Escape To Luxury
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Park gingerly stretched and stood as the other passengers in First Class filed into the aisle of the jetliner.
His shoulder was still numb, thanks to a temporary blessing from modern pharmacology. The Toradol would wear off soon, he thought. Plenty of pain to follow in the morning. Thank god for the bye week ahead.
The x-ray at the stadium had been negative. In the long term, that news was worth a bigger celebration than even the victory over the Vikings. A more serious injury would have dampened his mood considerably. Especially as his agent began wrangling with ownership in the off-season for a new contract.
So much bullshit, Park thought, as he hiked through the concourse. This used to be a simple game.
He found his bag on the carousel and made his way to the exit to ground transportation. Three big uglies – half of the offensive line – turned around to face him as he walked toward the automatic doors. Wiggs’ face broke into a giant grin.
‘Helluva grab out there, Park City,’ Wiggs said.
‘Oh, hail, yeah!’ Dunlap joined in. ‘Great catch.’
Park smiled and stopped for a minute.
‘Sure sat those fans back down on their asses,’ he said wryly. ‘Helluva game all the way around, boys.’
They stepped into the cold November night, and Park scanned the long line of cars at the curb for Angela’s SUV. No sign of it. That’s weird, he thought.
He walked a little farther and reached for his phone. A dozen congratulatory text messages – most from Wasserman, his agent – announced themselves with a chime. Before he could swipe to Angela’s number, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
‘Park City stud man,’ she said. ‘What a fuckin’ catch!’
He turned around more slowly than he wanted to, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She worried enough about him already.
Angela stood in front of a gargantuan SUV limo, stiletto heels planted on the sidewalk, shoulder width apart. She was draped in fur, her long black curls vanishing into the folds of the coat. Park beamed and took a step toward her.
Angela smiled back and opened her coat. Her big bare breasts drew double takes from the handful of travelers rushing to get out of the late-night cold. The silver rings in her nipples gleamed in the light from the airport’s lampposts.
She closed the coat again quickly, with a naughty giggle.
Holy fuck, Park said under his breath.
‘Hi, Papi,’ Angela said. ‘Wanna go for a ride?’
‘Oh, baby,’ he growled.
She seemed to glide into his arms and find his mouth with hers all at once. He held her tight as they kissed, enjoying the thrill of her warm naked body sneaking out of the fur again, snuggling against his chest, grinding against his hardening cock.
She kissed him four times before pulling away, finally, laughing and grabbing his hands to lead him to the limo. Park winced, and Angela frowned.
‘Oh, Papi,’ she said. ‘You’re hurt! Come on … come on inside. Let me heal you.’
He followed her into the warm, softly lit cabin of the giant car. A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a bucket of ice. The satellite television was muted, tuned to SportsCenter. Park stopped for a second, just in time to watch his catch on the highlight show.
It was a red zone pass play called 180 Glide. Wide receivers flew toward both corners of the end zone, drawing a swarm of defensive backs with them. From his tight end position, Park ran a quick slant route and reached up in heavy traffic to make a one-handed catch at the 8-yard-line. He faked his way past a linebacker, then sprinted like a motherfucker – 21 feet for the touchdown.
Angela slipped her hands around his waist from behind, grabbing his cock in her beautifully manicured fingers. She was naked now, the fur coat lying in a pile at their feet on the floor of the limo.
In an exaggerated Spanish accent, she began the game she loved to play.
‘Hola, senor,’ she said. ‘Are you a football player?’
Park laughed and cleared his throat.
‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said. ‘I reckon I play a little bit every now and then.’
‘I hear that football players have big dicks,’ Angela cooed. ‘Do you have a big dick, senor?’
‘I reckon it’s big enough,’ Park said.
‘Big enough to fill my throat?’ Angela asked.
‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said.
‘Big enough to fuck my fat tatas?’
‘Well, I don’t about that. Them’s some big ol’ titties.’
She laughed and playfully swatted his ass for going off-script.
‘Big enough to fuck my juicy pussy?’ she asked in a low sexy purr. ‘And to spit a load of hot cum all over my face and titties? Big enough to satisfy your slutty mamacita?’
Park could feel her soft breasts at his back and her warm breath on his neck. She found his belt and jerked it open, then pulled down his zipper, making sure to run her fingers along his stiff rod.
‘Sit, Papi, sit,’ she whispered. ‘Let me suck your big cock.’
He slumped gratefully into the soft leather seat. Angela poured two glasses of champagne and handed him one. Then she hit the intercom button to speak to the driver.
‘Hello, Miguel,’ she said, half-singing. ‘Roll us around the lake for a little while, please – and no peeking!’
From the other side of the limo wall, Miguel grunted his assent and put the car into gear.
Angela dipped her long burgundy nails into the glass of champagne, then tweaked her nipples with the cold wine.
‘Mmmmm,’ she said, sticking her tongue out to lick her big left tit. ‘Makes me so fucking horny.’
Then she fell to her knees and tore off his pants. Park’s big rod looked like a tree bending in the wind. Angela flicked his cock hole lightly with her tongue … then grabbed just the head of his dick between her lips … then swallowed his meat completely.
Her guttural moans and slobbering were so loud Park closed his eyes for a moment to better enjoy the nasty sounds. She stayed in constant motion – licking, kissing, swallowing, drooling. As the spit ran down her chin, she slapped her fat tits with his fuck stick.
‘My Papi is so fucking strong,’ she said. ‘So fucking fast. So fucking hot. Let Mamacita take care of you now, baby. Give you a hot fucking ride in my juicy pussy.’
She sucked his dick again, and Park ran his fingers through her dark silky hair. He could see the lights of boats on the lake as Miguel slowly drove along the waterfront. Big snowflakes floated and swirled past the windows of the car.
Angela looked into Park’s eyes and licked his cock with a lewd smile. He growled appreciatively.
She studied his face for signs of pain. Even on a television screen 500 miles away from the game, she had noticed things that no one on the sideline had seen.
Park had blocked Lomax hard on an off-tackle play near the end of the second quarter, then stood up tentatively, rubbing his shoulder. Even with three states between them, a big two-syllable word had flashed into her brain and Park’s at the same moment: Contract.
He shook his head at the trainers as he jogged to the sideline. Don’t be stupid, Papi, Angela had thought. When he joined the huddle after the kickoff that started the second half, she sighed with relief. He’s numb, she realized. But he looks OK.
And then … the catch. With just under a minute to play. Angela screamed and jumped off the sofa, scaring the hell out of Puss and Boots, her crazy cats.
She didn’t think of ordering the limo until almost an hour after the game ended. She had never done anything so spontaneous and extravagant, but the late-season road trip had left her lonely. And horny. She called her gal pal Jasmine, who often coached Angela and other players’ wives and girlfriends on how to keep their boys happy.
‘Miguel is good,’ Jazz said. ‘And discreet. Get as nasty as you wanna be, girlfriend.’
They had laughed together before hanging up. Nasty as I wanna b
e, Angela thought. Girl, you have no idea …
She cradled his nuts in her long burgundy fingernails and drooled all over his dick.
‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, Papi,’ she said. ‘Suck that big cock deep inside my soaking cunt. Ride you hard and wild and cum all over you. Then I’m gonna lick my pussy cream off your meat.’
She stood up and stretched her naked, voluptuous body like a cat. Park groaned. This was her game, her passion, her raison d’etre. Some women throw themselves into fine cuisine. Others explore wines and vineyards. Angela loved dirty sex. She watched porn, read books and created secret worlds for the two of them.
‘Just for you and me, Papi,’ she had told him several times. ‘A world of two people. And my big tittles and my hot pussy and your delicious cock. Where no one else can see. Where we can be primal and nasty and love each other. Where you can fuck me in all of my holes.’
She spread her legs and climbed onto his lap, then reached down to finger her juicy twat. With a lascivious grin, she leaned forward, gently resting her forehead against his. She brought her wet fingers up to his nose.
‘Mmmmm,’ she moaned. ‘They smell good, don’t they, Daddy. Like Mamacita’s dripping pussy.’
She stuck out her tongue and slurped her finger. Park eagerly sucked the other one. Then Angela grabbed his rod and stuffed it into her fuck hole. She humped him furiously, the sound of her sloppy pussy and their raw panting filling the cabin of the limo.
Park grabbed one of her nipple rings with his teeth and gently tugged.
‘Oh, fuck me, Papi,’ Angela said. ‘It hurts so good when you do that. Eat my big titties while I ride your dick.’
She bounced on his cock like a cheerleader. Park palmed the cheeks of her butt, and worked a finger up her tight asshole. Angela went wild.
‘Oh, yes, Papi!’ she hissed. ‘YESSSSSSSSS! Fuck my asshole while my cunt fucks your meat!’
A new wave of endorphins rushed through Park’s body. He heard a strange noise – almost like the grunt of a beast and realized an instant later the sound was coming from deep inside his own chest. His groan grew into a roar as they fucked, and Angela got caught up in the wild abandon.
‘Fuck me, Daddy!’ she cried. ‘Fuck me with that big ol’ Daddy dick! Bang my filthy hole. Give me that rich bubbly fuck juice!’
He’s got to be getting close, she thought. Cause god knows, I am.
She ground the bump of her clit into his hard tool, and their fucking took on an urgency of its own. Their bodies raced into the snowy night. For you, Papi, she thought. All for you …
But even as she gave him her soul, her pussy was clinging to a wave that splashed and filled every cell of her being. She was cumming all over him, helpless to do anything but hold onto his strong arms.
‘Fuck, Papi, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!’ she cried. Park couldn’t help but smile as she literally rode through her giant orgasm. So fucking gorgeous, he thought. So completely unleashed.
She fell against his chest, her hair damp with passion, her eyes softly weeping. ‘For you, Papi,’ she murmured. ‘For you, for you, for you.’
Park held her tight, inhaling the scents of fine leather, perfume and pussy. He watched the snowflakes cartwheel past the windows of the limo. His cock ached. It was stiff as iron and soaked from Angela’s cunt. He reached down and stroked himself roughly, kissing the top of her head as he jerked off against her soft skin.
Angela sat back on a seat facing Park, opened her eyes and licked her lips.
‘Beat it, Daddy,’ she whispered. ‘Beat that fucking dick.’
He managed to stand up – no easy feat in the moving limousine – and with his left hand, grasped a rail on the door beside Angela. His cock was only a couple of inches from her pretty face, and she could smell her musk. She spread her legs wide, giving Park a panoramic view of her swollen hole. Then she caught the bobbing head of his cock in her mouth and slathered his rod with her tongue.
Park was holding the rail on either side of her now, and Angela took over for her man. She sucked his cock like a sloppy drunk, enjoying the taste of her cunt and the distant roar growing in Park’s chest.
She spat on his dick. Once. Twice. Three times. A river of saliva dripped from her chin.
‘Give me your fucking load,’ she said. ‘I want it all, Papi. All that hot fucking gravy. All over me. Give me that goddamn feast.’
She opened her mouth wide and Park fucked it as it were her pussy.
‘Take it,’ he gasped. ‘Take it. Eat it. Eat me. Aaaaaaaaah!’
He exploded deep in her throat with all the fury of the storm that swirled around the car. His semen ran freely over her lips, down her chin, all over her bouncing jugs. She smiled at him and blew a bubble, then played with the goo on her fingers.
Park staggered backward and fell into the seat behind him. They sprawled their limbs and sat facing each other, panting in the soft light. Angela scooped up a glob of his cum with three fingers and made a show of tracing a path down her glorious body into her gaping twat.
She fucked herself with soft moans and purrs. Park urged her on.
‘Hola, senora,’ he said. ‘Do you like football players? Do you like football players with big dicks?’
Angela closed her eyes but couldn’t repress her smile. What a goofball.
‘Si, Papi. Si!’
Park lowered his voice to a growl.
‘You like my big hard cock, don’t you, Mamacita? You like my big swollen nuts banging your ass when I’m slamming into your hot pussy. You like my thick gooey cum all over your pretty face.’
Angela gasped and fucked herself hard, her fingers making squishing noises as she thrust in and out of her swollen hole.
‘Oh, god, yes,’ she cried.
‘You like the way I bite your nipples? The way I tug on those slutty rings with my teeth? You are such a nasty girl, Angela. Such a hot, beautiful slut for your man. Just like the way you loved my finger in your tight little asshole. While you bounced that juicy cunt of yours onto my big fuck pole.’
She was writhing in the leather seat, practically dancing as she diddled her clit and jammed three fingers in and out of her pussy.
‘That’s it, my beautiful angel. Fuck that sexy hole. Makes my cock so hard, watching you all over again. God, you turn me on.’
Angela’s moans were becoming shrieks and cries. He knew she was falling over the edge once again.
‘Feel my dick, Mamacita! Cum all over your fingers! Make me want to fuck you all over again!’
Her orgasm was different this time, like the gliding feel of the luxury car. It wrapped her in a cocoon of tingles and uncontrollable shudders. Her big tits jiggled as she shook. Park jumped into the seat beside her and cloaked her long fur coat around her.
He held her tight, kissing her hair. They curled up together and lay still. Eyes closed. Listening to their hearts beat like thunderclaps above the low hum of the limo.
Angela kissed his pec and looked up at him, her face still wet and sticky.
‘You’re a fucking mess,’ she said.
‘Oh, really?’ he said. ‘Have you seen a mirror lately?’
They both laughed. Then she pushed herself into a sitting position.
‘Check this out,’ she said.
She reached over a few feet and opened a small thermal cooler. Her hand disappeared for a moment then came back into view, holding a warm, wet washcloth.
‘Who’s your baby?’ she asked.
‘You are,’ he said. ‘You’re awesome.’
Angela wiped her face and breasts clean, then reached inside the cooler and produced another cloth. Park reached for it as she scooted toward him, but Angela brushed away his hand.
‘No, Papi,’ she said. ‘Let me.’
Park sat back and enjoyed her loving touch, washing him gently. After each wipe, she bent down to kiss him softly. After she finished, she covered him with a giant fluffy towel. Th
en she finished cleaning up herself and put on one of his jerseys. She poured themselves another glass of champagne, and they sipped in silence for a few minutes. Just enjoying the ride.
‘So what’s Wass saying?’ she asked at last.
‘Oh, you know Wasserman,’ Park said. ‘According to him, we just saved the damn planet. The good thing is, you know he’s hitting the owners with everything he’s got. That touchdown just made his freakin’ Christmas.’
‘Ha,’ she laughed. ‘I’m glad he’s on our side.’
Miguel continued his trek through the snowy night, around Lake Sutton.
‘What a long, strange trip,’ Angela said. ‘Nine years, three teams and we’re worried about where we’ll be next year. Then, one glorious play and we’re fucking our brains out.’
‘Crazy ass game, babe,’ Park said. But his mind had been wandering along the same path. He stared out the window. What a beautiful ride, he thought. A chauffeur-driven lap of luxury. Even if it’s for just one night.
Angela put her head on his shoulder again.
‘One helluva fucking catch, Papi,’ she whispered. ‘One helluva fucking catch.’
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