80's Bar - Southern US (closed HomeRun2611)

[wickedpen]

I loved leaning back against the brick wall of the bar. A Bud bottle in my hand, thick and cold and hard. A Camel in my other hand calming my nerves. One untied combat boot pulled up on the wall under my nice hard round jean covered ass. A green military surplus jacket hangs off my narrow pale shoulders under a white Suicidal Tendencies tee shirt overwhelming the petite figure underneath. Black hair straight, severe over my right eye as I look up at as you walk in. I take the last drag and then wash it down.

"sure" I said to myself, committing to a non-commit relationship of conversation, that with the devil may care attitude and his physical presence taking her interest could ignite. At least a foot shorter than he, she scuffed her way over to the bar, slouched and looking down at her feet. She lights another cigarette, her slender fingers are steady and cool as she leans back on the stool next to him.

No cellphones or networks, a well built stereo was enough in the eighties, where loners congregated and the innocent lost their innocence. Cash and beer with a raspy cigarette scorched throat breathing fantasies into your ear over the loud bar music. The parking lot was dark and things could happen, good and bad.

"Buy me a beer?" I ask making lasting eye contact. My pupils like black holes pulling at you. I take a drag and exhale over your shoulder, leaning her shoulder back and letting the jacket open,

"I need him to help me." her thoughts manic inside, but cool as a she could be for everyone to see. She leans over him to ash her cigarette. Pausing for him to get a good look and answer appropriately after she retakes the stool next to him.

"What do you think I am ugly or something?" I ask straight out, fairly certain he did not but needing an in.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Buy me a beer?"I was sitting there, just sitting, maybe I had been looking at her, she was definitely worth looking at. "What do you think I am ugly or something?" I smirked, "I'm not sure, was I looking? Let me take a good look..." I scanned her up and down, more interested in her reaction to my tactic. She wanted or needed something, and a bit of objectifying was obviously an easy price to pay. I enjoyed the look, nevertheless. "...not ugly, course if you were you wouldn't have asked." I didn't need to feed her ego, she knew she was a hot little piece of ass, so what did she want?

To be honest I hadn't noticed her at first, not her fault, I had these moments, often. I was there physically, but I don't know where the fuck I was mentally. I could guess the type she was, hot girl, bored as shit, looking for a cheap thrill, maybe white trash, maybe rebelling against a rich Daddy? I did not care, it was a drink, maybe a walk around back later and a fuck against the wall, we would start with the drink. I was at least physically what she wanted, a bad boy, she had no idea.

I looked the part, wife beater, covering sculpted but scarred chest...sleeveless denim jacket, tight jeans, all that displayed, the muscular 225 pound, six foot two frame of a former navy seal...yeah that seal tat was there too, down my back between my shoulder blades.

My gray blue eyes looked dead....it had been too fucking long since I had any reason to have spark in them, my shoulder length black hair, held loosely in a bandana was already showing streaks of gray and I was only 29 years old. I leaned in toward her, mustache and goatee and a three day growth of beard. I was smoking marlboros drinking MGD, "Billy get her another Bud, and keep my seat..." A 300 pound ginger, five foot ten with a pony tail and long beard, looking like wannabe ZZ Top band member walked over fresh off his Harley and slapped $200 down in front of me, "Fucking parlays, fucking field goal kickers!" I laughed, "told ya to take the teaser, Timmy" Yeah I was also the local bookie.

Billy handed her the beer, handed me another draft MGD, I turned toward her, "want to shoot a game?" I stood up and pressed my hand into the small of her back, "I'm Nick...."

 

[wickedpen]

"Well Nick" I said as arrogantly as I could, seeing I was dealing with an ego here like few before. I knew pushing him would not be nearly as appealing as taking his advances into my motion then returning the energy to him. Fuck that judo class is haunting me.

"I'd love a little eight ball." I said glancing towards the door where Ben stood. Ben was kinda my dealer, kinda my boyfriend and I had tooted up the last of his stash, while he was passed out earlier. I slipped my arm into his feeling the strength of a life of work, while Ben skulked to the bar and lit a smoke.

I flirted and gave Nick as much tit and ass as a game of pool allows before breathing into his ear. "I need to get out of here, and I need you to do it."

His reaction was cool, as he was the kind of guy who understood things on a primal basic level.

"If you keep the creep at the bar from touching me, I will do anything you want." I said to him as flashes of his massive body doing things to me, obscene things sent a shiver through my skinny body.

I took Nick's right arm and with Nick between me and Ben, I felt almost safe. I lit another smoke and strutted feeling safe as a bunny in a burrow with a giant wolf standing over me.

 

[Homerun2611]

I hadn't seen her in here before, course it had been a while since I'd been back, which worried me a bit. A hot little shorty, I would remember, but one who is hittin it a fair bit, like the hollowness of her eyes suggested, can look twenty something and actually be 15 or 16. You'd never guess it until the cop stops you, and you find your ass in jail. I had been fooled once, almost 8 years back, but fortunately I was still at th Academy at a bar in Annapolis, and I was just taking her back and hadn't done enough to get in the shit I was headed towards. It was enough to teach me, and although now I was willing to gladly chase some trouble, I wanted no part of that!

"I'd love a little eight ball." I saw her look toward the door, and it wasn't so much the look as her head jerk away that told me something. Now, him I knew, Ben, a two bit dealer, and he wanted to see me less than she likely wanted to see him. As I said, I ran the book for the bar, Nick or one of his buddies he mistakenly fronted for, had gotten up maybe two grand early on, but now he was into the bar/me over ten large, and there was no fucking way that piece of shit was carrying that...and he was not going to like the payment plan. I was surprised he didn't walk back out, instead he walked over to the bar, so whatever she had was worth risking getting his ass beat near to death.

"So Darlin' how old are you...I do like the package...but I don't need any jailbait shit?" As I walked with her, I realized my glock 45 that I kept in a shoulder holster had pressed against her shoulder. Even I had to laugh I had a conceal and carry, and I was a marksman, no less. I was seriously fucked up, PSD, night tremors, coke, liquor, vicodin, anything to ease the pain. Just the rounds I had in this gun could have killed all 10 people in this bar, and left me 7 shots to leave with. Anyone that dealt with me knew I was carrying and could use it, so if someone tried something it better work the first time.

As we played I turned my attention to her, she had to be old enough, as she knew every way to work her body and give me reason to want to take her home or around back. The only issue is home wasn't my immediate destination. As the game went on, we got touchier, and I noticed Ben, the douche, never took his eyes off of us. She made the final shot in style, a full table bank to the far corner. I took a twenty out and as she approached me, I slid it down her top, enjoying a nice little grope of he naturally firm but round tits. "I always play for money, and I always pay, and collect." I smiled and let my eyes once again enjoy the merchandise.

The days of being the young, handsome, clean cut midshipman were long since gone, as were any of the ideals he lived by. Now I looked like some combination of the marlboro man and Harley rider. Both were true in their own way, but neither group paid me to rep the products to which I was loyal. Nevertheless, she either liked the package or realized I was the lesser of two evils, she would determine later if she was right? "I need to get out of here, and I need you to do it." I cocked my brow, not surprised at the request.

"If you keep the creep at the bar from touching me, I will do anything you want." She pressed into me, and I let my massive hands grip her tiny waist. "Later I want to know what you took...that is why he wants you, right?" I laughed, and I didn't give a shit. "Honey, if you think you are safer with me..then little Benny over there, you are bat shit crazy...but I am a helluva lot more fun."

I put my arm around her, "If you leave, I will be taking you home tonight...but not now...I am headed to a poker game...and your job is eye candy...same little moves you did on the table...make them want to think you are available to the high bidder...but you aren't!" I looked over my shoulder and gave old Ben a wink, his knuckles were white s he gripped his Bud, whatever she had done, he was pissed, or maybe she was just that good of a fuck?

I started to walk out, clearly taking possession, "Okay Darlin, last chance, are you sure this is the ride you want?"

 

[wickedpen]

Being a senior in Anthropology at the university across town, Nick was not my usual type but this summer had gone from bad to worse when my boyfriend went to the shore for work and left me here. Then I got a little careless and did all of Ben's stash. He apparently needed to turn that to make his payment, to some unknown entity but I knew Ben was scared of him.

It was starting to come together as Ben was visibly nervous at the bar. I had burrowed my tiny arm between meat heads rock hard muscular ribs, did not even know ribs could have muscle, and bulging biceps and triceps and god know what else, he was a mountain of flesh and he had taken a liking to me, or so I thought. He was escorting me past Ben with a flare I had to admit. Then again the gun under her other arm did explain some things but I was being bad and this was headed into the night like a freight train running late.

Outside in the cooler air of night the music still buzzed in my ears as I said "thanks" up into Nick's handsome face.

"Poker? Eye candy? Sure. You just saved my ass so let me pay it back." I said like the first time I was in a corral with a wild stallion. It was nerve racking and exciting and emotional and wild and I felt that in spades feeling the indecency of every moment of Nick's life and if that would be fun to go with?

I lit another cigarette and twisted my boot toe in the gravel, "I don't know if you could square that with him or something, that might really help me out too." I said trying to wrap my head around the permutations of the nights events.

Getting no immediate response on the bigger ask, I was in for the poker. I had no where to go and a head full of cock and a few beers in me.

"Woo Hoo! Let's ride soldier boy." I said probably crossing all kinds of red lines but letting my body and clear availability beg my forgiveness, and in that is my drunken persona. I slid my arm into his as he led me to his chariot. I looked up and smiled, "you don't even know my name, do you?"

It was his stone immovability when confronted with something he does not understand or is unwilling to accept that caught me off guard. I was used to professor types who could do mental gymnastics rarely echoed in the bed. Not men who are on a steel cable of fate and charging into it, no matter the thickness of the wall it leads through. Oh did I want to be that wall with that cable pulling his hard ass, oh yeah.

"It's Pixie" I said with a wicked grin. I gave him the silly name Ben called me. What was I going to say "Susan"?

"' cause i am sweet like sugar and always using a straw." I say with a smile that brings a smile to even your good looking chiseled mug. I did not however reveal that Pixie is a name Ben called me, when we were speaking. Ben is a real words man. So yeah me and Ben hooked up a few times. There I said it. I am not telling Nick that. I am trying not to be the slutty college girl slumming in the local bars for a cheap thrill.

"So where are we off to Kenny Rogers?" I said but seeing his confused expression, "The Gambler?" breaking into a deep sing song, "you gotta know when to hold em.." I felt like I was moving a million miles an hour in a stationary universe and I wanted more and Nick seemed smitten and entry into an illicit world I only watched in movies. As an anthropology student it was like a psychedelic trip into deep field research.

 

[Homerun2611]

She had no idea who I was, frankly no one around here did, not even my quasi business partner behind the bar over there. Those that dealt with me tended to make me out to be what they wanted, if they wanted, or needed, if they needed something. No one from back home would recognize me if they ran into me, actually they had and didn’t, that kid likely died somewhere in Afghanistan four years ago, the rest died at Walter Reed.

I had been as yankee doodle as any kid who ever grew up in this country. I grew up in Raleigh Durham, played baseball and football, started ROTC club, mister all American. From the moment I got into the Academy I knew I wanted to be a seal, a hero, and then I got there. It’s a long story, with very few happy tails, I loved the guys I was with, but we did some bad things, had worse things done to us, got captured, tortured, waterboarded, the whole deal. When I got out, it took six months for Docs to help me sleep through a single night, now I make most. I settled and took my pension in one lump $300 grand payment. I bought a used Harley, and somehow ended here.

If I learned anything over there it was the power of force and the black market. She was working for something, working me for something, but what? Hard to think that little girl could have found too much trouble, and what she did, I probably had a hand in somehow. My stake allowed me to get positioned running the local rackets, drugs and gambling, slowly but surely I moved up and down market, now I had gambling, drugs, prostitution, if you needed a vice in this hick county, I probably had say in the distribution.

She put her arm in mine, I put my hand on her waist. I wanted no question from Ben who she was with, at least for now, she was safe, as long as that was true. I gave her the chance to go, something no one had given me. "Poker? Eye candy? Sure. You just saved my ass so let me pay it back." I only laughed, “Sugar, that’s just the appetizer.”

She scuffed the ground, here it came, her body language showed more guilt than fear or passion, "I don't know if you could square that with him or something, that might really help me out too." I turned, looked out toward the gravel road that lead to the highway, the answer was I could, I had yet to decide if I wanted to, instead I just looked back at her. “Ready?”

"Woo Hoo! Let's ride soldier boy." I didn’t laugh, I didn’t smirk, just looked at her, “then let’s start this.” I had the money to change it, but I still rode that Harley. I walked her over, patted the seat and looked at her, “my chariot” I smirked. She looked at me with excited eyes, "you don't even know my name, do you?" I shook my head, no, I hadn’t thought it important before. "It's Pixie…" The grin did make me smile, for a moment she was almost innocent. “…cause i am sweet like sugar and always using a straw." It wasn’t real, but it was funny.

She made a crack about Kenny Rogers, the Gambler, the song, I liked it. We had been hovering at this a while, and with one small tug, I pulled her light little body and pressed it against me, and kissed her, the kind of kiss your entire body feels, she was good. “Pixie works, suits you…but darlin, you’re the gambler…I’m just playing cards!”

We hopped on my bike, no helmets, but I did give her an extra set of ray bans. Forty five minutes later, we were at a gated entrance, being let in by guards….she didn’t say a word and I rode up, and was let in by the servants. Inside was the governor, and one of the wealthiest men in the state, at their sides were girls in lingerie, who were likely younger than their daughters.


“Nick…good to see you!” He lied. From my pocket I pulled nearly 10 oz. of the finest Columbia had to offer, street value almost $60k. My stake in the game was $40k, the rest my political contribution. We walked into the back and down the stairs to a private room. Three other prominent businessmen, several more girls. My contribution would make sure they had a helluva party afterward, we would be long gone.

I saw the shock in her eyes, “Not what you expected…make no mistake, just like those girls, we are the entertainment, not the guests, let’s win some fucking money and get out of here…” I pulled up the chair and made sure Pixie was behind me….the game was Texas Hold ‘em, the starting blinds were $100 small blind, $200 big, the dealer was from the local casino. My first draw was pocket cowboys, it just might be a good night….

 

[wickedpen]

The expression crossfire hurricane comes to mind as the men look with blatant disregard and the women suppress their screeches as they claw at you with their eyes. I kinda understood enough poker to know Nick was winning. As the Govenor lost more and more money, excusing himself to the back room I finally asked, "want some company?"

I was bored and not sure how to help Nick and could use a toot. The governor was early sixties, good looking in a clean cut republican way and from the amount of scotch and coke he was doing and how far the teen on his chair arm put her tongue down his throat he was not the "Saved by Jesus" fella his campaign commercials lead you to believe.

"Family Man!" cut to the girls hand in his lap.

"Patriot!" South American coke and European whiskey.

"Christian!" groping my full tits as he pushed me against a wall.

I let him go on until he was kissing me.

"How about" I slipped from his grip and found the rolled bill near the cock. "you can watch my ass as I take this line?" I pulled my jacket aside and gave him a nice full view of my nice skinny ass in perfect Levis. I took my time with the line and then half the other, and it was fucking good stuff. I slowly stood as my jacket returned across my ass.

"Good coke" I said to him with a vacant look as my head emptied and filled all at once.

His eyes went to my chest and just as quickly I reached for the doorknob. He grabbed my hand on the knob. We froze as I stared at him. I could see the lust in his eyes, the life force that had propelled him now finely tuned into lust for me.

"Let's walk out and I won't have to tell Mrs Harris that her husband, the Governor, raped me at a coke fueled poker game." I said trying to make myself as big as I could, still tiny compared to him. He did not immediately release me, but his good ole boy smile appeared and he threw open the door and held his hand out of me to go first.

Bipolar does not even begin to describe the change. I kept cool, although shaken from the interaction. I went back and kissed Nick's ear as his hand fell onto my ass pulling me close to him.

"I want to go." I said more breathless than I intended, "please."

 

[Homerun2611]

The men in the room were pigs, incredibly powerful pigs, but I held no delusions. I was here because I was their dealer, four weeks ago I had similarly delivered a package to the governor, along with the youngest fillie in my stable, she was 18, but could have passed for 2-3 years younger and I had been instructed someone at the residence had requested exactly that. The Governor had me escorted into his library, and as he inspected my “goods” he had mentioned a poker game.

That night I had shit cards, but still walked up $20 grand. People think Poker is about the cards, it isn’t it is about the tell. There is a great line in the movie Rounders, the best poker movie ever, “there is a sucker in every game. If you can’t spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, it means you are the sucker.” The Governor was the sucker, but the other three politicians were almost as bad, only the hotel tycoon could play, and early on he nodded to me that he wouldn’t slow my roll. As I gathered my winnings, I had seen the anger in their pompous Ivy league faces.

This morning, came the request from his special assistant to bring the coke, and I was invited to stay and what the buy-in was. I wondered if he had solely set this up to get his money back, but when the players were the same, I knew it didn’t matter. I was also told there might be a pre or post game. I knew they wanted payback, but tonight my cards were good, and I already had the large stack when the Governor excused himself. I figured he was getting some white powder courage, and hadn’t noticed Pixie leave until she came back adjusting herself and sniffing. They hadn’t been gone long enough to fuck, the old boy would need time, plus he looked pissed. I snarled a slight smile as she came over, I gripped her ass, as she leaned in, "I want to go…please." She was either horny or scared, and I stared through him as he sat down. No way he had the balls to rape her, but he might have been handsy, served the bitch right, good coke doesn’t come free.

I pulled Pixie down to sit on my lap, and turned so only she could hear. “We’re not going anywhere, until I’m done….and remember, “you will do anything I wanted”….” I reached around and popped her button on her jeans. “Take them off, I need a diversion…then on my lap for a little show!” Every eye at the table had watched me open her pants….every cock in the place was hardening….this game was just about over...at least the card playing part!

 

[wickedpen]

OK, so tonight is going from bad to worse. The first thing I saw as Nick turned into Dick was the Governor's smiling face as he rubbed what must have been a sizable cock through his dark grey suit pants.

Drinking in the afternoon can lead Pixie to some bad decisions. A few beers at the river and then a shower and what to wear.

I stepped back from Nick and slowly unzipped my jeans. I looked at him as I stepped out of them wearing nothing on my shaven mound.

"Rough rider!" the Governor shouted seeing no panties or thong. I stood humiliated half naked and only then realized what was about to happen. The bubble of privilege will often leave you unprepared for the realities of life. A ride on a motorcycle from a guy with a gun who is now telling me to strip, after being "approached" by the Governor, should not be surprising but it was.

I stood almost dizzy as I saw the open mouths and drunken urges bubbling behind leering eyes.

I knew this would not simply be me sitting while they played cards. Sometimes it is just a "what the fuck" moment and you have to choose a path.

I turned back to Nick and looked at him, "facing you, or the table?"

 

[Homerun2611]

At least the little girl knows the score, she has made a deal with the devil and will now find what the actual toll will be? She did as told, stepping back and slipping off her skinny jeans. "Mmmm" I thought, but did not reveal my tell, to them....or her. I smirked at her shaven mound, "Rough rider!" There it was as the allure of the almost prepubescent look on her waif like frame, I knew held an enticement to the man in charge of our fair state.

"That's how we like our women, right Governor?" I tempted him, as nervous looks were exchanged around the table. "Is she a pro, one of your stable Nick?" Said George Thompson, the dignified Republican whip, in the state house. I could almost hear him calculating the cost I might charge for him to do the types of things that lingered in the heart hidden beneath the starched white shirt and red, blue and gold tie he wore.

"Not yet." I smirked. "facing you, or the table?" I knew the tone in her voice, a combination of fear and false bravado. "Let's give them a show...." I winked as I literally lifted her up so she straddled my one leg. She was small on my lap and as I pulled her back against my chest, I felt her heart racing. I pressed in slightly nibbling her ear, but speaking so only she heard. "It is your choice, you can enjoy this or not...." I sun my teeth into her ear lobe for the briefest of moments, as my large hand covered her mound, and my middle finger slipped inside, pressing up her soft, pink slit, unti my finger tip found her button and attempted to coax it out.

Every eye was following my finger, and the as I looked up I heard, RIP!!! As the Governor tore off the thin lingerie of the ingenue on his lap. "Hey!" she mistakingly said as she made a failed attempt to cover up, but all propriety was gone. He was staring as I slowly began to finger the girl that had moments ago rebuffed him, I was also sitting there with by far the big stack at the table, this time up nearly $120, 000. It was too much for him.

"Shut the fuck up you little cunt....You know why you're here and if he can have it...so can I" He put his cards on the table as one hand pushed between her legs, and the other fondled her breasts. It was the farthest thing from sensuous possible. Almost on command I watched as th other young girls, simply stood up and peeled off their silk and lace uniforms.


I had raised the stakes, and the others were trying to match...yet, I had the big stack, Ace, King of spades in my hand, a nice shaved pussy in the other. I bet $5 grand, filled with the testosterone of the moment, all players matched. Next there were three small spades on the flop...and this hand was over, but I had to reel them in. I checked, and watched their smirk, as the Governor tried to bluff and bet another $5, I called. The turn delivered a queen of hearts, no help for me, but hopefully matched for them, increasing their confidence. Sure enough, the Senator raised $10 grand, this meant that no one had more than $30 grand left in front of them, except for me. I simply called.

The river, produced a two of clubs, seemingly no help to anyone as it didn't match any of the other top cards, and there were no pairs on the board which meant the best hand possible for anyone was a flush, lesser than mine as I held the ace. The senator did me a favor and went all in, my guess was he either had three queens or two pair, queens high, the others who the fuck knows, but they weren't beating me.

I played the part, "You matched that queen, didn't you, you cocksucker!" I pushed a second finger in her now wet twat, so at least Pixie's body was somewhat engaged, whether she wanted it to be or not. I rolled my neck and then stared at the Governor. "I tell you what....not only will I match, but I'll bet this little bitch too...whoever wins this pot gets 20 minutes with her...free of charge, whatever you want, right Pixie? Take your top off, let them see the entire package..." It wasn't a question...it was a command! I pushed my stack on the table, "I'm all in!"

 

[wickedpen]

Bad to worse, or possibly out of the frying pan into the fire. Nick was a gentle giant who had shown me his gentle, now came the rough Nick. His jeans were surprisingly soft under me as his rippled muscular leg knotted and flexed against me. Then he literally 'grabbed my pussy." I was shocked until his finger quickly found my wet folds and the coke and drinks and pheromones took over.

I had a hard time with poker normally, but with Nick's thick rough finger exploring me, as the Governor and other high ranking government officials watched. It was yoga to keep from cumming right there.

"What the fuck?" I heard myself say as Nick tossed 20 minutes with me to sweeten the pot.

Seeing the other girls stripped and stripping voluntarily I got the sense this was how these things go.

"You better have the winning cards asshole." I said grinding on his hand and leg, subconsciously. I felt like it was some honky-tonk and I was on the electric bull, and it felt palm biting good.

Things stopped, hands paused grabbing a girl or a girl would freeze with her hand around a cock. You could have heard a pin drop as the cards fell for all the money and me.

It is at moments like this that I felt guilty, imagining if my dear mother could see her little princess, high and naked in a illicit gambling orgy with the Governor. She might think it's moving up compared to the car salesman who stripped, fondled and fucked at his whim she married.

 

[Homerun2611]

I don't rape women, I don't have to, and although in no way was this her idea or conscious desire, her body could not hide its enjoyment. My fingers are thick and strong, but agile with the dexterity to push many buttons, many types of ways.

I held her by the pussy, she couldn't move, and as two strong finger curled inside her quickly wet cunt, the third, my index finger fount her swollen clit. I had to be careful so that my diversion didn't distract me, instead of my audience.

The hand was playing out, almost like I had written a script. I bit into her neck, "I bet you thought you wouldn't like being on display....you were wrong!" I fucked her with my fingers, and as I pressed on her clit I felt her press down on my leg. If she were a dog I would have had to shake her before she dry humped cum up and down my jeans. For her, it was all part of the show.

I put in my bet, this would clean them all out but one, and he would gladly walk away, I would give him a cut later. Then I upped it, made an offer they couldn't refuse, HER! Teasingly I asked if she understood, she was now quite literally on the table? I couldn't help but chuckle as she complied in her own way, "What the fuck?"

Her eyes were barely watching, as I felt her grind into me, "You better have the winning cards asshole." She was actually getting a rhythm, with my cock getting harder and harder as I felt her edge. "I'm touched, but I expect a fuck of a lot more than 20 minutes, but it's a start."

The rest of the hand laid down as predicted, the senator had matched the queens, and the Governor had a low straight. I stood up and pushed her on the table, her hands catching her fall. "Rake it in, we just won $140..." She was just extending her arms when the governor said, "And?"

"You want to watch?" I pressed my hand down on her back as I undid my belt. The Governor pushed his young "date" down on her knees as she undid his zipper. My pants around my knees, even they swallowed when they saw the length and thickness of the snake I pulled out.

My hand moved from her back to her hair. "You ever been fucked in the open like this? Anyway I wanted....I want it like this...." I ran my cock up and down her wet slit, and pressed the head to her door. "Tell me...tell them....that this is what you want!"

Whether she said it or not, she was getting fucked, it was what my customers demanded....it would make them even more fearful and loyal....

 

[wickedpen]

Crazy times indeed. I went from being unable not to fuck Nick's hand to being on the table. I looked around, probably like a trapped dog.

"You want to watch?" Nick said arrogantly.

"You have got to be kidding..." I said still on my hands and knees surrounded by criminals and even worse, politicians.

The Governor pushed his girl down in front of him and pulled out his fully hard cock. He did not need to say or do another thing as it disappeared into her mouth.

I looked back at Nick, now holding one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen, anywhere. He held it for display before it hardened. Then he moved closer. He grabbed my hair and nearly impaled me on his cock, thankfully just sliding up between us.

"Tell me...tell them....that this is what you want!" Nick said. I mad eye contact with the men at the table, all now with this cocks out either in their own hand or being serviced. It reminded me or a sorortiy mixer that went sideways one night.

"OH yeah, I want it. I want that massive cock so bad." I said unconsciously rocking forward to insure my words were true.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had her pressed down, and I saw first the desire in their eyes, and then the intimidation of waching me so boldly take this little treat the had just watched fucking my hand. She heard me ask, if they wanted to watch? "You have got to be kidding..." I wasn't. She was a sexy little piece, but this was as much to show them my power as it was to enjoy her tight, wet little cunt...that was just icing, tasty icing, on the proverbial cake!

I watched the men try to similarly take command, they were awkward, but their weren't any virgins in the room, the girl's knew why they were in the room, well all but Pixie, but she was going to learn fast. It was time to go to work, as zippers came down, and cocks were taken into slutty hands and mouths.

I felt her stretch as I pressed my head into her opening, and then grabbing her hair, drove in balls deep. Holding her head back, the other hand pressed in her back, I had leverage and it took little time to develop a nice rhythm into my willing receptacle. "Tell me...tell them....that this is what you want!"

I held her so they looked right into her gorgeous young eyes, merchandise on display. They could watch her lips, "OH yeah, I want it. I want that massive cock so bad." Maybe she did know what this was all about, or maybe I just got lucky. CRACK! My hand came down on her ass. "There we go, you sexy little bitch....you know what Daddy wants!"

Slap, slap, slap...my strong legs drove up into her, lifting her ass a little as I drove in deep, and felt her crash down on the table my absorbing some of my weight. "Mmmm, yeah...fuck you are good....she takes this big cock no problem....Fuck Yeah!!!!" Over and over i drove into her, feeling her push back as he pussy grabbed me and held me tight!

Over and over I pounded in as her moans got higher in tone and more frequent...I wanted to feel her cum...and when her legs went taught and she screamed out...I felt her bathe my shaft in her juices.

I lifted her up as I exited, only to pull her up to me..."Nice job...now finish me..." As I pushed her down on her knees...."I kept her clean for you boys...$500 to whoever's next...but she stays here...guy or girl...and only one more before I take her out?" I looked around as she took me in her mouth. She was now officially a whore..."Me!" Came the voice from across the room....

 

[wickedpen]

I always told myself I could handle anything. Any situation I could get out of. This headstrong arrogance had taken me to some places I probably should not have gone, but whatever, YOLO. This was different. This felt different. But, it was not something I had never imagined. Even this evening the idea that there would be some epic debauchery snorting coke with the Governor or his minions. The girls who were clearly paid to look pretty and do as they were told. And Nick, the massive wall of confidence that had life by the balls and didn't even care.

But back to the story, so there I am, on the green felt table, stable enough to withstand a bar fight so it certainly could hold my one hundred ten. Money and chips and cards under me as my knees and hands tried to steady me as Nick positioned me where he wanted then used me as he wanted.

I am trying to keep my wits as he has sex with me, no he is fucking me. There is nothing about procreation, or pleasure or love. This was hedonistic big dick in hot wet pussy fucking. And I was ok with that, not that I had a lot of choice. Strangely it felt wonderful and being watched I was discovering was real turn on as the Governor stared lasers though me as he watched Nick steadily slide in and out of me, as his girl slid his cock in and out of her mouth.

".$500 to whoever's next." Nick said. My initial reaction was, "what the fuck you are pimping me out?" but then the cool under pressure girl says "$500 is all that is worth?" looking back at Nick admiring the red hand print on my tight ass.

I gyrated my hips grinding him in places he had not yet discovered bring a smile to his face.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was fucking close, and although this was business, I was going to fucking cum and my new little bitch here was going to swallow it. I had pulled out, keeping her pussy clean for the next, as I wasn't sure any of these prim and proper pricks could handle sloppy seconds.

I wasn't sure if suddenly being whored out was pissing Pixie off, or was a fantasy come true. She tried to play the touch little shorty, but she had college girl written all over her. Well however long it lasted, I was going to give her one hell of a story for her book or wine club some day.

I had her head in my hands, and watched as she tried to open her throat to accommodate my big cock. I slowed down, as her gagging was not going to do any of us any good. I had made the offer, "Me!" I looked across and I saw her. She was with the Senator, but I was pretty sure she wasn't a pro either. "Well...us...we can share her...right...Sir!"

I almost fucking burst out in laughter, as I swear I thought the old boys veins were going to pop, the ones at his temples, not his smallish cock. He looked at her, suddenly realizing his luck, "Fuck yeah...we're next!" Pixie rolled her tongue across my slit, and teased my balls just right and I popped...she did better than expected taking down almost my entire load.

She dutifully cleaned my cock, "Okay...both of you it is, but that will be $1,000!" I received no objection, although what exactly this right wing douche bag thought he was going to do with two girls was yet to be seen. I didn't give a shit, this was all about getting chits and information...Pixies was proving her worth...and I hadn't even gotten her alone yet...she was working off her debt, and there was something I was enjoying too...who knows where this night was going...."Okay Senator....you're up!"

 

[wickedpen]

It might have been the scene or the drugs or Nick, but I somehow felt empowered. That may sound strange as I am used as a pawn and a whore and a cum receptacle but the look in the Governor's eyes as Nick started pumping his cum into my mouth and I took it, sucking every last drop before taking a huge gulp of air.

"$1000" Nick said and the Governor quickly agreed.

"If I am fucking that piece of shit, he's a grand alone." I said feeling strange, like a prostitute but I was making my own rules and the scandal alone could make me millions. I knew he was an old rich perv and would probably pay anything for me.

Nick looked pleased with my negotiating as the money was thrown on the table and the naked old man came towards me. His cock was hard but the rest of him was not.

"Let's start with that dirty bitch mouth." he said grabbing my jaw and pushing me down in front of him.

I burned with anger but did as he asked. I took him in my mouth. I burned holes in him as I looked up at him leering down.

I took him in my fist after a minute and pumped him.

"Remember Florence Johnson?" I asked in a seductive voice. I could tell it rang a bell but not quite. "She was an intern about twenty years ago on your first campaign?" I explained.

He tried to move my mouth back on his cock but i resisted,

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I said, not wanting to break our little conversation. I sat up on the poker table and he stood between my legs.

"She was eighteen and you were drunk!" I said and he added the emphasis pushing into me.

"Shut up whore." he grunted as he groped my tits painfully.

I laid back and let him do as he wanted.

"She was blonde? Looked kinda like me?" I said as he was only half listening as he was nearly ready to finish his time with me. I pulled him down as he was moaning "I'm cumming!" which was apparently a rare things these days.

"She did not use the abortion money as you intended." I hissed holding him against me.

He cried "Oh God!"

"And now your coming in your illegitimate daughter you sick fuck!" I said as he pushed himself away from me.

He was speechless, as was everyone else in the room. I dressed and walked out, followed by Nick.

"That was all bullshit." I said before breaking into laughter with Nick. as I climbed on the back of the bike.

 

[Homerun2611]

Okay, Pixie surprised me...which isn't easy to do...and in a very good way! "If I am fucking that piece of shit, he's a grand alone." I'm not sure how I didn't burst out in laughter. Most girls are either scared shitless in moments like that, or think they are worthless. The fact she knew she was about to be my whore and still had the balls to demand more...well, she was worth keeping a little longer.

The next scene played out like some greek comedy or tragedy...the look on that mother or should I say daughter fucker's face was priceless...her timing perfect, just as he came...fuck it was perfect!

I knew how bad the Governor wanted her, I could have probably got ten grand, but tonight had been lucrative enough...we were up a couple hundred...as flush as I had been in a while. I tossed her, her clothes, "We're out of here, I think that's enough tonight!" The Governor moved toward me, "Enough...." I looked at the Senator, his eyes were wide, catatonic, "I think we've partied enough Governor"

By the time we reached the bike, I had my arm around her, "That was all bullshit." Fuck we laughed...."All of it...the...who was it....Florence Johnson?" Jesus I laughed, "Get on the bike....what kinda bottle you like....I'm taking you home!"

We hit the liquor store on Hwy 1, and rode for twenty minutes down the highway and another ten on the gravel road to my place. It was out in the middle of nowhere, I had a big hammock hung between two palm trees. It was the kinda night with a million stars, a near full moon, the kind I always slept outside, a gun nearby in case of coyotes. I brought out two glasses and some ice...."Helluva night huh...now tell me....what and who are you runnin from?"

 

[wickedpen]

Pulling out into the night on the back of Nick's motorcycle gave me a second to think.

"Holy shit!" I thought as I replayed the last few hours. I had been with seven guys in my life before tonight. I was a suburban kid at twenty two, playing a fantasy I had more than once played to fruition alone.

The feel of the felt under my knees as Nick was behind me filled me with desire as I reached around and ran my hand over his soft packed crotch. After all this the wind through my unhelmeted hair was invigorating and I was feeling so alive.

Even the governor, which any other time would have been a disgustingly revolting idea was somehow hot.

"YOLO" I thought I took the bottle in the brown bag from Nick as he mounted the bike again.

It dawned on me as the bike pushed through the gravel that Nick had taken me to the middle of no where. Nobody was going to hear me scream, I just hoped it was the good kind of screaming.

 

[Homerun2611]

Who was this chick? She had come up to the biggest, baddest dude in the bar and chosen me to help her out of her mess. She had rolled into the Governor's and taken every punch, stripped down, fingered and ogled to take guys off their game, and then fucked not once but twice in plain view. She had been wet when I took her, and she pushed back giving as good as she got. She was either an Oscar winner or she had no problem being taken in public and having an orgasm while on display. Next whored out, she negotiated a better price and then scared the shit of a man who I had assumed had no soul.

I gave her the bottle of Jack Daniel's and got back on the bike, "Hold on....I want to get home" Neither of us wore helmets, just sun glasses to hide the wind, both manes blowing in the wind. I realized I liked her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding tight, but not scared. There was no way, this wasn't all knew to her...look at her nails, her hair, she was not used to this life, but here she was.

The dust flew as I drove down the gravel road to my house, stars filled the sky, the outline of mesa's barely visible as my only neighbors. I had the glasses in my hand and I opened the bottle and poured two drinks as she stood there, setting them down on the bike seat. I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her t up over her head, revealing her nice perky young tits, and then pulled her waist into kiss me. "I asked you once...who or what are you running from....trust me I don't give a shit, I just want to know if I can fix it...I liked what you did tonight...."

My hand slid to her jeans, and unbuttoned them, and then I turned and took the glasses and pointed toward the hammock. "Earlier...that was a show...and was fun...but now...it's just us...whatcha got baby girl?"

 

[wickedpen]

The stillness of the night, save the crickets rattling their nocturnal hiss, was shocking as the motorcycle now ticked as the heat it had built up now eased out of the metal back into the air. Nick was cute in a army ranger gone rogue kinda way. Not someone I would bring home to Stephanie Wilkins Thanksgiving Family dinner but someone who had haunted some of my darker fantasies.

"Who are you running from?" was an odd question from this outlaw I thought as I eventually turned the question on myself and saw it made pretty good sense to ask.

He pulled my tee shirt off. We were in the middle of nowhere and what did I care at this point? His tongue is long and thick in my mouth as he kisses me, and I like it. His fingers open my jeans with evil intent.

The evenings events were catching up with me as Nick directed me towards the hammock and asked, "whatcha got baby girl?"

I dropped my jeans and in my best philosophy student doing a porn shoot said "I am running from death." It was corny I knew but turning and walking naked in the pale light of the single flood light on the house towards the hammock, I knew my ass looked great and I worked it, knowing he would not look to deeply into who I was, inversely correlated to how deeply he can get his body into mine.

Standing next to the hammock I turned and said "can I have my drink now?"

 

[Homerun2611]

I didn't really care what she said, and wasn't sure why I cared. This wasn't going to last, none of them did, but for some reason I was interested in her story. She was a sexy little spinner, clearly no angel, but not used up either. The girl liked to fuck and did so willingly, but she was still tight, and even at my size, I still appreciated a tight little snatch.

We broke the kiss and as she slipped out of her jeans, following up on my initiation, I watched as for the first time I got to enjoy her head to toe. "That is one nice little package!" I snarled as I rolled out of my tight jeans and boxer briefs and peeled my shirt off. The moon gave each of our bodies a sculpted glow. My tatted shoulder and right arm showed a serpant in full fight. Not sure why I stopped there except I liked how it looked. Before dropping my pants to the ground I grabbed a joint and lighter from my pocket. "I am running from death."

I laughed and watched her hot little body as she turned not waiting for a response. "Don't run too fast...if you're looking for kicks Princess, nothing creates adrenaline like walking that line." There was more honestly in that statement than she probably realized. That was the problem wasn't it, ever since I got back, nothing created that kick, no matter how much trouble I chased, not matter how dark my dealings.

She knew I was watching as she walked away, any girl with that fine of an ass does...and they are lying if they say they don't enjoy it. She turned back, "can I have my drink now?" I picked up the glass, I felt that throb in my cock, she was priming the pump and the beast was responding to the bait. It wouldn't take much to make me hard and wanting....

Handing her her glass, I raised it up clicking...."How's your night going?" I took a long sip, looking into what can only be described as spectacular eyes, and then flicking my lighter, I lit up the joint. Holding it, I held it out for her to take the first draw....

I sat down on the hammock and then leaned forward to lift her on top of me, legs straddling my abs, the joint in her one hand, whiskey in the other. I motioned for her to hand down the cigarette and deeply inhaled, this was good stuff, very good, a perk of being in the business. "I like to fuck slow while I smoke, you?...at least the first time." I looked her body up and down, just imagining all the ways I planned to enjoy it.. and then I lifted her small body so her hot little pussy, hovered over my now very ready, very hard cock...

 

[wickedpen]

When a girls fills her spare time with writing erotic fantasy and that shit happens, well I think you can understand. Nick the dick, as I would later describe him was enormous. Biggest man I hope I ever see. Jesus christ! I mean unusually large, OK? He gets me high and drunk after watching me whore myself and now wants a long slow screw in his hammock? This was last Sunday night after finishing my paper.

I pushed him back into the hammock as I took my last drag and drained my glass. Was not ready for that but I knew I would need it. His monster cock was hardly stiff and enormous. I took it in my hand like a log of wood or something. It felt like an arm, from when I worked in a blood bank. I held it as such.

"Anybody ever tell you you have a really big dick?" I said to him as my hand lifted him and squeezed him. I turned an used two hands to really get around him.

He grunted approvingly as I straddled his thighs on the hammock. Not an easy task in my inebriated state but, he was a rock, and growing.

"You like me don't you?" I said as I leaned down and raised and lowered my hands around his stiffening cock. I dropped my head and took his head into my mouth. I had to try, but could only take less than half of him before gagging. I smiled wiping saliva from my chin as he smiled.

I moved forward using his chest as my hand holds slowly shimmied by hips up over him. I nearly came dragging my clit along his cock. I think he knew and liked it. Leaned forward and kissed him as he lay almost motionless with his hands behind his head.

"I'll do all the work." I said reaching down underneath me and getting him right where...

I guess all the fun and game so far made things go a little easier the second time and I groaned as he moved into me much faster than I had anticipated. Instinctively my hips began to gyrate.

"OH god your so fucking big!" I groaned at him holding on to his chest as my hips rotated around his pillar of flesh. I managed to find a comfortable speed and returned my focus to Nick.

"That sucks about being back." I said breathlessly trying to have a conversation as my subconscious was using him like a dildo. "Maybe this will help a little?" I smile as my arms shake with stimulation.

"I have a feeling we may dance near the joining of life and death tonight." I said rising up and starting to pound myself on him, wanting more. "Some say the sensation of orgasm is a fraction of the feeling of leaving the body." I said recalling some fringe psycho-babble that came to me.

 

[Homerun2611]

I looked into her eyes as she pushed me back, this was not a look of experience, she was flying blind, but she was game, game for all of it. I couldn't help but like her, I wished her boyfriend, or whatever the fuck he was, had half her balls and moxie. And so, as she tried to take control I let her. Part of me thought about the old joke about the mouse and the elephant....the mouse thinks it is fucking the elephant and the elephant doesn't even know he's there, "Take that bitch..." the little mouse squeaks.

Well it wasn't exactly like that...I knew she was thre...and as small and tight as she was...and as big and hard as I was...I was most definitely going to feel it...we both were. I wish I could say I was always this thoughtful, I wasn't. It wasn't the intent, but I had left more than one girl torn, and whimpering over getting too heated to fast...but she handed me the joint...and I inhaled deeply, I was in no rush....I wanted us both to enjoy this...this was a girl I might just want more than once.

I watched her eyes as her small hand took me, first one than both, holding it up, rubbing stroking it, as if contemplating how she might tame my monster. She couldn't, but I could. "Anybody ever tell you you have a really big dick?" I smirked, they didn't have to tell me, I had been a legend since my first gym class, through the academy....I only nodded watching as she readied herself.

"You like me don't you?" There it was, the attitude and confidence where most girls would be either trying to run or enjoy this rare gift, she was still sizing it up, I nodded. "Darling, if I didn't you would still be at the Governor's on your third or fourth round by now." It was true...when she bid up her price and then pulled that set of bull shit...this was not a girl I was adding this was a girl I was taking home.

"Not that it matters...but I think you like me too. Your not sure what the fuck you have gotten yourself into...but your heart is pumpin and you are feeling more alive than you have in a long time...even high and drunk. You've even heard stories about big cocks...wondered...now you have it...right here....am I going to spoil you for all those little pencil dicks....What's it gonna feel like baby girl..."

She was fucking sexy, a spinner body, with a hard little body....but she was in the shute....could she ride the bareback bull? I could see it in her eyes, in every movement...never once did I see quit. She was moving and getting herself into position, "I'll do all the work." I rolled my neck back laughing, "Work? Is that what this is...I don't think it will be work darling."

I arched my back, as I felt her opening her wet little lips...."Fuck I want you..." I moaned as I felt her take me...stretching and stretching....she slid down...all the way down...grinding her little ass into me, quite literally screwing. Her hands pressed into my chest, and mine grabbed her tiny hips. "OH god your so fucking big!" I closed my eyes, pushing up, "And you are so fucking tight....feels god damn good doesnt it?"

Oh I felt the pressure, and it hurt, but it hurt so good. A tight, wet, velvet grip, she began to move faster and faster, my body grinding and reacting as she gripped and milked my python. She was babbling but moving faster and faster, eventually pounding up and down, up and down.

She was babbling, talking...I was just fucking...getting fucked...enjoying every tight squeze, every bounce of her hot little body. I grabbed her waist and driver her up and down...."Her body shook spastically as she cmae...her juices flowing down...gave me just the slight release I needed to finally fire....it was so good....I drover her body up and down...she was spent...gone...but I wasn't done...I felt every muscle tense...and every but of energy exploded from my cock as I fired and fired and fired into her tight womb....I arched and held as my final salvo fired, and then I pulled her down kissing her. Our bodies pressed tight, hers spent but our tongues still played.

The joint had fallen on my chest and suddenly we realized it was burning into both of our chests as she lifted up and I grabbed it...bringing it to my lips...and inhaling and then turning it to Pixie. "That was a great fuck...." I growled. I was still inside her, but I was starting to soften. I took anther smoke and started to laugh....finally putting my arms around her to hold her...."Yeah...I like you...." We were both breathing hard...all you could hear once again, with our moans over were the crickets and owls...the flapping of bat wings in the air...she was still draped on top of me when we fell asleep and she was still there when we heard the birds chirping at sunrise....

 

[wickedpen]

"Woah." I said to myself, unsure if I said it out loud, looking down at Nick's morning wood, in the morning sun. He was sleeping so I did not move a muscle as the night began to come into focus.

"I had the Governor fuck me last night!" I screamed inside my head. "You told him you were his illegitimate love child and now your prostitute in the greatest mind fuck ever. The gloating over the clever turn of events turned as Nick moved a little. His hand stroking his cock nonchalantly. When his hand fell away my hand took it's place.

The cool morning breeze let me feel every inch of my naked body as I raised my leg and rubbed my own need.

"Nick?" I whispered. "Nick can we fuck again?" I said sounding like a child asking for another ride on the roller coaster, instead of the cool sexy babe he scored last night in a card game.