Starting from Scratch Ep. 068: SHIRTS LEAVE

"Fuck you're good at this." Mace praised Odessa who peered up at him with her big brown eyes thanking him for the compliment. Running her nails up under his t-shirt she teased his abs and chest. His limbs were shaking under her dedication.

"Damn right I'm good at this." Piper answered for Odessa, "Down boy." That part was meant for Dewey. Without care Dewey Knowles dropped to his knees and removed Piper's hand, lowering his bushy beard in to sink his tongue into Piper's cunt. "That's it Rover, dig in my backyard. I'll just scratch you behind the ear." That she did while Dewey took the hint and moved a free hand beyond his feast to dig a single finger up inside her butt pucker. "FUCK ME!" There it was.

"I can't hold it any longer." Mace growled into the cell, his hand gripping Odessa's stunning tress. Prepared for his reaction she dug her nails into his hips, forcing his cock as far down her throat as she could. Gurgling under pressure Mace lost his battle and flooded her mouth in more cum than he had even delivered to the beautiful Cable girl Francesca just under two hours prior. This was the life. No way was Mace Belmont moving back to Atlanta.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Piper Cherry came all over Dewey's face, her juices drowning his moustache and beard as if he had just stepped out of a shower. "Dammit boy!" She huffed, her exclamation sent to both Dewey and Mace. Dewey easing back peered up at Piper and intentionally panted like a dog.

"Can I hump your leg?" He mumbled grinning.

"Maybe this weekend. Good boy! Go do your business now." She patted his head sending Dewey to the restroom to piss and clean up to be presentable toward his students. That meant jerking off like a demon possessed in a stall. Strangely, he liked this Rover concept.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard." Mace divulged to both Odessa and the overhearing Piper. Piper bit her tongue wanting to say, "I had a hand in that." but, didn't want to encourage him. Instead she growled with a lingering sigh.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP IT'S ALMOST LUNCH."

"On my way." Mace hung up and huffed his cheeks looking down at Odessa still on her knees. Showing off his load on her tongue to be devious he winced. "Swallow it!"

"I'm a Badgerl remember, not a Swallower." She winked then did go ahead and swallow his jizz sharing an empty tongue as proof. "Just because you're cute."

"Thanks! What possessed you to do that?"

"Boredom mostly! This place might as well close it's doors. Business sucks, I suck better." She giggles. Helping her up Odessa returned Mace the favor and pulled up his sweats, taking the effort to tie the drawstring to snug them to his waist. "We don't want these falling down on the way out."

"Thanks Odessa. I'll drop by again I promise."

"Well, you can untie those before you do so they can drop by too." She bashfully teased him with her eyes. "Hope to run into you tonight at the game."

"Me too. I really do need to go. Later Badgerl." He dared to kiss her on the lips and pat her bottom, "Maybe next time those can fall down a little longer than they did earlier."

"Maybe!"

"They sell weed at that head shop up front?"

"You get high?"

"Not much but it's cool now and then. I haven't met anyone in Nashville that deals without my having a disability manifest from a Doctor."

"I'll find you some and bring it to the game. I...know people who know people who know people."

"Awesome...glad I met you Odessa."

"Same here."

At the door with the box of shirts Mace used it to mask his still boasting erection. He didn't have time to risk any more prying eyes. The way he was going he was meeting new women every thirty minutes. Who knew he had that much charisma? He was getting a big head. So were they.

"I hope the drive thru at Taco Bell isn't long."

Come on Belmont, it was lunch time.

Highway to Taco Hell.

Extra hot sauce!