*Stretches Legs* *Cracks Back* *Unlocks the cage I've been in for far too long...*
Hello all my Sweet Butts and stalkers. It is I, Switchblade. The man, the myth, and the legend that's been in captivity for the last two months. The last time you got to see me was around Christmas. Since then, Quinn has kept me hidden and locked away. Now that she's no longer on a deadline, I've decided to take over her brain again, and finally get all the pussy I've been craving for the last four weeks! Quinn owes me. That's why she's giving me this entire week to bring you more of my Sweet Butt Chronicles.
Let me give you a little back story...
Last Friday, I put myself up for auction in Quinn's group the Ride or Diers. There are a lot of horny sweet butts in there that haven't got their shot with me yet and I wanted to give them a little gift leading up to Valentine's Day. I knew I wouldn't be able to choose which sweet butt got their Valentine's Dates with me, so I decided to do it auction style. Lots of ladies entered, but only five lucky ones will be entered by me. (Laughs evilly) Since I don't do the actual day of hearts, flowers, candy and all that lovey dovey garbage. I decided to spread my love in the week leading up to the dreaded day of love. Switchy don't do the sweet stuff, that's for guys that give a shit about something other than sex. Not me. I'm a wham bam, next ma'am kind of guy. So, now that we got the auction out of the way, I think it's time to dive into the fun and tell you about my Monday girl... Lisa.
This girl was everything I was hoping for in a sweet butt. Bold, daring, & quick on the draw. When I opened up my contest, I had them all pick a number, but only five of them got a date with me. Lisa was the first girl to say the number four. (The number of orgasms I plan on giving each girl on their dates.) She's been cat-fighting the other sweet butts to get a piece of my dick, and who am I to deny a lovely lady the time of her life.
When I arrived at her house, looking as dapper and debonair as possible in my cut, white shirt, and blue jeans, I decided to do something special and showed up with a panty rose just for her. (I got one panty rose for each girl. All of them different colors so I didn't get them confused.) Ya'll know me, I'm not the kind of man who's going to buy a girl real flowers. Bitch might think it's an actual date and I'm nice or something. Switchblade ain't nice. Not one bit. These Panty roses were an after thought, something I could tear off of them in the bedroom, and leave as a gift for them to remember me by. My memory isn't the best. Too much drugs, sex, and alcohol cluttering up my thoughts and shit. The colors will help keep them apart which is why I decided to grab them.
I went to the first gas station I could find, filled up my bike, bought a roll of Rolos, a six pack of beer, and two boxes of rubbers. (Fucking Ice, stole my last box), before I noticed that on the counter sat a vase filled with panty roses. The lacy roses were small, and begging for new ownership. They were exactly what I needed for all my dates, so I grabbed five of them, threw them on the counter, and paid for my goodies, before riding away.
Lisa lived on the other side of town, in a quaint little house that had flowers and shit out front. I could already tell that this chick probably wasn't going to know what hit her when the wolf inside me decided to tear her apart. Anybody with a garden in front of their house, had to be innocent as fuck. Bad chicks don't plant flowers, they let me deflower them.
Well, in the midst of her little flowers, was a fucking creepy ass looking gnome. You know the kind. The ones with pointy hats, ceramic smug faces, and look like they are going to slit your throat in your sleep. *Shudders* Ugh, I hate fucking gnomes.
I kept side-eying the happy little gnome, thinking of all the ways I could break his face for smiling at me the way he was. I was just about to punt kick the little garden creeper when Lisa opened the door, wearing a pretty red dress with flowers, pairing her outfit with black flats. Yeah, this chick was like a fucking Kindergarten teacher, and she was about to be corrupted by the Devil and had no fucking idea.
"Hey," she squeaked, her cheeks tinging an embarrassed pink.
"Hello, Darlin'," I said, giving her a wink as I handed her the rose, which she looked at curiously.
"It's a panty rose, a red one to match you dress." I winked again.
"Oh... thank you?" It came out as a question. She didn't know what to do with my gas station gift.
"It's okay, you can put them on. I know you're dying to wear them."
"I am?"
"Yes. Because when I tear them off with my teeth, that Oh, you just said will be followed by a Oh my god! Don't stop!"
She laughed. It was a cute, just like her. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail that swayed against her back. Pony tails were like fucking handles in the bedroom. I could only imagine what it would be like to wrap my hand around her hair, pull her head back as my cock rammed into her sweet pussy from behind, and her whole body jiggled with each aggressive thrust. Her eyes danced with a million questions as I waited for her to return into the house to put on my gift.
"Do you really want me to put them on?"
"Yes."
She shrugged, tore apart the rose, tugged off her panties, (They were white cotton briefs, so glad she took those offending things off,) and rolled them up her legs.
"There. Happy?"
"I'll be happier when I can pull them off of you."
"I thought this was supposed to be a date? You know, like dinner and a movie? Maybe a stroll in the park, kind of thing."
I gripped my cut, making sure she saw the VP patch sewn in. "See this patch, sweetheart? This says I ain't the dinner and movie kind of guy. Besides, your bid was for this," I informed her, grabbing my junk. "One fucking night on the D-Train. Toot Toot!" With each toot I gave my cock a squeeze.
"So, you're basically a prostitute?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side.
"No money involved, baby girl. You bet a number for my time. The number four... the number of orgasms I'm going to give you tonight, if you let me. I made the auction very clear, sweetheart, you can back out, but it will leave you wondering, what if."
"What if?"
"What if he really gave me four orgasms? What if we had the best sex ever and I just walked away from it? You know, that type of shit."
She contemplated my words, took a look at my bike, just as trickles of rain started falling from the sky.
"Well, if this is gonna happen. It's going to happen right here on that." She pointed to my bike parked in her driveway.
"You want me to fuck you, in the rain, on my bike, in your driveway, where all your neighbors can see?"
She looked around. "Yep, that's exactly what I want. Otherwise, I'm going to turn around and walk back inside."
I shrugged. "Baby, I'll fuck you anytime anyplace. Nothing is off limits when it comes to my cock."
"Good, cause in that house over there," she said pointing across the street. "Lives the local preacher. In that house next door, is the county sheriff, and that house on the other side of me, belongs to my parents. Daddy has a real nice shot gun."
"Fuck my life."
She started hiking up her skirt, getting ready to show me the hidden little rose she had hiding underneath.
"Fuck it! I'm like a tiger, I got nine lives. A little shotgun didn't hurt anyone."
"It's your funeral," she said as she started walking backward seductively, nibbling on her bottom lip as she pressed her back against the cold metal of my bike. She straddled my mean piece of metal, and hissed when the wet seat seeped in through the holes of her lacy undies. "You better bite these off of me, my pussy is freezing."
I laughed, dropping to a knee as I spread her legs and moved my head between them. That little red rose was now a sexy pair of red panties, giving me little teasing hints of the lips between her legs.
"Spread your legs."
She obeyed. Allowing me enough room to move her underwear to the side and slide my tongue along her slit. I couldn't feel the rain on me because I was shielded by her skirt, that pooled over my shoulders as I lapped and played with her clit.
"Oh god! Fuck, you weren't kidding," she screamed as my finger entered her channel and slowly hooked up to her G-Spot. Her knees squeezed my head as I pulled her lips open and pleasured her with my tongue, not giving a shit who saw me.
"Oh fuck! Right there. Yes, damn..." she gasped as her body shuttered and her first orgasm hit her."
Nothing was better than tasting a woman's first orgasm. I sucked up all her juices and used my teeth and fingers to guide her wet panties down her legs. The lacy undies slapped against the ground as I rose to my feet, keeping my fingers between her legs, as I brought my mouth down on hers.
"One," I whispered against her lips, as my finger entered her again. Her gasp was nothing but a breathless whisper. My fingers eased even further inside of her, first the one, then two--two for the second orgasm that would come from my fingers.
"Your first orgasm was with my mouth--allowing me to taste every sweet drop of your cum. Your second orgasm will be on my fingers. I want you to feel what it's like to be fucked with them." As I spoke my fingers moved faster inside of her, until she started bucking against my hand, her screams only muffled by my mouth that was silencing her. As my thumb pressed down on her clit, giving it pressure as my fingers continued to drive into her relentlessly, she threw her head back as the orgasm hit her. The rain now pelting her angelic face as my devilish fingers stole her second moment of ecstasy.
"Two," I said, a wicked smile creeping across my lips as I pulled my fingers out of her. She watched with wide eyes as I placed them in my mouth. "Not going to let this one go to waste."
My hands gripped her hips, looking her in the eye as I undid my belt, slid my pants a little down my ass, and revealed the cock that would create orgasm three and four. I slid a condom up my shaft, a red one, because I fucking bought a box of goddamn rainbow rubbers by accident. The only thing good about rainbow rubbers is that I can match them to things, like matching this red one to her lacy panties before spreading her legs, and angling her across my bike so I could take her in the rain.
"Slow," she begged me.
"Honey, I'm not damn molasses. You wanted my cock, now you're gonna get it. Every fast pump. Every fierce thrust. Every goddamn grip of my fingers as they dig into your pretty little flesh. Slow is for turtles and sloths. You wanted my cock, now get ready for the goddamn cheetah."
She cried out as I spread her legs even wider, angling her body just right for the deepest penetration. I was relentless as I took her, her feet slapping my ass, as she screamed, "I'm coming again!" Right before she did.
I felt her shudder around my cock, squeezing it with the walls of her pussy, her fingers digging into my arms since they couldn't my back.
"That's right, Lisa, that's orgasm fucking three. When I cum you're going to cum, too, so we can shout your Fourth orgasm together.
I picked her up, sitting myself against the bike, so I could turn her around and fuck her from behind.
She cried out as I flipped up her dress and entered her again, taking that damn pony tail that was teasing me and wrapping it around my hand. It was a fucking amazing handle, one I used to fuck her pussy raw.
"You're a fun fuck, Lisa. So fun, I got a little romantic poem just for you. Roses are red... Violets are blue... You got a sweet pussy now I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
"Just shut the fuck up and do it already."
I like the eagerness she had. Made me want her even more.
My hand pulled her head back, so I could bite down on her shoulder. It was a finishing move I liked to do when I fucked someone hard and fast from behind. The rain was pelting us from above, but I was so into the moment I could barely feel it touch my skin. My cock was finally getting the release it needed, and just when I felt the blood rush to little Switchy's head, the first shot gun blast ran out.
BOOM!
"Fuck, that's my daddy," Lisa cried as I pushed her to the ground pulling my pants up as I high-tailed it to her backyard. Daddy dearest was not going to get a round in my ass. No siree Bob.
"Daddy, no! I'm fine, we were just fucking!"
"And I'm about to fucking killing him for sticking his dick anywhere near you. Come out, Casanova, Daddy has a surprise for you."
I opened her back gate and took off running. Coming to a dead stop when I found what was lurking in her back yard. Gnomes... hundreds of them. Creepy fucking gnomes surrounded me, staring at me with their beady little eyes and stupid ceramic faces. My heart jumped in my chest as I felt the weight of their glares slice through me. Nope, not happening, I'll take my chances with...
BOOM!
A second shot went sailing past me, taking out three or four gnomes on the ground.
"I'm gonna kill you, Boy."
Yeah, gnomeville it is, I guess. I took off in a sprint, dodging the little ceramic fucks as I ran for my life, running straight for the side of the house that was farthest away from the gnomes and the fucking pissed off daddy with a shot gun.
He shot again, this time taking out a gnome in a bikini. In some fucked up act of god, that little bastard's head went sailing towards me. (You might want to look away for the next part people 'cause that fucking gnome hit me where the sun don't shine. That's right, that little asshat gnome's hat went straight up my pooper.) You'd think that would've stopped me, but no. I ran like a fucking mad man, with a gnome hat shoved up between my ass cheeks, hoping and praying to God that I survived the night. When I reached her fence, the little cheeky gnome lost his grip and went crashing to the ground. The little bastard left his mark, though, because I could feel the air kissing my back end. This was one time I was thankful for buns of steel.
In one giant leap, I vaulted over the fence, missing his next shot as it blew a hole through the fence's strong wood. It was all I needed to get away because before he had a chance to take shot number four. I had my bike started and was already backing out of the driveway.
Lisa came running up to me, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Does this mean I get a second date?" she asked in bewilderment.
By this time, Buck Shot Bill had gotten the attention of his saintly neighbor and the sheriff. Fuck no she doesn't get a second date.
"Sweetheart, I just got shot at with a shotgun and violated by one of your creepy ass gnomes. Consider this our one and only date. It's been fun, but this is one Switchy who values his life. But you can keep the panties, consider it something to remember me by."
With those parting words, I backed out of her driveway, and was racing down the street in the rain. Not caring if I wrecked. It was definitely a night I'll always remember, and do you want to know the crappiest part of the whole ordeal, my sexy little sweet butts? I had to ride the whole way home with a goddamn red condom strapped to my cock. Nothing says you had a rough night than coming home with your dick looking like the star of a horror film wrapped in plastic.
Well, that's it for now, my beautiful Sweet butts. Join me tomorrow for the next installment of The Valentine Auction dates.
Always in your dreams,
Switchblade.
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