Another day, another bitch hogging my bed. Why do they feel the need to stay? I don't fucking cuddle, I don't kiss, and when I'm done, I'm done, the end. I won't stay the night with them, I have a life. They are just a tool for my gratification. I'm so tired of this mouth breather, she's such a heavy sleeper. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
CRASH!
“What was that?!?” she jolted awake and looked around for the source of the noise.
“My fucking good lamp.” It was ugly and I despised it. “I must've kicked it trying to get away from you hogging my bed.” She looked at me stunned and speechless. “Don't you think you should be going back to your own life now?”
“Wh-what? I don't understand...we had such a beautiful night toge---”
“Let me stop you right there. We fucked. That's it. I was horny and you opened your legs. Now, please leave before you're 'accidentally' cut by the shattered remains of my favorite lamp.” She looked at me with tremendous hate. Whatever. I should really be thanking her, she gave me a terrific excuse to get rid of that eye-sore that posed as a lamp.
“Fuck you, you tramp!” she screamed as she threw on her clothes and bolted for the door.
“You already did that for me, thanks!” I shouted back at her as she exited my apartment. “Cunt.” I sprawled out on my bed, butt-ass naked, and smoked a cigarette. A searing hot ember landed right on my fucking nipple. “FUCK my LIFE!” I jumped up and cursed some more then finally made the conscious decision to stop being useless and clean the bitch off me. A quick shit, shower, and shave and I was off, ready to do what it is I do best. Piss people off.
I'm the evil, red-headed step child you hear about. I'm of average height and even though I live in SoCal, I can't fucking tan to save my life. I'm a Goddess under the sheets and a dragon on the prowl looking for lost, juicy little lambs to scoop up in my talons. I'm wealthy, I'm a writer. Not a fucking poet, there's a difference. I write some shit, it sells, and I get big bucks. That's my job. So when I don't need to write, I fuck off and do what I please. Pissing off a lot of people in this economy. A quick peek at my mail box and...more hate mail. Bunch of dumb asses who stuck their thumbs in their ass during English class. They're just pissed because I'm doing what they dream of doing. I walk around down town “San Dog” and am faced with a quandary: Go to Starbucks and drink “Seattle’s Best Coffee” or go to the Irish Pub just down the way... This is the part where I roll my eyes and look at you because you're a fucking idiot.
It's nice to see I'm not the only one at the bar before noon. There's quite a few mangy looking bums here already drunk, though they probably haven't been sober for decades. I order my usual morning kicker, Jack Daniels on the rocks, find a quiet corner and enjoy. The hours pass and I'm either feeling a buzz or my ass is just numb. Either way, it's time to move on. I wander over to Z. Gallery to find another ridiculously hideous lamp. I thought about getting something I'll actually like, but then I wouldn't want to smash it. There it is, a lamp decorated with giant, shit brown sequence. Do people actually like this look? I make my purchase and head back home. It's nearly time for me to hunt. I have to go and get pretty.
Despite what you might think, I clean up nicely. I take care of myself because if I didn't I wouldn't be able to get more pussy than you. I wear my favorite purple halter top and my extra short and skinny skirt, put my face on and walk out into the mystical, San Diego night. For my first stop, I check out the the Double Deuce. They have a mechanical bull that drunk, slutty broads think they can ride. After about an hour I can't take any more. Absolutely no one here catches my interest. Onward.
I return to the Irish Pub I haunted earlier today, at least I can count on interesting people being here. I get my, you guessed it, Jack on the rocks and stand at the bar, looking around for interesting people. There she is, the one I want. A dirty blonde, tall, beautiful woman. I'm wearing my six inch hooker heals , she's wearing flats and we're almost the same height. I have to have her. She has a man with her, they're obviously together. That's okay, it makes it more of a challenge. I quickly take in the rest of my drink, pause for the buzz rush, then head to the bar where my adventure awaits.
“Bar keep! Another Jack on ice... please.” he poured my drink and slid it to me. I take a moment to assess my situation and bulldoze into it. “Holy crap you're tall!” subtle is my middle name. It worked though, she turned and faced me.
“You're tall too, we're near the same height.” Holy shit she's from England, even better. Her thick British accent tells me she's here on holiday and that's always an excuse to get stupid.
“Actually, I'm cheating.” I lift my leg to show her my heels.
“Oh wow, don' those hurt your feet?” she winced as she watched me set my leg down.
“Sadly, these are the most comfortable pair of shoes I own. What are you drinking?” please stop looking at my feet, I don't want to be a bitch before the morning comes.
“Not quite sure actually. Darlin' what did they say this drink was called?” she looked over to her handsome, I'm assuming British, boyfriend.
“I don' remember these things, love.” Yep, British. Fucking hot. “You should know this by now.” he laughed and she laughed with him.
“I think they said it had vodka and cranberry juice, or somethin'.” she studied her drink trying to remember.
“Ah, that sounds like a Red-headed Slut.” I replied.
“Pardon. A wha’?” She looked borderline mortified, looking at my hair then back at me. I laughed.
“A Red-headed Slut. It's the name of the drink. Looks like your glass is almost empty. Would you like a refill or do you want to try something else?” She smiled coyly, picking up on my game. She looked over to her man, they whispered to each other, then she turned back to me. This is it, I'm either in or out.
“I think I'll try somethin' else. Why don' you pick the next one.” she leaned forward ever so slightly. I nodded and ordered A Clockwork Tangerine. Come on, you know that's funny. They laughed.
“Ya we don't have the stuff to make that drink.” the bar tender gave me a blank stare.
“Fuck off. Serious?” he just stared. The British couple were still laughing. That's a good sign. “FINE, just make A Piece of Ass then.” he nodded and went to work. He brought it to me, I paid him then handed the drink to her. She sipped it and nodded in appreciation.
“It's good. Try it, love.” she passed her drink to the man, he took a sip, and smiled.
“That is good. Bar tender, I'll have another one of those, if ya don' mind.” Within minutes he had his drink and he turned his attention to me. “So, you're a fiery one. What's your name? I'm Simon and this is--” she cut him short
“I'm Lisa.” she flashed him a quirky smile. I like her. I think I want to keep her. For a while at least.
“You can call me Elle.” they don't need to know my real name. My real name sounds like a prissy French maid.
“Is that your real name then, Elle?” she asked me, again seeing right into my game.
“No, but it's my preferred name.” I took a large gulp of my drink. “Hey look, a table just opened up. Wanna go sit?”
“Ay.” she said and they both grabbed their drinks and followed me through the maze of people until we reached the table. Simon sat across from me and Lisa sat to my right.
“So, what brings you to San Diego?” I took another drink.
“We're on holiday. Needed a break from the same ol' same ol' ya know?” yeah, I know.
A couple hours and a few more drinks later I start pushing the envelope, testing boundaries. I'm totally up for the challenge, but I want to make sure I win.
“God, I fucking love your accent. I mean, you're already gorgeous as it is then you throw in that accent and you are totally irresistible.” I'm not as drunk as I sound, it's the game. She blushed.
“Thank you, that's too sweet. Ya know, I've been considering somethin'.” I'm listening. “I've never been with a woman before.” Oh God, she's a virgin. Fucking sweet! “An' I'm especially curious about that tongue ring of yours. Mind if I kiss you?” Mind if I ravage you on this table?
“Of course not, I've been waiting to feel your lips on mine all night now.” okay, this is not something I like to do, but for the sake of winning the game, I have to. Taking some caution as she leaned closer to me so I slowly reach out for her face, caress it gently, then bring it to mine. Her lips are pressed a little tightly together, more than likely due to her unfamiliarity. “If it helps you can pretend you're kissing Simon.” I suggested. I just want to feel her. She gave me a quick nervous laugh, took and deep breath, then pressed her lips to mine. Immediately sparks filled my head, my heart raced, skipping beats, making me feel almost sick with...what am I feeling?
This is fucking impossible, I don't get giddy, my heart doesn't skip beats or start racing without reason. This woman is dangerous to me, I need to tread lightly, but I have to have more of her. I have to continue with this adventure
Her lips were soft and full, her skin beneath my hand got warmer as her cheeks flushed light pink. I pressed my tongue lightly against her lips, inviting her to part them. Slowly her lips drifted apart, I keep my tongue away for now, she has to come to me, it's the only way I'll win this game. I gently run my fingers around her neck till I am able to reach her hair, I take a small handful, and carefully pull, making her inch closer to me. She moved in, her breasts now pressing against mine, and slid her tongue in my mouth. I take over, rolling my tongue over hers, letting her experience my piercing as much as possible while we're only kissing. I open one eye, just enough to see if Simon is still sitting there. He is. Drooling. Men.
She pushes her tongue into my mouth and I'm pulled away from thought. She's getting more comfortable and more confident. She put one hand on my face then, after a few moments, she pulled away.
“Well, that was fun, wasnit? She said with a smile then licked her lips.
“Not nearly as much fun as I could show you.” I give her a wink.
“What do you say we head back to our hotel?”
“Sure, at least there we'll have some room service!” Perfect! After I bang her I can wait till she sleeps then get the Hell out of there and she'll never see me again.
“Oh, Simon, is that okay with you dear?” She turned to him and gave him the biggest most innocent smile she could muster.
“A'course darlin', so long as i's what you want.” His eyes begged her to say 'yes it's what I want, it's what I need!' and I let out a little laugh. They were funny. So we down our drinks, get in their car, and leave.
We make our way up to their room and while we're waiting in the elevator, my dearest, dangerous Lisa ever so sweetly reaches out and takes my hand...and my fricken heart forgets to beat. What is wrong with me? I have got to get a grip! I look into her eyes and my head gets fuzzy, I get lost in her smile, and I melt with her touch. I don't even know this woman, she's got to be some sort of sorceress. I've been with many beautiful women, but none have affected me like she does.
I need to feel her lips on mine again. We enter the room and as we approach the bed I pull her to me, kiss her, and gently lay her on the bed. She's more than eager to feel my body on hers. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in pressing her hips to mine. I thrust my hips slowly but firmly and she arches her back as I slip my hand under her shirt. I go under her bra to find her nipples are hard with excitement. She takes off her shirt and I unclasp her bra, exposing her beautiful, perky breasts. I slide down and kiss her stomach, feeling her skin so soft against my lips, I take a deep breath, smelling her skin, taking every intoxicating aura that surrounds her. She calms me. I can't describe the feeling that overcomes me when she looks into my eyes, when she gives me that gentle touch. I want to shield her from the world and keep her close to me.
Fuck, what is wrong with my head? I'm not some soft sap who lives in that fairy tale believing world. I'm practical. I'm only here to fulfill my physical need for release....aren't I? I don't know anymore, she feels so good against me, I don't know what this is, but I don't want to lose it.
I got so caught up in my own thoughts, I didn't realize she got my shirt off and I'm unbuttoning her pants. Damn. I take her pants off and slowly work on taking her panties off, kissing her hips, down the thighs, her knees, and the insides of her calves. I can't stop kissing her. It's like an obsession now. Panties off, I go back to kissing her lips and smoothly run my hand up the inside of her thigh, gently pushing them further apart. She resists a little at first, but now she's open and waiting for me to take her. Now I'm hesitating...
“Are you still comfortable with this?” what the fuck am I asking her that for? What if she says no? My head is so far out of the game, I gotta shake this off.
“Ay. It's okay, honest.” her voice trembled with excitement. She pushes closer to me and I kiss her, sliding my tongue in her mouth, and my fingers in her tender, wet pussy. Fireworks start flying, I can't see straight, she feels so good to touch. She moans and grasps my hair, drags her nails down my back, then grips my skirt. I bend down and kiss her nipples, flick them with my tongue, then gently suck on them while pressing my tongue ring on them. She arches her back even more, moaning a little louder, and I dive deeper. As I push two of my fingers inside her, I use my thumb to play with her clit. This makes her writhe violently beneath me. My heart is pounding in my ears, my mouth goes dry, I need taste her. Only she can quench this thirst. Careful not to take my fingers out of her, I move down and lightly lick her clit, just enough for her to feel, but not to satisfy. No, I need her wanting more of me.
I hear a strange moan and now I realize we completely forgot about Simon. Oops. I only wanted her anyway, but she has other plans it seems. Between gasps, she gestures him to come to her. He doesn't move for a minute. I'm too busy teasing her to fully pay attention to that situation. Finally I decide she's had enough teasing, I need her to relinquish herself. I press my tongue onto her, curving the tip, helping her to feel my piercing. I lick in slow circles around her clit, I remove my fingers, replace them with my tongue, then move my fingers back in. I glance up as I flick my tongue on her clit and see Simon kissing her and groping her perfect breasts. I start fucking her harder, but still being gentle about it. I feast on her like I've never partaken in anyone before. I hunger for her and now I have her, she quivers and arches her back, helping me put my tongue deeper inside her as she cums. I feel it's warmth slide over my tongue and I eagerly eat her up, never stopping, not even for air.
As she finishes her climax, she sits up, gently grips my hair, pulling me up to her. Placing both hands on my face, she looks into my eyes, nay, into my soul. I'm broken. I can't fight this anymore, I'm not the bitch I was just moments ago. My shell has shattered, my dearest facade has turned to dust right before my eyes. I knew she was dangerous, yet I pursued. I am okay though. There's something about her that's too special, too intoxicating to just walk away from. She kissed me with such tenderness it's as if she knows just what she's done to me, as if she can see just how raw I now am. I trust her.
“Will you help me?” she gestures towards Simon and gives me the sweetest smile I've seen yet.
“For you, anything.” um....well, let's see if I'm as good at sucking a dick as I am licking a pussy.
Simon is in the middle of the bed, his cock about to burst out of his pants. Like a jungle cat, Lisa crawls to him, and I follow suit. She straddles one leg and I straddle the other and, again following her lead, we dance on him. Lisa looks at me, down at my skirt, then back up at me, smirking. I fucking forgot I was still wearing the damn thing, and my heels. She leans in close and whispers to me.
“Will you do a strip tease while I undress him?” I nod, climb off Simon, off the bed, and stand at the foot of the bed so Simon can get a nice show. Lisa unbuttons his shirt and I play with my breasts, twisting my hips, dancing to music that's not there. As she begins to work on his belt, button and zipper, I slowly work at pulling down my skirt, turning to the side so he can get a good view of my ass as I pull the skirt off it. I wiggle my hips and legs and let the skirt fall off me then grab the strings of my thong, pulling on them, but not exposing anything just yet. I turn around and smack my ass, hard, and give it a little shake. Turn back to the side, dip down, and as I come back up play with my breasts some more. She's nearly got his boxers off and I playfully put my hand down my panties, gently rubbing my own clit, getting myself even more worked up. I grab my thong and pull it down, bending over, giving him a good look at my round, firm ass, then easing myself back up, letting him see the gentle curves of my back and hips.
Lisa has started stroking his cock and kissing his neck while he watches me dance. I turn my back to him and bend down, showing him my wet pussy. Still bent over I place my hand on my pussy and rub in slow circles, move my hips to more nonexistent music, and put one finger inside myself. I play with myself for a minute, then as I come back up, I turn facing them and sweetly put my pleasuring finger to my mouth, then lick and suck on it. Lisa glanced over at me and gave me a look that called me back to her. I comply without hesitation. By now Simon has managed to get nearly flat on his back. Lisa turns and whispers to me again.
“Keep his mouth busy while I work on him sommore.” I nod as she moves down getting ready to suck his large, throbbing cock. I sit myself on his chest and open myself for him to indulge. Slowly and gently he licks me, making my head spin. Taking long, deep laps, he grabs my thighs and pulls my legs down and further apart. This alpha attitude takes me by surprise and excites me even more. I move my hips slightly, just getting a little motion then he gives my outer thigh a light smack as he lifts one leg over his head and has me turn around. Catching on, I straddle him, allowing him to lick and finger my pussy while I work with Lisa to suck his cock. She takes all of him in her mouth, thrusts up and down a few times, then passes him to me as she fondles and gently takes his balls in her mouth. I first move my tongue over and around the tip letting him experience my piercing then I place my small mouth over his cock and move up and down on him. He gives my ass a good firm smack and squeezes it. With him still in my mouth, I moaned which gives him the humming sensation and he inhales sharply and exhales, his heated breath caressing my pussy. Lisa and I pass his cock back and forth and he flicks his tongue over my clit and grabs my flesh, making me shake until I cum. Lisa and I work on him until we can feel him about to blow. She takes all of him in her mouth again and as I climb off Simon so he can look down and see, I notice his cock pulse and throb as he cums in Lisa's mouth. I lick his shaft and she moves her mouth off his tip and I replace hers with mine. We both swallow his load and she leans in and kisses me.
Together we got up and went to the bathroom to wash our mouths. I took my time so she would finish before me. Before the exited the bathroom, she looked back at me with an expectant look, I give her a smile and nod. I just need to think for a moment.
What has happened to me? In a matter of hours I've been reduced to a house pet. I was a proud hunter who always got her kill, but now I'm being fed by her hand. My mind travels faster than I can keep up with. I hear Lisa give a soft, breathy giggle and I pull my own self out of my head and quietly peek through the door. Simon is still on his back and Lisa is letting her breasts go over his cock. She crawls up a bit more, straddles him, then sits on his dick, moving her hips. Her hands move over his chest as she rides him and he reaches up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He runs his hands up and down her sides, idling at her hips then traveling back up. He thrusts into her as she moves with him, up and down on his cock. Suddenly he sits up, kisses her with such passion and tenderness, she wraps her arms around him, pressing her breasts to him, and he gently maneuvers themselves putting her on her back. He kisses her breasts as he pushes back inside her. I move my hand down my own body until I reach my pussy and rub my clit. Keeping pace with them, I rub faster and faster. He's pushing inside her and she's got her legs wrapped tightly around him. She runs her fingers through his hair as he cradles her head. Together they make love. Love, something I never thought existed until tonight. Lisa helped me experience a taste of how good it can be.
Lisa ran her hands up and down his back, lightly digging her nails into him. Harder he thrust, harder I rubbed, louder she moaned.
“Oh God, Simon!” I heard her moan. She had her head pressed against his shoulder as he vigorously pushed into her.
“Lisa, oh Lisa.” he whispered softly to her putting his head on hers for a brief moment.
“Lisa.” I moaned softly to myself. I leaned back and braced myself on the sink as I pleasure myself until I cum.
With a low grunt and a soft scream, I hear them finish. I steal a glance and see them kissing, getting tangled into one another. I clean myself up and slowly open the door. Simon moves off of Lisa and lays beside her. Lisa pats the spot next to her and looks at me expectantly.
“Oh, um, actually I think I should be going now...” I let my voice trail off at the end. Normally I can't wait for the opportunity to get out of there, but now, I don't want to. I can't leave her side, not when she's expecting me there.
“Elle, please stay with me. Come on, come lay with me.” she patted the spot next to her again. Simon looks at me from his spot behind her, reaches over and gives that same spot one good pat. They're so cute, it's too much to handle.
“Oh alright, you've broken me.” if only they knew just how much. I kick my heels off, take my place beside Lisa and she tangles her legs with mine. She leans in and kisses me. We share a deep and passionate kiss, Simon moves her hair away from her face and kisses her neck then brushes the hair away from my face, caressing me. He placed his hand in the curve of her hip and slowly nodded off to sleep. Lisa and I broke our embrace and I placed my arm under her head as she nuzzled into my neck, hand on my chest. I felt her hand and head get heavier and knew she too had drifted off to sleep. This is my cue to leave. Sneak away while they slumber, never to be seen again. I've never spent the night at someone else's place. I look down at Lisa, sound asleep, wrapped up in me with a faint smile on her lips. I kiss her forehead and she nuzzles into me even more. This wild dragon has clipped her wings. I'm not flying off never to be seen again. Not this time. I take her hand into mine and let myself drift away, lost in this new found feeling. Taming a beast isn't supposed to be this easy, but I am thankful I stuck with this dangerous woman of mine. She reminded me I'm still alive.