by Jessie Cooke
“Oh Fuck, Catalina…I’m not so sure you should be doing that while I’m driving.” He wasn’t sure, but his hand was resting on the back of my head as it bobbed up and down and his cock was growing and hardening rapidly.
I let my tongue work its way up and down his shaft as I sucked, and each time I circled it over the tip before beginning my journey all over again. He was still driving, but his moans were getting more urgent and he had my hair wadded up into a fist at that point. I slipped my head back as far as I could and sucked on him hard while I looked up at his face. The ecstasy I saw there drove me to work even harder, greedily gobbling him back down to the base. His tip hit the back of my throat and he let out another hot moan. I began bobbing up and down again, letting the tip slide in and out of my throat. He was pulling hard on my head and suddenly I felt the truck pull off the side of the road and he killed the engine, stretched out his long legs and threw his head back into the seat.
“Fuck, that’s amazing.” As soon as he’d stopped I knew what was coming. I worked faster, stroking his balls with my fingers as I sucked. I felt his hips come up off the seat and his hand push down hard on my head as his cock swelled in my mouth. “Oh Jesus, Catalina. I’m coming.” He tried to pull my head up off him but I clamped down even harder with my lips. He groaned one last time and then he released his hot come into my mouth. I’d never done that before…but the sounds he was making made it worth it.
When he finally relaxed I pulled my head up and he immediately brought me to his lips. He kissed me hard and passionately and once again, I didn’t want it to end. He was like Meth. One hit and you were hooked. When he finished kissing me he looked into my eyes and said, “That was amazing. Let me do something for you.” His hands were reaching for my pants and I have to admit, I was tempted. But I resisted…it took everything in me…and I said,
“When we get to Vegas.”
He grinned and kissed me again, and then he put the truck into drive and we hauled ass the rest of the way.
We drove into Vegas and for a second it captured my attention away from him. I’d never seen anything like it. The buildings weren’t just tall like in the city, each one had a theme and they were different shapes and sizes and colors. The sun was just coming up and the flashing neon signs lit up the dark sky with brilliant colors. It was almost overwhelming and as I took it all in, I caught Conan looking at me with a smile on his face.
“What are you grinning about?”
“You’re cute. You look like a little kid who is seeing Disneyworld for the first time.”
“I’ve never seen Disneyworld either,” I told him. “But yeah, this is pretty cool.”
“We’ll get a room first and clean up and get a little sleep and then we’ll get you some clothes before you go meet your dad.”
“You’re not buying me clothes. These are fine.”
“You’re not going to meet your politician father in Nevada in a Dallas Cowboy’s shirt,” he said with a grin. “You can pay me back someday.”
“Conan…you’ve done more than enough.”
“I want to do more. So there,” he said, like a giant four-year-old. I rolled my eyes, but my heart grew a little bigger. This guy is too much. He pulled the truck into a circular drive in front of a huge, fancy resort hotel.
“Vegas doesn’t have any Motel 6’s or what?”
“I’m sure they have some. I’m exhausted and I’m not looking for a cheap hotel. We’ll stay here. You’ll love it.”
I just raised an eyebrow at him and after he gave the valet his keys and grabbed his bag, I followed him inside. The place was unbelievable. As soon as you walked in there was the lobby to the right and a path in front of us flanked by dark green, lush plants, a little wooden bridge and a waterfall…inside. “What is this place?” I asked him as I followed him to the lobby.
“The Mirage,” he said. “It’s my favorite hotel. They have a family of white tigers that live here. You’ll have to make time to see them.” He stepped up between the ropes that led to the check-in desk. Behind that was a floor to ceiling fish tank filled with exotic fish…I even saw a hammerhead shark. It was incredible. Before it was his turn he looked at me and even after the blow job he just had to be polite. He said, “One room or two?”
I didn’t hesitate. “One,” I said. He smiled. I was glad it made him happy. Personally, I couldn’t wait to get him into that room and rip his clothes off. I usually wasn’t such a pervert, but he exuded sex and after that prelude, my only pair of panties and jeans were soaked through.
9
Conan
I’d spent the past thousand or so miles imagining what I wanted to do to the little Latina spitfire, but I was honestly surprised when she gave me an impromptu blow job. I’ve had lots of them, but that was my first one while I was driving. It was so fucking hot to look down into my lap and see her dark head bobbing up and down on me. I paid for a room for two days and on our way up to find it, I saw one of the boutiques was just opening. I took her arm and steered her inside.
“Buy what you need,” I told her. She rolled her eyes at me again and then proceeded to try to pick out the cheapest things possible. She picked up a bra and panties that looked like something my grandmother would wear. I took them from her and put them back. I steered her over towards the pretty stuff and she said,
“Pervert.”
I just grinned and watched her pick out a black lace bra and a pair of matching panties that were barely there. I took note of which slot she pulled them from and I grabbed two more of each in different colors when she turned her back. I saw her looking at a brightly colored sundress. I could see that she liked it as she held it up to her but then she looked at the tag and put it back down. She’s so damned stubborn. She picked out another one that I assumed was a lot cheaper. It was a lot less sexy too. When she got up to the counter with her things, I laid the others down with them and before she could argue I told the woman behind the counter,
“She needs some shoes too. Can you show her some in a size…?”
She narrowed her eyes at me but looked back at the woman and said, “Five and a half please. The black sandals.”
“And the white ones,” I told her. “And some of that lotion and deodorant, a toothbrush, toothpaste and…do you need anything else?” She shot me another look and when the woman finally left to go in the back and get the shoes she said,
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“Buying me stuff.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“You’re not my boss.”
“Don’t make me go all Guzman on you.”
I laughed and looked down at all five foot four a hundred and twenty pounds of her. “Yeah…okay.”
The woman came back with the sandals and I paid for it all and we made our way up to our room. When we got there, I turned to ask her if she was hungry and all of a sudden she was back on me. I could feel her firm breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest as she clung to me and pressed her mouth into mine. I reached down and clasped her backside, lifting her up off her feet so I could kiss her more deeply. I slid my tongue into her mouth…I fucking loved the way she tasted.
The feel of her body against mine made my cock rise again and when she felt it pressing into her I felt her push back and I sat her down on her feet. She looked over at the bed and I grinned and took her hand. We covered the six or eight steps between us and it, both of us stripping off clothes as we went. When we were both undressed, she lay down on the bed and pulled me down beside her. I put my arm around her and pulled her into my chest and she ran her fingers through my hair as we kissed again, this time tenderly, letting our tongues flick and play against each other. I brought one of my knees up between her sexy legs and she opened them and let me slide it up so it was resting against her wet pussy as we kissed. She broke the kiss as her fingers traced across the dragon tattoo on my chest and shoulder and she traced the words that were woven in
to the dragon’s tail and said,
“What does this mean?”
“Shàoqiáng.”
“Wow, you are just a linguistic genius,” she said with that snark I was beginning to love in her voice.
I laughed. “What can I say? Any language sounds good when you add a Texas twang to it.”
“In Inglés? Por favor?”
“It means, strong and profound.”
“Wow, the ultimate in narcissism.”
I cracked up. She was too much. “I trained with a Chinese Master when I was a teenager. When I passed all his ‘tests’ and he had a lot, I was entitled to get the tattoo.”
“Well, as long as you worked for it,” she said with a grin. “Why does a nice guy like you want to fight anyways?”
“The dragon lives inside of me,” I said. She wrinkled her pretty nose and before she could come up with another snarky comment I said, “That’s what my master used to say. I had issues with rage as a kid. Nobody ever really knew why. I had a good life and nobody had ever hurt me…but it was there all the time and I didn’t know what to do with it. My dad was the one who got me into working out and I met the master there. He told me that some people are born to fight. The only thing that matters is how you choose to use that gift. He taught me how to get a handle on it…how to control it. The only time I unleash it now is in the cage.”
“So what happens if you ever can’t fight?”
I’d never considered that. For the past week since I woke up from having my head bashed in…my vision hadn’t been a hundred percent. My right eye was still a little swollen, so I’d just been hoping that it would return to normal when the swelling went down. I didn’t want to consider the possibility that it wouldn’t and I’d have to stop fighting.
I pulled her into me tighter and let my hard cock rub up against her leg and said, “I’ll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.” I moved my knee gently against her and let my hand stroke down her back and across the smooth skin that covered her sexy little ass. I grunted and pulled her in even tighter. I felt her mouth against my ear and then her tongue came out and licked along the outer edges of it. I shuddered as her mouth moved down and found the sensitive part of my neck. She planted kisses across it and found a spot she liked and began to suck.
I brought my hand up and took hold of one of her breasts. I caressed and massaged it and let my thumb and forefinger find her swollen nipple. I pinched it and she moaned into me. Then I pressed my palm against it and moved it in slow circles with her hard nipple pressing into my hand. She moved her lips back up to my mouth and as she kissed me, she pulled herself up onto my chest. I put my arms across her back and pressed her harder into me, loving the way it felt against her breasts. I grabbed her waist with my hands and slid her up so that I could take one into my mouth. I sucked on it and licked around the nipple and then nipped at it gently with my teeth. She was sliding herself up and down on me, pressing her crotch into my flesh. I moved over and took the other breast into my mouth and began sucking hard on that one. I felt the smooth skin of her backside rub across the tip of my stiff bulge every so often and I reached down and put my hands on the cheeks of her round ass.
We kissed and rubbed against each other for a long time while I kneaded her cheeks. She was soaking wet and so was I because she’d rubbed herself all over me. I loved it. I put my hand down between her legs and stroked the soft skin of her upper thighs. I felt her body jerk and I let one of my thumbs lightly brush against her outer lips. That time I got a full body shudder. She sighed in pleasure and her entire body quivered again as I slid one finger between her lips and began to stroke up and down between them. She groaned and moved her hips, trying to capture my finger inside of her. She was drenched and slippery and so fucking hot.
I reached down and took my cock in my hand and rubbed it against the outside of her wet lips. We both groaned and I felt her push down against it. I let the head of it trace the outside of her pussy, up and down and in the space between her silky thighs and her sexy mound. She reached down and took it from my hand and tried to push it inside of her.
“Wait,” I said, “I have a condom in my wallet.”
“I’m on the pill.”
I froze for a second and thoughts of her father that she never knew passed through my mind. I shook that off. She was just playing with me. She wasn’t about to get pregnant. Anyways, it is probably how a lot of babies are made. I was encouraged and convinced enough. I slid my cock along her wet, succulent lips and ran my finger down them until I found her opening. I probed her with my finger first. She was so fucking tight. She fitted my finger like a silky glove. She wiggled down against my hand and I slid my finger into her deeper, moving it in and out, rubbing her clit with my thumb. I liked the way it was causing her to slide her sexy little body against mine. She was shuddering and whimpering. I rolled us over so I was on top and I lifted her ankles up onto my shoulders.
I reached down and took the head of my cock between my fingers and slid it back and forth along her slippery lips. I stroked it up and down and she squirmed and writhed underneath me. I wanted to make it last. I was so excited that once I slid it inside of her I was going to explode. It had been a long ass time since I’d felt the warmth and wetness of a pussy on my bare cock. Liz always made me use a condom and I’d used one with any girl I’d only been with once or twice. For some reason, only knowing her for a couple of days, I already trusted her. I knew that could be a mistake, but at that moment, my big head wasn’t the one doing the thinking.
10
Catalina
What the big, sexy gringo was doing felt amazing, but I was done playing. I needed to feel that hot, hard, throbbing cock inside of me…right away. I dropped my backside down as far into the bed as I could until the tip of that delicious cock pressed into my opening. He held it there against me, pushing just slightly, still rubbing my clit with his fingers. It felt so fucking good and I wanted to scream at him to fuck me. I knew he was trying to drag it out…make it last…but I was about to lose my mind.
“Are you gonna play all day?” I asked him, breathlessly. He grinned and pressed in a little deeper until the head of his cock and about an inch of the shaft was inside of me. “That’s nice Gringo…but full penetration would be better.” I flexed the muscles in my pussy and felt myself grip him tightly. He lost the mischievous grin and groaned. His sexy hazel eyes rolled back into his head. He started making tiny little in and out motions, entering me an inch at a time. He was still playing. I was so fucking tempted to reach down and grab that sexy ass of his and push him all the way in, but I resisted. I decided I was having fun just seeing what he would do next. I wasn’t disappointed.
He plunged in further and I wiggled and groaned as his cock pressed deeper into my narrow tunnel. He was so thick that it was like he was opening me up as he went. If I had to describe the feeling, I’d never be able to put it in words, but the closest I can come is abso-fucking-lutely-incredibly-unbelievable. I don’t think I could even say that in my native language. At that moment, I couldn’t even remember my own fucking name. I felt him hit bottom and his balls slap against my backside and I moaned aloud and dug my fingers into his back. He was panting and between that and the look on his face I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. Thank God, because he was killing me. He reached down and pinched my nipples in between his fingers and started taking longer, deeper strokes. He let himself bottom out and then he ground his pelvis into mine. I felt the pressure on my clit and I cried out.
“You like that beautiful?”
“Mm Hmm…” He did it again and again and I pressed my hips up off the bed into him.
“That’s it baby, rub against me. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” My hands found that hard ass and I gripped it and each time he pulled out, I pushed in. I was grinding myself against him. It felt so fucking good. He was grunting and panting and groaning and all of that excitement coupled with the way he felt inside of me shoved me off the virtual
ledge and into the psychedelic abyss. I closed my eyes and cried out, lifting my hips up off the bed and screaming as I came. He kept rocking inside of me, taking long, slow, deep strokes while my pussy quivered around him. I felt myself spasm and I wriggled underneath him once again. He was still throbbing inside of me and after I finished coming he started moving again and he wasn’t holding back at all. He was pounding into me, slamming his pelvis into mine, slapping against my clit and burying his cock as deep up inside of me as he could go…and then I felt him stiffen and swell and groan aloud. He shoved himself up into me one last time and held his hard cock there as he came. I felt the warm rush of it and once again my body began to shiver and shake. The gringo was a sex machine and any other man was going to play hell even coming close in comparison. He had ruined me for them.
He dropped down next to me and lay there panting for a long time until his cock softened enough to fall out of me. I shivered when I felt it, but then he gathered me in his warm arms and all was right in my world once more. It was only seconds later that his breathing slowed down and became deeper and I realized that he was asleep. The poor thing had barely had any sleep the past few days, mostly because of me. I was anxious to get started looking for my father after I was satiated, but I looked at his poor bruised but peaceful face and I knew I couldn’t leave while he was sleeping. I had to tell him thank you…and I hoped, arrange to see him again. I snuggled down into his strong arms and closed my eyes.
It was probably two…maybe three hours later when I woke up. Conan had me in a head lock and when I disengaged myself from that, he didn’t even stir. I glanced over at the bedside clock. It was just a little after ten in the morning. I moved his arm that was around my waist and slithered quietly to the side of the bed. I’d shower and dress first and then I’d wake him and tell him I was leaving. That thought brought an instant lump to my throat and tears to my eyes. I chastised myself. It was not supposed to happen…falling for some gringo before I even found my dad was not part of the plan. I had to stick to the plan or I’d end up right back in Ciudad Victoria and married to an Irish gangster.
