One Baby and 24 Men

My Fiance

"Hi, I am looking for Steven Johnson, party for two?" I walked up to the hostess seeing if he had shown up to our rather fancy lunch date.

"Yes, he is already seated. Follow me."

I follow her to our table. I can see him, flirting with a very young waitress. He always likes to flirt with anyone who has boobs. It doesn't faze me, we are in an arranged engagement from our parents. His parents and my parents have been friends since Harvard and want the two families to finally be intertwined. Steven is a well attractive man standing at a length of 6'3, dirty blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a face of a GQ model and a decent 8-inch c**k but even his pretty-boy looks don't exactly scream husband for me. 

I walk over to him and pull his head back and deliver him a long, sloppy kiss. When I pull back and look up to the young waitress who has a look of shock on her face and her cheeks are pink from embarrassment.

"Hi Honey." I smile down at him and take my seat across from him. "Are you taking my order?" I say to the young waitress still standing there.

"Oh, ah...yes, what would you like?" 

"Can I get a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon? And a Chicken Caesar salad, light on the dressing." I hand the menu to her.

"Do you have I.D. miss?" 

"Seriously? You were flirting with my fiance and have the audacity to ask me for ID. Do you have an ID? How old are you? Did you know that he was seeing me, his fiance today? Do you want to sleep with him?" Shouting a bit louder on purpose for others to hear.

"I am so sorry miss. I will get your order in right away." The young waitress runs away from the table.

Steven's eyes follow the waitress as she runs away to the kitchen. "Did you really have to do that? She was being nice."

"Yeah, like that time Stacey, your secretary was being nice, and then I found her in your office with nothing but cheap ass stilettos."

Steven clenched his jaw.

"Is work great now with Mark taking her place? Probably gets actual work done."

Steven looks at me with such a bitchy look. He amuses me with his facial expressions.

"Here you go, miss." A waiter with big muscles and a sick dragon tattoo going up his arm comes with our order and places my salad in front of me while pouring me a glass of my wine. 

I smile up at him and he smiles back. 

"Is there anything else I can get you, folks."

I keep my smile on my face. "I cannot think of anything but I definitely will let you  know, when I am in need of something." I gave him a wink.

"Why do you do that?" Steven asks me once the hunky waiter walked away.

"Jealous much?" I take a sip of my wine. Starting at Steven.

"You can go and flirt with any man, but I can't." Steven stabs his fork into his grilled halibut.

I put my wine down. "You want to flirt with men?"

"What is not what I said."

I laugh, "I am just messing with you. So, why did you call me for this lunch date? I thought we only see each other for hookups and family gatherings."

"My parents have been begging to know when you and I will finally set a wedding date." 

"Do you seriously want to get married? I thought we were just doing this to please our parents."

"Of course I don't want to marry a b***h like you. But our parents are not going to be patient any longer."

"Awe Steven, such sweet words."

"I am serious Alis. I would rather marry Jaqueline in a heartbeat than think of being with you."

"Ugh." I pick up my glass again."That Kennedy girl, who would name her after that Jackie woman. JFK could have done much better." 

"I love Jacqueline!"

I put my glass back down. "You may love Jaqueline but you love f*****g me." I start to move my heel up near his inner thigh and rub on his slacks, finding his little man. I agree I could not marry a guy that calls his d**k Little Steve. 

Steven stares at me with a hateful expression on his face but opens his legs wider so that I can rub on Little Steve. I know what pleases him. 

Steve groans as I rub harder, feeling Little Steve get excited by my foot.

"How about you get the check, and I meet you in your car." I get up and show off my black lace thong that I have underneath my summer dress before it.

Steven stares at me with hungry eyes, nodding his head. Good boy. I turn to walk to the front of the restaurant when I hear Steven shout "Check!" Such a pathetic man, wanting to eagerly pay for our meal so we can have some car s*x.

I stand by his Black Mercedes AMG GT, checking my hair and makeup from the tinted windows when I see Steven running out of the front doors. He runs up to and presses me against his car, feeling Little Steve up against my stomach.

Steven leans down and picks me up so we are the same height and starts to kiss my neck while his hands lift up my dress and rubs around my thighs and grabs my ass. He is parked right in front of the restaurant and we are probably giving the customers seated by the windows a show. I grab his head and push my lips hard on his, biting his bottom lip. 

Steven takes one hand holding my ass and moves it to the front to rub my clit through the lace of my thong. I moan his mouth yes he slowly massages it in a counter-clockwise motion.

I push my mouth away and whisper in his ear, "get in the car." I am always the dominant one.

Usually, Steven drives off to a quiet parking garage or to his condo but I needed to f**k him and Little Steve right here, in this parking lot. 

Steve gets into the driver's seat and pulls it back as far as he could. I climb over him and straddle him on his lap. Steven closes the door and lifts my summer dress to my waist. 

He squeezes my ass, " God I love your ass", then smacks it hard, making me hiss at the delicious pain. 

"Take little Little Steve out to play," I demand Steven, staring into his eyes as he unzips his slacks and pulls out erected, Steve. I grab Little Steve hard and start to stroke him, having Steven keep his eyes staring straight at mine. 

Steven starts to groan and thrusts his hips with the motion of my long, slow strokes. I start to quicken the pace, doing fast strokes, making Steven moan.

" Beg for me to sit on Little Steve. Beg for me to put him in my tight, wet pussy." I love commanding Steven. 

Through the moaning and groaning, Steven was able to yell out, "Please!"

"I want to hear it again." I never stop my fast pace, feeling the pre-c*m ooze out of Little Steve. 

"God, Alis please!" Steven cries out.

I stop my stroking and pull my thong to the side and lower myself onto Little Steve. I start to slowly ride Little Steve, feeling his length go in and out of me. I have had longer, thicker d***s but this will have to do, I can get more after this hookup. 

Steven moves his hips, thrusting him to meet me in the middle as I ride him, making me moan from the vibration hitting my clit. 

Steven grabs my waist and takes over, thrusting his hips up, feeling his balls smack against my ass.

This does feel good and I do moan but I do get dramatic and moan a little louder than I should just to make Steven feel like Little Steve satisfied me. 

Steven stops and spins me around and puts my hands on the steering wheel. Steven does back to grabbing tightly my hips and thrusting Little Steve into my p***y, giving me all that he got. I love the feeling of his balls slapping onto my clit, making me moan in delight and feeling the orgasm coming. Steven is starting to groan louder, giving the signal that he is going to hit his climax. I start to feel my own climax as I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. Steven suddenly pulls Little Steve fully out and rams it back into me, making my climax hit and I scream, pressing the horn on the steering wheel. Little Steve released his warm seed into me as Steven rests his head on my back. 

This hookup only lasted for like 8 minutes but it was good enough. When Little Steve is done with his gushes and aftershocks, I open the car door and out, pulling down my sundress. When I look up, I see several tables looking at me through the window, including the hunky waitress. I gave him a smile, hoping one day he will be my next victim. I turn to Steven who is pulling up his pants. 

"See you around," I tell him, getting my purse from his backseat and strolling to my car, thinking about who will be the lucky guy tonight.

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Dr. Bennett on the phone: "Hello Ms.Alicia, I have the results of Mr. Johnson's DNA test. From analyzing his DNA strands and your son, the DNA does not match. He is not the father. The next test results will be in soon."