8 comments/ 67186 views/ 5 favorites The Best Move I ever Made By: Rellik04 Life sucks, for two years now I have been unemployed. 30 years of age and I can't get past the first door; interviews; I've had that many interviews that I can almost write the script for what were to be asked and said at them, they are nearly all identical. I live in a single room flat, which is all I can afford on the unemployment payment I receive from the government. Every year the conditions of entitlement get harder and harder. In winter I can't afford to heat the flat, so I sit wrapped in my bed quilt, watching the TV, which I managed to retrieve from a bulk refuge collection day, outside a house nearby, if I never had my TV I would be lost. I have enough money to pay the rent and one meal a day. I manage to pay for the energy I use, but only just. In the summer here, when the temperature goes up into the high thirties or even forties Celsius, I open all windows and just sweat it out. New clothes are out of the question; I go to the opportunity shop and get replacements, when I can manage to save enough. This has resulted in my dress appearance getting scruffier and scruffier, which in turn puts off any prospective employers from hiring me. It's a vicious circle. Hope, I can tell you is slowly dwindling. I couldn't afford a lady friend, I have no money to spend, and even if I do meet one, they are driven away with the one thing most men crave for, a big cock. Mine is nine and a half inch long, and I have often envied the chaps who were born with a normal sized penis. Anyway that is the background, now for the story. I was returning from another rejection of employment, walking of course, for I couldn't even afford the bus fare. They will reimburse the fare if I apply for it, but I must produce the ticket. I can't afford the ticket, so how can I get a rebate? As I said I was walking back home and I saw all these signs for a Super Draw Lotto of $30 million to be held on Saturday. Lying on the pavement outside one of these shops was a $5 bill and like a vulture I pounced on it and clutched it in my hand; to me this was a fortune windfall. I walked away clutching this precious note in my hand, afraid to let it go in case it vanished. I kept thinking maybe it was a sign to play the coming lottery. So at the next Lotto Agent I went in and asked what was the least I could play and was told four entries for $1.80. I went to the counter with the tickets and chose four lots of six numbers, anywhere on the ticket. It was chance and every number has an equal chance, well that is what they keep telling us. I got my tickets authenticated and received my entry ticket. I handed over my fortune and clutching the change I headed for home. Saturday I sat waiting for the numbers, and watched them being drawn one by one, and on one ticket the numbers coincided. My heart nearly stopped after I got four, then five and finally the whole six numbers. I couldn't believe it, in my hand was the winning ticket, or at least one of them, for in these draws people form syndicates and usually they get about a million or so each. A million, if I get a proportion of that I'll be in heaven. I carefully put the ticket away in a drawer and almost every hour I checked that it was still there, I couldn't watch TV, sleep, or anything, and my mind was going round and round. To say that I had a stressful weekend would be an understatement. Monday morning I watched the clock, I knew where the Lotteries Commission Building was and how long it would take me to reach there. I was determined to be there as the doors opened at nine. The ticket I had put in a small plastic envelope, put it in my shirt pocket then sewn the pocket up, I wasn't going to loose this ticket. To pass the time I put on my small radio, which was part of my clock and the news came on. 'There is only one winner in this weekend Lottery draw and no claim has yet been made'. The announcer said. God am I the only one, did I get the numbers right, these things buzzed through my head. A multi-millionaire, if I am, I'll damn well not squander it, I've been through the mill and I will watch every cent, but I'm getting ahead of myself, calm down I kept saying to myself. The journey to the Lotteries Commission Building took less time than I had estimated. So I was standing outside watching everyone in case they were going to pinch my ticket. Everyone was a suspect, how silly could I get, yet that was the way I was thinking. I was shaking with excitement so much that I just couldn't keep still. As the doors opened, the lady who opened them gave me a smile, but I ignored her and went straight to the counter, took out my small penknife and cut the threads on my pocket. The person behind the counter didn't seem to bother; maybe she had seen all this before. Anyway, I handed her the plastic envelope with my ticket inside. She put the ticket in her machine, and the bells and whistles started. On hearing this, a number of officials came out of their offices and congratulated me on being the only winner. It was correct, I had won. I sat down on the chair offered and for a minute I was lost to this world. I was handed a cheque for the whole $30 million and a certificate to say I was a Lotto winner. I was offered a drink of fizzy alcohol, which I refused and made straight for my bank. The teller just stared at me when I handed it over. "Can I deposit that in my account and draw just a thousand?" "No I'm sorry it will take three working days before it can be cleared, then you can have as much as you want." "It's from the Lotteries Commission here in town; I even have a certificate to show I am the winner." "We can get 24 hour clearance but that will cost you $25, but must be paid in cash now." "I suppose the bank gets 3 days interest on the $30 million as well, you're worse than robbers." Someone in the back must have heard and a supervisor came out. "What's the problem here?" he asked in a stern voice. When the teller told him and showed him the cheque he spoke to me. "I'm sorry but that is the Banking rules." "I'll wait the three days and I'll be back Thursday to withdraw." "Friday sir, three full working days." "Well Friday then and I'll be looking elsewhere to conduct my banking." I stormed out of that place furious, then I remembered I still had my bank card. I never used it, as I couldn't afford the payments; I had a $5,000 limit on that. That cheered me up; at least I could buy a complete set of clothing, so that I could feel comfortable once more. I only purchased enough clothing to give me three changes, I will get more once I know what I was going to do, and anyway I felt on top of the world. As I made my way home, I went into the supermarket and bought six frozen meals, plus other essentials like milk and bread all paid by credit card. Why not by the end of the week I will consider this expense pocket money. I returned home with my groceries and new clothing. First I was going to have a decent meal, so one went into the microwave and the others into the freezer compartment of the fridge. This was the most I have ever had at one sitting in the two years and I enjoyed every morsel. Next I showered, and put on my new clothing, all my other stuff, and I mean all, were put into the bags I got with my new clothes and put in the dust bin. Nothing of the past, as far as clothing went was left. I really like living in a high rise building, so I decide I would buy an apartment, a real upper class one. But some had wild parties and I hated noisy neighbours, for even in these places where the young, fast and wealthy live, they have noisy parties. I know, I spent three years as a policeman, and some of these were as bad as the state housing areas. So this afternoon dressed in my new clothes, I strolled into the biggest estate agents in the state, and told them what I wanted. It took showing them my lottery winning certificate before anyone really took notice, but then they couldn't do enough for me. Here was a big fat commission, and anything Sir wanted, Sir would get. First they showed me photos of the available apartments, and I was surprised there were so many available, many with vacant possession. We then spent until 7pm going through some of the ones I had chosen from the list; I called it a day at this stage and said we would continue to-morrow. "When would you like to start?" "Let's start early pick me up at eight, then we will have time to really look at the remainder." This was after he had taken me back to my present flat. I was beginning to find out what power one has once it's known you are wealthy. Anyway I have to pass three days doing something. That night I wrote to the authorities who paid my unemployment benefit, told them I am no longer looking for work and to stop any further payments. I liked doing that, it gave me real satisfaction, when I thought, 'no longer looking for employment', God that was a great feeling. We spent the next day and half the following inspecting units, there was nothing I felt comfortable in, or knew it was full of the jet set and they would be partying to all hours. I was wondering if I would ever get one I really liked. It was then I spotted a high rise block about seventeen stories high. Close to the city and overlooking the river, somehow I was attracted to this place and deep down I knew that this was the place I wanted. "How about that building, is there any apartments for sale in there?" I pointed. "Yes, but it's almost all elderly owners, there are three apartments for immediate occupation, one is the penthouse." "Lets go and see them," I said knowing deep down that this was my destiny, after the lottery win I now took note of signs and feelings. Walking into the reception area of the building I knew that this was home. We went up to the fifth floor in a whisper quiet lift. I knew this was not my unit, but the agent opened the door, which was opposite the lift and we went in. They were huge really, and very deceptive on their size from the outside. There were three bedrooms two bathrooms a study room, lounge and dinning room, a nice neat kitchen and laundry, which I was surprised was totally fitted, same with the laundry. "Why didn't you want me to look at these units?" I asked outright. "They aren't cheap but because they are predominately elderly owners, significantly cheaper than some of the apartments I have shown you. I thought you would rather live in a community predominately of your own age group" "These seem roomier and with a better layout, and the whole building has a better feel about it. Let's look at the other two," well eventually we reached the penthouse unit, this was mine, I knew on walking in and it had a fantastic view of the river and city." "This is it. How much?" "As you can see it hasn't been occupied and I can tell you it is a real bargain for $700,000, you've seen the others they are in the millions." By this time it was after 8 pm and still the view of the city and the river was great. I could see the ferries and the traffic flowing with their lights. It's going to be great living here after my hell hole. "You start the procedures; I will be in to-morrow to pay the full price plus all the other add-ons. Thank you, you have done me a great service. You must know a good interior designer who would decorate and furnish this for me." "As a matter of fact I do I'll have her at the office at eleven to-morrow. If you could come early we can get all the documents signed and completed by then, so you and she can sort out what you want." "By the way who is she?" "My wife!" "I like that, I like doing business with you. Keeping it in the family." But somehow I thought it funny he being married. After spending nearly three days with him, I was certain he was gay. The morning following as I walked into the bank a man dressed in pin striped trousers and a black jacket rushed to meet me. "I'm the assistant district manager; I believe there was a bit of misunderstanding on Monday." "There sure was, I think you are the most tight fisted lot I have ever met, you know that that cheque would be honoured, yet you deliberately talked down to me, and made me feel a right nerd. All I wanted was money to at least have a good meal, but no, you wouldn't let me have a small amount of the $30 million you held in my name. No, you would rather I starve than release a part of that money. Well I am going to seek financial advice, but not from you lot. I want a cheque book now, as I have an important appointment." He was trying to usher me away from the other customers who were listening to every word and he was getting flustered. "Please come in here and I will arrange a cheque book right away." He spoke to a clerk who was near by, who dashed away to the back. "Please reconsider, the three people have been severely reprimanded over the affair, but we had no way of contacting you." "I know, for I had no money to have a telephone installed." "In the case of Lottery winners we usually allow a small advance." "Well I got nothing, and I will never forget that." The clerk came in with the cheque book; I signed for it and left, saying no more. The Estate Agents were really efficient; they had everything under way with the cheque in their hands, while Mrs White that is the Interior Designer, was waiting with her husband for me to complete the transaction. "My name is Wilma; my husband said you wanted someone to outfit your new apartment." "That's right Wilma, do you want to come and see it?" "I already have, I spent almost all of last night looking at it and from what my husband told me about you, I made some sketches what I think would be appropriate." "That's efficient, let me see the sketches?" She and her husband had got me right; there was none of the gaudy modern crappy chrome and glass, that isn't me at all, but a lovely comfortable looking environment. "You are brilliant, that's just it and I like the wide flat TV screen, I want Pay-TV installed, and a broadband Internet connection." "I have taken all that into account, even though the apartment has never been occupied I suggested a slight colour change to the walls." "Right go ahead, I want to move in as soon as possible. When will you be ready? "To-morrow if you give me a deposit now." "To-morrow, that quick?" "Yes we are used to this, we have people who work through the night, I can assure you it will be completed by 8am to-morrow morning." "Here's a cheque for $15,000, will that do." "No I would rather you gave me $5,000 and the balance, after the work is done." "If that is how you want it, see you to-morrow morning. Do you want the keys?" "No I have the second set, they will be left inside after we have finished. Thank you for trusting us." Now I had to get myself a car, and a mobile phone. I'm not getting an expensive car; the hoons will only target it. I'll buy a standard family car, which will do me fine. I could have asked Mr White to take me to a car dealer, but I needed to get some cash and I have never used my account card at an ATM for so long I just wanted to be able to use it once again. Freedom from debt was wonderful. I withdrew the maximum of $500 and if felt an enormous amount compared with what I had a week ago. Alongside the ATM was the telephone company shop, so I went in and got myself the simplest mobile handset that took prepaid, which suited me fine and arranged for installation of the telephone in my new address, but I found that Mrs White had already even arranged that, but instead of having to send me the forms to sign I signed them there, so that was now finalised. I hailed a taxi and asked him to take me to a Ford dealer. Once there I asked the sales man if I bought a new car how long before delivery." "Two days, at the earliest," he replied. "I need one now to get around in." "We will lend you a Demo model, if you purchase a new one." We started dealing and I got a six cylinder car with all the extras, which I paid for by cheque, there and then, no good waiting. I wasn't getting any interest from my cheque account, so it is better the dealer gets it, by doing this I felt I got a better deal. The model they lent me was the same model as I had purchased with all the same extra's, so I got acquainted to where everything was, which would be the same on mine. Now I had wheels, and a new home. I sat in the car and using my mobile gave notice to the estate agents I rented the flat from, telling them that I would be vacating the flat by 8am to-morrow, and the key would be handed to the caretaker. I had a bond to be returned for I had paid four weeks in advance so when I gave them the address to send my bond too, they asked twice for confirmation. "I've just bought an apartment there and moving in to-morrow." That will get them talking, from the low end of town renting, to the expensive end of town buying. I drove to my old flat, collected all my personal things, which fitted into a single suitcase and went to see the caretaker, who was a pensioner doing this job to get some extra cash, I think he got free rent. He was a nice old man and his daughter stayed with him. I just called him Pops. I handed him a hundred dollars and told him I was moving out and could he get someone to tidy up the flat for final inspection, which he did anyway. He sure was grateful, and said he would confirm that everything was correct. Also he could have anything of mine I left for himself. I put the suitcase and my clothes in the trunk and drove to a five star hotel where I was going to spend the night. My New Life I was met in the reception of the apartment building, by the manager and Mrs White, who had just come down from my apartment. I never realised there were so many rules in Strata title dwellings, but they all made sense and lent themselves for consideration for other tenants. He welcomed me and kept calling me sir, which I had to get used to as I noticed that even the bank staff calls me that now. My three parking bays in the basement were by the express lift, which serviced the top ten floors, others only had two. I was told that my name had already been painted on them. After all the hand shaking etc Mrs White and I went up to my flat, on the slow lift which to me is fast enough. When I opened the door it was like a show house, and I loved what she had done to it, I walked through the rooms and they seemed great. The study had a desk and a high back chair and I noticed a safe with the door open which was built into another cupboard, so that it looked like a set of drawers. This was my new home, I just couldn't believe it. "Right you have done a great job when do I pay you?" She handed me the account, I couldn't believe she done all this for the cost shown." "Is this the final account, and I just have to pay this amount the difference?" "Yes that's it." "I made a cheque out and added an extra $500 to it and handed it to her." "This is too much." "The extra is for you, for your very efficient work." I could see she couldn't help herself for she took me by the arms and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then realised what she had done. "I'm sorry I got carried away." "Oh don't be sorry, I liked that." To be continued The Best Move I ever Made Ch. 02 She had no longer left when the door bell rang and a lady of about sixty was standing there, she was dressed in a floral dress and had short blue rinse hair. Gold bangles on her wrists, a pearl necklace around her neck, and a huge smile on her face, her eyes were all over the room." I invited her in, as it was obvious she was a resident by her dress alone. "Oh what a beautiful view, I have never been up this high; oh, your home is beautiful." She then turned to face me, "Forgive me young man, my name is Marcia Hines unit 4/6th floor. All the others no doubt will be up to meet you, to give you the once over more like. I don't know if you are aware, but most of the residents are in my age group or older, and we have very few men, mostly old spinsters and widows. It's nice to see some younger people in the building." "Thank you Marcia, I would offer you something to drink but, I have just taken possession, and I haven't even got my toothbrush up yet." "Come with me then and I will give you a cup of coffee, and introduce you to some of the others, who are having coffee in my unit at this moment." Entering Marcia's flat you knew it was a woman's, frilly things all over, there were four ladies sitting around a coffee table with cups in their hands. All of them were dressed in similar dresses, and wearing enough gold jewellery to buy one of these units. The ages I would say ranged from mid fifties to mid sixties. I am lousy estimating women's ages. "Girls this is Duncan, he has just bought the last penthouse which was empty, and the view from his lounge is fantastic. Now this is Sheila, forget about surnames we never use them anyway, 5th unit 3. Margaret 8th floor, unit 3, Janet also 8th floor unit four, and Mary Fourth unit 1." As their names were called they all smiled and nodded their heads. "I hope I get to know you all a lot better, it is very nice to see such a group of lovely ladies." This made them all coy and blushes and right away I knew I had said the right thing. Almost in unison they said, "you have to come and see us, you will always be welcome." Then they looked at one another and burst out laughing. "Well I won't be lonely with all these invites." Again this made them all look at each other and giggle. Marcia had a coffee poured and handed me it, as she indicating a chair within the circle round the coffee table. "What do you do for a living Duncan?" Marcia asked but I knew it was for the group and I was in the process of being interrogated. I am sure these women were better at it than many people realised. It had to happen soon, so better to get it over with and stop wagging tongues, with all the wrong assumptions. "I am a man of leisure, I won $30 million on Lotto and I have no intention of working again." "Oh lovely, you mean you will be here all day." "Well unless I go out." "Are you married, I see no ring?" "Never have been and don't want to, I have no girl friends, except you five lovelies, and I'm not gay, far from it I can assure you." That really got them giggling and I saw at least two grinding there crossed legs together, the randy old buggers. "Why no woman friends then?" "I am not that keen on the flighty young things, I like a woman who knows what she wants and not afraid to come out and ask. Also I have difficulties with women that I don't want to discuss at this time, ladies." "But you would discuss it at a later time." "It all depends on the person and the circumstance." I reached and took a piece of creamed sponge cake that was on the table and sank my teeth into it. Here was a luxury that had been denied me for two years and it tasted fantastic. "Who made this sponge cake, it tastes fantastic, lovely and light." "I made it, do you want me to make you one, I love cooking," said Janet. "That's not all she loves, I can tell you," Sheila whispered to Margaret who was sitting along side her, but was clearly heard by all assembled. "Oh yes please, but I would make a hog of myself and scoff the lot at one sitting, maybe later once I get settled in." "Could we see your unit, Marcia seems impressed." "Sure you're welcome, and then you will know where it is and have no hesitation of calling anytime." As we left Marcia linked her arm through mine, I think she felt she was loosing possession and wanted to reaffirm her claim on me, I think against Janet at least. This was like a chess game, claiming and counter claiming a man. Seeing Marcia on one arm, Mary linked into the other and looked up at me and gave me a wink. God they were like bees around a honey pot. They all thought my apartment was beautiful. "I see none of your things?" Mary asked "I haven't had time to bring them up, I only have a few possessions any way, I threw all my old life away, this is a new start. I'll go shopping next week, for the things I haven't got. "I'll give you a hand to bring them up if you want," cut in Marcia. "I would appreciate that, very much." All the other ladies departed to their own units or wherever they were going, leaving Marcia and I on our own. "Well let's go and park my car and bring up my few and only possessions." I took her arm and she was as pleased as punch. She kept close to me all the way down. I had parked my car in the visitors parking at the front, so drove the car to my designated and signed bays in the underground garage. We emptied the boot, between us it was easy as I had one suitcase, my bedding in a bundle and my clothes, which I had over my arm and in a plastic bag. "Is this all you own; poor man," Marcia exclaimed. She loved the high speed lift. It went up like a bullet and I felt my stomach on the ground floor when I was in the fifth. "Wow that is some ride," I said to no one in particular. I hung and placed my clothes in the walk in wardrobes and they were lost in the vast empty space. They weren't wardrobes, they were dressing rooms with spaces provided to place and hang ones clothes. "Looks rather sickly, doesn't it," Marcia said from behind me. "It sure does." "There's more to moving in than just clothes, can I help you, I'll make a list of what you want and we can go to a department store, but they won't deliver on a Saturday. So what say we go first thing on Monday and they will have it all here by that afternoon, there is far too much to carry?" "Marcia I could kiss you." "Well why don't you I won't object." So I did, I took her in my arms and she flung her arms around my neck and started tonguing me, and rubbing her crotch against my thigh. It looks as if my new life is going to be alright, if they are all like this, it will be like a piece of heaven, but what about my affliction will that stop them? "You sure put yourself into it Marcia, I think we are going to have a nice friendship." I was still holding her and looking down at her smiling face. "Come down to my unit and we will start on your list, and you can have something to eat with me, as you again have nothing in here, Monday will be a huge shopping day," she said almost with a pleading voice. "Thank you that would be most helpful, but only for a short time." I didn't want to sound too eager, as I didn't really know the lady that well. The real start of my new life She beamed now, and we returned down to her place, I helped her collect up all the cups and things that were left from her tea party. Then we got down to compiling the list. She moved closer and closer, her hand first casually was placed on my leg then moved up my thigh a little at a time. I was rock hard and she was getting very close to finding out. "You know Marcia what I said about the women I like? If they want something I like them to ask straight out, not beat about the bush. So what do you want of me?" "I want you to make love to me, its years since I've even been near a man." "You mean fuck you, or you want to fuck me it's the same thing." "Oh I never use that language." "Well use it and you may get what you want." "Will you fuck me, I really want to, even at this time of the day." "Since you've been a good girl, why not," I said giving her a kiss on her lips. "I want to fuck in the bedroom, its hard saying that word but I will if you will." I picked her up and carried her down the passageway. She loved this. "Which one is yours?" "The end door like yours!" she said, hands round my neck kissing the side of my neck." "Naked or clothed Marcia?" "I haven't time to get undressed I'll just remove my panties." I expected to see thick cotton, but silk flimsies were what came off. She then jumped on the bed and spread her legs. "So it's the missionary position you like?" "Is there any other?" "Doggy fashion, cock-horse, yes there as quite a few more choices," I answered her. "I want to experiment, Doggy, yes; let me have it that way." "Well on your hands and knees and head on the pillow, bum up." She complied but wanted to watch. "Don't look not the first time," I said pushing her head down I got behind her, lifted her dress over her ample buttocks and there was this beautiful sight of womanhood, I got harder just looking at it. I slipt my finger between the rubbery lips and she was soaked. She was ready as she ever would be. I slipped into her body with my nine and a half inch weapon, but just until the head was consumed by her moist womanhood. "Oh I can't take you; you're far too big for me," she said trying to get up. "Nonsense Marcia, in a short time you'll be shouting for more, you wait and see. You push back as I push in, that's a good girl." I pushed and sure enough I felt her pushing, I coaxed her and said words of endearment as I slowly sank into the depths of her clinging maw. She was moaning about being stretched and couldn't take any more, but she was still pushing against my thrust, assisting me to enter her. All this verbal was punctuated with Ahhhh and Ohhhh's. Soon I was embedded to the hilt and she felt really tight around my invading phallus, but as I waited I felt the vaginal muscles readjust to the intrusion and take up its new shape. "How is that Marcia? I hear no complaints from you now?" "At first I thought you were going to tear me apart, but now I have this wonderful feeling, I've never felt like this before. You are big, that was what you were trying to tell us, oh god and I took it all. How big are you?" "Don't talk woman, I thought you wanted to fuck." The first few minutes were a bit tight and the strokes slow, but she just seemed to relax and I was sliding in and out of her hot oily pussy like a well lubricated piston. She increased the pace and her orgasm, though not world shattering I think enough to satisfy her, this time, I carried on and since I haven't had a woman for a long time really unloaded into her my spermaceous dosage." "I felt that, there seems to be a lot of it," she gasped. "Yes and it's all for you sweetheart." I slipped out still hard, for I wanted her now to see my penis and lay down beside her. She sat up and looked at my monster and without any coaxing she took the wet sticky shaft coated in our mixed secretions and placed her mouth over the head, engulfing it completely. She had done this before, by the eagerness and skill she showed with her tongue cleaning the head, then she removed her head and tongued my entire shaft. "I loved that, I have never seen so big a cock in my life, and to think I had that between my legs. Wow, can I have it again sometime?" "I also don't like one-night stands, I like long relationships." "Well you have one here, I heard that once a woman has a big cock it ruins her for normal ones?" "Yes I've heard that many times." She lay down beside me and we just lay there for a while silent, me still semi hard and I know it wouldn't take much to get hard again. "Do you think I'm lovely, you said you had us as your girl friends, you may have hit the nail on the head more than you think?" "Marcia I think you're beautiful, and the loveliest backside I have seen." "Please stay here to-night, I would like you to and maybe we could er, fuck again?" "You want that, inviting me to stay the night, you only met me to-day." "And look what we have done already." "I'll think about it." I didn't want to sound too eager, I was staying in this building and it would be nice to have at least one woman on a string and eager to pleasure. "Marcia I have to go out for a while but I will take you up on your meal offer." "I had better get up and get started preparing then," she said swinging her legs off the bed and padded off down the passage. I too got up and dressed, leaving her singing away to herself as I departed down the lift. I went to the nearest supermarket and really restocked my larder. Well it wasn't restocking it was starting afresh. I was surprised that I spent over $300 on the items, but now I had enough food to last me. I returned to my unit and packed everything away, finally making myself a coffee and sitting down admiring the view for the first time in my new surroundings. I just couldn't get over the feeling of relaxed satisfaction, I am certain this was the right place for me, I didn't need much and there was an abundance of female companions on hand. Having been sex starved for over two years this was like a Muslin martyr's paradise. I was brought out of my dreamland by the telephone ringing. It was Marcia asking when I was coming down. Time seemed to have slipped by so quickly, I had been so relaxed. I knocked on Marcia's door and she shouted that it was open and to come straight in. From the kitchen area I heard her voice. "Duncan, Jocelyn my daughter wants to see you, she lives on the 12th floor unit 1, she is a 40 year old model, a bit snooty and I think still a virgin, then I may be wrong. She gets right up everyone's nose and earns about $10,000 an hour when she works; also she thinks everyone is inferior. She will be here to-night, she calls in every Saturday evening when she is in town. Marcia was busy in the kitchen cooking our dinner, I went behind her and slipped my hand up her dress and placed my hand between her legs, I had my middle finger curved and I entered her passage, she still hadn't put on her panties. "Now this very minute, get your panties on, I won't have my number one lady friend going about bare arsed." "Are you telling me what to wear now?" "Yes, so get going and get properly dressed." To my surprise she went to her bedroom and when she returned she lifted her dress showing she was wearing black panties with red lace borders. "Will that do, master." "Yes, I don't want you flashing your parts to any stranger, I know there is only the two of us just now but any stranger can call. I don't want you to be embarrassed." Seven o'clock the door opened and in walked this beautiful woman, it was obvious what her profession was the way she walked and her posture, I think she felt she was still on the catwalk, but she was getting a bit over the top now. But I suppose they still needed models for mature women's clothing. She was striking and been made up by a professional. "So you are the new penthouse owner, mother has said quite a lot about you and her." "So she said I fucked the arse off her did she, I bet you didn't know I had to order her to wear panties, she was wandering around bare arsed." Shock wasn't the name, both mother and daughter just stopped what they were doing and both their mouths dropped open. "What did you just say, please repeat it?" Jocelyn said with that down the nose snotty look. "You heard, was it true." "She didn't quite say it in these terms, and I didn't know about the panties, no need to order me I wear panties." But this time she had a smile on her face. "I told her I didn't want her being embarrassed if a stranger came and caught her bare arsed." "Did she do as you told her?" "Yes why shouldn't she." "What hold do you have over her that she done it, she never was as submissive before." "She's a big cock woman now and once they have a big cock man they all act the same. Why do you want to meet me, your mother says you want to talk to me?" "Well it is very delicate and for once I'm lost for words." "Marcia, do you know what your daughter wants to speak to me about?" I shouted to her in the kitchen. "She wants you to fuck her." "Is that true, all you have to do is ask." "Yes, I need a man, and when mum told how you had satisfied her beyond her wildest dreams, I wanted that too I've never had an orgasm in my life, and I know no man who I would even consider." "If your mother and I hadn't fucked you wouldn't have thought I would fulfil that task, isn't that true." "Yes I suppose so. You are really embarrassing me talking like this. I've never spoken to a man like this before." "Why don't you, the sexual act is between a man and a woman, not your mother, so you should tell him what you want, and it saves a lot of heartache." "Would you fuck me?" I don't like using that word but mum used it so I suppose I will too." "When do you want us to get together?" "What about to-night, I really need a man, I'm frustrated as hell." "Marcia, do you mind if I call a rain check to-night, Jocelyn asked me to fuck her?" "She didn't, you actually came right out and asked him, I thought you wouldn't lower yourself to ask a man Jocelyn. Are you at last becoming normal?" "Oh mum please." "I love you darling, and I know you will be a different woman when next we meet. Yes, Duncan go with her, she needs you more than I do." "There now, come and give me a cuddle and let me get to know you, your mother will take another half hour to prepare dinner." She removed the jacket she was wearing and she had on a white blouse, which showed small breasts, or they looked small. She came and sat by my side, I put my arm around her, it took a minute or two before she moved closer. I leant over and kissed her, at least she responder here and it was obvious she loved to neck. But when I put a hand on her thigh she jumped back. "Christ Jocelyn, we are going to get a lot closer and personal than that, so stop pulling back." Just then Marcia came into the room and stood in front of us. "How are you two getting on, are you cuddling up?" "No she doesn't like me touching her, not like you lovely." As I said that I slipped my hand up between her legs and she moved into my hand and then closed her legs trapping my hand. "See your mother doesn't mind at all, in fact she hopes I will grope her." "Maybe later, this is a totally different situation than I'm used to." As she was saying this and I was leaning slightly forward, I slipped my hand quickly between her legs and cupped her sex through the sheer panties. "Oh please, she put her arms round my neck and kissed me. "See Jocelyn it isn't all that bad," Marcia said as she returned to the kitchen. "Your soaking wet, you sure are wanting something," I whispered in her ear. "I have been fantasising since mum called. I like your hand where it is, it's not as intrusive as I thought it would be." I undone my zip and eased my cock out of my underpants, took her hand and placed it on my weapon. "This is for you; it's up to you how you use it." "God it feels huge, are you sure, I can take it, and mum has had more experience," she whispered. "Slight discomfort for a couple of minutes then its all over, everything else is pleasure, believe me." "God I can't get my dinner fast enough." I deftly pulled the leg of her panties to one side and slipped my finger up and down her crack, rubbing her clitoris occasionally. Then I slipped a finger into her vagina, by this time she was squirming on the lounge. The Best Move I ever Made Ch. 02 "You seem to be enjoying yourself now." "Can we give it a rest until we get in my apartment; I am convinced we can make beautiful love." "No we will fuck one another blind." "Yes and that too." Dinner was superb, Marcia was an excellent cook, I told her so and she beamed with pride. I could see deep down that she was happy for her daughter. "Look you two kids run along, I have to get down and create a shopping list for Duncan. We are going out early on Monday, and I love spending someone else's money." "Keep the satin or silk sheets off the list, I keep slipping off these, you get no purchase on then." This brought roars of laughter from them both. "Now I know what to use to discourage you, which I would never do, it's the reverse in my case, what gives you the best purchase?" Asked Marcia. "Mother! How can you say such things?" But she was still laughing. The Best Move I ever Made Ch. 03 Jocelyn's apartment was exactly what I asked Mrs White not to put in, all glass and chrome, good for show but not for comfort, but then that was her profession, practicality negative, show plus, plus. She wasted no time starting to undress, right on entry, she threw the jacket thing she was wearing on a chair and started unbuttoning her blouse as she made down the left passageway. Her bedroom was nothing fancy; practical for sleeping nothing else I would class it. She turned on entering and wrapped her arms or should I say her whole body round me and almost engulfed me with her passion. "God! I'm burning hot, I have an ache between my legs that is consuming me, come hurry lets get on the bed." She was soon completely nude and she had that thin model look of being half starved and yes her breasts were only half grapefruit size but her areoles were huge and her nipples were standing proud. "I want it doggy fashion like you did mother," she said and immediately took up the position as I made Marcia take. I only had on my trousers so I went behind her and dropped them and mounted the bed and got up close to this narrow hipped woman, but she was showing all the right equipment, I had a salacious view of her unprotected lovely light pink vulva. When I opened them up she spilled some of her lubricating juices, which must have been dammed there. In one motion I placed and inserted my knob until it was buried. She shot as far forward as she could but in her position wasn't that far. "Oh god you have injured me I feel liquid running down my thighs." "I haven't injured you and that fluid you feel is your own, you're that wet and worked up your secreting like mad." Of course by her actions I slipped out. Without thinking I slapped her bottom, but instead of disapproval she turned her head towards me. "Oh slap me again I like that." I gave her about another six open handed slaps on her now reddening rump and much to my surprise her breathing became shallower and she was pressing herself hard against my body. "Oh Duncan, put it in now, I want you inside me." This time there was no pulling away, I slipped into her very well oiled love nest. She was tight but not all that tight, virgin no, but I would say not much used, well not for some time anyway, I was enjoying this lovely tight enclosure round my penis which was slowly moving down my shaft as I was sinking into her body, She was pushing back helping me and within half a minute I was as far as I was ever going to get. As usual I stopped and allowed her body to acclimatise to this new intrusion. "Duncan that feels wonderful, God I didn't think I have felt so stuffed full, and it's sending wonderful sensations all over my body." I took her hips and pulled her in a little more. "Oh God yes, "she uttered giving a short push back of her hips, "you're right up my body, you've skewered me like a roasting pig." I started the pumping then and she went into a three dimensional rolling and thrusting, but again for just a few seconds, for she started shuddering, and I mean shuddering as ripples run up and down her vagina. "Oh fuck, what a feeling," she shouted. I hoped the walls were good and soundproofed. I kept on going nice and slow, long and deep, taking my tool almost out and then sliding in slowly, she was slacking up after every stroke making it easier and easier. Again she climaxed, she was having orgasms almost every thirty seconds. She was right when she said she was horny and I was surely benefiting from this, as I have never felt so many orgasms in any woman I fucked before. God I thought, I hope she is on the Pill or something, for with this number of climaxes immediately I shoot my load there is sure to be an egg eagerly waiting. Fuck it, I thought she wanted it, and if she wants a good fucking I will oblige. The pace increased and then I knew that the one she was having now was the big one, I felt the tightening of her vaginal muscles and it and the feeling of my own on-coming climax made this even more intense. Then I exploded, she shuddered and thrust herself back and up. She was now sitting on my lap driving me back onto my heels, with my phallus spurting like mad into her shuddering and quivering body. Instead of falling forward she fell on her side bringing me with her and we lay like stacked spoons, while her breathing started to calm down and her heart stopped racing. I could feel it, we were that close. I had my right hand round her cupping the handful of breast, for that was all there was of it. But it still felt good, even though I prefer a good full bosom. "Duncan, now I believe the tale about becoming a big cock woman, once violated with one I could never go back to a normal cock. I know now why mum does as you ask, she is afraid she won't have access to a big cock, its fear of not getting it any more." "You feel the same way too, Jocelyn?" "In a small way, but then I still have it up inside me, so I have my big cock, it's when it's not there the problem will arise." "You wanton woman you." "Yes master. I am your slave, well as far as sex, sorry fucking goes." "We'll see." "What do you mean by that we'll see." "Nothing just lie back and enjoy, I am; I think you grip my cock wonderfully, and I'm enjoying it." "Well it will be here any time, you care to call." "You see it's started already, you are looking forward for more." "I wouldn't be human if I didn't, you are definitely the right size for me, I can feel that." Soon we were fast asleep, and I was thankful that these apartments were air-conditioned and the temperature constant. I woke up just as the sun was rising, I had slipped out and Jocelyn was still soundly asleep. I covered her with the turned down bedding and slipped out of her unit, up to mine. I had spent at the most three hours in my own unit and even then some of that time with others there. I wanted to flavour the opulence on my own, that was why I left her asleep. I used my shower for the first time, and washed all the sex scent off my body, dried and slipped the towel around my waist, and started nosing around. I flicked on the huge wall TV and discovered I had paid TV connected. In the kitchen there was a small jar of coffee and some small bags of sugar, a mug and a container of long life milk, with a note propped against them. I called to drop off the spare keys I thought you won't have any beverages so this was to tide you over until you do, but I see you have been shopping. Mrs White - 040-5555-1235 her mobile telephone number, now why would she put that in. God is she another one? Let's see I thought, it's early, she says she works all hours so she may still be up. I dialled the number and waited, but only for three rings, when I heard her voice. "Mrs White, how can I help you?" "I got your note and I was wondering how I can help you?" "Oh you can in fact I've even heard that you already have helped some of the tenants. My mother, I hope my sister hasn't got to you first?" "Your mother's name wouldn't be Marcia Hines by any chance." "Yes, she sure is a fast worker; she can sniff out a good fuck better than any one I know." "I suppose you want a bit of the same?" "If I can, can I come now, I'm only round the corner and I was just going to go home, so I can't stay." "A case of fuck and run is that it." "This time yes, if we are right for one another, then we could arrange something else." "Well what are you waiting for; I can't hear the door bell." Ten minutes later I did, and Mrs White was standing at the door. She walked in and looked at me standing there with a towel wrapped around my waist. "You are ready I see." She said with a laugh and planted a kiss this time not on my cheek but fully on the lips. "I somehow knew we would meet again, but not this soon, I wish I had gone with my instincts before mother got to you." "Doesn't your husband satisfy you then?" "Ours is a marriage of convenience, but we have a young daughter, of sixteen and I can't leave her at home all alone, for God knows where my supposed husband is." She slipped her hand down and released the towel and put her hand on my hard cock. "Its as big as mother described, I have always wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by a man with a good sized cock, in fact with any man with a cock would do at the present." "What's up with you aren't there any men out there willing to take on good looking women." "No, their all chasing the young things, over thirty is old these days haven't you been around." "Well they can have them their too flighty give me a woman who knows what she wants and asks for it." "Come on then let me christen the bedroom or has it already been christened." "No you forget the bed linen." "No I didn't, mum asked me not to get it, she had to find a way to help you." "Crafty old bugger, wait until I see her again." By this time we were in the bedroom and she was now completely naked with a trail of clothing from the lounge to the bedroom, she wore expensive lingerie just like her sister and mother. "Oh by the way I'm Wilma, I can't have you calling me Mrs White while you push that lovely thing inside me, can I," she giggled At least she had no qualms about my size and eager to have a big cock. She threw back the covers and lay on the bed with her feet firmly planted legs apart displaying her most private parts which were slightly open and showing her pink inner skin, shimmering with moisture. This family must all be the same, sex mad or sex deprived. But I got between her legs and she took my penis in her hand using the other she parted her lips and inserted me into her warm moist passage and I slid in easier than any of the others. Even so she was moist warm and still with enough tightness to make entry very pleasant and enjoyable. She wrapped her legs round me with her heels on my bottom, when I was fully in and her hands either side of my face. I had my hands either side of her head and we slowly started to move, me moving in and out of that moist passageway, and Wilma moaning in little sighs between kissing me, she sucked my lower lip and ran her tongue back and forward across it, sending shivers through my body and making me drive even harder into her. "Go harder I want you to go harder, I'm getting the most wonderful sensations. I knew what these sensations were, she was building up to a climax and was going through the stages for a big one and like her sister, she did have a big one, for she started kicking me with her heels. I knew it was uncontrollable the way she was doing it and she let out a long low sigh and expelled I think all the air out of her lungs through her teeth. She pulled me then down on to her chest, this was one thing different she had from her sister, she had her mother's endowment here, for she had a lovely pair of udders, which begged to be kissed, with the proud nipples and large areoles. I continued my undulations and soon my lava of spermaceous dosage was spurting into her sperm seeking nest. On feeling my sperm enter her body she even held me tighter. For ten minutes we lay thus, I was beginning to love this new life of mine, for never before have I had so much sex and choice of my type of woman, this was what dreams were made of and I was now living it. I felt Wilma stir and I slowly slipped out of that wonderful receptacle I felt my knob brushing the pouting lips as we disentangled from each others embrace and got up. Together we made for the shower, holding hands like young lovers and laughing for no other reason except being happy. In the shower she soaped me and I her, each paying attention to our own privates, as we knew which was the best way to wash them. "Duncan it was all I dreamt it would be, in fact I enjoyed every inch and could have gone on for longer, I hope I can hide this feeling from my daughter, as I feel like I'm the queen of the castle." "Well keep that feeling, it suits you." "Thank you kind sir and thank that tool of yours, you two are a National treasure as far as I am concerned. I can't linger, as you said fuck and run, at least I showered." Ha! Ha! Then she was gone in minutes, no I'll be seeing you, or anything, but I had a feeling I would. I wandered into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee and sat on my easy chair for the first time and watched a movie, I also discovered I also had Adult movie channel, what was the point of that, I was living what they were fantasizing. Mid way through the next morning Jocelyn was in my apartment. "I came to see your view and ask why you left me lying there, thank you by the way for covering me up." "You looked so peaceful, so I didn't wake you." "I wish you had as I wanted to thank you and I meant what I said, you have a new disciple. God, I want no other cock except yours from now on, but alas it won't be for a while, I'm flying out today and won't be back for a month, but now I have something nice to remember and look forward to." She came closer and we held each other close, before she turned and walked out of the unit. She looked fantastic, but I could see she was reverting back to that stuck up bitch look, but I knew what she was really like under that facade. I enjoyed a really relaxing day until about 6pm when my phone rang. Mrs White, sorry Wilma was on the phone," I have a really big favour to ask of you, I must talk to you soon, can I come round now, I will be about an hour, as I have a fair distance to drive." "If it is that urgent and you can't tell me over the phone, sure come over, I was just going to order a Pizza do you want some." "Yes please, I've had nothing to eat all day." "See you soon then." I rang for two Pizza's and the special they were advertising on TV. They said delivery would be one hour, that was good for then it would be hot for Wilma. Wilma and the Pizza delivery man arrived at the same time, I gave him a small tip, remembering my hard times, but not big enough for him to be confident of the same the next time I ordered, but enough to ensure when I asked for a delivery the delivery lads will be eager to take it, I was learning. "You timed it right, my judgement must be improving. I'm sorry but my Interior Designer forgot the plates so you will have to dine from the box," I joked. "Better sack her, or give her a good fucking the next time you see her." "Who said it was a lady and I'm not into the other." We both were saying this whilst laughing. "What can I help you with?" I said with my mouth full of Pizza. How I longed for this just ten days ago. "I told you my sixteen year old daughter can read me like a book and she pestered me until I told her, she has been on to me all day to ask you to fuck her. She says she had sex with her boy friend and he didn't satisfy her, she felt he didn't penetrate her enough, sixteen, and talking like that. Anyway they broke up a few months ago and I was wondering why she was moping about the house, now I know." "You know how I feel about young women, I told you Wilma" "But this one wants a big dick, she was even on her knees to me begging me, that was why I never had a meal to-day, we spent it all on the one thing." "And you approve of her wanting this?" "If it calms her down, yes, then I can get on with my life. If she gets a big cock, she can then go hunting for one within her own age group, if she decides she is as you call it a big cock woman. She's on the Pill as well, I found out. She is over sixteen and I can't stop her doing what she wants. Just help me this once and I will repay you somehow." "Ok, when do you want me to do this dastardly deed?" "To-night, she is downstairs in my car." "If you haven't eaten, neither has she, bring her up the poor kid must be starving." Five minutes later, Emma and her mother were sitting opposite me. Her mother introduced us at the door, she was a big girl, almost 5" 8" I would say, with large breasts, wide hips. She hasn't quite got the mature woman's fleshiness, her legs are too straight and the rounding off hasn't quite got there yet. She may have all the working parts, but the body finish isn't complete, and won't be for a few years yet. She was a good looking young girl and I am sure real popular with the boys. I was going to be as frank with her as I could and even talk the way her age group does. "So you want me to fuck you and make you into a big cock queen, or to really see if you are a big cock queen." "You have hit it on the head, I think I am but I want to make sure." "I'm doing this as a favour for your mother, but if you think you are one, then go and find someone of your own age group, who can satisfy your needs. Now the one you have to look for is not one of the noisy, partying bunch, but the guy who sits alone and doesn't mix much, he is the one who will be the one you want. The others wish they were well hung and may even boast they are, but they're not. The quite one is, wishing he was normal, so that he can get a permanent girl friend." "You seem to know a lot about that." "I and the few who I have met, have all been through the same thing. The others make jokes about you and tease you, because they envy you. They think a big dick will make the girls run to you, but they usually do the opposite, they run if ever they are confronted with a huge cock. Yet if the first fuck is doggy fashion and she hasn't seen his cock, 95% of these women become big cock queens, and will only go with men with big cocks even if the have to wait years to find a man with one. You are taking this all in." "Gee, I always thought the ones with big cocks were the ones who boasted about it. Now you are telling me the opposite. So it would mean moving away from the in-group and settling for the quieter ones, which I know two who I thought real nerds, even although they are quite good looking." I could see now that she was giving this a lot of thought and kept looking at her mother as if seeking advice. "Don't look at me like that, you are the one who made all the fuss, and Duncan has given you the straight facts. You now have two decisions to make. One, stay with the in-crowd and become more frustrated and dissatisfied. Two, find the quieter guy who can satisfy your physical needs, which really affect your temperament and lately that has been bad." "Mum, you are a big cock queen, is it true what he says?" "I have only recently become one, but yes it's true." "I want to see if I am a big cock Queen, I am almost certain that I am, can you now fuck me, I'm on the Pill and I have had sex before but only three times." "You said to me only once." "Well I had to make sure didn't I; it was with the same boy, which only counts as one." "Right through to the bedroom we will soon find out, Wilma you can sit and listen to the sounds." In the bedroom I pulled back the bedcover and removed my shirt. She just stood there. "Well dressed or nude, choose. If dressed, you'd better get your panties off, and your dress hitched up, or start stripping. Also do you want it doggy fashion, which really is the best way first time, or what ever position you want." "Aren't you going to kiss me and fondle me and all these things?" "You want fucking, if you want the other, get a boyfriend, and make him work for it." "It doesn't seem right somehow." "You've seen too many Hollywood movies, or read too many romantic novels. Nature built you different. Doggy fashion is the right way and ancient man took his woman any time, any where, and always from the rear." "I want to be nude, I think it would be better and since this is a new experiment I'll undress, I always fancied getting undressed completely for a man. I'll also want it doggy fashion." She was shedding clothing as she said this. Now before me was a near woman with her soft young skin. No sagging breasts, Emma's stood proudly out from her body, her public hair had been trimmed, and I noticed she was breathing shallow. The Best Move I ever Made Ch. 03 "Right on the bed on all fours, then bend your arms and place your forearms flat on the bed and put your head on your hands. I want your rear as high as possible." When she had done this I quickly shed my trousers and got close behind her only inches from her bottom, she looked lovely from here. She wanted to look round, but I pushed her head back down. "Emma, no matter what one says you are presenting the most beautiful view of a woman a man can ever get. That was why nature intended to mate this way." She was actually glistening and I saw droplets of her juices on her hairs and even dripping at the hair crease by her clitoris. She may be young but she was ready. I parted her lips, which brought a sigh from her buried head, I bent down and planted an open mouthed kiss to her sex and drove my tongue into her passage. Reaction plus plus and another moan from the front end, but muffled by her hands. The taste was sweet, as only the young can be, and her sex glands were secreting her scent which was really overpowering. Who said pheromones no longer work on modern man, their still there, its just some men just don't smell them. I slipped the head of my penis in plus one inch and she spread to take it easily, the elasticity of her youthful vagina easily stretched, gripping the full circumference like a velvet vice. I slowly sank in, but she knew what to do, for she straightened at the knees driving me deeper into her body. I felt her cervix and pushed it further in, as I drove deeper and deeper. Moans and sighs came from her covered mouth, but no trying to stop me going deeper, but the opposite, she wanted me deeper, the last inch made her lift her head though, as I rammed that last inch in and banged against her buttocks. "Oh no! You have stretched me too far; no wait its alright that feels nice, now, this is nothing like the feeling I got with my boyfriend, this is more like it and better than I could ever have dreamt. No wonder mum is googoo over you, I don't blame her." As she finished she started rocking and trying to roll her hips at the same time, but was really making a mess of it, but at least she was keeping up with me, as I pounded my meat into her young body. Like all members of her family her orgasm started with tiny ones and then the big one. She, like her aunt, sat up and pushed back as the final spasm hit and I filled her young womb at the same time. After just a minute, she withdrew and pushed me on my side and then on my back, and then started licking all the juices from my penis. Once they had been cleaned, she slipped her mouth over the head and rolled her tongue over the head, sliding down as far as she could go. She was good, as I felt myself hitting her throat, then she pursed her lips and slowly moved up my shaft sucking all the way. "I was told to be a real big cock Queen, you had to clean your King and make sure he leaves with a clean cock. I am certain now of what I am, and all the tenseness has gone from my body, I feel more relaxed now. God mum must be in heaven having found you, now I have to go and find my King, I think I know where to find him now you have pointed the way." She actually jumped out of the bed bundled her clothes and ran into the lounge. I slowly followed, but I was dressed when I entered. Emma was only in her panties (same taste as her mother) and talking fast to her mother. "You have certainly made Emma happy, she told me what she done, and I guess I'll have to requalify the next time, I can't have my daughter being better qualified than me." Now fully dressed Emma came and gave me my first kiss from her on the lips. "I'll always remember you, thanks." They both left, another evening buggered up I though. There were a few pieces of Pizza left, so I ate them up, and fell asleep on the chair. To be continued...