Authors: Violet Blue
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Anthologies (Multiple Authors), #Erotica, #Romance, #Contemporary
Sweet Danger (16 page)
Someone finally noticed the third hole I’d cut in the door of Steevi’s stall. One of the guys, apparently less shy than the others, pushed his cock through the hole and Steevi obediently began stroking him off with one hand while she kept another cock hard with her other hand. Her mouth continued to work on the third young stud until he groaned and shot in her mouth.
Steevi looked straight up and swallowed, her eyes wide. Did she know I was watching? Despite the poor resolution of the infrared camera, I could see the glistening on her chin from the faint lights through the window. Her face was covered in come. She was drooling it.
More men crowded into the stalls, waiting their turn to get sucked through the glory hole. Steevi obediently moved from one to the other, using her hands to keep the others hard and ready so she would waste no time when her mouth finally got to them.
I timed several of the men with the clock showing in the bottom right corner of the laptop’s screen and found it was less than three minutes from the moment Steevi’s mouth touched their cockheads to the moment she drew her lips off of them, dribbling semen. They flooded out of the bathroom door and jumped into their cars, the ones who came in groups slapping each other on the back at the free blow job they’d just gotten.
Then I felt my heart in my throat. I looked up to see a pair of black sedans pulling into the rest stop parking lot. At first I panicked—until I realized these weren’t unmarked police cars at all. They were rentals, and the uniformed “cops” inside were supposed to be here.
There were four cops total. They adjusted their belts as they walked past me. One of them nodded. I knew him well, of course—but he still looked mighty intimidating in uniform.
Steevi had almost finished the men in the bathroom—a total of twelve so far. There were two men left waiting to have their cocks sucked. They were too distracted to notice the cops. One of the men stood with Steevi’s mouth wrapped around the base of his shaft, working hungrily; the other with Steevi’s delicate, long-nailed hand stroking him into readiness for her mouth.
She swallowed one man’s load and moved on to the other. The one zipped up and pushed past the cops, nodding to them.
Two “cops” crowded into the vacant stall. One took his place behind the guy getting his cock sucked, waiting for the glory hole. The other unzipped and put his cock through the third glory hole. Steevi reached out and took it, stroking him hard as she finished the cock she was on, swallowing eagerly. The guy pulled back, zipped up, and nervously pushed past the cops, running for the door.
Steevi didn’t even know they were “cops.” But I did, and it made my cock throb even harder than before. In the graypink light of the infrared I could see when she stretched her head back to massage her sore jaw that her eyes were closed.
One cop unzipped and put his hard cock through the vacant glory hole. The other two grabbed the hole and punched it, cracking it wider until it was oblong enough to fit them both at once. Steevi faced four cocks.
She took one cock in each hand and started sucking the first cop’s. He groaned as her lips eagerly worked up and down on his shaft.
It was only a minute before he came. Steevi missed some of his come, dribbling it down her chin and onto her breasts, soaking the thin minidress she wore. She kept reaching behind her to stroke one cop’s dick and turned her attention to the oblong glory hole that offered two.
She went from one cock to the other. One cop reached through the hole and grabbed her hair, guiding his cock into her mouth at the same time as his friend’s. The two of them fucked Steevi’s face at the same time as her hand twisted behind her to keep their fellow cop hard and ready for her.
Both cops shot at once, filling her mouth with their semen as she groaned and gurgled deep in her throat. Semen ran down her chin and soaked her dress. Her hair was matted with it.
She licked them clean; they pulled out, zipped up, and went to wait in their “cruiser.”
Steevi turned to take care of the last cop. Her head bobbed up and down on him, and he reached through the glory hole to hold her face so he could face-fuck her better. Steevi moaned as he pumped her. It wasn’t long before he came in her mouth and she swallowed.
The cop buckled his belt, zipped his pants, and left.
The two cruisers pulled out of the parking lot; no other cars showed up. The cop cars had probably scared them away.
Steevi stayed on her knees, her face against the glory hole, dripping come. I left the laptop on the seat, locked the car, and went inside.
I had to break the latch to force the stall door, but I moved fast enough that I don’t think Steevi was sure it was me. I pushed her over the toilet and she leaned hard on the pipes as I pulled up her short dress and forced her legs open. She lifted her ass in the air as I pulled my rock-hard dick out and shoved it into her.
She was gushing. Juice ran down her legs as I entered her.
I started fucking her, pushing down on her ass to keep her low so I could hit her G-spot just right. I knew how to make her come, and I knew any residual doubts about whether she wanted this would be shattered in her own mind by the explosion of an orgasm. I pushed one hand into her mouth, smearing the streams of semen all over her lips, and grabbed her hair with the other, pulling her head back so she had to lean hard against me as I pounded into her.
She let out a great gasping moan and I felt her cunt contracting around my shaft. She was coming, and she didn’t even try to hide it. She let out great sobs of release as I fucked her, and I knew that now was the time to drive my dominance home.
I pulled out of her cunt and yanked her skirt up higher, moving my cockhead between her cheeks.
“No,” she gasped. “N—no—no!” But she didn’t call out her safeword, didn’t do the one thing she knew, beyond a doubt, would put an end to the scene.
I drove into her hard in one thrust, taking her ass and making her squeal with surprise. I pushed her hard against the toilet pipes, listening to her sob and shudder as I fucked her dry hole.
“Rub your clit,” I growled.
“N—no!” she gasped. “P—please!”
“Rub it!”
She reached between her legs so quickly I knew her protest had just been a resistance to the ultimate humiliation of coming a second time. She began to rub her clit eagerly as I fucked her ass, my hand in the small of her back keeping her steady as I pounded into her. I was fighting not to shoot my load; her incredibly tight ass always made me come so quickly. But I managed to hold off as I took her anally, making her rub herself to the second orgasm I knew she so badly wanted.
“Oh, god,” she sobbed. “Don’t make me—oh!”
Then she came, and the spasms of her asshole around my cock were even stronger than those of her first orgasm. She kept rubbing violently, bringing herself off until I wasn’t sure if she’d come twice more or three times more, one after the other as she did sometimes when she was really, really turned on. It was all I needed to let myself go, pounding my cock into her ass and erupting in a flood of semen deep inside her. I groaned, letting her know that I was going off inside her, and as I did she pushed her ass back against me, demanding my load, and I knew she felt the flood of hot liquid as I injected her with my come.
“Th—thank you,” she whimpered. “Thank you….”
I pulled out, tucked my cock away just like the others. Zipped up and turned to leave the bathroom.
I was already in the car before Steevi followed me, tottering on unsteady legs. Her dress was torn, the neckline opened so I could see one pink nipple hanging out as her white skin shone in the headlights. She swayed on her high heels and came to the side of the car, leaning up against the window, panting.
I reached over and unlocked the door. She stumbled as she pulled it open, leaning hard on the door and tumbling into the seat. I barely got the laptop out of the way.
She curled up in the passenger seat, her face dripping semen, her eyes wide and glazed.
“Thank you,” she whimpered. “Thank you.”
I started the car, put it in reverse, and pulled out of the parking lot.
On the long drive home, Steevi dropped off to sleep, her tit still hanging out, her dress still pulled up and semen running down the backs of her thighs. I pulled over to the side of the road and repositioned her so I could put on her seat belt.
I looked into her sleeping face, slick with other men’s come, her hair matted with it.
It had been hard for me. For every aspect of it that had turned me on, there had been jealousy, rage, confusion. But when it came right down to it, I loved her. And she had begged me, in page after page of her diary, detailing this, her fondest fantasy for more years than she could count.
The diary she had pleaded with me to read, whispering to me that I had permission to do anything—
anything
—she’d written about in it. How could I let her down?
anything
—she’d written about in it. How could I let her down?
Steevi began to snore softly, delicately, as I pulled back onto the interstate and headed for home.
Daddy’s Boy
ELIZABETH COLVIN
“Come on, boy. Come over here and tell Daddy how much you appreciate his hospitality.”
I take the cigar out of my mouth and smile at him.
Lounging in the armchair, I reach down and unzip my leather pants. I pull out my cock and start stroking it. My boy looks at the big, thick shaft of my cock and licks his lips.
Then he goes down on his knees and plants his mouth on the head of my cock. He takes my shaft into his mouth until the head nudges the top of his throat. Then, without hesitating, he swallows, forcing the shaft down his throat without even a hint of a gag reflex. That sends a shudder through my body; I can feel my pussy aching. He starts working on my cock, sucking it like an expert.
I don’t look much like any daddy I’ve ever known. The tight leather pants, big black boots, and Harley Davidson T-shirt could belong to a daddy, sure. But there’s no disguising my broad hips or the way the pants hang so low on them, revealing my flowery tattoos and my navel ring. And I haven’t strapped down my tits, which are big enough to stretch the T-shirt and, even with a sports bra underneath, show my nipples as they get hard in response to the sight and feel of my boy’s mouth on my cock.
But it doesn’t matter, because I’m a daddy; I’ve got the big, thick cock to prove it. Silicone, yes; maybe not as sensitive as a real daddy’s cock. With this daddy’s cock, it’s not just a matter of licking and sucking around the head or teasing the underside of the shaft. Sucking this cock is a lot more work. My boy has to push and work his head around and suck my cock harder, pushing the base of the dildo against my clit to make my pussy throb in response. But I don’t care and my boy doesn’t care, either, because my boy knows I’m his daddy. I’ve got the cock to prove it—and the armchair.
And a boy is exactly what he is, tonight. Torn jeans, so faded they’re almost white, hug his lithe body, showing off the big bulge in his pants, swept to the right and getting bigger as he sucks me. His tight white T-shirt, so tight it’s almost see-through, shows off his perfect chest. He looks like some boy hustler I picked up on the street, offered a place to stay in return for a blow job. The big white athletic shoes are a decidedly adolescent touch.
The whole package makes my pussy so wet I can hardly stand it.
And when he looks up at me with his mouth around my cock, there’s no question that this is my boy, servicing me.
“Come on, boy, suck it better than that. Earn your keep.”
He launches more eagerly into it, his mouth pumping up and down on my cock and forcing it deeper into his throat. He’s obviously a skilled cocksucker; he doesn’t even hesitate when the head of my cock presses against his throat. He just swallows, knowing that’s what I want. I want to feel him take it all the way, feeling it in his belly, just like he will when I put it up his ass.
His eyes turn back up to me and I grin down at him, flicking ash off the end of the cigar. “I think it’s time you sucked a little ass, boy.”
I pull him off of my cock and turn around on the armchair, pulling my leather pants down over my hips. When I’ve got them down around my knees, I bend over, pushing my ass out for him. He leans in and obediently presses his face between my cheeks, his tongue sliding into my ass. I have to stifle a gasp that I know will sound way too feminine, and I barely manage to replace it with a manly grunt as I reach back behind me to grab his hair and push his face more firmly into my ass. His tongue works its way deeper into my asshole. He alternates between teasing the entrance with big long swirls of his tongue and pushing hard into it like he’s fucking me with that limber little organ. I want to reach down and rub my clit; I want to come so bad it’s driving me crazy. But instead of rubbing my clit I reach down and begin to jerk off, stroking my cock, pumping it hard up and down, and that only makes me want to come even more. When I push the dildo down I can feel the base against my clit, almost direct enough to make me come, but not quite. God, I want to fuck him so bad.
I’m so turned on I can hardly speak. But I manage it, barely, working hard to maintain a gruff rumble in my voice instead of a girly squeak. I turn my head and look down at him over my shoulder. He’s beautiful, his mouth planted between my cheeks, licking me. His eyes are turned up toward me, and I look into them as I growl at him.
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