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I am not part of a âlifestyle.â I am only one of the Bâs in BBC. Iâm allergic to the word hubby. The one tenet I subscribe to is that the only thing better than having you is taking you from someone else.
JeffâOr maybe Geoff, he looked like the typeâsat across from me at a brightly lit coffee shop. The unlucky bastard as the center of this. Clears in a month what I make in a year. Not unpleasant to look at, probably ran track or played tennis. Excellent hygiene. His clothes were expensive but he had a way of making them look mundane, like a store mannequin. Even his hair was a sandy sort of nothing. He was wallpaper.
And he was sitting next to the woman I wanted.
They made a conspicuous pair. Jeff in his $600 polo and the Apple Watch he probably used to track his cardio during sex, and LilyâŚ
To say that she was stunning is a profound understatement. Her brown hair fell in millions of wide, lazy curls just below her neck. She was pale to Jeffâs beige hue. Her lips were dark red and parted in a beautiful, plump pout.
We both had blue eyes.
Where Jeff came dressed to discuss NVDIA share price, Lilyâs big hoop earrings reminded me of the neighborhood girls where I grew up. Her big natural tits were graciously stuffed into a cropped black cami top, the hint of one pierced nipple faint against the fabric. She showed off her flat stomach and impossibly small waist, set against a long black skirt that reached her ankle and hugged her hips. Even while sitting, she couldnât hide the big round ass she carried around. The ass she posted online for the digital abyss to ogle at, the one that I promised myself Iâd claim.
She had a smattering of small tattoos, some stick and poked, all the result of some misadventure or flight of fancy. Where Jeff was ready for an afternoon in the Hamptons, Lily looked ready for a stroll around a cemetery followed by a late night bender around someoneâs 5th floor walk up kitchen table.
They were here to find a Bull.
Jeff asks me where Iâm from. Iâm from here, I think, but I donât answer him.
âJesus Christ,â I blurted out, âYou look immaculate. How do you justâŚexist?â
âWait, you can see me?â Lily joked.
We smiled and held eye contact for a long moment. Wallpaper stayed silent like a good dog.
âYou guys seemâŚâ
âNew to this?â Jeff chimes in.
âIncongruous,â I say.
Yin and Yang didnât fit. They seemed like puzzle pieces from two different puzzles. Lilyâs artist sensibility and grounded temperament, Jeffâs meal prep and aggressively managed crypto portfolio.
Lily leaned forward slightly and scratches an imaginary itch on her neck, flashed a wry smile. âWe were college sweethearts.â
âStill are,â said Jeff.
âJeff got a job offer and I was snorting all the cocaine in Boston and always had dreams of being a writer in the big city and we took a big leap. Been together for 7 years now.â
I did the math. Their profile said they were both 27. I mourned for all the lovers Lily turned down in the past 7 years, all the experiences she didnât get to have.
âAre you really 38? You donât look it.â Jeff asked.
I fixed my gaze on him, for the only time this afternoon, an olive branch and my way of rewarding the good dog for his flattery.
âThank you, generally I avoid alcohol, the sun, and responsibility.â Lily smiled. Jeff merely nodded.
They spoke candidly of not wanting to feel like they were missing out. Of Lily wanting to experience a seduction moreâŚout of step with Jeffâs temperament. Jeff sheepishly grinned when Lily spoke about exploringâŚcuckoldryâŚa word she lowered her voice several octaves to say.
âYouâre not gonna like it,â I said.
âThatâs kind of the point, right?â Lily said with a laugh.
Poor Jeff had no idea what he was signing up for. Maybe Lily did, but even she would eventually be shocked at the depths of her submission.
âI can handle anything,â Jeff said bravely. No he couldnât. Iâd make sure of that.
âLet me ask you a question,â I said to Lily. âIs the experience you want primarily physical or primarily mental?â
She seemed confused. I continued:
âThere is no doubt a million men with baseball bat sized cocks who would be happy to fuck you on camera for your husband to beat his little cock to. Every man in this coffee shop adjusted his pants when you walked in. I doubt youâve ever gone somewhere and not been offered a free drink or a marriage proposal. But if you want to be claimedâreally claimedâyou have to be willing to push yourself, to let me in your head, to give me something youâd never give him or anyone else in a million years.â
Lily blushed a little. I watched her pinch her thigh and she leaned in. âAnd whatâs that?â
âYour submission. And his too.â I never took my eyes off her. She held my gaze and her eyes widened, searching, hanging on to words.
âAre you a touristâŚor are you a good girl?â
There was a long silence. Jeff didnât breathe. Finally:
âIâm a good girl.â
We both smiled. Jeffâs mouth slackened. The words hung in the air as long as we could stand. I felt my cock stiffen.
I gave Lily an almost imperceptible nod in Jeffâs direction. Catching on, she said, âJeff, why donât you grab me a scone?â
âThey donât have scones here.â
âI like the ones from across the street.â
Jeff didnât move. He seemed shocked.
âAnd one for me too,â I offered.
He roused himself and silently slunk out the door.
Lilyâs posture softened. I slid my chair closer to her, held her thigh gently. A tiny whimper barely escaped her lips.
We had texted furiously after matching, bonding over movies and fast food and quipped about starting a criminal enterprise. She said Jeff read her messages on the app but once we switched to text I suspected she no longer obliged him. She sent me a selfie from the dressing room of a department store, glorious sideboob cheekily spilling from a slinky little top. âDo you think I should ask for the next size up?â She messaged.
âIâll block you if you do,â I texted back. âI like when you put on a show for me. Iâd love to try you on in that dressing room.â
She didnât respond for 36 hours. 36 painful hours. I learned later she made herself cum right there in the dressing room, wrapped her hand around her neck while she brought herself to orgasm.
I feared she got cold feet, or guilt at our instant connection. Maybe all she wanted was some big dicked idiot for some cardio, and I clearly was offering something else entirely. It wasnât cheating, but.. maybe it was.
36 hours later, she texted me. âIf weâre going to meet, you have to meet both of us.â
At the table, she put her hand over mine, guided it further up her thigh.
âWould you like to try your first mission?â
She nodded. âFuck, Iâm already wet.â
âGo to the restroom and wait. In 30 seconds, Iâm going to come in and youâre going to pull out your big tits, drop to your knees, take me in your mouth, and finish me there in the bathroom.â
âIâve never done anything like this before.â
âGood, corrupting you will be my lifeâs work.â I leaned in and kissed Lily, moved my hand between her legs, a breath away from her now certainly wet underwear, and took a handful of her big perfect ass with the other. She kissed me back, our tongues flickered softly, just a few moments, but they felt like eternity.
I was hooked, and so was she. I broke the kiss and leaned back. Lily sat, stunned, before mustering all her courage, and smoothed her skirt and rose. She turned silently and headed for the bathroom. I watched her fat ass until she disappeared out of sight.
I sipped my americano, black. Looked at hers, also Americano, black. Then at Jeffâs caramel latte, napkin coaster underneath. I took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom. The door was unlocked. I pushed inside and locked it quickly behind me.
Lily had tried to steal a peak at herself in the mirror, tease her hair, but wheeled around when I came in and caught my eyes, nearly breathless, her courage wavering. We stood in silence for a moment, then:
âShow daddy how good you can be.â
From across the small bathroom, Lilyâs resolve returned. She pulled either strap of her tiny silken shirt away, cupped her hands around her tits, and curled her fingertips under the top hem. She pulled it down.
Lily was stacked. Blessed with heavy, teardrop tits. Perfect, puffy cotton candy pink nipples. The one nipple ring I spied earlier gleamed like water in the desert. She blushed so hard even her pale tits bruised red.
âYou are absolutely fucking incredible. Iâm on fire.â
I loosened my belt, never breaking her gaze. She stiffened a bit, so I stopped too. Finally, she nodded, and inched close to me. With a last burst of courage, she dropped to her knees.
I pulled my cock out and she marveled at it, wrapped a tiny hand around the base, and kissed the tip.
I swelled completely in her hand. âYouâre soââ
âI know. Now show me who the fuck you are.â
Lily parted her lips and took me down her throat, soaked my cock. She pulled back gently, spit cascading from her mouth, and added another hand. I backed against the locked door while she worshipped my cock.
âYouâre bigger than him. Youâre bigger than anyone Iâve ever had.â
âJust wait until I split you open for the first time. If you earn it.â
I tucked one hand in her hair to keep it pulled back, and gripped one of her tits with the other, teasing her nipple and handling her body like it was mine already. Because it was.
âYouâre being such a good girl, taking care of daddy.â She sucked my cock eagerly, violently, like she needed it more than air. I watched myself in the mirror, the back of Lilyâs head bobbing. I reached down and pulled up her skirt and admired her fat ass in the mirror. No underwear. Good fucking girl.
âYou are fucking incredible. I canât believe youâre mine.â
Lily whimpered with my cock in her mouth. She dragged one hand away and greedily slid it between her legs, played with herself while she played with me. I felt myself getting close.
âLet me taste.â
She slid her fingers deep inside herself with a man, drew them out and inched up towards my mouth, never pulling my cock out of hers.
âIâm close,â I said.
She stole a glance up at me, watched as her delicate fingers gingerly entered my mouth. I licked them clean. âI knew youâd taste amazing.â
Lily could feel me pulsing. She put all her focus onto me. I put a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer. I moaned as the tension broke, as I came for her. I came in her mouth, and she greedily accepted it all, whimpering and cooing for me. I was completely out of breath. âDonât swallow.â
We stayed there for a long moment, Lily licking my cock clean, then kissing it tenderly and grinning at every twitch I made. Finally, she rose and collapsed into my arms, her bare tits against my chest. I squeezed her big ass and kissed her neck.
âShow daddy, baby.â
Lily, the pale beauty, opened her mouth to show me my load. âYou are a fast learner. That was incredible. Beyond incredible.â She blushed and smiled, my seed dribbling down her lips. I cleared it with my thumb and licked my load clean, then kissed her gingerly.
âI canât wait to return the favor. Youâre daddyâs girl now, baby. You were perfect. You are perfect.â She shuddered in delight and held me as I held her.
Lily, mouth still full of me, seemed in a happy daze. I kissed her puffy nipples and pulled her top up, smoothed out the hair Iâd rustled. âNow go show him what a mess youâve made.â
I reached the table first. Jeff was back, a pretty box of scones waiting for us. He was on edge but playing it as cool as he could manage. He rose to greet us. I looked him in the eye, with the relaxed gaze of a man who just came in someoneâs soulmateâs mouth. I shook Jeffâs hand. âI should be going. Thanks for the scone.â
Lily sauntered back, a permanent Cheshire grin etched onto her face. She draped an arm around Jeff, who turned toward her. She went up for a kiss. Jeff seemed pleased at the display of affection. Then, she parted her lips and pushed my load into Jeffâs mouth with her tongue. He flinched, nearly crawled out of his skin, a shock of red on his face, but his Ivy League manners forbade him from causing a scene. He turned toward me, equal parts horror and wonder.
âYouâre welcome,â I said. He turned red.
âText me, angel.â
âI will. Thank you for my first lesson, Daddy,â Lily said sweetly. We let our hands tangle for a moment, eyes fixed on each other, before I turned and left. Jeff receded into the wallpaper.
She was mine. I was hers.
I forgot to grab a scone.
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