by Jackson, Meg
He was old, and dirty, and probably a major criminal; but I wanted him. He was strong, and he made me feel safe, and his eyes on mine had felt so…dangerous. I wanted to feel his eyes on mine again, his lips against mine, his eyes on every inch of my body, and his hands…
“Sara!” my mother called again from the bottom of the stairs, making me jump. I realized I had been standing at the sink with the water running for at least a minute, thinking about Cash and the things I wanted him to do to me. Blushing again, I turned off the taps, took a few deep breaths, and headed downstairs.
“Well, there she is!” Dad said, looking over his newspaper with a smile. “Oversleep? Or just daydreaming? About Briiiii-aaaan?” Dad loved teasing me about having a boyfriend. The truth was, he really liked Brian and thought he was a good guy. High school football hero and straight A student, he was exactly the type of guy you wanted to bring home to your parents. I felt a rush of anger remembering what he had done to me the night before. But I couldn’t exactly tell Mom and Dad the story.
“What’s wrong with you this morning, you’re so quiet,” Mom said, pouring me some coffee and setting a bowl of cereal in front of me.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, doing my best to smile back naturally. It didn’t seem to quite work, because Mom gave me a weird look.
“Well, whatever, honey, just make sure you get to class on time,” Mom said, turning back to the dishes. I felt like I was wearing a shirt that said “slut” in big letters, the way my parents were just going about their normal morning while I was upstairs fingering myself and dreaming of some stranger’s tongue dancing around my clit.
When I checked my phone that morning, I had ten missed calls from Brian, and about 15 “I’m sorry” texts. I deleted them all without reading them. I was so done with Brian. I went to class, as usual, did my homework, as usual, and came home and had dinner, as usual. What wasn’t usual was the way I couldn’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time. Inevitably, I would feel my attention drifting back to Cash.
After a week, nothing had changed. I didn’t have dreams every night, but often enough to drive me crazy. Finally, my will just broke. I realized what I needed to do, and decided to do it quickly, before I could change my mind and try to just endure the torture.
~ 3 ~
On the Saturday after first going to the biker bar, I woke up determined. Jumping out of bed, I immediately got dressed and headed out. I knew there was nothing in my wardrobe that would make me fit in, and I didn’t even think I could ever fit in no matter what I was wearing, but I decided that if I was going to do this, I needed to go whole hog.
I drove through town, rejecting all the cute little boutiques and name-brand stores that were my usual haunts. Instead, I pulled up next to a store called “Wyld Thing” that had leather jackets and chaps displayed in the window. In the store, I ignored the snickers and comments from the burly men behind the counter.
“Going to a costume party, sweetheart?” one called out to me as I browsed through a rack of leather vests. I shot him a dirty look and kept searching; I pulled a few off the rack and turned to the men behind the counter.
“Got a changing room?” I asked, trying to sound tough. The men just grinned.
“Not here, honey. But we don’t mind if you wanna change right here, do we?” one of the men said, nudging the one next to him. I felt my skin crawl at the thought of these jerks enjoying the sight of my young body.
“Well, what’s your return policy?” I demanded, trying my best to hide my disgust.
“Well, you can return anytime you want, but those don’t come back here, sweetie.” I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t pick anything without trying it on and didn’t want to have to pay for three vests if I only needed one, but realized I didn’t have any options. Throwing them down on the counter, I crossed my arms and looked into the distance as one of the men started ringing me up.
“So, really, sweetheart, you going to a party? Or you just wanna treat your boyfriend?”
“None of your business,” I snarled. I hated being hit on by these gross men; sure, I was into Cash, but that didn’t mean that every big bulky biker could turn me on. As I paid and strutted out of the store, I heard more laughter and whistles follow me. I sped home as fast as I could, feeling a mix of indignation and embarrassment. They were right. What was I doing? I wasn’t that sort of girl. Not at all.
Once I got home, I raced upstairs and immediately ripped my top and bra off. I knew I had to act fast before doubt got the better of me. Once I tried the first vest on, there was no need to try on any of the others. It zipped up the front and gave my already-generous bust an extra boost of cleavage. I grabbed a denim skirt and a pair of open-toed pumps and called it done.
I didn’t wear a bra or panties, knowing that I would be in agony deciding which to wear. After applying a bit of makeup, I decided I was good to go and ran downstairs, praying that my Mom and Dad wouldn’t be hanging out somewhere they could see me. Once safely in my car, I plugged the address I had gotten online into my GPS and drove off.
A half hour later, I was once again parked outside of Della’s, this time solo. I was breathing heavily, nearly panicking. I’d never done anything even remotely like this, and I wasn’t sure what to expect, or if I was having some sort of mental breakdown. I finally turned the engine off and stepped outside, adjusting my clothes as I did. Taking another deep breath, I walked quickly onto the porch, threw the door open, and strode to the bar.
I could see the stunned looks on the men’s faces as I approached the bar. I wasn’t sure if they recognized me or just weren’t expecting someone like me to come in. I immediately felt embarrassed by my entire. I could tell by the smirks and chuckles that I was trying way too hard. Standing at the bar and waiting to catch on of the bartenders’ attention, I felt naked. Finally, the dark-haired bartender approached me with a smile on her face.
“Well, don’t we know you from somewhere, little girl? You sure do look familiar. What can I get you?” She asked.
“I’m…I’m looking for, uh, Cash?” I whispered.
“What’s that, darling?” She asked, leaning in, winking at one of the men at the bar.
“Uh, Cash?” I repeated.
“You’re asking for some cash? Well, what you got to make it worth it for us?” She laughed. She was speaking loudly and all the men at the bar were staring at us now.
“No, no, I’m looking for a man,” I sputtered.
“Well, lots here to choose from, little girl,” she said back. The bar roared with laughter. I felt my eyes well up. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, I thought to myself, desperately. I knew I’d made a mistake coming back, and I knew I had to get out of there. Just as I turned to leave, a door in the back of the bar opened.
“What’s going on out here, now?” a voice bellowed. I looked and immediately my heart stopped as I saw Cash standing, arms crossed, in front of what looked to be an office. He was wearing tight black jeans and a black T-shirt. He saw me and smiled.
“Come here, girl,” he said. The bar hooted and hollered, but his face turned cold as he looked out over the crowd and everyone immediately piped down. I was amazed at the control he exerted over the group.
“I said, come here,” Cash repeated. Without even thinking, I crossed the bar. He watched my every step; I could feel his eyes wander over my exposed skin. I imagined, briefly, that it was his hands roaming over my body instead of his eyes, and my heart raced. Just looking at him, I felt desire stirring within me.
When I reached him, he stepped aside and extended his hand, inviting me into the office. I stepped inside and he followed, closing the door. Outside, I could hear the hooting and hollering break out again. Cash brushed past me and took a seat behind a metal desk that was strewn with papers, old beer cans, and ashtrays.
I looked around the office. There was a safe and a filing cabinet, and boxes upon boxes of papers and envelopes against the wall. My eye caught on a briefcase that w
as lying open on the ground. Inside must have been about half a million dollars in twenties; it was absolutely stacked with bills. Cash saw where I was staring, got up, and slammed the suitcase shut.
“See something interesting, teacup?” He said, suddenly no longer smiling or being kind. I recoiled as though I’d been hit.
“No, no, I’m sorry, I just….I came back because…I wanted to say thank you,” I stammered. Cash stood there for a moment, his eyes moving up and down my body. I felt naked again, and wished I had worn my regular clothes, or at least a bra.
“And how do you propose to thank me?” He said. I gazed at him, confused. What did he mean? Then I began to question myself again. Why had I come back? Why had I worn this outfit? What was I planning on doing? Cash sighed at my silence.
“Listen, go home, little girl. You think you want this? You don’t. This is a rough life. You get dirty. You get messy. You don’t follow the rules. You like to follow rules, don’t you?” He said. His eyes were boring into mine. I was mesmerized, unable to speak. “So go home. Go home to your mommy and daddy. Follow the rules.” He sat back down and grabbed one of the papers that were on the desk and began studying it.
I was operating on automatic at that point. I turned to leave, put my hand on the doorknob, and then suddenly something deep inside me cried out: no! I spun around and walked back up to the desk. Cash didn’t look up. Without thinking, I began unzipping the leather vest. The sound attracted his attention and he peered up at me.
I unzipped the entire way down and let the vest hang loose as my breasts popped out of the front. The cold air of the small office against my skin made me shiver, and I could feel my nipples harden into two, pink buttons. Cash leaned back in his chair, staring at my exposed tits, then moving his eyes to my face.
“Well, okay, teacup. Come say thanks,” he said, pushing his chair out and unzipping his pants. I watched as he pulled his cock out, and gasped when I saw it. It was bigger than Brian’s by a country mile; it was as thick as the empty beer bottles on the table and extremely long.
“What? Not feeling so gracious anymore?” Cash said with his half-smile. That half-smile was going to be the death of me. I moved around the desk and kneeled in front of him. I took his dick in one hand and began stroking it slowly, up and down. Cash leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
The feeling of Cash’s huge dick in my hand turned me on more than I had ever thought possible; I felt my pussy getting wet as I stroked it from top to bottom, then tentatively licked it from the base to the head. Once I started, it was like I couldn’t stop. I licked it again, and then again, and then again, like a popsicle; it tasted dirty, but I liked it. I liked the sight of this big, rough man’s throbbing cock in my tiny hand. The fourth time I lingered near the head and licked around it in a circle, then sucked the head into my mouth.
I heard Cash groan, and the sound made me even wetter. I licked and sucked on just the head while stroking his cock over and over again; then, I felt Cash’s hand on the back of my head, pushing down. I panicked for a minute; there was simply no way I could fit this huge dick inside my mouth! I slid a bit more of his cock into my mouth, then bobbed back up. Cash increased the pressure on the back of my head and I slid further down his dick; I was still jacking him off with one hand, and now my saliva was flowing freely and I used my hand to lubricate the rest of his cock.
I tried to come back up for air but the hand on the back of my head was just too strong, and I felt even more of Cash’s dick slide into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and struggled against his grip; he released the pressure for a moment and I came up for air, but as soon as I had taken one breath his hand was there again, pushing my head back down on his cock.
This time when it hit my throat I didn’t gag, and I was getting better at breathing through my nose. I bobbed my head slowly up and down on his cock, licking the underside each time. Each time, I took a little more in until I was taking a little over half his monster dick in my little mouth. Cash grunted and grabbed my head with both hands, holding my head in place.
“You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you, teacup, oh fuck yeah,” he groaned. He began thrusting up into my throat, driving his hard, throbbing cock into my throat. I was having trouble keeping up, but the feeling of being mouth-fucked by this huge, strong biker was driving me absolutely crazy. With my one free hand, I undid the button on my denim skirt and plunged my hand into my panties. Finding my clit, I started rubbing myself as I gagged on Cash’s huge cock.
“You like this, slut? You like sucking my cock? You gonna rub your little pussy while you swallow my dick?” Cash growled down at me, making me even hornier. Cash was thrusting harder and harder each time, and pressing down on my head. Suddenly, he stood up, nearly throwing me onto my back; from the new angle, more of his cock could slide down my throat and soon nearly the whole thing was being pumped into my mouth.
I felt my eyes watering but tried to control my breathing. I looked up at Cash; he was looking down at me, both his hands still attached to the side of my head as he thrust into my mouth. I was rubbing my clit furiously, relishing the taste and feel of Cash’s dick in my throat. Then, I noticed that he was pumping faster and faster, and jerking my head back and forth on his cock, fucking my mouth vigorously.
I took my hand away from the base of his cock and grabbed his balls, massaging them in my hand; Cash thrust into me so hard I thought my nose was going to break, and then I felt a warm, gushing liquid fill my throat as he released his load into me. I swallowed desperately, afraid of choking on the amount of cum he was pumping into me, and the contractions of my throat milked his cock, causing him to moan.
The sound was like heaven to me, and my fingers on my clit were flying desperately; I wanted so badly to finally find release. As the last of Cage’s cum slid down my throat, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of my mouth. He looked down at me and stroked my hair with both his hands.
“That was a fine thank you, teacup,” he said gently. Then, he leaned down and lifted me up by my arms, which caused me to stop fingering myself. I groaned in protest, tired of coming so close to what I was sure was an orgasm.
“Don’t worry, teacup. I’m not done with you,” Cash growled. Once I was on my feet he grabbed me by my hips and sat me down on the paper-strewn desk. “No, I’m not done with you yet.” He positioned himself between my knees, standing so close to me I could smell the faint, tart smell of his body odor. It turned me on even more. I looked up at him.
“What are you gonna do to me? I…I’m a…I’ve never…” I murmured, wanting to him to know so that he would be gentle. The half-smile returned on his face.
“Oh, no? Just my luck,” Cash said. I felt his hands on my tits, slowly caressing them from the bottom up. His thumbs brushed against my erect nipples and I moaned. He leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth; I’d never let Brian do that and gasped at how good it felt. He sucked it gently, tweaking the other nipple gently between his fingers. He pulled away and I moaned again, wanting more.
“Lie back, teacup,” Cash said low. I did as he asked, not sure what was going to happen to me but willing to do whatever it took for him to touch my pussy, just touch it. I was aching for his touch, wanted his rough, calloused hands on my clit. I felt him pull my skirt up above my hips and heard the chair scrape against the floor; looking up, I saw he was sitting down, face between my legs. I could feel his breath, faintly against my flesh, and remembering my dream I trembled.
“Jesus, that’s a beautiful pussy,” I heard him say, and each word blew more of his hot breath against me. I felt his fingers on my thighs, moving up, and tried to scooch closer to them, wanting them on my slit, more than I’d ever wanted anything. “Patience,” I heard him say. His fingers finally reached my slit and I gasped as he slid a finger inside me.
“Oh, teacup, you’re so wet,” he said, and I could hear his smile in his voice. His breath was getting closer and closer to my pussy now, and I squi
rmed, dying of desire. I grabbed at my breasts, playing with my nipples, relishing the feeling of his finger in my pussy, wanting more, wanting to feel his tongue on me, and wanting to feel filled by his huge cock. I’d never ever had sex before, but I suddenly knew that I wanted it; I wanted to be stretched and satisfied by his dick.
“Please, Cash,” I heard myself plead. I pushed my body against his finger.
“Please what?” He asked, a hint of laughter in his voice, his breath right against my engorged clit.
“Please, just please, plea..oh fuck” my pleading was cut off by the feeling of Cash’s tongue against my clit. I cried out; my whole body cried out in ecstasy as I finally felt my dream coming true.
Cash’s tongue was circling my clit gently while his finger probed my wet slit. I teased my hard nipples as Cash’s tongue rolled across my clit, circling it then flicking it and then rolling it again. I felt a second finger enter my pussy and moaned again. My legs clenched on Cash’s head automatically. Without thinking, I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled it closer against me. He responded by doubling his attention to my throbbing clit, licking it faster and sucking it before releasing it to flick it again.