You are one lucky son of a bitch! I get that a lot. It is true. I was eighteen when I won a fifty-million-dollar lottery. I only got about half of it after taxes. I put most it in a savings account, short- and long-term investments, and I bought a hundred grand in gold coins when they were just three hundred dollars an ounce. A month later the price of gold began to creep upwards. So, I guess I was lucky in that way.
I sucked at what society calls interpersonal situations. I couldn't hold onto a normal relationship to save my life. I had changed my name legally to avoid annoying relatives and 'friends'. I got fixed to avoid having children because you know women never lie about being pregnant. When I told them, I couldn't have kids they'd flip me off and disappear. That kind of shit should be illegal. Years later I was so damn bored. My investments paid off in spades because of course they did. I gave to charities, donated to honest politicians, and even ran for office once because the two other guys running were so old and feeble as to be nigh on catatonic.
I won by a landslide. That was the longest four years of my life. You have no idea how much corruption exists. The only way to keep the lobbyists at bay was to place a sign in front of my desk that said 'Smile, you are on candid camera'. For some reason they left me the fuck alone after that until it came down to really close legislature. I voted my gut and neither along party lines or for would be corporate sponsors. I debated and spoke passionately about things that would genuinely help the average person. I was sanctioned on more than one occasion for colorful language. These old fuckers don't like to be called out on their shit on C-Span. Of course, anytime I was listed to be speaking the ratings for that session skyrocketed.
In the end it was a lesson in futility. Some bills got passed and most went down in flames or were added to until they were basically unrecognizable. I fled public office with a crowd of folks begging me to run for reelection. Hell no! I left the Senate behind me and returned to public life but this time as a paid paranormal investigator. I charged by the hour with the same rates as a low-end private investigator. I bought all the equipment, learned how it was supposed to work, and sat back and waited. My first clients were fans of mine from my political days or enemies that wanted to out me as a fraud. The problem with bringing my new career to the public was, wait for it, free advertising on mainstream news agencies. Suddenly my face was all over the air waves again. I was even invited to speak on the latest debacle in D.C. or locally. Business boomed. I hired my half-sister, who was desperate for a job and a place to live, to screen my calls and weed out the serious cases.
Then one day it all changed.
"I have to hand it to you." I said as her lips brushed the base of my cock.
"MMMM?" She moaned quizzically as the tip of my dick tickled the back of her throat.
"You've done a bang-up job around here." I moaned as I fought the urge to climax. "Damn, I think I'm going to..."
Gulping sounds mixed with my nigh ear-splitting cry of release could be heard.
"Come?" She giggled as she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of one of my nicest button up shirts. I do love a woman that can rock a crisp clean white shirt and nothing else. "OOH! You are still hard as a rock... can I big brother?"
"Half... UNNNN! Damn your pussy is tight!"
"You say the sweetest things when you are buried in me." She snickered. "Have I ever thanked you for giving me a job?"
"Yes, and often you evil little shit." I moaned as she rode me reverse cowgirl style. "I love your ass, so plump and round. It has that little shelf near the bottom that is perfect for grabbing."
"Oh shit... I think we have a client!" She gasped as I stood up, bent her over my desk properly and banged the shit out of her. "Hurry!" She urged as her body began to shake. "Almost there..." She moaned as my cock swelled inside of her. "YESSSSS!" She howled as my load pulsed deep inside of her and she came like a god damn Saturn Five Rocket.
I pulled out, slapped her on the ass, and zipped up. I took a quick glance in the mirror and I looked like shit. When was the last time I shaved? Jeez man, you are a wreck! Good. I placed my open palm in front of my mouth and exhaled. I winced. I reached into the belly drawer of my desk and took out three pieces of Big Red gum and chewed furiously.
Ding!
The front doorbell rang, and I tucked in my shirt of and answered the door. There was a short yet curvaceous young lady standing there. She was gorgeous even with the diagonal scar running across her left cheek. I dug exotic chicks and she was as odd as they came.
"Is this the Medici Paranormal Investigators?" She asked wrinkling her nose.
"Yep, come on in," I said, and she hesitated. I didn't blame her. Madison, my half-sister, and I had been on a binge of booze, leftovers, and sex for a week.
"Your shower is running." Madison announced. "You stink to high heaven and low hell." She stated and then looked at the young lady standing in the foyer. "You can wait out here and take a seat on the toilet while he showers. You'd be surprised how many choose the bathroom."
"Aw, what the hell." The girl laughed and followed me to the largest room in the house outside the bedroom. "Damn!" She exclaimed when she saw the set up.
"My astrological sign is Cancer. I like water a lot." I said as I undressed and hit the shower. "So, what is going on?"
"Ever hear of Hobbs Hollow?" She said from just outside the shower. I could see her silhouette through the frosted glass wall.
"Nope! No wait, I have heard of it. The movie Hell House was based off it. The original script not the edited one that Roddy McDowell made. That place is like crazy haunted or so the stories say."
"That's the place. I want to do a full walk through will cameras, equipment, you know the works." She purred. "I can't pay much but uh... perhaps we can come... to an understanding." She said as she stood naked in the open space. "Well?"
"Close the damn door," I stated shivering. "I am freezing here."
"I need your help Mr. Medici." She moaned as she pressed against me after closing the shower door behind her.
"How did you get that?" I asked tracing her facial scar.
"Car accident. I was the lucky one. My father was driving and died on impact. The airbag deployed and broke his neck. They called it a freak accident." She stated as her hand slithered down and wrapped around me. "Speaking of lucky."
"You've done this before." I moaned as she began stroking me. I was getting aroused and that surprised the hell out of me after banging Madison. "He died near Hobbs Hollow?" I asked as she began squatting down to blow me.
"UNNNNHUHHHH!" She purred as she cupped my balls as she licked the underside of my dick.
"Fine. I need a road trip. Get to it and I'll consider it a down payment." I growled.
I love it when a woman goes down on me. Each woman is different. Some are gentle almost meek about licking or sucking a guy's cock. Some like it but wouldn't swallow to save their lives. Then there were girls like Madison, she couldn't look herself in the mirror if she didn't swallow. It was almost an honor thing. Then there was... what was her name? Tori opened her mouth and impaled her face on my erection. She took the entire length, and I don't want to brag but I'm damn proud of it, in one go. I yelped in surprise when she deepthroated me in one not so smooth motion.
Yelp!
She closed her eyes and went to town. I didn't have to grab the back of her head, which I really enjoyed doing if I am being honest here. There is nothing like getting a fistful of hair and fucking a woman's mouth as if it were her pussy. When Tori opened her eyes suddenly, I could almost hear her say.
