Fantasy League
AFC Championship — Megan @ Marci
“I’d like to report an accident.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said the man at the other end of the line. “My name’s Blake. Can I get your name please.”
“Yeah sure. It’s Marci. Marci Whitten.”
“Excellent and Ms. Whitten, if you please, I’d like to get the account number of your policy.”
“Yeah sure. I got that right here,” she said and she rattled off the numbers and letters of her policy.
Marci could hear the man typing in the background. “Ah yes, I’ve got your policy right here and now if you’d please, I’d like you to tell me what happened. You said someone hit you?”
“I sure did. I was driving down Grant and I came to a light and this bitch, she just comes up and smacks me from behind.”
“Really, and how fast were you going?”
“I already told you. I was coming up on a light so I had to be slowing down so honestly, I have no idea how fast I was going at the time.”
“I understand that but I was just trying to gauge the severity of the accident.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, you said you were rear ended.”
“That’s right.”
“You know when a person takes it in the rear, sometimes they get it hard and sometimes it’s just a tapped ass.”
“What did you just say?”
“What? We were talking about your car accident. What did you think I said?”
“I ... I ... never mind.”
“Suit yourself. So you were saying. Someone smacked you in the rear end.”
“Yes!”
“Were you hurt?”
“Hurt?”
“Yes, hurt. You know how it is. Some people can get hit but they got so much padding in the backside that they hardly feel a thing.”
“Wait a minute. Are we still talking about the car crash?”
“Of course. Why? What did you think we were talking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Okay. Well I think I have enough information now. I’m going to send an adjuster out to get more information from you.”
“Thank you.”
“Hello?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“It’s Megan.”
“What’s that?”
“I said it’s Megan. That’s my name. My name is not ma’am.”
“Ah yes. I see that. Sorry about that and just so you know, my name is Blake. What can I do for you, Megan?”
“I’d like to report an accident.”
“An accident? What is it?”
“Well you see it’s hen something unexpected that happens but that’s not important right now. What is important is that I hit another person.”
“You hit someone else? Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I just kind of ran into her.”
“Uh oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Airbag’s deployed.”
“Well yeah. Popped right out of the steering column.”
“Hmm? Oh, I wasn’t talking about the accident.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t talking about the accident but since you’ve bought it up, I take it you ran into someone.”
“Yeah. I was trying to find a CD and I only took my eyes off of the road for just a moment.”
“You know you shouldn’t do that.”
“I know.”
“Well these things happen. The important thing is that you’re not hurt.”
“Thanks.”
“The next thing we need to do is to get an adjuster out there. He can determine whatever else needs to be done.”
“Okay. That sounds good to me.”
Marci hadn’t realized that the insurance guy was going to be such a total hunk but it made her pussy wet just to know he as going to be spending time with her. He was big and blond. he had to be like 6′3 or 6′4 and he had this rugged look about him that made Marci think he must spend a lot of time outdoors. She couldn’t help but think that maybe she should play it dumb just so he’d have to stick around longer.
Then on the other hand, Marci thought with a giggle, maybe she wouldn’t have to play dumb.
Marci giggled again at that thought. She’d been giggling a lot more of recent but that wasn’t a bad thing, was it? After all, her and her new best friend Lenore, they giggled all the time. Sometimes, there was something to giggle about but sometimes, they giggled for no reason at all but they giggled because it was fun.
“Hi,” Mr. Super Hunkeddy Von Hunk-Hunk said. “My name’s Blake.”
“What?”
“My name. It’s Blake.”
“Oh. Were you the guy I talked to on the phone?”
The hunk shook his head. “That was another guy.”
“Oh. But I thought he said his name was Blake.”
“It was.”
“Oh.” Marci was confused. How could there be two guys with the same name?
“I understand you’ve had rear end damage,” the man said snapping Marci out of her thoughts.
“Oh, um, yeah. That’s right.”
“I don’t know. From what I’m seeing, it looks pretty darned good from here.”
For just a moment, Marci wondered how Mr. Hunk could see her car when they were standing there in her apartment and it was only then that she realized that he wasn’t talking about her car. In fact, he was talking about a completely different kind of rear end altogether and she couldn’t help but giggle because it was clear he liked her butt. “You really like it?” She asked coyly even as she swayed her butt around in front of him so that he could get a better look at it.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think I’d have to get a better look at it.”
“A better look,” Marci complained. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means your ass looks pretty good the way it stretches those pants but if you really wanted me to tell you what I thought, you’d have to let me see a little bit more of it just so I could get a better view.”
“How would I do that?”
“We’ll, you could take your pants down.”
“But ... but—”
“Not all the way down, mind you. Just far enough to tease. Just far enough to let me get a better look. You can do that, can’t you?”
Well sure. When he put it that way, yeah, she could do that and it wasn’t like he was asking her to take her pants all the way off. He just wanted to see her bottom and yeah, she could do that so she pushed her pants down just a little.
“That looks nice,” Mr. Hunkyman said.
She probably could have charged for this, Marci told herself. That was what Brittany would have done but she was just having fun and besides, he liked seeing her showing off her bottom, so really, what was wrong with that.
“How about you take those a little lower,” he said.
Well sure, she could do that and just to prove that she could, she pushed her pants a little lower.
“You’re wearing a thong. I like that. Nothing better than a girl with a nice butt in a cute, little thong. Do you mind?”
It was obvious what he wanted. He wanted to touch her butt and Marci wasn’t sure she should let him do THAT.
“Of course, if you’re not proud of your bottom ...”
Not proud of her bottom?! Who said she wasn’t proud ofher bottom? Why the nerve of him. She’d show him and with that, Marci pushed her pants even lower.
He was definitely touching her now as his hand moved back and forth between her cheeks, touching her, caressing her, squeezing her and now it wasn’t just her cheeks. He was sliding his hand between her legs. “You like this,” he said.
Mmm yeah, she did. She knew she should tell him no but if she did, he might end up thinking she was just a tease and that wasn’t who she was.
“Why don’t you push those even lower,” the man said.
They were already down around her hips, Marci wanted to say. Her bottom was already on full display. How far down did he want her to go?
“Why don’t we take those all the way off.”
She really shouldn’t, Marci told herself and yet in the next instant, she was letting her pants fall because after all, it really was so much better when you let people who were smarter than you make the decisions for you.
“Go on,” Blake told her. “We haven’t got all day.”
And that was all it took to get Marci to drop her pants and mmm, she could feel the hunk’s hand as it stroked its way from her bottom and then down between her legs and then back up again.
Mmm yeah.
No wait. The hunk was doing something. He was pulling at her thong. No, she told herself. No, she shouldn’t be letting him do that.
But it was already too late. The hunk had her thong pulled down past her plump ass and oh my God, there was the hunk’s hand again and he was stroking her between her legs and even though Marci kind of remembered that this wasn’t really why the hunk was supposed to be there, it was just so hard to think when the hunk was stroking her pussy.
“I think someone’s rather wet,” the hunk said.
“Yeah,” Marci said without even realizing what she was agreeing to.
“I think maybe we should do something about that.”
“Yeah,” Marci blithely agreed. Maybe we should.
And that’s when she felt the hunkster coming up behind her and then she felt him putting his hands on her bare and ample bottom and that’s when she felt something else.
“I think I’ve got something that you’ll really like,” the man told her.
Marci couldn’t help but moan as the man pushed his way inside her. He felt so big.
Even with her back to the man, Marci thought she almost could her the man grin. “I thought you’d like that,” he told her.
“Mmm yeah,” Marci moaned. He sure was right about that and even as she knew that there was something wrong with what she was doing, she just couldn’t help but let herself get lost in the moment because after all, when something felt this good, really, how could it be wrong.
“So tight and so wet,” the man told her.
Mmm yeah. She certainly knew that.
“Mmm. You’re going to make me cum.”
She wanted that. She wanted to make him cum all up inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
Fuck yeah, Marci thought. He was doing it. He was cumming all up inside her pussy and she couldn’t help but love it.
Megan couldn’t help but be surprised at the unexpected knock at her door. She’d just begun to stretch out before she did her exercises and an interruption like this couldn’t have come at a worse possible time.
She supposed she could have just ignored it but she liked working out with music and if she turned on her music, then whoever it was that was at her door would know she was ignoring him and that would be rude, wouldn’t it?
Maybe so but then on the other hand, it wasn’t like she’d asked someone to come knock on her door.
And then on the other hand, maybe it was a guy and she did so like it when guys came around and she really liked it when they could see her in her silver leotard. Mmm, now the thought of that was enough to make her think maybe she should open her door.
Whoever it was was knocking again and with muttered grumblings, Megan went over and she opened the door.
Oh my God. It was a guy.
“Evening ma’am,” the man said. “I understand you filed an insurance claim with our company and I was wondering if you might have some time to talk with me.”
It wasn’t like the guy was drop dead gorgeous or anything like that, Megan thought, but then again, maybe that was what she found so appealing about him. He seemed gruff which might have seemed out of sorts with someone who was supposed to work with the public but it was his gruffness that Megan seemed to find appealing.
“Is this a good time to talk?” the man asked again.
“Sure, um, what’s your name again?”
“It’s Blake.”
“Oh hi. Hey, um, wasn’t that the name of the guy who answered my call?”
“Probably.”
“What do you mean?”
“Its not surprising if the fellow’s name was Blake because everyone in our company’s named Blake.”
“What?”
“Yeah but we’re used to it by now. It’s like when the twins joined the company.”
“Twins?”
“Yeah, twins. Do you know what their names were?”
“Blake?”
“Yeah and?”
Megan shook her head.
“Blake. Blake and Blake. It’s like I told you. Everyone’s named Blake.”
“Weird.”
“Yeah but after a while, you get used to it.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah, so like I said, I was wondering if we could talk.”
Megan couldn’t help but notice the way the guy was looking at her tits and quite honestly, she had a feeling that talking might not be the only thing he wanted to do and who could blame him. Her tits were big and heavy and yeah, they were only just barely contained by her leotard. Heck, she would have been insulted if he hadn’t noticed them but the way he was looking at them, well he wasn’t so much as looking as he was leering at her tits and god that made her so fucking hot. “Sure,” she said, “we can talk ... if that’s what you want.”
“Um yeah. I understand you were in an accident.”
“That’s right. I ran into someone,” Megan said coyly. “I don’t know what it is, but it seems like I’m always running into people. It’s like I don’t seem to have any depth perception in front of me. It’s like I think I have plenty of room and all of the sudden, I’m bumping up against someone. Know what I mean?”
Blake cleared his throat. “I, um, I guess I can see where that might be a problem.”
“I know. Usually though, no one ever complains when I run into them.”
Mr. Gruffy wasn’t even bothering to hide it anymore. He was definitely looking at Megan’s tits.
“It’s a good thing I have lots of padding if you know what I mean.”
Suddenly, Mr. Gruffy’s demeanor changed. Where he had for a few moments seemed cowed by Megan and her prodigious breasts, suddenly he didn’t seem cowed at all. “Now see here, Missy, I know what you’re trying to do. You think that by waving your breasts around like you are, you think you can get any man eating out of your hand. Well let me tell you something, Sister, that shit’s not going to work with me.”
Megan was a bit taken aback. She really had thought it was going to work but now that he’d called her bluff, she couldn’t help but be excited by it. “So you saw through that, did you?”
“Pretty hard not to see through it but then I can’t help but wonder if you yourself know what you need.”
“Oh yeah? What do you think I need?”
Without warning, the man’s hand shot out and before Megan could even realize what was happening to her, he was roughly kneading and squeezing her breasts. “You need this. You need someone else to be in control.”
Megan couldn’t help but moan at the way this man was treating her. It had been some time since she’d been with that girl, Jane, and she’d thought she’d gotten over that but every once in a while, the need to be owned reasserted itself and this was one of those times. There was just something about the way he was treating her, like he just didn’t care what she thought, like she was there to serve HIM, like that was her only reason for being there, there was just something about that that was so hot.
“What about it? Do you want me to be in control?”
“Yes,” Megan acquiesced meekly.
“Yes what?”
There wasn’t a doubt in Megan’s mind as to what the man wanted her to say and even if it wasn’t what he wanted, she knew what she was going to say. “Yes, Master.”
“There now. That’s better.”
She’d said the right thing. She was so happy.
“A slave like you has no right keeping her breasts hidden. Take that thing off.”
He wanted to see her breasts so of course Megan couldn’t wait to slip her arms out of the leotard and then she was rolling it down past her ample breasts and then on down her body.
“Stop!”
Megan froze in place with her leotard still bunched up around her waist.
“Is that milk I see?”
Megan looked down at herself and then she looked up at the man. “Yes, master. It surely is.”
“Have you ever tasted your own milk?”
Megan nodded. Ever since she’d met that girl Michaela, well it seemed as if her breasts were always so full. Sometimes, it was just the way they seemed to be but at other times ...
Well, the curiosity had finally gotten to her and yes, she’d tasted her own milk.
“Let’s see it then.”
There was no question what it was. He wanted to see her drink her own milk and Megan was more than happy to oblige.
She’d barely gotten going though when the man had another order for her. “Stop!”
Megan stopped.
“I’ll bet you’ve sucked a cock before. Isn’t that right?”
Megan nodded.
“Let’s see how you suck mine.”
Again, Megan nodded. She couldn’t have stopped herself even if she’d wanted to but the truth was she didn’t want to. She hadn’t felt like this in some time but it was almost as if she were back with the man that she’d called master before.
Megan knelt and she opened the man’s belt. She opened his jeans and she took his pants down and then she was pulling down his underwear as well and then there was his cock. She wrapped her hand around his cock even as she looked up at him.
“Go on. Suck it.”
That was all it took for Megan to wrap her lips around the man’s cock.
“Yeah. That’s it. Suck it.”
Megan sucked and she sucked. She knew what was required of her. She needed to make that cock cum and that was all there was to it except ...
Except there was something else.
It was her tits. She’d always wanted big breasts and now she had them but now her tits were feeling lonely and that got her to thinking. Surely, he wouldn’t mind if she ...
It was almost the same thing ...
And she could still suck him off later ...
She didn’t bother to ask. She just hoped it was okay but she slipped her mouth off of that cock and then she was sliding that cock between her breasts.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned.
He liked it. He liked it a lot and that was all that Megan needed to know. He liked fucking her tits.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Suck it.”
That was all it took before she once more had his cock in her mouth and then she was sucking away on him as he came in her still cock sucking mouth.
It was a couple of days later when Marci got the phone call. “Hello,” she answered vapidly.
“Miss Whitten?”
“This is she.”
“This is Blake,” said the man on the other end of the line. “You know. Your adjuster.”
Ooh, the hunk, Marci thought. Sometimes, she had trouble remembering things but hunky guys who liked her butt, that was something that she wasn’t likely to forget. “Yes,” she said.
“We’ve finished reviewing your case and we’d like to settle things up and we were wondering if you could meet us to finalize things up.”
Wow! That was quick, Marci thought. “Sure,” she said.
The man gave her a time and an address. “Can you be there?” he asked.
Marci wasn’t sure. She’d have to check her calendar, she told the hunk.
“No,” the man said. “I asked if you could be there.”
“And I said—”
“I heard what you said. I asked if you could be there.”
There was something about the way he said that that just seemed to cut through her usual state of fuzziness and for a moment, there was clarity and when Marci answered, her voice was firmer than it had been in a long time. “Yes,” she said. “I can be there.”
“You won’t forget?”
Actually, she probably would, she told herself and she was just about to giggle at that thought when the man spoke with that voice again.
“You won’t forget.”
“No,” Marci agreed. She wouldn’t forget.
At almost the very same time, Megan was getting a phone call, too. “Is this Megan?” Asked the man on the other end of the line.
“Yes?”
“This is Blake,” the man said. “You know. The one from your insurance company.”
For a moment, Megan couldn’t help but wonder if everyone there was named Blake then did she really know who this guy was but in the next instant, she knew she knew. It was the one whose cock she’d sucked. It was the one she’d called master and just that thought alone was enough to have her feeling subservient all over again. “Yes?”
“I’d like to set up a time to discuss your case.”
“Okay.”
Blake gave her a time and address. “You will be there, won’t you?”
Megan might have demurred. She might have said that he’d have to hold on or that she’d have to check her calendar. She might have said any of these things but the truth was that this was her master talking to her. Maybe not her original master but her master nonetheless and she knew she didn’t have to check anything. “I’ll be there,” she said.
“Excellent, and you won’t be late.”
No, she assured him. No. She wouldn’t be late.
“Good. Then we look forward to seeing you there.”
In spite of those assurances, Megan almost was late. She’d had trouble finding the place and then she’d had trouble finding parking and then she’d even had trouble finding the room but she’d told her master she wasn’t going to be late and she wasn’t.
The room that she was being let into was big and almost dark. Almost dark that is except for the sturdy wooden table and the two chairs at the table that were positioned to face the door. These were bathed in light. Her master met her as soon as she came in. “Megan,” he said. “So glad that you could make it.” He motioned to one of the chairs. “Won’t you please take a seat. We’re still waiting for someone else.”
Megan sat as she was directed to do and it was only then after that she began to take note of her surroundings. Her master wasn’t the only man in the room for there was another. He was blond and tall and Megan couldn’t help but think of him as being Scandinavian.
These were the two men in the center of the room but as her eyes adjusted to the light, she became aware that there were other men in the room, other men standing against the wall. Not doing anything. Just standing. Or maybe waiting.
And as Megan sat there, there came a timid knock at the door and the blond man moved to answer it and moments later, he was ushering another woman into the room.
Both women seemed to recognize the other at the same time. “You,” Marci roared. “You hit me.”
Megan was up and out of her chair “You were driving too slow,” Megan tried to rationalize. “You were driving like an old lady.”
“I was not. I was driving the speed limit.”
“Yeah. Says you.”
“Yeah. Says me.”
“Silence,” roared dark-haired Blake.
“Ladies, please,” his counterpart said. “Calm yourselves.”
What had seemed almost certain to deteriorate into a cat-fight was becoming calmer by the moment.
“Won’t you please sit down,” said the darker Blake.
“Please,” his counterpart agreed.
With one or two more rueful glares at the other woman, each one finally and reluctantly took her seat.
“That’s better,” said dark Blake. “Now we’ve reviewed your claims and quite honestly, we’re having some trouble picking a winner. On the one hand, we have tits,” he said with a wave in Megan’s direction.
“And on the other hand,” continued lighter Blake, “we have ass,” and here he indicated Marci. “As much as we’d like to see the both of you move on, regrettably only one can go forward.”
Both women were listening with what seemed like rapt attention and neither seemed inclined to say anything at all.
“By the time she leaves,” said dark Blake, “Megan here doesn’t just have an outstanding rack but she’ll have an even better butt to go with those tits.”
“And Marci here won’t just have the outstanding butt that she’s always wished for but she’ll have some bouncing boobies to go with that ass.”
“But as we said, only one girl can go on. The other one stays and services all of the men in this room until there’s not a man here who wants anything more from her. Is that understood?”
Both women nodded.
“The winner then is the girl who gets the guy to come on her most prominent asset,” said dark Blake. “So for Megan here, she’s going to want me to cum all over her tits.”
“And for Marci here, she’s going to want me to cum all over her butt. Is that understood?”
Again, both women nodded.
“The first one to get it wins.”
“The first order of business is for you ladies to show us your best feature. Megan, would you like to start?”
Megan looked for a moment and then she stood. It was important to do what your master said. She took off her blouse and her hands squeezed her tits. She liked the way the men were looking at her. She liked the way they were looking at her tits and suddenly she knew what she wanted to do. She jiggled her tits. She wanted to give these guys a show.
Marci couldn’t help but see what the other girl was doing and she had no intent to let the other girl get the best of her. If she did let the other girl get the best of her then people would think she was stupid and besides, what did the other girl have. Sure, she had a nice rack but that was all she had. She didn’t have the kind of ass that Marci had and Marci was determined to make sure that the guys all realized it. She hiked up her skirt a bit. Not too fast of course. She needed to make sure the guys all were watching.
She stroked her hand over her bottom. She tapped her hand against her bottom and then lightly spanked it before giving her ass a hard smack and then she stroked her bottom as if trying to ease the pain that her hand had given her. She knew the guys were watching her and she loved it.
“We’ve got a couple of real winners here,” said the one Blake to the other.
“Yep. You know what I think.”
“What’s that?”
“I think we should fuck them.”
Apparently the other Blake must have thought the same thing because it wasn’t long before the two women each found themselves in the very same position, each of them sitting naked on a wooden chair, each of them with her pussy pushed right to the edge of the seat and each of them with her legs in the air as her very own Blake pounded away at her wet and willing pussy.
“Fuck me,” Megan pleaded.
“No,” Marci said. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
“No, Megan argued. “I want to be fucked harder.”
The two men were groaning now and it was clear that each was on the verge of cumming in the wet and willing pussy that he’d been fucking and almost at the same time, each man pulled out and it seemed as if when they did, their partners knew exactly what it was that these men wanted them to do.
Megan slid off the chair and she knelt in front of her man and in between turns of sucking him off, she’d beg him to cum on her tits because as she put it, she needed him to cum on her tits. She needed it so very bad.
Marci wasn’t about to be outdone but the other woman. She draped herself over the back of the chair and she let her luscious body twitch in front of her Blake. “Come on,” she moaned. “Come on. Fuck me. Just remember I need you to cum on my ass.”
“I need you to cum on my tits,” her counterpart said.
“Fuck me,” the other one said.
“Fuck me more,” cried out her contemporary.
It was inevitable. With as much as the two women were begging to be fucked, it was inevitable that both men were bond to cum and so it was that both men came at nearly the same time, one splashing his cum all over one woman’s tits even as the other had shy his load ll over the other woman’s butt.
Both women had achieved their goals but which one had got it first?
Suddenly, Megan rushed the other girl and she pressed her cum-covered tits up against Marci’s. “Here you go,” the busty brunette said. “Here you go. Now you’re going to know what real tits feel like.”
It only took a startled Marci a few moments to recover but then she was reaching back behind her and she was scooping the cum up off her ass and then she was reaching around and rubbing the cum into the other girl’s butt. “And I can’t wait to see you when this gets bigger,” she said. “I can’t wait to see you with a real butt.”
Both were going to get what they wanted but the question still remained. Who was going to walk out of that room and who was going to stay behind and service all of those cocks.