The Ultimate Smut Collection 3 & 4
Published by Carl S East
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Copyright 2011 - Carl S East
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Story 1 – How a hero robs a Bank
Story 2 – The Accidental Whore
Story 3 – Not so little drummer boy
Story 6 – Punished by my Master
Story 7 – Daddy’s little Whore
Story 11 – The Almost Married Miss
Story 14 - Up Aunt Bea's Chimney
Story 15 – Banging Little Sister
Story 16 - I am my Brother’s Keeper
Story 17 - Losing it to my best Friend
Story 18 - Daddy’s Little Virgin
Story 20 - Disciplinary Action 2
By Maxwell Avoi
Jamie waited in line, watching as it slowly shrank when the tellers called out, “Next.” It was a normal, quiet day at (she checked her account information again) Midtown Banking. No one was looking at her, which was odd even for Summit Falls, where the citizens were used to seeing weird things. A tall, slim cowgirl complete with hat and boots wasn’t that surprising. She was used to men staring at her miles of leg or her wide, perfectly rounded ass. No, people usually stared at her bone-white skin and eyes, or her hair that was red with orange streaks, or the permanent marks on her hands and eyes that looked like flames. Her hair rippled, the orange and red and yellow slipping over and through each other to shimmer, even when she was standing still; she looked as if live fire decorated her head. The line moved forward and still no one stared at her, and Jamie felt the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
She started to turn but she was already too late. The front of the bank exploded inward, the door and surrounding masonry bursting into thousands of pieces when they blew into the building. The bystanders screamed, many of them falling under the rubble. Some of them were far too still. Others were knocked down by flying debris and a few managed to avoid being hurt at all.
Jamie was one of the lucky ones; the rubble had missed her entirely. She was able to see the criminals as they entered through their hole. They were just thugs, for the most part, little to distinguish them from each other besides different colored clothes. They wore bandanas as masks, which struck her as a bit cliché, but they were the ones with the guns so they made the rules.
Their leader was the impressive one. Well-known in the papers and on the television, Silverback was a full eight feet tall in his enhanced form. He was actually a normal-sized human, though he was a large man, but when he unleashed what he called his inner power he swelled in height and muscle until he resembled the gorilla from which he took his name. He was in that form now, a thin pelt of dark hair outlining the masses of muscle that flexed when he roared at the assembled bystanders. Jamie closed her eyes and whispered a prayer.
Then she stood up, wreathed in flames. Jamie wasn’t just Jamie Asher. She was also the heroine Wildfire, and she had a city to help protect from those who wanted to prey upon it. At the moment, that included Silverback.
The men with him opened fire immediately but Jaime was read for them. She grimaced as she concentrated. The bullets slowed to a stop in midair, pinging into the marble tiles below as she stole the kinetic energy from them. The robbers started to swear and drop their weapons as she directed the borrowed energy into their guns, heating them. She pulled more heat from somewhere, some deep source that she’d been able to tap for as long as she could remember. She was just about to use it to superheat the air around the robbers when Silverback slammed his massive shoulder into her.
He lifted her and tossed her over a table. Jamie landed heavily, the breath pushing out of her lungs, and the people nearest her screamed at the sight. Jamie sat up and pulled her hat down tight, wearing an expression that caused the bystanders to shrink away from her as well. Awesome, she thought. Way to scare the humans, J.
Fortunately, Silverback wasn’t there to settle any scores. He just headed straight for the vault, tearing through counters and furniture along the way as if they were little more than annoyances. Jamie was glad to see that there weren’t any people in the way either; she wasn’t sure if he’d have detoured around them in his feral state.
Silverback wouldn’t be able to get through the vault door very quickly, and there was no one back there to hurt anyway. That just left her the other robbers. They were still armed and one of them actually appeared to be wearing a row of dynamite on his chest and carrying a detonator. Jamie grumbled to herself and waited for one of them to get too close to her.
Once he did and he was on the other side of some rubble from his partners, Jamie focused on the heat that was coming from every cell of his body. This was her most difficult trick, something that she’d learned over the course of the two years that she’d lived and operated in Summit Falls. She pulled heat from him, the tiny chemical reactions that warmed his body fading at her behest. The trick was to not pull too much or too quickly, but just enough to incapacitate.
The robber fell without a sound. She made sure that he was warm enough that he wasn’t going to die and then looked for her next victim. “GOD I’m good,” she whispered.
The others weren’t interested in coming around to her side of the rubble, however. They had the survivors lined up and had them covered, while Silverback went crazy on the vault in the back. It sounded like he was beating a dinosaur to death with a fire truck back there. Jamie decided to worry about him after the hostages were dealt with.
She concentrated on the guns the robbers carried. They had cooled since her initial trick and distraction, and the hostages were watching the guns in terror. Inside each weapon, Jamie directed a pinpoint of heat into the firing mechanism. The heat built quickly and the metal inside the guns warped and twisted under the intense energy. When she relaxed her will, there was no way that they were going to fire again. Now the serious threat was the guy with the bomb.
She stood up slowly with her hands raised, dousing the fire that burned around her when she was in superhero mode. The robbers saw her and one of them gestured with his shotgun while screaming at her to join the others, which was exactly where she wanted to be. The man with the bomb was even more helpful, saying, “This is a dead man switch, hero! If I let go the whole place goes up!”
Jamie grinned. The switch was mostly high-performance plastic and by the time that the man with the bomb realized that she had fused the switch into an inert lump she was already sucking the heat out of him. His friends tried to shoot at her but they would have had better luck throwing the weapons. The heat removal was a delicate process, so one of them actually got close enough to swing at her. Jamie ducked to the side and kicked him neatly in the side of the knee with her steel-toed cowboy boot. He went down screaming until she mercifully knocked him out.
Jamie made sure that the hostages were helping each other out and that rescue workers were on the way before heading back to the vault. The noises were quieter back there now and she found Silverback standing inside, breaking open safe deposit boxes and dumping the contents into a large pair of bags that he had set on the floor. They were already half full by the time she got there. The vault door was still there but it was bent and would never close fully again.
Jamie ducked behind a counter and waited for his attention to be directed away from the door. He started working on another box and she stepped up and pushed at the vault door. It swung awkwardly but clunked into its frame, and she started focusing heat. The sound of molten steel running through the cracks got Silverback’s attention, but by then it was too late. The vault door was too hot for him to touch and by the time it cooled down there would be nothing there but a really fancy steel wall six inches thick.
He raged for a few moments before going silent. “You give?” said Jamie.
She heard him snicker. “Yeah, I give. Computer end simulation!”
Jamie watched the bank fold into itself, fading away until they were facing each other in a large circular room. She had her hands on her hips and was tapping her foot, he grinned. His brutish face twisted with the expression, and his eyes were amused. “A guy with a bomb on ‘is chest? Really?” said Jamie.
He snickered again and closed his eyes. He shrank rapidly, ending up about eight inches taller than her five-ten. “Thought you liked the classics, baby.” He walked closer, his heavy frame more human though only slightly less powerful.
Jamie’s mouth quirked in a grin. “It was pretty funny. I hadn’t had t’deal with somethin’ like that before.” She shook her head. “That Silverback, though, man. He’s a big guy. I coulda been in danger.”
He shook his head, grinning. Kale’s face was still rough even in human form, with blunt features, but she’d gotten used to them. “I hear that his weakness is hot cowgirls.”
Her grin broadened a little. “Well, shoot. Guess I’m safe then. I’m about the hottest cowgirl there ever was.”
Kale grinned and put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him. She pushed up against him, her expression challenging. She loved the feel of his huge hands resting on top of her wide hips. She loved it almost as much as the heat and tightness of his groin, and the way he shifted and moaned when she surged her hips against his. She tilted her head up and stretched up on her toes a little to kiss him. Kale had a strong smoky flavor and he always tasted wild after his shape changing, a tang that made her think of standing outside in a thunderstorm. He pulled her tighter as he kissed, his urgency communicating itself to her, and she made a happy purr in the back of her throat.
The kiss held for a good long time, their tongues exploring each other. Jamie’s fingers traced the hard muscle up and down his spine and she could smell the animal excitement that held both of them in its grip. When they finally broke, gasping for air, she said, “They’re gonna get mad at us for makin’ out in the practice room again.”
He snorted. “Everyone’s gone for the night. ‘Sides, they can get mad if they want.”
Her eyes widened in mock terror. “You mean…you mean I’m stuck here with ya? Totally at your mercy? Whatever’re we gonna do?”
His grin widened. “Computer. Access file Kale Beta, program sixty-nine.”
Jamie laughed as the room started to shift and unfold around them. “Program sixty-nine. Ain’t we gettin’ sure of ourselves?”
He just kissed her again, his hands sliding under her shirt and up her bare back. She shivered at his touch, her nipples hard against his chest. “Figure I got reason to be, girl,” he murmured into her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. She moaned quietly, shivers scampering the length of her body.
When he finally let her go and she was able to see what the program had created, she laughed in delight. A huge bed dominated what appeared to be a giant hotel suite, complete with a hot tub and a balcony that overlooked the Eiffel Tower. She grinned up at him as he cupped her spectacular ass and pulled her hips tight against his again. “Kale, baby, you do th’most amazin’ things for me.”
“You do the most amazing things TO me, girl,” he whispered, his voice rough with wanting her. It gave Jamie a thrill to know that she cut to the core of him so quickly, that such a powerful man was hers alone.
He picked her up and she laughed. It cut both ways, of course. He was the only one who saw her at anything but her most self-possessed. He was the only one who she allowed to make her helpless.
Her hat went spinning off toward one corner of the room while he carried her to bed. She laughed again when he tossed her, the thick mattress soaking up the force and bouncing her back into the air. Kale shucked his shirt while she was still bouncing and she admired the way that the simulated morning sunlight caressed his heavy shoulders and brawny torso. Jamie loved the dark brown of his smooth skin stretched over his bulging muscles. The power displayed there was contained only by his will, and she trusted him to be gentle with her.
Although not TOO gentle, she thought while sliding out of her own shirt. She was slower than him, teasing and making a production out of it. The shirt was yellow to set off her hair, but the bra that she wore beneath it was almost the same bone-white color as her skin. He grinned at the sight of her kneeling on the bed, her hands fisted on her hips and one eyebrow raised in a challenge.
“Well, shug? You know what t’do with this little cowgirl?”
He snorted. “Girl, you’re about to get it.” He clambered onto the bed and she met him halfway. They collapsed onto the mattress together, their lips and hands hungry. Jamie wasn’t sure when he undid her bra, but she was aware of her small, firm breasts tumbling free at some point during the melee. She moaned when he pulled at her nipples, each one diamond hard and the color of red wine in sunlight. She worked feverishly at his belt, trying to get him undone before he simply burst through the cloth that separated them.
As was usual, her efforts were thwarted by his hands popping her belt buckle open with a single sure motion. She moaned when he pushed one hand down between her legs, forcing it into her tight shorts and stroking the slick, hot cleft it found there. Jamie shaved herself bald for him, excited that it felt so good and that he was the only one who would know it. Her strong hips pumped against his hand and he grinned again.
The sensations from his hand spread through her, shocking her over and over with her own nerves, and she lost the ability to focus on his pants. She moaned into his ear, rolling her hips into him again. He chuckled and started sliding her shorts off. Jamie wore shorts almost the whole year ‘round, since her fire kept her warm in the winter. It also made for easier access for Kale and allowed her to show off her sleek legs and thighs. He slid down her long body, taking a moment to tease at her nipples with teeth and tongue. Jamie tilted her head back, her hair a riotous flame as it rippled down onto the sheets. Kale chuckled again, a deep rumble that she could feel as well as hear, and Jamie laughed in abandon.
He moved lower, his mouth and teeth busy on her flat stomach, and he forced her shorts down over her boots and off the bed. He took a moment to sit up on his knees and pull her boots off, slowly peeling them away until she lay naked and defenseless before him.
Kale licked his lips when he stared at her, and she moved her shoulders to give a little shimmy for him. He moved his head down between her legs and she moaned, tilting her head back until it was almost between her shoulder blades.
His tongue was quick, licking around her engorged lips as if uncertain. Jamie smiled, knowing that nothing could be further from the truth. Kale knew just what to do with his tongue. He proved it by making her whole body shiver with nothing but a light touch of mouth to clit. She giggled and he started to suck and nibble at the nub. Jamie moaned loudly, relaxing back into the mattress while he worked. There was nothing like the way he turned her on. Jamie had only had one lover in her life, only one man who was strong enough to be open with her and who she trusted enough to be vulnerable around. He kissed and sucked, his tongue soft on her most sensitive spot, and Jamie yelped.
She put her hands on her breasts, softly massaging and squeezing at them. They weren’t as big as she would like but he had never complained, and at times like this she didn’t care what size they were. They were another source of pleasure for her already writhing body, and she was glad to pull at twist at her nipples. Kale kept at work on the nub that he’d found but at the same time he snuck a finger into her. She moaned again, her hips quivering with the effort that she made to keep from bucking at him. She did buck when his sneaking finger found the sensitive inner tissue, rough and magical. She cried out when he pressed into it, first with one finger and then with two. There was barely room for his fingers and his mouth at once, but he’d had plenty of practice with her.
Soon Jamie was pumping her hips and moaning loudly, her hands still feverish on her breasts and her legs trying not to clamp down on him. He chuckled and moved his mouth away, relying on his thumb and palm to keep on stimulating her. He said, “Gonna make you scream, girl, just getting started.”
She gasped and said, “Oh God, boyo! Please! Yes! Gonna…gonna fuck you SO! So hard! Oh God!”
He chuckled again, his hand still massaging her gently while he leaned down to kiss the tender flesh inside her thighs. She bucked, whining wordlessly through clenched teeth, and he backed off the pressure a little bit. Jamie felt herself moving back away from the climax and she made a frustrated noise. He laughed and unbuckled his pants deftly, one movement with one hand. Jamie writhed slowly, her naked body burning with a different kind of heat than she had displayed during the heist. No one in the world could do this to her but Kale.
His fingers stayed in her, though his motion slowed while he worked to remove his pants and the boxers underneath. Jamie cooed at the sight of his massive cock springing free of confinement, and she grinned as she always did. The sight of it reminded her of the first time she’d seen it, as a nervous virgin who’d never seen one before. The sight of that huge shaft, so hot and dark like the rest of him, had intimidated her and she had been scared to touch it. Now she longed for it to be inside her, and he knew it.
Kale finally divested himself and returned to her body. She said, “Oh, please, Kale…please baby, please come in…oh the cowgirl’s fine, come on in…” The feel of his bare skin on hers drove her crazy, and his wild scent made her even hotter.
He snorted and removed his fingers with a sucking noise, and she whined in disappointment. Kale grinned at the involuntary noise. He dipped his head long enough to slide his tongue up the length of her inflamed lips before kneeling between her widespread legs. He slid the head of his cock down those same lips, making her jump and shudder. The heat of the shaft felt like it was going to burn her and she made a breathless sound of need and encouragement. Kale grinned at the sight of her writhing on the bed before him. So many people speculated on Wildfire and what she would be like in bed, but the sassy superhero only gave herself to one man. He could make her beg and she could do the same to him when the circumstances were right. Today he was the one in charge. He pushed the head of his cock up against her and she gasped loudly.
Kale took a minute to lean over and kiss her nipples, the motion pushing him against her lips again and making her feel as if she was going to explode from need. “Oh Kale…oh Kale baby, I love you, but if you don’ fuck me…right now…I’m gonna arrange for your death…” said Jamie, her voice choppy and breathless with need.
He chuckled and said, “Hate for you to have to do THAT.” He leaned back and guided himself toward her waiting body. Just as he was about to enter her she shifted her hips and he missed. He looked up to see her grinning at him, and an answering grin blossomed on his rough face. “Tease,” he said.
“Hell, boy, you started it.”
He laughed and re-aligned himself, pushing the head in before she could try any more silliness. As he knew she would, her whole body stiffened and she cried out when the head popped inside. Jamie was always amazed at the size of him, at how much he stretched her out each time. She gripped him as tightly as she could and his answering groan made her glad that she’d been doing the exercises she’d found online. For all his teasing, he was just as aroused as she was, and she knew that he wouldn’t last very long. Jamie was glad that he’d taken the time to work on her, because she wasn’t going to last very long either.
Kale groaned deep in the back of his throat when she gripped his shaft, and he felt his hips push forward without his say-so. He just couldn’t get over how tight she was each time, how strong her inner muscles were. Jamie met his groan with her own moaning while he kept sliding in, his strength warring with hers. Finally, he touched bottom, as deep as he could get and she sighed happily. She could feel each vein, every knob and bump of him, and it was her favorite feeling in the world. Being this close to Kale was the best thing she’d ever felt, and the pleasure it brought both of them was just a bonus in her eyes. Kale pulled back and slid in again, picking up speed very slowly.
Jamie bucked her hips to meet him, as enthusiastic a partner as he was. Some girls, she’d heard, were content to just lie there. Not her; she rolled and pumped her hips in an effort to take him as deep as he could go and her constant whines and yelps just added to his arousal. Kale felt her in the roots of his hair, and in all the muscles of his strong body. He could feel her cries through the connection between them, and the vibrations made him grunt in response.
Kale’s movements became sharper, more urgent, and Jamie’s cries increased. She felt the tension inside her build, and when it finally broke she screamed. Her toes curled inward and her strong legs pulled him deeper into her while she spasmed around him, writhing helplessly in the grip of the pleasure that overwhelmed her. She screamed repeatedly, unable to stop herself from giving voice to her bliss. Kale lost control shortly after she started, the contractions around his cock stimulating him until he gripped her hips and sank as deeply as he could go, filling her until his seed spilled onto the sheets around them. “Oh god, Jamie! Oh FUCK!” he cried, his powerful body wracked by spasms.
When they passed he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Jamie wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close and enjoying the heat and the smell of him in her arms. He kissed her neck. “Love you, girl.”
“Love you too, boy.” Jamie sighed and tightened her arms.
He chuckled, sounding sleepy. “Never robbed a bank before. Guess I hit the jackpot.”
Jamie laughed and kissed him. “I’ll have t’remember this next time I wanna stop a robber.”
Outside the door, there was a whole city full of people, who needed their heroes. Here there was cleanup and redressing, inevitable chores. Nevertheless, for right now, she held her man and everything was right with the world.
The End
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Maxwell Avoi is an irregular contributor to the story archives at Fictionmania.com. This is the first story in the Summit Falls series, a series of erotic superhero themed stories. You can find more information about him at his blog: http://maxwellavoi.wordpress.com/
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By Jasmine Dayne
Misty's tongue snaked out to taste the drop of pre-cum resting precariously on the tip of his cock. She sucked it into her mouth and smiled up at him, wrapping her hands around his hard length. "You like this?"
"Shit yeah," David replied, thrusting his hips to return her attention where he wanted it.
She laughed. "So impatient."
"Come on Mis, just suck me already."
She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. Before she could do anything else, David shoved inside, sinking in deep. As her tongue circled the underside of his prick he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and started fucking her face.
"Mmmmm," was all she could manage with a mouth full of cock. Her pussy dampened and she reached between her thighs to rub it. Her fingers danced over her clit and teased the entrance of her tight hole. Cream soaked her fingers and she sucked down harder on David's rod.
"Uhhh…OH!" he shouted and came, sending a torrent of hot cum down her throat.
Misty yanked her head back and a spray of hot white fluid spilled onto her chest and belly. "Damn it, Dave. You could have warned me." The hot desire that had been curled in her turned to anger. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't swallow?"
He tugged up his pants and turned to head into the bathroom. "Sorry, Babe. What can I say? You give great head."
She cursed as he shut the door, leaving her in the middle of the floor, nude and covered in drying cum. "Great. So much for Ladies first."
When he finally reappeared, she stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door. Misty stepped into the shower and turned the water on to full. She soaked the front of her body first, washing away the remnants of the all-too brief sexual encounter. As the hot spray beat down on her high, firm breasts she smiled, cupping the soft swells in her hands. She soaped up, massaging every inch of her long lean body with delicate attention. Her touch brought back the arousal from earlier and she let her fingers slip between her legs to caress her smooth mound, bringing a moan to her lips. Her body came alive as her cunt plumped and her nipples hardened. After rinsing off, she exited the stall and wrapped a towel around her dripping form.
Ready to continue the night, Misty walked into her bedroom. She dropped the towel and prepared to pounce on David. He wasn't the most attentive lover, but he had everything she needed at the moment: a hard cock.
Unfortunately, when she saw him on the bed she realized he couldn't even provide that. He was splayed across her the mattress on his back, mouth open and snoring. His dick hung limp, barely peeking out from the open fly of his pants.
"Fucking wonderful," she muttered. The idea of waking him and begging him to have sex was too humiliating to imagine. She turned to the mirror and peered at her reflection. Twenty-two with long red hair, a cute face and a slamming body. Not something, any man should be falling asleep on. And this wasn't the first time.
David was famous for leaving her unfulfilled, treating her like an inanimate sex toy. As soon as he came, nothing else mattered. "If he's going to act like I'm a hooker I should at least get paid." She giggled at the very idea.
Misty went to the closet to find some pajamas to put on. When she pushed the door open she noticed the garment bag hanging in the front. She unzipped it and looked lovingly at the dress it held. It was stunning, and a well-deserved splurge, considering how hard she worked for the peanuts she earned. The dress was like liquid silver, short and slinky, but draped enough to hint at her curves rather than flaunt them.
An idea came to her. Instead of sitting around all night hoping David would wake up, she could go out and have some fun herself. At least a few drinks would mellow her out a bit. Maybe a quick flirt with a stranger to boost her bruised ego.
She cast an occasional look at David as she dressed. When he let out a particularly loud snort, she pulled out a thong she'd been saving for a special occasion and worked it up her slim, shapely legs. He didn't deserve the barely there black silk. Arranging her hair in a wavy crimson mane around her face, she smiled. Time for some real fun.
Max slugged down another gulp and slammed his glass back onto the bar. It was a shame to treat expensive scotch like that but he had no choice. His dick was hard enough to break rocks and there was no one to shove it in. He scanned the small dark space again, anger rising in his gut. Aside from a brief encounter with a paunchy soccer-mom who'd let him feel her up, his entire week in the city was a bust. Thus, his current situation.
He'd stared at the ad for the escort service for almost an hour before dialing. And when the smooth, officious voice answered he'd considered hanging up. But that damn cock of his was going to explode soon. Jacking off in the shower wasn't enough. He needed something tight, hot and wet around him, even if it meant spending a pile of cash he certainly couldn't put on the expense report.
After emptying his glass, he shook it in the bartender's direction. The man nodded grimly and reached for a bottle.
"Might as well leave that. I'm going to be here a while," Max told him.
"Waiting for someone?"
"Yeah, and she's almost an hour late. I'm fairly certain I've been stood up."
"Sorry man," the bartender answered before turning to serve another sad sack drowning his sorrows.
"Me too." It was just his luck, getting stood up by a prostitute. He started on the new drink while glancing towards the entrance, and almost choked. One of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen walked in the door and lit up the room. She was tall and trim with a glorious fall of red hair and creamy pale skin that shone against the silver of her dress. She looked around the room and headed right towards him, long legs sliding sensuously in strappy heels. This had to be the girl he'd ordered, and she was already worth the wait.
He stood as she approached and grinned. "Hello."
"Hi," she said a cautious smile on her face.
"Have a seat, please." He gestured at the stool next his. She thanked him and perched on it gracefully. When she crossed those long, lithe legs his chest contracted. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Yes, please. White wine?"
"Great." He nodded at the bartender and turned his attention back to the girl. "So…what's your name?"
She opened her mouth to speak and stopped. He was mesmerized by her perfectly pink pouty lips and wondered if her pussy was as gorgeous. Realizing he was staring, he struggled to recover.
"Sorry, are names not allowed?"
"No," she said quietly. "I-I'm Misty."
Of course she was. Not the most creative fake name, but it didn't really matter to him. "Nice to meet you, Misty. I'm Max. I've been waiting for quite a while."
She shook his hand but looked confused. "Oh, well. Sorry to hear that. Are you in a hurry?"
He chuckled. "Not really. Just enthusiastic I suppose."
"Mmhmm." She nodded and took a sip of the wine that had just been placed in front of her.
Not the best conversationalist, but he wasn't paying her to talk. "So, where do we go from here?" He hated to sound so eager, but every movement of her body brought a new, tantalizing glimpse of skin into view and his dick was ready to jump out of his pants and attack her.
She laughed. "Well, it looks like you're a few drinks ahead. Why don't you tell me about yourself while I catch up?"
"Sounds great." He groaned internally. He had nothing interesting to say and no blood left for his brain anyway. He blathered on about nothing for a while as she drank one glass of wine and began another. Max considered that she might be new to the job and need a few drinks to get up her courage.
She laughed at something he said and the motion dipped the top of her dress lower over her quivering breasts. Unable to control himself any longer he reached over and ran his hands up her smooth, toned thigh. She froze for a second before smiling at him shyly. Oh, she was definitely a pro, a real ace at playing the nervous young thing.
Max, finally understanding the game, decided to play along. "I'm sorry to be so forward, but I can't help it. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." His hand continued its journey up her leg, pausing as it reached the short hem of dress.
Misty's breath caught in her throat as the man's hand touched her bare skin. She'd planned to flirt with someone cute but Max was more than she'd dreamed of. He was tall and handsome in a stern way, probably around the same age as her dad, but strong and vital. She liked how confident he was, all but claiming her the second she entered the bar. She also couldn't miss the massive bulge in his pants as they talked. And now he'd made a move and said exactly what she needed to hear. To hell with flirting. She was going to get what her boyfriend had failed to provide and then some.
"It's all right," she breathed. "I like the way you touch me."
"Sweetheart, I'm only just getting started." He smirked and slid his hand beneath her dress, slipping his cool, long fingers between her legs. She uncrossed them to give him space to move and he sighed as he came into contact with the tiny strip of fabric covering her pussy. At his touch she got wet, cream springing from her body as if on cue.
She looked around quickly to make sure no one was paying attention and spread her legs wider. He hooked a finger inside her thong and hissed. "You're so wet. Is that for me?"
"Yes," she whispered and lowered her head. Her hair shielded her face as she watched his hand disappear between her legs. It was so naughty, so wanton. She loved it.
Max dipped the tip of one finger inside her tight hole, pumped twice and pulled back. He raised the digit to his mouth and sucked it, savoring the flavor of her pussy like fine wine. Her chest heaved as she breathed hard, watching. She decided to return the favor and cupped the distended front of his pants, caressing the hot hard flesh beneath.
"Mmm, you're a big boy."
He groaned and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "If you don't stop that I'm going to bend you over and fuck you right here in the bar."
She turned to face him, their mouths less than an inch apart. Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Maybe that's what I want."
His tongue darted out to catch a drop of wine clinging to her lip. "I'd do it too, if we wouldn't both end up in jail."
"Good point," she replied, moving her hand up over his flat stomach to his muscular chest. She could feel the full felt of hair under his shirt and smiled. "Why don't we take this conversation elsewhere?"
"I have a room upstairs," he murmured, absently tossing a pile of bills onto the bar.
Max's hands shook from desire and intoxication that had nothing to do with the amount of booze he'd drunk that evening. This Misty was incredible. Smoking hot and a pretty good actress. The little "strangers in a bar" routine they had going was unbelievably sexy. He took back every negative thought he'd had about hiring her as they rushed from the bar hand-in-hand.
He hustled her into the elevator and pushed the button for his floor. Once the doors closed, he crowded her into a corner and shoved his hands down the front of her dress, scooping her round, pert tits out and tweaking her pink nipples.
She giggled. "Not a shy one, I see."
Instead of speaking he shoved his hips against hers, grinding the painfully hard erection into her. His head dipped down to taste her skin, licking a wet line across her throat, teasing the pulse-point in her neck.
She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around his waist. When he was seconds from fucking her right there the car stopped and dinged to signal his floor. Dragging his hands from her reluctantly, he fumbled to find the room card in his pocket. Max took her small, warm hand in his again and led her to his room.
Once inside he pounced again. He shoved her back into the wall and fell to his knees, pulling the top of her dress down as he went. As it slipped over her flat stomach and her round, slim hips he shuddered, struggling to keep from cumming at just the sight of her. When the tiny thong, barely covering her bald snatch came into view he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You're perfect," he whispered, leaning forward to plant a series of light kisses along the pale skin above her panties.
"You're sweet," she replied, tangling her fingers in his hair. "But uh…"
His mind cleared. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I got carried away."
"Its fine, I just need to…"
"Of course." He stood up and pulled his wallet out of his pocket and then looked at her. "How… um…"
She stared at him. Her face looked confused, but maybe she was embarrassed about how brazen he was being about the money part. It did kind of spoil the mood.
"Uh, I'm going to use the bathroom. Be right back." She stepped away from him and into the smaller room.
He sighed, relieved and pulled a wad of bills out. After counting out the price the agency had quoted, he considered a tip. Should that wait until after? Was that rude? He shook his head and added another hundred dollar bill to the amount he'd set out for her. He placed the money on the table by the door and sat down at the foot of the bed to wait for her.
Misty shut and locked the bathroom door behind her. She peered at her reflection for a moment, reapplied her lipstick and ran her fingers through her hair. Okay, you're in a hotel room with a complete stranger who's already felt you up and was about to pull a condom from his wallet as soon as the door closed, she thought. Definitely not, what she'd had in mind for the evening, but damn. She was only human, and when a sexy man all but drags you off to fuck, your ego is bruised from your shitty boyfriend and your pussy is dying for it, there's only one thing to do. Go along.
Far from being a virgin, she'd still never had anyone react to her so strongly. Max's passion for her was consuming and she was going to ride that wave it wherever it took them. That decision made, she let her dress fall to the floor and walked back into the hotel room in just her thong and heels.
Max waited, sitting on the bed. He'd unbuttoned his shirt and his tie hung along the sides of the opening, framing his firm hairy chest. He gasped as she walked over, hips swinging, breasts swaying.
She climbed up, wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding her damp crotch into his hard one with a smile. "So, Max…"
"It's on the table. You can count it if you want."
Her arms already circling his shoulders, Misty looked back to see what he was talking about. There was a large stack of money on the table. The only other thing there was a vase of flowers and she was pretty sure he wasn't telling her to count the petals.
"I…" she started, unsure what to say. He thought she was a whore. Holy shit. He thought he was paying her for sex. The indignation she'd expected to feel never materialized. Instead, her pussy clenched and more cream slid from her body, soaking her panties through. She pushed down, rubbing her wetness against his cock. What the hell. Her body wasn't insulted, why should her mind be? After planting a soft kiss in the corner of his mouth she smiled. "I trust you, Max."
He grinned and ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She scraped her nails gently down to his stomach, the short wiry hair on his chest caressing her fingers. "Tell me what you want."
"I want to fuck you. And I want you to suck my cock until I cum all over your gorgeous tits."
"Mmm," she murmured. "Sounds wonderful."
Max stood up and turned around, holding her weight like it was nothing. He prodded her to unwind her legs from his waist and tossed her back into the middle of the bed. As she laughed he ripped his clothes off and tossed them across the room, pausing only to pull a condom from his pocket. Naked, he got on the bed and straddled her hips, tearing open the small packet with his teeth.
Misty sat up and pulled it from his mouth. "Let me." She wrapped her small, smooth hand around his thick shaft and jerked it a few times. Using her mouth, she spread the condom over the tip of his cock and slid him into her mouth, unrolling the thin layer of latex as she went. It seemed like a good "pro" trick and judging from the moan Max let out, he agreed.
He pushed her back and spread her legs wide, leaving the thong on but pushing the tiny strip of fabric covering her dripping cunt aside. He pressed his dick at her entrance, marveling at how hot and wet she was, how ready. Pushing inside, he exhaled slowly. She was tight. Wet, but so tight. It took a few shallow strokes to sooth her grasping snatch.
Max leaned down as he slid inside her to the hilt. He licked the tip of each of her pert, pink tits between thrusts, memorizing every corner of her narrow channel. He'd fucked his fair share of women over the years but something about paying for it, knowing he owned that cunt for a few hours was incredibly erotic.
She reached down and rubbed the swollen nub of her clit, letting the sensation of his slow, insistent spearing wash over her. Misty closed her eyes and let everything but their coupling fall away. The scent of her own arousal filled her nose; the tiny patch of wetness where his tongue laved her nipples was cool against her heated skin.
Corkscrewing her hips to pull him deeper, words feel from her lips, uncontrollable. "God, yes. Fuck me. Give me that cock."
He thrust harder, speeding up. His hands held her breasts like the reins of a horse, gripping tightly as he rode her, his cock rigid and powerful.
"Yes! MORE!"
Accepting the challenge, he hooked his hands under her body, tilting her pelvis up to a better angle and started hammering her, deep plunging shoves into her squelching heat. "Fuck. You're so good."
She writhed under him, grinding the tip of her finger into her clit as she felt his cock swell inside her. "YES! NOW!"
"No!" he bellowed, pulling out of her as quickly as possible, the telltale tightening at his base signaling an impending eruption. He clamped down on his glistening rod to delay it and looked down at the beauty beneath him.
"Shit," she muttered, cramming two fingers inside her cunt and humping against them.
The sight was amazing. Max let go and ripped the condom off, shooting streams of milky cum across her tits and belly. Legs and hands shaking he squeezed jet after jet from his cock.
Misty groaned as the deluge hit her body and began cooling on her skin. "Fuck, I need to cum. Make me cum, Max." Her fingers still drove deep inside her body, her hips jumping.
He was disoriented from the force of his orgasm and looked at her blankly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me. Pound me. Show me how whores get it."
"Uh, I don't have another condom."
"Who cares," she shouted. "Just fuck me."
His softening cock hardened immediately. He turned her over and pulled her hips up. Misty's sweet round ass spread open for him, her pretty pussy red and swollen. He shoved back in hard and fast, her velvet walls clinging to his skin, teasing every inch of his cock.
Misty sobbed from the pleasure as she returned to torturing her sensitive clit. All the frustration she'd felt for months disappeared under the relentless pounding her cunt was taking. Max was doing as she asked, taking her as if she meant nothing, was nothing but a wet hole to jack off in. And she loved every jarring stab of it. She lowered her shoulders to the bed and pushed back, meeting every powerful thrust he made. Juices ran down her thighs and his cum hardened as it cooled on her. She cried out as an orgasm rampaged through her body, tensing and releasing every muscle, filling her brain with wave after wave of elation.
"Cum for me, Misty. Now," he ordered.
She obeyed, screaming and flailing as he continued to hammer her. When her convulsions finally stopped, he pulled out again, slowly, caressing the inside of her overloaded cunt with his dick. Misty rolled over and tugged him down next to her. They lay on the bed, barely touching, letting their heart rates return to normal and the sheen of sweat on their skin dry.
Max turned his head to look at her. That stunning sexy hair was wild now, framing her face like a halo of fire. Her chest heaved, making her firm breasts shake. Drops of his cum covered the soft, pale skin of her stomach like tattoos of passion. He stroked his still-erect prick and thought for a moment. "Still up for that blowjob?"
She was about to shake her head but then remembered she was the whore here. He'd paid good money for her services and she wasn't going to disappoint. Sliding down the bed she pulled him over to his side and licked the wide flat tip of his cock. He tasted of her, his cum and faintly of latex. The combination was fantastic and she took him into her mouth, engulfing him until the head rested against the back of her throat.
Misty let saliva pool in her mouth and started bobbing up and down on his rod, slurping and licking and nibbling as she went, using the small sounds from his throat and thrusts if his hips to tell her what he liked. When he let out a hiss that suggested he might cum soon, she removed her mouth, stroking his cock up and down with her hand. She dipped her head lower and tongued his balls, then sucked each soft, tight orb into her mouth, alternative between the two. She jerked his shaft harder and faster as she licked his sac.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" His thrust forward and she shoved his cock back into her mouth just in time. A rush of cum shot from him and she swallowed it down, taking his load into her happily. He shuddered repeatedly, breath catching in his throat.
She felt her pussy moisten again, proud and turned on by causing him so much pleasure.
Max pulled her up next to him. "You're amazing, Misty."
Tonguing a drop of cum that remained on her lip, she smiled. "I aim to please."
"There's no word for how you've made me feel. Um…can you stay the night?"
She wanted to, of course. But it was impossible. "I can't."
His face fell.
"But I'd be happy to see you again soon if you like."
"Oh, I'd like very much. I might need a few days to recover."
"I understand." She considered what she was about to say and knew it was a bad idea, but she didn't care. Sex had never been so wonderful and she wanted more. "I can give you my cell phone number to set up another date."
"Excellent. Next time I want you to ride me. I want to watch your tits bounce while my cock fills your tight twat."
She moaned and looked down. "You don't seem to need as much recovery time as you thought."
He chuckled. "Apparently not…Can I convince you to stay a little while longer? Maybe we can take a shower?"
Misty wrapped her hot fingers around his shaft. "It's your dime, Max."
Three hours later, she returned home with a purse full of hundred dollar bills and a cunt full of Max's cum. Her boyfriend was still fast asleep in bed when she tossed her clothes in the hamper and flopped down, deliciously spent. She'd have to tell Max she wasn't really a whore eventually, but for now, the game was too arousing to let go of.
The End
By Cheri Verset
The dressing room was the only benefit that came with the job. Granted, Percy wasn’t a world-renowned rock star who was showered with red Skittles by enthusiastic promoters. But he expected at least some level of professionalism. As it were, this place was like a retirement home for fading minor celebrities. One of those shitty retirement homes.
The sound system was atrocious, the lighting was subpar and the place struggled to attract half decent patrons. In the week Percy and his band had played here, the bar had never been full. Hell, two days ago they’d had to stop playing long enough for paramedics to carry out a stabbing victim.
But hey, they had a dressing room.
The four members of Devil in an Iron Mask walked into this tiny room. Percy had been with the band since its inception and was the oldest at 37. Man, he was getting too old for this grind. Being a struggling rock star was a young man’s job. What he should do was go back home to Oklahoma and join a wedding band or something.
“Good job, guys,” he told the others.
“Good job? I totally mangled Jingle Bells after the chorus. Couldn’t remember the damn words.”
“You think the crowd noticed?” the bass player asked with a chuckle.
Crowd was an overstatement. There weren’t 10 people in the place, including the staff. At least no one was there to witness the day they had sold their souls. It was Christmas Eve and throughout the week Devil in an Iron Mask, a hard rock band, had played holiday music exclusively, it was in their contract. Percy was fucking depressed.
“I’m going back downstairs,” the singer announced. “This room is way too gloomy.”
“Good idea. Percy, I’ll see you on stage after the intermission.”
Percy, the drummer, lifted his bottle of water in acknowledgment and watched his three friends leave the room. He sat down in a swivel chair in front of the vanity. He gazed outside the window, watching the snowfall slowly over Milwaukee. It looked like Christmas but it just didn’t feel like it.
The door opened once again. The fifth band member walked in. He had an arm around the shoulders of one of the bar’s waitresses.
“Oh shit. I didn’t know you were up here.”
“Where else would I be, Martin?”
“I don’t know, downstairs with the others. Say, you want to leave the room a minute?”
“What? No way, I’m not leaving. I’m on my break.”
“Come on, dude. I got company,” the guitarist said, his eyes sideways at his date.
“I’m staying right here.”
The waitress turned to Martin. “I don’t mind. We’ll just pretend he’s not there.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure, it’ll be like when I was younger and I snuck a guy into my room. I’d tell my sister to pretend to be asleep.”
“Well okay then.”
Martin locked door and went back to the girl. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. Their wide-open mouths worked rhythmically against each other, pausing only to allow their tongues to swash buckle.
Percy turned around in his chair. Yet, he couldn’t escape the situation. The large mirror in front of him offered a perfect view of the couple. He looked on as Martin, 10 years his junior, took off the girl’s polo shirt before tossing it next to the drummer. Percy picked it up and looked at the nametag. Her name was Stacy.
She was wearing a bra but from the cup size, it didn’t look as if she actually needed one. This was confirmed when Martin slid the straps off her shoulders and pushed the brassiere down. Her breasts were little more than bumps. In fact, if she achieved any height it was because of her puffy nipples, which extended at least an inch.
“Suck my titties,” Stacy ordered.
Martin shrugged out of his leather jacket and leaned forward to comply. He began with her left breast, opening his mouth as wide as he could and putting her whole tit inside. She purred against him, running her hands through his long hair.
“God, yes. You do that so much better than the roadies from Foo Fighters.”
As dour as he was, Percy couldn’t stop himself from looking. He saw his buddy go to her other breast. At the same time, he would stroke her naked back and squeeze her ass through her dark pants.
“My turn.”
Martin backed off. He undid his pants and hurriedly pulled them down. His boner bounced up and a look of pure lust overtook Stacy. She licked her lips and narrowed her eyes. She dropped to her knees and without help from her hands she took him into her mouth.
Percy was getting excited and he felt himself stirring. Oh no, not now! Normally, a guy would just rearrange his crotch to accommodate the erection. That wasn’t something Percy could do. He had an exceptionally large cock -- both in length and girth. If he wasn’t naked, it quickly became painful.
“Oh yeah,” Martin whispered. “Take me deep. I wanna feel the back of your throat. Yeah, like that.”
He put his hands behind her head and pushed her down on his shaft. Her mouth was around the base of his cock and he let her back up when he felt her starting to gag. She took a deep breath and repeated the maneuver, taking him as deeply as possible.
She backed out completely, grabbed his sloppy rod with one hand and jacked him quickly. At the same time, she dipped her head and went about licking his balls. She played with his pliable skin, sucking on it, biting on it.
Percy was in pain. He discreetly unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear aside. His monster cock sprung out like a Jack-in-the-Box, making him breathe in relief. He had achieved his maximum length, all 12 inches of it, but he wasn’t yet completely hard. He absentmindedly stroked himself as he witnessed the girl let go of his band mate’s slippery penis.
“Does this make you wet, Stacy?” Martin asked as he pulled her to her feet. “Does sucking my cock get your snatch all juicy for me?”
“Oh yeah, baby. I’m creaming just for you.”
Martin pushed down her pants and underwear at once and as she stepped out of them he began rubbing her pussy up and down. They kissed again while she stood sideways to allow him to play with her honeypot. He pushed his middle finger inside of her, making her moan into his mouth.