The Woodsman's Baby

by Eddie Cleveland

  He closes his eyes and groans as he rests his hand on my head, guiding me to take more of him in my mouth. My eyes water and I try not to gag on his fat cock as I take him as far into my throat as I can.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, looking down at me, “especially with my cock between your lips.” He grunts and thrusts his dick deeper into my mouth before pulling out completely.

  “Get up,” he stands up and pulls me to my feet. I’m only too happy to do what he wants. I’ve never been this turned on before. I feel like a raw nerve, like if he even breathes on me I might cum.

  He takes off his glasses and lays them on the nightstand beside the bed then reaches into his pants and pulls out his wallet, “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Grabbing a condom.”

  “I’m covered, we don’t need one.” I know I sound desperate, but I don’t care, “I need to feel your cum inside me Gabriel, please cum inside me.” I beg.

  Gabriel doesn’t answer with words, instead he guides me to the edge of the bed and bends me over the side. I expect to feel his cock thrust into me, but am surprised when he slides down to his knees behind me.

  I gasp as I feel his tongue delve into my pussy and lap up my juices. He slides his tongue from my clit all the way back to my asshole and twirls it around there for a moment, giving me an intense sensation that makes me completely freeze. Then he goes back to my clit, burying his face between my ass cheeks, I can feel his nose pressed up against my asshole as he licks and sucks my clit relentlessly. I grab the comforter on the bed and twist it in my hands as his expert tongue drives me to the edge. I knew I couldn’t last long. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, rolling me around under its mighty force so I don’t even know which way is up or down.

  I pant raggedly against the bedspread with my ass still hovering up in the air as my senses begin to return. “Holy fuck,” I manage to sputter.

  “That was nothing,” Gabriel muses. He stands behind me and grips my hips in his hands. I feel him line his cock up to my entrance and thrust inside me forcefully. I moan against the bed as my pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. I’ve never felt this full before. It’s amazing.

  “Fuck you’re tight. I love how my good girl has a tight little pussy,” he holds me tight and fucks me hard. I can feel my ass jiggle against him as he pumps his cock deep into my core. The sting of my earlier spanking has cooled, but I can still feel where he left his marks on my skin.

  I love it.

  I love being marked by him. Owned by him. Fucked by him.

  He spread my ass cheeks and thrusts into me deeper still, I look over my shoulder and see him watching his cock slide inside me. My pussy clenches down as another orgasm rips through me, my muscles bear down and I growl with uncontrolled and feral pleasure.

  Gabriel grabs my hips again and fucks me faster, I can feel his leg muscles tense up as his fingers dig into my flesh. His cum fills me up in spurts until my pussy is dripping with his seed.

  Gabriel pulls out of me and I fall forward onto my bed. He quickly joins me on the mattress and we tangle up in each other’s half naked bodies and try to get our heartbeats and breathing back under control.

  “That was incredible,” I finally find my voice.

  “Mmmm,” he kisses my forehead, “you’re amazing.”

  “Thank you,” I nuzzle up to him, “you’re not too shabby yourself,” I tease. “I’m going to have to kick you out soon though,” I twist my head and look up at him.

  “Kick me out? Why?” I can see the confusion in his eyes.

  “Because if that’s how my beta reading is going to go from now on, I’m gonna need you to go write some more stories,” I laugh.

  “Oh, there’s plenty more of them in your future,” he laughs and pulls me into his chest tight.

  As we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms I can’t help but feel even luckier than the heroines in his books. Those girls usually get the hot guy with the hot body and hot sex. Not every girl gets the guy who can make her cum with only his words and his imagination.

  THE END

  5

  Pole Position

  Chapter 1 - Cord

  “Another one bites the dust,” I raise my beer bottle to the man of the night, Strickland. As our youngest guy on the force, we all kinda treat him like a little brother, so when he told us he was getting married, we threw together a bachelor party for him.

  Strickland looks like he’s struggling to see straight. Of course, all the shots we’ve been pouring down his gullet would knock a horse to its knees. He’s hanging on though, somehow staying conscious. I’m sure we’re gonna need to strap him into a cab later, but hopefully we’ve given him a night to remember. Even if he can’t recall all the details, we’ll be reminding him for quite some time.

  I slug back the last of my beer and thunk the empty bottle down on the tiny counter surrounding the stage. I’ve got front row seats in perv alley. We started the night out classy enough, but you can’t have a bachelor party without a stripper, it’s un-American. So, we dragged him into this place where they set us up real nice once they found out what we were here for. Now I’m sitting with the crowd of guys and the man of the hour at a side stage where we have a dedicated waitress keeping our thirst for liquor under control.

  The manager told us he was setting our group up with his best girl. That was almost twenty minutes ago and we’re still waiting. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t have the highest hopes about what this guy’s ‘best girl’ looks like. It’s not a total dive, I mean, I’ve seen worse, but the aged décor and tired sounding announcer don’t exactly give a VIP vibe.

  As if on cue, the waitress brings another round of drinks over to us, replacing the beer I just downed. At least the service is good.

  “You guys are just so fucking great,” Strickland slurs and throws his arms around me and Bennet as he drops his head forward toward the stage. “Just, like, such great guys. I know I don’t say it enough, man, but you’re the best,” he slobbers.

  “Ahhh, enjoy your night, kid,” Bennet smiles and ruffles his hair. “Once you’ve got that ball and chain around your ankle you won’t be getting out like this anymore,” he teases.

  “No, no, no, Teresa isn’t like that. She’s so cool and so beautiful, she’s just, guys, I mean it, she’s amazing,” he sways in his seat.

  “Sounds like you found the right one then,” I smile. As much as I like to bust the kid’s chops, I’m happy to see him settling down with someone that makes him so starry-eyed and cheesy. A pang twists in my gut as I wonder if I’ll ever be drunkenly professing my love about my wife-to-be.

  Luckily, I don’t have to sit on the idea for too long because my attention is diverted to the stripper. It turns out the manager wasn’t full of shit. If he says this is his best girl, then I believe it.

  Damn.

  My eyes travel over her small frame slowly, lazily taking in her modest breasts pushed up by lacy lingerie. Her body is so toned, I’m surprised to see the definition of muscle in her porcelain thighs. As she gets set up on stage, my beer bottle hovers mid-air as I shamelessly stare. She bends over and grabs a towel from the floor and I let my gaze lick the round curve of her ass like my tongue wants to. I think I might be drooling.

  I’m not the only guy under her spell, all the chatter has stopped dead around this small side stage. Every guy is sitting like a statue, transfixed by her. It’s amazing the power women hold over us. If they only knew the lengths we’d go to for their attention. If they only understood the desperation of our longing.

  She quickly wipes down the pole and tosses the towel aside. With a nod at the guy in the back booth, the music starts and she slowly sways her hips to the tune and finally tracks her sky-blue eyes over the crowd of us.

  Did she just smile at me? I can’t be sure, but I thought I saw her pink lips turn up into a sultry smile as her eyes reached mine. She turned her back on me before I got the chance to really see.

 
Her raven hair is pulled up into a high bun and she pulls the clip holding her hair up out and tosses it, giving her head a shake. Her long, silky hair cascades down over her shoulders shining under the bar lights. I can see she has a bright fire engine red highlighted streak down the side of her hair, but if I’m being honest, her hair is the last thing on my mind right now. As she begins to peel off her outfit, my eyes are glued to her lithe body.

  The music changes and she jumps on the pole, swinging around it effortlessly. The guys begin to whoop and holler as she climbs up the metal and then arches backward, under extreme control, like a Cirque du Soleil performer and then spins back down to the stage with one leg hooked around the pole and her other leg held over her face in some kind of split, while she looks at the floor.

  I shift in my seat as I imagine being with a girl that flexible. It’s best not to think about the details. Last thing I need is to get a fucking chub like some kind of inexperienced newbie while watching a striptease.

  As she eases back down to the stage, she places her palms on the floor lifting both her legs back up into a handstand. I watch in amazement as she claps the cheeks of her ass together in time with the beat.

  Fuck Strickland and his bachelor party, I feel like this is my night, like this is my private show as the crowd around me vanishes from my sight and all I can see is her mesmerizing body twist as she backflips back onto her feet. I feel like I should be giving a standing ovation, but instead I take another swig of beer and watch as she slowly unties her string bottoms. I breathe in sharp over my teeth as she tantalizingly reveals her sweet, trimmed little pussy to me.

  I mean to us.

  I give my head a shake and remember that I’m surrounded by a bunch of other dudes who all probably feel the same way I do. Like she’s watching me. Like she’s performing just for me.

  She’s good.

  Disappointment spills over me as her last song winds down and she begins picking up the bills I didn’t see anyone toss and her outfit from the stage. I hate to see her go, but I could watch that ass walk away forever. I follow her with my eyes, all the way down the hall she disappeared into.

  “If you like her, I’ve got plenty more for you guys!” I swivel my head and see the short, fat and sweaty manager is standing at Bennet’s side. “Lots of girls, plenty for everyone!” He tries to upsell us.

  I need to take a leak. I’m not a young man anymore, I guess. In my twenties, I could drink for a long time without running to the bathroom all the time. Now, at thirty-two, once I break the seal with the first piss of the night, I’m back at the urinal every half hour.

  I make my way past the guys and head down the hall toward the john when I hear a woman yelling.

  “I already said no! I’m not a prostitute, I’m a stripper. Let me go!”

  I squint up at the end of the darkened hall and see one of Strickland’s civilian pals holding onto the girl who just danced for us. She twists from side to side, but he’s got her pinned against the wall.

  Instinctively, I lunge forward, grabbing him with both hands and rip him off her.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” He yells and tries to take a sloppy swing at me. I grab his arm and yank his hand in a twisting motion up between his shoulder blades as he grimaces in pain.

  “The lady told you to back off bud. I think it’s time for you to head home.”

  “Fuck you, she’s just playing hard to get.” He tries to pull his arm back but I lift it higher and his face scrunches. “Okay, okay, don’t break my fucking arm!” He cries.

  “Get outta here, I better not see your ass around the stage when I get back. We don’t need to be hanging around with some kind of rapist wanna be.” I throw his arm back down and he rubs his free hand over it gingerly.

  “Ok man, fuck, don’t be such a douche,” he mutters as he sulkily slinks away.

  “Thank you,” the girl whispers, her large blue eyes locked on mine.

  “Don’t thank me, that guy was way outta line. I’m sorry about him,” I let the tension slide back out of my shoulders as I look at her. She’s wearing a little robe now, barely covering her defined legs, barely covering the beautiful body I just saw. I remind myself to keep my eyes on hers, she’s already dealt with one perv tonight.

  “I’m Scarlett,” she holds out her hand and smiles.

  “Cord MacGregor,” I answer, shaking her hand gently. “Is that your stage name?” I imagine it must be, maybe that’s why she has the red streak in her long hair.

  “No, it’s my real name,” she looks up at me shyly. You wouldn’t think this was the same girl who just ripped off her clothes on a stage in front of strangers only moments ago.

  “You’re with the bachelor party, right? I saw you when I was dancing,” her voice is like honey, thick and sweet.

  She did see me. It wasn’t my imagination.

  “Yep, that’s me. It was pretty hard to notice anything but you,” I murmur.

  I want to wrap my hand in her long hair and kiss her. I want to tear off her little robe and fuck her against the wall right here and right now. My mind gets lost in the drunken fantasy and I realize I’m staring at her without saying anything. However, if she’s uncomfortable, she’s not showing it. Instead, she’s staring right back.

  “Scarlett!” The tension around us shatters as the hallway echoes her name. I turn and see the manager standing at the end with his hands on his hips. “Your damned sister is on the phone again! I’ve told you a million times she can’t be calling you here,” he booms.

  “Oh no! I’ve gotta go,” her eyes grow wide with concern and I step aside. Wasn’t there something I came down here for? My full bladder twinges and reminds me of what I came to do.

  “Mr. Thomas, I think I need to go home,” she runs down the hall toward him. I can hear him angrily answer her as I make my way into the bathroom. My hands are trembling as I pull my cock out to piss. I’ve never felt that kind of… what the hell was that? It was like an electric charge was building between us, just by looking at each other.

  I think I should call it a night too. Besides, there’s no point in sticking around now. It’s not like any of the other girls can hold a candle to Scarlett. I think it’s time to get home and maybe work out some of this tension before I hit the hay.

  Chapter 2 - Scarlett

  I step on the gas pedal and my pathetic Chevy Aveo protests loudly as it struggles to accelerate faster. I’m going to be late.

  Fuck!

  I didn’t mean to sleep in this morning, it’s not my style at all. I’m always up early. Since I took over as my sixteen-year-old sister’s guardian, I’ve gotten up everyday before her and made us breakfast.

  However, two nights ago I had to leave work to pick her up from a sketchy bus stop after she missed the last run of the night. By the time I got home it was late. Then last night, I was burning the candle at both ends studying for my midterm.

  I peer over at the car clock. Damn it, if I’m too late they won’t let me take this exam. Then I’m fucked. I won’t keep my scholarship if I’m flunking. And then this whole house of cards will fall.

  Wee-ohh, wee-ohh!

  Red and blue flashes in my rearview mirror and my chest squeezes tight. Please don’t be for me. Please go around me and find a murderer or a bank robber. There must be people out there committing real crimes, right? There must be bigger fish to fry than a girl racing to get to school.

  The lights flash bright and the car doesn’t go around. Damn it! Why does it feel like I can never catch a break?

  I pull over onto the soft shoulder and throw my car into park. Leaning over, I rustle through the papers in my glove box and find my registration then I pick up my bag and pull out my wallet with my license.

  Sometimes I feel like I’m cursed. When you grow up with a mom who always chose any random dude who would buy her crack-cocaine over her own children, it wasn’t hard to feel like I wasn’t special. Or loved.

  However, she eventually got put behind bars and
I worked my ass off to give my sister and I better lives. It means working a job I don’t like, and staying up studying when everyone else I know is out partying, but I’ve managed to carve out a life for us.

  So why does it always feel like a stack of Jenga blocks that are ready to tumble down?

  I snap back to the present and watch a tall, muscular cop step out of the patrol car and make his way to my window.

  With his hat pulled low on his brow, I can’t see his face, but I have more than enough to soak in with his shredded body. Just his forearms alone are so burly and sexy, I could get off just fantasizing around them.

  I shake my head. Woah, snap out of it! That’s the other downside of holding everything together by a thread. It doesn’t exactly leave a lot of time for a love life. It’s not like I’ve never had a boyfriend, but it’s been a while. I’ve never dated anyone for more than a few months, and I can’t even remember the last time I went on a date. A year ago? No, longer than that.

  A thick finger rapping against my window startles me back to reality. I roll it down, hold out my paperwork and look up at the officer. My mouth drops open.

  “You?” I know my eyes are as wide as saucers, I can’t believe that it’s him. Cord MacGregor. The smoking hot guy who saved me from that lecherous creep the other night is a cop? I didn’t think he could get any hotter, and yet, here we are.

  “Well, well, small world huh?” He muses. My heart skips a beat as his blue eyes twinkle like the sun sparkling off the ocean. Now that he’s in his short-sleeved uniform, I can see a sleeve of tattoos blanketing his thick arms.

  “Where are you heading in such a rush?” His voice is deep and rich, it makes a tingle of excitement ripple through my body as my pussy clenches tight.

  For a minute, I struggle to remember where I was going. I know I was driving, but where? A fog of desire clouds my mind and distorts the details.

  “I, uh, oh I’m on my way to school!” I blurt out the answer that pops up in my brain like a jack-in-the-box.