“Okay, folks! I think we can wrap it up and get back to work,” said the brand new manager of the Atakapa Regional Water Treatment Facility. “Angela,” the six-foot-two-inch dark-skinned man said, “what time do I have to meet the realtor?”
“You’re scheduled to meet her at the first house in twenty minutes, sir,” answered his new short and plump secretary.
“Alright then. I better get going.”
“Roger that, sir. I emailed you the location and a link on Google maps. Should take you right there.”
“Thanks. Back in a couple of hours.”
Joe Dowdell checked his iPhone 5S as he strode across the parking lot to his white 2013 GMC Sierra 1500 Crew Cab Denali truck. The wastewater reclamation expert hopped into the vehicle and started it up. He typed the address into the in-dash GPS. He let it idle for a few moments as he called his second wife.
“Hey, Joe,” she answered a little too dryly.
“Hi. How you doing, Sarina,” the two-hundred-fifty-pound man inquired.
“I’m good. Just wrapping up my planning period,” the third grade teacher replied.
“Oh okay. Well, I’m headed out to meet the realtor. I’ll take lots of pictures and email them to you. It may be until I get back to the hotel after work before I can do that.”
“That’s fine. Just make sure it has our specs.”
“Yes ma’am. At least four bedrooms, three baths, big backyard, newer construction, two floors.”
“Thanks, Joe. I gotta run.”
“Alright, baby. Love you!”
“Thanks! You too. Bye.”
Joe shifted into drive and pulled onto the street. He arrived at the nice Dutch Colonial style home and noticed there were no other cars in the driveway. He checked the clock which revealed he was five minutes early. He thought for a few minutes about how he had met Sarina. He and his first wife, Mariel, had struggled through four pregnancies that all ended in miscarriages. After several years of marriage he had resigned himself to the fact that he would not have c***dren. Mariel grew to hate sex as she wanted to avoid the disappointment it might bring in the end.
Joe’s eye would wander so he banged other chicks occasionally. Mostly, he had screwed older ladies so an outside c***d would not be an issue. A little over eleven years after he’d wed Mariel, he was visiting his hometown. Mariel wasn’t able to make the trip with him. He attended a cookout and met Sarina. She was a cute, smart, redbone who just about to complete her degree in elementary education in a few months. They talked. She flirted. He worked his charm. Joe and Sarina ended up in bed and fucked for almost the entire next two days.
Joe got the call from Sarina’s dad – a man that was only a couple years ahead of him in high school – three months later. He knew he had to man up. He planned to take care of the c***d financially, but spare Mariel. Sarina’s father had other plans. The future granddad demanded a wedding and threatened to tell Joe’s mama. Joe bit the bullet and told his then wife. She was calm. She told him they needed to divorce and split everything fifty-fifty. Joe was shocked. They split and Mariel never said a word although she was deeply saddened.
Joe married Sarina in a small ceremony and moved her in with him. After the baby girl was born, Sarina got a job teaching the next year. Now his daughter was six years old and he had gotten an on-the-spot job offer at a large facility. He accepted immediately. It was the middle of the school so Sarina was unwilling to leave immediately. For the time being, they would be seeing each other only on weekends. Because Joe doted on their c***d, Sarina did not worry about him cheating on her.
Joe heard the sound of a car. He looked in the rear view mirror to see a small candy apple red 2011 Mazda MX-5 Miata pulling in behind him. Out stepped a medium-height blonde lady wearing a pink botanical printed sheath t-shirt dress. He jumped out of the car. He extended his hand.
“I’m Jessi Borden,” the slender blonde with D-cup tits exclaimed producing a business card. “Sorry I’m late. You must be Joe.”
They shook as Joe said, “No problem. And, yes I am Joe.”
“Awesome! Let’s go ahead and get you inside.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Jessi fumbled with the lockbox and finally got the signal to send from her phone so they could open the door. “It opens up to a beautiful foyer. Where’d you say you and your wife were moving from?”
“Mixon Springs,” he offered.
“Oh how nice. I’ve never been. Heard it’s lovely. I think you’ll love this neighborhood. It’s quiet. And right through here you’ll see the amazing open floor plan. What do you think,” she asked finally turning to look at him.
“So far so good.”
Joe noticed Jessi’s gaze remained for a moment too long.
“What’s the matter,” he pressed.
“Oh nothing. You sorta remind me of someone,” she shared.
“Oh okay.”
“Your name is Joe. You never lived in Coalston did you?”
“No. Lived close though.”
“Okay. I grew up in Coalston. Let’s take a look at the kitchen. Granite counter tops. Double ovens. Stainless steel appliances. Could you see this as yours?”
“Yeah,” Joe replied looking at her plump ass.
“That’s great. Through here is the dining room and then the deck.”
The pair stepped outside examining the massive backyard.
“I’m going to ask a crazy question,” Jessi stated.
“Uh. Now I’m scared,” the buyer chuckled.
“Ha-ha,” she mocked him. “Do you remember an Emily from Coalston that lived on Hackey Road?”
“Uhhhhh.”
“It’s you,” Jessi beamed.
“I don’t know you,” Joe blurted.
“I know you don’t remember me. That was twenty years ago. I was only nine.”
Joe calmed down.
“You were nine,” he inquired running through his mind.
“Yes sir. You came to see my babysitter back then occasionally. You always brought me Kit Kat bar,” Jessi hinted. “Let’s get back inside and look at the upstairs.”
“I did,” he questioned.
“Sure did. But I was way young. That’s why you don’t remember me.”
They walked up the stairs.
“Here’s the master bedroom. Large bath, two walk-in closets,” Jessi was back in sales mode.
“Is this a joke,” Joe huffed.
“No. Why?”
“I remember an Emily in Coalston on Hackey Road. I don’t remember her babysitting. She had a son and I’d take him Kit Kats when I went over.”
“I know,” Jessi added matter-of-factly. “Do you think this is enough closet space?”
“How do you know? Were you a neighbor?”
“No.”
“Then who are you?”
“I’m Jake. Or at least I used to be Jake.”
“What the…”
“Yeah. I was Jake. Now I’m Jessi. It’s been twenty years. Momma died when in a meth explosion a couple of years after you moved away,” Jessi started. “My great aunts got me and wouldn’t spend a dime of my money on me or anything. So I got a little when I turned 18. A little more at 21. And a bunch more at 25. During all that time I went to school and studied history then became a realtor. I became a girl and that’s that.”
“Wait. What?!?!?!?”
“You got it right, Joe,” Jessi exclaimed. “I’m Emily’s daughter, well, son as you knew it.”
“No way. Why’d you do all this,” Joe was exasperated.
“I did it because you always made me feel comfortable since I was the boy that stayed in the house and played dolls. Y’all would send me on the porch to play, but I’d always wait a few minutes and sneak back in. I would hear you fuck me mom like a b**st and I knew I wanted it.”
“You couldn’t have known way back then,” Joe dismissed the comment.
“But I did,” Jessi attempted to convince him.
“How old are you now?”
“Twenty-nine.”
“You were Jake. Now you got tits?”
“Yes I do.”
“Are they real?”
“Of course,” she giggled.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I mean I took hormones for a while and got some implants too.”
“Let me see,” Joe commanded.
Jessi pulled her dress and bra down in one swift motion revealing her firm, lily-white, ample breasts with the sizable pink areolas that sat on the tits a bit higher than most natural women’s did.
“They look pretty damn real to me,” Joe confessed in a hushed voice. “Still can’t believe you’re Jake…”
“Thank you. I’m not Jake any more. I’m Jessi,” she cooed.
“I can see that. Those titties look pretty got dog real.”
“You like them,” she purred squeezing the mounds together.
“I don’t know,” Joe began to sweat,
“What’s wrong, daddy?”
“You said you did all this because of me,” Joe checked.
“Well,” Jessi started. “I always knew I wanted to be a girl. And when I would hear how you fucked her, I knew it was a real feeling. So in a way, yes sir.”
“Shit,” he salivated.
“What,” she whined knowing full well what the look in his eyes meant.
Joe lunged at Jessi like they were on opposing football teams. His arms locked around her waist as he knelt down to motorboat her boobs. He sucked on the right as he played with the left using his enormous hands. Then he rotated. This continued for the next five minutes. Jessi screamed nonstop. She uttered sounds so sweet he thought he would nut right there in his pants.
Joe placed her gently on the carpeted floor of the empty room and unbuckled his pants. He placed his long, hard eight-and-a-half-inch dick between her mammary glands and began to feed his manhood to her. Jessi’s body-hugging dress was still only halfway off her body. She slobbered on it.
“Suck that dick, bitch,” Joe ordered.
“Mmhmm. Yes, Black Daddy,” Jessi whimpered.
“That’s what you wanted?”
“You know it, sir!”
“Suck it.”
“Oh shit,” Joe threw his head back.
“You like that, Black Daddy!”
“Yes, bitch!”
“Have you ever fucked a girl like me?”
“No bitch!”
Jessi went into full on ‘get-him’ mode, “I know you wanna fuck me,” she said with pouty red lips in a soft youthful voice.
“Hell yeah,” Joe confessed sliding to the side off the top of her.
Joe pulled all of her clothing off. He saw her small two-inch soft penis. He asked, “You kept that dick?”
“It’s not a dick. It’s a clit,” Jessi countered.
“Where that pussy?”
Jessi popped over onto her knees, wiggled her ass and said, “Right here.”
“Ooh yeah!”
Joe slapped the buxom butt cheeks with both of his hands. Red marks appeared. He grabbed Jessi’s waist and spat on her booty hole. He pulled her into him while his cock f***efully went inside. Jessi cried out. “Uhn uh,” Joe grunted. “You did this for me.” He pushed every inch in until he was balls deep. “You like Black dick, huh?”
“Yes sir,” she wailed.
“I know you do,” Joe confirmed. “You did this for me?”
“Yes I did!”
“I know. So, you gotta take this dick!”
Joe pounded. Jessi took it.
“I wanna see them titties when I fuck,” he yelled flipping her on her back.
“Oh shit,” Jessi cooed.
“That’s good,” Like a real girl,” he said kneading her big boobies.
“Oh daddy.”
“Tell me what kinda daddy, bitch!”
“Oh Big Black Daddy!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!”
Joe pulled his big dick out and came all over Jessi.
They wiped off and got dressed.
“Look,” Joe said. “If this is between us we can keep it up.”
“It is,” Jessi swore.
“Here’s the deal. We gonna buy this house. I just gotta take some pictures of the place. We need to tell a man from you firm to show up at closing so my wife won’t get stupid. After that, she ain’t coming till next September so we can fuck till then, no issue. You can come to my room tonight too. I’ll tell her this the best and we can make an offer. I’ll make sure you get all your commission, Jessi.”
“I’m down with that that, Black Daddy,” Jessi said adjusting her tits as she pulled up her dress. “Let’s get those pics.”