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The Reality of Dichotomies (Whispered Desire & Tyr)

The irritated way the girl sassed back, just showed that her need was far greater than any humiliation or embarrassment she might be feeling for being bent over and fucked in some biker bar bathroom. So even as the sound of Gopher pissing was abating, Paul was giving her another quick jab of his cock to the sexy young woman, just to answer her challenge. So he reaches down leaving one hand on her tit, while the other grabs the back of her head and pulls it back, arching her back and bringing her up. The girl if she looked in the mirror just then would see Gopher turning around, and tucking his own ample length into his jeans, before buttoning them up. The man smiles at the scene, as he steps forward to the adjacent sink to wash his hands, apparently not bothered in the least that Paul was sticking her with his cock.

Paul was fucking her now giving it to her in a rhythm of deep hard pounding strokes. Holding her head back, her exposed tits jutting forward as he fucked her, and fucked her hard. Not only was he fucking her with strong powerful strokes, but also he was doing it while another man she didn’t even know was casually washing his hands. Paul throbbing veined rod entered her creamy velvety embrace again and again as he now used her, and did so with skill and power. If she really wanted an unbridled primal rutting, she was getting exactly that, as Paul applied his cock to her pussy with almost ruthless abandon, all the while Gopher was washing and rinsing his hand. The cock that had been teased and toyed with her pussy, was now hammering her with almost malicious intent. Paul of course couldn’t go without verbally responding back, and giving her some of what she’d just given him.

Really sexy, I think you’re just a want-a-be slut who has some boring dreary life, and you come here for some excitement. Do you like being a slut, just fucking to fuck? I think you do, and I think your going cum all over my cock like a horny slut too.

The rough hands continued to manhandle her as he took control and used her, if she was or wasn’t didn’t matter to Paul, all that mattered was what his dick was buried deep over and over again in her slick snatch. Gopher just chuckled and he dispensed the towels to dry his hands.
 
Becca looked over at Gopher as she felt her head being forced up now, not really caring that he was there in the least anymore. He'd already seen that she was being fucked and Becca wasn't in the least embarrassed by her bare breasts as she was rather proud that they were ample and firm, naturally.

Finally Paul was giving her exactly what she wanted and her hips strove to meet his powerful thrusts as she moved back against him in an effort to take as much of his meat into her slick channel that she could

His words however had once again hit a nerve with her and she spat out rather abruptly I don't like repeating myself and I told you before, it's none of your fucking business why I'm here." She gasped as she felt his hard cock spearing her again, even deeper. He was giving her what she wanted.

"All that matters is that your cock is buried in a nice tight cunt that enjoys being fucked."

Becca fell silent then, certain that Paul would have more to say since that seemed to be something that turned him on and if she admitted it to herself, the more he talked dirty to her, the more she found herself to enjoy it along with the long powerful thrusts that had her clenching around his girth, long and definetly enough to bring her to orgasm although she was in no hurry to arrive at that destination as she was rather enjoying the feeling of having his large cock pounding into her wet snatch.

In the mirror she would see the sexy bikers reflection as he pounded into her, and although she had spat the words out at him, there was no denying by the look on her face that she was enjoying the feeling of his cock attacking her tight wet pussy.

She hadn't even noticed that Gopher appeared to be taking his sweet time with drying his hands and once again she looked over at him, licking her swollen lips from having been biting them as she did.
 
Paul laughed as the girl told him it was none of his business, but almost in the same breath said she had a tight cunt that liked to being fucked. Paul wasn’t the only one that laughed, as Gopher patted him on the back, as he tossed the damp paper towel in to the adjacent trashcan.

You’ve got a lively one there guy.

Gopher didn’t intrude, it wasn’t his place, he knew this girl wasn’t any of the regular babes that hung with the guys, and from the sounds of the exchange she was just getting broken in. Though if there was any guy that could break in some new bitch it was Paul.

Good luck!

Gopher just walked away, though he did have the beginning of a hard-on in his pants. He was heading to pool table knowing he could get a game of pool and get his rising problem taken care of. Paul on the other hand had exactly what his cock needed to solve his condition, burying every inch of his bulging member into her. The velocity and strength of his thrusts were animalistic in nature as he ravaged her body. Still not to be outdone, he continued his verbal exchange with her.

Oh you are right baby, there’s very little better for cock that a nice tight cunt to fuck! But you know what’s even better; cunt that hungry to be fucked, and you are definitely one cock hungry cunt.

The hand roughly pulls on her tit as he grasped it while holding her firmly, his other hand keeping her head pulled back as his fingers were tightly entwined in her hair. Over and over again his cock drilled her, even now his balls ached for relief, but he had enough control and experience to make this last as long as he could.

Come on baby, cum all over my cock like a good little slut you always wanted to be.

The way he said it, made it sound as if she was just a thing that couldn’t control herself, and that she was some sort of sexual object to be used. Even if the words were to be ignored the way his cock fucked her made it clear how he felt, for there was nothing subtle or soft about it.
 
Becca was grateful that the biker named Gopher was finally gone from the room although he'd been correct about one thing. The brunette was lively and now with Paul pounding his meat into her pussy she actually felt more alive and unrestrained than she'd ever remember having felt in her entire life, certainly with Steven.

It amazed Becca how quickly Steven had been pushed from her mind and for the briefest of seconds she almost had a fleeting moment of regret. Almost, but it was quickly forgotten as the biker continued to assault her pussy with his cock, pounding it into her. Her head snapped up as he pulled it even further back adding to the new sensation of being controlled and it didn't take long for Becca to realize that she was actually enjoying that level of control. She was enjoying Paul taking what he wanted although it was rather a mutual need that they were both fulfilling.

Becca felt herself clenching around his cock her walls tightening and relaxing only to re tighten with each thrust of his hardness up into her pussy as he pounded inside of her. The more his smooth voice talked dirty to her, the more she was forced to look at his reflection, the wetter she became. Becca was actually extremely turned on now and Gopher having been there just moments before Becca realized had added to her excitement.

Becca could feel herself nearing release with every one of Paul's thrusts into her needy cunt, but not to be outdone she continued allowing herself to be the woman that she knew she'd not be able to be once she left the bar and arrived home to Steven. No, she'd have to go back to being timid, proper little Rebecca then so she'd ride this out for as long as she could so she goaded Paul even more.

If you want to feel me cumming all over your cock then why don't you feed me that cock like you mean it?" A smile tugged at those luscious lips then as she teased back "If you want me to cum, then make me, if you think that you can!
 
There was no doubt that girl had chutzpah, as she attempted to provoke him. Truly Paul didn’t need any further encouragement, but it sure put to rest any doubts of what this girl wanted. Letting go of her hair and head, he instead just uses each of his hands to grab her tits like they were handholds. As his finger clamped down, he started to ruthlessly fuck her, the thrusts not only hard and fast into her, but also upwards as he bends his knees, and unbends them as he fucks upwards, and almost strong enough to lift her up and off of her feet. The pressure in his bloated ball continued to build as he took his pleasure from her body, though it clearly seemed it was a mutual thing.

Oh sexy you’re going to cum, like a bitch in heat.

The force of his blows pushing her forward, till she was trapped between the counter and his body. Again and again he drove into her, using his dick like a weapon, with the sole intent of bending her to his will.

After you cum, I’m going to fill your horny cunt full of cum, what do you think about that?

The hands that held her tits weren’t only digging in but twisting at them as the violence of his thrusts continued. The smell of her arousal now starts to overpower the smell of the restroom, as his pussy juice coated cock pounded her. There obviously was no mercy, and even if she didn’t cum, he was going fill her pussy with his hot sticky load. The raw primal nature of this lustful joining continued, as her captured body remained pinned between counter and the rough biker. The crudeness and coarseness of their copulation seemed not to abate but to intensify as it continued. There was no doubt that she would have bruises, but those thoughts were all pushed aside for the moment, as Paul fucked her not like some soft petal, but like a porn star looking an adult movie award.

Oh fuck bitch, you have one tight cunt! Shit, it feels like my dicks about to be cut off.

Paul grunted and groaned from the exertion, however he was in good shape, and easily up to the task.

You know what sexy? I think your going to come back for more. What do you think about being my little personal fucktoy?

There was a confident laugh of an egotistical bastard, one that knew just how good of a fucker he was.
 
Becca had expected the biker to fuck her like it was the last time on earth that two people had the chance to fuck, but she'd never expected herself to be so incredibly turned on by the way that the biker had literally taken control of her and was using her body to pleasure himself. Whether he was intentionally trying to bring her any amount of pleasure or was simply using her body for his own purposes or not she didn't care because no matter the reason, she was deriving a great deal of pleasure from the way that Paul was spearing that thick rod inside of her tight cunt.

She could feel him driving himself up into her, literally impaling her on that thick end as his knees bent and straightened under them forcing her to take every inch of that long thick shaft into her sopping wet pussy. When he said that she was going to cum, he had not been mistaken but Becca was trying to prolong the inevitable as long as she could for no other reason than she enjoyed the feeling of Paul's cock forcing itself into her tight snatch. Then he mentioned cumming inside of her and for a moment she considered the fact that Steven always made them use a condom, despite the fact that she was on the pill. And although there remained some risk in having sex with a complete and total stranger that for all she knew could have some damn disease that she'd not know about probably until some time much later if they did, the thought of feeling Pauls hot seed pumping into her was so appealing that she quickly forgot about the possibility of disease, she wanted to experience the feeling of hot thick sticky cum splashing against her tight and now clenching walls.

However, when he mentioned about how tight she was, a grin flitted across her face although it was followed by a moan as she felt his cock pounding up into her, his hands groping her and she was certain that if he continued at that pace she would indeed cum all over his that thick cock that was pumping in and out of her with such brute force. And although she'd hear him laughing like he was proud of the fact that he thought he could fuck better than any man on earth, and perhaps he could as certainly he was the best fuck that she'd had to date, the mere sound of his voice saying he thought she'd be back for more caused her to feel a sudden surge of heat coursing through her, she knowing that any second she would be cumming over his cock just like he'd said she would. It wasn't until she heard his words my little personal fucktoy that she completely lost her senses and her woman wine would begin to spill down over his cock, coating him in it's warmth as her orgasm broke around him and she'd moan out in pleasure so loudly that she was certain it would be heard above the noise just outside of the door to the men's restroom of "The Stockade."

She felt herself tightening and clenching around Paul, almost feeling to her like her walls were grabbing on to that thick cock to try to keep it buried inside of her as though she simply didn't want to ever be devoid of it's presence in her needy little cunt ever again. No longer was she attempting to goad him, not even really caring about the fact that she had deemed herself to have caught the sexy bikers attention and gotten him to fuck her, she was too busy enjoying the feeling of his long thick cock ramming up inside of her, bringing her to orgasm not just once, but over and over as he pumped in and out of her spasming tight cunt that was now depositing her warm juices over him, soaking her thighs as she came moaning out loud "Oh FUCK YES, that's it fuck me you sexy fucking bastard."
 
Each of the last few strokes of his cock into her were almost painful as he felt the inevitable pressure build and build. The young thing was calling him a bastard while at the same time willing taking every inch of his member. Not that it bothered him, some bitches were just crazy that way, they’d tell you no over and over again, while they really meant yes. They were just some girls that thought wanting sex was an inappropriate and dirty thing. What was already an amazing experience intensified, as the sexy young thing’s body began to shake and shiver. Her tight body squeezed and grasping at his length as it sunk into her body, only adding and making impossible any hope that he could hold back or delay.

That’s the fucking bastard who’s cock your tight little horny cunt wants, bitch!

So his grunts and groans grew with each of the last few pummeling thrusts. The balls still in his pants tightened, as his cock finally couldn’t take anymore, the tip gaping as his thick hot load of cum burst forth. Instinctually he buried himself completely in her, as his cock spewed, the euphoria of orgasm ripping through his body, accompanied by a long deep guttural groan. So like some wild bull he mounted her and stayed there, thrilling in the moment as he filled her willing hole. He hadn’t asked and didn’t care if she was on birth control or not, that was her problem, any bitch that walked into a biker bar looking like she did couldn’t expected to leave with out being filled.

Fuck Yeah! Squeeze that cock sexy, milk that fucker!

Even though he’d blasted his load into her willing body, Paul didn’t immediately let go, but left himself buried in her, while letting the pleasure of his orgasm subside. His thick member damming up the load he just deposited into her. Pulling her almost to a standing position, but leaving it buried in her, he whisper to her ear, in a conspiratorial tone.

Isn’t that a lot more fun than staying at home?

One large hand still cups her tit, digging into it, while the other slides down her front and rubs her pussy and clit.
 
That’s the fucking bastard who’s cock your tight little horny cunt wants, bitch!

And Becca did want it, every last inch of it buried in her as she came around his pulsing cock. Over and over she felt his powerful thrusts into her already orgasmic cunt and it seemed for her that it would never stop. Becca had never cum like this with Steven, in actuality she'd never cum like she now was with Paul, with anyone in her life before.

She felt him pump himself into her and then remaining still, his thick cock stretching her clenching walls as his hot seed spurted up into her. Becca had wanted to feel him cum inside of her. And disease hadn't entered her mind, she'd taken Paul to be real and a you get what you see type of guy. She was certain that if the biker had anything she'd need to worry about, he'd have been man enough to tell her because from what she could tell, Paul was definitely all man. Even though she was on the pill, Steven refused to have sex with her without a condom and she found it to be bothersome, almost unnatural feeling. Becca's breath caught in her throat as she felt the hot liquid pool into her cum soaked pussy.

Becca had been grateful that he'd chosen to remain buried in her as she trembled in his arms, her body shaking considerably. Even the act of him standing upwards driving that thick shaft into her already sensitive tight channel brought forth another moan from the brunette. Paul's warm breath washed over her ear and Becca would shiver in his arms, not just at the sensation that lingered on her neck, but at his words. It had been more fun at staying at home and she'd not forgotten what he'd said about her coming back for more to be his personal little fuck toy. Becca knew the moment that he had cum inside of her that sex with Steven would never be enough for her again. She needed to be fucked like she'd just been fucked. She wanted and needed to feel the biker fucking her again sometime.

Paul's hand was still wrapped around her breast, holding her so tight she was certain she'd have bruises as she tended to bruise rather easily, but his other hand moved to rub over her pussy and lavish her clit with it's attention again and Becca groaned as she felt her walls clenching and grasping around the still rather hard large member buried in her as he rubbed her swollen sensitive nub. An after tremor coursed through her like another small orgasm, her hips and ass still swaying as they pressed into him, her head falling back and leaning against the bikers big chest.

Becca didn't expect the biker to cuddle her in the least, but something about being there even naked and having just been fucked by him in The Stockade gave her some small sense of feeling safe, possibly even to a degree desired. After all, she'd just fucked the sexier biker the stockade had to offer. And he had mentioned her coming back although he hadn't exactly invited her to come back.

One hand came up to wrap around the back of the bikers neck as they were now standing prone, the movement causing her breasts to jut forward in the bikers hands as she turned her head and her lips caught his briefly. Becca's eyes glinted and danced with delight, despite the fact that she was still shaking in Paul's arms, her mouth feeling dry and in need of a drink as she spoke through a still labored breath teasingly "So, if that's what a gal has to do when she loses a bet, what's she got to do to get a ride on that Harley?"

No sooner had she said the words than she wished she could have taken them back. Although she meant them to be playful and teasing, she had momentarily forgotten the world in which she had just stepped into. The thought hadn't crossed her mind until that second, that what a biker might want her to do to for that ride might not exactly be what she had in mind. The truth was, she hadn't really had anything in mind nor had she expected to have to do anything as she had already figured, she'd never see Paul again. He didn't strike her as the type to want some strange girl who'd stopped in for a quick fuck hanging around him. But if she could get a ride on his harley and in the process see the sexy biker again, maybe even fuck him again without having to fuck the entire biker gang to get it, she sure as hell wouldn't say no if he'd ask her to come back some day.
 
The sexy things body continued to wiggle and squirm in his grasp, though she was making no attempt to flee or escape, as her body was simply responding to his touch. It felt good to have his cock lodge in the tight embrace of her cunt, but in the end he was done, and his need for her was waning. He sure as hell wasn’t looking to do some post sex cuddling, and really didn’t care if that hurt her feeling, she’d been a good fuck and that’s all she was at this point. There were plenty of babes who hung out with the gang and were good fucks, though she definitely would have been the best looker of the bunch. Though he doubted she was put out or as bold as some of girls were, but that could change. Still he didn’t need some girl thinking she owned him, and if she wanted a ride on his bike, she was going to have earn it. She’d soon find out if she wanted that ride, who was in charge, and what it would cost.

Sorry sexy, but usually only one of our bitches rides with us. And as much as you were a decent little fuck, you haven’t earned that right, though you paid your debt.

There was obviously no soft or cuddly affection, and the way Paul made it seem she was just that a fuck, nothing more. He’d treated like an object, one that you simply used and discarded and that her worth to him was directly in relation to her availability to be fucked. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; he just found it easier to deal with women this way.

Now if you want to earn a little extra credit, I’ll let you clean my cock. I bet you won’t mind, because I think you want to be a dirty little girl.

What he didn’t say was that if she didn’t, he get one of the gang’s other bitches to do it. Still he wouldn’t mind having another go with her, but he wasn’t about to let her get her claws into him. Most of the guys in the gang knew if you let some bitch rule your life, you’d end up one miserable bastard. It was just easier to put them in their place right off, and it made for a much easier life. Some fucking self righteous feminist would scream at the way they treated women, but they probably weren’t getting fucked the way the gang’s bitches were. And he wasn’t sure that those same feminists didn’t fantasy about some biker fucking them, rather than their new age boyfriends or husbands. Plus if they wanted to be stuck up frigid bitches, that was their problem, there was always more than enough pussy wanting to get fucked by a real man.

And if you do a good job, we can talk about you coming back.

Even as the confident biker talked his experienced hands continued to play with body, his hips even moving a little bit.
 
Pauls words took Becca off guard. She'd been afraid that he'd come off with something she wasn't prepared to do and although she'd never actually tasted a mans cum before, the idea didn't automatically turn her stomach. Well, one could almost say Becca had never tasted a mans cum before, except that one time as a teenager when her boyfriend had cum prematurely and she'd gotten some of it in her mouth. While it had not been the most pleasant of tastes, she'd tasted worse things in her life. Hell caviar tasted worse than what she could remember her high school boyfriend having tasted, although she could honestly say she'd never tasted a females cum before, her own included.

And although Paul spoke rather brashly and she knew that she was merely a fuck to him, although his mentioning that she was a decent fuck did bring a small grin to her face, the fact was he hadn't immediately withdrawn from her warm soaked pussy but instead he'd remained there, his hands still moving on her body expertly. She'd even feel the slightest sway of his hips and she'd had no desire to move until he mentioned cleaning his cock. And the idea of sucking the bikers big cock again wasn't totally displeasing to her anyhow, after all, it had been her losing the bet and having to suck his cock that had led to one of the best fucks of her life.

If polishing the bikers cock was what it would take to possibly get the ride, then she was all for it and if it meant she might even get to fuck him again, she was wiling to make damn certain that she earned it by cleaning his cock, every inch of it. She had only remained being held against his broad chest for a few moments before she'd finally wiggle around in his arms to face him. She moaned lightly as she felt his cock slipping from within her. Even though they were done fucking she was still rather enjoying the feeling of his cock still hard in her. Steven always got soft right away, and he always pulled out right away so he could dispose of his condom and go shower immediately.

Upon her face Paul would see a small smirk of a smile "That's all I have to do, is clean and polish that nice thick cock?" Her smirk turned into a grin, her eyes dancing mischievously "Sounds like a win/win as well as a treat for me."

A pretty brave statement coming from the feisty brunette, especially when she had no idea of how it was going to taste but all the same she slid to her knees, and that delicate pink tongue would slip out and taste their combined cum from the tip of his still hard cock. Much to her surprise, it didn't taste as bad as she thought. She actually thought for it having both of their cum on it, it tasted pretty good and soon she'd went from just tasting it from the tip to wrapping her lips around it and sucking as much of it into her mouth as she could. Her tongue swirled and cleaned around it before she pulled it out of her mouth with a pop and moved down the shaft, still licking and cleaning around it before moving down to his balls and beginning to clean the cum that had dribbled onto them from them as well as she looked up at the biker from her kneeling position in front of him.
 
If the girl was embarrassed or offended by his statement, he didn’t see it. Plus when answered back it was clear she was taking up his challenge. So she slid down his front, giving her own devilish grin as she moved to suck clean his cock. The young sexy thing was showing some real potential, as far as Paul was concerned. Even though she clearly didn’t need any encouragement, he couldn’t help but continue with their banter.

There you go. I knew you were the kind of dirty little girl that liked to suck cock. Polish that pecker baby, get it all clean and shiny.

She’d done nothing to cover up, and her luscious tits hung out perky and protruding. It struck him funny that they’d entered the very same bathroom and came upon a scene just like this, and now they were doing the very same thing. Though of course she wasn’t the first nor the last girl that would suck cock in this bathroom, the place had a bit of a notoriety for such salacious activities. Paul looked down and watched her, enjoying the sight of the sexy young woman working his spent length in and out of her mouth.

You look good with dick in your mouth baby, just a natural born cocksucker.

The way he said it, made it sound like it was a complement, and that’s what he meant. For Paul a woman that didn’t like sucking cock, really wasn’t worth the time. Now a good eager cocksucker was the kind of girl, you wanted to have around. Still if she kept that up, he was going to hard again, and as much as he really did want to fuck her again, he didn’t want to appear eager. So once she’d finished, he just took his cock back, and stuffed it into his jeans, even while she was still on her knees.

Hmmm… well, not too bad. You come back tomorrow, wear something sexy like a real short skirt or dress, no panties, and we and talk about that ride.

With that he just turned and walked back into the bar, leaving her kneeling there, with her tits hanging out.
 
Becca had cleaned the cum from his cock, she'd even thought Paul was beginning to become hard again but he stopped her and stuffed his cock back into his pants. She'd grin up at him when he mentioned coming back tomorrow and not wearing panties. Maybe he wanted a second go round again, or he just wanted to see if she'd do it or not but it didn't matter to her, as she already knew she was going to come back.

What she hadn't expected though was for him to walk out and just leave her in the bathroom although after everything she'd seen in The Stockade since her arrival, she wasn't actually surprised. Kelly and Bulldog had walked out together, but they were apparently together, at least for the evening anyhow. Becca had come in alone, and she would leave alone. Still, it felt odd that she'd walk out of the mens room alone although she was certain it wouldn't be anything that the biker gang hadn't seen before. So, Becca pulled her pants up, still feeling Paul's cum dripping from her pussy onto her wet panties and she fixed her top, tucking her breasts back in. She ran her fingers through her long dark locks to make herself look presentable and then she exited the bathroom, not even expecting to see Paul still there so she headed straight for the exit.

On her way out of The Stockade, she passed where Bulldog and Kelly stood, Kelly still hanging all over Bulldog but when she saw Becca her eyes narrowed and she tossed Becca a look that the brunette didn't particularly care for. Undaunted, Becca stared back as she walked past, simply smirking at her although Bulldog was more gracious and offered a knowing smile of which Becca returned in earnest. Kelly seemed rather displeased that she'd smiled at Bulldog, but Becca kept on walking towards the door, even taking a moment to nod to the bartender through the crowded room. The Stockade had become so crowded by now in fact that if Paul was still there, she hadn't yet spotted him. As she made her way to the door, she was already thinking about what she could wear the following night. She may have to do a bit of shopping if nothing she'd brought with her would be short enough, she'd have to check her suitcases later for the appropriate attire, then she'd decide if she needed to go shopping for some new threads or not.
 
Paul wasn’t in sight when the sexy young woman had gotten herself together and had exited. So as Becca exited ‘The Stockade’, several smiles, smirks and greedy hungry eyes followed her as she departed. The loud partying and debauchery continued unabated as Becca left the wild establishment. Paul didn’t know for sure, but he rather suspected that he would see the sexy thing again. Maybe he should have cared that the girl may have had a man at home, or some sweetheart, but in his mind that wasn’t his problem, it was theirs. If the guy wasn’t taking care of business, and getting it done, then he shouldn’t expect to keep his bitch happy. Then again Paul’s Neanderthal attitudes, didn’t work for most people, but did for him. No matter what every girl said about finding a nice guy, they all seemed to want at some time to get fucked and used by a bad one, it was just the way the world seemed to work. It was just fucked up that way, not that he was complaining, he thoroughly enjoyed it, it was a hard job but somebody had to do it. Paul smiles and finishes another beer, as he thought about who he might take home to keep his bed warm tonight.

The person who did care where she was and what she was doing was obsessing about her lack of a call to him. Steven pushed the redial button on his phone trying yet again to get a hold of his long time girlfriend Becca. He’d told her to call him each night so he knew she arrived safe, as she made her way back. Really he should have gone along, but his studies at the university just didn’t give him the free time to be gallivanting about. Becca seemed not to have that serious determined characteristic he did, let alone his love for detailed planning. The girl would just wander off if something caught her eye, not realizing like the last time they were on vacation together that they had to stay on schedule if they were going to see all the sights on his itinerary. Sometimes she could be so exacerbating, and yet she was so hot, and he was lucky to have a girlfriend like her, so he put up with her idiosyncrasies. Though the last year or so, he had been working on correcting her behavior, while trying to get her to see that such behaviors was counterproductive to a positive relationship. Especially If they were to be married, she would have to be responsible, and understand that their relationship would survive if there was order and not chaos. Still Steven realized that it took two to have a relationship, and he should be cognizant of her desires and wants. That If he took her feelings, and understood where she was coming from, there would be harmony and contentment. He realized she would have a career as he would, and that there needed to be balance and give and take if the relationship. So he tried to be receptive and understanding, yet he thought deep down she needed to grow up and mature. Early in the relationship she seemed very receptive to his suggestions for improvement, but lately there had been a growing edge. Still he knew she would come around, his sweetie always did. So he let another message.

Hi sweetie, it’s Steven, just checking in again to make sure you made it safely. Hope you didn’t forget to call, I was worried. Call me when you get this message.
 
The first thing that Becca after getting into the car and wheeling it towards the road, was to check her messages before she even got out on the highway. Another missed call from Steven and a text from her best friend Sally. Already Becca had thought of Sally. Sally lived out on the opposite end of town from Steven, away from the college and Steven never went to that side of town unless of course he was with Becca for some reason, and since Becca's mind had been made up for her after her encounter with Paul she had decided to use the few extra days vacation without letting Steven know that she was so close to home. Becca felt a pang of guilt when she dialed Sally's number first instead of Steven's but she allowed the call to go through.

When she heard Sally's voice on the other end she began to speak "Sal, I know it's late, I hope I didn't wake you but I need a favor."

Sally laughed at the notion of it being late. Unlike Steven and Becca, Sally was a night owl who often complained to Becca that Steven had taken her party buddie from her when he'd gotten Becca's attention. Granted, Steven was a wonderful man, and a caring boyfriend but Sally seemed to often think he wasn't the perfect guy for Becca. Or at least not for the Becca that she'd been before she'd begun seeing Steven.

"It's not late, and sure what's up Bec?"

The phone went silent for a moment or two then Becca spoke again "I was wondering if I could stay at your place for a few days. I've still got a few days left of vacation and I....I'm not ready to go back to the apartment yet."

Sally's brow arched at the other end of the phone "And just what have you been doing on your vacation that your not ready to go home to Steven yet, Bec?" Her words were teasing. Becca bit her lip, not ready to divulge everything that had happened over the phone, and not yet.

"Let's just say I wore the outfit for now. Come on Sal, can I or can't I?"

Sally laughed "Bec! You know you can come on over, but you have to promise to tell me everything!"

Before hanging up Becca promised to tell her about it, but didn't say she'd tell her everything. Again, not a total lie. It seemed she would tell more little white lies tonight than she had in all of the years she had known both Sally and Steven.

As she wheeled the car towards Sally's house, she pulled into dunkin donuts to get a coffee. It was going to be a long night, the caffeine would help. Once she had the coffee in hand, she dialed Steven's number and then heard his voice on the other end. His sweet voice....

Becca felt a sudden stab of sadness through her heart. What had she done? Yet all she could think about was what if she went back to see the biker again? Would it hold the same thrill, would it be as exciting...would it still be such an intense experience..would it still be such a great fuck...

"Steven, hi." she said into the phone "I'm sorry I'm late calling, I was out later than I anticipated that I'd be."

She knew Steven would disprove of the lateness of the hour although, she was a grown woman and she truly didn't understand why if it were a weekend or one was on vacation, it was so important to keep a tight schedule of sleep patterns as Steven thought they should have. In Becca's mind, life was too short to always be worried with such trivial little things that Steven seemed to obsess over yet she knew in her heart that he was a good man and had the best of intentions when it came to her, even if they didn't always agree on every little thing.
 
The hours passed, till finally the phone rang, and it was Becca. He’d waited for what seemed like forever, and he was both concerned and sort of pissed off. Realizing quickly that she was fine, he tried in his own way to convey his displeasure with her. It was late, but she needed to know this kind of behavior wasn’t acceptable.

Sweetie, what happened? You were supposed to call. Where have you been, and why so late? You know you’re supposed to call, and I have to be in class tomorrow morning, what were you thinking?

Steven had never lived any kind of exciting life, having put school and his career above all else, considering the rest a waste of time. So he’d skip the parties, though in truth he’d ever only been invited to a few. He had no problem living the life of a student hermit, and didn’t see any reason why he or his girlfriend would engage in such frivolous and irresponsible behavior such as partying. Even staying up late seemed to him, like getting up late another waste. One should get up early and get started; early bird got the worm that kind of thing.

When are you getting home? I miss you.

Steven had concerns; Becca still had some friends that thought he was the wrong guy for her. He’d done his best to try to come between them and his sweetie, just because they were a bad influence. They used go cavorting about, and claim it was nothing more than a girls night out. Still he trusted her, he just didn’t trust her friends, and as much as he tried she still hung out with that Sally girl and a few others that he found unacceptable. Once they were married, he’d put his foot down, but nicely, because they didn’t want those kind of loose girls hanging about, especially if he was going to get a position at a prestigious college.


Where are you now?
 
Steven had barely answered the phone and given Becca time to respond until he began bombarding her with questions. Although he was trying to play nicely, his discontent was evident in his voice.


"I know it's late Steven but I also knew if I didn't call at all that you would not get any sleep tonight so I had to call so you'd know I'm fine. I've just been out with friends having a good time and didn't realize the hour had gotten so late."

Becca found it so hard to speak with Steven when he was in fifty questions mode. Although she knew that he loved her, she still often hated the fact that he seemed to think he knew what was better for her than she did. And while it didn't sit well with her at this moment, considering where she had just been and what she had just done she felt it best not to push the issue with him, at least not for now.

Instead she feigned being tired which was not a total lie.

"I miss you too, Steven." she said the words softly. A part of her did miss Steven but the other part of her knew that she needed a few more days away from him.

I'm really having a good time visiting, I've decided to stay the last few days on vacation instead of returning as soon as I originally planned."

No doubt that wouldn't sit well with Steven, but it was what Becca wanted. She needed more time away from him. The relationship had felt strained to her recently and Becca realized part of it was her fault. She just had doubts that she had to iron out before returning to him. Before he got a chance to go into another round of fifty questions she added I'm tired now though so I'll let you get some sleep. Love ya, talk to you later, good night." She didn't hang up but waited for Steven to respond.

"Sweet dreams" she added, then clicked the phone shut and headed towards Sals house.
 
It was good that she did call, and to hear her sexy voice, even if she was late in calling. Steven was relieved that she was safe and okay, but just upset that she hadn’t called as she promised the last time they talked about this carefree behavior of hers. So he was ready to listen to her excuses and then counter each one with his own logical well reasoned responses, that she would again see the error of her ways. So Paul listened as she spoke of having a good time, staying a few days extra, and having fun with friends. He had no doubt that her friends and her had drunken too much, and probably made spectacles of them selves, which only made his reason for her to control herself all the more necessary. Add to the problem, she wanted to stay additional days, which meant the likelihood that such behavior would continue.

Steven wanted to continue the discussion, make her see her mistakes so she would understand how wrong she was. She really needed to learn to be more responsible, and not head off on a whim with not a worry in the world, otherwise life was just going to eat her alive. It was clear to him that he’d just have to protect her from herself it was that simple. So he was formulating a reasoned response when she basically signed off, he didn’t even get to say goodbye before she was gone. He briefly stood there holding the phone, thinking that this was so typical of Becca, she found some excuse not to talk about it. So he just put down the phone, grumbled and thought about how he would explain it to her when she called next time. It was late; so further contemplation of the problem was put aside as he headed back to bed.
 
Becca threw her phone onto the seat, cursing at herself for having just literally hung up on Steven. She knew that Steven loved her and that he meant well but she was not up to another one of his "You need to be more responsible" speeches. Sometimes Becca was certain that the more he attempted to control her in such matters, the more rebellious she became. To have stayed on the phone any longer would have only opened up a window for him to get started and at the moment Becca wasn't in the mood for it.

She'd just had literally one of the best fucks, if not THE best fucks of her life. The fucking was only the icing on the cake considering she really had just wanted to get out of her normal ho-hum boring routine just once before going back to Steven and her slightly at times, mundane life. And now, to top it off if things went as Becca hoped that they would, she might even get to see, if not fuck, the sexy biker again at least one more time.

Becca wheeled the car into Sally's driveway where she was met at the door by her best friend "Whoa, Bec you did wear the outfit, didn't you?" Sal was grinning as she said the words, taking Becca's bag and sitting it on the floor before stealing a hug from the now embarrassed Becca. Guiding her by the arm Sal drug her into the living room and took a seat.

"Come on Bec, spill...tell me all about tonight!"

Becca took a deep breath then began explaining the entire story to Sally, leaving out only the detail that she actually fucked Paul. She wasn't ready to share that information yet, not even with her best friend. Sally eyed her, certain Becca wasn't telling her everything but she didn't press her. Instead she noted the time "Well let's hit the crib now, we can talk more in the morning. How long are you going to stay?"

Becca looked up, a smile flitting across her face "Until I have to return to Steven, that is if it's okay to stay a few days?"

Again a hug passed between the girls as Sal lead Becca to the spare guest room "Stay as long as you like! And hey, maybe we can get some shopping in too. Now that you're liberated, you need more sexy clothes." Sally had said the word with a wink and again Becca's face was graced with a small smirk as she remembered Pauls last words to her before she'd left the bar. Short dress, no panties. Becca had just the outfit in mind.
 
As Steven settled in to sleep, he thought about the conversation with Becca again and again, and how he was going to help her become a more respectable girl. He tried to explain to Becca she didn’t need to act all wild and crazy with him, that he didn’t expect her to do those deviant things other guys thought she should. That he respected her and her body enough and that just normal conventional sex was enough for him, that she didn’t need her to suck his penis, or even worse things to prove her love. The world of the Internet and pornography had twisted and demeaned women, making them feel they had to do those things to be accepted by a guy, and Steven knew it was wrong, and did his best to try to make Becca know he liked her as a person and not as an object. He’d even picked her out, because she was a mild mannered librarian, the type of girl that you would expect to shun away from those inappropriate type activities, and yet she had a wild side, that just needed to be tamed and toned down. With the right environment and encouragement, he was sure she would be the perfect companion and with some time mate for him.

While Steven was planning his future domestic bliss, Paul was pounding one of the girls from the gang, having taken her home to relieve the tensions. Still as he was feeding the willing little slut his cock, he couldn’t help but think back to the sexy young brunette and his brief encounter in the bathroom with her. There was something about that girl that just got and kept his dick hard. So as he thought about Becca, he fucked the dirty blond even harder, if she’d known what he was thinking about she might not have appreciated it, but since she didn’t, she did enjoy it and verbally let him know her approval. It wasn’t long before she was screaming and he spilling his load in her. So as Steven tossed and turned, trying to think of ways to turn Becca into the perfect good girl, Paul was spooning some piece of easy ass, and thinking about what a good slut Becca would be.
 
Becca spent the better part of the first half of her night at Sally's tossing and turning as sleep tried to find her. Her thoughts lie torn between Steven and Paul and they wandered back and forth from on to the other. Steven...sweet Steven who had sounded so unhappy and displeased over the fact that she had been out and wasn't returning home yet. But yet Steven was so very caring and giving so it was hard for her to become mad at him, even when he ventured into being even a little bit controlling with her.

Which led her mind to drift back to Paul and a smile graced her features in the moonlit room. Paul, who was controlling in his own way but in a very different way than Steven was. Paul was confident, with a commanding presence and whatever the hell it was about him literally had Becca tied up in knots. Just thinking about the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her sent a small chill through the brunette laying in Sally's spare bedroom alone. Paul was confident, he was controlling but in a very different way than Steven was. With Steven she always felt as though she had to walk on eggshells with him, never knowing when she would offend him or his sensibilities, or when she'd earn a lecture from him because he disagreed with what he thought she should and should not do.

Paul hadn't appeared to be the type of man who expected a woman to be anything more than what she was and from what Becca could tell, if she happened to be a confident woman who wasn't afraid to go for what she wanted or speak her mind, then all the better. In all honesty though, if Becca had to fess up to anyone she wasn't exactly the most confident woman on earth. Sure, she'd went into The Stockade for one purpose and she'd followed through with it but even she couldn't tell yet if it was just something she needed to do, something she had to get out of her system. Still, she would not deny the fact that although she may change her mind later, and even feel as though she had made a huge mistake she knew she would return the following night. The evenings events had thrilled her and Paul to say the least had rocked her world and Becca could only imagine if it was that damn good in a mens bathroom in a bar what it might possibly be like somewhere else.

Becca rolled over and looked at the clock. Four am and she'd barely slept at all. She forced herself to quit thinking of either man and shut her eyes for what seemed only like a few minutes when she heard Sally knocking on the door "Hey chica, you planning on sleepin' all day or are we going to go find you some sexy clothes for tonight?"

Becca moaned when she looked at the clock and saw that it was already after ten am. "I'll be down in a few" Becca yelled through the shut door. For a few more minutes the lithe form would refuse to move from the bed until finally she stirred and pulled herself out of bed, showered and dressed, running a brush through her long locks and went downstairs to find Sally who asked "Do you want to eat now or grab breakfast while we are shopping?"

Food..Becca didn't even want to think about food. Not now. "Let's get something later, give me a few moments to wake up."

The girls shopping trip would be a short one though, as the first boutique that they entered held just the outfit that Becca was looking for and the moment that she lay eyes on the outfit, she knew it was the one she needed to turn Paul's glance her way when she arrived at The Stockade that night. Sally tended to agree upon seeing the dress on Becca. "Damn girl, every man there is going to be taking a glance your direction tonight!" Sal teased her friend but was serious in Sal's own way. It was her way of complimenting Becca. Becca chewed her bottom lip nervously and Sal put her mind at ease "Serious, Bec, it's great and it looks great on you, don't worry about it."

Becca hugged her friend, then the two finally got some breakfast before doing a bit more shopping and heading back to Sally's house so Sally could get ready to go out on her own date that night, as well as Becca could get ready. Sally handed Becca a key to the house "For whenever you finally get back." She said with a wink and Becca laughed.

Again her gaze would turn to the clock. In just a few hours, she would be walking into The Stockade once more and she hoped that somewhere in the crowd, she would find the sexy biker from the night before who had somehow managed to capture her every thought.
 
Paul tended to stay up late and get up late, as far preferred the nights over the morning. Lying naked in the disheveled sheets of his bed was Cassandra, her tattooed ass sticking up as she laid face down. Normally Paul would have just rolled over gotten another piece of that ass, and that would have fine with her too, as she was of the gang and its open relationships. Yet, he didn’t do it, or at least initiate it as he often did. This wasn’t the first time she’d been in his bed, and as sexual partners go she was fine, but he couldn’t quite forget last night’s encounter with that sexy girl.

So he got up and headed for the shower, if for no other reason than to wash of the scent of last night’s sex off. Still he had a busy day of things to do. The gang had several businesses that required him to make sure they were running smoothly. It was almost noon before he was on the road, heading out of town to a place on the outskirts, where they had an 'alternative agricultural business ‘ that was thriving, of course this was their politically correct way of say they grew weed. The stuff turned a good profit, and had minimal risk, as long as the feds didn’t get involved. Everything checked out and with the most recent crop almost ready, the gang would be looking at a good return on its investment. With their agricultural enterprise checked out, he headed back to town, to see that a few other things were going along as planned.

Paul made a few more stops, before grabbing a bite at a local burger joint. Everything done and fed, he got on his motorcycle and headed for ‘The Stockade’. The place really was the unofficial headquarters of the gang. Even from where he was it was still a good half hour drive, and night had fallen. There really was little reason to be there in the day time, unless he had to meet up with someone. And even though he could claim he was heading there for business, most of the time he spent there little business got done. Plus just maybe that young thing would come back for more; he had an inkling that she just might. So with a devious smile on his face, he throttled up and accelerated away.

It wasn’t that long, till Paul was backing up his bike to park it, his jeans a little dusty, and his hair blown back, as he dismounted. In jeans, leather boots, a dark t-shirt, and a leather jacket, he headed into the saloon. He had a few people to update, as the place began to fill up with the regulars.
 
After a day of running around and catching up, Becca adjourned to take a long hot bath before her trip back to The Stockade. She closed her eyes as she thought about the night before and her thoughts turned back to the biker, Paul that she'd met last night. She knew that she should skip going back to The Stockade and that she should go home to the man that she doubted not loved her with all of his heart but yet Becca felt as though this were something she had to do. If anyone would ask her to explain it, she wouldn't be able to but she simply knew that she couldn't return to Steven without going at least one more time.

It wasn't like Becca had planned to continue going back to The Stockade over and over again, but there was something about Paul that she couldn't get out of her head. She had to see him again. The way that he spoke to her, the way that he wasn't afraid she'd break if he touched her, the very sound of his voice....

Becca shuddered in the warm bath at the mere thought. Yes, she had to go back...at least once.

Reluctantly, Becca pulled herself from the tub, drying herself off and wrapping the large towel around her lithe frame as towel dried her hair and combed it out. Becca wore her hair rather naturally, her long full hair hanging loose and for the most part straight all of the time. After her hair was brushed out and left to dry without the aid of a hairdryer which in Becca's opinion only ruined hair from the heat of the dryer, she dressed in the short leather dress that she'd purchased that day at Sal's prodding.

The dress was rather short, but just long enough to cover her bare sex. Paul had said for her not to wear panties and although she felt a bit odd not having anything on under such a short dress, in a way if also felt sort of liberating to her and she giggled as she thought of the fit Steven would have if he'd ever know of her or God forbid, see her in a dress like this and especially without panties. She would have to be careful if she sat down at all as surely her sex would be rather exposed to anyone who might have the correct view. The black leather dress fit her curves as though it had been painted on her and her small frame filled it out what she thought to be, rather nicely. She chewed her lip as she looked in the mirror. The question was though, would Paul think her to look sexy enough in the dress? Normally Becca wouldn't be so insecure as she felt at this moment, but usually she wouldn't have an audience like Paul to satisfy either. Hopefully if the biker even showed back up tonight, she could take it that it meant he'd at least enjoyed himself enough with her the previous night that he at least was interested in seeing the librarian again.

Even the thought of any librarian being in The Stockade fucking a sexy biker like Paul, also caused Becca to chuckle to herself once again. She applied a minimum amount of make up as she preferred a more natural appearance than some women who just looked like they lived in a fucking fantasy world somewhere where a woman was made up to perfection every waking moment of their lives. Life was too damned short to worry about that and luckily, Becca was fair enough looking without all of that added junk added all over her face. Not that she couldn't look like some damn run way model somewhere if she wanted to, she simply didn't feel the need to.

One last look in the mirror had Becca tugging at the short dress. She had a feeling she'd need to tug on the dress more than a few times over the course of the night, but she grabbed her purse and caught Sally downstairs, both girls now ready to head out for their evenings and both looking smoking hot. Sally was a gorgeous blonde who was the epitome of the old saying blondes have more fun. Sally was the living proof. Standing at 5' 7" the tall woman medium length blonde hair and long lean legs that went on forever, she was a a looker and a funner person Becca had never known. Both girls having given each other their seal of approvals for their attire, the girls went their separate ways, Becca turning her car in the direction of The Stockade with Sally's house key in her purse.

Having shared a few tokes off of a joint that Sally had handed her before their respective departures, Becca reflected about many things on her drive to the bar but the moment that she pulled into the parking lot all of those things melted away. The only thing that remained was a slight buzz, and a certain butterfly in her stomach feeling that had decided to rear its ugly head as the car came to a halt. Becca looked around the parking lot, wondering if one of those bikes could be Pauls. She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car....there was only one way to find out.

Becca tugged on her short dress as she stood beside her car, locking the door and depositing her keys in the small bag she carried with her. She strode past several patrons who either gave her very approving looks, or glares, depending but she kept on walking until finally she stood beside the bar inside of The Stockade. Her first order of business was to order a drink and it didn't take long for the same bartender who had served her the night before to make an appearance "Hey baby, back for more? What can I get for you?" Becca grinned "Shot of tequila if you please" she said. She was going to need it. As she waited for the bartender to bring her drink, she looked around the bar room, her position standing but not sitting at the corner of the bar allowing her a fairly good view of the patrons inside of the bar. She didn't see Paul right away and not wanting to appear too anxious, she opted to remain standing where she was, turning her attention back away from the crowd while she waited on her drink but not taking a seat and hoping that Paul might make an appearance before the night was over but until then she felt most at ease sticking close by the bartender since he was the only one she yet recognized in the room.
 
Paul wasn’t the first person to notice Becca's entrance, in fact several heads had followed her progress from even before she came through the door to ‘The Stockade’. And once inside, her body and its sexy attire was being watched from several of the male and female patrons of saloon. Still her progress wasn’t stopped or hindered as she made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. Even though she was looking more and more like the other girls that were here regulars of this establishment, she wasn’t a member of the gang, and thus was still an outsider. One or two realized that she was the same girl from yesterday, and knew exactly what Paul had done to her in the bathroom, as the gang had few secrets, especially when it came to conquests of the sexual kind. The guys and even the girls were rather forthcoming about want they did and to whom; it was just part of their lifestyle. Most lived for the moment and if felt good they did it, some had exclusive arrangements, but most didn’t. If someone were to have moral or ethical hang-ups, either they didn’t make it into the gang, or didn’t stay long. So they were a group of like minded people who enjoyed life to the fullest.

The bartender saw her, and nodded at her request, smiling as he remembered her from the other day. When she asked for a shot, he nodded, and got it, sliding glass in front of her, smiling as he filled it. He also knew what had happened in the bathroom, and figured this girl was back for more, and if a shot settled her nerves no big deal, it was on the house. The sexy thing stood at the bar, trying to appear casual, as she looked around, and the bartender suspecting who she was waiting for or looking for. Like a receptionist at the front door of the office, he kept track of where most people were, simply because it was his job. So as he wiped down the bar, he let her know that Paul was upstairs and would be down in a few.

‘The Stockade’ was the same as the prior day, with music blaring, and most everyone standing around, talking, drinking and carousing. There were a few people playing darts, and a couple over at the pool table. The bartender’s prediction wasn’t off by much as Paul was soon coming down a set of steps that must have led to an office or something else. He was coming Becca’s way, simply because he was coming to the bar, to get a beer, when he spotted the sexy young thing standing there in her short black outfit. A small grin appeared on his face as he confidently walked in her direction. Paul was pleased that she’d come back, and from the outfit she was wearing, he had no doubt that she had done as he instructed. Still he played it cool, as it was never good to look too eager, though he was happy that she returned. If she was willing to play by his rules, than he’d want to see more of her, and if not, there was always some other piece of ass that would. Though there was no doubt that he wanted to get between her legs again, it just had to be on his terms that was all.

Paul came up to the bar besides her, didn’t even look her in the face or acknowledge her presence, he simply ordered his drink with his back to her. While he waited for the bartender to return with it, he talked to her in the most casual of tones.

You’re back. Good, so did you do as I told you?

He assumed she would answer in the positive, so he turns around with his beer in hand looks her right in the eyes.

Show me.
 
Becca had half expected that when the biker finally made his appearance he'd possibly just walk up behind her and find out for himself what she did and did not have on under her dress as he'd had no prior inhibitions about touching her or taking what he wanted the night before. But Paul hadn't checked for himself, he'd simply inquired of her if she had or had not, even before he made eye contact with her.


Becca waited for him to turn around and address her further as she certainly wasn't going to answer him while his back was still turned from her but then he turned around, his steely eyes once again gazing into hers as he quite directly told her to "Show me."

Becca stared back into his eyes, she herself not uttering a single word until she finally decided which course of action she would take next in response to his request. She merely smiled and nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. If he wanted her to show him, she'd oblige.

Becca turned away from him and leaned over to adjust the strap on her new boots and in doing so providing Paul, along with anyone else who might happen to be looking at that moment, with an unobstructed view of her naked firm round ass and cleanly shaven sex. Becca remained bent over for just a few seconds longer than she might have needed to before standing up and tugging on her skirt only to take a seat on the bar stool beside Paul then.

As she sat, the tight dress hiked up further on her hips and Becca spun the stool, parting her thighs slightly as she adjusted herself to the close proximity to where Paul was standing so that they both might be comfortable and as well, he'd not be able once again to miss the fact, that Becca indeed was not wearing panties. Becca was surprised at how easily she had put herself on display without having even blushed. Or at least not until she looked back up at Paul to meet his gaze once again. If she were blushing, she'd attempt not to allow him to notice that she'd had a moment of shyness as she did find the actions to be extremely both liberating and erotic in their own way.

Instead she simply smiled a genuine smile and inquired "Does that answer your question?"
 
Paul watched as the sexy young thing complied with his demand. He’d said it so calmly and yet it was a command, and one that if she hadn’t followed probably would had ended with him or her leaving. So she looked into his eyes and knew it too, he suspected, from the grin she gave. His eyes followed her as she moved, leaning over and giving him a nice view of her naked ass and shaved pussy. Rather than just a quick peak, she displayed it for a while longer than he thought she would, which amused him. Now if someone else was watching or looking they would have gotten a view too, but not as nice as the one he was getting standing so close to her. Jake didn’t say a thing, and actually broke his view a few seconds before she moved to seat herself. If nothing else, she’d done an excellent job on choice of attire, as it was very pleasing on the eyes, and as she turned on her stool it even offered him a little more. The girl had some pizzazz, and though he sensed some discomfort, she quickly smiled and inquired if he had gotten his answer.

I believe I have.

Jake let move over her body, as she looked at him, and smiling himself, he tilted back his beer and took a nice long draw on it. With his inspection over, he took a look over his shoulder, and confirmed that there was just one couple at the pool table. Smirking he looked back at Becca, and wondered how far she would go, if his guess was right, this was going to be another interesting evening.

How about some pool?

Over in the area were the pool table sat, it was almost a room offset from the main room, there was a couple. The guy looked to be about mid thirties, his attire matched most of the guys in the saloon, with worn blue jeans, leather chaps, a short sleeve t-shirt, and an abundance of tattoos. Next to him, was a one of the gang girls, in a short short skirt, a tramp stamp peaking up just above the skirt, a small top that left her midriff exposed, and the jewelry that adorned her belly button. She was hanging off of the guy, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in another, as they stood there talking.
 
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