Pickup Artist

Pickup Artist

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I had met Donna and Mandy for drinks at the corner bar, like we always do at least once a month for our girls’ night out.

I often flirt with guys while I’m there — even though I’m married. Occasionally, I have a little make-out session in the parking lot with a hot stud. And even more rarely, I want more.

On this particular night, I wanted more, and I knew right away who I wanted it from: the six-foot-tall, dark-haired guy with broad shoulders and a handsome face who was sitting at the bar. I’d caught him looking at me once or twice and flashed him a smile.

It was hard to concentrate on my two best friends because I was staring at the guy’s hands on his beer bottle, wondering what his big mitts would look like on my thighs. I tried to imagine what they’d feel like holding me tight as he fucked me or what one of those thick fingers would feel like sliding into my cunt.

I was in no hurry to rush our hookup. My husband, Kenny, knew I was out with the girls, and there was a football game on. He wouldn’t care if I came home late.

When my friends wandered off to the dance floor, I stayed at the table trying to think of the best way to approach my target. Turned out I didn’t have to. I looked up to see the tall, handsome stranger standing near my table, extending a glass of red wine.

“I hope this is close to what you’re drinking,” he said.

I nodded. “It is. It’s red. It’s wine. It works.” I laughed softly, and he joined me.

“I’m Jeff.” He offered his hand, and I shook it.

“Hi, Jeff,” I responded. I never tell my name to bar pickups. Somehow that worked for me. “Would you like to get out of here?”

He blinked, but then smiled. “You don’t want your drink?”

“I’d rather have sex.”

He laughed softly and put his drink down, too. “Well, I love a woman who knows what she wants and says it.”

I took his hand, and we started toward the door.

“What about your friends?” he whispered in my ear.

“I’ll text them.”

And I did. I texted to say something had come up and I had to go. Then I followed Jeff to a nearby hotel in my Jeep.

He got us a room, and I accompanied him upstairs, entering first after he pushed the door open.

He flicked on the light as he began to say, “I don’t usually do stuff like th — ”

The words died on his lips as I pulled my sweater off and unbuttoned my jeans. I didn’t really care if he did this often. I didn’t do it often, but when I did, I went whole hog.

“Can I suck your dick, Jeff?” I asked.

His eyes went wide — I loved that — and then he nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Good.” I pulled my jeans off and then my panties. He watched, mesmerized, so much so I nearly laughed, but I managed to control myself and keep a straight face.

I crawled to him on the carpet, looking up at his big body and seeing the way his obviously erect dick tented his pants. When I reached him, I got up on my knees and popped the button on his waistband, then I drew his zipper open. With his help, I yanked down his jeans and his boxer briefs allowing his big dick to spring free. I licked my lips, and took his cockhead in my mouth sucking it like a lollipop.

His eyes drifted shut, and he moaned.

I pulled off him to say, “You hold on, big boy. We have a whole lot more night ahead of us.”

“Don’t worry — I can hold my own,” he rumbled.

I smiled and drove my mouth onto his shaft, sucking his cock like my life depended on it.

He rested a hand on top of my head and held it there. His hips bucked toward me in short bursts, and his cock rocketed down my throat to the point where I struggled to breathe — but God, I loved it!

I knelt there as he fucked my face, and I inhaled the mouth-watering scent of him. I smiled as I pulled back and teased his cock with the tip of my tongue, looking up into his startled brown eyes.

“Get on the bed,” he said. That was an order if I’d ever heard one.

Oh, goody!

I leapt onto the bed so quickly, I bounced.

“Turn over,” he said.

I flipped over onto my hands and knees, and then Jeff got behind me. He palmed my butt and squeezed my cheeks.

“You have a hell of an ass, no-name.”

“His cock rocketed down my throat to the point where I struggled to breathe.”

I chuckled. I liked his sense of humor. “Thank you, Jeff.”

He ran his short fingernails down my back, pressing hard. The act provoked a shiver, and I laughed with delight. He tickled his fingers along my butt and then drew a fingertip down my asscrack. He knocked my legs wide with his knee, and I groaned. He pushed one finger into my wet slit, then a second. He fucked me that way for a moment, making soft appreciative noises when my body moved in time with his ministrations.

He moved forward and dragged his cockhead along my opening. Then he sank into me slowly, his big hands gripping my hips tightly. When he was fully seated, he began fucking me roughly and his balls banged against me.

“Harder,” I demanded, reaching beneath myself and finding my clit with a slick finger.

“Not yet,” he chuckled. “Harder in a moment. Right now, I’m taking my time. Something tells me I may never see you again. I want to appreciate the moment.”

I pushed back against him and squeezed my internal muscles around his cock. He groaned, and I released a soft laugh.

He pulled back, thrust deep, pulled back, and thrust deep again. He kept me on edge with a pause at the end of each withdrawal. Every time he hit bottom, I squeezed my cunt around him harder. We were toying with each other. It was lovely.

His fingertips dug into my skin, and I drove myself back against him, impaling myself on his long, hard dick. My finger skated over my slippery clitoris, and I found myself coming intensely and suddenly, growling into the hotel pillow when the spasms hit me and swept   me under. It was glorious.

Jeff grunted and pulled free of me. He bent and bit my ass cheek hard enough to make me cry out and likely leave a mark. I didn’t care. Let my husband see it.

“Again,” I insisted.

He bit the other ass cheek and groaned. “Such an ass.”

He flipped me onto my back and pushed my knees high and wide. He settled between my spread thighs, his cock gliding along my center and sliding over my sensitive clit. He watched my face intently, and I stared right back at him. Finally, he positioned himself at my pussy and drove into me slowly — inch by inch, watching my face as he entered me.

“Yes,” I said, smiling. “Just like that.”

When he was balls-deep, he gave a little nudge forward and I sighed, “So perfect.”

This seemed to please him. He fucked me using short brutal thrusts that tapped the perfect spot inside me over and over until I thought I’d die. But I didn’t die. I simply came, hard and fast, my juices coating his cock and wetting the tops of my thighs.

Jeff just moaned as my pussy spasmed around his thrusting dick, which was just the right thickness, just the right length. He used those lean hips perfectly, rocking from side to side slightly. He was quickly working me toward another climax. I gripped his shoulders as my cunt rhythmically clenched him once more.

“Fuck,” Jeff muttered.

“Turn me over,” I whispered. My body felt loose and lazy from my orgasms. “Fuck my ass.”

“I found myself coming intensely and suddenly, growling into the pillow.”

The words were almost too much for him. I could tell from the look on his face.

Jeff flipped me again, and I got on my hands and knees. He dragged his dick along my slit and coated it with even more of my copious juices before pressing his cockhead into my asshole. I took a breath, and when he didn’t move, I pushed back slightly. He gripped my hips, and a desperate noise fell from his lips. He pressed forward slowly, and when my body opened to him, he moaned. He paused with only the tip inside me, and I tossed my head.

Wanting more, I moved back to take him, my body softening, opening and allowing him entry. He started to move in a steady rhythm. My fingers drifted back to my clit, and I stroked it. My pussy was still spasming, flickering around nothing but phantom pleasure.

“Your ass is so tight,” he muttered.

I smiled and pushed two fingers inside my cunt. I could feel his cock rubbing against me through that thin layer of flesh.

The sensation of my fingers stroking him from the inside almost did him in. He hissed loudly and slowed a little. I continued to drive my fingers into my cunt, my palm grinding against my clit as I fucked myself.

He grabbed my ass cheeks hard, spreading them wider and no doubt watching the path his cock was taking as it rocketed in and out of my back hole. His breath came in bursts, and I felt it hot on my lower back.

I curled my fingers against my G-spot and came again, my cries loud this time.

The odd noises he was making sounded very much like a man whose control was rapidly fading. Jeff managed a few more deep thrusts before pulling free of me quickly.

I turned my head to watch him jacking his cock roughly in one big fist. He shot hard and long, a white ribbon of come hitting my hip and my lower back. I smiled at him, happy that he’d gotten off so hard.

He dropped to the bed and draped his arm across his forehead.

“I wasn’t expecting this tonight,” he said.

I got up to fetch a towel.

“Well, I’d say you did a good job, considering I was clearly a surprise.”

He chuckled. “You’re funny. And have a spectacular ass. But, I assume I never get to fuck you again.”

“You assume right.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Not even if I happen to hang out at that bar from time to time and we accidentally run into each other again?”

I smoothed my hair, pretending to think. He had been good. Very good. But I’d have to leave it to chance.

“I guess we’ll see,” I said. “Stranger things have been known to happen.”