Dirk and the House Mouse

(Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are over the age of 18.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind.  Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat.  Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn’t be found anywhere else.  Whenever life’s concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both.

But today was different.  Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC’s charters that was in the neighboring state.  They were celebrating their 10^th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn’t have missed for the world.  The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, “The Windjammer,” was located, so there was no way he wasn’t going to make this party.  He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he’d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club.  He’d had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all.  As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead. 

Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort. 

It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of “The Windjammer,” having been on the road for a little more than eight hours.  He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way.  He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot.  He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn’t give a shit.  He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn’t care less about their opinion.  He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in.  He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot.  Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.

The room was located on the 22^nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean.  As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean.  He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments.  Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling.

“This is my favorite place in the whole world!” he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger.  It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn’t bother him.  He wasn’t there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn’t important.  He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change.  He took his leather vest with his club’s colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following.  A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today’s ride.  After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse.  He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party.

He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so.  It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn’t very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar.  As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables.  Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other.  The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn’t be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father.  And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn’t it.  Husband, maybe, but father- no.  Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is. 

The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked.  She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends.  Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation.  Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton’s straight up when the bartender came over to him.

“Very good, sir!” the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk’s taste in bourbon.  A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip.  He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good.  She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back.  She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly.  Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft.  They weren’t full enough to be called ‘dick sucking lips’ but they were close – damned close.

‘Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick!’ Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip.  He didn’t see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends.  Dirk also didn’t see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde’s hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile.

When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body.  Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked.  And on top of all that was a large, firm bustline that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked.  She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight.  Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn’t help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands.  Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.

Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there.  He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it.  Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club.  Besides, the prospects knew they’d get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch member, so Dirk wasn’t concerned when he got off his bike and headed into the clubhouse to meet the other members of the club, leaving his bike unlocked.

When he got inside he saw that the party was already in full swing.  He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way.  The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded Solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen.  Dirk didn’t plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer.  There was a time in his life when he’d be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over.  Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober.  Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol.  One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him.

Two beers and half of the doobie later Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the club house.  MC parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight’s party was no different.  He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room.  Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white V-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore.  She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way.  As she was talking to one of them she turned in Dirk’s direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table.  She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk’s table.

“Mind if I sit down?” she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling.

“Please do,” Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him.  She put her beer down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.

“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” she said, smiling at him.  “My name’s Amy, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy.  I’m Dirk.  What made you think I’d be here?” he asked, taking a swig from his beer.

“Your colors,” she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them.  “I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party,” she replied, still smiling at him. 

“You seem to know a lot of people here,” he said, taking a drink from his beer.  “Are you somebody’s ol’ lady?” he asked.  If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother.  To move on another man’s woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.

“No, I’m not, and I’m not a ‘sweet butt’ either,” she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer.  A ‘sweet butt’ was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it.  “I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about twenty minutes from here, so I don’t live at the clubhouse.  I’m more of a ‘house mouse,’ actually; I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I’m not looking for a partner or an old man.  I actually helped organize this party, I’ll have you know!” she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did. 

“From what I can see, you did a good job,” Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time.  “So if you’re not somebody’s ol’ lady or a ‘sweet butt,’ how did you get involved with the MC to begin with?” he asked, genuinely curious.  She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face before she looked back up at him and replied.

“I was the ol’ lady of the founding Sergeant at Arms, ‘Poppa Bear.’  He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just,” she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit.  “They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I’d found a home here and would never leave it.  So I haven’t.  I’m not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that so they leave me alone.  They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that!” she said, her smile returning.

“The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand,” Dirk said, nodding at her.  “Joining the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it,” he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing.  “So why were you hoping I’d be here tonight, may I ask?”

“Because you make me tingle in all the right places,” she replied, looking into his eyes.  “When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight the tingling began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it.  I was so wet I was surprised I didn’t squish when I walked!”  Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face.

“You’re very direct, aren’t you, Amy?” Dirk asked, smiling back at her.

“Yes, I am,” she replied, nodding her head.  “Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know?  Unless you’re actually fucking, that is!”  She was absolutely grinning by now.

“So are you tingling now?” Dirk asked.  ‘Let the games begin!’ he thought to himself.

“Absolutely,” Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat.  “And my panties are absolutely soaked!” she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again.

“You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right – and I think you will – not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you’ll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!”

Dirk’s mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face.  She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke.

“How the fuck did you know that?” he said, incredulously.  “What are you, psychic or something?”

“No, but my friend Sherry is!” Amy replied, still grinning.  “She’s the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband.  Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I’ve known Sherry since high school.  She’s always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it.”

“Okay, I’m officially freaked out!” Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit.  Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her.  She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.

“Most people are,” she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer.  “Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking!  I don’t know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don’t!”  She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire.  A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.

“So do you want to find out or not, Dirk?” she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering.

“Oh, yeah,” Dirk replied, returning her smile.  “That, and a whole lot more, I hope,” he said.

“I think you can count on that!” Amy replied, grinning at him.

“My hotel?” Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.

“Let’s go to my place,” she said.  “When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel!”

“I’m guessing you live alone?” Dirk asked, just to be sure.

“Not even a cat!” she said, giving him a big smile. 

“Works for me,” Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it.  He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot.  “Where do you live?”

“102 Vincent Lane, about twenty minutes from here,” she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table.  “You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there?” she asked.

“Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back!” Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine.  Amy laughed as she responded.

“What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn’t?  Hell, I may even give you a ‘reach-around’ as well!” she said, standing up.  Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table.

“You’re really something, you know that, Amy?” he asked.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, ‘High Side’!” she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest.  “Just wait until I get you home!”

They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first.  He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine.  The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area.  Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back just as she had promised.  She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back.  A few minutes later they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk knew was going to be a very interesting evening.

His suspicions about how the evening was going to go were confirmed when Amy slid her hand down his stomach to his crotch, massaging the lump of his cock firmly and then gripping it in her hand.  She squeezed gently but firmly, and both of them could feel Dirk’s cock begin to respond.

“I can’t wait to give you a blowjob!” she said into his ear.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna have to pull over and fuck you right here!” he shouted over his shoulder at her, and he heard her laugh.

“As much as I’d like that I think we should wait until we get to my house.  It’s not much further now!” she called out into his ear.  She gave his hardening cock one final squeeze before removing her hand, hugging tight against his back again. 

“Turn right at the next street,” she said a few minutes later.  Dirk saw the sign for Vincent Lane and slowed, then made the right turn onto the street before accelerating again.  It was a nice neighborhood, and he was sure that the loud pipes on his bike were going to make everyone take notice.  But he was used to that and didn’t let it bother him.  A moment later Amy tapped him on the shoulder and then pointed to a house on the right as she spoke.

“That’s where the dominatrix lives,” she said, and Dirk turned his head to look. 

“The what?” he said in surprise.

“The dominatrix,” Amy replied.  “She’s a tall, leggy blonde with huge tits, and guys pay her to have her tie them up and do things to them.  The cops have been trying to bust her for years but have never been able to prove anything, so now they pretty much just leave her alone.”

Dirk looked at the house as they rode past it.  He didn’t see anything special about the house at 94 Vincent Lane, although he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see.  There was a car in the driveway, but other than that there was nothing – it was just another house in an upper middle-class neighborhood.

“My house is the second on the right in the next block,” Amy said, and a few moments later he was pulling up into her driveway.  He stopped the bike and held it steady as Amy got off, then shut off the engine, put the kickstand down, and got off.

“Don’t worry about your bike, Dirk, it’ll be fine out here in the driveway,” Amy said.  “This is a nice neighborhood, and besides, everyone knows I’m associated with the MC so they treat me pretty good!”

“One of the benefits of being in an MC,” Dirk said, following her up the sidewalk to her front door.  She opened the door and stepped inside, with Dirk following.  She closed the door behind him as he stepped into the living room; he noticed that the house was very well furnished, with the décor being obviously feminine. 

“Very nice,” he said, standing in the center of the room and looking around.

“Thank you, sir!” Amy replied, smiling at him.  “Would you like a beer?” she asked, and Dirk nodded as he replied.

“You have anything harder?” he asked.

“Is bourbon okay?” she replied.

“Absolutely,” Dirk said.

“Bulleitt, Knob Creek, or Blanton’s?” she said, naming three very popular and very expensive bourbons, the last of which could run anywhere from $250 to $750 per bottle depending upon which style you bought.

“Blanton’s, please, straight up,” he said.

“Coming right up!  Have a seat on the couch while I get it for you,” she said, motioning to the couch and then turning to walk out of the room towards what he suspected was the kitchen.  She slipped the jeans jacket off and tossed it onto the back of one of the chairs as she went past, and Dirk saw that the shirt she was wearing beneath the jacket was sleeveless.  He also didn’t see any bra lines, so he was pretty sure she was braless as well.  He turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down in the middle of it and relaxing until Amy came back.  She returned a minute or so later, a shot glass in one hand and a whiskey glass in the other.  Both had bourbon in them, but the whiskey glass also had ice in it. 

As she walked towards him it was clearly evident that he was right about her not wearing a bra.  Her breasts were full and firm, much bigger than average, and sat high on her chest with very little sag.  Her nipples were big and obviously hard, poking against the material of her shirt.  Dirk was mesmerized at the way her breasts bounced as she crossed the room; she saw where his eyes were and grinned in response as she walked over to him and stopped next to his outstretched legs.

“I prefer my bourbon on the rocks,” she said, holding out the shot glass to him.  He took the glass from her, and as soon as he did she immediately threw one leg over him and sat down on his lap, facing him.  She slid up onto his lap as far as she could go, her knees pressing into the back of the couch on either side of his him, her mound resting firmly on his crotch. 

“A toast,” she said, holding the glass in front of her.  “To good friends, good whiskey, and good sex!” she said, grinning at him.

“I’ll drink to that!” Dirk replied, clinking his glass to hers.  They both took a sip of their drinks, with Amy never taking her eyes off of his as she did.

“This is going to be such fun,” she said, her voice soft and sultry as she looked into his eyes.  “I’m going to make you cum so hard!  How many times can you cum in one night, Dirk?” she asked, taking another sip from her drink.

“My personal best is three,” he replied, taking another sip from his drink as well.  “But then again, we got a late start so we were kinda pressed for time.”

“Think you can beat that personal best tonight?” Amy asked, smiling at him.  She ground her pussy against his crotch slowly as she spoke, her smile turning up on one end in a devilish way.

“Depends on how motivated I am,” he replied, returning her smile.

“Well, let’s see what I can do to motivate you, shall we?” she said, leaning over and putting her drink on the small table next to the couch, pushing her big breasts into his chest as she did so.  She kept them there as she sat up, pausing nose to nose with Dirk for just a moment before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.  Her lips were warm and soft, and the kiss quickly deepened into something hot and erotic when she slipped her lithe tongue into his mouth to find his.

Dirk was a little surprised at how aggressive Amy was, but he was by no means disappointed.  He liked aggressive women, and Amy was quickly showing him just how aggressive she was by grinding her mound hard against his hardening cock.  Amy slid her arms around his neck and held him close, pushing her big, firm breasts against his chest as she ground her pussy against him, their tongues dancing and her breath coming quicker now.  Dirk put his arms around her in response, pulling her closer to him.  The kiss lasted for a good two minutes, and by the time it was over Dirk’s cock was nearly completely hard.  Amy looked at him and smiled, her arms still around his neck as she spoke.

“Feels like you’ve got a pretty nice sized cock down there waiting for me, Dirk!” she said, teasing him. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” he asked, returning her smile.

“That’s not a bad idea!” Amy replied.  She took her arms from around his neck and slid back along the top of his thighs until she was almost sitting on his knees.  She reached down and unfastened his jeans (he never wore a belt), pulling the zipper down and then opening the fly completely.  She let out a yelp of surprise, looking up at him with a grin on her face at the discovery that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“You’re going ‘commando’!” she said, happily.  Dirk smiled and nodded as he replied.

“I hardly ever wear underwear, but I made it a point not to wear them tonight because I had a feeling I was gonna get laid tonight, and they’d just be in the way!” he replied, making Amy giggle.

“Your feeling was correct, because you most certainly are going to get laid tonight!” she said, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his shaft, pulling it free from the jeans.  “But before that, you’re gonna get your dick sucked by one of the most talented cock suckers you’ve ever met,” she said. 

“That would be you, I assume,” he replied, playing with her.

“Damned right it is!” she said, playing right back at him.  “Now let’s get these jeans out of the way so I can get down to business, shall we?” she said, getting up from where she sat.  She turned around facing away from him and grabbed one of his feet, lifting it up and then pulling his motorcycle boot off by the heel, tossing it aside.  It was obvious that she’d done this before, and she had both of his boots off in seconds.  Then she turned around and grabbed his jeans at his hips, looking up at him and giving him a big, devilish grin as she yanked them down over his hips, down his legs, and over his feet.  This left him in just his socks, shirt and colors, his hard cock throbbing with excitement.  Amy bent down and took his cock in her hand, squeezing it hard and pumping it a couple of times, looking up at him with that devilish grin again.

“You’ve got a great prick, Dirk!” she said, “I can’t wait to get my lips wrapped around it!”  She bent down and kissed the tip of his cock, then put her lips on the very tip and sucked at it hard.  This made Dirk jump, and Amy giggled at his response.  Then she released his cock from her grasp and stood up, facing him.

“Let’s even thing up a little, shall we?” she said, pulling her shirt out of her jeans first and then pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside to join Dirk’s boots and jeans on the floor.  She turned to face him, showing him the fullest, biggest, firmest, most spectacular pair of mouth-watering tits Dirk had ever seen. 

“Holy shit!” he said, his eyes fastened on her big tits.  They were big and round, very firm with very little sag, capped with average-size areola in the center of which were two pert, erect nipples.  If Dirk didn’t know any better he would have sworn she’d had a boob job, but he didn’t see any visible scars.  It took hi a minute to find his voice again, and all Amy did was stand there with her hands on her hips, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at her.

“I take it you like what you see!” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Dirk replied, looking up at her and returning her smile.  “I’ve never seen a pair of tits like that in my entire life!” he said, looking back down at her chest.

“And before you ask, yes, they’re real!” she said, grinning as she slid her hands up her body to cup the big mounds in her hands.

“So you’ve been asked that before, huh?” Dirk said, grinning up at her.

“Only every time a guy sees my boobs for the first time,” she said, squeezing her tits in her hands and tugging on the nipples.  “Now, are we gonna talk about my tits all night or are you gonna let me suck your cock and then fuck me?” she asked, still squeezing her tits.

“We can talk later,” Dirk said, spreading his knees apart so she could get between his legs. 

Without another word Amy dropped to her knees and scooted in between his outspread thighs, moving forward as far as she could go.  She reached up and grabbed Dirk’s cock, pointing it straight up and without hesitation dropped her mouth down and swallowed it up, clamping her lips around it and sucking nearly his entire length into her mouth and down her throat.  Dirk moaned as she gripped and squeezed his balls in her hand as she ran her thick, wet tongue up and down the underside of his shaft.  She began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his cock, massaging and squeezing his balls as she did.  Every now and then she would slide her mouth up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth, then she would suck very hard like she was sucking on a soda straw, and Dirk watched in amazement as her cheeks hollowed in with the suction she was applying.  He could feel the precum being sucked out of him, and she moaned with delight as she tasted the salty fluid on her tongue.  She looked up at him and smiled around the head of his cock in her mouth, her blue eyes sparkling.  She released his cock from her mouth with a soft ‘pop’ and then gripped it in her hand, pumping the glistening, slick shaft as she spoke.

“I told you I was good!” she said, grinning up at him.  “Am I not the best cock sucker you’ve ever met or what?” she asked, obviously very proud of herself and her oral skills.  Dirk nodded as he replied.

“Yes, you most certainly are!” he said, watching as she pumped his cock.  “But why are you talking instead of sucking?” he asked, one side of his mouth turning up in a smile.  Amy smiled back.

“Yes, sir!” she said, then lowered her mouth down onto his cock again and resumed sucking him off.

She was incredibly good, of that there was no doubt, and Dirk just sat back and relaxed, watching a true cocksucking queen at work.  Amy bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, turning her head from side to side every now and then to change the angle of her mouth on his cock, massaging his balls all the while.  She was good – VERY good – and Dirk knew it wouldn’t be long before he was blowing his load down her throat if she kept this up.

Then she surprised him by releasing his cock from her mouth and gripping it with her hand as she slid her tongue down his shaft to his balls.  Dirk always shaved his cock and balls, so she had a pair of clean, smooth balls to play with.  She ran her big tongue over and around his balls, then opened her mouth wide and clamped her soft lips around them.  Then, to Dirk’s amazement, she effortlessly sucked both of them in her mouth, rolling them around and sucking on them just hard enough to arouse with causing pain, and making Dirk groan out loud in the process.

After several very enjoyable moments of her sucking on his balls, she shifted her attention back to his cock for another few moments before slipping it from her mouth and looking up at him, her hand wrapped around the shaft and pumping it as she spoke.

“I want you to cum in my mouth because I really want to taste you, but I think I’ll save that for later,” she said, giving him an impish smile.  “Right now I want to feel this big, hard cock inside my wet pussy so I can ride you until you cum inside me!  Is that okay, Dirk?” she asked, one side of her mouth turned up in a smile.

“Absolutely!” Dirk replied, returning her grin.

They both stood up then, with Amy slipping out of her boots and jeans and Dirk taking off his colors, draping them over the back of the couch before pulling off his shirt.

“Leave your colors on, Dirk” she said as she tossed her jeans on the back of the chair that was next to the couch.  “Taking the shirt off is okay but put your colors back on, please.  I want you to fuck me while you’re wearing them, okay?” she asked.

“I can do that,” Dirk said, picking the vest up from the back of the couch and putting it back on.  Amy was now standing before him totally naked, and he was pleased to see that she was shaven smooth.  And was that a clitoral hood he saw peeking out from between her puffy outer lips?  Amy grinned at him as she took him by the hand, turning to lead him across the room to her bedroom.

“Now come with me!” she said, tugging him along behind her.  He let himself be led across the room and down the hall to her bedroom, watching the firm globes of her ass flexing as she walked.  She led him into her bedroom, and Dirk wasn’t at all surprised to see that it was done up entirely in pink – pink walls, pink curtains on the window, pink bedspread, and pink rug.  She obviously loved pink, and that was okay with him.  She led him over to the side of the bed, then turned him so his back was to the bed.  Then, without warning, she put her hands on his chest and pushed hard, shoving him back onto the bed. 

“Whoa!” Dirk exclaimed as he fell back onto the bed, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen as he fell.  Amy was on him in a flash, quickly climbing on top of him and getting into position above him, putting one hand on either side of his head for support.  She smiled down at him as she pressed her mound against the hard tube of his cock, rubbing it up and down the length, and Dirk could feel her outer lips opening and his cock getting slippery with her juices.  She was already very wet, and was very eager to get his cock inside her.

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ good!” she whispered, her voice low and husky as she slid her pussy up and down the underside of his shaft.  Dirk reached up and grabbed her big breasts in his hands, squeezing them hard and pinching the nipples between his fingers.  Amy jerked her hips in response, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as she hissed between clenched teeth as the sensations went ripping through her nipples and through the rest of her body.

“Oh my God, yes!” she breathed, looking down at him.  The lust was plain in her eyes, and she never took her eyes from Dirk’s as she reached down and pointed his cock up at her pussy.  Dirk felt the head slip into her opening and then she pushed down, sliding her pussy down onto his hard shaft.

“Aaaahhh, that feels so fuckin’ good!” she said, pushing down harder and taking his entire length inside her.  Amy’s pussy was hot, wet, and very tight, the tightest pussy Dirk had ever felt, and he loved the way it felt wrapped around his cock.  It was like having a warm, wet velvet hand wrapped around his shaft, and he jumped when she clamped down hard on his cock with her inner muscles, gripping it even tighter.  Amy giggled at his reaction to her squeezing his cock with her pussy.

“So you like that, huh?” she said, grinding her hips down onto his cock while squeezing it with her muscles.

“I’ve had a woman do that to me before, but never that tight!  That’s amazing!” Dirk replied, tugging on her nipples as he spoke.

“I practice my Kegel exercises for 30 minutes every night without fail, whether I have a real cock to practice on or not,” she said, smiling down at him as she began to slide her pussy up and down on his cock.  “But it’s always so much better with a real cock!”

Dirk didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Amy planted her lips on his, pushing her tongue into his mouth to find his own as she began riding him, sliding her pussy up and down the length of his shaft, squeezing and gripping it with her strong inner muscles.  She sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it almost as hard as she had sucked on his cock earlier, and Dirk thought she was going to suck it right out of his mouth.  She had him trapped at both ends, and there was nothing Dirk could to but hang on to her big tits as she rode him.  Her movements increased in tempo and intensity, and soon she was riding his cock in long, hard, deep strokes.

She finally released his tongue from her mouth and sat up straight, putting her hands on his stomach for support as she rocked her hips with his cock trapped deep inside her.  Her eyes were hooded, the lust plain, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for breath.  Her nipples were two hard pebbles in the center of her breasts that jiggled and bounced with her every move.  Dirk reached up and grabbed them in his hands, and she slapped her hands onto the backs of his and squeezed, urging him to squeeze her big tits hard.  He did, and she moaned loudly in response.

“Oh, my God, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, her hips moving faster than before.  The bed was rocking with the intensity of her movements, her breath coming faster and faster, and it was only a few moments later that she came – and she came hard.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Amy cried out loudly, throwing her head back with her eyes squeezed shut, her hands still gripping Dirk’s hands on her breasts as her orgasm exploded inside her pussy and went crashing through her body like a tidal wave of erotic pleasure.  She gritted her teeth and groaned loudly, her eyes still squeezed shut, as she moved her hips faster than ever to ride out her orgasm as long as she could.  Dirk had never seen a woman cum this hard before, and he watched in rapt attention as her orgasm raced through her.

After nearly a full minute the motions of Amy’s hips began to slow, and she lowered her head to look down at Dirk beneath her.  She was covered with a fine layer of sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps through her open mouth, but she still managed a ragged smile as she continued to ride Dirk’s still-hard cock, although not nearly as fast as she had before.

“Wow!” she gasped, “that was intense!  You made me cum hard!”

“You did it, not me,” Dirk said, smiling back up at her with his hands still grasping her tits.  “All I did was lie here and let you ride my dick.”

“And what a dick it is, too!” she said, dropping her hands down to his stomach.  She pushed her hips down onto his cock and held them there, squeezing him with her inner muscles and grinding her hips in small circles as she spoke again. 

“Now why don’t you lay me down, put my knees up around my ears and pound me into the mattress?” she said, a wicked smile crossing her face.

“Yes, ma’am!” Dirk said.  He reached up and grabbed her by the upper arms and threw her down onto the bed on her back.

“OH!” she gasped in surprise, caught a little off guard at Dirk’s strength and quickness.  Before she knew it he was on top of her and in between her legs, guiding his rock-hard cock into her pussy again.  She gasped again as he pushed it inside her, his balls slapping against her ass.  He grabbed her legs behind her knees and slid his hands around behind them, looping her legs over his arms and spreading them wide as he leaned forward and put his hands on the bed on either side of her head.  This motion did indeed put her knees up around her ear, bending her in half at the waist and lifting her ass up off of the bed and improving the angle so Dirk could drive his cock into her.  Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth fell open as she gasped yet again as Dirk did just that, driving the full length of his cock completely into her.  He felt the head of his cock hit bottom inside her and his balls slap against her ass, and Amy cried out in both a little bit of pain and a lot of excitement.

“OH SHIT! THAT’S DEEP!” she cried out, grimacing and smiling at the same time.  She grabbed Dirk by the elbows as she lifted her hips up to meet him, her feet bouncing in the air on either side of her head.

“Don’t stop, Dirk, don’t stop, even if I beg you to, don’t stop!” she said before Dirk could say anything, clamping down on his cock with her inner muscles again.

“I’m not gonna stop until I cum!” Dirk said, looking down at her and smiling

“Fuck me hard, Dirk, fuck me hard!” she begged, “please, Dirk, fuck me hard!”

And Dirk did just that.  He began driving his cock in and out of Amy’s tight pussy as hard as he could, fucking her in long, deep, steady strokes.  He started out at a moderate pace, looking down at her and watching her face as he fucked her; she reached up and grabbed her own tits in her hands, squeezing them and tugging on the nipples as she looked back at him.  Her feet bounced in the air on either side of her head as Dirk thrust in and out of her again and again, the tempo of his thrusts slowly increasing.  It wasn’t long before he was fucking her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, breathing hard as he drove his length in and out of her over and over again, his vest hanging open around his upper body.  Amy grabbed his upper arms as he fucked her, her mouth open as she gasped for breath as well.  She could feel herself getting close to cumming again, and was struggling to wait until he was cumming so she could cum with him.

Then Dirk drove his cock into her hard and deep, sitting up for just a moment as he slipped his arms from under her legs and grabbed her by the ankles, pushing them forward towards the mattress above Amy’s head and spreading her legs wider.

“OH MY GOD, YES!” Amy cried, her eyes flying open as Dirk bent her in half at the waist.  Her toes were touching the mattress above her head as Dirk fucked her hard and fast, driving his cock as deeply into her as he could with every downward thrust.  The sounds of hot sex filled the room and the air was heavy with Amy’s musk as Dirk fucked her hard and fast, quickly driving both of them to the brink of orgasm.

“OH…MY…GOD…OH…MY…GOD!” Amy gasped in time with his thrusts, “FUCK…ME…FUCK…ME!”   “CUM…WITH…ME…CUM…WITH…ME!!” she pleaded, knowing that she couldn’t hold out much longer.

That was all it took to trigger Dirk’s orgasm.  He had been holding out for the past few minutes, and now it was time for him to let it go.  He thrust in and out of her a few more times and then groaned loudly, shoving his hips forward as his orgasm hit.  He held his cock inside her without moving, having shoved it in as far as he could, and just held it there as it erupted inside her, pumping stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her pussy.

Amy could feel Dirk’s cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped his cum inside her pussy, and she cried out in ecstasy as her own orgasm hit.  She squeezed her eyes closed and groaned through clenched teeth as she was assaulted by the sensations of her own orgasm crashing through her body in waves while she felt Dirk’s cock pumping away inside her, filling her up with his seed.  He pulled about halfway out and then thrust forward again, his cock still pumping inside her.  He groaned loudly, his own eyes squeezed shut as he rode his orgasm out.

Finally, almost thankfully, their orgasm began to fade, the waves of pleasure crashing through Amy’s body fading away and the pumping of Dirk’s cock slowing and then stopping completely.  He held his place on top of her, hands still clamped around her ankles pinning her feet to the bed, his cock buried balls-deep inside her, the last of his cum seeping out of his cock and into her full pussy.  He finally let go of her ankles and dropped to the mattress, following Amy’s hips down as they fell.  He collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for breath, with Dirk propping himself up on his elbows lest he crush her beneath him.  They stayed that way for several long moments until finally Dirk rolled off of her and lay on his back, his softening cock that was glistening with their combined juices lying against his thigh as he tried to catch his breath.  Amy let her legs fall to the mattress and just lay there, arms and legs outstretched, with Dirk’s cum slowly leaking out of her ravaged, slightly sore and completely full pussy.

“Holy shit,” Amy gasped, looking up at the ceiling and smiling.  She turned her head to look at Dirk just as he turned his head to look at her.

“Holy shit!” she repeated, a big smile on her face.  “How long has it been since you got fucked, anyway?” she asked.  Dirk smiled as he answered.

“It’s been a while,” he said.  “About a month or so.”

“Well, damn, if you’re gonna fuck me like that all night long I may not live to make you cum three times!” she said, giggling as she spoke and making Dirk chuckle in return.

“Yeah, but what a way to go, huh?” he asked, and they both laughed.  A few moments later Amy struggled to sit up, still weak from the pounding Dirk had just given her.

“Stay there, stud,” she said, looking over at him as she slid from the bed.  “I’m gonna go get cleaned up a bit, then I’m gonna go get us both a beer.  I know I could use one, so I’m sure you could use one as well!”

“You got that right!” he said, watching her walking gingerly towards the bathroom.  She came out a few minutes later and walked over to him, handing him a warm, wet washcloth before she turned and walked out of the room.  She came back a few minutes later with a beer in each hand, handing one to Dirk who then sat up and moved so that he could sit back against the headboard of the bed.  Amy moved with him, sitting next to him as they both took a pull from their beers.  The beer was cold and good, and it felt really good going down to both of them.  They sat silent for a few moments before Amy spoke up.

“You got an ol’ lady, Dirk?” she asked, looking over at him.

“No,” he replied, taking another pull from his beer before continuing.  “I don’t even have a steady girlfriend back home, much less an ol’ lady at the club house.”

“Why not?” Amy asked.  “With your looks and your…talents, shall we say…the girls should be lining up to be your ol’ lady.”

“I move around too much, I guess,” he said.  “I don’t work – I inherited a shitload of money from my parents, so I don’t have to – so I spend most of my time just riding around the country on my scoot.  And that means I’m not home a lot, and to be honest I really don’t want the commitment that comes with a girlfriend or an ol’ lady,” he said, meaning it.

“Getting too much strange pussy out on the road, huh?” she said, grinning at him.  He grinned back as he replied, nodding his head.

“Something like that, yeah!” he said, chuckling.  “That, plus it wouldn’t be fair to the girl for me to be gone all the time and expect either of us to be faithful, so that’s just not a part of my life right now.”

“Do you think it ever will be?” she asked.

“Who the hell knows?” Dirk said, shrugging his shoulders.  “Maybe, I dunno.  All I know is I’m just taking life one day at a time and enjoying the ride while I can.”

“Pun intended, right?” she said, grinning at him. 

“Right!” he said, looking over at her and grinning back.

“Think we’ll make three?” she asked.

“Sure gonna be fun trying!” he replied.

“Yes, it is,” she said, putting her beer on the nightstand and then taking his from him, putting it next to hers.  “It most certainly is!” she said, lowering her mouth down to his soft cock and sucking it into her mouth.  Dirk put his head back and sighed, smiling as she began sucking him hard once more.

When the sun came up the next morning the count was at four, and by the time Dirk got on his bike to head home Monday morning it stood at eight.  True to her word, Amy had made sure Dirk experienced both what it felt like to have her lips wrapped around his cock and to have his hands gripping her ass, as the next time he fucked her she had made sure to have him on top of her, his arms under her and his hands gripping her ass as he fucked her.

It had been a most pleasant, most enjoyable, and most cum-filled weekend for the both of them, and it left both of them exhausted but smiling – Amy from the doorway of her house as she watched him ride off, and Dirk as he rode his bike away.  He had gone back to the hotel on Sunday to check out and pick up his stuff, so he was headed for home when he left Amy’s place.  He left with a promise to return, and Amy was sure he would keep that promise.

Dirk was going to make damned sure he did.

Fini.