Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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Well, it didn’t look like we were going to need to use the cabbie for anything other than a ride back to her place. Since he did come rather quickly to pick us up, even though he had already quit for the day, she thought she would ride in the front seat with him and reward him with a chance to touch what he had been looking at on the ride to the cemetery. She also spent a good part of the ride back fondling his cock which made me really nervous in New York City traffic. She decided to invite him up for a quick drink and complied with his request to let him watch her masturbate on the couch across from him. She rewarded his patience by walking over and swallowing his cum. I couldn't take my eyes off them as I watched from the kitchen. I was amazed by the freedom with which she gave herself to people and a little jealous of it too. 

As he was leaving, I left the room for a quick shower and thought about the cop she had hooked me up with. It had taken me a long time to cultivate the lovers that I had back home and I wasn’t much into casual sex with people I didn’t know. I laughed at myself because I guess I needed a reality check. Who was I kidding! I had already seriously crossed that line yesterday by having sex with a WOMAN I didn’t really know. By the end of my shower and a little private time with a waterproof dildo she had hanging from the shower head I had completely relieved any tension I was feeling about meeting him. What the hell I thought, I just hope he has a good imagination and is in a playful mood this evening. I probably would never be in New York City or see any of them again. How the hell that gave me comfort I’m not sure.

She came into the bedroom to help me pick out something of hers to wear for the evening. When I looked in her closet my comfort rapidly disappeared. What clothes were not sundresses were even more skimpy. We found one that tied behind the neck and came down to about my upper thighs that fit rather snugly on top but it would have to do. My breasts were practically pouring out the front of it but she said he would enjoy it. “After all he must be a tit man right!” She used that opportunity to check how my breasts felt through the fabric and played with them until the nipples were hard and poking into the fabric. Sliding her hands under the fabric on each side of the dress and pretending to adjust them just right she said, “Oh, he will really like this.” Then she made sure the top was easy to untie and expose my breasts. She took each nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue for a while and then talked to my breasts. “You lucky babies have no idea the treat you are in for tonight. I’ll bet you get the fuck of your lives and if you don’t I’ll make sure I fuck you each with my pussy when I get home!” 

“Just how much did you tell your biker boy about me?”

“Only that you would really enjoy meeting his friend's special needs and I told him why he needed to make sure his friend brought his handcuffs.”

“Oh great he probably thinks I’m some kind of freak!”

“News flash! The freakier the better as far as men are concerned. That whole thinking with their dicks thing is no joke I’m very glad to report.” She froze in place and then squealed when she heard the motorcycle. She ran to finish getting ready. 

I looked out the window to see her biker babe park his bike and then lean against it. He was alone but he looked like he was waiting so hopefully the cop would still show. She was right he was amazing looking with his long hair and leather clothes. It wasn’t long until I saw a guy walking toward him. Wow, a big guy over 6 feet tall dressed all in black. Black jeans, black t-shirt, and a black blazer. His badge was clipped to his blazer pocket and he nervously ran his hands through the salt and pepper wavy hair on his head. I pegged him for about mid-forties. The beard and mustache he was growing made him look really hot. I imagined that scruffiness against my skin and remembered how much I really liked the sensation of a freshly growing beard. Especially if I was freshly waxed or shaved when he went down on me which of course I made sure I was for tonight.   

I saw the biker guy shake his head and take off the cops badge and slip it into his blazer pocket. He opened his hands questioningly and the cop produced his handcuffs and key from his other pocket. The biker opened each of the cuffs and secured them on the belt loop of the cops jeans letting the chain connecting them dangle. The cop shook his head and then leaned it way back producing a huge smile and opened mouth laugh to go along with it. All I could think about was hoping that he would look at me and have as much desire as I felt just watching him.    

One last check in the mirror and she swung open the door and jumped into the bikers arms. He held onto her ass with his hands and carried her back into the apartment. He looked back at his friend in the hallway and said, “Come on, get in here. I’m sure she doesn’t bite. Or maybe if your lucky she does!” Then her biker babe looked at me and said, “Wow, that sure is one fucking impressive set of tits you have there - maybe I’ll stay here instead!” 

“No you don’t, you promised we’d go somewhere special tonight. Just where are you taking me anyway or is it a secret?”

“The strip club on 18th. I figure there will be a lot of horny guys there who would love to get a look at you!” He slid his fingers up one of the leg holes of the very short pair of jean shorts she was wearing. “No panties I see, or rather, no panties I feel!” He laughed.

She squealed and said, “Oh, I like it. Just when they think they haven’t gotten their rocks off to their satisfaction they’ll come outside and be able to get themselves off seeing us fuck.”

“Not a chance baby, we’re gonna attract so much attention the owner will be inviting us inside so they can watch us fuck.” 

“Damn, what the hell are we still doing here?” She said as she wriggled out of his arms and he was left being with only his fingers to lick. He offered his hand to the cop.

He only shook his head and I could tell he was slightly blushing even with that delicious beard and mustache. All he could manage to say was, “If you two get arrested do not call me to rescue you, man. I don’t know you!”

They turned to leave and she ran back to kiss me on the mouth and to let him see her squeeze my tits with her hands. “Don’t forget what I promised you.” 

As they were closing the door we both heard their exchange.  

“What did you promise her?”

“I promised her tits that if he doesn’t fuck them, I’ll fuck them with my pussy when I get home.” Both of them roared with laughter as the walked down the hall. 

I covered my face in sheer embarrassment and felt his hands on mine taking them down. “Don’t worry about it. I know they’re crazy.” Then he ran his fingers down one side and up the other edge of the fabric of the dress where it met my breasts and then deeply down the tight, straining cleavage. He bent his head down, cocked it to the side look into my eyes. He smiled at me and said, “Is that what you really like a guy to do to you? Because looking at you in this dress I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.” I smiled bitting my bottom lip and walked him to the big chair in the living room. 

I knelt down in front of him and slowly ran my fingers over the handcuffs on his pants. He touched my hair and said, “I know. You like that too. I’m not sure how we have so much in common but I’d really like to take the rest of the night exploring just how close we are in our fantasies. I want to make you glad you came to New York City and make you hungry to come back.”

Right now the only hunger I had was for him. His voice was so sweetly distracting yet so focused and I knew he would be the kind of talker that I liked. I don’t think there is anything that that turns me on more when I am with a partner and they talk to me, low and methodically, telling me what they want or what they are going to do to me. All of it is so sexually stimulating. ©