Eyes on the Ball Ch. 02

Dusty had paid for a hotel room in town just to have somewhere proper to take Deidre after their date, and somewhere to freshen up beforehand. He wasn't necessarily ashamed of his living situation, and it was only temporary, but the bed at the back of his bus was less accommodating to 6 '4 men having acrobatic sex than he'd like. He finished trimming his beard and cleaning the counter, slipping on a nice black collared shirt and rolling up the sleeves, before donning his brown Iron Ranger boots and stepping out into the night. He took his truck to the address Deidre had texted him and parked out front. He'd picked up flowers from the grocery store in town and took more time than he'd admit debating if he should give them to her at the door or leave them in the truck for her to find. He opted for the door.

When she answered, Deidre stood in the doorway in a fluffy pink robe with a white lambskin collar, her long lovely legs bare and nearly a square foot of cleavage on display. "Oh my gosh, they're beautiful! But you're much too early!" She laughed. Dusty panicked for a moment and looked at his watch causing Deidre to burst with laughter, a beautiful melodic sound. "I'm kidding, I'm running behind. Please, come in while I find these a vase and finish getting ready." She smiled, guiding him in with a sweeping gesture that threatened to reveal more than he'd seen in their previous encounter. She led him to the living room and sat him on a large brown sofa, giving him appreciative looks up and down the entire time, before disappearing.

He sat looking around the room, observing family photos of her and her son, a few knick knacks and trinkets. He heard her come back in and turned around to find her totally naked standing in the doorway. "Dusty, I hope you won't mind, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about that thick white cock of yours since your office the other day. I don't wanna ruin our first date by being a horny mess the whole time. So do you mind if we start with dessert before dinner?" She was gorgeous. 5 '7 and with long black hair that shone in the light, a plump belly that hung over just a little and some love handles he couldn't wait to handle. Her pussy was trimmed but not shaved, sporting a short bush of black fuzz that was already dewey. Her breasts, his fixation, were plump and round and heavy. They looked like they were throbbing with each breath, the little blue vein on the top of her left tit like a stamp of authenticity, trailing down to a light brown areola capped with a nipple that matched a pencil eraser in size and color.

"Deidre I... couldn't agree more" he smiled, standing and stepping purposely over to her. He took her face in his hands and crashed his lips to hers, slowly letting the kiss turn from forceful to passionate and letting his hands trail down her body, one stopping to cup her breast and the other finding her hip and pulling her nude form to his. Deedee moaned into him and her own hands reached and began to unbutton his shirt. He released the embrace to allow her better access and she sped through his buttons quickly, placing her hands appreciatively on his hairy muscular chest before dragging them down to his belt. She struggled with it for a moment and let out a huff of frustration he found adorable, before figuring out the mechanism and then yanking apart his button and fly. She pulled down his pants and underwear in a single move, his thick meaty cock springing free with a bounce into her face as she bent over to do so.

"Fuck its bigger than I remember. Shit.. you're still wearing shoes." She muttered with a laugh. He grabbed her and kissed her again as he deftly slipped his boots through the jeans and stepped back, displaying his freedom. "Perfect, the boots stay on. Now fuck me cowboy" She muttered, stepping over to the couch and bending over it. Dusty didn't have to be told twice, walking over and sliding two fingers up and down her crease once before slipping them inside. "What are you doing? I said fuck me" She groaned in frustration.

"Sorry Darlin, but if I don't prep you and myself first, I think this'll hurt a bit" He said, drawing his fingers out and lavishing her love honey on his shaft and giving it a few strokes before lining the head up with her slit and dragging it up and down between her lips. "And I only want to make you feel good" He smirked as she whimpered and tried to thrust back onto him. He reached up and gently but firmly took a handful of her hair in his hand before slowly sliding himself into her. He went inch by inch, giving her time to accommodate him before pushing a little further, the mewling of the beautiful woman below him urging him onward.

"Oh fuck. Fuck that's big..." she muttered, something he'd heard before but would never get tired of hearing. He bottomed out after about 7" and still had a little bit of cock poking out, but experience had taught him she'd stretch to accommodate as time went on. He began a slow sawing motion with a downward angle, making sure that as he was pulling out he flexed his knees and then relaxed them on the in stroke, a deliberate measure to apply pleasant pressure to her G Spot. It worked beautifully as she let out a symphony of moans and whimpers, and after just a few thrusts he felt her begin to spasm around him and her knees went a little soft.

"Oh is that so pretty girl?" He asked, continuing his assault at the same deliberate measured pace, making sure to change nothing as she rode out her first orgasm around him. When it subsided she was less bent over the sofa and more slumped over it, but was obviously still enjoying his efforts. He found that her climax had allowed her to relax enough to take his final inch and with a firm thrust that smacked his balls against her lips he bottomed out happily and held still for a moment.

"Why'dya stahp?" She groaned desperately, grinding back against him. He smiled and released her hair, stroking it gently. His control over the beautiful MILF's mind had given him back the confidence in his prowess he'd lost in the accident, and he fully intended to thank her for it.

"You feel amazing, and I wanted to savor you for a moment before I really take my pleasure from this beautiful body of yours." He smirked, smacking her ass gently. She squeaked and her cunt clenched in response and he smiled even wider. He began to thrust again, this time more deliberately, picking up speed till he was well and truly fucking her.

"Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck" she moaned, her voice getting louder and louder in time with his intensity, till it just became a long groan that didn't seem to stop. Not that he minded. He loved a vocal woman. He pounded her cunt mercilessly, not even slowing down as he felt a surge of juices hit his thighs and her cunt begin to spasm again. They had to make dinner after all, this was just supposed to be a quickie.

When he began to feel his orgasm approaching he fought the urge to push it off. Part of him wanted this to never end, the feeling of her chubby pussy lips dragging over his shaft, her big soft cushiony ass bouncing against his pelvis, and that every beautiful metronome of "ohohohoh" with each thrust. But he knew he had her now. She was his. He could have her again and again. No need to deny himself a pleasure he could experience again anytime he wanted.

"Are you on birth control?" He grunted wanting to be safe, but Deedee was much too far gone to answer, simply grunting harder. He considered pulling out and cumming on her face and tits, but thought better of it considering they had dinner plans. "Fuck it, this pussy is mine. I can breed it if I want" he muttered to himself as he took hold of her soft velvety love handles and really gave himself over to lust. His thrusts became merciless as he quite literally humped Deedee and her couch across the floor a few inches. When he finally could hold it no longer, grabbed her like he thought she'd escape and held her firmly in place while he pumped shot after shot of hot cum into her waiting and well used cunt. As he did he could feel another orgasm from her spasming around him, milking his load further into her unprotected depths.

He barely had the presence of mind to look down and see pristine white carpet beneath the sofa before reaching out with his boot and dragging his underwear beneath their union. If Deedee noticed or cared bout his strange wriggling she didn't show it, simply letting haggard breaths and little coos out as she came down from the high of a good fuck. Dusty pulled out slowly and as he did a thick dribble of Deedee's juices and his own cum followed him, splattering down onto the waiting fabric. Having Hyperspermia was a bit of a gift and a curse, made for fantastic facials and pearl necklaces, but messy oversized creampies.

"Ugh God" Deedee groaned, feeling the liquid escaping her. She was blushing but beneath the flush she'd worked up from their vigorous fucking it was a candle in a house fire. She slumped over the couch for a moment before trying to stand. She nearly hit the ground as her knees turned to jello beneath her, and Dusty caught her just in time. He helped her over to the couch and threw a throw blanket down before laying her onto the cushions. "Fuck. It's almost like you've done that before and know what that dick does to a woman" she laughed playfully between heavy breaths.

"As I recall ma'am, You asked me to do that to you" he said with a smirk, standing so as not to stain her furniture. She smiled and giggled, reaching out and dragging her hand across the front of his thick muscular thigh.

"I did... but in my defense I didn't realize how intense it would be. I've never cum like that from just penetration. Can I say something without ruining our date?" She asked with a coy smile. He smiled back at her and nodded. "I absolutely can't go to a restaurant tonight. I'll be walking bow-legged and everyone will know. Would it ruin our evening if we ordered pizza and lounged around talking?" Dusty laughed and shook his head.

"Far from it. However, it might ruin your couch if we don't clean up first." He smiled. She looked down at her still leaking pussy slowly saturating a throw blanket with a scene of Yellowstone NP on it and grimaced.

"Shit, help me to the bathroom." She said with a laugh, flailing her arms like a kid asking for uppies. Dusty smiled and helped her to her feet, guiding her down the hall towards the room she identified as the bathroom. She shooed him away once she could get her hand on the wall. "Bad enough my hot younger lover has nearly put me out of commission with a single dicking. I cannot have you carry me to the bathroom on our first date" she laughed. "Go sit on the blanket and recover while I shower. I'll bring you a warm towel when I'm done" he bowed obediently with a flourish that made her giggle some more and headed back to the living room. He wiped himself off on the soiled blanket and sat down on it, hoping it wasn't some treasured family heirloom.

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"Glad you like Pineapple on pizza. It would be a deal breaker if you were one of the haters" Deidre laughed. Dusty smiled as he slid another slice of pizza onto his plate.

"I think a lot of the hate is just bandwagoning. People may not like pineapple on pizza but they heard it was cool to hate it instead. I dunno, sweet and salty is a classic flavor combo, it works." He watched her eating with an easy fascination, she was beautiful in a cute way, with a small nose and a big smile, flushed cheeks and big brown eyes. He couldn't believe he'd gotten so lucky as to have stumbled into this situation.

"So, you excited for practice tomorrow? The boys are all really looking forward to meeting you" she smiled sweetly, taking a sip of the white wine he'd had stashed in his truck for the hotel.

"More nervous than anything. Been a while since I was on the field, didn't think I'd ever be back out there for anything but drinking and reminiscing. But I had a lot of good coaches in my day, I'm just gonna try my best to pass on what I know." He shrugged. Deidre smiled and reached over to pat his knee reassuringly.

"You're gonna do great. Hell if anyone should be nervous it's me. I already volunteered to feed my new boy toy to the pack of hyenas that call themselves the booster club. I'll be really hurt if you don't at least collect your coaching fees so don't forget me once they get their claws on you." she laughed and he gave a sheepish smile. They sat in silence and enjoyed their food for a moment before she spoke again. "Gus, my son, he's really looking forward to meeting you. I didn't tell him we had a date tonight otherwise he'd have stayed home hoping you'd hang out." She laughed.

"I'm excited to meet him, he's got a hell of a mom to go through all this just to get a travel ball coach" he smiled. She swatted at him playfully with a smile.

"Oh, absolutely. This is all about my son. It has absolutely nothing to do with the romance novel cover model sitting naked on my couch with a python between his legs." He snorted and took another sip of his wine. "I'd ask you to stay over but, well, while I'm confident he could handle me having any other boyfriend, if he finds you here in the morning he'll be planning the wedding already." Dusty laughed and nodded.

"Alright, but before you kick me out, I'm thinking about teaching the boys a trick with a baseball, you remember the one I showed you the other day?" He asked, casually observing her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't wanna seem to focused and give the game away, but he had to test his luck a little. Deidre seemed to be deep in thought for a moment before nodding.

"Kind of..." she muttered

"You know, the focusing exercise. Where the ball goes up, and you focus your mind entirely on it. Then as it falls you let yourself totally blank. You can imagine it right? The ball rising and falling in a perfect arc. Up and down?" He phrased everything as a question so her mind would fumble with answers to them instead of thinking too much about the words themselves. Deidre for her part seemed to be already slumping a little. It was a good sign. Repeated inductions usually conditioned a person to relax automatically once the process began but after only one session he didn't think it would be this easy.

"Less and less able to focus every time the ball goes up, more and more relaxed every time the ball goes down. Keep visualizing that in your mind Deidre, Up and Down" he kept a measured and relaxing tone.

"Up and down" Deidre droned, slurring her words slightly as though her second glass of wine had her drunk.

"Up and down, relaxed and unfocused. Listening to my words as your own thoughts. Falling into a deep relaxed thoughtless state. Deep into a trance and following my words. You're setting your wine glass down because you're just so relaxed you can't hold it up anymore. There we go, hand me your pizza, good girl" he smiled, coaching her through disarming the landmines in his plan he only realized after he started trancing her. Sure enough she set the wine on the table and passed the pizza over, relaxing back into the sofa like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Good girl, nice and relaxed now. Floating in mindless bliss. Just letting your body sink into the couch without a care in the world. Listening to my voice and letting it do all the thinking for you. Deidre do you remember our garden from the other day? Can you see it in your mind? I'd like to know how it's looking?" He was a bad guy for taking advantage of her, he knew it, but if he was going to own this beautiful woman he rationalized that he had a certain duty of care.

"Garden of flowers.... all my happy feelings... flowers" she whispered, remembering the construct he'd worked with her on in his office a few days before. She smiled, obviously enjoying whatever her mental image of the garden was.

"Is the garden looking healthier now that we got rid of those weeds?" He asked, sliding off his seat and approaching her slowly.

"Looks beautiful... so many flowers" she smiled, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. A twinge of guilt inside him made him reconsider what he had originally intended, but the rhythmic rise and fall of her glorious breasts steeled his resolve.

"Has tonight grown a new flower?" He asked, smiling as she gave a small nod. "Good. I want you to water that flower a little for me. Make sure it's nice and big. It's an important flower." She nodded and continued her slow heavy breaths.

"Now Deidre I want you to see a door at the edge of the garden, it's a pretty door, a welcoming door. I'd like you to walk towards it if you can for me. Let me know when you reach it." She nodded, signalling what he'd asked and he continued "I want you to open the door, and as you do you're going to enter a nice cozy comfortable room, imagine your dream place to relax and take a nap. It's so comfortable and relaxing, when you're in this place all your stress vanishes and all the tension drains from your body. Your mind is in a blissful blank state where it can easily just accept my words and not think about them. Just putty in my hands, so relaxed you can't resist agreeing with me. Do you feel it Deidre?" He asked. He noticed that her entire body had gone slack and instead of responding her mouth just sort of fell open.

He was shocked to a degree, while he'd seen one of his professors achieve similar results in an experiment they'd conducted using the help of a cocktail of drugs, Deidre had achieved mindless bliss through his hypnosis alone... and perhaps some sexual stimulation.

"This room has three doors Deidre, one that you came through from the garden which we can enter together when we have our nice long relaxing talks. Another with a secret password which we can open from anywhere, and a final door that has a secret lock. You can see these doors on the walls now, pretty inviting doors you have no urge to go through unless I tell you to. You could stay here forever if I let you. You're happy here. You wanna come back here whenever I let you. It's such a wonderful place of happiness and trust and love. Your happy place. But I control the doors Deidre. Though your conscious mind doesn't know this, you'll understand it on an instinctive level, like intuition. You'll associate all these feelings with me. Happiness, relaxation, love, and trust. Now Deidre I'm gonna tell you the secret password to the second door. It will only work when I say it. Only me and only when we're together in person. When I do, the door will open and you'll happily eagerly step through. You'll always step through the door and sink into this place and this state Deidre because it feels too good to resist."

Deidre for her part lay on the couch with eyes closed and mouth slack, like she was asleep or heavily stoned, but her slow rhythmic breathing and occasional twitch let him know he still had her. His cock was iron hard bobbing between his legs but he was ignoring it for the moment. Delayed gratification.

"The secret password is Dusty's Cunt. When you hear me and only me say Dusty's Cunt, you'll be able to enter this room. This space of mindless bliss and relaxation. And when you're able to, you will, because it feels too good to resist. You don't wanna resist. When the door is open you'll step through. Always. You understand, you know, you believe. Because my words are your thoughts and your thoughts are my words. They're true, they're trustworthy, they're absolute. Now Deidre we're going to leave the room soon, you're going to rise from your comfy position and head towards the password door, this door opens to the outside so once you step through you'll be awake. Waiting at the door now Deidre you're ready for your final instructions. When you wake up you'll realize you've been hypnotized Deidre, but you'll remember asking me to do it. You asked me because you trust me. You'll never feel suspicious of my hypnotizing you or anyone else. Further, when you wake up you'll feel the need to give me a reward for making you feel so wonderful and relaxed. You'll want to fuck me with your beautiful tits, and while you do you'll reveal to me your deepest kinks and fetishes. You understand these instructions. You know them to be true and absolute. And when I count to 3 you'll step through the door."

He stepped back making sure he could watch her, a bead of precum already shining on the tip of his well used cock he was so excited by all this. "One... Two... Three" he said. Deidre's eyes slowly fluttered open and she chewed her mouth for a moment as though it had gone dry. Undoubtedly so since her drool had formed a trail down over her chin and onto her tits.

"Fuck... feels like falling asleep in a hammock in the sun" Deidre muttered to herself, stretching all of her limbs and smiling absentmindedly. She looked up at him and then down to his hard cock bobbing between his legs. "Oh, that won't do. I'm all relaxed and you're so tense now? I should help with that" she smiled, scooting to the edge of the couch and beckoning him forward. She grabbed Dusty's thick hard cock, stroking it gently. She leaned forward and took as much as she could into her mouth for a moment, letting her drool build up as she stroked the rest of his shaft slowly. Pulling back she smiled at his now glistening cock.

"Fuck Deidre" he groaned, she smiled and spit down onto her own tits, rubbing it in with her free hand.

"I told you, when I'm being your good little slut, call me DeeDee" she ordered, guiding his dick between her tits. "Deidre sounds businesslike and stuffy. And while I don't mind if others think that about me I'd prefer if a guy fucking my tits didn't." She laughed. He nodded his agreement and began to slide his cock up and down in the soft valley of her cleavage.

The truth about a tittyfuck is they don't feel amazing. They feel good sure, but nothing compared to fucking or a blowjob. Heck even a well given handjob will beat a tittyfuck most days. The appeal however is in the other factors. The feeling of soft tit flesh on your balls and upper thighs. The view of your cock sliding between two big beautiful breasts, a woman looking up at you in total submission as she performs a degrading act that gives her no pleasure all for yours.

Dusty would think about all of that back at his place later in the evening, but in the moment all he could think was "Oh fuck they're so soft. Fuck that feels amazing" which he groaned out much to DeeDees delight.

"Mmmm do you like chubby girls daddy? Chubby girls with big tits? My mom always told me the only men who'd want me if I got fat were white men like it was some kind of threat. Jokes on her, I fucking love white cock" she smirked, taking his head in her mouth as it slipped from the top of her tits. She gave it a long lusty suck before letting it go with an audible *pop*.

"Fuck me you're good at that" Dusty groaned, watching appreciatively as DeeDee went to town on his cock. Stroking her tits up and down his shaft with intermingled sucking and licking, grinning up at him the whole time.

"My biggest turn ons are being dominated and owned, like really owned. So feel free to be a little rough with me. I also love ass fucking... though it may take some prep with this monster. Oh, and you don't mind the whole White Dick thing do you? I've got sort of a forbidden fruit fixation on it" Dusty had to admit he thought she'd work her explanation of her kinks into banter or dirty talk and not just dump them on him, but he didn't mind any of it so far.

"So you're saying it would be really hot if I dumped a big load around your neck like a collar to mark you as my property?" He asked nervously.

"Fuck yes. You catch on quick" she smiled, stroking him even faster, the sound of her tits hitting her cute little belly echoing through the room. Dusty had to admit he was dangerously close to cumming without finishing his experiment.

"Fuck yes, I'm gonna mark you as mine. Mark you as Dusty's Cunt" He growled, grabbing her by the shoulders possessively and preemptively. Sure enough Deedee's eyes immediately lost focus and she went limp in his hands like a puppet whose strings had been cut. "You'll awaken on the count of three DeeDee but from now on whenever you feel or see me cum you'll cum as well, a powerful addictive orgasm you'll always want just a bit more of. Do you understand?" He asked. She gave no response but his cock throbbed as he fucked her now limp tits aggressively. She really was a toy he owned and could play with at will.

"1...2...3 Fuck DeeDee you nasty little slut, make me cum. Make me cum all over your tits" shaking off her trance with a little confusion, but quickly realizing where she was and what she was doing and jumping back in with renewed enthusiasm.

"Fuck yes Daddy, cum all over my fucking tits" she groaned pornographically, thrusting her chest out and squeezing her tits together to give him more sensation. Sure enough he hit his threshold after only a couple more thrusts and his cock throbbed and erupted, flexing as it pumped spurt after spurt of hot thick cum up over her neck and chin, cascading down onto her tits. DeeDee's eyes went unfocused and she let out a shivering groan, her cunt spasming and squirting onto her couch. Dusty for his part was too focused on his own orgasm to truly appreciate the beauty of a woman cumming from his cum alone. He gripped her shoulders so hard he worried he might bruise her but couldn't relax as he rode out the powerful feeling of his cock spraying her.

When their mutual orgasms subsided they both flopped down onto the couch somewhat exhausted. "Fuck... I came just from tit fucking. That's... nuts" Deidre muttered, somewhat shocked.

"I think you came from making me cum." Dusty offered, trying to avoid any suspicion that might arise in his new toy. Not that she'd be suspicious of him, more just the situation.

"I guess... shit I squirted all on the couch" she laughed, looking down at the wet spot she'd left on the cushion beneath her. Dusty blushed and winced, feeling a little guilty for having been responsible for the ruination of the couch he'd fought so hard to protect. In truth, it was doomed from the start. "Fuck it, I have a steam cleaner for the uniforms"

He helped her clean up what he could from their dinner and as he put his clothes back on she donned her robe and saw him to the door. "This was a lot of fun. I hope we can do it again soon" he said with a smile.

"Mmmmm we will be. That said, you're gonna be a hot commodity, and I know I'll just be setting myself up for heartbreak if I try to keep you to myself until I can really invest time to keep you. So, casual for now. That said, if I start to lose my spot as your number one prospect, you'll tell me so I can put up a proper fight right?" She smiled, though there was some sadness and anxiety mixed into it. She obviously liked him and wanted this to work out, and he was there with her.

"I don't think you'll have much competition" he said with a chuckle, taking her chin in his hand and leaning in for a gentle slow kiss. When they parted he gave her a charming grin "But I may lie and tell you you do just to see what it feels like when you fight" she laughed and swatted him.

"You better get out of here before you find out buster!" She shouted after him as he walked down the stairs and climbed into his truck. The clock on the dash said it was a little past 11pm. He had a half hour drive to get home and had to be up by 5 to get to the field and set up for practice. This was already turning into more than he bargained for and he hadn't even met the team yet.