CHEAP SMUT: Four Erotic Romance Novels (Boxed Set)

by Scott Hildreth

  “Don’t fucking move, Sam. Sit right there, out of fucking sight,” he demanded as he turned away.

  “But…” I began.

  He stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

  “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

  In what was no more than a matter of seconds, but seemed to be an eternity, I sat nervously - hidden by the shrubbery - and waited as I heard a hint of his voice as he was talking to someone. Although he wasn’t within my range of vision, he didn’t sound like he was very far away. Another male voice I didn’t recognize appeared to be talking to him. After a few seconds, the voices became closer, clear, and more distinct. As Otis came around the corner of the entrance another much younger man followed. Shocked, I stood from my seat.

  “Sit the fuck down,” Otis demanded.

  “Dude…” the other man said as we made eye contact.

  Before he had a chance to continue, Otis interrupted him. “Just shut the fuck up for a minute, before I slap the shit out of you.”

  The man, who appeared to be a hipster in his early twenties, stood immediately behind Otis, attempting to peer over his shoulder. As Otis stepped to the side, the tall, thin, bearded youngster stood in apparent shock staring at me.

  “She’s my girlfriend, there’s nothing funny going on, other than we’re a couple of sexual weirdos. All you’re going to do is hold her down,” Otis explained.

  “Otis!” I hissed in a loud whisper.

  He crossed his arms and sighed harshly as he shook his head. “I’m not going to warn you again, Sam.”

  As I gazed beyond him and focused on the tall thin man, the thought of him holding me down while Otis fucked me caused me to writhe where I stood in anticipated pleasure. If anyone could pull it off, Otis could.

  “Dude, I’m not…” the thin hipster began.

  Otis turned to face him.

  “Name’s not Dude, it’s Otis. Do I look like a guy you want to argue with?” Otis asked as he flexed his biceps and flared his chest.

  The thin man shook his head. “Uhhm, no. No, you sure don’t.”

  “Look at it this way. It’ll give you something to tell your buddies about,” Otis paused and turned to face me.

  “Pull your dress up and bend over, Sam. Just like you were a minute ago,” Otis said as he reached for his belt.

  “But I had my dress up on my…” I began to explain.

  He released his belt and glared at me as if I were frustrating him to no end. “Just. Like. You. Were.”

  I turned around and pulled my dress to my shoulders, exposing my entire naked backside to the stranger. Instantly, my pussy began to tingle. The sensation was an entirely new one, and brought a level of pleasure to my mind that was incapable of compare. For the sole purpose of entertainment, I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed my two middle fingers along the length of my dripping wet pussy.

  Half bent over, I turned to the side, exposing my breasts to the stranger. As he gawked in obvious pleasure, I shifted my eyes to his crotch and held my gaze. As the seconds quickly passed, his bulge became more apparent.

  “Look babe. My pussy’s a mess,” I said as I raised my soaked hand, hoping to excite the stranger even more.

  “Go over there and hold her shoulders down,” Otis demanded as he pointed to the far end of the bench from where he stood.

  Still standing a few feet behind Otis, the man began with his best effort to talk his way out of the awkward situation. “I uhhm, I really don’t think she needs me to do…”

  “Tell you what. What’s your name again?” Otis growled.

  “Alan,” the man answered.

  Peering over my shoulder, I was enjoying the show in its entirety. Now standing with a full-fledged hard-on, Alan was obviously uncomfortable. The entire situation to me was nothing short of insanity, but with Otis involved, nothing was out of the realm of possibilities. As my swollen pussy continued to send shock waves up and down my torso, I waited for Otis to respond.

  “Tell you what, Alan. You either go grab her by the shoulders and hold her down on that bench or I’m going to just knock your skinny little ass out right now. How’s that sound?” Otis said flatly.

  “Sounds like I’m going to hold her down,” he said as he pressed the heel of his palm against his crotch.

  As Alan walked in front of me, I straightened my stance slightly, showing him a full view of my perky boobs. As his eyes locked on my chest, I slowly reached for them, fully suspecting Otis to tell me to stop.

  Well, until you say something…

  I grasped my boobs in my hands and began to squeeze them and pinch my nipples as Alan stood and stared. As I heard the clanking sound of Otis’ belt buckle, I turned and glanced over my shoulder. His pants now around his thighs, it was pretty apparent he was as excited as I was. His stiff cock stood at attention, pointing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. As I watched it twitch, I released my right boob, stood more erect, and stuck my first two fingers into my pussy.

  “Turn around, you horny little bitch,” Otis demanded.

  I turned away from Otis, and while still standing half erect, pulled my fingers from my pussy and slid them into my mouth while Alan watched in absolute shock.

  “Now, Alan, you do what I tell you to, and nothing more. You understand?” Otis asked from behind me.

  Alan nodded nervously. “Uhhm yeah. Sure.”

  “You’ll be fine,” I whispered.

  “Bend over Sam,” Otis said.

  I bent over the bench and pressed my tits onto the now very cool concrete. It wasn’t quite dark outside, but it was getting closer and closer with each passing minute. The sun had already set, and although there wasn’t any need for additional lighting to see, it was clearly almost dusk.

  As Otis spread my ass cheeks and slid his fat cock into my sopping wet pussy, I gripped the edges of the concrete slab beneath me.

  “Grab her shoulders and hold her down,” Otis demanded.

  Alan placed his hands against my shoulders lightly. The mere touch of his hands against my skin while Otis fucked me was enough to send me over the edge, but I wanted more. The thought of him holding me against my will was even more exciting. To test my theory, I raised my chest from the bench and began to turn my shoulders toward Otis.

  “God damn it,” Otis bellowed as he released one of his hands from my hips.

  “Hold her down!” he shouted.

  Alan’s hands pressed against my shoulders. I resisted considerably, and he pressed harder – forcing my breasts flat against the bench. As Otis continued to pound himself into me, I glanced up at Alan’s stiff cock and stared. I didn’t want Alan to play a part in what we doing from a sexual standpoint, but knowing he was just some stranger - and that he was not only watching Otis fuck me - but participating in it…

  My tingling pussy stuffed full of Otis’ swollen dick, his hips slapping a rhythmic beat against my ass, the lingering aroma of the flowers, being fucked in public, and Alan’s hands against my shoulders were simply too much. My entire body began to tingle, from my ever-so-dripping pussy to my nipples and back, I trembled like I had been left naked in a snow drift.

  My pussy began to clench around Otis’ cock. I bit into my lip, and after a few seconds, began to release an orgasm from the absolute depth of whatever hell the big one’s come from. I released my lip and moaned like a wolf howling at the moon.

  “You noisy little bitch. Let her go, Alan,” Otis hollered.

  “Turn around Sam,” Otis demanded.

  Oh well, fuck it.

  As Alan released my shoulders, I stood from the bench, pulled my dress from my shoulders, and tossed it into the grass beside the bench. As a few distant voices added to the excitement of it all, I waited for my instructions.

  “Knees,” Otis said as he pointed at the ground in front of him.

  I lowered myself to the ground and began to squeeze my tits in my hands.

  “Grab her head and force her to suck my cock,” Otis bellowed.

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nbsp; Fuck yes. I love it.

  “I uhhm, I…” Alan stammered.

  “Grab her fucking head and shove my cock down her throat,” Otis growled as he stood in front of me stroking his shiny stiff cock.

  As I felt Alan’s hands against the back of my head, I resisted, pushing with all my might against him. This, over and above all, excited me greatly. The thought of a stranger making me suck Otis cock was beyond sensual. A word to describe what I felt in anticipation of what was going to happen hadn’t even been invented yet.

  As Alan’s hands pressed against the back of my head, I glanced upward toward Otis. He gazed down at me, grinned, and interlocked his fingers. I opened my mouth further as he raised his arms and positioned his hands behind his head, arching his back as he did so. Still wanting to resist, but with his twitching cock now forced into my face, I leaned forward slightly. I desperately wanted Otis’ cock in my mouth. As he pushed forward, forcing the tip past my lips, I eagerly accepted it into my wet mouth. To make the situation work out to both Otis’ and my advantage, I pushed myself, swallowing almost every inch of his length, held it for a few seconds, and pulled my head back quickly, falsely gasping for air as I did so.

  As soon as my mouth released the tip of his cock, I glanced upward, knowing full well he’d take care of Alan.

  “God damn you, Alan. Make her deep throat my cock. You fuck this up, and I’ll beat you senseless,” Otis barked.

  Voices along the path became more and more distinct. As they became close enough to understand what they were saying, Alan’s hand grabbed my hair and began forcing me onto Otis cock like a jackhammer.

  Truly gagging and coughing slobber from my mouth as Alan shoved my throat full of cock, my eyes began to water. As slobber dripped from my mouth and along the shaft of Otis’ dick, I reached up and cupped his soaked balls in my hand.

  As I rubbed and played with his slippery balls, I closed my eyes and became lost in the smell, sounds of voices, and Alan’s incessant slamming of my head onto Otis’ cock. With his cock deep in my throat, I felt as if I was going to either puke or die from lack of oxygen. I released his balls and slapped my hands against his thighs, hoping for a little relief.

  As I prepared to pass out, Otis pulled his cock from my mouth. I gasped for air and opened my eyes at the same time Otis barked out his final order.

  “Hold her head still,” he grunted as he stroked his fat cock.

  Within a matter of seconds, much to my complete satisfaction, Otis began to cum all over my face, tits, stomach, and mouth. As the warm cum droplets landed against my face, I reached for my pussy, moaning with pleasure. When he finally stopped ejaculating and stood still, I moaned a moan of newfound pleasure. With my fingers knuckle deep in my pussy, I extended my tongue and licked what cum from my face I was able to reach.

  Otis chuckled. “Thanks for your help.”

  “Sorry about the threats. It just kind of added to the excitement,” Otis explained as he pulled his pants up.

  I stood and took the few steps to my dress. After picking it up from the grass, I turned the inside of it outward and wiped the cum from my face. As Alan quietly walked away shaking his head, I got dressed and turned toward Otis.

  “Enjoy yourself?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Best fucking date ever,” I responded, grinning from ear to ear.

  He nodded his head as he buckled his belt. “Feel the same way.”

  And, as fucked up as most people would see it, and as few would believe it if ever told the story, the sexual adventures of our night were absolutely perfect.

  And I couldn’t wait to see what Otis dreamed up for our next date.

  OTIS

  The exposure of Gunner as an ATF agent left me feeling as if the club needed to remain as it was from a membership standpoint, and never add anyone else. Knowing that was not only impossible, but certainly not in the club’s interest, I tried to wrap my mind around a better process of accepting prospects into the club.

  Cash had prospected for a year, and although I vouched for him to be accepted as a prospect, adding him to the ranks of Sinners seemed risky and potentially threatening. For the last year, I had supported Cash, his foolish behavior, and his childish antics. His constant discussions with outsiders regarding club business - often bragging about what was done and who was involved - had caused several meetings to be held between Axton and me regarding a means of forcing him to adhere to the code of silence.

  His patch in party was being held, and for lack of a better place to have a pig roast, the club voted to have the party at Cash’s home in the country and not at Tater’s farm as usual. The home Cash lived in had several acres of grass behind the home, and no farm animals. Tater’s home was an actual farm, and had livestock close to the home, making the smell of livestock – especially his pigs – a part of the party.

  Mentally struggling with adding anyone to the club, I dismissed my thoughts as nervous inconsistencies based on Gunner’s not having refused to testify to the Federal Grand Jury yet. His lack of adhering to his end of the agreement had me on edge and worried about the potential incarceration of not only me, but of every member of the club. As I sat on my bike contemplating what to do regarding Gunner, Sam walked out of the house and onto the porch.

  Dressed in jeans, Converse sneakers, and a short sleeved button down Harley-Davidson shirt, she looked adorable as she twisted her hair into a ponytail.

  “Ready,” she hollered as she released her ponytail.

  “Well get on,” I said sarcastically as I pressed the start button.

  After she was secure on the back of the bike and had her glasses on, I sped out of the driveway and down the winding road that led from her neighborhood. The ride from Wichita to Winfield typically took forty minutes, and although I had no real recollection of the trip from her mother’s house to Cash’s, our arrival at 7:00 indicated I had made the trip in a little less than thirty minutes.

  Bikes were parked in front of the garage, beside the driveway on both sides, and throughout the entire front yard. Counting them would have been impossible, but an educated guess would have been close to sixty motorcycles and several cages. As I slowly rolled into the driveway, cautious of the bikes parked on either side, I was a little embarrassed of my late arrival and the way I was feeling about adding Cash to the club.

  “There’s a lot of people here. Wow,” Sam said as we came to a stop in the drive.

  As I positioned the bike beside one I didn’t recognize, I began once again to feel uneasy about the event. Being nervous about anything wasn’t typical for me, and considering everything about the night was making me feel ill, my soul searching for what was in the club’s best interest simply made matters worse.

  “Well, let’s go back there and mingle,” I said as I swung the kickstand into place.

  “Are we late?” she asked as she stepped off the back of the bike.

  “Kind of,” I said as I locked the ignition of the bike.

  “Should have got here at 6:00 with everyone else, patch in’s at 7:00,” I said flatly.

  “You didn’t get to my house until 6:30. That’s what time you said to be ready,” she said.

  “I know, Sam. I know. I’m not feeling this,” I said as we slowly walked up the drive.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  I glanced over my shoulder and studied her as we walked. I loved her dearly, and the thought of losing her again was incomprehensible. My position on life, the club, being in a relationship, and being in love had changed in the last month and I felt I needed to do whatever was within my power to preserve the things I loved and held sacred. Keeping the club from harm was my top priority, and doing so also kept Sam and me safe and in a solid relationship.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing’s wrong. There’s going to be a hundred or so people back here. It might be a little overwhelming. I’ll apologize in advance, but I’m going to be tied up with the fellas until the patch in is over. Just mingle with
Syd and Avery for a bit, okay?”

  She smiled and nodded her head. “Okay.”

  As we came around the back side of the house, it was clear the party was well underway. The sheer size of the crowd was staggering. The music blaring the unmistakable beats of the Black Keys, kegs of beer in trash cans scattered about, several long tables surrounded by folding chairs - mostly occupied by Ol’ Ladies - and more cuts than I could count wandering about added to my level of frustration.

  “God damn, the VP made it,” Axton hollered over his shoulder from the circle of men surrounding him.

  Several of the Ol’ Ladies, including Sydney, Avery - and to my surprise - Biscuit’s newfound playmate Kat, were gathered at the corner of the garage.

  “Sam!” Sydney shouted from behind us.

  Sam glanced in my direction and held her gaze as she waited for my instructions on what she should do.

  “Just go have fun. I’ll be a while with this deal. I’ll find you in a bit, okay?” I said.

  “Love you,” she said with a smile.

  “Same, Sam. Love you too,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her lightly.

  “Oh wow. I didn’t know we could kiss at these things,” she said.

  I rolled my eyes and tossed my head toward the girls. “Go.”

  I turned around and walked toward Axton, who was surrounded by Biscuit, Toad, and a few other men who were wearing cuts that I didn’t immediately recognize. As I approached, Axton stepped back and opened his arms.

  “Better late than not at all,” he said as he slapped his hand against my back.

  “Knock you off a piece of ass in the produce aisle at the grocery store?” Biscuit chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me.

  I slapped my hand against his back and shook my head. “No, just running late, Brother.”

  As I hugged Toad, he whispered into my ear. “Everything alright, Brother?”

  I broke the hug and nodded my head. “I’m good.”

  But I wasn’t.

  “Otis, need you to meet a few fellas from the Fire and Iron MC. Big fucker here’s Doc. Doc, this is our VP, Otis,” Axton said as he pointed to a man wearing a cut who stood beside him.