Ride The Storm

© Honey Maxwell 2014

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This book is the property of Honey Maxwell.

I had no idea what was going to happen when I walked up to the bar. All that I knew was that I had been paid a good amount of money to do my job - the job that I had been doing for six months.

I am a prostitute. Sure, I can dress it up as much as I want to - I’m an escort, a companion - a hooker. What you call me depends on how much you’re paying. Or, how much I’m willing to accept to fuck you.

This job was different though. This job had been paid for by someone else - by someone who apparently owed my client. All that I had been told was that he was someone who would be happy to see me - once I explained to him who had sent him.

The smell of a biker bar had always excited me. There’s something so honest - so raw about the scent of oil, tobacco - beer. As soon as I saw the line of bikes outside the place I knew - I knew that I might walk out of here a totally different person.

I wasn’t wrong.

The man that I was supposed to meet with was called Storm. A name that when I first heard it spoke so strongly to me. I knew from just that name what he would look like - what he would feel like, what he would taste like. I knew that I would have most likely gone for free.

I walked confidently to the bar - catching the eye of the middle aged woman who was working that shift. I knew immediately that she controlled the front end of this place, that getting on the wrong side of her was a bad idea. I asked for Storm and was waved towards the side of the bar, where a door marked ‘Private’ stood in front of me. Taking a deep breath I rapped on the door, standing back and adjusting my skirt - preening myself for him. Without waiting for a response I opened the door, walking into his office.

“
Who the fuck are you?” he asked, turning to stare at me. “This is my private office. Who said that you could come here?”

I walked towards him, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The room heavy with cigarette smoke, my mind firmly on the plan. My short black skirt rode up my thighs, my white shirt struggling to contain my heaving breasts. My heart pounded as I approached him, aware that if he really knew who I was, if he really knew why I was here, then I might be in a lot of trouble.

“
Who I am isn’t important” I said, flicking my red hair from my eyes. I stood directly in front of him with my hands on my hips, licking my lips as I inspected his body. His tight black shirt displaying his bulging arms, his strong muscles making me weak at the knees. “More important is
what
I am.”

He stood, his eyes wandering around my body. The tension in that room could have been cut with a knife. Each silence spoke a thousand words, each flicker of the eyes, each step, each breath gave positions away. Storm may have tried to play it cool but his body language gave him away. His cock straining against his pants revealing a thick outline, a shadow that I couldn’t take my gaze away from.

“
Oh yeah?” he said, taking two steps in my direction. His head cocked, his cock headed towards me as his meat struggled to be constrained. “Then what are you, exactly?”

I turned, facing his desk. On the wall behind his chair the face of an old man seemed to smile, a portrait that was enjoying the show just as much as its participants. I ran my hands down the sides of my body, slowly inching towards the hem of my short skirt. I looked over my shoulder at him as I grabbed onto the fabric, bending over his desk as I lifted my skirt over my ass, baring my glistening pussy to my host. Widening my legs, I reached my fingers towards my cunt, parting my lips, giving Storm a front row view of my prize. His mouth open, his eyes wide, his cock clearly ready. I stared into his eyes before laying my head onto his desk, waiting for him.

“
I’m your gift Storm” I whispered; “I’m your special surprise.”

Standing against his desk, feeling the hard wood against my stomach - I looked out over his room. Everything seemed so peaceful, so serene. The temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees, the wind whistling in through the open window - sending some of his paperwork fluttering across the floor.

My eyes followed the pages as they flew across the room - my attentions taken away from my client for the first time - I was unaware that he was walking behind me until I felt his hot breath on my neck.

“
Who sent you” he said, pacing the floor behind me. “Who was it?”

“
I don’t know the name” I said, truthfully. “All I know is that he paid in full - and that you’re a very lucky man.”

As I heard his heavy footsteps behind me I felt a level of desire overwhelm me - a level that I’ve never before felt for any of my clients. I wanted him. I needed to feel his cock inside of me.

I arched my back, breathing slowly - not wanting to be easy but wanting to show him that I was more than ready for him. My skin bristling wherever his breath hit me, my pussy starting to wetten - my desire so high for him.

“
Do whatever you want” I whispered, my voice shaking, my nipples starting to harden through my thin shirt. My legs instinctively opening, my stance altering - my hands gripping onto his desk as I realized that I was about to reveal to him how I felt. “I want you Storm. I want you to take me. I want to taste you.”

I turned, coming face to face with him. The silence in the room was deafening, our eyes locked as a thousand unspoken words flowed between us.

“
Kiss me” he said in that sexy, husky voice of his. “Take me. Make me yours.”

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his short breaths - running my fingernails down the buttons of his shirt. This man, this wonderful man was putty in my hands - his eyes watching my hands before meeting my gaze as I leaned into him, my mouth open to meet his.

Our tongues met, a wonderful and toxic mixture of emotions colliding as our muscles met - licking and slurping, biting and caressing - tasting, feeling each other. His hands grasping at my back, moving slowly to my ass as I held his head in my hands, pulling him closer to me.

I gasped as his hands reached my ass, kneading my flesh gently through my skirt - pulling my cheeks apart. His passion intense as our lips smacked against each other, our tongues reaching deep into our mouths. I wanted him so badly as his fingers gripped onto me, my pussy gushing as I pushed my groin onto his - feeling his hard cock through his clothing.

Clothing that was fast becoming very inconvenient.

I broke from his mouth, kissing his cheeks, his chin - still cradling his head in my hands as I began to allow my legs to buckle - as I began to slide down his body. His hands rising up my body as I lowered myself down his - feeling his fingers grasp at my clothing as I sank. He grabbed the fabric of my shirt and tugged it over my head as I reached my destination - kneeling on the floor, now topless - faced with his groin.

I placed my hands on his stiffness, feeling his pulsating cock through his pants. He felt so thick, so hard - so ready for my wet mouth. Unzipping him carefully, my eyes rising to meet his - I placed my slender fingers inside his opening, feeling for my prize.

He groaned a soft moan as I pulled his cock away from his pants, allowing it to bob in front of my mouth. I looked in wonder at it for a moment, allowing the glistening head to mesmerize me - to tease me. Grabbing his thick shaft with my left hand I brought my right to his balls - stroking his length while pulling at his sack. Making him even harder - even thicker, even more ready for me. Not that I could wait any longer myself, of course. This thick cock needed to me inside of my mouth. I needed to taste him.

I brought him closer to my mouth, allowing my tongue to finally touch on this cock that I had been dreaming about for so long. He tasted so fucking good, so masculine - my pussy practically flooding my panties as I licked his length - rolling around his head and his entire stiffness - nestling in his balls. I took one in my mouth fully and sucked gently, rolling it around my willing mouth as his hands moved to the back of my head.

My tongue knew no bounds, it knew no stopping as I ran my lips around his cock, his balls, his inner thigh. Treating myself to an appetizer before starting on the main course. Running my tongue around his soft, fat head I opened wide and fed his entirely into my mouth - feeling his hard cock hitting the sides of my cheeks, rushing past my teeth and down my throat as my saliva coated him.

His strong fingers gripped the back of my head as he fed his thick, long cock into me - I could feel myself gag on his huge dick as he face fucked me - knowing that he was now using me as his little slut turned me on so much. His thick cock ran back and forth in my mouth, filling me completely as my hands ran down my body, seeking out my neglected cunt.

My pussy was so wet, so open for my fingers. I pushed my hands into my skirt, pressing the warm fabric of my panties - already soaked - against my clit, rubbing myself gently - sending shots of pleasure throughout my body. Gorging on his cock while I rubbed myself, entirely lost in the moment as I pleasured my man.

“
Oh fuck” he gasped, his balls swinging as he pushed his cock deeper down my throat. “Just like that you little whore, take it! Take all of my cock!”

My lips butting against his pubic hairs as his balls slapped against my chin, I felt his dick strengthen even more in my mouth. As good as it was to taste him, I knew that I wanted more from him. As much as I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to feel his hot cum on my tits and my face, I wanted him to fuck me first.

I pulled away from his swaying cock, kissing it all over, holding his shaft upwards as I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft once more, this time keeping my momentum as I kissed his belly, rolling my tongue around his button - sliding my body upwards along his. As my chest reached his mouth he grabbed onto my sides, pulling me closer to him. As my head flew back he buried his head into my chest, his tongue darting around my chest until he found his goal. Taking one of my nipples into his mouth he sucked strongly, sending a positive charge of sexual energy from my breasts to my brain.

“
Fuck” I groaned, “God that’s amazing!”

He bit down gently on my teat, rolling my nipple around in his mouth as I moved my head to his. Taking my hands to the back of his head I lowered my mouth - pulling his head back to kiss him once more. Our tongues dancing with each other, a single stream of our mixed saliva bridged our mouths, my tongue lapping it up as I moved in again to kiss him. We were so close, so entwined in each other - my hands lifting my skirt and pulling my panties to one side as I lifted my ass onto his desk.

My legs wide, I wrapped my man and pulled him closer to me. His stiff cock pressing against my pussy, teasing me, playing with my clit as I tugged his shirt, begging him to enter me.

“
Please” I urged him. “Please fuck me Storm, please - let me feel you!”

He looked at me straight in the eye, letting his thick cock play with my clit - making me squirm as he teased me. Grabbing my thighs he held me open, my pussy trying to reach for his cock - trying to suck it inside of me.

He held my legs wide, gripping my flesh as his cock began to push against the opening of my pussy. My breathing shallow as I stared into his eyes, his desire to fuck me as clear as my own desire to be fucked. Without a single word passing between us he clenched his buttocks and pressed his cock inside of me - stretching my tight pussy as he slowly eased himself in.