S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  His huge hands massaged my boobs as he continued to slide his cock in and out of my wetness. Each in stroke hit a spot deep within me that sent a sensation throughout every inch of my lady bits. As my swollen pussy tingled from the inside out, he began to pinch my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  Oh dear God.

  Hell yes.

  Squeeze my titties while you fuck me.

  With his hips pounding against my ass and my back arched, his cock was beating a tune against my g-spot. As his three available fingers continued to squeeze my boobs, his thumb and forefinger maintained pressure on my nipples. The sensation of it all became too much and my body began to shudder.

  And that was it.

  The beginning of the ever so miraculous orgasm that filled my body, mind, and spirit with hope, desire, dreams, and love shook me to my inner being. As it continued, I groaned into the room.

  “Ohhhh God yes,” I moaned as he continued to pinch my nipples and pummel my g-spot.

  As I continued to float out into orgasmic heaven, I didn’t realize he had released my nipples from his grasp. Only when his hand came down against the side of my ass did I realize through my shock, stinging ass cheek, and heightened sense of sexual sensation that he had freed his hands from my boobs.

  Slap!

  The sound of the skin-on-skin contact echoed throughout the room. I glanced at the glass wall, for some reason expecting the people in the gym to have heard it and now be eagerly watching him continue to fuck me like his little sexual play toy I was eager to become.

  “This tight little pussy of yours…” he grunted as he continued to pound his cock into my wetness.

  “Is almost…too much,” he groaned as he gripped my ass with both hands.

  My legs were rubber, my pussy was on fire, and my body felt like I was floating in a cloud of sheer bliss. As much as I wanted to continue to fuck, my poor pussy was incapable of even one more moment of punishment.

  I was done.

  “Cum on my face,” I grunted as he spread my ass cheeks apart with his hands.

  I thought the offer alone would excite him enough to get him to stop fucking me for a moment and consider it. During his down time, I figured I could come up with something that might encourage him to pull out of my pussy and finish elsewhere.

  “Titty fuck me,” I said.

  “You horny little bitch,” he breathed as he slowly pulled his cock from my wet pussy.

  “Come here,” he growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

  I had obviously aroused the alpha male side of him I so desperately desired. As he tugged against my hair, I stood from my position at the table, kicked my shorts and panties to the side, and followed him as he shuffled toward the glass wall, restrained from taking large steps by the jeans still wrapped around his ankles.

  As he came to a stop at the glass window, I looked upward and through the glass. The man and woman had stopped their workout, and stood talking beside the machines as they stared into the glass.

  “Knees,” he demanded as he released my hair.

  I eagerly dropped to my knees.

  “Open,” he breathed.

  I opened my mouth and raised my hands to my chest. As I massaged my boobs in my hands, he guided his cock past my waiting lips. He methodically began to work his manhood in and out of my mouth, allowing me to fantasize about the people on the other side of the wall actually witnessing me suck his dick. As I closed my eyes and drifted into la-la land, he slowly pulled his cock from deep inside my throat.

  “Watch me,” he demanded.

  I opened my eyes and anxiously watched as he stroked his cock vigorously. His swollen forearm and bicep were as much of a turn-on as him stroking his cock in my face. After roughly thirty seconds, he arched his back, began to moan, and pressed his free hand against my forehead, tilting my head slightly back. As I moaned in anticipation and continued to squeeze my boobs, he released my head and pounded his fist against the glass.

  Kneeling in front of him squeezing my boobs like the sexually deprived woman I undoubtedly was, my eyes remained locked on his throbbing cock as his clenched fist worked to milk it of the special gift he reserved for me. I moaned in a combination of excitement and relief as I watched cum spurt from the tip and onto my face, lips, and into my mouth. As he groaned in pleasure, he continued to beat against the glass and grin like a mad man.

  When he finally stopped plastering me with his warm wet sentiment, he shuffled to the side and grabbed a folded towel from the table behind him.

  “Holy shit Otis, that was a lot of cum,” I said as I dragged my fingers across my face like little squeegees.

  “Here, wipe off,” he said as he handed me the towel.

  As I cleaned my face I noticed he glanced up at the glass and smiled.

  Knowing the people in the gym had no earthly idea of what we were really doing, I wanted to play along, hoping to prolong Otis’ wonder of their voyeuristic nature.

  “What?” I asked as I glanced up at him.

  He shrugged his shoulders as he reached down to pull up his jeans, “They left after the show was over, but they got to see me jack it on your pretty little mug.”

  “Well, at least they stuck around until the grand finale,” I said as I tossed the wadded up towel onto the top of the glass table.

  After I found my shorts and panties, I got dressed. Otis was good for me in a really, really bad way. Saying no to him was impossible, and I liked that about him. He fully realized he was my Kryptonite, rendering me powerless in his presence, but although he might press right up against a few boundaries, he never took advantage of me. Knowing when to stop was a strength he seemed to naturally possess.

  As we walked out of the room and into the hallway, he turned toward the gym and grinned.

  “They got a hell of a show at the end,” he said with a nod.

  I stopped and shook my head, laughing inside at the fact the glass was a one-way mirror.

  “It’s one-way glass,” I chuckled.

  He shook his head, “Not when the lights are off in the pool room and dimmed in the gym. It reduces the reflective nature of the glass. They saw us, believe me.”

  I considered what he said, realizing my eyes were closed at the end while he pounded against the glass. After a short consideration, I decided he was simply toying with me. I’d worked out in the gym on several nights of my week long stay, and all I had ever seen was my reflection.

  “You’re full of shit,” I said.

  He reached toward the door handle and pulled the door open.

  “Go inside and look at the glass, smart ass,” he said as he tossed his head toward the door.

  “Fine,” I huffed as I stepped through the open door and into the gym.

  Although the lights were on, they were dimmed to a very low level of light, no different than they were when the couple was working out. I glanced around the room, and after a few seconds of my eyes adjusting to the lighting, I glanced at the mirrored wall.

  The mirrored wall was no longer a mirror, but only a darkened sheet of glass. I gazed into the adjoining room and focused on the cum-covered towel I had wadded up on the glass table. As my mind filled with shock, my body and spirit filled with an eerie sense of sexual satisfaction knowing the couple had watched him fuck me and jack off on my face.

  As I reached for the door handle I realized my life was going to be turned upside down in a very short period of time. Having Otis as a lover was something I knew very few women on this earth could handle, and I was one of the select few who were able.

  Hell, I was probably the only one.

  I opened the door, turned toward him and grinned, “What are we going to do when we get back to the room?”

  “Could you see through the glass? See the pool?” he asked over his shoulder as he turned away.

  “Yes,” I said.

  He nodded his head.

  “So what are we going to do when we get back to the room? Sleep?” I asked ag
ain.

  “Back to the room? We aren’t going to the room,” he said as he turned down the hallway which led to the parking lot.

  “Where are we going, back to the bar?” I asked.

  “Nope, going out to the bike,” he said, “I want to lick your pussy while you’re sitting on my bike.”

  Somewhat shocked by his statement, but excited at the thought, I spun in his direction.

  “In the parking lot?” I asked excitedly.

  “Yep,” he responded as he opened the door.

  I glanced out into the parking lot at his motorcycle. As I gazed at the silhouette in the glow of the parking lot lights, I began to itch all over. Within a second or so, my pussy began to tingle. I glanced up at him and grinned as I stepped through the door.

  “Sounds good to me,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders and walked past him.

  Having Otis in my life again was not only going to be a challenge, but would require some significant adjustments.

  Adjustments I was more than willing to make.

  OTIS

  There was never a doubt in my mind that I had the ability to love. I loved the MC. I loved the passion the men shared, my MC Brothers, and the concept of the club entirely. I loved the brothers I held close to my heart - Axton, Toad, and Biscuit - and without a doubt I loved Avery and Sydney.

  The love I felt for my parents was indescribable.

  Loving a woman - truly loving a woman who I believed to be my other half - was different.

  Much different.

  Sam wasn’t in my world, she was my world. I would do anything for her, everything to protect her, and whatever I was required to do to preserve what we had together. As soon as I had her in my arms again, I realized the depth of my love for her.

  Although I knew all along that I loved her, I don’t think I realized exactly what loving someone completely meant. I was no longer a selfish boy, I had developed into a selfless man, and loving Sam was proving to be something I was not only capable of, but obsessed with. Sam provided me with an entirely new list of reasons to want to live life to the best of my ability.

  Loving her didn’t keep me from pushing her to her limits. In fact, pushing her was always something she loved about me, and I hoped it would never change.

  “You sure as fuck better,” I growled.

  “Seriously, Otis. There’s like,” she turned her head and glanced around the theater.

  “Like twenty people in here,” she said as she turned around.

  “Look at me, Sam. Look at me,” I said sternly.

  “Okay Otis, I’m looking at you,” she whispered.

  “Do I look like I give a fuck?” I shrugged.

  After a few seconds of studying me, she shrugged her shoulders, “No.”

  “Okay. Now, do me a favor. For me. Stick your finger inside your shorts and feel that little pussy of yours. Tell me if it’s wet, Sam,” I said flatly.

  After glancing around the theater nervously, she lowered her hand between her legs. I gazed toward her lap and watched as she slid her finger beneath the fabric of her shorts. After a few seconds, she sighed, raised her finger in the air, and wiped it on the seat beside her.

  “Soaked,” she said.

  “Now, let’s agree on something,” I whispered.

  “Let’s hear it,” she said.

  “Well, without a doubt, there are times when a guy wants to fuck, and his cock isn’t very cooperative. He might want to go at it, but his junk is limp. And, there are times when a woman spends half an hour kissing a guy, thinks he’s pretty hot, and decides she wants to fuck him. The problem is that her pussy isn’t wet yet. Now can we agree these types of things happen, and these situations actually exist?” I asked as I glanced down the rows of seats.

  “Yeah, I agree,” she breathed.

  I turned my head to the side and focused on her beautiful face as I continued, “Okay. Good. Now, conversely, if a man’s cock is rigid as a piece of steel, or a woman’s pussy is dripping down her leg, would you not agree that she or he is ready not only from a mental state of being, but physically as well?”

  “I suppose so,” she said.

  “Damn, we agreed on something. Good. Okay, now, let me ask you one more thing. Do you love me,” I asked as I reached for my belt buckle.

  Even though the theater was quite dark and the movie hadn’t started yet, it wasn’t difficult to see her wrinkled brow or detect her huge attitude.

  “You know I do,” she hissed in a half-whisper.

  “Okay. Well, if you love me, and your pussy is currently a wet little dripping mess, why would you deprive not only me - but your willing and wanting self - of a little cock?” I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans.

  She glanced downward, studying my hand as I unbuttoned my jeans. As I pulled my cock free of my pants, she nodded her head toward it and glanced upward.

  “That’s why. In your hand. Look at it, Otis. I’m not depriving myself of a little cock. Your cock needs a fucking zip code. It’s huge. Now, let me ask you something,” she said as she alternated glances between my cock and my face.

  “Okay?” I shrugged as I began to stroke my cock.

  “You’ve taken a shit before, right,” she asked.

  I rolled my eyes and glanced up at the ceiling before answering.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Okay. Now you’re a pretty big dude, so I’m going to guess you take a pretty big shit. Let’s just agree on that, okay?” she said as she nodded her head.

  “Alright,” I said, feeling somewhat frustrated with her line of thinking.

  “Okay. Now if you’ve taken pretty big shits over the years, I’m going to guess your asshole is about as receptive to having something stuffed in it as my pussy is. Probably a pretty good match. Your ass and my twat. Now ask yourself this. Do you think I could shove that fucker in you and have you not squeal so loud you’d wake the dead? Do you?” she asked.

  I shook my head and chuckled. I had no idea where she was headed with the shit-talk, but she made a good point. Sam never had a problem challenging me if she disagreed, and I respected her for it. My job, in my opinion, was to make sure she felt the way she believed she felt.

  I continued to stroke my cock as I stared at her.

  “Guess not,” I said flatly.

  “Huh. Point made,” she said as she turned to face the screen.

  As the lights began to dim, and the sound system began to emit Dolby THX bouncing ball bullshit around the room, I stroked my cock and tilted my head her direction.

  “One more question,” I said as I leaned her direction.

  “Shoot,” she whispered.

  I leaned my head onto her shoulder and glanced up into her eyes.

  “When you’re watching a movie, do you ever turn around and watch the people behind you?” I asked.

  She shook her head, “No, I watch the movie.”

  “Who’s behind us?” I asked.

  “Nobody, Otis. We’re in the back row,” she whispered.

  “So the only people who can see us are in front, right?”

  “Yeah,” she responded.

  “And we just agreed they’re not going to turn around, right?” I asked as I lifted my head from her shoulder.

  “Forget it, Otis,” she said.

  I released my cock from my grip and reached for her hair. After lifting the blonde strands over her left ear and carefully draping them behind it, I admired her beautiful face. After a few seconds of admiration, I leaned toward her and bit the bottom of her ear between my teeth. With her earlobe in my teeth, I growled into her ear.

  “You sexy little bitch,” I breathed against her ear.

  I reached over with my left hand and grabbed her boob. As I began to squeeze it in my hand, she started to moan quietly. While she wiggled in her seat and groaned, I inhaled an audible breath through my clenched teeth and exhaled slowly into her ear.

  “Reach over here and grab my fucking cock, Sam,” I breathed.

  Withou
t speaking, her hand fumbled in my lap until she found my rigid cock. As she began to slowly stroke it, I bit into her earlobe with slightly more force and exhaled into her ear again. Immediately, her shoulder jerked and she tilted her head to the side, pressing against the side of my face.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” she breathed.

  “And you’re pissing me off. Since when do you not listen to me? This time I’m not asking, I’m telling. Get your sexy little cock sucking mouth down there in front of me and suck my cock, Sam,” I breathed as I released her ear and pointed to the floor.

  Without releasing my cock from her grasp, she lowered herself to the floor and leaned forward. Wedged between the front of my seat and the seat in front of me, she glanced up and grinned.

  “I’m so wet,” she said as she began to stroke my swollen shaft.

  I grinned and glanced around the theater. In front of us, three rows down, were two people on one side, and two people on the far other side. In the lower portion of the theater, and entire row was filled with a group of fifteen or so people, and another couple sat to our immediate left, two rows down. All told, roughly twenty people were in attendance. As the movie began to play, I felt her mouth encompass my cock.

  I glanced down and sighed at the sight of her head moving up and down in my lap. Although I’m sure not all women enjoy having a cock stuffed into their throat forcefully, Sam was no stranger to the tip of my dick pummeling her mouth like a woodpecker pounding away at a tree trunk. After a quick inventory of the theater again, I lowered my hands onto the back of her head and slowly raised my ass from the seat. As the cowboy on the screen pulled an old man from a burning car, I began to fuck Sam’s face like I was trying to put out a fire deep within her throat.

  The sound of her sloppy slobbering and gagging was pretty evident where we were seated, but the sound effects and dialogue from the movie masked the sounds of our sexual adventure from everyone else’s ears – especially those seated in the in the front of the theater. I knew it would take no more than a minute of my cock in her mouth to drive her insane, and after holding her head tightly in my lap for a few eye-watering seconds, I released her head and leaned forward.