Nothing seemed to fluster her.
No matter when I suggested fucking, Polly would pop up and do it with a smile, bobbing up and down on my dick with her massive tits bouncing in my face.
I tried instead to ignore her. Womenlovedattention, and maybe if she didn’t get much, she’d see that this was just a business arrangement. But that didn’t work either. If I didn’t pay her any attention she just bustled around the kitchen baking cookies or organizing her herbs.
Mac didn’t even bother to pretend like he was in charge of the kitchen anymore, just followed Polly around asking questions about sourdough.
And even though it had been weeks now, somehow I kept putting renovating the club girl room off.
Ishouldput Polly in there, because freeuse pussy was not supposed to be cuddling up against your back in bed all night.
But it would be like rejecting a freaking sunbeam.
Maybe I was getting soft in my old age.
And since no one said anything, I let it continue.
Even though I knew it was dangerous. What if Polly fell in love with me? The way she looked at me, with those starry eyes? I couldn’t let that continue.
Because I wasn’t the kind of man who did relationships. Or feelings. Or anything but the kind of dirty fuck an MC Prez could get on demand.
So why was shestillin my bed all night?
Really I should fill the clubhouse with whores again, but I wasn’t in the mood.
When no one was around, I even I took her on a bike ride, because Polly didn’t know that was reserved for ol ladies. Not club bunnies. We barreled down the road with her tits squashed against my back, and her thighs gripping me.
The problem was thatPollywas supposed to be something temporary, but my dick had never gotten the memo.
I stopped the bike by a patch of wild forest area.
“I want to fuck.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here,” I said, not knowing whether I hoped she’d agree or not. “Is there a problem?”
“Of course not.”
She hopped easily off the bike, then followed me, stopping to pick up a few flowers.
“Oh gosh, what gorgeous fall weather,” she enthused. “Can’t you smellthatin the air? Doesn’t it make you think about how this year’s leaves will fall and help make next year’s leaves?”
“No,” I said.
“Well,Ithink it’s beautiful. What kind of flower is that over there? Can you look for me?”
“I’m not looking for flowers,” I growled. “I want to fuck that wet pussy.”
As usual, she didn’t bat an eye.
“Of course,” she said agreeably. “Give me just one second.”
She stretched up higher, and then she was almost at the flower, but not quite, her plump cheeks jiggling as she stretched higher, and I reached up and plucked it.
“Here.”
She turned shining eyes to me.