By Oleander Plume
“Are you wearing panties under this tiny excuse for a dress?”
The voice in my ear was unmistakable – part whiskey soaked Southern gentleman, part demonic sex fiend. I turned and stared directly into his eyes.
“Has that line ever worked for you, Gabe?”
“That was no pick-up line, darlin’, that was a genuine question.” His innocent smirk didn’t fool me for a second. “Are you going to answer?”
“No.” I resumed the position he’d found me in, hands on the pier railing, staring at the lake. “You do know I’m engaged, right?”
He stood next to me, uncomfortably close. “Yeah, I know. And even if I didn’t, the gigantic rock on your finger is hard to miss.”
“You’ve never hit on me before, why start now?”
“Beth told me she’d kill me if I did.”
“And now that I’m engaged and unavailable, you find me irresistible, is that it?”
“You don’t know me at all.”
He was wrong. Beth had been my best friend since seventh grade and I knew her brother well. Gabe was a predator, always on the hunt for a fresh kill, but once he had his prey stuffed and mounted, he lost interest and moved on to find new game.
“How long will you be in town?”
“Beth didn’t tell you? I’m back for good this time.”
He took a long pull from the flask he always carried and then offered it to me. The taste of his lips on the rim made my pussy ache.
“For good? There’s nothing good about you.”
Gabe laughed. “I guess you do know me after all.” He put his hand over mine. “I should be sorry about what I said earlier, but I’m not. I could have just said hello, or told you how beautiful you look in the moonlight, but that’s not what you want to hear, is it?”
“What do you think I want to hear?”
“Filthy, dirty things that will set your blood on fire. You’ve got the wild in you, darlin’, I can feel it.” He picked up my hand and examined my engagement ring. “Does he tell you what you want to hear?”
I thought about my fiancée. Craig was the son of a minister, squeaky clean with a fondness for missionary style sex. He was the kind of man my parents wanted for me, but did I really want him? That’s what I had been contemplating before Gabe interrupted my solitude.
“No, he doesn’t”
He pulled my hand to his mouth and licked my fingertips. I couldn’t help but wonder how that tongue would feel pressed up against my clit.
“Fuck.” Gabe dropped my hand. “You should run away from me, Libby, I’m trouble.”
I lifted my dress and slicked my fingers with wetness from my dripping cunt before shoving them into his mouth.
”There are two things you need to know about me, Gabe. One, I never wear panties, and two, trouble is exactly what I need.” He sucked my fingers like starving infant, amber eyes dark with lust. “How does my pussy taste?”
“Like honey and venom.”
“You think I’m poisonous?”
“I always thought you were an angel, but now, I think I’m afraid of you.” He tugged on my ring. “What about him?”
“Do you really care?”
He lifted the back of my dress and slid his fingers down the valley of my ass while we kissed. Behind us was a house full of party guests, and if Beth hadn’t been one of them, I would have gladly fucked him right on the pier.
“Come on, I know a good place where we can be alone.”
I took his hand and dragged him to the path that surrounded the lake. A few minutes later, we found my destination, the ruins of an abandoned bait and tackle shop that had burned to the ground. All that remained was one graffiti covered cinder block wall.
“Yes, here. I want to be dirty, Gabe.” I slipped out of my dress and sandals before laying on the barren ground. “Tell me all the filthy things you want to do to me.” I spread my legs and stroked my clit while he watched.
He unbuttoned his shirt. “I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue.”
I dipped my wet finger into the dirt, then wrote “fuck” across my stomach. “More.”
He unzipped his jeans. “I want to bury my cock in your ass.”
I scrawled “cock” across the top of my left breast, then “ass” over the right. “More, tell me more.”
Now naked, he sprawled out next to me. “I want you to finger my ass while you suck my cock. I want you to sit on my face so I can drown in your wet cunt. Then, I want to fuck you in every position imaginable.”
“I might let you do all those things, but first, you’re going to watch me come.”
I rested the heel of one foot on the wall and spread wider. Gabe knelt between my legs and languidly stroked his beautiful cock while I strummed my clit.
“Fuck, you’re hotter than hell, darlin’. Can you roll over? I want to see that sweet little ass of yours.”
“I’m calling the shots, remember?”
“That’s why I said ‘please’. It’s not a word I use often.”
His eyes narrowed and he gripped his cock with more ferocity. Gabe was Adonis personified, women practically fell at his feet, and he’d become accustomed getting what he asked for. I enjoyed seeing his face washed in frustrated agony.
“You want to taste my pussy again?”
I dipped two fingers inside my cunt and licked them clean while I smirked at him. “I can see why, I am so fucking delicious.”
Gabe actually whimpered, like a lost puppy, but didn’t move a muscle. Since he was behaving, I rolled over and positioned myself on my knees, ass in the air, face touching the ground as if in reverence.
“That’s a hot look right there. You’re covered in muck and the soles of your feet are black, but your pussy is so clean and wet, I want to rub my face all over it.”
After finger fucking my cunt, I reached from above and swirled the wetness around my puckered knot. I couldn’t see Gabe from that position, but heard his hand moving faster.
“Don’t you dare come, Gabe. Don’t you dare.”
“If you keep touching your ass like that, darlin’, I’m going to shoot my load all over you.”
“No, you’re not.” I worked the tip of my finger into my hole and used my other hand to fondle my clit. “I’m coming first, and that’s that.”
“Yeah, come for me, Libby. I want to hear you moan, I want to see you writhe in the dirt, because the filthier you get, the cleaner you look to me.”
His words put me over the edge and I came harder than I ever had before. My body rocked and quaked and I almost sobbed with joy. There, in that deserted place, covered in grime and bathed in moonlit white, I felt reborn, as if I’d been baptized; cleansed instead of sullied.
“I’m ready for you now, Gabe.”
“First, you need to mark me, too.” I drew a heart around one of his nipples, and then wrote ‘hunter’ across his stomach. “That’s what you think of me?”
“You have to admit, you are the love ‘em and leave ‘em type.”
His voice grew soft. “People can change, Lib. I mean, you just did, right before my eyes, you claimed your wild side, it was fucking sexy as hell to witness.”
I smiled as I changed ‘hunter’ to ‘hunted’. “Better?”
“Yeah. Now write Libby, right over my heart.”
I smiled as I wrote my name across his broad chest, feeling like I’d tamed a wild beast, but instantly regretted it. When I tried to wipe my name off his skin, he grabbed my hand.
“I like your name on me.” He pointed to the head of his cock, it was purple and dripping. “I think I’d like all of you on me, and soon.”
“Which position should we try first?”
“Whatever you want, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“I want to ride your cock, facing you, so I can see your face when you come.”
He leaned up against the wall with his legs stretched out. I straddled his lap, and lowered myself down, sighing with pleasure as his thick cock filled me fuller than I had ever been.
Each thrust vibrated deep into my core. Gabe wasn’t just fucking my cunt, he was fucking my entire body.
“I think I could live inside your pussy, darlin’. Kiss me.”
I teased him first by licking his bottom lip, then by pulling my head away before he could capture my lips under his. I licked his chin, his neck and his earlobe. Finally, I gave in, and we kissed and fucked with a perfect rhythm. He moaned against my mouth.
“Can I come inside you?”
“No, I want you to come all over me.”
“Lift up, quick.”
I watched his cock shiver before it coated my pubic hair in whorls of white. Staring at his face, the look of peace I saw there made my heart skip a beat. He rested his head against my chest and tried to catch his breath.
“Now clean me up.” He reached for his shirt but I shook my head.
He grinned. “That’s my girl, my naughty, dirty girl.”
Gabe helped me up to a standing position and then grabbed my ass. Pulling my pussy to his face, he gobbled up every drop of his own semen, before proceeding to suck my clit until I came. My moans echoed through the still night air and I imagined the sound carried all the way to the moon. I collapsed on his lap, shivering and spent, grateful for the muscular arms that wrapped around me.
“I love the taste of your pretty poison, darlin’. A man could get used to that flavor.”
“Mmmmm,” was all I could manage.
“Hey.” He lifted my chin and peered into my eyes. “Could we, uh, you know, do that again sometime?”
“Yes, I would like that.”
Gabe stroked my left hand. “And what about-“
I made a tiny grave with a stick, dropped the ring inside and covered it with earth. I felt no remorse, no grief, only satisfaction. Craig had been a mistake, the kind that happens when you don’t follow your heart.
“Was that a real rock?”
“Yes, it was.”
“He probably paid big bucks for that. You’re just going to leave it in the dirt?”
“That’s my plan.”
Gabe dug up the ring and grinned at me. “I have a better idea. Let’s pawn this and go to Vegas. I’ll bet there’s lots of places to fuck in Vegas.”
“Will you show me all those positions you mentioned earlier?”
“Baby, I’ll show you anything you want, I’ll show you the whole fucking world. Just promise me one thing.”
“You won’t pack any panties.”
I sealed the deal with a kiss.
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