The KINKY Collection: Three Sexy Stories in one Volume!

by Poppy Romero

  He came up from biting at my neck and looked into my eyes, a wicked smile lighting up his eyes with mischief.

  “Say it.”

  I groaned and bit my lip. “Fuck me Dean!”

  I gasped as he slid into me slowly. Bless him for trying to tease me, but I wasn’t in the mood for slow, not after this much teasing. I grabbed hold of his ass (taking a second to squeeze those firm cheeks) and pulled him in deeper with every stroke.

  “Harder!” I whined, using him like a dildo, guiding him to a faster rhythm. He grinned, falling into a rhythm, pounding his hips against me. I slid my hands up his back, clawing my nails into his skin, desperately longing for him to make me come. Just thinking about it was starting to tip me over the edge.

  “Fuck… yes that’s… oh keep going!” I locked my legs behind his back, using my heels to drive him further into me. It was so good feeling him pumping away, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

  “Yeah, you like that?” He closed his eyes and pulled his head back. Seeing him thrusting into me, knowing he was close to coming tipped me over the edge. I tensed up, arching my back against his thrusting.

  “Dean… Shit Dean I’m coming! I’m fucking… yes!”

  My orgasm broke as I felt his pace quicken inside me, and knew he was coming too. It felt different though; warmer, hotter and more raw. It felt incredible. I threw my arms around his back, digging my nails into his skin, pulling him close as I rode the wave of my first orgasm of the day. He pushed deep into me, holding himself there until our orgasms subsided, and I relaxed my grip on his back.

  He collapsed onto me, his forehead resting against mine as our breathing slowed and we regained control of our bodies, still locked at the hips. He looked into my eyes.

  “Fuck… you are just the best distraction, you know that?”

  I grinned. “I know.”

  He stood up and went to take the condom off, but as I saw the tip of his cock emerge, I felt an unfamiliar sensation. Warm liquid was seeping out of me, the same white fluid that coated his slippery length.

  The condom must have broken while Dean was fucking me hard, and he'd come inside of me. I flushed, feeling the pulsing after-effects of the orgasm combined with the feeling of his sperm against my skin. I'd never let a guy come inside me before, but it felt good.

  Damnit, it felt fuckin' amazing.

  Dean rolled over onto his back, pulling the condom off and slinging it in the trash. Whether he'd realised it had broken or not, he lay back and put his arm round me.

  I curled up round his side, breathing in his scent, feeling the heat of his body next to me and the heat of his come between my thighs.

  I mean, I'm a bright girl. For this town, anyway. I know what happens when you have sex without a condom. And it'd always been an automatic 'no' in the past without even thinking about it. But now I'd experienced it – the best part of it, anyway – I wasn't sure.

  My mind was going round in circles, until I heard Dean's lips open as though he was going to say something. I waited a few seconds, then felt his lips press into the top of my head, kissing me.

  “Goodnight.”

  I nestled into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Maybe this could wait 'til morning.

  The next morning I woke up, finding myself alone in the bed. I stretched out, before remembering last night and immediately panicking that Dean had run off and left me to raise a trailerful on my own.

  I sat bolt upright and opened my eyes to see Dean standing buck naked in the bathroom. Which is where we started the story, but I think you'll agree - the backtracking was worth it.

  I watched as he leaned over the sink, cleaning his teeth. It reminded me of him leaning over the table playing pool, that look of concentration on his face. I shivered as I pictured him last night, leaning over me in the dark.

  He looked over and smiled warmly at me. “Hey you.”

  I sat up, stretching my arms out. “Hey you too.”

  He looked down appreciatively at the shape of my body under the covers. I flushed a little and gave him a little flash. “You don’t have to be gone for a little while yet, do you?”

  He shrugged. “I got time for round two, but do you?

  I glanced across at the time on the alarm clock. “Oh shit...” I jumped out of bed, grabbing my underwear. “Well, looks like I'm late again.”

  “I can give you a ride if you want? My car's still at the bar.”

  I pulled my tee shirt over my head – no time to find my bra. That asshole Brian was just going to have one more excuse to stare at my tits all day.

  “Could you? I work over at J&J on main.”

  Dean stopped brushing his teeth and looked at me strangely. “The pawn shop?”

  “Yeah, why?” I put my hands on my hips. He had a real thoughtful look on his face, like he was weighing something up in his head. He leaned over the sink to spit out the toothpaste, and turned to look at me, a lop-sided grin on his face.

  “I never did tell you what I do for a living, did I?”

  When I walked in, my asshole manager Brian turned to me and looked me up and down. “Late and out of uniform? Jesus Christ you’re going for the bonus round in terrible fucking employees today Poppy.”

  “Brian, shut the fuck up.”

  He looked like he’d been hit by a frying pan, and I gotta say, it’s the top memory of all of my time working for that dumb son of a bitch. His jaw dropped, and he just stared at me.

  I walked past him to the counter. We were only a small store in a quiet little town, so it paid dividends for us to keep a shotgun under the till. We’d never really had to use it before, but I’m a country girl at heart and we know how to look after ourselves.

  Brian however was a city-slicker dipshit who let it be known that he had it to keep the drunks under control, but kept quiet that he had no fucking idea how to use it.

  I hopped round the counter, hoisted it over one shoulder, and turned back to him.

  He blinked, and stammered at me. “What the hell did you say?”

  I still don’t know why I did what I did next, but… It was just one of those moment of madness things, like I just got so caught up in the moment. Maybe I knew I’d need to do something big to put him off balance, snap him out of thinking he was in control.

  Maybe I just wanted to have a little fun with the poor guy before things got too heavy.

  I giggled. “I said, shut the fuck up, Brian.”

  “Jesus Poppy, what are you…”

  “Making sure I got your full and undivided attention. I am so fuckin' sick and tired of your bullshit. ”

  “My bullshit? Poppy if you want to keep your job, I suggest you put that thing down so we can talk about this!”

  “Oh we can talk about this Brian!” I cut him off, levelling the gun at him. “Maybe we can talk about you staring at my ass all day. Maybe we can talk about you 'bumping into me' all those times I was bent over stacking the bottom shelves.” I took another step closer. “Hey since we're having such a nice conversation and all, maybe we can talk about the time you gave the sheriff’s little girl an extension on her loan? Maybe we can talk about what she did for you in return, huh?”

  He was sweating and backing off as I raised the barrel towards him.

  “So you’ve had your fun now. I bent over backwards for you these last few years, half the time just so you could look down my shirt. Well here’s one last look, dickwad. I hope it keeps you entertained while you tell the insurance people how you got robbed by your own damn employee!”

  I fired a warning shot into the ceiling. In the back of my head I'd started to worry that the shotgun might not be loaded, or that someone had sold Brian a dud. I guessed If I was left holding what would be basically a lead pipe, I could still try and use it as a club.

  But the boom echoed around the shop and plaster fountained down over Brian’s head as he screamed, then passed out. I laughed, my ears ringing from the shotgun’s roar in the confined space.

  I
looked to the side and caught my reflection in a display mirror. In that brief moment - my self-confidence roaring and the shotgun lazily slung over one shoulder - I had to admit; I’d probably stare at me all day as well. I could hardly blame poor, perverted Brian.

  But I didn’t have all day. Not any more. I needed to let Dean know the store was clear so he could come over.

  I checked the mirror again as I pulled out my phone. I looked round quickly (but then I don’t really know why, because the store and the street outside were both empty) and unhooked the top button of my shorts. I pulled them down over one hip so it only just covered my pussy, and snapped a pic with the shotgun and my shirt up around my neck.

  I sent it to Dean with the words “COME GET ME X”

  I put my phone away and headed for the front of the store to secure the shutters before any passers-by saw my exposed state and added sex-crazed rednecks to my list of problems.

  When Dean turned up banging on the shutters, I flipped the safety bar open and leapt up at him, wrapping my legs round his waist.

  “Cameras off?”

  I held up a tape. “And evidence destroyed. Not that I'll be sticking around long enough to be a suspect.”

  He nodded at me, satisfied with my performance. Having my thighs wrapped around him was giving me the opportunity to surreptitiously grind against his hipbone. Maybe it was just the danger getting to me, but I was kind of starting to get myself worked up again, especially being so close to Dean's scent. He had this musky tang of shower gel and sex to him, I could've breathed it in all day.

  He didn't know it but I'd been getting hotter and hotter thinking about this morning, about the thought of him coming inside me. I wanted a little more than a grind though, so I slid off him and gestured inside. “C'mon.”

  Inside, Dean looked down to see Brian, tied up on the floor. “Kinky.”

  “Hostage.” I frowned. “You want to see what I can really do with a rope, you might find out later.”

  He raised his eyebrows, amused.

  I turned to lean against the counter, watching him looking round at the valuables on the displays and behind the cages. “You like what you see?”

  He grinned, looking me up and down. “Nice. You did a good job here.”

  “You ain't seen the half of it.”

  He nodded, impressed. “Plenty of good stuff here. I know a couple buyers, you and I could split this, live very comfortably off it.”

  I uncrossed my arms, leaning back against the counter to allow my tits to stick out.

  “So you do this a lot then?”

  He stepped up close to me, leaning against the counter. “Do what a lot?”

  I looked around, then back at him. “Rob pawn shops.”

  He shrugged, moving in closer. “More'n a few.”

  I let a dirty grin break across my face. “So you know the best stuff is out back?”

  He leaned in close, whispering in my ear. “Oh, I can't wait to see what you've got back there.”

  I sighed, his whispering sending electricity up my spine. “I thought you might like it.”

  “I think I just might.”

  He pulled my head toward him, and kissed me hard. I kissed back, my tongue flickering across his mouth, trying to find purchase. His lips parted, and his tongue rolled against my own tongue, teasing me.

  “Lemme show you something.” I whispered into his ear, leading him back behind the counter.

  In the small office, Brian's desk had a small wall safe built into it. When Dean walked in it was open, with the keys sticking out and the contents on display.

  Gold. Lots of gold. Bracelets, rings, watches, all the stuff too valuable to leave in full view of a bunch of rednecks. Once a month Brian would haul it up to the city and hawk it round the more reputable dealers – or the less reputable ones, if he thought they were stolen.

  Dean sat back in Brian's chair, holding up a handful of gold. His grin was as wide as his legs in the chair. “I could get used to this.”

  I stared hungrily at the bulge in his jeans, closing the office door. “And I could get used to this.”

  I dropped to my knees and damn near tore open his flies to get at him. Before I’d even started teasing him I could feel him hardening against my hand. I pulled his dick free, and looked up at him. He locked his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair.

  “I could definitely get used to this.”

  His cock twitched against my tongue as I lowered my head onto it, letting every delicious inch slide to the back of my mouth. Relief didn’t describe the feeling of his bloated cock pulsing against the roof of my mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head, insistently pushing me just a little further with each stroke.

  He could read me like a book, and I was just getting to the dirty bit.

  I’d been working myself up over the thought of him all morning, but I knew I needed to get him as horny as I was, and the quicker the better. I gave his head one final little slurp, and looked up at him.

  “Did I do good?” I crooned, working his shaft with one hand and spreading the other out against his chest. “I hope I made you pleased. I want you to be pleased with me.”

  Dean groaned and ran his hand through the back of my hair. “Oh, you did good.”

  I raised myself up a little and started cupping his balls with the other hand. “Good enough to get a treat?”

  He grinned at me as I grabbed his hand and stood up a little, leaning forward over him. His eyes twinkled as I slipped his hand between my legs, letting him feel the heat there.

  He looked up at me, and moved in close to plant a kiss on my collarbone. I groaned and moved against his finger, feeling his cock twitch with eagerness.

  “Mmh, that's good, that's so good.” I cooed.

  He continued to pepper the crook of my neck with kisses, slowly inching closer and closer upwards. He was driving me to a fever, and I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand, harder than I’d ever known. I needed him so badly.

  I straddled the chair, linking my arms behind his head and lowered myself into his lap. My pussy was on fire. All I had to do was watch his mouth slowly pop open in awe as his dick poked against my belly, rock hard with arousal at the condition I was in. It looked so good without a condom on, I could barely resist, but I knew I'd have to try and talk him round.

  He grinned up at me, putting his hands on my hips to lift me out of the way. “Let me go get a rubber.”

  I bit my lip and put my hand on his chest, grinding my mound against his hardening length. I could hardly believe I was going to go for it, but the truth was, since this morning it was all I could think about. “No.”

  “OK, the store, you got any behind the counter?”

  “You ain’t leaving this goddamn room, Dean.”

  He looked around. “Has Brian got any in his desk, or…”

  I grabbed his chin, and made him look at me. “I’m saying you ain’t using one today. Last night's little accident. I want you to mean it this time.”

  “Last night's accident?” The look on his face spoke volumes – he genuinely didn't know.

  “The condom broke last night. You came inside me Dean.”

  I swear I felt his cock twitch against my stomach as I said it. Maybe it would be easier to talk him round than I thought...

  “Are you... do you take birth control?”

  “No.” I groaned, grinding myself against him. He was looking at me hungrily, eyes half closed with arousal. He certainly didn't look like someone who was thrown by it. “I don't care. Do you?”

  I swept my hair out of my face and looked down at him. He had his head an inch away from my breasts, his breath hot against my skin.

  I began to slide up and down the length of his dick, the slippery feeling of my juices against his bare skin infuriating. Last night had felt incredible, but I hadn't been able to appreciate it fully, not until I was horny again did my body tell me this was what I wanted – no, needed.

  And to be fai
r, my need was kind of overriding my logical thought at that point.

  His breathing was coming in ragged bursts, and I could see I was getting to him. “I want to, but-”

  “But what?” I bumped my hips up, letting the tip of his cock slip over the entrance to my burning pussy, feeling the tip slide over my slick entrance. One push and he'd be inside me. “When's anyone ever stopped you taking what you want, Dean? That's what you do. You see what you want, and you take it, however you want. And that turns me the fuck on.”

  He was starting to thrust against me, almost involuntarily. His eyes were closed, and I could see his reason was fighting a losing battle against his need for the hot, wet pleasure so achingly close to his stiff length.

  “What the hell’s 'safe' nowadays anyway? How is robbing pawn shops any more 'safe' than barebacking me? Fuck me Dean. Make me yours.”

  I didn’t need teasing or foreplay any more. I sank myself down onto his thick, delicious cock with a moan I didn’t care if Brian, or anyone else heard. I didn’t care about anything except the delicious feeling of skin on skin. I closed my eyes and slowly savoured every inch of Dean’s dick sliding into my me.

  “Oh fuck...” I ground onto him, pulling my shirt off so I could press my naked breasts into his face. His hands were all over my waist, pulling me down onto him. At first I sank all the way down, but gradually he started thrusting his hips, sliding in and out of me. I was so wet, his bare skin against the walls of my pussy felt incredible, like I'd never felt before.

  “Fuck… this feels fuckin’ amazing…” Dean was panting, his eyes closed, breathing heavy on my neck. I started to work up a rhythm, bouncing up and down in his lap and leaning forward, letting my tits dangle temptingly in his face.

  “Oh fuck...” I moaned, “I couldn't stop thinking about this morning.”

  His grip tightened on my hips. “God help me, me neither.”

  “Mmh... You knew?”

  “I knew,” Dean said, looking into my eyes. “I knew, and it was the hottest fuckin' thing in my entire life!”