Welcome to E. Mayberry

We both looked up to see a grubby looking man with slicked back black hair and a greying beard. He looked battle born, ready to throw down if given any good reason to.

“That’s sweet,” I said, “but I’m very tired and I’d like to finish my conversation with my friend.”

“You’d rather talk to him than dance with me?” the man said.

“I’d rather not get in a lousy mood,” I replied. “I’m having a good time. Maybe I’ll dance with you some other time if you’d still like that.”

“Whore,” the man said as he turned to walk away.

“What did you say?” Tension said, standing up from his seat.

The man turned back toward our table and approached. He stood at least a foot taller than Tension, who was no small man himself, and was about twice the detective’s size.

“You wanna defend your bitch? You got somethin’ you wanna fuckin’ say to me?” the man said. “I’ll break your motherfuckin’…”

He hadn’t finished his sentence when Tension slammed one balled up fist into the man’s throat. The man grasped at his throat, fighting to breathe, when the detective grabbed the back of the man’s head and pulled his face downward while shoving his own knee upward, smashing the man’s nose and sending him crashing to the floor. Blood oozed from his nose.

r /> My heart raced. I’d hoped Tension would say something to defend my honor, but I’m not usually one for violence. It escalated so quickly. I looked up at my date and found yet another reason to want the man. He was strong and didn’t take shit from anyone. His aggressive side was such a fucking turn on. If I’d doubted him at all before, he’d finally sealed the deal. I was sure now.

Tension grabbed my hand.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

As he led me from the table and we had to step over the man on the floor, Tension looked down at him and said, “Next time show some fucking respect to a lady.”

He took the wheel as we sped off into the desert. Sitting next to him I felt my chest heave up and down as I fought to control my desire. I wanted him to let some of that aggression out on me.

“What?” he said as he kept his eyes on the headlights in front of him.

I attacked him. My hands went to his zipper where I yanked it down and pulled out his cock. He helped me by undoing his belt and popping open his pants.

“You protected me in there,” I said.

“I’d protect you anytime,” he promised. “Sunshine…I…”

I lowered my mouth down over his cock and sucked him as I stroked his balls. He hardened in my mouth. His fist beat the steering wheel as I went to work on him, doing everything I’d learned in the porn business and everything I’d picked up after that in Erotic Mayberry.

Suddenly the SUV slid to a stop on the side of the road and Tension pulled me away from his cock. He got out of the truck, walked around to my side and took my hand. He pulled me out. The street was pitch black as he grabbed my dress and pulled the zipper down the back. He tugged it off my shoulders and it fell to my feet.

With the same aggression he’d shown in the bar, he grabbed my ass, spread my cheeks in his strong hands, and slammed my ass down on the hood of the truck. I held his long hair away from his face as he shoved his mouth into my pussy and inhaled, smelling me, getting to know my scent the way an alpha does.

He licked at my panties and took them in his mouth where he sucked my flavor out of the fabric. The feel of his wet tongue so close to me with nothing but a silk thong barrier keeping him away drove me nuts. I took off my bra and reached for one of his hands, bringing it up and slapping it against my left tit where he gripped me hard and held me in the palm of his hand.

His thumb rubbed at my nipple and it hardened in the cool night air there under his warm touch.

With his nose and his tongue, he pulled my panties to the side and licked at the spot where the elastic clung to my skin. My pussy swelled at the thought of his mouth being so close but still not yet touching my lips.

Finally, he pulled my panties down my legs, lifted my knees up and held them together so nothing but my wet pussy was in his face, waiting, begging to be eaten. My legs so tight together made me ache. He lowered his mouth and spread me open wide with his hands, stretching me open in a way that hurt, felt like he was going to tear my skin, but it felt so fucking good.

His tongue started above my asshole, widened as it dipped through my lips, and then sank into me, fucking me. He dug his tongue into my pussy so hard it was like a little cock dashing in and out. Then he continued on, scooping up my pussy as he worked toward my clit. Hard, wide strokes ran over my clit until he turned his head sideways and played with it, spending time at my clit, nipping at it, flicking at it, sucking on it.

His fingers got involved too, stretching my ass open. I wanted him in my ass. I’d learned to love any attention on my ass.

“Fuck me,” I said. “For the love of God, fuck me.”

His thumb pressed against my asshole and entered me no deeper than past the fingernail as his mouth tore into my clit, teasing it and making it his.

I lifted my ass up and slammed it down. I knew I’d dented the hood of his truck but if he didn’t care, neither did I.