WORKING THE NIGHT STIFF

Ember waited in the dark, tired from working the night shift and frustrated with the extra work from being short handed. The cool night air helped cool his blood, but it didn't settle fire that burned deep within his gut. He leaned against the crates that were the last of the shipment and stared off into the shadows of the vacant streets. This piss ass poor town was dragging him down, leaving him nothing but rage.

 The footsteps caught his attention before she came into the light. A hot little blonde all dressed for a night at the clubs. She must be lost, or drunk. He could see the light shine off the sweat of her body. Probably been dancing her pretty little ass off to some ear splitting crap music over in the harbor district. He scoffed and shook his head. She should know better than to be out this late in this neighborhood.

“Hey you. You should turn around and head back to the club quick. Shit ain't safe out here, ya know?” Ember's voice was rough, even if he did have her best intentions at heart.

“Please Sir,” Her voice was soft, not timid, but soft. “Safety isn't what I need tonight.”

His eyes roamed her body, couldn't really blame him with the outfit she wore. It was made for making men look at her. Hell, men and women probably. She leaned against the crates close to him and reached to drag her fingers across his stomach. His abs flexed at her touch and he swore a little under his breath. Taking her arm in his hand, he pulled her closer, looking into her eyes for any fear or doubt. Those eyes only held need, longing, and lust.

The crates shifted a little when he pushed her back against them, his hand dropping to her hips to hold her steady when their bodies collided. Their lips met in a kiss of exchanged need. His of an outlet to his rage and frustration, hers of things he could only imagine. The blood flowed to his cock, it's shaft becoming stiff and uncomfortable in his jeans. Ember pulled her against his rigid body, noting the soft press of her breasts to his chest when his weight pinned her against the crates.

“Where did you come from?” His hand moved to her breast, cupping it raking his thumb across her covered nipple. It hardened under his touch and he felt her body tremble against him.

“Does it matter? I don't want to think, just make me a slut, your slut, Sir.” her legs parted around Ember's thigh, grinding that soft mound against his jean covered thigh.

“Fuck yes I will you slut.” He pulled her ass back against his throbbing bulge as he sucked at the pulse in her neck. Her breast heaved and pushed against his hand as she moaned. The hard nipple trapped between his fingers, getting pinched and tugged as he abused that soft orb in his strong grip. Ember's other hand moved between her legs, finding no panties when his fingers pressed against her swollen lips.

“You are wet already.” His fingers explored her folds, getting slick in nectar that ran out of her and leaked along her smooth thighs.

“Yes Sir. Your slut is needy tonight.” Her voice sounded hoarse now as she tried to speak between gasps as his fingers penetrated her core. She worked her hips in time with his thrusts to push them further. Ember let out a loud groan as his cock throbbed in it's denim prison. The more he ached the more Ember would thrust into her slick walls. Finally her legs trembled and she began to sink to the ground.

Ember turned her and gripped her wrists in his hand. This way she could grab onto the crates for some support. The control was still his. He slapped her ass hard, seeing it turn faintly pink before rubbing the warm skin with his rough hands. Doing it again, harder than before. Her yelps of pain that turned into a guttural growl of desire from her lips. Ember slid those fingers back across her ass and down between her legs from behind.

“You are a fucking angel.” Ember whispered into the girl's ear as his fingers slid in and out of those tight walls. Her nectar coating his hand as she rocked against the crates trying to push more of them into her needy pussy.

“I don't want to be an angel tonight. Make me yours.”

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture Used: ::WS:: Sex Crates