Scott and Molly arrived at the restaurant and it was everything he promised. The best food she had ever had. And the wine. Now she knew why the French got all snobbish about it. Wine is a box just doesn’t compare. She was a little disappointed that they used electric candles instead of real ones, but the people that made the fire code decided human life was more important than ambiance. Though, Molly felt that if she died tonight, she would die happy.
After dinner, the park was only a couple blocks away so they walked since the temperature was perfect, the moon was shining bright, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Molly wondered if Scott had used his money to buy all that as well. She laughed to herself and the idea of using a credit card buy the moon.
“What’s so funny?” Scott asked.
“Nothing. Except I keep thinking this isn’t real. Like it’s just a dream. But I don’t ever want to wake up.”
“Do you want me to pinch you?”
“Don’t you dare, you son of a bitch. If you wake me up, I’ll never forgive you.”
When they arrived at the carriage corral, Molly saw something that would make an already perfect night even more perfect.
“Scott,” she asked, “I know you’ve spent a lot of money already and I hate to ask, but could we get the Cinderella carriage? I know the price board lists it as the most expensive, so I totally understand if you say no.”
Scott looked at the board, looked at the carriage, and looked at Molly. “Do you feel like Cinderella?”
“Yes, but she had a separate a fairy godmother and prince. I’m lucky that for me they are the same person.”
Scott looked at her with admiration. When she stood in his office a few days ago, she was tired and haggard. She was pretty, that was obvious to anyone that cared enough to pay attention, buy life had been rough for her. And men hadn’t treated her right. Every man says he wants a princess, but damn few know that every woman can be a princess if she’s treated like one.
They walked up to the counter and requested the Cinderella carriage. He helped her climb in then followed and sat down beside her. He put his arm around her and she snuggled up against his chest. Please don’t let this be a dream she thought again.
They rode in blissful silence for a little bit then she asked him, “Can I share a secret with you?”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I’m just worried that it will ruin the evening. It’s not a happy secret.”
Scott’s face turned serious and then said, “The evening will only be ruined if you sit there and stew about it. Clearly, you have something you want to tell me. Even if it’s not happy, you will still feel better after you do.”
She took a deep breath and then said, “I want to tell you about when I lost my virginity.”
“Ok.”
She looked at him and said nothing.
He waited but the silence was starting to feel a little awkward and just before he finally said something she said, “That’s all I remember about it.”
“I’m sorry, but I think I missed something,’ he said.
“I was roofied.”
Then Scott understood. “I’m so sorry, honey. That’s terrible.”
“I don’t remember anything about it. I was at party and then I woke up. My shirt was ripped opened. My bra was yanked down to expose my breasts, my pants were nowhere to be found and my panties here wrapped around one of my ankles. And my pussy felt like it was on fire.”
She paused, then continued, “A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant with Heather. I have no idea how many men fucked me that night. Maybe it was just one, maybe it was 50. But one of them knocked me up and I have no idea who it was. Heather has never known who her father was.”
“Does she know what happened to you?”
“Yes, I told her. I was worried that it would scar her in some way but I also felt that she deserved to know the truth. But she handled it well. I think you had something to do with that.”
“Me?”
“I told her just a couple weeks before the slumber parties started.”
She kissed his cheek and fell silent again. Finally she spoke again.
“Scott?”
“Yes?”
“That’s not my only sad secret.”
“Go on.”
“Heidi’s father.”
“Go on.”
“After Heather was born, I was trapped at home. All my friends were out having fun, but I was raising a baby. Anyway, one of my friends had an older brother who started treating me nice. We went out a few times and I really liked him and I thought he liked me. That’s why I let him fuck me even though it didn’t really want to do it. It was horrible. He wasn’t any good. He just climbed on top of me, stuck it in and pumped until he came. He never did anything to make me feel good. Hell, he wasn’t even a good kisser. His lips were like sandpaper.”
Scott looked at her with sadness. She just hadn’t been treated right.
Molly continued, “After a few fucks, I got pregnant again. And he accused me of cheating on him and refused to accept that it was his baby. His parents took out a restraining order against me and shipped him across the country to live with his grandparents.”
She stopped, looked at him with hurt in her eyes, “you ask if I have trust issues? I think I have reason for that. And every man I have ever been with since then has been the same. Fortunately, I never got pregnant again. But I did become a real slut.”
“You are not a slut,” Scott said.
“I felt like one. I just did what any man told me to do. Even if I didn’t want to do it. I was scared that they would leave me if I didn’t let them. So I let them humiliate and degrade me. They left me anyway. That’s why I gave up dating. Why I gave up on sex. Why I gave up on men. Until I met you.”
She looked at him longingly and pleaded, “please don’t do make me go through that again.”
Scott pulled her close against him and said, “I promise. I will always treat you with respect. You deserve it.”
They finished the ride in silence except for when Scott called the limo driver to pick them up at the park exit. Once he did and they settled into the back seat.
Molly then said, “I have a question.”
“Ask away.”
“How did you fuck all those girls without getting them pregnant? Heather says you don’t use condoms.”
Scott said, “That’s my sad secret if you want to hear it.”
“You listened to me and didn’t run away. I can do the same for you.”
“Lilly’s mother, Prudence, was a spoiled rich bitch. But I couldn’t see it when we first started dating. I was in love and let her walk all over me. Plus her father was a senior partner in the law firm I joined right out of law school, so I didn’t want to rock that boat and end my career before it even got started.”
“That makes sense,” Molly said, “but I have a hard picturing anyone walking all over you.”
“Well, I wasn’t always the man I am today. I did okay in law school and then at work I was very good at speaking in court. But when it came to women, I had a lot to learn. I just wasn’t confident with women. She actually proposed to me since I was having a hard time working up the courage to ask her. Of course, her father thought I was after his money so he made us sign a pre-nup. I didn’t even read it. Pretty dumb for a lawyer, but I didn’t care. I was in love or I thought I was. I think maybe it was just lust. She was a wildcat in bed. If anything good came out of our horrible marriage it was that she did teach me how to please a woman. She never let me stop fucking or eating or fingering her until she came. Even though she made me do that, she was perfectly willing to leave me with blue balls. When she was done, we were done.”
Molly asked, “I thought women couldn’t cum before men?”
“Sure they can,” Scott replied, “it all depends on how aroused she is. And Prudence would set me up sometimes.”
“Set you up?”
“She would start using a dildo or vibrator on herself so that when I got home from work, she was already very close. She demanded that I finish her off.”
“But she wouldn’t finish you off.”
“Exactly.”
“Not even a handjob?”
“Not even a dirty conversation.”
“Oh, that sounds horrible,” Molly said.
“Nothing compared to what you’ve been though, but it wasn’t fun when she got like that. But there were still several times when she was normal and we had great sex. Anyway soon after we got married, she got pregnant. Now I don’t have to tell you how hard pregnancy can be on woman’s body. She was miserable for nine months.”
“But it’s worth it,” Molly said, “at the end you get a baby. Every bout of morning sickness, the weight gain, the swollen ankles. Even the way they were conceived is meaningless compared to how much I love them.”
“I agree” said Scott, “I would walk through hell for Lilly. But Prudence didn’t feel the same. About halfway through her pregnancy, she insisted I have a vasectomy.
"But you didn't want to? She made you do it? That's wrong."
"I know. I had always pictured having a houseful of kids, but I loved her. And I loved my baby even before she was born. Before we even knew she was a she. So one baby would get plenty of love. We could even spoil her. Or so I thought. I soon found out what bad idea spoiling a child is. As hard as the pregnancy was for Prudence, motherhood was even harder. She didn’t get to do what she wanted when she wanted anymore. For the first time in her life she had responsibilities. And she couldn’t handle it. She left when Lilly was about six months old.”
“But since she ran off,” Molly asked, “didn’t she have to pay child support?”
“Remember the pre-nup I didn’t bother to read?”
“So she got out of it.”
“Yep, and her father, the shithead, refused to even acknowledge Lilly was his grandchild after that. He actually went to court and filed a new birth certificate for her. Probably the only birth certificate in history that lists the father but not the mother.”
“Shithead.”
“I didn’t care about money for me or even for child support. I was doing well in my career and bringing home decent pay. But he could have set up a college fund for her or something. And then, the other partners in his firm gave him the moment he needed to ruin my life.”
“What happened?”
“As I said, I was doing well and the other partners wanted to make me a junior partner. It’s complicated, but he set it up to look like I was playing fast and loose with my billing hours. The other partners suspected something was wrong and didn’t want to believe I had done it, but he’d made the paperwork a mess and they decided that firing me was their best way to clean up the mess.”
“You did ok in the end, though.”
“I sure did. He made a mistake in pointing the finger at me because people started looking at everyone in the firm. Pulling every loose thread they could find. And one of those threads was attached to him and a secret bank account in the Caymans. He went to jail, the other partners offered me my job back but I decided to sue them instead for illegal termination. They settled and I started my own firm. Took a lot of their clients with me.”
“Do you know what happened to Prudence?”
“Yes,” Scott said, “when her father’s money ran out, she tried to come back to me, but I wasn’t having it. I wasn’t going to be walked on anymore. And I wasn’t going to allow her to influence Lilly to grow up and be a bitch like her.”
“Good for you. So that’s the last you heard from her?”
“Nope, she graduated from bitch to cunt. A few weeks later she and some loser meth addicted boyfriend kidnapped Lilly.”
“Oh my god! Well obviously you got her back.”
“Prudence was not a criminal mastermind. She took the baby to her family. She forgot that her aunts, uncles, and cousins all hated her father and didn’t like her much either. As soon as Lilly’s picture was shown on the news, they called the police. Prudence is sitting in prison even as we speak.”
“Oh that’s wonderful,” Molly exclaimed, “Justice is served.” Then she had another thought and said, “I’m sorry, you probably aren’t happy with how things turned out.”
“I do feel a little sad for her. I guess I can’t bring myself to totally hate her, no matter what she’s done. I did love her once. And she is the mother of my child. But all things considered, I think you’re right. Justice has been served. She’s where she belongs and Lilly and I are where we belong.”
“Does Lilly know all this?”
“Yes, I’ve shared it all with her. A little bit at a time as she grew up and was mature enough to understand it. She even wanted to visit Prudence in prison last year.”
“Did you let her?”
“Yes, I felt she was old enough. But then a couple weeks before the visit, Lilly changed her mind. Said she didn’t really miss what she never had. She hasn’t mentioned it since. Well, Prudence still has 5 years left on her sentence. Plenty of time if Lilly changes her mind again.”
“After she gets out?”
“I suspect Prudence will come begging for money. But I know how to say, Go Fuck Yourself.”
Just then, they arrived at the hotel. When they entered the lobby, Molly was in awe. The grandeur and opulence blew her mind. If someone had said there at Buckingham Palace instead of a hotel, she wouldn’t have argued. The chauffer carried their suitcases into the lobby and placed them on a cart. Scott and he discussed what time he would return for them in the morning, then Scott discreetly tipped him. The driver has been great the entire evening, but became even more respectful and friendly.
This was repeated after they checked in and the bellhop showed them to their room. “How much did you tip him,” Molly asked?
“Enough for him to mean it when he calls me sir.”
“Call you sir? He seemed like he was willing to do more than that.”
“Oh?”
“If I wake up in the middle of the night and catch him sucking your dick, I will punch him in the throat. That’s my territory.”
Scott laughed and then asked, “So what would like to do first?”
Molly looked around, “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s all so incredible.” She walked around almost scared to touch anything. A hotel room with a living room, a separate bedroom, and kitchenette and a bathroom she could swear was bigger than her house. “I guess that’s why they call it a suite,” she thought.
“Do you always stay in places like this?” she asked.
“Usually when I travel, it for business. So the rooms I get are bit more practical. But still very nice. I’m splurging a bit for this, but you’re worth it.”
She blushed and shook her head, but before she could protest further, Scott wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. “Just say thank you,” he then said.
She smiled and said, “Thank you.”
“Can we watch tv?” she asked.
Scott wasn’t expecting that, but said, “Or course. If that’s what you want.”
She laughed, “It’s not what I want. I thought you were supposed to be smart to be a lawyer.”
“Not really, if you want a smart guy you need to find a nuclear physicist.”
She walked over and picked up her suitcase.
“I can get that for you,” Scott said.
“You sit. Wait until I call you.” Then she went into the bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she called for him to join her.
When he opened the door she said, “I hope you don’t mind, but in addition to the dress, I also got this at Victoria’s Secret.”
Do he mind? Scott didn’t mind at all. Moly was wearing a white babydoll. It had a floral pattern and cups that highlighted her breasts perfectly. From there the material flowed freely and opened at the bottom giving him a clear view of the matching g-string.
“Do you like it,” she asked?
“I love it.”
“I hope it’s ok that I wore white. I know I’m not a virgin.”
“That’s doesn’t matter. You are a virgin in spirit.”
“Then come pop my spirit cherry.”
Scott quickly shed his clothes, then picked her up and deposited on the bed. He lay down beside her and his lips hungrily sought hers. He pushed his tongue past her lips, she accepted it willingly, sucking it into her mouth until it almost became a part of her.
He moved his mouth to nipple on her ear and then asked, “Can I suck your tits?”
She was shocked. No man had ever asked for permission to do anything to her before. The respect and consideration he was showing drove her arousal factor through the roof. Her pussy felt funny and it took her a moment to realize that she was getting wet. She had always wondered what that felt like. She seemed to get caught in a lust spiral; the wetter she got, the more aroused she felt and the more aroused she felt the wetter she got.
“Do it,” she said.
Scott slid the straps of her babydoll off her shoulders and down her arms until her 36C breasts were completely exposed to him. He cupped one in each hand and they placed his mouth over the right one. He sucked it until the nipple was fully erect and hard enough to cut glass. It drove her crazy, her pussy got wetter if that was possible. And then he moved to her left and repeated it. Molly got so wet she thought the sheets would be drenched. She wondered what room service would think about that.
Scott sat up to Molly’s disappointment. “Why did you stop,” she asked?
“Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
“Oh yes, please. I’m wet. I’ve never been wet before. I can’t believe it can get any better than this.”
“It can and if I do it right, it will.”
Scott reached down and pulled her panties off her hips. Molly lifted her ass of the bed to allow him to slide them down and then remove them completely. Scott stared at her in admiration, but suddenly Molly felt self-conscious.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what?”
“I didn’t shave my pussy. I haven’t done it for so long that I didn’t even think about it. I hope you aren’t upset.”
“Of course not. Your pussy is perfect.”
“Even with hair?”
“Even with hair. Besides it’s just a small amount. It’s not like you have ZZ Top between your legs. Now, please spread them open.”
Molly did so and Scott pushed his face into her pussy. He licked around the outside lips, very slowly, building the tension within her. He pushed his tongue into her entrance just a little bit, then pulled back out and then in again. A little more each time until he had pushed it as far as he could. Her juices drenched his face. She was getting closer and closer. Scott ran his tongue up to her clit. He used his fingers to pull her lips apart, exposing it, and then he touched it with the tip of his tongue. Just barely. He let it sit there. He did nothing. She tried to grind against him, but he would move his face back a little every time she did.
“Stop it,” she cried. “Don’t tease me. Mae me cum. I don’t know how, but I can tell I’m close. MAKE ME CUM!”
Scott then licked her clit as fast as possible and she started cumming. She tried to grind her pussy even more into his face. She bucked and bounced. This was the orgasm she had been waiting for all her life.
Scott removed his face from her pussy and sat up. He smiled and said, “I hope you aren’t disappointed.”
“What? Are you nuts,” she replied. “That was the best thing I’ve ever felt. I guess I can see why the girls like it so much.”
“Like I said, it’s great when people care about each other.”
“I have a question, Scott.”
“Ok”
“I know I got really wet. Do you like it?”
“Absolutely.”
“How does pussy taste?”
Scott just leaned forward and kissed her hard. Again their tongues danced and she was in heaven. She didn’t know what she expected but she found she really did like the taste of pussy. The taste of her own pussy. Mixed with the taste of his mouth. It was sweet but a little tangy as the same time.
Scott broke the kiss and asked, “Do you like the taste?”
“Yes, but you know what. I think I like the taste of your cum better. Maybe limo cum is a special formula.”
They both laughed and then Molly sat up, started messing the straps on her babydoll and said,” Help me take this all the way off. I want to be totally nude when I give myself to you.”
“You’re pretty close to that now.”
“I don’t want a single thread on me, but first, I need to know that this doesn’t bother you,” she said pointing to the small and faded stretch marks on her otherwise flat belly.
“They just make you even more beautiful,” he said.
She smiled, lay back and spread her legs. “Fuck me.”
Scott knelt between her legs and moved his dick to the entrance of her pussy. The gates of heaven, he thought to himself.
Even though she had already had sex many times and had also had two babies, he approached her as though she had never been touched. He pushed in slowly. She was tighter than he expected, but she was still so wet that he slid in easily and with no cherry to pop, he met no resistance until he was balls deep.
“Are you ok,” he asked?
“Never better,” she replied.
He started thrusting in and out slowly, mindful of her past bad experiences and then she stopped him.
“Wait, wait, stop,” she said.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not Prudence.”
This was a hell of time to bring up his ex-wife.
“I know that.”
“Be honest, do you really want to go that slow.”
“No, not really.”
“I want to fuck me the way you want to fuck me. I’m not Prudence, I’m, not here just for me. I want you to be just as happy as I am. What do you want to do?”
“I want to pound your pussy.”
“Then pound away.”
“If I do, I’ll probably cum really fast.”
“You already got me off, now it’s your turn.”
“Ok, but tell me if I get too rough.”
With that, Scott pulled his hips back until his dick was almost completely out of her pussy, he paused for a second, and then he rammed it home.
He slammed into her again and again. Over and over again. Harder and harder each time.
At first, Molly was scared by the intensity of his thrusts. Other men had fucked her this hard before, but she quickly realized this was different. She knew that if she told him to stop now, he would do so immediately. She had told many men in the past to stop but they never did. They never cared about her the way he did. Knowing that he would stop got her excited even more, she would never ask to stop. Instead she asked the opposite.
“HARDER, SCOTT! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!”
Scott did his best, he was jackhammering like his life depended on it. He felt his balls start to tighten. He went even faster and soon, he was fill her belly with what seemed like the cum of a thousand men.
He kept thrusting as he came, he never wanted the feeling to end, but it finally it did. He slowed down then rolled off of Molly, breathing hard.
Molly wasn’t finished yet though. She reached down and found her clit. She moved her fingers up and down and circled it with her fingertips. She then said,
“Scott, I’m almost done but I could use a little help. Please finger fuck me.”
Without a word, Scott reached down and stuck his finger as deep as possible in her pussy. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was almost done. That single finger was enough to send her over the edge. She started cumming again. She snapped her legs together. Trapping Scott’s hand between them, trapping his finger inside her pussy. He kept trying to work it in and out, but there really wasn’t anything he could do.
This orgasm wasn’t as intense as her first one. She didn’t scream or buck her hips, but in some ways it seemed even more satisfying. Maybe because Scott didn’t take anything from her. She had given it all willingly.