Chapter 66: Chapter 66

So what do you think?” asked Mitch, his arms around Haley.

I finished my latest beer. “About what?” I asked. Mitch grinned, leaned down and whispered some-

thing in Haley’s ear.

She responded to Mitch’s words instantly by arching her back and thrusting her tits out through the tight white tube top.

Haley was seated at the edge of Mitch’s big, cushy armchair. Mitch had his knees apart, with her pert little ass fitted between them; she was basically sitting in his lap.

She wasn’t wearing very much.

Mitch brushed her cascade of chestnut-colored hair back over her narrow, bare shoulders, so it no longer

obscured her firm, small tits. Her tan legs were clad only in too-short cutoffs.

With her back arched and her tits thrust out, she smiled at me. I tried not to stare.

“About her,” said Mitch.

“What do you mean, what do I think?”

“You know what I mean,” he said. “Go ahead, Walker. You can look. You been trying not to all night. Go ahead.”

So I did.

I stared at her. I looked her over close.

I looked at the way her slim, tight, tanned body fit so easily into her snug white tube top and half-destroyed Daisy Dukes. I appreciated the way her nipples had stiff- ened the second I started looking at her. My gaze oozed down her legs. My eyes took a soft, slow taste of her bare feet with their red-painted toenails, then went back up to her shorts, where in addition to the top button—which had started out the evening unbuttoned—the zipper had mysteriously migrated halfway down her fly.

I’d written off the undone button to the shorts being too tight; they sure were tight. Like she’d eaten too much and needed some extra room. But Haley hadn’t eaten much; she just sat there on Mitch’s side of the table, letting Mitch feed her from his plate. She opened her mouth each time he gave her a forkful. It couldn’t have been enough to make her feel so full she had to unbutton her pants.

She’d been drinking from Mitch’s beer, too; whenever

he handed it to her, she took a deep gulp. She downed the two shots he poured for her, too. She was clearly a little high, but she hadn’t drunk enough beer to be bloated.

My dick was already stiffening.

“She’s submissive,” said Mitch. “You know what that means?”

“Basically,” I said.

“Well, then, go ahead and say it. Tell me what you think.”

“She’s hot,” I said.

“Hot?” Mitch scoffed. “Bullshit. Come on, Walker. You can do better than that. Say something about her body.”

She stuck her tits out more. She inclined her chin slightly. Her full lips parted. She panted slightly and let out a gentle, mewling moan.

I was drunk; I was horny. Hours from home to inter- view for a job I didn’t really want, I didn’t have money for a hotel. Wiped, I was about to face the four-hour drive back to Memphis, but with no girl in bed waiting for me, I had little incentive. I had almost slept in the back of the Honda, but then I remembered my Army buddy Mitch lived around here. I dug through my shit for his cell number, called and asked if I could crash. “The couch ain’t that comfortable,” said Mitch. “But I’ll see what we can work out.”

I came over and met his new girlfriend—Haley. Twenty-three years old; didn’t look a day over nineteen. Gorgeous.

I’d offered to pick up a pizza on the way over. Mitch insisted we let Haley cook up some grub. She grilled burgers. She made salad. She opened our beers. She poured whisky shots whenever Mitch decided he or I needed one. She took a couple of her own.

Every time I finished a beer or Mitch decided I needed another whisky shot, Haley got one for me quickly, taking a slow wiggle past me like she wanted me to look at her body. Or like Mitch did.

“Come on,” said Mitch. “Don’t be a gentleman. Say something about her body.”

“It’s a hell of a body,” I said.

“Not good enough. Say something rude.” “I’m not saying something rude.” “Please, Sir?” It was Haley’s turn to ask. “Uh-uh,” I said.

“Then tell me this,” said Mitch, patting Haley on the thigh. She obediently spread her legs. “Tell me, Walker. Would you fuck this?”

“This?” I sneered. “I don’t think so,” I said.

“I like it, Sir,” said Haley, her face getting slightly pink.

“I can tell,” I said, eyeballing her nipples and the way they stretched her tube top.

“Well, then…how about a blow job?” said Mitch. “No strings attached.”

Haley added, “Yes, Sir, please? I love to suck cock.” “She does,” Mitch confirmed. Then he shoved two fingers in her mouth. Haley started sucking on them

obediently, her tongue swirling around with the obvious message that it was exactly what she’d do to a man’s cock.

Mitch said, “Are these the world’s most fuckable lips or what? Could you stick your dick in this face? Come on, Walker. Say those dirty things you been thinking about her.”

I shrugged.

Mitch’s fingers came out of Haley’s mouth, trailing a glisten of spit.

She told me brightly, “Please, Sir? I like it. I like hearing what men really think about my body.”

I finally said: “You’ve got one hell of a pair of tits,” I said. “Not big, but they don’t need to be. And it looks like your legs must spread real easy.”

Haley gave a shimmy, brightening, happy.

“They do,” she said, spreading them wider. “See?” “And she gets real wet when I show her off,” said

Mitch. He reached down and shoved his hands in her shorts. It was easy with the zipper half-open like that. Haley let out a tiny moan as he felt her up.

His fingers came out and he showed me how wet they were by rubbing them together.

Then he stuck them back in her mouth—this time coated with her juices. She licked them even more eagerly than she had before.

“Think you’d like it if she did that to your cock?” Mitch asked.

I thought about it for maybe half a second.

“Yeah,” I said. “I think I damn well would.”

Mitch tipped Haley out of his lap and smacked her on the ass. Haley’s hand went to her zipper; she wriggled out of her shorts. She pulled off her tube top.

She came to me, naked.

Her pussy was shaved and tattooed. Her clit had a bright silver ring through it; above it, in block letters, was the single word sLAvE.

She dropped to her knees before me.

I adjusted myself so she could get what she wanted.

She looked up at me as she kissed my crotch. Mitch was watching, too. Haley’s lipsticked mouth gave my cock wet kisses through my jeans; as she did that, her fingers took on a life of their own—unbuckling, unbut- toning, unzipping. She reached in and drew my cock out of my jockeys.

She was hungry for it. She opened wide and took it. I haven’t got the biggest cock in the world, but I’ll say I’m a helping and a half. She swallowed it all in one gulp, just a few bobbing slurps into the blow job. Her snug throat opened up and took my dick all the way down.

She stayed down awhile, playing with my balls.

When she came up for air, she was gasping. She panted. Drool was everywhere. Ruined lipstick.

Haley went back down on me, slurping eagerly. She drooled; she stroked with her hand. She worked me up into a frenzy fast, like she was hungry for my cum.

Mitch watched every second, proud.

I held back some moans of my own. I’d never felt a

girl give head like that. Mitch never took his eyes off Haley, but he poured another shot and downed it.

She had me close.

She panted, “Please cum in my mouth, Sir?” A gentleman couldn’t say no.

She brought me off with a series of strokes—nice and deep, almost into her throat but not quite. Her hand worked my base. I exploded inside her. I came so hard I clawed at the couch.

When I was still seeing stars, Mitch raised his beer to toast us.

“Way I figure it, Walker…you get this job, you’ll need a place to crash for a while. I think Haley would like having you around.”

Having swallowed the last of my cum, Haley looked up at me happily.

“Yes, Sir,” she told me. “I’d like that a lot.”

I got the job. And “a while” turned into more than a while. But that’s another story. I finally learned to say rude things about Haley’s body without any trouble— no trouble at all. And Haley loved every minute of it.

And the good news is, I never had to sleep on the couch.