Be My Guest
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Episode 26: BULLseYe
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 26: BULLseYe - Fate fell into Zach Pedigo's lap. Unemployed, lack of funds, a bad reference from an old boss, nearly homeless. Sad thing was Zach was one cool dude, athletic, Tom Hardy looks, smart, you name it. Evicted from his apartment in one breath, KNOCK KNOCK! In walks Heidi Baker, young, gorgeous, crazy. There to answer a vacant bedroom ad that wasn't even Zach's apt. Last ditch idea he suckered her in. Best thing to ever happen to him. Good kid! Daddy issues but a sweetheart. Boy was she a handful!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teen Siren BiSexual Rough Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
“Get a move on Pedigo, I want to go home before I clock back in tomorrow.”
“Tall order, Munchkin.” Zach Pedigo laughed at his co-worker and site boss the adorably spunky Stormy Belair. Being a little person the heckle went over like a brick.
“Tom Hardy Har-Har!” She replied connecting with his resemblance to the actor. “Don’t make me use that dick of yours as a step ladder to punch that smile off your face.” She was ready to pounce. “I miss that bad boy by the wayside.”
“Onetime thing Andrea not the Giant.”
“You’re on a roll today. Do I gotta bring the hay?”
“I just said one time only Stormy. I’m not going to make a habit of having sex with my co-workers.” He finished his last connection of siding to the mobile home they were working on. “Cleo is the only exception.”
“I thought you was taking Rocky’s money to tap Angel. She’s a co-worker.”
“Again ... one time only. I’m still regretting taking Rock up on that offer. The only reason I’m considering it is I want to see DiVito squirm from how much I make his wife scream.” He paused with a shit eating grin. “That and him trying to resist a hard on with Cleo sitting in his lap.”
“Might get ugly.” Stormy chuckled! “Especially if he doubles up on his Viagra.”
“That’s his problem.”
“Cleo agree to that?”
“She laughs about it but yeah, she’s not going to tell me no.”
“Penis whipped, huh?”
“Something like that. Let’s pack up, I need a beer.”
“Beer? Lightweight! I need a few shots of Jack.”
“I’m not jacking off over you.” He laughed! “Although it might put some hair on your chest.”
“Sayin’ I’m manly?”
“You broke a nail earlier. Man in MANicure. You should drop by my daughter’s nail salon and have her fix that. Oh, wait! She called off work today. Not feeling so hot, her boyfriend roughed her up in a good way.” If only Zach knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. Still relying on his reference in calling Heidi Baker his daughter just to keep the crew from calling him a liar, it was becoming habit forming.
“Lucky her. Only time I get roughed up is in the ring.” Stormy as a midget wrestler it was pretty often. Helping Zach haul their tools back to their van she sighed heavily. “I have a bout coming up here soon. You should drop by the arena and root me on.”
“I’ll definitely consider that.” He puckered just as his cellphone rang. “Hold up, it’s my buddy Nick.” Answering it Stormy tossed her tools into the van’s bed while listening to him. “Hey Nico! What’s happening brother?”
“We haven’t talked any more about Iris and our agreement. Got time to meet me for a drink after work? I’m buying.” Nick Riley sounded chipper.
“I was craving a Budwizzer. We’re loading our equipment now. Twenty minutes to get back to the shop and clock out. Let me run home and shower then I’ll meet you at Wet Willy’s?”
“Wet Willy’s!” Stormy chuckled! “I can help with that.” She reached for Zach’s zipper while he dodged her laughing.
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Are you bringing Iris?”
“Nope! I want to discuss this just you and I and plan things out.”
“My plan is simple. I call, your bitch cums.”
“That is going to take some getting used to Buddy. I trust you and all but ... damn! That there is a lot to consume.”
“You’ll get used to it. Just know I’m not stealing her away ... EVER!”
“I believe you. 6:30 at Willy’s?”
“I’ll be there. Save us a dart board.”
“Gotcha!” Nick hung up on Zach who then lowered his cell to see Stormy struggling to carry their ladder. Hurrying to her side he took it from her hauling it the rest of the way to their van.
“Who’s Iris?”
“My buddy’s fiancée, my slut.” He had to brag. “Oh! I met a realtor lady yesterday. I’ll probably tap her here soon too.”
“Take a number, eh?”
“Long line. I have to admit my sex life has gotten crazy since my kid moved in with me.”
“Incest?”
“Not what I mean.” Zach appeared edgy! “Just ... a lucky charm I suppose.” He frowned, thanking God that was not the case. While he was all over Heidi Baker, if she were his real daughter it would be a bitch. Thankfully, she had set him up with enough gals to mold his old persona back into what it used to be when he was married. His persona alone, not ex-wife Yushea’s cup of tease. She had her own agenda playing behind his back at every chance she got while not into his newly acquired taste of dominance. That was then. He was much happier without her.
“Oh, get this ... my ex-wife’s boyfriend sent me an invite to his new bar’s grand opening. As if I’d give that bastard the bragging rights of showing up so he can rub it in my face.”
“I’ll be your date. I can kick his ass for you.”
“I’m not going, Stormy. Thanks for the offer though, he deserves it.” More than Zach knew. “It’s better if I just steer clear of him and my ex. I don’t want those memories back.”
“I get that. It’s always better to look the other way before crossing any road. Just know I have your kneecaps.”
“Thanks, Munchkin.”
“Munch on this.” She patted her inner thighs through her jeans.
“You don’t give up do you?”
“Nope! You’re going to chow down on this again one of these days without my paying you to do it. I got faith.”
“We’ll see.” He laughed! “Get in I’ll drive.”
“Of course you will, I can’t reach the gas pedal. Fuck you, Pedigo.”
“GOD HELP ME! I know I don’t deserve your help but please stop the burning in my asshole. All my freaking holes while you’re at it.”
Heidi Baker carefully inspected her privates using a hand held mirror to find bruises that weren’t there yesterday. Heidi Baker was enduring a beating, after her first beating to boot. The savage gangbang at Moolah Rouge was taking its toll. “Forget I asked God. I did this to myself, I’ll get through it. You help those who help themselves, right? I guess I helped myself too much that night.” A giggle escaping her agony, she rolled her eyes. “I sure know those horndogs did.”
In her misery she heard her cellphone ring, rolling over to get it next to her futon mattress, she had relocated everything low to avoid getting up save to pee or eat. “Cleo!” She answered it quickly. “Hey, Girlyfriend.”
“Hey yourself. I had a few minutes after classes. I saw that you texted me.” Cleopatra Teleki sat in her car on campus, her call tapped into her stereo Bluetooth so that she did not need to hold her phone.
“Yes. I need to talk to you about a couple of things. Are we going to Yushea’s club opening to support her?” She prayed she would be in shape before then, even more so before that wedding Saturday. Weaver’s band was playing there and she was not going to let him down considering she had been avoiding him over the last two days to heal.
“Can’t drink but we can go if you want. I’ll drive seeing as you don’t have a car.”
“Working on getting one.” She pondered over her piggy bank which was in the shape of a leather bowling ball case.
“Awesome! My Uncle Rudy has a car lot if you need a deal. He would drop prices if I sat on his lap.” She laughed! “Don’t read into that. I used to do the horsey thing on his knee when I was a baby. He’s my mom’s brother.”
“Ride ‘em, Cowgal.”
“I shouldn’t have told you that.” Cleo busted up! “I heard you called off work the last two days. Are you alright?”
“Fell off my own horse is all. Don’t ask ... too many knees.”
“Uh? Okay! Do I even want to know?”
“Of course you do, but I don’t want Tom to know. So therefore, I can’t tell you.”
“You know I won’t rat you out.”
“Come on you and Zach are tight.”
“I’m loosening up ... because of him if that’s any consolation.”
“Can you drop by tomorrow morning and take me shopping?”
“I have classes in the morning but ... screw it, I’ll skip out! Shopping sounds fun.”
“I need something to wear to a wedding. The goth garb I had bought to wear I abused when I met Weavey’s parents.”
“Oh, boy! You met Solo?”
“I did ... he met me.”
“Ouch!”
“You’re telling me.” Heidi winced at a sting in her asshole.
“So, if you met him, you met Weaver’s stripper mom.”
“I did just say his parents.”
“Right! She’s a trip.”
“Yep! Tripped me good.”
“You stripped at Moolah Rouge, didn’t you?” Cleo guessed!
“You’re good. So, tell me my fortune, Miss Cleo.”
“Funny! My mom named me after a phone psychic named that. She’s into all that fortune telling crap. Of course that psychic did predict I would be born on a certain date. I was only off by two days, I call that mistake second guessing. Anyways, you need a dress. My auntie Halo makes dresses. Maybe we can swing by and she might have something that fits you. I need a new dress too after the one I wore to the mall shrank into a tank top.”
“I loved that dress. I’d rock in one of those. Yes! Let’s visit your Auntie Halo. What a name!”
“I know, right! My grandparents are really religious, that’s why mom is named Angel and her sister Halo. Uncle Rudy was named after a pastor in their church. Pick you up at 10:00?”
“I’ll be ready. Just don’t expect me to be moving too fast.”
“You worry me, Heidi.”
“I worry me.”
“Text me if you need anything.”
“Will do. Thanks!”
What Heidi Baker needed was another pain killer.
Maybe three!
“Come on you piece of junk.”
Having clocked out for the day at Teleki’s Siding and Insulation, Zach Pedigo was finding his Harley acting finicky. Several times trying to start it his boy manned up and fired. Grimacing, he knew more money was going to be put out soon or he would be riding the bus like Heidi. So not his style.
“Sorry Buddy! I didn’t mean to insult you. You’re not a piece of junk, you just need some new blood probably.” He had checked the oil it was needy but not dark. Spark plugs seemed tight but hey he was no mechanic. Zach might look rugged and tough but he had his faults.
Hitting the highway he was home in record time, trying his best to be on schedule in meeting Nick Riley. Hurrying inside the back door he found an unexpected surprise. On her way going downstairs to the laundry room with a basket of clothes was the beautiful Petra Monahan, her flaming red hair up in a ponytail. A revealing black halter top and tight white shorts with a pleasant see through vibe to them prevented him from going up to his floor, technically hers, seeing as she lived down the hall from him.
“Hey, Handsome!”
“Who?”
“Oh, my God! MASTER!” She giggled! “Sorry! I’m trying to process it. I swear I’ll improve.”
“I’ll leave my dirty clothes inside my apartment door. Wash mine when you’re done.”
“Seriously? I mean ... I will.”
“When my clothes are in the washer you will strip naked and sit on it until ready to dry. AM I UNDERSTOOD?”
“Um? Other people use the ... YES SIR!” His gaze made her weak, she adored this man and any chance she got to be with him she would do as told to ensure that inevitability.
“Selfies sent to my phone to prove it. Fail me and flame over.”
“Flame? You mean game?”
“Nope! Flame. I’ll turn you over my knee and blister your ass until it’s redder than your hair.”
“Mm! I want you so bad.”
“I’m sure you do. Let me by, I need a shower.”
She stepped around him in the tight quarters, the basket beneath her tits lifting them until her tank barely held them in. No bra, no undies, just as Zach enforced, she was loving the sensations. Finding her irresistible in that moment Zach went out of his way to remove her shoulder straps from her shoulders and loosened the tank top dramatically. Her eyes were sparkling at his approach.
“Stop hiding.”