Scott and his Stepmom
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Synopsis: Prick teasers come and go but these gals go overthe top! (M/f, F/m, spanking, BDSM, real, reluctant, serious)
Chapter 1
Carly and Cindy
We attracted a lot of attention in clubs. We lived to go clubbing as oftenas possible. It was a poultice for the ego. Houston had an over abundance ofmen and very few women. The rumored statistics were ten men to every woman.An ugly girl could get lucky every night of the week! With odds like that,we could pick and choose the biggest sucker to spend his money on us.
There was usually a gaggle of boys around offering to buy us one drink . Oncewe sized them up and had our fill, we moved on. "Cheeky and arrogant" wasa phrase that fit us to a T. We were a couple ball busting prick teasers.
My roommate and partner in crime, Cindy, was a big titted blond. From afar,she looked like a walking wet dream on legs. She had long, straight, flaxenhair, BIG blue eyes, and a whopping pair of 40DDs that stood a foot away fromher chest. She could part a crowd like Moses parted the Red Sea. No shit!
Unfortunately, she had a big mouth. Her luscious, thick lips were accessorizedby buck teeth. If she kept her mouth shut, she could get lucky faster. Sadly,that was a lesson she never learned. The only time her mouth was shut was whenit was stuffed with a dick. Her mouth also gave away her crassness and lackof class. She had a roughness about her that emanated from her upbringing onthe streets of Cincinnati. She made no secret that she was a gold digger andout to find herself a rich sugar daddy.
Cindy got herself a job in the best steakhouse in Houston. She had to blowthe owner for the job. Little did she know that he would have given her thejob anyway. Her tits would be as famous as the steaks. Working at the beststeakhouse in Houston would give her exposure to the type of man she was determinedto nail.
On the other hand, I was a career technical engineer for an internationaloil company. Graduated from Georgia Tech, my professors made sure I would makethem proud. They helped me get a great job with an oil company in Houston.It wasn't much of a stretch for me as I was used to being surrounded by menall day long. My ego was in no need of stroking.
A petite minx, I had a wild mane of wavy chestnut hair that framed my delicateface. I loved my hair this way; it was a symbol of my spirit and my crowningglory. Flashing green eyes belied the intelligence behind them. My boyfriendsalways said that my pouty, bow-shaped lips were made for cock sucking. I hada healthy looking body from years of tennis, racquetball, and running. My breastswere not spectacular, but more than a mouthful is a waste.
The first month at my new job, my fatherly boss, Darryl, "talked" tome about the amount of visitors stopping by my office. He was concerned thatit was affecting work. I explained the visitors were principals in the companyand were just checking on my work; I couldn't be rude to them. Darryl quicklygot the picture and we devised a way to work with the situation. Luckily, companypolicy was firm that there is no dating between employees, so I had a legitimateout.
My private life, however, made up for lack of control in my work environment.My private life was just that. Being a single woman who held the net in a seaof sharks was just the thing to wet my cunt!!! The hunt for the cunt was myticket to control men. Cindy was like minded.
The Set Up
One particular night, Cindy and I were flying high, loving life, and dressedto slay. We went hunting at Cowboys, Elan, and then, finally up at Judge'sNight Club. Judges' was "our" place. The name was very appropriateas we felt very comfortable there being judges of the male species. As we observedthe pickings, we determined the following:
• Wimpy, slobbering, grabby men were the biggest turnoffs
• Men who were still there at closing time were desperate leftovers
I was all about the edge, power, and control of men who were:
• Strong and self confident
• Indifferent to my charms
• Able to stand up to my ballsy ways
• Bigger than I
• Strong and silent; "still waters run deep"
• Very attractive in their own way
• Challenging
• Not married
Cindy was all about money :
• Rich, older men with a taste for young girls; they fit the billif they wore a Rolex and flashed wads of $100 bills
• Married, professional men were the safest as they didn't wantany commitments; Cindy always looked for men to make her a kept woman
• Looks didn't matter but the dick size was a major factor; shewould make do if she had to
Cindy's Pick Up
A husky, well-dressed man approached Cindy. He appeared to be about 50 to55 years old. "Is your name 'Angel'?" he asked. He had salt and pepperhair, a thick mustache, and squinty eyes that spent too many years in the sun.Cindy recited her script: "what is your job and how much do you make?" Surprisingly,he didn't walk away like most of the other men did. He told her a tall, Texas-sizedtale. "My name is Klaus. I am a businessman from Belgium on a layoverin Houston." Cindy didn't know Belgium from shit! Personally, he soundedGreek to me, but Cindy was too dumb to pick up on it. Klaus had her enthralled.Laying it on really thick, he uttered the hokiest line ever! I want to spoilyou because you deserved it?. To further clinch the outcome of the evening,he detailed his assets: an account in the Cayman Islands, a cigarette boat,two Rolls Royce's, an apartment in Manhattan and a villa in Mythos. Mythos?!I knew he was Greek!! This guy was slick. As Cindy's beautiful blues got biggerand bigger, his words started slurring a bit. She quickly noticed she had afish on the line. If only she knew that the guppy was her! She was going drivehim back to his hotel room.
Carly's Target
Feeling someone's eyes were burrowing a hole in the back of my head, I turnedaround to see HIM, my target. His heavily fringed dark brown eyes quickly lookedaway as he continued to nurse his beer. There was no eye contact for awhileI couldn't stand it anymore. I innocently tossed my purse in his directionso that it accidentally landed at his feet. I rushed over to pick it up andmy breasts were peeking out of my halter top. As he bent to retrieve my purse,we bumped heads. Our eyes locked and my pussy started to juice.
He was quite handsome. Not quite 6', he was a lean, well muscled specimenwith sinewy arms. His face was deeply tanned with chiseled cheekbones, thick,juicy lips, and a cleft in the middle of his chin. His dark hair was in needof a haircut; it touched the back of his collar. He smelled like Irish Springsoap.
He quickly handed my purse back to me, mumbled something and walked away.That really got my attention. No one walks away from Carly!
After some sober thinking, I launched spitballs at him using my straw. Beingobnoxious is a fallback that usually works for us ball busters. After threedirect hits, he scowled, looked around and caught me red handed. I smiled sheepishly.He smiled back and waved. Success!! Slowly, he walked over to me with his thumbin his jeans and a frosty mug of beer. "How's yourself this evening?" " Whatis your name?" "Richard." Richard was from Glasgow, Scotland.That sounded intriguing. I had a client in Scotland that had the same accent. "Andyours?" "Carly." He looked down and nodded. This guy was nota Belgian Greek.
Decisions, decisions
Cindy's decision
Cindy doesn't usually put any thought into her decisions, she just acts onimpulse. When she decided to take Klaus back to his hotel, she gave me thenod that I was on my own. She was NOT going to walk away from her prey. I realizedthis was one of those nights that a cab ride would be the safest way home.Cindy quickly grabbed her bag and dropped her keys as she fished them out ofher purse. As she bent down, her huge breasts ended up resting on Klaus' thighs.His pants quickly tented. She grabbed onto his dick to regain her balance.His dick was her leash and he was the dog.
Carly's decision
Richard quietly appraised me. I felt uncomfortable being scrutinized and startedto pout. He politely asked me a little about myself; was I married; where didI work; was I alone. I blubbered something; he smiled as if he had the upperhand. The nerve! He never volunteered anything about himself.
I really didn't care to know anything else. He was the challenge. The gauntletwas thrown and both of us had to decide whether I would pick it up or not.
"Do you know the time?" "It's the back of 12:00", he saidwith a charming lilt. I quickly said my goodbyes. "I'll get you home" Richardoffered. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. How could I refuse?
Chapter 2 is on the way!!
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