Hawaiian Delite

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Hawaiian Delite

Delite toweled herself off wishing she could just walk off the set.

“One or two more shots and it’s a wrap,” Meryl said, walking toward her.

“You said that twelve shots ago, “She protested from a seat without shade.

“Come on,” he cajoled, hauling her from the beach chair, “On your feet. You have to pay me back for those puppies, right,” He asked, training his rat-face and squinty eyes on her chest.

She walked to the backdrop cursing him silently and struck a pose. This better be it, you smarmy snake.

Meryl snapped several shots ordering, “Shoulders back, chest out. Smile!”

She glared holes through him wishing she had been able to turn down this junket and forced a frozen smile for the camera.

“You’re not giving me what I need, Delite!”

“Meryl please,” she plead, wondering if one more smile would fracture her face permanently.

“I need, ‘Come fuck me in Hawaii!‘ I need,”

“Meryl, I’m begging you,” She interrupted.

“I need more, Delite! I need a brochure that says, ‘I’m a free whore! Come to Hawaii and I’ll jack your junk!’”

Infuriated, she grabbed her shirt and yanked it down nearly exposing her nipples.

“Excellent,” he smiled haughtily, “That’s better! Great!”

She barely had a white-knuckled grip on the last of her patience and allowed herself some small amusement at his expense. ‘Excellent? Great?So now you think you’re a professional? I’m going to be a rich supermodel and then I’ll stomp you into the dirt with the rest of the scumbags in the biz. She pushed her toes into the sand, smiling coyly, imagining crushing him like a bug.

“We’re losing daylight,” He shouted, pointing at the crew beckoning them to move the set, “Okay! This is it! Let’s do it! Lick your lips and show me that B.J. pout,” Meryl ordered, turning back to her.

Delite turned it on one last time as the sun sank behind her and prayed for an end to this grueling day. He moved in for a close shot and she yanked her bikini bottom down leaving precious little to the imagination. With pearl-white teeth clenched, she talked herself through the shoot. He’s a dick. No big. You’ll work for lots in this business. Besides, she thought, this is just getting a start. This is the hard part; paying your dues.

Meryl stretched his thin lips into a lecherous smile saying, “Perfect! Now lean in and show me the goods, baby! Let’s part those oldsters from their money!”

Delite leaned down as Meryl moved in again. He made her skin crawl and she knew, at this range, he wasn’t shooting for the brochures anymore. He took another step and she lost her tenuous hold. With his face and the lens very nearly down her cleavage, she fisted the business end of the camera to shove the hardware back into his face.

Owww! What the fuck? You don’t act like a model who wants to get paid, Delite,” he warned, wearing a smirk that made her want to spit nails.

She took a deliberate step, not releasing the lens, and moved her face close to his. They stood nose to nose as she ground out, “It’s a wrap, you S.O.B., and I better not find any of your close-ups anywhere but the trash!”

Delite turned away to retrieve her towel, muttering, “Lowlife, good for nothing, scum- sucking shit. If I wasn’t desperate, I’d be on my way to the airport.”

Meryl was one step behind her, asking, “Really? With what, Monopoly money? Until those tits are paid for I own you, so you’ll do whatever I want, slut!”

She froze at the sudden realization that she’d sold her soul to the devil incarnate. Turning on her heel she spewed murderously, “You make me physically ill. You’re vermin! Go be with your own kind! Turn over any rock!“

“Not until I’m paid in-full, you cock-sucking slut!”

Fine,” She screamed, hot-footing it to the hotel door, “That’s just fine! You’ll get paid! I’m making a one-night-only offer to the boil on the butt of the human race, to get you off my back forever.”

Meryl stayed on her heels as she ran for the elevator. Catching the doors, he  forced them open threatening in a low, menacing tone, “You’ll part like these doors for me or I’ll fucking split you open!”

The doors closed behind him and he backed her into a corner.

“Never corner a wild animal, rat shit! You’ve been warned!”

He grabbed her shirt at the bodice and yanked hard. Delite watched him throw her ripped beach wrap aside and she sprang at him; clawing his skin, scoring him sharply, screeching, “That cost a lot , fucker,” as the doors rolled open again.

Meryl picked her up seething, “Shut the fuck up or I’ll add an extra week to this shoot,” then flung the room-door open and body-slammed her onto the bed.

She stifled a surprised cry as he removed his belt, issuing a demand, “Kneel, bitch,” He snarled, tossing pants to the floor.

Delite knew she was defeated. She knelt before him trying not to look up. Meryl stood firm cupping her chin roughly. Finally, she raised her face and their eyes met. They fell into hysterics, laughing until they were sprawled on the floor. Just as suddenly, her eyes were smoldering and she clawed the rest of his clothing out of her way.

She attacked his lower extremities, violently sucking his cock and grazing him with her teeth as she pushed up and down his firm length. He forced his stiffness down her throat mercilessly, making her choke and struggle to breathe, pummeling her bruised lips relentlessly.

In a last-ditch effort to regain control she pushed off the floor, finding just enough leverage to roll him over. She mounted him cowgirl posture with knees on his forearms. Delite smiled victoriously, “Beg me,” she commanded smugly.

Meryl shook his head and she clasped his face between her thighs, demanding, “Eat me! You know you want to.”

She slid closer to his face and Meryl grasped her round, silky ass, pulling her to him. He licked small circles around her clitoris, teasing her and letting her frenzy build until she could take no more. He ran the tip of his tongue around her tiny nub slowly, letting her sexual need build and burn until she was vibrating astride him.

She fisted his hair as he breathed hotly against her bundle of nerves. Pulling her sweet pussy into his mouth, his tongue speared her depths searching out her most intense pleasure, slowly delving in and out, and deepening each time. He meant to enjoy every moment of this bounty.

Delite bit her lower lip to stifle a primal scream as he tongue-fucked her masterfully. She bucked wildly; riding his face like her life depended on it, until he forced her onto her back to drive his hard, aching need into her moist, craven cunt.

She abandoned all dignity and control as they fucked savagely, thrashing and thrusting until they exploded in blinding ecstasy. She screamed her unbearable release with Meryl’s cock throbbing and jumping in the confines of her taut, dripping canal. They lay together side-by-side in each others arms, momentarily sated, and she giggled, “I love this game!”

He laughed with her, saying, “Me too and I’m damned glad we got married last night. If you hadn’t said yes soon, I was sure to end up in jail.”

Delite shrugged, teasing impishly, “Why buy the horse when I’m getting a free ride?”

“Because we were made to love each other,” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Yes, yes, yes, we were,” She sighed, “Oh! Next time, let’s play ‘How many hotels we can get thrown out of?’”

Meryl rose, turned down the bed and fluffed the pillows as she snuggled close to him, “You’re on, my beautiful bride, but you’ll have to repay me for those free rides,” he taunted,  feigning indignance and already planning their next game, “Of course, I’ll try to go easy on you, since you are now my sole Hawaiian delight,” he chuckled.

She pulled up a tan, slender leg to plant her foot on his ass and shove him off the bed, laughing, “Don’t you dare!”

Meryl peered up at her from the floor, rubbing his bruised ass with eyes narrowed in challenge, then pinned her to the headboard rasping in his intimidating tone, “You’ll pay for that, bitch.”

Her lips turned up in a sultry smile and she whispered, “More Hawaiian Delite? It’s on the menu for only one night.”

Meryl growled and lunged at her.

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Drive-by Angel 

 

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Angel packed her bags, trying to anticipate the change in temperature at her destination. She was sick of this too-small town, sick of everything, and fed up with her beige life. She walked with direct and angry assurance, muttering, 

“Beige! My whole life has been bland, boring, BEIGE!” 
She flung slacks, dresses, heels, jeans, and a variety of tops, into the suitcases haphazardly. She then tossed her bags into the trunk with a single thought. Her wheels laid rubber as she gunned the car onto the street, thinking, 

“I need color and I’ll have it, damn it all!” 

She drove blindly and six hours later, found herself in St. Augustine, without really knowing how she had gotten there. Angel stopped for gas with the breeze catching her long, blonde tresses. She knew she was beautiful. She had always known it. 

Though she was at the self-serve island two men raced from the station, trying to be the first to offer assistance. Angel smiled deviously and stepped from her car. She asked the first man to fill the tank and requested that the second show her to the ladies room.  

She immediately learned his name was Davis and looped her arm through his as his eyes bulged, glued to her voluptuous breasts and long, slender legs. He managed to issue a compliment about the importance of a woman being safe when traveling and offered to go in first, to check that it was free of “intruders.” 

Angel stood behind him as he pushed a key into the lock. He was obviously strong, muscular, and maybe just a few sandwiches short of a picnic; her exact type at the moment. 

Davis struggled with the rusty lock as Angel took in her surround-ings. The sky was bright and blue; the sun a huge, yellow gold orb, even the gas station sign was bright red, but her specific interest was the renowned, haunted lighthouse in the distance. She wanted to taste the rainbow even if she had to act like a dolt to get what she wanted. 

Angel maneuvered to hold the door asking, offhandedly as she could make it seem, when he was off work. He informed her that the first attendant was there to replace him for night shift. 

“Listen,” she said, “I’m new in town. Would you be willing to show me some sights?” she asked innocently. 

“Sure! What’s your pleasure,” he queried, not believing his good fortune. 

Angel pointed into the distance saying, “What’s that? Oh! Is it a lighthouse? Let’s go there!” 

Davis, still standing in the door to the restroom, eyed her up and down knowing he could refuse this innocent beauty nothing. 

“Of course,” he said, cautioning about its haunted history, explaining that she should stay close to him, “Just in case.” 

She cast her eyes to the ground feigning nervousness, “Maybe we… shouldn’t,” she said softly with mock fear. 

“Oh no, Miss Angel, I’ll protect you,” he offered. 

Angel suppressed a hungry grin and agreed to follow him there. 

Several moments later, they were inside the lighthouse as the heavy door swung shut with an echoing bang. She playfully ran up the winding staircase but Davis was no match for her endurance. By the time he reached the top, Angel was already half-clad. Her crop top lay in a heap as she unzipped her jean shorts. 

He stood drop-jawed, staring at her from silken hair to dainty, bare feet. She closed the distance between them and embraced him, moving her hands to grip his firm, taut ass cheeks and whispered, “Let’s make this a night to remember.” 

She kissed him full on the mouth sucking in his lower lip to run her moist tongue across it and whispered, “Fuck me, Davis. Fuck me like no one ever has.” 

Davis stepped back to review her beauty in a new light. Then he unzipped his pants. Angel closed the step back to bite his neck. He fumbled with removing his pants and she began to lose patience. She fisted his collar and ripped the offending shirt from his back. Again he took half a step back saying, “Boy, you’re no angel. Are you?” 

She pursued him wordlessly, deliberating about how to answer. She took half a step toward him and leaned down to force his pants from his feet. Then, finally, she asked, 

“Ever fantasized about defiling and fucking an angel’s brains out? Now is your one and only chance, Davis.”  

He leaned in to kiss her hard and then scooped up his shirt to spread beneath her. Angel caught his naked body still leaning and pushed him to the ground onto his back. For a brief moment she watched his chest rise and fall heavily.  

“What,” he asked, “What are you doing?” 

Angel didn’t reply. Instead, she bent down on all fours and crawled the short distance to him, knowing he was already mesmerized by the sway of her breasts and perfect proportions.  

She crept between his muscled thighs and sucked his cock into her warm, wet mouth, closing her lips around him hard. Davis let go a groan like she’d never heard before. It was purely animalistic and her pussy went up in flames.

She sucked him in deeply and bobbed her head up and down his cock. His head rolled to the side with eyes closed. Angel stopped abruptly and fisted his balls. 

“I want you to look at me,” she demanded, as she mounted him cowgirl style.  

“Okay! I’m sorry! Okay,” he pleaded, but Angel was having too much fun being the aggressor for once. 

She dragged her wet slit up and down his steely length with her firm breasts swinging just over his mouth, and barely out of reach. Angel started to realize she had a prisoner to her will and found it exhilarating.  

She leaned back into a sitting position and pushed his cock into her tight, fiery cunt, so slowly it would have broken a lesser man. She was well pleased that he hadn’t cum yet, and decided to torture him a little more. 

Suddenly, Davis thrust into her hard and she pulled all the way back until the head of his dick was barely in her. Then she froze, holding him in the grip of a lust so powerful she never wanted to stop, but the sweet, tormenting ache between her thighs was insistent.  

Softly, she stroked his balls with fingertips, titillating both of them even more, as she drank in her new-found power and he grew firmer inside her. Finally she slammed down hard, relishing the feel of his hardness filling her up, and began riding him hard and fast.  

She pushed faster, stronger, and he matched her with powerful thrusts until she threw her head back in abandon, screaming with a raw intensity. Colors exploded behind her eyelids, as she climaxed hard around his throbbing girth. Their cries mingled in the old lighthouse, resounding around them and in it, Angel heard the call of the wild, like a physical pull. 

Davis lay there, eyes closed, breathing hard. He reached to hold her to him but, for her, this was just a drive-by; her first taste of color in the myriad rainbows and flavors to come.  

Angel dressed quickly, kissed him lightly on the cheek, retreated down the stairs, and tossed over her shoulder, “Thanks Davis! You were super” as the door slammed shut with a bang. 

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