Fang of Control - chapter 6 - Sex Stories

Fang of Control - chapter 6

... it to a hotel. I walked in and saw her drinking coffee in the lobby. I called out, “Natasha! That was a dirty trick! You owe me a new tire!”

She loudly replied from halfway across the lobby, “How about I pay you with a blowjob? And I won, so you owe me a new van.” The half dozen other men in the lobby stared as she removed her jacket and tied it around her waist, revealing the bright purple bikini top she usually danced in. She lifted a man’s jaw with a finger and teased, “Stare all you want, Gramps, but Ron is the only one who’s getting any.”

She jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. The men stared again as we Frenched kissed quite a while. I kept holding her and answered, “Those are expensive tires, two blowjobs. Did you get us a room?”

My nose detected a near-overdose of male sex pheromones and I saw bulges in the front of several men’s pants as she told me, “How about I deep-throat you once instead? Room 406. Take me to bed, you big STUD!” I glanced and saw several people had their mouths wide open in shock.

As I carried her into the elevator I was curious and asked, “Why were you over at the Women’s Prison?”

A sad expression appeared on her face as she said, “Visiting my Mom. She got 28 years for shooting Dad and his mistress. I was born there and grew up in foster homes.” Her solemn look suddenly turned to anger as she declared, “Growing up an orphan is HORRIBLE! I don’t care if you screw around, but if you ever abandon me and our ...

... kids, I’ll KILL you and get away with it! I swear, I really will!”

Instead of fear, as the elevator doors opened I felt intense lust. “You’ll let me play around if I always come home? DEAL!” My tongue didn’t leave her mouth until I unlocked the door to our room. After some slow and loving sex, then a long nap, I bought her a black and silver van to replace the rusty old white one. It took half a day to make it from Denver to Boulderwash, Utah. You haven’t heard of Boulderwash? Pretty much nobody but the 400 residents have. In the parking lot of the town’s only grocery store, I pointed and told her, “Look over there. You can’t quite see our house, it’s on the other side of that hill. We’re nearly home.”

I felt her warm breath on my ear as she happily mused, “OUR house? Home? FINALLY, I’ll have a real home and a man who deserves me! And babies, lots of babies!”

I squeezed a boob through her jacket. “And lots of baby making! Let’s buy what we need for the winter and get out of here. I can’t wait to hibernate naked with you.”

It was good we had two large vehicles. We bought five full carts of groceries, including half my weight in jerky and sausage. I didn’t like her getting eight cartons of cigarettes, but I smiled gleefully when she handed me her birth control pills. She said, “I don’t need ‘em anymore. Lead me home and put some kids in me.”

I would have been happy to obey, but a blonde young lady walked near us. I tried to remember where I’d seen her before but she ...