Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Gentleman's Club ❯ Vol. Nineteen, Chap. Thirty-Seven: Brown Bunny ( Chapter 37 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Brown Bunny
Sandra made it back to her apartment around five in the morning.
When she got out of her car, she noticed a fancy black Toyota
parked next to her. A quick chill raced up her spine.
Oh… It didn't take long for her to run into the lobby
of her apartment.
“Good morning, Lin Cho-san,” the receptionist said.
Sandra quickly waved as she ran to the elevator. She counted down
in her heart as she rode up to her floor in the elevator.
He's… back? Sandra rested her hand to her chest as the
doors blew open. She ran down the hall and unlocked the door.
Inside, a man sat at her kitchen table. Only the dim morning light
from the window and the light from his cigarette lit up the room.
Sandra's heart flipped in her chest.
“It's you,” she said.
“Hey,” Sammy said. Sandra closed the door behind
her.
“When did you get back in?”
“Last night.” The big man snubbed out his cigarette.
“How have you been?”
“Good. And you?”
“I have been great. You still running that club?”
“Yes.” Sandra put her hands on her hips. “You
didn't come here for small chit-chat, did you?”
Sammy snickered under the window's light. “You got
me.”
“So… what do you want?”
“What else?” The big man in the black leather jacket
rose to his feet and made his way over to his longtime on-off
girlfriend. They came within inches of each other against the
door.
“You,” he said. Sammy stole one quick kiss before she
could speak. The taste was enough to break her mind. Sandra grabbed
him by the arms and pulled him in. She almost had forgotten what
this feeling was like. Sammy ripped open her dark red shirt.
It didn't take long for them to end up in her bedroom. Sandra
dropped on the bed with her hair spreading all over the pillow.
Sammy climbed on top and smirked.
“When was the last time we were like this?” he
asked.
“I have no idea,” she said.
“Doesn't matter.” Sammy kissed her on the lips again.
Sandra tugged on his jacket before his pushed it off of his muscled
torso. He moved his mouth down her neck as he pulled off her shirt.
For a woman in her forties, she still looked like a bombshell just
like in her dancing days.
“Come with me,” Sammy whispered.
“What?” she asked almost breathless. He darted his
tongue into her mouth before she had the chance to connect the
dots. Sandra already knew his motives, but with his hand down her
jeans, logic was quick to elude her. Sammy smiled in the kiss.
“You're really wet for me tonight, aren't you?” he
whispered. His hot ear on her ear made her cheeks turn red.
“Bastard,” Sandra whimpered as he began massaging her
between the legs. Only he could prove that she wasn't dead in the
genitals just yet. His chuckling further made her heart beat out of
her chest.
“Why do you do this?” Sandra asked. Sammy sat up and
unzipped his jeans. Despite being used to his size; her eyes grew
as big as dinner plates. The whole time, he had a stoic look on his
face.
“This is why,” he said, pointing at his erect self.
That was all that he wrote.
Sandra found herself lost in a haze of lust as she rode him. Sammy
was her habit. He wanted her to pack up and run away with him. They
already knew the answer to his offer, but he pursued anyway. His
trick to screw her into submissive could possibly work tonight.
Sandra sure looked to be enjoying herself like she always did. She
dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades.
“Bite me, you whore!” he shouted. Sandra found herself
more than happy to bit into his left shoulder.
“Harder!” Sammy roared. Her hips bounced hard enough to
make her body ache as she bit down enough to draw blood.
“Hard enough for you?” she asked.
“Hell yes!” he shouted as he reached his climax.
Depraved, depraved. Sandra always felt so dirty with the mix of
happiness after Sammy's little visits. She smiled covered in sweat
as she lay in her lover's arms. As soon as the sun came up, Sandra
knew what was coming next.
Depraved Submission