by BJ Wane
It was the noises and comments hitting his back that alerted Mitch to her presence first. Recognizing the sounds his crew made whenever they spotted a woman had him looking automatically for the source of their brief entertainment. When he saw it was Hannah, he damn near tripped over his own feet at seeing her standing by Mary’s bright yellow car looking cock hardening sexy in a navy blue skirt with white polka dots that hit right above her knees and emphasized her bare legs. He always had been a leg man and Hannah had the finest pair he’s ever seen. The white halter top tied behind her neck left her softly rounded shoulders bare, the low vee showing just enough of her cleavage to let him and every man there know she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Let them look, he thought smugly as he quickened his step, she’s mine. He spent the last two days debating his next move with her, how far to push her the next time they were together, what to introduce her to next. His thoughts had kept him frustrated to the point of using his fist the last two nights just to get a little relief. This surprise visit afforded him an opportunity he hadn’t counted on and one he wasn’t going to let slip by.
“Hannah, this is a pleasant surprise. What brings you out here?” he asked, not really caring why, only that she was.
“I brought you lunch. Do you like meatloaf sandwiches?”
“Love ‘em.” Taking her hand, he led her into his trailer, ignoring the ribald suggestions being tossed at him. “Excuse my men, sweetheart, but you can hardly blame them. They don’t get views such as yours very often.” As soon as he closed and locked the door, he pinned her against it, kissing her with all the pent up lust his hand jobs hadn’t alleviated.
His mouth ravaged hers, swallowing her soft cry as he tasted her over and over. His hands slipped automatically under her skirt, rising slowly up the back of her soft silky thighs, expecting to reach cotton panties. But instead, he found his palms filled with the lush globes of Hannah’s bare ass, a minute string snuggled in her crack the only barrier.
“Christ, Hannah,” he swore when he pulled back an inch. “Are you wearing a thong?” Hannah in a thong. Could anything be more arousing?
“Yes, but if it’s going to make you blaspheme, I’m never going to wear one again,” she told him, trying to sound primly stern but knew she failed miserably. His hands on her cheeks felt too decadently good to take too much umbrage over his language. Looking up at his tanned, sweat streaked face, feeling his hard muscles bunch under her hands and pressing against the sensitive tips of her breasts, she felt her body come alive and respond in an all too familiar way.
“I think you’d do better to concern yourself with what I’m going to do about you standing in front of my crew wearing nothing under those clothes but a tiny scrap of material.”
It was hard to concentrate with him kneading her buttocks, but she managed to sputter in her defense, “They don’t know what I’m wearing or not wearing. I dressed for you.”
“And I do appreciate that, but I’m still going to do this, mostly because I just plain want to.” The trailer was small and it took only a few steps to pull her behind his desk, sit down and have her face down across his knees. One toss of her skirt bared her ass in all its naked glory, those tiny strings across her hips and bisecting her buttocks doing nothing to hide the sheer perfection of her ass. He always had been an ass man, and Hannah’s ass topped his list of favorites.
His first slap was fast and sharp, eliciting a cry from Hannah and leaving an enticing red spot marring her lily white cheek. His cock hardened further and jerked against her stomach, letting her know exactly what this was doing to him. “I’d tell you you’ve been naughty, Hannah,” he stated as he slapped her other cheek then caressed both red splotches, “but the truth is, you’ve been very good. So far I’m loving your impromptu visit.” He peppered both cheeks with several smacks that had her shifting her hips enticingly.
Hannah shoved her long hair out of her face and turned to look up at him. Her head was swimming from her upside down position, or was that from the excitement of being in this position again and the pleasure inducing painful smacks she didn’t know she wanted? “Mitch, please, I want…”
“It doesn’t matter what you want, now does it?” he interrupted her, ignoring the plea in those drenched needy eyes as he slapped her a few more times. “Only what I want. Remember our deal?” When she nodded, he murmured, “Good girl,” then praised her again by slipping his finger between her swollen folds and increasing her arousal by caressing her pussy lightly.
When his finger was sufficiently coated with her juices, he left the warm recess of her vagina, pulled her thong string aside and moisturized her small, puckered back hole, watching her reaction carefully.
“Oh, Mitch, I’m not sure…” she uttered, startled at the sudden pressure against her anus, a pressure that had her sheath spasming, her dampness increasing almost embarrassingly. She was about to say she wasn’t sure about continuing there when she stopped because that would be a lie.
“But I am. Take a deep breath, Hannah,” was all the warning he gave her before breaching her tight sphincter and entering her ass knuckle deep. Her juices helped ease his way, her clenching, reddened buttocks firmed his resolve to introduce her to anal play and her mewling whimpers as she shifted on his lap encouraged him to continue. “You like this,” he stated with confidence as he pushed a little deeper, giving her a sharp slap to shift her attention briefly.
Hannah didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything as he went deeper with each slap. But it wasn’t until he was slowly retreating, her cheeks throbbing, the heat he had raised across them spreading to her core, the rock hard muscle of his thigh against her gyrating mound that she felt the small tremors heralding a climax.
“Oh. My. God,” she whispered in stunned disbelief as those tremors grew and grew with each dip and retreat of his finger.
Mitch had to wholeheartedly concur as he watched her come apart. He soothed her buttocks as he continued to finger fuck her ass, then, when she came apart in climax, he slipped a finger into her pussy, unable to resist feeling her orgasm gripping both digits. He didn’t give her time to recover, simply lifted her up and onto his desk, lightly pushing her shoulders back until she had no choice but to brace herself on her hands behind her. Her face was flushed from her orgasm, almost, but not quite as red as her ass, making the blue of her eyes stand out even more vividly.
“Don’t fucking move,” he ordered her, more to keep himself in check than her. Reaching behind her neck, he deftly unhooked her top and let the straps fall, revealing her hard tipped breasts. He had always been a breast man….oh, hell, who was he kidding? When it came to Hannah, he was a man who loved the whole fucking package.
Filling his hands with her abundant flesh, he alternated from watching her expressive face to eyeing the treasures he was enjoying. “Watch, Hannah,” he instructed when she started to shut her eyes. Rolling her nipples, they both watched as he pulled on them tautly, lifting her breasts by the hard tips then releasing them with a plop. Her breasts would look awesome flogged, her nipples deep red from the painful snap of leather against them. Soon, he vowed, he’d see her where he wanted her most.
Lowering his head he nipped at each tender peak as he lifted under her knees and set her feet on his desk. “It’s time to lose this.” Tucking her skirt into the waistband, he slipped the dark blue silk thong off and tossed it aside, his gaze riveted as he got his first good look of Hannah completely bare. The sight of bare folds as soft as velvet, as wet as a dewy morning, hiding a treasure for an aching cock shredded the small amount of control he had managed to hold onto. When she attempted to close her legs, he snapped, “Leave them.”
Hannah obeyed even though she had never been so embarrassed. She couldn’t have imagined how ridding herself of pubic hair would leave her so vulnerably exposed as well as highly aroused. His look was as hot as her butt and when he released his penis, his mushroom cap was red and oozing, more than ready to fill her again. Unable to watch him
looking so intently at her most private area, she shifted her gaze and saw the window above his chair was open.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, she didn’t have time to worry about the ramifications or the mortification of being heard by his men because his shaft piercing her tender flesh along with his reiterated, “Watch, Hannah,” command, regained her attention.
Mitch slid his hands under her ass and lifted her hips for his penetration, watching as her folds closed around his cock an inch at a time, felt how her wet heat welcomed him and heard how his slow possession was frustrating her. Once he was embedded in her snug warmth, he lifted his eyes to hers, smiled when he saw her eyes glued to their connected bodies and resisted, barely, the urge to start pounding into her.
“See, I was right yet again, admit it. You like having a denuded pussy.”
“I’ll like it better when you move a little faster,” she surprised herself by telling him. Her need for this man and what he could do to her had exceeded anything she could have imagined after he first showed her what she had been missing her whole adult life, making her wonder what else was left.
“What was that thought?” Mitch asked as he withdrew from her pussy just until his cockhead was the only part of him left inside her. Holding himself there, he inched one finger between her buttocks and lightly caressed her anus, waiting for her answer.
Hannah sucked in a deep breath and tamped down the urge to beg. One look at his face told her it would do no good, so she answered him despite her reluctance to do so. “I was just wondering what else there was that I haven’t experienced yet.”
A slow grin softened his face. “I may just show you soon, sweetheart. Since you were so honest, I’ll give you what you came here for.” Tightening his grip on her ass, he filled her again in a single deep thrust then set up a steady, pummeling rhythm that had them both gasping within seconds.
Hannah arched her head back, her long hair flowing around her butt, the rapid pulse in her neck revealing her pounding excitement as he stroked her to another climax. Over and over, filling her completely, stretching her widely, he reveled in each forceful thrust and each soft cry. As the ripples of her climax sucked at his dick, he took her even harder, gripping her ass even tighter when she collapsed onto her elbows and let out a cry that told every one of his crew what they were doing. His own orgasm came hot on the heels of hers, erupting with a deep pleasure he knew he would never get used to no matter how many times he fucked her.
Chapter Twelve
Hannah rose from her seat, looked in the mirror and saw what a difference ten inches made. Her hair now fell in a thick curtain to just below her shoulders and without the added weight her head felt lighter. She made the decision to cut it after giving it serious thought for two days. Other than trimming it by an inch or two periodically, she had never cut her hair and before Mitch, had never worn it down. Now that he was insisting she wear it loose, she decided to go with a more manageable length. At first, it had seemed like she was catering to Mitch’s demands, somewhat like she had with Caleb, but seeing and feeling the benefits of shorter hair, she had to reluctantly admit she liked the shorter loose feel and look. It would still be considered long by most people’s standards and the plain style more suited to someone younger, but she wasn’t concerned about pleasing anyone but herself. And Mitch.
Her surprise visit two days ago had certainly pleased him, she recalled with an excited rush of pleasure. Not even the embarrassment from the ribald comments from his crew when they exited Mitch’s trailer could dampen her mood as he walked her out to her car. The casual way he dismissed the men’s goading had helped ease her into accepting the raw pleasure their lunch interlude had resulted in. Faced with the proof they knew what had just occurred in that small trailer hadn’t seemed to matter. Part of her excitement, she knew, had come from Mitch taking her over again, not giving her time or a choice when it came to responding to his dominance. The other part came from knowing there were people right outside the trailer who could probably hear every word as well as every sound. She had been struggling with knowing others were so close and how that knowledge seemed to heighten her excitement, but the pleased, sated look on Mitch’s face overrode her conscience pricking concerns.
Whenever he got that look, she felt herself melt inside, felt all her misgivings move to the wayside to be dealt with later. She hadn’t heard from him since Tuesday, but that was okay. She knew he rarely got home from work before seven and was always gone before eight in the morning. Her own schedule had picked up this week. Between starting puppy classes with Roxy and meeting with potential new clients, she hasn’t had a spare moment until now. Leaving the small tea shop in one of Lexington’s popular strip malls where she had just signed a contract with another engaged couple, she saw that the beauty shop two stores down was still open and made a quick decision to stop in.
“You’ve got gorgeous hair,” Sandy, the young stylist commented as she fluffed up the thick mass one last time. “I love the myriad of colors. What do you think of the length?”
“I love it. Thank you so much for staying open for me.” Hannah followed her to the front to pay and noticed the parking lot was almost empty. She didn’t realize how late it had gotten.
“No problem. Except for O’Reilly’s, the bar and grill down on the corner, we’re always the last to close. Of course, the clouds are making it darker out than usual for this time of day.”
“Well, I appreciate your time and advice. I’ll be sure to come back here for touch ups.” Hannah gave her a generous tip and headed out to her car. She has been gone longer than planned and was anxious to get home to Roxy.
Kenny Gonzalez couldn’t believe his luck. If he wasn’t mistaken, exiting one of the shops several doors down from O’Reilly’s was that damn photographer who was responsible for his nightmares the last two weeks. That afternoon at the gardens had been one cluster fuck after another. What should’ve been a simple drug buy, something he’s done a million times, had turned into his worst nightmare. Was it his fault Connors got greedy and threatened not to give him his order without paying an extra grand? Son of a bitch but he’d been pissed, and Jackie’s whining and sniveling hadn’t helped matters. It had been her fault she opened her big trap and blurted about his windfall at the ponies the day before, so she was as much to blame for what went down as Connors. He hadn’t meant to kill the bastard, only to let him know he meant business when he said he wasn’t getting a dime more than the agreed upon price. But he just had to lash out, throwing Kenny’s aim off and the knife landed in his neck instead of the fleshy part of his shoulder where he had been aiming.
It was only his swift action that kept Jackie’s cry from drawing the whole damn park down on them. Covering her mouth, they both watched Connors fall and his eyes glaze over in angry accusation as he bled out in a matter of seconds. After shaking some sense into Jackie, telling her she was next if she didn’t shut up, he grabbed his drugs and slipped out of the protection of the trees and the closed garden only to see that photographer with her camera aimed at the copse where there was now a dead drug dealer. Cursing Connors, Jackie and fate, he waited in the parking lot so he could follow her and grab her camera bag as soon as an opportunity arose, not willing to chance that she hadn’t caught anything incriminating on film.
Her bright yellow mustang was easy to keep track of and when he saw where she parked for lunch, he took the time to find a punk teenager and bribe him to break into her car, keeping as much suspicion off him as possible. Unfortunately, the fucking kid bungled that simple chore and by the time he reported back to Kenny, the mustang was long gone.
Maybe he ought to let it go, he thought as he saw her walking towards her car which was parked closer to where he was waiting at the end of the strip mall. He heard on the news Connors body had been found and that so far there have been no leads in his murder. Maybe she hadn’t connected his sudden appearance from the garden with the murder or possibly hadn’t heard about it at all. Still, it
wasn’t worth the risk of prison, especially with this prime opportunity presenting itself so nicely. He already had one possession conviction under his belt and one three year sentence was all he could handle. Life on the inside could be brutal. If she caught him on film, put two and two together and was asked to look at mug shots, he was screwed.
Remembering those months in prison made up his mind and as she neared her car, he took a quick look around, didn’t see anyone else in the parking lot, and snuck up behind her as she was pulling out her keys.
One minute Hannah was unlocking her car and contemplating the incongruity of getting so much pleasure from the discomfort and humiliation of a spanking and the next she found herself pinned painfully against the car, a hard hand clamped over her mouth. Alcohol laced breath panted obscenely in her ear. Terror was a new sensation for her, making her struggle to inhale deeply through her nose against the panic.
Her assailant’s free hand tore her purse from her shoulder as he snarled, “Where is it, bitch?”
She shook her head, confused, scared and having no idea what he wanted. She tried to struggle, but he was too big, his body working as effectively as being trussed up with rope in keeping her immobile. The door handle bit into her hip and she knew his hand over her mouth was going to leave bruises.
“Damn it, where the hell is it? Don’t fucking tell me you don’t have it with you. Is it in the car?” Kenny was so intent on trying to see inside her car and keep her quiet he barely registered the shouts coming from behind him.
“Hey! Let her go! Help, someone help!” Sandy frantically reached for her pepper spray as she called for reinforcements while dashing across the parking lot as soon as she saw Hannah getting mugged.
“Shit!” Kenny had no time to lose as several men came running out of O’Reilly’s. Keeping hold of her purse, he sprinted to his car which was a few rows over. Jumping in, he didn’t bother looking back as he peeled away, cursing at the close call, and all for nothing since he still didn’t have her damn camera. Glancing at his seat, he suddenly realized he had something better, her identification and probably her address. Not only would a little B and E net him the camera, but he could erase any pictures she might have already stored on her computer.
