Adults Only Volume 2 Page 6

  “Duly noted,” I replied, the sarcasm dripping heavily from my lips. “What do you do now?”

  “Just invest my money,” he said, leaning forwards and putting his arm on the table. “Safe stuff, nothing risky. I don’t want to go broke.”

  I nodded, thinking this was a smart idea. I stared at him, thinking about how big he was. I, myself, was on the petite side and I couldn’t help but imagine sitting in his lap, fucking him. He’d dominate me! (Not that that would be a bad thing.) He was gigantic. I wondered how big his package was. If it was like the rest of him, I’d be in for a wild night. Or, maybe, just some wild sex. Or, maybe not.

  “You’re pretty good looking, you know?” he said out of nowhere.

  Well, thanks, I thought and wondered if this guy was completely socially awkward. He didn’t have to tell me I was good looking because his mannerisms had already given him away. He’d been eying my pretty face and red hair all night. And my tits? He couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. They were naturally full and firm. They were nice tits. But was he telling me I was good looking so I would fuck him? He didn’t have to do that. I was going to anyway. I had already decided this after shortly after meeting him. I had to see how big his cock was, if it matched the rest of him. Maybe I didn’t have to fuck him to see it. Maybe I could just ask him, politely, if he could whip it out so I could take a peek. I didn’t have a thing for cocks, or anything. Well, I liked them as much as the next girl, but I wasn’t obsessed. However, he made me curious. And even though I hated to admit it, the fact that he was famous did intrigue me. I’d never fucked anyone famous before. I might not ever get a chance to again. So, it was tonight. And I wanted to get the show on the road.

  He leaned in and whispered, very seriously, “You know, you should fuck me. I’m famous.”

  I tried not to laugh. As I said, I had already decided that I was going to do that anyway. That’s what this blind date was all about, after all. But he didn’t have to be so cocky about it. I decided to give him a little back. The restaurant we were in was busy and noisy, so I didn’t have a problem leaning across the table and saying, “Listen, you intrigue me. I want to see your cock.”

  His mouth fell open. Like he’d never heard that before. Sure.

  “And, if you’re lucky, I’ll fuck you,” I said casually. “But this dinner isn’t working. We’re not meant to be together like this, you know that and I know that. Let’s stop wasting time and get to it.”

  “Are you serious, Cassandra?” he asked.

  “I am, Nick,” I said and I was. Why not? Why not just cut to the chase? I had to be up early tomorrow for a meeting and I didn’t want to be wined and dined. I needed to be laid, which was just as important as wining and dining, if not more so. And I had to see his cock. I had to.

  He leaned across the table and matched my casualness, “So you want to fuck me? Why? Because I’m famous?”

  Sure, yeah, whatever. And the fact that he was hot. I used to love watching football games, mainly because the men’s pants were always so tight across their asses. I loved looking at those asses. From the looks of him, he had a nice ass, too. I’d grab onto it while he fucked me.

  I stood and grabbed my purse. “You in or are you out?”

  He grinned. He was in. Typical.

  I turned on my heel to leave, glancing over my shoulder to see him throw some bills on top of our half-eaten food. Classy. I rolled my eyes and headed to the door, then to the sidewalk where I looked for a cab.

  Suddenly, he was behind me, grabbing me by the elbow and saying, “Nuh uh,” shaking his head a little and gently pushing me away from the street and down the sidewalk.

  What did he mean, nuh uh? I went along with him mainly out of curiosity, allowing him to half-drag me down the sidewalk. I felt so small next to him. He looked so strong. I fell in step with him and grabbed onto the front of his pants, searching for his cock.

  “Not here,” he said, almost laughing, and moving my hand away. “You must be horny.”

  “I am,” I said and looked up at him. “That’s why I’m going to fuck you. Where are you taking me?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Okay. So I would. We kept walking for about a half-block when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alley. Into an alley? Seriously?

  “Are you planning on fucking me in a dirty alley?” I asked.

  “I can’t wait,” he said. “I want to see your tits.”

  I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Well, I want to see your cock.”

  He grinned. “Okay, I’ll go first.

  I watched with rapt attention as he unzipped his fly and pulled it out. I was not disappointed. It was thick and it was heavy. It was already as hard as a rock. He really did want to fuck me. And with that thing, he’d probably fuck me good and hard.

  He put it up. I was about to protest but he held up a hand. “Now your turn.”

  I couldn’t help but grin at him. I dropped my purse and squared my shoulders. Then I slowly, very, very slowly, began to unbutton my blue silk blouse. He liked that. His eyes went down to my black pencil skirt, then down to my black leather stilettos, then up to my hands which now had the shirt unbuttoned. I opened it up and showed him my tits.

  “Bra, too,” he said.

  “Of course,” I said and slipped the shirt off my back and threw it on the ground. I decided to give him a little show first. I wanted to show him what I had. I wanted to tease him just a little.

  Even though the alley was dark, there was light from the streetlamps on the sidewalk. He could see what I was doing and he could see my breasts well enough to want to touch them, to fondle them, to have them in his hands. What I was doing was arousing him beyond belief. I grabbed my breasts up and squeezed them, playing with them right in front of him, sliding my hand into the bra and pinching the nipples just a little.

  “Fuck,” he said, shaking his head. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I grinned. I liked to think so, too.

  “Come on,” he said. “Let me see them.

  Fine. I unsnapped my bra and threw it to the side. It barely had time to fall to the pavement before he was coming for me, at me, grabbing me up under the arms and pushing me back against the wall. Ahh! Fuck! Yes! He began to kiss me deeply, with a focused effort, as if he wanted to make sure I stayed right where he wanted me. I kissed back, grabbing his face and holding it still so I could eat at his nice, soft lips before I slid my tongue into his mouth and he sucked at it a little.

  His big hands were all over me, grabbing at my breasts and squeezing them, moving up and down the front of my skirt as if trying to find a way into it. I widened my stance and his hand slipped down into the skirt and slid down into my panties before finding my just-waxed pussy.

  “Ah, fuck,” I moaned and sucked more at his neck.

  He fingered me, sliding one finger in until it found my vagina and he held it there while his index finger stroked my clit. I moved with it and his mouth found mine again. We kissed deeply and with concentration as he finger-fucked me, as he brought out this perfect little orgasm, an orgasm that made me yelp just a little.

  “Nice,” I said when it abated. “Now fuck me.”

  “Here?” he asked, grinning.

  “Yes, here,” I said, glancing around. Yes, it was a public place. So what? I wanted him and I wanted him now. The fact that we were doing something a little kinky, like having sex in public, only added to the excitement. I’d never done anything like this before and I wanted to. I said, “You got a problem with that?”

  “I got no problem with that,” he said and unzipped my skirt, which I wriggled out of before dropping my panties beside it. I left my stilettos on because it was easier to reach him that way. Now I was naked and pressed up against him, against his nice, Italian suit. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard, taking the nipples between his fingers and pinching them slightly. I grabbed at his cock, pulling his pants down so I could get to it more easily. I
stared down at it and then got on my knees, wanting that thing in my mouth, just for a taste. I licked the tip, then sucked it in, deep-throating him so quickly and with such skill that he moaned and shook his head, as if it were too much for him. He pulled me back up and grabbed me by the ass so that I could wrap my legs around his waist.

  And then, somehow, his cock finally found its way inside of me, as he held me like that, wrapped in his arms, fucking me, bending me over, then pushing me back against the wall. I held on tight, moving up and down on that cock and marveling at the feeling of its girth inside me. The fucker was huge and I mean huge. I loved it. I loved having that big thing inside me, making me gasp with a little pain as it combined perfectly with the immense pleasure I was now receiving.

  He kept at it, fucking me, sucking at my tits, kissing my mouth. It was so damned good. I hadn’t been laid like this in years, if ever at all. He was the best I’d probably ever had. But maybe it was the combination of me being horny and his big cock that sealed the deal. I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I just knew I couldn’t get enough of him.

  With more concentration, I began to really move my hips, grinding myself down onto his cock, sucking it into me as hard as I could. In no time, I was feeling the next orgasm and this one was a lot more intense than the first. It quickly shot through my whole body, making me shake and shudder and hold onto him. He really started fucking me then, pumping into me and then coming with this intense look on his face that almost cracked me up. It was just such a stereotypical fuck face. But I was too in the throes of passion to laugh right then. I just wanted my piece. And then I had it. I was finished and so was he.

  He kissed me for a moment before pulling away and staring into my eyes. “That’s was good. I mean, real good,” he said.

  “Yeah, I’m glad I fucked you,” I said and kissed him.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because you’re famous,” I said, making a joke.

  He stared at me, then cracked up, shaking his head. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

  “You were a little bad,” I said. “But that’s okay. I like bad.”

  “What do you want to do now?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “How about we find a bed somewhere?”

  He grinned. He liked that idea. But so did I.