My Son the Gigolo Pt. 02

"Why don't the guards keep the man out?!"

"Because the women love his big dick," Amina said in a crude tone.

"Amina!" Marsha chided, slapping her daughter's thigh.

"What it's true, you know it, and I know it, no reason to keep it from her. She'll hear about it eventually from someone else," Amina stated, shrugging her shoulders.

"Come on, no dick is that good that the wives of these men would throw away their marriages," Idin uttered in disbelief. Although she would be hypocritical if she didn't put herself in that column, yet she threw her first marriage away because of love and money.

"Guess you've never been fucked by a cock that's four inches thick, have you? And trust me, that man knows how to use what God gave him," Marsha stated truthfully.

"That's just..."

"Trust me, Idin, it's possible," Trish said, leaning back in her seat. "You don't forget that man once he's been hilt deep inside of you," she uttered in a dreamy tone.

"Have you?!"

"We all have," Brie stated, recounting their first time together. "Don't look so shocked, Idin; most of the women here are on their second or third marriages and thought of as nothing more than a trophy by their husbands; it's the same for us," she said, gesturing to Marsha and Trish. "Well, except for Trish, she's still on her first husband, but he's a workaholic, always jetting off somewhere. Always banging some woman in whatever city he's in. So we ladies thought, why not turn the tables on them since they care not to keep their dicks where they belong. Why Marsha told you to stay away from the man, because once you have that monster deep inside of you, you'll forget all about your husband," Brie spoke, lightly patting Idin's hand.

"We're going to go get changed and head to the mall for a bit," Amina said, placing a kiss on her mother's cheek, smelling Drake's cum lingering on her skin.

Amina peered into Drake's room, surprised to find the door unlocked once she, Janet, and Mikaela had changed into their clothes. Becky opted to stay home, citing she was rather worn out from their time in the pool. Whether or not that was true, Amina couldn't say, wondering if her friend was coming down with something or that maybe her friend was sexually frustrated as she was being denied the cock she's been wanting since she found out who Dante really was. Biting her lip, watching how his chest rose and fell as the sheet that covered him hid his lower half from view. Knowing she was going to fuck him one way or the other; even if she had to dip into her trust fund to make it happen, she would. She knew her mother had a 'date' with Drake on Friday; she's been talking about it nonstop ever since she had gotten confirmation from the Agency that Drake had accepted her request. Wondering if she could talk her mother into letting her tag along. Shaking her head, knowing her mother, she would shut her down in a heartbeat. Her mother didn't like to share, and when it came to Drake, she knew how possessive she was of her time with him. Silently shutting his door so as not to disturb him, she didn't want to ruin his sleep when he had most likely just fallen asleep.

"Okay, which one of your parents is going out of town soon?"

"Becky said something about having to watch Regan while her mom went with her dad so he could finalize some deal like the Monday after next, I think, why?" Janet asked, starting up her car that they had all rode in to Becky's place. Seeing Amina's huge grin on her lips as she peered at her friend in her rear-view mirror.

"Because I have a plan for us to finally have what our mothers have constantly been bragging about," Amina stated with a conniving grin on her lips, feeling her pussy throbbing at the thought of finally having Drake between her legs.

******

"Holy?!" Drake scrambled back as a tiny face filled his groggy eyes. "Bloody nearly gave me a heart attack, you little gremlin," he grumbled; however, he did not find her sweet, innocent laugh all that sweet or innocent, at least not in his half-asleep state of mind. Hearing feet rushing towards his room, Becky's reddish-brown hair was flying each and every way as her unsupported breasts bounced beneath her shirt.

"I'm sorry about that, Drake, Regan can be quite sneaky when she wants to be," Becky said, plucking her sister off of Drake's bed. "She just really likes you," she stated, to which Regan nodded along. "It's just been Regan and me for the past year and a half, with Mom and Dad attending every dinner or function they can. We've bonded, haven't we, you little troublemaker." Smiling at her sister, who was wearing her own toothy grin. "I'm sorry she woke you up; it kind of gets lonely here when the two of them are off in their own little world. I'll let you get back to sleep."

"What time is it anyway?" Drake mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"About seven o'clock."

"Nah, had to get up anyway," Drake yawned as he checked the time, which read 6:40 on his phone's screen.

"Drake, can I ask you something?" Becky spoke in a soft tone as she sank down onto the bed as Regan held onto her shirt.

"Hmm?"

"If Mom and the others hadn't come out earlier today, how far would you have gone with them?"

"Hard to say; guess we'll never know," Drake uttered with a shrug.

"But you were flirting, and you even made Mikaela suck you to completion," Becky whispered the last part so her parents wouldn't hear.

"So?" Drake asked with an arched eyebrow. "She's eighteen; she's old enough to make her own choices. She could have chosen not to do that, yet she did. Why don't you ask her why she did it in the first place?"

"Because I'm asking you," Becky said, puffing out her cheeks, which Regan quickly deflated. "Because you aren't the same boy I knew growing up. You didn't have that," waving her hand up and down his chest, "four years ago, you weren't this suave man as they call you. You had to know that was going to happen, right?"

"Yeah, had a feeling; it's not the first blowjob I had in public before," Drake admitted, seeing the genuine shock in her eyes when he said that.

"You really let women do that?!"

"What's the fascination with my love life?" Drake asked, leaning back against the headboard, bending his left knee to hide his manhood from her view.

"Because I don't have one," Becky mumbled low.

"Why not? You're attractive," noticing how she was blushing like mad as she dropped her chin, "I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem finding someone to date."

"Yeah, but the guys around here come off too shallow and too entitled. It just kills the mood, you know?" Becky uttered low as she glanced out of the corner of her eye at him. "Plus, I'm not very good at it, I've only had sex one time, and that was before I left with Mom and Dad, and it wasn't even that good."

"Ah, and you don't know if you'll be any better if you did such with someone else. Is that what I'm getting out of this?" Drake asked, seeing how she weakly nodded. His eyes glanced to the door, hearing footsteps approaching.

"Oh?!" Idin uttered in surprise, seeing Drake already awake, wondering why Becky was in his room. "I was just coming to wake you up."

"Regan beat you to it," Becky stated, smiling at her mother.

"I see. Did you wake your brother up, huh?" Idin spoke in a warm motherly voice as she took Regan from Becky. "Becky, don't bother your brother for too long, he has to get ready for work, and you need a bath," she said, lightly tickling Regan's stomach as she walked down the hall to the master bedroom that rested on the other side of the house.

"Close the door and lock it," Drake directed, noticing the startlement in Becky's eyes at his words. "You want to get better, yes?" Seeing her nod her answer, "Well, the only way you're going to get better is with practice," he stated, lowering his leg as he cast his sheet off his body, showing his half-sister his naked lower half. "And the best way to practice is with someone willing to teach you. Now I'm willing; the question is, are you prepared to go that far?" Drake asked in a seductive tone.

"But... but..."

"No buts, either you want to, or you don't. There are no buts. I'm just a man, and you're just a woman. That's all that matters right now," Drake said, watching how her eyes were transfixed on his manhood as it began to harden under her gaze. "The door," he ordered; his eyes followed her as she leapt from the bed, silently closed the door, and turned the lock.

"W-w-what do you want me to do?" Becky asked nervously.

"First, I want you to take a breath and relax. Come sit," patting the spot beside him, "there's no need for you to be nervous, Beck, you're not doing anything yet, just staring at my cock," noting how red her face was getting, "I take it you've never seen one so... large before?" Drake asked, her hair brushing along her back as she shook her head.

"He was nowhere near your size," Becky spoke, swallowing hard. "Don't you hurt women with that thing?!" Feeling herself smiling at Drake's chuckle.

"No, I'm not in the business of hurting women, Becky. It's why I learned how to eat pussy so well. You just can't shove this thing in them and not expect something to tear," Drake stated, gesturing down to his cock. "You have to prepare them beforehand, or you'll cause the woman pain and maybe days of healing, and if that's the case, she'll remember that and shy away from those that failed to heed her words."

"What do you mean prepare them?" Becky asked in an innocent tone as she brushed strands of her hair behind her ear.

"Touching them, sucking on them, playing with them, that sort of thing."

"W-w-would you want to touch me?" Becky stammered bashfully.

"Do you want me to?"

"Maybe, we really didn't know what we were doing then, so I wasn't really all that wet..."

"You've never had someone go down on you?" Drake asked, arching an eyebrow when she shook her head. "Would you want me to taste you?"

"Please," Becky whispered weakly.

"Relax," Drake said softly as he noted her trepidation as his right hand gently caressed her left cheek as he pulled her closer to him. "I'm not going to hurt you," he spoke in a confident tone. Feeling how anxious she was as their lips touched, how she gradually softened as he showed her the skill he had earned from his years as a gigolo. Noticing how firm and full her breasts were as he fondled her through her shirt. Keeping her mind focused on his lips while his hand explored her body. Noting how her legs opened, allowing his fingers access to her womanhood. Feeling her trembling against him as he teased her covered labia. Watching how she was slowly giving in to the pleasure she felt building within her body. How her hips were starting to rock on instinct, to how her mound was steadily growing hotter by the second. "Take off your shorts," Drake commanded in a tone that wasn't hard yet spoke his years of experience. "Cute," he said, noting her strawberry-printed panties.

"Thanks," Becky responded, mentally smacking herself at how corny her reply was.

"You might want to get a pillow ready?" Drake warned as he moved to kneel between her legs. Noticing how her reddish-brown bush dominated her mons Venus.

"Why?"

"To muffle your moans, unless you want them to hear you screaming when you orgasm because that is going to happen," Drake said confidently.

Becky's hand quickly darted out to the right of her, grabbing the pillow he had been sleeping on as she felt the stirrings of her orgasm rapidly approaching. She had thought the rumor was just that, a rumor, yet as Drake's tongue explored her hairy cunt, she nearly lost herself to the pleasure she's never felt before. It was a far different kind of pleasure she normally got from fingering herself. She's never felt herself getting so wet and so quickly before. Burying her face into the pillow as she screamed out in ecstasy. Feeling her juices just gushing out of her as her body quaked from her very first massive orgasm.

"Want another?" Drake asked in a sinful tone.

"Y-Yes," Becky uttered from beneath the pillow. Lifting up her shirt so he could see what her breasts looked like, she thought it was only fitting since she had seen him naked and how he was currently between her legs. Her thighs locked Drake's head in place as once again she came hard upon that tongue of his. Breathing heavily beneath the pillow, feeling Drake sliding out from between her legs as her body was racked with the aftershocks. Her eyes went wide when Drake lifted the pillow from her face, and his hard, pulsating cock was no less than three inches from her face.

"Suck it," Drake ordered. "Only take in as much as you can. Don't try to overcompensate for your lack of experience. You'll only hurt yourself if you do," he stated, taking hold of her hair, not to dominate her, or control her, but to show her the correct way to suck a man off, that men enjoy feeling. "No teeth use your lips, tongue, your neck, and the movement of your head, but never teeth. You wouldn't want me to scrape my teeth along your clit, would you? A cock is just as sensitive as your clit is. Yeah, there you go," he directed, watching how her cheeks sunk in as her lips molded to the shape of his rod. "There's no shame in using your hands, Becky, if you can't handle all of the man you're with at any given moment." Seeing how those aquamarine eyes were staring up at him as he spoke. "Keep going. I'm all most there; I take it you've never swallowed before." Nodding in understanding at her muffled 'Nuh-uh' that escaped from around his cock. "Do you want to try, or should I get that towel that's still on the floor?"

"I want to try; you ate me out; only fair I taste you, too," Becky said, taking a break, giving her jaw time to relax, and wiping her drool from her chin. Returning his rod back to her mouth, wanting to please him just as much as he had pleased her. Now she understood why her friends were so gaga over her brother. If he was like that with everyone's pussy, she could understand why her friends were so blatant when they were lounging beside the pool. "You ready?" Seeing how she blinked twice, watching how her eyes twitched at her first taste of a man's cum. Rubbing her back as she coughed into her hand to muffle the sound so as not to alert their father. "If you don't want to do that, you just tell whomever you're with to cum on your tits or stomach, alright? You don't have to swallow if you can't stand the taste of it."

"Can we try that again?" Becky asked, eager to prove herself.

"Not at the moment; I have to shower and get ready to leave," Drake said, wrapping his damp towel around his waist so he could walk to the bathroom without appearing to be insensitive to the women living in that house.

"But when you come back to visit? Can we?"

"Sure, if you want," Drake stated, wondering how his mother would take the news that he was corrupting his sister, at least that's what his father would say anyway. Looking down when Becky took hold of his wrist.

"Drake, do you think you could fuck a pussy like mine?" Becky asked, the need to be seen as a woman, to feel wanted and desired, burned in her eyes as she spread her legs, showing off how wet her mound was.

"Until you begged me to stop," Drake uttered in a seductive tone as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead before walking out the door.

"Drake?" Mario's voice came through the closed door as Drake was nearly ready to leave for that evening.

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

"I'm decent."

Whistling as he entered the room, noting how well Drake's navy blue suit jacket hugged his shoulders and conformed to his chest. Noticing how his gold, engraved cufflinks glinted in the light as Drake fastened them to his shirt. "You have to tell me where you're getting your suits. I've never seen such workmanship off the rack," Mario spoke, heaping his praise onto his son.

"Because these are custom-made suits," Drake stated truthfully, taking his father by surprise.

"No wonder they look so good; they must have cost you a pretty penny."

"Small business expense that I have to indulge in from time to time," Drake said offhandedly.

"So, is this place here in the city?"

"Yes."

"You going to tell me, or am I going to have to pull it out of you?" Mario asked in a warm, fatherly tone.

"Look up Fior Bespoke in Google. That's where I buy mine from," Drake said, sliding his phone and money clip into the left inside pocket of his suit jacket. It wasn't lost on him that his father's eyes widened at the sight of the amount of one hundred dollar bills that were held within his clip.

"And those cufflinks, where do you find them? You know, since I took the Vice President spot, I have to project a certain air. If the employees see that I'm doing well, that means the company is doing well, and they'll be more focused on work than if they'll be out of a job, you know what I mean?"

"Try Montblanc or King Jewelers; they have some pretty good selections," Drake stated as he buttoned the first button of his jacket.

"You know, if you have time, we still have leftovers from dinner if you need something to eat before you head out," Mario offered.

"Can't, meeting a client for dinner at The Chief and I on Ninth here in... half an hour," Drake said, checking the time on his Aqua Master. Noticing how his father was staring at the diamonds that surrounded the face of his watch. He was being flashy for a reason. To show his father he'd made something of himself without his influence or his backing and that he would continue on that path until he aged out of being a gigolo.

"I've never been there before; you'll have to tell me how it is," Mario lied; he wondered if his son was lying to him.

"You should; their rabbit is pretty good; you should try it sometime," Drake stated, patting his father's arm, carrying his bags in his left hand as he walked down the hall.

"Holy shit, he wasn't fucking lying; their rabbit is delicious!" Mario cursed in his mind at the realization of what that meant. Noting how Drake stopped in his tracks when Regan jumped into his path before he turned into the foyer, holding her outstretched arms to him. Noticing how Drake moved his right arm, knowing what his son was doing, he had done so most of his professional life when he unbuttoned his own suit jacket as Drake squatted down. Watching how Regan gave Drake a big ol' kiss on his right cheek before Idin took hold of Regan's hand, telling her Drake had to go to work when she started to make a fuss.

"Honey, I think Drake's loaded," Mario stated once Drake was out the front door.

"Why do you say that?" Idin asked, confused.

"Besides the fact he was carrying around about two or three grand on him, he's got at least that in the watch and cufflinks he's wearing, and I don't want to know how much that suit cost him," Mario stated, listing off what he had seen.

"Come on, Mario, that can't be right; how can a college boy have that kind of money?"

"I don't even want to know, but I do know he told me his suits are custom made, and that's not cheap." Nodding his head at Idin's gaping mouth. "Not only that, he's meeting a client of his at The Chief and I on Ninth for dinner. I don't have to tell you how expensive and how sought-after reservations are for that place, do I?"

"Well, if he does have that much money, we need to get him thinking about investing some of it, so he'll have something to fall back on when he retires. I know if we get him started now, he'll be a millionaire by the time he retires," Idin said in a motherly voice as she led her daughter and husband back into the den.

Chapter Six

"Drake, Drake," Iliana cooed lightly into her son's ear, who had spooned her the moment he got home last night. "Baby, it's time to get up," she said sweetly as she caressed her lover's face. "Come on, Cybil will be here soon," Iliana stated, shaking her son awake. "Poor sleepy head, you can sleep in the car," she uttered, pushing Drake's weary body out of their bed. "I'll make you some coffee," Iliana spoke as she neared the door, watching and hearing his rather loud yawn. How she couldn't wait to be out of the city with only him, not counting Cybil and what they had planned on doing that night. Still, it would be their first out-of-town trip together where she could finally show off the man who had won her heart.