DILF: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance Page 2

  "Oh fuck," I groan, and then my cock is a geyser. It's twitching, and with every pulse, thick, hot ropes of cum are hitting all three women. It doesn't stop as they continue to milk me.

  Rope after rope of cum.

  I close my eyes for a moment and throw my head back.

  When I open my eyes back up, I watch as all three of them are now swallowing my cum as if it were the best meal of their fucking lives. A few gooey strands are missed, and drip down their chins.

  "Fuck yes," is all I manage to moan, as I continue to empty my load all over their faces, one by one.

  Vicki grabs my cock and angles it down her mouth, catching the last two spasms and greedily swallowing my remaining cum.

  And then I hear a sound that paralyzes me. It freezes time.

  It's the sound of a camera.

  A click.

  A flash.

  I turn my head just in time to see a newspaper photographer snap a picture of all this.

  But before I can say, or do anything further, he's a blur.

  He's simply gone; he vanishes as quickly and as quietly as he appeared.

  Fuck.

  This should be a wild ride.

  Think you can handle it?

  If you think you can hold on, then you’re welcome to flip the page, darlin’.

  Just make sure you take off those panties. Spread those legs. Go somewhere private.

  That’s right, probably best not to read this in public.

  And hold on for the ride.

  2

  New York Daily Journal

  Bad Boy Mayor Caught With His Pants Down - City Says "Meh"

  All the politics, scandals, and dirt...just the way you like it!

  New York City's bad boy mayor, the Honorable Parker Trask was caught in a compromising situation yesterday that would have cut short the political career of any other public servant as he was photographed inside of a strip club with three exotic dancers engaging in a combination of sexual acts.

  The Mayor's spokesman, when asked to comment during an evening press conference as to whether the Mayor's office had any statement regarding the photographs that were taken by an independent photographer and published online simply commented, "Is there anything left to say? Does anyone even care?"

  Indeed, critics of the Mayor assert that he has brought a level of cheapness and coarseness to the office of Mayor, engaging in acts and saying things that prior holders of the office would have avoided.

  The latest incident occurred at the Happy Endings exotic nightclub in Midtown. The Mayor was sequestered with multiple dancers in a private room on the second floor of the club when a freelance photographer gained access to the room, and captured the Mayor in a variety of poses that displayed the sex acts he was engaged in.

  Within hours, the photographs were circulating online. TMZ, the celebrity gossip organization, mentioned the photographs in their television update but did not air the uncensored pictures, rather putting those on their website.

  Word spread in a viral fashion and within five hours the TMZ servers were being desperately backed up as 30 million people clicked to view the New York City's bad boy mayor with his pants down. Less than an hour later, the TMZ servers crashed from overuse.

  It is perhaps telling that none of the city leaders or members of the opposition party have come out to decry this latest development. Many observers credit this to the fact that the Mayor has built excellent relationships with opposition groups and done an admirable job of actually running the city.

  "Listen, the guy's lowered my taxes, and dropped unemployment so I'm back to work, and made the streets safer and gotten schools and teachers back on track. If he wants to wet his whistle to take a break from all the hard work, I'm actually okay with it," commented one citizen when asked during his commute what his thoughts on the Mayoral non-scandal was.

  This sentiment has been largely echoed throughout New York City as it looks at the latest act of its wunderkind Mayor. The city has been relatively prosperous for the better part of the decade following the troubling years of the Michael Anders administration, which were plagued by scandals both inside and out of his administration, as well as rising property values that pushed out residents in Manhattan, rising crime and unemployment levels, a breakdown in the city infrastructure, failing schools, and a shrinking tax base.

  Those problems were tackled head on by the brash Parker Trask and within two years, had begun to subside.

  Indeed, many in New York are wondering what the Mayor will do as he comes upon his final year in office. While many have requested that he stay for a third term, sources are saying that the Mayor may have greater ambitions in mind. What those will be, we have yet to find out, but rest assured that once we find out, we'll let you know...

  3

  Amy

  “I’ll be in my office,” I tell the production crew as they pack up for lunch. I eye the shirtless model under the spotlights one more time and make a beeline toward my office. It’s been a hectic morning, testing the new high-definition cameras I bought and getting them ready to go, and I need a break. A long one.

  I step inside my office, shut the door behind me, and collapse on my chair, stretching as I yawn. I should be getting lunch right now, not lazing around inside my office, but we won’t pick back up till 3, so I’m not exactly in a hurry. Maybe I’ll answer a few emails before heading out.

  Just look at me, turning into a workaholic beast all of a sudden. Believe it or not, it hasn’t always been like this. I guess starting your own company forces you to develop some work ethic. Especially when it’s a company that revolves around sex.

  Oh, you thought that having a production crew and a few cameras meant I was a respectable young entrepreneur, didn’t you? Well, I guess that depends on your definition of respectable. As far as I’m concerned, working in the sex industry is as respectable as any other job; it’s just more fun. And, if you ask me, the sanest people I’ve ever met always have the craziest backgrounds.

  It all started when I graduated college. Fresh out of Yale and with a finance degree tucked under my arm, I was ready to take the world by storm—except I was broke, of course. Welcome to the 21st century, right?

  Thankfully, one day I got a call from a headhunter, and he was interested in seeing some pictures of me. I almost hung up then; I thought he was just one of these run-of-the-mill creeps, preying on desperate pretty girls. But, as it turned out, his offer was a pretty legitimate modeling gig. Sure, it was a racy modeling gig, but it paid handsomely.

  So, smart girl that I am, I rolled up my profits into currencies and stock, and put my finance degree to work. When I reached a considerable monthly income, I gave up on the idea of getting a regular 9-to-5 job. So, yeah, I escaped the rat race before I even had a chance to participate in it.

  I was only 23 years old when I opened up my first business. Instead of opening up a respectable burger franchise, or something equally boring, I instead decided to go for something a little more entertaining—a webcam business. And I don’t need to explain to you what a webcam business is, do I? I wasn’t selling webcams, if that’s what you’re wondering.

  It was a wild success. From there, I expanded into the streaming-porn business, and it was only a matter of time until I caught the attention of the biggest shark in the ocean: Ethan Kane.

  Owner of a billion-dollar porn industry behemoth, Kane did right by me; instead of treating me as a rival and shutting me down, he straight up bought my business. I was 24 years old and had enough money to retire for good.

  For a few days I contemplated moving somewhere next to the beach and sipping on margaritas until I grew old and wrinkled. I took a two-week vacation in the Bahamas, but I grew tired of that hedonistic lifestyle quick enough. I grabbed a plane out of there and came back to New York, ready for another business venture.

  Kinky Amy’s—does it ring a bell? It’s my new company slash club slash studio, and it’s on 43rd and 8th Avenue. And I probably don’t
need to tell you that it’s all about sex. I mean, hell, the name’s Kinky Amy’s, not Prude Amy’s.

  It’s basically a sex club with a specific department devoted to filming. I run what’s called an online peep show, and it’s blowing everyone else out of the water. Ethan Kane has once again offered to buy me out, but this time I decided against it. I love money, sure, but I need to keep busy. What the hell am I supposed to do all day if I’m not working?

  Anyway, so that’s where I am right now, and this is my private office. The new huge cameras outside are my latest investment, and let me tell you: they were expensive. But I guess that if I want to keep on thriving in this business, I have to invest in top-of-the-line stuff, right? Always go for the best; that’s my motto in this business, and you can rest assured that I’m talking about more than just video cameras.

  That’s why the shirtless model out there was as hot as a supernova. Square chin, washboard abs, and a delicious smile—you know, the works. That’s why I love my company. Where else would I have the chance to work in a place packed with scorching hot men? Yes, I love hot men and I’m not ashamed of it, not one bit. Why would I be? It’s not like I live in the 19th century, even though there are still some assholes that’d prefer women to wear chastity belts all the time. Thank you very much, but I’ll pass.

  God, just thinking of hot men makes the gears inside my head start turning. And when that happens, I know exactly what I need.

  Picking up my Kindle from one of the drawers, I prop my feet up on the desk and lean back against my chair. I power the Kindle up and launch Pierce Me, one hell of a steamy book by Simone Sowood. Oh, you haven’t read it yet?

  It’s coming. She just sends it to me first because I’m just so awesome.

  It’s surprising how fast I go through these books. As busy as I am, I should be reading one or two books per year… but I just can’t stop reading these dirty books. It’s like an addiction. The sweetest kind of addiction.

  I pick up right where I left off, right before one steamy scene, and let my eyes wander over the words on the screen. Too bad perfect men only exist in Book Land; I wouldn’t mind having the power to just snap my fingers and make one of these men pop up into the real world.

  And, God, why does Simone have to write so well? Seriously, two pages in one of these sexy scenes and my thong's already sticking to my skin. Okay, I need some action, and I need it right now.

  I place my Kindle on the desk and jump up to my feet. I walk straight to the door and, opening it just a crack, I stick my neck out. “Justin!” I call out, and a few heads at the end of the room turn toward me. The production crew is having lunch on a makeshift table at the end of the studio and Justin, the model, is sitting with them.

  “You need me?” he asks, jumping up to his feet. There’s an eager expression on his face, and I can’t help but smile at that. Justin has been eyeing me since his first day of work here, and today’s his lucky day.

  “Yeah, I need you. Get in here,” I tell him, and then take a few steps back as I wait for him to walk across the studio. He swings the door open hesitantly, and then shuts it behind him.

  “What is it?” he asks me, trying hard to avoid staring at my cleavage, but failing miserably.

  “I’m bored,” I say with a coy smile, opening the top button on my blouse. His eyes widen and he smiles hesitantly, this time completely entranced by my breasts.

  “I … I can help with that,” he tells me, taking one careful step toward me. God, would it hurt for him to be more assertive? Seriously, what’s wrong with men today? Even the handsome ones seem to walk on eggshells around me. Am I that intimidating?

  “You sure can,” I whisper, reaching for him and hooking my fingers on his belt. I pull him into me, eager to get him out of his clothes and show him what a real woman can do.

  He lays his hands on my hips, sliding one down to my ass and squeezing my cheeks, and then he leans into me. My eyelids droop as his mouth comes for mine, and I flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch, feeling his hard cock underneath his pants.

  “AMY! Jesus Christ, have some decency!” I hear a woman’s voice cutting through the fog of my mind, and my pussy dries up in a fraction of a second. That woman’s voice, you know to whom it belongs? My mom, Katherine Meelios. Yeah, thanks Mom, I really needed for you to barge in here when I’m about to have some fun.

  I pull back from Justin (who’s now looking from me to my mom with a scared expression on his face), and place my hands on my hips. “Haven’t you ever learned to knock? This is my office, you know?” I tell my mother, tapping my foot on the floor.

  She’s standing by the doorway, her hand still on the door’s handle, and her lips are tightly pursed in a disapproving expression.

  “You’re my daughter,” she simply says, walking inside my office and turning her attention toward Justin. “Out,” she tells him drily, and he just scurries away like a frightened mouse. Yeah, my mother has that effect on people.

  “What the hell do you want?” I ask her, still pissed off that she had the audacity to storm inside my office like that. I mean, it’s my lunch break, and I was about to have some much needed fun. It should be illegal to ruin moments like these.

  “I want you to turn on the TV,” she tells me, and her harsh tone of voice tells me that something’s coming.

  And, whatever it is, it isn’t good.

  4

  Parker

  The weather couldn't be any fucking nicer if it tried to suck my cock.

  What the fuck. That makes no fucking sense at all.

  I don’t even know why I said that. Am I really that nervous about this shit?

  It’s like sometimes I don’t have control over what I say, ya know? Like some giant hand is writing this shit out somewhere and I have no control over what I say and do.

  That’s not what today is all about though.

  The sun's out, there's a gentle breeze, and it's a clear, bright day. The sky is a perfect shade of blue. Traffic seems to almost float by. Even the pigeons look fucking happy, gliding, and pecking, and cooing, and the trees look greener than normal.

  Good.

  Everything's going as planned.

  I have total control here.

  Carpe diem. I'm seizing the fucking day.

  I look over at the podium placed in front of City Hall. The building stands tall and stoic.

  The stage is set. In a few minutes, I'm going to stand in front of that podium, speak into the microphone, and unveil a secret to the citizens of New York City: I'm running for the U.S. Senate.

  I straighten my yellow tie (the color of power, I've been told) and smooth the lapels of my suit jacket. Here's my chance.

  I walk over to the podium, and watch as a crowd gathers.

  Men, women, and entire families—I even see babies sucking on their toes in strollers. Even kids skipping school to play witness to this moment.

  I clear my throat. "Thank you all for gathering here today," I start, and already I hear a smattering of claps, and whistles.

  "We love you Parker!" one woman yells out, and I wave to the anonymous woman in the crowd, smiling.

  "I'm sure it's no surprise to any of you that I've been in the tabloids quite a bit as of late."

  I hear more shouts from the crowd. "You can say that again!" another woman yells. I hear some laughs.

  And I continue, "But I just want to make one thing clear. I don't give a fuck about what the media thinks about me. None. They can all say what they want. But we all know that I get results for this city! I put my money where my mouth is."

  I hear clapping erupt across the crowd. "You tell 'em Parker!"

  I continue, "The only people I care about are you—the hardworking citizens of New York City. And I think that's been apparent in my work as your Mayor."

  I look out at the sea of smiling faces, and the clapping. I look at the serious nods of approval.

  "What once was a city of crime, is now a place that," and I pause, holding
the gaze of various women in the audience, "women can walk safely down the street at night. Safety is not a privilege, it's a right, and I'm proud to say that I've lowered crime across this city that we call home."

  More cheers and claps emerge from the crowd.

  "But let's not stop there," I smile, holding a dramatic pause. "I've brought back jobs to this magnificent city—including new construction. Not only have I brought new jobs, but a new infrastructure for us as well."

  The crowd is growing increasingly loud, shouting their approval, and I'm on a fucking roll.

  "I'm happy to say that unemployment is at an all-time low. And that's just the beginning!"

  "You tell 'em Parker!" a man shouts again, and he's backed by increasingly more cheers.

  I continue, "For all of our families—historically, the cost of housing has been especially tough. But I say, enough is enough! Families are our future, and it's been my mission to lower that cost—and I'm happy to say that's happened."

  "Ain't that the truth!" comes another shout from the crowd, and there's another round of clapping.

  I hold my hand up to quiet the crowd, and continue, "I've also cleaned up this beautiful city. As many of you have probably seen, I've added parks, play structures, and recreational courts, and because children are our future, and I believe that they should be given every opportunity possible to succeed, I've added a number of new after school programs."

  There's more clapping, and at this point, I don't try to quiet the crowd. I just continue on.

  "Shall I go on?"

  People are now chanting, "Parker! Parker! Parker!"

  "Under my years as Mayor, I have balanced the budget. We now have more money for what matters most to us, and not only that, but I've managed to lower taxes for all of our citizens. I'm sure you're all feeling the effects of that!"