One word, the commanding tone and his youthful bravado crashes away;
So full of confidence, the young buck, so sure in front of his friends;
She knew about the bet, it was so fucking obvious, the same dumb game played the world over. The young boys barely able to see beyond the short skirts and toned legs of their normal prey.
But alone, here and now, looking deep behind his eyes she could see through the bragging. Time to teach the pup a lesson and make the most of his youth and vigour, she needed to fuck, needed a body that could keep up and sometimes only the young bloods would do.
All energy but no fucking finesse, no direction, not skilled like a man with experience and thought. But he was here, she was in need and he could be directed, taught the hard way.
So be it, let it begin.
A second of defiance from him evaporates with the smoke blown his way and her fingers clasping the back of his hair. Such a pretty little cut, so well maintained, so vain, it annoyed her hugely. So she held her grin at the thought it was about to be destroyed by her, she almost, almost, felt sorry for him.
With a gasp he is pushed to his knees, surprised by the strength of this ‘little woman’, held down, head pulled back to look at her, his pain visible now as his hair is clawed tight.
And as she pulls her skirt up, to reveal her shaved cunt his eyes flick down. He yelps as she pulls his attention back to her.
'You keep your fucking eyes on me boy', the words ringing in his ears as he yelps one final time before being forced to take her into his mouth. His head held hard, face tight between her thighs, powerful hands controlling his movements.
Her words control him now, more than her hands and as she closes her eyes, leaning back against the wall, legs wide, she grins, she knows, he will be begging for release, for mercy - his bet will be hard won. The next few hours will leave him exhausted.
And she will pick him up and make him perform again, until she is done, satiated.
And then he will come back to the bar where she let him pick her up and buy her a drink with the money he made anyway.
(Picture Source: thekinknextdoor)
I like it when somebody reblogs something I wrote a long time ago, to remind me of the power of those words and when it’s a story which makes me smile. I like this piece, I like her strength and don’t give a fuck attitude.
It would be fun to see how we would tussle and who would win.
Ha, who am I kidding - it would be me of course. I am nothing if not humble. :)
The Dirty Romantic