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  DON’T STOP

  Hayden Ash

  Copyright © 2019 by Hayden Ash

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  Contents

  Keira I

  Miles I

  Keira II

  Trey I

  Keira III

  Trey II

  Epilogue

  More Delicious Stories By Hayden Ash…

  About the Author

  Keira I

  Miles is supposed to make a toast or something tonight, telling everyone that we’re getting married, and all I can think about is that there’s nothing to do at this party with all of his nerdy friends, and I feel unbelievably sad for some reason.

  I sip Veuve Clicquot Rich Rose champagne. It’s my fifth glass of the night, and I know Miles is watching me like a hawk, desperately wanting me to stop but lacking the balls to ask me. I raise the champagne flute high over my head and let the nearly full glass of champagne slide down my throat. Then I lick the rim of the glass sensually just to make Miles even more uncomfortable.

  My friend, Christine, walks up behind me and wraps her arm around me. She’s wearing a leopard print dress that’s just short enough to be considered slutty and too long to be considered whorish.

  “You look fucking hot,” she whispers in my ear.

  Christine picks at the fabric of my super tight dress that’s definitely whorish. It’s striped in thick lines of black and orange and it hugs my body incredibly, I mean incredibly, tight.

  “Tell me the truth…that can’t be your real ass!” She tells me and slaps it. Miles, who’s still watching us, gulps nervously and starts rubbing the outside of his palms the way he does whenever he feels really threatened.

  “It is, I’ve already told you…” I say to Christine. “C’mon, let’s get a cigarette,” I say.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice! There isn’t one attractive man at this party…no offense to your man,” she says with a fake smile.

  I take a deep breath, grab a fresh glass of champagne, and lead Christine out onto the patio of the restaurant.

  Outside, I light a cigarette and stare at the bubbles in my glass. The air is cold and bites at the many exposed areas of my body. The wind causes my hair to glide out and blow into my face, and I smile because I enjoy having my sight slightly obstructed right now for some reason. I guess I don’t really want to see right now.

  “Bitch, I wish I had a guy like yours. You’re always landing good guys who work really hard and do whatever the fuck you say. What’s your secret?” Christine asks as she lights a cigarette herself. “I only seem to attract complete assholes.”

  “No secret, good guys just find me, I guess,” I say.

  I dig my fingernails into my palms. It makes me angry to talk about this, like Christine is trying to insult me, even though I know she’s not.

  “I mean the sex is always fire…I guess that’s why I can’t help but keep giving them chances with me,” Christine says. “Why I can’t just leave them alone…”

  “I wouldn’t know…”

  “What?!”

  “Nothing, never mind.”

  “Oh, no, bitch, you have to explain.”

  “Well, I mean we haven’t really had sex yet. I mean we tried about a year ago, but he couldn’t get hard. I think he was embarrassed at how small it was. Then, when he finally did manage, I couldn’t feel it, and I asked him if it was in, and that really hurt him so…yeah, we just don’t have sex and don’t talk about it.”

  “Woah…”

  “Don’t give me that look. He’s a great guy, Christine. He’s treated me better than any man ever has, and I love him,” I tell her.

  “OK, but…”

  “No, Christine, that’s it. I love him.”

  “Got it,” Christine says and turns her head away, and covers her mouth to hide the fact that she’s giggling now.

  “Fuck you,” I say, without thinking. “I’m going for a walk…”

  “In this neighborhood? Girl, this is like the scariest part of town.”

  “I don’t give a fuck!” I say, throwing my hands up in the air, and then I disappear in the darkness of the unlit alleyway behind the restaurant.

  Miles I

  I’m getting ready to introduce my fiancé to all my friends, and I can’t even find her!

  I don’t understand how she could be doing this to me. It isn’t fair! I do everything for her. I cook for her, clean the house even though I’m the only one who works a steady job. I finance all of her crazy business ideas that go nowhere and completely subsidize her lavish lifestyle. I also pay for her and friends’ vacations to different tropical islands around the world even though she doesn’t even let me come.

  “Where the fuck is she?” I ask, grabbing Christine by the arm.

  “Let go of me, I don’t fucking know where she is, she’s your fiancé.

  “Bullshit, I saw you guys talking on the patio.”

  “Of course you did, fucking stalker.”

  “Please, I just want to know where my future wife is…this isn’t fair. She’s embarrassing me in front of all my fucking friends!”

  “Jesus fuck, dude, you’re literally crying right now. Pull it together. Be a man…”

  I touch my cheek and notice that she’s right, and the realization, unfortunately, makes me cry even harder.

  “Shit…” I say, angry with myself.

  “I honestly don’t know what she sees in you, man. I’m just trying to be honest…”

  “Leave me the fuck alone you fucking bitch!” I cry.

  “Yep!” Christine says and walks outside.

  Two of my friends show up, noticing that I’m in tears now.

  “Dude, what’s going on?”

  “Talk to us, man?”

  “I’m losing her…”

  “Losing Keira?” My friend Jimmy asks. “Where is she?”

  “I…I don’t know. I think walking around outside somewhere…”

  “It’s OK, man. We’re here for you. I’m sure she’s just on the phone with her mom or something. C’mon. We’ve set up an old school N64! David brought Mario Kart!”

  I take a deep breathe and countdown from ten but then start crying again.

  Keira II

  I love being alone. It feels like I can do anything. I feel like I can fucking fly high in the sky and never come back. I want that more than anything I’ve ever wanted. But, I would never do that…I could never do that to Miles.

  The joy I’m feeling from the solitude is a double edged sword and soon my mind rushes back to the conversation I just had with Christine. I keep thinking about the great sex she must be having with the jerks in her life. I can see a tall, handsome, stranger with huge biceps and a perfect six-pack, pinning her up against a wall in her apartment. He’s ripping her designer clothes off like they’re worthless to him and sticking a huge, eight and a half inch cock deep into her wet pussy, while I’m two floors down in the same apartment building—watching reruns of FRIENDS, while my fiancé plays computer games with his friends online.

  I look around me and notice that I don’t recognize where I am at all and that I’ve been walking for almost an hour. I have no idea how I got so lost in my thoughts that I’ve done this. I know Miles must be worried sick about me. I’m a world-class bitch right now.

  I start racing back the way I came, although I’m not sure I’m going the right direction because I don’t recognize a thing I’m looking at right now. I
know I should slow down and try to remember exactly the way I came, but all I can think about is just getting back, and I’m running, but I’m feeling like I’m getting further and further away from the place I’m desperate to go.

  Then my heart stops as I see a man appear from behind a building. He’s got a red devil mask on and maybe a gun on his belt, although I can’t really tell because it’s super dark and there are no street lights at all.

  To calm my nerves, I pull my cell phone out of my purse and call Christine.

  “Hey, where’d you go? You alright?” Christine asks through the phone.

  “Not really, girl, I just saw this guy…I think he has a gun.”

  “Shit, are you serious?”

  “Yeah, girl, are you still at the party? Can you get Miles and come find me?”

  “Uh, I left. I couldn’t stand being around this disgusting losers,” Christine says. “Do you still see him, or did you lose him?”

  I turn around and see that he’s still there and is, in fact, closer to me.

  “Fuck, I think he’s following me!”

  “Holy shit, girl, run!”

  I start running, but I’m in heels, and he’s really quick. I look down and think about taking my heels off, so I can run faster, but by the time I look back up he’s standing right next to me, and he pins me up against a chain-link fence. There are piles of trash everywhere, and I’m not sure anyone can see us. I’m cornered.

  He pins my arms up against the fence and presses his body against me. He’s super tall and really muscular and actually smells really fucking good. I start to feel really angry because as scared as I am, I’m turned on right now. A part of me wants him to let go, but a bigger part of me wants him to start fucking me, and I don’t know why.

  “You look fucking amazing,” he whispers darkly into my ear. His voice is smooth, deep, and extremely confident. He holds me tight, but not so hard that it hurts. He wants me to want him—I can tell he does not want to rape me.

  “Th…thanks,” I say nervously.

  “I saw you at that party…with that skinny guy. He’s not fucking you right. Admit it! It’s all in your body language and that look in your eyes that says you’re so starved for some good dick.”

  “He’s my fiancé you asshole,” I say.

  “That doesn’t mean anything,” he tells me. “Tell me you don’t need to get fucked and I promise I’ll let you go.”

  I stay silent, and he waits patiently for me to respond. I really don’t want to say the words. I like the way he’s holding me, taking me as his, and I know it’s fucked up, but, for some reason, I think I already know him. I can tell just by seeing his eyes through the devil mask.

  “Trey?”

  “Yes…” Trey says.

  Trey is a recently released ex-con who works as a janitor at my fiancé’s office as part of his parole. Every time I see him he’s right there eye fucking the shit out of me, while Miles just stands there—either having absolutely no idea what’s going on or being too scared of Trey to do anything about it.

  Even though Miles is afraid of Trey, he’s always picking on him publicly because he thinks that will get his bosses to like him. One time, I told him to cut it out because if Trey ever decided to fight him then he wouldn’t stand a chance and because I said that he wouldn’t talk to me for a month.

  Trey lifts his mask up, but I grab it and put it back over his face.

  “No,” I say.

  Then, for some reason I find myself smelling him—smelling everything. His scent is so masculine and magnetic—it’s intoxicating and I can’t get enough of it. I smell his neck, his chest, his stomach, and, finally, his dick. I’ve fantasized so many times about him taking me in the broom closet at my finacés office and ravaging me, while my husband works in the cubicle next door. Now, I’m asking myself, me who never ever does anything wrong, is actually asking myself it’s finally going to happen? And on my fiancés special night with his friends? I know something is wrong with me, but I don’t care. I want this. I need this. And, I’m going to have it.

  While I’m still crouched down, I unzip his pants and pull down his boxers. Then, I kiss his dick, which is huge by the way, and ever-so-slowly wrap my lips around it.

  Trey I

  “It’s such a beautiful dick,” she tells me as she stares at it, kind of mesmerized if I’m being honest.

  “Those titties are beautiful!” I tease her.

  “Maybe they should get to know each other,” she says and then lifts my dick over her head and drags her wet tongue down the bottom of my shaft until she reaches the head.

  It seems like she’s been waiting on this for the longest time because she’s so slow and deliberate, savoring every moment her lips are on my dick. She’s slurping it like she’s starved for the dick, and she’s sucking on it like it’s giving her brand new life.

  She’s the type of woman that you know every guy fantasizes about, but, it’s just funny because clearly she doesn’t have a man to fuck her right. She needs a real man, not some whiny, nerd who couldn’t even begin to be able to please a woman on his best day. She needs a man who knows how to just throw legs behind her head and make her scream for him by how good he’s fucking her pussy. And, lucky for her, and for me, I’m exactly that man.

  “Can I suck on your big fucking dick forever?” She asks as she looks up and I see her pretty, hazel eyes.

  “If you’re keep going like that, I might just let you,” I wink at her. “Damn, girl, you really know how to make a man happy!”

  She closes her eyes and sucks on it so passionately that it’s like she’s making love to it. Her tongue slides on and around it, while her lips keep move up and down on it. I notice her peach shaped ass sticking out as she sucks my dick, and I bend over her, and slap it. It jiggles like none I’ve ever seen, and I grin, pleased.

  “You like slapping my ass?” She asks me with a smile.

  “It’s alright,” I tease her.

  “Fuck you!” She laughs and starts sucking even harder. “You going to fuck me with this big thing?”

  “You know I am,” I say, smoothly.

  “God, I can’t wait!” She moans as she smells and then deep throats my dick. “Fuck, this a delicious dick!”

  I start to think about Miles, who’s technically my boss and could get me fired if he wanted. Life is hilarious. The same guy who’s cleaning out his trash bin at the end of the day is the same guy fucking his fiancé. I’m the only one that knows what she wants, and I’m the only one who she wants to give it to her. He doesn’t deserve a beauty like this. He can’t handle it. I’m giving her what she’s been needing—what every woman needs. and as I look up at the sky and at the full moon above us, I know there’s no place either of would rather be.

  Keira III

  I’ve never tasted a dick this amazing.

  It’s so powerful, just like him, and as I suck hard on it, devouring it, making it disappear into my wet mouth, I think about how it will feel to get fucked by this thing.

  “Are you worried people can see us?” I ask nervously.

  “Fuck ‘em,” Trey says as he helps me up on my feet. This is exactly what I wanted him to say, the man of my dreams. “Oh shit!” He says, noticing a half-full bottle of baby oil in one of the trash piles and picks it up.

  “You don’t know where that’s been!” I say and laugh.

  He doesn’t respond, just pours it on my exposed tits.

  He gets closer and as I feel it drip down my cleavage, he turns me around and grabs my ass really tight, then pulls my black and orange striped dress up my body, revealing my turquoise laced thong. He pours the rest of the bottle of baby oil on my ass and then lets the empty ball fall onto the ground. The sound of it clanking on the ground is drowned out by the sound of him leaving a red handprint on my ass as he slaps it really hard.

  “I’ve been waiting for this…since I saw you I knew I had to fuck you,” he says and wraps his strong arms around me and holds me tight. I h
old onto his arms, feeling safe even though we’re in drug deals go down, probably. He reaches down and starts fingering my pussy while he bites on my ear lobe.

  I elongate my neck back as he puts a second hand in my pussy, and now he’s got three fingers in me, stimulating my clit in three different ways. I feel his dick getting hard on my ass, and my body is aching as I wait impatiently for him to put his long cock in my cunt.

  Teasing me, he slaps it against one of my cheeks with surprising strength. Fuck, the sound of something clapping against my ass has never felt so good.

  “You’re not worried about your fiancé finding out?”

  “Fuck him, I want you…only you inside me,” I tell him, staring him directly in his dark eyes.

  He kisses me hard and pins me up against the fence again. My legs in the air, I wrap them around his back, and he finally puts his big dick inside me. I grip his shoulders tight and scream because it’s so fucking big.

  Slowly, he starts fucking me against the chain link fence, the moon hanging huge over our heads. I can hear the footsteps of random passersby are close by as well. I want them to see how much I’m good I’m getting fucked and how badly I want this man right now. He’s making my body shake—already finding my spot each time he goes in me.

  “Your dick is fucking perfect! Fuck, I’m cuming!”

  Trey II

  I pull my dick out of her and let her fall into my arms.

  I turn her around, and she instinctively grips the fence. I spread her ass cheeks out and put it in her pussy slowly from behind, feeling her ass sit on top of my big penis as it goes inside of her. She scratches me hard on my neck, making it bleed, digging into my skin so tight that it hurts like hell and yet feels so fucking good because it’s her hand doing it.