"My dad's giving you a ride?"
Bison felt a strange pang of jealousy at the news. He figured that he would be biking Croissant back home again, since he had been the one to pick her up in the first place, earlier in the day. Croissant waved dismissively, smiling at Bison with utter nonchalance.
"Didn't want ya bikin' me back home, just t'come back here anyways. Feels like a waste of time for ya… ya deserve to rest up, Bison! We did some good work today, yeah?"
"Yeah… yeah, we did," Bison said, frowning.
"Y'alright? Whassamatter?"
"Nothing," Bison lied, pouting, "I guess I just, uhh…"
Croissant raised a brow. "You just uhh what?"
"N-nothing, nothing…"
Croissant smiled, and then she playfully punched Bison on the shoulder. That got him to smile back, at least. "Stop messin' 'round, Bison. Get some rest. Yer old man'll take care o'me, I promise t'ain't nothin' worth worryin' 'bout, 'kay?"
Bison opened his mouth to speak, only to turn at the sound of his father exiting the office. As if on cue, the limousine that Bison had seen countless times before had rounded the corner, and crept up the street towards them. Bison sighed without really meaning to, prompting his father to pat him over the back.
"Are you alright, Bison?" Eurill asked.
"Mm-hmm. Sure… I guess I'm just a bit tired," the boy mumbled.
"You should get some sleep then. Tomorrow's another big day, isn't it?" Eurill grinned. "I'll be sitting you down with The Emperor from Penguin Logistics early in the morning. More discussions to be had about trade routes."
"Ah, that's right… I almost forgot." Bison put his finger to his chin, thinking about the conversation to follow. He somehow didn't figure The Emperor as someone to conduct business early in the morning. Quite the opposite, really. He figured the penguin to be something of a night owl, but he's been pleasantly surprised before.
"I was just tellin' him to take it easy!" Croissant snickered, just as Eurill opened the limo door for Croissant to get in.
"After you, my dear," Eurill told her, which Bison found irritating for some reason he couldn't quite place. Croissant flashed Eurill a smile, and that only bothered Bison much more.
"Aw shucks, such a gentleman~!" Croissant turned back to Bison and gave him a final wave. "G'night, kid—I mean uh, seeya later Bison! Text me if ya need me, yeah?"
"Yeah… yeah, I will," Bison said, perking up a little at the thought. He watched with evident disappointment as Croissant slipped into the limousine as his own father held the door open, only to shut that same door and turn to Bison with a warm smile.
"Goodnight, son," said Eurill, "I'll have the limo pick you up tomorrow morning. Say around eight o'clock?"
"Sure thing dad," said Bison, "goodnight…"
Eurill gave his son a thumbs-up, before circling the limo and entering from the other side. And the Bison watched the limo leave the street — and with it, his father, and his crush.
Croissant let out a long sigh as she settled against the limousine's cushions, her eyes drifting shut as the vehicle she rode in cruised gently, smoothly, down the street. She was reminded of Texas's driving, somehow. Always so careful, so diligent, no matter where they were going, or the urgency. Naturally, that meant that Exusiai was the worse driver of the two. She wondered — hoped, really — that they were having a good enough time at Rhodes Island.
"Are you alright, Croissant?" Eurill asked her. Croissant opened her eyes to look at Bison's father, who was seated closely next to her. She cracked a smile.
"Tension so gosh-darned thick you could cut it with a knife," she remarked. Eurill's expression was unreadable, and not simply because the limo's interior was dimly lit.
"Is it really getting that bad between Bison and me?" He seemed to be genuinely asking.
"Dunno. The kid's prolly stressed to hell n'back. Remember what I said 'bout the big shoes to fill?"
"Of course, of course… Unfortunately, however, they're shoes that he's going to have to fill. He's made that choice already. He just needs some de-stressing, that's all…"
Croissant tilted her head, her smile widening. "Aw, yeah? An' how do you reckon he's gonna de-stress?" Eurill doesn't immediately answer Croissant's question. Instead, he pushed a button directly beside the minibar — which was obviously stocked with drinks and snacks and the like — and he spoke into the small intercom that was located there against the paneling of the limo's interior.
"Driver?" Eurill asked.
"Sir?" The limo didn't slow down as Eurill's chauffeur answered back.
"We're not to be disturbed during our ride. Not until the door opens. Is that clear?"
"Of course, sir."
"Thank you."
Croissant sat up with pleasant surprise, watching Eurill closely now as he removed his finger from the intercom and turned back to face the smaller, younger Forte.
"My son needs a woman," Eurill spoke frankly. "I think that would help him unwind…"
"Oh?" Croissant smiled, and her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle as they passed another streetlight. "What kinda woman does li'l Bison need? Got a lady in mind?"
Almost as soon as she asked the question, she felt Eurill's hand rest over her thigh.
"I did," was all Eurill said.
Croissant exhaled, letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding in.
"Eurill… yer gonna make a bad decision here," she reminded, "if you mess with me."
"That almost sounds like a threat." Bison's father smirked. "Did you want me to stop?"
She almost said yes, and then she felt the man's hand squeeze her lower thigh, making her feel… wanted, for the first time in quite some time. She loved to feel wanted. She loved being noticed by someone like him.
"Croissant… did you want me to stop?" Eurill repeated, keeping his smile. The younger woman gulped.
"No…" She mumbled, scooting closer to the man twice her age. "Keep… touchin' me…" She had no idea just how much she was blushing, but her cheeks were burning red. Eurill thought it was immensely adorable, how she'd changed so quickly over the course of a few short minutes.
"Where'd your spark from earlier go?" He asked her, curious where her confidence had gone. Croissant laughed nervously, shuffling in her seat.
"...I think it just hit me," she said, looking him in the eyes, "that this is real. That yer dead serious 'bout this kinda thing… and… shit… ahh, shit, shit, shit…" She gulped. "M-my place is… twenty minutes away," she mumbled suddenly.
"That's right…" Eurill whispered. He watched Croissant turn to face him more, while she put her small hand over his big wrist.
"...so you've got me 'till then," Croissant reasoned, "you've got me for the next… twenty minutes or so…"
Oh, Croissant, sweetheart, Eurill thought, I think I've got you for much longer than that.
"What do you want to do for the next twenty minutes?" Eurill asked her, his voice low and coated with something sweet, like honey. Croissant squirmed again, pressing her thighs together reflexively. Now Eurill had his hand between the younger girl's legs.
"Ha ha… s'been a li'l while since I've… taken any stud for a ride," she remarked, quietly. "Why don'tcha show me what I'm gonna be working with, Mr. Pides…?"
"I told you to call me Eurill, sweetheart," the older man told her.
"You don't like it when I call ya Mister?" Croissant blushed even harder now. Eurill grasped what she was hinting towards, however. He smiled devilishly, and he twitched beneath his pants. Now the tension really was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
And speaking of thickness…
Croissant gulped at the sight of the bulge in his pants. Now that she was just a little bit closer to it… she couldn't help but stare so pointedly at Bison's father's crotch, wondering what kind of monster was trapped there beneath its cloth prison. Eurill relished the expression on Croissant's face, the mere sight turning him on even more. Truthfully, he'd fantasized about Croissant quite a bit before this evening… and he was utterly elated to finally have the little tease right where he wanted her.
"Sh-shucks, Eurill…" Croissant whispered. Moaned, really. "C-can I… touch ya, there?" She didn't know why she felt the need to ask. She already knew damn well what his answer was going to be. Eurill leaned back and laced an arm around Croissant's shoulders, keeping his legs spread apart in the limousine.
"Unzip me," he told her, and she gulped before doing just that.
And while she un ziiiiiiiipped Eurill's pants, she suddenly thought of his son. She worried about Bison, and hoped that he was okay, and that he wouldn't ever, ever find out about what was about to happen in this limo.
Her hand seemed to move on its own. It's not that she didn't want to do this. As a matter of fact, her wanting to do this was exactly the problem, wasn't it? But she couldn't dwell on that now, because…
"Ahhhhh~"
Eurill sighed as he was finally freed, and Croissant gasped, her eyes going wide as saucers at the sight of Eurill's massive manhood. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. A frankly delicious-looking cock; it was rigid and turgid and veiny and demanded attention, here and now, from Croissant herself.
Ten… eleven… shucks… is this son of a gun seriously twelve inches long…?!
Croissant chewed her lip nervously. She was suddenly deeply nervous about doing this, but for a wholly different reason! Eurill picked up on Croissant's sudden anxiousness, and he patted her gently with his arm still slung around her shoulders.
"I haven't seen a look like that in a long time," he admitted, chuckling confidently. "You're not going to back down now, Croissant, are you? You don't strike me as the type…"
"Golly… sheeeeeesh, Mr. Pides… you've got a… a gosh-darned rifle in your pants, nevermind a freakin' hand cannon!" She gulped, blushing intensely as she stared with bulging eyes at Bison's father's monstrous erection. Poking through the hole in his pants, Eurill's cock was tall and proud and diligent, like a soldier standing at attention and ready to show off. It pointed straight up at the ceiling, and seemed to pulsate gently as Croissant stared longingly at it. Her mouth… started to water.
"You're used to handling big and heavy things, aren't you?" Eurill smirked. "Go on then, Croissant. Unless… you haven't done this sort of thing before?" He raised an eyebrow, suddenly considering Croissant and whether or not she was experienced. Croissant pouted, just like he assumed she would, and she shook her head sternly.
"I ain't no virgin!" She defended herself immediately. "You bet yer ass I've done this before! Just… ain't never been with a married man, you know! And one that I… that I know personally," she mumbled, biting her lip and smiling. "Makes me feel like… like a proper homewrecker, yeah? Ahh, shit… I'm so fuckin' bad…"
"No one's going to know, Croissant. Unless you're in the habit of telling such things," Eurill mused, "but I don't think you are. At least, I'd certainly hope not… considering how poorly it would make us all look…"
She frowned. She didn't know who had the upper hand anymore: herself, or Bison's dad. If she was lucky — and if she paid attention — perhaps she could find a way to… swing things back around towards herself.
"I'm doin' this…" She whispered — more so to herself than anyone else — as she grabbed a hold of Bison's father's cock, feeling his manhood twitch hotly between her small fingers. "I'm really doin' this, huh…"
"You really are," Eurill teased, only to sigh as Croissant started to stroke him. She moved her hand up and down, carefully, back and forth… getting a feel for the rhythm between them. While it's true that neither of them have had fun like this in quite some time… they still knew how the game was played. The push and the pull of things. The ins, and the outs…
Croissant adjusted herself; she wanted to be in a more comfortable position. Leaning her body against Eurill's, she looked out the window as she started jerking him off, watching the street lights pass them by, illuminating their sin each time they passed beneath those pillars. She saw the windows of storefronts and apartment housing; she saw other cars driving by, and wondered… what would they think if they saw something like this? A young girl like her, pleasuring a man like Eurill Pides, the founder and owner of MountainDash Logistics? Compared to him, she was practically a nobody… but then again, does a nobody really stroke off a man such as him?
"Fuck…" Eurill moaned as the crude curse passed through his lips. He stayed leaning back against the seat, settling into coziness and comfort. It must have felt amazing to be stroked off by a girl half your age — Croissant certainly couldn't empathize. "God, that feels so good… your hand is so… small, and soft…"
Croissant smiled. She willed herself to look back at him, turning away from the windows and regarding Eurill in a friendly enough manner. "Heh… well, thank ya, big guy. I'mma be honest… I'm a bit worried that this here baseball bat's gonna break me. Dunno if I can… do more than…" She trailed off, unsure how to phrase the sentence without sounding as whorish as she felt. Thankfully, Eurill understood what she was trying to say.
"It's alright, sweetheart," he assured her. "Nothing ever happens between us… that you don't want. Alright…?" He bit his lip, eyes going half-closed from the lust he felt in this moment. Waves of pleasure spread out from his crotch; from his core, and all throughout his body.
Croissant felt as though her heart was about to leap right out of her chest. She felt as though she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. "Y-yeah…?"
"Mm…" Eurill sighed again, with great relief clear on his face. "I want you to be… comfortable with all of this too, Croissant, sweetheart. A gal like you… heh. You make a lot of guys go crazy, don't you…?"
"Dunno. Maybe." Croissant smiled. She nuzzled Eurill's arm, somehow surprised at his kindness even as she was playing with his cock. For some reason, she worried less about Bison's mother, and more about Bison himself. "Eurill… we can't tell nobody nothin' 'bout this."
"Hah…" Eurill opened his eyes again, and the bastard actually grinned. "No shit."
"Heh… just feels like it bears repeatin'... we keep this kinda stuff 'tween us, an' that's it."
"Yeah, baby…" Eurill moaned softly, and Croissant found that she actually cherished being called baby of all things — although sweetheart was certainly a close second. "Keep going, Croissant… don't stop jerking me off, sweetie…"
"I ain't gonna stop, Eurill… I ain't gonna stop 'till the job's well done," she promised, turning her body more to face the man she was pleasuring. Confidently, she reached out with her other hand, moving both along his shaft and stroking him with both her palms gliding against his length. Biting her lip, Croissant focused on keeping up the rhythm, listening out for Eurill's delicious and manly moans of pleasure while she toyed with him, stroking his cock up and down, back and forth, again and again, and again…
"Oh fuck…" Eurill groaned again, his voice low and husky and dripping with seduction, and arousal. Croissant never in her life imagined that she would hear Bison's father in such circumstances, let alone be the one to make him feel this way. She felt so bad; so naughty, so slutty, so sinful… and a small part of her wanted to stop. A pathetically small portion of herself thought that this was a bad idea — that she had to stop this RIGHT NOW and get out of the limo and never speak a word of this to anyone until the day she died. And yet, that was a very, very small part of Croissant.
A bigger, badder, hornier part of Croissant wanted to keep this going. Rationalized that it was either her, or some other lucky girl in her twenties. Someone… potentially meaner, more scalding, more cruel. Bison's father didn't deserve that, she thought. He was a hard-working man with a hard cock that deserved…
…a warm and wet hole to stuff his… mmfff…
She gulped again. What in the world was she thinking? Eurill's musky and manly smell was making her head spin. Her strokes became a little bit slicker, and she knew that it was because of Eurill's precum dribbling from the head of his cock, and coating his shaft in lubricant.
"H-how are we gonna… t-take care o'the mess?" She asked before it became a problem, and Eurill was prepared to answer.
"You'll take care of it," he answered, with a laugh. "Feeling thirsty, sweetheart…?"
Croissant's mouth was still watering. She licked her lips at the thought of… drinking down absolutely anything that Bison's father wanted to pump or pour down her slutty little lips.
"Yes…" She whispered, nodding, "God…"
"C-Croissant… baby," Eurill moaned, "c-can you please… kiss it? Please…"
Croissant smiled lewdly. "Only 'cause ya said please," she told him.
I'm sorry, Bison… but yer old man, he's…
Croissant adjusted herself again. In no time at all she was lying prone across the long seat in the limousine, her feet in the air behind her while she brought her face right up to Eurill's thick and throbbing cock…
…and she planted the softest, sweetest kiss on the head of his dick, feeling him twitch against her soft lips when she did. The sensation was borderline addicting… and so she did it again, and again, and again. She planted gentle kiss after gentle kiss against a married man's manhood, peppering his penis with smooches, humming with utter delight as she did so. At this point, all thoughts of anyone else drifted out of Croissant's head, like balloons sailing away. She thought only of Eurill in this moment, and how she could best pleasure him. That was her new directive: here was a hulking, handsome man… and by God, she wanted to be his plaything.
"Oohhhhh… Croissant…" He moaned again, shuddering from the pleasure she was giving him. Every kiss against his rigidity was like lightning… and she was all-too happy to bring the perfect storm. On her ultimate kiss, Croissant lingered there, at the head of his cock, and she hummed lewdly against his dick, feeling him throb against her mouth. That musky aroma went directly up her nostrils, now… hypnotizing her into being even more of a little slut.
"Don't stop, baby," Eurill whispered, groaning as Croissant continued moving her hands up and down his length… stroke-stroke-stroking him closer and closer to his peak. Croissant giggled — she actually giggled! — feeling more and more like a naughty little schoolgirl with her hands all over favorite teacher. They would get away with this, she thought. No one was going to find out, she thought. This would be their little secret… and then what? Where could they go from here? She didn't know… but somehow, that uncertainty only served to make the poison taste even sweeter.
She wrapped her lips around Eurill's cock now, able to fit the head and a few inches at least down her throat. Almost as soon as she does this, however, Eurill gasps with pleasure and writhes in his seat.
"Oh fuck…!" Eurill grit his teeth, suddenly overcome with pleasure as he felt Croissant's small, soft, wonderfully wet mouth latch around his dick. That's a reaction that Croissant is delighted to see, and it inspires her to move her head back and forth… in no time, she's fellating Eurill there in the limo, sucking his cock and stroking what she's unable to fit down her throat. The man was big enough that there was still a considerable bit left that wasn't down her throat… and it would take nothing short of a miracle for Croissant to fit this footlong monster all the way inside… no matter the entrance.
Thankfully, however, Croissant wouldn't have to worry about this for very long. Judging from Eurill's sounds and shaking, he was close. Dangerously close.
"Oh fuck, sweetheart…!" Bison's father grunted, lustfully. "I'm… I'm going to…!"
Croissant was ready! Or at least, as ready as she'd ever be! She wrapped her lips around the head of Eurill's cock, and she jerked him off with both hands, stroking him to completion. She could feel him twitch harder, and grow hotter, and she knew that he was riiiiight on the precipice of…
"Cumming, I'm cumming, Croissant! RRRGH~!"
Croissant closed her eyes and prepared herself for the shotgun blast — and as it turned out, she was right to brace herself. Eurill grunted and groaned and growled with pleasure as he unloaded a torrent into Croissant's little mouth, blowing his load down her throat as she desperately tried to swallow every last drop. And what a task it was! Croissant worried that she would immediately belch or spit up from the sheer volume that Bison's father was pumping down her throat… but thankfully, blessedly, she had managed to swallow every last drop of Eurill's pent-up frustration. Every last string of cum that splashed against her tongue and gums and teeth… she drank it down dutifully.
The poor, hard-working Forte girl was dizzy. Her head was spinning. With the amount of work she'd done today, it was a small wonder she even had the energy to do something like this. But… she had succeeded. She had won… plenty of cum, and the affection of her close friend's dear old dad, it seemed.
Croissant slipped her mouth off of Bison's dad's cock, and she panted. She didn't even realize she was so breathless until this very moment, and her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and she grinned from ear to ear like she'd been caught. The cat who ate the canary — so long as cat and canary were nothing but euphemisms.
To Croissant's credit, Bison's father seemed out of breath, too. He panted softly as he leaned against the limo's cushioned seat. His eyes were wide and his grin was dopey; he was well and truly happy, and relieved, and it was all thanks to her! To think that someone like her could make someone like him… feel any sense of comfort and relief… maybe there surely was some goodness to be found in sucking her best friend's dad's dick.
"Phew… wow… hahh… Croissant…" Eurill was out of breath. His wet cock softly throbbed as it started to go limp, until it lay against the thigh of his pants. Daringly, Croissant leaned in and kissed his dick again, this one seeming more like a goodbye smooch than anything else. It was enough to make Eurill chuckle, which in turn made Croissant giggle. "That was incredible, sweetheart," he praised.
Eurill lifted his hand and gently placed it over Croissant's head. He patted her carefully, as if testing the waters with this gesture… and fortunately for Eurill, Croissant really seemed to like it. She nuzzled his hand and adored the touch… the reaffirmation that she'd done an excellent job. She graciously took the head pats. It's not every day that she got them, after all!
"Holy cow… I… can't believe we just did that…!" She exclaimed, looking up at Eurill with stars in her eyes. Even now, she was licking her lips. She made sure that every last bit of his spunk was swallowed down… and given the fact that she loved the taste, she knew that it would be no trouble for her to do something like this at a later date.
Hopefully… sooner, rather than later.
"Fuck…" Croissant bit her lip, anxiously.
Eurill lifted his head from the cushion, carefully looking Croissant over. "Something wrong, sweetheart?"
"Sure 'nuff…" Croissant smiled meekly, tilting her head a little as she looked up at him. "I'm… SO fuckin' wet…"
