“Dutch, if you don’t mind taking your hand from between Shauna’s legs, I’m wondering if she needs to use the little girl’s room,” she said and I blushed shamelessly. Locke and Dutch both laughed.
“Yeah, I could do that,” Dutch said. I stood, pulled my skirt down and as I joined Sheila, Dutch smacked my ass. I turned and glared at him.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” I asked him. He laughed and nodded. Oh yeah, he knew it. Sheila and I walked to the restroom and when we were alone, I asked, “How long did you know he was doing that?”
“The entire time. It was quite erotic watching you,” she said. I blushed again.
“What are you and Dutch doing to me?” I said and shook my head. Sheila laughed.
“Oh, I think you like it,” she replied.
“I do,” I told her. We went about relieving ourselves and checking our hair and makeup. I waited for Sheila to finish up when we heard a loud ruckus from the main bar. We went to see what was going on and found Dutch holding his arm as blood dripped from it. Locke was behind him. I rushed to his side to find out what had happened when Dutch threw up a hand and Sheila and I stopped short. There stood the biker we had teased the night before, the one that cornered me in the alley and that I left lying on the ground howling in pain.
“You fucking cunt!” he shouted as he saw me. I went pale and Sheila stood in front of me protectively. “You bitches think you can fuck with me and get away with it?” he asked and showed us the knife covered in Dutch’s blood. Sheila gasped, but I screamed. A couple of bikers that we knew started to make a move, but the guy with the knife turned and swung at them. “This is between me and the fat bitch’s old man.”
“No, Dutch!” I called out. He looked at me and he didn’t look frightened in the least.
“Trust me,” was all he said as he moved between the biker and me. “I’m unarmed. Come get me,” Dutch said as he held his hands in the air. The biker’s scowl turned into a menacing grin and he feinted towards Dutch. I gasped as Locke pushed Sheila and I back and then went to the bar and whispered in the bartender’s ear. Dutch stood his ground. Oh my God, this guy was going to kill Dutch and it would be all my fault.
Why did I kiss him? Why did I tease him along with Sheila last night? I was playing with fire and now Dutch was going to get burned. The big biker suddenly lunged and I shrieked but somehow Dutch evaded the knife. As the bigger man went flying past, Dutch slammed his fist into the man’s ribs. The biker kept going and crashed into the table we were sitting at. The big man scrambled to his feet, his eyes wild and his face red.
“I’m going to gut you little man and then I’m going to take that fat bitch out back and teach her a lesson,” he seethed and launched his big frame at Dutch. This time Dutch wasn’t quite so accommodating. He grabbed the man’s wrist as he stabbed with the knife and Dutch’s other elbow came down and snapped the bigger man’s arm in two. However, Dutch wasn’t done. He immediately spun around before the big biker had even begun to cry out in agony, trapping the broken arm against his body. Dutch had his back to the man and threw three quick elbows to the man’s face.
Dutch let him go and turned to face him. The man whimpered and crumpled to the floor. The knife fell from the biker’s hand and Dutch kicked it away. I ran to Dutch, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. I was sure the bigger man would make good on his promise to kill Dutch but he never stood a chance. I backed away as Sheila brought a towel. I helped wrap it around Dutch’s arm. He was cut but not badly, though it bled as if he was.
Moments later, we heard sirens and soon sheriff’s deputies burst into the bar. After some initial confusion, the deputies hauled the big biker away in cuffs, still groggy and bloody. We spent the next hour telling the deputies what happened and filling out reports. Dutch found me sitting in the corner sulking once he was finished.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I almost got you killed?” I said. He looked at me suspiciously.
“Why, because you kissed him last week? He’s obviously nuts,” Dutch said. I began to cry and as I did, I told him what happened the night before, every detail. Dutch nodded and I was sure he’d be angry. When I finished he sat quiet for a moment.
“So did you and Sheila make good on that?” he asked and I looked up at him and wiped away a tear, confused. “The idea of you two doing it is kind of hot,” he finished and I knew he meant what we had told the biker about Sheila and I making love to one another. I giggled despite myself. Then I hit him.
“It’s not funny,” I said. Dutch took my hand.
“Shit happens. You didn’t know he was crazy. Look, I know all of this is probably a little overwhelming. I know you’re scared sometimes even if you’re having the time of your life. I mean, it’s not like I get in knife fights every night but when you live on the edge, sometimes things get intense. But just remember one thing. I’m your daddy. I won’t ever let anything happen to you. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you and I’m not going to let you go,” he said.
I began to cry all over again. “Really?” I asked.
“Really. I may not be the most expressive man you’ll ever meet, but when I say something, I mean it. You’re my girl and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than some drunk, crazy guy to change that,” Dutch replied. He held me and it felt so good. That’s all I wanted to hear, that I was his girl, the only one he wanted. “You want a drink?” he asked after a moment.
“Most definitely!” I replied. We walked over to join Locke and Sheila and we found a table. It wasn’t difficult. Knife fights and police investigations generally cleared a room. Dutch ordered us all a round of shots, Jack Daniels this time, and beers. We all sipped the whiskey letting it calm our nerves and dull the memory. However, something was nagging at me.
“Dutch, I didn’t know you were a ninja,” I said and he laughed.
“I’m not a ninja. I’m a Marine,” he replied. I knew that Marines were tough but there was more to it.
“I’m not buying it,” I said. Dutch glared at me and then he smiled.
“I don’t like talking about it,” he said but he didn’t seem disturbed as much as embarrassed.
“What your boyfriend is trying to avoid talking about is he’s a badass. He was in Force Recon, basically Special Forces within the Marines,” Locke said. Dutch rolled his eyes and I could tell he was not comfortable. Locke held up his fist and said, “Semper Fi, brother.”
Dutch bumped Locke’s fist with his own and said, “I’ll tell you about it someday. I’m proud of my service. I just don’t like bragging about it.”
“OK, fair enough,” I replied. The more time I spent around Dutch, the more I got the feeling he wasn’t as standoffish as he appeared. I think he was a little shy and reserved. God, was there anything sexier than a bad boy with a soft side? It was still fairly early so we shared a few beers in the nearly empty bar. However, I needed release. The whole scene earlier set me on edge but as that faded, all I could remember was Dutch calmly and quickly kicking that guy’s ass. My pussy was becoming wetter by the moment.
“Daddy, we should go,” I said. Dutch looked at me and when he saw the need in my eyes, he nodded, took my hand and stood.
“Looks like we’re calling it a night,” he told Locke and Sheila.
“Yeah, we’ll have to set the world on fire another time,” Locke replied. Sheila slipped her arm in his and I had the feeling she was going to let Locke have his way with her too. I hugged both of them and we said our goodnights. Minutes later, Dutch and I were flying down the road, but he took a wrong turn. I didn’t say anything figuring he knew what he was doing. We ended up at his shop.
“I thought we could spend the night here for once,” he said as we climbed off his bike.
“Oh...um, OK,” I said. I knew Dutch slept here but he didn’t show me where because I was in such a hurry to leave last time. I pictured him sacked out on an old sofa or on a rickety cot in the corner. Whatever, I
didn’t really care at the moment. I just needed to be with him and he could take me on his workbench if he wanted. We went inside, through the office and then up a set of stairs I hadn’t paid much attention to. At the top, we entered a fairly large room.
It wasn’t fancy, but it was cozy. A big bed on one wall, a leather sofa and a flat screen television in the corner, motorcycle collectibles everywhere on the walls and a small kitchenette off to the side. The brick walls gave it a warm feeling and all the black leather, chrome and motorcycle stuff made it scream Dutch. I had no idea. It was a little apartment and I really liked it.
“Surprised?” he asked.
“A little. I like it.” I said. Dutch led me to the bed and I sat on the edge. He went to the bathroom that was off to the side of the room. He came out a few minutes later with a bandage on his arm. “Is it OK?” I asked.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting a knife wielding maniac but I got out of the way, for the most part,” Dutch said. He began to undress as I sat and watched. My God, he was sexy. He wasn’t muscle bound but he wasn’t scrawny either. His muscles were born of hard work, not machines in a gym. His tanned skin with its scant, soft hair begged to be touched. With his shaggy blonde hair and boyish yet rugged features, he could have been an actor. However, it was his blue eyes that made my knees weak and my pussy tingle.
He came to me and I began to reach for his cock but he shook his head. Instead, he helped me to my feet. Dutch pushed my jacket off and then helped me out of my cami. I wanted him to touch me, but he simply went to my skirt and pushed it over my wide hips. I stepped from the skirt and then expected him to peel my pantyhose down but instead, Dutch scooped me up in his arms. I giggled as he picked me up and then carried me onto the bed as if I was nothing.
He laid me down in the middle of the bed and then knelt between my thighs. Dutch’s eyes swept up and down my body and I could see the desire in them. I felt so pretty and sexy as he took me in. Then his hands reached back and caressed my legs starting at my high heels and moving to my thighs. I sighed deeply as the electric sensation washed over me, his touch intensified by the nylon that covered my legs.
“Shauna, you’re beautiful,” is all he said before digging his fingers into the pantyhose and ripping a hole in them between my legs. I gasped as he did it and the air hit my pussy. Then Dutch ran his forefinger over my swollen mound and between my velvety folds. When he drew it away, a tendril of my juices stretched between us. A moment passed and then Dutch bent and ran his tongue up through my lips and over my clit.
I moaned as Dutch settled between my legs and began eating my pussy slowly and gently. The sensations were delicate yet intense. I could already feel my pent up need gathering in my core in anticipation of release but Dutch could take all night if he wanted. It felt wonderful. His hands caressed my body from my nylon covered legs and hips to my naked torso and soft, heavy breasts. I luxuriated in the exquisite feelings.
“That feels so good, daddy,” I moaned. Dutch looked up from his task and smiled at me with his eyes. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, warm and strong against my sensitive flesh. His strong, calloused hands kneaded my body reminding me that he dearly loved my curves. Inside, the fire grew. My hips churned as Dutch ever so slowly built in speed and pressure. I was desperate but not too desperate to enjoy the journey.
Then one of Dutch’s hands disappeared between my thighs. His lips and tongue concentrated on my clit as a finger slipped inside and found that special spot. He firmly rubbed the wall of my pussy as he sucked on my clit. The need built, the crescendo nearing. I panted and moaned, my hips rocking, as Dutch took me to the edge. I tensed. Would he leave me there wanting or would he let me sink into bliss?
For a moment, I wasn’t sure. He sensed my need, how close I was, and he slowed ever so slightly. I begged him with my eyes but he only smiled back. I decided he was going to tease me and as if he could read my mind, Dutch sent me over the edge instead. I gasped as the wave crested and I was overwhelmed by a blinding, pulsing moment of release. I wanted to cry out, but the climax seized me in its grip and would not let go. Finally, the rapture subsided and I screamed as my fingers dug into Dutch’s black bedspread.
“Oh my fucking lord!” I shouted as another orgasm equal to the first hit me like a Mack truck. I arched my back and held onto the bedspread for dear life as the pleasure consumed me. Dutch’s tongue lashed at my clit and his finger pumped into my pussy rubbing that wondrous spot. I was quickly losing control as the orgasms washed over me, one barely subsiding before the next swept me up in its wake. Dutch now had two fingers in me and was concentrating on that special spot inside.
I could barely catch my breath, screaming no longer possible. I shuddered and gasped for breath, every muscle in my body clenched as everything seemed to pause and the tension built within. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what was happening. Then I shrieked as Dutch lifted his head and moved to the side and I exploded. I sent forth a stream of musky-sweet liquid with a force I couldn’t believe. I watched as an utterly amazing sense of relief washed over me and then the stream of my juices died away. I finally relaxed and began to laugh.
“What the fuck?” I cried out. Dutch climbed onto me and kissed me. I greedily sucked on his tongue and wrapped him up in my arms. I was shaking and all but hyperventilating as he explored my mouth with his tongue. Then he lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow.
“Like that?” he asked. I giggled and nodded.
“Oh my God. I didn’t know I could do that,” I said. Dutch looked at me with those sexy blue eyes as he slid his cock into me. He wrapped an arm behind my neck and squeezed my breast with the other hand.
“Now that you’re all warmed up...,” he said as his cock began slowly to thrust into me. I could already feel the next orgasm coming as Dutch held me tightly and fucked me. I was already panting, right back where I was before but Dutch kept things slow and let it build. His eyes remained locked on mine the entire time. The intolerable pleasure built up inside me begging to be let free. My hips met each slow but forceful thrust as I sought release.
“Make me come, daddy. I want to come all over your cock,” I whimpered. I was shaking as I neared the Promised Land but Dutch continued his slow but steady pace. I was in the eye of the tempest, a temporary calm that would soon give way to madness and I was desperate for it. I could feel it, just beyond my reach. Just a little faster, a little harder. “Please, daddy, please,” I pleaded. Again, a moment passed and then Dutch went into overdrive.
His hips began to pound me with a force I’d rarely felt. My body shook and quaked with each thrust and suddenly ripples of ecstasy coursed through me. I dug my nails into Dutch’s back and wrapped my legs around him as I cried out with unabashed abandon. Every thrust brought a cry from my lips and sent another wave of deep pleasure through me. I didn’t know when one orgasm stopped and the next began.
Dutch seemed to have no limit to his endurance and finally, I just buried my face against his neck and screamed. Moments, hours or days might have passed. I was ravaged by pleasure, unable to even comprehend it all but feeling the deep and utter satisfaction it brought. Then Dutch grunted. I looked up at him and with the last of my strength, I said, “Come inside me, daddy,” and then pulled his lips to mine and slipped my tongue into his mouth.
Dutch eagerly sucked my tongue as his cock swelled, surged and then filled me with his seed. The warmth flowed through me as the final shattering climax finally let me go. Dutch grunted and growled through clenched teeth, his cock pumped more and more of his orgasm into me and I felt it begin to leak down between my round ass cheeks. Finally, he was finished, his heartbeat throbbing within me. We lay there, spent and panting. I let my head fall to the bed and began to laugh.
Dutch stroked my hair and brushed his lips and rough cheeks against my face. He joined me, the emotion getting the best of us. He laughed softly and I squeezed his ass and drew my nails gently up and down his back. Suddenly, Dutch lifted his head. His blue
eyes were intense as he looked into mine. I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then he said it. The words that would change everything. “Shauna, I love you. Will you marry me?” Dutch asked and the room began to spin.
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Act III
I sat alone in my apartment. It was Thursday night and I was home with nowhere to go and no one to talk to. My head was buzzing with noise. Dutch couldn’t really love a girl like me. I didn’t deserve him. I wasn’t cut out for that life. It was too intense and too unpredictable. I belonged back where Dutch found me. That’s what played over and over again in my head as I sat feeling sorry for myself.
It had been a week and a half since Dutch asked me to marry him and a week since I’d had any communication with him. Those three little words, I love you, were scary enough, but marriage? I didn’t tell him no, I didn’t tell him anything. I just snuck out after he fell asleep and never looked back. Of course, I was brave enough to text him and tell him I didn’t want to see him. Very mature of me.
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