Barely Lethal: Guy Candy

Victoria Knox had turned sideways in the front seat, laying that way to get comfortable and relieve the pressure on her ass after a long, seated stakeout. She knew Tyson, in the passenger seat, could see inside her ruffled skirt to where her white lace panties interrupted the flow of her long, tanned legs.

Even in the dark night, in a desolate parking lot lit only by the roadhouse it was attendant to, the glowing dashboard was enough to put intriguing highlights on her bare skin. She hadn’t worn stockings and she’d taken off her shoes. She’d also shaved her pubic hair; she wondered if Tyson could tell. Victoria had seen herself lying this way in the mirror and even she found it arousing, trying to spot any pubic hairs escaping the silky gusset that held her.

Her attuned ears picked up distant footsteps on gravel. Her target was finally crossing the parking lot.

“Act natural,” Victoria ordered, looking into the rear view mirror. She saw the target going through his trunk… fooled that she wasn't observing him simply because her truck was facing the other way. So long as neither she or her minion actually turned to look behind them.

She glanced at Tyson to see how natural he was acting and saw that he was staring at her.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

 “Just trying to think up a good joke—because I gotta see what those lips look like when they’re smiling.”

She smirked at him. It was a good line… clever enough to qualify him as not totally mindless. And he was attractive… she had enough options when it came to henchmen that she could afford to spring for guy candy. But just because he was reasonably handsome and maybe read a book once didn't mean she'd spread for him. Victoria enjoyed the chase too much not to make a man pursue her.

But she had enough of a headstart. It was time to let him catch up a little… see if he could push himself hard enough to keep up with her.

“What's this aw-shucks shit?” she asked. “Your last job was running guns.”

“Does that mean I have to be a jerk about it?”

“No… but you do if you want me. Because I don't want a nice guy. I want to be fucked in the ass.”

“You do?”

“I do,” Victoria nodded. “That enough of a hint for you? Because those eyes have been pretty good at finding my ass up til now.”

He lunged at her, grabbing hold of the bare flesh of her thighs, enjoying how they supplely molded themselves to his groping touch. Tyson actually growled with the effort of taking a hand away from her to jerk his zipper down and tear his manhood out into the open air.

Victoria felt a thrill run through her cunt at his forcefulness. It’d taken some prodding, but he seemed to want to fuck her more than he feared her wrath. She appreciated that. She could make anyone fear her, but try getting a decent fuck from nine out of ten men.

She felt the first trickle of her flow, lubricating her sex for his cock, but what she really wanted answered was the tingle in her tight, puckered anus. A shudder rippled through her at the thought of that little rosebud wrapped warm and soft around however much prick he had.

Almost everyone, men and women, thought she was a crazy bitch for liking it up the ass. But people thought she was a crazy bitch for most things she did: the arms deals, the terrorism for hire, the drug smuggling. She didn’t see why anal sex should be a dealbreaker.

Besides, every man she’d ever been with it liked it better between her cheeks than her legs. She just had to get them not to be afraid of hurting her. It was a safe assumption that she’d kill most anyone who pained her. But when getting sodomized, she liked it when it hurt.

She looked up into Tyson’s dark eyes. His looks were fine, but what really drew her to him was the thought that he was a bit of a sadist. He’d like making her hurt some—enjoy seeing the pain on her face and knowing that he was making it worthwhile still. That was the rarest male of all. The kind that was willing to risk it all to get her off.

Victoria didn’t care how much he enjoyed himself; she knew her body could turn any saint to sinner. But a man who wanted to both punish and please her… gaining that was enough to warrant taking a chance on Tyson.

As she looked up at him from her sprawl across the bench seat, he stared back into her hot gaze. But Tyson was taking in more than just her eyes. As much as her chocolate brown irises enthralled him, making him long to stare into them until he had ferreted out exactly what her thoughts were, he couldn’t help but feast his eyes on the rest of her.

The pert little breasts that made such a perfect capstone to her lithe body. The long, luscious legs that flared with a connoisseur’s sophistication into her small, womanly hips and nice, muscular ass. It made him think of some exquisite rose: endless effort put into cultivating just the right stem and petals and coloring, yet the final result was so deceptively delicate. True artistry in putting such lavishness into such a petite package.

Tyson had both hands under her skirt now, fully enjoying the softness of her thighs now that he was free of the painful confinement his erection had been under. The glow of the dash lights revealed drops of sweat on her forehead and he knew he was getting to her, making her enjoy this, making her want him. Her eyes darted down to his freed endowment and he could see her pupils come back dilated, impressed and anticipatory from what she’d seen.

And Victoria was looking forward to having that beast inside her—Tyson couldn’t know how much she wanted it in her ass. She couldn’t see far in the dim light, but she heard him kick off his shoes and knew that he wouldn’t let it be a quick, hard fuck. He was going to take his time with her as a dying man would savor his last meal.

A wise choice, Victoria judged. She’d rather kill him than have a reputation as an easy lay. If he wanted to stay alive, he’d have to leave her craving a second round. She squirmed her hips on the car seat, giving him the warm pressure of her firm thighs. Her movements naturally led his fingers underneath her panties.

Tyson quickly took the hint. He rejoiced at all these was to touch inside her thin panties—from the wispy curls of what little pubic hair she’d left herself with to the burning wetness of her mons. But there wasn’t enough room for true freedom. He ripped her panties away, figuring correctly that she was more interested in a good fuck than intact underwear. And she wouldn’t give up on the possibility of an orgasm unless he really pissed her off.

Victoria wiggled her ass on the seat, throwing her arms around his neck to pull him tight. “Okay, lover-boy, no panties now. Better show me what you can do. Mmmmmm… take a good look at that cunt. I might blow your head off if you come too soon; you won’t get a second look then.”

Victoria was all hot, pulsing excitement where her panties had been, like there was some electricity charging the night air that could touch her freely now. She knew Tyson was enjoying the sight of her naked sex, liking the thought of how it would look after he’d fucked it—splayed out and leaking white.

But where she wanted it was a twitching little grommet between her nubile asscheeks. Victoria couldn’t help but be warm and aroused in front, but what really needed fucking was behind her. She wiggled her ass more frenziedly against the car seat, imagining it was the lap of Tyson’s pants while he sodomized her through his open fly.

“Shit, Vicky, you really want it bad, huh?” Tyson acclaimed. “You’re so goddamned hot for some cock that you’re rubbing yourself around like a bitch in heat!”

She grabbed hold of his organ and squeezed it to the point of light, kittenish pain. “I’ll take ‘bitch in heat,’ but don’t call me Vicky.” Then Victoria gave him a few delicious pumps before slithering her hand down to his bloated balls. “And I’m definitely going to drain these bad boys, but it’s not going into my pussy. Oh no, I’m not getting a creampie today. You’re coming in my ass. The only place that big dick gets to go is into my colon. And if I can walk right afterward, you’re fucking dead. Yeah, you’d better ruin my little hole if you wanna live. So which is it, bitch? A bullet in the head or your cock where I shit?”