"I'm not a public food. I'm reserved for rich men like you. I'm sure I'm more endowed than the woman in your house. Men like you eat flesh and not bones."
"I'm still not interested."
"You don't know what you are about to miss."
"I'm not missing anything. I have a pregnant woman in my house. You want me to cheat on her? Will it be fair? Remember she's a woman like you." Desmond said, trying to play emotional counterstrategy.
"It's not a big deal. Men cheat on their pregnant wives. I once had sex with a man whose wife was about to deliver. He was speaking with her on the phone while I was busy riding him. So you won't be the first."
"And you think it's normal? They probably don't love their wife. I won't try that."
"I can see you are not a real man. Real men cheat on their wives. They have fun with multiple women, something they won't get from their wives. I will leave you and wait for real men. Your loss." She said and stood up, then sauntered off, swaying her immaculate ass from side to side.
Desmond rolled his eyes and continued with his drink. This was the reason he stopped going to the bar, to avoid this kind of thing. Whenever he is in the bat alone, some. enterprising tease would find her way next to him and start lightly flirting. His handsomeness makes even the most hardened slut melt without even trying. He always dresses well, showcasing his success, and he exuded a quiet confidence without much effort. Being in the bar alone had practically made him a beacon for eager sluts on the hunt for big game. He's like a trophy to be won. And even though he was not in a good time with Daniella, it won't make him fuck some random sluts.
He kept his eyes down on his phone. Going through his photo albums. He doesn't want to catch any unwanted attention. Just as he received a text from Daniella, asking him why he's not yet back and how much she misses him, he began to smell an expensive scent. He could tell that someone is behind.
"I wonder what made you turn that hot girl down." A feminine voice spoke from the back. "Now she's going to end up on another man's bed. What a big loss for you."
"I don't care. I have a woman like her at home." Desmond responded without even turning to know who was talking.
"A woman that won't allow you to do all the styles you want? A woman that won't let you dig all her holes?" The woman said, walking up to his front. "And since you are not getting it from her, you will probably get it from another woman." She paused for a second before she added. "And I like it. Yeah, it's for the best, because the woman will be me. You will be coming with me instead."
He raised his head, expecting to see a more beautiful face but what he saw left him dumbfounded. The figure standing before him was an older woman, but nicely hot. Looking at the woman, he could tell that she was in her early forties. He looked neat but she wasn't a type Desmond would consider. She looked like she spent hours in the saloon.
Though she looked nice, but what caught Desmond'a attention was her chest. She has massive breasts, which she wasn't hiding. She knew she was endowed and also knows how to make use of it. Her boobs were enormous, full, and round. They looked like tanned overinflated balloons, bursting to get out. He could notice her exposed sexy cage bra, which is enough to give any man a hard-on.
"Sorry, what did you say?" Desmond said as if he didn't hear her the first time.
"I said you will be coming with me. Yeah, since that pretty tease has left, you have no option but to be with me on my bed tonight." She smirked at her.
"The pretty tease that left is younger, more beautiful, and sexier than you. What made you think I would go with you then?" Desmond asked.
"She's young and probably a novice. She may be pretty but doesn't have what it takes to take care of men like you. Older women are sweeter and more experienced. You can't compare that."
"Anyway, it won't change anything. I came here to drink. And...like I said before. I have a woman in my house, and I'm contented."
"Well, she's not here now. I'm here, and I think I'm the one you are waiting for. You can't tell me you came here only to drink."
"Well....I think you presume too much." Desmond said, trying to be calm despite being boldly hit by an old woman. "Even if I decide to cheat, I won't go for a woman who is older than me. And besides, my woman will be here soon, and she's a fighter. You might end up going home with some injuries." Desmond lied to scare her away.
"Well, we won't be here by the time she arrives." She said, and Desmond raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah." She continued. "We won't be here. We will be on my bed, fucking our brains out."
"I wonder what is giving you this confidence even when you are old." Desmond, said baffled.
"I know who I am and what I'm capable of." She continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner. "I'm a whore, a slut. The sluttiest of the sluts. Ever since I grew tits, I've been letting guys touch and suck on them, which is why it become so big. I've been told that I should be ashamed of myself but I don't give a fuck. I studied economics and graduated with a second class upper. Guess how I got it. By sucking and riding different dicks. After graduation, I started looking for a job. When I couldn't find a job, I realized that I'm destined to become a slut, which is what I'm actually good at. Look at me, I'm built for sex, meant to give pleasure to men like you. So you will be among the luckiest men on earth to have me on bed." She stated with reckless abandon, taking Desmomd aback.