We stood in front of each other and Blake began to loosen his tie. “Let me get a look at those gigantic tits that have been haunting my dreams.”
I couldn't believe how hungry he was for my curves. It was turning me on so much. I found the side-zipper on the dress and pull it down. I slipped the dress down just off my chest. My black lace bra was doing a poor job of keeping my breasts contained. I unlatched it and let it fall to the ground as my big boobs were unleashed.
“Holy fuck,” Blake said, his tongue licking his top lip. I could see his pants at his crotch get tighter. “Those are magnificent. I don't think I've seen tits so large before.”
He took a step towards me and put his hands on my chest. He massaged my breasts, pushing them together. He ran his tongue along my dark line of cleavage, moving over to each nipple and making them wet.
He pulled away and blew cold air on my nipples and watched as they grew harder. Blake wrapped his lips around my nipples and sucked on me until I cried out. The pain felt so good that it scared me.
My hand instinctively went to his crotch and I stroked his shaft through his pants. Blake moaned into my chest, his hands continued to knead my breasts together.
He came up for air with a smirk on his face. “Take off your dress and let me see the rest of those curves.”
I pulled the dress down and let it fall to my ankles. I stepped out of it and to the side. My tiny black thong was the only thing protecting me from Blake. His eyes examined every inch of me. He twirled his finger in the air and I turned around slowly and showed off my ass.
“I'd love to bury my cock in that ass,” he said in a low and dark voice. I turned around and faced him again.
Blake unbuttoned his white shirt and threw it across the room. I'd never seen muscles so toned before. His pecs and abs were too good to be true. I knew he must work out most of the day to attain a body like that.
“Get on the bed,” Blake commanded. He did away with his pants and only left his white boxer briefs on. The outline of his humongous cock didn't leave much to the imagination or so I thought. He pulled them down and this enormous log came flying out.
It was the thickest and longest cock I could ever imagine. “How the hell is that even possible,” I said, my eyes pointing to what I was referring to.
“God's gift to women,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes but deep down I loved his cocky attitude.
Blake joined me on the bed. He got on top of me and we kissed again. My large chest pressed against his and our hearts beat together. The wetness between my thighs was growing at an uncontrollable rate. The entire apartment would be flooded soon enough.
Blake's finger grazed against my soaked panties. He was so close to my desperate slit. I needed him inside me. His fingers were better than nothing. But the fabric of my thong prevented him from going any further.
But that didn't stop him from touching me down there. “Do you want me to fuck you with this big cock?” he asked.
His fingers moved dangerously close to my clit. Even with my panties on it felt so good.
“You have no idea how much I need you, Blake. Please fuck me with that big cock. I need to feel you inside me.”
Blake grabbed my small thong in his fist and pulled at them, lifting my hips up. They snapped and I fell back down to earth. Blake dropped the shreds of my dignity off the side of the bed.
“Much better,” he said.
Chapter Five
Blake positioned himself in between my thighs and his throbbing cock rested against my hard nub. I rubbed against him, spreading my wetness all along his shaft. It wouldn't take much for me to come exactly like this.
I had gotten used to touching myself over the years but it was nothing like this. Blake wasn't even inside me and his cock already felt too good.
“No more teasing,” Blake said, moving his cock lower. His tip entered into me and met with resistance.
I howled as he pushed into me, my pussy enlarging around him. I inhaled sharply as he drilled deeper. Was there ever an end?
Blake finally filled me up all the way and I exhaled. “You're so fucking big,” I screamed.
“You're so tight,” he replied. “It's like you're choking my cock.” He started his thrusts, slow at first, gradually picking up speed, reacting to my moans.
His hips crashed against mine, slamming his cock way too deep. His eyes watched my breasts bounce back and forth.
The pleasure rose in my veins. I knew what that meant and I welcomed it with open arms. “I'm going to come, Blake.”
My words invigorated him and he fucked me harder as I found my release. My body quivered and shook. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I embraced heaven.
My senses began to return slowly. I looked over Blake's sweaty chest and couldn't believe this adonis was inside me.
“You like my big titties?” I asked, putting my hands on my chest and mashing them together.
Blake almost drooled onto me as he watched me play with my boobs. “You're going to make me come too quickly,” he said, closing his eyes and focusing on something else.
“Open your eyes and look at my tits as you come inside me.”
Blake shot his eyes open and looked down at my chest again. “Fuck,” he groaned, bursting within me, his warm cum shooting out so close to my womb.
My next orgasm took control of my body and my brain diverted all power to the sole function for pleasure. My body was made only for Blake's big cock and every orgasm was a celebration of us being joined together.
I'd never felt anything like it and now I knew why Delilah wanted to be with a man every night of the week. That feeling of a real man's cock inside you couldn't be simulated with just two fingers. A fist wouldn't even do in Blake's case.
Blake heaved himself off me and the emptiness I felt inside was tortuous. How long could I survive without another cock inside me. The pleasure was so addictive.
“I can barely think right now,” Blake said, staring straight up at the ceiling.
I rolled over and put my head on his chest. Blake raked his fingers through my sweaty black hair. “I didn't think it could ever be that good.”
“Was that your first time?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
I couldn't keep eye contact with him. “Was I bad?”
“Oh baby, you were incredible. I've never come that hard in my entire life. And your pussy was so god damn tight. Those fucking curves of yours turn me into a puddle of goo. I couldn't control myself.”
I looked down to see his member standing at attention again. “It looks like you can't control that either.”
Blake looked down and smiled. “Woman, you have no idea the power you have over me.”
Blake lunged himself on me, pressing his lips to mine, our tongues meeting. I couldn't believe he was ready again so soon. I thought I would have a few hours for my body to regenerate and to bask in the moment.
Not with Blake. He wasn't done with me yet.
“Get on all fours,” he instructed.
I got on my hands and knees and faced away from Blake. My over-sized breasts hung low and my nipples grazed the bed sheets.
“That ass is meant to be worshiped,” Blake said. Before I could respond, his hand came raining down on my cheeks, slapping me over and over again. He stood off the edge of the bed and brought my ass to his crotch. He rubbed pre-cum all over my cheeks and in between.
“I hope your pussy is ready for more,” he said.
I flipped my hair up and onto my back “Fill me up again, Blake. I want to feel your cum deep inside me.”
Blake grabbed my love handles and entered me with one forceful thrust. His hips bounced off my bubbly ass and he used the moment to fuck me harder and harder with every thrust. The bed sounded like it was going to fall to pieces. My body lurched forward and my breasts swayed back and forth from the intense pounding.
I lost count of all the orgasms and positions. Blake was a machine. After each session, he was rea
dy in minutes, fucking me every which way. My pussy was stuffed with so much of his seed.
I didn't want this night to end.
But it had to when we our bodies literally couldn't take anymore.
We both fell asleep in each other's arms. Nothing would be able to wake us.
Chapter Six
I awoke to the sound of whistling. I looked around and realized I was still in Blake's bedroom. I exhaled and lay back on the soft white pillow. Last night was the best time of my life.
But I was such a slut for having sex on the first date. I was a whore for his cock and proud of it. Even after all night of fucking, I still desired him. I wanted him this moment. If he was in bed with me, I'd be on top of him right this instant.
Blake entered the room completely naked still and holding a tray of eggs and bacon. “I made you some breakfast, beautiful.”
“It smells amazing.” I sat up in bed and tried to cover my chest with the white sheets but they couldn't cover my large melons entirely.
Blake bit his bottom lip as he watched me struggle with the sheets. His cock was sticking straight up for me. Blake didn't give me the tray of food. Instead he put it to the side on the nightstand.
“I'm sorry but you're going to have to pay for this breakfast,” he said.
I let the sheets slip all the way off my mountainous peaks. “But I don't have any money, sir.”
“Then you're just going to have to pay with that mouth of yours.”
Here we go again.
The End
Story Sixteen
Copyright 2018
All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.
No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.
Description
Carol picks up a hot hitchhiker on her way home that turns out to be escaped convict, Robert Miller.
Robert needs to find a way out of the country and Carol might be the only answer.
Author's Note: This insta-love romance between Carol and Robert has heat that's off the charts.
Chapter One
Northern California, 1947
My long curly blonde hair blew in the wind as I drove my green Buick convertible. There wasn't a cloud in the sky as my car curved over the winding roads. I adjusted my sunglasses and searched the sides of the road.
“Where could he be?” I said aloud.
I turned the dial for the radio.
A stiff male voice came out of the speakers. “This is a flash bulletin. Robert Miller, the killer of three men, has escaped from Folsom. Short brown hair and a snake tattoo down his left arm. He was last seen headed south on route 60. If you see anything...”
I flipped off the radio. No new updates.
I was about to give up and concede that the radio got the information wrong. He must be hiding or gone down another road.
I zoomed past a car that looked like it was broken down on the side of the road. I didn't see any driver though.
I did a u-turn, crossing the divide and going back the way I came. I pulled the car off to the side and walked over to the deserted car.
No signs of anybody. The car probably broke down and they had to walk to the nearest gas station.
I heard some rustling in the green bushes. I sneaked past the car and brushed the bushes out of the way. A man was dragging an unconscious man across the dirt floor. The guy on the ground had a bloody lip. Probably got knocked out.
The man doing the dragging looked up at me and froze. I recognized him instantly: Robert Miller. There was no mistaking his big nose, stone chin, and short brown hair. He wore a nice suit that he had stripped off the man and it covered his arms. The snake tattoo would give him away to anybody with half a brain.
He was trying to decide whether to run or not.
“I'm here for you, Robert Miller. I've got a car.”
“What do I need a dame for? I just knocked out this guy to get a car.” He continued pulling the man further out of sight.
“The police are already crawling all over this highway and every back road. You're only going to make it out of here if I hide you. There's a large blanket in the backseat that you can cover yourself with.”
Robert dropped the man onto the ground. “Then what are we waiting for? Let's get going, doll.”
I smiled and led him back to my car. My plan was working perfectly. I put the top back up on the convertible while Robert lay down in the backseat and draped the heavy blanket over himself.
I started the car and turned around, driving the way I was originally going. I checked the rear-view mirror for any cops but there was nobody. It was clear ahead too.
“What's your name?” Robert asked from under the blanket.
“Carol.”
“Who are you connected with?”
“Nobody,” I replied.
“Big Johnny? Sal Two Times? Who sent you to pick me up?”
“I was just driving down the road.”
Robert laughed. “You want me to believe that? You just so happened to stop by that car and you just so happened to know who I was.”
“I thought the driver might need a ride to the gas station. I was trying to do the right thing,” I replied. I checked the side mirror and there was a car on my left but not police.
“And how did you know who I was?”
“I remember seeing your picture in the paper a few years back. I have a really good memory for faces.”
“Then you know what I did. Why are you helping me?
I put my finger to my lips. “Shh. We're coming to a bridge. There's some bike cops and a roadblock. Keep calm, I'll take care of this.”
I rolled down my window as my car rolled up to the cop. “Did I do something wrong, officer?”
“Not yet,” he replied. “Show me your identification.”
I pulled out my card from my purse and handed it to him with a smile. He looked at it and then at my face. “You got something back there?” he asked, pointing to my backseat.
“Just a blanket, you're welcome to check it.” My heart was beating through my chest. I wouldn't be able to get out of this with a smile if they found Robert in my car.
“Won't be necessary. Have a good day, ma'am.” He waved me through the roadblock.
I kept my eyes glued to the rear-view mirror to make sure I wasn't being followed by a motorcycle cop. “We're in the clear now. You can breathe.”
“How were you so sure he wasn't going to check the blanket?” Robert asked.
“I wasn't.”
Chapter Two
We made it to my apartment building without any other incidents. I parked the car near the sidewalk. It was the closest spot to the entrance.
“We have one more hurdle to get over,” I told Robert. “I can't let any of my neighbors see you with me. They'll know something is up. I'm going to walk into the building first. My apartment is up the stairs, second floor, the third door on the right. 211.”
“211,” Robert repeated.
“Count to twenty and then come up. Walk fast but don't run. I'll leave the door unlocked. If you see anybody, walk right past my door. There's another set of stairs that lead out the back exit. Take those and do a loop around.”
“Got it.”
“Here we go.” I opened my door and walked at a brisk pace to my building. I entered through the door and didn't see anybody. I ascended the stairs and the door to 209 opened.
Old lady Mrs. Peabody peeked her head out. “Oh Carol! You're home. I was wondering if you can watch Billy tonight?”
I cursed silently to myself. If I couldn't ditch her without suspicion then this whole thing would get wrecked. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Peabody but I can't tonight. I already have plans.”
I looked down at the front door of the building. I didn't see Robert yet. I started to walk towards my door with my key out.
“That's a shame.
What about tomorrow night?” she asked.
I put my key in the lock and turned. “I'll have to check my calendar. Can you ask me again tomorrow?”
“Sure. Of course,” she replied, closing the door.
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