Smokey

After passing eighteen of her twenty get to know me questions, we sat around and shot the shit for an hour and a half. As much as I normally hated the question-answer bullshit, I enjoyed our talk immensely. Then, about the time I was ready to call it a night and ride off into the sunset, she reminded me of my earlier offer to fuck her.

I’d never been one to deny a woman of her carnal desires, and I wasn’t about to start with Sandy.

We’d been fucking on and off for over an hour, and she’d reached a point that she could barely stand. Naked, and leaning against the kitchen island with a bottle of water in her hand, she gazed down at the floor and struggled to catch her breath.

Standing on the other side of the counter, I admired her body, long blonde hair, and ability to take a stiff cock like a paid professional. Most women would have begged me to stop after thirty minutes. Her willingness – and ability – to go an hour without complaint was pretty god damned impressive.

After several short choppy breaths, she looked up. “So…is this…what you…do?”

“No,” I said matter-of-factly, struggling to keep a straight face. “I normally don’t take breaks. But you looked like you were gonna have a fucking heart attack.”

She coughed out a laugh. “No…I meant…” She paused, looked at the ceiling, and then met my gaze. “Jesus…I can’t…I meant…the fucking. Is this normal?”

Typically, I didn’t get confused about anything, but she was doing a good job of changing that.

I looked her up one side and down the other. “What in the fuck are you talking about?”

“Do you always fuck like this?”

I wrinkled my nose and stared. “Like what?”

She shrugged. “Hard?”

“I only fuck one way.” I said. “If you don’t like it...”

“No.” She grinned. “I like it. A lot.”

I’d given her every inch of dick I owned, and I’d given it to her pretty good. If she was smiling afterward, we were far from done. I needed her to fully understand just what it was that I’d expect of her if she decided to give me another whirl sometime.

“Good.” I stepped back and stroked my cock a few times. “You ready?”

Her eyes fell to my crotch, stared for a moment, and then raised slowly. “For?”

I thought I’d made myself clear. Obviously not. I shook my head in disbelief and chuckled out a light laugh. “To start fucking again, what else?”

“Is this…” She set the bottle of water on the counter. “Is this a one-night stand?”

“I think you’re cool as fuck. But, I already told you, I don’t do relationships,” I said with a slight shrug. “Whether we see each other again or not depends on you, not me.”

She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying it. Her quick-witted personality only added to her attractiveness. If I was going to be in a relationship, she was the type of girl I would want to be with, but doing so – at least now – wasn’t an option.

And, by the time I was ready, she’d be like all the rest.

Long gone.

“I’m getting bored,” she said. “Are you going to fuck me or stand there with your cock in your hand?”

If nothing else, she was eager. I liked that she had enough confidence to talk shit, too. Her willingness to do everything I’d asked of her was impressive, but I needed to make sure she didn’t like me.

She could like fucking me, but that’s where the attraction needed to stop.

Determined to find her breaking point, I gestured toward her living room. “C’mon, smart ass. I’m losing my wood.”

She walked past me and into the living room, then paused.

Standing fifteen feet or so in front of me, and naked as fuck, she turned toward me and grinned. Her olive-colored skin, athletic body, and cute as hell face were enough to make any man want to fuck her.

Compelled to admire her perfect body, I stood and stared for a moment. She batted her eyelashes, squeezed her boobs together with her biceps, and smiled. The gesture drew me to her like a sexual vacuum.

My twitching cock reminded me to stop admiring and start fucking.

Her eyes fell to my crotch. “Oh. Wow.”

I wanted her to hate me, so I responded in a typical Smokey-ism. “Bend over the couch and finger your twat.”

I wasn’t naturally a prick. To be honest, I had to try pretty hard to accomplish the task. Having her finger her twat wasn’t something I wanted her to do, or anything that I particularly wanted to see. I told her to do it to make her think I was an asshole.

Having her feel that way about me would keep her at arm’s length and preserve my relationship with my daughter.

She didn’t argue or ask questions, she simply smiled, bent over, and stuck her finger in her sexy bald pussy. It was becoming painfully obvious if I wasn’t a single father, that she’d make the short list of women that I was attracted to.

Bent over with her chest flat against the couch, she fingered her pussy with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. Instantly, I went from not wanting to see it to becoming immersed in the sight.

After fingering herself into an audible lather, she added another finger.

It may have been her moaning that excited me initially, but watching her finger-bang herself with two delicate digits while she whacked away at her swollen clit with her other hand had my cock bouncing up and down like it used to in my teen years.

Her moans of pleasure combined with the sight of her picture-perfect pussy were too much. I tore my eyes away from her beautiful display of self-pleasure, and cleared my throat.

“Turn around and suck my cock,” I said with a tone of authority.

In my tenure as a biker, I’d been with all types. The willing, the not so willing, the talented, and the turds. I’d fucked the experienced, and given a little dick to a handful of virgins. Across the board, it was a fifty-fifty mix of those who were eager to suck a cock, and those who weren’t.

She stood, turned around, and dropped to her knees like a giraffe that’d been shot with a tranquilizer dart.

I guided my cock into her open mouth. “Impress me.”

And, impress me she did. Without hesitation, she took half my cock into her mouth. My eyes went wide at the sight of it. Half of it was equal to most men’s entire shaft.

With her mouth stretched wide, and her tongue pressed against the bottom side of my cock, she paused, looked up at me, and winked.

So far, the night had been limited to me fucking her doggy style in front of the couch, her riding my cock while I played with her tits, and me spending a few minutes with my cock between her massive jugs.

This was her chance to shine.

And so far, she was doing just that. If nothing else, I’d give her a point for the wink.

She forced my cock into the back of her throat, gagged until her eyes watered, and then pulled her mouth free. After giving the head of my dick a glare that would have scared most young children to tears, she licked a dangling droplet from the tip, and then attacked it like a wolf going after a dying sheep.

Her head bobbed like it was on a swivel. Drool ran down her chin and onto my nuts with each attempt at shoving it down her throat. I watched her until I was afraid I was going to blow a nut down her warm and willing throat, and then I pressed my hand against her forehead.

I couldn’t take it any longer. She was far too good at giving head, and I wasn’t about to have her feel like she’d outfucked me.

But it was pretty fucking obvious she could.

In fact, it was quite possible I’d found me a ringer.

“Time to switch it up.” I pulled my cock from her mouth. “Bend over the couch.”

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “You didn’t like it?”

She sucked a cock like she’d invented the art. I wasn’t about to tell her, though. Mentally, I added another point for her eager attitude.

“It was alright,” I lied. I motioned toward the couch. “Bend over.”

Upon hearing my request, she bent over the front of the couch and hiked her ass high in the air.

Her little swollen puss was as pretty as any I’d ever seen. Glistening from her juices, and opened up like a Valentine’s Day rose, it was begging for me to enjoy it.

I guided the tip of my stiff dick toward her slit, parted her wet lips, and then pushed half my length inside of her in one heavy shove.

The air shot from her lungs like a ball from a civil war cannon.

Her pussy felt like heaven. I could easily get lost in fucking her, but I wasn’t about to allow myself to do so, or tell her how much I enjoyed it.

“Put your chest down flat on the couch,” I said in a demanding tone.

She gulped a breath and complied.

I gave a mental nod of appreciation, and then kicked my foot against the inside arch of her feet. “Spread em wide.”

Again, she complied.

With her legs spread wide, she stood there with a twat filled with cock and her chest plastered to the edge of the couch cushion.

I lifted my right leg, planted my heel against the back of the couch, and pushed forward with my hips. The maneuver extended my leg until it was almost straight, and in turn, shoved what little cock I had left deep inside her.

She let out a moan like she was being impaled.

In most respects, she was.

I gazed down between the cheeks of her little round ass. My cock was so deep in her that my balls were smashed into her wet folds.

Fucking her was different than what I’d become accustomed to. Even after telling her that I wouldn’t be willing to entertain a relationship with her, she had agreed to have sex. Most women who did the same thing were worried about one thing and one thing only.

Getting off.

She, on the other hand, had already experienced no less than half a dozen orgasms, and seemed to be more interested in getting me off than anything else.

“That’s every inch of dick I own,” I announced. I twisted my left foot back and forth in the carpet, made sure I was on stable ground, and then slid my thumb between her ass cheeks.

I cleared my throat. “You ready to fuck a little bit?”

A muffled grunt came from the couch cushions.

I planned on fucking her a lot, but I wasn’t going to get caught up in lexical semantics.

I slowly pulled the entire length of my cock from inside of her, enjoying watching it slide free of her tight cunt. As the tip cleared her pussy lips, she let out a sigh.

My glistening cock danced between her ass cheeks.

I grinned and gave a slight nod, reassuring myself I was ready for action. After sliding my thumb along her ass crack and pressing it deep into her wet twat, I grabbed my juice-covered shaft in my other hand.

After a few deep pumps of my thumb into her pussy, I pulled it out and slowly pushed it inside her tight ass.

Her body heaved up and down as she took a breath and then exhaled.

I guided my cock between her legs, and upon entering her warmth, shoved it balls deep.

She moaned in pleasure, and then grunted when it bottomed out, but not one time did she bitch or complain. After twenty solid minutes of a consecutive thumb and pussy fucking, and I was so fucking excited about her tight little twat that I was on the verge of blowing my nut.

But, I needed her tight little pussy first.

I pulled my thumb from her ass, grabbed her hips firmly in my hands, and continued my balls-deep assault of her glorious little cunt.

The sound of my hips slapping against her tight ass wasn’t enough to drown out her moans of pleasure. Hearing her express the satisfaction I provided was music to my ears.

My balls tightened, warning me of their need to release.

I pushed her forward, pulled my cock from inside of her, and lifted my right foot from the couch.

I clenched my cock in my fist. “On your knees.”

She dropped to her knees in front of me and opened her mouth.

I stroked my cock a few times and arched my back. I didn’t need to see what was happening, I’d watched myself come on the faces of countless club whores and groupies. As I fisted my cock like an 80’s porn star, I felt my balls pulse repeatedly, draining me of my sacred juice.

After groaning out a satisfying war cry, I looked down, eager to see my accomplishment.

Not a trace of cum was to be found.

Mystified, I stared at her with my mouth agape. If asked, I would have claimed I’d shot an award-winning load onto her mug.

She stood, almost falling in the process. I steadied her and then stared in amazement.

I gave her three points for the disappearing cum trick. Any girl that could eat that much cum was a trooper.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stretched her neck from side to side. “Are you done?”

“Yep,” I said. “The show’s over.”

“Okay.” She motioned toward the door. “You can leave now.”

My eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

“This is my house. You don’t do relationships, and we’re done fucking. So, there’s not much left for us to do.” She waved her hand back and forth like she was a mechanical mannequin at the entrance of a carnival. “Bye.”

I chuckled at her strength. I wouldn’t have guessed it. At least not initially.

“You’re kicking me out?”

“I’m kindly asking you to leave. You’re a great lay, for what it’s worth. I came really hard that time. Thank you. You’ve got a nice cock, by the way.”

As she cleaned up, I got dressed and laced up my boots. At the instant she walked out of the bathroom, I pulled on my kutte.

Still quite shocked at what had happened, I grinned, waved, and sauntered toward the door. Halfway there, I turned around.

“We gonna see each other again?”

“Maybe,” she said. “I’ll let you know.”

I admired her independent strength, eager attitude, gorgeous smile, and ability to understand my awkward needs. I hated that I had to be the way I was, but there was just no other way for me to protect the love of my life.

Eddie.