Samantha's Game

[StarXChyld]

OOC: Wanted: A few good men to help me with Samantha’s Personal Challenge. The role of the Circle K Cowboy has already been filled however. . .please PM me with you’d like to be included in one of Samantha's future challenges. ::winx::

IC: Samantha peered over the top of her sunglasses at the sign ahead. Circle K. Just what she’d been looking for. A Snickers bar and water sounded perfect right about now. Her sultry blue eyes shifted to the motel across the street from the Circle K. — The Snuggle Inn.

Hmmm, maybe she’d kill two birds with one stone out here in the desert.

Criss-crossing the country in her little red T-bird has left her bored and just a little bit twisted. She’d started a game with herself to spice up the long road trips and to prove to herself that at 40, she was still desirable. Standing at 5’8, with long blonde hair and a killer body, it wasn’t hard to convince the boys.

The object of the game was to select a certain requirement of the next stranger she would fuck. One time it had to be a red-head, the next one’s first name had to be Bill, another had to be wearing a red tie with blue strips and so on. Once she had found her "chance" encounter, she would seduce him and leave him gratefully spent as she drove off into the sunset.

While she liked a challenge, she also didn’t want to make the "chance" requirement so difficult that she would frustrate her incredibly high libido. For this particular drive though the desert she’d decided her man of the moment would have to have dark sideburns and a feather in his cowboy hat. She was betting that Circle K would be able to fill all her desires.

Pulling up to the front door, she killed the engine and slid out of the car, slipping on her high heels. She always drove barefoot and pantiless, just to toy with the truckers. She’s pull up alongside of a rig and wait until she had the driver’s undivided attention. Then she’d pull up the hem of her skirt to reveal her shaved pussy. Depending on how naughty she was feeling, she’d stroke herself and suck her glistening fingers until the poor guy was about to drive off the highway. Then she’d shift into high gear and leave him in the dust.

Ahh, the things one does to assume themselves on the open road.

The icy blast of A/C inside the Circle K brought her nipples to attention and she shivered delightfully as she headed over to the cooler to get an Evian. As she approached the front counter, a wicked grin spread over her lips. She’d hit pay dirt! Behind the cash register stood her new challenge.

Although he had long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, his L-shaped sideburns were definitely dark brown and there was a turquoise feather in the Stetson tipped over his eyes. His biceps were bulging under the sleeves of his white T-shirt and Samantha was almost afraid to look at his gorgeous tight ass in his faded jeans for fear at jumping over the counter and taking him right there and then!

Instead, she brushed a stray lock of blonde hair from her sparkling blue eyes and grabbed a Snickers bar, laying it on the counter next to her water.

"That’ll be all, ma’am?" he drawled politely.

"Not hardly. . ." she murmured, trying to get a better look at his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat.

A set of penetrating blue eyes met hers and he arched a brow, "Cuse’ me?"

Samantha swallowed hard. This was the best part of the game. . .the chase. She could feel her stomach tightening with anticipation.

She couldn’t wait to ride this cowboy!

 

[MBS1969]

Hank Tripplehorn

I really didn't want to be here, stuck in the stupid shop, sellings stupid things to stupid people. When had my life become such a waste of time? I was half way through my shift and trying to watch the Braves take on the Cubs when the bell above the door rang. I sighed to myself, another interruption, another flaming hick wanting smokes or soda. Looking up I saw those legs, they seemed to have a presence all of their own, long bare legs.

It took a couple of minutes for me to even check out the person attached to them and when I did I caught my breath slightly. Sure she was a little more mature than the trailer park whores I usually fucked on a Saturday night. God damn it though, she was a looker, a real top quality broad and that long blonde hair made her look like some sort of model.

She bent over the cooler to get a bottle of water and I admired her ass, very shapely and what I could do if I could only get a piece of that. She approached the counter and I cast a glance at her low cut top to see that her breasts were as full as her ass. Snapping myself out of fantasy land, cos I could never get a chick like this in a million years, I watched her lay her purchases in front of me.

I asked if she'd done and she answered cryptically with words that made little sense to me. I presumed my daydream had affected my hearing so excused myself. Not receiving a reply I rung up her purchases and eyed her curiously from beneath my hat.

"That's a buck twenny"

I watched as she fiddled with her purse and handed me a hundred.

"Do you not have anything smaller miss?"

She was looking me up and down and I was beginning to feel a little nervous, was she gonna pull a gun or something? I knew it was an occupational hazard and if I had to be shot it might as well be by a babe, but I wasn't ready to die today and I wanted to see the end of the game too.

 

[StarXChyld]

She handed him a hundred-dollar bill and watched as he frowned at it. "Do you not have anything smaller, Miss?"

She shook her head playfully and happily noted that his eyes were firmly locked on her full, ripe breasts. "Sorry. I’m afraid I all I have are large bills. Is that alright?"

The cowboy shrugged and broke the bill, handing her back her change. Samantha decided it was time to make her play.

Running her fingertips down the middle of her cleavage, she swept her other hand through her long hair and thrust out her chest. "Damn, it’s sweltering out there. I’m so hot and sweaty. . .I could really use a nice cool shower."

The cowboy’s eyes were glued to her slender hand caressing the tops of her dewy mounds and he nodded silently. This was going to be more difficult than she had thought. The boy needed prodding.

She picked up the bottle of water and ran it across her breastbone, letting the stray droplets run down the front of her blouse. The cowboy watched mesmerized. "I don’t suppose you’d know where I could get a nice cool shower and a big juicy steak?"

The cowboy’s manners finally kicked in and he lifted his eyes to hers once more. "Huh? Oh yeah, sure! The Snuggle Inn right across the street a ways. . .They got a decent cut of meat over there and their rooms are clean too."

"Really? Hmmm, I do like my meat thick and juicy. So you’d recommend it then?" She flashed him her most dazzling smile.

"Yes, ma’am!" He smiled at her innocently.

Almost to the point of exasperation, she leaned over the counter slightly and curled her finger at him.

He pointed at himself and when she nodded, he pushed his hat back on his head and leaned in.

Her breath was warm against his cheek. "I hate to eat alone. . .will you share it with me?"

"Pardon?" He stepped back slightly and looked at her quizzically.

She wasn’t going to let this one get away. He was going to be so much fun to play with. She loved corrupting the sweet and innocent ones. Grabbing the front of his T-shirt, she pulled him back over the counter until their noses were almost touching. Her voice was low and throaty. "I asked if you’d share your meat with me, Cowboy."

She could see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he tried to comprehend what she was saying. Relieving his confusion, she smiled darkly and ran a fingertip over his parched lips.

"Why don’t you meet me in the restaurant over there, say around 8?"

She winked at him and tapped the front of his hat down over his eyes as she sauntered back out to her car. By the time he peered out the window of the Circle K, she was gone.

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

He handed her back her change, noticing that her hand lingered on his for a second before she took it from him. She made a real point about being hot and sweaty which Hank didn't quite follow, she looked great from where he was standing. He was however becoming a little hot and bothered himself, quite a feat in the over zealous air conditioning.

Her hand ran over the top of her ample breasts and Hank forgot not to watch, mesmerised by her. Oh god and if she hadn't started to roll the bottle over her boobs now, oh to be one of those droplets of water trickling down her cleavage. Had she just asked him a question, Oh nuts, she had hadn't she, she was looking at him expectantly. What had she said, something about a shower and food.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure! The Snuggle Inn right across the street a ways. . .They got a decent cut of meat over there and their rooms are clean too."

Now why did she want to talk about steak with him? If she was going to rob the store he wished she would just get on with it. She beckoned him to her and he cautiously leant towards her. She seemed to be inviting him to lunch, Hank was confused, it didn't take much really. She reached out and grabbed him by the shirt and physically pulled him to her. It finally dawned on him at her next statement, she was propositioning him! He couldn't believe it!!

Then she was gone, as quickly as she had appeared. Hank stood behind the counter stunned, dinner at eight? He stared out of the window at the empty spot in the parking lot and wondered what he should do. She was out of his league, no doubt about it but still.... she'd come on to him. Maybe she was lonely, on a long drive and just wanted to eat with company. Yeah, that must be it, if she had an eating companion it would keep the barflys away and looking like she did, she must attract a lot of unwanted attention.

Hank convinced himself that all she wanted was a bite to eat, it was just his filthy mind making sexual innuendo out of a normal conversation. He noticed that his cock was still standing to attention in his jeans though and smiled to himself. Boy, she's had a lucky escape, if she'd given me half a chance I would have fucked her on the shop floor. Hank's macho side had come to the fore but if he was honest with himself, she had scared the life out of him.

At seven forty five Hank pulled up outside the Snuggle Inn, he didn't really know why he was here. He'd decided that she definately just wanted to share a meal with him but still he had put on his best cowboy shirt and still wore his hat which she had seemed so taken with earlier. He'd also put on cologne which he almost never wore, he didn't know why though, why make such an effort for a casual dinner.

He got out of his chevy and strode purposefully across the parking lot, his cowboy boots clomping away and his feet roasting in the heat. He paused at the door to the restaurant part of the motel, checked his watch, seven fifty. Was he going to appear to eager, what did it matter, oh for fucks sake Hank, be a man. And with that he strode through the doors and scanned the restaurant for her.

 

[StarXChyld]

Samantha had checked into the Snuggle Inn and spent the afternoon at their small but clean pool. She had returned to her room to shower and dress and at precisely 7:45, she was ready to lasso her cowboy.

Checking herself over in the mirror, she smiled at the results. Her long blonde hair shimmered softly as it cascaded over her bare shoulders. Her blue eyes smoldered under her lush lashes and her teeth were pearly white. She had chosen a simple champagne colored silk dress that clung delicately to her soft curves with a pair of matching strappy sandals. The only accessory she wore beneath was a tiny white lace thong. After the expensive boob job she’d had the year before, she rarely wore bras. Her tits were big & bouncy but still firm enough to get away with going braless as often as possible. Applying a dab of lip-gloss to her full pouting lips, she wondered how old her cowboy was and if he’d ever fucked a woman over 40. After she was finished with him, he’d never want a little girl again.

She heard a car door slam and sauntered over to her window to peek out at the parking lot. Her heart leapt in her throat as she saw him get out of his truck and walk towards the restaurant entrance. Damn, that Boy was hot! She couldn’t wait to crawl all over that incredible body that looked so good in a pair of Levi’s. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs as she imagined unwrapping him later in her room.

It was almost time. She lifted the hem of her dress and slipped a finger under the elastic of her thong, pressing lightly against the swelling bulb of her clit. She let the finger linger for a moment before sliding it into her slick hole and pulling it back out of her thong. Then she ran the glistening finger down the side of her throat to the valley of her breasts.

At 8:10 she stepped out of her room and made her way across the parking lot to the restaurant. She had checked it out on her way in and found it perfect for this type of adventure. It was dark and cool with a large bar in the center and cozy secluded booths surrounding it. No matter where Mr. Cowboy had chosen to sit, he would see her entrance.

She took a deep breath before entering the restaurant. It was showtime! She stepped inside and glanced around expectantly. She was surprised to find the place more than half full with customers. It was a Tuesday night after all! Then she saw the sign by the bar, "Karoke Every Tuesday Night with Ned & Ted". She tried to hide her grimace as the cherub of a hostess approached with an armful of menus.

"Howdy! How many in your party, ma’am?"

God! How she hated that term, "Ma’am". Isn’t that what they called old ladies? That’s what you call your mother’s friends or your grandmother, not what you call a hot sexy woman on the prowl!

Samantha peered over the hostess’ head, trying to spot the cowboy "I’m actually meeting someone here. . ."

"Hot Damn! Hank told me he had a date tonight but I didn’t believe him when he said you was a City Girl!" The hostess’s face jiggled behind the menus as she tried to stifle a giggle.

Samantha raised a finger to her temple, rubbing it gently. Patiently, she spoke, "Do you think you might be able to show me to Hank’s table?"

"Cors’ I can! Right dis way, ma’am." The hostess waddled past the bar to a table in the far corner of the room. Samantha followed at a distance, allowing all the eyes in the room to focus on her, she hoped her Cowboy was watching as well.

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

Hank ordered a lite beer from the bar and not seeing the woman in the restaurant, he headed for a secluded booth. He didn't quite know why he chose the booth he did but it was very private and it would be very difficult for them to be overlooked. He leant back in his seat and surveyed his surroundings.

It was quite a big place really and also quite busy tonight, it was karaoke night and he prayed she wouldn't want him to sing anything. Eight O'clock had passed and he was half hoping she wouldn't show, he couldn't work out why he was so nervous but for some reason he was. Then he saw her, looking very different from last time but undoubtably it was her. She looked classy, a sexy off the shoulder dress which really accentuated her curves and her blonde hair dropping over her bare shoulders. Her breasts jutted proudly out in front of her and if Hank was not mistaken, they had the gentle bounce of being bra free.

She had a little trouble getting past Sonia who was one of Hank's previous conquests. She had fucked like a dog and howled like a wolf last summer on the one and only occasion they'd dated. The woman finally appeared to satisfy Sonia and they headed towards his booth. Sonia winked at him as she approached and Hank stood up to greet her. Many heads had turned as she had crossed the room and he was even more sure that he was just an insurance policy for her meal.

"Evening" he said shyly, "Erm..you look great, I mean very different from earlier, sort of sophistcated."

Sonia was still hanging around, open mouthed and Hank had to physically point her back to the door, pointing out the queue there. Then they were alone, he didn't have a clue what to say to her, he didn't even know her name. He thought maybe he could start with his own.

"Hank, s'my name. Erm....so what are you fancying.....to eat I mean. Can I get you drink miss?"

She eyed him and he got the feeling he was being sized up like a predator would size up it's prey. Hank hated the silence and blustered away trying to fill the gap.

"The beer's good but I don't suppose a lady like you would drink beer, erm...how about a liquer....wine?"

 

[StarXChyld]

She slid into the booth next to him and smiled softly as he fumbled through his greeting. When he got around to asking her what she’d like to drink, her eyes sparkled mischievously and she purred, "You do know how a lady holds her liquor, don’t you Hank?"

When he shook his head, she reached up and tugged on one of his earlobes. Pulling him towards her, she whispered, "By his ears. . ."

She sat back and grinned as Hank’s face went from blank to beet red. He was obviously embarrassed and Samantha suddenly felt sorry for him.

Covering the back of his hand with hers, she gazed into his eyes. "Sorry. Just trying to break the ice. My name’s Samantha. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hank. Thanks for taking me up on my offer for dinner."

"The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am." Samantha noticed that he had the whitest teeth she had ever seen. He also smelled very nice. However the evening was going to end real quick if he kept up with that "ma’am" shit!

"Hank? Do me a favor and just call me Sam, okay?" She opened her menu and scrolled through the entrees as Ned & Ted took the stage across the room.

Her Tangeray & Tonic had just arrived at the table when Ned played a few notes on his guitar and then paused. He squinted at the audience, nudged Ted’s side and pointed directly at their table. Ted let out a hoot and slapped his knee, grabbing the microphone.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen. . .lookee here! We got ourselves quite a treat here tonight, folks. It appears that our boy, Hank is back from Hollywood and that Star Search program. While he may not have won their little contest, he sure has won plenty a hearts back here! Hasn’t he, Miss Sonia? Anyways, whatya’ say we get ol’ Hank up here to kick things off right here tonight? Whatya’ say, folk?!"

The eager applause was thunderous.

Samantha looked at Hank wide-eyed, "You were on Star Search?"

Hank was trying to wave off the crowd, "Yes, ma’am. But I didn’t win nothin’ or anythin’."

She started to respond but before she could get a word out, Ned had come and whisked Hank out of his seat and the crowd was on their feet, clapping and calling out his name.

Samantha settled back in the booth and sipped her drink in amusement while Hank took to the stage. This was turning out to be quite an unexpected evening.

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

The woman had obviously enjoyed making her entrance across the bad and he thought she was enjoying the fact she was making such a stir by dining with one of the locals. She settled into the booth opposite him and made a flithy joke in response to Hank's offer of a drink. Hank felt so stupid because at first he didn't understand but then we he did he must have sat blushing with his mouth open for a full minute.

She introduced herself and made it clear to Hank that he should use her name rather than miss or ma'am. He watched her as she perused the menu and wondered how she managed to look after her long blonde hair. It looked so good and smooth, Hank's long hair was always in a pony tail becaused quite frankly if it wasn't it looked a real mess. She really was the best looking woman in the whole bar and he was a little proud of some of the envious looks being thrown his way.

His happy feelings came to an abrupt halt just as the drinks arrived. The idit karaoke guy had either spotted him or had him pointed out as he was talking about him in the mic. Hank glanced as Sonia and saw her with a smug look on her face, he'd have to wipe that off her face tomorrow. It was a nightmare though, they were calling him up on stage to sing, just what he didn't want.

He was about to protest and if necessary refuse until he saw the look in Samantha's eyes. She actually seemed impressed that he had been on Star Search and eager to hear him sing. Hank knew that his only real natural talent was probably his singing voice so he reluctantly but slightly more happily got up to take the stage.

Hank spoke to Ned to tell him the song he would sing and punched Ted on the arm rather less than playfully. The music began and Hank began to sing a slow country ballad which he had used for his TV audition. Forgetting his surroundings, he put his heart into the song and watched Samantha as he sung. She started his performance sat comfortably back in her seat but Hank was pleased to see that by the final chorus she was sat very much forward and seemed suitably impressed.

The song came to a close and Sam handed the microphone back to Ted as the quite large crowd applauded. He warned Ted not to try and get him back on stage again or he'd punch him on the nose next time. He walked through smiling patrons of the restaurant back to his seat and noticed Sam was still clapping as he approached their booth.

"Sorry 'bout that Sam, they think I'm some sort of fucking hero round here, even though I was a loser on the show. So now you know my secrets, what's a foxy dame like you doing all the way out here in the desert. How do you come to be sat here with me tonight, how did I get so lucky."

He watched her as she smiled broadly at him and leant over the table towards him. He was glad of the table between them because every time she came close he lost control of his dick and it turned into a tentpole in his jeans. Her looks, her scent and her whole look had him horny as hell and he didn't want her to think he was some kind of sex maniac.

 

[StarXChyld]

There were very few things that could get to Samantha but a beautifully sung love song by a man with a great voice was one of them. As he finished the last verse of Elvis Presley’s hit "Daddy, Please don’t cry", Samantha was in awe.

And when Samantha was in awe with a man, she was hornier than hell!

As Hank returned to the table, Samantha straightened up and held her glass in a salute to his talent. "That was incredible! You must’ve had some really stiff competition at Star Search."

Dinner arrived and while it was one of the biggest and tastiest steaks she’d ever had, Samantha had problems getting past the knot in the pit of her stomach. Her lust for her Singing Circle K Cowboy was building to a feverish pitch and all she wanted was to get him out of the restaurant, away from Sonia’s prying eyes and the admiring eyes of strangers and into her bed.

She pushed her plate away and smiled at him apologetically. "I’m sorry. I can’t finish. Do you think we could step outside and get some fresh air?"

She almost sighed audibly as he closed his large hand over hers and squeezed gently. "You feelin’ okay, Samantha?"

She nodded silently, grimacing slightly and closing her eyes. "Hank, would you be so kind as to sign the bill to my room? It’s 316. I’ll meet you outside."

Samantha got to her feet and made her way shakily to the door, past Sonia’s arched brow. "G’nite", the hostess croaked insincerely, "Come again."

Sweeping a handful of blonde hair from her face, Samantha smiled darkly at the pudgy hostess, "I intend to, darling. . .Again and Again." Then she winked and strolled out the door into the fading sunset.

Pausing to light a cigarette, Samantha let the blue smoke circle around her head before heading back to her room. She had to move quickly if she was going to rope this stallion tonight.

Fifteen minutes passed before the anticipated knock on the door came. She rose from the edge of the bed in triumph and called sweetly through the door, "Who’s there?"

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

Samantha didn't seem to have much of an appetite and pushed her half full plate away. Hank hoped that she did not disagree with his recommendation of this place and looked at her anxiously. He asked her if she was OK and she said that she just needed some air. Hank walked with her to the bar and watched her leave through the exit as he arranged for the bill to be charged to her room.

By the time Hank reached the parking lot she was nowhere in sight and he looked up and down the road to see if she had become ill somewhere nearby. After ten minutes of searching for her Hank cam to the conclusion that she had not enjoyed their liason and had gone back to her hotel room. Hank headed towards his car before suddenly realising that he had charged the whole meal to her hotel room and that he owed her for his dinner.

Hank could have left and gone home but he was not like most men and decided he would have to follow her back to her room and offer to pay for his dinner. He racked his brain to remember her room number and a little uncertainly decided it had been room 316. He sauntered across to the hotel and used the elevator to reach the third floor. He walked uncertainly along the corridor, counting the numbers on the doors until he reached 316.

He knocked quietly on the door and listened for a reply, a woman's voice called out, asking who it was. He wasn't sure if it was Samantha's voice or not but had to press on regardless now he had knocked.

"Erm, It's Hank, Is that Samantha....I need to pay you for the food"

He waited for a few seconds until he heard the lock of the door being undone and the door began to swing open. Hank almost lost his nerve when he saw her there at the door of her hotel room. She had changed out of the outfit she was wearing in the restaurant and Hank did not know whether he should hold his ground or run for his life.

 

[StarXChyld]

The hotel door opened slowly, revealing a pink satin high heel with little Ostrich feathers floating gently over a perfect pedicure. As the space in the doorway widened, a sun-kissed calve and knee came into a view, followed by a glimpse of firm thigh barely covered by the hem of a white silk baby doll nightie. The pink material of her panties formed a perfect triangle where her luscious legs connected as she leaned against the open doorway. A tiny pink bow sat high on the nightie where her breasts were jutting up and forward in an invitation Samantha hoped the cowboy couldn’t refuse.

Crooking her finger in his direction, she turned and walked back into her room. Hank stepped into the room nervously, quickly closing the door behind them.

Samantha slid across the floral bedspread, her tousled blonde hair spilling over the pillows behind her. Patting the mattress next to her, she smiled at him seductively. "Now what’s this nonsense about paying me for dinner? Hmmmm?"

Hank stood stunned by the side of the bed and watched as her fingers traced gentle circles over the top of her nightie, coming dangerously close to the little pink bow that held her so tightly in place.

Sensing his growing interest by the huge bulge pressed tightly against his jeans, Samantha scampered to her knees on the bed in front of him. Grabbing the ends of the bow between her fingertips, she naughtily offered them up to him. With a demure pout, she cooed softly, "And here I thought you stopped by for dessert, Hank."

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

She stood before him, a totally changed woman, not know the elegant city woman, now she was the provocative sex kitten. Hank gasped as she came gradually into view, her legs like shining pins, long and luxurious. The more her saw of her, the more the embarressing bulge in his Levi's grew until finally she stood in front of him, obviously dressed for bed.

He was about to apologise and make a hasty retreat until she beckoned him as she had done at the shop counter. He followed into her room, stunned and a little nervous, wondering what she had in store for him. She stretched out onto the bed and her hair carpeted the pillows as she lay invitingly before him, patting the bed for him to sit.

She raised up onto her haunches on the bed not a foot from where Hank's bulging cock strained at his jeans. The bow to her nightie was pushed into his hands and he realised exactly what she meant be dessert.....her! Hank couldn't believe what was happening to him, this woman, Samantha was offering herself to him and he felt like pinching himself to see if he was dreaming. He pulled gently at the bow and her nightie opened and with a little shrug of her shoulder, fell to the floor.

He gaped open mouth at the breasts, now free in front of him and had to admit for a woman who was obviously mature she had a fantastic pair. He couldn't help but reach out to cup them in his sweaty palms and found that they were indeed as firm as they looked and he noticed that the nipples were fully erect. His thumb stretched out to toy with a nipple and she moaned naughtily while encouraging him to explore her breasts fully, postively thrusting them at him.

 

[StarXChyld]

She loved having her tits played with. As Hank began to caress them and manipulate her hard little nipples, she sighed blissfully. With her soft slender hands upon his, she guided his touch, coaxing him to squeeze and play with her more.

"Um, Samantha. . .I thought you were sick. . ." His hands continued to roam.

"Sick?" She chuckled softly as she reached for his belt buckle. "Do I look sick to you, Hank?"

"Er, no ma’am. . .I mean, Miss. . .er, Samantha." He swallowed hard as he pinched her ripe pink nipples, well aware that she was unbuttoning his jeans.

Reaching around quickly, she slapped his ass hard enough to cause her hand to sting. WHACK!~

His knees hit the side of the bed as he lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders. Regaining his posture, he frowned, "Hey, now why’d you go and do that?"

Her blue eyes sparkled up at him mischievously as she slowly unzipped his pants, her thumbs hooking inside the belt loops as she started tugging them down his muscular legs.

"Hank, you call me ‘ma’am again and I’ll make sure you get a spanking you won’t forget anytime soon."

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

Her hands slipped over his and Hank felt her pushing his hands against her as he moulded her tits with his palms and thumb. He asked about her quick exit from the restaurant and she brushed this off telling him that she wasn't ill at all. She was tugging at his belt now and Hank stuttering slightly tried to carry on a normal conversation in truly baffling circumstances. Her ran her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, pinching them slightly.

Suddenly she cracked his behind sharply with her hand causing him so stumble forwards a little. He scowled and asked why she had done it and watched as she began to tug down his jeans with a sparkle in her bright blue eyes. She berated him for calling her ma'am and made sure he knew the consequences if he did it again. Hank wasn't wholly unhappy at the suggestion of the gorgeous city woman spanking his ass but decided to save that for later as things were really getting interesting now.

She tugged at the waistband of his boxer shorts now and they we drifting down past his knees. There he was stood inches from her face with his cock free and pointed proudly into the air. If he said it himself, his cock was quite impressive, he been told before that it was a bit bigger than average and the girls seemed to be fascinated my the fact that it was circumcised too. It also had a curve to it that he was assured meant that it hit exactly the right spot for a girl.

She knelt on the bed in front of him and licked her lips, she too seemed to be pleased to see what had lay hidden and Hank's jeans and her hand reached out to gently run fingers up and down the shaft. Her other hand were cupping his balls as if she was weighing him up, trying to decided how full they were and how long it had been since he'd been with someone. Hank looked down at her blonde hair, draped over her shoulders and he reached out his hands to her head urging her forwards a little.

Hank was feeling brave now and he pushed her head further and further towards his throbbing shaft, praying she wouldn't refuse now. Her hair felt silky to his touch and she certainly didn't seem to be resisting his hands as her head move slowly towards his cock. Hank closed his eyes and tossed his head backwards as he waited for the silky touch of her lips, hoping that he had not seriously misread the situation.

 

[StarXChyld]

He seemed to take his spanking rather well, mused Samantha as she slowly unwrapped his package.

As much as Samantha enjoyed seeing a cock for the first time, she relished touching it even more. And more than touching it, she couldn’t wait to taste it. And more than tasting it, she couldn’t wait to. . .well, she would have to wait until he’d cum once at least, judging by the fullness of his balls.

Handfuls of her silky hair were tangled in his fingers as he urged her head towards his lovely cock. It stood proud and tall, jutting slightly off to the right. His balls were smooth and large, more than what would comfortably fit into the palm of her hand. And they were heavy with passion. It had obviously been a while.

Cupping his balls in one hand tenderly, she tried to curl her fist around his sleek manhood, eventually getting the tip of her middle finger to brush against the tip of her thumb as she stroked him slowly. She wanted to tease him a little, excite him more.

But his urgent hands told her he was in no mood to be teased. His fists tightened in her hair as her hot breath bathed his cock. She pulled her hand away as the tip strained to touch her lips and she let it bounce softly against them as she leisurely let her lips make their way down his shaft. Inhaling deeply, she sighed blissfully at his musky scent.

Reaching the base of his cock, she tenderly pressed her lips against his balls, scattering little kisses all over the swollen sacs. Her fist returned to his shaft and tightened around his engorged cock as her tongue began to swirl lazily over and under his balls in a figure 8.

She heard him moan softly as she sucked one ball into her hot mouth and rolled it back and forth with her expert tongue. Pulling back slightly, she let it slip out of her mouth and then repeated the process with his other tasty teste.

She could feel the first hot drop of his juices sliding over her fingers and she released his ball to begin working her way up his thick shaft to taste him. Her tiny fist was like a piston as she stroked him faster and faster. His clear juices were flowing easily now and covered most of the head of his throbbing cock as well as her fingers. With her pink tongue flat against the outside of his cock, she lapped her way up to the slick angry head.

His insistent hands pushed her face onto his inflamed member and he groaned with lust as she parted her soft lips and let him bury himself in her hot wet mouth. She pulled back a bit and then let him slide back into the depths of her throat.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Grabbing fistfuls of her silky hair, he guided her eager mouth back and forth on his cock, the tempo building dangerously as his hips thrust forward. She could feel his balls tightening in the palm of her hand and knew it wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge. . .

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

Hank groaned as she began to kiss his shaft right down to the base, her lips then beginning to cover his balls. Her fist began to pump his cock as she lapped in circular motions around his cum filled sacs. She then took a testicle into her mouth whole and used her tongue to massage it in her mouth. Hank groaned again as he pushed her mouth further into his groin. The tip of Hank's cock was now covered in precum and he was a little worried about how aroused he had become so soon.

Her tongue was not relenting though and was working quickly back up his cock before lapping at his helmet, drinking the clear precum from his head. He could take no more teasing and using his hands and a thrust of his hips he pushed his cock past her slightly parted lips and into her mouth. Her hot mouth took him in and felt so good to Hank who hadn't actually been with anyone for a couple of months. She moved her position slightly and his cock disappeared fully into her mouth as she took him into her throat.

It was all too much for poor Hank who grabbed her head quite roughly and began to fuck her face with short thrusts of his hips, pulling her head back and forth along his shaft. Her fingers tickled his balls tantalisingly and he could feel the juices beginning to rise. Suddenly she reached forward and gripped his ass in both her hand pushing his cock deep into her throat before releasing one hand and once again giving him a smart slap on the rear.

If anything she slapped him harder this time and on his bare ass the sound was a loud thwack. Hank really wasn't expecting it and it was enough to send him over the edge. His cock bucked in her throat and sent a torrent of creamy hot spunk cascading down her throat. She held him in her mouth as he pumped a large load of cum into her mouth, his cock pulsating quickly at first. He moaned loudly in the quiet hotel room and found his legs to be very unsteady as he wavered in front of her, it seemed like she was holding his whole body up by her mouths grip on his cock.

When she let his cock slip from her mouth with a small sucking sound he reached out to steady himself on the bed with a gasp.

"Whewee, Miss Samantha, that was sensational, where d'you learn to a blow a man like that?"

Hank was grinning from ear to ear as she leant back on the bed, watching him with a pleased look on her face.

 

[StarXChyld]

She leaned back on the bed and smiled up at him, licking the corners of her mouth clean. "Does it really matter where I learned to give head, Hank? Aren’t you just happy that I did?"

Collapsing on the bed along side of her, he nodded happily as he pulled her into his arms. Samantha knew he’d need a few minutes to recuperate, so she was content to lay there, unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt one by one. When she finished, she sat up next to him and pulled the shirt wide open revealing a nicely tanned chest and a flat tummy to boot.

Growling playfully, she climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach as she gazed down into his half-opened eyes. Her long hair fell over his face and he crinkled his nose as he brushed it aside. Giggling devilishly, Samantha aimed the ends right back at his nose and he swatted it away.

"Stop."

"Make me." Came the reply along with a fresh assault of blonde hair.

Grabbing her shoulders, he quickly rolled her over and straddled her beneath him, locking her arms over her head with one massive paw. "I told you to stop now."

Samantha was in heaven. She loved having a man take charge, especially when she was being a brat. She pretended to struggle, "Lemme go!" Her smoldering eyes danced dangerously in her head.

She prayed he wouldn’t.

 

[MBS1969]

Hank

They lay together as Hank caught his breath and she began to remove his shirt. Hank was relieved that she didn't just want to just drink his spunk and then get rid of him, she obviously wanted him for more than just that. She climbed onto him and towered over him, flicking her hair into his face. It tickled and he told her not to do it as he flicked the hair away.

She teased him, telling him he would have to stop her himself because she didn't intend to. Well, Hank wasn't one to back down to a woman, not even a gorgeous city woman and anyway it was obvious she wanted him to stop her anyway. He grabbed her shoulders and rolled her onto her back, straddling her himself. He took both of her wrists in one hand and enjoyed the sensation of her wriggling under him.

She was squirming and telling him to release her but Hank could sense by the lack of effort in her struggles that she did not really want him to do that. He tightened his grip and leant forwards to kiss her soft lips, she feigned as if to bite them but once he had locked his lips on hers she sighed and responded. His tongue snaked around her mouth, searching out her own tongue. Her struggling had stopped completly and Hank was a little disappointed as he had been enjoying the movement against his rapidly lengthening cock.

He broke of the kiss and sat above her watching her eye him, as if wondering what he would do next. Hank kicked off his boots and managed to remove his jeans and socks whilst holding onto his position of dominance.

"Now are you gonna be a good little city gal and do as you're told?"

She stared up at him, not replying, almost sneering at him, goading him.

"Well, Ok then Ma'am, you asked for it"

He reached out and pulled her arms down by her sides and pinned them to her with his thighs. She tried to break them free but although she could probably have wriggled free her effort was again weak and Hank had no trouble holding her. He scooted up her stomach and leaned forward to lay his now hard cock in her cleavage. He then began to slowly rub himself along the groove between her breasts.

Finding this a little difficult against unlubricated skin of her boobs he was about to use his saliva to lubricate her cleavage. Then he had another idea, reaching down behind him, his finger slipped under the small panties which were very damp and along the folds of her wet pussy. Running his palm across her sex he knew that his hand would be covered in her juices. Returning to her breasts he smeared her own juices all over his cock and her cleavage, making a couple more trips to her pussy for more lubrication.

Finally satisfied and with her moans in his ears he pushed her breasts together and ran his cock between them. Now there was no resistance to his cock as it ran smoothly along the now lubricated channel in her cleavage. Her began to fuck her tits firmly and quickly, noticing that she opened her mouth each time his cock went near it. He began to lengthen his strokes and allow her tongue to flick the tip of his cock at the end of every stroke.

He could have quite easily cum in this position but certainly didn't want to do that until he fucked her for real. Swivelling around he plonked his cock into her face before positioning himself above the tiny little panties which had now been pushed to one side. Pulling them even further out of position her ran his tongue along the slightly parted lips and without warning thrust his tongue deep inside of her.

She gasped out loud as his tongue squirmed inside her and his thumb found her clit. Her hips jumped clean from the bed but as her arms were still pinned to her side she didn't have enough leverage to free herself. Hank went to work on her sopping pussy, drinking her juices greedily, hearing her moans from behind him. Then her moans became more muffled as he felt her lips clamp once more against his thick cock. Hank was in heaven, his tongue in a gorgeous woman's cunt and his cock in her mouth, he thanked his lucky stars he had been working this afternoon and vowed never to grumble about it again.