“You are mine, aren’t you?” Haylee asked with a growl. “You’re all mine.”
“Yes, yes,” Deborah sobbed quietly, nearly there, feeling pleasure bordering on pain. It was as if tiny scorching flames licked her from inside. “All yours.”
“You see all of this in the glass, don’t you?” Haylee urged her on. “You see my hand and what it does to you?”
“Yes. I see everything…oh, God, I do—”
“It’s driving you crazy but you can’t stop looking, can you, darling?”
“No, no…”
The probing fingers found her entrance and pushed inside.
Suddenly dizzy, Deborah couldn’t hold herself upright any longer and bent forward to brace her elbows against the window ledge. Haylee shifted her grip and slid into her.
“Ah!” Deborah groaned.
“So this is what you want?” Haylee kissed Deborah’s neck. “You want me to ravish you from behind like this, hmm?”
“I…yes!” Deborah hadn’t known she’d wanted it, but the thought of Haylee fucking her like this made her sex tingle madly.
Haylee plunged two fingers into Deborah, setting up a slow but forceful rhythm, pressing her fingers down against a spot that drove Deborah crazy. “Mine!” Haylee murmured as she pressed her body against Deborah’s, forcing Deborah’s sex to slide along the window ledge.
“Yes!” Deborah replied with a sob. She shivered as a shattering feeling built inside. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Haylee added another finger, filling her, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The relentless hand driving into her and the husky, whispering voice in her ear finally became too much. Deborah’s heart thundered as the elevator slowed. With a whimper, Deborah gripped the window ledge and began to convulse. Light-headed and trembling, she let Haylee hold her up as she came. Are you watching, out there?
“Ah!” The orgasm swept through her, flooded her, and she slumped against Haylee with a moan. Haylee slowly slid from her and cradled her in a soft embrace.
“Hi, you,” she murmured. “Are you okay, sweet thing?”
“Mmm,” Deborah managed. “Very okay.”
“I think we’re here.”
As if on cue, the elevator stopped at their floor. Haylee quickly smoothed the dress down Deborah’s hips and swept her up in her arms. Deborah clung to Haylee’s neck, hiding her face as her lover murmured “’scuse me” to the people waiting for the elevator. Haylee strode down the corridor with Deborah in a firm grip. “If you only knew how much I want you, love,” she whispered throatily. “I want your mouth on me. Now. I can’t wait.”
“I want to taste you,” Deborah murmured. “I want to make you come, Haylee. My love.”
Haylee put Deborah down, produced the card key, and opened the door. Once inside, Haylee eagerly tugged off her suit, stretched out on the bed, and spread her legs wide. She rasped, “Now, sweet thing. Now.”
Her voice was even darker with desire, and ripples of renewed lust made Deborah groan. She crawled between Haylee’s long legs, feeling more aroused than she’d ever been. It was time for her to take over this adventure. Time to teach Haylee she wasn’t the only one who could reduce a lover to a whimpering, pleasure-ridden mess. Deborah licked her lips. “Mmm,” she purred and took one lick along Haylee’s drenched, slightly parted folds. “You like this, hmm?”
“Deborah…” Haylee said, her voice suddenly just as weak and as submissive as Deborah’s had been earlier.
“You like this too?” Deborah asked casually as she licked along her lover’s labia, one languid lap after another. Haylee’s taste was familiar but always addictive, and Deborah pushed her mouth harder against the fragile tissues.
Haylee’s husky murmur increased in volume as Deborah danced her tongue over her most sensitive spot. Hungrily, Deborah caressed the delicate inner lips and the distended clit without mercy until Haylee’s legs began to tremble.
Deborah took the quivering, hard clit between her lips and fluttered her tongue over it, feeling wetness soak her chin. She greedily tasted it and reveled in the effect she had on the woman she loved.
“Deborah!” Haylee arched fiercely beneath her. Her orgasm hit hard, almost throwing Deborah off.
Determined to not let go, to see Haylee through, Deborah hooked both arms around Haylee’s legs. When she felt Haylee’s orgasm against her lips, her own clit began to burn again.
Not wanting to leave her lover, Deborah ground her hips against the mattress. She desperately needed to come again, and the lingering spasms of Haylee’s orgasm only fueled her desire. She moaned.
“Oh, Debbie, come here.” Haylee pulled Deborah up her sweat-soaked body and pushed a leg between her thighs. “I know where it hurts. I know.” She grabbed Deborah’s hips and pushed her up and down her slick thigh. “That help, sweet thing?”
“Yes,” Deborah sobbed. “Yes. Oh, like that. Yes!”
Haylee held her tightly, and Deborah knew she wouldn’t last long. She pulled one of Haylee’s dark, puckered nipples into her mouth and sucked as her hips undulated feverishly against Haylee’s thigh. Her clit was painfully hard, and every stroke against Haylee’s slick leg sent prickles of pleasure bordering on pain up Deborah’s groin.
When the second orgasm hit, tearing through already inflamed tissues, she let go of the now deep red nipple and cried out. Deborah tossed her head back, pressing her pussy against Haylee, drenching her even more. Eventually her muscles gave out and she slumped onto Haylee’s body.
“Deborah.”
Deborah found it amazing that a voice, speaking a single name, could say so much. The pillow was cool against her hot cheek as she gently stroked Haylee’s breasts. “I love you.”
“God, I love you right back.” Haylee’s voice was husky in the aftermath of their lovemaking. “I love you so much.”
Tipping her head back, Deborah sought Haylee’s eyes in the dusky room. “Thank you.”
Haylee smiled. “You’re welcome.”
“Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary, sweet thing. Five years.”
“Can I have, like, fifty more or so?” Deborah slid her hand around Haylee’s back and hugged her tight.
“Fifty sounds good to me. A nice round number.”
Deborah grinned. “I like nice round things too.” She cupped one of Haylee’s butt cheeks. “Like this one, for instance.”
“You’re insatiable!”
“Yes.”
“Greedy, even.”
“Yes.”
Deborah rolled Haylee onto her back. “And I’m also fair. Just so you know.”
“Okay. And by that you mean?”
Deborah nipped at Haylee’s still swollen nipple. “I got two. I owe you one, babe.”
“Owe me…? Oh!” Haylee arched into Deborah’s mouth. “Yes, you’re very fair.”
Deborah gazed lovingly up at Haylee, a slow fire igniting in her eyes. “Then, my love, let me settle the score.”
'57 Buick
KI Thompson
I love my car. It’s not just your average automobile tooling down the road. It’s a ’57 Buick, dark blue, with blue fabric interior. The backseat is bigger than my couch at home and has been used the same way, if you know what I mean. The car once belonged to my dad and then he gave it to me when he bought his newer, more reliable car. He buys Japanese models, which I suppose are very reliable when you compare them to the Buick. But my car has personality. She’s an individual that stands out in a crowd of sameness. She has her moods and can be downright ornery at times, but she loves me too, and I know it.
What I love most about my car is the way it turns women’s heads as I pull into the parking lot of the local hangout. I tend bar there, Geraldine’s it’s called, and you can find me most nights pouring shots and drafts. I’m the one in leather with tattoos from the neck down. Oh yeah, and I’m always packing. Say what you will about it, I like the way a rubber cock feels in my pants, especially when the p
ants are tight and press into me whenever I move. It keeps me turned on all night long so that I’m always ready. And the ladies that come to Geraldine’s, well, they like that.
The owner of the bar, her name is Maude. Geraldine’s has been around for a long time and had several owners, but they always kept the name. I guess they didn’t want to confuse people. Anyway, Maude has been getting on in years and has always treated me like the kid she never had. She says that one day the bar will be mine, so I’ve been saving up for the day when I can take it over and make it my own. My name’s Kevin, but my friends call me Kev. I know it’s a guy’s name, but that’s what my parents called me. And truth be told, I kind of like it.
It was closing time on a Saturday night and I was finishing up behind the bar, washing glasses and balancing the cash register. Maude had gone home hours ago, as usual, so it was just me, the waitress Connie, who was cleaning tables, and a lone woman who was leaning against the jukebox. She was swaying slightly to the plaintive cry of Annie Lennox and appeared to be a bit tipsy but still in control. Her cream-colored silk blouse was partially open and her tight black miniskirt revealed long, shapely legs. Connie kept giving her the evil eye, annoyed that there was still a customer in the place when she wanted to get home to her girlfriend.
“It’s okay, Connie,” I said, “you go on home, I’ll lock up.”
“What about her?” Connie tossed her head in the woman’s direction.
“I’ll take care of that too.”
“She looks a little out of it. You want me to call her a cab?”
“At this hour? It’s raining. I’d be lucky if it got here by noon. Nah, I’ll just drop her wherever she needs to go. No need for you to hang around, though.”
Connie gave me that grateful look that says, “I owe you one,” tossed her bar towel into the cleaning bag, and headed out the back door. I put the cash drawer in the vault, spun the dial, and turned off the lights in the back room. After grabbing an umbrella and my keys, I sauntered out from behind the bar.
“Lady, it’s time to go. I gotta lock up.”
The brunette glanced up and seemed to focus in on me from some faraway place. She wasn’t drunk, I realized, just lost in a world of her own, and I was surprised to discover what a knockout she was. I usually notice that kind of thing even when the place gets really busy. I gave her the once-over and she did the same to me, and more. If it was possible for a woman to fuck you with her eyes, then she was doing a pretty good job of it. She left fingerprints all over without even touching me.
“Time to go?” she asked, as though it wasn’t obvious from the empty room.
“Yeah, do you have a way home, or can I give you a lift?” I crossed my fingers, hoping I’d get lucky.
“Oh, yes, thanks, I would really appreciate a ride. My friend left hours ago.”
I frowned, wondering what she meant by friend, and why anyone would leave such a beautiful woman alone, especially on a night like this. Locking up the bar behind me, I led her to the passenger side of my car, holding the umbrella over our heads.
“Is this your car?” She stood back admiringly.
“Yeah,” I said casually, trying to be cool about the best car ever.
I opened the door for her and she crawled in, her eyes scoping out the roomy interior. I slammed the door shut and ran to the driver’s side, tossing the umbrella in the back. I turned the key in the ignition and the old bomb roared to life.
“Nice.” She took in the big backseat. “You could have a really good time back there, couldn’t you?”
A smile was my only answer. I reached up to the steering column and shifted the car into drive, and the big Buick lumbered out onto the street.
“Where to?” I asked. It felt like she was a mile away on the other side of the big front seat, and I grinned as I noticed her scooting my way.
“Anywhere you like,” she said throatily, her hand pressing against my leather-clad thigh.
“Now that’s what I like to hear.” I pushed down on the accelerator and the car labored to increase speed.
I drove up into the wooded hills outside the city and found my favorite parking spot overlooking the town. The rain had all but stopped and the skies were clearing. A few brave stars managed to make themselves visible through the clouds, and as the air heated up, so did the interior of the car. Her blood red fingernails traced the lump in my pants and I felt myself grow hard in anticipation. Of their own accord, my hands reached out and fondled her taut nipples through the silk fabric of her blouse. She moaned and pressed them into my palms.
“Pinch them,” she whispered in my ear.
I was more than happy to oblige, feeling the stiff points harden between my fingers. She climbed onto my lap, sitting with her back against my chest, and I reached down to the handle and pushed the bench seat all the way back. Her miniskirt slid up her thighs and I ran my hands down the outside of her legs, reaching her knees and then returning up the inside. Reaching her triangle, I cupped her already damp panties and quickly found her swollen clit with my thumb. I teased it in slow semicircles, feeling it rise in response.
“Oh, that feels so nice.” Her ass writhed against my cock.
With one hand still at her center, I slid my other hand inside her blouse, pushing the lacy bra aside and finding a hard, hot nipple. While I pinched the tip, I tickled up and down her swollen mound. I let one finger slip inside her panties, finding a deep pool of wetness, and she nearly jerked off my lap.
“Hold still, baby,” I cooed. “I want to tease your pussy some more. It’s so hot and wet. I want to feel inside, see how hot you really are.”
She spread her legs wider, inviting me in, and I slid one finger in effortlessly. She was creamy and soft and I pressed my cock upward, straining to get at her. Knowing what I was about, she reached down and slipped her panties down around her ankles and onto the floor. She then reached behind herself, rising up slightly to get at my zipper. Quickly she grabbed hold of the cock, yanking it out of my pants. Free of its constraints, it soared upward, ready for action.
“Oh, you’re so hard,” she murmured. “I love a hard cock. Does it want me?”
“You know it,” I panted. I love a good tease, it makes me so horny.
She lowered herself slowly but purposefully onto the shaft and I thrust my hips to meet her.
“Oh yes!” she shouted.
She rose up a few inches and then dropped down as I slammed into her. All the while I worked her breasts, smashing them hard into my palms, twisting and turning her nipples. She was screaming now, one hand clutching the door, the other the steering wheel in front of her. She rode me hard and fast, and I felt the sweat trickle down my chest from the exertion of keeping pace with her. She clearly knew what she wanted, and while I was more than willing to give it to her, I could tell that we were in for a long night. It was as though she craved the fuck, wanting it to never end. Each time I slowed to catch my breath, she moaned impatiently, speeding up her rhythm to keep her excitement peaked. I used to pride myself on my stamina, but it was going to take everything I had to keep up with her.
Several minutes into it I could tell something was wrong. She couldn’t seem to get off and I could sense her frustration mounting.
“Let’s get in back,” she growled.
She let the cock pop out of her as she climbed off me and over the front seat into the back. I sat in the front for a moment, trying to unscramble my brains, stunned at her ability to stop in mid-thrust without a fuck you very much, and then jumped in after her. She was already flat on her back, knees bent, hot and waiting. Damn, she wanted it badly.
“Take your clothes off,” she commanded. “I want to feel all of you, all over me.”
I’ve never stripped faster in my life. I was so aroused I could feel it on my thigh as it trickled down to rest behind my knee. But if you wear leather pants you know how hard they are to take off, and in the Buick, half crouched and horny, it was no easy feat. Added to that, the rubber cock
kept getting in the way, and my companion was no help either. She kept grabbing my ass and pulling me into her, pressing the cock into my swollen clit until I thought I would explode.
“Jesus, let me get out of these pants so I can fuck you,” I complained.
I finally managed to get them around my ankles and I fell on top of her. As I guided the cock back into her with my hand, she took both of my breasts in her own hands and began to suck each taut nipple, tugging gently on the nipple ring in my left breast.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, do it like that,” I moaned.
I was on the edge and I slammed into her hard until she cried out. Each slight withdrawal nearly took my breath away as my clit ached to feel the press of the rubber toy once again.
“Yes, harder, faster, just do it! Make me come!” She clawed my back, urging me on.
I thought I was going to pound right through her, like a jackhammer on hard pavement, and I wasn’t going to stop until I hit bottom. She rose up off the seat, meeting me with each thrust, bucking and rocking over and over again. The sweat poured down my back and between my breasts, as if every pore in my body had released its pent-up juices just for this one earth-shattering climax. I felt like an animal in heat, blind with lust and the call of the wild, with no awareness or control over myself. My entire being was wrapped up in this one great fuck.
“Oh, oh, oh, yes!”
She hissed one last syllable and then I felt it—like an underwater explosion that first draws in and then gushes out. Her insides clamped down on the cock and nearly lifted me off the backseat, and I had to grab hold of its edges to keep myself grounded. She screamed, she cried, she laughed hysterically, all the while drawing me deeper and deeper inside. With one last thrust I felt myself coming. I came and came and it just felt so damn good that I began to cry at the sheer need of it. When it finally stopped, I knew she had wrecked me for anyone else.
We lay there for I don’t know how long. I’m not even sure I was fully conscious and I think I must have slept. But after what felt like a few seconds, she was up and on me, wanting more. I laughed—surely she was joking. But when she reached for the limp dick, slippery with her come, my eyes went wide with shock.
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