Literotic asexstories – Abby's Ride Ep. 03 by Ddylvsmycl1t,Ddylvsmycl1t
I would like to thank my editor P_Anderer for all of his wisdom and expertise, in helping me prepare this story for Literotica readers. These subsequent episodes are based on real life experiences, but have also been embellished.
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This was, technically, day two of my 10-day stay with Danny. In my mind, it was still the night of day one.
B.J. and J.T. had just left Danny’s room, after spending some time with us… mainly pleasuring me.
We relaxed in bed for a little while. Then we showered together; We washed each other from head to toe. I loved feeling his strong hands all over my body; he was so gentle, when he wanted to be. After I blow dried my hair, and applied deodorant, perfume and make-up, I came out to the bedroom naked, ready to get dressed.
“I have something I want ya to wear tonight.”
“Another outfit?”
“No, it’s not an outfit.”
He holds up something that is shiny, looks like metal and it’s shaped like a tear drop.
“What is that, and how would I wear it?”
“It’s a plug. Come into the bathroom.”
He had me stand in front of the vanity, he stood right behind me, and against me. We both looked at each other in the mirror. He set the plug down on the vanity, opened the top right drawer and pulled out a little bottle. He flipped the lid open, and pushed my legs apart with his foot. He pulled my hips back and placed his hand on my back, so I was bent over the vanity.
“It would please me very much.”
He squeezed out liquid from the bottle onto his index finger, and I felt his slippery finger on my butthole. I opened my mouth, once this all clicked in my brain, and he felt me tense up.
“Shh, relax baby.”
His voice was so soothing to me; he probably could’ve talked me into doing anything. He slowly inserted his finger into my ass, twisting gently, and pulled it out. He washed his hands, squeezed out lube onto the plug, and put it against my butthole; it was cold.
“Breathe, baby, relax.”
He slowly applied pressure, and it slid into my ass, and it felt like it locked into my hole.
“Stand up.”
I stood up, and I could feel it, but it didn’t hurt.
“Good?”
“Yeah, baby.”
We left his room and joined everyone that was at the clubhouse. When Danny and I got to the main bar, we went to sit at a table, because the bar was full. Danny had me get our drinks from the bar, and it took a long time for me to get served. Danny went behind the bar, grabbed both guys that were behind the bar by the backs of their necks, and walked them over to where I was standing, on the other side of the bar.
“You see this lady? When she’s standin’ at the bar, by herself, she’s gettin’ drinks for me, my dad, or my brothers. Don’t make her wait so fuckin’ long.”
Danny went and sat back down at our table. One of the guys asked me what I needed, and I told him. He was very polite, and sweet and I thanked him. I took our drinks over to our table and sat down. After I sat, I was reminded of the plug he asked me to wear tonight.
A good-looking woman came over, and gave Danny a hug and a kiss. She didn’t pay any attention to me, at all. She seemed very excited to see Danny; too excited, in my opinion. Because she was so dismissive to me, it bothered me that Danny didn’t introduce her to me. The music was loud, and everyone was being loud, so I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. She was standing very close to Danny, and talking into to his ear. I was getting really irritated. I knew I couldn’t just leave, or go somewhere else, but I could go to the bathroom. Usually, I ask Danny, but I was so irritated; I felt he forgot I was there. I got up, I didn’t look at him and started to walk toward the bathroom.
“Where ya goin’?”
“I gotta piss.”
When I got into the bathroom, I was shaking. Not just because I was angry, but because I thought I probably made him mad. I was behaving like a child, and I knew it was wrong. I thought I’d better go pee, and get back out there. She was still there when I returned, and I didn’t look at either of them. Marie came over, and stood next to her. We’re not allowed to interrupt any member, so she waited patiently for a break in the conversation (on Danny’s end). Marie whispered something in her ear, and the woman excused herself and left our table.
“Danny, do ya need anything, hun?”
He didn’t answer her, he just gave her a smirk, and a head gesture to leave the table.
“Marie likes ya.”
“Really? Good, I’m glad. I like her, too. How do you know she likes me?”
“Most of the women around here don’t like Laura, cuz she’s a patch-whore. Marie just got rid of her for ya.”
“Maybe she did it for us.”
“Yeah, maybe. Come here, baby.”
He turned in his chair toward me, and I stood and went to him. I pressed by body into him between his legs, put my hands on his strong thighs and looked at him. He kissed my nose.
“I know that pissed ya off, right?”
“Yes, it did.”
“I let it go on, cuz I wanted to see how ya dealt with it. What did ya wanna do, but knew ya shouldn’t?”
“I wanted to punch her in her face, or at least tell her to get away from my man.”
He laughed, shook his head and pointed his finger at me.
“That probably woulda been funny, but it wouldn’ta been good. If ya woulda asked me to use the bathroom, like usual, that woulda been enough to let her know that yer mine. Yer a little kitty cat, ain’t ya?”
“You’re right, of course. I was just so irritated, I thought it was best to remove myself.”
“That was fine for tonight, but I don’t want that to be the way ya handle things in the future. Keep in mind, Marie isn’t always gonna be around to help.”
“Can we talk more about this later, when we’re alone?”
“I think that’s best.”
J.T. was going to pick out a cue stick, so I was going to be able to watch him play serious pool, rather than him teaching me.
“Is J.T. a good pool player?”
“He’s pretty decent.”
“Do you shoot pool?”
“Yeah, I shoot.”
“Maybe you and I can play sometime?”
“That could be interesting.”
He gave me that naughty smile of his, and patted my behind.
“Let’s watch the pool game.”
I sat down on the chair to his right, and we watched J.T. shoot. He was very good. He ran the table for four games, and then B.J. came and sat at our table.
“How’s J.T. doin’?”
“He’s undefeated for four games.”
“Ya gonna challenge him? I’ll stay with Abby. It’ll be fun to watch ya boys play each other.”
Danny told J.T. he’s got the next game. The guys that were in hearing distance, got very boisterous, hootin’ and hollerin.
“What’s going on?”
“My boys are very competitive, and they’re both very good at pool. It’s good entertainment. You’ve seen how they are with each other. They can get a little rough, but it’s all in fun, so don’t ya worry, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“I gotta get my cue stick from the lounge.”
“Wow, he has his own cue stick; he must be good.”
“Before he started the trucking business, he used to make all his money shooting pool.”
“Oh, really?”
J.T. won the game, and now he was waiting for Danny to rack. Danny was screwing his cue stick together, and then he took a few shots at the balls that were left on the table from the previous game. God, he even looked sexy shooting pool; muscular arms, and that fine muscular ass of his. The first game was pretty close, but J.T. won. He’d been on a roll all night.
“This is the last time I’m rackin’ for ya, fucker.”
Since Danny lost, he bought shots for both of them. Danny racked for another game. He’s very serious, and focused, when he’s shooting pool. I can understand why some people think he’s grumpy, or unapproachable. Even though he’s very handsome, he also looks intimidating, except when he smiles. J.T. broke, and the eight ball fell, which is an automatic win. The place went wild, and J.T. just smiled.
“Ya gotta be shittin’ me! What the fuck?”
Danny bought shots, again, and then racked.
“Daddy, can I go give Danny a kiss for good luck?”
“Sure darlin’, hurry up before J.T. breaks.”
B.J. yelled Danny’s name, and I ran to him.
“How about a kiss for good luck, baby?”
He handed J.T. his cue stick, and I reached up around his neck. He put his arms around my waist, and we kissed deeply (I heard yells of ‘woohoo’ and whistling). We swirled our tongues together, he sucked my tongue, I sucked his, and then he gave me two small closed mouth kisses. I returned to our table to watch.
J.T. broke, and didn’t make any balls in. Danny shot at stripes, and ran seven consecutive shots, but missed the eight ball. The crowd murmured ‘Ugh’ in unison. J.T. shot, and missed. Danny shot at the eight ball and made it. The crowd whooped it up for Danny’s win.
“All right, that’s it, no more fuckin’ kisses, ya fucker!”
Everyone was laughing. J.T. bought shots for his loss, and then racked. Danny won most of the games that followed; J.T. won a few, which was good. I was starting to feel bad for him. J.T. won the last game, and Danny told him, it was his table; he was done shooting for the night. He came back to our table, broke down his cue stick, and put it away in its case.
“You’re really good, baby. I’m impressed.”
“Meh, must’ve been the kiss.”
“Good job, son. Hey, J.T.’s had enough shots, don’t ya think?”
“Yeah, I’d say so. Should we try to put him to bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Go wait in our room for me, okay?”
“Okay, baby. Good night, Daddy.”
I gave B.J. a kiss and a hug, and headed to Danny’s room. On the way, I passed the bathroom, and that patch-whore Laura was stumbling out, drunk. She smiled at me, and said “Hi”, but I ignored her and kept walking.
“Hellooo?”
I ignored her again.
“What a cunt…”
That was it, I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around and caught up to her. I pushed her against the wall and got in her face. I saw someone heading toward us quickly, to stop any altercation.
“That’s right, I am a cunt! I’m Danny’s cunt, and don’t you forget it!”
It was Marie who came over, and she heard what I said to Laura. She had a smirk on her face.
“Good night, Marie.”
“Good night, hun.”
I turned around and headed to Danny’s room. After I entered his room, I sat down on the couch. Danny decided to rearrange the furniture, so now the couch and both chairs faced the bed, rather than an empty wall, which is where he was planning on putting the stereo system.
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