by Sasha Devine
I could see him getting harder and harder. My pussy responded to the familiar sight and got sopping wet.
“W-what are you doing here, Charlie?” I squeaked, nonplussed. Charlie was the last person I expected to see in a place like this.
He gave me a sad smile. “I run this place. I told you Tashanda, I was going to come back for you. But when you broke up with me I just stayed here. Finally last week, I talked with your boss about coming back to DC. I guess he thought I wasn’t going to, so he sent you here to see me first.”
I was in utter shock. So that was why Dave had sent me here. And he knew about Charlie all along because I’d introduced them at one of my work parties. My head couldn’t stop spinning.
Charlie was coming back for me? I wanted to tell him so many things, but I couldn’t find the words.
“When I got there and he told me he’d sent you to this town, I came back as quick as possible,” he continued. “And when I learned you’d fucked Rick…”
I almost wanted to cry. I had no idea Charlie of all people was the leader of a biker gang in Dallas fucking Texas!
“I-I thought I was never going to see you again.”
The tears came then, unbidden. I tried as hard as I could to keep it together, but it was too much to take in at once.
He walked briskly over to me, bent down and laid a hand on my head.
“Hey, it’s okay Tashanda. I’m fine with it.”
I stopped crying and sat up.
“Y-you are?”
He nodded.
“I wondered though, if you wanted to fuck us both? I owe Rick a favor and this would make us even.”
I almost wanted to laugh out loud now. Was he really offering me a three way? I’d gotten fucked in the ass before, but I’d never been fucked by two guys at once. This was really too much for one girl to take in.
“I-I guess it would be fun to try… as long as you’re fine with it.”
He grinned again then and stepped back.
“Come on in, Rick,” he said, his cock hardening once more.
Rick stumbled into the room then, an equally handsome grin on his face.
“Let’s go then,” he growled.
I felt my pussy moisten again as I tried to mentally prepare myself to get fucked by two gorgeous guys.
I got on my stomach and started to suck Charlie’s cock, getting him as hard as possible. He tasted just like I’d remembered, warm and delicious. He leaned his head back as I licked him, my tongue running underneath and all the way to his head, getting reintroduced to his thickness.
At the same time, Rick had come up behind me and pushed his face in between my ass cheeks. I almost couldn’t concentrate on sucking Charlie’s cock because Rick’s tongue was so deep inside my pussy. I moaned as his tongue traced a familiar path through my folds, finding each of my pleasure spots easily.
I felt my cum drip onto the bed as I took Charlie almost to the base and down my throat, soaking his cock with my drool. He moaned loudly and I grinned again. I could tell he wanted to feel the familiar, warm wetness of my pussy.
I sat up suddenly, my pussy aching once more. It needed to be filled with something much longer and harder than Rick’s tongue. I grinned as I got up off the bed and into Charlie’s arms, beckoning Rick over. A bottle of lube appeared in Rick’s hand as he approached us. He quickly spread it onto his cock, saving me the trouble. I don’t think I would have minded.
They seemed to know exactly what they were doing as they prepared to fuck me. Had they done this before? I didn’t have time to think about it much before they pressed themselves into me.
Charlie was much gentler. He slowly slid his cock into my pussy as lovingly as ever. I groaned as he held it there, waiting for Rick. Rick was rougher. He tongued my asshole one last time just to get it wet enough, before pushing his cock in there.
I screamed. I’d almost forgotten how much I loved getting my ass stuffed. They both held their cocks there for one quick moment before starting to move in and out of me slowly. They were almost moving in sync as they fucked me faster and faster.
I’d never known any kind of pleasure like this before. I shut my eyes and let myself get taken away by these men, these incredible fucks. Shockwaves of pure, raw pleasure exploded throughout my body. Stars popped in front of my eyes. I knew now that I could die happy. Now I knew what true pleasure felt like.
I knew I would have collapsed if it weren’t for Charlie’s strong, gentle hands on my shoulders. I lost count of how many times I exploded. I felt as though I was in a different world. Or maybe I’d died and gone to heaven? I was theirs now. I belonged to these bikers.
Rick pounded my asshole relentlessly, fucking me so deep I was surprised I couldn’t taste his cock. He stretched me so tight that it almost hurt, but what he was doing was so perfect, I couldn’t do anything except shriek in pleasure.
But Charlie’s pounding was even better, if that was possible. I felt my muscles clamp down on his cock as he thrust into me as fast as he’d ever done. Again and again, my pussy juices exploded onto his cock, showering him with more cum than I’d ever released before.
Rick lost control first. I heard him give a loud grunt as he tugged on my hair and impaled me all the way on his thick, white cock. I felt his warm cum fill my ass completely, hitting me in all the right spots. But Charlie wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Rick had pulled out of me and began to get dressed again, but Charlie continued to pound away at me, never easing up. I smiled as he paused, lifted me up, and placed me on the bed, his cock still inside me.
I got lost in his gorgeous, baby blue eyes as I fucked me missionary, as we’d done so many times before. But this time it was more than just fucking. He was being more gentle now, less forceful. We weren’t just fucking. We were making love.
Somehow that was even more arousing than having both cocks filling me at the same time. I closed my eyes as his cock found my g-spot and hit it again and again, causing my next orgasm to rise to the surface.
I felt the world stop as I started to lose control. Everything went dead silent except for the sound of his thighs slapping against mine. The sound of him making love to me. I screamed as my orgasm came, more powerful than ever before. At the same time he gave a shout as his cum shot into me, filling my pussy entirely.
I wanted it to never end. I wanted him to fuck me until the world ended. He pulled out of me and planted a long, wet kiss on my lips. His tongue back in my mouth felt as perfect as a million fucks.
“That was the best I’ve ever had,” he breathed into my ear.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Can I live here with you?” I asked suddenly.
He drew back, a look of confusion on his face.
“Seriously? You want to quit your job as a journalist and come live here with me? I can always move back to DC to be there with you.”
I shook my head.
“I’ve been up in DC for too long. I think it’s time I had a change of scenery.” I flashed him a smile. “And what better place than here, with you?”
“But what about the dangers of being with a biker gang? You don’t want to risk getting hurt or anything. We are dangerous people.”
Of that, I was sure. I grinned and kissed him.
“Good. I’m a dangerous girl.”
One Rough Night
Sharice paced nervously in her living room, waiting for the phone to ring. She wasn’t expecting it to ring for a half an hour, but she wanted to be ready just in case. She knew that if she missed the call, it could mean the loss of her house. She’d be broke and there would be no coming back from that.
Sharice had lost her job about a week ago. She’d been working as a secretary for a local business. Then the business collapsed and she was left jobless and with just enough money to pay her next month’s rent. She needed to find a job, and fast.
A few days ago, she found something that had caught her eye. It was an ad on Craigslist for a ‘young woman
between the ages of 18 and 25 willing to work nights.’ It must have been a hard job to get because the ad had been placed a month previously and was still available. And it seemed like a really good job too, the salary was much more than she had been earning as a secretary.
She quickly got in touch with the person who placed the ad. She made sure it wasn’t a scam and scheduled an interview. If she could get this job, she’d be safe. Everything was riding on this and she wanted to make sure she would make the best impression possible.
Today was the day she was to go in for the interview. She dressed up in her best clothes and was careful not to put too much makeup on. She always made sure she was careful about the way she dressed because she knew she didn’t look like most girls her age.
She was only 19, but everyone told her she looked like a woman. She had huge tits, a nice ass, and beautiful brown eyes. There was just one problem: she was shy.
Sharice had been shy for most of her life. She’d always been very self-conscious about her body. She knew her shyness was the main reason she had been unlucky with guys, but she didn’t let that get her down. She’d pretty much given up on trying to be with guys and instead focused her time on working.
Today, she knew if she showed too much of herself she would definitely not get the job. Even though everything was covered, she still felt pretty nervous about how she looked. But that wasn’t the only reason she was nervous.
The man who she talked to had scheduled the interview for the early evening. He didn’t specify what the job would be, but he did tell her that no experience was necessary. Fortunately, he was having the interview in a casual place so she wasn’t nervous about him kidnapping her or anything.
In fact, she was surprised at how polite he was over the phone. He had told her the interview would be at a local restaurant and he’d buy her dinner and everything. He didn’t even ask who she was, he just offered to interview her at a restaurant. Sharice was surprised, but she quickly accepted.
At a quarter to six, the phone finally rang. Sharice snatched it up.
“Hello?”
“Hey. Are you ready for our interview?”
“Yes. I’ll head right over.”
She hung up the phone and walked out to her car, heart pounding. Other than when she went to work, she never really got out of the house much. She wasn’t a big “people person” so she tried to stay at home as often as she could. Now, she’d be going out to eat with a man she’d never met before to try to get a job that seemed hard to get. She was getting more nervous by the minute.
She got into her car and drove to the restaurant, thinking about what she might say. She didn’t want this to turn into a “date” or anything. She’d never been on one of those in her life and she was terrified of the concept. What was she supposed to say? Would he start asking her hard questions when she had a mouthful of food in her mouth? Oh god, she was going to embarrass the hell out of herself.
But she knew she had no choice. She needed this job. She knew she couldn’t let nerves get in the way of getting the job. As she pulled up to the restaurant, she looked around the parking lot, surprised. Usually the place was packed, especially early in the evening. Now, there were only a couple cars parked.
She got out of her car and walked up to the entrance, looking around for the guy she was supposed to be meeting. She hoped they’d be able to find each other. He hadn’t even given his name, or asked for hers. She opened the door of the restaurant and walked up to where the hostess stood.
“Hi, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here. Did a man make a reservation in the last few minutes?” she asked.
The hostess smiled.
“Right this way, ma’am. He’s been waiting for you.”
Sharice followed, confused. How would she know the man who was supposed to be meeting her? The hostess led her to a table in the back. When she saw the man who was sitting there, she thought her jaw would hit the floor.
He was a white guy with beautiful, brown, shoulder-length hair and deep, brown eyes. He had a gorgeous face and she could see rings of muscle threatening to spring out of his shirt. He was casually dressed, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. He smiled at her as he stood up, inviting her to sit. His smile made her heart melt. She wasn’t usually interested in white guys, but this one was definitely an exception.
Sharice sat down, stunned. She wasn’t expecting a man like this to be the one interviewing her. She felt her heart race as he looked into her eyes. His eyes seemed to penetrate her body, making her feel as if she was being x-rayed.
“Hi, I’m James,” he said, extending his hand.
She took it, his touch warming her to the bone.
“I’m Sharice.”
He turned to the hostess.
“Just get us a couple waters to start with, Sarah, and then give us a few minutes.”
The hostess/waitress nodded and walked off.
“Um, do you know her or something?” asked Sharice. Instantly she felt like an idiot. She was supposed to be getting interviewed for what was probably the most important job of her life and that was she wanted to talk about? She silently cursed herself.
He smiled again and looked at her with those deep, intelligent eyes.
“This is actually my restaurant. I’m the manager. That’s why there are hardly any cars here. Whenever I interview someone, I make sure that we can’t be bothered by anyone else. Before you say anything, though, know that the job I’m offering you has nothing to do with the restaurant. I’m not going to hire you as a waitress or anything. What I have in mind is much more special.”
Special? What was that supposed to mean?
“Oh. Okay. What exactly do you have in mind though?”
“I’ll let you know soon enough. First I want to get to know you a little bit more. I’ve had many girls interview for this job, and not one of them has felt like the right one. But I’m sensing something different with you already. We’ll see how it goes, though.”
Sharice was more nervous than ever. So she was right about lots of people having interviewed for this. But what could be so hard about a job that required no experience from the manager of a local restaurant? Though she was very nervous, she couldn’t help but be very intrigued.
“Okay, James. What do you want to know?”
He chuckled again.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one interviewing you?” he joked. Sharice couldn’t help but feel she was off to a terrible start.
“Sorry, go ahead.”
“Don’t be, you’re fine. Just relax, I promise you have nothing to be nervous about. I’m already thinking you’re going to be perfect for this. But I just want to get to know you a little bit. Now, Sharice, some of these questions are going to be a little personal. If you don’t feel like answering them just say so, and I won’t press you. Of course I’d like if you answered them all, but you don’t have to and it won’t hurt your chances. Are you ready?”
She nodded.
“Okay. First of all, I’m curious. Have you ever been on a date before? Or had a boyfriend?”
Even though his question was very personal, Sharice felt something strange. She felt as though she could talk to him about this. She didn’t know why, but she found it extremely easy to talk to him.
“Well, no, I haven’t. I’ve never been with a man before and at this point, I’ve pretty much given up. I have no experience. Would you ever want to go on a date with me?” she said, without thinking.
He laughed again as the hostess/waitress came back with the waters.
“What do you think this is, Sharice? You’re on your first date. And you know what? I’m still here. I didn’t know what you looked like before, but I do now. And I think you look great. The younger women are always the best,” he said, winking at her.
Sharice took a gulp of water to steady her nerves. She realized what he was saying was true. She was on an actual date, with a real man. She could hardly believe it. And the way he compliment
ed her… was he hitting on her or something? The thought almost made her want to laugh. No one would even dream of doing that. She tried to relax a little.
“Well, that’s good to know. But yeah, before tonight, I’ve never been on a date. I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything, and I’m already 19.”
“Well, sometimes things can change when we least expect them to,” he said, winking at her again.
Surely he was just kidding around, he couldn’t have been talking about himself, right? Sharice took another sip, waiting for him to keep asking her questions.
