The Beauty's Beast

by Eddie Cleveland

  Chapter 2 - Wyatt James

  I sit down on the worn vinyl seat and feel my tension ease away. I love this place. I love the escape it provides. When I step in here, no one knows what my bank account looks like. No one cares either. There are only a few rules in an establishment like this one, hold your liquor, hold your tongue and hold the high score on the Big Buck Hunter game. Lucky for me, I’ve scored a hat trick.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” I try to keep my eyes on hers, but I can’t help but let them explore her high cheekbones and her supple lips. I love when women don’t bury their natural beauty in caked on makeup and eyelash extensions. I can see from her pale pink, rose petal lips that she’s not one of those girls who spends four hours getting ready for a date.

  In fact, she’s not a girl at all. From the fine lines that appear around her eyes as she smiles, it’s clear that she’s probably at the tail end of her thirties or early forties. Not that it detracts from her in anyway. I’m so sick of meeting up with girls in their twenties with no life experience or opinions. They’re still in the phase where they try on new personalities like they change clothes. I want a woman who knows who she is and knows what she wants. No games. No drama. And no sugar babies looking for a Daddy.

  “It’s ok,” she smiles up at me and I can feel my pulse in my neck. Wow, natural beauty doesn’t do her justice, she’s simply breathtaking.

  “No, it’s not. I don’t like to keep people waiting. My, um, my car broke down so I had to wait for an Uber,” I explain. I almost said ‘my driver was late.’ That would’ve blown this whole thing out of the water pretty quick. And the last thing I want to do is go on another mind-numbing date with a woman who’s only interested in my money. I know thirty-two isn’t exactly old, but I’m old enough to know that I don’t want a parade of pretty, empty gold-diggers in my life. I want to find the one. The one who can see past my fortune. The one who wants me because I make her laugh, because I make her cum, because I make her mine.

  “Don’t worry, I wasn’t here that long,” from the way she twists her pout to the side I can tell she’s telling a white lie. Trying to make me feel better about leaving her high and dry. It’s a nice gesture.

  “Well, I’m glad you didn’t walk out,” I answer honestly. “I’m sure you have better things to do than wait around, didn’t you say you work at a huge marketing firm?”

  “I do,” she nods.

  “What can I get ya?” Betsy, the regular waitress shuffles up and sighs.

  “Oh, I haven’t even looked at the menu yet,” Samantha, or Sam as she told me to call her when we texted, looks down at the plastic clad selections and furrows her eyebrows together.

  “You should get the Buckeye burger, it’s the best thing here,” I suggest and Sam crinkles her nose up.

  “Really?”

  “It really is,” Betsy answers in her flat, sad voice.

  “Um, ok, sure. I’ll take that with fries,” Sam sighs and hands the menu back to Betsy.

  “Make it two, please,” I grin but Betsy’s face doesn’t even try to twitch into a smile back.

  “Sure,” she plods away.

  “So you work in advertising. What firm are you with?” I try to continue our conversation.

  “Um, it’s just a bunch of names, you probably wouldn’t have heard of it. We’re more known for our ads. Remember that puppy-monkey-baby one?” Her eyes twinkle.

  “Really? That was you guys?” I’m genuinely impressed. That commercial was all anyone could talk about for a long time.

  “Yep, that was a brainchild of Schuster, Brixon, Dundonald and Thurstein,” she shrugs.

  “Wow, that is a long name.”

  “Yeah, not too sexy is it?”

  “Wait, isn’t your last name Brixon?” I scour my brain for the little information I could gather from Sam’s online profile.

  “It is,” she looks down at her hands.

  “Related?” I press her.

  “Yeah, it’s me. I’m one of the senior executives,” she tucks her hair behind her ear and looks at me from under her lashes.

  “Wow, that’s incredible!” I’m impressed. I can’t remember the last time I went out with someone who had a real career, let alone someone so driven and accomplished.

  “What about you? You said you were in construction, what do you do?” She moves back as Betsy unceremoniously plops our plates of food down on the table and fills my glass with water.

  “Thank you,” Sam calls out to her politely as Betsy rudely trudges off again.

  “I work for Lefevre Construction I operate the heavy machinery.” I partially lie. I mean, I do technically work for the company, but not on the job sites.

  “Oh, I know their work. They restored my condo! It used to be some nineteenth century factory and they did such a great job of converting it to lofts.” She plucks a fry from her plate and looks at it suspiciously before focussing back on me, “I wonder if you were part of that one?”

  “It sounds familiar. I’ve been at this a long time, so the projects all start to blur together,” I grab my beef burger with two hands and take a huge bite.

  Sam picks hers up and does the same and the cynical look on her face fades as her eyes grow wide. “Hey, this is actually good!” She takes another bite.

  “Told you, it’s the best thing they serve,” I smile.

  “What’s with this place anyway? Everything is ‘Big Buck Hunter,’ even that game over there,” she nods to the video console I’m all too familiar with.

  “Because Big Buck Hunter is only the best video game ever made. You’ve never played it?” I place my burger down and wipe the corners of my mouth with my napkin.

  “Can’t say I have,” she laughs.

  “No, no. We can’t have that! Come on, let’s go. We’ve gotta have a shoot off,” I stand up and hold out my hand to her.

  “No way,” she giggles, “sit down. I’m not going to play that.”

  “Oh come on, I’ll make it worth your while,” I wink.

  “How are you going to do that?” She raises a single eyebrow and tilts her head, exposing her long, sexy neck. I want to kiss a trail down that neck as I slide my cock inside her.

  Ok, that might be jumping the gun, just a bit. Damn, she’s smoking hot.

  “We’ll make a bet. If I win, you pay for dinner,” I wait for her to balk at the idea, but she doesn’t.

  “And if I win?”

  “Name your prize,” I answer, hoping she’ll say me… naked.

  “If I win, I’d like to get a tour of your heavy equipment sometime.” She counters.

  “Not sometime, we can do that tonight. I’ve got the keys so you’ve got a deal.” Sam finally grasps my hand and I lead her over to the run down game with the fake deer head hanging over it. “Oh, by the way,” I smile over at her, “you should probably get your plastic out now and hand it over to Betsy for the meal.”

  “Oh and why is that?” She grabs her orange mini shotgun confidently.

  “Because I’ve got the high score on this game,” I nod at the initials on the screen. “See? WJL.” I slide some quarters into the slot. “Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”

  Just like in the duck hunter game from the 80’s, a big buck appears on each of our screens and Sam brushes up against me, her breast rubbing against my arm as she hovers her mouth beside my ear, “I want you,” she whispers.

  “What?” My mind might not believe what’s happening, but my body is ready. My cock begins to harden, ready for every inch of this sexy woman.

  Sam lifts her arm without taking her eyes off me and shoots the buck on our screen dead. Stepping back she looks at me with a sly smile, “I want you… to show me your truck,” she laughs.

  I’m not even mad that she cheated. Not at all. “Betsy, can you box up the grub? We’re gonna head out,” I laugh and pull Sam into me. “You fight dirty, I like a woman who’s got a dirty side,” I murmur.

  Chapter 3 - Sam

  “You have the key for
this?” I nod at the padlock and chain wrapped around the steel gate guarding the equipment. My shoulders droop as disappointment washes over me, I was really looking forward to watching Wyatt James work with his strong, large hands. There’s something about a man who knows his way around huge machines like these that makes me want to find out if he knows his way around a delicate body too.

  “Of course.” He smiles at me, finds the silver key on his ring, and opens the lock with a click.

  I follow him through the gate as he leads me by the hand through cranes, trucks and bulldozers that remind me of my little brother’s toy box from when we were kids.

  “Here we are,” he stops and points to his rig, “Sam, I’d like you to meet Gertrude,” he flattens his palm against the door and smiles.

  “You named your steamroller?” I laugh.

  “First of all, it’s not a steamroller, it’s a compactor. And of course I named her. It’s bad luck not to!” He pats his hand on the metal side before opening the door for me. “Climb in, let’s take her for a ride,” he holds out his arm for support as I brace myself against him and climb in.

  “Ok,” I look around at the buttons and gears inside. “Phew,” I whistle between my teeth, “looks like this would get confusing pretty fast.” I point at the colorful knobs and nubs.

  “What can I say? I like turning things on,” the engine roars as he brings the machine to life. “And I love pushing all the right buttons,” he winks and I can’t help but giggle.

  As the compactor creeps forward the seat begins to jiggle wildly, smacking my ass as I bounce in place. Warmth spreads through me, racing to my blushing cheeks and down to my aching pussy. My giggles quickly turn to gasps and I open my legs just slightly and bite my lips when the intense vibrations hit my clit.

  “Mmmm,” the sound escapes me before I have a chance to clamp my hands over my mouth. “Whaddya think?” Wyatt James smirks at me, sliding his eyes over me shamelessly.

  “It’s, um, pretty cool,” I manage to get myself under an ounce of control and answer him, hopefully not showing him my O face before he ever gets the chance to take my clothes off.

  “Just cool? I guess I’m not doing enough then,” he revs the engine loudly and the pulsing need between my thighs grows.

  The sensation intensifies and it’s more amazing than any vibrator I’ve ever used. Even better than the bunny shaped one that has pink ears that flicker against my clit while the swirling, bead-filled dildo fills me. That one is my absolute favorite and these flurries against my clit make it look like it belongs in a scrap heap.

  “Oh,” I moan and open my knees a little further. My God, this is incredible. I clutch my hand against the dash and lean over as my orgasm rips through me, “Oh!” The pleasure, the sweet release, is more insane than anything I’ve felt before. “Fuck,” I scream involuntarily as I throw my head back.

  The feeling fades and my cheeks burn hot as I look over at Wyatt James. This is so embarrassing! What is he going to think of me, humping his seat like a woman discovering the magic of the spin cycle on a washing machine for the first time. I look down at my hands, unable to face his winter blue eyes.

  “Hey, don’t do that. Don’t hide your face,” he grins as I look up sheepishly. “That happens all the time, hell, I used to get road boners all the time.”

  “Road boners?” I raise and eyebrow.

  “Yeah, it’s when you get wood from all the vibrations. It’s mostly newbies who get them. You get used to it after driving a while.”

  “Wow, well, that was amazing,” I scoot across the seat and he wraps his arm around me. I look down, and lick my lips as I spot the thick erection I can see pressing against his pants, the fabric stretching like it can barely contain it all. “I thought you said only new guys get road boners,” I slide my outstretched palm down over the bulge. “So, how do you explain this,” I look up at him from under my lashes as I give his cock a gentle squeeze.

  “Mmmm,” he stops the compactor, but leaves the engine running, “you got me so hot. I keep thinking about your little squeal you let out when you came,” his lips hover over mine.

  “Oh yeah?” I speak just above a whisper as I silently beg him to kiss me.

  “Yeah, I can’t wait to hear it when you cum on my cock,” his hand wraps around the back of my head and he kisses me deeply. Our tongues collide and dance over each other and the vibration of the seat seems to ripple up through my entire body, even a simple kiss makes me moan with excitement.

  He pulls back and I look at him with a sly smile. “I don’t think you’re gonna hear that right now,” I tilt my head. I can see disappointment shine in his eyes, but he doesn’t argue.

  “That’s okay,” he gives me a genuine smile and my knees melt as I slide to his feet.

  “Because, first I’m gonna hear what you sound like when you cum in my mouth and I swallow every single drop,” I quickly unzip his pants, tug his thick meat from his underwear, and slide my lips over his shaft.

  Chapter 4 - Wyatt James

  I watch my cock disappear into her mouth and groan as I feel the wet heat of her tongue circle around my shaft, twirling over the tip like a stripper on a pole. Sam’s dainty hand circles the base of my meat and she pushes her head down further, taking more of my girth in over her tongue until I meet the resistance of her throat. I expect her to pop back up, but am surprised when she looks up at me with her eyes slightly watering and slowly eases my cock past her gag reflex until she drops her hand and the entire length of me disappears inside her mouth.

  “Fuck,” it’s the only word I can utter. I can feel myself throbbing against her tongue. The urge to cum down her throat surges through me. The primal need to release my seed is overwhelming.

  I look down at her, still fully clothed. After how loud she came from the buzz of the cab, I know her sweet pussy is ready for me. I want to fuck her. To feel her body against mine. To taste her nipples and lick her flesh as I fill her with my cock.

  “Get up,” my voice is gravelly. I don’t wait for her to respond, instead I begin to pull her up from her knees, and my cock falls from her surprised lips. “I want to see you naked,” I demand, trying not to rip off her dress, sending her buttons ricocheting off the inside of my compactor. I know once this is all over she needs to be able to walk out of here without her clothes clinging to her like a bunch of frayed ribbons. Somehow, I find the restraint to free her from the fabric and I quickly remove her bra, tossing it to the floor of the cab. “These need to go too,” I trail my finger over the front of her lace thong.

  Sam bites her lip and tugs them off. I rip my shirt off over my head and kick off my boots and pants. The underwear follows and soon the floor of my compactor is covered in clothes.

  “Get over here,” I dig my fingers into her full ass and tug her toward me. Sam’s eyes never leave my cock, she licks her lips hungrily and I remember how amazing it felt with those lips around my base while I fucked her mouth. She straddles the outsides of my legs as I fist my shaft, sliding the tip of my cock over her clit as her juices coat me.

  Sam’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a long, deep moan as she tosses her head back. I wrap her ponytail around my hand and guide my cock back to her slick slit.

  “Wait,” she says breathlessly, “do you have a condom?”

  My muscles tense and I grit my teeth as I nod. My cock twitches with need, begging me to forget the condom and sink myself inside her, fucking her hard until I fill her up with my cum. I take a deep breath and manage to convince my hand to let go of her hair.

  “Yeah, in my wallet,” I finally answer.

  Sam slides off my lap and her round tits bounce as she scrambles for my pants. “I’ll grab it,” she plucks my wallet from the jeans and opens it before I have a chance to move. She tugs the foil packet from inside and a bunch of my cards and receipts scatter on the floor, but neither of us care.

  She opens it with her teeth and hands the condom to me. It only takes a second to roll i
t over my thick, veiny shaft and Sam wastes no time climbing back on top of me and positioning me at her entrance. I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass in my hands as I guide her down onto my cock. I plunge it deep inside her in one thrust as I circle my tongue over her peach nipple, sucking it in over my teeth.

  “Oh Wyatt James!” She cries out, holding my shoulders for support as she rides me. Her tight pussy slides up and down my cock, bottoming out on every thrust.

  “You like that, Sam?” I growl in her ear.

  “Mmmm,” her eyes shine brightly as I push down on her shoulders, burying myself even deeper inside me.

  “Good girl, then you’re gonna love this,” I lift her up and move up from the bench seat. “Lie down on your belly,” I demand, watching as she obeys without hesitation. “Open your legs,” I slide my fingers up her inner thigh and settle between them, behind her as she follows my command. “Good,” I wrap my hand up in her hair again, tugging it hard enough that she lifts her head from the seat and lick my thumb, coating it in spit. I thrust my thumb between her plump ass cheeks, pushing up until I meet resistance. Sam mewls as I keep pressing into her, gently pushing past her asshole’s tight ring and burying my thumb inside.

  “Ohhh,” she lets out a long moan and lifts her hips from the seat so her ass is up in the air. I slide my cock inside her pussy until I’m buried to the hilt and groan.

  Sam smiles back over her shoulder and I lean in, giving her a quick kiss before I begin to fuck her with wild abandon. I thrust inside her mercilessly, filling her tight box on every pump. I can feel her asshole clamp down on my thumb and her muscles contract around my cock as I take her hard and fast. All I can hear is our skin slapping together and our cries of passion intertwining.

  The surge of my orgasm rushes through me, and I sink my cock as deep inside her as I can as I spurt my seed into the latex barrier between us. Sam yells my name, her throat sounding raw as her body trembles beneath mine.