HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

  “You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered.

  “And you’re pissing me off. Since when do you not listen to me? This time I’m not asking, I’m telling. Get your sexy little cock sucking mouth down there in front of me and suck my cock, Sam,” I said as I released her and pointed to the floor.

  Without releasing my cock from her grasp, she lowered herself to the floor and leaned forward. Wedged between the front of my seat and the seat in front of me, she glanced up and grinned.

  “I’m so wet,” she said as she began to stroke my swollen shaft.

  I grinned and glanced around the theater. In front of us, three rows down, were two people on one side, and two people on the far other side. In the lower portion of the theater, and entire row was filled with a group of fifteen or so people, and another couple sat to our immediate left, two rows down. All told, roughly twenty people were in attendance. As the movie began to play, I felt her mouth encompass my cock.

  I glanced down and sighed at the sight of her head moving up and down in my lap. Although I’m sure not all women enjoy having a cock stuffed into their throat forcefully, Sam was no stranger to the tip of my dick pummeling her mouth like a woodpecker pounding away at a tree trunk. After a quick inventory of the theater again, I lowered my hands onto the back of her head and slowly raised my ass from the seat. As the cowboy on the screen pulled an old man from a burning car, I began to fuck Sam’s face like I was trying to put out a fire deep within her throat.

  The sound of her sloppy slobbering and gagging was pretty evident where we were seated, but the sound effects and dialogue from the movie masked the sounds of our sexual adventure from everyone else’s ears – especially those seated in the in the front of the theater. I knew it would take no more than a minute of my cock in her mouth to drive her insane, and after holding her head tightly in my lap for a few eye-watering seconds, I released her head and leaned forward.

  As she pulled her head from my lap she gasped for breath.

  “Holy shit, Otis,” she said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Take off your shorts and turn around,” I said flatly.

  She glanced over each of her shoulders as she raised herself into a crouched position. After a few seconds of struggling to get them off, she sighed and stood. Now standing beside me, she mumbled a few unintelligible expletives and yanked against the waist of her shorts, pulling them and her panties down to her thighs. A few expletives and a little more struggling later, and she was naked from the waist down.

  I glanced around the theater.

  Everyone remained focused on the movie as the cowboy walked to the door with a bouquet of flowers.

  “Turn around and ride my cock, Sam,” I whispered.

  “No shit, Sherlock,” she said though her teeth. “I thought I’d just stand here.”

  She turned around, reached back and grabbed her ass with each hand, and as she attempted to spread her glistening pussy as wide as she could, lowered herself onto the tip of my cock. As I guided the tip into her pussy with one hand, I pressed my other into the small of her back. Although fucking in the hotel pool room was torturous, this time I slid with exceptional ease into her wet warm fold.

  “Jesus,” she said as my cock bottomed out.

  I reached forward with my right hand and covered her mouth. As I pulled the back of her head toward my chest, I sat up in my seat slightly, forcing her to arch her back. Now incapable of speaking, her back arched, and her hands still gripping her ass, she began to rock back and forth along the length of my swollen shaft.

  Her soaking wet but still ever-so-tight pussy worked magic along my stiff dick. Each time she raised her ass or lowered herself onto my lap, I felt as if the tip of my cock was going to explode. Swollen to an all-time high girth and as hard as a diamond, it seemed the skin was hypersensitive to the perfect rhythm of her reverse cowgirl ride. As she bit into my hand, her speed increased and she seemed to become a little more daring. With muffled groans bellowing into my hand, she bounced up and down on my cock as she continued to stretch her ass cheeks apart with her fingers.

  Watching her fuck me with such force was beyond any level of exciting I could recall from our past. Maybe I wanted it more. Quite possibly I wanted her more. Perhaps it was nothing more than being in love as a man instead of being in lust as a boy.

  The inside of theater wasn’t bright by any means, but the movie provided enough illumination for me to watch my cock disappearing into her pussy. As I glanced up and made note of the cowboy and a blonde girl having a lakeside picnic, Sam groaned into the palm of my hand. To spice things up a little, and to force Sam to exercise a little self-control, I moved my hand from her mouth and twisted her hair in my hand.

  I pulled her hair tightly, forcing her head to the side of mine. With her back now against my chest and her ear beside my lips, I turned my head to the side and pressed my mouth against her ear.

  “Slow down, little girl. You’re going to get us thrown out of here,” I whispered.

  She continued to bounce up and down on my cock like we were filming a porno movie and this was going to be the climactic ending. Her very audible breathing was animal-like and increasing in volume with each stroke.

  “Lose…”

  “Your sense…”

  “Of adventure?” she asked.

  I pressed my mouth firm against her ear and exhaled my response. “You little smart ass.”

  I pulled her hair back and raised my butt from the seat. In perfect timing against the predictable rhythm of the movement of her ass, I forced myself into her as deep as I was able. Almost standing in my seat, I pressed the front of her thighs into the back of the seat in front of us, grabbed my belt, and pushed the waist of my jeans to mid-thigh.

  Now fucking her as if to prove a point, she was grunting each time my cock bottomed out inside of her. As she released the cheeks of her ass and gripped the backs of the two seats directly in front of us in her hands, I pounded myself into her like I was in some kind of grudge fucking contest.

  “You smart mouthed little bitch,” I said. “You need to remember who’s fucking boss.”

  I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged it toward me. The sound of my hips slapping up against her bare ass echoed over the sound of the quiet conversation the couple was having on the screen. A person in front of us turned around and immediately turned back toward the screen after seeing what was going on. Within a few seconds, several people turned around. The thought of them seeing us, even for a split-second, fueled me to continue to fuck her without mercy.

  I felt my cock begin to swell and realized my breathing was not only labored, but quite loud. The theatre was filled with the sound of sex. My hips against Sam’s ass, her groaning from me pulling her hair, and her grunts with each in stroke were enough to make even the more focused moviegoers understand fully what we were doing in the rear of the theater. As I felt my scrotum begin to tingle, I realized I was on the verge of climax.

  I released Sam’s hair and gripped her neck in my hand. As I squeezed her neck with my fingertips and pulled her body backward against mine, her pussy began to contract around the shaft of my throbbing cock. In perfect timing, I exploded into her wet pussy as she groaned in pleasure into the not so vacant theater.

  I arched my back and bit my lip as I continued to enjoy what seemed to be a never ending orgasm.

  “Oh dear God…” she moaned as her knees buckled.

  I exhaled, opened my eyes, and gazed down into the theater. More than half of the people in the theater were focused on Sam and I.

  After a few seconds of standing motionless and regaining my senses, I released her neck, slid my hand up to her cheek, and turned her head to the side. A very long passionate kiss and a solid heartfelt hug later, and I collapsed into the seat, exhausted from the excitement of our sexual escapade.

  “Take off your boot and give me your sock,” Sam whispered over her shoulder.

  I turned to the side and s
crunched my brow. “What?”

  “I’ve got about a quart of your cum trying to fall out of my pussy, Superman. I need something. Give me a sock to mop this up with,” she said.

  I reached down, pulled up my jeans, and unlaced my shoes. After removing them both, I handed her my socks. The thought of having on only one didn’t seem to appealing.

  She stared down into her hand and chuckled.

  “You wear no-shows?” she said with a laugh.

  “Huh?” I responded.

  “No-shows. Little bootie socks. You wear these?” she asked.

  “When I’m wearing shoes, yeah,” I nodded.

  “I fucking love you,” she said as she reached between her legs.

  “Love you too, Sam,” I said as I reached down and pulled on my shoes.

  After what seemed to be a matter of minutes, the movie ended. Fully understanding it had been much longer than the few minutes it seemed to be, I realized I had watched the remaining portion of the movie in a daze, daydreaming about my future with Sam. She, on the other hand, sat quietly and enjoyed the romantic movie. As the credits rolled across the screen, I held my hand in front of her chest, and cautioned her from immediately standing.

  “Let’s wait a minute,” I said.

  “Right,” she agreed.

  After several minutes, the theater emptied, short of the long row of people still seated in the front. Realizing for some reason they had no intention of leaving the theatre, I stood from my seat, held Sam’s hand, and began to walk toward the steps. As we walked down the steps, a few of the people turned around. As the theater was well-lighted now that the movie was over, I could clearly see the group was a combination of college aged couples, without a doubt out of school for the summer. As we passed the group and turned toward the aisle leading to the exit, the sound of a person clapping caused me to pause and turn around.

  After a few claps, another joined. Within a few seconds, the entire group stood, faced us, and continued clapping. Half embarrassed, and half proud, I stood and stared blankly at the group and smiled.

  Sam released my hand, situated one arm in front of her and the other behind, and performed a very well executed bow. After standing, she reached for my hand and glanced up at me.

  “Neither one of us have a tremendous amount of sense, you know that, right?’ she said.

  “Well aware,” I said as I turned toward the door.

  And almost more than anything else, that was what I had always loved about Sam. Now, more than ever, I was able to be myself around her, which was something I hadn’t really done since she left. As we quietly walked toward the door hand-in-hand, I realized the person I was becoming was the person I had always been, but that I had no one to share being myself with.

  Sam caused me to act without inhibition or concern. Anxious to see just who it was that resided beneath my exterior shell, I released her hand, turned to face her, and pressed her against the wall.

  I kissed her passionately, as my hands fumbled along her body, exploring every inch of her as we continued to kiss. Eventually, I raised my hands and cleared her hair away from her face and our lips parted. As I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, incapable of speaking exactly what I was thinking, one of the couples of college kids walked past.

  “Get a room,” he laughed over his shoulder as he walked through the door.

  “We don’t fuck in rooms!” Sam shouted back.

  I shook my head and grinned. “Do you think there’s something wrong with us?”

  “No,” she snapped back. “It’s everyone else who’s losing out. Fucking prudes.”

  As we walked toward the door, Sam reaching into her purse, pulled out my wadded socks, and tossed them into the trash can.

  “I want to see Axton,” she said as we walked down the hallway.

  I nodded my head. “I was thinking the same thing. And there’s a few others I want you to meet. A few of the girls. Axton’s Ol’ Lady and Toad’s Ol’ Lady.”

  “Am I your Ol’ Lady, Otis? Is that what I am?” she asked.

  “You God damned sure are,” I responded.

  As strange as it seemed to say, and as much as she may not understand the sincerity and seriousness of the label, Sam was none other than Otis’ Ol’ Lady.

  And now it was time I made her part of my family.

  Chapter Ninety-Six

  SAM

  Accepting a woman as a friend was something I never did without tremendous resistance. Their competitive nature, catty attitudes, and unstable emotions made me reluctant to invite one into my life as a true friend. Over the years I had developed several friendships with women, but oddly enough, I never really considered them to be true friends. Opening up and being me around them never happened, and it seemed the person I often chose to be in their presence was a small portion of who I really was.

  An abbreviated version.

  Something seemed different about the two girls in front of me.

  Much different.

  “No, I work at an attorney’s office as a para. Her brother’s Jack, you met him at the bar the other day, he’s the one who’s all buff and covered in prison tats. I’m the one who wrote the appeal and got him a new trial. I’m Axton’s Ol’ Lady, she’s Toad’s, you got us mixed up,” the girl with the darker hair said in one breathless sentence.

  She talked a hundred miles an hour, and was difficult to follow, but she had a great outgoing personality.

  “Sydney? Syd?” I said as I pointed toward the more reserved blonde.

  She raised her hand in the air and nodded her head. “That’s me. I’m Jack’s sister.”

  “And I’m Avery. She’s Syd, and I’m Avery. Just remember, Sydney, shitty haircut. Avery, awesome bitch. It’s easy that way,” Avery said.

  Sydney glanced in Avery’s direction and rolled her eyes.

  “Shitty hair’s right, but you’re far from an awesome, bitch,” she laughed.

  Avery shrugged her shoulders as she puckered her lips and kissed the air.

  I nodded my head and grinned. “Hair. Awesome. Got it.”

  “And you’re engaged? To Toad? The cute Italian guy?” I asked as I turned toward Sydney.

  “Yep. That’s me?” she smiled as she reached for her glass of tea.

  “Okay, well. Let’s get to know each other. Where’d you guys meet?” I asked.

  “You’ll love this,” Avery blurted.

  “You really want to know?” Sydney asked.

  “Sure,” I responded. “Why not?”

  She shook her head and pushed her glass of tea to the center of the table.

  “Well…” She inhaled a deep breath, held it for a moment, and exhaled.

  “It was at a bank robbery. I guess it’s kind of common knowledge now, so I’ll tell you the real story. I was homeless at the time, and I had used this guy the night before for a shower, and no I didn’t fuck him.” She paused as she raised her eyebrows comically.

  “You were homeless?” I asked, shocked at the statement.

  She nodded her head. “Homeless, jobless, penniless, yep. All of the above.”

  “Oh. Wow,” I responded as I reached for my drink.

  The thought of such a gorgeous woman who also seemed to be so well put together being homeless was almost unbelievable to me. As I attempted to wrap my mind around the complications of being homeless, she continued to tell her story.

  “Okay, so I went into the bank with this guy while he was taking me back to my car, thinking he’s going to deposit money or make a withdrawal or whatever, and the fucker pulls out a gun and starts robbing the bank. No shit. I’m standing there confused, scared, and wondering how long of a prison sentence I’m going to get when they catch us, and this guy who I’d watched walk into the bank in front of us leans over and says stand by the door, I don’t want you to get hurt.” She paused and raised her eyebrows.

  Okay, this is exciting stuff.

  “Toad?” I asked.

  She nodded her head. “And he asks
me if I want a way out of this deal. Of course I say yes. So anyway, the numbskull I’m with walks up to Cambio - that’s his real name by the way - and he asks him for his deposit bag. Toad shrugs his shoulder and acts like he’s scared, and the guy points the gun right at his face.”

  She paused and pointed her finger at my face.

  “Holy crap,” I said as I drained my drink.

  “Not really. Cambio pulled some Marine judo shit and snatches the gun from the guy’s hand, kicks him in the chest, and knocks him on the floor in like one half a second. The dumb fucker’s on his back on the floor now, and Cambio’s got the gun in his face.” She shook her head and grinned.

  “Wow. That’s kind of sexy. So what did the cops say when they got there?” I asked.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know really, I left right after that.”

  I shook my head and stared blankly, causing her to explain further.

  “While he had the gun on the robber, he turned to me and said go tell the big fucker outside that the devil looks after his own and tell him to take you to Biscuit’s house. Hell, I was scared to death and I took off running. I had no idea who these guys were, but it just seemed right at the time. Being around bikers my entire life, I figured they were good solid dudes, so I ran into the parking lot like I was leaving a burning building, and ran up to Otis and said devil looks after his own,” she said as she reached for her tea.

  I widened my eyes and swallowed heavily. “Oh dear God. The guy in the lot was Otis? My Otis?”

  “The one and only, yes ma’am. He didn’t ask any questions, just grinned and fired up his bike. The only thing I remember is him saying you better hold on right before he gunned it and shot out of the lot,” she said as she lowered her glass to the table again.

  “Devil looks after his own?” I said as I shook my head. “Huh?”