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Authors: C.T. Sloan
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brushes against my naked body. My lover pulls my head away from his cock and pushes me onto the ground. He gets on top of me, pushes my legs apart and goes deep.
“Oh yeah!” I cry out as I feel his cock inside of me. Now, I know my lover is back! He drills me so well that I claw his back with my fingernails. He one ups the ante by sinking his teeth into my shoulders. We begin to really hurt each other. I scratch his back again. This time, I believe I may have drawn blood. Well, that is not stopping my anonymous lover by a long shot. He turns me over and fucks me from behind while pushing my face into the grass. That handsome stud spanks my ass and pulls my hair while ordering me to, “take every fucking inch.”
My lover fucks me harder and harder. I feel my body ready to climax. I scream at the top of my voice. My anonymous lover forces my face into the grass in order to stifle my screams. Dammit. That big dick is killing me. All the blood is rushing to my head. I bite my lower lip and cum. My lover growls like an animal and calls me his, “little fucking sex toy” as he reaches his climax. By the time we are done, our bodies just collapse onto the grass. We are both lying on our backs. I look over at my lover’s cock, still throbbing from our spontaneous fuck session. I grab that dick and stroke it while my lover plays with my nipples. We kiss. And without saying a word, all is forgiven.
“What the fuck is that?!” I ask as I sense a light rolling over both of our bodies. My lover looks up and sees a Beach Patrol SUV shining a light in our direction. The vehicle is about one hundred feet away. We quickly gather our clothes and scamper over to a nearby condo complex right on the beach. The two of us giggle as we struggle to put our clothing back on.
“Looks like I am about to ruin your music career,” my anonymous lover says as he zips his pants back up.
“What do you mean?”
“You won’t have anymore sad songs to write.”
“I’ll just start writing songs about getting fucked, doggy-style, on the beach.”
We walk back to the bar. The bartender rushes over to me, “Where did you go?!”
“I had to take a little break.”
“Are you going to play any more songs tonight?”
“Yeah, maybe a few more. Then I’m going to take the rest of the night off.”
The bartender does a double take. “Well, you look a hell of a lot better tonight than you did last night.”
Oh yeah, a nice make-up fuck will do that to a girl.
I skip back to the piano with a spring to my step. I’m sure I have a “freshly fucked” look on my face. I begin to play. My anonymous lover sits down at a table right in front of my piano. There may be three hundred people inside the Arrow Bar but I only see one person. I see my man. I play for him.
The music coming out of my hands is pure sex. I lock eyes with my lover and begin to sing to him. It’s not a song. It’s a seduction. “You sexy motherfucker,” I purr. “Why do you do that to me?” I continue to improvise as the crowd is stunned into silence. The handsome stranger begins to slowly touch himself as I play for him. I open my legs slightly. I move like a snake as I start to simply moan into the microphone. I can hear some people in the crowd say, “Holy Fuck!” Yeah, I’m pushing this about as far as I can push this.
My music picks up as I blurt out lyrics like, “Choke me, slap me, fuck me.” I slowly begin to realize that my song is a musical manifestation of the sex that I’ve been having with my anonymous lover. My hands dance across the keys while the object of my affection develops one hell of a bulge in his pants. While I play, I lean over and seductively sip on a straw sticking out of my rum and Coke. Then I lick my lips. That’s enough for my lover to unzip his pants and start touching himself under the table. I smile at my lover and silently mouth the words, “pull it
“Oh yeah!” I cry out as I feel his cock inside of me. Now, I know my lover is back! He drills me so well that I claw his back with my fingernails. He one ups the ante by sinking his teeth into my shoulders. We begin to really hurt each other. I scratch his back again. This time, I believe I may have drawn blood. Well, that is not stopping my anonymous lover by a long shot. He turns me over and fucks me from behind while pushing my face into the grass. That handsome stud spanks my ass and pulls my hair while ordering me to, “take every fucking inch.”
My lover fucks me harder and harder. I feel my body ready to climax. I scream at the top of my voice. My anonymous lover forces my face into the grass in order to stifle my screams. Dammit. That big dick is killing me. All the blood is rushing to my head. I bite my lower lip and cum. My lover growls like an animal and calls me his, “little fucking sex toy” as he reaches his climax. By the time we are done, our bodies just collapse onto the grass. We are both lying on our backs. I look over at my lover’s cock, still throbbing from our spontaneous fuck session. I grab that dick and stroke it while my lover plays with my nipples. We kiss. And without saying a word, all is forgiven.
“What the fuck is that?!” I ask as I sense a light rolling over both of our bodies. My lover looks up and sees a Beach Patrol SUV shining a light in our direction. The vehicle is about one hundred feet away. We quickly gather our clothes and scamper over to a nearby condo complex right on the beach. The two of us giggle as we struggle to put our clothing back on.
“Looks like I am about to ruin your music career,” my anonymous lover says as he zips his pants back up.
“What do you mean?”
“You won’t have anymore sad songs to write.”
“I’ll just start writing songs about getting fucked, doggy-style, on the beach.”
We walk back to the bar. The bartender rushes over to me, “Where did you go?!”
“I had to take a little break.”
“Are you going to play any more songs tonight?”
“Yeah, maybe a few more. Then I’m going to take the rest of the night off.”
The bartender does a double take. “Well, you look a hell of a lot better tonight than you did last night.”
Oh yeah, a nice make-up fuck will do that to a girl.
I skip back to the piano with a spring to my step. I’m sure I have a “freshly fucked” look on my face. I begin to play. My anonymous lover sits down at a table right in front of my piano. There may be three hundred people inside the Arrow Bar but I only see one person. I see my man. I play for him.
The music coming out of my hands is pure sex. I lock eyes with my lover and begin to sing to him. It’s not a song. It’s a seduction. “You sexy motherfucker,” I purr. “Why do you do that to me?” I continue to improvise as the crowd is stunned into silence. The handsome stranger begins to slowly touch himself as I play for him. I open my legs slightly. I move like a snake as I start to simply moan into the microphone. I can hear some people in the crowd say, “Holy Fuck!” Yeah, I’m pushing this about as far as I can push this.
My music picks up as I blurt out lyrics like, “Choke me, slap me, fuck me.” I slowly begin to realize that my song is a musical manifestation of the sex that I’ve been having with my anonymous lover. My hands dance across the keys while the object of my affection develops one hell of a bulge in his pants. While I play, I lean over and seductively sip on a straw sticking out of my rum and Coke. Then I lick my lips. That’s enough for my lover to unzip his pants and start touching himself under the table. I smile at my lover and silently mouth the words, “pull it
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