HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

  “Holy…shit…” I squealed as I heard the table creak beneath our weight.

  My pussy began to tingle from the inside out, and my mind went blank. When I came back to my senses, my entire body felt as if it was on fire, and I was standing beside the table wide-eyed with my hands raised to my mouth.

  “What the fuck did you get up for?” he asked as he stood.

  “What the fuck just happened?” I asked.

  “Well, I was doing the flicker and you screamed, came all over my face, and jumped up,” he said as he wiped his beard with his hand.

  “The what?” I muttered.

  As if I was some inexperienced sexual idiot, he raised one eyebrow, turned up his palms, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

  “The flicker. It’s when I hold my in tongue deep and tease your g-spot. You like it?” he asked.

  “Uhhm, yeah. That’s an understatement,” I murmured.

  “Well, we better keep at it before your pussy goes all back to normal,” he said as he reached for his belt.

  I was still floating round somewhere in the star-filled sky as I watched him remove his boots, jeans, boxer shorts, and shirt. Now standing at the edge of the deck naked as the day he was born, I stared at him realizing it was the first time I had actually studied him while he was fully naked. Covered in tattoos and muscles, his cock hung between his legs like another limb altogether.

  “Come here and give me a hug. And take that shirt off, I wanna see those big titties,” he said flatly.

  “Huh? A hug?” I asked.

  “Yeah, a fuckin’ hug,” he responded.

  I pulled off my shirt and removed my bra. Somewhat self-conscious about my large breasts, I crossed my arms over my chest as I approached him, unfolding them as I stepped in front of him. As my arms wrapped around his upper body, he reached down and lifted me from my feet.

  With his hands against my ass, and his forearms along my thighs, he held me above the floor in his arms. Slowly, he began to lower me slightly as he released my left leg and obviously guided his cock into my throbbing and overly anxious pussy.

  As I felt his cock penetrate me, I gasped in slight shock. In this position, it felt huge. With each additional inch of his girth inside of me, my eyes widened slightly in disbelief. When he was finally all the way in, I felt as if the tip of his dick was in my chest.

  “Holy shit…this…feels….weird,” I stammered.

  “You’ll get used to it,” he said with a nod.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  Eager to have him fuck me senseless, I nodded my head and bit my lip.

  Holding me in his arms and moving me up and down as if I were a rag doll, he began to raise and lower me onto his stiff cock. To ease the process and minimize the pain, I spread my legs wide and extended them beyond his hips.

  With his massive hands cupping my ass, he began to thrust his hips up and down, pressing his upper thighs against my butt cheeks. The sound of skin on skin echoing into the night was almost as big of a turn on as him fuckin me on the deck.

  “Who’s little pussy am I fuckin’, Kat?” he asked as he pounded himself in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

  “Yours,” I whimpered.

  And, as much as he’d never admit it, my pussy was just that.

  His.

  “Stick those big titties in my face,” he said as he lowered his chin.

  I reached up with one hand and raised my right boob. Immediately, he bit into my nipple, and began nibbling on it was he continued to fuck me hard. His cock now sliding in and out with ease, and my nipple between his teeth, he pulled my ass cheeks wider as he thrust his hips up and down with perfect rhythm.

  I could feel myself running down my leg as the cool night breeze blew across the deck. I closed my eyes and focused on the tingling feeling that was running violently between my nipple and my pussy. Within a few seconds, I felt my inner lady bits start to tingle, and I knew it was all but over.

  “You better scream when you have that orgasm,” he grunted as he released my nipple from his teeth.

  I nodded my head and opened my eyes.

  “You like that big cock?” he asked.

  I nodded my head and grunted.

  He pressed his face against mine and bit my earlobe as he stuffed me full of cock.

  “You’re a cock hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” he breathed into my ear.

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  “Scream it,” he demanded.

  “I uhhm…I’m a…cock hungry…little…”

  “Bitch…” I cried.

  “Scream it!” he demanded as he pulled his hips back and held them there.

  I arched my back, stared up at the sky, and screamed at the top of my lungs, “I’m a cock hungry little bitch!”

  He released me from his grasp, lowered me to the floor, and spun me in a half circle in one fluid motion. Now facing the table and slightly confused, I felt his hand against my upper back.

  As I bent over onto the table, I felt his cock slide easily into my wet willing mound.

  And. He. Began. To. Fuck. Me. To. Death.

  His hips slapping against my ass, and his balls beating a tune against my clit, I bit my lip and pressed my chest into the cold glass. The sound and smell in the air was nothing but sex. His hand slapped against my right butt cheek, and it was all I needed. Immediately, my body began to convulse, and my pussy began to contract around his swollen cock.

  “You like it when I slap that ass?” he bellowed.

  “God yes!” I blurted. “Slap it again.”

  His hand came down with tremendous force, forcing me slightly to the side.

  “Oh…holy…”

  My mouth opened wide, and my mind wanted to scream. My voice, however, went silent and my throat emitted nothing but a little squeak. As he continued to pound himself in and out of my aching pussy, I had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Almost to a point of passing out, I felt his cock begin to swell.

  “Oh god, do it. Come in me,” I begged.

  And he did.

  As he erupted into me, I had another orgasm - a long, steady, inner orgasm that lasted for thirty seconds. Not only did it cause my ears to ring, it made my eyesight go black for a few seconds. As he held his cock deep in me and didn’t move, I felt it slowly going limp.

  It was over.

  The smell of the sweet summer air filled my nostrils as the cool breeze blew against my soaking wet inner thighs.

  After a few minutes of silence, I exhaled and stood.

  I glanced in his direction and smiled.

  “We’re just fucking, right?” I asked.

  “Yep,” he responded as he glanced down at his bare feet. .

  “And as long as I don’t get attached, you’ll keep fucking me, right?” I shrugged.

  He glanced upward and nodded his head once, “Yep.”

  “I fucking hate you,” I chuckled.

  Nothing could be further from the truth, but for the sake of my sexual sanity, I figured I could play the game.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he grinned.

  Well then, I’ll keep lying.

  Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Four

  BISCUIT

  I stood in the shop, bent over a bench, grinding the tabs off of an exhaust bracket. As I watched the wheel on the grinder grind the metal into a shower of sparks, I heard Axton’s voice over the sound of the grinder.

  “God fucking damn it Biscuit, I told you to take care of that fucking cop,” he shouted.

  I released the safety pedal of the grinder and stood silently as it came to a stop.

  “Huh?” I said, knowing full well what he had said.

  “The girl you’re fucking’s god damned father. I fucking told you,” he screamed.

  The veins in his neck were standing out as he screamed. He was madder than I had ever seen him.

  “Fuck, Slice, I forgot. I’ll get to it,” I said as I placed the exhaust shield on the bench.

  “Well, go do
it. He’s out at the fence in riot gear,” he bellowed.

  My eyes widened and my heart began to pound out of my chest. “Huh?”

  “You heard me. He’s parked in the street, leaning against the gate. He’s in a fucking truck, looks like he’s off duty, but he’s got on a vest and his fuckin SWAT gear,” he said as he gazed down at the floor and shook his head.

  “Maybe it’s not him,” I said.

  He glanced up and shook his head. “You dumb fuck, bringing that shit to our shop. It’s him, he asked for you by name. Dalton Biskette. Sound familiar?”

  “God damn,” I said as I attempted to peer past Axton and into the parking lot.

  “You’ve got ten fucking minutes,” he said. “Get him gone or I’m going to shoot you both.”

  “Got it, Boss,” I nodded.

  “I’m not fucking joking,” he grunted.

  “I’m headed out there now,” I said as I began to walk to the lot.

  The last thing I wanted was Axton upset with me. The next to the last thing I wanted was to be shot. And the thing next to that, and highest on my list of shit to hate to deal with in real life, was to be talking to the cop father of a twenty-two year old college girl I was fucking.

  As I walked into the lot, I glanced up at him. Kat should have warned me. He looked like Otis in SWAT gear. If I was going to whip him at any point in time, I’d either need a big stick or a gun. I figured my best bet was to be as mean as I could and stand my ground. I wasn’t about to let him try and intimidate me, cop or not.

  Fucking fuck.

  “Dalton Biskette?” he said in a typical cop voice.

  “Depends on who’s fuckin’ askin’” I responded in my best fuck you voice.

  “Officer Chadsworth, Wichita PD,” he barked.

  “Don’t mean fuck to me, cop,” I barked back as I reached the fence.

  He placed his hands on his hips and stared.

  I reached for the same cock I’d fucked his daughter with the night before, scratched it, and stared back.

  I hated cops.

  And, rightfully so, cops hated me.

  Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Five

  BISCUIT

  I had never backed down from a fight in my life, and I’d been in more than I could ever count. I’d been in biker brawls, stand-offs with rival clubs, and involved in nothing short of what cops would describe as gang wars. Through all of this, for my thirty-two years on earth, not one man had ever intimidated me.

  And I didn’t see that changing any time in the near future.

  The oversized cop pressed his hands onto the sides of his hips and stared. “I’ll make this simple, Biskette. You’re going to stop seeing my daughter.”

  “Don’t know what or who you’re talking about. I don’t see anybody, cop. I got a list of about thirty or so girls I fuck, and if you’ll give me her name, I’ll pull my little black book out of my cut see if she’s on the list,” I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

  He pursed his lips, widened his eyes slightly, and lowered his hands. As his right hand hovered over the grip of his pistol, he inhaled a long, deep breath.

  “Smart-ass, huh? Well, that’s fine. Katrina Chadsworth is her name, ring a bell?” he asked.

  “Nope,” I responded.

  He shook his head and exhaled an audible sigh. “Listen, I’m not going to stand here and dick around with you. You don’t like cops, and I don’t like pieces of dirty ass shit who fuck my daughter. You can’t win this fight. I’m not going to go into details of how I run an investigation, but I will say this. You’re alleged to having a six inch long tongue and being hung like a mule. It’s you, and I know it’s you. Now, what I’m telling you is this…”

  He paused and raised one eyebrow before he continued. “It stops today.”

  I uncrossed my arms, lowered my hands to my sides, and rolled my shoulders back as I flexed my chest and biceps. “If having a big cock is a crime, you better arrest me now, cop.”

  “I’ll put it terms you can understand, Biskette. Keep fucking with her, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes. It’s that simple. This conversation is over,” he said as he turned away.

  “You threatening me, cop?” I hollered as he walked toward his truck.

  He opened the door to the truck, paused, and peered over his shoulder. “That’s not a threat, Biskette. It’s a view into what your future holds. Try me, and your buddy Bishop in there’ll be burying your ass.”

  How the fuck do you know all of our names?

  Creepy ass cop.

  He nodded his head once, climbed into the truck, and drove away. I stood for a long minute, gazing beyond the fence and into the street. I wasn’t about to let any man tell me what I could or couldn’t do, but something about getting shot between the running lights by one of Wichita’s finest had me second guessing whether or not fucking Kat was what I needed to be doing with my spare time.

  Axton’s hand on my shoulder startled me slightly, and caused me to understand I was truly out of my comfort zone with Kat’s father stopping by to see me.

  “So, I’m assuming you got it resolved?” Axton asked.

  I nodded my head. “Guess so.”

  I turned to face Axton and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Listen to this shit. That motherfucker said if I contacted her again he was gonna shoot me.”

  “Jesus Christ, Biscuit. Well, what’d you say?”

  I gazed down at the ground for a moment and thought. As I glanced upward, I responded. “I said a lot of shit, but after that I didn’t really say anything.”

  “Motherfucker rendered you speechless, huh?” he chuckled.

  “Somethin’,” I said. “And it ain’t funny.”

  “So, what are you going to do about the girl?” Axton asked as he turned toward the shop.

  As I started following him across the lot, I considered his question. I really didn’t know what I was going to do. I had no desire to get into a pissing match with a cop, and I damned sure didn’t want to get shot by some overeager protective father.

  But I’d be damned to hell if I was going to let him tell me what to do. Whatever I decided was going to be my decision based on what I thought was in my best interest.

  “Well?” Axton asked over his shoulder as he stepped through the garage door and into the shop.

  I swept a few of the loose rocks away across the parking lot with my boot and glanced his direction. “I’m thinkin’.”

  As I continued to gaze down at boots and kick random rocks across the lot, I continued. “I think I’m gonna finish this bracket, see if it fits, and then ride over to her house and fuck her. You know, to see if I like it as much as I remember likin’ it. If her pussy’s as good as I remember it bein’, I’ll keep fucking her. If it ain’t, I’ll stop. But I ain’t stoppin’ because some fuckin’ cop told me to.”

  Axton coughed a laugh and shook his head. “No pussy’s worth dying over.”

  “You ain’t fucked this gal, so you don’t know. Her twat’s worth quite a bit,” I laughed, “Lemme ask you this, Slice. Same situation, what’d you do?”

  I reached down, picked up the exhaust shield, and waited for his response.

  He crossed his arms in front of his chest and inhaled a deep breath. As he exhaled, he grinned. “Well, I’d have probably already left, and about now I’d be fucking her. There isn’t a man alive that’s going to tell me what to fucking do.”

  “You’re right,” I said as I tossed the exhaust shield onto the bench. “I’m going to head that way now. This bracket can wait.”

  “Devil looks after his own…” Axton said.

  “Sinner forever, forever a Sinner…” I breathed as I walked toward my bike.

  And, as much as I knew I was a sinner to the bone, I didn’t believe what I was doing with Kat was sinning, criminal, or warranted getting shot by her father. If her father decided to shoot me, maybe he’d do it while I was nuts deep in his daughter’s pussy.

  And I could d
ie a happy man.

  Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Six

  KAT

  It seemed whenever life was going good, either my father or Kyle stopped the flow of things, never allowing me to enjoy much more than a day or two of happiness without interruption. Having both of them intervening in my life at the same time, however, wasn’t something I thought would ever happen again.

  But somehow, it had.

  “I have no idea how you got out of jail, but I really don’t want you here,” I said as I raised my hands in front of my chest.

  “I’ve been locked up for a fucking month, and I need some pussy. Put your fucking hands down, get your ass over here, and suck my fucking cock,” he said as he pushed his way past me and sat down on the couch.

  “Seriously, Kyle. I’m seeing someone. It’s over. Just leave,” I begged.

  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. “This thing isn’t going to suck itself you dumb bitch, get the fuck over here.”

  I walked briskly toward the couch, stopped in front of him, and crossed my arms. I glanced toward the front door, which was still open. I glanced at Kyle. He disgusted me. After inhaling a breath of courage and exhaling harshly enough for him to hear me, I said what I had to say.

  “Put that little joke of a dick of yours back in your fucking pants and get the fuck out of here!” I fumed as I pointed toward the door.

  I hoped the month in jail, the pending charges for abuse and battery, and his desire to stay out of jail would cause him to listen to me, grant my wishes, and leave.

  “You stupid bitch, I told you to suck my fucking dick,” he said as he stood.

  He stunk of a combination of sweat and laundry soap. Wearing jeans, lace up camouflage boots, and a wife beater, he looked every bit of the Marine he used to be.

  The blur of his arm in front of my face startled me. He grabbed my hair in his hand, pulled my head back, and slapped my face harder than he ever had in the past. The impact of his hand caused my ears to ring, and within a few seconds I tasted blood in my mouth. As much as I tried not to cry, I felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks.