Fearless Curves (4 page)

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” Jack told me with that fucking amazing grin on his face.

“Me?! You’ve got to be kidding. Why do you make me want to be so bad?” I asked. My God, I was half-naked in my building’s elevator. I’d danced up on the bar at Hogs and Heifers in just my panties and stockings. I was taking a biker I barely knew to my condo for sex. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t a prude but I wasn’t usually impulsive like this. I couldn’t deny, however, I was enjoying myself immensely and at the moment, I wasn’t in the mood or any condition to analyze my behavior.

“Suck my dick!” Jack said suddenly.

“What?” I asked in shock.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he said slowly and firmly as he reached over and hit the red button that stopped the car.

“Jack! Here? The alarm will go off in a minute,” I said. The fact I didn’t say no wasn’t lost on me or Jack. He just gestured towards the floor with his eyes. “Fine,” I said and dropped to my knees, powerless to deny this man. I worked quickly at his wide leather belt and vintage blue jeans. I pushed them down around his thighs and then quickly freed Jack from his boxers. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, my fingers unable to meet on the far side, as I stared at his length.

Jack was smooth, his shaft and balls shaven, with a small patch of trimmed golden hair above his broad erection. Oh my God! I’d never seen a man this big in person and I found myself longing to impale myself on Jack’s manly cock. Instead, however, I took Jack into my mouth and slowly sucked his length as I looked up into his eyes. He wore that roguish, self-satisfied grin as he watched me service him. For half a minute I pleasured Jack with my mouth. He was as hard as the iron that his bike was made from but soft as silk on the outside.

Suddenly, the alarm blared and I stopped. Jack said, “Not yet,” as he pulled on the red button to quiet the alarm and we began to ascend. I went back to pleasing Jack as he towered over me but only for a moment before I stood and somehow got his jeans up and his throbbing cock wedged inside of them. The door opened and I peered out to find the hallway empty. What if someone would have been waiting on a lower floor? How scary and strangely exciting was the thought of them catching us? I was the second door from the elevator and I led Jack to my condo.

“Nice place,” he said speaking about the tower in general.

“Thanks,” I replied in an oddly casual manner for a skittish woman taking a biker she hardly knew back to her place for wild sex. I unlocked my door and led Jack inside. Once inside, I closed my door and leaned against it facing Jack. He turned to find me unbuttoning my blouse. Jack responded by peeling his sleeveless vest from his torso. Holy moly! His chest, and back as it turned out, was covered in tattoos. Skulls, dragons, tribal designs, you name it adorned his perfect body. His chest was broad and his stomach rippled with muscle. He wore a gold chain around his neck with a crucifix dangling from it but I’m pretty sure Jack didn’t attend church on a regular basis.

As I stared at his body, I tossed my blouse aside and then undid the clasp on my bra between my breasts. My bra popped open and my big breasts spilled out as I slid it down my arms and tossed it aside as well. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked standing in my foyer in only my white lace garter belt, tan stockings and black pumps. Jack looked at me like a dog staring at a big, juicy steak. I took my breasts in my hands and lifted one to my mouth and sucked my nipple to tease him.

“You fucking sexy whore,” he told me and I took that as he intended it, a compliment. He wanted me and I wanted him despite my earlier apprehension and right then, I didn’t care why. I’d gladly play his whore if that’s what he wanted. Jack couldn’t get out of his boots and jeans fast enough as I walked by him. I left him hopping on one foot as he fought his boot and I headed to my bedroom. For whatever reason, I’d found the bad girl Jack insisted lived inside of me and she was in control of my actions now.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said. Jack growled as he finally got his boot off and peeled off his jeans. I barely made it to the bedroom before Jack was there. He spun me around, seized my arms and kissed me. I melted as our lips pressed together and our tongues mingled. After a magic moment, Jack pushed me away and spun me around again. Then he forced me to bend over and I didn’t resist, supporting myself on the bed with my arms. His foot pushed one leg wide and then the other before Jack knelt, spread my ass cheeks wide and slipped his tongue between my velvet petals.

“Ooh!” I exclaimed as Jack shocked me. His lips and tongue, not to mention that prickly beard drove me wild. I felt an orgasm approaching as Jack let go of my ass and raked his fingers up the back of my stocking-covered legs. That sent a chill up my spine but then Jack slapped my ass with both hands and I squealed for him.

“You remember what I told you?” he asked me as he got to his feet behind me and his impressive manhood flopped into the deep valley of my ass.

“What?” I wondered looking over my shoulder. The crown of Jack’s cock protruded from between the round globes of my ass and looked so delicious.

“In nothing but stockings and heels? Bent over? Coming like a whore?” he reminded me and then I remembered. I was just as he predicted except for that last part, which I was sure Jack was about to make happen as well.

“You’re a man of your word,” I replied breathlessly and bit my lip in anticipation. Jack grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down over my sex, coating us both in my juices and his. I was shaking I was so eager to get that thing inside of me and Jack was all too willing to oblige. He paused and then his cock sank into my wet pussy without a bit of resistance due to my slippery excitement. “Oh fuck!” I shouted as Jack grabbed one of my arms and then the other, pulling them behind my back and holding my wrists like handlebars. He pulled from me and thrust into me forcefully once again and paused.

“Fuck, you feel good, you sexy bitch!” Jack told me. I whimpered as I waited for him to take me hard and fast but he didn’t. I was at his mercy, my legs spread wide, my arms pulled almost painfully behind my back. I couldn’t have stopped Jack if I wanted and I didn’t want to.

“Please, do it, Jack,” I pleaded. My desperation surprised even me. I wanted this more than I could have imagined when I found him in my office mere hours ago. I needed it. I needed this sexy biker to make me his, to make me his whore, his bitch. I needed to be a bad girl.

“Excuse me?” Jack asked and pulled from me again only to thrust back into me hard and pause once again. Didn’t he hear me or...oh, I saw what he wanted. He wanted me to beg and I was more than happy to submit to his will.

“Fuck me, Rogue. Fuck me and do it hard. Please!” I told him. I looked over my shoulder with some difficulty the way he had my arms stretched out behind me and saw his self-assured grin. Jack licked his teeth and then clenched them tight before he suddenly gave me what I needed. Abruptly, his hips began pounding against my soft ass as his manhood hammered into me fast and hard. His powerful thrusts sent waves though my abundant flesh as my moans turned to screams and then my screams became shrieks.

I absolutely erupted in sensation, seeing stars as a surge of untamed sensations consumed me. If Jack wasn’t holding me up by my arms, I might have collapsed. I bloomed under his rough attention, thrilled in his violent thrusts. I managed to look back again but Jack was watching his long iron pipe disappear into my all too willing pussy and enjoying the ripples that spread through my soft flesh. But the respite only lasted a moment and another harsh and satisfying climax tore through me like Jack’s bike tore down the boulevard.

My shrieks turned to frantic gasps as the crazy spasms stole my breath. Jack let go of my arms and wrapped his arm around my waist and took my ponytail with his other hand. He tugged it hard and bent my head back as he somehow fucked me even harder. I screamed, a primal, guttural cry, as I came once, twice, maybe three times in rapid succession. The intense and glorious waves of electrified honey coursed through me and threatened to steal my sanity. Jack took me through one more orgasm but when it had passed, he pushed me away from him roughly and I crumpled onto the bed in a heap of quivering, satisfied and tingly flesh.

“You’re right, I am a man of my word,” Jack said. I rolled over, still gasping and shuddering, and watched as Jack crawled over me and kissed me. I took his head in my hands and greedily kissed him back. I was drunk but not with whiskey. It was lust and passion and desire.

“Do that again?” I demanded.

“You’re a slut, Brandy,” he whispered and grinned at me causing me to melt a little inside.

“You bet your sexy, rock hard ass, Rogue, and I need you to fuck me like that again,” I told him. I was fully engaged in my new role as bad girl now. Jack’s cock found my pussy without any assistance and he impaled me with his rigid member. I sucked in a sharp breath and held it as Jack began to slowly tease me. The pleasure built within as he slowly fucked me and I finally exhaled, “Fuck, that feels so good!”

Jack pinched a nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling and twisting. “You want it hard?” he asked. I nodded frantically. He twisted harder and the intoxicating pain spread. Then he let go and slapped my face lightly before taking my jaw in his strong hand and kissing me again. His hips thrust into me more quickly as he fucked my mouth with his tongue and I sucked on it desperately. Soon, Jack was pounding into me as we kissed but when another orgasm breached, I screamed out.

I reached down and found Jack’s ass. It was hard and taught like the rest of him, flexing with each thrust. I dug my nails in. Jack growled and I dragged them up and over his back and then wrapped my stocking covered legs around him locking my high heels together behind him. My nails left red trails up his back and over his shoulders as one hand grabbed the back of his neck and the other his head.

“Fuck me, Rogue! Fuck me,” I demanded, all modestly and self-control left back somewhere with half of my clothes. Jack bore down, his teeth clenched as he sneered at me. He gave it everything he had as we rocked as one, his cock driving me mad. Jack let go of my face and slipped his hand around my neck as the fingers of the other hand dug into my fluffy breast.

“I’m going to come all over you. I’m going to drench those big fucking tits,” he warned and I shook my head in protest.

“Not yet, not yet,” I pleaded even as blackness threatened to take me, as the pleasure nearly overwhelmed me. Jack smiled, obviously enjoying how much I was enjoying him, and continued to hammer away at my slobbering tunnel. I was lightheaded and my body tingled but that pleasantness was shattered by a final climax that erupted from within and ravaged me. “Fuuuuck!” I shouted as the intolerable spasms took me. I could only sob as Jack let me feel the breadth of the orgasm before withdrawing and moving to straddle me. He took his massive member in his hand to stroke it as he grasped my jaw and caressed my lips with his thumb.

Suddenly, he erupted as I let his thumb slip into my mouth and sucked on it. His thick orgasm covered my breasts and face as Jack stroked himself and then let out a wild cry. One last surge landed between my big breasts and trickled down onto my throat. Then Jack slumped and let his cock rest between in my cleavage. I pushed them together and lovingly massaged his still hard shaft between my ample pillows.

“Oh my Lord! That was amazing!” I told the sexy biker between labored breaths. He grinned and took a deep breath himself.

“You’re so beautiful, Brandy,” he replied and I blushed, as much from his words as from the torrid sex.

“Hold me and make this perfect,” I told him. Jack climbed from me and gathered me into his arms. He reached down and undid the clasps holding one stocking and then bent my leg and pushed off my high heel. Then Jack tugged off my stocking and turned me over to face him.

“What are you doing?” I asked curiously. He didn’t answer but instead balled up the stocking and cleaned his orgasm from my face. I giggled and let him gently swab his amazing mess from my cheeks, then my neck and finally my breasts. When he was done, Jack kissed me and moved to toss the stocking away. I stopped him, took it and put it to my lips. As he watched, I sucked his glorious treat from my stocking.

“That’s sexy, just like you,” he told me. I finished, getting what I could from the stocking, and then tossed it aside.

“Why do I want to be so naughty with you? I’m a good girl,” I asked him wondering if he knew why he held such power over me.

“No, you’re a bad girl. All I did was give you an excuse,” he said. I looked back on the evening and I could hardly believe what I’d done. I wasn’t like this but maybe he was right. Maybe I was a bad girl and I just hadn’t found the right guy to bring it out of me. Maybe all I needed was an excuse. Whatever. I was swimming in a sea of bliss and the hows and whys just didn’t matter right then.

“You’re staying, right?” I asked.

“You bet your fat ass I am,” he told me. I giggled. I liked it when he said that though I wasn’t completely sure why. Shouldn’t a man calling my ass fat have been some sort of insult? In the moment, it was perfect though. He liked me for what I was and that felt nice. However, the light of day would surely change how I felt. Jack and I were different people and I knew nothing about him. But right then, I luxuriated in the aftermath of our dirty sex and reality was held at bay. If only we could have stopped time and stayed there forever.

>>O<<

I woke the next morning and found myself alone in my bed. However, I smelled what I was sure was French toast. I climbed out of bed and discovered I was still wearing one stocking. I guess I didn’t take it off before we climbed under the covers and fell asleep but the shoe was missing. I remembered what we did with the other stocking and the memory brought back the entirety of the previous night. My Lord, what had gotten into me?

I slipped the remaining stocking off and after looking about the room, tossed it on the floor with the rest of the clothes lying about. I dug a sleep shirt out of my dresser, suddenly feeling modest, and went out to see what Jack was doing in the kitchen. I found him in front of the range naked and making breakfast. The scene was a bit surreal. I had no doubt last night happened, but seeing the tattooed biker standing naked in my kitchen brought it all home.