Episode 235: TROPHY MILF

Showered, shaved and looking boss, Tony Gunther felt like a new man. Hearing a series of confused whimpers outside the bathroom door he knew his pup Cora had been let indoors and was searching for her master. Unlocking his retreat Tony stepped out in only a towel tied about his waist. “Did mom let you in ole’ girl?” She had been confined to the backyard while loading his truck, but Tony found himself sidelined by the Temptatious Trio as he called them. Not to be mistaken for the Terrible Trio from Horton-Dexter, they were a whole other gender. He was unaware of those punks. Pure coincidence!

Cora was all over Tony until he conducted well-versed commands that Cora obeyed to the letter. “That’s my Cora Belle! You just lay down and let your studly master get dressed.” Irony, he had to laugh over the girls calling him master earlier. It had a nice ring to it but he had never considered all that BDSM crap. He was happy being who he was. Handsome, charming, witty, ballsy. Girls flocked to his charisma without going down that road of disrespect. “Ehhh? Never know I suppose! It might be fun to test the waters someday. For now, let’s just get my life back on track.” Nothing fancy in his attire he put on a polo shirt and jeans. Cologne and sunglasses he was ready to roll.

“I better go check on the girls. It looks like they carried out all of the boxes I pointed to for me. Hopefully they took my advice to go get breakfast so I can go visit Deanna in peace. At least mom is more understanding of things now. I know dad will be fine too he’s tougher than mom is. Speaking of, I need to stop by Firestone before I head out and say hi to Pop. He’d be uptight if I dropped in and left without sharing the love.” Pausing at the stairs he nearly forgot his phone. Snatching it from the loveseat he checked it in case any new messages came through. Sure enough, he had two. “My new roomie Amber Hawthorne sent me a text asking if I got here okay. Nice of her to care. I’ll text her after Deanna, I better not waste any more time or Crystal might end up coming home to walk in on us.”

Examining the other text, he found a set of numbers sent by Stacy Reign with a message saying, “Just in case you want to watch me again. Dial that number by itself and it will patch into my cameras, and you can see my every move. Friendly gesture, nothing whore ... I mean more.” Winking emoji! Brows up he puckered at how easy the woman was to get along with. He just hoped there wasn’t any ulterior motive on her part that might walk him right back into more trouble with the law. The woman being filthy rich with crazy connections was a bit hard to swallow. “Well, that’s intriguing, invader versus invader.” He kept the text and headed upstairs, Cora right behind him playfully nipping as his heels. She loved shoestrings. A quick check on his mom’s whereabouts he discovered her napping in her room. Making sure Cora had fresh water and dry food he told Cora to behave then slipped out the front door.

Before anything else, Tony went back around to the front driveway to check the bed of his truck to see how much room he had left. It was pretty full. “That TV I’m borrowing might have to stay here. I’ll just buy a new TV of my own in a few weeks. It’s funny that Amber doesn’t have one, but I’m betting that so-called ex-boyfriend she had took it. Netflix on her computer probably. Anyways, I’ll bungee all of this stuff down after Deanna.” Patting his fender well he headed across the neighbor’s yard and up to the MacEntire front porch. Finding the door open and a note on it saying, “Cum in!” he chuckled, “I’m glad Truman didn’t come home and see that. But again, Crystal would defend her mom and say she left it for the girls. I better rip the tape off just in case.” Entering he took the paper down and crumpled it up.

Hearing soft music downstairs, he presumed that was where Deanna MacEntire was hiding out. A candle on a stair step was a good hint. Moving down the stairs he picked that candle up and carried it the remainder of the way. Down in the main common area he found Deanna. “It took you long enough.” She posed in a sheer green nightie while lying on a sectional facing him. “Seductive enough? I’m out of practice.”

“Looking good Dee!” Easy on the thighs, his dick was already recovering from the girls earlier. Thankfully he didn’t exert himself by fucking them, not that he didn’t want to. His mindset was to rock Dee’s world and put her mind at ease over her divorce situation. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh, God, yes! I’m done being the faithful wife. I want a real man. Truman is good in bed when he feels generous, but most days, I think his girlfriend kept him worn out. Can we change the subject? I don’t want us to lose momentum.”

“O, you won’t!” Tony grinned then whipped his shirt off to toss it aside. Sunglasses on the sectional with his shirt he dropped to his knees in front of Deanna and roughly manhandled her by her legs. Squealing under exertion she moaned without any effort. Matching green lace panties were swiftly pulled aside and Tony went in for the kill, tongue lashing, fingers intruding.

“OH, SHIT!” Instantaneous squirt. “Fuck that feels good. Do you have any idea how long it has been since Truman has even kissed me down there? Easily two years!”

“Forget the past Dee! Shut the hell up and enjoy yourself.” Digging in he ate her out for a resounding ten minutes, Dee cumming twice during his feeding frenzy. Removing the lace panties, he threw them over his back then kissed his way up under her nightie to devour those 40G zeppelins. Helpful, she fought her nightie up over her head and off without care as to where it landed. While swallowing areola Tony set out unfastening his pants. As earlier he used his toes to remove his tennis shoes so that he could lower his jeans. Without releasing her nipple, he goaded his jeans and boxers to his ankles then off. Bringing her legs up over her torso it was an easy penetration.

Dragging her lower into the sofa he jackhammered Deanna into a screaming banshee. Her nails finding his shoulders a little too easy to claw at he had to break rank and tell her not to draw blood. Mid apology he shut her up again by kissing her which refueled her loyalty with passion. Not wanting to nut so soon he pulled out of her and stepped back. Pointing at the carpet below she rose from her contortion and dropped to her knees. Fondling him with admiration she swallowed his crown, working her way back to give it her all. Stroking her hair was emotionally exhilarating, she loved his touch and chose to try deep throating him. No tonsils in her favor she managed the feat to perfection. It had been years since she had volunteered that toward her husband. Take that Truman! Once Tony’s magnificent beast was all of the way consumed, his grip over her scalp held her firm until she gagged and lightly spit up. Pulling away a bit he slammed his dick right back down her throat. Eyeballs straight up to view her new God with mad respect, Deanna made it known by rolling her eyes white time and time again. This was her way of sharing the news that she absolutely loved his power exchange.

No words, all actions, Tony Gunther fucked her face until closing in on a nut. Controlling his pace, he roughly pushed her away, toppling her to the rug. Dropping to his knees he again controlled her body and moved her to her hands and knees. Reversing her he took her doggystyle and pulled her hair taunt to a shrill, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I needed this.” Slapping her ass Momma Dee yelped as relentlessly as his palms were in violently cherry coloring her cheeks. “So, like I imagined! Thank you, Tony.”

“I said shut up and enjoy it.” He released her hair then shoved her forward. Collapsing flat on her belly, Tony stretched out over her and fucked her, body glued to body. She came two more times in five minutes. Still, holding out Tony had to cease thrusting. Drawing back, he spit on her asshole and took it without mercy. Scream, MILF, scream! Sweating up a storm Tony finally had to let go. Showering her anus with a flood of jizz she screamed loudly at his snarl. Pulling out of her anal cavity his cream puddled from her pucker even as he rolled her back over and took her missionary.

“Where do you get the energy? Dear God! Now I know what Crystal sees in you.”

“Don’t kill the mood, Dee. This is you and I, not Crystal.”

“Agreed!” Legs circling his hips he slowed down and made love to her as the candle waned on the coffee table. Looking up then over his shoulder he spotted Truman’s pool table. Grinning with mischief he used every ounce of strength he had and stood up, carrying Deanna with him without losing penetration. Holding him tightly she rode along as he walked over to the billiard table and sat her on the edge. With seven distinct balls still on the table he shoved her back. Penetration escaping, she crawled backwards to the middle and gave Tony ample time to join her. Back to making love to Dee she was staining the green in juices. Fuck Truman! Nutting inside Dee’s scalding hot cunt he exhausted himself and had to just lay there inhabiting her. Mrs. MacEntire was shaking like a leaf. Smirking at Dee with mischief he reached out and plucked up a 2-ball and placed it up to her lips.

“Ball gag?” She busted up laughing! Puckering around the ball as much as she could it didn’t of course fit. Pulling the ball away she had to add her own flare. “Sorry to leave you blue balled.” He sat the ball into a side pocket then swarmed her throat with sweltering kisses.

“I should have tried harder. You are incredible.”

“I’ll hit these pockets more once you get to Nashville. Don’t fall in love, just enjoy our times together.”

“Absolutely! I look forward to it. It scares me to start over after so many years, no money. Living off of Crystal doesn’t suit me well, but again, she has done that to us the last seventeen years.” Settling down he remained inside her but simply used her chest as a pillow. “Am I wrong in following her there Tony?”

“Nope! She’s not ready to be on her own quite yet. I will admit I’m proud of her watching her money but that could change. I think you need to be there not to baby her but keep her grounded. All three of them for that matter! Jody and Emma are just as easily swayed by the wrong person if there’s no voice of reason. I know it’s going to be tough not being motherly, but you have to let Crystal grow up. Just advise her as needed without preaching.”

“And being a stripper isn’t letting her mature?”

“That’s her decision. Between the two of us we should slowly try and get them to take some college courses. A hot body doesn’t last forever and just like you and Truman, there’s no guarantee that a guy will keep them. She has the body to bring in the money now but we both know how life goes. Oh! They did get hired at that club on the Northside of Nashville called MaleStrom.”

“What? Already? How?”

“Filled out their online apps and believe it or not five minutes later the owner called and Face Timed them. I sat through their interview. Crystal mentioned you as a possible dancer if you still want to try. The owner of the club Stacy Raynes said that you would need to audition too.”

“Oh, my God! This is all moving so fast. Who calls five minutes later? She must be desperate.”

“I don’t read desperate.” He chuckled, “She lives in a fancy penthouse, even gave us a tour. I guarantee she’s a millionaire.”

“Technically, I don’t even know how to dance. I mean I love dancing, but I’ve never done it like a true stripper.”

“Well, you did mention showing me your pole dancing talent.”

“I’m a beginner Tony. I mean, I’m okay on it in twirls but not any upside-down stuff.”

“I’m pretty certain you have three decent teachers to get you ready. Besides, you don’t have to do MaleStrom, any club for that matter. Like I said, my friend Piper might be able to hire you at the high school.”

“Maybe I can do both part time, until I feel comfortable dancing where the real money is.”

“Stacy did mention some girl by the name of Jin Zellers who dances at another club called Cashanova. I guess she’s Horton-Dexter’s new girls’ coach. I’ll know more once I meet her this week.”

“Can I talk to this Stacy?”

“Don’t move.” He looked left at a wall mounted TV set. Crawling off of her he retrieved his phone and dialed Stacy’s number then the code she gave him. Three minutes to wait Tony crawled back up on the table and slid back home into Dee’s weeping pussy. “Feels good Dee.”

“She didn’t answer you?”

“Patience! She’ll call. She mentioned heading to the club so she might be driving.” Nope! His cell rang. “You’re fast Raynes.” He put her on speaker.

“Still procrastinating here at home trying to decide what to wear. Help me decide!” She sent him another FaceTime request. Accepting it Stacy had her make up on and was looking incredible. Better than her natural state but stellar either way. “Oh, hello!” Stacy found Tony panning his cell onto Deanna’s face. Shaky hands noted Stacy guessed he was fucking her. “Caught you at the best time I see.”

“Hi!” Dee moaned and expressed sensitivity to his deep insertions. “Sorry if I have to catch my breath on occasion.”

“Not a problem. You must be Crystal’s mother.”

“Yes! I’m not sure why Tony insisted on calling you right this minute. This is not my showing any dancing ability.”

“Perish the thought! At least listening in I might learn just how good he is.”

“Oh, he’s insanely good.” Her eyes rolled white mid-smirk.

“Can he fuck and chew gum? I need an opinion on my wardrobe for today. I’m feeling dress for once. Normally I’m in booty threads or ripped out jeans. Lace bustier or leather vests. I’ve narrowed it down to two dresses One Trick Tony. Definitely not Pony! Clydesdale maybe!”

“I’m not that hung Raynes. This is just an introduction to Dee here. I’m only trying to relax her. She’s never danced on stage before, but I vouch for her appeal. Her husband is stupid for letting her go.”

“Tony is my first affair. Thinking about it, I guess now that my divorce papers are signed this really isn’t any affair.”

“None of my business. What you two do is between you. How would you feel about being a waitress at my club until you learn a few moves from my choreographer Billi. That’s a she Billi by the way. Billi with an I at the end. I for talent I say. Blue or bright yellow Tony?” She held up two mini dresses with slashes all over them.

“Those get mauled by your dogs. There’s going to be more skin than material.”

“Designer here in Nashville I commission. I promote skin so I have to be a strutting billboard. No application to go by, Deanna, wasn’t it?”

“You can call me Dee.”

“Killer Dee! That could be your stage name.” She chuckled. “Look at your face girl! Someone is racing across the finish line.” Closing fast, Deanna was ready for another orgasm. Tony stepped up his rhythm and brought out the banshee.

“TOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYY!” BOOM! Gusher!

“So much for Truman’s putting green.” Tony huffed, “That wave was a tsunami.”

“Nice! Now that I know you can fuck like a goddess, I still need an opinion.”

“Gold!” Dee told her. “Your dark tan makes yellow exciting.” Stacy nodded mulling it over.

“Thanks! Are your tits fake?”

“Are yours?” Dee retaliated giggling. “Yes 40G! I’m surprised Truman hasn’t tried to steal these from me to.”

“Prenups suck! Truman MacEntire, correct?”

“Yes, why?”

“Just associating names with you and Crystal.” She smirked. “We can skip any audition. Just show up with the ladies and I’ll get you trained on waitressing first. You can practice on amateur night in front of a crowd until you feel comfortable. Waitresses still make good green here. Micro mini skirt uniforms though, you good wearing one of those? Underwear outlawed in my club.”

“I’ll manage.”

“Guarantee you’ll be goosed fifty times a night, but the tips are worth it.”

“I might like that.”

“That’s good.” Stacy put her gold dress on and modeled it for them. “Still feeling the yellow?”

“Nipple heavy that cloth must be really thin.”

“Is there any other kind?”

“I guess not.”

“Face to the applicant. Are we done here I need to get a move on.”

“Yep! Thanks for hanging with us Stacks.”

“Awww! He remembered. Have fun you two.” Call ending Tony sat his cell down.

“Round two before the girls get back?”

“Never ask me that again. Just make me do it.”

“Nashville or bust!”

Motorboat!

Bust it was! A nut!

Nashville! The Bellamy Towers! Penthouse twenty stories up! Welcome to the Northside Weezy! The Eastside was overrated!

Stacy Raynes was rocking that yellow dress, her 40G breasts bulging out like barely contained melons. Nipples poppin’! Jiggles floppin’! Wiggles no stoppin’! Bearing zero shame her ass was hanging out, thigh gap visible, meaty labia dangling slightly as she strutted to her elevator exit. Heading down took four minutes alone in her private box. Straight shot, but twenty stories was up there. At least the mirrored interior let her admire her beauty. Muscles rippling under shredded fabric exposed more than forty percent of her landscape, she might as well have been naked. Camera trained on her, she looked up at it and blew a kiss.

“Who’s on duty today?” She spoke out loud.

“Piggyback, Ms. Raynes.” A speaker in the ceiling replied with a male voice, “Anything I can do for you?”

“Run the name of a Truman MacEntire in West Memphis, Tennessee. What he does for a living. Where he banks. Who he’s fucking. How much is he worth? Dirty little secrets. Take your time Piggy, just get back with me at the club.”

“Will do! Let me know if there’s anything else, I’m on duty until 3:00 this afternoon. I’ll send the info before I clock out.”

“Thanks, Piggy.”

“Might I say that you look exceptionally nice today. That dress is smoking hot.”

“Better than I did running around naked in front of you. Yeah, I think yellow might be my new favorite color.”

“You always rock my world, Ms. Raynes. I love how open you are to your watchers.”

“Nothing to hide unless it’s a toy up my twat. But you know that. Did you get off watching me out on my bed on the patio?”

“Truth?”

“Always! Speak your mind.”

“Jerked off like a bandit. Hard not to when you see a hot bodybuilder knuckling her cunt.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself Piggy. I aim to please.” Elevator stopping, she saluted the camera. As the door opened, she stepped out and walked toward the front lobby. A busty hostess with bowl cut style brunette hair stood half naked behind a waist high desk wearing a headset to answer calls. A white corset style bustier and hoes held by thin white garters, and high heels was her completed attire. No undies just an amazing bare bottom and shaved kitty. Her seat was not any traditional chair, forced to stand her entire shift. The only perch she had by demand of her job was a floor mounted pole with a fat dildo that she had to maintain up inside her pussy for a minimum of three hours each shift. Trained well, Lola Bennett loved her career choice. “Morning, Lusty Lola! See to it my dogs are walked by noon.”

“I’ll warn Stefan to drag his ass out of bed and do that. Have a good day Ms. Raynes.”

“You too Lola Bunny! HOP TO IT!” On her towering toy Lola went. “When he’s done walking Fatboy and Chopper tell him to walk you over lunch too. Oh, and shine that butt plug it looks tarnished.”

“It does not.” Lola laughed. “I polish your engagement ring every day.” Playful banter amongst beauties Stacy winked and moved on toward a secondary elevator then entered it.

Taking her down two sub floors she stepped out into a parking garage. Showing her wealth her parking spots were right up front taking up the first five designated slots. Her Harley at the end, a black Hummer next to it, a Red Jaguar next up, a white Lexus, and finally a yellow Charger. She went with the Charger to match her outfit. Keys in the car with no reason to stress out over any possibility of theft she climbed in and started it up. With Watchtower eyes always monitoring it would take a serious pro to get past the gate. A second to place shades in her blonde hair she left the lot and toward the daylight. A manned parking garage office with two handsome guards greeted her and waved at in passing. “Morning Burt! Morning Ernie!” A big bird flashed in playfulness shot their direction the guards simply laughed. Shades down, she hit the street in a rush. And no, the street was not Sesame.