Another story done for fun. Of course this could also be a cool series. Let me know. Vote. Comment. Tell me what ya think. As always i hope you enjoy!!!
Texarkana Winter 1988
A Tale of Two Cocks:
I pull the collar of my jacket up against the winter wind. The cars and trucks go by in an endless parade spewing slush and icy cold water in their wake. The wind is bitter and the people are warm and friendly so there is balance. I shoulder the door to the coffeehouse open and slip inside before a gust buffets it closed again. A wave or heat is accompanied by the scent of smoke, sweat and perfume. I look around and see that my entrance doesn't go unnoticed and the barista waves me over and greets me with a genuine smile.
"What can I get ya," she asks in her southern twang.
"What's the special of the day," I ask and I see her eyes widen, her breath quicken and nipples harden under her t-shirt.
"You're not from around here," she says with a bigger smile and points to the white board behind her.
I glance up and read it quickly and decide on the French Vanilla with a roast beef sandwich. She points to a nearby table and fills my drink and tells the cook my order. Soon she is sitting with me and telling me how rare my kind of man is in these parts. I sip my coffee and watch her intently listening to her every word. She offers me her hand and I take it and finding her pulse and tap lightly in time with her heart then slowly tap faster and then faster still and when she climaxes without so much as a hint or warning she looks at me like I am magic.
"How did you do that," she purrs her panties soaked from her climax.
"Do what," I reply coyly followed by a quick smile.
"Do you have a place to stay the night," she asks ignoring the three customers at the counter.
"You have customers," I say.
"Oh fuck them they can wait," she snarls.
"Serve them now and you can serve me later," I tell her pitching my voice just so.
"Anything you want," she gets to her feet and stops to ask. "I don't even know your name."
"They call me Jack." I tell her.
"Jack, that's a good solid name. My name is Moira."
"Nice to meet you Moira," I tell her with another quick smile.
The cook comes out and delivers my sandwich and looks from me to Moira and shakes his head.
"Be gentle," he says. "She's a good kid but falls in lust at the drop of a hat."
"I'll be gentle," I tell him.
I find a newspaper and watch the parade of humanity as it ebbs and flows in and around the coffeehouse. It is nearly two hours before she walks in and all eyes are on her and for a very good reason she is absolutely perfect in every way. If you like big tits hers are firm full and ready to burst from her top. If you are a leg man her skirt is slit just so you can see from thigh to ankle. If you are an ass man... okay you get the point. She licks her lips and sashays up to the counter and orders the sweetest thing on the menu and walks right over to my table.
"'Ello Jack," she says as she sits.
"Hello demon," I reply.
"How impersonal for a man of your skills with words... say my name." her voice is like liquid silver and can make a man painfully hard with just a few syllables.
"Glasya," I said softly.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM now was that so difficult," she purred.
"I suppose not," I admitted. "What do you want Glasya?"
"Me, I'm just bopping around looking for potential clients."
"You mean you're running dry on souls again," I said. "Mom must be a little peeved."
"Not as angry as she is with you," she growled.
"That is not my problem... yet." I told her.
"Be a love and I won't tell the hunters where you are."
"How many," I asked.
"Just one... that one..." she said pointing at Moira. "I'll let you fuck her first... then feed me Jack or I swear..."
"Listen Demon," I pitched my voice that normally would force someone to void their bladder and bowels. "You know how well I take to threats. But I promised her dad I'd be gentle and you know I can't go back on a promise. Now pick someone else and she's all yours."
"You know Jack I like your style a gentleman to the end. How about that bottle blonde on the end with the butterfly in her hair," she never even moved her gaze.
"Sure, fucked or unfucked," I asked.
"Fucked of course," Glasya said with a serpentine grin.
"Consider it done once you feed you leave town," I said locking eyes with her.
"You drive a hard bargain Jack but sure I'll skip town once you fuck her and feed me."
"The sooner the better then go hide out in the alley next to this building and I'll have her there in no time."
"MMMMMMMMM classy Jack," she sneered.
"Fuck you bitch take it or leave it," I said my temper slipping its chain.
"MMMMMMMMMMM I love it when you get riled boyo," she said standing and leaving a hundred dollar tip. "Tata death dealer."
I looked over at the blonde and saw she was already with two guys. Great. I rose and walked over and leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Do you like to suck cocks," I said in such a way as to push her from a mere stranger to long lost lover.
She looked up and smiled her eyes glittering with lust.
"Sugah are you in for a ride," she purred as she got to her feet.
I offered her my arm and she eagerly took it. I left without a backward glance and guided her to the alleyway and got her out of line of sight.
"On your knees slut," I told her and she eagerly followed my directions and dropped down and freed my semi-hard cock. "Now suck it as if your life depends upon it."
She closed her eyes and made love to my dick. The blonde had half of it down her throat in no time and I could see Glasya watching intently from the shadows. I felt the blonde's hand now as she stroked the shaft and her lips and tongue focused on the tip. She was working it with great gusto and I was rock hard in no time.
"Are you wearing panties under that skirt of yours?"
"No Sugah," she moaned.
"Good now stand up and face the wall."
She got to her feet and turned away from me and I lifted up her skirt and rammed my cock into her hard burying it to the hilt.
"DAMN baby... how'd you know I like it rough?" she said over her shoulder.
