Holden got out of bed and did fifty push ups to shake off the lingering feelings. Who had she been? It wasn't anyone he knew, but those eyes would stay with him long after he showered and got ready for the day. He was prepared for that...he'd had this dream before.
The shower didn't help, a hundred more push ups didn't help. Nothing seemed to help him get rid of the remnants of the her so he decided to take it head on. He crawled back into bed, closed his eyes and thought about the woman with the incredible eyes and velvety pussy. He was back there in an instant, but nothing he did could recall more than those intense green eyes and the feeling of lust and love and contentment that washed over him. This is fucking stupid, stop being an asshole. You need a good fuck, is all. He reached for his phone and texted Juanita.
"Hey sweetheart, what's shaking?" He knew exactly what to say to get these bored housewives dangling on the end of his hook. Most of them were willing to fuck the first time he met them, but the real fun was finding their limits...and pushing them just a little farther. Things had really gotten easier since that horny bondage book, fifty something? After that it took nothing to have them on their knees in front of him, calling him Master and begging to be ass fucked while tied to the bed. Thank you whoever wrote that one, it made life so much easier.
"OMG I was just thinking about you."
"I know you were, makes you nice and wet doesn't it?"
"Don't flatter yourself, I'm always nice and wet. ;)"
Oh, so she wants to play it that way. He decided not to respond, to make her sweat for a few hours. He wasn't going to put up with any insolence from this one, she was just the bonus to hunting down the rat. She lived next to the guy he suspected of being the traitor, so when he started surveillance, he'd make sure he could spend a lot of time with Juanita.
Holden laid back on the bed, forcing the image of Juanita, of Asia, of any number of women in place of the one from his dream. He thought about Juanita, how tight her ass was when she bent over in front of him. He knew she was putting on a show, and he appreciated it. He could be a caring guy at times. He thought about sliding those perfectly pouty pink lips open with his cock head and fucking her face. She had beautiful skin and thick, shiny hair. He liked a woman who could take care of herself, it was more fun to mess them up.
He started to work on his long cock, he gripped the base with one hand and palmed the top with the other. He thought about Juanita taking his dick down the back of her throat, working her tongue around the slit, tightening her throat around it as he grabbed her hair and held her face against him. He wondered how much of it she could handle, most women couldn't get past the first half. He loved a chick who could really deep throat, open herself like a sword swallower in a circus freakshow. It was a lost art, and he was a connoisseur of the arts.
He sped up his strokes, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. The girl from the dream was there in an instant, writhing on the end of him, speaking words of love that made his heart beat faster. He heard a small noise and opened his eyes to find a sweet little housekeeper staring at him in complete shock and embarrassment. She was young, in her early twenties. She had dirty blonde hair and huge tits. She was squeezed into the hotel's uniform, a light grey number with a short skirt and a hot little fringed apron that accentuated her beautiful curving hips. She's such a pretty little thing, I wonder what she'd look like with me splitting her in half.
"Don't be shy," he said and gestured to her. He slowed down his stroking but didn't stop.
"I...I knocked. You didn't have a sign up, I can come back," she said, but he noticed she didn't take her eyes off his cock. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips and turning him on even more.
"I was...occupied. Would you like to join me? Make a little extra scratch on the side?"
"I'm not a prostitute," she said, frowning. She stood straighter and adjusted her uniform, but didn't take her eyes off him. He had her on the hook and they both knew it, it was just a matter of doing the dance that reeled her in.
"I never said you are, I just see luscious young woman who could go above and beyond to help a hotel guest out of a bind," he smiled, keeping his voice low and gentle as if dealing with a wild animal. He pictured his hand stretched out feeding grain to a deer.
"What do you need me to do?" she asked, looking at the door, then back to his long cock.
"First, you need to hang a sign on the door and properly lock it, why don't you be a sweetheart and do that for me?" He was feeling close to release so he slowed even more. This game was getting him hotter than he'd been in a while.
She walked to the door, did as he had asked and returned to where she'd been. "Now what?" she asked, sounding slightly defiant. Oh this is going to be fun, he thought.
"I want you to strip for me, put on a show," he said, making it more than a suggestion but not quite yet a demand.
"Oh, uh, I don't know how," she said, looking sideways and biting her lower lip.
Oh, she's good at this innocent act. "You know what to do, just think about how you put your clothes on and do the opposite sweetheart," he winked and waited for her to begin.
She stood there until he swore crickets were going to start chirping. You could see the gears turning in her mind and she thought about her options. Finally she sighed, covertly looked at her watch and started to unbutton her blouse. She slowly warmed up to the game and circled her hips languidly. She pulled one arm out, then paused, teasing him with the slow reveal as she pulled the blouse off and dropped it to the floor. He had been right, she was a slut, she had a red lacey bra underneath her uniform.
"That's right, that's good. Now keep going," he said and stroked himself a little faster, he could feel himself tensing up but wanted to make this last as long as possible. The longer he kept his mind off the woman in his dream, the easier it would be to move past it.
She reached around and unzipped her skirt from the back. She wiggled her hips and dragged it down with deliberate precision. Fuck yeah, she's done this before. He stopped stroking and gripped his cock with both hands, enjoying the clench of his fists.
"Is this good?" she asked, standing in her matching lace panties and bra.
"You're still over dressed," he growled. "Get over here."
He knew they had reached the point in this encounter where he could start demanding, she was eating out of his hand now. She hopped over to the bed and dove on next to him, her smile wide.
"I've never done anything like this," she said, they both knew she was lying. "You're just so fucking hot, I was hoping I'd catch a peak of you when I came in your room," she confessed, blushing. Ahhh so this had all been a set up. His instincts kicked in and he assessed her for risk factor, but nothing alerted him. He always trusted his instincts when it came to threats on his person, in this line of business, that's eventually all you had. This was just another run of the mill sweet young thing who was a little star struck by his good looks and badass ways, hoping to make some extra cash. It's the bike and the tattoos...best thing I ever did to up my game. Those things have gotten me more pussy than a glam rocker in the 70s. Bitches love bikes and bad boys.
He got her out of her panties and bra and paused to enjoy her juicy young body. He didn't linger long, he needed to pop one off and get his day started, so he flipped her over and kicked her knees apart, finding her slit with his fingers and pushing a couple inside of her. She moaned and wiggled, waving her ass in front of him like a red flag in front of an angry bull. There was no holding back now, he grabbed her hair with one hand, wrapped his other arm under her waist and pulled her onto his huge cock. She gasped and bucked against him, instantly making noises of excitement like she was going to cum. I love a woman who can enjoy a good fucking, he thought and slid as far into her as she could handle. He hit the end of her tunnel with a could of inches of him still outside, he swept aside his disappointment, there weren't many women who could handle him balls deep inside of them and at least this one was willing and fun.
He covered her and started pounding into her, pulling her up to meet his thrusts and yanking her head back as he fucked. It was fast and dirty, exactly what he needed right now. She screamed and yelled "fuck yes, fuck yes, I'm coming," right before he shot his load. He could feel her body tense up underneath him, no longer able to support his weight, he collapsed on top of her and groaned his own orgasm. He could feel his dick twitching the release, his hot cum flooding her pussy and oozing out around him. They both panted together, her hair was damp on her neck from the exertions. He bit her there, like a tom cat, and she squealed, then wiggled herself and clenched his slowly receding cock. He paused and enjoyed the feeling, a slow retreat. They lay together for a moment, he let her have that at least before he kicked her out and was on his way.
"Ok, I need to get back to work," she said, a little too loud, startling him. He pulled off her and sat up, she jumped out immediately and got dressed in the blink of an eye. She was definitely a pro, but he didn't mind, it was a nice way to get himself in the right head space to hunt down the traitor.
"Sounds good babe, I need extra towels for the bathroom." He walked to the sink and cleaned himself off, toweled down and tossed it on the floor. He liked making her work for her money.
He got dressed, tight boot cut jeans, a black t shirt, leather boots and jacket. He picked up his helmet on the way out, saw her watching him and said "if you know what's good for you, you'll be back here at midnight." He paused, saw her nod yes and added "oh yeah, here you go," as he tossed her a small roll of bills.
Worth every penny.
*****
Juanita paced back and forth in her kitchen, looking every so often at her phone. She hated Holden so fucking much right now she could spit. Tony was out of town for almost a week and she had the perfect chance to get to know him, and he was blowing her off. For what? She tried to be flirty with him and he fucking walked. She clenched her fists and unclenched them. Men were usually driven stupid over her attentions, this aloof behaviour was just fucking irritating.
She paused when she saw somebody in the driveway next door. She now knew the hot neighbor's name thanks to Louise's clever snooping. Victor Stone, his name sounded like a character straight out of a romance novel, with the smoking hot body to match. She watched him bend down and pick a few weeds from the carefully maintained garden paths lining his walkway. He had landscapers, but she didn't mind the view of him bending over to perfect his flowerbed.
"That's right, get that nasty weed," she giggled at herself and sipped her Cristal. She was feeling foolish now, having opened the expensive bottle to celebrate Holden coming over, she hoped Tony wouldn't notice it was missing. She sighed and wiped her spotless counter tops again. It was lonely when Tony was gone, and she had been planning on having her blues fucked away before he got back, but Holden didn't appear to be playing along. Tony had thrown her a bone before he left, she was certain he believed if he fucked her the night before he was leaving, it would keep her from straying. It had been pretty good, longer than usual and he has been uncharacteristically tender afterwards, kissing her hair and nibbling her neck, telling her how beautiful she was. She almost felt guilty lusting after Holden, but not exactly.
It was almost 4PM and she had done nothing today. Fucking guy, why did she put her life on hold for him? She started to browse the large stainless steel refrigerator to see what the maid had left her for dinner when she heard her phone buzz on the granite counter top. She rushed to it, happy she was alone so nobody could see her almost trip in her excitement.
"Hey babe, you home alone?"
She knew better than to tease him this time, so she immediately texted back "yes, and I'm waiting for you."
"I'll be right over, get your sweet ass ready for me."
She sent him her address and thought if she had a tail, she'd be wagging it in excitement right now. She ran upstairs to freshen up, brush her teeth and apply lip gloss. The door bell rang and she did her best to maintain her composure as she went downstairs to open it.
"Hey babe," he greeted her and walked in. His presence in her foyer was immense, he was larger than life. A tall man, and solid muscle, it wasn't that though, he had a big energy. He commanded attention, that's what it was, he commanded.
"Hi!" she replied, instantly wishing she hadn't sounded so valley girlish.
"Nice digs, your husband gone as planned?"
"He's out of town for a few days, I was hoping I'd see you."
"I'm sure you were," he said and pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue was demanding, he tasted like cinnamon sugar, and he owned her mouth within seconds of entering it. Her knees buckled and he grabbed her waist, holding her up. She had never swooned before, but her head felt light and her legs felt weak.
He pulled away, looked at her with those intense blue eyes and said "can I get a glass of water?"
"I've got better things to drink," she said, out of breath. She held her hand to her chest and found her balance before she walked to the kitchen. He trailed behind her and said "no, water's good for now."
She got a bottle from the refrigerator and he said "I prefer it from the tap." She frowned and took a glass out of the cupboard. She walked to the sink and began to fill it, noticing Victor still in the yard working on something by his hedges. Holden walked up behind her, reached around, took the glass and she heard him swallow. He pressed himself up against her from behind and said "you like your neighbor?"
"Oh, no, not at all. I was just seeing what he's up to, if he cuts too much hedge, Mrs. Decker will flip her old lady wig. That's the next house over," she replied, hoping he'd buy it. He didn't.
"You seem to like him," he said, setting the glass down and reaching under her skirt. "You seem to like him a lot." He slipped a finger into her panties, down the front to the top of her slit. She gave a small gasp and adjusted herself to receive him. His finger slid farther down, getting slick as it plowed through her juices and found her clit. She was breathing heavily now, watching Victor and feeling Holden. He rubbed gently at first, then applied speed and pressure until she thought she was going to explode. She came fast and hard, a shuddering cry and tremble. She bent over the sink and caught her breath.
She heard him unzip his pants and felt the warmth of his cock pressing up against her. She spread her feet apart and, he pulled her panties down to her ankles and she tilted her ass back to open her pussy to him. He teased her with the head, sliding in and out a few times until she begged him "please!". He thrust inside of her, burying his length inside of her, pushing up inside of her until she felt like she couldn't breath. He leaned over top of her and whispered in her ear "yeah, that's right bitch, look at him and think about getting fucked by both of us. Think about sucking his dick and feeling mine filling you up from the other end. That's right, imagine us tag teaming you, fucking you so hard you don't know who's cock is buried inside of you, you'd like that Juanita, wouldn't you?"
She mumbled her reply more of a low guttural animal sound than a yes, but he got the hint. He continued fucking her over the sink in front of the window while Victor tended his plants. Juanita saw stars, brief flashes of firework bursts, she came so hard she thought she was going to pass out. Holden gripped her waist and pulled her down onto him, thrusting up one last time and grunted his release. She felt a wet warmth filling her up, then he pulled out of her with a pop and stepped away. She couldn't move, she didn't care that she was bent over her sink with her skirt up, her panties pulled down and his seed running out of her. She didn't care that the neighbours might have seen them, might have heard them. She just cared about Holden, his cock and the way he made her feel. She quivered at the thought of the shit they could get up to in the next few days and almost fell as she straightened up. She slid her panties into place, pulled her skirt down, brushed her hair down, turned to him and said "would you care for something to eat?"
*****
Holden bent Juanita over the sink to get a better look at the neighbor. He was sure it was that rat bastard traitor asshole who had caused a world of trouble for Roscoe back home. He concentrated on not blowing his load too early so he could get a really good long look. It was him, he was sure of it now. He almost came in triumph, but decided to settle in to enjoying Juanita's fine ass and tight pussy instead. She could take him, for her small stature, she knew how to fuck. He was balls deep in her when he shot his load, then pulled out and watched her come to her senses. He had a few days to plan his move, and a few days to play with this one. It was going to be enjoyable, that he knew, and the girl from his dream was already becoming a distant memory and he watched Juanita prepare a small snack before they got back to fucking. He looked once more outside, the rat had gone back into his house, but Holden smiled anyhow. Finding him felt good, but killing him would feel even better.
Holy shit, dude. That was hot.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you m'dear. Holden really is a hot fuck, isn't he?
Deleteoh no two hot guys and I can't figure out which one is bad! I need this more than 2 times a week!
ReplyDeleteYeah he is! Hot!
ReplyDeleteI keep asking myself if it's cheating when I want to hump one of my own characters! lol
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