Episode 9: KArMA sLutra

Zach Pedigo was beyond exhausted. Yesterday was easy spraying indoor insulation only half a day, today not so much. Not to mention his ordeal with the Little Person. After siding an entire mobile home throughout the day, he just wanted to relax. He would pray for better days if his hands didn’t hurt so bad.

Unlocking his apartment door, he literally used his foot to prod it open. Turning the knob was even painful, having blisters on both of his hands. Gloves were just not useful when there was tedious interlocking vinyl siding involved. As the door swung in he stepped into his apartment and kicked the door shut. Music blaring on his stereo to the tune of Skid Row’s Youth Gone Wild, he realized that his roommate Heidi had dug into his cd stash. Puckering at a comfy option he looks at his dilapidated sofa and just collapses onto it. Cozy springs up his ass but better than nothing. Beat was an understatement. He couldn’t even take his boots off.

Quite aware of his return home Heidi Baker paraded from her bedroom dancing to the song wearing a recently put on pink G-string, her tits bouncing about to Sebastian Bach’s vocal wailing. Feigning being caught off guard at seeing Zach home she ignored him at first, still grinding about like a stripper. Maybe there was a future in that trade. She was shameless. Of course, he did talk her into being nude more often when he got home just to let her feel the freedom she desired. It still blew his mind that knowing this young blond bombshell in under a week they acted as if they had known each other their entire lives.

“TURN IT DOWN.” He bellows over the music making her frown and shuffle over to lower the stereos volume.

“What? You don’t like hot teeny bopper ass shaking?” She sneers playfully.

“It’s not that. I’m just hurting everywhere. This job is a workout.” He wasn’t going to let her in on fucking his coworker, Stormy Belair. He needed to get past that in his own thoughts first before admitting to a low point in his life. Pardon the pun!

“Awww! Poor almost evicted Tom. It’s a bitch when you have to make a living, isn’t it?”

“At least I got a job quick. You might have been evicted even after you bailed me out. I can cover my half of the rent now, well, in a few weeks.” Again, he omitted the money Stormy paid him for sex. “I know I probably haven’t said it Dove but thank you.”

“Whoa! Kindness? You already thanked me.” She shuffles around the coffee table and plops down next to him with her freshly shaven legs under her perfect little ass. “You do look rough.”

“Tell me Kayla and Nasty aren’t coming over tonight. I’m too tired to play.”

“Nope. Not tonight. Kayla took your advice and actually landed a job today. They start her in the a few days.”

“No shit! What type of job?” He attempted to raise his right leg to untie his work boot but failed miserably. Giving up he sank more into a slouch and exhaled with a groan.

“A lawn and garden store. As far as I know a cashier mainly.” She pities Zach seeing his traumatizing struggle, “Here, I’ll take your boots off.” She hops up and sits on the coffee tables edge and lifts his foot into her lap. Untying his boot, she tugs a bit to remove it. Just the sensation of its removal made Zach sigh loudly.

“You’re a life saver.”

“You owe me.” She grins and proceeds to remove his other boot for a similar effect. “There! I did my good deed.”

“You smell nice.” He compliments her, “Takes away the smell of my sweaty feet.”

“Quit sniffing you’re not doing what you did to me last night. I’ve had time to think about that dick inside me, not that it wasn’t nice, but you hit me in a time of weakness Tom. You’re right, we can’t take that any further.” Not what her fantasy mere moments ago said. She could tell bedtime stories too. Goldilocks and the Three Bearskin Rugs, Mother Goosed, Underfella, The Ugly Dickling, she knew them all.

“Too exhausted to even try Kid. My body is numb.”

“Against my better judgment, I’ll undress you if you need me to.” She fidgets at her offer wondering why she suggested it. Oh, she knew. Darned fantasy.

“You just want me naked. By the way, you told me you’d be naked every night I got home. I see a slingshot.”

“Close enough.” She was five minutes earlier, “Like I said, I agree with what you said last night. While it’s been fun, we need to keep things less interactive.”

“Strip me Kid.” He attempts to sit forward as she stands up leaning over him to tug at his t-shirt, her breasts dangling in front of his face. Struggling she sighs and halts her efforts.

“Straddling your laptop. Don’t even get touchy feely.” She crawls into his lap right over his cock and again stretches over his back to grab the t-shirts hem to drag it up over his head to escape two very muscular arms. His hands found her hips the second the shirt came off. “What did I say?” She points at his nose.

“Sorry, just seemed natural.”

“I am not Khloe, Nasty, or my sister. I’m your friend, nothing more.”

“I hear you, Princess Ride. Wait! That’s Bride, isn’t it?”

“Good! Then kindly stop rubbing Royalty’s legs, or I’ll order my guards to Off With that Big Head of yours. Both of them!” She eyes both of his hands caressing her outer thighs. She was getting goosebumps. His chiseled chest drew her eyes briefly and she found herself biting her lower lip.

“Pants too?”

“I told you I would help you.” While still in her straddling pose, she reached down to unbuckle his belt, then lowers his zipper. More skin revealed itself, a thick patch of pubic hair disguised his stiffy still beneath his inseam. Shifting her weight Heidi stood up between his legs and set out in pulling his pants over his ass, then down his legs. Over each socked foot they went. As his dick snapped to attention she growled under her breath. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” He chuckled, “Getting hard over you?”

“Exactly.”

“Y’know looking at ole’ Hardy there I gotta say, since you’ve moved in, he’s gotten bigger than usual.”

“Rigggggggght! Nice try Tom.” She takes his pants and shirt to his bedroom, then wiggles back to place his boots by the front door. “All done! Can I turn the music back up? I like this mixed cd.”

“Gonna dance for me?”

“You got twenties to stuff in my G-string? Oh, that’s right you blew all your cash on buying me an egg vibrator.” She laughed. “And Batteries for my toy.”

“Dance for me.” He winks.

“Why? So you can get even more turned on?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, not a smart move. My hands are so blistered I couldn’t even jerk off.” He shows his palms to her, red and looking ugly.

“Holy crap Tom. How are you going to keep working like that?”

“No choice. Wearing gloves isn’t easy when interlocking siding like puzzle pieces. I’ll just band aid up and abuse my bottle of Jergens.”

“Now I want to dance for you.” She chuckles razzing him with her tongue, “I can torture you and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Evil.”

“You know it.” She pivots on her heel bending over the stereo to FastForward tracks looking for a song she liked. Her heart shaped ass was already dancing a nice tight side-to-side garnering Zach’s attention, eyes drawn to it like a magnet. She was perfection. Even her milky white skin was flawless, not a single mole anywhere. Not often did you find such exquisite skin without some type of bruising at least. Once she locates a song called Can’t Shake It by Great White she jumps and keeps her back to him, the beat coaxing her muscles to react as she leers over her shoulder with a wild look in her eye. Swaying to the rhythm she slaps both butt cheeks at the same time, then digs her fingers beneath her G-string straps, tugging and shifting them about. Zach settled back and just let his dick get harder and harder. Something then dawned on him.

“Y’know, now that I think about it you remind me of the girl on the cover of that Great White album. Remind me to show you when you’re done toying with me.”

“Toying? I haven’t even begun to toy with you Tommy Venom.” She faced him holding her tits and shuffling them about. Taking a single step, she climbs up on top of the sturdy coffee table and releases her titties in favor of running her hands through her silky blond hair in a seductive manner.

“Just why are you trying to turn me on when we both agreed to not going further than we did last night?”

“Because I can. It’s time we had a talk old man.”

“About?”

“The fact that we’re both freaks. I’m not denying that you turn me on Tom. You do. Just like I know I drive you insane. I think I sensed that the day we met. I mean come on, I let you jerk off over me only hours after I agreed to move in. I like a guy who isn’t afraid to whip it out and shower me with affections.” She giggled taunting him by pulling her G-string up inside her pussy lips.

“So, you like me.”

“Not so fast. Like yes, but not enough to go all the way. Yes, I like being sexy for you. Basically, for any guy though. Exhibitionist me enjoys getting guys hard and watching them jerk off.”

“Glad I could help. So, you liked my silver bullet and making you wear it?”

“You literally putting it in me is what made me keep it in and endure it. Yes, I loved your gift. I’ll wear it anytime you want me to. Even in public.” She drags her G-string down leveling it on her hips to reveal her sunflower tattoo extending up from her clit.

“Why did you set me up with your sister and Nasty?”

“Because I like getting you worked up, like right now. Getting pretty purple there Chief.” She uses her toe to touch the crown of his cock, nearly losing her balance in the process. Teetering she regains her dancing without too much effort. “You didn’t fuck Kayla or Nasty at first. Why?”

“I just felt Kayla wasn’t ready. Nasty? I wanted to see her pursue me, which she did, and I rewarded her in the shower.”

“I heard. Bitch nearly shattered our shower doors screaming so loud.”

“I had something to do with that.” He grinned and folded his arms behind his head, wincing at tense muscles.

“Here’s the thing Tom! I want you to think about fucking me 24/7 even though it’s never going to happen.”

“You begged me to go back in after I put Hardy in that pussy, then took him out.”

“Yet, you didn’t. I told you the vibrating egg set the tone for my giving in. Now that it’s said and done, we can agree that it was for the best that it didn’t continue.” She makes the move of stepping from the coffee table to the sofa cushions next to him. In his centered posture on the cushions, she found room to stand with one foot to each side of his hips. Dancing became difficult so she fell forward and placed her hands on his biceps, her tits dangling directly in his face. Nipples literally tickled his nose. “You want to kiss these tits, don’t you?” A lower side-to-side caress glides both nips over his lips.

“You know I do, but hey, you said it best, just roomies.”

“I never noticed just how hard your muscles were until now. Me likey!” She sits down on his abs, her butt crack riding right up along his erection. From there she lifts away from his arms and sits pretty, pinching her nipples tight and deadly. Eying his chest she relocates her palms to his pecs and softly probes his chiseled body. “Me likey A LOT!”

“For someone who doesn’t want to have sex you’re trying awful hard there, Kid.”

“Am I? I just want you to cum really hard for me, better yet on me.” She whispers with her lips near his ear.

“If you expect that you need to put your hands to use Dove. My hands are shot for tonight.”

“Shit! I forgot. Just as well.” She starts to climb off of him when his arms dart from behind his head to encircle her waist preventing any further escape. She flares her eyes at his sudden determination to keep her close. Lowering his arms, he coils his fingertips under her G-string straps. Slapping his chest, she scowled. “You think holding my bands will keep me?”

“So far so good.”

“I’m an escape artist Tommy.” She arches backwards offering a succulent visual of her horizontal body as she stretches to touch the coffee table in front of them. Slithering out of her G-string became adventurous, his eyes enjoying her pussy slipping into full view as she crawled out of her G-string. It was pretty darn amazing to witness. Once free she sat on the coffee table pulling her legs behind her head before patting her fingers over her tight clam. “See? HoudiMe.”

“Nice move! Pretty damned sexy in that pose.”

“I know, I used to do yoga with my mom. Did I hurt your dick bending over it like I did?”

“Now that you mention it ... ow.” He winced in pain.

“Do you think I have a cute pussy Tom?” Even in her contortion she reaches in and pries her pussy lips wide showing off a gloriously pink tunnel.

“Not as cute as your sisters.”

“WHATEVER!” She laughs, “Are you wishing you could put Hardy in this pussy?”

“If I want it bad enough, I’ll take it.”

“Oh really? Isn’t that rape?”

“Not when you want it, and I KNOW you want it.”

“Not really! Just your lovely cum Codger. There’s nothing better than being shot by hot streams of liquid fire. But I guess that’s out for tonight, isn’t it?”

“Unless you get those hands over here and do the dirty work.”

“Be right back.” She shows how strong her limbs are by somersaulting backwards over the table to land on her feet. That tight little butt pucker did not escape his notice. Pushing up from the coffee table she stands with perfect posture like a gymnast in the Olympics and wiggles away. He rolled his eyes at how fucking horny he was. She was one hell of a seductress. While she was away, he inhaled her G-string and growled.

“Christ! She smells like peaches, and I got the cream.”

Returning with a bottle of lotion she wags the bottle of Jergens before his eyes, “I’m feeling generous. Body massage?”

“Only if I can return the favor when my hands are less useless.”

“Accepted.” She pampers him with a bashful smile. “Stretch out on the couch.”

“How about we take it to my bed? More room.”

“I’m not sleeping in your bed Tom.” Even though she had frolicked all over it before he came home. He didn’t need to know that. Blonde hairs might give her away if she hadn’t actually slept in it with her sister and Nasty last night.

“You did last night.”

“Yes, and you slept in my bed. Not together.”

“Did I ask you to sleep next to me?”

“Not yet.” She laughed.

“I just want to stretch out comfortably.” He seemed sincere enough to give her a reason to believe him. With a timid scowl she conceded.

“Fine! Let me help you up.”

“Already done that.” He points at his dick. Without her help he manages to stand up, holding his lower back with an irritable look. “Fuck my back hurts.”

“I can walk on it. I painted my toenails before work today so I might look really adorable trampling your pores.”

“If I get on the floor to let you do that I’ll be sleeping there until morning.” He shuffles slowly around the coffee table and aims for his bedroom; she followed behind him with concern.

“Are you going to be able to work tomorrow?”

“Not much choice. It was tough holding my handlebars on the Harley even. I might call Stormy and see if she’ll give me a ride tomorrow.” Chuckling at having sex with the midget wrestler earlier when she rode his face. Fair trade!

“I wish I had a car to help. I do have a driver’s license, but I can’t afford a car. That’s on my to do list.”

“I’ll manage. Go heat that lotion.”

“Ummm! It might explode. It’s not oil.”

“Remind me to buy some after we pay rent again.”

“Are you going to blow every paycheck you bring home at an adult bookstore?” She sighs.

“Looks bad, doesn’t it?” He reaches the doorway then looks back at her with a sad expression, “Sorry if it seems like...”

“Like what? That we’re lovers?” She frowns and gently rubs his back, “Get over it Old Timer. We’re just two perverts in a pod. I get off torturing you, and so do you. Oh, I might bring that guy Weaver home here soon. You okay with that?”

“The Pink Mohawk boy at the mall?”

“Yep. That is if he wants to. I’ve only flirted with him, but I know he’s interested. He’s really cute in a goth kind of way.” She laughs, “He has pink hair, mohawk even.”

“I just described him. I met the napkin music man, remember?”

“Oh, yeah! He’s sexy hot though. I need laid it’s been a while, not counting your forced entry and hasty exit.” She laughs. Truth be told it hadn’t been that long, a mere two days before she showed up at his door.

“Good! I kind of feel bad about that.”

“No, you don’t.” She nudges him into his bedroom, “You liked making me gasp at that big cock going in me. I’ve had bigger but you’re pretty close there, Swinger.”

“Swinger?”

“Side-to-side as you walk. Like a blindman using a walking stick.”

“You must study it a lot.”

“Of course, I do. I love seeing a huge cock get excited by me. Even if it doesn’t get me.”

“We both know it’s always going to get riled up around you Dove. You’re too damned sexy to ignore.”

“Flattery will only get you a massage Tom.”

“Every inch?”

“All but eight inches.” She chuckles.

“Almost nine.”

“Get in bed slowpoke.”

“You’d like it if I hit you slow and sensual.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“We’ll see.” He winks and carefully crawls into bed, collapsing onto his belly. Climbing in next to him Heidi Baker helps reposition him so that she had plenty of room on both sides of his large frame.

“Keep dreaming Stud. Just be thankful I find you enough pussy to keep you happy. Three girls and we’ve only known each other a few days. Three for three, matchmaker me.”

“Gonna keep finding me girls? You and Khloe seem close. Do I need to find more?”

“You want more?”

“Never enough Princess.”

“Nursypoo and I have a healthy understanding. Royalty knows royalty. And Cleo?”

“Same! I call they cum.”

“Nice! See I could never be like that. I like being in control of my own destiny.”

“Uh huh! You’re more than welcome to keep lining up the pussy. I can fend for myself, but I sure won’t deny your bearing gifts.”

“I’ll do my best.” She squirts lotion on his back and sets the bottle aside. Leaning over him she begins rubbing along his spine and working her way to his shoulders and neck. “Obviously, I can’t find a new girl every day, but between Nasty, Khloe, Cleo and Kayla you should get worn out pretty fast.”

“I’m still gonna jizz on you every night.”

“Strangely, I’m good with that.” She laughs and puts her weight into her massage technique.

“You have some strength hiding in there, Dove. Keep that up.”

“Long as I can. Might need small breaks, but I won’t let my hands leave your body when I do.”

“Second skin, huh?”

“Sure. Can I suggest something?”

“I’m listening.”

“Without sex, I’ll let you touch me anytime you want to. As long as I can do the same.”

“Even when your pink punk is here?”

“Be nice he might be your future son-in-law ... DAD!” She laughs and leans further over him letting her nipples tickle his shoulder.

“Still stuck on this daddy daughter scam, aren’t you?”

“It’s kind of fun making people think that we’re related. Like when you wanted my picture to show your boss. You even told me you told them I was your daughter. Why?”