by Amber Heart
Amy put her chin in the air vaguely offended “Of course not!”
“Then what you gonna trade me for taking my book?”
“Seriously?? Who would give up their first time to you just because they had this book for five minutes? I mean it’s hot and all--” Tyrone was smiling. Amy blushed as she realized what he’d done. He’d tricked her into admitting that she’d read more than she’d claimed. And that his words had an effect. They definitely had an effect… She licked her lips and shifted her feet, aware of her thighs sliding across each other; aware of her tank top pulling across her nipples. With no bra to hide under, her hardening nipples must be plain as day. Fine, she thought, if he wants to play. Let’s play.
“Possession is nine tenths of the law,” she said tucking the book behind her back. “If you want it back, you should be the one paying me. What have you got to offer me?”
A lopsided grin spread across his face again, Amy thought it gave him a distinctly wicked look. Uh oh, what had she gotten herself into?
“Girl, I definitely got something you want.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim pink vibrator.
Amy gasped. “That’s mine! How did you—? When--?” But he didn’t have to answer. Of course. The little toy would have fallen out when she dumped her purse on him in class. She had completely forgotten that she even had it with her.
“So. Want it back?” He dangled it just out of reach. Embarrassed, Amy made a grab for it but missed by a mile. Tyrone was so tall he could have easily placed the vibrator on the top shelf without even stretching.
“Fine! I’ll give you your book back. Now just hand over my toy and we’re even, ok?”
“Nuh uh. I don’t think we’re even yet. I want to know what my words did to you. Did they get your honey flowing?”
They were at a stand-off. Tyrone had the aisle blocked and Amy was having a hard time hiding her smile. Yes, the lyrics had made her crazy hot and it looked like Tyrone knew it. His confidence was even more of a turn on. Amy put a hand on her hip considering her next move.
Tyrone leaned casually to the side, “How ‘bout you tell me the lyrics you read. Give me a dramatic reading. Or are you too shy? Too much of a good girl to get nasty?”
It was her turn to smile. “I’m not that much of a good girl.”
“Uh huh. Prove it.” He gestured at the book.
“Why don’t I show you instead?” Amy reached out and set the book on a shelf, then lowered her long eyelashes. Tyrone automatically followed where she was looking. Her hands were on the edge of her miniskirt and she was beginning to raise it up, inch by inch.
Surprised but obviously pleased, Tyrone crossed his arms and leaned back to enjoy the view. Amy lifted her skirt all the way up, until she was showing her zebra stripped satin panties. Then she stopped.
Tyrone pretended to look unimpressed, “That all you got? I thought you said you were a bad girl?” Amy tossed her hair, she’d been expecting a challenge like that. “I’m proposing another trade. You give me my toy, and I’ll give you the notebook…plus these panties.” That said she slipped her fingers under the string sides of the thong and rolled it down her smooth legs. Stepping free of the thong gracefully, she scooped it up and dangled it from her finger tip. “Do we have a deal?” He slowly accepted the offered crumpled satin; palmed the still warm fabric and then pushed it into his jeans pocket. The whole time he never took his eyes off of Amy. Her skinny miniskirt was still hiked up and she made no move to pull it down. Her tan gave away to a sharp white bikini line. A neat dusting of gold curls decorated the smooth pale skin above the delicate lips of her pussy.
“Yeah… We’ve got a deal.” He moved to her side smoothly. “I’m ready to give you your toy.” Tyrone flicked it on and the small toy leapt to life. Amy reached out to take it but he quickly moved it away. “Hey! You said we had a deal!”
“We do. I’m gonna give it to you.”
“When?”
“More like where.”
Tyrone closed in on her then, as she tipped her head back to look up into his dark eyes. He stroked the buzzing toy along her shoulder, then rolled it across her shirt. When it touched the fabric above her nipples she sucked in a breath. All this flirting was making her impatient. Her skin felt super sensitized and her heart was racing as he drew patterns around her body with the little vibrator.
Amy was tense with excitement; waiting for him to slip his fingers between her legs. Surely that was next? She quivered as he ran the toy up the inside of her thighs. Please. Please, she begged in her head. Tyrone crowded her up against the shelves. He bent low to her ear and whispered, “Spread your legs for me?” Amy was more than willing to give him full access; yearning for his touch. She gasped as the hot palm of his hand cupped her. His fingers explored possessively. Amy swayed as he swirled his thumb across her clit.
He continued stroking her, then picked up the vibrator and slid it along her pink folds. Amy moaned and squirmed, encouraging him. “Are you ready for it?” She nodded, pressing her face against his shoulder. He slipped the vibrator easily into her soaked pussy. He worked up a rhythm, steady but just a little bit too slow. Amy was growing frantic under his constant teasing. Amy felt him withdraw the vibrator and she wanted to howl with disappointment. Don’t leave me on the edge like this!
“Show me that ass,” he demanded thickly. When she complied, turning eagerly and looking over her shoulder, Tyrone sucked in his breath. Smooth and tanned except for the pale shadow of the thong swimsuit she must have worn, her ass was perfect and lush. “That ass. Damn!”
He placed his free hand in the middle of her back and gently pushed her forward until she was practically touching her toes, ass in the air. Giving him full view of everything she had to offer. He stroked his hands along her skin. Amy moaned softly, “Oh my god. Please! I want it so bad.” Tyrone chuckled in his rich voice and continued his slow exploration. He ran his hands down her sides, stroked her flanks, drew a line down her spine and lightly circled the rim of her asshole. Amy squirmed and panted, clinging to the book shelves for support. She thought if he would just touch her clit again for one second she’d have the most amazing orgasm of her life.
“Yeeeah,” Tyrone said “I think you might be ready now.” Amy heard the jingle of Tyrone loosening his belt buckle. She took shallow eager breathes and listened as his zipper slid down, and next the sound of crumpling fabric. She was so wound up with anticipation she actually jumped when the hot, wide head of his cock touched her pussy. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he murmured with a smile in his voice. “Yes. Oh yes. Yes” she said wriggling and pushing back against him. He grabbed her hips firmly and began to push forward in to her. She was crazy wet for him but he was so big Amy still found herself gasping and trying to make room for him. She spread her legs wider. He was moving slowly but still pushing in further. Amy felt stuffed to the brim. He was so huge! “How much more can you take, Amy? Can you use all of me? Can your cunt use a really big dick?” All she could manage to say was a few breathless ‘oh oh!’s
Tyrone pulled out a tiny fraction and then rocked forward again; wedging his fat cock a bit deeper. Amy squeaked and wondered how much more she could handle. Was she going to cum just from the pressure of him fitting in? She was wrapped so tightly around him now, she could feel every little flex and pulse of his cock as he continued working it into her inch by inch. They were both shaking and sweating by the time she finally felt the brush of his balls against her. Her lips were spread so wide apart now, that his balls brushed directly against her most sensitive inner folds.
Suddenly Tyrone stopped moving. Lost in need and want, Amy pushed her hips back against him. “Shhh! Listen!” he hissed. She froze. The motor of the library elevator was whirring and growing louder. With a thump and a ding, it settled on their floor. At the thought of being discovered, Amy let out a panicked squeak. Tyrone clapped a hand over her mouth. The elevator doors clattered open and voices filled the usually silent archive level. Amy
’s heart was pounding. Her breathe muffled under Tyrone’s hot palm. She could feel his dick pulsing within her soaked pussy. They would make one hell of a sight if the students in the elevator rounded the corner…
“Oh. What the hell? This is the archives. I hit the wrong button! Sorry, guys…” Laughter bubbled up from several people and light hearted ribbing began, fading away as the students went back to the elevator. The doors closed. Tyrone took his hand off of Amy’s mouth and they both heaved a sigh of relief. That was so close…
He retreated. Amy almost cried out at the loss. It was such an intense contrast. “Don’t!” she cried. She was so full and then so empty as he slid away; he head of his cock dragging along her walls. Just when Amy thought Tyrone would withdraw completely, he began to slide back in. Faster this time, since she was primed and they were both soaked in her juices, but still achingly slow. The neat smack of his hips against her ass as he finally embedded himself in her up to the hilt; sent Amy over the edge. It was just too intense being stuffed this full with his huge dick. Amy tried to be quiet but her moans were getting louder and louder until she had to hold the notebook between her teeth just to muffle the noise. Her muscles squeezed and pulled against his cock making him groan. He sounded like he was struggling to hang on as her orgasm clamped her pussy even tighter around him.
Tyrone gave up his pretense of control and grabbed her waist; holding her steady as he bucked his hips fiercely. Amy gripped the book shelf and tried to push back against him, but the strength of his movements shook her utterly. Books toppled over with the force of his thrusts. Oh my god,Alice thought and cried out, “Ah ah ah! I’m going to cum!” Tyrone merely grunted as he continued thrusting wildly into her. Her orgasm washed over her. Forgetting the library completely, she came with loud lusty cries and her body tightened marvelously around him. Her pussy milked him over and over as she melted with the amazing pleasure of it all. As aftershocks of pleasure washed through her, they seemed to melt away her strength. She clung to the shelves as he pounded on.
Then, suddenly, Tyrone was growling and grinding out his own orgasm. Alice felt the hot splash of his cum deep inside her. She had thought she was wet before…now she was absolutely flooded. She collapsed against the shelves, feeling the heat and throb of their bodies. His cum ran down her thighs in warm rivulets.
Tyrone slid out of her, letting her sink limply to the floor in front of him. Amy could almost feel Tyrone watching her but she was too happy to comment.
“You look so good right now.”
“I know.” She winked. “Are you going to write about it?”
“I bet I could fit something in.”
She laughed, “You know this is going to make it very hard for me to concentrate in Anthro 101. Every time I see you working on that notebook my imagination is going to go wild.”
“Why don’t you write that down. Or… You could just show me what you’re thinking after class.”
Amy smiled slyly, “Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Nah. But I’ll fuck you again when you need it.”
She pouted, “You are so rude!”
“I’m just giving you truth. I got a lot of girls. Not interested in trading them in for one skinny white chick, even if you do have the tightest pussy on campus.”
Amy picked herself up off the floor and smoothed down her skirt. “Fine” she shrugged. “Not like I asked you to anyway.” Tossing the notebook at him, she made to push past him and head for the elevator, but Tyrone grabbed her by the arm.
“Wait. Don’t go like that.”
“Why not?” she frowned at him angrily.
“Pshh, I ‘m just foolin with you!” Amy’s frown waivered as she searched his face for the truth. “For real! I like you, but you gotta relax. Take shit too serious.” Amy punched his arm, “Oh my God! That was the worst joke ever. I thought you were seriously being a total dick!”
“Well, I do have a really big dick…it effects my personality.” Tyrone playfully rubbed his crotch against her hip.
“Shut up! Stop it.” she laughed, swatting at him. “And give me my toy back.”
“Nah. I’mma keep it. That way you’ll have to let me give it to you again.”
Amy threw her hands in the air in defeat. “Fine!” Really, it wasn’t an argument she minded losing at all.
The Wild Cowboy
An Erotic Alpha Male Story
By Amber Heart
“Miss Selene Morgan?” The grey bearded face peering in through the window looked skeptical.
“Yes, that’s me.” Selene answered, lowering the glass window on her side of the car.
“You look younger than you sounded on the phone.” The old man in a rumpled suit said and opened the door for her.
“Why thank you, Mr. Prescott.” She gave him a dazzling smile and stepped out of the car gracefully. “I’m only twenty nine.”
“Well, you sure keep yourself prim and proper, Miss Morgan.” Prescott nodded in appreciation.
She looked quite attractive, in a knee length tan skirt and gray blouse. Her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and she wore large, oversized shades over her blue eyes. The three days a week workout routine she was on kept her body in good shape, almost as good as when she was nineteen.
“You should see me when I haven’t been driving for ten hours straight.” She replied with a wink.
“And you should have seen me forty years ago.” He nodded ruefully.
Selene smiled at the old man again. He could have been her father’s age, maybe older. He looked very tired and probably would be better off getting this over with.
“Well, Mr. Prescott, now that I’m here, let’s get this done.” She replied placing her hands on her hips.
“You got that, Missy.” He reached into his satchel and pulled out a file. “This here’s the deed and other relevant papers for the Morgan property. And you being the only Morgan we could find remotely related… the State figures you should inherit it.”
“Judging by the look of it, I’d say the State isn’t doing me any favors.” Selene almost snorted, looking around at the old decaying surroundings.
“Well, it sure has fallen in to disrepair and it wasn’t my charge to look after it.” Prescott shrugged his sagging shoulders. “I’m only the State appointed attorney. My job ends with finding you.”
“What if I don’t want it, Mister?” Selene pursed her lips. “Can I sell it to the State for a million dollars?”
“A million cents, maybe… maybe not.” Prescott coughed to muffle a snicker. “Not much left to these here parts after they dammed the river up north.”
“So what good is this to me?” Selene sighed deeply and waved her arms about.
“That’s your worry, Missy.” Prescott shook his head and smoothed out the paperwork on the hood of her car. “Now sign here, here and then here and after that you can burn it all down for all I care.”
“Hm, it says here the ranch is over three hundred years old.” Selena thumbed at the yellow printed document.
“Yeah, those were the days, if History’s to be believed, the Morgans were a name to reckon with.”
“Really?” Her blue eyes went wide.
“So they say.” The old man shrugged again. “All this was prime ranch land once, with the best cattle that ever roamed. And it all belonged to the Morgans.”
“Wow, and look at it now…” Selene said dejectedly. “Nothing but a wasteland. And it’s all mine.”
“Here’s your set of keys to the ranch house and you’d better have a gun, there might be big rats in there.”
“Rats!” Selene almost shrieked. “Aren’t you going to go in with me?”
“Much as I’d love to, Darlin’,” He coughed again. “I’ve got to be in court in a couple of hours.”
“Well now, isn’t that just perfect?” The blonde threw up her hands in exasperation. “Isn’t there, like, anyone who’s been taking care of the place… for all these years.”
“Some
say there’s a feller…” Prescott sounded vague. “Who looks after here, but I’ve never seen him, and I don’t know who pays him.”
“Is this guy some kind of squatter or something?” Selene looked at him in alarm. “I don’t want any trouble...”
“Nah, must be just rumors from folks drinking all day,” He grinned and walked towards his buggy.
“Squatters and drunks I could do without.” Selene shook her head.” Is there anything else I should know?”
“Sure, you now legally own these few acres of land.” Prescott called out from his car.
“More like dirt and sand. You think there’s oil under here?” She sounded hopeful for a second.
“You never know, maybe a couple hundred dinosaurs were buried under there for a few million years,” The old man chuckled. “They make good crude, so I’ve heard.”
“No need to be all sarcastic, and thanks for... well, all this.”
“No worries, Darlin’, see ya around.” Prescott waved and gunned the ignition.
“Yeah!” She turned around to face the old ranch house as the buggy drove away.
It looked like something out of a horror movie, looming high over her and had that ominous feel to is, as if something bad was waiting to happen. But Selene had a more rational mind than most, and she left that kind of stuff where they belonged, to the imagination. She took a deep breath; the only thought in her mind was how she would sell off this liability. She was certainly not going to spend any money restoring the place; maybe she could find some crazy collectors group that loved the novelty of these crumbling old buildings.
Selene looked at her watch. “Almost seven in the evening, might as well spend the night in there. Better than driving back the ten hour trip all night.”
She walked up to the fence and pushed the gate open. It made loud a creaking sound, rusted hinges protesting. The cobble stoned path was barely visible under the dirt scattered all over the front yard. She walked up the steps and carefully prodded the keyhole in the huge oak door with the key Prescott had given her.
