Eating lunch with the girls. (+18)

(Updated)

I get done changing and meeting up with the girls, and now we are waiting for Csilla. The girl that was blowing my cock.

W.A.S., please pull up her info.

Csilla Feher (Hungarian heritage)

Charm meter: 100

Age: 21

Breast size: C cup

Hip size: high-medium wide

Number of partners: 0

Number of children with host: 0

Status: confused

Loves: face fucking and being manhandled.

Feeling for Host: Complicated, she is confused at what she thinks about him. She tells herself she shouldn't like him. That he is a womanizer and a man slut. But the thought of him fucking her and making love to her makes her happy. 

She finally rolls up; she looks at me with a complicated look. She tries to hide her thoughts but struggles with how she should feel. We all get going; Valentina says she got a table at one of the five start Italian joints around here. She wanted to thank me for stepping in for the photo shoot, as she wanted to get it how she liked it. We got into her car, the other girls entered the van, and I started driving. Valentina leaned over and undid my pants, pulling my cock out; she began to suck it while I drove. God, this woman is good at it. Roadhead is the best; getting to the food joint will take about 20 minutes. So, she starts picking up the pace taking all my cock into her mouth. Sucking with a sloppy mouth as her saliva starts foaming around her lips.

Making it one of the sloppiest blowjobs I have ever had, shit feels fantastic. We are about 5 minutes away when I bust my load deep into her mouth. Making her swallow it, she gulps it down with hunger. Like it's the best shit she has ever tasted. She leans back up and speaks.

I have to say your white cock is the best cock; no cock will ever match its greatness. It's a God-level cock; I could suck it all day while I work. I am tempted to ask you to work with me so I can suck it while I fill out paperwork. Or go to a meeting and suck it while everyone gives me a status report on how everything is running. I don't even care if they think I am some cock craving whore. If I can have this perfect cock in some way.

All you have to do is text me or call me; it's not like I would turn down sex with you, dear. I am down to fuck anytime. It's how I roll; sex with my girls is the most important thing to me.

I will remember that you had better hold on to it, dear.

She smirked, "We get to the parking lot." We left the car and waited for the van to arrive. It pulled up, and the new girls got out. We began to make our way to the food place, and a group of late teens or early 20s started walking over. They began to harass the girls. Csilla told them to stop bugging them, but they didn't take no for an answer.

Come on, white girl. You all should come and hang out. We can get you all into the best club in the city, and we can get to know each other and have fun.

Really? Calling a woman "white girl" and expecting her to come with you. Race play only works in the bed or when they are already with you as their girl. Doing it off the bat is just going to show them you're a racist asshole. 

They don't want to hang out with you if you can't tell.

What the fuck do you want cracker?

Oh, we are throwing down racial slurs. I can play that game; why do you care what I want nigger. 

What the fuck did you say? You want to get fucking killed, white boy.

What? I was playing your game; why are you being so butthurt? Make's you sound like a bitch if you can't take what you throw down. It's either shut the fuck up when someone does the same thing you do or don't do the thing that pisses you off. If not, it makes you seem like a child.

He gets pissed. What a fucking bitch; he can't handle a fucking word but wants to through words around to sound like he is some badass. He and his friends try to circle me, but I am not going to let them as I rush the racist. I swing, duck, and throw a punch to the side of his neck. I cut off the blood flow for a second, making him fall lightheaded. Another one rushes me, trying to hold me; I push him back, slamming him into the van, leaving a huge dent and knocking him out.

Two down, five more to go. One of them pulls a knife out and lunges at me; I grab him by the wrists and squeeze it until it breaks. Hearing him scream like a bitch boy, another one tackles me to the ground, trying to get on top of me. I kick him off, making him fly about 15 feet, slamming him into a car, and breaking the front window. The last three look scared as hell and don't do anything. I walk over to the racist dumb fuck.

I grab him by his dreads, pulling him up. He tries to swing, and I grab his hand, squeezing it. Everyone hears bones breaking and him screaming; I look at him, and I can see fear and anger. Why the fuck is he angry? He started all this shit; you got your ass handed to you. Own it and move on and not do the fucked-up shit that got your ass handed to you. Why can't people make their own choices? What do you think? You can do anything you want just because you have some stupid street cred or roll with people. That's not how life works, bro.

Now listen to me; this MAN here will teach you something. You treat others how you want to be treated, and don't be a bitch when they play by your rules. After all, if you can do it, others should be able to do it, too. It's the same rules for everyone or no rules at all. Now get the fuck out of my sight. Now pick up your trash; oh, I mean your homies.

The three scared-shitless guys start getting their friend and run away. Csilla walks over.

Thank you for helping us.

I wave her off. I lean in and whisper.

You girls are my woman; I won't stand by and let all of you be in danger. Even if it kills me, I will save you with my dying breath. I don't half-ass anything I do; it's all or nothing. I go after who and what I won't.

She smirks and laughs.

We will see if you can prove that I am yours.

Good, this moves us up a step. Thank you, racist ass hat; he helped me get a step closer. After all, she didn't deny the chance. That is an improvement; I contacted the person whose front window I broke. She walks out of the Italian joint; I WANT HER! We talked, and she understood; I gave her my info and number and said I would transfer the money when she found out how much it cost. As my action broke her window, I needed to own up to it as a man. The other guys look like broke dumb fucks, and she shouldn't suffer for them. She gives me her number; she smiles, longing for warmth. I ask W.A.S. to pull up her info.

Zehra Aydem (Turkish heritage)

Charm meter: 35

Age: 42

Breast size: DD cup

Hips size: low-large, wide

Number of partners: 2

Number of children with host: 0

Status: upset but understanding

Love: passion and romantic sex

Feelings for Host: She thinks highly of him for stepping in and saving someone needing help. She understands that what happened to her car can be fixed. She wants to get to know the host but is afraid there won't be more as she can't have kids. She wants to be a mother.

We say our goodbyes, and the girls and I enter the restaurant. Valentina tells them her name, and we approach the table. All the new girls are talking to me, and Csilla is pouting, and I run my fingers down her back, making her jump. She looks away, but I can see a smile on her face. We get to the table, and I make her sit next to me with Valentina on the other side; Aaru and Aaliyah know what I am up to, so they let it slide. But I can tell after the shoot, when we get back to Aaliyah's apartment, they will want a good fucking. I must reward them for their understanding and help. 

We order food, and I get the idea for Csilla to give me a handjob under the table as it's covered with a tablecloth. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock; I wait until she lowers her arm off the table and grabs her hand holding it for a couple of minutes, getting her all shy and bothered. Then I move it to my cock, making her jump a little she looks at me with shock on her face, and I wrap her hand around my cock. I move it up and down; I reach my hand and push it between her legs. She tries to keep it shut tight, but my strength is more than hers. Her legs spread open, and I slide my hand into her underwear, playing with her labia.

She covers her mouth and looks at me with anger but a bit more excitement. She starts to move her hand up and down on her own. Valentina notices what's going on and wants in on the fun, so she moves one of her hands. Interlocking hers with Csilla, I move my other hand to play with Valentina's pussy. Csilla was shocked by what Valentina did and bit her lip, trying to decide. I see this, lean in, and whisper to her.

Life doesn't have a set order. Sometimes, the best thing is to follow your heart over your mind. If not, it will eat you alive. It's better to make mistakes with your heart than to live with regret in your mind.

She thinks momentarily, then looks at me, nods, and whispers back.

You better not hurt me, or I will burn everything you love down.

Dear, I may be greedy and lustful, but hurting the people I care about never happens to me.

She nods and begins to move her hand more as I finger her deeper; she holds back her moans with all her willpower, and she squirts. I am close, and Valentina can tell, so she acts like she drops something and brings her mouth to my cock as Csilla watches her swallow all my cum. I finish off Valentina right before the food comes. We began eating and having fun; I would run my hand up and down Csilla's thigh the whole time. We get done eating, and Csilla says she has to go to the bathroom while giving me that come fuck me look that I know all too well. I wait 30 seconds and tell everyone I need to hit the restroom. My girls know what I am about to do, but the new girls only ask me to return soon. I can tell they love me, but it is better to take them one at a time right now.

I follow her. The bathrooms are single-stall bathrooms. When we get there, no one is around, so we go in and lock the door.

Shit is about to get fun.