My Son the Gigolo Pt. 02

"You must have really pushed yourself to get into such great shape," Trish praised, containing her glee at finally being able to be seen in an informal setting with him.

"Oh, I do spend far too much time in the gym; some days, it just feels like I live there."

"I know what you mean; I read in a magazine somewhere that if you exercise at night, you're likely to burn off more calories; I wonder if that's true," Trish said, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air. Her index finger lightly rested over his pulse, feeling its steady beat on her fingertip, the same beat she had felt when his cock sat in her mouth.

"Oh? Haven't heard of that; maybe you can direct me to this article. Between you and me..." Drake whispered low, leaning in, causing Trish to unconsciously mirror him, "it kind of feels like I'm being undressed when I'm there. So maybe switching up to nights won't be such a bad idea," he said, while his tone was passive, his eyes held a flirty light within them.

Brie opted for a hug instead of a handshake, which startled not only Drake but Idin as well. "That's my way of welcoming you to the community," Brie said with a warm smile with the underpinnings of want. "I hear you're the step-son; I know how this might be a strain on you," looping her arm around Drake's right, shooting her daughter a smirk, "and I know we only want you to feel comfortable here," she stated, noting how Marsha quickly commanded his right side as she guided Drake to Idin's patio table. "So, if you ever, and I mean ever, need someone to talk to, please, don't hesitate to call on me," Brie purred, leaning into him. "Dante." The name left her lips in a whisper as her lips tickled his left ear.

"That's right, Brie; we want everyone here at Garden Hills to feel like they're a part of one big family," Marsha cooed, pressing her breasts into Drake's right arm as her fingers skimmed along his back. "I'll make sure to keep a very close eye on you to ensure you're settling in here without any trouble."

"Drake, what do you say?" Idin asked, giving him a motherly look. She had thought they would be a bit too snobby for Drake's liking, yet it appeared they were going out of their way to welcome Drake into the fold. Pondering if this would give her a leg up in luring Drake away from Iliana and making him see she could be a better mother to him than Iliana ever was.

"Well, ladies, your welcome is most heartening to hear. I have to admit all this," waving to his surroundings, "is a bit daunting," Drake said, playing up his act.

"And we'll be sure to help you to fit into Garden Hills," Trish cooed from behind him. Casting Marsha a taunting look as her hands took command of Drake's ass. Drooling in her mind as she recounted the last time she had it in her hands. It was in the back of the limo that Winters Agency uses once the function she had attended was over. How her moans were filling the rear of the vehicle as his driver looped around the city to give her the much-needed time to have her way with the man and that orgasmic cock of his.

"Amina, do bring Drake's glass over here so we may get to know this young man," Marsha called out to her daughter. Seeing the scowl on her daughter's lips, knowing they had foiled their plans to make headway with Drake, or as they knew him as Dante. How her heart was trembling at the smirk, that same sly, sinful smirk Drake always wore when they were together as he peered over his right shoulder as Trish palmed his ass.

"Here, Drake," Amina said from behind him. Her eyes instinctively glanced down; the image of his erect cock flashed before her eyes. How she just wanted it in her mouth, more importantly, in her eager pussy. She knew if she could just get her lips, both sets, wrapped around that pole of his, she would be in Heaven. Although, she had a feeling she would become addicted to his cock. Her grey eyes flickered up, centering on his when his fingers brushed along hers. Amina fought herself from getting aroused in front of her mother and the others, yet she couldn't help it as she felt her nipples hardening beneath her top as those sinful eyes of his gazed at her. "Just remember, we invited you to this party, so don't forget about us," she cooed, winking at him before turning around, putting some swagger into the sway of her ass. Hoping he was watching how her black, metallic, mini o ring, cut out bikini moved with her ass. Also hoping it gave him some idea of the delights she could bring him when Drake was between her legs. A sultry smile formed on her lips as she peered over her shoulder, noting how he was sipping his wine as he watched her sauntering back to her lounger.

"So tell us, how does a young man like yourself come to enjoy the taste of a good wine?" Trish asked as they all, minus Drake, sat around Idin's patio table.

"Well... I don't know if that story is appropriate for such a setting as we find ourselves in," Drake uttered in a charming tone as his eyes held a devious light in them as he peered over the rim of his glass at her as he took a sip.

"We're all adults here; I don't see the harm in speaking candidly, do you?" Marsha asked, looking at the three of them.

"As long as it isn't too sordid, I too would like to know how and why you'd rather have wine than beer as the college kids enjoy?" Idin asked in a curious tone.

"See, I know this rather charming, intelligent woman, whose legs just go on forever," seeing how Trish's cheeks were heating given how it was about her, "at first I thought wine tasted awful, but that's coming from a boy who then just lost his virginity, who knew nothing of the world around him. She took me under her wing, granted I didn't put up much of a fuss about it, what horny boy would," seeing the lust in Trish's eyes as she watched how the pad of his index finger trailed along the rim of his glass, "over time, she taught me how to savor it, to look beyond the acidic taste, to enjoy the essences that the winemakers impart into it," Drake said in an alluring tone.

"And this woman, are you still seeing her?" Trish asked, knowing full well he would be given how she had booked him for Thursday.

"As much as her busy schedule allows."

"Are there any other women out there that have played a part in your advancement on the world stage?" Marsha asked, her fingers lightly danced up the back of Drake's right knee.

"There are, but I doubt they would be pleased if I spoke so openly about the qualities I find most attractive in them," Drake spoke in an apologetic voice.

"Surely, there must be something you can share with us that wouldn't break the trust they placed in you," Marsha said, her grey eyes danced in their wanton light as she peered up at him.

"There is this one brunette I know of who's far smarter than she lets on. It's always amusing to watch how whenever we're out, and some gentlemen think they could pull the wool over her eyes with some suave moves, or lack thereof, on their part, she gets this little light in her eye like the predator in her moves in for the kill, then well, I've never seen a grown man slink away like that in my life. It was rather amusing to watch," Drake spoke, fighting to hide his smile as he peered down at Marsha, whose eyes had a twinkle in them when they both knew he was talking about her.

"I'm sure there are other women you've been with that've left a lasting impression on you," Brie said, leaning back in her seat, crossing her legs. Showing off her silky, chocolate thighs that she knew he loved having wrapped around him.

"Oh, there are. Indeed there are," Drake nodded.

"Go on, regale us with your youthful exploits," Brie waved him on, eager to hear what he thought of her.

"Well, there is this one enticing woman I know," seeing Brie's eyes light up when his eyes slyly glanced at her, "even with my time in Italy, I could never find someone that could move her hips like she can on the dancefloor. There were a few times when we went out to a club or upscale bar where we were nearly thrown out of the establishment because it practically looked like we were having sex on the dancefloor. Not that I minded, really, don't think she minded either, if you know what I mean," Drake uttered, flashing Brie a flirty smile.

"So you've been to Italy?" Trish spoke; that was not something she knew about.

"I have; spent a year and a half there studying in my college's 'study abroad' program," Drake nodded, taking another sip of his wine.

"And while you were there, did you happen to learn their language?" Trish asked, wondering if she could take him with her when she traveled to the branch there for her business.

"Before, actually."

"You're telling me you really learned another language?" Idin asked in disbelief.

"I did."

"Dio, ti voglio così male in questo momento. Se hai infilato la mano nei miei pantaloncini, sentirai quanto sono bagnato per te (God, I want you so bad right now. If you stuck your hand into my shorts, you'll feel how wet I am for you)," Trish purred as she leaned forward on the table.

"Perché aspettare la prossima settimana, quando inizia il quartetto? (Why wait for next week, when does the foursome start?)" Drake asked, responding in kind.

"No-uh, sai che voglio solo te e solo tu, (Nah-uh, you know I only want you and you alone)," Trish uttered, her eyes held their hunger in them as his fluent Italian filled her ears.

"Non posso incolpare un uomo per aver provato (Can't blame a man for trying)," Drake said with a smile on his lips.

"Tu, permetterò di farla franca, perché mi scopi così fottutamente bene. Sai, quando devo dormire con quell'uomo, tu sei l'uomo a cui penso solo per scendere. Non riesco nemmeno più a sentirlo. Hai rovinato la mia figa; è meglio che te ne assuma la responsabilit�, (You, I will allow to get away with that, because you fuck me so fucking well. You know, when I have to sleep with that man, you're the man I think of just to get off. I can't even feel him anymore. You've ruined my pussy; you better take responsibility for it)," Trish said, fighting herself from rubbing her thighs together. Knowing that would only make her already wet pants noticeable on the seat of her shorts.

"Vedo, vedo, sarò sicuro di farti urlare il mio nome una dozzina di volte prima delle notti, (I see, I see, I'll be sure to make you scream my name a dozen of times before the nights over)," Drake mused before tipping up his glass and finishing up his wine.

"I'll look forward to it," Trish stated as she slowly spun her glass between her fingers. Seeing how the three of them were looking between the two of them wondering what they had just spoken about.

"Well, ladies, I'm getting a little toasty; I think I'm going to go for a dip; it was lovely meeting the three of you," Drake said in a polite tone.

"As well as it was our pleasure in meeting you, Drake," Marsha cooed up to him as her fingers ran down his thigh below the table so Idin wouldn't see.

"Come on, Drake, show us what you can do?!" Janet taunted as she, along with the others, watched on as he walked along the diving board.

"God, I just want to lick those muscles," Mikaela moaned low as Drake brought his arms out.

"You had his dick in your mouth; you go back to the end of the line," Amina chided playfully, keeping her voice low, so their parents didn't hear them. Wondering what kind of dive he would be doing as Drake bounced on the board with his back to the water. Feeling her pussy clenching as she watched how his stomach muscles tightened before he pulled out of his backwards pike. "Do it again!" she shouted out once Drake breached the water's surface.

"Nah-uh, why don't you show me what ya got," Drake taunted, wiggling his eyebrows before moving off to the four-and-a-half-foot mark to give Amina space. Watching how she strutted towards the diving board, making a grand show of displaying her body to him before doing a cannonball, turning his face before the splash caught him in the eyes. His eyes followed how she moved through the water. Arching an eyebrow as she used his body for cover as she slipped the front of his trunks down, exposing his manhood to her eyes. Keeping his face placid as her lips wrapped around his soft member. Seeing that devious grin on her lips as her head breached the water.

"So wha'd'ya think?" Amina taunted all the while she stood on her toes given the height differences between the two.

"Need to tuck your legs in just a bit more to really show off that tight derriere of yours," Drake flirted.

"Oh, liked what you saw, huh?" Amina asked in a sultry tone as she pressed her 38A breasts into his chest. All the while her hand was working his shaft, her eyes glanced over his shoulder, seeing their parents preoccupied with the discussion that was taking place. Slyly moving her bikini to the side, "Don't you like the feel of that better?" she asked as she rubbed his crown along her labia. Her body trembled as she rubbed his mushroom top against her clit. Longing to feel what it would be like deep inside of her. However, given his size, she knew she wouldn't be able to stay quiet, and she so didn't want to. She wanted to scream and moan to the Heavens, letting the world know just whose cock she was cumming on. Grumbling in her mind when her mother peered over at her, knowing she couldn't keep teasing him.

"Drake, it's almost one-thirty; you said you had to take a nap at two before you head into work," Idin called out, noticing how the three women were smiling like they knew something.

"Alright, sorry ladies, but it seems our time is up," Drake said, feeling Janet sliding her pussy down his back as she slid off his shoulders, ending the game of chicken they were playing in the pool.

"Do you have to go?" Mikaela pouted.

"Unfortunately, I do; no rest for the wicked, or so they say," Drake smirked before walking towards the underwater steps. Noting how Marsha's, Trish's, and Brie's eyes were glued to how the water glistened off his chest.

"What time do you need to be up?" Idin asked in a caring tone, all a ploy to gain Drake's trust and drive a wedge between him and Iliana.

"Seven, you ladies, don't stay out too long; such lovely skin shouldn't be allowed to burn," Drake flirted as he walked around the pool to fetch his towel.

"Lo bacierai e lo renderai migliore se lo faro? (Will you kiss it and make it better if I do?)" Trish called out to him; she couldn't take her eyes off his ass at how well his swim trunks clung to it.

"Sì, ma solo se chiedi a tutti i dolci, (Yes, but only if you ask all sweet-like)," Drake replied with that charming tone they knew so well.

"E se volessi portarti in Italia con me? (What if I wanted to take you to Italy with me?)" Trish asked, biting her lip, wanting to be that towel right then, running her tongue up and down his chest. Savoring the man that made her pussy melt with a look.

"Sai chi chiamare, (You know who to call)," Drake stated before entering his father's home.

"If you ladies will excuse me, I need to visit the little girl's room," Marsha said, getting up from her seat after a few minutes after Drake had retired. Not that she needed to use the bathroom, she just couldn't take it anymore. She needed to feel his tongue on her cunt, driving her mad with want like it always did. She couldn't chance them having sex; there was no way her moans wouldn't be heard as Drake buried that cock into her. However, she would settle for the consolation prize. That should hold her until Friday night, she hoped. Seeing her daughter fuming, Amina knew what she was going to do; it was the same thing Amina had planned on before she and the others ruined their chance.

"Drake... or would you prefer Dante?" Marsha cooed as she slipped into his room, noticing his swim trunks hanging to dry in the bathroom she had walked through to get to his room. Watching how his muscles moved as he turned towards her as she shut and locked his door.

"Drake when I'm not on the job," he said, dropping his towel onto the floor, knowing this might happen with one of them. He should have figured it might be Marsha, she had a very high libido, and she wasn't known for her patience when she wanted or needed sex. Although, he was surprised she lasted this long. He had figured he would have been mauled the moment they first came outside. No words needed to be said when they both knew what she wanted. Her moan filled his mouth as his hands slipped beneath her shirt while his tongue rolled within her own. Playing with her breasts just how she liked it when they made out. Watching the elation play across her face as he brought the woman the pleasure she has come to know beneath his touch. He wasn't a highly paid gigolo for nothing. Her grey eyes silently telling him what she needed as she offered no resistance as he pulled her shirt off.

"God, I want you so bad, it was murder watching you parade this body around in front of me, and I couldn't do a thing," Marsha stated as she pressed her bare 32B breasts into Drake's chest.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, how I hated watching them throwing themselves at you when I couldn't do the same when we both know how well I can please this cock," Marsha uttered in a heated tone as she stroked Drake to full hardness. "Drake, I can't be gone long, or Idin will come looking for me. As much as I want this in me, how much would you charge me just to get me off with your tongue."

"Free just this once," Drake spoke in his professional voice as he lightly held her chin. Watching how her eyes quivered as the pad of his thumb ran along Marsha's lower lip.

"Good night, Drake; I'll see you Friday," Marsha cooed sweetly as she walked out of the room on very unsteady legs. Licking the corner of her lip as she walked back outside, gathering up the last remnants of Drake's seed.

"Are you alright, Marsha? You seem a little flushed?" Idin asked; if she didn't know better, she would have said she had just gotten fucked. Yet she wasn't gone long enough for that to happen, at least not to the point to make Marsha look like she was glowing from an orgasm. A very big orgasm, if she had to guess.

"Much better now, thank you for asking," Marsha stated, noting the glares of her friends, who knew exactly what just happened since they, too, knew the skill Drake had with his tongue.

"Ladies, can I ask you something?" Idin whispered, keeping her voice low.

"What about?" Brie asked, peering over at her.

"What do you know about someone named Dante Cole?" Idin asked, keeping how they reacted to that name to herself.

"Why do you ask?" Trish inquired, glancing at her two friends.

"Well, just the other day, Mario and I, along with the girls, were out at the country club, you know, getting to know the people of the community since we'll be living here for some time, and I heard that named mentioned an awful lot. Far too much to be simply passed around, if you know what I mean?"

"You want to know about Dante?" Amina interrupted; she wouldn't endanger Drake; no, she knew if she did, she would never see him again as well as be blacklisted from his agency. No, she just was a little irked that she had yet to have his cum flooding her mouth like she knew the three of them have had that pleasure.

"You know about this Dante Cole?" Idin asked suspiciously.

"We all do," Janet said, drying her hair as she came up from behind Amina. "There isn't a woman in this community that doesn't know who he is, except for you and Becky."

"Then who is he?" Idin uttered, eager to get to the bottom of this mystery.

"Someone you should stay away from," Marsha stated, "if you want to keep your marriage intact, that is."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh, Dante is a renowned womanizer; he's already slept with half of the women in this place that I know of," Brie stated, trying to turn Idin off from finding out who Dante was. She wasn't about to lose access to Drake, not now, not ever!