Victory Tour (Part 222) (Patreon)

Sunday, Nov. 4

My night was anything but restful, being forced awake seemingly hourly to race to the bathroom. I was beginning to think I should have just made a pallet of towels on the bathroom floor.

What made it worse was this was the night of the time change as Daylight Saving Time came to an end. Instead of an extra hour to love on Arlene — or sleep — it was just one more hour of waiting for the world to start up again.

Well, it could start without me as far as I was concerned.

Sometime after sunrise — my foggy brain couldn't figure out if it was 6:45 or 7:45 — Marie came to check on me.

"Are you OK, Daddy?" she asked softly, pressing a hand against my forehead and neck. "You feel kinda feverish."

"I've been better," groaned. Or maybe I groaned "I want my mommy." I wasn't real coherent at the moment.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Marie was sticking something in my mouth.

"Lift your tongue, Daddy," she said. "I need to take your temperature."

I think I complied, or maybe Marie was able to put the thermometer under my tongue without my help. Whatever the case, she didn't continue nagging me about it. I was just glad it wasn't a rectal thermometer. I remember getting one of those when I was, like, 3. Having cold glass stuck up my ass was not a pleasant experience.

"101.8," I heard her say a little later. "Not as bad as some folks who've had this. I'll be right back."

I dozed again as Marie scurried off. She shook my shoulder to wake me when she returned.

"I promise this is the last time I'll bother you, Daddy," she said as I rolled over to look at her. "Mrs. Johnson said this will help. It seemed to work with Mrs. Jenson, Rhonda and me. We're going to have to figure that one out, by the way. I keep confusing myself saying Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Jenson so much."

"Miss Carla," I croaked, trying to burrow deeper under the covers only to realize I'd never gotten under them to begin with.

"That might work," Marie chirped, sounding way too perky for the circumstances. "Anyway, she said to drink this fast. Like, slam it, don't sip it."

With that, my pet forced me to sit up and handed me a glass with some murky-looking liquid. I was afraid to even sniff it, let alone sip it.

Gathering my courage, I raised the glass to my lips and gulped down the most foul-tasting substance that had ever been in my mouth. It took some effort not to puke it back up, but I didn't want to have to drink even more of that stuff. Besides, I'd puked enough to last me quite a while just yesterday.

"Good boy," Marie cooed as I emptied the glass. "Now drink this. Kacie said you didn't have time for anything yesterday before your grandfather dragged you out to your farm."

With that, she handed me another glass. Pineapple juice. It tasted miles better than that other stuff, but I don't think it would help me get a blowjob today. Not that I felt like one.

That should tell you just how bad I felt. Even the thought of a blowjob didn't help. Just shoot me now. I don't want to live in a world where I'm not even interested in getting a blowjob.

After consuming the juice, Marie took another empty glass from me and handed me a quart bottle of something yellow. Pedialyte. I didn't know that even came in pineapple flavor.

"You probably don't need all of this right now, but you will soon enough," she said as I took a gulp to wash the last remnants of the foul taste out of my mouth. "I'll leave it on the nightstand for you."

"Dank ya, bebuh," I mumbled as I laid back.

I needed to do something very special for Marie, I thought just before the lights went out. She took such good care of me.

———

Whether it was the fever, the effects of that concoction I drank, the stress of Saturday's events or just my own overactive imagination, I have no idea. But very surreal images were flashing through my mind.

A cartel of militant feminists from Mexico led by Rhonda Devers — dressed in what looked like a knockoff of the Duke of Wellington's uniform — was after me. They were determined to strike a blow against the patriarchy in general and me in particular for my subjugation of very pretty little brunettes. Banners proclaiming "Libera a Marie y Lupita" and "Abajo Con El Guapo Norteamericano" waved in the breeze as they massed for the final assault.

The feminists refused to accept my argument that the ladies were under my protection and remained in my household of their own volition. They were free to go if they chose. Marie was a freaky little bitch who needed what I could provide her. I hadn't even considered trying anything with Lupita. She hadn't had time to come to terms with her predicament. Any abrazos y besos with her would wait until she could decide what she wanted.

Didn't matter. The feminist cartel wanted my head on a pike.

With no weapons handy because Gen. Rackham had taken them all for his own purposes, I was reduced to hurling bricks at my assailants. It slowly dawned on me they were one-kilogram gold bricks.

What made it worse was a band of Tri-Star Security folks, including Sarge and Buck, thought the whole thing was absolutely frickin' hilarious. The two new guys I'd met yesterday at lunch vehemently denounced me for being such a fraud. Why wasn't I charming these girls out of their panties like they'd heard I could do?

Miss Carla just snorted that I was getting what I deserved. She was still pissed at me because I let her husband overeat at Lineshack again. To make matters worse, Marv didn't bring her any cobbler.

Just as the rampaging horde was about to overrun my position, a goddess swooped in to save me.

"Wakey, wakey, sugar," a sultry voice cooed in my ear as feminists began tearing at my pants. "That must be quite the dream you're having."

"Huh?" I grunted, jerking awake just before an attacker with a lust-crazed look in her eyes could get her mouth over the head of my dick.

Great. Now I was scared of getting a blowjob. Those teeth ... ugh.

"I said that must have been a very good dream," Arlene smirked, leering at my rampant dick extending out of the fly of my boxers, the only garment I wore.

"I don't think so," I groaned, dropping back onto the sweat-soaked towel.

"What'd you mean by 'I'm too rich to die?'" Arlene asked.

"No idea," I gasped as a very soft hand wrapped around my shaft.

"Maybe Chanda can tell us when she has a moment," the goddess said, tightening her grip on me. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up. It's almost 11. Marie's going to fix lunch for those who want some. None of us has eaten since lunch yesterday."

"I don't think I can eat anything right now," I protested as Arlene turned toward the bathroom without letting go, leaving me no choice but to follow.

"I'll just have to help you work up an appetite," she smirked.

The redhead maintained her hold on me as she led me to the bathroom. I don't know where she slept last night, but all she wore was an oversized T-short. One of my T-shirts.

Better swing by Walmart and get another pack. Another woman was pilfering my wardrobe. Again.

I couldn't worry about that right now, though. I was too busy enjoying the way Arlene manipulated me as I watched that luscious ass sway just in front of me.

Marie had obviously cleaned up after me while I wallowed in my misery this morning. The jeans I'd left in the bathroom floor were gone. My wallet, phone and keys were placed on counter of the sink.

That reminded me. I needed to get the apartment key back from Miss Carla.

I should also call Jed and tell him the place was off-limits for today. Thank God I had the excuse of the stomach bug going around. There was no way I was going to mention Lupita to him. He'd never believe that story.

Arlene let go of me long enough to strip out of my T-shirt and allow me to shuck the boxers. The scent of disinfectant lingered in the shower, leading me to believe Marie had been very busy this morning. I'd have to tell her not to push herself if she'd been anywhere near as sick as I'd been.

"Going to tell me about her?" Arlene cooed, resuming her grip on me and pulling me into the shower spray.

"Who?" I asked.

"Lupita," the redhead smirked with enough of a squeeze to get my attention.

"I don't know much," I groaned as the squeeze attained a nice rhythm. "She's 18, we found her in a trailer left in a barn on my property, I told her we'd protect her, Miss Carla brought her here. You probably know at least that much by now if you've been around her."

"I know you've collected another damsel," Arlene snorted. "How do you keep doing that?"

"It's not like I go looking for them," I gasped as her grip turned into a full-blown handjob. "This one literally fell in my lap. What was I supposed to do?"

"Find a place to keep her," she smirked, "but not my house. That girl is determined to serve 'El Patron' in every way. Sounds like she's been groomed for just that purpose. Good thing Gladys is willing to sell. Think you can wait for the deal to close before you deflower this girl? It should happen somewhere nicer than the apartment."

Deflower?!

"I have no intention of touching the girl," I protested as the goddess continued stroking.

For one thing, I don't think either of us was in a physical condition conducive to fooling around. There was also the language barrier. Unless Lupita's English was miles better than my Spanish, we'd need an interpreter. And I don't think Erin Aguilar was up for a threesome.

There was also the question of when I'd even find time for such an activity. I was going to be hard-pressed to get all my schoolwork done today. At least the local NFL team had the Monday night game.

"Since when have your intentions meant anything?" Arlene snorted even harder. "Looks like I'll have to do what I can to protect her virtue for as long as possible."

With that, the redheaded goddess squatted down and took me in her mouth, causing my concerns about blowjobs to vanish instantly. She certainly had my interest now. Her expression, while not necessarily lust-crazed, was definitely lascivious.

Arlene unleashed her full arsenal of tricks on me, her tongue doing amazing things I wouldn't have believed possible without experiencing them firsthand.

"God, I love this cock," she gasped when she pulled off to take a breath. "The size, the shape, it's like it was made especially for me."

With a deep breath, she dove back in and resumed her assault. It was all I could do to keep my feet, causing me to grip her head with both hands to maintain my balance.

My hips began flexing on their own as she grabbed both ass cheeks to pull me in. For a second, I thought she was going to deepthroat me, but she somehow managed to pull back enough to avoid me forcing myself too far in.

I surprised myself that I was able to hold off as long as I did. All too soon, the tingle in my balls built beyond the point of no return — like I even wanted to turn back now. I let loose with a bellow, coating her mouth with whatever had built up since my postgame celebration with Kacie.

God, I needed that, I realized as I placed a hand on the wall. Lupita's virtue was safe for a few hours, at least. I needed to stay the fuck away from that cartel of feminists, though. I don't think they'd take no for an answer.

"Feel better?" Arlene grinned as she rose, only to be answered by my rumbling bowels.

"Oh, God," I gasped as another race to the toilet began.

Fortunately, the porcelain throne was just a few steps away. Dripping from multiple locations, I got my butt on the seat just in the nick of time.

What followed did not get the response I expected from the goddess.

"I think Carla's home brew just hit you," Arlene snarked, stepping out to turn on the exhaust fan as I turned the air foul. "It's supposed to clean you out completely. You might ought to flush a couple of times while it does its thing. I don't want the bowl to overflow. We've had to clean up enough messes around here the last 18 hours or so."

"Yes, ma'am," I grunted, reaching back to find the handle.

I can't believe we are having such a conversation in her bathroom, I thought as my guts seized up again when another wave hit. It was like we were an old married couple or something.

Eventually, after the occasional flush just to be safe, the stuff did what it was supposed to and my digestive system returned to a calmer state. I waited for one last fart to render the air almost unbreathable before I felt confident in rising to my feet. I made sure I flushed first, having no desire to see just what my body had expelled.

Arlene handed me the antibacterial soap when I returned to finish bathing. That was probably a good idea, considering some of the places that needed scrubbing now.

The redhead seemed satisfied my hands and other body parts were clean enough and handed me her shampoo. It was time to pay for my keeping.

"So," she began conversationally as I built up a lather and began massaging her scalp, "what was in that trailer besides Lupita?"

I don't know what she'd heard from the girl, but it was going to come out soon enough. I'd better do what I could to control the flow of information.

"Not a word of this to the other girls, please," I said. "They'll find out eventually, but I'd like Mr. Patterson to make sure before I say too much."

"Sounds big," she laughed, bumping her butt against my groin.

"It's bigger than big," I said.

"How much bigger?" she asked, definitely curious now.

"Go ahead and offer the asking price for the place in Utah," I said, causing her to catch her breath if not gasp. "We can decide on who owns it before you close. You can also go ahead and get contractors started on the house. Maybe it'll be ready when you get back from Europe. We could visit after the baby's born."

Arlene turned to me with a serious expression, wiping the suds off her face.

"What did you find?" she demanded.

I told her about the four trailers loaded with cash parked in the barn, but didn't mention the gold. I'd save that for later.

"And you're sure that'll be enough to buy and remodel?" she gasped.

"Unless it's going to cost more than $10,112,000,000," I smirked, having the amount branded into my memory.

"Holy CHRIST!!!" she screeched. "I just blew a billionaire?!?!?!"

"I know," I grinned. "Crazy, right?"

She was on me in a flash, her tongue down my throat, her boobs crushed against my body. She was beyond worked up. Didn't even take time to rinse the shampoo out of her hair as she pushed me onto the little bench. It wasn't long before I was rising to meet the occasion.

"I want to make this perfectly clear," she husked as she fisted me to readiness before mounting up. "I may be easy, but I'm definitely not cheap! My toy boy's a billionaire! You really are too rich to die!"

Having gotten off recently helped me endure the workout she gave me. Having had Miss Carla's home remedy do its job helped in that my bowels didn't try to interrupt the proceedings.

Arlene was in full equestrian mode, riding for all she was worth. The only thing that slowed her down was the series of orgasms that swept through her.

"And you haven't told anyone else?" she panted after claiming yet another tongue-filled kiss.

"Uh-uh," I grunted.

"Keep it that way," she gasped. "I want to be there when Jan finds out. You still can't fuck Lupita on my property, but at least now I know you can afford to buy her her own place."

I don't know why Arlene was so obsessed with the issue, but I didn't really care right now as she squeezed me oh so exquisitely. She finally started slowing after a particularly strong one hit, but I was starting to get close. Grabbing her by the hips, I started thrusting up as the need to come intensified. The way the redhead grunted each time I slammed home just helped me get that much closer.

When it hit, it hit hard. We both howled in release, my cries somewhat muffled by the augmented tit that wound up in my mouth. I laid back on the bench with Arlene glued to me, the shower spray raining down on us as the aftershocks swept through our bodies. I was panting like I'd just finished a set of gassers.

"Geez!" she wheezed as we started coming down. "So that's what it's like to fuck a billionaire. I could get used to that."

I'm glad she was satisfied, but I don't know that I could survive all the others using me like that when they found out. Hell, Arlene only knew about a third of my wealth and had damned near wrecked us both.

I was going to need another nap before rejoining the world. Or doing my homework.