Violet

          She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when she got to the airport that day.  She had never done anything like this before and she sure as hell hadn’t been planning on it.  The dress that she was wearing made her feel somewhat out of place with things.  Normally she was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, but he had specifically requested something with easy access.  It made her feel a little cheap, but it was also kind of a turn-on. Her legs weren’t anything fantastic, but she knew how to use them.  Right now she was nervously strutting down the corridors of the airport, but soon she would be using her legs in a far different manner.

            His name was Michah and he was five feet and eleven inches of gorgeous Moroccan-Canadian god.  The only downside was that he knew it.  Cocky as hell and a deep sexy voice that went on for days in more ways than one, she figured that she was up to the challenge of bringing this man to his knees.  They hadn’t actually met yet in the traditional sense, but after countless chatroom rendezvous and a myriad of late-night phone calls she was fairly confident that she could handle what their real-life encounter would have in store for her. 

            Shay was never the kind of woman that anyone would describe as “striking” or even “beautiful,” but she could pass for cute, and she was perfectly content with that.  Although her affinity to constantly get guys that she assumed were way out of her league always seemed to amaze her, this was probably the hottest guy that she had ever been in any kind of a relationship with.  So, as he nonchalantly walked down the terminal, weekend bag in hand, she almost had half a mind to just turn the other way and run off like a scared little girl. But after all of the conversations that they had had and all of his assurances and after driving all the way out here, she figured that she didn’t really have a whole hell of a lot to lose—and he was looking particularly delicious, so she headed over to meet him.

            “Michah?” she meekly asked.

            “Hey there babe!  Come and give me a fucking hug!” he said oozing with charm.

            “Yeah,” she replied putting on her best sarcastic bitch tone, “I bet you’d like that, but I’m sure that you’d try to grab my ass in the process.”

            “And the problem with that is…?”

            “True story,” she laughed, and snatched the bag out of his hand so that he could wrap his arms around her and she could finally press her creamy white cleavage against his chest.  (And yes, there was ass grabbing in the process.)

            “So, what did you have planned for us today my dear?”

            “Well,” she said, giddy as a schoolgirl, “I was thinking that we could go out into the city tonight and I could show you a few things since you’ve never been out this way before.”

            “Okay,” he said holding out the A for an extended period of time to irritate her, “and then what?  Wink, wink.”

            “And then, we will take it from there and see what happens if you play your cards right.”

            “Oh, whatever, you know you’re gonna fuck me tonight.  Maybe even today.  Hell, let’s see what happens in the parking lot.”

            “Ha ha, fuck you, you arrogant asshole!”

            “But I’m your arrogant asshole! And I am going to fuck you,” he said with sweet puppy dog eyes.

            “Yeah, well we’ll see about that.  Come on,” she coyly said, “the car is this way.”

            She grabbed him by his firm brown hand as he trailed behind dragging his bag and murmuring smart ass comments into the air, “Hell, I’ll have you on your back right here in the fucking airport.”  She pretended she didn’t hear it but grinned a wide promising smile back at him.

            It was quite a way through the maze of cars in the parking lot, but it gave them some time to let the awkwardness melt away and the longing begin. She could feel his palm getting sweaty beneath hers and felt a little bit better about things, knowing that she wasn’t alone in her state of mind.  She gripped his hand tightly and glanced down to see the glorious clashing of skin colors and gave him another tiny smile. When they finally got to the car she unlocked the trunk to her tiny red economy car and put his bag inside.  She had just shut the trunk and out of nowhere he grabbed her and threw her up against the side of the car.  He held her face with one hand and one breast with the other, slowly working his way down her torso. 

            “You have no idea how badly I have wanted this, Shay.” And he pushed his lips against hers, parting them with his tongue, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as to what his intentions were to any on looking passersby.  He ran his fingers through her long brown hair and nibbled on her neck and ears as she raked her nails across his back through the ridiculous novelty t-shirt that he was wearing.  She hadn’t been kissed like that in the longest time and she hungrily devoured every bit of passion that he was willing to throw her way while she gave back anything and everything that she could. 

            Just then a security guard drove by in a golf cart and stopped right at the car.  He shot them a dirty look and cleared his throat, but they paid him no heed and he gave them some cheesy bit about getting a room or something to that extent and drove off. 

            “Alright, we are adults. We can wait for this,” Shay gasped, straightening out the wrinkles in her newly tussled skirt.  “Let’s go.  And, since you’ve been a good boy, I’ll even let you drive.”

            “Oooh, driving a Ford Escort!  It’s always been a dream of mine!”

            “Yeah, yeah… Get in the car you tool.  The directions to the BART station are in the front seat.”

            “We shall see who the tool will be tonight, sweetness.”

            “Geez, just get in the car and don’t hold your breath,” she scoffed, throwing him the keys to the car.

           

***

            They hadn’t been in the car for very long, but things were starting to get crazy again.  She needed to fuck him and she needed it badly.  But she wasn’t about to tell him that and let him get the upper hand again.  She had always hated pretty, rich boys, but she just had a feeling that this one was different.  So she was going to give this a chance, but she wasn’t about to give it away for nothing and make herself feel like a two-dollar whore in the process.  This time she was completely in control of the situation.  Let the first move be hers. 

            After fiddling with the radio for a few minutes and feigning disinterest for a few more, she finally decided to strike and put a light hand on his jeans.  It started at his knee and he patted her hand softly.  But as one of her favorite romantic songs came on the radio she slowly moved her hand up his thigh and back down again.

            “Keep your eyes on the road.  I still haven’t paid this car off,” she said with no intention of stopping, as if her hand had a mind of its own. 

            “You’re making it hard,” he whined.

            “Don’t I know it,” she laughed.

            The button on his jeans was easier to open up than she thought it would be.  The zipper gave her a bit of flack, but she could handle it. 

            “And what exactly are you doing down there, my dear?”

            “Don’t worry about it, just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll keep doing what I’m doing.”

            She smiled up at him and started pawing at his jeans.  In their midnight confessions he had told her that he was endowed with “just a bit more” than the average guy, but as the bulge in his boxers started to grow, she soon discovered that she was getting just a bit more than she had bargained for indeed.  She wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction of having even more to hold over her, though, so when she finally freed him of his boxers she looked at him and in her bitchiest tone proclaimed, “Hmm, I thought it would be bigger.” 

            “I’m so sure,” he laughed.  “Now are you going to hit it, or babysit it?”

            “Ha ha, I’m doing whatever the hell I feel like doing with it.  It is mine now isn’t it?”

            “We’ll see how you treat it first, and then we’ll work out the details,” he replied smugly.

            “Uh huh… Well if that’s the case…”

            And with that she licked her lips and before he knew what was happening she took as much as she possibly could of him in her mouth and wrapped her tongue around him while she brought her head up and down with mechanical precision.  He let out a tiny moan and she stopped abruptly.

            “See, that’s what you get for being such a—“

            But before she could continue her catty tirade her grabbed her by the hair and shoved her back down on his cock.

            “I didn’t say you could stop, did I?” he asked, forcing her mouth on his body, pushing down deeper than before, choking her on all eight and a half inches of what he was packing. 

            A trucker in a big rig could see the whole show from the next lane over and gave him a thumbs up as he passed.  Michah laughed with a disturbing boyish glee and kept on driving with Shay bobbing up and down in his lap.  She scratched his arms to let him know that she needed to come up for air, but he ignored her muffled cries and kept his eyes on the road.  He continued on like that for a few moments more until she lightly dug her teeth across his tip and he released her for a split second. 

            “You asshole!” she yelled.  He could see the tears steaming down her cheeks from the pools that were her misty blue-grey eyes.  “You are such a jerk!”

            “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.  I know what you want and I know how to give it to you, even if you’re afraid to ask for it.  Now be a good girl and finish up and if you do, I swear to you that I will more than return the favor tonight if you like.”

            She stared at him with a raging fire behind her eyes.  He knew too much about her fantasies and it scared the hell out of her.  But there he was, stroking her hair seeming completely sincere.  He had never lied to her before, and if anything it was somewhat refreshing to meet a man who actually was true to his word on being so dominant on a sexual level when most men talked a big game and then disappointed.

            “You have to let me breathe a little bit, but—“

            He took her approval and ran with it.  He was already close to where he needed to be anyway.  They had agreed not to do anything for two weeks to themselves before they met so that it would be amazing the first time they were together, so this wasn’t going to take much longer, especially at this rate. 

            “It will be much less complicated at this point if you just swallow.  Alright babe?” She hated swallowing.  It always made her slightly nauseous afterwards.  But at this point it didn’t really seem like she had any choice in the matter.  Especially because about five seconds after he finished his sentence she could feel the hot, salty nothingness running down the back of her throat.  And even though he was climaxing he was fucking relentless and was forcing it down harder than ever, making sure that she took every last drop.  She was gagging on his cock and he was loving every second of it.  When he was finally kind enough to release her face from his ironclad grip, she looked at him with watery eyes and a tiny string of saliva running from his cock to her lips.

            “So, we’re here,” he said cheerfully.

***

            The ride from the BART station into San Francisco was filled with hand-holding, ear-nibbling and crotch grabbing.  Shay was feeling somewhat used and flustered, but at the same time he was still here with her and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying her company.  They were acting like two high school seniors that had decided to skip the prom in search of other less scrupulous adventures and it had been a long time since she had felt that.  They got off the train and ended up somewhere on Powell Street.

            “So where are we going exactly?”

            “Well, that is the beauty of San Francisco.  There is a lot to do but you just kind of have to find it out for yourself.  I am not an expert on this city at all, but it’s fun to ask random people where good places are to check out because you’ll get a different recommendation every time.”

            “Alright then…”

            They ended up asking a trendy looking Japanese couple for a good restaurant idea and wound up eating at a small café/coffee shop with an open mic night poetry session going on.  After listening to a stout lesbian ranting about why vaginas were way better than penises, they wandered around the city for a bit and ended up at Yerba Buena Gardens.  They had a carousel, bowling and an ice skating rink there and seeing as how Shay had never been ice skating before in her life and Michah was ridiculously Canadian, they opted for the latter. 

            He helped her lace up her rental skates as if she were a child and held her hand as they stepped out onto the ice.  She latched on to the side of the rink and watched him show-off.  She had loved rollerblading, but was completely accident-prone, so ice skating never looked like it would appeal to her until today.

            “Are you coming, hon?” he laughed, smirking at her with a this-is-going-to-be-good smile.

            “I feel like I’m going to fall on my ass out here.  And that’s totally attractive, right?”

            “Heh, don’t worry about it.  I’ll catch you!”

            “Or I’ll take you down with me and then we’ll both be super hot,” she smiled.

            “Yeah, either way, I’m here.”

            He gave her his hand and they made their way out into the middle of the ice.  She completely regretting wearing a dress at this point, but he was enjoying it.  They had been skating for about fifteen minutes and she was finally starting to get the hang of things when one of her laces came undone and she tripped herself in the true klutzy fashion, twisting her ankle in the process.

            “Um, so I think I’m done skating for the night,” she laughed.

            “Yeah, it sure looks that way.  Are you okay?”

            “Yeah, it’s totally fine, my ankle broke my fall.”

            “Well, at least you won’t forget this night,” he smiled down at her, offering to help her up.

            “I don’t know, I’ve fallen quite a few times.  And I’m sure there have been a few dates that I’ve fallen on before.  Don’t go thinking you’re special because of that.”

            “I didn’t say that this was why you were going to remember tonight, did I?”

            She took the hand that he had been dangling in front of her and got to her feet.  She saw a sparkle in his eye and put the rest of the evening in his hands.

            “Let’s see what other kind of trouble we can get into tonight—preferably the kind that doesn’t require a visit to the doctor’s office.”

            He called a cab and helped her inside.  Her ankle hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t anything serious.  He told her that he had heard of a really nice hotel where they could spend the night and she could keep off her ankle.  He got them checked in and helped her up to the room.  They lay in bed and watched a movie on television while he rubbed her ankle and whispered horrible things in her ear that made her blush uncontrollably.  Michah rubbing her ankle turned into Michah rubbing her calves and then her thighs and working his way upwards.  Suddenly she wasn’t regretting wearing a dress anymore.

           

***

            After a myriad of kisses, bites and a well-deserved massage, she finally slid her panties down her legs and flung them to the floor with her painted toes.  One sexy eyebrow was raised, but it wasn’t hers. 

            “Now take off your shirt,” she told him.

            “Oh, so now you think you are giving the commands, eh?”

            And with a meek little smile and closed eyes she nodded to him playfully.

            “Alright, I’ll humor you for now.  But within minutes you’ll be calling me your Papi Chulo and screaming ‘Aye!’”

            “Wow.  Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said dryly as the hint of a smile danced across her face.

            “If you say so,” he said, “but that’s what they all say, and then they are—“

            “All? Eh?  How many are we talking here?”

            “Don’t worry your pretty little head off about it.  I’m always safe.  But with you I might be getting into some dangerous territory,” he winked.

            “Anyway, take off your shirt!” she demanded with a bit of a high-pitched tone.

            “Yes ma’am! Right away, ma’am!” he said sarcastically. 

But he still took it off.

“Now the pants.”

“I suppose you’ll want my skivvies too, eh?”

“Yep.”

            And in a matter of seconds he was stripped down in front of her wearing nothing but a smirk and a pair of tube socks. 

            “Now you,” he said.

            “I’ll do what I want in my own sweet time.  Now turn off the lights and get over here.”

            He bounded over to the other side of the room to turn off the lamp, his cock swinging back and forth all the while, and she couldn’t help but stare.  As the room went dark she slowly peeled off her dress and let it fall to the ground of the hotel room.  A sliver of moonlight shown in through the window and exposed her fleshy, porcelain body with curves in most of the right places.  She lay sideways on the bed letting the silhouette of her hips and chest make a beautiful, touchable curve.

            “Now you can come over here,” she said softly, patting the mattress with one hand and rubbing the top of her thigh with the other.

            He lay down on the bed, not knowing exactly what to expect.  He folded his arms behind his head and she gracefully straddled him at the waist. 

            “Now, I know what you want,” she whispered in a very matter-of-fact manner, “but until I get what I want you aren’t—“

            “Sorry, I don’t like to play that game,” he announced.  Pushing her off of him, she toppled over onto her back as he positioned himself over her, using one strong hand to pin her wrists to the top of the bed and the other to muffle her surprised cry.  He used his muscular legs to spread her knees apart.  He could see the excitement in her eyes as his stiffness was only inches away from ripping her apart.

            “Now, we don’t have to go through this whole charade.  I know how you want it, and if you are a good girl I might just give it to you.”

            He looked her dead in the eyes and without another word slid himself into her.  She let out a tiny sigh as he began to work her over with a mechanical kind of precision that she could truly appreciate.  He grabbed her carefully by the ankles and threw her legs over each of his shoulders, kissing her calves with great zeal. She squirmed a bit, but he held her tight, not letting her out of the cumbersome position she was forced into.  After several variations of leg positions, he pulled out from inside of her and let her legs fall to the mattress.

            Exasperated, she was gasping for breath and still a little miffed that he wouldn’t let her be on top for a while.  Her pussy hadn’t been this wet in a while, and she was starting to get a bit sore, but she couldn’t help but stir the pot.

            “So that’s it then?” she was able to muster up in a most catty tone.

            “Did I say I was done?” he questioned, slightly taking offence.  “Did you feel cum dripping down your leg?  Did I hear you scream my name?  I don’t think so.  Now get on your fucking hands and knees like the good little bitch that you are and we will continue our lesson.”

            “Lesson, huh?  Could have fooled—“

            And with that he flipped her over and pushed her face into the pillows.  He slapped her hard across the ass and the backs of her thighs as she quivered a bit in anticipation. 

            “I’m telling you darling, you won’t be able to walk right for a week by the time I’m done with you.  You might want to make friends with that pillow there, because you are probably going to be needing it soon.”

            He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her wet slit, still giving her light spankings to show her how bad and impetuous she had been.  She turned her head back to see if she could gauge what was going to happen next, and as her eyes met his, he spread her apart and rammed himself into her.

            “Oh my God!” she screamed into the pillow, her fingernails digging into it, holding on for dear life.

            “Shhh,” he told her, not letting up for even a second.  “Just embrace it and you’ll find that it can be quite nice.”

            She let out several more moans as she felt him thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of her.

            “You dirty little slut, you love getting fucked from the back, don’t you?”

            “Uh huh,” she panted.  She probably would have agreed to anything at that point, and didn’t really seem to care too much about her pride anymore.

            He hit it hard for several minutes and when he thought that she wasn’t as responsive he would take it out very slowly and shove it all back in again just to make sure she was paying attention.  She was.  It went on like that for quite some time until she suddenly felt a new kind of sensation.

            “What are you doing back there?” she said in between short breaths.

            “Don’t worry about it.  I know how your sick twisted mind thinks and what your body needs.  Just relax yourself and it will go so much faster.”

            She didn’t see him put his finger in his mouth to get it all nice and lubed up, but she certainly felt him put it in her ass and she clenched up around him and he laughed as he kept fucking her pussy relentlessly.

            “I said relax.  It’s going in your ass one way or another, so just let me do it my way and maybe I’ll let you get something out of it too.”

            “But I don’t—“

            “Yes.  Yes you do.  Don’t deny it.  We are both going to get what we want tonight.  Trust me.”

            And without warning, he took it out of her pussy and jammed the tip in her other hole, causing her to wince and let out a tiny cry.  He slowly, slowly, slowly pushed everything inside of her and she felt her eyes roll up into the back of her head.  It hurt so badly and she had never had anything like that in there before.  She went to reach for her clit to at least make part of it feel better but he slapped her hand away.

            “No,” he told her.  He could feel her clenching around him and he absolutely loved it.  He just stayed right there inside of her, all eight and a half inches, completely stationary, stretching her out.  She cried out a bit, but he didn’t move a muscle.

            “Why are you doing that?  At least fuck me with it?  Or let me touch myself.  Come on!” she pleaded.

            “No,” he said very plainly.  It was really starting to get to her and he could feel it.

With his hands on her hips and his cock in her ass, he told her quite dryly, “You know what I want to hear.”

            “Uh, what?” she squeaked.

            “Say it.”

            “Michah. Please fuck me,” she begged.

            “Nope, that isn’t it,” he laughed.

            “Master?  Do you want me to call you master with your great desire to push me into submission?”

            “Well, that is nice,” he chuckled, “but no, that isn’t it either.  And I can stay like this for quite some time.  It’s nice in here.  You know what I want you to say.”

            “Oh my God.  No fucking way.”

            “Yep,” he said, moving his hips just a tiny bit to reinforce his point.  “Just say those magic words and you will be a soaking wet pile of girl-gasm in no time.  So fucking say it.”

            “No.”

            “Say,” pulling the cock out slowly, “it.”

            “No!” she cried.

            “Say it,” he whispered, almost completely out except for the tip.

            “Fuck me.”

            “Fuck me, what?”

            “Fuck me…” and something intelligible came out from the corners of her mouth.

            “What was that?  I didn’t quite understand that.”

            “You heard me,” she pouted.

            “Just one more time for the people next door.  Come on, sweetness.  Say it for me.”

            “Fuck me Papi Chulo! There!  Happy?” she screamed.

            “Very,” he said sliding himself all the way back in.  She let out a loud moan and started rubbing her clit with great speed.  He was ripping her apart, going faster and faster, listening to her breathing getting more and more erratic.  He was doing everything he could not to let himself go.

            “That’s it, baby.  Get yourself good.  This part is all for you,” he told her in a velvety soft voice.

            She touched herself until she thought that her hand was going to fall off, thinking of how she had his cock in her ass and what a dirty whore she was becoming for him.  Then quite suddenly she reached climax and her whole body shook, gripping him tight within her as she let out a horrible cry.

            “Fuck!” she exclaimed, trying to collect herself.  He was still pumping away at her and the feeling seemed to last forever.  It was just about then that she heard him moan just a little bit louder than all the other times, and with a soft popping sound he pulled out as a warm liquid ran down the back of her thigh.

            She turned around to make some kind of comment about how he was going to have to clean that up, only to find that he was still stroking himself and had a devious grin on his face.  She didn’t even stand a chance of getting out of the way as he grabbed her by the hair and covered her nose, mouth and chin with almost everything that he had been saving for the last two weeks with the exception of the ride over.

            She looked unbelievably pissed and he couldn’t help but laugh.

            “Aww, you look so cute covered in my cum!” he giggled.

            “You are a bastard.  Wow.  What the fuck is on my leg then?” she said through tight lips, trying not to let anything drip into her mouth.

            “Ha ha.  I had one of those tiny bottles of KY just in case, but turned out I didn’t need it since you were so damn wet.”

            She slapped him across the face and limped into the bathroom being mindful of her injured ankle which had turned a few lovely shades of dark and light violet.  She turned on the lights to hunt for a towel and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  It reminded her of a really expensive facial cream she tried once and she let out a tiny laugh.  As she wiped her face and turned on the shower, he came up behind her and cupped his hands across her chest, trying in vain to completely hold a breast in each hand.  He kissed her on the cheek and they looked at each other for a second in the mirror.  The mist from the shower eventually fogged up the glass and their reflections disappeared. 

            After the shower they wrapped themselves up in the starchy hotel sheets and he held her as they both drifted off silently, waiting for the sun to come up and determine what was to come with the rest of their tawdry misadventures.