Chapter One
“What the fuck…” I repeated for the twentieth time. It had become an unconscious chant at this point. I couldn’t stop myself from saying it as I scrolled through his phone, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I had never won anything in my life. Not a spelling bee, not a race to the car, nothing. Now, all of a sudden, I won half a billion dollars on a chance buy of a lotto ticket?
“This can’t be real.” That was the other thing I couldn’t stop from repeating. After seeing my winning numbers on the replay of the news, my hands instantly began to tremble and I was placed in this state of shock. Of course, I assumed I miss read the news report and checked online. When the news website still had me winning, I checked every other website that had them and confirmed the confirmation.
Then I decided it was a prank played by… someone. Or it was a mistake. A typo. There had to be some reason why I didn’t actually win. Ten years from now, I’ll be telling my friends the funny story of when I thought I became rich that one time. That’s what it was. A mistake on someone’s part… But on the off chance it was real, I flipped the ticket over. On the rear was a bar code, a bunch of fine print, a line to sign the owner’s name, and a number to call if you won.
In almost a panic, I signed my name on the line so no one else could and called the number. There was a very nice lady who said if he believed he had a winning ticket to bring it to the official office on Monday morning.
Monday morning?
By this time, it was Sunday afternoon. If this was a winning ticket, I couldn’t risk letting it out of my sight. What if I go out and lose it? What if I’m packing up my parents’ things and I damage it? This tiny crumpled paper is potentially a ticket to another life. I can’t risk letting it out of my sight.
I watched TV for a time but couldn’t sit still. With the ticket sitting alone on the coffee table, I tried to do a small workout. Just some sit-ups, pushups, burpees… but I couldn’t get past the sit-ups. I ended up spending the rest of the night slumped on the couch, half staring at the ticket and half watching tv.
The only time I had some semblance of relaxation was when I struggled to recall my memories from the night before. It was difficult. I never had blacked out like that before. I remembered having fun. I remembered laughing a lot with Helen… there was something else though, the other woman, Trisha, was it? I didn’t have context for the memory, but there was this still frame in my mind of us half naked in the dark, staring at one another that I couldn’t get out of my head. It was just her and I and… who knows…
Sometime around three-thirty in the morning, I slipped into sleep despite my best attempts. When I awoke at 700am to my alarm, I was relieved to see my lotto ticket hadn’t grown lotto ticket legs and ran off. It remained on the coffee table.
I drove to the official office, which was about 45 minutes away. With the ticket secured in a plastic baggy in my pocket, I waited outside for 15 minutes for the employees to start to arrive. It was overcast, so there was a light drizzle as I jogged up behind what turned out to be the secretary.
“Hey are you guys opening up?” I asked.
“Kinda,” the woman said without turning from the door she unlocked. “Bill is running late a few minutes, but if you have a meeting, you can wait inside.”
“Thanks,” I said, stepping inside and taking off my jacket as I draped it on a chair beside the one I sat in in the small waiting area.
The secretary turned on the lights and fiddled behind the front desk for a time, turning on the computer. She was an attractive woman, a bit younger than me—perhaps 20 or 21 years old. She had long, straight black hair and perfect makeup that she obviously spent a while on, and she wore a white and light blue sundress that highlighted her tan skin. Not to mention her ample breasts and round ass. She was the kind of attractive that I didn’t even bother even hinting towards flirting with because I knew she was hunting for something specific.
Even though I wasn’t much older, I would be too old. Even though I was athletic, my muscles wouldn’t be big enough. Instead, I simply pulled out my phone and scrolled mindlessly through my news feeds.
“What times your appointment and which company are you with?” The lady asked after a few minutes when she was done scrolling through her phone, clearly annoyed I was there with her so she couldn’t completely screw off while her boss was gone.
“Oh, I’m not with a company. I, well, I had winning lotto numbers this weekend, I think, and they told me to come in… Today…” I said, followed by an awkward smile.
The secretary made a face somewhere between confused and disbelief and said, “You won the lotto? Like the lotto lotto for like hundreds of millions?”
I winced and felt ridiculous saying it out loud. “…I think…”
It was as if a warm glass of flirtation had been poured over the woman as she leaned over her desk toward me. Her expression was interested, her eyes locked on me, and her body posture playful now. “Can I see it?”
I shrugged, standing. “Sure.”
“My name’s Tabitha, by the way,” the lady said while gazing at him with a dreamy smile.
Chapter Two
Tabitha’s lips slurped and sucked as she bobbed her head up and down my throbbing cock. Her eyes watered as she forced the cock down her throat, causing her the black eyeliner and mascara she wore to blur some below her eyes. When she pulled off my shaft and gasped for air, she pumped my cock hard and fast above her breasts. They shook and jiggled about inside her sundress where she knelt.
“Mmm… do you like that, Daddy? Huh?” Tabitha asked, smacking her lips as she caught her breath. “You like when I call you daddy, baby?”
“Mm. Yeah,” I groaned as she pumped my shaft. And I did. The relationships of my life, up until this week, had been vanilla, to say the least. You could count the number of sexual partners I had on one hand, and each one treated sex more like a chore than a pleasurable activity worthy to be explored and experimented with. Experiences like this were like discovering a whole different world, and this lotto ticket was my key.
Tabitha smiled, her red lipstick accenting her approval at his response before plunging her lips back down his shaft for several minutes. She slurped and massaged circles as she pumped my shaft, all while dragging her long fingernails along the base of my balls—things I had never experienced in my life.
The transition between sitting and exchanging flirtatious banter with the secretary to standing in front of her desk in the waiting area getting a blow job was so fast I barely believed it. The dirty sexual banter began almost immediately after Tabitha said it would be another twenty-five minutes until her boss got in. The front of the business had several large panes of glass, which was inconvenient, but I smiled when Tabitha went to each window and closed the blinds. The kissing didn’t last seconds before the college girl was undoing my pants and adjusting her sundress skirt as she knelt.
The woman’s skill with her wild lips was unmatched and made my knees buckle as she tongued the tip of my cock. But I knew if I didn’t intervene, I’d lose control any minute. Pulling her to her feet, she stumbled backward from the unexpected movement and sat back on her desk with a seductive smile on her face.
“Oh, Daddy, is it time for you to fuck me now?” Tabitha asked, turning her head to the side innocently now. Her knees pressed together as her hands slowly slid up her thighs, raising her dress inch by inch until it revealed her pink panties that already had a damp mark in the center of it. She parted her thighs, sliding her hands up and down her inner thighs, and the look in her eyes darkened as she leaned back on her desk. “Come here, daddy. Fuck your baby girl, daddy. I’m waiting for that big hard dick,” she said as she pulled the panties to the side, revealing her glistening tight slit.
I walked up to her, and as my hands cupped her thighs, Tabitha reached out and grabbed my throbbing shaft. Stroking her saliva still on my shaft and fed the tip of the cock into her pussy. I felt her press her soft thighs wide for me and felt the pressure around the head of my cock as the tip tried to enter her. I bit my lip as I pushed inside her slowly.
Tabitha’s face changed to a mix of pleasure and pain as she looked down at my swollen cock entering her. “Ohhh, fuck! Ahh… ahhhh… oh, god!”
My palms cupped the side of her hips underneath her loose sundress as I pushed inside her. Pulling out, I pushed back in again and pushed deeper. Panic filled Tabitha’s eyes as her eyes bounced between my face and my cock pushing deeper inside her. “Y-y-yes, Daddy. Fuck me, baby! Fuck your baby girl. Fuck your- ahhh fuck your fucking slut- ah oh yes!”
I pump my cock into her, pushing most of my cock inside her and forcing her back on the desk. Staplers, keyboard, and papers crashed behind the desk as she leaned back on her elbows. Shoving inside her pussy, I feel her pussy walls gripping my shaft as I pull out and push inside. I watched her large, bouncing breasts jiggle inside her dress. The pair of tits bounced from her chest to her chin. I bit my lip as I flexed inside her. Slipping my hand to her chest, I squeezed her breasts.
Tabitha’s eyes rolled backward multiple times as she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. “Ahhh god, your so big, you’re so fucking big, Daddy.”
Her dress inched down with each bounce of her breasts until her perfect big tits spilled out. Pinching her nipples, I heard her scream out and moan as her hand snaked around the back of my neck. She braced herself as I fucked her faster. She screamed as she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
Pushing her down all the way on the desk, we knocked off everything but the monitor as I held her down on the flat of her back. Ramming my cock inside her, I saw her legs were spread nearly in complete splits as I groped her tits.
“Oh god, you’re gonna make me cum, you’re gunna— oh don’t- oh stop, oh fuck!” Tabitha screamed as she gripped the edge of desk and was fucked raw. I slammed into her and felt the edge coming faster and faster. Gritting my teeth, I fucked Tabitha like a slut. Shoving harder and harder, her tits clapped together wildly.
“Oh yes, yes, yes, Daddy! Cum inside me! Cum- oh god oh god oh yes!” Tabitha cried out.
The orgasm hit hard as I stuffed my shaft deep inside Tabitha. Her thick thighs quivered and closed around my waist. I felt her slippery pussy tighten around me as I filled her up. The seconds passed, and finally, I felt out from Tabitha’s pussy after her thighs released me. Backing away, I pulled my pants back on and remembered to double-check that my lotto ticket was still in my pocket.
Tabitha fixed her dress and disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. Just as she came back out, the front door was unlatched and opened. Tabitha quickly tried to press out the wrinkles in her clothes and to fluff out the wildness that sex had put in her hair. When a balding man entered the building, Tabitha spoke pleasantly in a high-pitched voice.
“Mr. Spalding, this is Matt. He has a winning lotto ticket,” Tabitha said.
“Really, my boy! Congratulations!” Mr. Spalding said. He adjusted his glasses, which were fogged, and held a closed umbrella that dripped from the rain. “Come on in then; my office is back this way. Tabitha, could you get us some coffee?”
“Yes, sir,” Tabitha said. Her eyes met mine as they walked by. Beneath her polite and innocent front, he saw the smirk in the corner of her lips from the slut inside who earlier called me daddy.
Chapter Three
The day probably would have been boring had not each step brought me closer to receiving a massive fortune. The ticket, the winning numbers—everything turned out to be real. It was a whirlwind of paperwork, waiting, and sexual tension. Tabitha passed the doorway, and she would visit the office from time to time.
Mr. Spalding viewed the ticket, the signature on the back, scanned the barcode, and asked to view my driver’s license. After doing all those things, he shook my hand with a wide, squinting smile and said, “Congratulations, son. You’re now a multi-millionaire.”
He called several people from the state office, and they had to wait about an hour for three men and a woman to arrive. During that time, he went through a stack of paper requiring signatures and initials.
“We’re having a press conference later today,” Mr. Spalding said. “You don’t have to participate, but we’d love for you to be there.”
“Um, well, no,” I said sheepishly. “I’d prefer to keep this all my dirty secret and stay out of the limelight.”
Mr. Spalding laughed, which confused me because I didn’t think I said anything funny, but then the others from the state office arrived. There were more celebrations and congratulations followed by even more documents to sign an initial. The hardest decision I faced the entire day, and I knew it was coming.
“Now, Matt,” Mr. Spalding said in the conference room. His coworkers from the state’s office sat by his side. “Before you are two last documents. You just need to sign one of them. This one means you want the lump sum—which is all the money now—which would be $485,000,000.”
Jesus Christ…
“Or you could sign this one and get monthly payments over the next 30 years—which is about $1,800,000 every month, give or take. It’s your decision,” Mr. Spalding raised his hands and sat back, waiting for me to make a move.
I stared at the two sheets of paper and couldn’t believe it either. They both seemed like ridiculous sums. But I wanted the one with the least amount of fuss. So I leaned forward and signed the one for the lump sum.
“Well, I think you can prepare yourself for a pretty hefty deposit into your bank account in the coming days,” Mr. Spalding smiled. “Last thing. Could I get a picture with you?”
“Oh, uh, sure,” I said, trying to hide my laughter. Mr. Spalding fixed his tie and walked around the table to stand beside me. We smiled as one of the others took the photo. After shaking hands, we parted ways, and I left, hoping to see Tabitha one last time in the lobby, but she was in the bathroom.
Outside, the rain had stopped, and it was lunchtime by now. The sun was starting to come out.
“Matt! Hey Matt,” Tabitha called after him as he was about to get in the car.
“Hey, there you are,” I said as she sped and walked to me.
“Leaving me without saying goodbye? Jerk.” Tabitha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she smirked. “So, which did you do? Monthly payments? How much was the payout?”
“Oh… uh….” I didn’t really want to say but felt compelled since, you know, I did just have sex with this woman. I couldn’t say that’s too personal. “Just, like, $485…million… or so.”
The words seemed to excite Tabitha and make her want to faint all the same as a giddy smile grew on her face. “Wow, that’s totally insane.” She said, “Well, um, hey if you want to go out and celebrate tonight. Give me a call. I was planning on going out with some of my friends. And well, yeah. We could hang out.”
Tabitha giggled as she handed me a folded note. I took the note and hugged her, “of course. Sounds like fun. I’ll see ya.”
As I finished the hug with this curvy college girl, just before Tabitha pulled away, she snaked her tongue around the back of my earlobe and gave it a seductive bite. Walking away, she gave me a seductive smile before whirling around, letting her dress hike up as she left.
I do feel like celebrating…
Chapter Four
It wasn’t my first instinct to call the phone number Helen left behind in the hotel room before she left. In fact, my first instinct was the same as what I would have done to celebrate a three-day weekend a year ago. I was just going to go out to a restaurant, watch some sports, have a few drinks, and go home. I’m not the partying type, and while I’ve definitely had my moments in college, most would consider me an introvert at this point in my life.
My mother used to poke fun at me when I visited that the only way she’d get to hold a baby again was if she got pregnant again because I wasn’t giving her grandkids. It was thoughts like these that would make me smile remembering, but that memory would fade as I realized I’d never have new memories with them. In all the excitement and happiness I felt leaving the lotto offices, there was sadness, too. I couldn’t tell my parents about my win. I couldn’t make them rich for their final years of life. It was a tough thing to process. Having such a positive thing happen and having literally no one to share it with.
I knew what my parents would say, though. ‘Go out! Enjoy yourself while you’re young!’ And that was when I fished Helen’s phone number out of my pocket. She replied immediately when I sent her a text. We met for lunch at Brian’s Steakhouse, a decent restaurant downtown.
After the initial awkwardness, I quickly found comfort in being around the older woman. It was strange having such familiarity with someone you barely remembered, and the memories you did have were all strangely erotic. But Helen’s personality was great. She was such a giggly flirt that I felt relaxed right away.
“So you don’t remember nothing from Saturday?” Helen asked, leaning forward as she sipped her Diet Coke through the straw.
“Well, I wouldn’t say anything,” I smiled coyly and tried to suppress my cheeks turning red. “More like I’ve got like pictures of the night every twenty minutes or so.”
Helen giggled as she covered her mouth. She was dressed seductively today though I’m starting to wonder if that was just her personality. The way she fluffed her dirty blond hair and cocked her head to the side. The wicked smile she wore as her fingers traced her ample cleavage made by her engorged breasts. It was like everything she did was designed to flirt and arouse the man before her—and it was working.
“I guess we did hit the drinks pretty hard that night…” Helen leaned back in her booth while eyeing me. “But if there ever was a night I would’ve wanted to remember… oh well, just means we got to make more memories, right?”
“Right,” I laughed nervously. “How’s Trisha? I was worried she didn’t have fun with how you guys left.”
Helen rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “That girl… she’s such a nervous nelly. She had fun, but she was just too embarrassed by it all… well, simply put, I wouldn’t plan on seeing her again. I tried to even get her to come out today, but she shut that shit down right away.”
“Hm, that’s too bad,” I said. My mind lingered on this woman who I could barely remember. There was something about Trisha that made me yearn for the woman. Helen and I hung around the restaurant for another half hour or so after eating and continued to flirt. I hadn’t told her about my winnings, so I decided not to tell anyone. Not until I received my deposit later this week and even then I probably would keep it to myself. I didn’t see much good coming from letting others know.
Sure, there would be the D lister fame and notoriety that came with such a win, and I’d probably get a few more lady friends like Tabitha, but as sexy as that fantasy was, the drama that came with having my winnings out there would be too great. Beyond the security concerns, tabloid drama, and family and friends coming out of the woodwork, I just didn’t want to deal with people. Real-world problems led to me thinking about my life and my life alone… a life without parents… a life without family…
That was why I enjoyed Helen’s company. For all the talking we did, we really didn’t talk about anything. She was a friendly woman who liked to talk about herself and the world around her, and I enjoyed that. Around her, I could just be.
“Hey, come here a sec,” Helen said as they left the restaurant.
“What?”
“Come on, I want to show you something,” Helen beckoned him to follow through the parking lot. In the back, she was parked. Helen drove an older minivan that had paint chipping and rust forming on the side. I didn’t know what she wanted me to say, so I just lied.
“Nice minivan,” I said.
“Oh, fuck you, would you just get in?” Helen said with half a smile while climbing into the driver’s seat.
I did as she asked and sat in the seat beside her. As soon as I closed the door I noticed her body language shift and became much more playful. She looked out all the windows before beaming an excited smile and lifting her shirt. With the fabric balled in her fist just below her chin she revealed a hot pink, lacy bra that appeared a size too small for her thick breasts that spilled out the top.
“What do you think? Just got the bra today,” Helen asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Helen,” I blushed and looked about just as she had to see if anyone was watching. “I like it. I like it a lot, but-”
I reached out to pull her shirt down, and she grabbed my hand and brought it to her bra instead. “Here, feel the fabric… mmmm… you know… the way you grab at my tits makes me think about the other night.”
I smiled sheepishly and pulled my hand back.
“Here, just- come here,” Helen said. Helen reached out, groping my crotch, and looked up at me in shock. “Jesus, you’re already hard?”
Unzipping my pants, Helen had my boxers and jeans around my ankles and cock out before I knew it. Stroking my long shaft that hung in the space between us, she scooted towards me on the passenger side.
I looked around and saw too many people walking through the parking lot. Couples, women, men, all going in and out the restaurant in the middle of the day like normal people.
“Helen, we can’t do this-” but my words were cut off by the older woman sliding her tongue into my mouth as she kissed me wildly. Her whole hand was wrapped around my shaft as she pumped the shaft between my belly and hers. Her other hand slipped down my shaft as well and cupped my balls as she stroked me over and over. My eyes bounced to the people walking by, and I saw more than a few eyes that looked this way. They couldn’t see my cock being stroked, I didn’t think, but they could definitely see this tattooed milf all over me as she pinned me back against the door and kissed me.
“What? Cause of them?” Helen made a face, nodding to the people passing. “What are they going to do? You never let someone watch before?” Helen raised an eyebrow with a seductive smile as she flipped her dirty blond hair over her shoulder.
Her hand pumped my cock over and over until pre-cum seeped from the tip and down the backside. Helen was like a leech attached to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest as her lips kissed and sucked on my neck. The pressure and tingling sensation sent shivers down my spine as her lips slipped up my neck and wrapped around my earlobe, biting it as she squeezed my shaft tighter. There was barely enough room for my throbbing cock between us as she dry-humped me.
“Mmmm, god. I forgot how fucking big your cock was,” Helen groaned between kisses on my neck. “Fuck. I must’ve been drunker than I thought the other night.”
Helen reached between her legs and peeled her moist panties from her pussy, and slid them down her thighs as her upper body stayed plastered to mine. Her hand slipped between her thighs and circled her pussy. I could hear how wet she was. She was soaked. It sounded like she was dripping just from jacking me off. I felt her hot breath bathing my neck as she panted and groaned in my ear.
“Do you want to fuck this pussy?” Helen whispered. “Is that why you called me? You thought this cougar was just going to spread her fucking legs for you? Well, lucky for you I’m the kind of slut you’ve been looking for.”
Placing a final long, wet kiss on my lips, she turned around awkwardly and hiked up her skirt. My eyes looked over my shoulder and out of all the windows. They were far away from people now, but cars were still coming and going. He was so preoccupied with the cars he didn’t even realize Helen squatted on his shaft. With her hand braced on the front dash and another one on the back headrest, Helen leaned her upper back against my chest. Her dirty blond hair bathed my face as she looked over her shoulder and smiled down at me.
The wet lips of her pussy circled the tip of my cock around and around as she circled her hips on me, teasing my cock. Closing her eyes, Helen leaned her head back in the crook of my neck as she lowered slightly.
“Fuck…” she moaned. Eyeing me like a predator over her shoulder, she growled. “Do you like this pussy? Do you want me to be your fuck slut? Just a finger dial away?”
I groaned, “Yes.” I raised my hips to meet my cock in her pussy, but she pulled away, driving me wild.
“Ah ah ahhh…” Helen giggled. “Here, take your hands…” Helen cupped my hands and let me cup them over her breasts through her top. I felt her thick breasts. Her hard nipples. I mashed them together and felt her push harder back against me as she inched her pussy down and groaned. “Goddd… you want this fucking pussy? Do you want this all-access booty pass? Then you can only fuck me, okay?”
Without warning, Helen forced her drenched pussy down on my cock and I filled her up deeply. She let out a yelp that sounded like pain and pleasure mixed. She held her pussy down on me as she circled her hips. “Ahhh fuck yes… fucking… every time you dial, every time you wanted to cum… thinking of jacking off… just call your slut Helen and I’ll come. I’ll cum for you… mmmm… but me only, okay? No other sluts. Okay?”
I groaned, “Yes, only you, my slut-ah!”
Helen moaned at being called a slut and started to ride me. Bouncing her fat milf ass up and down on my lap, pussy sloshed as my shaft penetrated her. There was a loud thudding clapping sound as her fat ass smacked down on me.
“Ah ah ah ah ah!” Helen moaned as she pressed off the dash as she rode me. “Fuck your fucking slut! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Her hair bounced with every thrust. Her thick thighs, covered in tattoos, jiggled just like her fat ass. A car drove by with an older couple staring at them. I tensed so hard that I almost accidentally came. Helen must’ve felt me move because she pressed her back against me as she twerked and circled her pussy around my cock.
“Don’t you move- Jesus Christ! Ahhhh! Fuck!” Helen cried out. “You’re too… too… ahhh fuck you’re so big. Grab my fucking milf tits- grab them!”
Helen quickly pulled her fat breasts from her pink bra and out the neck of her shirt as she began to ride me even harder than she had before. Bouncing from the neck of her shirt, her tits swayed and clapped as she fucked me. My hands scooped under them, and she cried out.
“Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Helen screamed, and she rode me so hard the entire van rocked. A guttural growl escaped her lips as she threw her head back. “I’m fucking cumming!”
Ramming up inside her, I felt her body seize, and her body stiffen as her pussy pulsates on me. I felt her pussy close and squeeze on me until finally, her thick thighs slapped together, and she twisted off my cock. She half stood and half crouched in the center of her vehicle with her tits hanging out and a hand covering her pussy as if protecting it.
Suddenly, her eyes opened, and she giggled an embarrassed laugh as she shot a look out the front window and lowered to a crouch between the chairs.
“Jesus Christ baby… a teacher shouldn’t be able to fuck like that,” she giggled. Peering around the van, Helen looked surprised that they didn’t have a crowd watching. Though I was sure more than one or two people passing by knew something was up, none stuck around to gawk.
Helen slipped out of sight from the windows onto her knees and quickly went to work slurping and sucking at my cock. The wet pressure from her sexy lips around the head of my cock as her tongue probed my tip and her hand pumped my shaft was an intoxicating feeling. The powerful orgasm that followed seemed twice as powerful due to the public nature of their placement.
The spurts of warm cum coated her tongue before she swallowed every bit of it. We got dressed while sharing flirtatious giggles and comparing this time to their last. As I left Helen’s minivan, she leaned over and smiled at me before I closed the door.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she said. “I’ve got your number now. I’ll call you next time.”
With a final wink and a bite of her lip, she left.
Chapter Five
Once back at my parent’s home, it was barely one in the afternoon, and I was exhausted from the lack of sleep and, frankly, the amount of sex I had. It was absurd to me, but I wasn’t complaining. I felt like a kid who just unlocked another level in a video game. I knew none of this was possible.
I took a nap and fell asleep to dreams and fantasies. But they weren’t fantasies about the slutty, tattooed Helen who was a walking symbol for raunchy sex, and I didn’t dream about Tabitha, the 20-year-old college girl who was the sorority angel every man wished for from the heavens. Instead, it was erotic, and strangely tender dreams were filled with the silhouette of a woman whose face I barely could recall. In my dreams, I called her Trisha, and they laughed together, whispering their secrets to one another. When they finally did have sex, it wasn’t rough, strange, or lustful. It was, instead, tender and… passionate.
It was one of those dreams I wished would last a lifetime. I never wanted to wake up, and when I finally did to the annoying buzzing of my cell phone, I silenced it and tried to reenter the dream where I was happy and not alone. But then, of course, the phone began to ring again and again. I looked at the phone number that called and didn’t recognize it, so I didn’t answer.
It was 5pm, and I decided to shower and begin figuring out what I was going to do with all my money. I knew it was odd that I hadn’t put much thought into it, but the only thing I really wanted to do was pay off my credit card and student loan debt and… yeah…
Would I keep my job? Should I move? Should I buy a mansion? I need a job still don’t I? I can’t just sit around the house my entire life, right?”
These were the thoughts I had while washing and drying off. All the while, I heard my phone vibrating on the table outside the bathroom.
Dammit, who keeps calling me?
By the time I got to my phone, I saw 24 missed calls, all from the same number.
“What the hell?” I said.
The doorbell to the house went off twice and now I was starting to get a little worried. For some reason, my first thought was that the police were after me, but that didn’t make any sense. I got dressed and went downstairs, only to find three women waiting for me at the door. Their faces lit up with smiles as if I had said the funniest thing, but really, I just opened the door.
“Hey Matt!” a familiar voice chimed. It was Tabitha. She had changed her outfit into a blue dress and redone her makeup as well. “I’ve been calling and calling! We got worried so thought it was best to just come over. Oh, sorry, these are my friends. Taylor and Stephanie.”
“Hii!” Taylor and Stephanie said simultaneously. Taylor had shorter blond hair that was styled and hung just below her ears. Stephanie was curvier of the three but still looked like she belonged on some sexy sorority sister poster for a college. She had brunette hair that hung down the middle of her back.
“Hey… How’d you get you my address… or phone number?” I asked.
“Are you kidding?” Tabitha asked in half a laugh. “You filled out paperwork for your winnings. I just took it off of that. So, the three of us were going to this party at a club in a nearby city. Do you want to come with us, you know, celebrate?”
I definitely got crazy vibes from Tabitha. Between showing up at my house just a few hours after meeting and calling me 24 times, I knew Tabitha was crazy. I knew it. With a deep sigh, I winced and backed out of the offer as politely as possible.
“You know, I-uh, I really tired. So I don’t think so…”
“Oh, come on,” Taylor said with her hand on her hips.
“It’ll be fun,” Stephanie added with a playful wink.
I looked back at the inside of my parent’s house. The sun was falling outside, and the lights weren’t on, so what he saw was the silent and dark house. A house full of half empty cardboard boxes and black trash bags filled with crumpled paper towels and old knick knacks.
“Alright, why not,” I relented.
I got dressed quickly while the girls giggled in the living room, whispering to each other. We drove in Tabitha’s car 45 minutes to the nearest city that had more than three redneck bars. The party was at a nightclub with several other college girls and guys. I walked in and must have looked like a king. Tabitha, Stephanie, and Taylor were fawning over him the entire drive and into the club.
To their credit, they didn’t hide their knowledge or interest in the sudden and massive fortune that had come to me. Everything I said was absolutely hilarious, and I noted the numerous times the girls attempted to find ways to touch my arm or shoulder or brush their legs against mine.
While I might have appeared like a king, I felt like a teacher in a club with students because… well, that’s what it was. I had fun, though. Despite everyone’s attempts to get me wasted, I stuck to my two or three beers for the night. By ten at night, the place was packed wall to wall with people, and the music was impossibly loud. I went to the bar at the far end, where they had a TV playing, to cash out my tab of a dozen drinks because, well, it would’ve been impolite not to buy the girl’s drinks.
As I handed off my credit card, I heard the news say words of “local man,” and “lottery,” and “hundreds of millions of dollars.” I choked on my own spit when I saw it. Looking up at the TV screen, I saw the terrible picture of me shaking hands with the man from earlier this morning, and along the bottom of the screen was a bold print of my name and “Lottery Winner!”
“What the fuck!” I exclaimed out loud by accident. Immediately, everyone in the bar area looked at me, looked at the TV screen, then back to me. I quickly scribbled my name on the bill and put away my wallet as the realization struck everyone that I was the man on TV.
Tabitha ran over and leaped onto me, filled with drunken giggles as her two friends, like shadows, followed. Without warning, her lips were on mine. They were wet and drunk and tasted like seltzer and hints of tequila, which she had been shooting. I broke the kiss as she separated, and she pulled me into a hug so she could whisper in my ear.
“Come… come with me into the bathroom,” Tabitha said with a devious fire in her eyes and a wicked smile on her lips. I pointed to the TV, and Tabitha saw my picture up there before the screen changed. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Tabitha screamed in excitement as if I was a famous person. Her friends seemed to cheer just as much, which sent the bar into a frenzy. Everyone wanted to be my friend, buy me a drink, have me buy them a drink, or do a shot with them.
It was after one particularly drunk patron made me and all the girls do a shot of whiskey with him that I pulled Tabitha to me to speak in her ear, but her fingers slid around my waist, and her leg wrapped around my leg like a snake constricting around her victim.
“What the hell? Your boss asked if I wanted to do a press conference, and I said no. I wanted to be anonymous,” I said.
Tabitha furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Yeah, they did the press conference without you earlier today. They had to release your name; you signed the back of the ticket. Didn’t you read it?” She asked.
“Well, not really…”
“Signing it means you agree to be publicly identified. The whole world knows how rich you are now.”
Taylor pushed on my chest, “You’re famous now!”
The whole world… oh god…
“You know what?” I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Let’s do another shot.”
Chapter Six
Tabitha pulled me through a door that had a sign on it reading, ‘employees only.’ In the short hall that ran back to the kitchen, Tabitha found a door to an employee bathroom as if she knew it was already there, and the two stumbled inside. The bathroom was surprisingly clean compared to the shit show the club’s public bathroom appeared.
Locking the door, Tabitha turned around, letting her black hair whip around like a tail as her eyes found mine. My hands grabbed at her face and neck as my lips pressed against hers. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, my hand fell down over her warm chest and slipped inside her dress with ease. She purred as my fingers closed around her breast and pinched her nipple. The strap of her dress clung to her arm before falling completely off of her shoulder.
We stumbled and fell about the bathroom until Tabitha’s rear bumped into the sink. Her hands quickly went to her skirt and inched the tight fabric up her thick thighs until it was over her hips. My hands slipped under her thick, round ass cheeks and lifted her up onto the sink countertop. She spread her thighs for me and half moaned, half giggled as she now looked down on me. We continued to kiss wildly as her breasts jiggled outside her dress, and her hands undid my belt and jeans.
My cock was already stiff as her palm caressed my shaft up and down, over and over. I kissed her neck and sloppily licked and sucked behind her ear while she lined up the head of my cock with her pussy lips. Pushing my hips forward, I felt the head of my shaft press between her pussy lips, and the wet warmth she radiated engulfed me.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” Tabitha whispered at first. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard!”
Tabitha leaned back, angling her vagina for me to easily push inside her as I did. Her familiar tight, wet pussy sucked around my shaft as I filled her up. My girth flexed and grew inside her as I felt her squeeze and contract on me.
“Oh yeah, daddy!” She cried.
“Ugh,” I groaned as I pulled out and shoved back inside her, feeling how tight she was.
With her lips on mine, we kissed as I began to thrust inside her faster. Soon she was breaking the kiss because all she could do was pant and scream as I fucked her. She leaned back and reached behind her with one hand as she braced herself against the mirror that was attached to the wall.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah-yes fuck me… fuck my pussy!” Tabitha moaned.
I fucked her with hard, steady thrusts that made her other dress strap shake loose from her other shoulder and allowed both her breasts to begin to bounce. My fingers dug into the soft skin of her ass cheeks as I pulled her hips to mine. Tabitha’s other hand clung to the neck of my shirt as if she was safe to make sure I didn’t sneak away in the middle of having sex.
“That’s right, Daddy. Ah ah ahhhoooh fuck… fuck me daddy…. Cum ahh, yes…” she growled when I changed pace and began ramming inside her in slower but harder, forceful thrusts. My long, thick shaft stabbed deep inside her, and I watched Tabitha flip her long jet black hair over her shoulder. Each hard thrust forced a high-pitched, begging squeal to escape Tabitha’s lips.
“Oh god, you’re big fucking cock is gonna make me cum again,” Tabitha screamed. “Fuck that pussy, daddy. Fuck me! Fuck- oh god!”
I watched her tits clap together in circles as I thrust inside her so hard I worried that the countertop might collapse. Tabitha’s thick thighs wrapped around my waist to limit my movement, but I felt the orgasm coming, too. It was happening for both of us.
Tabitha’s breasts bounced wildly and clapped together just beneath her chin. She snapped a hand to her mouth and silenced a scream as it hit and grew louder. “I’m cumming! I’m- I’m fucking cumming!” She screamed the words one syllable at a time as I bucked inside her. On one of my pull-outs, I felt her tight pussy push me out of her as a squirt of orgasm hit my leg and drowned the table she sat on. I quickly shoved my cock back inside her pussy, and Tabitha went wild like a crazed animal. The whites of her eyes were exposed as they rolled backward, and I continued to thrust hard inside her.
It was like a ticking clock that was unstoppable. My orgasm came sooner with every wet, slick thrust inside her. With a final hard buck, I felt Tabitha’s arms and legs loosely bounce around my neck and waist as I groaned in her ear and released a string of warm cum inside this college girl. As I flexed inside her pulsing pussy, I felt Tabitha’s arms and legs tighten and hold my body to hers.
I panted in her ear just as she was in mine, as the last of my semen was milked from my cock.
Chapter Seven
Memories were foggy after that. Hours passed as we danced and laughed and drank… good god, did we drink. The amount of alcohol consumed was dizzying. I remember piling into a taxi and having what felt like a sea of girls swimming across my lap. Later, there would be flashes in my memories of Taylor and Tabitha both half sitting/laying on my lap while Stephanie laid her head on my knee. I remember the laughter and giggles and the familiar hands grabbing, massaging, and touching everyone on me as the taxi driver drove.
By the time we reached Tabitha’s apartment, I had Tabitha on one side kissing and licking my neck, Taylor on the other kissing my cheek, and I felt Stephanie’s hand rubbing up my inner thigh. I couldn’t tell by his yelling if the taxi driver was more angry or jealous when he was shouting at me to get out.
“Come on,” Stephanie said, pulling me towards the apartment building. All three of the women clung to me for stability, even though I myself could barely stand. When I would wake up the following day, I wouldn’t remember most of what happened at the club, but what happened in this apartment… I definitely would never forget that.
“Hurry!” Taylor stomped as her friend struggled to unlock her door with her keys. Taylor complained about how badly she had to pee the entire drive.
When Tabitha finally clicked the lock open, she looked back at me with drunken eyes and a horny smirk. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said as she opened the door.
