Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
But I’ve been using Tracy for a month now, and never got a whiff of even the slightest impropriety until tonight. If anything, she was a sweet-mannered young woman with a gentle voice. Her brown curls wave angelically about her shoulders, and of course, she’s got the body of a voluptuous Titian goddess. Tracy’s all generous breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs, just the way the guys in my group prefer it. Maybe magazines and fashion bibles feature stick-thin models, but we’re real men who adore women with flesh on their bones, and Tracy Cunningham is definitely part of that select group.
Even more, the guys in my single dads WhatsApp say that not only is she sweet and wanton, but she’s also willing to let you go without protection so long as you have a clean test. It makes sense because Tracy’s already pregnant, so there’s no need for contraception when you can’t get an already pregnant girl even more pregnant. As a result, her phone’s been ringing off the hook, and I was lucky to snag my regular Friday night slot. But I’d been starting to wonder because it’s been four weeks now and there was nothing to hint at the minx within … until tonight.
I squeeze my cock beneath my desk. Fuck, did she really think I didn’t see? It’s dark in the hallway, whereas my office is brightly lit. But that doesn’t mean that she’s suddenly become invisible. I was busy on the phone, but a frisson ran through the air, and I sensed, rather than saw, Tracy outside my office. My eyes glanced at the clock, and sure enough, it was 9 p.m., about the time when Amelia goes to bed. So Tracy must have just tucked in my daughter, and was now lingering outside, likely out of curiosity.
At first, I almost put down my phone to see if I could help her with anything, but that’s when the air evaporated from my lungs because the curvy girl let out a silent giggle, and then undid her skirt. I watched from the corner of my eye as the soft material slid to the ground, puddling in a silky pool at her feet. My heart almost pounded right out of my chest as the sweet girl spun around on her heels and bent over before pulling down that sopping thong as well. Fuck, was it my imagination or was there a long string of girl grool dripping from that wet cunt? Even more incredible, she shot me a sassy smile from over her shoulder before pulling herself open to show me that gorgeous, creaming snatch.
That’s when I lost it. I was just about to jump over my desk before impaling that swollen softness on my hard stick when suddenly, Tracy vanished into the darkness. I don’t know how she did it, but suddenly she was gone, and now, here I am with a painful ache in my pants and a wet spot on my boxers. Fuck.
Go down, I growl vengefully, eyeing the hardness bulging at my crotch. Yet it doesn’t listen, even as my phone beeps with a message.
Did you do it? my brother James texts. I’ve heard good things about her.
Fuck you, I snarl at the phone although of course, James can’t possibly hear. I struggle and strain some more, finally getting my boner to soften. But it takes twenty minutes, which means that it’s finally time for Tracy to leave.
Standing painfully, I literally grab the armrest of my chair for a moment in order to get my balance. Then I make my way downstairs to the first floor, limping painfully like I’m an invalid. I am, in some ways, because even the sight of Tracy sitting innocently on my living room couch makes me wince.
“Are you okay, Mr. Patton?” the curvy girl gasps, struggling to get up from the sofa.
“No, no, stay where you are. You’re pregnant,” I rasp while waving her away. “It’s just a crick in my back from sitting for so long,” I lie. Thank God I had the foresight to put on my suit jacket before coming downstairs. It means that I’m painfully overdressed for speaking with the babysitter, but at least she can’t see the evidence of my arousal.
“Thanks for coming by,” I manage in a somewhat normal voice. “How much do I owe you for tonight?”
“Sixty,” Tracy says in a soft voice. “Amelia was a dream, and she’s sleeping soundly upstairs now.”
I nod and rustle around in my wallet before holding out a hundred dollar bill.
“Thanks,” I manage in a curt voice. But Tracy frowns, her pretty pout turning down at the corners.
“Oh, I don’t know if I have enough change,” the sweet girl murmurs while fumbling around in her purse, but I shake my head.
“No, it’s fine. I appreciate you working on Friday nights, so just count the extra forty as a tip.”