried going back to school, but was way past that. She even worked at a Publix trying to make ends meet before she fell off the grid until she popped up here in Houston, eventually getting the job as a bartender here.
She was also a Sugar Baby, ‘Platonic Relationship’ only. That little tidbit only came up with my now tech guy doing something called a ‘Reverse Imaging’ search. Her social media was pretty mundane, except for a few pictures of a beach trip she had taken. I had the best bikini pic on my home computer as well as a select few others. He had also set up surveillance goodies in the corporate apartment as per my attorney’s request.
“Another drink Michael?”
She summoned me away from my thoughts, those beautiful green eyes teasing me again as I turned back around. Her hair was now loose, just past her shoulders as she stood closer against the bar.
“In a sec.”
She leaned forward again. I could smell her hair now. Coconut. Her lips were freshly tinted, a darker shade of pink. More inviting. She was good, very good.
“See anything you like?”
There it was, right in front of me. The time was now. Inhaling deeply, I met those beautiful, now inviting green eyes.
“Have you liked the roses?”
She tried to look surprised. But I knew a smart girl like her would have figured it out after T.J. had quietly let her know about my recent good fortune. ‘Not a word’ he had made her promise.
“What do you mean?”
“A dozen long stemmed red roses every evening you’ve worked for the last two weeks… Except for tonight.”
Her eyes narrowed a bit, her pink lips pouting.
“And how would you know about that?”
It was my turn to tease.
“And the large box you received bakırköy escort today. Have you opened it?”
“What if I did?”
“Then you have only one question to answer.”
The pout became a smile.
“Yes… Sunday evening would be nice. Say seven?”
She slid a folded note across the bar.
“I prefer Italian.”
*****
Our first date was great. She looked stunning in the long black evening dress I had purchased. It fit perfectly, showing just enough of her right thigh when we strolled into Da Marco’s and much more when we were driven home. We chatted at first, then talked for most of the evening. Her questions were simple until the second bottle of wine arrived and then they became more probing. She was keeping the conversation about me, tactfully avoiding questions about her past. Our first kiss was over a late appetizer. On the ride home, with the divider up between us and the driver, our petting became more passionate. She set the pace and then stopped it halfway back to her apartment. She slid away just a bit.
“Tonight has been fantastic Michael. This dress fit me perfectly… Can I ask you how you knew?”
“You want to know all my secrets?”
“Tell me this one and I will not ask another…”
She put her hand on my thigh.
“…until next time.”‘
She was mine! Mercedes was peeking out that slightly open door, deciding how far and when she was going to open it.
“I had the seamstress stop by the bar and…”
She covered my mouth with hers. Nothing more was said until our good nights.
On Tuesday she called and asked if I’d like to go on a picnic, maybe Friday morning, say about ten? I paused, getting out of bed and closing the door behind me, went to the living area.
“That’s your busiest night at the bar, are you sure?”
“How touching, you care about my finances.”
“I care about you.”
“You always say the right thing Michael… But I’m not asking to spend the night, just a picnic and the chance to get to know you better.”
A little tease and still maintaining control. A plus in the column for right choice.
“Friday at ten would be nice.”
“What’s your apartment number?”
She was still checking me out. Another plus.
“2812.”
“Byeeeee…”
I saved the number under Pamela. Pamela, I decided I liked that name. Returning to the bedroom, I looked down at Heather, feigning sleep, before kissing her on the cheek.
“Mmmm… Who was that at nine in the morning?”
“Business… Shall I order some breakfast for the pretty Lady, You have a long afternoon in front of you.”
She parted one eye, peeking up at me.
“Coffee and some fruit please.”
Lifting the sheet off her, she sat up before settling on the edge of the bed. Damn, she had some great tits. Putting her wrists on her parted thighs she looked up at me.
“Don’t you ever get enough?”
“Not of you.”
I kissed the tip of my finger and then swiped it over the end of her nose. She smiled before falling back on the bed.
“Last night was crazy.”
I admired her swollen nineteen year old pussy under the neatly trimmed vee. The rust color there and a whole lot of freckles proved she was a true red head.
“You jump in the shower, I’ll order breakfast.”
Rolling onto her stomach, her chunky little ass still showed two of my hand prints still fading, but one was going to leave a light bruise. I wondered how she was going to explain that to her roommates. She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Can I have five more minutes.”
“You can have until room service arrives if you’ll answer the door in just my shirt…
Unbuttoned of course.”
Sighing, she slowly rose and crawled out of bed, collected the new purse she wanted and went to the bathroom. I liked her great little body but knew after her first kid that perfect ass and those double D’s would fall. She didn’t give head. It was time for a new Sugar Baby after at least trying to crack that cherry ass.
‘Mercedes’ was not as option.
Her mood changed to happy again after her shower. Wrapped up in my robe, she chattered away during breakfast about school and how happy I made her. She loved the purse and yes, she found the extra money tucked in the hideaway pocket, ‘Thank you.’ During her second cup of coffee, after she had run down a little, her foot began moving against my calf letting me know she was ready.
“And what do you have planned for today fine sir?”
She ran the tip of her tongue around her lips, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was cute, but I didn’t need cute. Getting up, I reached for her hand.
“Just you, all of you.”
She rose, accepted my kiss and then let me lead her to the bedroom. Posing her in front of the large mirror above the dresser, I opened a drawer and retrieved the small ornate trimmed mirror I had recently purchased. The several lines there sparkled between the small brown vial and three inch sterling silver tube.
“Mmmmm… beşiktaş escort I like it when we get kinky.”
She picked up the tube and quickly snorted not just one line, but two. Tipping her head back, she covered one side of her nose and sharply inhaled again. Looking at me in the mirror,
“Gawd Michael, this is sooooooo good.”
“That’s what you asked for Heather. I just want to spoil you.”
“Mmmm… Consider me spoiled.”
She leaned back against me, lifting her hands to wrap around the back of my neck.
I finished opening her parted robe before cupping the firm, heavy flesh that only a teenager can have. Her large areola had started to tighten while I coaxed her nipples from their center. I knew what she liked and I did it. Tugging, rolling, lightly stretching. She opened her eyes, first admiring the lurid sight in the mirror and then finding my eyes,
“Take me Michael… Just like last night.”
I started kissing and nibbling the side of her neck, dragging the robe off her freckled shoulders. I sucked on her favorite little spot just below her neck slightly toward her shoulder all the while manipulating her now taut nipples. She leaned forward, shifting her hands to the edge of the dresser, tipping at the waist, trying to avoid me marking her.
I teased the line of her spine with the tip of my tongue, occasionally pausing to kiss one of the vertebrae showing there. Lower I went, to the top of her hips. Freeing her breasts from my hands and trailing my finger tips over her belly, then inside the top of her thighs. Reaching deeper, stroking the tender outsides of her swollen folds. Her body trembled as I planted firm kisses over her bottom, first one cheek and then the other. As I searched the the crack between those freckled mounds of flesh, she twisted away and moved to the bed. Laying back on the disheveled material, her hips near the edge, she opened her thighs.
“Now Michael…”
Her look was soulful, her hands extended to me. I stepped between her knees, leaned over her and kissed the tip of her nose, then covered her mouth, teasing the end of her searching tongue. Kneeling between her out stretched thighs, I quickly caught her legs behind her knees and lifting them up to her chest, buried my face into her exposed pussy.
“Noooooo…”
Already wet, I split her open with the flat of my tongue, lapping at the delicate and reddened skin there. She tried rocking her hips away… I pressed up harder under her knees, tilting her sex back and stabbing at her tender opening, tongue fucking the teenaged woman, shifting my attention between her hard, extended clit and the weeping opening I had pummeled twice the night before.
“Oh gawddd, ohhhh gaawwwdd!”
Her entire body tightened. She clamped her thighs around me, hands grabbing my hair pulling me tighter against her contracting hips. Wet warmth spilled over my face and into my mouth, forcing me to focus on her clit. Sucking at the pulsing knot, the warmth trickled down my chin.
She forced my head away from between her rumbling thighs, almost tearing out my hair in the process.
“No more… No more Michael… Please stop.”
I did as she asked, rising to watch her flushed, dampened flesh shaking while she panted beneath my eyes curling into the fetal position. It took several minutes before slowly catching her breath
“S-some water please…”
I went to do as she asked, filling a glass in the bath, confused as to why she was so upset. She had climaxed before, albeit while we were fucking… But never like she just did. I returned to her now sitting on the bed, her knees clasped tightly against her chest. Handing her the water, she refused to meet my eyes. Draining the glass quickly, she handed it back.
“You need a minute?”
She shook her head no.
“Want another line?”
I didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t look like she was ready to do much else let alone continue.
“T-that would be nice.”
For the first time she looked at me. I collected her treat, then handed her the small mirror. The other line was quickly inhaled through her nose. After handing it back, she settled back on her hands, arms supporting her half sitting position. I sat on the edge of the bed, slowing covering her right foot with my hand.
“That was beautiful Heather. I’ve never seen you climax like that.”
She shook her head and sniffed a few times.
“It would have been better if it would have happened while we were having sex… You know, like the usual way, not with you kissing me down there.”
I was no longer confused, the ‘sweet little country girl, trying to make ends meet’ scenario was true. She looked down at her breasts.
“Watch my nipples get hard Michael. My boyfriend used to like watching them get hard when we did lines. Then he’d do me so hard…”
She looked up at me.
“…Like you did last night. Like I want you to do today… now.”
Staring at me, she slowly drew her feet up against beylikdüzü escort her bottom. Wetting her lips, she let her knees fall, obscenely exposing her glistening sex.
“Will you do it now? Take me like you did last night? I liked that Michael.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
Loosening the front of my jeans, I let them fall over my feet before stepping free. As I crawled onto the bed, she took her ankles in her hands and rolling her fingers around them, just above her heels, pointed her toes toward the ceiling.
“Take me hard Michael, make me climax like that again.”
Filling my hand, I moved the tip of my rejuvenated cock through her open, leaking folds, slapping it against the little man in the boat as she groaned.
“P-put it in.”
I paused, looking first into her eyes and then at her tortured little pussy, then back into her eyes
“I want you to do it.”
She blinked, her forehead wrinkling. My words were harsher this time.
“Do it.”
“W-why are you doing this Michael? I’m doing every thing you want.”
“Put my cock into your pussy.”
Shaking, she let go of her ankles before resting her feet wide apart. She shifted her hips, reached down and guided me into her warm, pulsing opening before looking away. I eased forward and was rewarded with a long, low, hiss.
“Yesssss. Do it, do it now!”
I lingered, easing in just a touch more at a time and rolled my hips. She lifted her ass trying to get me in deeper.
“Is this how your boyfriend did it after he watched your big nipples get hard?”
She was whimpering, her hips desperately dancing under me. I knew now. She was telling me. Lunging deep into belly, I eased back and drove forward… again… and again… and again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me tight against her as she thrust that tight, sweet, chunky ass up against me.
The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room as she grunted and tensed, letting me continue to fuck her, the sweet smell of sex wafting up between us, her pussy flooding once more.
I slowed, riding her through her climax and then stopped. Her legs locked around me, trembling, clinging to me. I banged my hips against her, flexing deeply inside. Her feet fell away and then her arms. I rose to my knees.
“Tell me you real name Heather. What did he call when he fucked you like this?”
She shook her head slowly, her neck and chest flushed, her large breasts trembling as she searched for her breath.
“Turn over. You know what I want.”
She quickly rolled over, extending her hands forward, pressing her cheek into the soiled linen. Raising just her hips, I slapped her ass, She cried out.
“Open.”
Her slick thighs glistened, her tight little cunnie red and splayed obscenely. Wasting no time, I mounted my little red headed Sugar Baby… Grasping her hip with one hand, filling the other my aching, wet cock, slowly guided myself inside. A long mew filled the air as she clutched at the sheets. I slapped her right ass cheek hard before locking my hands just above her hips, settling tight against her bottom.
“Your name.”
She whimpered. Moving back and slowly pushing forward again, wriggling to get deeper.
“Tell me what he called you.”
A babbling of soft sounds escaped her lips. I wanted to hear her say it. Drawing back, slapping at the red hand prints growing on her ass, a small yelp, then pressing forward again, grinding into her tightened depths.
“Ohooo…”
Back, slapping her freckled ass hard…
“S-susan… He called me his little slut.”
I knew she struggled with the last word, forcing it out between her lips. She was a toy now, nothing more and nothing less. In a sense she always was. I started fucking her in earnest. Hard, adjusting my hips up and then down, from left to right. Driving into her yielding body. Enjoying the myriad of sounds filling the room. Slapping flesh, her whimpering, gasping, the long groan generated when she came again. Slowing to enjoy her spasms, knowing I’d never feel them again. Watching her hands opening and closing, nails scraping the sheets.
Then she relaxed, her chest and arms sinking into the bed.
I parted the freckled globes, looked down at the tight, some how pink little opening just above my throbbing cock. I couldn’t. She needed something to offer that special some one some day.
I slapped her ass, she yelped. I slapped her once more insuring she’d have to tell her room mates something. Time to finish. I reached down filling my left hand with tinted auburn hair and pulled her head back before locking my right hand above her hip. She didn’t struggle.
“I need to cum now Susan…”
I ground as deeply as I could.
“…deep inside my little slut.”
It wasn’t pretty as I began hammering inside her. I felt the power surge though me as I used this young woman. I released her hair, filled my hand with one of those magnificent tits and tortured her nipple and the heavy flesh. She reached back, not to slow me, but to try and pull me closer.
Looking over her shoulder, her brown eyes hooded,
“Use me you Bastard.”
I was and did. For the next few minutes I finished what I had started. Hard. Powerful. Varying my angle. Never losing my depth. Making a memory she’d never forget.
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