Harem King! Chapter 1

Chapter 1
The MILF Next Door

         Bennett surely didn't feel any different. He looked the same. He lived in the same small apartment and had the same dead end soul sucking job. There weren't any new contacts in his phone, email, or instant messenger. He didn't really expect to be swamped with women as soon as he left Melval's office, but it'd been days now and nothing had changed. Or so he thought.

         Bennett sat in his ill-fitting supermarket suit with his head in his hands. He was tired, despite sleeping through the night and most of Sunday afternoon. That didn't matter, he was exhausted. He was always exhausted. He hadn't even made very many calls that morning, but the few he had were nothing less than draining. No one was happy to hear Bennett's voice on the other end. Who liked getting called by a scammers? Nobody, that's who, and they made sure Bennett heard about it. So, with a heavy sigh, Bennett pushed his chair back and arose from his desk, ready to spend his lunch break as he did any other day.

         He snagged his keys and trudged out the back door to the employee parking lot where his nuts and bolts, barely running shitbox of a car sat. He gave the hatchback a solid yank, knowing that the locks on it were just for show, and sat on his rear bumper. Then, as he dug a sports drink and granola bar out, over walked the last person he wanted to see. The office park's very own raging bitch, who also happened to be his boss. Anne Miller. Her well polished heels crunched across the gravel as she made her way to him, long legs encased in beige pantyhose, which led up to a black mini-skirt with matching coat. Underneath was a silk blouse, the top button undone as to show just a hint of cleavage. Her jet black hair was chopped short and her stern face was never without scowl. She wasn't particularly fond of Bennett.

         "Here," She said, tossing a small tupperware container in his lap. "I need my employees to be healthy as the holidays come around, it's our busy season after all," She quickly explained, looking to the left and towards the sky. She folded her arms over her chest, her intimidating presence washing over the quiet office worker. "I can't have you calling in sick because you eat garbage all the time, so that's all this is. Don't... I don't..." She shook her head glaring at Bennett as if he'd done something wrong. "Don't take this the wrong way!" She commanded. With that she stormed off, slamming the door to the office building behind her, snow shaking off the roof and crashing to the ground.

         Confused, Bennett looked down at what she'd thrown at him. He pried it open and recoiled a bit as a burst of steam puffed out into his face. Inside the small plastic container was rice, steamed broccoli, and nicely cubed beef. It looked delicious and would be the first actual meal Bennett had eaten in quite some time. He looked over at the door Anne had disappeared through, offered a quiet "Thanks," and began to eat. But what if she poisoned it? Surely she hadn't, but that wouldn't stop Bennett from thinking she had. Despite those thoughts, Bennett kept eating as the food was delicious.

         By the time Bennett arrived home he'd all but forgotten about his strange lunch. She was never nice to him! Perhaps Melval had actually done something. He placed Anne's tupperware on his counter-top. Even if this were the Harem King powers' doing, he still wanted to return Anne's kindness. The appropriate thing to do would be to bring her breakfast the next day. Anne is a busy woman, always in the office by five in the morning, often earlier. Surely she hadn't the time to get herself a proper breakfast. Of course, Bennett ran into the problem of not knowing how to cook. He always bought premade food. He knew it was more expensive to do so, but he would rather spend his money on laziness than save it just to have to do more work when he gets home from work. Of course, there were always the smell of nice home cooking coming from his neighbor, Kay's door. Maybe he'd ask her... so that's what he did.

         Kay welcomed Bennett in happily. She was an older woman, divorced with a son in college, and was always glad to have some company. Bennett didn't know her all that well. No more than one could learn with a simple 'good morning' as they pass in the hall, or the panicked small talk he has to force out when she comes close to catching him ogling her at the mailboxes. That, of course, happened much much much more often than Bennett would like to admit. But Kay was what every young man wished his friend's mom looked like. Just in case she was into awkward teenagers, or whatever goes through hormone crazed boy's mind. If you don't know, trust me, you really don't want to know.

         Kay was, on all accounts, the definition of MILF. Her large breasts were always tucked away in a snug brightly colored t-shirt, nipples perpetually pressing against the soft material. Her figure was that of a bottom heavy hourglass, hips curving out nicely to provide ample room for her large rear end and thick thighs. There was always a kind smile on her lips and a flirty glint in her hazel brown eyes. Bennett would find himself thinking about Kay often, especially when he was enjoying some alone time. While he was simply returning Anne's rare kindness, he would do anything to add Kay to his harem. But he could work on that another night, right now he should really focus on the words coming from her mouth.

         "I think it's really sweet of you to make your boss breakfast. She's lucky to have you, Bennett," She said. Kay reached behind her, chest pushing out, as she tied the apron behind her. Bennett felt his cheeks flush as he tried his best to maintain eye contact. "And breakfast just so happens to be my favorite meal of the day. The beauty of breakfast is, it can happen at anytime of the day and it can be anything, because the first thing you eat everyday is breakfast." Kay smiled big, giving a nod, happily agreeing with herself. "Now what kind of message are you hoping to send with this?"

         "Uh, message?"

         "Well yeah. Is it a simple thanks? Then we need to go traditional. Eggs, bacon, toast. Maybe grab a bottle of nice orange juice on your way to work tomorrow. If you're trying to say, 'let's be friends' you've gotta go with flapjacks. Everyone likes flapjacks and there's no better way to start the day than with a tummy full of hot gooey syrup." Kay licked her lips, nodding as she dug around the cabinet for a pan. She wasn't the most organized woman, her kitchen storage a mess of pots, pans, and utensils. She leaned into the cabinet, reaching far in the back. Bennett felt his eyes dropping, down to her big round ass, squeezed to snugly in her jeans, which seemed to be painted on. It took everything in his power not to reach out and grab it. "Now," Kay continued, snapping him out of his trance, "if you want to go more romantic." She pulled a large round skillet out and placed it on her stove top. "Then you go flapjacks shaped like hearts, hash browns, and the biggest, meatiest, breakfast sausages you can find. Now that would send a message."

         "I think that's a bit much, Miss Kay," Bennett rubbing his neck nervously. "We should go with traditional." Kay clicked her tongue.

         "Well that's no fun," She tutted, but didn't hesitate to show Bennett exactly what to do. It took him a few tries not to ruin the eggs or scorch the bacon, but he was a natural with toast! Bennett worried that taking too long to learn it would annoy Kay, but as the night went on she didn't seem to mind. She happily directed him, helping him along until he could produce the perfect plate. As he finally finished, Bennett took a step back to admire the glowing immaculate plate. He was certain he'd be able to replicate it in the morning on his own.

         Bennett looked to Kay, who stood at her sink washing dirtied dishes. He couldn't help but admire her body, eyes running along her curvy form. He'd never put much thought into it, but there wasn't a doubt in his mind that women in aprons was quickly adding itself to his list of fetishes. He watched her large rounded bottom shaking slightly as she scrubbed at a pan, every movement sending a delightful jiggle through the thick flesh. Bennett could feel his heart racing as he stared at her, breaths short. As he felt his loins begin to stir for her, the air seemed to... change. It smelled sweeter and felt warmer as it enveloped him. The world seemed to melt away as he walked forward. He felt like he was watching from someone else's eyes, putting no thought into his movements as he let his body do as it pleased.

         His crotch pressed to Kay's fat rear and his hands found their way to her flat tummy. They slid up, over her body, and to her large breasts, which hung heavily from her chest, giving a firm squeeze. Kay didn't resist, pressing her ass to his bulge, moving her hips ever so slightly, biting her lip. Bennett returned the favor, moving his hips with hers, grinding against her as he boldly felt up his neighbor. His fingers found their way to her thick nipples, which poked through the soft material of her shirt, gently pinching, rubbing them as they grew harder. Kay turned her head, a quiet moan escaping her soft lips before pressing them to Bennett's.

         Their hot breath mixed and mingled, Bennett offering his tongue and Kay gladly accepting it into her mouth. Bennett's hand released her left tit and ran down, wiggling into her tight jeans, feeling a soft tuft of hair. He ran his fingers through and down, feeling her steaming loins. Kay moved her hands to join his, unbuttoning her pants and allowing his hand to move freely. Long fingers rubbed against her drooling wet cunt, the hot smell of sex filling the air as Bennett begins to work her over. He breaks the kiss, nipping her neck before lowering to his knees behind her. Staring up Bennett tugs her jeans down, her panties coming with them, and freeing her large ass in front of him.

         Without hesitation he buried his face in it, moaning as his nose pressed to her tight little star, lips to her soft labia. He ran his thick tongue along her loins, tasting it, using the tip to tease her clit. Kay place a firm hand on the counter edge, steadying herself as she moaned for him, her free hand finding its way to the back of Bennett's head. Bennett inhaled deeply, hand grabbing the back of her ample thigh and lifting it, making her lay her leg on the counter. He reach down, one hand rubbing up and down her leg as his other freed his cock, hand wrapping around the thick meat.

         He began stroking slowly, enjoying the warm embrace of Kay's rear, mouth filled with her lewd taste. Bennett's large balls hung, swinging gently as he stroked, the prominent blue vein throbbing in his shaft. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He quickly got to his feet, returning his lips to Kay's as they kissed deeply, her sticky juices coating their lips and chins as their tongues wrestled within. Bennett pressed his thick head to her drooling lips, running it up and down. He broke the kiss once more and moved to her neck, kissing it. Letting her feel his hot breath as he sucked gently.

         Kay's dirty moans filled the air as he teased her. Her breaths coming fast, she rolled her hips, grinding on his fat head. Bennett smirked pushing, the head forcing it's way into her snug opening. Kay inhaled sharply, closing her eyes, shivering slightly. It'd clearly been a long time since she felt a man's embrace. Bennett slid his arms around her, pushing his hips forward, sliding slowly in. He didn't feel like himself, but he liked it, feeling his crotch pressing against her fat ass. He slid a hand around and gave it a sharp swat.

         "Nuh!" Kay moaned out, panting. She wasn't entirely sure how her young, dorky neighbor was getting her so hot and bothered, but she couldn't deny how good it felt. She looked back at Bennett staring deeply into his lust filled eyes. He smiled leaning back, and she felt his meaty shaft pulling slowly out. Then, much faster than before, he bucked forward, slamming it back in. "Ahng!" Kay whined, his thighs clapping her ass. She felt a wave run through her body. This twenty-something kid wasn't going to make love to her. He was going to fuck her from behind. He was going to treat her like a filthy whore and she was going to enjoy every second of, though she couldn't explain it.

         Bennett's heavy cum filled nuts swung with each thrust, spanking Kay's clit, his thighs hammering her shapely ass as it turned it from pale white, to peachy pink, to scarlet red. He wrapped her long hair around his hand, giving it a firm yank, pulling her head back. He pressed his lips hard to hers, forcing his tongue in her mouth, free hand groping her big bouncing tit as he railed her from behind. He felt Kay's dirty drooling snatch squeezing his fat cock, hot sticky juices running down, heavily coating it as she came for him. She moaned loudly into his mouth, happily sucking his tongue down.

         She felt his thrusts come slower, but much harder. Going from three to one a second, each filled with heavy force, sending waves through her jiggling ass. He gave one final thrust, hard, deep into her, and pressed hard against her. She felt his body tense as he held her tight to his chest. Then, like a coming flood, it exploded. Hot white seed shot deep into her womb. It flooded her, filling her in a moment and rushing throughout. It ran down his shaft, filling her body completely, the hot gooey liquid plugged only by his throbbing hard shaft.

         They panted, staying tightly pressed together, their lips stuck together. Bennett pulled back, sweating a little as he pressed his forehead to her back and looked down. He watched his meaty cock unplug her well fucked cunt, sliding slowly out, followed by a burst of thick white cream. It ran down her thighs, dripping and pooling on the floor between them. And just like that Bennett, recently crowned Harem King grew his stable from none to one.