Giving Her Anything She Wants

  GIVING HER ANYTHING SHE WANTS

  Shane Tyler

  Copyright 2017 Shane Tyler

  AE PUBLICATIONS

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  DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language. Definitely not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak heart! All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  GIVING HER ANYTHING SHE WANTS

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  GIVING HER ANYTHING SHE WANTS

  Sometimes the best hook-ups are the unexpected ones. Take, for example, Clay Parker. Clay wasn’t planning on having intense, deviant, depraved sex with a beautiful woman when the night started, and certainly not once he was one of the last people drinking in the little dive bar next to his house, but that was exactly what he got. And the pure unexpectedness of it all made it that much sweeter.

  For Clay, it was the end of a long week, piggybacking on an extended string of bad luck, starting with a bad breakup three months prior, followed by being passed over for promotion at work, combined with a car accident with an uninsured driver, and topped off with the death of Kirby, the 13-year-old beagle he’d had since he was a kid. And the string didn’t look to be ending anytime soon, as far as he could tell.

  With no light at the end of the tunnel, he decided to get drunk to ease his wounds. So on the way home from work on a Wednesday night (his Friday) he stopped at a little Irish-themed hole-in-the-wall near his house.

  When he arrived at just after 10pm there was a decent-sized crowd, a mix of men and women, all different ages, all different lifestyles. Two and half hours later, he was only one of two people left, save for the bartender.

  The other customer had been there for almost as long as he had, sitting alone on the opposite side of the bar, drinking alone just like Clay. They’d made eye-contact a couple times but it was always fleeting. From the looks of things, she was just as down in the dumps as he was.

  With her long blonde hair, pale skin, big brown eyes, full lips and meticulously applied makeup, she was an incredibly attractive woman, far too good looking for Clay to even consider making a move on under normally circumstances. But after 9 beers and 3 shots of Jack Daniels, he was feeling less like himself than usual. Plus he figured things couldn’t get any worse than they’d been recently, so he asked the bartender what the lady was drinking and had one sent over to her.

  Shortly after receiving the drink, she stood up from her side of the bar and walked over towards him.

  Clay watched her intently as she approached, unable to take his eyes off her. Up until now, he’d only seen her face. And while it was extremely cute, it was no match for the rest of her body. Thin frame, toned arms, perky breasts, flat stomach, narrow hips, long, sculpted legs—she was the full package. And dressed to impress in a short black cocktail dress and black heels.

  He tried to act casual as she stopped in front of his stool but he could hardly breath. His stomach was doing somersaults and his head was spinning.

  “Thanks for the drink,” she said in a high-pitched, sexy voice. “I’m Becky.”

  “I’m Clay. Pleased to meet you.”

  “Same here,” Becky said. “Mind if I join you?”

  “I’d be honored,” Clay said.

  “Ah, aren’t you sweet,” Becky said as she sat down. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to noticing me.”

  “Oh, I noticed you a while ago,” Clay said.

  “Then what took you so long to make a move?”

  “That sort of thing just isn’t my style,” he said. “Besides, the way you were all dressed up, I figured you were on your way to meet someone.”

  “Actually, that was earlier in the evening,” Becky said.

  “Well, considering you’re here drinking alone, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

  Becky laughed humorlessly and took a drink. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

  “Sorry about that,” Clay said.

  She shrugged. “What can you do?”

  Clay finished his beer and ordered another. “Oh, I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Surely a woman like you has no problem getting whatever man she wants.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  Clay shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.

  “Come on,” Becky said. “You’re the one that brought it up. You can’t back out now.”

  “I just meant . . . someone as attractive as you probably has men following you around like dogs at heel.”

  “Only from afar,” she said.

  “Really?” Clay asked as the bartender set his newly-filled glass down in front of him.

  Becky nodded. “You’d be surprised how many men are afraid to even talk to me, let alone ask me out on a date. Or to go home with them.”

  “But it has to happen sometimes.”

  “Well, yeah,” she said. “Of course. But even then it never works out.”

  “Oh yeah?” Clay asked. “And why is that?”

  “Because the ones that approach girls generally aren’t worth a shit.”

  Clay laughed and took a drink of his beer.

  “What’s so funny?” Becky asked.

  “I was just thinking about what you said and how right it is,” Clay said. “All my friends who try to scam on women are pieces of shit.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Then why come over here when I bought you a drink?”

  “Because you did it the right way,” Becky said. “You sat back for two hours without making a move. Then you had a drink sent over. That’s classy stuff. I don’t see it much these days.”

  “I have to admit I’ve never been accused of being classy,” Clay said, smiling.

  “It’s not an accusation, it’s a compliment,” Becky said.

  “Well thanks, then.”

  “You’re very welcome,” she said, finishing off the rest of her drink. “Although, to be perfectly frank, there’s one more reason I decided to come over here. Three more, actually.”

  “Oh yeah? And what are they?”

  “One, I’m really drunk. Two, I’m really horny. And three, you’re really cute.”

  Clay’s heart fluttered and he could feel his face starting blush. “You really think I’m cute?”

  Becky bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “Do you think I’m cute?”

  “I think you’re fucking beautiful.”

  “Even better,” she said. “So what do you say?”

  “To what?”

  “To going to your place and having a little fun.”

  “I say what are we waiting for?”

  Clay pounded the rest of his beer, hopped off the barstool, took Becky’s hand, and led her to the door.

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  Ten minutes later they were in Clay’s apartment, kissing and groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. They’d started at it immediately after closing the front door behind them, and were still right there in the hallway, not even bothering to make their way into the bedroom before getting started.

  “There’s something you n
eed to know,” Becky said between kisses. She was down to her bra and panties and Clay to his boxers and socks. Their clothes lay in a heap over by the door.

  Clay broke their embrace and took a quick step back.

  “It’s nothing bad,” Becky said upon seeing the look on his face. “It’s just . . . I’m not a normal girl.”

  “No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” Clay said.

  “No,” Becky said, laughing under her breath. “Not like that. It’s just . . . I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling you exactly what to do.”

  “Well, lucky for you I’m not a typical guy,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m actually good at following directions.”

  Becky’s smile was wide and genuine as she looked up at him. “I’m so glad to hear that. You don’t know how many guys just do their own thing, regardless of what I want.”

  “Not me,” Clay said. “I promise to give you whatever you want.”

  “Where have you been my whole life?”

  “That’s funny, I was wondering the exact same thing about you.”

  “I don’t know where I’ve been,” Becky said, pushing him back against the wall. “But I know where I’m going to go.”

  “Where’s that?” Clay asked.

  “Down,” Becky said, dropping to her knees.

  “Oh,” Clay said as she pulled his boxers down around his ankles. “Very clever.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Becky took his cock in her mouth. Looking down at her, he watched as she worked his cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, her eyes locked on his the entire time.

  After bobbing on the head of Clay’s cock for a bit, Becky took him deeper inside her mouth, about halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling off.

  She spit on his cock and started jerking him off. Looking up at him, she said, “You like how I suck your cock?”

  Clay nodded, unsure if he could speak.

  “Do you want me to suck it some more?”

  He nodded again.

  Giggling, Becky took his cock in her mouth once again, this time taking it three-quarters of the way down before pulling back. But instead of letting his cock all the way out of her mouth, she took it right to the tip then pushed her head forward again, blowing him proper, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she stared up at him.

  Becky sucked Clay’s cock continuously for a full minute before finally letting it slip out of her mouth. His cock was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the meager light of the hallway.

  She grabbed Clay around the waist and spun him around so his back was facing the wall, then gave him a little push, backing him flush against it.

  Looking up at him with a devilish smile, Becky quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she grabbed ahold of Clay’s shaft and smacked the head of his cock against her newly exposed tits a couple times.

  He let out a single, involuntary groan.

  “Oh, you liked that, did you?” Becky said, her evil smile growing wider.

  “Yeah,” Clay replied.

  “Then you’ll probably like this too,” she said, dropping her head a little bit lower and slapping her cheek with his cock.

  “Holy fuck,” Clay said under his breath. For some reason this turned him on more than when she’d been sucking his cock. It was just so nasty.

  “Wow, you really like that, didn’t you?” Becky said with a giggle.

  “A little bit too much, I think,” Clay said.

  “Tell me about it. Maybe I should just go back to sucking your cock.”

  “Maybe you should,” he said.

  So she did, wrapping her lips around his cock and working it with her mouth while jerking him off at the same time, keeping her eyes locked on his all the while.

  Becky blew him with an experts touch, constantly altering the speed and pressure, mixing things up to keep him from settling into a rhythm that would ultimately lead to cumming way too soon.

  As it was, Clay was far more excited than he should have been, forcing him to pull away from Becky long before he would have liked to.

  “Sorry,” he said as he slid his cock out of her mouth.

  “Don’t be,” Becky replied. “It’s flattering, actually, knowing that I turn you on that much. Besides,” she continued. “It’s easy enough to take care of. All we have to do is switch things up.”

  “What did you have in mind?” Clay asked.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” she said. “Get down on the ground with your back to the floor. Legs towards the door. Head right here.” She pointed to a spot a couple inches from her feet.

  Clay did as he was told, thoroughly enjoying being ordered around. It was liberating being with a woman that knew exactly what she wanted, especially one that didn’t have a problem articulating it.

  “That’s a good boy,” Becky said after Clay was in position. She slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of his head until she was standing directly above his face. Rubbing her pussy while she looked down at him, Becky asked, “Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

  “A few times,” Clay replied.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes,” he said again.

  “Are you any good at it?” Becky asked.

  “I’ve never had any complaints,” Clay said.

  “Well let’s see if you can live up to my standards,” she said, falling to her knees and dropping her pussy onto his face.

  At first Becky just sat there, not moving at all, smothering Clay with her flesh. After a good 10 seconds, she raised up just a hair, giving him a moment to catch his breath before dropping her pussy back onto his mouth.

  But this time she started moving back and forth, grinding on his face, getting him all wet with her juices.

  “Stick your tongue out,” Becky said.

  Clay obliged without hesitation.

  Becky reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving him deeper access. “That’s a good boy,” she said, riding his tongue with her pussy. “Don’t be shy. Get in there. There you go.”

  Clay’s cock was rock hard and sticking straight up, pointed towards the ceiling. He reached down and started to stroke it, succumbing to the curious inability of any man to leave his hard cock unattended for any extended period of time.

  “Oh, so you want a little attention too,” Becky said. “I think I can help you out there.”

  Leaving her pussy planted firmly on Clay’s face, Becky leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, blowing him while he ate her out, both of them gradually increasing the intensity until Becky was slobbering all over Clay’s cock as he attacked her pussy with reckless abandon.

  A good two minutes later, Becky said, “Enough of this shit,” and abruptly climbed off of Clay. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward a couple of paces. She was facing away from Clay, her head pointed towards the door and her ass sticking up in the air, right in his face.

  Turning her upper body so she was looking back at Clay, Becky said, “I need your cock inside me. Come over here and stick it in me. Now.”

  “As you wish,” Clay said, climbing up to his knees and shuffling over towards Becky until he was poised directly behind her. He stared down at her ass for a few seconds, marveling at its perfection, then grabbed ahold of his hard cock and slipped it inside her pussy.

  “Just sit tight,” Becky said, her head still turned back, looking at him. “Let me work it for a little bit.”

  Clay complied, holding his body still while Becky moved her ass back against him, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. She had shifted her upper body so she was again facing forward, her tight little body perpendicular to his, her spine arched so her shoulder blades and vertebrae were visible.

  Becky locked her arms out and started rocked back h
arder against him, so hard that he was forced to grab her hips to avoid being knocked backwards.

  “You want to take control, do you?” Becky said, confusing Clay’s act of self-preservation for initiative. “Then take it, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.”

  Clay went with it, slamming his cock deep inside Becky’s pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, his balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy with every thrust.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Becky said, turning back to face him once again. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours.”

  Clay paused for a moment to climb to his feet, switching up the angle of penetration and giving him more leverage. Squatting down, his body hovering over Becky’s, he proceeded to pummel her more aggressively. Her entire body moved forward every time they came together and wet, smacking sounds filled the hallway.

  Becky’s moans had grown in intensity; she was practically screaming every time their bodies came together.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunts, still looking back at him. “Give me that cock. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

  The combination of Becky’s endless talking, the look of absolute pleasure on her face, and the pure physical sensation were pushing the limits of Clay’s self-control. It took all his concentration to keep fucking her without cumming. And when she reached back with one hand and slapped her ass, it nearly put him over the edge. He had to pull his cock out of her pussy and scuttle backwards to avoid shooting his load right then and there.

  Becky’s look of annoyance quickly turned to humor when she saw the look on Clay’s face and realized what had happened.

  “Too much for you, huh?” she said, smiling.

  “Almost,” he said.

  “All you all better now?” Becky asked.

  “I think so,” Clay replied.

  “Good,” she said, turning her body around and crawling towards him. “Because I need more of your cock.”

  Becky rose up onto her knees until her head at the same height as his. She leaned in and gave Clay a kiss then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back on the floor.