I stand.
“Are you leaving already?” he whines.
“Yes, I have a big day tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to walk you out?”
I look him in the eye. “Thank you, but that will not be necessary. I belong to another man.”
He nods quickly and looks awkward. For a moment there, he had forgotten I’m in the program.
Everyone in the place stares at me as I walk to the door. Let them stare. I don’t care. Soon, I will be leaving for Moscow. I will never have to see any of them after tonight. The same goes for the stranger I’m going to meet at his hotel.
I have only about a couple of hours before I have to go back to Yuri’s truck.
Hunter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo_efYhYU2A
I pace my room restlessly. Picking up a young woman in a foreign country is as dumb as dumb can be, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was impossible to resist. I walked into that dump of a bar and I couldn’t believe my eyes. What would a woman like that be doing in a shitty town in the middle of nowhere?
She was like a dream. Those luscious red lips. Hell, I wanted to grab her, throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my hotel. I’m still haunted by those emerald green eyes fringed by thick lashes, the smell of her. Roses. I hear footsteps in the corridor and rush to open the door before she can knock it.
“Oh,” she says and drops the hand she had raised.
Fuck, she looks even better than she did at the smoky bar. She’s incredibly, unbearably, mind-blowingly sexy, and as I look at her, I feel my control starting to slip. Making me want to pounce on her like an animal.
She smiles.
I don’t smile back. I can’t. My skin feels tight and hot and my heightened senses make me feel almost dizzy. I don’t want her to know just how much I desire her. I don’t want to scare her away. Even I don’t understand what’s going on with me. “Come in,” I tell her and step aside.
She walks in, and out of habit I check the hallway for other people. I’m used to all kinds of scams, but I cannot really believe this is a scam. I close and lock the door. The room is suddenly full of the smell of roses. After having cabbage in my nostrils for days, I inhale it in greedily.
She bites her juicy, wet bottom lip. “You have anything to drink?”
I want to suck that lip into my mouth, instead I shake my head. “Who’s coming?”
Her enormous green eyes widen. “What?”
“Is it that guy you were talking to?” Words drop out of my mouth, but I’m on autopilot. Years of conditioning has taken over. What I really want to do is fuck. Mindlessly. For hours.
She frowns. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I was born at night, just not last night. Young, sexy girl gives some chump from out of town the eye. They get naked and some thug comes through the door. The chump gets tossed and if he has enough money, he ends up with a busted nose and an empty wallet. I know couples in Detroit that make a living out of dumb tourists. So, who’s coming?”
“You’re stupid,” she says scornfully. “Are all Americans as stupid as you?”
There’s something sweet and innocent about her even when she’s being sassy, and yet she can’t be that innocent. She has come to the room of a man she met in a bar for a few seconds. “Who’s coming?” I ask harshly.
Her eyes flash.
Oh, I like that. Fire in a girl turns me on like nothing else.
“No one is coming,” she says hotly. “Can’t you get that through your thick American head?”
“Sit down,” I tell her in the coldest voice I can muster. “We’re going to wait a minute or two. We’re going to talk. If no one comes through that door, then, we’ll get to what we both want. If someone is coming, you better get on your phone and tell him to call it off. Because if he comes in, I’m going to break both his arms, so he’ll have to pay someone to wipe his ass. Got that?”
She glances at the cheap plastic watch on her wrist, then sits down to wait with me.
I can’t even pretend to care anymore. I don’t care who’s coming through that door. My body aches for her. I can accept a broken nose for her. “What’s your name?” I ask. I know she told me her name, but I was so entranced by her face it flew right over my head.
“Katya. What’s yours?”
“Hunter.”
“Hunter?” she echoes. “Like in hunting for animals?”
“Exactly like that. Tell me about your family. Any brothers or sisters?”
She frowns and I don’t blame her either. This must be the worst fucking seduction in the history of mankind. “Why do you want to know?” she asks.
“I don’t actually. I’m just making conversation.” The words taste like ashes in my mouth. I do want to know about her. I want to know everything about her.
“Then we will wait for your imaginary assailant in silence.” She unbuttons her coat. I know she isn’t doing it to be provocative, but hell, I can feel my temperature rising. I want to rip off her clothes and feast on her. She discards the coat and I feel my body responding. I tell myself any man would respond to this. Her curves are the stuff of movies and romance book covers. Curves to die for.
“This is really boring.” She pulls her blouse apart and she’s wearing a lacy black bra.
I open my mouth and no words come out.
The sight of me gaping idiotically at her lush body emboldens her. She stands and takes off her blouse, then wiggles out of her skirt. It’s been a long time since I saw a girl take off her clothes without turning it into a provocative striptease of some sort. She reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the ground. Her nipples are pink and erect. She stands in nothing but her panties.
She’s precisely what I want. What I really, really want.
My cock is hard and pushing against my jeans.
Resting one hand on the arm of the chair she takes one boot then the other off. Straightening, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down.
I can’t help it, my mouth makes a shape and a groan escapes from my throat. My mouth is dry as I look at the neat nest of dark blonde curls. Jesus Christ. “How old are you?” My voice is unnaturally husky.
“Old enough,” she answers. Her smooth, pale skin holds a pink flush.
I can’t stop looking at her. She is so damn beautiful. “How old?”
She looks at her watch. “Fifteen minutes ago, I turned eighteen.”
Eighteen. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone that young. Something about her bothers me and it’s not her age. The way she stands there naked and silent. Any other woman would have gotten into some kind of seductive pose. I still can’t get away from the feeling that she is ... “Are you … a … virgin?”
She smiles sweetly. “Try me and find out.”
Her voice is playful and teasing, and it makes me feel silly for thinking something like that. Of course, she isn’t. A virgin doesn’t follow strangers from a bar back to their hotel rooms. Maybe all Russian girls took off their clothes to just stand there buck naked, unaware of their own desirability. I forget about someone breaking down the door.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her, the words hard and commanding.
Her eyebrows rise in surprise, but she drops to her knees obediently.
“Now, crawl over here,” I order. Part of me thinks it is sacrilegious to make those flawless knees scrape the ground, but I need her to. I have to diminish her in my mind. She isn’t a beautiful angel who visited me one snowy night in Russia, she is just a woman I met in a bar who followed me to my hotel room. It’s just sex. Nothing more. My life is in Detroit. This is just another one-night stand. I’ve had many of those.
She gets on all fours and crawls towards me like some kind of feral animal, untamed and dangerous, but I don’t think she knows what dangerous is. I’m dangerous. She’s just an incredible beauty. To think that such a woman could be in this sad excuse of
a town is astonishing. Her movements are slow, sensual, and while she crawls, I undo my pants and pull out my cock. It’s throbbing now. It’s full and red, but she’s going to give it great attention before I let it shoot. I don’t touch it. I let her see it, red and engorged, staring at her.
She arrives, and her eyes focus on my erection. Her eyes grow big and sparkle when she sees how big I am. Her red lips glisten when she licks them. She’s excited as I am for this.
“Get to it,” I breathe.
For the first time since I met her she appears unsure of herself and hesitant, then she rises to her knees and places her hands on my knees. Her skin is wonderfully soft. Some part of my brain wonders how this could be. It’s as if she doesn’t work and from what I know of Russia, every woman works—unless she’s from a rich family. Katya’s not rich. I can see that much. She squeezes as she leans forward, her pink tongue slips through those red lips and finds the head of my cock. She licks quickly like she would an ice cream. Ah, she has no idea how to please a man.
Hunter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tt2k8PGm-TI&index=9&
From Dusk To Dawn
“You’ve never done this, have you?” I ask incredulously.
“Many times,” she answers immediately.
“Don’t lie. I liked it when you were brutally honest.”
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head.
A thunder crack of pure lust sets my body off. I can’t even think past the roaring in my ears. “I’m going to teach you how to do it. Listen and learn.”
She nods and she’s so fucking sexy it hurts.
“Lick slowly, linger, taste it.”
A shiver goes down her back and she obeys, licking slowly, methodically.
“Swirl your tongue around the head as if you’re making love to it. Don’t think of me, think of my cock, think about making it want you. If you please it, it will take good care of you.”
Her wet pink tongue moves up then down and around my engorged flesh and … she gets it. She starts making love to my member. True, she came to it unskilled, but I have to give it to her. She is a quick learner. Impressively quick.
I need those juicy lips wrapped around my cock. “Suck it,” I tell her.
Her pupils dilate as her pretty mouth stretches itself around the head, and my body starts to tremble. My hands claw into her soft hair. I don’t know why I’m reacting to her like this. It’s crazy. I’ve never been a man who allowed a woman, any woman, to lead me around by my dick.
“No teeth,” I tell her. “Just keep doing what you were doing. I want to fill your belly with my cum.”
She moans with excitement at the thought. I feel her warm tongue quiver along the underside of my cock as she sucks me. It is as if she is milking me. I close my eyes. I don’t want it to be over so quickly, but I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
It is a shock when the inexperienced siren suddenly sucks me to the back of her throat. The thick veins in my cock pulse as I look down at her. It is a beautiful sight to see her naked and on her knees sucking my reddened raw cock for all she’s worth. She’s truly got a mouth made for fucking. Holding onto her head I start to thrust in and out of her mouth. She takes it like a champion. Shallow thrusts that slowly travel deeper and deeper into her hot mouth. I can feel her excitement as she sucks harder and deeper. She’s turned on by blowing me. Knowing that almost pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck, Katya. Your mouth is too hot. Too good. I can’t hold on. I’m going to come,” I groan as I grip her head and explode in her mouth. I feel her swallow around the head of my dick as my cum shoots deep into her throat. She sucks up every last drop.
We lock eyes and I feel something. Something I’ve never felt before. A voice in my head says. Katya, my Katya. Mine. Jesus Christ. Where did that come from? I don’t want to keep her. Besides being a stupid, utterly meritless idea, I just can’t. There’s no place for a beauty like her in my ugly life. One of these days, my life will be cut short with a bullet in my head. I won’t do that to any woman. It must be because I am in a foreign land. I’m not myself.
This is just a one-night stand. After tonight, I will never see her again. The thought makes me feel strangely lost and bereft which in turn makes me angry with myself for being such a sap.
I reach down and grab her breast. It’s round and perfect, firm, as only the very young can be. I run my thumb over her nipple, and she moans helplessly. A part of me wants to just throw her on the bed and take her, but I’m not going to do that—yet.
I want her to get so aroused she begs me to take her. I want her to feel as desperate for me as I do for a taste of her pussy. She bobs up and down on my softening dick. I squeeze both her breasts and she moans louder.
“Crawl to the bed,” I tell her, pulling her off my cock.
Looking up at me with those beautiful eyes, she wipes her mouth. Then she turns and crawls, not too fast. She must know how fucking good she looks from behind. I’m going to spend hours eating that sweet pussy. With my gaze on her bare ass, I strip.
She crawls onto the broken down bed and faces me. Her face shows that she likes what she sees.
I tell myself not to be a fool. Sure, some women go nuts for my brooding, don’t-come-close energy, but my body is full of monstrous scars and ugly homemade tattoos. Hardly, a sight for sore eyes. I remind myself that she’s a very young woman, but a woman nevertheless, and women are never transparent. They smile as they betray you. Anakin used to remind me to smile before I slid the knife between someone’s ribs. He said a smile disarms your opponent. Frown or snarl, and the guy would be on guard. Smile, and you could kick him in the nuts. While Katya looks as innocent as a puppy, she’s probably more like a cat mercenary and manipulative.
I stop at the edge of the bed. She looks so beautiful and fierce on the mattress, her hips wriggling with anticipation. All this time, I was starving for this and I didn’t even know it. I feel as if I should kneel at her feet. I don’t recognize myself anymore. Me, a killer, a monster wanting to fall at the feet of a young girl and serve her.
“You’re a virgin,” I say softly.
“Yes,” she whispers. For a moment she is silent, then says, “I have a condom.”
“You won’t need it yet.”
I grab her ankles. My hands look dark and rough against her creamy smooth skin. I spread her legs and her sweet innocent pussy opens up like a dewy flower waiting to be claimed. The hole is so fucking small it gives the impression it has never taken even a finger. As I gaze at it, nectar flows out of it and my mouth begins to water.
I drop her ankles and with my palms pressing on the insides of her thighs, she opens up like a butterfly. As I bend my head, I already smell the heady scent of her arousal. Quickly, I swipe the tip of my tongue down the sweet split of her sex and my mind explodes with how perfect this moment is. This is how it is always supposed to be.
Her breasts jiggle as she shudders with pleasure.
I stop to watch her.
No woman has reacted like that to such a simple gesture. It feels good to be the first man to taste her, and it will feel even better to be the first man to enter her and claim her.
Her fingers twist impatiently in my hair.
“You want more?”
“Yes, yes,” she begs breathlessly.
“Be patient, baby. My tongue is going to want much more than one little swipe. I’m going to push apart your lips and go so deep inside you, you’re going to have to bite the pillow to stop your screams.”
She looks at me as if she thinks she’s died and gone to heaven. She’s not far wrong. I plan to satisfy her in every which way I can. With a growl, I surge forward, part her pussy with the tip of my tongue and drown in her smoky sweet taste.
“Oh God,” she rasps.
I’m the first one to touch her there. Gently, I press my thumbs against the swollen soft flesh and expose her little white nub. With my tongue, I circle the shy bud while she whimpers and moans. The
sounds fill my head and make me feel like an untamed beast taking his mate for the first time. Seed begins to fill my balls again and my dick stretches to its full length. I’m going to be first inside her virgin pussy. Her first dick is going to be an American one.
Her head turns from side to side as I pleasure her. When I plunge my tongue into her sweet hole, she screams and jerks on my hair. Unsure if I have hurt her I lift my head, but she pushes my head back down on her pussy, her open thighs wriggling and squirming.
She grinds her pussy on my tongue. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
I begin to suckle at the pink bud while her juices drip from my chin.
“Stop, stop, I think I’m dying,” she shouts suddenly, but I refuse to stop. I know exactly what is happening to her. I slap a hand over her mouth and just carry on suckling her while her body buckles, bows, and contracts as her juices gush. When the spasms subside, I remove my palm.
She looks at me with wide eyes. “Is it like that every time?”
“It’s never the same.”
“Oh, wow! Are you still going to …?”
Fisting my hard, heavy dick, I rise up over her and fit on a condom I had left by the bedside table. Then I slide between her legs and position the thick mushroom head of my cock at her entrance. “Grab it and rub it on your pussy.”
She obeys, rubbing the head up and down along her soaking wet pussy lips. I reach down and use my fingers to spread her lips. She takes the hint and rubs it deeper, getting my swollen head wet and ready. But she doesn’t push it in. I know she doesn’t know what to do, so I push deeper into her. She moans and arches her hips. I stroke slowly, opening her. She’s tight, very tight and I know that if she is a virgin, I’ll have to break through. I stroke, holding onto her hips, pushing, worming, making her feel all of it. It won’t be as easy as it might be with an experienced woman, but then, an experienced woman wouldn’t be so tight. I want this tightness. I want to stroke and work. The reward will be something I’ve never had before. I stroke a little faster, a little deeper, and I reach the point where I stop.
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