Walter & Jacque Part 3 (complete)

    Whenever Tupac is gone and away, doing whatever it is he does, I have been having some fun of my own. This little slice of fun is named Walter and he’s a rich pretty boy with nothing to do except fuck and spend his dad’s money. Which is all well and good for me because I need that money more than he ever will.

    I’m a tad worried though. It seems that the pretty boy is getting more attached to me than I expected. In fact I’m starting to think he doesn’t understand how our situation is supposed to go. I’m not some Pretty Woman who can be wooed away, in fact I can be pretty stubborn. There’s nothing wrong with pretty boy I just don’t see anything beyond him more so than his money. After all, we’re both just supposed to be using one another. He’s supposed to get his rocks off with me and I’m just in it for the cash. But as I said, I am starting to believe that Walter’s mind is changing. 

    One afternoon he showed up to my place, having ditched college and bringing lunch with him.

    “You could have messaged me,” I tell him.

    “I wanted to surprise you.” Walter is grinning, thinking he’s some sort of knight in shining armor. It’s cute he thinks that way, he’s much more innocent and naive than he would ever admit to being. 

    “I’ve already eaten though,” I sigh and go to sit down on the sofa where I had been reading. 

    Walter takes off his jacket and joins me on the couch. “Then I’ll make you hungry.” He saddles up beside me on the sofa. “The old fashioned way.”

    I side-eye him for a moment, seeing the eager and puppy-like smile on his face. He is really cute. “What makes you think I would want the old fashioned way?”

    Walter tilts his head. “What else is there?” He leans in, kissing me and pushing me down onto the sofa. His greedy little hands roam over my body and I gently push him back with my knee.

“Oh come on,” he grunts. “All I could think about in class was you! I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

“It isn’t that easy, cutie pie.” I give him a kiss so he’ll at least stop whining. “You may be in the mood, but I am not.”

Truth is that Tupac had been around the past two nights and had ridden me like a wild bull. I was still a little sore and not ready to take another pounding yet, even from pretty boy here.

The pout that comes over Walter’s face almost makes me laugh but I am able to hold back my snickering for a bit. “Oh please.” I huff and pat his cheek. “Don’t give me those big saccrine eyes now. If you’re so horny I’m sure you can find any gorgeous frat boy who would be willing to take your pretty dick in the bathroom.”

Walter eases in close, kissing me in a way that is neither horny or needy. It’s soft at first and edging towards passionate. It’s sweet but I know the edge is coated with three forbidden words. I let him have it, only pull away when he does.

“I don’t want some fucking frat boy!” Walter snaps. “Don’t you get that Jacque?” He pets up my thigh. “Don’t you understand how addicted I am to you?”

“Oh wow,” I arch my brows a bit. “Addicted to me?” I smirk and lean closer to him. “That’s so cute and so stupid.” I kiss him. “I’m not in the mood but-” I pet down his chest and grope at his crotch. Fuck, he’s already hard as a rock. “Since you’re so dumb and cute, I’ll take care of this annoyance for you.”

Walter bites his lip. “You sure? You don’t have to. I mean-”

I kneel down in front of him and unzip his pants. “Lift your hips dummy.”

“Sorry. He arches his hips off the sofa and I tug away his pants and boxers. 

I smirk a bit. “Your goldie locks are gone.” I say, rubbing my fingers to his smooth groin. “What the hell is this about?” I lick from the base of his cock to his tip.

Walter grunts, his hips jerking. He seem extra sensitive today. “I got a bit carried away,” he laughs with a sigh. “Mm.” He grabs the back of my head and tangles his fingers in my hair. “I wanted just a trim but one thing led to another and-”

I look up at him. “It’s going to be a bitch growing back in.” I lick his sack and then bite his thigh.

“Ow!” Walter moans. His fingers form a fist in my hair and he pulls. “Not so rough.”

I bite him again and he groans. “You’re going to accept whatever I give you today. So take that as a warning.” I lick up his shaft again, swirming my tongue around his tip before taking him into my mouth.

Walter throws his head back onto the sofa and ruts his hips. “I will. Anh-” He grins like an idiot every time I give him a blow job. “You’re so fucking good at this, babe.”

Babe? I look up at him, pulling back a bit. Walter pushes me back down and I take him to my throat. Walter’s other hand tangles in my hair down, holding me down as he begins to thrust his hips.  I’m used to this, I like it actually. Tupac does it all the time, only with no mercy or regret. Walter holds back a bit, but he honestly has no clue outside his own scope of what fucking should be. 

Walter snarls and grunts while his cock throbs on my tongue. He pulls back just enough that he cums on my tongue and around my mouth. There’s a slight taste of coffee to it, no doubt he’s been drinking it far too much at college. He pants and wheezes watching me as I show him the mess on my tongue before swallowing it down.

“Holy shit you’re the best.” He’s grinning and flushed with a sleepy look to his eyes.

I wipe my mouth on my sleeve. “You got luck today. Don’t test it.” I sit back down on the sofa and pick up my book again.

After a few moments of laying there like a limp noodle, Walter sits up and pulls his pants back up. “You should let me rent you a nice apartment.”

I look around the trailer. It’s not the best but it’s far from the worst. I’m comfortable here and don’t really pay attention to what some people, like Walter, would considering glaring faults. “What for?” I ask.

“Well, for starters,” he says, “something closer and easier for me to get to.” He nods to the door. “Somewhere you don’t need a million locks and bolts and where I can park my car without worry.”

Maybe he has a point, but still, no one messes with this place or anything around it because of Tupac and the threat he presents.

“Somewhere that’s easy for us and natural.” He pets up my leg. “A nice big bed and you’d actually have a closet. No more hanging your things on a dollar store rack.”

I smirk at him. “Would you still call me Ellie Mae and pull my pigtails?”

Walter scoffs. “Come on. Take this seriously. You don’t want to keep living in this run down place all your life do you?” He waves his hand out. And yeah, this place probably wouldn’t last another ten years but that’s kind of the point of it. There will always be bigger and better things out there, so maybe just settling until those things are possible is ok.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t enjoy living in my trash can.” I smirk and turn back to my book.

    “I mean it.” His face reminds me of a dog who you didn’t give your last bite of food too. Cute and a little greedy.

    “What if your father found out about it?” I toss at him. His expression melts away to startled and sad again. “What if he found out you had a little love nest with some cooped up, over sexed, skank living in it, hmm?” I tilt my head to my shoulder. “Then we would both be fucked. In more ways that one.”

Water sags down into the sofa. “I could say we were just friends.”

    “Look at me. No way your dad would think we were ‘just friends’.” I even go the extra mile to wag my fingers in air quotations. “This may not be the best place in the world for anyone, but it’s the best place to assure you don’t get your silver spoon ripped out of your mouth.”

    He frowns like a petulant child. “Yeah. I guess.” He rolls his eyes.

    “No need to cop an attitude just because you don’t get your selfish little way.” I smile at him and kiss his cheek. “Try me again another day when I’m drunk. I’ll more than likely agree to being your horny little house cat then.”

    Walter smirks and shakes his head. He leans back into the sofa again and kicks his feet up onto the table. “There’s this big party my dad is throwing.”

I know where this is going. He seems desperate to have me agree to something today. Might as well play along with this one. Just a party after all.

“I was hoping you could come. It’ll be really fucking boring otherwise.” He turns towards me. “I’ll buy you a tux and everything. There’s going to be tons of food and drinks.”

“Why ask me?” I look up from my book to him. “Don’t you have some socialite you should be asking instead?”

“What?” He scoffs, pinching his brow together. He scoffs again and shakes his head. “No! Why would I ask someone like that?” He then hesitates as his eyes widen and his mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ shape. “Are you jealous?”

Oh my god, that’s so fucking funny. He thinks I’m jealous of the little socialite gold diggers his dad keeps setting him up with.

“Jacque.” He puts his hand on my thigh. “There’s no reason to be jealous. I don’t even like any of those girls. You know that!”

I am trying my fucking hardest to keep from laughing or even smiling. He really is off the deep end! I should stop this, but it seems like a perfect chance to score a few extra bucks. “It’s not that,” I sigh dramatically. “I just-” I frown and look away.

“What is it?” Walter inches closer.

“I’m not one for tuxedos.” I add and extra sniff to it. “I just don’t think they suit me right. At least, the ones I rent always makes me look weird.”

“You wouldn’t rent!” Walter gasps. “I’d buy you one and get it fitted!” He smiles and grabs my hand. “You’d look like you and that suit were made for each other.”

“That would be a nice change.” I look good in a suit, in fact I have one Tupac bought for me a while ago when we had snuck into the opening of a new restaurant. 

“I’ll be busy the next few days.” Walter reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “So if you want-” he pulls out his credit card. “You can get yourself whatever you need.”

The credit card is extremely tempting. I could get myself anything and everything with it, but then there would also be a paper trail. I couldn’t risk that right now. “I couldn’t take that. I’d be too tempted to rob you blind.” I wink at him.

Walter chuckles. “I wouldn’t care.” He tucks the card back into his wallet then pulls out all his paper money. “Here. If this isn’t enough I can always drop you off more. Get any nice tuxedo you want.”

I take the money and roll it up. “I’ll be sure to find the best.”

Walter leans in, giving me that on edge kiss again. “It’ll be nice to strut around with you right in front of my dad.” He kisses me again, a little hornier this time. “Maybe we can find out way to that closet again.”

That was hot, it was one of the few times Walter had really let inhibition fly into the wind. Then again, he had been a bit pissed. I needed to make him mad again, but that might be too cruel. 

“What’s the fun of that?” I ask. “No one will be going into his office. I say we do it in the garden.” I assume he’ll balk at the idea. Out in the open like that there would be too big a threat of getting caught. Anyone could walk up on us fucking like bunnies and report back to Daddy Dearest.

Walter kisses my neck and cheek. “You’re going to get me hard again, babe.”

There’s that babe again. I don’t like it. “You young people.” I blow past it. “Not even ten minutes and you’re getting hard.”

“It’s a good day.” Walter bites my earlobe. “Tell me more.”

“About young dick?” I tease.

“Maybe,” he laughs. “But tell me about the garden. What do you want me to do to you there?” He puts his hand under my shirt and rubs up my chest.

I roll my eyes and roll with the punches. “Bend me over a lawn gnome and fuck me like one of your gargoyles.”

Walter reers back, snorting and laughing. “Please, never say that again.”

I kiss him softly. “Then fuck me in the hedges like a pent up rabbit.” I wink at him and pull away. “You should save your best until then.” I palm his crotch and give him a good hard squeeze. “You’ll want to stay hard even if we get caught.”

Walter swallows and I watch as his throat rolls. “What if we do get caught?”

I smirk. “We’ll invite them to join us.” I lick his lips. 

Walter shudders and his lashes flutter. “You would want that?” He puts his hand back on my thigh and squeezes.

“The only thing better than one cock is two cock.” I kiss him again. “Maybe one cock and a pussy. I’m not particular, just so long as I enjoy myself.”

Walter looks away and bites his lip.

I smirk at him. “Would you want to watch me?” I grope his crotch again. “Getting fucked or fucking someone else?” I press my body close to his. “Would you want to be tied up too? Watching someone else ride me and making me cum?”

Walter turns his head away, his face is bright red and I can tell he’s close to popping if I don’t stop. I lick his throat and bite his neck. “Or maybe, I could watch you fucking someone else.”

Walter looks at me with a heady gaze. “You’d want something like that?”

“I prefer to be the subject of desire but I wouldn’t mind watching you with someone else. In fact, I think it would be extremely hot.” I kiss him, rolling my tongue around in his mouth. “So why don’t you find someone? We can take turns.”

Walter has tipped over the edge. “Ok.”

“That’s my good boy,” I purr. “Your choice. Fuck or be fucked.”

For the next few days we keep up a weak correspondence. He has school as well as helping his dad oversee the set up for this party. I’m not sure if he’s going to take the whole ‘third party member’ seriously or not. I simply had fun watching him squirm. I also got quite a bit of money from that last visit. He doesn’t need to know that I already owned a suit before all of this.

The night of the party I try my best to dress up and look all fancy. Walter picks me up and he grins as he looks over me. 

“You look like a glass of wine.” He puts his hands on my hips.

The tuxedo I have is a deep, dark burgundy color. I had picked it out because it was the only non-black one in the entire store. Tupac liked it on me too, which is why I had to waste a few bucks to get the thing cleaned. Tupac had left his mark all over it.

Walter kisses me and presses close. His tongue slips between my lips and he moans into my mouth. Oh god, he’s worked up and horny. I guess he has been thinking about all my teasing from the other day.

“You in heat?” I push him back.

“Feels like it,” he grins. “Mainly, it’s just been all the daydreaming I’ve been doing.” He leads me to the car and we get inside. “I have a surprise for you at the party.”

I arch my brows. “You didn’t.”

“There’s this waiter at the party.” Walter licks his lips. “I tried him out a couple of days ago to make sure you would enjoy him.” He looks at me. “Is that ok? If not I’ll-”

I smirk at him. “You already tried him out?”

Walter’s cheeks burn bright red. “I’m sorry.”

I pat his thigh. “No, no! Tell me all about it.” I squeeze and knead his thigh. “I take it you couldn’t get to me so you took the next best thing.”

Walter bites his lip and nods. “I couldn’t help it and he was so willing.”

“Mm. That’s good,” I purr. “Keep going. Tell me more about this slutty little waiter. Did you fill him full of your cum?”

Walter glances at me and at the stoplight he kisses me hungrily. “We fucked in the pantry. We could hear the kitchen staff just right outside the entire time.” He licks my lips. “He’s good with any position, but I promised him he could fuck you as much as he wanted.”

I suck in an excited breath. “You’re speaking my language, pretty boy.” I move my hand to his crotch, rubbing him and feeling his cock pressed against the tailored trousers. “Do you think you can stand just watching us? Or will you join in?”

“Depends,” Walter grins. “I am really excited.”

“I can tell.” I grope him again. “So, where is this all going to take place?”

Walter pushes my hand away. “My dad’s office.” He smirks at me. “Quit teasing me. I can’t walk into the party hard.”

“I’d like to see that,” I laugh. “Why Daddy Dearest’s office again?” I ask, keeping my hands to myself. “What did he do to piss you off now?”

“I’ve got to make an appearance with the daughter of some work whatever.” He rolls his eyes and looks at me. “So while I’m with her, you’re going to be filming for me in the office.”

I gasp. “We’re making a movie?”

He nods. “Surprised?”

I smirk at him. “I didn’t think you had it in you. Color me impressed.”

Once we get to his house, he shows me inside. We walk around together for a while and the he points out the waiter to me. I’m even more impressed. He’s tall and quite burly with deep olive skin. His hair is slicked back into a neat ponytail. I can imagine Walter pulling on it while he fucked him before.

“I have to go,” Walter grimaces. “Go get a drink from him. Tell him I sent you.” 

“Have fun with your socialite,” I tease him as he walks off. I walk up to the waiter who is holding a tray of fancy look hors d'oeuvres. No one is touching the food and is instead paying attention to all the drinks being offered.

“Walter told me I should try what you’re offering.” I smile up at him. “Tell me, is it going to me worth my while?”

He looks me over with a stoney gaze. “You must be Jacque.” He lowers his tray down to me as I take one of the gourmet treats.

“That I am.” I wink up at him. “Have you been warned about me yet?” I take a bite of the snack and look back up at the waiter.

“Not so much a warning as a promise.”

I grin. “I like that.” I take another hors d'oeuvres. “What’s the promise?”

He grabs my hand and places it on his thigh. My jaw drops as I try to feel out this third leg attached to his hard thigh. “The fuck is that?” I balk. “How are you able to walk around with a baseball bat in your panties?”

The waiter laughs. “Walter promised you could take me.”

I grin up at him. “Maybe. But trying is half the fun.” I continue to feel him up, growing ever more excited the longer he lets my hand linger. 

After a while the waiter and I ease our way from the crowd and make out way to Daddy Dearest’s office. It’s quiet with only the low murmur of the party goers just outside. The waiter takes a camera from one of the chairs and sets it on the table. 

“How should we start?” I ask him as I take off my jacket. “I really want to get a whack at what your packing.”

“So do I.” He unzips his pants and lets them fall around his ankles. He’s not wearing any underwears but he’s so hairy he probably doesn’t need to. His thick cock is already getting hard and struggling to stand under its own weight.

“You ever think about doing porn?” I take off my shirt and kneel down in front of him. I stroke his cock, licking it from base to tip.

“A couple.” He pets the top of my head. “When times were lean.”

I reach back and place the camera in his hands. “Then let’s make another.” I start sucking him as he turns the camera on. The little red light is my call to action and I try my hardest to take as much of this mammoth as I can. My jaw aches as I suck him, focusing on his tip as much as possible.

After a while, the waiter grabs me up and slams me down onto the table. He pulls my pants off so now I am completely naked. He arches my hips up so my ass is in the air and my cheek is on the cold table top. 

He slaps my ass then bends down to kiss and lick me. His tongue swirls around my pucker and he pushes it inside. I grunt and moan, wiggling for more. He spanks me hard again to stay still. He snarls and slurps and looking between my legs I see a puddle of my precum on the table.

The waiter’s thick finger pokes inside me and he rises back up. He takes something from his jacket pocket before taking it off. Smearing something cold around my tight pucker I know what’s about to happen and I am so excited.

“Ready?” He chuckles.

“No.” I smile over my shoulder at him. “But I want it.”

I feel him pushing and slowly I start to open for him. I gasp and moan, drooling onto the table. “Oh fuck, you bitch!” I cry out.

The waiter spanks me again and digs his fingers hard into my hips. “If you can’t take it I’ll just ride your pretty cock.”

I reach back, touching his thigh. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

The door opens and I hold my breath for a moment.  I can’t see behind me to know who is there. 

“You made it just in time,” the waiter laughs. He passes off the camera.

“Holy shit,” Walter gasps. “You’re actually doing it.” He walks around where I can see him.

“But do you like it?” I reach out and touch him. “Or are you feeling possessive?”

Walter chomps down on his lip and the camera trembles in his grip. “Do you like it?” He licks his lips.

I gasp as the waiter fits completely inside me. I can feel him bulging in my belly and I am eager for him to start moving. He pulls back then pushes back in deep again. My vision blurs for a moment and I laugh involuntarily.

“Take that as a yes.” The waiter pulls Walter in close and I can hear the two kissing. “Take your pants off.” The waiter snarls at Walter.

I’m totally wrapped up in my own pleasure. The waiter feels like he’s rearranging my insides with each pounding move. I love it, but it’s not something I would want all the time. Walter as the perfect cock to fuck everyday. The waiter is a once a month occurrence. I won’t be quite right for a few days after this.

Behind me Walter and the waiter are making out. The waiter is stroking him off while Walter films us together. 

“Pull out,” Walter pants. “I wanna see what you’ve done to him.”

I become the petulant child as the waiter pulls out of me completely. I feel empty and desperate to be filled again.

“Ok, ok,” Walter chuckles. “Give the baby his bottle back.”

The waiter pushes back inside me, grabbing me with both hands. He starts to move harder than before, grunting and snarling all the way. I’m whimpering and drooling like an idiot. I’m pumping my own cock in my fist, knowing that if I die I’ll die orgasming. 

“Fucking slut,” Walter snarls at me.

“I am,” I moan. 

I can feel the heat of the waiter inside me, he stuffs me full and slowly, reluctantly pulls himself out. He steps away, leaning against the table as Walter moves up beside me. He grabs my ass, pulling it apart as the waiter’s cum begins to dribble out. 

“What a mess,” Walter growls.

I roll onto my back and smile up at him. “Don’t tell me we’re done.” I stroke my cock for him. “Come on, babe.” I use that awful word.

Walter kneels down, taking me into his mouth. He moans against me, sucking me and bobbing his head. He’s gotten much better than when we first met. I sigh and hold the back of his head, pushing him down so when I cum, it’s down his throat. He gags and chokes, taking all of me without a fight. When he raises his head a bit has started to dribble out his nose.

“You’ll pay for that,” Walter snarls at me.

I grin and wiggle at him. “Take it then.”

With one hard stroke, he’s inside me. I’m sore and used from the waiter and Walter knows it. He goes hard and fast and I realize he is genuinely angry. I moan and sigh, stretching as he uses me. I suppose watching me with the waiter wasn’t exactly what he wanted. He enjoyed it, but he didn’t like it. 

When he cums he cleans himself up right away and leaves.

I huff and sit up, looking to the waiter. “This is going to be trouble later.”

“You ok?” The waiter asks as he pulls his pants back on.

I nod and sit there. “I’m fine. I know what I want.” I sigh. “But the pretty boy is a little lost. I’m afraid things are going to get a little rocky for him.”

The waiter looks at you. “So, I can call you?”

“Not too soon.” I huff. “But yeah. Why not?”