Chapter 1: (POV) Hunt
"Oh, honey, you are hard already," the sound next to my body disrupts my wet dream.
I look around, remembering where I am and with whom. I take the hands off my throbbing shaft. This woman is such a horny bitch.
In my dream, I make love to a girl that is shy and sweet. And so reserved, decent, and hardworking. Just as the one Maria and my half-brother Alex would want me to find and marry. And have children. Of course, they would.
My worst horror, letting them rip off my grants. Thanks, but no, thanks.
"Cassandra, hm, what time is it?" I stretch and turn, grabbing her ass and thinking, it grew a lot, since the first time. Her butt is pretty large now, it seems. But I don't complain. Not at all.
Even though I would like to have children one day, that would be fine with me. Just perfectly fine. If they knew what I was dreaming about, they would say I want a girl like that for real. But I don't.
"Almost ten, so do we have time for a quickie one?" She asks, pushing her ass closer into my hands.
"I guess so," I say.
Except in bed, or wherever and whenever, I wouldn't mind, exactly like in that Shakira's song. I would bang one very gladly, without a second thought. Of course, I would, maybe even should, take it off my list. And stop that fantasy from coming into my stupid, brainless head.
But I don't dare to mess with that kind of a girl.
So, I better enjoy myself with what I have here.
I bite her earlobe, lick her neck for a while. I like her cheeks, big and so shaky. To see and taste, squeeze them within my palms. I kiss her but don't engage my tongue that much.
"I'm so horny for you," Cassandra laughs it off, handing me a condom.
She is fast to receive me, ready as always, spreading those legs widely for me. Feeling my dick hard and still growing, I play, not so gently, with her spikey nipples, twisting and pulling them with my fingers. I enter her pink, spongy pussy from behind, including:
"Here I come, Cassandra."
She groans something in consent, but I don't care what.
I f*ck her hard, pounding inside her deep and fast, and she moans a lot. Me, not so much. Pulling lightly on her fake blonde hair until I come, I am wasted and done soon.
A quick f*ck, the morning one. It was ok. I could do it two-three times more if needed.
But I don't want to, not with her. The dream was so f*cking better!
My interest in Cassandra is gone. I had her enough times in the last couple of days, always waiting and willing. Like all the rest.
Even if not, she pretended a few times.
"Wow, it was great as always, Hunt," she says after we come done, and I wink at her with a half-smile.
I think I'm ready to find another one and close the last chapter with this one.
I like being fair and direct, so they always know how they stand with me.
Very soon, possibly today, I'll dump her and find another one, or even others. That wouldn't be my first time to bring two with me here, but I prefer taking one by one, so they don't meet.
"I have to hurry," I tell her, seeing she isn't happy about it.
"How about lunch or shopping? I saw a lovely dress and even lovelier shoes," she suggests swiping my card, of course.
"Maybe I'll call you, if time allows," but I don't think so as I bought her a lot lately.
I know Cassandra likes my body and my looks. Saying I'm hot, which honestly I am. She likes sex, but above everything, she loves I'm loaded. When we go out, she takes me under the arm for others to see she possesses me. But others know how I'm about relationships, and so does Cassandra.
It's just a fair game for us both, each getting what they want. We never went steady.
I never-ever date or go steady. Not for the last five years.
"How about taking a shower together?" She tries stalling me.
"No, I have a meeting soon, so you have to leave," I firmly say, still trying to sound gentle.
She thinks I lie. But I don't..., Alex and Maria are waiting for me in the office.
"Ooh, we can make it quick," she complains, wanting another round, but it is useless.
I call a taxi for her.
And she is gone. Great!
I take a shower and put on my shirt and a suit. And a f*cking tie. Nice Italian leather shoes on my feet.
I keep everything double, both in my penthouse and my yacht. Or triple, I forgot about my flat in Kensington.
I despise that outfit, and I hate my office and my job. These things are so depressing, and I want more.
But, the problem is I don't know what I want at all.
I work in our family business. Luckily, just 4 hours a day, skipping a whole day sometimes. Well, more than some time.
They kind of forced me to it, Maria and Alex, Maria in particular.
To keep my family benefits, meaning money mostly.
And my penthouse, my yacht, the little airplane, plus that bigger one, and my collection of cars. I adore that small plane and the feeling of flying up, high above it all. I like to be on top of everything. Chicks like that also, both flying and me on top.
With women, I never play the chase game, as they are always around. I just pick what's on the market, ready and available. And I pick out a lot since that fish pool seems never-ending.
Alex thinks I'm the black sheep in the family, but I love my brother, no matter what he thinks of me. And Maria raised us alone, the only mother I ever had or known, as I lost my own when I was a baby.
I kept my mother's last name in her honor and memory.
My dad married Maria 6 months after my mother passed away, I think they even had an affair before, but I'm not sure, she never said, and I never asked.
My father died in a car crash when I was four, and Alex was two. I love Maria, so I guess I could love a woman again. But love is not safe or reliable.
Alex is so austere. I think his girlfriend, Jean, is the first woman he ever f*cked. He denies it, but I don't buy it.
What a pity! Why would anyone stick with just one pussy, when there are many others on disposal? And I mean many.
But ... Jean is fine, I admit that. So sweet and so perfect for him. For the first time, he seems alive and kicking, finally having a life besides the job. He changed his manners, bothering me less about finding the "love of my life," as that thing truly exists.
I wonder what kind of pose my brother favors. Probably, the old missionary one since I can only imagine them doing that.
Though, I fancy that one the most also, especially with their legs twisted around my waist and their nails scratching my back, in ecstasy. I like their hips, following my rhythm while they move under me as I thrust myself deep inside them.
Oh, yes!
I must find something new to spend effectively tonight. Not like Cassandra, that shifted so blandly lately.
I enter my red Bentley Continental GT and drive away from the marina. The wind is warm and inviting, enjoyable on my skin and face, happy the car is convertible.
Driving to the city, with the roof off, I feel like an almighty god.
I feel stares coming my way. Girls, girls, lots of them, all shapes and colors, always watching and making sweet sighs. I don't turn my head at all. When I do, it means action. And I like to take one and be in control.
I park my car in our company's garage while glancing at my Henry watch. I should get a new wristwatch, Rolex, or Ulysse Nardin that I saw a few days ago. This one is old enough now.
Entering Maria's office, we have a meeting.
"The owner is wonderful, just great! And they have such delicious cakes, pies, pralines, and tarts. Oh, Hunt, you should try it!" Maria tells me as soon as I appear at her door. It seems she likes the owner of some bakery shop and wants to invest there.
"I guess I might," she is just right as I'm crazy about desserts of all kinds. I should go there and eat some. Maybe even all of it.
"I tried their cakes at Jenny's birthday party, flavors are exquisite, and the owner is only 22 years old. We should help them open a few more selling venues out there, so, what do you think?" Maria asks Alex and me. We nod as yes. Hmm, I was 22 when that shit happened. So, the baker still has time to go batshit crazy, I guess. Not that I wish that for anyone.
Maria likes to help, Alex too. And Jean isn't very much different. After they marry and Jean gets her shares, it will become overwhelming for me here, bearing that kind of generosity.
I like to give the money away also, often buying gifts for the ladies. Plus spending on myself greatly as I enjoy pretty things. That's what money is for, after all.
The bakery, the butchery, online business, the farm are all the same crap for me, not worthy of my time.
Maria goes and goes on, praising the owner.
"The owner is very hardworking, capable, and reliable," my stepmom continues, basically describing everything that I'm not, I suppose, anymore. But since Maria knows why she tolerates all my flaws and me.
I can't listen to that bullshit anymore.
I squirm and wriggle in my chair, looking for a way out.
F*ck, Maria's yacht undergoes maintenance. Alex doesn't need the boat, so he doesn't have one, either. She wants to use mine for some guests coming tomorrow. I never called the cleaning agency. How could I forget?
I was screwing Cassandra there last night and this morning. F*ck!
Bottles are all over the place as Cassandra likes to drink, and my minibar got empty quickly. And used condoms are left on the floor, never throwing them in the trash, I rarely forget. But this time, I did.
And she probably left a couple of bra and panties. I usually go for a one-night-stand only. Cassandra was an exception. She chased me a lot and got me for a few days. Plus, a woman received many other things that money can buy. She was a bit prettier than the rest.
"Maria, Alex, I have to go to the bathroom, sorry," I excuse myself, and I exit her office.
"Andrews Cleaning Service, how can I help you?" I make that call.
"Hunt Dickerson, here, I would need my yacht cleaned ASAP," I more order than ask, as I can do that, being their regular.
"Sure, Mr. Blanc, the cleaning will finish by 7 pm today, is that ok?" the lady on the phone asks me.
"Yes, but make sure you do it thoroughly. The last time it was done sloppy," I add.
"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry about that. It won't happen again!" She promises.
I might go and check the yacht later and see if they've cleaned it properly.
I'm back at the meeting.
Here she goes about that great baker again. He must know his job very well.
Finally, we agreed. We will invest in and help that baker to expand.
I listen now about other possibilities, so there is a dance school, an artist and a singer they want to help. Then, they go to more lucrative investments like solar energy plants and electric car manufacturers. They like green. And we all like money.
I get lost in my mind.
I hate this job.
It is not a job. It is torture.
3 pm. I see Cassandra sitting down. Martini is in her hand, garnished with an olive. She looks pretty and well-dressed.
"Listen, Cassandra! This thing isn't working anymore, sorry," I tell her.
"Such a pity, we are great in bed, if you change your mind or get bored, you know where to find me," she seems a bit sad, but not that much, as if she knew what was coming.
Maybe she did. It ended pretty quickly and painlessly.
Cassandra is now turning around, scanning men in the bar. Probably, looking for the next one to replace me. It's ok with me, and I like that. I drink my whiskey on rocks. Easy and unburdened.
At least, no jealous scenes.
I hate those. No needed or wanted.
After driving around, I pull up and go for lunch with two guys from my firm, named Mark and William.
A steak and two glasses of fine wine make a good meal, and the restaurant is a posh one. My tie off..., I hate it around my neck. The wine is sweeter than I like, but the steak tastes just great. The waitress is ok, with a pretty face and long legs. I love a pair of great legs. But still, she is under the league I usually f*ck, no tits whatsoever, her legs skinny, and her ass is a bit missing, no meat at all. I like grabbing at least onto something.
After lunch, I go again to the marina. To see how they cleaned the yacht.
So far, this has been a busy day.
I see that cleaning is still ongoing. I enter inside.
Oh, what a lovely sight! Oh, sweet Jesus!
A girl, sprawling on the floor, down on all four, presenting long and toned, absolutely perfectly shaped legs. I would like these around me, for sure. She is wearing hot pants and is pulling something out from under my bed. Very vigorously tugging on it, so I have a good view. Her legs and her moving tight and curvy, wonderfully padded ass are thrillingly shaking in front of my eyes. I enjoy the view while knowing what she'll find.
Time to say something.
And I do.
"Hey, little maid!" I shout out, and she jumps up, turning around. I relish the fact I startled her.
I like what I see, even better now. What a wonderful female! I look at the girl's breasts, wearing only a sports bra, and those two jumped up, too. These are the perfect peaches, round, and exactly the right size. I imagine my face there in between, my mouth on them.
And that face, wow!
Very, very beautiful brunette, gorgeous girl. Everything excellent. The first league. My league. And so was her spirit, I find.
Not falling for me, we argue a lot. Judging type, a strict one. Something like that dream of mine.
She throws at me a thong she found. I catch it. I look at her while leaving, smiling and checking her out from behind. Interesting girl, very witty. Great view all around from everywhere. Hmmm, I would like that body writhing underneath me, wasting her for hours, many times.
The wrong place and wrong situation. Better luck next time.
Time to go home and get ready.
I hope I'll find something exceptional like this tonight.
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