But you know what they say…be careful what you ask for.
Chapter 2
Forty minutes later, Taylor and the blond stud who said his name was Dante were walking up the stairs of her apartment building. She fumbled with the keys, anxious to get into a private place and begin tearing off his clothes, kissing his lips neck, ears, sucking his nipples, licking down is rock hard abs, unbuttoning his pants, and slipping a hand into his boxers, and curling her fingers around his thick cock. She trembled with pleasure and damn near broke the key off in the lock.
She finally got the door opened and they both stumbled into the apartment, tearing at each other’s clothes and kissing hungrily on the mouth. Every nerve fiber in Taylor's body tingled with desire. She’d never experienced such intense desire for a man.
“Are you sure that you want to do this?” the blond hunk asked.
Taylor was too preoccupied with trying to rip the white t-shirt off his muscular chest to bother answering the question. And what did it mean anyway? Wasn’t it perfectly obvious that she wanted and needed this? What more signals could she possibly give him?
“No, I’m serious,” Dante said, taking her by the shoulders and holding her at arms length. He stared directly into her eyes. Such an intense exciting stare. A stare that could send shivers of pleasure down the spine of even the most worldly and experienced woman.
She brushed her disheveled hair out of her face and stared back at him. There was both confusion and hurt in his face. She wasn’t sure why he was stopping now. Sure, he could have taken plenty of women home. Sure, he was probably way out of her league. Hot guys like him usually were. But what did that matter now? They were on the verge of a furious fucking session, ripping and tearing and scratching and clawing, primal fucking. That’s what Taylor had been waiting so long for.
“What do you mean?” She asked hesitantly, afraid what he might answer.
“We’ve both had little bit to drink,” he said. “You might have had more than I did.”
“So what?”
“I don’t like feeling that I’m taking advantage of you. That wouldn’t be right.”
“I don’t care about what’s right. I love the way your lips feel and I want to feel them all over my body. And your hands too. I love the way that you touch me.”
Dante leaned down towards her and their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, as their hands groped and roved up and down each other’s body.
Within a few minutes, they were on the floor of the apartment, quickly, frantically, desperately stripping out of their clothes. Dante took a moment to admire Taylor's fleshy body. She was usually rather shy about taking her clothes off in front of guys, insecure that may they would find her to be on the heavy side. She had a few extra pounds but she wore them incredibly well. Her large pink aureoles looked absolutely delicious and her nipples were hard and pointy.
Dante's eyes opened wide when he saw her gorgeous naked form. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples.
Taylor lowered her head and blushed. She wasn’t used to receiving those sorts of compliments. And normally she would have been skeptical about a guy as hot and desirable as Dante giving her such a compliment. But it was obvious from the amorous look in his eyes and the way he licked his lips, that he was telling the truth. She reached out for the bulge in his boxers and felt a big hard dick pulsating inside there. She would have eaten through the fabric if she had to. She grabbed at the open fly and tore the boxers right off his legs.
Dante stared at her surprise, but seemingly pleased with the intensity of her desire. His cock—long and hard with a fat, purplish head—was calling out for some wet kisses.
Taylor took a moment to stare at it, to admire and appreciate its beautiful dimensions. She’d never seen anything quite like it. Her pussy was so damn wet, so damn hungry to take every inch of him deep, deep inside of her. She knew that he would have no problem hitting all of her walls and bringing her to multiple, ecstatic out of this world, unforgettable orgasms.
But first she would give him the blowjob of his life, bringing him right to the edge of pleasure then removing the thick cock from her horny mouth right before he climax and filled her with his seed. Judging from his muscular build and virile appearance, she was sure that he could shoot great, big, fat loads. But she didn’t want that in her mouth. No, she wanted his seed deep inside of her. This was crazy! She never thought like this! Who the hell was this man? Where had he come from? Those were questions that she would have to get answered. But that would have to wait.
She took his huge, hard member in her tiny hand. Goddamn it was big! For a moment she worried that she wouldn’t be able to take it. She held it in front of her face for a moment, admiring its wonderful dimensions. She’d never seen such a beautiful dick.
“I want you to ram your cock into me, really hard,” Taylor said. “But first I want to suck on it more.”
She could tell from his muscular physique that he wouldn’t have any problem giving her the fuck that her plump body had been crying out for. His dick was so fucking gorgeous! Veiny with a slight curve in it. This man had the body, eyes, mouth and hair of a Norse god. This was the kind of man that she could only dream of having before this evening.
The hard thick cock pulsated in her hands. But that was enough gawking. It was time to give that cock the great sucking that it deserved. Her tongue went up and down the shaft, then over the balls. She let the shaft of his cock rest against her nose. She took each one of his balls into her mouth and as she did so she looked up at him. He had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His mouth was slightly parted. Taylor smiled. She knew exactly what to do next. She really wanted to turn up the heat. One her girlfriends had told her exactly what to do in this position. She wasn’t done with his gigantic balls though. She was used to seeing out of shape guys with shriveled up nut sacks and small dicks. This guy was ripped beyond belief and he was clearly not one of those guys who spent a ton of time working on his body because he felt like he needed to compensate for something.
She put two fingers into her mouth and slowly sucked on them, her eyes fixed on the blond hunk the whole time. She moved the fingers in and out of her mouth. When she did that she felt like such a whore, such a slut, but she also felt free. She felt like she would allow this man to use whatever hole in her body would give him the most pleasure. She wanted to be led and dominated.
That may have been what was really missing from her life: A man. But not just any man. She needed and desperately wanted a man who would help remove some of the odious burdens of life from her.
A layer of saliva covered her two fingers. She smiled. She was about to cross a line, one that they wouldn’t be able to come back from. She rubbed the two saliva-slicked fingers against Dante's asshole.
“Oh, that feels so good,” he said. “Jams those fingers up there.”
Taylor was silent for a moment. She’d never heard a guy talk like that before. He really wanted her give his ass a pounding? Damn, this guy was much freakier than she would have expected. With his tattoos, hard muscles, and big dick, he seemed like the most macho of macho men. But here he was asking her to shove even more fingers into his hole, which she noticed was not that tight. She thought that was little weird when she first slid her fingers up there. But it all made sense now.
“You want me to get my whole fist up there?” Taylor asked. She was definitely getting into it. It would never have occurred to her to play like this but this role change was really turning her on. Her pussy was dripping wet. She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d been so excited.
“Yeah, really fuck my hole. Then I’m going to give you the fuck of your life.”
His gorgeous green eyes blazed with lust. Taylor didn’t know how it was possible, but his cock had only grown larger since she started playing with his ass. She wanted to take as much of his cum inside of her as she could possibly hold. She wanted to feel his thick cum
dripping out of her pussy, or maybe even her ass, and dripping down her legs.
Dante let out a loud grunt, as Taylor's fist pushed up deep into his ass.
He put his hand on top of Taylor's head. “Look up at me,” he said.
Taylor obeyed, staring up at him with a wonderfully slutty expression. “I want you to take your fist out of my ass very slowly. I really want to hear the pop when you get it all the way out.”
Taylor smiled and licked her lips. This dude just got weirder and weirder but he was so damn hot that she really didn’t care. She did as he commanded.
POP.
His asshole made a nice popping sound as her hand came all the way out. There were specs of shit on it but she didn’t care. There was something so primal about the smell that only made her more excitement.
She needed his huge cock inside and she wasn’t going to be able to wait that much longer.
After she washed her hand off in the bathroom, Taylor came back into the bedroom. Dante was reclining on a stack of pillows, completely nude. A thin layer of sweat covered his well-defined body. It made her so wet, just staring at him like. He was such a beautiful man! And of course, her eyes were naturally drawn to the fat cock that rested on his stomach. It was half hard. Dante wrapped one of his huge hands around it and began stroking up and down. He had a cocky, self-assure look on his face. Taylor wasn’t bothered by the fact that his attitude bordered on arrogance. She’d met plenty of guys who liked to puff out their chests in a show of false bravado. Dante was the real thing. She knew that this wouldn’t be the last time that they saw each other. There’s no way that she would let that happen. This was the kind of man that she wanted and needed in her life.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch me jerk off?” Dante said, fixing his eyes on her.
She met his gaze and swiped her tongue across her lips. She could already feel herself getting wet again. She wanted him to take her to the edge of pleasure and hurl her over, kicking and screaming into the void, quivering, shaking, dripping, and panting with pleasure.
Taylor got into the bed and began crawling towards her new lover. She picked up his thick piece of man meat and gently kissed the head several times, then she swirled her tongue around it. She could tell from his breathing that he probably wasn’t going to last long. A thick load, one of the biggest she’d ever seen in her life was about to explode from that powerful cock and leave her drenched. She was hungry to please him. And she certainly wanted him to come but not like that. Not on her face. That wasn’t her thing. Never had been. She wanted to feel his huge cock inside of her pulsating and exploding, leaving a thick load of cum inside of her.
She wanted him to be on top, really pile driving her pussy, fucking her with every single ounce of manly energy in his body, giving her the roughest sexual experience of her life, taking her as far past her limits as he desired.
Chapter 3
Dante woke up around noon, head groggy, body sore. He reached out and grabbed his phone. 17 messages. He put it back down. He wasn't interested in responding to any of those people, at least not for the moment. He grabbed the other phone—the only one that really mattered. No messages. Damn. He was still waiting to learn what his mission was. He’d been in the city for nearly 2 weeks. Waiting. Drinking. And as of yesterday, Screwing.
This should have been a welcomed respite from his hectic life traveling up and down the West Coast. But he was the kind of person that needed action. He craved the rush of adrenaline he experienced while in the heat of battle. That’s what got the blood coursing through his veins. Without that rush, he found little incentive to getting out of bed before noon. And each day he seemed to start his drinking earlier and earlier in the day.
And yesterday he had taken things to a whole other level. He had found himself a sweet piece of young, supple flesh. He had pushed his hard, throbbing, vein popping cock deep inside of her. She had worked her fingers into his hole. A tremor of pleasure passed through Dante's ass when she touched him there, in that oh so delicate place. His bouton de rose. There was nothing he enjoyed doing more with a woman than engaging in some nice ass play. Everything about the ass made him tingle with excitement. A lot of guys might have freaked out when they realized that they had such an ass fetish. Many would have become very insecure and fearful that they might be gay. This would lead them to deny and repress those feelings.
Dante was able to take the realization of his fetish in stride. He was a lion, a wild animal forced to survive in a concrete jungle. It made perfect sense that he was more primal than the average person in the city. It would have been pretty strange if he were not.
Dante's body had tensed as those gently fingers traced circles around the rim of his asshole. His ass was definitely wet and it was probably still a little stretched from the last girl he’d played with a few days ago.
That bitch was crazy, Dante said to himself. Goth chick. Tattoos up down her body, from her toes to her eyes. Half of her head shaved clean. The other side was a big bushel of purple. She looked like she would be up for some rough stuff. Dante ended up getting more, much more than he bargained for. And he had shot one of the biggest loads of his entire life.
He had closed his eyes and moaned as he felt the fingers sliding into his asshole. He hoped that she wouldn’t be suspicious as to why his fuck hole was so damn loose. He couldn’t help it. He never got enough of the ass play. If there was no girl to play with, he had plenty of toys that would do the trick just fine.
He kept his breathing steady as the woman’s fist pumped in and out of his hole. It was a perverse pleasure for both the man and the woman. He knew that there were a lot of women who got off on that power exchange. It was a chance for them to take control, to play the role of sadist. It was all a game to him. He was careful not to take these sorts of encounters too seriously. His job as a lover was to be an uninhibited giver of pleasure. He always made sure to take his female companions to great heights of pleasure.
The fact that he’d let them violate his ass made him fuck them that much rougher. He would be desperate to reestablish dominance to use his brute strength on her. Smacking and slapping, and some heavy dirty talk were just a few of the tricks in his repertoire. It was about time to break them out.
He could tell that the girl’s arm was beginning to get tired. She’d really worked him out good, even better than the Goth chick a few days ago. He thought that it would be a long time before anyone surpassed her. But here it was only a few days later and he’d already found a woman who was even freakier. What was the city coming to? Every year it seemed like the women in Manhattan became sluttier.
She had passed out his chest, both of them panting and sweating, smelling of bareback, kinky sex. The stench was still on him 12 hours later.
He tried to remember her name. What he most remembered was the touch of her lips, her full breasts, the pink, pointy nipples. He remembered that small tuft of hair, right above that portal of love. He remembered how big and swollen that clit became as he licked up and down, licked left and right across the labia, slipping one finger into her ass. She wriggled, she moaned, she cooed, she groaned. He had to put two hands under her ass just to hold her place. And he pushed his face into that sweet pussy plate, licking and tickling, then clamping his lips around the bulbous clit head and sucking it hungrily as her body spasmed into orgasm as she pushed down on the back of his head.
“Oh my, God!“ She cried out. “I’m going to cum!!!!”
He felt her juices squirting into his mouth. He pushed the finger into her asshole deeper and deeper, shoved in another two. Her pussy began squirting like a fountain, shooting straight up in the air, wetting both of their sweaty, glistening bodies.
He smiled, gripped his hard rod, then pushed into her.
They both moaned as he moved deep inside of her, probably deeper than any man had ever gone. Her pussy locked on his cock, sucking him in, sucking the cum out of him, pulling his soul into hers.
He rolled
onto his back. Stared up at the ceiling and smiled. A nice kinky city girl. Well, that was gonna make things interesting! He definitely wanted to see her again. After a first encounter that hot and boundary pushing, he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
Two hours later, Dante looked out the window of the diner. Union Square. One of the funky, cool hip parts of the city. He wondered who he would be meeting. A hipster? Is that who they were doing business with these days? He chuckled to himself. That was silly. He looked down at his watch. Still two more minutes before the scheduled meeting time.
“Sorry, I’m late,” a female said sliding into the booth across from him.
He looked up, startled. His mouth dropped. Eyes opened wide. He shook his head, confused. Where the hell had this woman come from?
She had tattoos to a large tattoo down one side of her neck. The piercing through her nose. Says who's running up and down her arms. She had a peer of rents it was summer time when she was wearing boots, short shorts, and ripped pantyhose.
What the fuck was he looking at? There was something so damn erotic, yet psychotic about her.
She sniffled and wiped her nose.
Oh no, not one of those, he said to himself.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“Casey.” She sniffled and wiped her nose again.
Jesus Christ. He wanted to reach across the table and smack her a couple times, bring her down from wherever she was floating.
“It’s my allergies,” she said. But her eyes said something completely different.
“Yeah, whatever,” he said.
She smiled and reached into a bag. She pulled out a thick envelope and placed it on the table between them.
Dante fixed his eyes on the envelope. He bit down on his bottom lip.
Chapter 4
Three hours later, Dante sat alone in a dark bar.
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