Alexandria
I met Xan when I was 28 years old. I was fresh into my new job in Emergicare ambulance services and trying desperately to get into the local fire department. In other words, I was killing time. I had just sold my old house, made a tidy sum in profit and moved into a small duplex apartment that was a miraculous find. It was just at the edge of the nice part of town and priced cheaper than it should have been. It wasn't big, but it was clean, and the utilities were relatively cheap. The reason my new change of life my new living quarters was simple, divorce.
I had married the wrong girl. Nicole, my ex, was a decent enough person. She had most Latina characteristics I liked. Short, beautiful brown skin, beautiful face, and nice legs. She was also thin, and that was the problem. She was thin everywhere. I had been a breast man all my life, and Nicole was an "A" cup. Please don't get me wrong, if you like that in your girl, then more power to you. But I soon found out that when your sexual partner isn't turning you on, it can destroy a marriage. I always thought that I could learn to like it, the sex when we did have it was fine, but never great, never imaginative, and she never liked anything besides missionary. In the end, I would always end up fantasizing about other girls with bigger breasts.
I never cheated, but the sex suffered, and after awhile I became less interested, and then so did she. It wasn't long after our sex life died that our marriage followed. One night, I came home to find her with some random guy in our bed, oddly enough I was kind of happy. I felt released even. It was an "out". I took it with both hands. To be honest, I don't blame her, I was even kind of turned on by the idea of her sleeping with someone else, but not enough to stick through it.
I sold our house, gave her half of the money, and took $15,000 in cash to the other side of the country and started my crummy new job. Six months later I was moving into my new place, trying to carry a heavy box up the flight of stairs to my second story apartment.
Click click click.
I could hear the chirping of a camera lens coming from behind me. Someone was taking my picture.
My vision was blocked by the large box in my face but if I turned and shifted my weight right, I could get a look at whoever was watching me.
I'll admit, as lecherous as it sounds, my eyes caught the size of her rack before anything else. As hot as it was outside, she was sweating through her thin white top enough that it made the fabric a little transparent. She couldn't have been more than five feet in height and tipping the scales at 110lbs, mostly in her chest. Her dark hair was long and tangled and multicolored, like she didn't care if it looked good, but she knew it did. Her torn washed jeans were tight and showed off her curvy hips. Her natural brown skin was damp with sweat and her thin tank top tee was sticking to her tits like a second skin.
I would say she had a beautiful face, but her eyes were covered with heavy dark eyeshadow. Her plump lips, painted in black lipstick, twisted into a smirk as she looked up at me. Everything about her said stoner girl who didn't care. Her camera was cradled in her tiny hands as she eyed suspiciously for a moment.
"Are you moving in?" She asked.
"Trying to," I grunted.
She gave me a once over with her eyes before deciding I was acceptable.
"Do you...want...help, or something," her voice trailed into a whisper.
"That'd be great," I said.
"Oh, ok, I wasn't expecting you to say yes," she mumbled.
It took me a moment to understand what she had said. "What?" I asked.
"I was kinda hoping you would just carry it in yourself, and give me credit for asking, but ok." She slowly walked up the steps, taking her time as if she was hoping I would just suddenly change my mind.
Honestly, I would have told her never mind, except this particular box had all of my heavy books, and I couldn't open the door to my apartment without an extra hand. I knew myself well enough to know, if I put it down now, here is where it would stay.
"If you could just open the door, I can take it in." I nodded at the door, waiting for her to slowly take the four steps from the landing to my front door.
She sighed loudly and dramatically. Much slower than necessary, she walked to the door and twisted the handle. Nothing happened. She twisted it again, and again nothing happened.
"Its locked," she sighed.
"Damn." I must have turned the switch on the knob by mistake with the last box I took in. "I have the keys in my pocket, can you grab one end of this box for a second so I can get them out of my pocket?" I asked.
Honestly, I just needed her to hold it enough so I could move one hand, but the look on her face when she raised her eyes at me was like I asked her to strip naked.
She really did have a beautiful face, now that I could see it, but there was a faint scent of weed. Her big golden-brown irises starred back at me in offense.
"I'm not caring a big heavy box, what if I pull a muscle of something? It would be all your fault." She put her camera on the railing and ran her fingers along the top of the box and gave me a smile. "I'll get the keys and unlock the door."
Before I could explain that wasn't necessary, she reached forward and began patting my pants pockets. The keys were obvious, even from the outside, but almost like she didn't know what they felt like she just kept patting away at my hips.
"The right pocket," I told her, while I could feel the box slipping from my grasp. I considered just letting it fall but to be honest with myself, I knew if it went down, I was too tired to lift it again.
She reached into my left pocket and I could feel her tiny hand rubbing my bare skin through the jeans. I didn't wear underwear back then. She fumbled around a little bit trying to unravel the pocket from being bunched up against my skin. Between her fumbling hand digging in my pocket, and my lack of boxers or briefs, I was starting to have a growing problem.
"This is the right pocket," she spat.
"My right," I grunted.
She slipped her other hand into my right pocket and felt my keys, and then she felt something else. I could feel her fingers brush against my hardening dick, accidentally teasing it with attention.
"What is this?" She asked. Her face said she was genuinely clueless about what her fingers were beginning to wrap themselves around.
"That's not my keys." Despite my initial embarrassment, I began to feel small waves of pleasure pulse through me. A pretty girl was touching me after all.
"Well then why do you keep something this big in your poc---" she stopped herself, understanding dawning on her.
She pulled the hand not investigating my hard on from my other pocket and brought it to my crotch on the outside of my pants. Her beautiful eyes were wide with accusation.
"Is that your..." she trailed off, her fingers giving my dick a squeeze.
My eyes closed and I began feeling weak in the knees, and arms. I dropped my box letting the cardboard crumple outward and spilling its heavy contents onto the floor in front of my door.
I grabbed her thin little wrist and was about to pull her hand free, when she tightened her grip.
There was a moment, not really a clear one, but something passing between us that said she wasn't really put off. Her eyes bored into mine and I could see her chest rise and fall with deep breaths. Her eyebrows which had been stuck up in her hairline were now coming down to give me a look of curiosity. Her hand roamed down the length of my rod like she was examining its potential. She licked her plump little lips and I could see a flush creep up her skin. Then, her face softened, and she gave me the faintest of smiles.
Normally, when a hot girl with big tits grabs a hold of my cock, I'd be happy to kick back and enjoy. However, besides the pleasure, two horribly scary things were racing through my head and forcing my brain to scream at me to stop this now. The first; how old was this girl? She was clearly a teenager and if she wasn't eighteen, I could already see myself on the news. The second; this teenager probably didn't live alone, which means there would probably be a very big angry father type walking around here looking for her.
"Oh shit," I moaned out as I tried to articulate the question appropriately. "How old are you?"
She gave me a mischievous grin and squeezed my shaft hard. I winced and gasped at the same time.
"You pervy old man," she whispered. "Is that what you're thinking about right now?"
"I don't know you," I hissed, trying to summon the will power to stop her if she said the wrong number.
"Oh, yeah, I'm Xandria, everyone calls me Xan," she mumbled like nothing was happening.
"Xan, I just moved in, I really don't want to get in trouble with your parents," I pleaded. It was feeling far too good now, and as my eyes strayed to her heavy chest, I knew there was no way of being able to make her stop.
"You won't. This feels pretty big." She bit her lower lip. "How big is it?"
I opened my mouth to half heartedly tell her to stop again, but someone interrupted me.
"What the fuck!?" Came a voice from behind us.
I froze on the spot, feeling a cold wave wash over me and kill my erection. This was going to be bad, my first day here and I'm about to get arrested for something I didn't even get to do.
"Hey mom," Xandria mumbled out.
My eyes closed, crap.
"Xandria, what are you doing to the neighbor?" The woman asked. Her tone sounded frustrated instead of angry.
"I'm helping him, he's locked out of his apartment and I'm getting his keys," the girl explained, her tiny hand letting go of my rod and grabbing my keys from my pocket.
"And you need to fish around in his pocket to do that?" The mom asked.
I could hear the woman's bare feet on the wood as she approached from the stairwell. If I thought her daughter smelled of weed, the mother reeked of it.
"He wears super tight pants, its not my fault he dresses like a nerd," Xandria quipped.
The girls mother stood between us and gave me a sympathetic smile before grabbing the keys from her daughter. Xandria's mother was about 5'5, weighing maybe 125-130lbs, she was in her early thirties and had a young face. Her chest was clearly one of the many good looks she passed onto Xandria. Her eyes were a little red, probably from smoking pot, but she was pretty. She dressed a little trashy though, her hair was unkempt and wrapped in a bandana, her nipple piercings were clearly visible with a thin undershirt, and her short running shorts were at least two sizes too small. I could see the tattoos on her tanned arms and thighs.
She smiled at me as she turned to open my front door for me. Not that I needed it now that I wasn't carrying anything.
"Thanks," I said while I bent down to pick up my books.
"Sure thing." She flashed me another small smile before turning to her daughter and firing off rapid Spanish.
"He's a cute one," said her mother.
"He has a big cock," said Xan looking at her feet. "At least it felt like it."
"What the fuck, Alexandria?" She snarled at her daughter. "Do you have to fuck any swinging dick for free, haven't I taught you anything?"
"I wasn't fucking him, it wasn't even a handjob," Xan spat back. "Why do you always do this?"
"Because you don't listen, nobody gets a freebie!" She hissed.
"Just your boyfriends," mumbled Xan.
"That's only because he was high on cocaine and Viagra, he would have fucked a new hole in my face if I didn't find something to finish him," Spat out her mother. "No one wants a girl who doesn't know what she's doing."
"What's that say about you?" Said Xan walking past her mother and bending down to pick up some of my books.
"You smart mouth little bi---"
"Well, I think I'm gonna go inside and get some rest." I stood up trying to pretend I didn't understand the conversation, Spanish was a necessary thing to learn these days. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Richard."
I extended my hand to Xan's mother as she was curling up a fist I'm sure was meant for her daughter.
With the look she was giving Xandria it took a moment before she remembered I was there. "Melanie, Trevino." She forced a smile at me and shook my hand. "Xandria, go back downstairs, we have to talk."
Xan gave her mother a look of teenage impatience and dropped the books in her hands. "Alexandria!" Melanie fumed.
Leaning against me to whisper, I'm sure just loud enough that her mother could hear, Xan said, "I just turned 19, so you know." Then she grabbed her camera and turned away stomping down the steps in her little boots. I could hear her footsteps until she went into their downstairs apartment.
A full minute passed before either Melanie or I spoke. We just stood there in awkward silence. Me with my books covering what remained of my hard on. Her with her nipples on proud display.
"You seem pretty young to have a teenager," I tried a compliment.
Her eyes perked up. "Yeah, I was 16 when I got pregnant."
I did the math in my head and caught her watching me. "Oh, cool."
"Do you and your wife have kids?" She asked giving me a curious look.
"No kids, no wife, just got divorced and moved out here." I bobbed my head up and down.
Her eyes gave me a quick once over, and she stood up a little taller and pushed out her chest a little further. "Bad break up?" She asked.
"She cheated on me." I shrugged.
"What a bitch." Her smile widened. She had an urban latina accent that was getting a little thicker the more she talked.
I smiled at her. "Thanks, but its ok, we weren't really compatible anyways."
"Whaaat?" She laughed. "Not compatible, what's that mean? She like girls or something?"
I laughed at that. "No not that, she was just..., she just didn't have..." my eyes glanced at Melanie's ample chest. "what I was looking for in a woman."
She gave me a smirk. "Ooh, you mean she didn't have big tits?"
I tried harder to hide my regrown bulge. "I guess."
"Hey that's ok, some guys need that handful to grab a hold of." She cupped her breasts.
I tried to fight the urge to stare but between my weak will and what I'm sure was obvious flirting, I had almost no resistance, and by the second heart beat I locked my eyes on her chest. "Those are definitely a handful."
"Or in my case, two handfuls." She grinned.
I felt the heat rising from my chest to my face. Fuck me, in the span of only a few minutes I had two sexually charged encounters with my new neighbors. "I like your piercings," I tried lamely.
"Thanks," she said, looking down at her nipples. "they were a present to myself on my last birthday, the one before that I got my tongue pierced, see?" She opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out to wet her lower lip.
Trashy, slutty, she was my kind of girl.
"Wow, three piercings, plus your ears? That must have been painful," I said.
"I had my nose pierced too, and I had my...," she stopped herself and have me a quick smile. "let's just say, I have another one."
My mind raced as I took a closer look at this girl. She was hot, youngish, and hitting on me. But, there is something to be said for the advice that you don't crap where you eat, and I was sure if she wasn't high right now this wouldn't be happening. Still, she was hot, and I was horny.
I really wasn't sure if this would be a safe move. I wanted to take a chance and every indication was pointing toward, "Go for it". But, in the back of my head was a very loud voice, if this gets messy, you have to live right next door to each other.
I thought for a moment before making an incredibly stupid decision.
"So..." I left the thought unfinished between us.
"So, what?" She asked tilting her head at me.
"So, you let me see your tongue piercing, can I see your nipple piercings?" I regretted the words as soon as I said them. That was so stupid, it wasn't even remotely cool of me.
She gave a slight scoff and let get mouth hang open at what I asked. "You think I'm just gonna show you my tits just because I flirted with you? You Perv, what's wrong with you?" Her words were accusatory, but I could swear there was a small smile still there at the corner of her lips.
My brain screamed to abort but my cock told me I was already screwed. I could only think of one play here that might work.
"No, I'm sure you wouldn't. I'm sorry, to be honest, my ex really messed with my head. And then here you are, being so nice to me without even knowing my problems." I could see her eyes squinting at me. "And what do I do? I get so distracted by your looks, that I act like you must be some kind of pornstar, and I go and blow my chance. I'm sorry."
She eyed me for an agonizing moment before finally letting out a chuckle. Her smile stretched over her face from ear to ear. "Dude, I'm fucking with you, I just wanted to see you squirm."
I grinned and blushed stupidly. "Well I didn't want to be a creep but, it seemed worth the risk."
She looked at me with a begrudging smile but gave a small shake of her head. "I got to go take care of Xan, she's probably trying to smoke my weed. I'll talk to you later."
She turned on her bare foot and headed down the stairs. She was halfway gone when I realized something.
"Hey!" I called catching her halfway down the stairs. "You didn't say no."
She turned and looked at me saying, "What?"
"When I asked to see your nipple piercings, you didn't say no." I shrugged.
She let out a single bark of a laugh and looked at me like I was the most ridiculous person in the world. A small smile spread over her lips. She reached down and hooked her thumb under her shirt. She hesitated, only for a moment, and then she pulled the hem of the shirt up over her nipples giving me an eye full. Her breasts were big. Really big. They had to be at least a double "D". Her areolas were the size of silver dollars and were a few shades darker than the skin around them. They were decorated with small silver bars with balls on either end. I could see small glints of light reflecting off them.
"They're fantastic," I whispered.
"You perv." She winked at me and walked back down the stairs to her apartment.
That was how I first met Xan, and her mom, Mel.
***********
The next few days passed by without any real event. I would go to work early in the morning, come home late in the night. I didn't really get to see Mel very much; she was always gone. But Xan, was everywhere. Every night her mother brought home a boyfriend Xan would sit outside on the stairwell landing outside my front door. Her camera in her little hands as she snaps pictures of me or the things that caught her attention. I talked with her a few times, nothing sexual, just getting to know her, and she seemed to brighten up when I did. She had a dry sense of humor like me, and a smart mouth comment for every thing I said. I decided I liked her, and I think I was her only friend.
One night, while I was cooking myself dinner, I looked outside my front door window and noticed her sitting on the landing outside of my apartment.
"Where's your mom?" I asked.
"Fucking some guy from the club for quick cash," she answered. Her attention was focused on her camera, giving it an overly thorough examination. "Probably doing a line of blow off his tiny cock."
I wasn't sure what was more shocking, that her mom was a prostitute, that her daughter knew about it, or that she did coke.Not sure of what to say, I simply asked the first question in my head, "How do you know it's tiny?"
"Because I was there when she put the coke on his dick," she said.
"Oh, ok."
I must have a had a look of surprise on my face because she gave me a confident smile and said, "Its not as big as your hog, I'll bet she could do two or three lines off of yours. How big is it? Is it bigger than my arm?" She smiled at me showing me her forearm.
"Hey, keep it down, your mom might hear you, and I'm not talking about that," I said shaking my head.
"Oh, I get it, you're gay." She nodded her head.
"I'm not gay, I like women just fine, I just don't talk to people about that," I said. "Now shush."
"Oh, so you want girls like me to jack you off, but not to talk about it?" She asked.
She was intentionally getting under my skin. "Shhh," I shushed her glancing over my shoulder. "no, I didn't ask you to touch me, I asked for your help with my keys."
"Oh, is that what you call it. Do you want me climb into your van for candy? Or reach for some popcorn in your lap?" She was smiling now. "Maybe you want to take me inside and show me a secret?"
She leaned back on the landing and let her breasts push out from her chest for my viewing pleasure.
Feeling a little bold from her provocation, and a little horny from her teasing, I mumbled under my breath without really thinking, "Gonna shove a secret down your throat."
"Mmm, you'd like that, huh?" She sat up and leaned toward me grinning ear to ear. "Shoving your big 'secret' in my little mouth. All you pervs want that, don't you?"
I shook my head and tried to ignore her. "Shut it," I said.
She eyed me for a moment before dropping her smile, her voice softened and she turned serious. "Do you? Want that, I mean. With me?" She asked.
I had to pause for a moment. I hadn't really seen her insecure yet, unsure off herself. She was genuinely asking me if I liked her, as a woman, not just the neighbors daughter.
"Xandria, you're..." I hesitated too long.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. For all of her black lip stick and stoner appearance she tasted like cherries. Some kind of balm maybe?
I'm not sure I would have kissed her back, but before I could, the front door to her apartment at the bottom of the stairs opened, and her mother popped out wearing only a button-down shirt to her bare thighs.
"Alexandria, I need you in here," she said in Spanish. "Oh Richard, hi. I haven't seen you in a while, why don't you come inside and have some fun."
Xan jumped off the steps and hurried down to the apartment door, she grabbed her mother's hand pulling her inside and closing the door behind her.
"What the fuck, mom?" I heard her snap.
"I told you, I need your help with Bill," she said.
"Why do you need me? Why do you always have to ruin things for me? Xan screamed.
"Seriously mija, calm the fuck down, he wasn't gonna fuck you anyways. Now are you going to help me get Bill off or are you looking for a new place to stay tonight?" Her mother countered. "All you have to do is let him play with your tits, and he's buying us dinner so be nice."
While I wasn't entirely in the loop about what was going on with this Bill guy, I was pretty sure I understood what was happening with Mel and Xan. I made a mental note to ask Xan if she was ok the next time I saw her, and tried to tell myself it really wasn't my business what happened in their apartment. Somebody said, good fences make fewer problems with your neighbors, or some shit. I went back inside.
***********
My next interaction with Mel was a few days later. I was doing my late-night side gig as a Safe Ride driver. Nothing special, most of my fairs were quiet people not in the mood to talk. By sheer coincidence I received an alert to pick up someone from my apartment building. The name was Melanie and the face on the app looked exactly like the woman living beneath me.
I headed back home and pulled into the driveway, I saw her waiting at corner. She was dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She looked sexy in a trashy, not giving a shit kind of way.
"Hey, are yo-..." she began as she approached my window. "Oh shit, hey it's the old perv." She laughed.
I gave an embarrassed wave. "Hey, are you my fare tonight?"
She climbed into the back seat saying, "That's me, I'm going to work, my boyfriend Nate, is out of town tonight."
I wasn't sure about any Nate, but I decided not to ask. I quietly headed out to the address listed on my phone. "Well his loss is my gain." I thought, and smiled into the rearview mirror.
"I didn't know you drive a Safe ride," she said.
"Just on my days off, I need to get out of the apartment before I go nuts."
We made polite chit chat for a few minutes. Mostly talking about the weather and how cold it was getting. Then the conversation began to shift.
"Hey, sorry about the other day, with Xan messing with you," she said.
"It's fine, she didn't bother me. Besides, I got the chance to see you, right?" I cast another smile in my rearview.
She chuckled and said, "Yeah and you got a chance to see my titties." She smiled back at the mirror.
"That too." I bobbed my head.
"Hey, you know, I think Xan really likes you. She's been talking about you, a lot," she said.
I gave a polite smile and nod. "Well she seems like a great girl. What about you? Do you like me?"
She snorted. "I don't know, you're pretty cute, I guess." Her inner-city accent was coming out more.
"Oh yeah? Well that's good for me, right?" I wasn't very good at flirting but I wanted to keep her talking to me.
She laughed. "I don't know, I guess. Depends what you do with it, right? What about me, did you like what you saw the other day?"
I could feel myself getting hard just at that memory of her chest. "Those were hands down the best I've ever seen in my life." I gave her body a glance over my shoulder.
"Thanks baby, its always nice to hear that." She unbuckled her seat belt and scooted forward against my seat. "Let me ask you something, what do I do if don't have any money for a tip?
"Oh, that's ok, I don't need a tip, I'm doing ok," I said and dismissed her with a wave. "I just do this for something to do."
"Well I feel bad about not tipping you," she said over my shoulder.
I felt her hand snake its way over my chest and down my stomach to my belt. The conversation just talking about her breasts had been turning me on, her breath on my ear and her gentle touch was making me harder by the second.
I decided to be bold. "Well if you want to give me something besides money, I'm ok with that." I gave her wink from the mirror.
With that Melanie climbed into the passenger seat next to me. Her hands flew to my belt and zipper, deftly opening them and exposing my hardened cock to the cool air.
"Fuck boy, that's fucking big," she chuckled.
She leaned over the console between us and swallowed a third of me.
It felt fantastic, I tried to keep my eyes from closing so I could keep concentrating on the road. "Shit, that was fast."
She bobbed her head and bathed my shaft with her tongue, I could feel the tongue piercing along the underside of my cock.
We pulled up to the club, The Pink Kitty. It was a crappy little strip club know for luring customers in with all nude girls, but secretly it was practically a brothel. I pulled into a parking space and let Mel finish me. I humped myself into her mouth and began bucking my hips, I completely let myself lose control and forgot to warn her I was going to cum. To her credit, Mel didn't seem to mind. She pulled back initially trying to react, but she took me back into her mouth after the first few blasts hit her in the face.
Her swallowing sounds were the only thing that could be heard in my car for seconds. Finally, she pulled herself off of me, her face had streaks of my cum on her nose and chin.
"Thanks, handsome." She smiled for me. "That was fun."
"Do you want a tissue or something?" I asked feeling a little out of breath.
"Nope, it's nothing they haven't seen before." She pulled her belongings from the backseat and climbed out of my car, giving me a mischievous wink.
"Goodnight," she said and waved goodbye.
I watched, a little dumbfounded at her brazen sexual display, as she waltzed to the back door and let herself past the bouncer.
**********
Things came to a head about a week later.
One night I had come home from my regular job, later than usual. Pulling up to the driveway, I could hear music playing. Getting out of my car I saw Xan and Mel arguing outside the door to their apartment. Xan was waving her arms dramatically and Mel was sitting on the steps of the stairwell giving me an apologetic look as I approached. They both looked good. Mel was wearing a pair of, I'm assuming, her daughter's boy shorts, stretching out the hips and showing off an obvious camel toe.
Xan was wearing short black shorts and a black tank top, barely containing her heavy tits. She was bare foot and I couldn't help but notice her feet and painted toenails were awfully cute.
"Hey," I opened, "is everything ok?"
"Its fine." Smiled Mel.
"No," said Xan, "mom's dickhole boyfriend took two hundred dollars from our savings jar and then took off. He said he was going to the store to buy us groceries, but that was like ten hours ago."
"Sounds like a real jerk," I tried. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Maybe," said Mel leaning forward giving me a glance down her cleavage.
"No," said Xan,
Melanie pushed out her chest and gave her lips a discreet lick. "You could give us two hundred dollars so we can pay our bills." She bit her bottom lip and smiled at me.
"Mami! Stop telling people our problems, please!" Xandria fired off in Spanish.
"We need the money, or the electric company will turn off the power," Melanie said. "We don't have time for being shy about it, and if that stupid excuse of a boyfriend didn't steal our money, I wouldn't have to say anything!"
"You're making things awkward, what happens when we can't pay him back?" Xandria hissed.
"Are you gonna come to the club and strip?" Asked Melanie. "Give blowjobs in the back room? Let me tell you something little girl, it's not like here at home with your mama protecting you."
My ears perked up at that.
"I'll do what I have to," snapped Xan.
Mel eyed me for a moment before continuing. "I'm not asking him for a handout...but... you know, we could always earn the money..."
"I don't want to --t--, oh." Xan understood what her mom had meant. Her eyes followed Mels to me, and she shifted uncomfortably. "What if he says no?"
"He has a cock, trust me, he won't say no," dismissed Mel.
"I'm sorry about her Richard. Listen I'm making dinner tonight, would you like to come over and wallow in self pity with us?" Mel smiled at me. She took a step off the stairs toward me and flashed her pearly white teeth, pushing out her chest to emphasize her tits. "Maybe we could talk, about...things."
I pretended to consider for a moment before accepting. She smiled at me and clapped her hands before turning and walking back into her apartment.
"You don't have to, you know?" Xandria shrugged her shoulders at me. "I mean you can always just say no."
"Why do you want me to say no?" I asked.
"I don't know, just, if you wanted to wait until she was gone or something, Like, you know, just the two of us." She stared at the floor for a minute. "It would be a lot better if she wasn't there and it was just the two of us, you know?"
This was clearly a hard thing for her to do and I didn't want to drag it out. I liked the idea of spending time with both girls. I tried to offer a compromise. "How about I come over tonight and spend time with the both of you, and the next time your mom goes to work you come hang out with me, we'll eat some dinner and chill on the couch."
She didn't look interested or satisfied, "Whatever, don't be such a nerd tonight," she mumbled before turning to follow her mother inside.
********
That night I knocked on the girl's apartment door. I was wearing a clean shirt and slacks, no underwear, not my style. I could smell the aroma of spices coming through the door when I knocked. The sun had just set and there was salsa music playing. I almost felt like I was going on a date.
"What are you wearing?" Xan asked me when she opened the door.
"I could ask you the same thing," I shot back giving her a once over.
She wasn't wearing an outfit I would have ever imagined on a girl like her. She looked, girly, clearly her mother's outfit, she had on a spaghetti strap top showing off ample cleavage and a short black skirt. Her bra was missing, and the skirt was tight enough I could make out the swell of her ass cheeks when she moved. Her name up was done nicely, not dark and angry looking, it made her look...sweet.
But, then that mouth, "Fuck you." She flipped me the finger before letting me in.
"Well, I think you look nice," I told her honestly, walking into her apartment and glancing at her chest
"Shut up, don't be such a perv," she chided. But I could see a small smile on her lips as she tried to turn away. She muttered under her breath in Spanish, "Mom just wants to make you horny when she asks you for money."
The more I talked with Xan the more I liked her. "Does your mom usually make you ask for money with sex?" I shot back in Spanish.
Xan did a double take at my remark and fluent Spanish, but was cut short in responding when her mother walked in from the kitchen.
"Hey handsome." Melanie was wearing a light blue sun dress at least a size too small. Her tits were popping out of its hem and sides. It showed off her fabulous legs, coming to a stop only a few inches below her ass. Her thigh and arm tattoos were on proud display. "Is Xan being rude to you?"
She ushered me into the apartment living room and sat me down at the couch. "I'm sorry, I haven't found anything nice to wear for tonight and Xan just wears whatever she can to cause trouble," Melanie said and flashed me an exasperated smile.
I couldn't help but ogle her body. I'm sure that was the intent because she ushered me to the small kitchen table and sat me down in front of her, eye level with her cleavage. She lifted my chin with her fingers.
"Hey, I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" She smiled.
I hadn't noticed before how sensual her mouth was. She had a wide mouth with plush lips, the kind that made you feel sleazy just looking at it.
"No," I said taking my gaze away from her lips. "I'm just...feeling under dressed."
She chuckled, "Yeah, Alexandria and I like to dress nice when company comes over, why don't you relax, and you can have a drink."
Xan shot her mother a confused look at the company remark but shoved a glass into my hand and joined her mother at the stove. I watched the two cook and chat as they prepared the table.
Their backsides were almost identical, and the hourglass figures kept my attention until the meal was served.
Dinner was excellent, the rice and boiled chicken was a nice Mexican dish I hadn't had before, and I ate my fill. I did feel a little unsure when I noticed they were both only eating small portions, but when I tried to refuse a third helping, Mel practically forced more food onto my plate.
We chatted about our past. Mel about her boyfriends and the club, me about my job and selling my house. Xan didn't want to talk much but even she had a few laughs when I had to fan my mouth down from the spicy salsa.
Mel shared some tequila with me and toasted to good company. We drank a few rounds of tequila and rum. Xan spent the time in the kitchen shooting me daggers with her eyes.
After we finished, I thanked them both for the good food and conversation and tried to make my exit thinking the evening was going to fizzle out. I could feel my head was starting to spin and I was getting that warm buzz from too much alcohol, but Mel had other plans. She guided me into the living room and onto the couch, sitting down next to me and leaning her shoulder against mine, I noticed her dress had ridden up giving me a quick glimpse of her black panties.
She laughed it off and pretended that it was an accident, but she made no effort to pull it down. I couldn't tell if she was drunk or not, she had easily tossed back as many as I did, but I suspected she knew exactly what she was doing.
Then she made her move. I felt her bare foot rub against mine and up my calf, she bit her lower lip at me and leaned in giving me a slow sensual kiss. I could feel myself hardening in my slacks. Her hand rubbed my thigh, making its way up to my groin and coming to rest on my cock.
"Mom!" Snapped Xan. She was standing behind us with her hands on her hips.
Melanie shot a look at Xan and dismissed her in Spanish, "Baby, go get him another drink, make it something strong but not too strong, ok? And bring me my bag." She waved a hand at her.
"Mom," Xan whispered and glanced at me nervously, no doubt intending to tell her about my Spanish.
"Just go," insisted Mel.
Xan rolled her eyes and stalked off to the kitchen. I didn't bother to watch her leave; my attention had drifted back to her mother's breasts. She eyed me with a knowing smile and allowed me an uninterrupted view.
"Your perfume smells good, what is it?" I tried to make conversation.
"You like it? Xandria got it for my birthday." She leaned in and gave me closer look at her neck.
I kissed her just under her ear letting my tongue play along her skin with every kiss. Then, with just a little force I bit her neck, just enough to capture her skin in my mouth.
She moaned and wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed through my pants.
"I have a surprise for you baby." She moaned. She pulled herself away from me, releasing her grip and leaving me wanting more. She wasn't drunk.
My mind was racing at the idea she might sleep with me before we even got to dessert, would we go to her room? Would it be here on the couch?
"Here." Xan pushed a glass into my face when she came back. "Drink it before the ice melts."
She tossed her mother a small black purse and shot her a nasty look. Mel didn't seem to notice but began searching the bag for something.
"Thanks baby," her mother said and gave her a smile. "Have you seen my pipe?"
"Mom, can you not right now? Please wait until he leaves." Xan's words sounded like a plea.
"Who said he's leaving?" Mel mumbled in Spanish.
I was still trying to understand what my surprise was going to be, my eyes were almost glued to Mel's nearly bare chest and her erect nipples poking through her dress. Her tanned thighs and her shapely calves. I eyed her lips one more time before turning my attention to her purse. I was a little confused, until I saw the small bag of powder she pulled out.
"Bingo!" She placed it on the table in front of me and continued to rifle through her purse. "Just can't find that pipe."
"Mama!" Xan snapped.
"Fuck it, well just snort it," Mel whispered to herself.
Xan turned on her heel muttering and cursing in Spanish, giving me the finger as she walked away down the hall. I heard a door slam a moment later.
Things were taking a big turn. I had smoked a little weed in my day, but this looked like a different level. Melanie poured out the contents of the baggie onto the tablet in front of us
"Have you ever tried this honey?" She asked giving me a grin.
"Is it cocaine?" I asked trying to keep my head grin spinning.
"No baby." She used a credit card from her purse to cut it into two lines. "This is Fairy dust."
It was cocaine laced with something else.
She lowered her had to the table and snorted the first line. Wiping her nose and trying to breath in deep. I was stunned, I had never done hardcore drugs before and I really wasn't sure I wanted to start, but this woman was so enticing and sexual that I wasn't really against the idea either.
"Wanna try some with me? Is good stuff." She leaned toward me and gave me a kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
When I didn't stop her, she reached for my zipper. I only gave a moment's hesitation. "Xan is in the next room."
"She'll stay there until we're done," Mel whispered to me fishing my cock free from my pants.
"Is this the big gift?" I asked.
"Just lay back and let me do all the work, ok papi? She moaned.
She pulled my cock and leaned over my lap. She took me in her mouth, wrapping her plump lips around the head and swallowing me to my base. She bobbed her head and bathed my shaft with her tongue.
I groaned out loud and rolled my head back. My head was still swirling from the drinks, but I could still feel enough to tell that Melanie took pride in doing this.
I wrapped my hands in her hair and tried to control her movements, but she pulled herself off of me. "Just relax baby, let me do all the work. Do a line, it'll help you relax."
I shook my head. "Not tonight, maybe next time."
She eyed me for a moment before giving me a shrug.
She leaned back and pulled her dress down below her breasts, letting her enormous tits fall free before resuming the blowjob.
"Does that feel good?" She asked me from my lap.
I smiled and nodded.
"Can I ask you something?" She pushed her chest against my thighs taking moments off my dick and letting me squirm.
"What?"
"I need someone. Someone who can help me out with some money and take care of me and Xan. I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to help us?"
"What? You want, like, money?" My eyes snapped open and I pretended shock and confusion. "Are you giving me a blowjob, for money?"
She squeezed my shaft with her fist and licked the head.
"No. I just need some money, and I thought, maybe if I do something for you, then you could do something for me?" She gave me a wink.
I couldn't think clearly. My head was swimming in endorphins and my dick was telling me to just give her my wallet. "That's prostitut---, that's the def—, how much do you..." I couldn't even speak with the way my body was reacting.
"Ill make it worth it, papi," she whispered. Then before I could even pretend to resist, she lowered her head to swallow my cock.
She bathed my shaft with her tongue and swirled it around my head. She sucked the skin until I thought my dick would burst. She bobbed her head up and down like she was fucking me with her face. I was too far gone to care about money. I would have given her my credit cards and social security if she had asked for it.
Trying to be a gentleman, I tried to warn her I was getting close to the end. That's when she sprung her trap. She pulled herself off me and grabbed a hold of my rod. Giving it only a few cursory strokes.
"Can you help me?" She asked.
"Fuck! I'll give you money," I grabbed her by the head and pulled her back to my groin.
She went back to work bobbing and sucking until I came. I pumped shot after shot into her throat until I could feel her go lax in my grip as she allowed her throat to relax and she gulped me down.
I sat on the couch trying to come to grips with what was going on, a lot had changed in the last few minutes. I was paying my neighbor for sex, or I was a sugar daddy, or something. The whole, don't crap where you eat idea, had gone out the window. I checked the hallway to see if Xan had heard us but there was nothing.
"So, should I just give you cash?" I asked.
Melanie chuckled. She made no attempt to cover her chest or clean the dribble of my cum at the corner of her mouth. She grabbed her purse next to her and pulled a small pill from inside. She pushed it into my hand and told me to swallow it.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Viagra, you should get your money's worth." She stood in front of me and pushed her dress to the floor. Her black panties were a lace material leaving little to the imagination.
She picked the rolled-up dollar from the table and handed it to me saying, "Go ahead baby, it's clean stuff, I promise."
Maybe because I was feeling a little pressured, or maybe because I was very interested to see where this would go, I decided to try a little. I leaned over the table and aligned the rolled-up bill with the line of powder and inhaled as hard as I could. I coughed and fought back the urge to sneeze. The powder struck the back of my throat filled my head. I waited.
"Good boy," Mel whispered as she straddled me. She opened my mouth and popped the little blue pill into the back of my throat watching me swallow it. She lifted a heavy tit to my mouth and ran the nipple along my lips. "Suck baby."
I engulfed her areola in my mouth and tried my best to suck for milk. It didn't take long for the Viagra or the coke to kick in. I could feel my body in a haze of ecstasy. Everything felt so... wonderful. I could feel my body pumping with waves of euphoria. Then Mel started to grind herself against me. Her panties were the only thing blocking my hardening shaft from making direct contact with her labia.
I decided to fix that. I reached between us and pulled her panties to the side, forcing my shaft against her wet lips with my fingers. I rubbed myself back and forth across her clit, I could feel the piercing on the hood of her clit rubbing against me. She moaned out loud, pulling my head against her chest, she began humping herself against my rod.
I lowered my dick only a few inches and line up my head with her soaking hole. "You want me to be your sugar daddy? You're gonna have to earn it," I whispered.
"Fuck yeah baby, work it out of me," she moaned.
I pushed myself into her tunnel and met some resistance.
"Shit baby, easy, you're bigger than I'm used to." She pulled my head away to look at me. "You're a big boy, you gotta be careful with that thing."
It was probably a lie, but I didn't care. I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and pulled her down o onto to me, hard and fast. The mixture of fear and shock crossing her face made me grin, her eyes widened like sauce plates. Then her face twisted from shock to pleasure and she rolled her eyes backwards.
Mel didn't say anything. She just rode me as I pumped and bucked myself up to her. Her moaning became louder and her grunts turned to shouts.
"Fuck! Fuck that pussy! Fuck my pussy baby!" She panted.
I lasted much longer than I expected to, I'm sure the Viagra and the earlier ejaculation helped. Her tits bounced in front of my face and she waved her head back and forth. She definitely was giving me my money's worth.
Several minutes passed before she began pushing back against me. I could feel her grinding her clit against my pubic bone and she stopped talking all together. Her nails dug into my neck and she began to shake and squeeze my shaft with her pussy.
I couldn't last any longer. I didn't have a condom and I was positive she wasn't on birth control, but I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to. I came hard and fast and I didn't even care about telling her. I pushed myself as far inside of her as I could go and let myself fire every rope of cum I could muster.
I had been squeezing my eyes shut and enjoying the ride, but as I came down, I knew there would be consequences. I opened my eyes and saw Melanie smiling at me. Her face was covered in a light sheen of sweat, she was giving me a wicked grin.
"Damn boy." She rolled off me. "You beat my guts up into my throat."
I gave her a smile and sheepishly rubbed my neck. I didn't bother to cover up knowing she wouldn't either. I was still enjoying the feeling of the cocaine coursing through my body. My head was spinning, and everything felt on fire.
Mel reached down between her legs and dipped her finger into her pussy. She pulled a cum covered finger to her lips and sucked on it for a moment before eyeing me, "You taste pretty good, you know that?"
"Thanks."
She turned her head toward the hallway. I hadn't noticed before but there was music coming from Xan's room.
"Is she gonna be pissed?" I asked.
Melanie sat back against the arm of the couch and shrugged, eyeing me before giving my cock an appraising look. "Do you care?" She asked, lifting her feet into my lap and playing idly with my dick.
It was a subtle shift in her demeanor, but it was there. She wanted to know if I liked Xan.
"I don't want to cause a problem here," I reasoned.
"You won't, its not the first time we've both liked the same boy," she mumbled eyeing my dick some more.
"What usually happens when you like the same boy?" I asked.
Melanie shrugged again and stood up from the couch. The music had stopped playing from Xan's room. Melanie wasn't wearing anything except the wet panties but she didn't seem to notice, she walked down the hallway and knocked on Xan's door.
I couldn't see from my vantage point because I didn't want to lean over the couch and look too interested. I heard Xan mumble something to her mother before Melanie disappeared into the bedroom.
"Mija, come play with us," I heard Melanie whisper in Spanish.
"Is he fucked up on your shit?" Xan quipped.
I heard Melanie sigh, "Niña, when you start earning money for this house then you can talk shit about how I pay the bills. Why are you complaining anyways, I thought you liked this guy?"
"Yeah, that means I don't want to watch you hump him like a ratchet púta!" Xan snapped.
I heard the slap but didn't see it. It must have been a good one too, because Xandria stored talking after that.
Melanie's voice got louder, enough that I didn't have to strain to hear her words. "You ungrateful little cunt, you forget that I own your ass. If it wasn't for me sucking and fucking every night, you'd be chained up in the basement of that fat old man, popping out his babies and sucking his cock for crumbs to eat."
Now here you are. I'm asking you to do the one thing you're good at, with the one guy you like. Do you have any idea how lucky you are? One day you'll be old, your looks will be gone, and your tits will sag, then you'll have to do things like this to make money." Melanie softened her voice after a moment of pause. "Look, come outside, play with us a little, like I taught you. Get him to bust his nut inside of you once, then we'll figure out the rest, ok?"
"Mami, I don't want to do it like this," Xan sounded like she was going to cry.
"Míja, men only want what's between your legs and what's hanging from your chest, if they think they have to pay for a baby they turn and run away. Now we found a good one here, he said he's got money after he sold that house, so either you or me is gonna lock it down, trust your mami, and do it like I told you, then we can have months to work out the rest, ok?"
"Yes mami," Xan whispered.
"Who knows, he might even like you if you get him really horny." Mumbled Mel. "Clean yourself up and then come out here and join us."
I quietly sat on couch wondering if I should try and run for it, but I heard Melanie approaching. So that's what was going on here. Melanie didn't really care about me being a sugar daddy to her, she wanted something more. She wants money for the long haul, and she was using her daughter to help her get it.
"Hey baby," Mel smiled when she entered. "You want another drink? I got some vodka in the kitchen."
"Sure," I said absentmindedly. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, Xandria will be coming out in a second, she was just being a little bitch." She waved a hand dismissively.
While she poured us drinks in the kitchen, I stayed on the couch thinking about my options. I could get up and make an excuse to leave. I could stay and let Melanie's little plan play out like she wants. Or...I couldn't think of another option. The more I learned about her, the more I liked Alexandria. She was a smart-ass kid, but I like that in a woman, and if it wasn't for her mother, I might be inclined to date her.
Her mom was hot, but the way she connived and used her daughter, I was sure any future dealing was always going to have ulterior motives and underhand tactics.
"Hey." Xan smiled at me when she walked in. Her eyes were red like she'd been crying. "Did mom give you some of her fairy dust?"
"Yeah." I turned my head to greet her and felt my jaw hit the floor. She had dressed down to a thin white tank top undershirt and a pair of black panties. It looked like thong panties. I stared for a moment in stupid shock.
"Nice cock, old man." She waved a hand at my naked crotch. Her mouth gave me a small grin.
"Nice tits, little girl." I smirked back.
Xan sat down on the couch next to me. Her eyes darted to the kitchen where her mother was still making drinks. "Do you feel ok?" She asked me placing a hand on my thigh.
I nodded my head letting my eyes trail over her young body. Her tits were enormous. Her dark areolas were visible through her thin white shirt. "I'm good." The truth is the drugs were making my body feel like it was on fire.
"Baby, show Richard that thing I taught you while I'm making drinks." Called Melanie.
Xan glanced at the kitchen again, "Moms mixing something into your drink right now." She whispered and hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Her fat globes fell free for me to see. They were beautiful. Full, round, perky, and delicious.
I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and taking one in my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, "More coke and Viagra?" I asked.
She took a deep breath at my touch and shook her head, "Probably a roofie, and something stronger than Viagra. She has a whole pharmacy in the cabinets, she can keep you hard and unconscious for days."
I lifted my eyes from her beautiful chest to her face, I could see the faint shade of red on her cheek where her mother had hit her. I'm not sure if it was just pity for a pretty girl or because I liked her, but I felt...angry. Xan was a good kid, I didn't want her to be hurt, or force into doing things against her will.
I took my hand from her chest and raised it to gently touch her cheek. "Is this what you want?"
Her eyes started to moisten, and she blinked backed tears. "I didn't want it like this, but I have thought about it. I like you." She placed her little hand over mine and looked at me questioningly.
"I like you too," I whispered.
She smiled weakly and pulled my hand back down to her beasts. She reached between us and took my cock in her hand and gave a gentle squeeze. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth, I slid my tongue in past her teeth and tasted her lips. She moaned and kissed me back, giving me a few strokes with her hand. I could feel myself getting hard again, and her nipples stood up in my hands. I pulled back to take one into my mouth, but she didn't wait for me, she leaned her head down into my lap and sucked on the head of my cock. I groaned out loud.
"Well, well, well, I see you two are getting to know each other without me," Melanie chimed as she came into the living room. She had a tray of drinks and lines of white powder that she put into the table next to us.
Xandria didn't stop her work, she continued blowing me as if Mel wasn't in the room. Melanie handed me glass of vodka, that I'm sure was mixed with something else. "You were taking a while in there," I said taking it and giving a small sip. I couldn't taste anything different.
"Just wanted to make it special, papí." She smiled at me.
When I tried to lower the glass, she reached out and tipped the bottom of the glass up forcing me to finish the vodka all at once. Xandria loosened her throat and tried to allow more of me deeper into her throat but Melanie tapped her on the head and told her to sit up.
Xan lifted herself off me and wiped het lips. She eyed me as if she was hoping I would tell her what a good job she had done. "More cocaine?" I asked.
"Alexandria has to catch up," she handed her daughter a rolled-up dollar bill.
"Mami, I don't need to, I'm fine," Xan looked at her mother.
"Just do it mija," Melanie half snapped at her.
While Xan leaned over the tray and snorted a line of coke, Melanie let my eyes wander over her body.
"So, what happens now?" I asked her. I wasn't sure how much more of this night I was going to remember if there was a roofie in the drink.
"Well, that's depends on how much fun you want to have." She sat next to her daughter on the couch and laid back against the armrest. She pulled Xandria by the hand and placed it between her legs and whispered in Spanish, "Like I taught you baby."
I watched in fascination as Xandria turned to face her mother's spread legs and set to work trying to please her with hands and mouth. She didn't act like a seductress like her mother, this was work for her, not fun. Her actions were almost...mechanical. Melanie moaned when her daughters head dipped down to her bare crotch. The only sound in the room was a licking and kissing sound and Mel's groans of pleasure. I watched the lesbian show from behind. I understood that this is what Melanie was always getting Alexandria to do, give the men a show so they would be desperate for more and pliable to suggestions. Top it off with some hardcore drugs and horny idiot turns virtual slave. I had to admit, it was working on me.
Xandria had chosen to sit on her knees facing away from me toward her mother, giving me a bullseye view of her thong covered pussy and asshole.
I stared at it, enjoying the puffiness of her young labia, the tight puckered entrance of her smooth hairless anus.
"Well, papi, see something you like?" Melanie had been watching me stare at her daughter's backside. "She has a tight little pussy, and if you want to, you can put that big cock of yours right up inside it, for the right price."
She played idly with her tits while Xan ate her. She wrapped one leg over her daughter's shoulder and winked at me.
"The right price, how much is that?" I asked in a lust and drug filled haze.
I don't remember what I said next, maybe it's the coke or maybe it was the roofie, but my memory started getting spotty.
"Hmmm, depends on what you want to do to her. If you pay me a thousand dollars cash, you can eat her sweet little pussy. Pound it until you empty those fat balls of yours right up her little cunny. I'll even make her lick her pussy juices off your dick and do it all over again." She was starting to breath heavier and faster as her daughter devoured her cunt.
"A thousand dollars?" I tried to keep the indignation out of my voice. That was a lot of money, but I didn't want Xan to think she wasn't worth it.
I know I asked something else but I can't remember what.
"She's got primo pussy baby, Mija, give him a show." Melanie tapped Xan on the head. "Her little pussy tastes like honey baby, trust me, I know."
Xandria reached back with her hand and played with her pussy. She stroked herself and rubbed her clit, giving me a full view of what her mother was offering me.
"How much will it cost to cum on her tits?" I asked.
"Oh baby, don't waste it there. She's clean, trust me. I'll let you pound her for a week, you can cum anywhere as much as you want, for two grand." She raised up two fingers but kept her eyes closed, enjoying Xandria's work.
I don't remember what we said to each other next, my brain was fighting the roofie and losing.
I sat up on my knees lining up my cock with Xan's pussy. "How much to buy her from you, forever?" To this day I'm not really sure if I was trying to rescue Xandria or make Melanie feel shocked, or even if I did it because I liked the girl. But I did it, and Melanie opened her eyes and gave me a look, long and considering.You want her for life? Like to buy her for good and all?" She asked. I couldn't hear Xan's mouth working anymore, I think she had stopped to listen.
"Like I take her home with me, and she belongs to me from now on," I said giving the head of my dick a little push to entrance of Xandria's wet hole.
Melanie sat up and leaned over her daughter's head. "Ten. I want ten thousand dollars cash, and I want you to cum inside of me again, as a down payment. Then you can have her, you can take her tonight."
Xandria sat up and looked over her shoulder at me. I couldn't really tell what was in her eyes, fear or excitement. I didn't even know if this was a real offer, it was definitely illegal, but so was everything else tonight.
"Done." I pushed my cock into Xandria's pussy and watched her head slump forward into her mother's lap again.
I didn't hold anything back, I pushed as far as Xandria would let me go and then pulled back to push some more. Xan, to her credit didn't complain about the size of my dick or even move herself away when I pushed a little too roughly. She flinched and then tried to push herself back against me just a little.
I fucked her like I owned her and didn't stop until I was nearing the point of no return. I grabbed Xandria by the hair and pulled her head away from her mother's cunt, she moaned and panted. Melanie could tell I was almost at the end.
"Move Xandria." Her mother patted her on the head.
Xandria started to stand up but I forced her back down. "No," I grunted. I bucked my hips faster and tried to make myself cum before Melanie could object.
"We had a deal!" Melanie snapped. I don't remember what she was saying after that, but she was getting upset. She wanted me
I thought for sure I would lose the chance because I was so close but still not over the edge, until Xandria helped me out. With a free hand she slipped her fingers back and stroked my balls and shaft as I fucked her. It was all I needed.
I pumped my cum into her as much and as fast as I could. Melanie screamed something about being a cheat, but I didn't stop. If anyone was going to get knocked up by me, it was going to be the girl I just paid for.
Xan squeezed herself on my shaft and milked me for every drop. She pushed herself back onto me lap and tried to grind herself against me until I stopped. She hadn't cum, but at this point I don't think she really cared.
I slumped back onto the couch and Xan fell with me, trying to keep me inside of her a little longer. Melanie was firing off in rapid Spanish telling me I was going to regret reneging her deal. I don't remember it all and the moments I do remember of me trying to reason with her are just a blur of moments and colors. Xandria did push me out of the apartment to get me clear of harms way, she stayed behind to scream at her mother.
*******
I don't remember climbing naked up to my apartment, but I must have because the next day I woke up on my kitchen floor. I didn't remember what had happened after I left or why I had burned food on the stove.
Waking up, I could hear the tv was on in the living room and the shower was running from my bathroom. I stumbled to my feet and noticed my apartment was a wreck. The lamp was pushed over, the clothes were thrown everywhere, my blind were torn to pieces. It seemed like someone had gone through my apartment and pulled everything onto the floor.
My head was pounding and I felt confused about what had happened the night before. I remember Melanie standing over me, yelling, going through my things. She was probably looking for money. I stumbled to the kitchen and looked around at the damage. She had gone through everything here too.
The water in the restroom had stopped and I heard footsteps behind me. Xandria was standing in the doorway, her hair was soaking wet and a towel was wrapped around her large breasts.
"Hey," she whispered.
"What happened?" I asked trying to shake off the confusion.
"Mama."
I let out a sigh feeling angry and frustrated. I was pissed at Melanie for what she did, and at myself for getting into this mess.
"I'm gonna get that bitch." I stomped toward my bedroom to change my clothes and think about how best to get back at Melanie, but Xandria jumped on front of me.
"Don't, please. Just pay her the money you owe her and it'll be over," she reasoned with me.
"Pay her? Xandria, I'm gonna kill her, she tried to pimp you!" I vented, giving her a baffled look.
"And you tried to buy me," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Look, she knows people, ok? Really bad people, she was on that phone with them last night."
If I wasn't homicidal before, I was after that. The idea that she was going to try and hurt me after trying to sell me her daughter only enraged me further. "She knows people? I know cops, she'll be arrested before she can even think of a lie to get out of this."
"She won't have to, what would you even tell the cops? That you tried to buy me? And you were high on coke and drunk? When things went badly you tried to cheat her? Plus you fucked us both? Incest is illegal, I would go to jail too." There was fear in her eyes.
I wasn't thinking clearly and I couldn't tell if she was right about the way things went down the night before, but I didn't care. I was angry.
"Fuck this," I grunted. I didn't bother to get dressed now, I turned and headed to my front door, I was going to go downstairs and drag Melanie out of the apartment and call the cops.
"Please," Xandria pleaded.
I didn't see her face, but I could hear the tears in her voice.
"Please...she's my mom. I know she's bad but I don't want you to hurt her, and I don't want anyone to go to jail. I just want to get away from her. Please, just give her that money she wants and we'll leave, it'll just be you and me. We can go anywhere, I'll be so good to you, you'll see. I can make you happy, please?"
My anger was gone in a puff of smoke. I was frustrated with my stupid decisions.
"Alexandria, why would I ever give her money?"
"Because you don't know her, she'll never stop until she gets what she wants. Look I can talk her out of the 'down payment', but she'll want the money. Just give her that and let's leave together." She eyed me for a moment. "You want me, don't you?"
I didn't think I loved her or anything, but I liked her. I wanted to protect her. I turned to face her and saw the tears in her eyes. My head gave an instinctual glance to her breasts.
She read my mind and pulled the towel from her body, exposing her nakedness to me. "Please. I'll be yours. I'll be your property, your own little girl, you can do whatever you want with me. I promise, I'll be so good to you. Just pay her and let's leave."
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, remembering something from last night. "I'm not buying you Xandria. I came inside of you and I...I..." It hit me like a ton of bricks. "I came inside of her, before you and I had sex. What if she gets pregnant? I can't leave any kid with her."
"I can fix it. Don't worry. I'll take care of everything. You tell me what you want and I'll do it, ok? I'm yours now, I'll do what you say, ok?" She stepped up to me and took my hands, placing them on her breasts. "Don't think of it as buying me, think of it as paying her off."
"Xandr--"
"Just say we'll leave together and I'll fix this. I'll talk to her and make it all go away, please," she begged.
I let out a sigh, mulling over my options and what I wanted. She pressed herself against me and waited for me to decide, my erection rose against my slacks and pushed at her thigh. If she was conning me, she was doing a great job.
After what felt like minutes I pulled a chair off the floor and sat it upright. "Sit down, we're gonna talk," I said.