Speeding Bullet

Speeding Bullet

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

He's just like any other horny guy except with super senses.

Summary

He's just like any other horny guy except with super senses.

Content

Submitted: March 26, 2016

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Content

Submitted: March 26, 2016

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He was getting laid tonight. That much he was sure of. He wasn’t being cocky. That wasn’t his agenda. He had foreseen it.

He was a teenager when he first realized his powers. He had had inklings before then, but when he tried to get into Jenny Watling’s pants he knew he didn’t have a shot in hell. She didn’t have to tell him so, he knew.

For what it was worth, it was a helpful power. He didn’t have to waste his hard earned cash on drinks. He only went out when he was sure and that wasn’t often.

He was asleep when it came it to him. He saw her breasts first. Dusky nipples with rock hard tips and himself suckling like a newborn on them. He couldn’t see her face, he often couldn’t and had to go the extra mile in finding the right woman.

Then he saw a club with neon lights and heard pulsing beats coming from the inside. He remembered being there, but couldn't place it.

He awoke trying to hold on to the images of the dream. He was hard as ice, but he chose not to do anything about it. He wanted to savor the fucking he was going to get.

***

There were exactly forty clubs in the city with neon lights and he went to them all. He didn’t have super speed so it took him awhile. The last place he tried was an old warehouse with PINK FLAMINGO written across the front. He heard music that sounded like techno.

He paid the bouncer and entered.

He didn’t see her. Most of the girls here were ready and willing. He could see that. They danced like their lives depended on it. But he hadn’t come for them, he had come for her.

He took a seat at the bar and waited.

***

By the time the clock struck twelve he was beginning to think she wouldn’t show. Many girls had come and gone, but none had the aura he had felt in his dream.

“Ay, you’re late.”

He turned at a cackle.

“I know Pete, I’m sorry. I have things to do, you know.”

“I pay a high price for you, Giselle. You could, at least, be on time.”

He stood. There she was.

***

He sat watching her dance. Her body slithered to the beat of the music. She was glistening with sweat. He watched her breasts. He could tell she wasn’t aroused. It was simple if one knew the signs.

He stood up and threw a few twenties at her. She rewarded him with a swerve of her ass. He didn’t touch. He would have her later.

“She likes you.”

He turned and found the owner behind him.

He didn’t say anything.

“You could have her for a price.”

“How much?”

***

He found her alone in a dressing room. She was sitting in front of a mirror braiding her hair. She looked up when she saw him.

“Can I help you?”

“Clyde sent me back.”

She stood and walked to him. She had done this before.

“What would you like?”

“Anything.”

She smiled at that. “Aw, you don’t get pussy much do you poor thing?”

He shook his head.

She grinned. “What a good little boy you are.”

She lowered herself to her knees and began to undo his jeans. He gritted his teeth.

“Take off your shirt.”

He did as she asked. She looked him over as he threw it across the room.

“Now what am I going to do with you?”

He watched her.

“Go lie down on the couch.”

He did as told. When he had positioned himself, she lowered herself over him.

“I’m going to fuck your face.”

He licked his lips like a child waiting for ice cream. She was ready for him. He could feel the heat from her cunt calling him. This is what he had been waiting for. He plunged in heedless to brain freeze.

She moved forward against his mouth. He drank like he been plowing in the Louisiana sun for eighty years and hadn't had a drink since.

“Right there baby.”

He flicked his tongue over her clit. Slow at first but then faster. She began to grind against his mouth. He could feel her pussy clench.

“Right there,” she whispered.

She closed her eyes and he felt it. He relished it.

She removed herself while he pulled himself together.

“I have to get back on the stage,” she said.

He nodded.

“My shift is over at five.”


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