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Thursday, June 9, 2016

Penelope's Peculiarities, Tale Two, Rich Man Poor Man


Well it didn't work out well in granny's place and really what a boor, I like the night life, can't help myself and with the cash I pulled in from Worm, I found myself a nice comfortable apartment in Manhattan. Course it takes money to live in New York and I planned to find me a gold mine. Ronald Lump made millions building malls everywhere he could. From city blocks to corner slums, he was the mogul of malls. He was also tasteless and crude, as well as being fabulously wealthy, all the qualities I admire in men.

When I first was introduced to him at a friend's party he seemed interested, a lot of men are, but he was far more interested in himself--at first. Seeing a chair available, I sat in a provocative pose with my legs slightly apart and my black silk dress lifted, discreetly of course, but giving Ronald a glimpse should his gaze come my way. It did, just like a fly to honey.

The next thing I know, Ronald is talking to me, asking, rather rudely, if I lost my panties.

"What makes you think I wear them?"

"Ah, I thought you a bit of a wench when introduced, and I was right." He winked at me, "But I've ran into your type before, your wares come with a price. I'm I right?"

"I've never turned down money nor have I asked for it. If that's what you mean. But I'm recently widowed, and looking for some fun. That's all." After that I walked away to chat with a rather handsome pro soccer player and left Lump standing there.

It was a few days later that my friend who hosted the party called and asked if it was okay to give my phone to Mr. Lump. I said he could and it wasn't an hour later that he called.

"Hello?"

"Penelope, it's Ronald from the party. We talked about your panties, or rather lack of them. Listen, I'm a busy man but I'd like to meet you, I've a lovely suite overlooking Central park if you would like to meet me there. I'll give the doorman your name and he'll buzz you up."

I was stroking my pussy, listening to her purr while she sat on my lap. "Well, I'm busy today. What about Thursday? Around noon." I heard him cough a few times before he answered.

"If you're trying to jack me around it won't work. Be there at noon. On Thursday." He then hung up without saying another word.

I arrived fashionably late, and he was fuming, calling me names and shoving a legal document in my face to sign. "I know your type, a slut looking for trophies, you can brag all you want to your whore friends but unless you sign this document, no Ronny. Got that?"

"I don't have a problem signing it, I'm not looking for a trophy, just a little fun. Outside of calling women names. Do you like to have fun Ronald?"

He took the document, and made sure I signed it before he put it in his vest pocket. "Okay, whatever, now why don't you strip and let me see what you have."

"How about this Ronald, I'll sit on the edge of the bed and you sit in that chair over there, wouldn't you like a little fun first?"


"Honey, making money is fun to me, let's make this quick."

As I sat down, I lifted my dress and spread my legs. He at last stopped looking at his watch. Then I asked if he would like a good close look and perhaps, if he wanted, a taste of my hair pie.

He walked over, mesmerized, and dropped to his knees. It didn't take long for him to dive in. I let that bastard eat his heart out before I stopped him.

"You know, I've got an appointment myself, and while it's been fun, gotta go."

He was determine to stay put by pushing his head in my cunt like he was diving into a pool, I had to be a bit firmer. "Hey, Lump!" I said, and at the same time grabbed what hair he had on his head and pulled him off me.

"Hey watch it! My hair, it's delicate."

"So's my cunt asshole."

"Look, I'll give you some money if you let me dine a little while longer."

"No dice. The contract you had me sign said anything given can be forfeited at anytime."  I still had a hand of his comb over hair style in a color of orange never seen.

"I'll rip it up. Would you let go of my hair. Please?"

"Behave yourself then."

"Promise."

I thought of braiding his hair so that it would be a good handle to control him, if it ever came to that, and let go of his thinning strands. He went right to his vest pocket reached in and took the contract out. Then he stood if front of me with his dick tenting his pants and tore it up.

"Hand me your coat."

"What? You don't trust me?"

"No. Now if you want to deal, lets deal. Hand me the coat."

He reluctantly did where I found more than one contract. I tore them all up.

"Jesus, I just signed a major deal with one of those."

"Get another. Now, you want more snatch. I'm I right?"

"Oh, yeah." His eyes went right to the beaver.

"Well the free lunch is over asshole. You called me a slut and cheap and I'm a recently divorced widow who's husband was a devout Baptist minister. Now when you decide to marry me, without any of your fucking contracts, let me know."

I left him there with drool dripping from his mouth and a wet spot near his fly. And I knew that soon there would be a call from this asshole, because I let him have far more pussy juice than what any normal human being could take. And call he did.

"Oh, baby, I haven't slept in three days. All I can think about is your delicious pussy."

"And you're calling me because?"

"How about I give you a whole lot of money?"

"No dice. It's marriage or nothing."

"Damn honey. Well if it's marriage you want, marriage you'll get. Now, I'll come over and will celebrate with some pie. My oh my, hair pie. How's that sound to you?"

"How about you come over with a proper ring and a case of champagne."

"I'll be there in a jiff."

He was too. I thought, the guy must have all that shit in the back of the limo, because he was at my door knocking before I finished talking with Tallulah. The champagne was nice and cold and I knocked off a few bottles while he showed me some very large diamond rings. I wasn't sure what looked best on my hand and decided a handful would be better.

Of course Lump wanted lunch and dinner for the rings, but a peek would work just as well. I thought,  especially with all that pussy juice in him.

"Well darling, these are all so very nice. "Thank you! I accept you're proposal. Now when do you want to get married?"

"How about I dive in between your legs right now and we'll talk about it later." He couldn't keep his eyes off the beaver.

"When we get married, Precious. Now I'll let you take a gander of your prize because I've got to get on the phone and arrange a fabulous wedding. You don't want anything less than fabulous do you?"

"Alright. Alright. Alright. Have the wedding A.S.A.P. I don't give a shit just give me a taste."

"Nothing doing until it's official. Now lay down and I'll give you a treat."

He did, with his face up I stood over his head with one foot on each side. "Do you see that, Ronald?"

"I sure do. It looks like the gate of heaven."

"Bet your sweet ass it does. Now take a good look because the shows over until the day we're man and wife." I stood for a minute more and swore I heard his dick squirt twice in his shorts before I step away.

"Oh baby that was great. Fantastic. But how about sitting right down on my face for an hour or so."

"You know what Ron?"

"What honey?"

"Sit up here in this chair for minute will you?"

"Sure baby, anything." He sat like a pup waiting for the ball. I went to a desk drawer and pulled out a bit of yellow ribbon.  Then came back and as I rubbed my pussy on his face, braided his hair into a top knot and tied it off with the ribbon. Then I stood away with his face following until it fell on the ground with the rest of him.

"Easy there Lump. Now I expect you to wear your hair just the way I have it or you might hurt my feelings and I then I'd feel kinda frigid. Got it Sport?"

"I'd wear bunny ears if it makes you happy honey. Now, about coming over and let me saddle up."

"How about you getting the hell out and make some big money because we're going to have one hell of  a party."

"And Honeymoon. Right honey?"

"Yeah, sure. Now go out and get ten million. I've got to call Tallulah."

With that I escorted him to the door. I could see he was in no hurry to leave and I had enough of Ronald Lump. After opening another bottle of the bubbly, I rang Tallulah.

"Hey gal, got hitched again and this one don't need credit cards. Is that castle still available for rent? Yeah, Great. Well we'll take it and tell the gang we're having a party. Get us all the best cause my future hubby wants it for me.  Thanks, I'll have my fiance' send you ten mil to get it all started. Bye for now."

That settled, I called Lump and told him where to send the cash and to do it today. He gasped, he grumbled and I'm pretty sure, farted but send he did.

The next day Lump's lawyers stood waiting at my door when I opened it to take my walk through the park. I didn't sign a damn thing that they shoved in my face, and told them to have Lump send twenty more million by the end of the week for the wedding. They threatened me with all kinds of law suits if I was scamming their client to which I replied, he is a grown adult and has the right to do as he wishes and his wish was to make me happy.  Lump called my phone the whole fucking day after that until I turned the damn thing off. I sent him a letter that he had better call the hounds off if he wanted to marry me or else I would have nothing to do with him.

I guess he read the letter. Three days later he's over begging for a taste and as humble as a blind nun with his hair in the braid and the little yellow ribbon tied to it. I thanked him for his diligence before getting hold of the braid for a good yank.

"Now listen and listen good. I'm not going to fuck around with you anymore with your goddamn lawyers and bullshit contracts. You either marry me or get the hell out of my sight."

"Oh baby I'm so sorry. They made me do it. They think I'm going crazy with marrying you. I'll fire every last one of them. In fact I'm on it."

That's when his phone came out and the shouting began. After I had a couple of bottles of champagne he was finally off the phone. "No fucking lawyers baby, Now about giving daddy some candy."

"Great! Get your jet ready honey, we're flying to a castle in Spain and there's a bonafide Justice of the Peace to get us hitched on the way."

There was a flurry of phone calls that had to be made, both of us were speed dialing and I mentioned another twenty million needed for him to have the best wedding ever. Lump was so damn horny, sniffing and licking where I sat. Pathetic, and I knew what it would take to make him crawl over scorpions at my bidding.

"I think it's time for a treat. Don't you?" He was over so fast I felt the wind hit me from his speed.

"A treat?"

"I think so. Why don't you plow your nose into my snatch and get a real good whiff." With that I hiked up my dress and let him bury his face.

When he had enough, I grabbed my handy holder of hair and yanked him out. His face had a smile of bliss on it, drool from his mouth dripped to the floor and the entire front of his pants was wet from dick juice.

"Was that good for you baby?" I waited but he was out cold, shivering and lapping his tongue at the air.

"It was good for you, I can see that. Just think of our wedding night and all the pleasures that await you."

That did it. He was dialing up a preacher now trying to get one on the spot. "Give me your phone. That's a good boy. I've got it all planned and you don't want to spoil my plans do you?"

He looked a little hurt that he didn't have his phone.

Now that I had his attention, I let go of the nab of hair. Now, the first thing we need for you is diapers. I'm not putting up with cock goo dripping on my floors. and I want you to suck on this pacifier."  I handed him one that look just like a tit. "And when I want something, I'll let you know, but until then, sit here on the floor with your nappy on and your hair in a ribbon and don't forget to put the pacifier in your mouth.

He stared at me while he held the rubber tit in one of his little hands and started to cry. That's when I slapped the living shit out of him.

"I'll give you something to cry about. Now put the goddamn tit in your fucking mouth asshole!" I clipped him on the chin which sent him rolling across the floor, but when he righted himself, he was sucking on the tit.

Now that I had Lump's attention, I told him to get his jet ready, the wedding party will be on board with the chaplain. He wanted his tux, but settled for baby blue pajamas with cute floating yellow balloons to match the ribbon in his hair. The man had no shame.

We all boarded Lump's plane and took off for Spain. I had a fantastic leather outfit that went perfect with Lump's baby blue pajamas. He didn't like it, but the power of the pussy was far to great for the jerk and he suckled his neoprene tit like it was his mom's. Only he said he never had his mom's tit because she wasn't about to have the squalling brat any where near her implants.

We walked down the middle of the isle while the clan whistled, cat-called and pop corks on champagne to spray us as we passed. I made sure to invite a few of Trump's lawyers along for the fun of it and couldn't help but notice the register of horror on their faces when we walked by. So there we are, the happy couple, me in my latest leather outfit and Lump sucking on his rubber tit wearing baby-blue pajamas with a yellow ribbon that tied his hair in a tuft. It was adorable, and of course, the press was there with cameras flashing like it was the Forth of July.

Well the rev pronounced us man and wife and had us lick each other rather than kiss. Except Lump took the offer to jumped into the band wagon, with his sticky tongue, trying to get some damn good tasting poon tang right in front of everyone. Boy did the cameras flash for that one. I grabbed the ungrateful fuck by his twine of hair, pulled him off and held him up with his feet bouncing and his fists flying. He wailed like a new spanked baby as I held him there.

"Sorry folks, he ain't fully trained yet. But he sure as hell will be." I announced before letting go to watch him drop at my feet.

"Now when we land, everyone into the limos, they're lined up and ready to party all the way to the castle." That got a standing ovation, which was good because the Lump at my feet had started to cry. He didn't get what he wanted, but he'll get plenty once we're inside the stone walls.

And what a hoot it all was. I couldn't deal with Whiny Lump and his sniveling whimper, so with a good kick to the diaper pan, I landed him in the trunk of the limo shut the lid and told the driver to make the turns real sharp, "There's a lump in the back I'd like soften up." Is what I said to the Russian chauffeur, and did that light up his scarred face.

That limo took turns like a bullwhip, and all the way to the castle I heard Lump slam from one side to the other. By the time we arrived at the gates the screams and pleas had long stopped.  We got out to a view of a perfect setting of a rather large fortress perched on top a mountain, fortified with thick granite walls. A real medieval view.  That Tallulah, she sure can do a party.

One of Lump's lawyers was nagging me about leaving the jerk in the trunk. I had the Russian driver bring him in. Boy what a mess, but Lump the Chump was quiet, even docile, though a little wobbly. He at least wasn't making a bee line to my cunt. I think he didn't really know where he was, so I told the driver to take him to the top of the castle, along with his lawyers, to get some fresh air. That should sober them up.

Well the party was a big hit. Tallulah hired only the top bands that were flown in day and night. We rocked that castle for over a month when my girlfriend said Lump had nothing left. And that reminded me, I left him on the roof.

Well, turned out I didn't have to worry. The limo driver had Lump and his lawyers play an old Russian drinking game. A good swig of vodka, straight from the bottle, and then a walk on a plank set along the edge of the castle wall.  The Russian won and I was once again left a widow.

Poor me. 

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