Alien Visit
Chapter 3
We left the clothing behind that needed to be altered and took the rest with us. I opened the trunk of the Phantom and tossed Pieter's purchases in. With the key fob, I closed the trunk. We drove away from the parking garage, but not before Pieter gave me a kiss that left me dizzy. His pheromones were making me crazy. I wanted to pull to the curb and suck him off. The thought of pulling him into the back seat and fucking him to death also crossed my mind.
"You're very bad!" I exclaimed. "You turn me on so much every time I'm near you."
"Open all the windows in the car," Pieter directed. "That should help dispel my pheromones enough for you to drive without distraction."
He was right, but I didn't have to like it. I wanted to fuck with him NOW!
"You know I'm going to fuck you to death when we get back home," I smiled over to him as the breeze whipped through the car now that the windows were open. It was a warm day, but safe driving had to take priority over air-conditioned comfort.
We passed through the security gate into our little community of ridiculously rich people and drove another three blocks before turning into the driveway. The garage door crept up as the car approached. I pulled inside, rolled up the windows, and popped the trunk. Pieter walked around to the rear of the car and gathered up his purchases.
Inside the house, I pulled Pieter toward the master bedroom. "Shouldn't we put these away first?" he asked.
"No way!" I insisted. "Your ass is mine for the next hour at least. The new clothes can wait!"
Pieter laughed and allowed himself to be led and then de-clothed. I quickly shed my clothes, too. After pushing him on to the bed, I elevated his legs and stuck my tongue up his ass and kissed his ass lips. I moved my head aside just enough to deeply inhale the scent of his maleness that was concentrated between his balls and legs. I snorted his pheromones on one side and then the other. My head was spinning with lust and I had to satisfy it.
"Grab the lube out of the night stand," I directed. "You're about to be bred deep and hard."
With a big grin, Pieter complied. He pulled his knees hard into his chest. "Get it!" he insisted with a laugh. "Your reward awaits!"
I was crazy with sex fever. I wanted to stay at his ass eating him out while sniffing in more pheromones. But, my dick was so hard and insistent that I had to penetrate him with more than my tongue. I rose to my knees and pressed my thick, black dick into him. He groaned with pleasure as did I. The deeper I got, the more we cried out with joy. Finally, I was all the way in and my dick jerked automatically. "Fuck! I love your ass," I sighed. "And I'm supposed to be a bottom!"
"Fuck me!" Pieter insisted. "I need your big dick pounding me senseless and spraying your baby gravy way up in my tunnel."
I leaned in and kissed him. His pheromones hit me again. I remembered that his face and neck were other hot spots for pheromone release. They didn't compete with his crotch, but it was enough to send me into a frenzy of deep thrusts and more cries of pleasure.
"You feel so good wrapped around my dick like this," I groaned. I was balls deep and didn't dare move or I'd nutt for sure. He started to massage my dick with his ass muscles, but I held him hard against my crotch. That only delayed the inevitable slightly. "I'll nutt if you keep doing that!" I cautioned. It made no difference. Within 10 seconds of sliding my hard dick into him, my balls signaled the massive climax I'd been trying to avoid. "Ah, FUCK!" I shouted and plowed him hard and deep. Waves of pleasure crested over me as my dick fired and fired sweet cream into him.
"Yeah, like that," Pieter moaned with pleasure of his own. "Fill me up!" My hips thrust and pounded against his ass, trying to flatten it so I could fuck him deeper. His hard butt deterred my need to go deeper, but didn't stop my hips from racing from one climax peak to the next. He pulled my head down and kissed me savagely. I inhaled another hit of pheromones and fucked him harder. My climax was waning, but I couldn't stop fucking. He didn't want me to stop, either. His big hands on my black cakes urged me to keep up a fast fucking pace. "I want MORE!" he begged.
"I'm tapped out," I sighed, but still couldn't stop my hips from slamming into his hungry ass. A few seconds later, I felt that familiar tingling in my dick head. "Or not!" I bellowed. My dick kicked and I felt more jizz rocket out of the head and into his well-coated ass tunnel. I hadn't nutted twice in a row since I was with Marshawn and he fucked it out of me in one of our marathon sessions.
"I knew you had it in you," he grinned up at me. "And now it's up in me," he laughed. "I wasn't sure your species could get a double nutt, but now I know you can."
"I've only done it a couple of times, but only as a bottom, never as a top," I sighed contentedly. "Your pheromones saturated my libido to the point where I couldn't control my sex drive."
"When I really want to mate with someone, my pheromones get more potent," he admitted. "You didn't stand a chance."
"I didn't want to stop breeding you," I said. "Did the pheromones really overwhelm me?"
"Probably," he agreed. "But, each person reacts differently. You wanted me really bad and I wanted you. The combination of two driven men weighed heavily on what we just did."
I pulled out slowly and then rested on the bed beside him. He looked over at me and smiled. "I need some ass in my face," he grinned lecherously.
Sitting on his face, I wiggled until his tongue found my hole and his lips munched on my ass lips. Leaning over, I pushed my face between his legs and started felching his hole while inhaling his pheromones deeply. This time, my need was getting fucked. His tongue in my ass made that decision very clear.
But, his hard, fat dick pressed hotly between my chest and his abs. That left no doubt what he wanted to do next. He pushed me on to my back and shoved my knees into my chest. His mouth returned to my ass and resumed eating me out. I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him deeper between my black cakes. "You eat me out better than any man ever has, even Marshawn," I crooned. Is his tongue longer or is he just more skilled, I wondered. It made no difference which (if either) was correct. I knew he was very good at it.
"As much as I enjoy this, my dick has been sending me urgent signals that I can't ignore any longer," he whispered coarsely. "I gotta fuck and breed this magnificent, black ass."
"I'm not stopping you," I greedily replied, staring at his enormous, pink dick. Precum drooled from the massive head. I leaned over and licked off the clear, sweet nectar and then tried to suck more out of the long, hard tube.
He pushed me away. "As much as I love your mouth on my dick, this load goes up your ass, Baby," he smiled. "And I'm really close to nutting. I think you need to sit on this to take it all."
I had thought the same thing. His dick looked longer and thicker than I'd remembered. But, I'd had the same words said to me when I'd tricked with the same guy more than once. Even Jennifer sometimes commented on how much bigger I seemed than her memory recalled. However, it was never voiced as a complaint by any sex partner.
Straddling Pieter's narrow hips, I lowered my black ass over his upright organ. My hands on my spread cakes welcomed him inside. "We'll need lube if you're ever gonna take all of me," Pieter suggested. "Besides, I need a short break while you apply the lube or I'll spray my load on your ass instead of inside it."
After the lube was applied, I resumed my descent. The thick, bulbous head spread me open slowly. I leaned forward and kissed Pieter's neck. A strong hit of pheromones relaxed my ass and I cried with pleasure as more inches disappeared up my eager hole. I finally felt his pubes brush against my ass lips. Relaxing more, I crashed down on his crotch, swallowing the last inch of his magnificent phallus.
"Yeah, B.J., give me that black ass!" Pieter groaned. "You are far better than I ever thought possible when I was watching you and Marshawn. I know that makes me sound like a voyeur, but I couldn't help myself. Nearly every time I watched you take his huge dick, I started sucking my dick. And I tried to time myself so that I nutted when he did."
I interrupted him. "CUMMING!" I yelled. Pieter had been fucking me in long, deep strokes for less than a minute. It had been less than five minutes since my double nutt. This man knew how to make me nutt whenever he wanted. I couldn't hold back no matter what dick deadening thoughts I could conjure up. In a flash, Pieter's mouth was on my dick and half the shaft. I erupted in a big, creamy load. I could hear him moan around my dick as he sucked on me. At the same time, I felt his dick swell inside me. That fullness was quickly followed by a rapid series of jerks that signaled his climax deep up my love tunnel.
Moans of pleasure vibrated around my dick as he swallowed more volleys of my load. But, I think the pleasure was emanating from his climax up my butt. I have no idea how he was so flexible that he could suck me off while breeding my ass. But, I didn't care how he did it. I'm overwhelmed with pleasure that he did.
Pieter's mouth moved off my dick and he lay back on the mattress. His hips continued fucking me. I didn't feel any jerks of a continuing climax, but I did love that monster in my ass, giving me more time riding his big dick. He pulled me down for another kiss, but this one wasn't frantic like the last one. This one was the conclusion of warm love-making. I could do this for hours, I decided.
His dick eventually wilted and I pulled off. But, before I could move to the bed beside him, he laughed, "No, you go back to the position where you started." I wondered what he meant, but he pointed to his mouth and I knew I was going to sit on his face and he would felch my hole. I smiled back at him and resumed the earlier position.
Well seated, I leaned down and sucked on his flaccid, but large, long dick. Slurping the nutt off of it, I savored the flavor of his cream. It was different from any man I'd ever sucked off. I'd noted it before, but now I took the time to decide what it was that made it different. It was as creamy as other men's spooge, but it had a sweetness that wasn't sugary, but more like ripe apples without the tartness. And there was a distinctive background note that reminded me of herbs de Provence with just a hint of lavender. As much as I loved getting fucked, I was determined to blow him next time. I wanted the full load tickling my taste buds. After a short nap, we showered and dressed.
I made a pot roast dinner with a side salad of fruit. And the fruit was pretested to be sure that Pieter didn't have a reaction to it.
The next morning I made him an omelet with herbs de Provence, bacon crumbles, and shredded cheese in it. He loved it and asked for more. I made another one for him and one for me. "Do you think you detect a taste of your dick gravy in the omelet?" I asked after he'd demolished the second omelet.
He thought for a moment. "I see what you mean," he mused. "There is a subtle flavor note of my juices in this. I don't recall that you saved some of my cream," he laughed.
"No, that all went in my stomach and up my ass," I assured him. "But, when I blew you last night before we went to sleep, I thought I detected herbs de Provence in your delicious man jizz. So, I thought I'd include that herb mixture in your omelet this morning to see if you agreed."
"Yes, I agree," he smiled mischievously. "But, I think my cream tastes better after I fuck your ass and eat it from there, rather than sucking myself off like I did for three years in my space craft."
I glanced at the clock. Those two real estate people wanted to look at one of my listings at 11 a.m. I needed to shower and get dressed. I reminded Pieter of my previous appointment. He asked, "Men or women?" I answered one of each. "Okay, just like yesterday, you need to scrub well and brush your teeth with vigor. You remember how Jennifer was when she came over." I nodded. I remember all too well how crazy she was to get my black dick deep inside her. "What about the man? Is he gay?"
"I have no idea. I've never met the guy," I replied. "But, I'll clean-up for him just in case, too." I paused for a moment of reflection. "Oh, what about the Phantom? Your pheromones are all over that car!"
"With the windows down, most of the pheromones flew out the window. However, you should be aware that my pheromones only linger for about an hour after I've been at a location. But, the car was closed up in the garage, so they may not have completely dissipated. Drive the car for a few miles with the windows down. That should resolve any lingering pheromones. You'll know when you get in the car whether more or less miles will be required."
In the shower, Pieter watched as I scrubbed. When I opened the shower door and grabbed a towel, his pheromones assaulted me. "I've turned you on, haven't I," I laughed. "My hard dick detected your sexual scent."
"Yeah, you have," he admitted. "It was a mistake to be in here watching you naked in there. I wanted to jump in and have my way with you again, so my pheromones spiked. I'd better leave the room."
I tried to stay out of his pheromone wake, but I'm not sure how successful I was. The reaction of the agents will prove or disprove my hypothesis. Meanwhile, I'd drive with the windows open a little longer than I'd anticipated.
The property was in a gated community and I had the pass to get in, but the agents didn't. We'd agreed to meet at a shopping mall, in a particular store. Both were waiting for me when I arrived. "I hope you haven't been waiting long," I said as I approached the woman I knew. The man with her was about 40, but in excellent shape. His suit fit him very well, but not without showing off his well-toned body. She wore a summer dress that was also flattering.
"We've been here less than a minute," the gentleman volunteered. "Your timing is perfect."
"Excellent," I beamed. "My car is just outside. Shall we leave now and I'll tell you about the property as we drive to it?" They agreed with the itinerary and joined me in my car. The windows had been rolled up, but I'd parked beneath a tree. The parking lot at this end of the mall was nearly empty. Gratefully, I saw no reaction to any lingering pheromones by either agent that Pieter had left behind on the upholstery or on me.
As we drove the next ten minutes to the estate I'd listed, I gave them the highlights. When we got to the gate, I handed each of them a notebook with laminated pages describing the estate with pictures. The price, property taxes, and association fees were shown on a separate page. I'd also included the names of companies used by the current owner as groundskeepers and housekeepers. Further, I showed the names, addresses and phone numbers of the current staff, which included a handyman and a chef. The new owners could decide which, if any, of the people would be kept on. Most of the people in this income bracket had their own staff that they brought with them to a new home. However, it was also possible that the new owner didn't live close to this listing, so the staff for their current home wouldn't want to travel this far.
I parked in the driveway and escorted them up to the front door. Inside, I walked into the kitchen first as that was generally the most important selling point. With notebooks in hand, I let them wander through the rest of the house. Outside, we took in the view and the grounds. I pointed out the outdoor kitchen and seating areas. The pool was large and inviting. Large trees provided wonderful shade, but didn't obstruct the view.
The entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows rolled back like huge patio doors and into supporting walls that featured some very nice art. Those expansive windows existed on all parts of the west facing part of the house, including the master bedroom.
"Any wiggle room on the price?" the gentleman asked.
I thought that was totally gauche of him, but I smiled and replied, "I'm doubtful. The owner knows what this property is worth, and it is newly on the market. However, make an offer and I'll present it, unless it is a ridiculous one," I smiled sweetly, not meaning a syllable of what I said.
"And the furnishings, including the art work?" the lady asked.
"Negotiable, but not included in the price," I replied. "I know that some pieces would never be included as they mean something very personal to the owner."
"Of course," they said in unison.
"May I take another look around?" the woman asked. "This home is magnificent and I want to include all the features in my report back to my prospective buyer."
"By all means," I smiled. "Take all the time you need." I secretly wished that they'd be quick about it. I wanted to get back to Pieter and take a few more turns on his dick. However, this is my livelihood and I had to be accommodating. I relaxed in the kitchen on one of the upholstered chairs while I waited. This was a fabulous home. I hoped they saw it the same way I did and would describe it lovingly to their clients. The current owner had made it very clear that he expected me to be at every showing, even if the prospective buyers weren't my clients. Besides, I was the only one with the key to the house and the pass to get through the gates to the community.
Ten minutes later, they were back in the kitchen. "I've called my client and he is very interested in this property," the lady said. "When would it be convenient for you to help me show the property?"
"What is convenient for your client?" I deflected.
"Well, he's only in town in a couple of days, so he'd like to see it this afternoon, if possible," she admitted.
"Of course," I replied. "Do you have a time in mind?"
"He said any time, but let me call him," she offered.
I noted that the other agent was busily talking to someone on his phone. He animatedly described the property and that there was another interested buyer. If she wanted this estate, she'd better move on it today. With a smile, he hung up. "She can be here in an hour. Does that work for you?"
I nodded and turned to the woman agent. She'd just finished her call and said that her client was available at 2 p.m. I acknowledged her request. "I'll take both of you back to the mall. I'll meet your client there in about 45 minutes," I said to the male agent. "And I'll return by 1:45 to escort you and your client to the estate from the same location at the mall," I said to the woman. "Does that work for everyone?"
They smiled and nodded their agreement. I began to wonder if I'd priced the house too low when I'd listed it. However, I had an excellent appraiser whom I knew that was on top of the market and had never steered me wrong in the past. Besides, after seeing the estate, neither prospective buyer might want it. I wouldn't know until they'd seen the house and offers were made.
Back at the mall, I thought about getting something to eat for lunch, but Pieter and I did have a late breakfast, so I wasn't really hungry. However, I did call him on my personal phone from my business phone to tell him that I'd not be back until at least 3 p.m., but probably later. "Find something to eat in the cupboards or refrigerator. I'll make us dinner when I get home," I said.
"Let me try to make something for us," Pieter countered. "I was thinking of pasta with some white sauce and some bacon or ham in it. And I'll make a fresh salad, too."
"Pull some Prosecco out of the wine fridge when I call to let you know I'm on my way home, and you have a deal," I responded. "Chill a couple of champagne glasses in the freezer, too."
The female client arrived on time. She was a woman in her 50s, but was trying to look like she was in her 30s. Clearly, she'd had a lot of "cosmetic" work done, and it wasn't all on her face. Her chest was too perky, but her blue veined legs belied her age. Her hair was a fashionable mess, but I thought she looked like a street walker with far too much make-up. If her dress was supposed to be fashionable, it didn't flatter her at all. However, I kept my catty comments to myself and greeted her warmly.
I drove them to the gated community while they sat in the comfortable back seat, reviewing the notebook I'd prepared for potential buyers. She sniffed at the décor as gauche, but decided that she could fix that with her "fabulous decorator" who was "such" a good friend. I nearly hurled, but kept my demeanor polite.
Inside the house, she checked out the kitchen first, moved to the outside entertaining area, marveled at the view, and worked her way into the bedrooms. The private library she thought would be changed to something more fun like a wine room. "Who needs stuffy, old, dusty books?" she prattled on. From that comment, I doubted that her IQ reached room temperature. I'd dealt with these entitled people before and knew they thought they were God's gift to the world, but they were really classless buffoons. No amount of money could fix that.
Despite my instant dislike of her, I was cordial and helpful where I could. But, she did like the place and conversed with her agent in the rear seat of the Phantom while I drove them back to the mall.
"I hope to hear from you soon," I addressed the agent. I thanked the prospective buyer for her time and hoped that she could see herself living in the estate. I meant not a syllable of what I said. However, if hers was the only offer, I'd still present it to my client. He could always say no, just because she was a harridan.
I still had 30 minutes before the next client arrived, so I walked through the mall and found a bottle of cold water to buy and drink. My stomach was beginning to send me signals that I was hungry. I ignored them. I'd be home soon, and Pieter was preparing something delicious. From here, it was nearly 30 minutes to get back home. That gave him plenty of time to prepare dinner. Even if it weren't enough time, I could kick back and enjoy a glass of Prosecco while he finished dinner preparations.
The client that the woman agent had promised arrived five minutes early. He was bringing another man with him. I wondered if the second man was a person who would give him on-the-fly estimates to remodel what he thought might need to be fixed. However, I was wrong. He introduced the second man as his husband.
"We've been together for nearly 40 years and legally married for four," he beamed.
"Congratulations," I smiled. "That's amazing. Not many straight couples can say that they've been together that long. Shall we go to the estate now?"
In the car, the couple sat in the back and the agent sat next to me in the front. She'd handed my notebook of specifications and pictures of the estate. They were reviewing it avidly. A few questions were asked. I answered all of them easily.
Through the gate and to the estate we drove. In the driveway, I escorted them to the door and opened it. "Oh, MY!" breathed Ryan, the older of the two. "This is spectacular."
"And that view!" his husband, Steve remarked. From the front door, you could see clear through the house to the outdoor entertaining area and the gardens beyond. They strode purposefully through the house and into the gardens, bypassing the entertaining space near the outdoor kitchen. "The view alone is worth twenty million," he gasped.
They stood looking at the horizon for several minutes before their agent nudged them back into the house with a descriptive dialogue of the kitchen. "I love how open this is," Ryan remarked. "The kitchen is beautifully done and I love the double cooktops. A commercial-grade refrigerator/freezer, double ovens, two microwaves, and two dishwashers make it very functional."
"And a pot faucet right over the cooktops. What a great idea!" Steve added. "This is going to be a great kitchen to cook in. I even like the granite. I wouldn't change a thing. What about you, Ryan?"
"Perfect, just the way it is," he agreed. Let's check out this room over here," he suggested. They headed for the library. "Yes, I've always wanted a perfectly appointed library. This rings all the bells. Oh, is there a wine refrigerator in the kitchen? I forgot to look."
I indicated a large glassed-in space next to the butler's pantry. "All we have to do now is fill it with delicious wines," Steve smiled. "We have really pedestrian tastes in wine and bubbly," he admitted. "But, we like what we like."
"I agree," I said. "I've had some wines that were hundreds of dollars and I didn't think they were better than the ones that were $30. It's all about personal taste. Who cares what the snobs think!"
They moved on to the master suite with the amazing space in the closets and the beautifully appointed bathroom. "This will do nicely," Steve smiled. "And the California King bed shows that it will fit in here without crowding everything else."
"I noticed that there is currently a staff that works at this house," Ryan said. "We're great cooks as you can tell by our waistlines, but we'll still need an occasional gardener and a housekeeper to clean up our messes. And I saw that there are recommendations for tradesmen as well. Assuming we buy the house, could you arrange for interviews with them? Although we won't need the chef, I do want to talk to him about his services for special events."
"I can arrange that," I promised.
"Now, let's talk about the furnishings and art work," Steve interjected. "Is that part of the sale price?"
I told them that it wasn't and that the current owner had some pieces he'd want to take with him for sentimental reasons, but that would leave everything else up for negotiation. "If he doesn't strip the place, I'm sure we can arrive at a mutually agreeable price for everything else," Ryan observed. "We'll discuss the details later, assuming we want the house and we put in a successful offer."
At that moment, my phone chirped. It was the agent with the female client. "Excuse me a moment. I need to take this call. Take your time and check out the rest of the house or go back and look more closely at what you've already seen."
I answered the call, exchanged some pleasantries, and got down to business. "My client would like to offer the asking price, with the stipulation that she'll pay $500,000 additional for the furnishings and art work," he said.
"I'll ask the owner what he thinks, but I'm going to tell you that the art work alone is worth $500,000. However, because you're offering full price, I'll still ask the owner's opinion of your offer."
Promising to call him back after I received the official offer by messenger on Monday morning to my office, I stipulated that the owner wanted 48 hours from the receipt of the paperwork to consider all offers. The female agent gave me a knowing look. She knew that there was another offer on the table. And she knew that I wouldn't tell her what it was. "My clients are very interested in the estate," she began. "And I'm sure that they aren't the only ones who are. Therefore, I'm writing up an offer this afternoon for $21,000,000 for the estate and another million for the furnishings. However, we are willing to change that offer for the furnishings after the current owner has decided which pieces he wants to take with him and an independent appraisal has been made. That could change the offer for the furnishings up or down. Would that be acceptable?"
"I'll let the owner know of our interest and offer as soon as I receive the official offer by messenger to my office tomorrow morning. Please give the current owner 48 hours to consider your price for the estate and furnishings," I blandly replied.
I drove them back to the mall, said my farewells, and called Pieter. "I'm giddy," I laughed. "I have two offers on the estate I just showed. The paperwork should be at my office by tomorrow morning. Get that Prosecco chilled. We're celebrating!"
"Already chilled and waiting for you to arrive," Pieter said. "I'm just about ready to start dinner. It takes about 20 minutes to make and you're 30 minutes away."
"Let's put that off and go out for dinner," I suggested. "I know a quiet, intimate place that has wonderful food. We'll sit outside, so your pheromones won't make everyone around us crazy!"
"Do I have the proper clothes to go to this place?" Pieter wondered.
"Yes. All you need is a sport coat, which you have, and pants, which you also have. I know that you have a selection of shirts and ties that will suit the occasion as well," I pointed out. "I'll make the reservations when I get home."
"Okay, I'll put everything away for dinner. See ya in 30 minutes or so?"
"Yep!"
When I stepped into the house, Pieter was waiting for me with a flute of Prosecco in each hand, no clothes on, and a very hard dick. "I'm pleased that you're pleased to see me," I smiled as I took a glass with one hand and lightly stroked his magnificent dick with the other. We sipped and smiled at each other. "I think I need to take care of this," I beamed at him as I stroked his dick and cupped his balls. We put down our Prosecco on the quartz counter and headed for the master bedroom. He stripped me of my clothing as we walked. I held on to my cell phone, because I needed to make two phone calls.
Pieter positioned me at the side of the bed on my knees and immediately pushed his tongue up my ass. I moaned with pleasure, but had the presence of mind to scroll through my frequently called numbers and then selected the restaurant I had in mind. When connected, I asked for a reservation outside this evening. They replied that nothing was available until 8 p.m. "That will be fine," I agreed.
I hung up as Pieter moved away from my ass and nuzzled my neck while positioning his hard dick at my back door. Reaching for the lube, he got both of us ready for the entry we craved. He pushed gently and I relaxed. His pheromones were ramping up as his neck was close to mine while he nuzzled me again. More and more inches disappeared up my manhole and I pushed back into his forward progress. When he was fully inside me, I sighed contentedly and squeezed his hard dick. He made his massive horsedick jump at its full depth. "I love this," I moaned.
"I'm pretty much good with it, too," he agreed. His slow fucking motions commenced and I did my best to meet each penetration. "We need to be on the bed so we can do this right," he directed. "On your back," he added.
I followed his directions and pulled my knees into my chest. "I want all of it and I want it now!" I begged. He smiled down on me as his dick once again filled me. "Yeah, like that," I swooned. He leaned in and kissed me gently. "You have all the rest of the day to stop that," I moaned. "Just be done by eight when we're supposed to be at the restaurant."
"I can fill that beautiful ass several times before then," he promised. And he did.
We left the bed after the first exchange of sperm to have a light snack of peanut butter and jam sandwiches. He had three, I had one. We knew now that he wasn't allergy to peanut, too. While eating, I called the owner of the house that I'd shown and told him that there were two offers on the house at full or above asking price. I'd show him the offers on Monday morning at his convenience. With a time arranged, Pieter and I returned to the master bedroom.
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