My Reward Ch18 (MC, MF, MFpreg, interracial, public sex)


CHAPTER 18: INTRODUCING TOM O'MALLEY

The sight of Debbie Kowalski in her swimsuit at the Fourth of July picnic
motivated me to take action on a plan that had been forming slowly.

I could of course have Debbie almost any way I wanted her -- I could plant
the idea of my attractiveness in her mind and wait for her to seduce me; I
could seduce her; I could call her into my office and tell her to take off
her clothes and spread her legs. But I wanted this to be as "natural" as
possible, and I couldn't think of any way to make Debbie Kowalski want to
have sex with a guy my age without some pretty massive programming by Reward.

So I asked Reward who she would want to have sex with -- what were the vital
characteristics of Debbie Kowalski's dream guy?

I found out that her preferred personality type was not too far off from
myself. She liked men a bit more assertive than Tom Mallory, take-charge guys
(though, as you may have noticed, I'd been becoming a good deal more
assertive), but otherwise not too different.

She liked guys with education, a bit of sophistication and maybe even glitz
(but not too much), professional/managerial types. And she definitely liked
successful guys -- career achievement and money were big with her.

Up to this point in the analysis I could flatter myself that I might have had
some small chance of scoring with Debbie. But then we come to the subject of
age. Not surprisingly her ideal was just a bit older than herself -- a guy
just out of college or in grad school.	Physically, I wouldn't cut it, either
-- she liked guys at least moderately hunky. Physically fit, well-toned,
though not with obvious muscles. Facial features along the lines of a young
Robert Redford.

So, for a trial run, one day in mid-July, I had Reward turn me into this
paragon, equipped with a nice car (it was a Lamborghini or a Ferrari or
something like that -- I can't tell them apart -- a convertible anyway), and a
suite at the Ritz-Carlton, which happens to be not far from our offices.

For the moment, I really just wanted to get used to my new body and see how
comfortable I was with the whole thing before approaching Debbie.

One of my first thoughts, as I found myself in the plush hotel room, was that
I needed an explanation for my wealth. What comes to mind when you see a guy
of my (new) age with the trappings of wealth is (choose one): entertainer or
drug dealer. Neither fit with her ideal's professional/managerial background.

I could have made myself a software entrepreneur, but that might have too much
visibility -- she might have asked the brand names with which I was connected.
So I decided that the new me (named Tom O'Malley) had come up with several
biotech breakthroughs while in college (just graduated), and had sold the
patents for huge amounts. I was now taking it easy while I considered various
offers of funding for a new company I wanted to start. That would explain the
source of my money and my leisure status, while making it unlikely that anyone
would ask me to explain my work in any detail.

So I set out on a test drive of my new self.

But I didn't get far. As I walked down the hall toward the elevator, a maid
emerged from a room as I was passing. Unlike most of the maids in the hotel,
who were Mexican, she was black. Also unlike most, she was young and pretty.

Hmm, said I to myself, she'll do. "Excuse me, miss," said I to her, "could you
help me with something in my room?"

I flashed her a boyish Robert Redford lookalike grin, and could see the
approval in her eyes. She nodded smilingly, and followed me to my room. As
she stepped from behind her supply cart, I got a surprise - she was petite
and slender, as my first glance at her upper body had shown, but she wasn't
as slender as she had been a few months ago - she was perhaps five months
pregnant.

Hmm, said I to myself, here's an opportunity for a good deed. I sized her up
- name LaShonda (from her employee nametag), nineteen or twenty, single (no
ring), pregnant, working at a low-paying job that she couldn't continue late
into pregnancy. This was a girl who needed money. Paying her for a fuck
should earn me a Boy Scout merit badge.

When we were in the room she asked what I needed.

"To start with, a blowjob."

She looked disgusted. "Hey, mister, you leave me alone or I'll call security."

"Look, LaShonda," I replied calmly, "you need money, I need sex. You give me
what I want for an hour, I'll give you what you want - say, a thousand bucks?"

Her eye had been wandering between the door and the phone, as she weighed
whether to simply walk out or call for help. When I mentioned a thousand
dollars, her attitude changed.

"Shit," she said derisively, but with her interest obvious, "you wouldn't give
me a grand. You'd hand me fifty and walk out laughing."

I pulled ten hundreds out of my pocket and handed them to her as I unzipped my
pants. "Here's the money and here's my dick. Do me really good, and I'll give
you more."

She took the money, a confused look on her face. "But I'll get fired - the
supervisor will come around and . . . ."

I picked up the phone. "What's the supervisor's number?" I dialed it. "This
is Tom O'Malley in room 2311. I'll need the assistance of LaShonda, the maid
on this floor, for the next hour, so send someone else to clean her rooms." I
held up the receiver, so LaShonda could hear the agreement.

"Deal?" I asked as I put down the phone.

"What do I got to do?" she asked ungrammatically, but not unreasonably.

"Whatever I want for an hour," I answered, "probably a blowjob, a fuck, and a
buttfuck."

"I don't like it in my booty," she said.

"You like a thousand bucks?" I answered.

She shrugged and began taking off the formless hotel uniform. Her chocolate
brown belly swelled out farther than the uniform had shown - she was
pregnanter than I had thought. On her small body the swell of the belly was
particularly noticeable, as were the milk-filled tits that jutted out from
her chest when she removed her bra.

I walked over to her and grabbed both tits, feeling their firmness and
fullness as I rubbed against her belly and kissed her. "Now," I said, "how
about that suck?"

She sank to her knees in front of me and took my big cock in her hand. She
smiled up at me as she took it into her mouth, then set to work
conscientiously.

She sucked hard and used her tongue properly, wrapping it around my dick as
she sucked, and soon I was stroking softly into her. She took leave of her
job for a moment to say, "Let me know when you're ready, because I don't like
to take it in my mouth."

"Yes you do," I replied as my cock disappeared again between her soft lips.
"As a matter of fact, there's nothing you love better than swallowing sperm,
is there?"

She smiled at me around my cock as she nodded her head, then returned to
work. As she sucked more of my cock in, I began stroking her face more
vigorously, slowly forcing the tip of my cock into her throat. Although she
gagged slightly at first, she gradually accepted it, pushing forward until
she had all my cock in her.

Now I was ready to come and I put my hands on the back of her head as I pulled
her tight against my belly and stroked hard into her throat, sending several
long streams of sperm down her throat.

I pulled away and collapsed on the bed. "That was great, LaShonda," I said as
she licked her lips to get the last dribbles of sperm I had left there.

"Not bad," she said. "First time I've ever had one all the way in." She stood
up and came over to the bed. "I'll bet you want to rest awhile after coming
like that," she said with a grin.

"You'd lose that bet," I answered as I pulled her down next to me. "I want to
play with those titties, and that big belly of yours, and especially your
pussy." I grabbed a tit and stuck it in my mouth.

Her tits had big aureoles, darker brown than her skin, and topped with little
eraser-sized nipples. The eraser grew as I sucked and ran my tongue over it,
then the other grew as I plucked at it with my fingers, squeezing it and then
the whole breast. Soon I tasted the first of her milk.

"Is it good, baby?" she asked with a laugh.

"Yes, mommy," I laughed back. "Do you like it?"

"I sure do, baby - but what I'd really like my baby to suck on is mommy's
pussy."

"Whatever you say," I answered, shifting my body down, stroking and kissing
her big belly and sucking on her popped navel as I passed by, then
positioning myself between her widespread thighs. I told her to open it for
me and she reached down to pull apart the lips to show me a bright red gaping
hole, with a huge erect clit protruding from its nest.

I just looked for a while, because I love the sight of a cunt spread wide open
for me, and of a woman waiting expectantly for me to enter her. When my eyes
were finished with their feast, I moved forward to give my tongue its share.

First, an appetizer, kisses and licks on her thighs, tickling on the crease
where the thighs meet the mons. Her pussy was nearly bald, as Reward generally
prepared them for me, and I kissed around the edges, then kissed her hands
holding the door open for me as I entered.

Finally, I entered and immediately nibbled on that huge clitoris, sucking it
into my mouth and swiping my tongue across its head several times. Instant
orgasm - this was one hot girl. She groaned loudly, her hips jumped up at me,
and her hands grabbed me by the ears and forced me deep into her dark red
pussy.

As the spasms passed over her, I pulled my nose far enough out to breathe and
put my tongue into her vagina. There I licked and speared her hole,
intermittently returning to her clit for a quick tongue-swipe. Soon her hips
were moving in a slow fucking rhythm. I inserted a finger in her butthole,
already lubricated with the drippage from her cunt. She gasped in surprise as
the finger entered, but adapted quickly and pushed back at it. Soon another
joined it and I was sawing the fingers in and out of her butt and my tongue in
and out of her fuckhole in time to her hip movements.

As she began gulping for air climbing for her next orgasm, I pulled away from
her. Her belly was too big for me to lay on top of her with any comfort for
either of us, so I had her put a pillow under her butt to raise her pussy up.
Then I knelt between her legs, pushing them back beside her belly, and slowly
stuck my cock into the gaping cunt pointing up at me.

Her cunt was not as tight as some I'd been in recently, but it was okay, and
I was enjoying the view of this pretty young women with the swollen belly,
spread wide open to receive my cock. An advantage of this position, besides
the view, was that it gave me the opportunity to play with her belly and her
tits. I took full advantage of the opportunity, stroking the tightly
stretched skin, running my hand down her sides, and then up to her big tits.
The tits now sagged slightly to the sides in this position, as the bending
backward pushed her belly back against her chest.

As I grabbed her tits and tweaked the nipples, drawing small beads of milk, I
stoked slowly into her pussy. She moaned softly as I reached bottom, the head
of my cock entering into her womb, then pulled back slowly, nearing pulling
out before beginning again the slow forward motion of my long cock. She put
her hands on mine and pulled them down harder on her tits. I took this as a
message to play a little rougher and squeezed harder on the tits. She
breathed out hard in response, with a deep long "yeeessss!"

Then she started moving her hips harder, raising her ass higher, and putting
her arms up as she looked up at me and said, "Come on, baby, get down here
and fuck me right, I want it hard now."

I slid another pillow under her. With her cunt now higher, I could lay on her
and I did so, supporting myself with my arms. She put her legs around me and
said, "Now do it right, baby. Fuck me."

I kissed her, then drove my cock into her hard, lifted my hips and did it
again, slamming into her cunt as hard as I could. "Is that that way you want
it?" I asked

She looked at me with a face of pure lust. "That's it, baby. I like a good,
hard fuck."

I complied, raising up and driving my hips forward into her with all the
force at my command. She grunted and said, "That's it!" But I didn't wait, I
slammed her again, then again, then faster. I told Reward to give my hips
more strength, and then slammed into her again. She exploded, screaming out
with joy as my powerful hips drove my cock into her harder and faster than
she'd ever felt it before.

Again and again my cock drove down into her until her screams echoed off the
walls, and finally her spasming cunt drew the sperm from my cock, as it
spurted deep into her womb.

We both collapsed for a few minutes, wrapped in our embrace. Then she took my
face in her hands and kissed me, asking with a grin, "Did baby like mommy's
cunt?"

"You bet I did," I answered. "Did mommy like baby's cock?"

She laughed. "God, that was good. I've never been fucked that hard in my
life."

"You like it hard?" I asked, more or less rhetorically.

"I really do," she answered. "It just doesn't seem like real fucking unless a
dick is really slamming into me hard." She kissed me again. "Do you think you
can do me again?" she asked.

I pulled my limp dick out of her sloppy, wet cunt. "I think I can do
another," I answered, "after a blowjob." I paused. "And mommy knows where
baby's going to put his cock then."

Again she laughed. "Baby can put his cock anywhere he wants, as long as he
does it like he did it that time." Then she began to run her tongue down my
belly until she reached my cock. She licked at the cock first, cleaning it
with her tongue and playing with it and with my balls while it slowly
hardened. When it was hard, she lifted the head with her lips, getting it
into her mouth without her hands.

Her hands she was using practically everywhere else, stroking my belly, my
thighs, my ass. Finally she settled on one hand rubbing my balls while the
other, wettened in her cunt, entered my butthole.

"Do you like that?" she asked. "You want to be in my booty, I might as well
have yours."

"I like it," I answered, "but I want to do it to you, too. Swing around so I
can eat your cunt."

She did so, as quickly as her awkward body would allow, positioning her cunt
in front of my face. Most of my sperm had by now entered her womb, or had
already dribbled down her legs and butt, where it showed up as chalky white
splotches. But a bit remained on the edges of her vagina, and I speared out
the tip of my tongue there to taste myself. Then I pulled open her pussy with
my two thumbs to have another look from a different angle.

It still looked good, and the clit stuck out as far as ever. I stuck my thumbs
into her vagina and pulled that open - to see more of my sperm glistening
within.

When I pulled her cunt open, LaShonda responded by sucking harder on my cock
and sticking her finger farther up my butt. I stuck my finger in her butt as
I began sucking on her big clit. The harder I sucked on her clit, the harder
she sucked on my cock. Soon we were both sucking like hotel vacuum cleaners,
and our fingers were poking deep into each other's bowels.

I knew we couldn't keep it up for long, she was already on the edge, so I told
her to let me up. She reluctantly released my cock and raised a leg to let me
slide out from under her. Then I positioned myself behind her, looking down on
her widespread cunt and the little asshole above it.

I leaned over her and rubbed the sides of her belly, then squeezed her tits as
they hung down, nipples brushing the bed. "Stick it in me, baby," she said.

"Mommy," I asked her, "Do you want me to stick my big cock up your ass?"

She grinned lewdly back at me. "Baby, I want your big cock slamming into my
asshole as hard as it'll go."

"If that's what you want," I answered, "I'll pound your butt so hard you won't
sit down for a week."

Again she grinned at me. "Don't talk about it. Do it."

I stuck my cock at the puckered hole of her well-lubed ass and pushed forward
with no further preliminaries. The head of my cock slipped in with only a
little resistance. As soon as it was in, I grabbed both her hips and said,
"Here it comes."

Then I pushed forward with all my might, knocking her off her knees and
landing on top of her as my cock drilled deep into her rectum. She cried out
both in pain and lust, but as I rested on top of her with my cock buried to
the hilt, she turned and said, "That's the way. Now do it some more."

Her legs were splayed wide, leaving her asshole totally open to me, and I
laid on top of her and slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. The bed
shook and bounced against the wall with the power of our coupling. My strokes
got harder and faster and she thrust her butt up at me more wildly. She was
bucking so hard, I reached under her and grabbed both her tits to hold on as
I drove into her with all the power Reward could give me.

Obviously, we couldn't keep this up for long, and soon we were both moaning
with ecstasy as my seed entered her bowels. Then we both lay quiet for a long
time.

At last I pulled out of her, my cock making a popping sound as the head
emerged. I laid down beside her and she rolled over to rest her head on my
shoulder. After a while she said, "Is the hour up?"

"Just about," I answered, looking at the clock by the bed.

"If you want to keep going," she said, "you don't have to pay me - just fuck
me some more like that."

I kissed her and thanked her for saying that. "Let's do it again," I said,
"but I've got to go now."

I gave her another thousand as a tip. "Are you sure about this?" she asked. "I
know you're rich and all, but you can get a really high-class hooker for a lot
less money than this."

"LaShonda," I said, kissing her on the forehead and holding her tight, "no
hooker can fuck like you just did. You earned it."

We parted with promises to renew acquaintances soon, and I went out for a ride
in my little car, whatever it was.

I drove out to ASU to see how Tom O'Malley did among a test group of Debbie
Kowalski's contemporaries. The car drew the stares I had expected, and when
at last I found a parking space, I found that Tom O'Malley also turned a few
heads.

Outside the library there was one pretty young redhead who was particularly
frank in her admiration, staring at me quite openly. I walked over to her and
put out my hand. "Hi," I said, "I'm Tom O'Malley. Like what you see?"

She laughed. "You're cute," she said, "but too conceited."

"If you're not interested in a long-term relationship, you don't have to worry
about the personality," I answered. "How about just a quick fuck then?"

"What the hell . . . ?" she said, but then Reward amended it to, "Sure,
where?"

"How about right here," I suggested, gesturing to the area in front of the
library. There were several groups handing out literature or promoting various
organizations. I took her by the hand and led her over to a table for a group
protesting the wearing of fur.

"Excuse me," I said to the thoroughly unpleasant-looking young woman running
the table. "Would you mind moving some of these pamphlets somewhere else? We
need this table for a fuck."

"Sure, go ahead," said Ms. Anti-Fur, picking up the pamphlets and moving them
to the other end of the long table.

"Okay, uh, what's your name?" I asked, then went on, "That's okay, whatever
your name is, just bend over the table here."

The girl was in shock but, much to her own surprise, did as she was told. "My
name is Lana," she said. "What are you going to do? You can't fuck me here."

"Of course I can," I said. "Nobody cares."

And of course I was right, nobody paid the slightest attention as I pulled
her short skirt up around her waist, dropped her panties to the ground, and
stuck my cock in the sweet little slit that stuck up in the air as she bent
over the table.

There wasn't much to the fuck, just the standard in and out, and the day was
too hot to extend it unnecessarily. I just stroked for a while as she bent
over the table, told Reward to give her a good orgasm as her reward for
helping me with my test, and then shot my load into her.

When we were done, I thanked her for the fuck, picked up her panties for her,
thanked Ms. Anti-Fur for the use of her table, and returned to my car,
whatever it was.