Chasing Vivi(59)

Vivi sits up straight and makes a suggestion. "If you hate the house, why don't you make him an offer to buy it?"

That idea never crossed my mind. It could be an option if he'd talk to  me about it. "That sounds good in theory. The only issue I see is he  already considers the house his. But I'll try."

Granddad wants to know if I'm prepared to go to legal battle with him.

"If that's what it takes. I'm confident I can win."

He agrees.

Then Grand says, "Maybe I need to pay a call on Ms. Plastic Surgery."

Vivi busts out laughing. "What did you just say?"

"Have I not told you about her?" I ask.         

     



 

"No, you've only told me about the Christmas dinner. Or at least that's all I recall."

Granddad launches into his version of her balloon lips and he  embellishes it of course. "The thing is, she wasn't bad looking before,  but you ought to see her now. It's downright scary. I told Sara after  the last procedure she looked like a clown. And her bosoms look like  they're aimed in the wrong direction."

"That's right, dear. The left veers left, and the right veers right. We  don't know if it's because her surgeon was bad or she insisted on such  large implants," Grand explains. But Vivi is giggling so hard she's  bouncing all over my lap. The image Grand is describing is dead-on,  though.

"Vivi, she's not exaggerating. You wouldn't believe her boobs. And she  usually wears low cut tops, so you can't help but stare. But it's all  for the wrong reasons. They're so abnormal looking."

Vivi finally takes a breath. "Oh my God. The part when you said how the right veers right totally got me."

"You need to come with me over there so you can see for yourself. You'll never be the same again. Isn't it true, Grand?"

"He's right. She could set her wineglass between them, walk around the block, and wouldn't spill a drop!" Grand says.

Vivi snorts so loud at that we all end up laughing.

After the topic of step-cunt's boobs die down, I decide we better get  back to the city. It takes about a half hour to leave, with all the  goodbyes, but we finally get on the road. Traffic is light this  Christmas night, and Vivi watches the snow falling as we drive. Other  than the Dad incident, I can say this has been my best Christmas ever.

When we get home, Vivi says she has a surprise for me. I'm to go into  the bedroom and wait on the bed. About ten minutes later she comes in  wearing a robe and hands me a little box.

"Merry Christmas."

I open the box and inside are two tickets to the Rangers game.

"This is fantastic. I love the Rangers."

"I remembered." She grins. "Oh, here."

She hands me an envelope. Inside is a card that says, "Welcome to Vivi's  Massage Parlor, where she will fulfill any fantasy you may have." I  look up and she's no longer wearing the robe. Instead, she has on a  matching bra and thong. They're deep red, but they have bits of fur trim  in sexy places. And damn, the woman is hot.

"Your wish, my command, sir."

Fuck me. My dick turned to stone the minute she got rid of the robe.

"Christ, Vivi, you're killing me."

"I don't plan on doing that. Only pleasing you. So why don't you take off your clothes."

"I have a better idea. Take them off me yourself. Start with my pants. I want you to unzip me with your teeth."

She grants me a naughty grin and unbuttons my fly, then bends down.  Capturing the tab of my zipper, she puts it between her teeth and tugs.  As soon as the thing hits bottom, my cock springs free. I want to shout,  "Glory-fucking-hallelujah," but I groan instead because my cock is  already in her mouth. She goes down on me like a fine-tuned machine,  taking me deep and hard. I do my best to hold back, but it's impossible  seeing her in that little Christmas getup.

"Fuck, Vivi, I'm coming." She looks up at me with my dick in her mouth,  those lips tight around it, and sucks me dry. She licks her way to my  mouth where she traps me in a searing kiss. Vivi's the first woman I  could spend hours kissing. Her plump lips are so delicious, it's hard to  stop once we start. I nip at them, sinking my teeth into her soft  flesh. When she moans, it makes my limp dick come back to life.

She tugs my pants off then her mouth drops back down to my balls where  she licks and sucks. Nothing is left untouched. By the time she moves to  my inner thighs, I'm hard as a rock again and writhing on the sheets.  I've always known the inner thigh is an erogenous zone, but no one has  ever done this to me. She moves to where my thighs join my pelvis and  sucks and bites me there. I almost come unhinged. Her hand grabs my  balls again and finds that spot, the ridge behind them, and presses  down. This woman clearly controls me now. Her finger presses harder and  slides around. Then her head dips back down and she licks me, tonguing  and sucking my balls, circling and pressing that ridge, never touching  my dick. I've never come this way before, but I think this is going to  be a first. Her mouth is relentless until my back arches and I growl out  an orgasm. My hand reaches for my dick, but her voice stops me.

"Mine." Her hand finishes off the job, pumping me, milking me dry. There wasn't much left in there, but now, I'm a limp soldier.         

     



 

"Don't move."

"Couldn't if I tried." She leaves, only to return with a warm cloth to wipe me clean. Then she brings me some ice water.

"Mmm, that was  …  different," I say.

"You didn't like?"

"I loved it. I've never done that before."

"Good." She smiles. "Now roll on your stomach."

"Yes, ma'am."

After I flip over, I don't hear anything. But soon, she straddles me,  and I hear the sound of a bottle opening. Then something drips on my  back.

"Hmm. A massage." Her hands work the oil into my muscles and she rubs  the kinks out of my shoulders and neck before moving down my back. She's  not bad for someone who isn't a professional. She works her fingers  into my muscles and it's so relaxing. Even my ass cheeks are getting  their share.

When I feel her dripping oil into the crack of my ass, I have a feeling  things are about to get kinky. And I'm right. Those fingers of hers are  everywhere-on my balls and feeling my ass. When she slides a finger  inside me, I lift up.

"You need to rub me off if you're going to do that."

"No, not if I want you to fuck me."

"Hmm. What happened to my wish and command?"

"You've already had two and I need at least one."

"I'll give you one." And in one smooth motion, I flip over and tell her to sit on my face. She complies.

But when she starts to suck my dick, there's just too much going on for  her to continue. She stops and says, "I can't concentrate on this if  you're doing that." She pulls away and tries to move forward so she can  sit on my cock.

"Not yet," I say. I go back to licking and tasting her pussy. She seats  herself on me and lets me have my turn. I tease her clit until she rides  my tongue to her own ecstasy. Watching and tasting her gets my dick  stirred to life again, so I have her straddle me next and ride me  reverse pony style.

"Oh, what a great view. I love watching your ass when I fuck you. And I  get to play with it too." I grab her bottle of oil and have my fun with  it. From the sounds of things, she's enjoying the hell out of it. I  can't see her face, but the way her hips are flexing makes me believe  I'm hitting all her spots. Then her inner muscles clench my dick, and  that sets me off again. She plops down, face forward, on my thighs, and  lets out a long sigh.

"That was fun."

"I hate to tell you, but I think I ruined your little Christmas thong. The fur is a bit oily now."

She laughs. "I probably should've taken it off."

"Hell no. I'll buy you fifty more. It was too great to see you in it. I like the way that fur teases the top of your crack."

"That's why I bought it. Just for you."

I pull her on top of me and kiss her sexy mouth. "You have a mouth made  for two things. Kissing and sucking my dick. Oh, and licking my balls.  Where the hell did you learn that move you did?"

"You liked? I read about it online. It was on this blog I found."

Grabbing her ass, I tell her I loved it. Then I roll on top of her. "I  love you, Vivi. I don't even know a way to tell you how much."

"You've shown me, which means more than words."

"I'm sorry you thought I was such a dickface at first."

"Me too. Look at all the time we wasted. But we're here now, so we need to forget about all that."

"I want to do something special, just the two of us, for New Year's. Maybe fly to the islands or something."

But she looks mortified at my suggestion.

"What is it? You don't like to fly?" I ask.

"No! That's not it at all. I, uh, it's just that I have a surprise for you that involves New Year's, so we can't go."

"Hmm. A surprise, huh? Okay, we can go another time."