Hello all you Switchblade lovers, haters, and future masturbaters,
It is time for your weekly dose of me, Switchblade, the man you can't stop thinking about. Just ask April, she's been all over my dick since last week when I rocked her world and she tried to plug my ass . . . The girls can't get enough of me, I tell you and my ass hasn't been the same since she left.
You may be asking yourself, "Why does Switchblade like getting his dick wet in so many women?"
The answer is simple . . . I love pussy. I love the way it feels, I love the way it tastes, and I love fucking it raw. But enough about my pussy obsession, it's time to get your panties wet if they aren't already.
Speaking of panties, I got to tell you about the time I met this chick in a fucking pool hall and had her panties wet with one fucking kiss . . .
Wet 'N' Wild Wednesdays is what I like to call Ladies night at the local pool hall. When I get sick and tired of the same pussy, I like to go on the prowl--a fucking wolf looking for a unsuspecting sheep to devour. I strolled into the pool hall not even bothering to stop and say hi to Jonesy the pool hall owner who was standing by the door. We had our own table, and Jonesy knew better than to give it to anyone else. It was in the corner of the room, the perfect place to scope out all the potential pussy I could claim. Unfortunately, the pool hall was crawling with dicks that night. Every fucking biker within a ten mile radius was there looking to score a piece of ass. Ladies night had turned into a fucking twig and berry festival, and my dick was ready to revolt against me for bringing him here. Disappointed in my pickings, I started a game with Ice and Riptide, hoping that the pussy Gods would smile down on me and bring in some fresh sheep for me to consume.
I got my wish thirty minutes later when crowd of women walked into the hall and stopped dead in their tracks.
Yes, thirty bikers were looking their way, six sheep circled near the door surrounded by a pack of wolves ready to pounce. I expected them to retreat, but one of them stepped forward and took the lead, buying a table for her and her friends.
My dick immediately noticed the way her jeans hugged her ass, it also was twitching over her low cut top that showed off way too much cleavage. Yeah, he was fucking ready to become a hotdog. Nothing better than settling between two round sweater pups and ramming your cock home. But as my dick pictured all the different ways he could spend fucking her tonight, my eyes couldn't leave hers.
Round, green, and incredibly mesmerizing. Her eyes sized me up as she made her way across the room before settling at the table directly across from mine.
Her friends nervously followed her in, eyes darting around the room at all the hungry males ready to tear them apart.
I didn't give a fuck what any of her friends looked like; I just wanted the one that wasn't afraid to walk into a pool hall full of bikers, bend over a pool table, and stroke a stick like she was stroking a cock.
Ice elbowed me and grinned. "Which one you got your eyes on?"
"The green eyed one. The one with dark brown hair I'm gonna pull, a low cut top I'm gonna shred in two, and a pussy I'm going to destroy."
Ice laughed. "What's your game plan?"
Right now my game plan was only to watch her play. You gotta observe your prey before striking.
She bent over the table, titties brushing the rough green fabric, cleavage creating that perfect gap fit for fucking. She caught my gaze, running the stick between her slender fingers back and forth as her tongue wet her juicy lips. I expected her to mess up her shot, being so distracted by my gaze, but just before she hit the cue ball, she fucking winked, sending my cock into overdrive.
"I'm gonna fuck her, Ice. One fucking wink and I'm already hooked for the puss."
Ice laughed. "Well, now's your chance. She's heading toward the bathroom."
My eyes swiveled her way. Sure as shit, miss hottie brunette was strutting her fine ass to the bathroom making sure to look my way just before she disappeared down the hall.
When I saw three other guys start walking after her, I knew I had to make my move.
"I'll be back."
I fucking hurried toward the bathroom, pushing myself in front of the guys who dared to go after my girl. When they noticed my cut, my size, and the determined look in my eye, they all turned around and went back to their tables. Fucking Pussies.
I stood outside the women's bathroom door, listening to her hum something. When I realized she was humming "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard, I knew I had a chance. No woman hums that song without thinking sex while she does it. I was going to pour some sugar on her, and some seed if she wasn't careful.
The toilet flushed, the sink faucet turned on, and I took my place, waiting for my prey to walk through the door. When she opened the door she was staring at her phone, scrolling through a text message. "Fucking, cheating Asshole," she mumbled. She was so consumed with her thoughts that she didn't even notice me until her head met my massive chest.
"Oaf, there's a chest there," she mumbled, nervously looking up into my face. "And I'm so glad it's your chest," she giggled.
I stared at her lips, imagining how'd they look wrapped around my cock. She must've noticed my enamored stare, cause she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, obviously teasing me.
"You're good with a stick," I finally managed to say.
"I've handled enough of them to know how to make them sink." The dirty innuendo hit me straight in the balls.
"I'm Laura," she stated sticking out her hand.
"Switchblade," I growled, unable to knock the image of me sinking my stick into her pocket that kept invading my mind.
"Well, I better get back to my friends." She started to walk past me, but I stuck out my arm, slamming it against the wall.
"What other kind of sticks are you good at handling?"
She looked up at me and I couldn't tell if it was fear or intrigue in her eyes.
"Whatever stick life throws at me."
Before she had time to react, my mouth crashed down hers, claiming that teasing tongue as a hostage in my mouth. She didn't fight me, probably because she knew she couldn't.
Her hands wrapped around my thick neck and I grabbed her hip hoisting her up until her legs were wrapped around my waist.
"I just got out of a relationship," she mumbled into my lips.
"Good," I grunted, "because I'm an amazing rebound fuck."
She didn't protest when I walked her back into the bathroom, or put up a fight when I locked the door and boxed her in between my massive arms. No. Laura was down for whatever tonight because whatever Joe Blow just fucking cheated on her left her hot, horny, and ready for a revenge fuck.
"We gotta make this fast," she whispered, her lips melding over mine. "My friends will come looking if I'm gone too long."
"You seem like the type of girl that deserves for it to be slow, but since I'm feeling rather giving tonight, how about we get straight to the fun stuff?"
My hands kneaded her breasts, squeezing her soft pillows as my tongue and lips seduced her. She moaned against my mouth, fingers digging into my hair as my teeth grabbed the flesh of her bottom lip and took a playful bite.
"Fuck," she moaned, when my fingers unbuttoned her pants and dove into her panties.
"Damn, Laura, you're fucking wet as hell."
"Hot bikers get me every time."
My fingers tickled her entrance, flirting with the outer layer of her clit until she was begging for more.
"Are you gonna keep dancing with my clit or are you going to fucking own it?"
Her desperate words only fueled my need to claim her. My thumb rubbed her clit, massaging that nub until she was bucking against my hand. She'd probably cum right here on my fingers, but I had to give her a taste. You can't just fuck a pussy without tasting it first.
I dropped to my knees, taking her tight jeans down her thighs until they imprisoned her ankles in denim shackles. The sound my hands made as they smacked underneath her thighs made my cock jump in my pants. She watched me attentively as I lifted her up the wall until I could duck my head between her thighs. Now her legs were wrapped around me like a necklace. Her jeans kept her ankles held together, her body bending in an unnatural angle, as my mouth dove in for the first taste.
A single swipe of my tongue sent her over the edge and I tasted her arousal wet the tip of taste buds. "Fuck, Laura, if my tongue has you cumming that fast, what the fuck is it going to do when I fucking pummel this sweet pussy with my cock?"
She grabbed my hair and pushed my head deeper in between her folds. "Fucking keeping going, Asshole. That was just the first firework, you got like nine more until the finale." Her analogy to the Fourth of July only made me more desperate to sink my dick in her. My flag was ready for her attention.
She balanced her weight against the wall, fingers digging into the knots and scratches of the old wood paneling. She moaned as my tongue slid between her crease, until it was deep inside of her. Her body quivered as my tongue rolled in and out of her, fucking her like my dick was aching to do. This was just a fucking appetizer for what was to come. What I had in store for her would suffice her appetite for weeks.
"You sure you want to do this? I mean you are about to fuck a big bad bike in a pool hall bathroom? You kinda strike me as to good for a one-night stand, Sweetheart."
Laura's eyes bore into mine. "If you don't stop talking and get to fucking, I'll go find someone out there willing to get the job done."
Her words were an instant challenge.
I forced her legs open even wider, maneuvering my body so I could fit my massive shoulders and chest through the small hole between her legs, when I realized I need more leverage, I pulled off one of her pants legs, and placed her briefly back on the floor.
"That's it?"
She watched my hand as it reached into my back pocket, pulled out the golden ticket to her pussy and slid down my jeans. No use undressing. This chick wanted it fast and furious and I was about to go full throttle inside her tunnel and drive my engine home. The shiny wrapper of the condom crinkled under my fingers, as I ripped it in half and sheathed the beast that had been patiently waiting its turn.
"No, baby, not until you explode on my cock."
I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up the wall again, using her back to hold her in place as I draped both of her beautiful legs over my arms, and angled her pussy so it was at the perfect spot.
"It's time to get fucking Switched," I told her, ramming my cock inside her cum filled pussy.
Her eyes widened as I pumped inside her, body sliding up and down the wall with each manic thrust. I usually didn't kiss when I fucked, but there was something about Laura's mouth that just made me desperate.
"Fuck," she mumbled, her aroused words cut off by my tongue that invaded her mouth, and my lips that played with her swollen pout. Her fingers clawed my arms, legs slapping against my ass as my cock destroyed her pussy for any man that dared to try and pleasure her afte this. She didn't give a fuck that this was a one time thing. She wanted a rebound and I was hell bent to fucking score the winning shot for her.
"I'm gonna cum again," she screamed, when my strides got slower, more penetrating and deeper.
"But you can't cum yet, Laura. We haven't even reached your finale."
Her eyes widened when I pulled out of her and carried her over to the sink. Her shaking legs were carefully put on the ground and I spread them wide until she was bent over and ready for me.
I met her half-lidded green eyes through the dirty mirror. I could tell she was tired, but I needed more. I wanted her to see those fireworks and what better way to send her over the edge than to watch herself getting fucked from behind by the fucking legend that is Switchblade. She bent at the waist, creating that perfect ninety degree angle you need when fucking a woman standing up.
"Keep those eyes open, baby, because the next time you close them you're gonna see your fucking fireworks. Time to take the winning shot and slide this stick into your pocket so I can win this game . . ."
You didn't think I'd actually give you a full play by play, did you? Gotta save some things for the imagination.
Remember to keep those pussies wet for me ladies, because maybe next week, it will be your time to get Switched.
Always in your dreams.
Switchblade.
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