by T West
She dashed back into the cabin and picked up the phone. It only called a handful of numbers, one of which being the resort security.
“There’s something in the woods,” Roxy said, panting. “Something huge, with white shaggy fur. I think – I think it’s a Yeti!”
There was a long, pregnant pause on the other end of the line, followed by a heavy sigh.
“Lady, it’s 8 A.M. How much have you been drinking?” Came the deep voice.
Roxy spluttered indignantly. “I haven’t had a thing to drink!” she said into the receiver, enunciating her words clearly. “There is a snow beast tromping through the forest!”
The security guard clearly did not believe her. He told Roxy to calm down, get some rest, and that he’d be out to look around the area soon – but it would have to be a quick look as a storm was approaching. He advised her to stay in the cabin, though he made sure to emphasize that he was saying this because of the impending storm, and not a rampaging beast.
Roxy hung up the phone angrily and began to pace her cabin. Finally she seized her rifle again and strode outside. She was going to follow those tracks. She couldn’t just sit around.
The tracks went on for ages, and soon enough she had been tromping through the woods for a solid hour. Her feet were beginning to grow cold despite the boots and two layers of socks she was wearing. She finally stopped and leaned against a nearby tree trunk, panting. She squinted further down the trail of tracks and noticed, with a chill, that they seemed to stop.
She thought she heard a rumbling growl echo from above.
Roxy let out a yell and stumbled backwards, rifle flying from her hand. She fell back onto the snow, splayed on her back. She stared up at the tree but couldn’t see anything, just white shapes and shadows.
Her scream echoed through the barren forest as snowflakes fell from the sky. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted back to her cabin, as fast as she could. Maybe going out there alone wasn’t the smartest move.
When she neared the cabin she saw that the front door was open. She stepped up to it cautiously, and peered inside. A feeling of relief washed over her when she saw that a resort security guard was standing in the cabin, his arms folded across his large, muscular chest.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay inside? Because of the snow, of course.” Roxy recognized his voice as being the man she had spoken to on the phone earlier.
“Umm, yeah. But, I swear, I think I saw a... I saw a...”
The black security guard shook his head. “Look, you’re being ridiculous.”
Roxy shut the door and stepped up to the couch, near to where the man was standing. Maybe he was right. She did have a wild imagination, after all. She motioned for him to take a seat on the couch, and felt her nerves dying down. “Cup of tea? I didn’t catch your name.”
“Bruce. Just call me Bruce,” the man said.
Roxy put the kettle on and took a seat next to him. She couldn’t help but scan her eyes up and down the man’s muscular torso, underneath his security shirt and sleeveless puffa jacket. Roxy sure liked uniforms. She felt a tingling sensation travel down her abdomen.
Roxy couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched Bruce’s hand stroke her thigh. His hand went all the way up to the top of her leg, softly caressing her thigh up and down. She didn’t stop him. She looked up, and could sense that the security guard no doubt got lonely this time of year. She let him continue as his hand moved up further, and his fingers lightly brushed her belt.
He’s surprisingly gentle, thought Roxy. In that moment when their eyes met, she knew that this was definitely what she wanted. She was going to have her fun. This was her vacation after all, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself.
Bruce’s big hulking frame cast a shadow across the young woman as he scooted nearer on the couch. He was sure looking for some action. He was the type of guy that liked to shoot from the hip.
Roxy opened her legs, allowing him full access. Bruce wasted little time in rubbing his fingers up and down her crotch, feeling her mound. He undid her belt and delved his hand into her thermal underwear. “You’re so frickin’ ready for this,” he said, while his fingers began to stroke her pussy.
Roxy instinctively reached her hand out and felt Bruce’s muscular pecs through his shirt. She traced her fingers down over his toned abs and down to his trousers, where she readily grabbed at his package. The bulge was phenomenal. Impressed, she felt the rigid length grow even more as she caressed it.
Almost without thinking, she unzipped him and reached into his underwear. Her hand found his cock through his flies and pulled it out through the gap in his boxer shorts. It sprung to attention, a huge black cock, and Roxy was visibly excited as her eyes widened. She licked her lips and bowed her head down, looking at the shiny helmet as the snow fell outside. She glanced up briefly, and could see Bruce’s smiling eyes looking at her, watching her as she continued.
Roxy opened her mouth, and put her soft lips on his big helmet, making Bruce gasp and he encouraged her by petting her head and stroking her soft hair. She began to take him in her mouth, inch by inch, sucking on his tool. She now knew what a real man tasted like, as Bruce’s masculine presence overtook her while she sucked enthusiastically.
She bobbed her head up and down on his knob, pushing him deeper and deeper into her throat. She took it out to gasp for air, and ran her tongue up and down the long shaft, reaching her hand inside his undone trousers to cup his big balls. “Jesus Christ they’re full,” she whispered into the eye of his cock.
“I haven’t unloaded all day, lady.” Said Bruce.
“Well, we’ve still got a long day ahead of us.” Said Roxy.
“Yes we do.” Agreed Bruce as he looked down, enjoying the view.
Leaning on her side, sucking dick, Roxy needed some stimulation of her own, and as Bruce’s hands were out of reach right now, she parted her legs wide, put one of her feet up on the couch arm and reached down. Her fingers delved into her own underwear and expertly began to work herself, just the way she liked it. She pulled her underwear and jeans down, and chucked them to the cabin floor, her top pulled up high as she flicked furiously whilst continuing to suck on the dick in her mouth, her other hand working it.
Her juices began to drip onto the nice couch seat, but Bruce didn’t seem to mind. “You just carry on.”
As Roxy came up for air, Bruce got to his knees before her, his erect cock pressing up against his own abs. Roxy sat back, and with her legs spread wide looked down almost in disbelief as Bruce leveled his face up with her tight pussy. His mouth began to salivate, as he feasted his eyes on the young woman’s flesh. Her snatch looked inviting, fresh and unspoiled, and as he looked up into her eyes Roxy couldn’t wait for what he had in store. He opened his mouth and out slid his long, thick tongue. He darted the tip of his tongue over her clit, flicking it from side to side. With her legs propped up on the man’s broad shoulders, her juices flowed as he licked his way up and down her lips and suckled on her clit intently, before starting to rock his head back and forth, tongue-fucking her.
Roxy gripped Bruce’s hair as her nipples hardened, her breasts pressing up against her bra, bursting to get out. Knowing he was being watched seemed to egg Bruce on further, as he delved his tongue in and out of the cute target.
She glanced out the window, and saw that the snow was falling heavily now. The storm was on its way. “It’s cold outside,” she said.
“But it’s warm in here,” slurped Bruce, his tongue still nestled deep.
Bruce got up, and stood in front of her. She gazed at his undone trousers, and the massive cock that swayed before her. It was throbbing, the blowjob had clearly turned him on greatly, and he proceeded to thrust his huge cock towards Roxy’s eager lips. It menacingly swayed about in front of her face. She knew what was expected of her. She reached out her hand and pulled back the skin. She licked her lips and craned her neck forward whilst Bruce threw his head back and moaned.
She opened her mouth and sucked on the bell-end presented before her. She reached down and grabbed the straining sack, as she moved her head to the side and began to suckle on the underside of the shaft, the veins rippling as his balls tightened.
“That’s it! You know you’re going to have a nice vacation when you stay in Brucey’s resort.”
Roxy gasped into her mouthful of cock. She sucked faster, and she took as much of it in her mouth as she could, gagging on the wide girth and cradling the big smooth balls. She took it out of her mouth and slurped on the head like it was an ice lolly. Glancing outside, she was glad she wasn’t still out there, the heavy snow casting shadows into the cabin as it fell.
As Roxy sucked, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She was startled as a big white thing ran past the window, but she couldn’t be sure.
But she remembered that Bruce had advised her that she was being ridiculous, and she had more important things to deal with right now.
“Carry on, lady. Carry on,” said Bruce. “Keep those lips on it!”
Roxy was no longer lead by her head but rather by her heart. She opened her mouth wider and really sucked hard on his helmet. Opening her gullet and rocking her head back and forth she sucked him excitedly, while Bruce took matters into his own hands and caressed his own balls.
She lapped more quickly, flicking her tongue over his cock head, which only encouraged the man as he took his cock out of her mouth for a moment and slapped the rigid meat up against her face. She gasped, rubbed the big bell over her lips and sucked hard on it once more. She worked the shaft and licked and sucked as she heard him moan above her.
“I’ve got a big load for you, you horny little slut!” Roxy heard the deep voice say, reaching out and squeezing the big grapefruits as they tightened up dramatically. Maybe it was the friction of her quick tongue over his cock-eye, or the fact that he could sense her arousal rising, but it wasn’t long before Bruce’s shaft strained and pulsated with uncontrollable pleasure, as he let out a deep groan. Roxy massaged his tight nuts as he oozed and dripped pre-cum, drizzling it right into her open mouth. Bruce withdrew his knob to stop himself from cumming in her mouth, as she gobbled down the salty pre-seed, hungrily consuming as much of it as she could, while she reached up and milked his throbbing shaft.
Roxy gulped hard and fast as the dick twitched and bobbed.
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”
“I don’t want you to cum in my mouth either,” said Roxy as she swallowed and licked her lips. “I want you to finish somewhere else.”
Bruce sat down next to her, his big dick sticking out from his trousers. He pulled his trousers down along with his boxer shorts. He was now dressed just in the top-half of his uniform, his big boots and socks. Naked from the waist down, his huge erection swayed about in front of him. “You’ve got me nice and ready,” he said. “Now, come and have a seat.”
Roxy’s hand massaged his huge prick as she swung her leg over and straddled him.
“Ok,” she said. She felt his firm hands on her taut buns. He pressed his cock up against her tight snatch, as he ripped off her top and bra, outstretched his tongue and began to lick her stiff nipples. She could feel the tip of his cock driving into her pussy as he lapped keenly at her nipples, making her writhe and moan.
Gripping the back of the couch tightly with both hands, Roxy lowered herself further, her knees digging into the soft cushions. He was eager to be let inside, and she wanted to feel every inch deep. She knew that he could satisfy her so much and give her what she secretly pined for.
She relaxed, giving him full permission, and Bruce raised his ass up off the seat and plunged half his knob up into her. Her walls clenched around his girth and sucked him in further, as he thrust upwards and slid every last inch deep into her. He fucked her, balls-deep, as Roxy started to bounce up and down. He pumped her, driving his powerful hips up and down, sliding in and out of her with his hands on her slim waist, screwing her steadily in the cold light of day.
Roxy looked down and couldn’t believe her eyes. There was this strong, muscular man, shagging her rotten right in the middle of her holiday cabin. Bruce was also loving every second of it, his knob pulsing inside her tunnel. She felt intense pleasure surge through her body, getting penetrated by the huge tool. She shrieked, sounding emotional, taking the rigid length deep inside her bareback, as Bruce’s big balls slapped up against her cheeks. He pummeled her rampantly, grabbing her hips and screwing her hard. He drilled his big frustrated dick into her, his balls tightening, his spunk ready to shoot.
“Oh my God,” moaned Roxy, her thighs clenching and her ass cheeks wobbling. She reached down and worked her clit. “I’m gonna cum!” She panted as she bit her lip.
She felt an amazing rush, from her toes all the way up to the top of her head, as an incredible climax took over, making her body shake with waves of ecstasy. She gushed hard, soaking the couch cushions.
Watching her cum was the finishing touch for Bruce, and his nuts gave one final twitch. He came hard, shooting his thick sperm out in hot blasts, deep into Roxy’s body. He closed his eyes as Roxy opened hers. She could sure see the look of pleasure on his face, as she felt his spunk being sprayed inside her.
Bruce’s sperm did their job and swam, the blind miniscule jizz wagging their little tails. The plucky spooge journeyed on as he let out an amazing sigh of relief. Roxy got off the softening dick, sat back down on the comfy seat and breathed a deep, satisfied sigh.
She looked down at the cream-pie between her legs as it dripped out onto the seat.
From outside the cabin, a big, white shape had appeared at the window, unbeknownst to the pair inside. Maybe they had an audience after all.
One thing was for sure, Roxy was certainly going to enjoy her next few days out here, storm or no storm.
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Bonus Stories …
ASSAULTED BY THE LAW
By
Tess West
T he night air was cool and crisp against the little bits of Officer Morgan’s skin that were actually exposed. The wind raced past him as he powered his motorcycle down the seemingly endless maze of city streets. He edged out every ounce of speed he could without risking some bystander calling the precinct about him. He rode with his visor up, feeling the sting of the brisk air, and though his jaw was set in a hard, grim line, a ghost of a smile flitted about the edges of his mouth.
The roar of the engine was almost deafeningly loud, a pulsing growl that filled the night, bouncing off the old brick warehouses that filled this neighborhood. A flicker of movement caught his eye, and he turned his head slightly. A young woman was lying on the ground and shouting something. A pair of young men were racing away from her, the strap of a purse whipping behind one of the youths as he sprinted.
Morgan revved the throttle and flipped on his siren. The young men rounded the block, but in a flash the cop had caught up with them, swerving onto the sidewalk in front of them to cut them off. Knowing they were caught, they threw down the purse and raised their hands, fear filling their eyes. Morgan flipped down the kickstand and climbed off the bike. In one fluid motion he removed his helmet and set it on the seat, never taking his hard eyes off the thugs for a moment as he walked up to them.
One guy began moaning in despair, a pitiful sight, while the other began mumbling a litany of excuses. Morgan ignored both and stretched, clearly proud of the way his muscles pulled the leather of his jacket tight against him. Without warning he swung, catching the despairing guy right on the jaw and sending him flying into the wall. The other man turned to run but Morgan caught his shirt, and gripping the back of the criminal’s neck, powerfully shoved him face first into the wall. The brutal crunch of a broken nose filled the air.
Morgan turned back to the other man who was half slumped, trying to rise back fully to his feet. The cop sent a kick out to his knee, which sent the man falling back to the ground. A trio of other kicks followed, his steel toe-capped leat
her boots cracking ribs. All hope left the thug and he just curled up in a ball trying to shield himself from the hail of blows. The other man tried throwing a punch himself, but Morgan side-stepped and the blow glanced weakly off the cop’s muscular shoulder. Morgan answered with a torrent of heavy punches to the thug’s gut, which in a flash had him writhing on the ground in pain.
Morgan looked down at the pair, and kicked the purse over to them. “Return it. If you don’t, trust me, I’ll know. And I’ll come looking for you.”
The guy with the broken nose nodded half-heartedly with blood streaming down his face, and rose shakily to his feet, scooping up the purse as he did so. “Aren’t... aren’t you going to arrest us?” He asked as he helped his friend up, who was clutching his side painfully. Morgan didn’t answer him. Together the pair hobbled off, back in the direction of the woman.
