by Abby Angel
"Well I do like to earn my living ," I reply, watching the way she watches me.
"Indeed you do. work hard play hard right? That’s still your motto I presume." she says.
"Always." The bartender brings her drink and I raise my glass. "To playing hard. We toast, and I watch her throat work as she she swallows.
"Really Jackie what are you doing down here?" I ask.
She shrugs. "I needed to hangout and not talk shop for five minutes."
"Tough case coming up?"
"Yeah, I’m defending Damian Cain." She says and finishes off her vodka.
"Are you serious? I'm seconding Wolff." I say with a grin.
"Fuck me." She says. "Really?"
"That sounds like a good idea." I slide closer to her.
She rolls her eyes but I see the blush creep into her cheeks.
"You know I hate lose Xavier." She says.
"So do I."
"You don't have enough evidence to win. You could offer a plea."
"Cain is his own worst enemy. He'll do the work for me once you put him on the stand." I reply.
"He doesn't have to testify," she says.
"Oh baby you know how jurors love a defendant that won't testify. No matter what you say it just screams guilty, but it might work if you can get Cain to keep his mouth shut."
"Please, I'm going to tear your case to up it's all circumstantial. This the age of CSI and you've got zero DNA, zero prints, nothing. I'll blow your entire case down." She says and gives me that smile again.
I don't miss the way she emphasizes the word blow. "Wolff is going to eat you alive Jackie, but how about I eat you now? After all you said you didn't want to talk shop so let's not talk." I lean in and press my lips against hers pulling her off the bar stool and between my legs, and I slide my tongue along her lips and her mouth opens for me. I slide my tongue between her lips and kiss her deeply. Jackie kisses me back hard and I know she wants this just as much as I do.
"Let's get out of here." She says.
I pay our tab and follow Jackie out the door.
11
Jacqueline
Xavier and I have been hanging out all night. It's just like old times when we used to party in college. He was always a welcome relief from the day's efforts and he still is. I haven't had fun like this in a long time. It's really been nice getting to know Xavier again, at a deeper, more adult level. I can’t stop looking at him because he’s all tall and muscular and rugged. I'm suddenly so attracted to him. I always had a crush on Xavier when we hung out as friends, but now I'm feeling that in an even stronger way. Like, I wonder how big his cock is? I wonder what it would feel like to fuck my old friend? We've never gotten to that level and maybe now it's finally time. I imagine giving him a blow job in the bathroom of this bar. And then I do something that surprises me...I stop thinking the filthy thoughts and kinda start hinting at them. Well, I mean what else would this question mean?
"Hey Xavier, why have we never hooked up?"
"Well," he looks at me and those long eyelashes frame his deep-set eyes on his chiseled face. "It was never the right timing, I guess."
"I know but ... I always had a thing for you. You must have known!"
"Are you kidding me?" He seems genuinely shocked. "I always had a thing for you! If I had known you felt even half of what I felt, I'd have got there in an instant."
"Well," I say flirtatiously. "It seems like we need to make up for lost time."
I watch his face as he registers what I'm saying. It's all clicking into place. He's getting my message.
I whisper into his ear, "I'd like to blow you in the bathroom, you know, make up for lost time." I must really be drunk to be this forward. I'm never this forward. But I've liked Xavier forever. He's handsome, and we're friends, and I've wanted him. Now might be the time. And, I'm learning that he has a real sense of morality, the way he works in the DA's office even though he has so much money he could buy his own firm, or not work at all. I love that he's passionate about achieving justice the same way I am. I've been getting hot thinking of him all night and it's time to finally cool that down.
He looks at me with a hungry passion in his eyes and I can tell my proposal is getting him amped up.
He takes me by the hand and leads me not into the men's bathroom, but into the women's one. It's a bar we've hung out at many times together, and even though we desired each other for all these years it never happened. But now, finally it's about to and I can't think of a more perfect location.
He ushers a couple people out and then he locks the door. When he turns around I am shadowed by his massive physique and I make myself ready. This is going to be a wild and long-awaited night for both of us.
I do as I promised him and bend down to my knees. He pulls out his cock and I'm pleasantly surprised. After all those years of wondering about the size of him, the truth is staring me right in the face. He's hung for sure, just like I always hoped he was. I smile up at him before I take his 12-inch cock deep down my throat without even attempting to take things slow. I've wanted this for so long and the fact that's he's so huge and now his cock is pressing down my throat has me about to come.
"Fuck Xavier, you're so huge," I say in between licking and sucking that huge pole he’s packing.
"Well, you never asked."
"Why have we not hooked up before? Was I crazy?"
He's moaning and trying to tell me in between gasps, "I wanted you, Jackie. For all these years you are the one I always thought about. You are the one who got away."
"I'm here now." I feel so pleased to hear that he's been thinking about me this entire time. I love to know that I'm desired. I mean I’m here ready to try and suffocate myself on this giant cock he’s got, but Xavier’s being so sweet. I mean this is part of why I wanted him in the first place, really. He’s always been sexy, but had this inherent kindness about him.
He stops me when I open my mouth to suck him tighter and deeper, and instead he pulls me up to face him.
"Jackie, I want to kiss you. I want to touch those perfect lips. Come here."
We kiss and it is a quick touch of the lips...and then we kiss and years of deep-rooted affection comes pouring out. It's as if we both finally realize how deep this thing runs and neither of us is willing to be apart another day. He kisses me hard, but tenderly too, our tongues and lips picking up the rhythm of the other’s and dancing through tantalizing surges of lust at the warm, wet contact.
I can tell I'm making his dreams come true with that earnest way he’s touching me and the hunger evident in how he touches me, but what he doesn't realize is that my dreams also are coming true. I can't remember how many nights I spent masturbating to the thought of him. I could only have him in my fantasies, or so I thought at the time. I'm sure if either of us knew the number of feelings that were there, we'd never have let our lives take on different courses.
We kiss for a long time before he says, "I want to have you right here, now. Is that okay with you? I know it's not the most glamorous of settings, being in this dive bar we used to frequent. But, I can't wait."
"It's okay. I want it too. I'm happy our first time will be here, considering how many nights I spend wanting you, wishing it could happen here, or anywhere." Wow, I’m winning some kind of slut wish-fulfillment award due to my recent conquests, but I just totally can’t help myself. I have to tell him every little dirty thought I have, but quickly, so I leave it at this. "I need you inside of me now."
"Okay. Okay fuck, yes, then, if you're sure."
"I am. I am sure, Xavier." We can both barely breath and I know we can’t make any more of this god awful small talk when we’re both about to explode.
He pulls down my slinky top to reveal my huge tits. Good thing I wasn't wearing a bra because it makes this moment sexier. Finally, I'm going to get what I want, this man inside of me. I can hardly wait, but he's sucking my tits and taking his time. Fuck. I feel like I'm going to come years of pent up desire that will l
eave me a sticky mess, and will I even be sated? I will be if he knows how to use that monster cock he’s packing.
Xavier shoves his fingers down my pants and into my panties, teasing my clit and making me quiver with need. I know this orgasm will happen quickly because of my sexual frustration for him. His fingers are inside of my panties and delve into my pussy, gripping me and working me over, hitting my clit and thumbing my G-spot all at once. The combination makes me explode and he covers my cries with his mouth. Xavier’s kissing me and I'm experiencing waves of pleasure as I have the kind of orgasm that could knock you out.
Before I can recover fully though he's got me turned around and he pulls down my pants and thrust his huge cock deep inside me, extending out the waves of bliss from my last orgasm. His timing is perfect and the feel of him, so large, stretching my pussy to its max has me ready to come again after only a few long, deep strokes that satisfy me on like an almost spiritual level.
Yeah, he definitely knows exactly what he's doing. And he purposely made me come so that he could have this moment. Xavier wanted to make sure that I came harder than ever the first time he fucked me. He planned it to make sure I would not forget the moment, and I won't. He pounds in and out of me, not holding back at all with every intense stroke that claims my pussy and makes my legs quake. We both know that this has to happen quickly because of our pent up desire. And he's fucking me hard from behind, so you know the angle he’s getting me at is just too damned good for words.
"Touch your clit while I fuck you" he says with authority into my ear. Mr. Nice Guy has found his way to being much more assertive, now that we both know I want him to stuff me full of his cock like we’re two college kids sneaking off into this bathroom of the shady Bar (some law students only pass one bar, and it is this one) and acting on our pent up desires.
I do as he commanded and the sensation of the circles I work over my clit combined with the feeling of his cock finding its rhythm deep inside me puts me over the edge again, and gushing cum all over his cock. I feel him get huge and hard inside me, knowing that my inner walls are strangling him to milk him for every last drop of pleasure that he can give me and that Xavier needs to in release. His tall frame is bent over me, holding my breasts in his hands, as he lets himself jet all the hot cum he can load me up with into my pussy until it is flowing not just into my pussy but dripping down my thighs.
We are breathing and he is holding me, unwilling to release his grip just yet. Years of desire have come undone and I know he is someone I will have to have more of. Fuck this man is great. I don't feel done yet, I just want to ride his cock all night.
Xavier seems to read my mind. "Let's get out of here," he says in between breaths. "You deserve to be fucked in a better setting. Now that I have you I am not going to let you settle for less than you deserve. You are perfect, Jackie," he says with a kiss. "And even though I always wanted to fuck you, I had no idea just how fucking perfect your pussy would feel squeezing my cock." And then we quickly dress and he pulls me by the hand out of the bar.
"Where are we going?"
"To my place," he says. "I want to fuck you all night, okay? I never want to let you go now that I've had you. You're all mine."
Whoa. That was pretty fucking intense.
"Damn, that was...that was too much. Why don’t you just let me fuck the memory of that out of your brain tonight, and we both win," Xavier says with a laugh, and he still gives me that almost boyishly charming smile there that really takes me back to all those college days. The ones I didn’t know I could be riding a goddamn foot long!
"Okay," is all I can muster. Thinking about how hard he fucked me, my head is practically spinning at the idea of us doing this all night. "Tell me one thing," I say as I scurry to follow him. "You got alcohol there? Because I'm going to need it."
This makes him laugh and he says, "Of course! Only the best for my baby."
We head back to his place, and his hand is in my lap the whole time. It's so sweet. I’ve hooked up with guys before and sure they’ve been handsy, but everything about Xavier coming back into my life feels like so much more than us just being two horny people. I mean, sure, we both are. But the way he grips my thigh, then my hand, and back to my thigh...I feel wanted in a way that extends beyond my body or fucking, and is about me.
Which makes sense, because I’m equal parts here for that incredible cock, and that incredible man.
When we finally park, I have no idea about his place. All I see is Xavier. He takes me upstairs and inside his apartment, and at no point do I see a single goddamn thing but him. He whisks me away like we’re running off together, and just like you see on TV and in movies, when two people get to the door and their hands are all over each other? That’s us.
Xavier moans, "Jackie," into my mouth, and then his tongue sweeps over mine. His hands encircle my wrists and he puts my hands over my head.
I arch against him and he takes my wrists into just one of his hands, the other to the door, then back to me. He carries me off inside and we tear off our clothes like they’re on fire.
"Xavier," I say, giggling and brushing my fingers over my lips, bruised from how hard we were kissing. "It’s almost as if you brought me here to fuck me again. Haven’t you had enough yet?" My bare thighs are dripping, sticky with the combined lusts of everything we’ve already done tonight, and the anticipation of more.
He cocks his head the side, and though he’s smiling, there’s something darker in his eyes. "Turn around, and I’ll spank and fuck all the jokes right out of you, until you don’t remember anything that’s happened to night and just know you need more," Xavier says in a voice that brings to mind an eerie calm before the storm. He’s so intense; my body feels like jelly around me.
But I turn around, naked. I’m still standing, but he comes over and bends me in half, dropping me down to fours on the floor. I plant my palms flat on the floor and stick my ass up in the air. I don’t mind a little spanking play, right? After all, the ass is tough and like all that action feels good.
But I realize far too late that Xavier has no intention of spanking my ass.
My bare pussy is on display, and I feel the heat of his palm spanking down on it, making my clit shiver and my sensitive pussy lips shiver for him. There’s a tightness in my belly and I gasp at the sensation. It goes right to my nipples and they burn. I want to tug on them, and I want to writhe and press my pussy back further. Xavier is naked. He’s ready to fuck me again. I know it.
His knuckles slide through my slippery wet pussy, and the anticipation is making me tremble. Fuck, I need more of this, too. I didn’t even know that this was a thing I could want, and when the next blow lands on the same spots on my pussy, it burns with molten heat that ravages through my other thoughts.
Xavier was so fucking right...I won’t remember anything in a few moments. The next several thwacks come in quick succession and I’m literally a breath away from coming. I don’t realize at first the begging and moaning sounds are coming from me, but I don’t care when I do realize I’m begging, "Fuck, fuck, I need to come!" I’ve become like this mindless person who needs release, and completely at his mercy.
My whole body tenses and shivers with every thwack, and he just keeps coming. My clit is so engorged that even the slightest touch is like setting off a fireworks show in my pussy. My nipples feel on fire like they’ve been spanked. I need every last drop of everything he’s offering. If he did nothing but keep spanking my pussy like this tonight, but legs would still quake and an incendiary orgasm would still explode through my entire body.
But then I feel several of his fingers slide into my pussy. Not gently. I’m so fucking wet and ready that when he starts pumping those fingers into my tight pussy, I’m clenching around him and shivering. I hear the wet sounds of impact, again and again, and I know that there’s more arousal literally coating my thighs just from how hard he’s spanked me, now finger fucking me.
Those fingers slide out, soaking wet, and
he doesn’t hesitate to hook them right into my ass. I push out with him and the fullness in what I thought was going to be an ignored region for this session makes my eyes roll back in their head and my hips shake.
I struggle to stay up on my legs the way I am, and that’s when I feel his cock slide into me pussy. The huge tip of his cock and his fingers in my ass make me so full that when the full length of his cock is fully sheathed in my pussy, I almost pass out.
I’m not proud of this girls, but my legs totally buckle. I mean, I take cock like a champ but the whole wind knocks out of me and I think I’m crashing to the floor. But Xavier’s other hand catches me, and when I’m steady again, sweeps over my breasts.
The chain reaction of his touch sets off an orgasm in me so powerful, I think people on the other side of the world probably hear me cry out.
He pumps his fingers and cock into me both so fast, so that for excruciatingly pleasurable seconds I will be intensely full, and then nearly empty. The pace of this erotic torture never slows and I don’t know when one orgasm ends and another one begins. I ache all over, trembling with such need I’ve never known. All I can think about is how fucking good my whole body feels and how much I don’t want him to stop.
"Jackie, you doing okay?" Xavier says, a certain self-satisfaction in his breathy voice that seems totally earned.
"Uhn," is all I moan out. I start nodded like I’m a little girl or something, and I realize it is all I can to do to make that sound.
Xavier’s hand goes up my breasts and clasps my neck, gripping just enough to restrict my air flow lightly. Enough to make it feel so good but not to murder me while he’s fucking me, you know?
The intensity of the situation is at like some whole new level. I can’t think about anything but the fullness in my pussy and ass. I feel his cock slamming inside me harder, and he feels so damn huge. I mean, he already felt huge, but I think he’s about to come.
