Chapter 17 - Bull's Eye Views

PHIL HASTINGS

“Tell me you love me,” her sexy voice whispers through the speakers of my new BMW. The car isn’t as big as the 8 series I had at one time, but the leather interior around me still smells showroom fresh. I’m on the up again.

“Come on sweetie,” I sigh as the car crawls along the leafy lane of the caravan site. I’m looking out for Huey’s motor. “You’re not helping here, Shiloh. I’m trying to drive,” I squint through the tinted window again. Outside, the sun is high, and the sky a clear blue. But I bet it’s still cold out there.

“Just tell me,” she says and giggles.

“What about your husband?” I ask in the hope that a reminder she’s fucking married might back her up a bit. I only saw the girl on Saturday at Traders.

“He’s right here,” she says again and her voice turns thick.

“So should you be talking that way in front of him?” Dirty girl. I peer at the plot away to my left, a couple of kids playing together on the decking. I’m sure this is the right area, it’s not that big of a site. His van’s got to be close. He said fourth one on the left-hand side.

I keep moving.

“He likes me to talk this way with you. I love you Phil. Now you tell me.”

“Shiloh baby, look I gotta go. I’ll call you,” I shake my head and hang up. She’s a great fuck and smart too, but jeez, not when I’m lost.

I pass Huey’s SUV before I recognize it in my rearview mirror. Probably because there was another motor close to it. Someone else is here too? I thought it would be just him and me. Maybe Grace and her husband didn’t leave yet. He mentioned they were holidaying there at some point.

I visualize the auburn-haired Scarlett Johanson look-a-like again. I haven’t seen that hottie in a while.

I reverse back and pull up next to whoever’s Ford it is, and then get out.

“Bro!” the bearded Huey in a sloppy green hoodie comes across his decking to meet me.

“Hey H,” I grin and shake his hand.

“Saw you idle past a moment ago,” he says, still shaking mine, “I was coming out to wave you back but you beat me to it.”

“Grace and Spens still here?” I nod at the Ford.

“They’re inside, just packing ready to leave,” Huey nudges his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a knuckle. He beckons me to follow him past a table and chairs on the creaking wood decking and towards the caravan.

Looks a decent size. Hopefully, it’ll be as smart inside as he claims. I need something nice to tempt Sophie with for a few nights away. If I’m going to keep her working on her daughter too and ever get the pair of them back to fucking Traders.

“Come on,” Huey holds the door open and invites me to go inside first.

“Pretty spacious,” I peer around a comfortable combined living and dining area with a flat-screen TV and cozy, pale yellow sofa. It could maybe do with some finishing touches here and there to spruce it up, but it’ll be enough for Sophie. That husband of hers didn’t take her anywhere fancy in years. She should be as happy as a pig in shit here for a night or two.

“And this is the kitchen,” Huey says and indicates to the right. “You think Sophie will like it?”

“Oh yeah,” I nod. But the kitchen’s not a whole lot bigger than the one in that shithole apartment I was staying in for months. It’s smarter though.

“So we’ve got a ‘Guest’ bedroom here on the left,” Huey knocks on the door, “Guys? I’ve got Phil here to take a look around. He’s thinking of bringing one of his fancy women here for a couple of nights.”

“Er, I don’t know how ‘fancy’ Sophie Machin is,” I roll my eyes at him “The lengths a guy has to go to for that fucking boss of ours.”

“Tell me about it,” Huey sighs.

“Oh, er, Hey Phil,” Spens answers the door but I gaze beyond him.

Grace, in a pair of tight white leggings and sneakers, leans over a small open suitcase on the bed. She’s ‘packing’ alright. In more ways than one. She straightens up and smiles at me.

Fit as fuck. Great legs and ass.

“I’d come through and give you a hug,” I say to her, “but it looks a bit of a squeeze in there.”

She laughs and he smiles.

“You can kiss her when she’s finished packing,” Huey winks at me, “Right, Spens?”

The kid laughs again but this time looks embarrassed.

“Let me show you the bathroom and Master bedroom,” Huey beckons me away.

“Fuck, I’d forgotten how hot that girl is,” I lower my voice as I stick my head into the bathroom and inspect the shower, toilet, and basin. Not bad.

“Should have seen it last night,” his chapped lips form a letter ‘O’ in the center of his reddish beard.

“You were with them? I thought they’d come here to get away from you,” I grin at him.

“They had the first part of the week here to themselves,” he whispers, “so letting their landlord dip his wick was the least they could for one night of their stay.”

“Sounds good,” I say and mean it. We need her as a regular at the club. “They said anything else lately about another visit to Traders?”

“I’m still working on it,” he keeps his voice quiet and leads me down the hallway toward the far end of the van, “She’s nervous, and he’s not keen on her committing to anything. But you should have heard her getting off on it last night when I was goading her about going there,” he grins and opens the door to the other bedroom.

“Richmond keeps asking,” I say and the smile slides off Huey’s face.

“Yeah, I know,” he nods.

“Black walls?” I peer at the interior of this other bedroom and then at him.

“What can I tell you?” he shrugs, “I’m a kinky cunt.”

“You’re certainly a cunt,” I say but then point at the unmade bed. There’s a huge pink dildo and a leather paddle lying there.

“Oops,” he says, “She loves those. And he loves to see her get them. I’ll make sure they’re hidden well away before you bring Sophie here.”

“If you would.”

“Hey, you fancy a DP with her before they leave? I’m pretty sure I could talk them into it”

“I don’t know if I’ve got time,” I shake my head but slide my phone from my pocket. I swipe the screen to check how long I’ve got. I don’t want to be later getting to Sophie’s than I promised. I don’t need her pissed with me before I even get the chance to talk to her about Rachel again.

“We won’t take long over Grace, Bro,” he shrugs, “Come on, I could go again.”

“I’ve only got about fifteen minutes,” I say.

“More than enough,” he elbows me, “Guys?” he yells down the van, “You want to come down here?”

Spens appears first, with his hottie a few steps behind him. She smoothes that long auburn hair behind an ear.

“So Phil and I were wondering…,” Huey brandishes the paddle. He holds it in one hand and slaps his other palm with it.

“Hu-ey!” Grace squeals and gapes at him.

“OK, so we won’t use this,” Huey shrugs and tosses the paddle to the bed.

The guy isn’t the smoothest fucking operator.

“But what do you say?” he shrugs at them, “You, me and Phil? A quickie before everyone has to leave?”

“I’m nearly packed to leave,” Grace pouts but she feeds her hair through her fingers some more.

The blushing Spens glances at his wife. “I guess we don’t have anything in particular to rush back for,” he mumbles at her.

“Great,” Huey reaches for her wrist and pulls her closer. He runs a hand over her ass, “So let’s get our clothes off,” he gestures at Spens to close the bedroom door.

I smile at her. I’m gonna enjoy getting up her again. I undo my belt and pants, conscious not to take too long. Huey does the same while the kid helps his wife take off her sneakers and clothes.

And then, when she’s in the buff, she looks like a fucking movie star and I’ve got my pants down and my dick out too. Grace sneaks a look at it but Huey gestures her onto the unmade bed.

“Go on all fours,” he tells her breathlessly then with his dick out too he looks over at me. “Heads or tails?”

“Huey!” she squeals at him again from her hands and knees but she sways her ass, “Don’t be so crude.”

“Tail be good,” I say and grin at her. I move toward her with my dick in one hand. Then I run the other hand over the smooth orbs of her upturned cheeks. She’s got one or two little raised marks on her there though. Maybe from the paddle last night?

“You want to use it on her?” Huey sees what I’m looking at and offers me the leather ‘weapon’.

“You two OK with that?” I ask the couple and they both nod.

Huey moves to the other side of the bed and offers his tool to Grace’s face.

“Mmm,” she reaches for it with one hand and plants big kisses all over the head.

“Can you try not to use the paddle too much on my butt, Phil?” Grace peers back with his tool in one hand, “It’s sore. Do my hips or my boobs if you can reach them.”

“Sure,” I say and I’m impressed how she knows what she wants. I rest the paddle back on the bed for a second while I grip both her hips and ease my cock right up her wet pussy.“Oh, fucking yeah.”

“Uhh,” she groans and sucks hard on Huey.

I screw myself further up her hole.

“Mmmnng,” she eases back at me.

I grip her left hip tight then grab the paddle with my right. I slap her right hip and she bucks but keeps pushing back, keeps gorging on H’s dick. I lean forward, down and around a little, without wanting to get too close to Huey, but take aim at her swaying tits. Cute pink nipples. All hard. I smack the leather across her flesh there and the cracking sound fills Huey’s bedroom.

Love that.

Grace moans, her tits reddened and her holes stuffed.

In the corner of my left eye, Spens moves a little, mouth hanging as he stares and jacks.

I slap at Grace’s swinging tits again as they beat together and then her hip and she moans. Then again and she shoves her hips back hard against me, she grinds her body into mine.

“You like to see her used this way, Champ?” I say over my shoulder and smack his wife’s tits again. Her nipples are like stalks.

“Yeah,” he grunts and keeps jacking.

“Like to see her as the filling in a fuck sandwich?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Check her feet out back there too Phil,” Huey gasps as he’s sucked, “They’re cute as fuck,” he groans, but feet don’t do a massive amount for me.

“Pull my hair,” she moans but Huey beats me to it and grabs a handful.

I swap the paddle to my left hand and swipe upward from a different direction. Then at her other hip.

She mumbles around Huey’s groin and looks like she’s struggling to coordinate her rhythm between my thrusts and his. But she’s panting, gripping Huey’s cock with one hand while she grinds herself on mine. Moving her lovely firm body back, her tits and hips reddening more with each slap of this leather.

“Uh Gracie, uh,” Spens grunts from somewhere behind me and I guess the kid came.

His wife is next, crying and sobbing and almost fucking hysterical around Huey’s dick, her pussy clenching mine tight as she’s pounded back and forth between us.

Fuck this. I need to get done and on to Sophie’s. I toss the paddle onto the bed alongside her and grip her upturned cheeks with both hands. Slap and slap and slap my dick into her. Dirty little bitch, oh, yeah, of yeah. “Gonna cum in her Champ, gonna cum right inside your sexy wife right now.”

I’m late reaching Sophie’s from Huey’s van. I called her on the way though, to tell her I had a ‘meeting’ overrun. I park up the road from her drive even though with her husband gone now there’s probably no need to worry about what the neighbors might say. Force of habit I guess.

Sophie didn’t sound happy on the phone, but she answers the door in a fitted turquoise dress that shows her cleavage and her nylon-clad legs. She’s done her hair and makeup nice too. Good signs.

“You look beautiful,” I say as she invites me in and actually, she looks like she lost a little weight since I last came here. I almost go in for a hug but then remember Grace, and wish I’d remembered to wash my fucking hands and face before I left that caravan. I’m bound to smell of perfume. If not pussy.

“I’ve missed you,” I say and let her lead me down her hallway.

She exaggerates the swagger of that big ass which is a giveaway that she should be receptive.

“So how’ve you been?” I ask as I follow.

“You sure you even care?” she says over her shoulder.

“Of course, I care. You know how busy I am lately.”

“Hmm,” she faces me in her kitchen with a frown and her back against the sink and the window behind her.

“Sophie, we’ll still trying to absorb the new clubs Richmond bought, I’m trying to run my  construction firm too and you know I just moved home again.”

“You’ve never invited me to your new apartment,” she pouts.

“But I thought you and the guy next door were…,” I leave the rest of the sentence hanging so she can explain herself.

“Philip you know I’d have helped you with your new home if you’d asked me to.”

“And you’ll see the place,” I hold her shoulders, “As soon as I’m settled in there. Meantime, I want to take you away somewhere nice. To the coast.”

“Philip, don’t,” she eases free from me and back to the sink again.

“Come on Sophe. No couple can be as close as you and I were without missing the hell out of one another, can they?”

“I know why you’re here,” she says and crosses her arms over that big bust.

I wonder if she’d enjoy them ‘paddled’ like young Grace. She’s always liked it pretty rough.

“Come on Sophie,” I say and try to hold her again.

“Rachel hasn’t said ‘Yes’ to Traders and so you want me to do your dirty work,” her mouth tightens into a small hole.

I pull her to me and have to risk her detecting another woman’s scent. She’s warm and soft (if tense) in my arms, but not as firm as Grace.

Sophie still gives me the horn though. Same as her daughters do. “I just want you to encourage Rachel a little,” I say and kiss the end of her nose. Then her forehead. “That way I can have you back where I’m guaranteed to see you regular. Whenever I’m working and you’re there too.”

“Hmm,” she gives me a doubting look but doesn’t try to push me away, “You sure it isn’t just Rachel you want to see?”

“Rachel’s a girl. You’re all woman,” I kiss her lips and feel her ass.

“Phil Hastings you’re full of shit,” she says but she almost laughs.

“I mean it Baby,” I squeeze her tight to me, let my swollen dick rest against her.

If she can smell Grace on me she’s not saying.

“And don’t call me baby,” she says and her bottom lip sticks out.

“Why not?” I grin at her, “You always used to like it when I did.”

“Well, I’m not your baby anymore.”

“You sure about that?” I lift her chin and make her look right at me.

Sophie nods, but there’s a hint of a smile on one corner of her mouth.

“There’s my baby again,” I say and kiss her forehead.

She can’t stop the smile from spreading and I press my lips to hers again.

After a moment or two though she breaks away from me. “Philip, I can’t.”

Oh, for fuck sake.

“Of course you can,” I pull her back and run my fingers through her hair, snag them there the way she likes.

Sophie moans.

“Huey said me and you can borrow his holiday home on the coast. I want to take you away there for the night,” I say and lick around her ear. “Maybe two nights.”

“When?”

“Whenever you want. When I’m not working.”

“Just you and me?”

“Course,” I take her left hand then lead her over to her kitchen table and I sit. I pat my lap for her to sit there.

She sinks on my dick and it stiffens. She’s got suspenders on. She curls an arm around my neck. “It’s ages since I’ve been to the coast,” she says.

“I remembered,” I say, “See, I always listen to you.”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” she says and her gray-blue eyes - just like Rachel’s - fill up.

Shit, I don’t want tears from her. I just want her agreement and maybe my dick sucked too before I leave.

“Of course I want you. And I should have told you,” I say and act serious. “I thought it would be kinder to stay away while you were grieving…and then when I heard about you and the guy next door too. But how I acted wasn’t fair. To you or me.”

“You sound like you can’t live without me,” Sophie laughs but she’s looking right at me.

Woah. Let’s not go fucking overboard.

“Don’t you go embarrassing me now,” I say and look away from her.

“Philip, you can be such a softie.”

I push up a little with my hips. To let her feel it.

“Well, not every part of you,” she says and peers over her shoulder to her ass.

“I can’t help it,” I laugh, “My Sophie always did turn me on.”

“You’re so dirty,” she gives me that slutty look of hers.

“You know what I used to love you doing?” I ask her and my dick is hard now under her.

“I can imagine,” she rolls her eyes.

“I used to love it when you’d kneel at my feet and rub yourself off on my leg,” I stroke the side of her hip and look right into her eyes.

“When I’d humiliate myself for you, you mean?” she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, but you always looked so horny doing it,” I kiss her again and move my hand from her hip to her thigh. “Hotter than anything I ever see at Traders.”

“This dress is tight,” she says and peers down at her torso, “I’d have to pull it right up first.”

Yesss.

“Go on Sophe, do it again for me now. Will you?”

She gets off me and stands, peering down at me with that dirty smile again. Then she inches her dress up her thighs. Stocking tops then suspenders and flesh in my face.

“Fuck Sophie,” I moan and reach forward to stroke her skin.

“Shall I leave my heels on?”

“Yeah,” I say and lean right back in the seat. It creaks as I work my zipper down. I pull out my dick while Sophie gets her pussy settled on the top of my right shoe, her inner thighs clamped around either side of that leg.

“Ooh,” she reaches for my dick with both hands, “It’s been so long since I saw this,” she feeds it to her mouth and begins to slide up and down on the front of my ankle, my lower shin.

“You look so hot Sophe. Oh yeah.”

Sophie murmurs around my dick and grinds her pussy on the top of my shoe and lower leg.

“Got to get you back in Traders again,” I say and lean forward right over her. I stroke her bare ass cheeks on either side of her suspender straps. “Properly this time though. With or without Rachel.” I lie about that last part. Just to encourage her some more. “But Richmond might want you both before he’d agree. Uhh, like I said.”

“Mmm,” Sophie groans on my dick, “I’ll get her to.”

Something slams and Sophie nearly bites my cock off.

Fuck me. “Who’ll that be?” I glance at the kitchen door.

“Sophie?” a male calls in a sing-song voice.

“Dennis,” she gasps and struggles to dismount my shin, “He’s got his own key! He’s supposed to be at his drama class!”

Author's Notes

Is Phil really the man Sophie needs, or is she destined for nothing but heartbreak the longer she's 'involved' with him?

Should she at least, seize this latest chance to end things forever with Talbot? (Assuming the neighbor himself doesn't call time when he finds her with Phil..)

And now that Phil has personally pitched both Sophie and Rachel about their double-act, will the pair finally do what he wants?

Share your thoughts or ideas in the comments below.

Next week, there's more trouble in the Machin household. For both Sophie and the newly 'single' Lanie...

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