“Two ninety-eight. Two ninety-nine. Aaaand that’s it. Three damn hundo. How the hell do you do it?”
Joel shook his head in awe as he tossed a towel at the figure suspended in midair.
Malcolm took one hand off the pull-up bar and caught it deftly, dropping to the ground and dabbing at his shining torso.
“Good food. Good sleep. I normally wouldn’t push myself this hard, but Giselle said she’s got a surprise for me tonight. No idea what she’s on about, but I need to get a good pump going. Just in case she’s invited one of her friends into bed with us again.”
“Wouldn’t put it past her. You picked up a feisty one, you did,” said Joel, as they headed out into the chilly winter evening.
As he drove through the deserted streets, Malcolm found himself subconsciously gripping his cock with his left hand as he imagined ramming it into his naughty girlfriend. He doubted she’d let him stick it in right away though, kinky slut that she was.
Why, the last time they’d been together, she’d shoved his balls into her asshole and twisted around his cock to rub on her clit to orgasm. And the time before that, with the full body splits and that lucky lucky bedpost of hers shoved up her…
Malcolm shook himself out of his reverie as he drew up outside Giselle’s house.
“Good thing her parents are out this weekend,” he thought. “Atleast she can scream as loud as she wants in here.”
The door opened and a small figure jumped out and into Malcolm’s arms.
“Hiiii baby, I missed you sooo much this week. Oh my, someone smells fucking sexy. Did you just finish working out?”
Malcolm squeezed her against him and kissed her hungrily, his left palm gently cupping her groin.
“Mmmm just let me get in and take a quick shower. I can’t wait to fuck your little brains out, cupcake.”
Giselle gasped in mock outrage. “Oh my! How could you use such vulgar language around young innocent children! Have you no shame, sir?” she whispered, gesturing inside the house.
Confused, Malcolm stepped inside and saw two young girls staring at him open-mouthed from the sofa. He was momentarily stunned as Giselle closed the door behind him and dived into the kitchen, bringing out a little baby boy in her arms from the kitchen, both of them giggling.
“My uncle and aunt are away with Mom and Dad this week, so I’m babysitting their little angels! Aren’t they adooorable, darling?” she laughed, kissing the little boy on the cheek.
Malcolm instantly felt his semi go soft. He couldn’t believe she was going to leave him blue-balled after all that hype. There was no way he was waiting until bedtime, he was in half a mind to grab her, take her into the kitchen and have his way with her a couple of times to keep his horniness at bay.
But then – then the two girls stepped out from behind the sofa. They couldn’t have been older than 9 or 10, and they were pretty cute, but that wasn’t what caught Malcolm’s attention. Both of them were wearing T-shirts, but from waist down – nothing.