A Lovely Day

What a lovely day, I think as I step outside my house and head for my car. Spring had been nothing but gray skies and rain this year. But finally, the morning is bright, clear, and warm with brilliant blue sky and not a cloud in sight. I'm feeling good, well-rested. I reflect on why as I pull out of the driveway.

Last night was one for the books. Went out with this new prospect, Gabriella. I'd met her at the gym a few weeks back. We'd fooled around here and there, but she told me if I wanted to really see what she could do, I'd have to take her out for dinner first. An antiquated idea, but I liked it. We went out for sashimi and then went to her place and... wow. Half black, half Latina, tall and muscular with the glutes of an Amazon. And my god, was she flexible. And had more energy than nearly anyone I had been with. She screamed for me to keep going, harder and harder, it was never enough for her. After an hour, my abs were on fire, and I couldn't hydrate myself fast enough. So she threw me onto my back and rode me like a demon. I left her place so exhausted, I barely made it to my bed before I passed out and slept deep.

So between the events of last night and the weather of this morning, I'm feeling better than I have in some time. I don't think I could feel better.

And then I see her.

I'm driving down High Street when I spy a cute little thing in a black tank top and short jean shorts walking up the sidewalk by the retaining wall. Short, pale, with a heart-shaped face that features two large brown eyes. Her dark hair is done up in two French braids that barely make it to her neck. Her chest is on the small side, which is a shame, but as I pass her, I look in my rearview and at the first sight of that plump, round ass, I start to salivate.

Without a second thought, I pull over, hop out of the car, and jog to catch up with her.

"Excuse, young lady!" I call as I approach.

She turns around and pulls out an earbud. Her eyes are captivating, shining like polished mahogany.

"Yes?"

"How old are you?"

She lets out a sigh of resignation.

"I just turned eighteen this month, but I-"

I make a beeline for her, grab her by the waist of her shorts, and turn her to face the wall.

"I appreciate the compliment, sir, but I have somewhere to be-"

I push between her shoulder blades, and she bends forward, putting her hands out to brace herself against the wall.

"I mean, if you're really quick-"

I've already unbuttoned her shorts and am pulling them and her thong down over her ass. What a lovely ass it is! Ample and firm. I crouch down to get eye level with it. I spread her cheeks open and inspect her. Her vulva and anus are both a delightful pastel shade of pink, clean and fresh scented.

I stand back up, unzip my pants, and pull out my solid cock. I guide it between her legs and start rubbing her labia with my head. She's making little exhales out of her nose, I can't tell if she's excited or annoyed. But she's getting wet for sure. I place my cockhead against her vaignal opening and begin to press in.

"Oh!" she lets out with surprise. "Sir, I'm not sure-"

"I am certain," I tell her, "you haven't had one this big. But don't worry, you can take it."

I press in deeper and deeper, slowly.

"I don't know," she mutters, "I don't know..."

I don't quite get half my shaft in when I pull back. Already she's sweating. I go back in, deeper, then deeper.

"Oh, God!" she cries.

Fuck, I haven't been in a girl this tight for a long time. Just as I start to think I should pull out and let her go, she gushes fluid, and my whole shaft slips inside her.

"OH MY GOD!" she bellows.

Atta girl.

A minute later, I'm pounding her from behind. She grasps the wall, her arms and back tense from the effort. Her ass is red from my pelvis slamming into it. I should have taken my pants off, because now they are soaked. This girl is wet! I'm sure if I had time, I could make her squirt. Her juices drip down onto the warm pavement. I see another drip hit the ground closer to the wall and realize it's drool pouring from her mouth. This girl, this fine young thing, can not only take a cock, but she fucking loves it.

I hear a voice from down the sidewalk shout, "Yeeeeah! The Hammer! Give it to that bitch!"

I look over. It's who I thought it was.

"Hi Sherman," I say without enthusiasm. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all, my man!" he replies, but walks up to us anyway, his flip flops making an annoying slapping sound with each step.

"Don't think I'm familiar with this bitch," he says. "Who is she?"

"I didn't get a name," I reply, trying to concentrate on the beautiful ass before me.

Sherman leans against the wall so he can see her face. But she doesn't look at him.

"Having fun, Sweetheart? You're a lucky bitch! That's the Hammer you're taking right now."

"Yeah," she says between gasps, "I can tell."

"Alright, well, I know you're gonna be stretched as all hell when he's done, but I'm calling next anyway."

"She's got somewhere to be as soon as I'm done," I tell him.

"Damn... Well, you ain't done with her yet!"

Sherman drops down his dirty gym shorts and pulls out his little pecker. The thing ain't much bigger than a roll of quarters. He grabs her face.

"Sherman, c'mon-" I begin, but he shoves his baby dick into her mouth without hearing me.

"Oooo, sweet little mouth she's got!"

"Sherman."

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up."

I usually don't care for sharing, especially with a rat like Sherman. But I've got no claim on this girl, so what am I to do? I must admit, the sounds of her gagging get me even hotter. I keep my eyes down on her plump ass, and it keeps me focused. I stare at her little pink asshole. I wish to god I could fuck it right now, but it would probably kill the poor girl. But still, the thought of it makes me...

I pull out and pump globs of cum all over her bare ass. One rolls perfectly down the center of her ass cheek and her thigh.

I put myself away and zip up.

Sherman is still fucking her face with awkward little thrusts and whispering, "yeah, bitch... you like that, bitch? Ah... bitch, you take that dick so good..."

"Sherman, she's gotta get going."

"I- I'm almost..."

I grab him by his stained t-shirt and slam him against the wall, his cock flying out of her mouth.

"The young lady," I tell him, slow and firm, "doesn't want to suck your little dinky cock, you got that?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got that. Easy man, be chill."

I let him go. He shakes himself and walks away.

"Thanks," the girl says, pulling up her pants.

"Thank you. I hope you're not too late on my account."

"Oh, worth it! You are- you're..."

"I know. What is your name, by the way?"

"Millie."

"Nice to meet you, Millie. I'll see you around."

"Yeah... See you around."

I walk back to my car. I have a spare pair of slacks in the trunk. I change into them, marvel at how thoroughly soaked the original pair is, then get in and head for work.

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"Look at this!" exclaims Jonelle from behind the reception desk as I stride through the door. "Mr. Smooth, late again!"

"You're just mad because you're big old titties haven't gotten their kisses yet," I tell her.

She starts unbuttoning her pink blouse, revealing the thick shadow line of cleavage between her massive black boobies.

"You know I can't get my day started until my cocoa babies have got some loving from your handsome face."

I shove my face between her double Gs with an open mouth. She laughs, grabs herself, and wiggles her titties around, pummeling me from each side while I kiss and lick and raspberry her sternum. After half a minute, I pull myself up, desperate for air.

"There now," I say, "you should be all better. Don't complain so much." I head for the glass door that leads to my department. "You know I'm rarely late."

As I open the door, I hear her voice behind me.

"I dunno, you've been slipping a lot lately."

I stop and turn to look at her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I used to set my clock by you walking in that door. But in the last three months," she scans through some document on her computer, "you've been late twelve times. That's more than Mr. Danbury."

Shit, really? Fucking Danbury?

"Been having too many late nights out," Jonelle says with pursed lips.

"Hey," I admonish her, "I appreciate you pointing this out, but don't you go presuming you know about my life outside this office."

She lowers her eyes.

"I apologize, sir."

I head through the door and toward my office. Fucking Danbury has fewer late days than me? I must be slipping. Fuck it, I'm still getting my shit done. The Boss knows that. And that's what matters, right?

Maribelle gets up from her desk when she sees me approach. I'm still getting used to her short hair. She used to have long, golden tresses. Now it's finely cropped to her head. Hell, it's shorter than mine. But she does have the cheekbones and jawline for it, angular enough to stand out, but so delicate she doesn't lose her femininity in the slightest. As always, she's dressed in only grays and blacks; the lines of her jacket and pencil skirt are severe.

"You're late," she tells me, her eyebrow cocked.

"Yes, I'm aware," I snapped back, walking past her and through the door into my office. She follows, her tablet in hand.

"You need to get back to Benson," she begins. "He called again yesterday while you were out and again this morning."

"Fine."

"The numbers just came in from Acquisitions. They'll need your input by end of day."

I sit behind my desk.

"Yeah, fine."

"My, my, we are in a grumpy mood this morning."

Maribelle drops to her knees and reaches for my belt.

"That won't be necessary this morning."

She looks at me skeptically and undoes my belt anyway.

"The Boss has sent word," she continues while unbuttoning my pants. "He wants to see you at ten."

"What for?"

"Can't say."

She pulls my cock out. Even flacid, it's longer than her hand. Her eyebrows lower in upset confusion. She starts stroking it expertly, and I feel it begin to swell.

"Anything else?" I ask her.

She's fully focused on my cock. As it stiffens and grows, she puts the head in her mouth, then jerks back.

"This has been inside someone already today."

"So what if it has?"

"Who was she?"

"What does that matter?"

"Was it that bitch from the gym I heard you talking to Tompkins about?"

"No, as a matter of fact, it wasn't. I fucked her last night. If you're going to suck me off, suck me off. It's not like you haven't tasted pussy on my cock before."

She cocks her eyebrow, then gets to work, stroking and sucking with characteristic efficiency while I check my emails.

After a few minutes, Tompkins enters without knocking. He never knocks.

"Hey, hey," he says, "what's the matter, Maribelle? You usually have swallowed his load by now."

She doesn't answer, but keeps sucking away.

"I was late," I inform him.

"I see... so how was that gym chick last night? Was she everything you hoped for?"

"Oh, she was. That ass of hers was just as lovely as we both surmised."

"And them big ol' titties?"

"Good, not great. They were large, though they must have been much larger at some point. All her time at the gym has reduced them and sadly flattened them out more than I care for. But still, she was flexible!"

"Well, you claim her, or can I have a go?"

"Came on her belly, she's free. Have at it."

"Noice! Will do. Saw you were on the Boss's schedule this morning. What's that about?"

"Not sure. Could be anything. He does value my insights, you know."

"Ah, yes, your wisdom is beyond compare!" He makes a jerk-off gesture. "I don't know. Something's up. Danbury is in there with him now."

Danbury!

"Well, I can't tell you what's up if I don't know what's up."

"Alright," Maribelle interrupts, "stand up."

I can tell she's getting frustrated. She takes great pride in how easily she can make me cum. She starts yanking me at full speed while her other hand fondles my balls, and she flicks the tip of her tongue on my frenulum. It's her killer combo, the finishing move that always works.

She can tell I'm about to cum, and so opens her mouth and flattens out her big, wide tongue, which catches my semen like a plate.

"Atta boy," says Tompkins with a grin.

Maribelle keeps pumping until every last drop of my load is on her tongue. Then she closes her mouth, savors my load for a moment, and swallows it down.

"Will that be all, sir?" she asks as she does up my pants.

"That will be all for now, Maribelle. Thank you."

She stands up, straightens her skirt, and exits.

"I've said it before," Tompkins says, "you lucked out on the secretary lottery. Hopefully the Boss wants to see you to fire you, and she can transfer over to my office."

"You're not happy with Aparna?"

"She's got the thickness I like, but her oral is pretty perfunctory. And that bush! That big, thick, black bush! HR had to send me three messages telling me I can't insist she shave, which I think is bullshit. I'm the one fucking that pussy, I should have a say in its presentation. So hey..."

His tone shift is fast.

"... I gotta talk to you about the Farndale project."

"What about it?"

"Well, Sabrina from Dexlor will be coming in this afternoon to talk it through with you."

Sabrina... Ah, Sabrina...

"And?"

"And the last two meetings, you two achieved literally nothing."

"I wouldn't say that."

"I know, I saw the security footage."

"Did you really?!"

"Of course! It made the rounds through the whole floor. All the boys wanted to see that bod of hers in action! I jacked it for a week off that tape. So, I get why you don't want to talk numbers when you can be doing a 180 pile driver on her, but we need a proposal ready to go by the end of the week, and you're nowhere close. Dexlor is an important partner for us; we need this to happen."

"We can manage to get the numbers figured out quick enough, and then-"

"No 'and then!' If you wanna smash, ask her out. Hell, I don't know why you don't claim her."

"I'll get the numbers done, don't you worry. I'm already running on empty today, so I should be able to hold off for a while."

"Gabriella, stay the night?"

"No, I saw this girl on the street. I haven't gone in on a girl out of nowhere like that in a long time, but she just looked so sweet..."

"You took her on the street?"

"Yeah, against the High Street mural."

"Fuck! That's uncharacteristically un-classy for you."

"I know, but there was just something about her, her innocence. She just turned eighteen and-"

"Say no more! My neighbor's girl just turned last month. We've been going at it like dogs since. I'll send you some pics. Anyway, I've got to do some work today, I guess. I'll see you. And remember: you and Sabrina have to finish your work before you start any play."

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At ten o'clock on the dot, I arrive at the Boss's office. His secretary shows me in.

His office is an unnecessarily long room with glossy walnut walls and a vaulted ceiling featuring carved muscular figures holding each rafter aloft. The floor is marble tile with gold inlay, across which runs a burgundy oriental carpet. All along the walls are paintings and statues. None of them complements each other. The Boss has no true taste; he bought all of these because they were expensive, for no other reason.

He sits behind his ludicrously large desk. His is the only chair in the office. As always, he has two leashes attached to his chair, at the end of which are two dog-collared young ladies. He always likes his girls to come in matching pairs. Last month, they were both Asian, their hair cut in matching straight-angled bobs. The month before that, they were both black with afros. Now he's returned to a perennial favorite: bleach blondes. But no matter the variations, two things are always the same: they are always see-every-rib skinny and never wear anything other than their collars. As I approach, I see one is kneeling beside his chair, her head resting on his lap, her hand stroking his shaft through his trousers. The other lies curled up on a nearby cushion, asleep.

"Ah!" the Boss's gruff voice booms as I approach, "there's my boy! Right on time, as usual! What do you think of my new bitches, eh?"

I want to tell him that he should feed them both a sandwich.

"Somehow even more lovely than the last pair," I say.

He waggles an appreciative finger at me. He notices the sleeping one and yanks her leash. She wakes and sits up sheepishly.

"You always know just what to say," he gurgles. "First of all, let me congratulate you on the Fulham project last month. Beautifully handled."

"Thank you, sir."

"And, of course, congratulations on that security video with the woman from Dexlor. Quite a fine mare she was."

"Thank you, sir."

"This man," he tells his pets, "is the one they call 'The Hammer.'"

Their eyes light up in recognition.

"That's right!" he says with a chuckle. "Even bitches dumb as you have heard of the Hammer. Finest cock in town. Why don't you show them, my boy?"

"I don't think that's necessary, sir."

His smile turns to a grimace.

"Show. Them."

I undo my pants and pull out my cock.

"Look at that, bitches!" the Boss chortles. "Almost to his knee, and it's not even hard! Make it hard for them, my boy!"

"Sir, I-"

"Make. It. Hard."

I take my cock in hand and start pumping, but try as I might, nothing happens. My cock is tired out from the morning's activities, and the situation is not exactly inspiring. Usually, the sight of two naked women would make this easy, but not when they have no tits, no ass, no curves whatsoever, and are on either side of a fat old man with a combover and a lopsided mole on his cheek.

"What's the matter with you, boy?"

"My apologies, sir. It's been put through quite the workout already today."

"I see. Girls, help the man."

No, I don't want that! They crawl around the desk and kneel before me. One takes hold of my cock and starts licking it up and down. This doesn't achieve anything. I close my eyes. Perhaps if I imagine I'm somewhere else, with someone else...

I'm on the street again with Millie. She looks up at me with those massive doe eyes. Her lips suck my tip like a lollipop. Even though her mouth is around me, I can tell by her eyes that she's smiling.

"There we go!" I hear the Boss growl.

I'm as hard as ever.

"Haha! Look, my bitches! Behold the Hammer!"

I've never really liked being called the Hammer. It's not a name I gave myself. My frat brothers called me that, and it's stuck. Really, my cock is more like a club; it's at its widest just before the head.

"Alright, bitches, that's enough," the Boss orders, pulling back their leashes. "You can make him stiff, but you can't make him cum. Put your gift away, my boy."

I do so, gladly.

"Now, I didn't summon you here to show off your enormous cock. I have a very serious matter to talk with you about."

"What is it, sir?"

"My doctors tell me that I'm getting old. And when that gaggle of overpaid sycophants dare to tell me bad news, it must truly be bad. Worse still, my board has begun to share the doctor's opinion."

"You've proven them all wrong before, sir."

"Yes, well... I have to say that I am also coming to agree with their opinion. But the board, I fear, may try to use this to wrestle control from me."

"We'll never allow it, sir."

"Thank you, my boy, but it is I who will never allow it."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, I've had my lawyers look into the matter thoroughly. I cannot name my replacement; only the board can do that. When the time comes, they'll install some wet noodle like Keningston."

"We'd all quit en masse, sir."

"No, you wouldn't. I'd be dead or close to it and you'd all want to keep making money. But, while I can't name my successor, I can name... a partner."

Holy shit. Is this going where...?

"I've narrowed down my list to two candidates. You, my boy, are one of them."

HOLY SHIT!

"I'm honored, sir."

"Of course you are. There are two problems in the way, however. One, it seems you're performance record has taken a dive of late. Your numbers have never been worse."

"They're still better than practically everyone else's."

"Practically, but not entirely. Danbury's numbers for the quarter are better than yours."

Danbury!

"In fact, my boy, Danbury is on quite the upswing these days. That's why... he's my second candidate."

Fucking Danbury!

"Danbury has his moments, sir, but he's a wildcard. He'll have a downswing just as fast."

"Perhaps, but he has something else going for him. The man running this company has an image to maintain. He should be a family man. Danbury has claimed a wife. I believe you have not."

"I just haven't found the right girl, sir."

"Fuck that!" he snarles back a me. "You've had more pussy than any man in this company other than myself. One of those bitches must have been good enough. Hell, most of them would be! Not that it matters. You cum in one, claim her, sire a child on her. It doesn't change anything for you. You can still keep hammering away all you want with whoever you want. My wife meant nothing to me when I claimed her. I was told the bank liked to loan money to family men, so I claimed her at my family reunion that weekend."

"I... I will see what I can do, sir."

"You should claim that slut in the security video. She's fit, just your type. And with her claimed, you can order her to quit her job, and hopefully Dexlor will replace her with a man! It's always better to do business with a man."

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In the afternoon, I sit in conference room B, waiting for Sabrina to arrive.

This meeting puts me between a rock and a hard place. I need to work out this proposal with Sabrina. Tompkins is right, Dexlor is an important partner company. If the Boss found out I fumbled our joint venture proposal...

But at the same time, he wants me to claim her. And he's right, she's a good prospect. The best I've had in a long time, maybe one of the best I've ever known.

I just... don't want her.

When I'm inside her, I don't feel it... I don't feel the urge to come inside her. I will spray my essence on her ass, her back, her belly, her face... or any other woman's face, any other ass, belly, back... each girl is covered in me. I let them bask in it.

But to plant my seed within a womb...

There was a girl once. I had already been inside a few girls before her, but not many. They had all been awkward and terrible. Even the ones I thought went well at the time... in retrospect? Yikes. But when she first told me she wanted me inside her... I was tall- damn it, I was handsome. I knew it. And word was already spreading of the club I carried between my legs. I could have taken and claimed any girl I wanted. Except her. That was the difference. I shouldn't have been inside her. I couldn't be inside her. When I was inside her, I felt... like I belonged inside her. She could accept my size... not just with ease... others have managed that... no, with a grace. She accepted the whole of me with grace.

She wanted me to claim her, she asked, she tempted, she begged. Not doing so was the greatest struggle of my life. Every time I was inside her, every muscle in my body begged me to empty my balls deep within her. She would have been mine. Then we would have stood before the world and let them know I had claimed her for my own...

I could never have done that to her.

I thought back then, if I had claimed her... that would have been it. She would have been not only mine, but my only. I would never have touched another. And I guess I've always held that standard for any prospect who came afterwards. Is she good enough to be my only? Good enough that she would satisfy my needs all on her own. I have been with so many... and within that multitude were many who were... amazing, passionate, skilled, one-of-a-kind gorgeous. But none...

No, not none. There was one. I should stop deluding myself into thinking I will ever find that again. I should just claim Sabrina, or someone else, in the near future. Ha! I could claim that Millie girl. God, to only have a novice... no, that would be too much work. I'd have to teach her so much...

My thoughts return to the room I'm in. The door opens. I expect it will be Sabrina, but it's Maribelle who steps in, a cup of coffee in hand.

"Figured you needed this," she says, setting it before me. "You certainly seem a little out of it today."

"Yes, well... Maribelle, can I ask you a personal question?"

Maribelle's expression rarely changes; her resting face is skeptical. But I've known her long enough to read the micro-changes. She's surprised. We've never once talked about her life outside of the office.

"Of course, sir," she says after a half second's recovery, "you are always free to ask me anything."

"Why has no man ever claimed you?"

This time, she can't hide her surprise at all.

"Ah, well, sir... I-"

"Don't worry, I'm not about to take you and claim you for myself."

"Ah! No, I didn't expect- it's only... I have been claimed, sir."

"What?! Since when?"

"Ten years ago, just after I turned 18."

"By who?"

"Actually, sir, I'd rather not say. I like to keep work separate from the rest of my life."

"But, but, all the times you've... that we..."

"My job is to help you in any way possible, and I take my job seriously."

"But if I'd known you were claimed, I would never-"

"Exactly. That's why I never told you. You never would have hired me. Even now, I'm expecting you'll want my letter of resignation."

"No, no! It's just... to take a woman who has already been claimed..."

"My man understands."

"... he knows?"

"He doesn't know the specifics. He doesn't know the day-to-day. But he understands... what my job is."

"I can't believe that a man would let his woman-"

She smiles. It is a rare sight.

"I know you can't, sir. You're a good man like that. But it happens all the time. It is generally accepted that after a man claims a woman, he is still permitted to take others. But I assure you, there are many people out there who believe a woman also has that right."

"I mean, obviously I've heard stories to that effect... I just- I-"

There is a knock on the door, and Sabrina steps in, sporting a wide, beaming smile. In the blink of an eye, Maribelle has nodded to me and slipped out of the room.

"Sabrina!" I exclaim, standing and taking her hand. "Lovely to see you again."

"Oh, I'm sure it is," she purrs back.

She's posing, asking me to look her over. I'm happy to oblige.

She is something special. Both of her grandfathers were Eastern European, but one grandmother was Sudanese, the other Japanese. The resulting diversity of genetic sources is magic. There are qualities of her face that are impossible to describe. To note the red tinge of her dark hair, or the unique warmth of her skin color, her wide, round cheekbones, or her full lips does not convey the perfection of these features. They are singular but in perfect harmony with each other. She is tall, athletic, full bodied. I've taken many stunning women, but at this moment, I can't think of any that came close to her.

Once my eyes have made it all the way down to her toned calves and dainty ankles, I look back up to her eyes.

"Unfortunately-" I begin.

"--You've been given the same warning my boss gave me," she finishes.

I shrug.

"This is a big opportunity for both Dexlor and us."

Her lips tighten, holding back a bitter reply.

"Well then," she says instead, "let's sit down and get to work."

The next hour and a half is torture. We're both professionals, and we're good at what we do. It doesn't take too long to make up for all the work we didn't do in our last two sessions. But every time her copper eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. At one point, she leans across the table to point out something on my paperwork. Her blouse falls away from her chest, and I can see the glowing bronze skin of her breasts, surrounded by the dark purple lace of her bra. I have to use every ounce of self-control not to jump across the table and take her with alacrity.

When all the numbers are looked over and all the agreements made, she starts to pack up her things.

"So," I say, my eyes fixed on the curve of her neck as she looks down at her bag, "I don't have anything else important to get done today-"

"I do."

"Ah, so no way I could convince you to-"

"Not at the moment, no."

Her brusque manner gnaws at me.

"I could just take you right now, you know."

She looks up, defiantly.

"Yes, you could. And I can just lie on the table like a dead fish until you're done."

"And you'd do that, after all the athleticism of our last time-"

"I don't have time for a marathon session with you. I did two hours ago."

"Oh, come on! Don't give me grief for that! It wasn't my choice."

"It wasn't?"

"We had to get this done. I can't forgo all my responsibilities just to fuck."

"I thought what we were doing was a little more than just fucking."

"I mean, it was great, amazing even. Some of the best I've had in my life-"

"Some!" she exclaims, rolling her eyes and heading for the door.

"Sabrina!"

She stops.

"No," she vents, "I get it. It was something really special for me. But you're the goddamn 'Hammer!' So I suppose I'm just another easy target to take!"

"It's not like that! Look at you! You're gorgeous! I'm sure you have plenty of casual flings-"

"Not as many as you'd think. But this one... this felt different."

"How was I supposed to know how you were feeling? We've never had sex out of the office!"

"You've never asked me to meet you outside of the office. I'd hoped this time you might ask-"

"Would you like to see me outside the office? I could buy you dinner."

She hesitates.

"If you weren't feeling what I was feeling, I'm not sure-"

"But Sabrina," I tell her softly, stepping close, "I... I did feel something else. I've been thinking that... that maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"I was thinking I might... claim you."

Her mouth drops open a little. She takes a moment to process things.

"I can't see you tonight," she almost whispers, "but I could on Wednesday. Dinner."

"Sounds lovely."

"But no claiming me! Not yet."

"Of course, only when you're ready."

"If I'm ever ready."

"Of course."

"Ok. Well, until Wednesday."

She walks out the door and down the hallway. I step out and bolt in the opposite direction, toward my office.

"Maribelle!" I bark, walking right past her desk and through my door. She jumps up and follows, closing the door behind her.

"Yes, sir?"

"Pull your skirt down and bend over my desk," I tell her, whipping out my cock, straight and solid.

She smiles.

"Yes, sir."

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That evening, after finishing my shower, I sit on my couch in my bathrobe, pour a scotch, and turn on the TV.

It's been a long day. Emptying my balls three times in a day on top of everything I'd done the night before has left me feeling drained. I have a lot to think over, but not tonight. Tonight I just need a drink and a show to distract my brain.

My doorbell rings.

I get up with a groan and shamble to the front door. When I open it, it takes me half a moment to process who I'm looking at.

It's her, the girl from this morning. Her saucer-sized brown eyes gaze up at me. Standing behind her are two other young ladies. One is white with straight blond hair and green eyes, skinny as a needle. The other is black with short black curls and a broad chest. All three are wearing closed trench coats. I know what that means, but tonight of all nights...

"Hello!" she says.

"Hi! Um... Millie, right?"

"Yes," she says with a smile, and I can see the other two trying not to giggle.

"What are you doing here? How did you find out where-"

"I'm sorry if we're bothering you! It's just, I told Lyza and Destiny about what happened this morning, and they refused to believe me."

"We believed you got fucked by someone on the street," said Destiny, "we just didn't believe it was the Hammer."

"How did you find out where I live?"

"My cousin," says Lyza, shyly. "He told me a while back that you had a thing going with his mom. She'd come over here sometimes. Jenny Goodworth?"

I remember Jenny. That was a good two months. Took it in the ass like a pro.

"Well, yes," I tell them, "I did take your friend Millie this morning. She did very well. I'm sure I'll see you around."

"We didn't come just to confirm that part of her story," says Destiny. "We want to see it. We want to know if her description of the Hammer is true."

"I know why you're here," I tell them. "I've been trench-coated before. But tonight isn't a very good night. I'm pretty tired-"

"Ha!" laughs Destiny. "He may have a massive tool between his legs, but he's too old to use it on three girls at once."

I know what she's doing. She's trying to get me worked up. It's working, but not enough. I look her straight in the eye, and her confidence sinks.

"I don't take girls," I tell her, "I take women."

"That's what we are!" says Millie, stepping up to me. God, she has such a sweet face. "Please, please, let us prove ourselves to you. I- I've been thinking about this morning all day. I can't get it out of my mind."

She puts a hand on my chest.

"I need you," she says reverently. "I need you inside me again."

I step back and hold the door open.

The girls look at one another and squeal in delight, then step inside.

"Oh wow," says Lyza, looking around, "This place is niiiiice!"

Without a word, I head back to my living room and sit on my couch. The three follow and stand before me.

"Well," I say after an awkward moment, "show me what you got!"

They look nervously at one another again, and then Millie starts to undo the belt of her trench coat. The others follow. Their coats drop to the ground, revealing their young, naked bodies. Lyza is rail thin and flat-chested, but her skin is a lovely pink. Destiny is also rather thin, yet has two massive tits. But it is Millie who captures my eye. Her hips a broad and curvy. I didn't see her chest this morning. Her breasts are B cups, beautifully shaped, her nipples almost pointed upward. But it is still her face that I cannot look away from. Her pale, innocent face.

All three stand there, exposed, unsure of what to do next. I untie my belt and pull my robe open. They all stare between my legs in a stunned silence.

"Well," I tell them, "get down there."

They kneel before me, scooting in closer and closer. Mille, in the center, reaches out to grab it. The others follow.

"Ho-ly shit!" giggles Destiny. "It's big enough for all three of us to wrap a hand around it and still see the head!"

"I told you!" says Mille.

She pops my cockhead into her mouth. After the day's events, I'm a little tender down there, but her lips are soothing.

She gets down a few inches, but then has to pull back.

"Fuck!" she gasps. "I can't take more than that! Lyza, you give it a try!"

Lyza's green eyes are glued to my member as she switches places with Millie.

"Have you," I ask, "ever done this before?"

"Yeah," she mumbles, "a couple times."

"Yeah, with Joey Phelps," says Destiny. "My dog has a bigger dick than his!"

Lyza can't get much more than my head into her mouth.

"It's so wide!" she says.

"It's ok," I say to her. "Why don't you all just use your tongues on it for a while?"

All three start moving their tongues up and down my shaft. Mille kisses my head while Destiny strokes the base with a firm hand.

I sit back and take a long, relaxing breath. This is a wonderful way to close out the day. I watch for a long time as these three young ladies explore my cock.

"Alright," says Destiny eventually. "I think I can take more of this than either of you two."

She takes center position and brings her mouth down. She goes for a deep throat. She manages about half when she gags badly and pulls back coughing.

I laugh.

"Not bad!" I tell her. "There have been many who couldn't even do that much. With a little training, you may be a first-class deep throater. Now," I stand up, "let's see if your pussy can take it any deeper."

Destiny looks up at me with a grin, wiping the drool from her chin. She turns around and bends over before me.

"If Millie can," she gloats, "I can."

She's right. Within a minute I'm pounding it into her, nice and deep, but not as deep as I could go. She takes it well for a time, shouting curses to manage the intensity. But eventually her legs begin to shake, then quake, then give out on her. She collapses to the floor.

"Fuck..." she keeps muttering to herself. "Fuck... Fuck..."

"It'll be alright," I tell her. I turn to the other two and say, "Get her a glass of water."

Lyza starts to go, but I say, "Not you. You're next."

She's staring at my cock like it's a loaded shotgun.

"Oh, I'm not sure..."

"He'll be gentle, Lyza," says Millie. "Won't you?"

"Of course."

"I'll go get the water," Millie says, heading to the kitchen.

I sit down on the couch.

"Come here," I say to Lyza, my voice low and warm.

She approaches, and I guide her until she is straddling me. With her butt on my thighs, my cock nearly reaches her sternum.

"Get up, kneel over it. Now, take it inside as slow as you want and as deep as you want."

She nods nervously. Millie comes back in with the water. She helps Destiny sit up and drink.

"You got this, Lyza," Millie encourages.

"Go for it, girl," Destiny joins.

Lyza places her pussylips atop my cockhead. She begins to lower herself. Every muscle in her body tenses.

"Don't hold you're breath," I tell her. "Breathe. Relax."

She's pressing down more. She is incredibly tight! I almost come to the conclusion I won't fit in her at all, and then my whole head pops inside her.

"Oh... Oh... Oh..." she whimpers. Tears stream down her face.

"Hey, hey, it's ok," I tell her. I grab under her ass and lift her up and off, seating her beside me. My thumb wipes a tear from her cheek. "Maybe we'll try again another time."

She nods gratefully.

"Go sit with Destiny, have some water."

She does.

I look over to Millie. She's smiling, knowing her turn has come. My finger beckons here to 'come here.' She moves to me, spreads herself over me, and within a moment plunges my cock inside her. She's as tight as Lyza, but so much more receptive. She inches further and further down on my shaft, the effort turning her face red. She's almost all the way there, sweat beading up on her forehead.

"You got this girl," Destiny encourages.

In a pop, all resistance releases, and she drops all the way down to the base of my shaft. My head presses hard against her cervix, and she lets out a deep, pleasurable, "GAAAaaaaahhhhhH!'

She starts to move, her hips undulating in a rhythm that's both tentative and eager. Her determination is exhilarating. I look into her big mahogany eyes and smile.

"You got this."

She smiles back.

I grip her hips, guiding her movements, helping her find her pace.

Lyza and Destiny watch from the floor, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and envy, their water forgotten.

Millie leans forward, grabbing the sofa back behind my head. Her lips are close to mine. I kiss her gently, then begin to suck and lick the sweat from her neck. She purrs and moans.

I start to pick up the pace, but her breath tightens and she grips the couch with white knuckles.

"You can do this," I tell her.

"I- I- I don't know..."

Lyza gets up and sits beside us on the couch. She puts a hand on the small of Millie's back.

"You got this, Millie," she tells her.

Destiny comes and sits on the other side.

"Come on, girl. You got this. Ride that Hammer."

Millie nods rapidly, takes a huge breath, and begins rocking back and forth with newfound determination.

I can feel the orgasm building inside her. Her skin turns red all over, sweat running down every inch of her. Her abs bulge, swollen with the effort.

Never in my life have I wanted a woman to come like I want Millie to. I grab her head with both hands, bring her forehead down against mine.

"Come for me," I whisper. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for me."

Her pussy is so tight around my cock that the sensation is overwhelming. I've been inside so many women that the feeling had almost lost its magic. But now I feel as though I'm inside someone for the first time. The pleasure is nearly unbearable. And I feel an overpowering urge, one I have not felt in a long time...

Millie grabs my head too with tremendous strength for one so small. She cranes her head up to the ceiling as she lets out an ear-splitting scream. Her vagina gushes around my cock as her orgasm explodes from inside her.

And I explode too.

My balls snap tight, cum shoots up my shaft, and erupts inside her, filling her with my seed.

For a moment, all is a white light.

And then, I'm back.

Millie is there, in front of me, tears running down her face, her eyes wide with joy.

We stay there for a long time, our breath gradually slowing.

Then a look of realization splashes across her face.

She slowly pulls herself up my shaft, and white liquid comes dripping out of her.

"Holy shit," says Destiny. "That's cum. He came inside you."

"He-" stutters Lyza, bringing a hand to her mouth, "he- claimed you."

Millie's eyes fill with tears yet again, and she throws herself against me, her head resting on my chest.

"Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you... What a lovely day."