Chapter 35: Chapter 35: The Grand Finale
Settled on the bed, Vicki sat astride Ethan, her cunt wet and eager to take him in again, though she looked kinda drowsy.
Her body leaned forward, her big, heavy tits dangling right over Ethan’s face as she slowly slid down onto his hard cock. Vicki’s rock-hard nipples brushed Ethan’s mouth, a blatant tease.
"Suck my tits while I fuck you, Ethan," she demanded in a slightly winded voice. He didn’t hesitate, latching on, sucking and nibbling her nipples with raw eagerness. Vicki moaned in pure pleasure, riding up and down his pole, her firm, round ass churning in sensual circles.
Despite the exhaustion, she didn’t want to leave Ethan unsatisfied, so she grit her teeth, focused on finishing the job while thinking, "After this, I’m gonna need a serious vacation."
Ethan grabbed Vicki’s ass cheeks hard, pulling them apart, instantly revealing her tempting, pink asshole. "I wanna fuck your ass, Vicki," he growled, his voice thick with raw lust.
"Go for it, but eat my pussy first," she shot back, moving up so her cunt was right over Ethan’s face. He dove in, licking and sucking with fervour, his tongue exploring every single crease and corner, savoring her juices. Vicki ground herself against his face, moaning and gasping with pleasure, her thighs starting to tremble.
Finally, Vicki couldn’t hold back anymore. With a grunt, her body began to shake violently as she released huge amounts of fluid, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Vicki collapsed on top of him, her breath heavy, her body slick with sweat. Every sensitive part of her screamed for mercy from the sheer overload of pleasure.
"Thanks, System, for giving me the stamina to handle this goddess," Ethan thought, smiling with satisfaction.
[It’s nothing, it’s nothing. You’re crushing it, champ. Keep this up and you’re in for some big surprises,] the System replied, chuckling.
Ethan, still raging hard, decided to explore Vicki’s ass. "I want to fuck your ass, Vicki," he repeated, more decided this time. Vicki smiled mischievously and flipped over onto all fours, offering him a perfect view of her asshole.
"Go ahead, but be careful. It’s your first time," she warned, giving him a wink.
Ethan positioned himself behind her, his pole hard and ready. At first, he thought it would be too tight, like screwing a piece of rubber, but as he slid in, he realized he was dead wrong. Vicki whimpered, not in pain, but in pleasure. Ethan moved slowly, savoring every sensation. The System whispered in his mind:
[She’s sold that ass several times already, so don’t be surprised if you enjoy it way more than you expected.]
And it was true. Ethan was shocked at how good it felt, how warm and wet Vicki was inside. He moved with more confidence, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Vicki moaned and gasped, urging him on.
"Harder, Ethan. Fuck me harder," she pleaded, and he obeyed, increasing the rhythm and intensity. The sound of their bodies smacking together filled the room, mixing with their moans and gasps.
Finally, Ethan hit his climax, his body convulsing as he came deep inside Vicki’s ass. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and drenched in sweat, but completely satisfied.
"Thanks, Vicki. That was unbelievable," Ethan murmured, kissing her back.
Vicki laughed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "It was my pleasure, Ethan. I hope you enjoy your new mansion."
"I will, Vicki. I will," Ethan replied, stroking her firm ass as she slowly lifted herself off the bed, their bodies still sticky with the fluids of their passion.
icki started putting her clothes back on, fast and professional, without missing a beat. She didn’t forget the contract either. She grabbed the folder from the nightstand and placed it right in front of Ethan, who was still sprawled out in the sheets.
Ethan just grinned at her. "Ain’t no need to be so distrustful, you know," he teased.
Vicki gave him a pointed look, adjusting her garter belt. "Business is business, Mr. Blake. Just sign right here."
Ethan chuckled, picked up the pen, and scrawled his signature—the final seal on the $150 million mansion. He handed the folder back.
"Thanks for the service, Vicki," Ethan said, a sincere appreciation in his voice. "I mean, the tour."
Vicki tucked the signed contract safely under her arm. She didn’t bother to deny the obvious. "Anytime you wanna repeat that tour, you’ve got my card," she said, her smile sharp and knowing. "But don’t forget this: Be at the MIT Admissions Building tomorrow morning at ten sharp. Ask for Dean Alexandria. She’s expecting you."
"I won’t miss it," Ethan promised. "I’ll be there, no sweat."
Victoria leaned down one last time. She gave him a hard, quick kiss on the mouth, tasting faintly of sweat and champagne. "Anything else, you call me, handsome."
With that, Victoria Sterling, the seven-million-dollar commission secured and her professional duty done, turned and walked out the door.
She didn’t make it far.
Just outside the bedroom, where the plush carpet met the marble floor of the hallway, Victoria’s legs wobbled, and she stumbled, hitting the ground hard on her knees.
"Fuck! That little shit hit me too damn hard," she thought, wincing as a sharp pain shot up from her pelvis. "My pussy hurts like hell. I won’t be able to handle sex for a solid week after this. That damn kid looks all simple and delicate, but the weapon he’s got between his legs? It ain’t no fucking joke."
A slow, wry smile spread across her face even as the pain lingered. "Though, I wouldn’t mind coming back in a week for some more of that ’maintenance,’ hehe."
Victoria let out a soft, low laugh at her own expense.
Two guards, positioned discreetly down the hall, rushed over and helped her up immediately. The Head of Security, a large man with a stern face, had been out of sight during the entire sex session, but he’d heard enough to know the tour had been... thorough. His job was simply to wait for her, ensure her security, and act if there were any issues.
"Are you alright, Ms. Sterling? Permit me to assist you," the chief guard said, his face carefully blank as he offered a steadying arm.
Victoria smoothed down her skirt, recovering her perfect professional composure in seconds. She gave him a tired, yet dazzling smile.
"Perfectly fine, thank you. Just a long day."
Tucking the signed contract securely under her arm, Victoria Sterling, the seven-million-dollar commission secured and her professional duty done, walked out the front door, leaving Ethan alone in his new, massive, and very messy mansion.