I adjusted my cock which somehow had grown again. I left the house and got to my car. I sat there for a few minutes attempting to process the craziness that was the last hour. I had fucked Miranda Collington! I had a date with Miranda Collington!
Just as I went to drive away, my cell buzzed. I glanced at it.
Miranda: U have my cell now. Anytime you need a place to warm up your cock, just give me a call.
I smiled. I quickly texted back: How about now?
I waited a minute and was rewarded by a text back.
Miranda: U naughty boy. I will send you a special keepsake in a few seconds.
A few seconds later another text came from her. It was jpg. I clicked on it and also shit myself. It was a picture of Miranda in white stockings and nothing else. Her legs spread open and her hand spreading was open her pussy lips.
I was staring at it when I received another text.
Miranda: I have hundreds of these, stud. I will send you on every day. P.S.This is one of my tamer ones.
I gasped. I was in man heaven.
I texted her back: OMG-you are perfection.
She texted me back.
Miranda: Play your cards right and you can fuck perfection any time you want.
I decided not to respond and attempt to be aloof and strong. I drove home thinking if I died today I would die happy.
As I drove home, my phone vibrated again, but I waited till I got home to check it.
Once home, I checked the message, it was from Miranda.
Miranda: I am still horny. U have five hours to recover. I expect you to meet me at 11 at the studio. If you want to watch the show live, come at 9.
A second text came as I read this one.
Miranda: Have you ever fucked someone in the ass?
I gasped. I had tried on a couple times to convince my ex, Pamela, to try some backdoor play, but she wouldn’t even remotely consider it. Now the woman I had fantasized over for years was implying I could fuck her ass.
I decided I needed a long cold shower to calm down and a nap; I expected tonight might be a long one.
Dad was home and greeted me as I ran inside. “Hey Curtis, how was last night?”
I lied, “Uneventful.”
“Is she still mad at me?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t think so, I covered for you pretty good.”
“Thanks son,” he said, patting me on the back, “You always have my back.”
I held back a laugh, knowing that he didn’t remotely catch on. With any luck, he never would.
“I need to go take a nap, Dad, I have a late night date.”
He smiled, “Oh, to be young again.”
I went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, wondering what tonight and the next three weeks would bring.
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