by Kylie Parker
“It’s still early,” he complained.
“I am horny as fuck Robbie, I need you to attend to my sexual needs,” I said. The words sounded clinical once they got out of my mouth and I giggled after saying them.
“Let’ go,” he said and got to his feet. His hand was firmly wrapped around my waist as we walked out of the club, I wanted him to go lower and rub my ass maybe spank it.
We got to the car where he got the door for me and walked over to the driver’s seat. Always the gentleman as he made sure that I was securely strapped in as he drove on.
I leaned back in my seat and tried to relax, but my crotch was not giving me any peace. Now this is what I loved most about alcohol; it was always the perfect defense and alibi for being naughty; I stretched my hand to his lap and moved up north before getting a hold of the beast. This gesture startled Robbie, who complained, but I could tell he liked it too.
“Sweetie, I am driving,” he said and let out a cheeky smile as he did so.
“And I have a message from my pussy,” I replied.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“She wants me to get you prepped for the night ahead.”
“How are you supposed to do that?”
I unzipped his pants and took his cock in my mouth; he was hard as sin and winced as I did this.
“I am driving Sarah for fuck’s sake!”
“Don’t be a pussy Robbie, slow down and let me blow you.”
There was no arguing with me; he knew that by now. I felt the car slowing down but still kept moving. I was more than glad it was in the night, there was little to no traffic. My mouth took the magic stick and started by playing with the tip of his erection. I then went on to take the length of him in my mouth and moved in upward strokes as I blew him.
“I like that,” he admitted.
“I want to fuck you,” he went on to say before looking at the road around him. He skidded off the road and parked at the side before throwing his gaze outside. The road was clear apart from one or two cars that skidded past us in the night.
“Right now?” I asked shocked when I read what his intentions were.
“Right here right now.”
“This is dangerous Robbie we could get arrested.”
“You are the damn FBI Sarah; I am sure a few phone calls would get us out in a mini second.”
The alcohol was reasoning for me again and I thought of the thrill of fucking by the side of the road would bring. The commanding and authoritative tone that Robbie had assumed also got me turn on a great deal. His dick was hard, and my pussy was wet as a reaction to it, I wanted him.
“Sarah what did you expect after blowing me this hard?” he asked this as he pointed to his dick. I giggled, and he got the message, I had welcomed the idea. He skillfully moved to the passenger seat which made me wonder how many times he had done it before.
I took off my pants and panties and played with his dick before sliding it in me. He was seated on the car seat after pulling it back for more comfort; I had mounted him with my legs on either side of his hips. The feel of his dick in me sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I was wet, so alarmingly wet! I had watched a few porn clips where the woman would squirt and always thought it as a gimmick maybe this was my day.
Very slowly but confidently, I began riding his thick cock. He, in turn, placed both his hands on my ass and spanked me as I rode him.
“That’s right baby,” he said as he helped me ride him “Right there.”
I could feel the tingly familiar feeling of an orgasm rise up within me and tried to hold it back. The muscles of my pussy tightened at the entrance around his cock, and I knew I couldn’t hold it back longer.
“Fuck me, baby,” he encouraged.
“I’m cumming baby,” I replied.
He slapped me across my ass, and that was it for me, that was the last straw. I held him by the collar as I let myself feel the orgasm overwhelm me. My grip tightened as I let my weight collapse on him. He was not so far behind; he gripped my ass so tight for a minute I thought he wanted to widen my but crack. He thrust harder and deeper before exploding into me.
Our after sex position was not so comfortable; my leg was in a very intertwined position, and I could feel a muscle pull coming on. This forced me to pull out and sit on the driver’s seat.
“That was amazing,” Robbie said as he tried to get a hold of his breath while at the same time pulling his pants up.
“It was,” I answered, “For a quickie.”
The road was still clear but the car a stuffy from the heat that had been generated in it. I pulled down the window and looked out; breathing in the night air was refreshing.
“Let’s get out of here before the cops burst us,” I said as I started the car.
“You know I don’t let anyone drive my car.”
“Then this will be the first of many,” I answered before driving back to the road and fixing my eyes straight ahead. The quickie had suppressed my horny but not killed it; I still wanted more. I could tell Robbie was thinking the same thing from the way he shifted in his seat.
13
Robbie
Sarah was delicate with my car, something I hadn’t expected her to be. We drove to making small talk and gearing up for the second round. She took a different turn on the road that I hadn’t expected which made me confused.
“Sweetie you have taken the wrong turn, you need to keep right when heading to my place,” I said.
“That is because we are not going to your place.”
“Where are we going?”
“My apartment,” she answered.
This woman always had to prove a point; it was a great turn on sometimes but could be downright annoying too.
“Why are we going to your apartment?” I asked.
“Because I want us to.”
“Is this about what your brother said?”
I got a different reaction from her, one that I had never seen before. Her face cringed as she threw me a dirty look and went on to drive.
“What did David say?”
“He said a lot of things.”
“That may have made you feel like less of a man?” she snapped “Grow the hell up Robbie he was just protective.”
I didn’t know what had caused the attitude; she always had an attitude, but this was different. She looked hurt almost wounded most of the time her attitude was sadistic with a twinge of humor.
“David did not offend me,” I answered.
“Then shut the hell up and be a good co-driver,” she answered.
Was this woman out of her already half retarded mind? Was she driving my car and asking me to shut up in it? This must be a special kind of crack she was on.
“Sarah”
No answer
“Sarah,” I called again.
No answer.
I decided to keep my cool and wait for us to get to our destination, luckily for me I did not have to wait long. She eventually parked at her apartment building, and I got my chance as soon as the car came to a standstill.
I reached across to her and clasped her chin in my left hand as I pointed at her dangerously with my right.
“I do not give a fuck if you know all the important people at the FBI; you will not talk to me as you please.”
I knew she would not take too kindly to my words, the pain that shot from my wrist after she had twisted it made me wince out in pain.
“I do not care whether you are a rich ass billionaire,” she answered dangerously “You will not talk to me as YOU please.”
I forgot how strong she was; she had pinned my head on the dashboard as she went on to twist and turned. My ego was bruised, and I think my cheek was too.
“Is it strange that this is really turning me on right now?” she asked as he held me down.
This woman needed therapy, not just the kind of therapy where you warmed a shrink’s seat as you dig through your past. No! This woman was beyond that; she needed shock therapy
, to say the least.
“Is it now?” I asked.
“Yes it is,” she answered “Watching you squirm, looking helpless and weak is actually making me sticky in my knickers.”
The thought of her being sticky in her knickers got me hard, it was all twisted but working for both of us.
“Why don’t you take me up to your apartment and show me how sticky you are?”
She loved the suggestion and let go of my wrist, she then threw open the door and walked out, leading the way. The walk to her door was long and torturing; her ass looked perfect, and all I wanted to do was tear it up and show her who is the boss. She, however, had one up over me, as soon as I walked into the apartment the bitch hit me on my knees, and I fell to the floor.
She then got on top of me and pinned my wrist to my back; it was painfully erotic.
“There he is,” she said with disgust and contempt in her voice “I want you to lick my pussy.”
“You know Sarah; I would have still liked it without you roughening me up as you just have.”
“Shut the fuck up Robbie and learn to take instructions,” she said this and exerted more pain on my wrist. I had just had enough of all this dominant bullshit and without warning turned and pinned her to the ground.
I was on top of her now; all my weight was on her body, and I didn’t let her breathe.
“Now who is the boss?” I asked with a sly smile.
“Please boy, I let you have that one,” she answered.
“Will you let me have this too?” I asked and turned her so that her face was to the floor and her ass to me. I took off her panties in equal haste before thrusting myself into her, deep, hard and rough just as I thought she might like.
“That’s it, Robbie,” she pleaded “Give it to me.”
How she got turned on by the rough handling was still a mystery to me, but I wasn’t complaining. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I pounded her, Sarah was a different species of a woman. She was simply amazing; her pussy was amazing, and as much as I tried to hold on to my explosion I couldn’t help it. I exploded into her and pulled at her hair as I did something I assumed she would really love.
I pulled out of her and rested on the fluffy carpet that was on her living room floor.
“Now that was amazing,” she admitted before snuggling closer to me and resting her head on my chest. Those words coming from her felt heavenly, the cutting words and roughing up did not matter to me at that time. All that mattered was that she was happy! Sarah was satisfied, and that put a sincere smile on my face.
14
Sarah
He must have carried me to the bed; I don’t remember how I got there. But waking up to a spooning position felt surprisingly normal to me. He lay there next to me with drool slipping out from the left side of his mouth. My alarm clock sounded through the air, and I had to take a shower if I didn’t want to be late for work.
It was 6:00 am in the morning, I was always an early riser and had already showered, dressed and was sipping on some hot coffee by the time he got his lazy ass out of bed. I guess he was too used to rich people treatment and didn’t have to get to work early enough.
“Good morning,” he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Morning.”
I watched as he walked around my kitchen naked and looking through my fridge. Is this how it felt like to be living with someone in the house? I didn't think I could ever get used to it.
“Don’t you have anything to eat?” He asked.
“There is some yogurt,” I answered.
“You should stock up your house with food; I love eating in the morning.”
My mind raced back to waking up in the mansion where a maid had strolled in with a breakfast of food.
“Not everyone lives in a mansion Robbie,” I answered, “And not everyone has got time to shop for groceries or well-paid housekeepers who do it for them.”
He shrugged his shoulders and silently sipped on his coffee; I had forgotten that he was the boss, but I couldn’t wait on him. I had to get to work if I didn’t want a termination letter.
“I have to get to work,” I said and pointed to the door after downing my coffee mug.
“So last night,” he started.
Did this fool just hear me say that I needed to get to work? And he wanted to bring up last night?
“Can we talk about that later?” I asked and walked over to the living room where I got my purse “I need to get going if I want to beat traffic.”
“Are you going to leave me here?”
“You are not even dressed Robbie,” I answered, “Why don’t you lock up when you are ready to leave and leave the key under the flower pot on the front porch.”
I loved making him feel like a little bitch; he needed to know who was in charge.
“See ya!” I said as I walked out of the door and left him whining and protesting like a little kid who had just peed the bed. I walked over to my car where I redid my makeup, checked my mirrors and started driving to work. Robbie would have to learn something and learn it fast if he needed to keep up with me, I was not a morning person. And that was not going to be changed by his presence in my life.
15
David
Two things woke me up that morning, my phone blowing off the hook and the pain in my head. That had got to be Marisol only she was that persistent, how many times did I need to check in with that crazy bitch?
I sat up in bed reluctantly and picked it up.
“Good morning darling,” I spoke into the receiver.
“David where the fuck are you? I have been looking for you”.
“Marisol you know exactly where I am.”
Then why are you not answering your phone?”
For a moment, I could have sworn I detected a hint of concern in her voice, but this was Marisol the river of insults flowed from her mouth almost immediately.
“You know damn well how crazy I get whenever you don’t pick my calls,” she went on.
“Is there something wrong? Are the kids alright?”
“Yes, the damn kids are fine.”
I placed a hand over my beating chest and stilled it to relax after hearing that my kids were fine.
“Then what is it Marisol?”
“The problem is you.”
“Me?”
“Yes retard, I said you.”
“What have I done this time?”
“Don’t act damn with me David, you know what you did.”
I let my head rest on my left palm as I thought about her words; this was not how I wanted to start my day.
“I found that whore’s panties in your car.”
My heart went back to beating at a very fast rate that I only heard the echo in my ears. Blood rushed to my head as I wondered who it was Marisol was referring to. I hadn’t fucked anyone in my car for the longest time.
“What whore?”
“Your little whore Miss Judith,” she went on to say “You see I knew she was more than just an assistant to you. David, she is as ugly as a monkey’s ass do you have to wear a blindfold when you are fucking her?”
It all came flooding back, what she was saying was true. Well, half true, Judith was indeed my assistant she was not the best-looking piece of ass, but she had a very tight pussy. She was not a clingy woman and adored me, almost worshiped me.
“Wait a minute Marisol, how did you know the panties belonged to Judith?”
I knew I was treading on very thin ice, but it was a legit question. The panties could have belonged to any other woman why had she singled out Judith and she was right too.
“Because the old heifer sews her name on her underwear you damn ass.”
Fuck! It was now more than clear; I remembered the day that Judith had accidentally left her panties in my car. We had banged in my car, and I specifically remembered her apologizing for having a bad laundry day. She had repeatedly told me to give back her panties after that incident, and I insisted on keeping them.
The fact that she had her name on them was hilarious to me, but it didn’t feel hilarious anymore.
Marisol had gone on and on talking about how Judith was a slut and I had to listen, I didn’t have any defense now or rather hadn’t thought of one.
“You and I are going to have a long conversation when you get back,” she ended by saying and I was surprised she hadn’t threatened my life yet.
“Hey,” I said after hanging up the phone and turning to the whore who was sleeping by my side and slapping her ass.
“What?”
“I need you to blow me before I head out.”
She was one obedient whore; she leaned over and took me in her mouth before going ahead and blowing me. It didn’t take long for me to explode my seed in her mouth.
“That will be an extra 20$,” she said after blowing me and looking at me expectantly. Her tits were sagging, and her teeth were colored, looking at her with a sober mind made me realize why she had been cheap.
I took my wallet that was on the dresser and paid her; she got out of bed and collected her clothes lying on the floor before pulling them on.
“Heading out,” she said and started for the door.
She had scratched my horny itch, and I couldn’t complain. After she had left, I jumped into the shower and got dressed. Marisol had been texting me all the while, and I dared not to look at her messages. They were sure to be nothing but insulting. I hadn’t checked on Sarah either and hearing her voice on the phone made me feel slightly normal.
“Hey there,” she said, “Did you get home safe?”
“I did, you.”
“Yes I did,” she answered, “I wanted to talk to you before I head out to the field are you at the office?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Always the early bird.”
“Ain’t no warm here, though,” she answered with a chuckle.
“Alright, I will see you in a few,” I said before hanging up the phone. I liked how the office had hooked me up with this place. It was a high-class hotel that made me feel important, I walked over to my rented car, got in and drove to work. Sarah and I may have been working in the same building, but we were under different departments. I was based in the asset retrial department while she was in the criminal department.
