I'm a good guy. I like to help people out when they need me. So, when Quinn approached me about posing as a model for one of her covers, I was all over that shit. Not only was I going to be the image horny women pictured in their mind while inserting digits into their spank banks, but it gave me the opportunity to go with her to book signings. Let me tell you, if there's one place Switchblade thrives, it's in the room with a bunch of book-loving women. One particular signing gave me the experience of a lifetime. I'd like to tell you about the time that Quinn dragged me to a Las Vegas book signing and I got it on with a little Cougar named Darlene.
Quinn hasn't written many books, so color me surprised when we ended up taking over three hundred books to this signing. I thought she was being a little presumptuous, she said it was because the ladies were going to love me and want me to sign their books. I didn't believe her until I saw the flock of females in the lobby yammering away about all the hot models they were going to meet. I must admit, my cover was pretty spectacular, and the second the horny females saw me, it was like a pack of hyenas were ready to devour me.
"Hello," a cute little blonde said to me, giggling when I threw her a smile.
"Why hello there, beautiful." I took a step toward her when Quinn grabbed my arm and shook her head.
"Hold your horses, Casanova, you gotta help me with all these books."
"Sorry, beautiful, I gotta help her with some stuff, maybe I'll see you later."
"I look forward to it, Big Boy," she said, throwing me a flirtatious wink.
"You're incorrigible," Quinn growled, throwing some boxes in my hand.
"What can I say? The ladies love them some Switchblade."
"They don't know any better. Besides, you're mine for the next two days. You're going to have very little down time. You're my man candy for the weekend, and you're here to sell me some books, not smash every pussy that looks your way."
"That's no fun."
"I think you'll enjoy it. Trust me, Switchy, there isn't a woman coming to this signing that's not going to be picturing you naked and wanting to bob your meat popsicle."
"I like that. I'll have my pick of ladies. Who will I bring to bed? A cute little blonde? A fiery red-head? What about a gorgeous ebony goddess. I'm open to everyone."
"Do you have any limits when it comes to pussy?"
"Nope, I'm an equal opportunity pussy lover."
Quinn rolled her eyes. She gets disgusted with how much sex I have. I'm convinced it's because she doesn't get enough. Secretly she wants me, she doesn't want to admit it.
"Come on, Switchy, we got shit to do."
Quinn kept me incredibly busy for most of the day, the signing wasn't supposed to be until the next afternoon, so around eleven when I told her I'd be asleep, I crept down into the lobby of the hotel to get a drink and gamble.
Despite being open twenty-four hours, the casino had a major lack of females. I tried to flirt with a few of the cocktail waitresses but none of them were interested. I was sitting there at the bar, drinking my sexually frustrated woes away, when all of the sudden a group of giggling older women walked in.
"Hello, ladies," I said, tipping my glass to them.
The women seemed surprised that I was even talking to them, one of them smiled brightly at me and said, "Hell, handsome, why you down here drinking by yourself?"
"Well, I was hoping to score some pussy, but most of the ladies seem to be either out enjoying the town or sleeping."
The woman laughed. "Well, youngin', If I wasn't old enough to be your momma, I'd take you up on that offer."
For her age, the woman wasn't bad looking at all. She had bright hazel eyes, a friendly smile, and pretty features. That gave her that sophisticated older woman look. She was the epitome of a cougar, and that was one feline I had yet to experience in the bedroom.
"Pussy is pussy. The age of it doesn't matter. I've heard it's like a fine wine, only gets better with age. Can I buy you a drink?"
She seemed intrigued by the fact I wasn't opposed to fucking her, and sat down next to me, waving her friends off. "What brings you to Las Vegas?" I asked her.
She blushed. "Let's just say I'm on a business trip."
"Me too. My employer told me I had to go to sleep, but a man like me can't sleep unless he's been thoroughly fucked beforehand." I threw her a wink.
The bartender brought her over a margarita, and she immediately began sipping on the icy beverage.
"So, you're part of a motorcycle club?" she asked eyeing my cut. "That's your cut right? That patch right there makes you Vice President?"
"Very good. You know your bikers."
"Done my research," she said, leaving the conversation vague and open.
We chatted for an hour about bikes and the club, before I even realized it'd gone by. It was then I realized I didn't even know her name.
"What's your name, Sweetheart?"
"Darlene, what's yours, Youngin'?" She threw me another wink. It was starting to be a joke between us, the age difference. She was in her fifties and I was in my thirties. There was at least twenty years between us.
"Curtis, but my club calls me Switchblade. That's the name I prefer to go by. People who call me Curtis end up badly injured or dead."
She chuckled, probably thinks I was kidding, but I was dead serious."
"Well, Switchblade, it's getting late and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, I better get up to my room. Thanks for the drink." Her friends were long gone. Why they would leave her alone with a hunter like me, I have no idea. But it's obvious they think she has nothing to worry about. I may not be looking for money, but I do have every intention on scoring some cougar ass before I go to bed.
"Darlene, wait. Look, I know I'm young enough to be your son, but you and I seem to get along great and it's always been a fantasy of mine to find out if the saying is true, that older women know how to get the job done. Wanna be my test subject?"
Her eyes widen. "Honey, you don't want me. I'm a grouchy old woman."
"You're a beautiful older woman, who I enjoyed spending time with. It would be a shame for either of us to go to bed unsatisfied tonight."
"You're cute, but it's been so long, I don't even know if I'd be any good at it anymore."
"Think of it as riding a bike, but instead of riding it you'll be riding me."
She stared at me like I was a strange or had something growing on my face. "You're serious?"
"Like a heart attack."
Her nose scrunched up. "Honey, at my age we don't joke about that kind of thing."
I chuckled. "Sorry. Well, Darlene, you interested in knocking out some cobwebs and taking a young buck for a spin?"
She looked around the bar like she was expecting someone to pop out with a hidden camera, when no one jumped out, she nodded her head. "You know, I think I could use some pep in my step tomorrow. Just don't break me. I'm a fragile."
"Darlene, I'll handle you like I handle my balls, with tenderness, love, and affection." That comment got a giggle.
I took her hand and led her to the elevators. A few drunk patrons stared at us strangely, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to earn my Cougar stripes. When we got up to my floor, she hovered outside my door for a few minutes as if she was afraid to come in.
"Darlene, don't be scared. I only bite if you want me to."
She smiled shyly, and allowed me to lead her in the room. The second we were behind closed doors, Darlene changed. The shy, easy-going, fun woman disappeared and a more intense woman presented herself.
"Get on your fucking knees," she ordered.
"Excuse me?"
Darlene growled at me. Placing two firm hands on my shoulders and lowering me to my knees. "You wanted a real woman, Curtis, well this woman doesn't play nice in the bedroom. I'm in charge. When you address me it will say"Yes madam" and that's it. Do you understand, you petulant man child?"
"Man child? Petulant? Come on, Darlene, I'm no . . ." she silenced me with a slap across the face.
"How did I tell you to address me, Boy?"
"Did you just slap me?"
"UNDRESS!" she snapped. "Do not anger me, Curtis. Naughty boys don't get to cum when they're bad."
My dick was fucking hard as a rock. Despite the sudden slap across my face, Dominant Darlene had my dick hard and ready. I quickly pulled off all my clothes until I was on my knees and naked before her.
"Good, boy. Now turn around and let Madam Darlene, punish you for your insubordinate behavior."
I don't know why, but I turned around, allowing her to spank my ass with her palm. The sting sent shock waves to my cock and I almost cummed just from her contact. She followed that first slap with eight more, and every single slap was like someone had my cock and was squeezing it like a udder. I never let anyone order me around like this, but Darlene, fuck Darlene had some weird dominance about her that made me want to submit.
"Turn around," she demanded. I whipped around and found Darlene almost naked. She was wearing a leather bra with studs, black, crotchless, lace panties, whichhad garters attached to black thigh highs. It was a fucking beautiful sight.
"Now you will pleasure me until I tell you to stop, Curtis. Do a good job and you'll get spanked again. Do a bad job and you'll get spanked again."
Either way, the odds of being spanked were definitely in my favor. Maybe it was the drinks I had, but for some reason, Switchy wanted to be submissive that night. She grabbed my man bum and shoved my face between her legs, forcing me to taste her pussy.
Yeah, there were no cobwebs inside of her. It was obvious Darlene knew exactly what she was doing, and when I didn't do what she wanted, she'd slap me. My cheeks were so red with her hand prints that I couldn't feel them anymore. I just wanted to pleasure her. To feel what it would be like to conquer such a strong woman.
"Sheath up, I ain't getting no fucking disease."
"Yes, Darlene," I stuttered. Another snap across the face made me correct what I said. "Yes, Madam."
She watched me attentively with intimidating eyes. Waiting for me to hurry up. I grabbed a condom from my pants, quickly put it on, and followed her to the bed.
She laid across my comforter and opened her legs. "You can fuck me now, Curtis."
I didn't even care that she kept calling me Curtis, all I wanted was to satisfy her and please this older woman who shocked the heck out of me. The second I slid inside her, she moaned, her whole body shuddering beneath me. She felt amazing, almost too amazing. Maybe it was all the fucking spanking and slaps, but the second I felt her pussy clench around mine, I came like a two pump chump, only I didn't even get two pumps in. It was slide in and explode.
HOW FUCKING EMBARRASSING IS THAT?
She smirked. "It's always the young ones that can never get the job done."
"I'm so sorry... this... this has never happened before."
She rolled her eyes. "Get on your fucking back."
"I don't know if I can go again..." I said, rolling to my back.
Another smack was placed on my body, this time on my chest, and it had my cock aching all over again. "You will go again. You will not leave your Madam dissatisfied. You wanted a real woman, Switchblade, and you're gonna get her."
She crawled on top of me and slid my cock inside her pussy. "Curtis, now watch real close, I'm going to show you what happens when you leave a woman to do a man's job . . ."
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Yeah, I'm gonna leave the rest to your imagination because what I experienced that night with Dominant Darlene I will never forget. But there is one other part of the story you should all know.
The next day, bruised, exhausted, and practically broken, I made my way downstairs to help Quinn with her signing. All day, I was forced to take pictures with horny women. My cheek was bruised with the aftermath of Darlene's wrath, a constant reminder of the cougar who broke me in. As the day was winding down and most of the crowd departed. Quinn and I were packing up hertable when she said, "Oh, Switchblade, come with me, I have an author friend who is dying to meet you and talk about getting you on one of her covers."
The idea of getting another cover deal had my attention, but when Quinn and I stopped in front of a table and those familiar Hazel eyes met mine, I dropped to my knees.
"What the hell are you doing?" Quinn asked, looking at me like I just lost my mind.
A familiar smirk crossed Darlene's face, and then I hear a chuckle from behind me. It was one of Darlene's friends, a fellow author named Liberty.
"Don't worry, Quinn, he's okay. It looks like Dominant Darlene has struck again. When that woman wants to research something she goes all out."
"Research?" I asked warily."
Darlene laughed. "Yeah, for my next book that I want you to be on the cover of. I'm calling it, The Cougar and the Submissive Biker. Has a nice ring to it don't you think?"
Quinn laughed, then turned to me. "I'm assuming you did something last night other than go straight to bed, Switchy."
An evil grin crossed Darlene's face. "Yeah, Quinn, you could say that. You could say that Switchy wanted to catch a cougar, but cougar caught him . . ."
And that, my loving Sweet Butts, is why Switchblade, will never, ever, fuck another author. Not only will they put your sexual encounters in a book, but behind closed doors those bitches be CRAZY!
Until next time, my beautiful Sweet Butts.
Always in your dreams,
Switchblade.
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