**** Tales

Sitting on the stool in the bar brooding over some mystery drink the bartender concocted, Hannah was past angry. M had really pissed her off in his texts. She was trying to be serious about him being so polite to her needs, but never saying what he needed. She longed for him to say what he desired.

She typed, "I don't want a chameleon who changes his colors to suit the environment. I can buy one of those any day of the week!"

His reply, "Mmmm, baby!"

Hannah shot back, "No, mmmm baby!"

He replied, "You are making me hard!"

Next, he texted for her to be at The Big Hunt in Georgetown around 8pm, but he was late. She had no patience for him today.

M leaned against the wall, his brilliant sapphire eyes searing through the crowd. She was there. He lifted his nose to the ceiling as his nostrils flared. Her scent was wafting like candied sex stuck in the thick air.

He swaggered towards the bar drinking in her splendour poured in the stool. Her dark hair straightened to cascade down the middle of her back. Her tight leather skirt hiked up her crossed legs. Her polished nails wrapped around a tumbler bringing it to her glossy full lips like a seductress.

M snuck behind Hannah placing his nose gently in her hair to take a long whiff. Her smell like blackberries fused with crushed violet petals. He reached out to stroke her hair from the crown to the ends as she stammered, "Watch it!"

Pivoting she turned to see M. His scent drifting like sandalwood with a hint of musk. His body language was smooth like a drink of Hennessey. He had that mysterious vibe to him that all women found irresistible. She rolled her eyes whipping back to the bar with her stool.

He stopped her midswing, "Hey Gorgeous. How is Belle?" She was still angry with him, "You have some nerve, M!"

He smirked, "Yeah, baby."

The words smacked her, "Why do you have to toy with me?"

He grinned, "Mmmm, you know I love your toys."

Her eyes narrowed flashing dark sparks, "Are you serious? Really, M?"

M placed his hand on her upper thigh as she bit her bottom lip. He laughed, "Hannah, baby." She scowled, "Don't call me Baby!" He inched his hand up under her skirt. She uncrossed her legs. She was so mad, but wanted his touch. His fingers crawled their way to the swatch of lace material he longed to feel. His finger deftly circling her pearl through the smooth material.

His pointer finger fell to her hidden paradise as he felt warm sticky honey on the lace stitching. He whispered next to her ear, "Someone has been a bad girl." With her teeth clenched she barked, "Leave me alone!"

His blue diamonds sparkled, "No, I cannot." She tried to force her legs shut. He shoved his leg between her knees. He swept the lace cocoon covering her honeypot to the side probing her tight tunnel with the tip of his finger. She pushed at his hand. He held firmly pushing his whole finger inside.

Her cheeks were stained with scarlet fury, "You have no right!" He leaned in to her, "Yes, I do. It is my job to make Hannah's ***** feel good. Mmmm." He harpooned in and out her tightness feeling her luxurious walls grip his finger. He moaned, "Hannah's ***** is so happy, so warm, so moist, and so tight. Damn!" Heads were beginning to turn as Hannah's voice spilled over, "Let me up! I am going to the bathroom!"

M lifted his brow, "Good idea!" Hannah pushed him, "Stay away from me!" She turned on her heels on a fast trek to the ladies' room. M was dead on her tracks. She reached the door finding only the handicap stall available. She heard women gasp as she was slamming the stall door. An arm jutted in to prevent her from closing it. M forced it open, then locked it. He started towards Hannah with a hungry look.

Hannah yelled, "Get out!" M smiled, "Your problem is you want me to put my **** in you deep right here in this stall, but you are afraid to say it! I want deep in Hannah's *****, Baby." He had turned her away from him placing his arms around her to pull their bodies tight. He gripped her full breasts. He fingered her top button open. Before Hannah could stop him, M ripped her white blouse to provide full access to her red silk Vera Wang bra.

He popped her round perfect globes out like poptarts warm from the toaster. His finger drew a circle around her teacup sized tawny areolas. Hannah stopped fighting, Is this what you want, M? Huh? You want Hannah's ***** up on the tip of that ****? Answer me!"

M's ears perked up, "Yes, I want to **** Hannah's sweet *****!"

Hannah's voice rose, "Yeah? You want Hannah's ***** riding that fat ****? Come on! **** me!"

Hannah hiked up her skirt revealing her wet red lace panties. M's animal instincts took over as he leaned over to take a deep whiff of her flowery musk, "God Damn! You got my plummed head stretched to the max! I am going to **** you until you walk sideways! I want in deep!" He ripped a small hole in her panties.

He pushed his firm fleshy **** against the tear. He drove in so hard the threads made ripping sounds but followed the ridge of his **** inside her warm glazed walls. She squealed, "That is what you like, right?" And with that Hannah slapped his face, "You like this *****? No! You ******* love it! Say it!"

Stunned, M grunted, " I ******* love your *****!"

Hannah slapped him again, "Whose *****? What am I to you? A ****?" M slammed into her ripping the delicate panties competely over his **** where he could feel her soaked lace pushing into his balls, "Damn Hannah. Where did that rage come from? Do you want to be my ****? Is that what you desire?"

Hannah slapped him again, "Answer me! Am I your ****? Say what you mean! How do you view me?" He worked his veined pole in and out her wet, tight ***** feeling her pink drapes graze over his shaft, "Yes, You are my ****!" Hannah slammed her ***** into him, "I am your ****? I am your ******* ****?"

Her laugh echoed wickedly off the ceiling, "**** you, M! I hate you! I hate you, but I love that ****! **** you!"

M laughed, "Mmmm. **** you, Baby. So hot."

Hannah slapped him again, "No, **** you! Do you like this ***** wrapped around that fat pole? Whose ***** do you want gripping that ****?" She reached for his balls pulling them downward as she squeezed, "Answer me!"

M was trapped deep in her ***** feeling the warm honey trickle down her panties to dribble along his balls. The gleen of sweat visible on his forehead as he scraped her velvet walls, "God Damn, Hannah! You are driving me wild. I don't like Hannah's *****-I ******* love it! I want it riding my **** always. Hannah, that ***** is mine!"

Hannah slapped him one last time as she balanced with her palms flush to the wall, "You say what you want, but you will not be a chameleon for me? You will be M! I want the real M! That **** belongs to me? Do you understand?"

He grabbed her legs placing them securely in his arm joists as she rocked her ***** hard. She clamped down hard with her ***** on his shaft. Whispers could be heard coming outside the door penetrating their savage psyche.

He growled, "Holy ****! I hear you, Baybee. This **** belongs to Hannah. Damn straight!" Hannah moaned. Her mouth formed the perfect "O". Her voice oozed like rich creme, "M, I love that ****. Oh baybee, I am gonna..."

M pistoned in and out her now slippery tunnel, "*** for M. Let that honey flow all over that pole."

Hannah's hips raised to meet his drawing those mystical figure eights into him. He was always amazed how she worked those hips. He watched the full view of her ***** swallowing his stone hard ****. Her legs began visibly shaking. He felt her inner walls start to tremble. Her hot tight tunnel suctioned the head of his **** coaxing out the dam of *** that had built up.

Her voice echoed, "You are my rock God! I ******* love that pole! I am creaming all over your ****, M. M? M? Oh, ****....**** you, M!"

With her words, his **** swelled inside her. Her body arched back shuddering in a chain of convulsions that wracked her entire body. She dropped quickly to her knees to catch the whip of his *** that crashed onto her outstretched tongue. Hannah dug her nails into his *** cheeks as he sprayed the remaining **** on her lips.

She licked the buttery, brackish sweet mixture from her lips savoring the taste that erupted as the aftereffects of his hedonic amplification hung from the rafters of their now commercialized arena. Hannah licked every drop of the sinful pleasure from his pole and sucked the sweet sticky sex from each finger.

He lifted Hannah pulling her in close to share a kiss of sexperience. He smiled, "You are my Goddess." He placed his jacket over her shoulders covering her completely from stray eyes. They exited the stall to some moaning shadows plastered along the walls. There were a few spirited cheers and alot of eyeballing.

M guided her through the crowd to his car placing her safely inside where he asked, "Did you enjoy your cocktail?" She drew close to him, "I just want M." He smiled wickedly, "M is all Hannah's."