Twisted Hearts

CHAPTER 3 -PLEASURE DEVICES

I ran a hand through my thinning hair.

"Sorry, Alexander, she can be that way sometimes," Rebecca Johnson said, as an excuse for her daughter.

Her daughter. My late friend's daughter. Same one I have been paying for her education for the past how many years now? Hell.

I could not believe that I had been f*****g her tight mouth and was about to find out if her p***y was tighter. It would have been so good to find out that her p***y held my d**k and pulled it in. I had never tasted a tight p***y before. All the sluts I had slept with were loose.

Slut. A word I had called her.

"What's the word you'd use to describe that?" I asked her.

"Shy," Rebecca said.

I didn't think she was shy. She let a total stranger do that to her. If it was anything, I would say she knew exactly what she wanted and had been waiting a long time for it. How come it had to be me? No idea.

"I take no offense," I said.

Rebecca saw the towel but said nothing about it. "Sorry, the house on the other side hasn't been cleaned up, that's why you'll be staying here with us. The maid will arrive first thing tomorrow morning."

"Not a problem," I said. "I'll be in my room." I took the towel and left.

I usually sleep with prostitutes. Why not? I haven't gotten married yet. And it wasn't something I wanted to venture into yet. Murky waters.

I landed at the airport and took a ride there, then I called a contact to get me a hooker for the night. Turned out she decided she wasn't going to show up after all.

Then walked in the girl I thought was actually my order. And I didn't even stop to ask myself how she'd been able to locate the house easily in the rain, and unlock the door without knocking, and even locate the light switch.

I had been so immersed in the thoughts of what I'd do to her that the obvious had fled my head.

The problem was, I didn't even feel guilty about it. How come she hadn't said a thing in protest? How come she just let me have my way with her?

Did that mean she wanted it? Maybe. Enjoyed it? Probably yes. Though I could tell she was inexperienced.

Would think about asking her when we next meet.

I reached for the phone and called my contact again.

"I picked the best-looking bird I could find, Alexander," Caine said just as he picked up the call. I figured he was still in the office, sitting behind his table, and watching revenge porn. "Hope she's up to your standards."

"She didn't show up."

A pause.

Then he said, "She what?"

"You heard me. She did not show up."

"Hell. What?"

"Yeah."

But I didn't tell him anything about meeting someone else.

"What can I do?" Caine asked, wanting to make up.

"Don't do anything right now," Caine said. I'll improvise."

"f**k. I hate improvising when I can just get premium p***y out there."

"You have done your bit for today."

"How about tomorrow?"

I thought about what might happen tomorrow, then said, "I'll call you when I need something."

"I'll be waiting. f*****g birds," he said before I dropped the call.

I reached into my bag and took out my lube. Pressed a reasonable portion into my right palm, applied it on to my d**k, and began to stroke myself.

My thoughts went back to her tight mouth and the fact that she had let me thrust in and out of my mouth even though she knew she wasn't supposed to.

I figured she was going to let me spread her legs on the couch and f**k her. Hopefully, I'll get a very tight p***y in a while. Just this prospect took me to a climax, and soon, my c*m drooled from my p***s.

I sighed in incomplete satisfaction, got to my feet, and went to take a bath.

After I was done dressing up and combing my hair, there was a knock on the door.

I opened it, and Rebecca stood in the lobby. "Dinner is served. Would you eat up here?"

"I'll eat downstairs," I told her quickly. "Be down in a bit."

"Will set the table," she said, smiled, and left.

Why would I choose to hide my face from a girl I was old enough to give birth to? It was only a situation of mistaken identities, that's all. And I wanted to see her again, anyway. See if we could start on the right foot.

I left the door some inches open, ended up in front of the mirror, and headed downstairs. Felt the aroma even before I hit the dining room.

Rebecca had made Coleslaw salad with whipped cream, bread, and cheese, dressed with vegetables. Good thing I was a vegetarian as well.

I took a seat. Rebecca joined me some seconds later.

"Is your daughter coming down?" I could not stop myself from asking.

"I'm here," she said, emerging from a corner as if she'd been there for some time. She was wearing a spaghetti top that revealed some cleavage, and a flared skirt that put half her thighs on display. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. I felt my d**k harden immediately.

Guess she was used to staying with another female, so she wasn't too bothered about dressing that way in front of a man. On the other hand, I wonder what she had to hide after our escapade.

She took her seat opposite mine and our eyes met momentarily before she looked away. "I never miss dinner."

Rebecca gave thanks for the food, and we dug in. Dinner was silent. After we were done, they both cleared the table and did the dishes.

"I need to complete an internal quality evaluation report for the hospital, Alexander," Rebecca told me when they came out. Alison will keep you company for a while.

I looked at Alison, and she looked at me. Then I smiled, said, "I'd like that."