0 comments/ 22058 views/ 0 favorites The Pickup Ch. 1 By: Ms_Messalina Walking around the clean, well lit video store, I watched for one worthy of this mission. I had dressed the part, nothing too overt, but still...my tight white tank top let my nipples poke through below my tan cleavage. The leather pants I wore hugged my ass while my high-heeled sandals elongated my legs and accentuated my gait and I knew, coming or going, I would catch any man's eye. I saw him checking out boxes that featured facials while I was fondling the rigid leather paddles and flexible little whips. I didn't want to scare him, though, so I changed over to the girl intense boxes next to him. I matched him move for move, picking boxes I thought he would like to see a girl watch. Videos that featured blowjobs and groups were the primary weapons and I noticed that he was glancing sidewise at the features I was looking over. I liked his looks, tall, blonde, broad shouldered. This wasn't my usual type, but the others of this look that I had been with in the past all had common traits. They were musicians, sensual and so well endowed that it took even me aback. I decided to roll the dice on this one and knew I was going to have to speak first. "Is that a good one?" "Huh?" He looked startled and embarrassed. I smiled sweetly to put him at ease, did the hair-toss, neck-touch to show I was flirting and he settled down. "That video? Do you like it? I can never seem to find one that my friends like." I glanced at the bulge beginning in his jeans and I knew none of us would be disappointed. I was recruiting this man, after all, for more than myself. My lover asked, no, commanded me to find a suitable man to fuck in front of him. Ever obliging, I took him up on his challenge, as if I had any choice. "I, uh, haven't really seen it yet." He smiled back though and I could tell he was enjoying the attention. "Well, I have a suggestion. Why don't you rent it for us?" "Us?" "Uh-huh. Us. See, I am going to walk out that door in about 10 seconds. I expect you to do the same in about 15. Got it?" He nodded. I slipped my sunglasses back from my hair to the bridge of my nose and looked at him over them. "Good boy." "Wait, what's your name?" "Theresa," I lied, "as if that really matters." I smiled and raised my head, eyes hidden now. I blew him a little kiss as I started out of the store and felt his eyes glued to my ass. I could already feel the lips of my pussy sliding back and forth more easily than when I entered this store. It was no more than 11 seconds when I felt his breath hot and desperate on the back of my neck in the parking lot. Without turning to him, I proceeded to grind my leather bound ass into his burgeoning hard-on. He matched my intensity as he buried his left hand in the roots of my hair and fondled my stiff nipples with his right, pinching and twisting them just hard enough. I had to remind myself who was in charge here. "Listen. Just follow me. Take your own car." "But I don't want to lose you," he moaned into my right ear. "Then don't." What had started as obliging my very demanding and depraved paramour was turning into one of the hottest pick-ups I had ever engineered. When we arrived at the hotel, I was already wet from the anticipation. I had called my lover and told him to wait in the bathroom. There was a fortuitous arrangement of mirrors by which anyone in the bathroom could see what was happening on the bed. Later on, I would realize how important this little detail was. We had set up the room with a cooler of ice, wine, beer and gin, just in case. The man came to my car and, like a gentleman, opened my door and walked me to the door of the room. I had not expected that and it was making me want to do more than just put on a show. He tried to make small talk, introduced himself, mumbled about not ever doing anything like this before and I silenced him with my tongue in his mouth. His last words trailed off into a moan as I pressed my full fleshy body against his. I really didn't want to know much about him. I wanted him to do his job well and go away. As I squeezed his cock and balls through his faded jeans, I felt his flat hard belly and the muscles of his thighs. I felt small and soft next to him and my lust began to pulsate through my cunt and ass. I began to salivate with the anticipation of his new tastes and smells, his delight at my prowess (of which he could have no idea) and his face as I stripped for him. I unlocked the door slowly, belying my desire. Once in the room, I sat him on the bed and straddled him. He had begun to understand that he was there for my satisfaction, not his. He answered every direction with a quiet nod or smile. He sat upright, allowing me to dry hump, leather on denim, until I was less edgy. I dismounted him and offered him a drink. "Just water if you've got it." I sent him out for more ice and came to my lover. "Do you like what you've seen so far?" I smiled at him after a sweet little kiss on the lips. A wicked grin suffused his face as he smacked my ass hard with his hand. "Ohhhhh, yes. But you better quit this teasing little play and get on with it." He jammed my hand into his shorts where I could feel the slippery precum on his head. A few long pumps of his cock assured me that I had done well. We heard the knock on the door. He kissed me and retreated to the darkness. "Well, thanks for coming back," I joked with the new man. "Like I was going to leave?" He put the ice next to the cooler and I proceeded to pour us both a glass of ice water. I handed his to him and he nodded. I had a different agenda for the glass I had poured myself. The Pickup Ch. 2 He drank his glass greedily, water spilling over his chin andstaining his shirt. It made me laugh to think what else was gong to be all over his shirt before the night was out. I sipped my water far more slowly. I held it to my temples, dampening my hair and cooling my desire, just a bit. I caught his eye as he was trying to order in in-room porn flick. Smiling at him, I rubbed the cold hard glass against my nipples, the shirt made transparent by the liquid. "Keep going," he whispered, hand finding his cock, kneading it through his jeans. I played with my nipples for him, first teasing them on the outside of my shirt, then reaching inside so he could see my fingers working the dark rose points to an impossible size. I lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my tan belly, and waited until I was sure I had his eyes on my face. Once there, I held him with that gaze, eye to eye, as I lifted my tits out of their bra and began to flick my own tongue over them. He moaned his approval and began to unzip his fly. "No. Not yet. That's my job." I knelt in my mouth on the zipper and breathed hot moist air onto him. He thrust against me, pushing my head harder down onto his straining cock. No longer able to wait myself, I popped open his button and listened to the sizzle of his zipper as I tore it open. The man had on no underwear, just that rock-hard dick bobbing up from the root of his tangled blonde hair. My luck had held and this man would offer me the size I so loved. He was thick and long, a fucking beautiful piece of meat for me to go down on. I live for the feel of a cock in my throat. It is almost as good as flicking my tongue over a soft, sweet pussy. In fact, there are times when either will do, but I love the power of giving head. I wrapped my tiny hand around his base and began to pump him, gazing into his eyes. "Hmmmm, what should I do with this?" I asked, batting my eyelashes and rubbing my tits against his thighs. I stroked his balls lightly, just teasing and waiting to see what he would do. I knew my lover, hidden, was getting off on seeing another man be where he had been before, that same feel of frustration and desire. That fear that somehow I might not actually come through. That was not an option for me now. He grabbed my head and forced me down, but I was ready, opening wide, timing my breathing, fast at first, just to prove to him I could take him all the way down my throat. "Goddamn, girl. NO ONE has ever done that. Look at me," he pulled me, slobbering and drooling, off his cock to kiss me. His tongue filled me and I felt his fingers massage me through the lambskin of my pants. I wanted them off. I wanted to feel him fuck me so that I could suck him after. That delicious back and forth of cunt to mouth. He stood me up and turned me so that my lover got a great view of my own panty-less ass being exposed in the mirror. The new man's tan hands digging into my sweet soft flesh as he returned the head I had given him. "Oh God I love a hairless woman," I heard him say, almost to himself. I loved being one, the sensations of everything, silk, leather, tongues, so much more pronounced when bare. I was particularly careful that morning to shave not only my pussy lips, but my asshole as well. I wanted to feel it all. He pulled my hips into his face, forced my legs wide, until I had straddled him, his strong arms supporting my upper body. I rode him hard, no longer needing to keep anything back. I wanted to cum, to calm myself, so I could really give my lover the show he deserved. I shuddered, feeling my wetness caught on this pickup's face, coating him. I writhed against his chin and he met me measure for measure, using his lips and chin and teeth and tongue to get me off a quick second time. I sighed. Subsided. Ran my fingers through his blonde hair. Came back to earth. Noticed the stain around his collar and down the front, no longer of water but of my nectar. I held his head as I licked myself off him. He submitted. Head back, eyes closed. I dove for him again, sucking him back to full erection, my ass open and pointed toward the bathroom, the mirror reflecting my lips wrapped around the new cock. I caught my lover's eye in the mirror as I slipped a finger first into the new man's mouth and then deep into my own ass in one stroke. I timed my finger to match the entry of the cock into my throat. The new man's fingers reached for my labia, just stroking and playing. With a little wiggling and direction, I eventually had him slip just two fingers into my sloppy wet cunt. Together, we had filled me, but not as full as I wanted. I turned, facing the bathroom now and lowered myself onto him, pumping up and down, knees spread so far apart, lips and clit totally exposed for my lover's eyes as I stroked my clit, a finger on either side, jacking myself off, as the stranger's cock rocked inside me. A few strokes, then I was back on my knees, ass up, mouth full of man and cream. Then again, burying him deep only to suck him again. When I felt him come close to his coming, I stopped, whispering to him to take his time because I wanted more of that big fat cock. He nodded, panting, knowing that if he just let me have my way with him, he would not be disappointed. I waited, played with a vibe on my clit, while I told him what I wanted. "Listen," I breathed, "and I’ll tell you what I want. . . " The Pickup Ch. 3 Pumping his cock lazily, I took a sip of the ice water that was left in my glass. "Have you ever done a woman's ass?" I asked. Unsure how to ease into that subject. "Yes." His hands were already massaging me, kneading me. He had an incredibly strong grip. Masterful and as big as he was. "Are you up for it now?" I kept stroking as I looked so deep into his eyes I thought I could see his lust emanating from within. "Yes," he whispered into my neck as my attentions slipped from his cock to his balls. I stroked them with the back of my hand, swirled a finger around them, nibbling his earlobe. "It has been a long time since I had this and I want it really bad. But, can you be easy? Will you help me take you?" As if to assuage my fears, he smiled. White teeth in that tan face set off his blue eyes. He really was almost angelic when he smiled. Boyish, but all man. "Honey, tonight you're the queen. Whatever you want, I'll do my damnedest to give." The kiss that followed was so deep, hot and tender that I all but melted. I knew he could do all that he said, all that I needed. He took control then, for the first time that night. My vulnerability as open as my ass and thighs. I had to remind myself to breathe as he let loose a long stream of saliva onto my waiting ass. The coolness of it a shock and a pleasant balm. He probed my cunt with his thumb, opening and stretching me there and, before I was fully aware, he had sunk a finger deeply and easily into me. "That good, baby?" he cooed. In answer, I moved my hips in a clockwise motion. He took the cue and began to slowly move his finger around inside me. I waited for a second finger, but it did not come. Instead, he withdrew and I felt his finger replaced by the head of his cock. "Relax, Theresa. We'll go slow." It took me a minute to remember who Theresa was. Once I did, his head was already inside. I had arranged myself so that my secreted lover would see from the side as this man drove into me. Watch as his abdomen undulated. Listen for the sighs and cries that he had heard before. Sense my orgasm as he waited. But he was only a moment's thought, for soon I was being reminded to relax. I heard the voice of the man. He was sweet and good, using the name I had invented, really playing the lover and not the pick up. Again and again, I felt his spit greasing us. I loved that he did not ask, he just did what I wanted. He had an incredible sense of ebb and flow, of pushing and holding, of pressing and waiting, until I was ready for more. I heard a dark moan and sensed it came from me, but I was not sensible of making any sound. His thumb had found its way to my willing cunt again and he worked me there, relaxed me. Pleasured me. Excited me until I was ready for more of his cock. I arched my back against him, pressing him further, until I felt his hair against my naked skin. I breathed deeply, afraid of the answer, I asked, "Are you all the way in?" "Yes, babe. Yes I am. You OK?" I shuddered to think that such a large cock was pulsing in me. We waited, still. I felt him tense his muscles a little, making his flesh jump inside me. I giggled uncontrollably. "Ah, you like that?" He did it again and the laughter relaxed me even more and he began to actually pump in and out. His motions were smooth and small, but not tentative. He knew exactly what to do. I felt the excitement growing in my bowels and ass. I felt the orgasm welling up in a different place than I had felt in a very long time. I had come from giving head; I had come from getting it. I had come from cocks and fingers on my vulva and vagina, but it had been ages since I had come from a beautiful dick in my ass and I was about to relive it. The tempo of his strokes had quickened, as had the length. Just when I thought the painful pleasure was too much, he stopped, waited, stroked my clit. I felt our sweat on the back of my thighs, felt him loose more saliva onto us to ease our motions. My orgasm was held in check again and I was stunned at his ability to hold off. "Get that vibrator. The little white one." I did as I was told. "Hold it against your clit and let me know if I need to change anything." He waited while I flicked on my favorite toy. It's hummingbird motions coupled with the depth of his penetration had me on the verge again quickly, but then I felt it and I knew suddenly why he had taken so much time. In this state, I was focused almost entirely on myself and my pleasure. Only then could he really let go. I felt three, maybe four strokes. Soft and long. But then it started and all I could do was hang on. He was taking himself almost all the way out and sinking back into me, hilting himself. I felt his balls against my labia as I bent my head lower, lifted my ass higher, to meet him. After all the time he had taken, all the pleasure he had given, he was taking his own and I felt like a blessed receptacle for his passion. His hands gripped my hips and slammed me back into him. He had opened me so fully and so well, that I welcomed and matched his thrusting. His hand gripped the back of my hair, pulling me painlessly, but very forcefully, up onto my elbows. I moaned, screamed, pled with him to make me come as I kept the vibe against me. His pace quickened and I could feel his breath come short as I exploded, cunt and ass, in passion and desire and joy. He followed suit, groaning and shaking his orgasm, pulling the last bit out of me as I turned to catch the final drops on my outstretched tongue. His face distorted and tight, he gazed down in time to see me catch his head in a little slurp, like a child with a lollipop. His cream was already leaking out of me, seeping down my thighs in a sticky mess. I spread my legs wide and lay tummy down on the floor, ass pointed now toward my lover. The sight of another man's jis lubing me, another man having opened me and made me ready, had taken its toll. I heard the third orgasm then, chuckling as I watched the new man come out of his own ecstasy induced haze. Luckily, I thought, one was never enough for my lover. There would be time enough after I got this one on his way.