Grandpa D And His Ranch Ch 31

I stood on the front porch and waved goodbye to Tammy, Angel, Michelle, and two of their kids as the limousine they were sitting in pulled away from the house.

I felt overdressed at 2:00 a.m. Wearing sweatpants, a Texas Tech sweatshirt, and houseshoes, I walked back in the house and closed the iron and glass front door, leaving the gas flame porch lights burning, and shed the heavy clothes, tossing them on the leather chair in the vast foyer, the sweatpants falling to the marble floor. I began to stroke my cock as I daydreamed about what might take place over the next five days as I walked towards the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a third cup of coffee in a large mug, then went to the game room, where I spiked this one with a large shot of Bailey's Irish Creme from the bar, and then proceeded to the sunroom.

I chose not to attend Angel's aunt's funeral in California, a state I don't care for, but Tammy felt the need to go. Their flight, scheduled at 6:16 a.m., meant they had to leave this early to arrive at the airport with sufficient time to spare. Even owning one's own lear jet doesn't give one a pass with FAA rules and regulations, and Angel isn't one to buck any authority, except, apparently, his marital vows. So away they went for five long days.

Naturally, Matthew and Michael are on call at the hospital, in business to save lives if duty calls, working in the busy ER of our local privately owned hospital. Tyler and Jacob are away at school, and Adam went with his parents. Evan? Maybe. But not at two o'clock on a Sunday morning.

I smiled. I knew just who to call. My shaft began to fill with blood and harden just thinking of his lips. My balls were full, and my cock twitched just thinking about his tight ass.

I dialed his number, and it was answered on the third ring just as I was taking a long sip from my coffee mug.

I didn't pay any attention to the groggy, sleepy-sounding greeting and said, "Son, get your tight ass over here. Daddy wants to fuck your man-pussy and have you swallow my load! I'm waiting!"

A female voice came alive and said, "Excuse me! What did you just say?!!"

Startled, I said, "Oh hell! Um, wrong number! Sorry!" And I abruptly ended the call.

Two seconds later, our studly pool boys' name and number was ringing my phone back, and not wanting my name heard on voicemail, I answered the call.

Quitely, as if someone was in the empty house I was standing in might hear, I said, "Hello?"

A furious and upset female shouted, "Who the fuck is this? Daddy Dick?"

I said, "Excuse me? Daddy Dick? I don't..."

I was cut off as she said, "Well, Daddy, your number is saved in my boyfriends' phone under D. D., and you said, 'Son get over here so Daddy can fuck you,' so I guess your, Daddy Dick? Who the fuck are you? Who are you calling..."

I suddenly heard Byron as he said, "Maci, give me the phone, it is just a joke. It's a customer, and he is mad because his pool pump keeps busting, and water floods his backyard. And I said I'd fix it, and I didn't, and..."

Maci! I knew Byron had a girlfriend, but I didn't know her name until now. And I had no idea she would answer his phone. Plus, I assumed she lived, where? I had never given that any thought!

Maci spoke into the phone and said, "Who talks to their Poolman like that? Are you some kind of pervert or just an ass?"

Then she obviously turned to Byron and said, "I don't believe you! You are fucking lying! Let's go! I want to see this water leak at two in the morning!"

Returning to the phone, Maci said, "We are on our way to fix your fucking leak, pervert!" Then, the call ended.

Shit! I was speechless. I didn't know what to think! However, I believed her! I ran back to the foyer and quickly redressed, tucking my cock into the sweatpants.

Then my phone dinged, and a text popped up that read, "On our way to see about the busted pipe by the blue pump."

I immediately turned on all the backyard lights, the pool lights, hell, every light outside. I ran to the blue pump and disconnected the main water line, causing gallons upon gallons of water to flood my patio and backyard.

With my cock now fully deflated, I sat and nervously waited.

Twenty minutes later, the alarm sounded, indicating someone had driven through the main gate. I nervously sat and waited and watched as Byrons' service truck rounded the back side of the house and parked.

I stood and watched as Byron, looking extremely masculine and very sexy, his hair uncombed and with a five o'clock shadow, exited the truck, wearing a pair of long solid navy blue swim trunks, unlike those he usually wears, flip flops and a dry-fit tee shirt with a surfer decal on the front. However, he had a nervous look on his handsome face.

Maci. A walking beauty. Standing 5'8" and 110 pounds, with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was stunning.

I felt as if I had seen her before.

Then it registered with me! She was once on a poster that hung in my room when I was a teenager!

Farrah Fawcett! Is this her granddaughter?

She must be! The resemblance was remarkable.

Maci was wearing skin-tight black biker shorts, and was that a bra? No. Yes. Technically it was a sports bra, but my god those boobs! Maci was stunning!

Byron said, "Mr. Daniels. My apologies. I am sorry I did not get out here this afternoon. I honestly thought the pipe would hold."

Byrons' eyes scanned the now flooded yard, and I watched his eyes twinkle, and a smile began to form, obviously relieved I had the good sense to disconnect the water supply line and allow the pump to send water out into the lawn.

Maci, standing beside Byron, her delicate hands on her sexy hips, angrily stared at me.

I extended my hand to her and said, "I'm Dean Daniels. Apparently, D.D. in his phone. I'm not Daddy Dick, but I can see how you arrived at that name. I apologize..."

Macis mouth dropped open, her body softened, and she said, "Oh my god! You are! You are Dean Daniels! I mean, Mr. Daniels! Sir, I'm, I am Maci Sorry. I mean, I am sorry! My name is Maci Long. I'm so sorry!

So very sorry, sir! Please forgive me! I..."

Holding up both hands as in STOP, I interrupted Maci and said, "Young lady, please. I was in the wrong. I owe you an apology. I was rude and vulgar. My anger outweighed my manners. Please, come and sit down."

Maci followed me into the sunroom and sat on the overstuffed wicker sofa, still in shock. A small fire was burning in the brick and stone fireplace, and the eighty-inch screen TV was tuned to my favorite news channel; however, no volume played.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass panels, I watched Byron turn off the water to the pump and reconnected the perfectly fine working hose I had disconnected.

Maci said, "Sir, I work for your wife part-time. I'm so sorry. I am so embarrassed. Is she here? On my God! Did she hear me calling you names? I am so sorry!"

I said, "You work for my wife? Thats impossible. My wife only volunteers; she isn't an employer. But no, I'm here alone. Tammy and our daughter and her family are away to attend a funeral."

This caused Maci to relax and almost laugh as she said, "Mr Daniels, sir, your wife does more than just volunteer. She may volunteer, but let me assure you, she is in charge. I'm studying to be an X-ray technician, and I work part-time in the gift shop; that shop wouldn't exist without her! In fact, the entire hospital wouldn't exist without her!"

She wasn't wrong. That damn shop cost me thousands each month to maintain, not counting the money I put into the hospital, but the gift shop makes Tammy happy, and that's all that matters to me.

Byron entered the sunroom, drenched in pool water, with mud between his toes from the drenched flower beds, his hands just as dirty, and said, "I am sorry, sir. I don't have the part to repair the line, but I can return later today and replace it."

Maci said, "Ew! You're like all wet and muddy. And Byron! You are getting water and mud all in Mr. Daniels's house!"

I said, "It's ok, Maci. This is just a porch and..."

Maci said, "This beautiful room is a porch? Oh my. I didn't realize, well, you do have a mansion."

I asked, "Would you like to see it?"

"Would I? Yes sir! To actually see Mrs. Daniels's home would be a dream!"

I looked at Byron and said, "Go in the Club House and shower and put on some different clothes, then join us in the house."

Byron nodded and walked out across the patio, and entered the Club House.

Walking into the house, Maci asked, "Are you here often when Byron comes out?"

I replied, "No. He usually just comes out, does his thing, then leaves. It's during the day, and Tammy is at the hospital or the library. He has the gate code."

Dismissing me, her attention immediately went to the house's decor as she examined every room, its uniqueness, the decorations, nick-nacks, etc.

We were on the second floor, in the billiards room, when I heard Byron shouting, "Hello!"

I walked to the intercom and said, "We are in the billiards room."

Maci was intrigued with the antique snooker table, marveling over its beauty when Byron entered the room, which is on the second floor at the back left wing of the house.

Together, we made our way back to the ground level and eventually into the master bedroom, which I shared with Tammy.

Maci continued to aw and ew over this and that before entering Tammy's dressing room. She took a deep breath before saying, "This is all just too much. I can't believe how beautiful it is, and it is just amazing!"

For the next hour, Maci laughed and played in her "boss's" closet and jewelry box as Byron and I prodded her on.

Byron and I laughed along with Maci, making sly jokes, primarily sexual and inappropriate.

I had gone out to the kitchen and brewed a large pot of coffee, and poured us all a cup, bringing the tray of drinks back into the bedroom. I also added a few bagels and a tub of cream cheese.

Sitting the tray down, I said, "I forgot the Bailey's. I'll be right back with it..."

Byron interrupted and said, "I'll grab it from the bar." And turned and walked out of the room, leaving Maci playing with Tammy's makeup.

Byron returned carrying the bottle of Bailey's as Maci stood in front of the mirror and watched as he began adding Baileys to my coffee as we smiled at each other.

Maci asked, "Where do you keep the Bailey's?"

Without thinking, I replied, "Behind the bar in the game room."

She suddenly spun around, her eyebrows drawn together, her face turning beet red, and shouted, "YOU MOTHER FUCKING LIARS! HE IS FUCKUNG YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH! HE IS!" Turning to me, she continued saying, "YOU ARE HIS DICK DADDY!"

Byron, shocked, said, "No! How can you say such a thing?"

Maci said, "That's your teeshirt that you "lost." It was in that cabana where you washed up! And you just happen to know where the billiards room is upstairs or that bottle of Bailey's in the game room?"

Turning to me, she continued saying, "You told me he just does his thing and leaves! Is his thing sucking your dick? What is the deal? Do you have a big dick, or what the fuck?"

I was sitting on the opposite side of the dressing table where Maci was standing, and I could see Byron in the mirror. Fear, nervousness, and sexual desire seemed to escape his masculine, gorgeous, sexy self. I remained calm, attempting to take control of this situation.

I said, "It is true."

Maci gasped but didn't move. So I continued.

"I don't know exactly what I am. Human, I suppose. I'm not gay, maybe a little queer in the odd sense, but I suppose if labels were to be used, which I hate, I'd be bisexual. I don't know. Maybe I'm just sexual. But Byron is a handsome man, and for some reason, I was drawn to him, most likely for the exact same reasons you were."

Maci, looking as beautiful as Farrah in her famous poster, wearing my wife's black mink and a silly beach hat, two things that didn't match, looked over at Byron and said, "I don't understand."

I said, "Well, let me clarify for you. You needed to pay off a loan. Your car needed repairs. You needed additional money for just things in general; I don't even know what they all were; I forgot. The point is that Byron worked for the money to pay for those things. Unconventional, I'll give you that. And I apologize. It was my fault, but..."

Maci spoke, her sarcasm alluding to her emotions, and she said, "So you have, like, what? A dick so big it's magical, and my boyfriend just fell onto it? Or do you like his big dick? You two, you two, I don't know! This is unreal! YOU'RE DEAN DANIELS, FOR GOD'S SAKE! I MEAN, WHAT DO I SAY?"

I gave her a moment, looked over at Byron, who looked deflated and confused, and said, "Maci, Byron loves you. I'm just his employer. I..."

She interrupted and said, "So he's your personal whore?"

I smiled and said, "If you want to look at it that way."

I said, "I'm not dead. I'm just an old man who's as strong as an ox, relatively handsome..."

Maci sighed and said, "That's an understatement. "

I continued, with a sudden newfound confidence, "rich as fuck with a high sexual appetite and 50 100 dollar bills that could be yours if you are willing to accept an arrangement. An agreement that does not include my wife, only the three of us, for now."

I stood, removed my sweatshirt, and slowly began pushing my sweatpants down, showing the start of my pubic hair, then the base of my cock, then inch after inch of hard, thick, massive cock until the head finally came into view. The helmet head of my cock was already leaking precum through the piss slit, the shaft of my cock rock hard.

Macis eyes grew huge, and her mouth literally hung open as she stared at my cock as I continued to push my sweat pants down, then off.

She turned and looked at Byron and asked, "You've been fucked by that monster cock?"

Byron spoke, his voice shaky and cracking, "Yes. I swear I don't know what came over me..."

Maci said, "A fucking anaconda came! Look at that damn dick! It's like huge!" She looked me in the eye and asked, "How does Mrs. Daniels walk?"

Byron did look, and Maci noticed that, but he continued speaking and said, "I've never, ever done anything with a man before, but..."

Maci looked at me and said, "So now you'd like me to be your whore? Byron and me both? Byron, me and you?"

I didn't speak; I only stared at her and continued to stroke Bruiser.

She broke the silence and, in her shaky voice, said, "Eight thousand dollars would get me out of debt."

I spoke and said, "But ten thousand would be even better, right?"

Maci looked at Byron and said, "You need to go find the wine. The good stuff and a large wine glass."

I said, "Are you sure, Maci? Because once we start, there isn't any going back."

Maci asked, "Is the money for real? Because I don't know. Do I sound like a whore?" She looked at Byron and said, "Have you enjoyed being with Mr. Daniels?"

Byron only nodded his head.

I said, "Call me Daddy Dick."

Maci said, "Ok."

I smiled and walked out of the room after I told Maci to 'get comfortable.'

I told Byron to make his way to the wine cellar and get a nice chilled bottle of Maci's favorite flavor.

In the office, I printed out another disclosure form and a revised contract and took $10,000 out of the safe. I walked naked back into my bedroom with the money in one hand and the paperwork in the other, and my jaw dropped as I entered the room.

In my bed, the bed I share with my loving wife Tammy, Maci was sitting up, propped against the headboard, in one of Tammy's most sexy, expensive pieces of lingerie, sipping on a large glass of Katherine Hall Cabernet, one of my wife's favorite casual wines.

My dick throbbed.

I pretended not to be as excited as I was and explained the legal forms, asked her to sign them, which she did, and then asked where Byron was.

She said, "He is in the closet. Where his ass belongs. I told him I wanted to fuck you first, and I didn't want him to watch. Do you have a problem with that?"

I only smiled.

I walked to the end of the bed and thought to myself, 'Dean, you're both crazy and lucky and something else, so if this goes wrong, claim insanity!'

I literally crawled towards the stunning twenty-one-year-old beauty who was in my bed, her shaved tight pussy barely covered by a thin piece of Italian lace, her pink pussy lips looking delicious. I took my body and ran it along hers until I towered over her, my big, strong arms wrapping around her, her body entirely covered by mine, and gently kissed her ruby-red lips.

I felt her arms wrap around me as she gently scratched my back. My cock was tickling her vagina area, but I knew I wasn't going to enter her just yet.

I raised my body on my arms and gently started kissing her body. Tiny kisses on her neck, her left ear, down to her chest; taking her right nipple in my left hand, I gently massaged the breast, letting my fingers tweak the tip, while my mouth covered the left breast, my tongue massaging the nipple of her perky, full tittie.

Maci moaned and raised her pelvic area, pushing her pussy against my hard penis as I continued to plant small kisses on her soft, delicate sexy body. Below her navel, I found my prize. Maci's smooth, shaved pussy was sweet, pink, and dripping wet. I kissed first the right side, then the left, then the center, letting my tongue enter and lick her vagina lips before it entered her sweet, juicy pussy.

Maci moaned, running her hands through my hair, pulling my head deeper into her vagina. My tongue made calculated moves between her clit, urethra, and vagina. My left hand continued to massage her breast, focusing on her nipples as my right hand moved under her body. I used my thumb to massage her perineum, then I pressed my thumb around her butthole, pushing it to her pussy, getting my thumb wet from her own wetness.

My tongue continued to perform its magic on Macy's beautiful tight vigina as I returned my thumb down and pressed it against her ass, not entering the hole, only teasing the puckered pink bunghole.

Maci's body continued to rise and fall as if she were fucking my tongue, and suddenly her body stiffened; she let out a low roar and literally dug into my hair as her body shook. My mouth was filled with the sweet taste of her organism, her sexual fluid covering her vagina and my face.

As her body relaxed, I pushed myself up, climbed on top of her, and bent down, kissing her, allowing her mouth to taste her vagina.

Bruiser was pushing against her pussy, and I asked her, "Are you ready for this?"

Maci nodded her head, pulled me even closer to her, and wrapped her legs around me as I reached down and guided the head of my throbbing cock into her very wet pussy.

A low moan followed the squeaky squeal that escaped her throat as I allowed inch after inch of thick, hard, man sausage to enter her wet vigina.

I said, "Maci, I'm going to fuck you now."

Again, she only nodded.

I pushed the remaining inches in her tight, wet va-jay-jay, finally burying all eight and a half inches deep inside her, my pubes tickling her smooth, shaved, soft skin.

I knew Byron had seven full inches of dick, with a nice girth, and that I had him beat with size, and lust overtook my rational thinking, and the assault of Maci's tight pussy took over, and for the next sixty minutes, I assaulted her sweet hole.

Without pulling out of her, I moved Maci from one side to the other, fucking her in numerous positions for over an hour. Our bodies, covered in sweat, our breathing heavy, were tired and well used, but our constant sex never stopped.

Maci gave as well as she received. I gave as well as I received. Her tight, wet pussy felt amazing. The sweet nothing she whispered kept me rocking and rolling!

I knew my penises shaft was rubbing against her g-spot on her vagina's wall, and Maci said ever so softly, "You're so deep inside me! Nothing has ever felt like this before. You're so far inside me!"