Gazing into his beautiful eyes filled with renewed heat and vigor, I said the only thing I could.
“Rack ‘em up.”
“No condom,” he answered back, his eyes twinkling merrily and my face took on shades of dismay. “But there is something that we can do.
Before I could blink, he gripped my hips and carefully eased out of me.
I almost cried at the loss, missing that full feeling his slowly stiffening cock gave me.
But before I could dwell on the loss for long, he was rolling me over, climbing off of the table and shifting my legs until they lay over his shoulder.
“Um,” I began, felling a bit nervous. “If you are thinking of shoving that pole where I think you are…”
“Relax little girl,” he breathed as he eased the condom off and dropped it to the floor beside us. “I have other things in mind.“
Then before I could respond, his hands were clamping tightly onto my thighs, holding me in place, and he was leaning over me, breathing his warm breath against my extremely sensitive clit.
“Mmm,” I moaned, eyes closed, the sensations making me shiver as my nerve endings sparked in the heat of climax recently passed.
Vaguely, I felt him reaching for something before he dropped his head and his tongue gently caressed my clitoris.
“Craig,” I moaned, the heat and roughness of his tongue spectacular. It wasn’t too hard, but just enough to wake my arousal all over again.
“Shh,” he purred, his warm breath making me shiver. “Let me work.”
Then there was something hard pressing against me, something hard and smooth that pressed against my still swollen opening, igniting memories of being so full I swore I would burst.
“Unh,” I gasped, jerking at the cool caress that countered the wet heat of his tongue lapping at my clit.
“What…?” I managed as my head flew back at the combined sensations.
“Cue ball,” he breathed as he rotated the ball against my greedy opening, making my hunger rise and my body tremble. “I scratched.”
“Mmm,” I moaned as the hard round ball reminded me of my favorite vibrating egg, the toy that held my attention for many lonely nights. “Scratch harder!”
“Mmm,” he answered as he licked and rolled, one hand raising up to push mine away and tug at my nipples.
As wonderful as all of this was, there was still the little problem of me not being able to get him off!
This was one-sided, and I refused to be a part of a one-sided relationship, if that was what we were building. It was just not fair of me to lie here and receive such awesome stimulation from such a skilled man and not offer anything in return!
So while my mind was still working, I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, directing his slumberous eyes to mine.
“Me, you, too!” was all that I could manage as his thumb began to run the length of my clitoris, making sparks of pleasure fly over my tingling nerves.
“Later,” he rasped, his fingers continuing their work until I bit my lip, my face contorting in ecstasy.
I have no idea how long he teased and tormented me, but soon all I could do was roll my head and moan, the rough nap of the felt-covered the table adding to sensation as I felt myself rising towards another mind-blowing climax.
Then just as suddenly as it began, it all stopped!
I felt the ball roll away, his hands dropped to my waist, and then I was turned onto my stomach, his hands helping me to slide down until my feet touched the cool floor.
Then I felt the heat of him, burning hot and hard against the cheeks of my ass.
I felt one hand reach beneath me, gather up the moisture that flowed from my body like water, and run it along the crack of my ass.
“Craig?” I asked, worry starting to fill my mind as a million scenarios for condomless sex filled my mind.
“Relax, little girl,” he purred. “You are not ready for that yet. We have to start you off slow, with a thumb-sized plug and a lot of lube.”
“Oh,” I whispered, my inner walls clenching with the thought of him invading such virgin territory. I would have to consider that further.
But then he was moving again, pressing the scalding heat of his cock, now coated in my essence, along my crack.
I gasped in surprise as he began a long slow glide, stimulating the nerves around my small puckered rosebud, before his swollen and heavy balls slapped against my thighs, sending a sudden charge of electricity through me.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed. “This is good.”
Then one hand was reaching around my front, dropping between my legs, and cupping my mound as he thrust and thrust again.
To gain maximum stimulation, he lay his chest down across my back, sensitizing me with the feel of that hard wall of muscle sliding along my body as places I had never thought of were stimulated, turning me into a spitting wild woman who only craved more.
Thrust after thrust sent shocks through my system, making me arch up into his every movement, my nails clawing at the green felt-covered table, scoring it and giving visible proof of my enjoyment.
“Craig!” I gasped as two fingers thrust inside, adding more to the sensations tearing through my body.
I bucked against him, the feelings almost too much but so intense I never wanted them to stop.
Again and again he continued with his internal massage, matching the movements of his hard fingers to those of his massive cock straining against me.
“More!” I growled. “Harder, faster, oh God, oh God, oh, oh, oh, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod…Craig!”
I felt my muscles tense, felt the world hold its breath as I was hurtled through space. Then my body spasmed, clenched around his fingers, the steely hardness of them only making my climax spiral higher and higher.
I whimpered as my fingers, my toes, the tip of my nose, all tingled and burned. My clit felt as if someone had set it on fire, so great were the sensations spiraling out from it. Again and again, my walls clenched, shooting maximum pleasure to my brain.
I was vaguely aware of Craig stiffening behind me, of his muffled shout and the feel of his scalding hot seed shooting across my back and onto my skirt.
Then I felt the comforting weight of his body pressed down on mine, the harsh breathing that rasped in my ear as he struggled to gain control of his body, the softness of his hair that seemed to settle down on us like some thick silky blanket that smelled entirely of him.
“Craig?” I managed to whisper as I felt him adjust his body so that most of his weigh rested on his arms, allowing me breathing room.
“Later, little girl,” he purred, a starving wolf content and replete after a full satisfying meal. “Later.”
I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, knowing that I was safe and protected and maybe even loved.
The contented purring of my sated man soon lured me to sleep on the pool table, anticipating a future that suddenly seemed quite bright.
Biker Broad
For Abner, go kiss your wife
It was too hot on the beach. In fact, it was so hot he hated to move from his shaded spot to do anything! The only good thing about having a spot on the beach was the fact that nobody could intrude on your privacy. Damn, it was hot!
That’s when he saw her. At first, he thought she was some figment of his imagination, a heat-induced mirage in leather. After blinking several times, he decided he wasn’t seeing things and she was definitely real!
Long, dark auburn hair, the color of autumn sunsets, hung low on her back, the ends just striking her bottom. As he watched, she lifted the flaming mass away from her neck and closed her eyes as a warm breeze caressed her damp skin.
As she turned, he realized that the pants she was wearing were actually a pair of tasseled, brown leather chaps. He felt a tightening in his groin when he saw that the rough edge of the tight leg gear ended a few inches below a pair of ass-cupping, blue denim cut-offs. As she bent forward, he felt his mouth dry as two small slivers of pale flesh play
ed peek-a-boo with his attentive eyes. His day was starting to look up!
His breath caught when she again turned and presented him with her near perfect profile as she pulled her jacket from her body. She sighed and arched her back, displaying two well-rounded, full breasts with…perky nipples? Yes, she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her tiny white tank top, and the sweat from her body plastered the thin cotton to her like a second skin.
Tossing the jacket aside, she slowly lifted one hand—a hand with long, dangerous-looking, blood-red nails—and absently brushed the glistening skin of her concave stomach. Her hands went to the ties of the thick leather waistband that held up the chaps.
With the ease of a stripper, she loosened the small ties and sighed loudly as they gave up their grip on her narrow waist. A small red band of skin was exposed as the waistband fell away, reminiscent of the welt a smartly applied belt would leave on the soft tender flesh of a bottom. His fantasies began to take flight.
He watched—her own personal voyeur—as she bent low from the waist to unfasten the silver buckles on her brown boots—bright, shiny buckles. The thumb ring on her finger glinted in the sun, drawing his attention to her long slim fingers. She had piano player fingers. Fingers that would know how to wrap around a man, know how to stroke just right, how to tease…
His attention was again drawn by the way she delicately balanced on one foot and kicked her boot off.
She was like a living flesh-colored flamingo, graceful as she removed first one boot, then the other. She wore a thick pair of white socks bunched around her ankles. They made her legs seem all the more shapely and delicate.
He sat forward in his chair, a captive audience of one, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his nails bit into the wood.
She threw her hands above her head, rising up on her toes to do so, and became a small goddess, reaching for the sun.
She lowered her arms, and in a slow, lazy manner, eased the leathers from her body.
Sheer perfection! She was the stuff of dark fantasies, boyhood nocturnal erections, and lies spun in locker rooms. Her legs were long and sleek, strongly muscled, and did she ever fill out those minuscule shorts!
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she bent low to ease her socks from her small, delicate feet.
He leaned forward in his chair and again was rewarded. This time the sight of those shorts rising up to the crack of her ass, proved that she wore nothing underneath and that he was a blessed man. Would she bend further, perhaps giving him a glimpse of her hidden secrets? Instead, her eyes widened like a doe caught in headlights. Her eyes, a startling shade of green, glittered. Her eyebrows drew together as her gaze centered on him.
So there he was, caught with an erection the size of a small tree tenting out the material of his pants, and all he could do was stare back. He wasn’t embarrassed. Hell, the size of his hard-on was impressive. He just wished that she had removed a bit more before discovering him sitting there, enjoying the show. Should he pull out his wallet and offer her a dollar and an inviting grin? Should he apologize for observing her in such a state of…undress? He did neither.
“This is a private beach,” he said in his best disgruntled homeowner’s voice. “You are trespassing.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?” she asked, her voice low and deep.
“I could come over there and paddle your backside, little girl,” he responded, a grin suddenly finding its way to his lips.
How he would love to lay her across his lap and take a few swats at that perfect ass, to warm the twin cheeks of her heart-shaped bottom, to mark her as his in a way that would remind her for days to whom she belonged.
“Are you man enough to do it right?” she responded, the light of interest filling her face. Her full lips parted as a small pink tongue flicked out to moisten and tease. She leered at the bulge in his shorts before slowly rising to her full height.
We have a player! He smiled as he realized her nipples had grown hard and pushed against the confines of her tank-top as she listened to his words. Her breathing increased a bit with her excitement as she dared him with her eyes to make good on his threat.
“Bad little girls need discipline,” he purred as he gestured her over. “But if you want to be a good girl, you have to come to me.”
She tilted her head for a moment as she considered his body, the size of his erection, the span of his chest, the golden skin stretched over well-honed muscles. He certainly looked strong enough to deliver on his promises. She took a tentative step forward, relishing the feel of the warm sand against her bare feet.
Let the games begin!
She walked, stalked across the sand towards him, confident in who she was and sure of what she wanted. Her eyes locked onto his face as she moved closer, reading the approval in his eyes.
When she stopped in front of him, he nodded.
“Good girl.” He rose to his feet and found she was just a bit shorter than he was, perfect for a missionary, but even better for some severe handling.
“So what are you going to do now?” she asked. She lifted the hair from her neck and thrust out her chest, preening for his pleasure.
“I’m going to take you into the house and see to you properly,” he replied. He gestured for her to move ahead of him.
“You’re not going to hurt me?” she asked, as her lips again parted, this time to let her small, white teeth tug at her bottom lip. She ran one finger over his bare chest, down between his pecs, before pushing just the tip over his washboard abs and into the waistband of his shorts.
“Only if you ask me politely.” He gripped her wrist and lifted that wandering hand to his lips. Once there, he gently captured her index finger and sucked it deeply into his hot mouth, his eyes challenging hers, his tongue bathing that wandering digit.
“Please?” she breathed, her pupils dilating at his actions as goosebumps broke out on her skin.
“Go into the house,” he replied, waiting to see what she would do.
Slowly, she pulled her finger from his mouth, moaning at the suction he applied. Could he, would he, apply that same force to other parts of her body—more sensitive parts?
“Yes, sir,” she all but purred. She turned away from him, swaying her hips enticingly as she walked up the gritty wood steps leading to the sliding glass door that protected his sanctuary.
He followed closely behind her, watching her ass sway with her movements as she climbed the steps and entered his dwelling. Her slow roll mesmerized him, called to him, begged him to lay claim to the flesh like the lure a siren. Once she disappeared inside, he took a deep breath to calm himself.
He didn’t want to rush this pleasure, not yet anyway. There were things he had always wanted to do, and now he had the chance to do them. He paused to look out over the beach once again. He still hated it, but now he was beginning to enjoy the perks that came with it. With one last glance, he entered the cool darkness of his house and walked into the gates of paradise.
Her eyes glowed with curiosity and desire in the dim light of the room as she wondered what he would do first. He didn’t disappoint.
“Undress,” he ordered as he entered the one-room cabin and headed straight for the massive bed against the far wall. “And do it slowly.”
He took a seat on the edge of the bed, ignoring his own need for immediate gratification to make this scene last a bit longer. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
She didn’t disappoint him.
With a teasing grin, she reached up and grasped the edge of her shirt. With a toss of her long auburn hair, she turned her back to him as she lifted it.
The small of her back arched sensuously as the shirt eased up. As she whipped the shirt over her head, her skin glowed, dewy and soft. Her hair immediately fell to cover the exposed skin. She peered at him over her shoulder, her eyes taking in his calm face as she looked for his reaction. He gave little away.
“Now the shorts,” he demanded.
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nside his chest, blood began to pump rapidly, filling the small veins of his cock, a pleasurable expansion he relished, for it was one unexplainable delight that never failed to bring him joy. His face remained impassive, but his heart raced as he watched this beautiful, erotic creature follow his every command. Never before had he felt such power, such control, and he would use it all to bring her to screaming orgasms, to make her shout his name and leave all sense of propriety behind.
He heard the snap as she loosened the waistband and saw the tight material part as she sighed in true delight.
She looked cautiously at him again before easing the tight denim down her rounded thighs.
He watched patiently as they slid down, brushing against the sensitive backs of her knees before dropping to her ankles.
There she stood, a naked sea nymph, hidden from his view only by her long strands of rich auburn hair. But even that was exciting to view, as the hair just stopped at the curve of her hips, drawing his hungry gaze to the round fullness of her bottom.
Lust heated his eyes as he examined her, causing her to shiver slightly in sensual fear.
“Come here,” he ordered softly, strong command in his tone.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed as she lifted two handfuls of hair over her shoulders to provide some cover.
She turned quickly, as if she had to do this before she changed her mind, and took one tentative step forward.
“Stop,” he cried after that first movement. “I want to examine my very bad girl from afar. Is that your real hair color, or are you a cheat, too?”
“It’s real,” she answered, her eyes dropping away from his gaze for a moment.
He said nothing, for his eyes were busy devouring the sight of her in her naked splendor. She was Eve in the garden, Venus being born, the porn slut he jerked off to. She was his idea of perfection.
Her auburn hair parted slightly as it rested over her breasts, not hiding them, but emphasizing their charms. The full plump orbs held stiffened berry-colored nipples— nipples just perfect for sucking—and bounced slightly as she stopped. The muscles of her stomach were tight and small, her navel a sexy indentation that begged to be licked. His eyes traveled lower to…he had to suck in a deep breath or lose it right there.
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