I slid the glass to the side and leaned half-way across the table. “Next morning comes, and they let me out. Maybe an hour after I got back to my cell, one of his little minions comes up and asks you the one who beat the shit out of Zippy? Fuck, I didn’t even answer. This brain surgeon had some shit about Hitler tattooed on his neck, it was pretty obvious who he was and why he was at my cell door. So I grabbed this walkin’ abortion by his ears and head butted his ass. About ten kicks to the gut and a head stomp later, and his ass was done. You know, finding out his partner’s name made it all worth it. Hell, had I known his name was Zippy; I’d have whipped his ass just for that alone. Anyway, this pile of shit is layin’ at my cell door, and to make sure no one else would to try and fuck with the Biscuit during my little stay, I glanced around the cell block and pulled down my little orange suit. All these fuckers are staring at me wonderin’ what I’m gonna do. You wanna guess what I did?”
I leaned back in my seat and waited wide-eyed for Otis’ response.
“You pissed on him,” Otis responded as he lifted his bottle of beer.
“See? I can’t get one by ya, Brother. You god damned right. I pissed on that motherfucker while the whole cell block watched. I hadn’t so much as stuffed my hankster back into my little suit and the goon squad came running in, tackled me, and cuffed me. Left me in the shackles and chains till I went to court,” I said as I recalled trying to walk in the shackles.
Otis gazed at me silently, waiting for the rest of the story.
I picked up my glass of vodka and stared at the half melted cubes of ice. “You know, if you try and take a normal step in them fuckers, you’ll fall flat on your nose.”
“What’s that?” Otis asked.
“Them shackles they hook to your feet. Tricky little fuckers to walk in, I’m tellin’ ya,” I responded as I lifted my glass and drained the remaining vodka.
“Fifty grand seems kind of high for speeding through town. You must have really pissed some people off,” Otis said as he slid his empty beer bottle toward the edge of the table.
“Ten more minutes,” the waitress said as she reached for Otis empty beer bottle.
“You need another?” she asked Otis as she lifted the bottle from the table.
Otis glanced at me and shrugged his shoulders.
“I think we’re good. If you’re talking ten minutes, that is,” I responded.
“Ten or less,” she said.
Well, I guess now’s a good time to test you.
“Make it less, understand?” I barked.
“Uhhm, okay,” she responded immediately.
Yeah, she’ll do just fine.
BISCUIT
Many years in my younger days were spent wondering if something was wrong with me. I had never been in a relationship, and never really wanted to be for that matter. As far as I was concerned, trying to tie myself down to fucking one woman was like deciding which one food I wanted to spend the rest of my life eating on a daily basis. If the world offered me various foods, eating only one seemed senseless. Consequently, if there were women who were willing to fuck me, forcing myself to be satisfied with only one made absolutely no sense what so fucking ever.
“Oh my god…I’m going…to do it…again,” she wailed as I continued to flick my tongue against her clit.
With my index finger sliding in and out of her well lubricated ass and my thumb doing the same with her pussy, I continued to wedge her clit between my upper lip and tongue. As I rolled her little nub between them with precision, she moaned as if she were dying.
“Holy fuck…holy fuck…” she bellowed as she bucked her hips up and down.
As she lowered her hips and relaxed, collapsing onto the lounge chair, I pulled my head from between her legs and gazed down at her motionless body.
“I can’t believe…you can do that…for so long,” she breathed as she attempted to sit upright.
I cleared my throat and coughed a light laugh. “If licking pussy was a crime, I’d be doing life in prison.”
She sat up in the chair and sighed. Her hair was a mess. The sun beat down on us through the cloudless sky, and her body was covered in sweat. Her swimsuit bottom at the edge of the pool, and her top askew across her b-cup titties from all the writhing around in the lounge, she looked young and confused.
“You alright?” I asked.
“Just kind of dizzy. Holy crap, you’re really good at that,” she said as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“Oh wow.” she said as she pointed toward my crotch.
I glanced downward.
My cock was rigid, and the fabric of my swim trunks was stretched as tight as a violin string. After a few minutes in the pool, she had wanted to sunbathe, which led to me betting her I could make her orgasm six times from licking her pussy. Whether I could or not was irrelevant, her accepting the bet got my foot in the door – sexually speaking.
Standing in front of her with a cock so hard it could be used to cut diamonds; it appeared I had every ounce of her attention.
“Tends to get excited when I do that,” I said.
“You like it? Doing it?” she asked without looking up.
“Love it,” I responded.
“Can I see it?” she asked as she leaned forward and tilted her head toward the bulge in my shorts.
“Thought you’d never ask,” I responded as I reached for the drawstring.
I untied the knot, and pulled down on the waist of my shorts as she fixed her eyes on the prize. After gripping my cock with one hand and pushing down on my shorts with the other, I finally managed to pull it from confinement.
“Holy crap,” she gasped as it sprung free.
“What?” I asked, attempting to seem surprised by her shock.
Her eyes widened as she leaned forward and gazed at my cock. After a long minute of studying it, she glanced upward.
She swallowed heavily as she covered her mouth with her hand. “That’s huge.”
“Yeah, it sure is. And we’re on a time crunch. Right now, your little twat is about as wet and ready as it’ll ever be. Come here,” I said as I kicked my shorts to the side.
“Right here? In the backyard?” she said as she glanced over each shoulder.
“I just sucked on your pussy for thirty minutes; don’t start that high and mighty shit now. And take that top off so I can play with your titties,” I said as I motioned toward the bathhouse.
She stood from her seat, glanced around the pool nervously, and fixed her eyes on mine. As she reached up to remove her top, I began to stroke my cock.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked as she tossed her top on the concrete beside her bikini bottom.
“If God wanted me to wear a condom, I’d have been born with one wrapped around my cock. I don’t wear ‘em. Ever,” I said flatly.
“I’ll take my chances with diseases. I know I’m clean, and I’m gonna guess your clean,” I said.
“I am, but…” she said, the tone of her voice clearly conveying her concern.
“You ain’t got to worry about gettin’ pregnant. I got fixed a long time ago,” I said.
“Really?” she asked as she tip-toed across the hot concrete deck.
Quickly becoming irritated at the fact I wasn’t already powerfucking her wet pussy, I sighed my response heavily. “Yeah, really.”
“Uhhm, I dunno,” she said as she gazed down at crotch.
Still gripping my cock in my hand, I shrugged my shoulders and grinned. “You gotta risk it to get the Biscuit.”
That didn’t sound as good out loud as it did in my head.
Standing just a few feet in front of me, she bit into her lower lip, shifted her eyes toward my cock, and grinned as she glanced upward. She nodded her head once. It was all I needed. I slapped my palm against the wall of the bathhouse. As she shifted her eyes toward my hand, I reached for her hair, pulled her into my shoulder, and breathed my sexual demands into her ear.
I’d found out from nothing more than ex
perience, trial and error, and being slapped a few dozen times what worked best for convincing women to comply with my sexual demands. Asking them to do things exposed me to the possibility of a no response. Demanding they do something could potentially backfire, and often did just that. Suggesting they do something seemed to work well; and proposing my desires in the form of a stern whisper rarely did nothing but satisfy us both.
With her hair in my hand and my lips against her ear, I turned her head to the side with a slight tug.
“Put your hands against the wall and brace yourself, Cassie,” I whispered into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you collapse into a pile, and no matter what, don’t move your fuckin’ hands.”
I inhaled a shallow breath, exhaled into her ear, and continued. “Do you understand me?”
“Oh fuck. Uhhm, yes,” she whimpered.
As she turned to face the bathhouse, she raised her hands in the air and breathed her concerns in the form of a dry whisper. “But what if…what if it doesn’t fit.”
“Press your hands against the fuckin’ wall, Cassie,” I growled into her ear.
“Oh shit. Okay,” she said as she slapped her hands against the wall.
I let go of my cock and tugged against her hair hard enough to get her attention. After tilting my head to the side and inhaling a shallow breath, I pressed my lips lightly against her ear and exhaled heavily.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can, slide your hands down the wall a little, but don’t you dare take them off that fuckin’ wall, no matter what,” I whispered.
As she began to resituate herself, I continued.
“Now, arch your back and stick that sweet little pussy of yours up in the air so I can shove my tongue in it. Understand?” I breathed into her ear.
“Uhhm, okay,” she muttered.
I released her hair, bent at my knees, and gripped her ass in my hands. As I spread the bottom of her butt cheeks apart with my thumbs, she slowly lowered her shoulders and bent over. Without warning, I pressed my face into her swollen pussy and began tongue fucking her as deep as I was able to.
There was no doubt in my mind God put me on the earth for one thing and one thing only.
Fucking women.
For him to grace me not only with a cock the size of a cucumber - but a five inch long tongue - could only mean one thing.
He wanted me to please women sexually.
Not one to argue with God’s will or question his intention for having me on this earth, I decided to embrace his wishes and do just that.
As my tongue slid in and out of her pussy, she moaned and groaned while she repeatedly bent her knees, pressing her ass into my face. After a solid five minutes of tongue lashing, she had no less than two orgasms, and was whimpering like a lost puppy. I pulled my tongue from her pussy, licked along the crack of her ass and up her back, and eventually rested my chin against her shoulder.
“Turn your head to the side,” I said.
Breathing heavily, and still confused from her repeated orgasms, she tilted her head to the right and blinked her eyes a few times.
“Open your mouth,” I whispered against her earlobe.
Without speaking, she opened her mouth.
I slid my index and middle finger into her mouth as I reached down and gripped my throbbing shaft in my hand. As I slowly worked my fingers along the surface of her tongue, I pressed the tip of my cock against her dripping pussy.
“If it hurts, bite down on my fingers,” I said.
Her eyes widened and she attempted to speak.
“Shhhh,” I whispered into her ear.
“As hard as you want. Now remember, no matter what, don’t move those fuckin’ hands,” I said through my teeth.
She nodded her head as she began to suck my fingers.
There’s no doubt some women have small pussies, while others have larger ones. My experience had taught me that regardless of size, preparation was paramount to my success. A good amount of foreplay and a little tongue fuckin’ allowed me to do what many guys with large cocks couldn’t.
As I slowly pushed the tip of my cock into her wet pussy, she moaned in delight.
A few slow shallow strokes with about half the length of my shaft, and she began to suck on my fingers like she was sucking a cock. Two or three strokes with three fourths of it, and she was wailing like she’d just won the lottery. As it was apparent she wasn’t going to be biting my fingers any time soon, I slowly pulled them from her mouth and allowed her to scream in delight as I continued to work myself deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Now slowly and steadily fucking her with every inch of my swollen manhood, I reached up and began lightly pinching her nipples with my fingertips. With each light pinch, she groaned and twisted her body in pleasure. I pressed my face against hers as I continued to fuck her slowly and steadily.
“Take that big biker cock like a good little girl,” I breathed against her neck.
“Oh fuck…I uhhm…will…I will,” she moaned.
The inner wall of her tight wet pussy working against every inch of my cock was almost more than I could handle. As I pulled my head back, positioning my mouth against her right ear, I slid my hands along her sides and down to her hips. Rubbing the tips of my index and middle fingers into the depressions of her hips while I continued to fuck her, she began to writhe against me.
“When you get ready to come, I want you to scream, do you understand me?” I whispered into her ear.
“Yes…I…I understand,” she murmured.
I slowly fucked her as deep as I was able, my hips pressing against her round twenty-two year old ass with each stroke.
“You like that big cock?” I grunted as I continued to thrust myself into her.
“Oh fuck yes,” she responded.
“I like that tight little pussy of yours. I’m going to fill you with cum, you know that, right?” I groaned.
“Uhhm yes…please…” she said.
I gazed downward, studying her ass as I thrust myself into her half a dozen more times with long, slow strokes, watching my glistening cock slide in and out of her pussy with each thrust of my hips.
“I might pull out and come all over those cute little titties,” I said.
“Oh Jesus….” she said, the words barely an audible whisper.
“You move those hands and I’m going to stop fucking you. Don’t fucking move ‘em,” I growled into her ear.
“Oh fuck…I won’t…I…promise,” she stammered.
“Maybe I’ll cum all over that pretty face or in your mouth. You’re a little cock hungry slut, aren’t you?” I breathed into her ear.
“Uh huh. I am. Whatever you say. Yes…” she responded as I continued to pound myself deep into her.
“You tight pussied little bitch,” I said.
I pressed my lips to her ear and exhaled. “I’m going to pump you full of cum you sexy little whore. You’re going to fuck me whenever I tell you to – you’re my on command pussy – do you fucking hear me?”
“Okay…” she said. “Whenever…you…want. Your cock feels…so…good”
I slowly pulled my hips back as I glanced down at my cock. As each inch of the shaft slid free of her pussy, I smiled in satisfaction. Holding still with only the tip of my cock penetrating her, I exhaled into her ear heavily.
“Scream like you’re trying to wake the fuckin’ dead, do you fuckin’ understand me?” I growled.
She exhaled her response. “Okay…”
In one thrust, I buried myself balls-deep into her pussy. As I continued to press my fingers against her hips, I pounded myself steadily in and out of her wet mound. With my tightening nut sack striking her clit with each stroke, she began to slap her hands against the wall. Steadily working my hips with the precision of a male stripper, I felt her pussy begin to contract around my throbbing shaft. As she tilted her head back and began to moan, I released her right hip and slapped her ass with my hand.
“Louder,” I demanded.
“Oh fuck…Oh my…fuck…” she screamed.
I relaxed and closed my eyes. One other thing God seemed to grace me with was the ability to reach orgasm on command. All I needed to do was relax and focus. If I had a clear mind and a good piece of pussy, and I was able to cum whenever I wanted to. To please her, satisfy myself, and make the experience as enjoyable as possible, as she began to reach climax I exhaled and unloaded every drop of cum I had in reserve into her warm wet pussy.
“Ohhh….” she groaned as her legs went weak.
I gripped her hips in my hands and held her upright as I continued to have miniature climaxes inside of her. As she all but collapsed into my arms, I lifted her up and prevented her from falling.
“Good shit, huh?” I said as I slid my cock from her dripping pussy.
“Huh?” she gasped.
“The cock. Feels good, huh?” I breathed into her ear.
“You have no idea,” she said.
I lifted her from her feet and walked around the front of the bathhouse. Almost as if she were in shock, she gazed at me silently as I carried her to the doorway. After I kicked the door open, I walked through it and into the shower. As I lowered her to her feet and turned on the water, she looked up and spoke.
“So, you said earlier you didn’t date or anything,” she said.
“That’s right,” I nodded as I ducked into the shower.
“Get in here, it’ll feel good,” I said as I rinsed off in the cool water.
She stepped beside me and began to rinse off, smiling the entire time.
“But you said while you were fucking me I was your uhhm, your on command pussy,” she said.
“You are,” I responded as I stepped free of the shower stream.
“So, how’s that work?” she asked as she rinsed her hair.
I turned to face her, shrugged my shoulders, and widened my eyes. “It means whenever I want to fuck, within reason, you’ll do it. You’re going to fuck me whenever I want. Understand?”
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