Wall Street Pimp: Ball Games  pt. 03



Retirement often got boring for Max.  There was only
so much he could do maintaining his rental properties,
and his old friends on the Street were busy working
most of the time.  He needed to either start a new
business or find a distraction.  In only a week's time
Max called Shannon for some distraction.  He wondered
about Nina, but since she hadn't contacted him, he
wasn't going to call her.  Nina had a boyfriend
anyway, so it was better not to get involved in
anything complicated.  Shannon on the other hand was
uncomplicated.

Max was right the first night: Shannon grew up in
California, and had a very laid back attitude.  She
was up for any kind of partying Max wanted - but she
asked for two hundred this time.  Two hundred was
still a cheap price for the athletic blonde, and he
could easily afford it.  He decided he wanted to go
out to a nice restaurant, so he asked Shannon to dress
up.

He picked her up the next night in his Cadillac XLR
roadster.  She wore a short little black dress.  It
was strapless with a pleated skirt.  Shannon looked
astonishingly elegant given when they first met she
was in sweaty workout clothes.  Her blonde hair was
also done up showing off her neck.

"You look great," Max said.  "Just like a high class
professional."

"Thanks, I like being high class, but I'm a call girl
with only one client, so I don't think I qualify as a
professional."

Shannon was uncomfortable at the restaurant.  She
squirmed in her seat, had trouble using the array of
silverware, and poked curiously at her artistic food.

"I'm sorry, Max," she said.  "I'm having a good time,
but I'm a simple girl from the west coast.  I'm not
use to this kind of treatment or place.  A burrito
with a side of cock is enough to make me happy."

After dinner Max decided to do a one-eighty, and took
Shannon to the baseball game that night.  She had a
much better reaction when they approached the stadium.
  She was so excited that she named the away team even
before Max knew who it was.  She then rambled on about
different players and their stats.

Shannon then gaped in awe when Max brought her to the
executive booth his former company still had over home
plate.  Some of his former partners were already at
the game and immediately said hello to Max.  There
were some clients there enjoying the game too, passing
it off as a business meeting.  They were all men, and
they all stared at Shannon.  They glanced up and down
her long legs and at the cleavage she was showing. 
Shannon didn't seem to notice.  She beamed back a warm
smile at them, said hello when she was introduced, and
ran to the window.  She leaned against the railing,
bending over, to watch the players warm up.

Rodney Marcus, Max's former partner, and now second in
command of Han Investments, gave Max the thumbs up.

"You old dog, you," Rodney said as Max sat next to
him.  "How'd you snag a young thing like that?"

"Maturity has its advantages, Rodney.  Plus I rent out
to a lot of college students, so I get to meet more of
them."

Rodney was older than Max, and had not kept himself
fit, plus he had a wife.  Rodney mostly watched from
the sidelines.

Around the sixth inning, Isiah, one of the younger
fund managers, mid-thirties and African-American,
whispered to Max.

"That's a fine piece of cunt you got there," Isiah
said.  "Don't you have a son that's almost as old as
her?"

"Well he can get his own," Max chuckled back.

"Nice, old man.  Nice.  She looks like a fine fuck. 
She looks fit too.  You could probably ride her all
night."

"Varsity athlete.  You bet'cha."

The game was over quickly, with the Mets losing. 
Shannon lectured Max with what they should have done
to win while the executive box emptied out.  When the
final person said goodbye, Shannon immediately went to
the railing and bent over it.  She lifted her skirt
and pulled down a pair of lacy panties.

"You want to come and do what every guy in this room
wanted to do all night?" Shannon asked looking over
her shoulder.

Max smiled and got up from his chair.  He unzipped his
pants as he moved behind Shannon.  Shannon moved her
fingers over her vagina.  She then tapped it a few
times, arousing herself until her labia started to
just glisten with moisture.  She then dug a finger
into herself to self-lubricate her pussy.  By the time
Max pulled his boxers down, Shannon was already wet
and ready.

Max grabbed her narrow waist and started pumping
immediately.  Shannon put her hands against the glass
for support.  Below on the field, some of the field
crew looked up at them while they were cleaning up. 
They were too far away to make any details, but they
could see enough to see that a pretty blonde girl was
getting banged from behind.  They pumped, hollered,
and cheered from right field.  Shannon waved back and
kissed the glass.

For five minutes Max thrusted into Shannon.  She began
to moan quite loudly, and squirmed as her body began
to climax.  When she came she screamed in pleasure and
began to climb up the glass wall.  Max hadn't finished
and held her down to continue penetrating her
sensitive vagina.

"Oh god... oh god... stop, please stop," Shannon
begged.

Max pulled out, and Shannon crumpled to her knees,
arms resting on the railing.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she said.  "I usually orgasm during
sex, but you're just too much.  I just can't last very
long with you.  I'm sorry."

"That's okay," Max said picking her up from the floor.
   He led her back to the chairs and sat her down. 
"It's still good.  I don't have to cum to have a good
time."

"You're such a sweetie.  Just sit here and give me a
second."

Max sat next to Shannon and she climbed into his lap. 
They started to kiss as her hands went down to grab
his penis and stroke it.  Max unzipped the back of her
dress and pulled it down to fondle her swollen
breasts.  She winced in pain at first, but then he
switched to just brushing against them gently.

"Don't worry, babe," she whispered in his ear.  "I'm
gonna give your cock its money's worth."

She then stood up and slipped her dress and panties
off.  Only in her high healed shoes, facing away from
him, she sat down on his penis.

"Awe geez," she moaned.  "My pussy just loves you... I
can almost climax again."

Shannon fought her own body, putting her head down to
concentrate.  She pushed off on the arms of the chair
and started to move up and down the cock inside her. 
She bit her lip tightly to not let herself go and
orgasm again.  Max just ran his hands gently along her
strong thighs.  They flexed toned muscles as she
propelled herself up and down.  After a dozen
undulations, Shannon seemed to master her body, as she
increased speed.  Max watched the sweating blonde
groan though gritted teeth and determination as she
pumped herself onto his penis.  His penis burned with
heat and the slick wet fluids from inside Shannon's
body.  Then his fluids shot up into her, and his body
jerked from the force.

"There we go," Shannon said.  "Cream my pussy...
ahhh... yes."

While Max was still stiff and still ejaculating, he
grabbed Shannon across the waist, and made the last
couple thrust extra forceful and deep.  Shannon then
climaxed for the second time.

"Holy crap!  Ooooh.... umph!"

Max and Shannon took a few minutes to catch their
breath.  Then Max took the working girl home that
night.  He paid her at her apartment entrance.

"Thanks, Max," she said.  "I had a good time. 
Remember, call me if you want to party again.  I'm up
for it.  And I think I'm getting better."

"You don't need to get any better."

Max was ready to get some work done the next day.