Adventures of Dirk: The Little Maneater

Dirk gets picked up by a hot brunette in a bar.

By Original Aramis. Listen to the
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Dirk walked into the bar a little past midnight, well past
the prime grazing period for the singles that usually haunted bars on Friday
and Saturday nights. On most nights he’d be out there competing for female
companionship with the best of them, and he could count on one hand the number
of times he’d gone home alone after closing time. He had his favorite bars to
hang out in, and this bar wasn’t one of them. Hell, he wasn’t even in his own
town. He’d just gotten in from a long road trip on his Harley-Davidson and had
finished unpacking at his motel when he got the urge for a beer, so he headed
for the nearest bar to get one.

 He stopped at the first one he came to, a fairly
decent looking place called “Jessie’s Bar and Grill,” parked the bike in front
and came inside. His leather jacket and chaps drew a little bit of attention as
he walked across the room; he guessed they didn’t get many bikers there since
he didn’t see any parked out front. He found himself a table in the back where
he could sit and watch the little bit of action going on in the bar, ordered up
a beer, and sat back to relax and unwind. As soon as the waitress showed up
with his beer he took a long swallow; the beer felt good going down. He put the
beer down on the table and then sat back, relaxing as he looked around the
room.

The first thing he noticed was an intense brunette sitting
at the far end of the bar. She was intense in more ways than one - her brown
hair was long, past her shoulders, and she was wearing a strapless white tube
dress that fit her lithe body like a glove, showing off every curve and bump.
And man, did she have some bumps! Her breasts were very large, round and full,
her nipples showing through the tight material of the dress. She was looking
right at him, and the look on her face told Dirk at once that this woman meant
business - she had ‘man-eater’ written all over her, but Dirk didn’t care. She
had him fixed with an intent gaze, her dark eyes looking right at him, and as
Dirk watched a small half-smile crept to her lips. She picked up her beer and
got off her stool, showing plenty of leg as she did so, and walked towards him
without taking her eyes off of him. Dirk could tell by the way her big breasts
wobbled when she walked that she was braless; not that she needed one that
badly, anyhow. And if her rear end moved the way her front did, the guys behind
her were getting quite a show. She kept her eyes fixed on Dirk as she walked
over to his table, and Dirk glanced around to see every male pair of eyes in
the room following her as she walked. He could only wonder what they were
thinking.

“Mind if I sit down?” she asked in a smooth, sultry voice.

“Now why in the world would I mind?” Dirk asked. She smiled
that half-smile again in response and then sat down, crossing her shapely legs.

“I’m Kelly,” she said, her brown eyes fixed on him. “You’re
new here.”

“Dirk; and you’re right, I’ve never been here before,” he
replied. “I just got into town about an hour ago. As soon as I checked in to
the motel I felt the need for a beer, and this was the first place I found. So
here I am.”

“I thought so; I know most of the men who come in here by
sight, and I’d have remembered you if you’d been here before,” she said, taking
a sip of her beer.

“And why would you have remembered me?” Dirk asked.

“Because your ass looks really good in those chaps, and no
one else around here has the balls to wear them, much less ride a bike,” she
said, not missing a beat. “If you’d been in here before, I’d remember you!”

'Ah,’ Dirk thought to himself, 'a woman who isn’t afraid to
speak her mind!’

“What kind of bike do you ride?” she asked.

“Harley,” he replied.

“Nice. Which model?”

“Heritage Softail Classic. 100^th Anniversary
model.”

“Very nice; my favorite,” she said, leaning forward and
putting her elbows on the table. Her large breasts hung forward, creating some
impressive cleavage for Dirk to admire, which he did. “Wanna take me for a
ride?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, “where do you want to go?” he asked.

“Your motel room,” she replied. The game was on.

“Now why would you want to go there?” Dirk asked, thinking
it was time to see if this girl was serious or just fucking around. She smiled
as she replied, and the smile said man-eater.

“Because I want to see just how much cum I can squeeze out
of your cock,” she said without hesitating a bit.

“You really speak your mind, don’t you?” Dirk asked, taking
a long pull on his beer.

“Yes, I do. It’s the fastest way to get what I want, and
right now I want to fuck you so bad my pussy is throbbing,” she said. “So,
Dirk, are we going for that ride now?”

“Yes, we are,” Dirk said, standing up and finishing his
beer. She stood and walked towards the door, giving Dirk a chance to see that
her ass did in fact wiggle as much as her tits did when she walked as he
followed her out the door. He felt the eyes of every male in the bar on him as
they left. They walked over to his bike and he got on, putting up the
kickstand. She lifted her already-short skirt up higher and got on the bike
behind him, and as she did so he saw that she was wearing a tiny white thong to
match her dress. She settled into the seat and wrapped her arms around him,
pressing her big tits into his back.

“Let’s go!” she said in his ear, and Dirk fired up the bike.
They pulled away from the bar and he accelerated down the street, heading for
his motel. She clung to him as they rode, pressing her body against his back.
Halfway to the motel Dirk felt her hand slide down his side and over his thigh,
settling on his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, feeling his
immediate response.

“I can’t wait to give you a blow job!” she said in his ear,
then ran her tongue around the outside of his ear before darting it quickly in
and out. She squeezed his cock once more and then took her hand away, wrapping
her arms around him again.

A few minutes later they arrived at the motel, and Dirk
stopped the bike in front of his room. He held the bike upright while she got
off, getting a good look at her ass when she did, then put the kickstand down
and got off himself. He locked up the bike and they walked to the door of his
room. He opened the door to let her in and followed her, closing the door
behind him. She turned on one of the lamps on the table as he slipped out of
his leather jacket, tossing it over a chair. Without a word she walked over to
him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, pressing
her body hard against his, her silky tongue snaking its way into his mouth. She
had the longest, most agile tongue he’d ever seen, and she was good with it. He
felt his cock getting hard and she did, too, pressing her hips up against it.
He slid his hands down her back and grabbed the full, firm globes of her ass
and pulled her hard against him. She thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth as
her passion quickly rose, and he squeezed her ass hard. She slid her hand down
his stomach and gripped his cock through his jeans, squeezing and massaging it
hard. She finally broke the kiss, leaving both of them breathless.

She led him over to the bed and turned him so his back was
to the bed. “First, I’m going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had,”
she said, sitting him down on the bed and spreading his knees apart, standing
between them. “Then I’m going to wrap my big tits around your cock and tit-fuck
you.” She knelt down in front of him and reached up for his zipper, working it
down as she spoke. “And then I’m going to suck your cock some more,” she said
as she opened his fly and reached inside his boxers, never taking her eyes off
him. She pulled out his hard cock and smiled as she said, “And after that, I’m
going to lay you down, slide my tight, wet pussy down on your cock, and squeeze
the cum out of it!” She reached back inside his boxers and pulled out his
balls, smiling when she saw that they were shaven smooth. “I see you shave your
balls, Dirk,” she said, squeezing them in her hand as she wrapped her other
hand around his cock.

“Been doing it for as long as I can remember,” Dirk replied,
sitting back on his elbows and watching her work.

“Good! I like it when a man’s balls are shaven smooth,” she
said, “it makes sucking on them so much easier!” With that she leaned forward
and ran her long, wet tongue over his balls. She looked him right in the eyes
as she sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time. Dirk moaned with pleasure
as she rolled them around in her mouth, pumping on his shaft as she did so. She
released his balls from her lips after several long, very pleasurable minutes.

“You’ve got a nice…

By Original Aramis for Literotica.