by Angela Blake
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Slap & Swallow
An MFM Romance
By Angela Blake
I’m Angela Blake and I love a good steamy story. Why? Coz life is hard enough as it is. I don’t want real. I want to escape. Into a world of love, sexy cat-and-mouse and the explosive, satisfying reward at the end of it.
Between working from home and juggling two tiny kids and a Labradoodle, writing is my escape.
I write an enticing blend of all things naughty. The things we’re not supposed to want but do. The things we deprive ourselves of but crave. Acting out on paper the dirtiest, darkest parts of my mind for your pleasure.
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Slap & Swallow
Chapter One
I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror one more time as I parked the car. My face was starting to look a lot more normal – the black eye was no longer visible under the makeup and it stopped swelling. The chip on my lip wasn’t that prevalent anymore. I could walk into a bar this late at night and no one would notice I looked battered and beaten.
I opened my purse and took out my lipstick and brush. Red lipstick would look nice. It would work well with my hair. I just dyed it dark red a day ago, right before I packed my bags and got on the road.
Wearing nothing but a pair of high denim shorts and a pink tank top I grabbed my purse, got out of the car and strode into the bar.
The Midnight Rodeo was not my type of bar – there were numerous topless girls wearing nothing but these skimpy skirts and large cowboy hats. Their tits were out in the open and there were a lot of strippers dancing on top of the bar counter. Even the bartenders were hot girls and for a moment I felt a little out of place.
“No, you’re just as hot as them,” I whispered to myself and continued inside. As I passed the tables I could hear lots of men whistling and hooting at me and one guy even managed to cup my ass. I didn’t mind. I didn’t swipe his hand away. I wanted to feel important.
I headed to the bar counter, took a seat and waved for a girl to get me a drink. “I’ll have a shot of your best whiskey, please.”
She gave me a nod, slid a shot glass to me and poured from a fresh bottle. “That’s a dollar ninety-nine. You don’t look like you’re from here.”
I sipped. Damn, this was good whiskey. I paid in cash and said, “Yeah, I just moved here, to be honest.”
“Where you originally from?” she asked. She looked around, saw no other customer in need of her, and just rested in front of me.
“New York,” I answered and finished my shot. “Pour me again.”
“Want me to just open up a tab?”
I looked at her. She looked a lot younger than I was and I was just twenty-four. “Ah, fuck it. Sure, that’ll be easier. Place it under Selena.”
“No problem,” she replied as she poured me another shot. “Mind if I have your credit card?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said as I took out my card from my purse and gave it to her. She took note of my name and slid the card into their registrar. I guess from this point on I might as well drink my worries away.
“Thanks,” she said and, without my asking, poured me a third shot. She gave me a quick wink before she moved on to greet a few new customers seated by the other end of her section of the bar.
I watched her leave and then got back to my drink. For the first time since I left, I had some peace of mind. For the first time in days, I could just sit back and drink without someone ranting on and on.
“What’s a fine lady like yourself doing out here all alone?”
I turned and saw a tall hunk of a man in a red plaid shirt and tight jeans standing beside me. He had in his hand a bottle of beer and it was only after studying him for a second did I notice his leather cowboy boots and elegant wristwatch. The stranger had a lean, muscular build, a neatly trimmed beard, dark hair and brown eyes. He must have been at least ten years older than me though but that didn’t seem to dissipate the big grin he had on his face.
“Oh, I was just wasting away my troubles,” I answered him and beckoned for him to sit beside me. I then reached out my hand and he shook it with a strong, firm grip. “I’m Selena, by the way.”
“I’m Richard but you can call me Dick,” he introduced himself.
I giggled when I heard his nickname and he must have noticed because he simply grinned back at me. “You actually let people call you Dick? That’s just opening the doors for all sorts of innuendos and jokes.”
Dick laughed back and nodded. “Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s okay though, at least I have a dick to be proud of.”
Wow, he ain’t wasting a second here. I chuckled and then reached for his bottle. He gave it to me without hesitation and just watched as I drank.
“Mind if I ask what troubles you’re drinking away?” he asked me. He waited for me to finish and then he took the bottle back and drank as well.
I waved at the bartender and signaled to get me a bottle of beer as well. I then looked at Dick and said, “My boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend now – beat me a lot. I didn’t want to deal with it anymore so I ran away. I just dyed my hair, packed my things and left.”
Dick took the bottle of beer from the bartender then handed it to me. He then cocked his head in response to my story and replied, “Damn. I can’t imagine why anyone would be such an asshole to you.”
“Considering I did everything he ever fucking wanted,” I pointed out, “he still beat the shit out of me.”
“So do you have any plans for your new life here?” Dick asked me.
I shook my head, “Not really. I still have some cash but I need to start looking for a job soon.”
“What was your job back home?”
“I did some modeling work,” I answered him and took a sip from my bottle. “I didn’t get to finish college. There were just too many bills to pay.”
Dick caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and he gave me a heart-melting smile. “I can give you a job.”
I laughed. “What kind of job? Porn?”
He burst out laughing and shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I just re-launched my company along with my friend and we need a reliable secretary to help us with our papers, schedules and more. You�
�d be perfect for that.”
“How can you tell, we just met?”
Dick pinched my cheek and I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed and said, “You’re so cute. Well, you can keep up a good conversation and you seem like a pretty smart girl. You’re also pretty gorgeous so that’s always a plus.”
My cheeks flushed warm and red and I looked at him with a sheepish smile. “T-thank you. I’ll definitely consider the offer.”
“Great,” he told me and gave me a sudden quick kiss on the cheek. I felt giddy inside. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. Deep inside I knew I should shove him off but I was feeling so comfortable and wanted that I let him. “You got a place to stay?”
I nodded. “Uh, what was the name of that place? The Alpine Hotel?”
Dick opened his mouth and he gave me a simple “Ah, yeah. I know that place. It ain’t too far from here. If you want to rest later, I can help you there. We can talk business tomorrow. I want to introduce you to my business partner and friend.”
Is he going to go with me to my hotel room? For a moment I felt my blood rush and I got a little nervous. I wanted a man’s attention but I wasn’t so sure of fucking anyone right now, especially after finally getting away from my damn ex-boyfriend.
I decided it was time to find out. “Well, I’m just going to finish this bottle and then head over. I’m dead tired from all that driving.”
“I’ll help you get there and then I have to head out,” he told me. I was a little shocked he didn’t even try to press me about stepping into my room or whatever. “Can we meet tomorrow after lunch at the donut shop across the street from your hotel? It’s called King Creamer.”
“Sure, how about 1 PM?”
He nodded and waited as I finished my drink. I waved at the bartender who then handled my bill and gave me a receipt.
As soon as I got off my seat I wobbled a little bit and Dick caught me in his arms.
“Wow, you’re a little tipsy there, missy,” he exclaimed with a grin. He squeezed me a bit in his arms and I felt him reach up to cup a feel of my tits. I loved it. “You sure you can get to your hotel?”
I shook my head and just slumped even more into his care. “N-no, I’d appreciate it if y-you can help me.”
“Come here then lassie,” he told me as he helped me up on my feet. I was so small in comparison to him I felt like a little girl being guided by her daddy. “Let me take you to my car.”
“Oh w-what about mine?”
He kissed me on the cheek and just gave me a squeeze on the waist. “We can get it tomorrow. You’re in no shape to drive right now.”
Well, he was right about that. I couldn’t count how many shots I had. I didn’t even remember if I ordered a second or third bottle of beer. All I could think of right now was that some hot hunk in a plaid shirt was cupping my tits and hugging me tight.
Dick helped me out of the bar, holding me tightly, and he walked me to his car. My eyes were getting droopy and I couldn’t walk all that well but when I checked his car was not what I expected a country cowboy to drive. I was expecting a big pickup truck with giant wheels but he led me to this gorgeous, sleek two-door sports car.
“Woah,” I exclaimed when I got comfortable in my seat. Dick got in the driver’s side and he leaned in towards me to buckle my safety belt. I could feel his breath on me… God, fucking kiss me damn it.
A warm sensation surged through me when I did feel his lips press down on mine. Within a single moment, he crushed me down with the pressure of his affection. When I opened my eyes I saw his staring back down at me; they burned deep into my soul and I felt the knot in my gut twist and turn. I was too weak to reach up and cup his face but I didn’t need to – as we kissed he leaned in some more and before I knew it he had his hands in my shirt, grasping at my breasts. I felt his fingertips dance upon my nipples and the weight of his palms press down, causing me to gasp and moan in anticipation for more.
However, before I could open myself for more and to beg for his lust he parted our lips and sat back down on his seat.
“D-dick?” I called out to him as I weakly turned to face him. I was wet and warm and the temptation to just rip off my clothes and please myself right then and there was overwhelming. I was in a car with the hottest stranger I’ve ever met. It kind of made me glad that my relationship with Matt didn’t work out.
He just winked at me and drove me back to my hotel room. He was silent throughout the ride but every now and then I’d see him reach down between his legs and grab his junk. Even though he had his pants on I could tell just by the way he wrapped his fingers down there he must have had something big.
This was how I spent my first night in my new home town.
Chapter Two
There was a cold cup of coffee on the bedside table and a box with a few donuts when I finally awoke the next morning.
“Aah, shit,” I groaned when the massive, head-splitting headache suddenly hit me with a vengeance. I lay back down and crashed onto the pillow.
Wait… was I naked? I sat right back up and checked. I had absolutely nothing on. Was Dick in here last night? Did he and I do anything? Did we have sex? Was he the one who bought the coffee and donuts? So many questions rummaged through my head and I had not a single clue to figure out what the heck happened after we left the bar.
I looked around and found my purse down on the floor. I reached for it, took my phone and checked the time. It was nine in the morning.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked myself out loud.
I guess I could figure it out later when I meet up with him and his friend. That did remind me, however, of whether or not I could even handle that kind of job. I was a model but here was Dick asking me to be a damn secretary.
I decided to take the last aspirin I had in my bag and then to continue sleeping for another hour. When I did wake up again my headache was fading and I took the remaining time to take a hot shower, eat the donuts and work in front of the mirror.
My natural hair was golden blonde but the longer I stared at my reflection the more I liked how red looked on me. I might dye my hair again once the color starts to fade.
By noon time I decided to get dressed and just wait on Dick at the shop across the street. I opened my luggage and put on a black mini-skirt, a grey sleeveless top and a black hat with a nice, wide brim. The darker colors made my milk-white skin glow and I loved how it would make men stare at my legs.
Buzz!
“What the hell?” I grabbed my phone again and discovered a text message. I changed my number. How did someone get my number?
It was Dick. “Hey, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Wow, he really did mean it. I guessed it was time for me to go. When I was ready, I grabbed my purse and walked out the hotel.
I crossed the street and discovered that the donut shop was a lot bigger and a lot more luxurious than I had presumed. It wasn’t the typical diner-type café that cops stay in. It had expensive leather seats, romantic dim-lights, and an elegant interior design.
When I walked through the doors I looked around and to my surprise, I found Dick already there. I checked my phone and realized he was about fifteen minutes early.
Dick spotted me and waved for me to head his way. This was when I saw he looked nowhere like the country hick he was last night. Gone were the red plaid shirt and the cowboy boots. In their place was a clean, plain black polo shirt and dark cream slacks. He looked like a big-time businessman. All he needed was a suitcase.
I took the opposite him. A waitress came by.
“Hi, I’ll have a plain, glazed donut and a hot cappuccino,” I told her.
“Small, medium or large for your coffee?”
“Medium, please,” I instructed and the waitress left when I had nothing more to add. I then turned to Dick and greeted, “Hey, you’re really early.”
Dick gave me a sly smile and raised an eyebrow as he said, “I l
ike to be early when I know how hot my breakfast is going to be.”
The way he said that just gave me goose bumps. I could see how he stared at me, like he was undressing me with his eyes, and it made me wonder even more about what may have happened last night when I was too drunk in the hotel room.
“I-I saw some donuts and cold coffee in the room,” I tried to steer the conversation. “Were you there last night?”
His face twisted with shock and a big smile. “Really?” he scoffed at me but with some level of delight. “You don’t remember?”
“I don’t remember what? Come on, you have to tell me!”
He giggled softly and then took a sip from his own cup of coffee before he said, “You gave me a really smoking hot lap-dance last night and even gave me a sweet little hand job before you licked my cum and admitted you were going to be my little baby girl.”
My jaw dropped and I was so tempted to just slug him across the face. “I did not do such a thing or admit that.”
“How would you know, you were drunk?”
“Can you prove it?” I asked him with a finger pointed at his face.
“You’ve got a birthmark on your lower back side and you’re full name is Selena Marie Ohlsson.”
Well, fuck, I guess that does prove it. “Why in the world did I give you a lap dance? D-did we…”
“Fuck?” he was becoming more straightforward than the slightly amusing gentleman he was last night. “No, we didn’t. I did like that lap dance and the way your mouth worked my cock. You did this really nice thing with your tongue –“
– “Stop there there,” I cut him off. “I don’t need to know the details. Fuck, I’m embarrassed as is without the need of telling me all the kinky details.”
Dick laughed and the waitress returned with my order. I dug into my food and tried to hide my blushing cheeks my focusing my attention on my coffee. It didn’t really matter anyway – he was still looking at me with that big, charming smile of his.
