Switchblade: The Sweet Butt Chronicles Volume 2

Hello all my Sweet Butt beauties,

It is I, Switchblade, here to bring you my latest Sweet Butt Chronicle for your mouse clicking pleasure. No need to keep those jaws sitting on the floor. I got a cock that would look pretty amazing sitting in between those pretty little lips.

Damn . . . speaking of girls whose lips looked pretty around my cock . . . man do I have a story to tell.

April happens to be my favorite month, and I have this bucket list of ways I'd like to fuck before I die. One of the top things on my list is to fuck a girl who bears the same name of the month we're fucking in.

I got my wish this past April, when I found myself a pretty little piece of ass in the produce section of the grocery store. There I was fondling some melons, gauging whether Chrystal's double D's were bigger than the melons in my hand, when I saw her walk over to the eggplants.

I stared at her as she massaged one of the purple plants, her eyes squeezing shut, almost like she was deciding whether it would be the perfect fit.

I couldn't help myself. So I sauntered over to her, making sure I brought my melons with me.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I whispered, my husky voice dropping a few octaves.

Her eyes flew open and she took a step back, allowing me to take in her beautiful figure. I couldn't stare at her without undressing every item of clothing off her body with my eyes. She was wearing cute little overalls, a plaid puffy-sleeved shirt that stopped just below her breasts, and brown flats. Her eyes were a dark brown, that seemed full of questions as they wandered up my biceps and into my eyes.

"Excuse me?" she squeaked, an audible gulp following after.

"If you show me your eggplant, I'll show you my melons."

She looked at my hands, admiring how I could palm the massive fruit and almost fit my whole hand around it.

Her cheeks flushed, and all I could think about was how red I could make the rest of her body if she allowed me to take her back to my place to get Switched.

She stared at my cut, obviously intimidated by my size and reputation.

"Don't worry, baby. I may look rough around the edges, but when it comes to the bedroom I'm smooth and sweet."

The girl laughed, but I could tell she was still nervous. She hesitated, before fire danced in her eyes. "Maybe I like it a little rough. . . "

I can't help it. Women just want me. I wasn't even really trying today. I had my hair up in a messy man bun, the same shirt I wore yesterday, and tattered jeans with holes everywhere.

"I'm Switchblade."

"Switchblade?"

"Yeah, baby. When you're not looking, I flip my Switch and the blade is ready for penetration."

She rolled her eyes. "You kinda have a big ego don't you?"

"Maybe, or maybe everything about me is big." I wiggled my eyebrows, causing her to giggle. She ran a worried hand through her long brown hair, tugging and pulling on the ends as she fidgeted in place. The eggplant and melons had long since been forgotten.

I had her on the fence . . .

"I'm April," she finally said, extending a slender hand for me to shake.

"Unless you plan on taking that hand across my ass you best keep it to yourself. If I touch you I'm going to want to keep you." Yeah, I was laying it on thick, but she reminded me of a naughty school teacher, and I was ready for her to rule my dick.

"I'm not opposed to that idea," she whispered, looking around like someone might hear her.

"Well, if you're interested, my bike is outside, my dick is hard, and my motor is running."

April didn't even hesitate. That hand I rejected fit into my palm and she dragged me out of the store, straight to my bike in the parking lot.

I stopped her, "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"

She laughed. "Are you sure you know what YOU are getting yourself into?"

I had no idea what she meant, until she walked over to a tiny little car, and pulled out a back duffel bag from the trunk.

"What's that?"

"My bag of tricks," she replied, throwing me a flirtatious wink.

I didn't like the sound of that, but I hopped on my ride and handed her my helmet.

"No need. I like to live dangerously." The woman I met feeling up the eggplant was definitely not the same woman saddling behind me and currently feeling up my abs. I threw on my lid, and pulled on the throttle, racing down the road toward the clubhouse.

I had pussy to dive into.

Once I pulled into the clubhouse lot, she hopped off, and waited for me to lead her inside.

"I don't do small talk. So if you want to fuck me, let's get going."

This was new and exciting, I liked a girl who took charge. I walked her into the clubhouse and straight to my room. She stopped at the threshold, admiring my decor. I caught her staring at the giant painting of myself on the wall.

"You really are obsessed with yourself, aren't you?"

"Don't worry, for the rest of the night I'll be obsessed with you."

She grinned.

Yeah, April already loved me.

April dropped her bag on the bed and pulled out a rope, a blindfold, some handcuffs, and a plug.

"Those are some interesting toys, April."

She grinned. "The ropes, handcuffs, and blindfold are for me. The plug, well it's for you."

"Yeah, I don't think so. My ass doesn't like shit shoved up it."

April stood in front of me, and seductively undid the buckles of her overalls and removed her shirt.

"Please Switchy, for me?"

I stared at the plug like it was an alien ready to consume me. Was pussy worth having some little rubber bullet shoved up my ass?

Methinks not. But the rest of her toys looked pretty fun.

"How about I get you wet and tied up then we talk about the plug?" I reached behind her and removed her bra, the black lace pooled on the ground as her tits popped out to greet me. Melons... god did I love me some good melons.

My massive hands consumed those perky breasts, squeezing and teasing her tits that begged for a tongue to roll around them. I lifted her up dropping her onto the bed so I could grab a tit between my teeth a pull. Her fingers dug into my hair, ripping out the rubber band so she could pull and grasp my hair for support. Her erotic moans filled the room, legs parting so I could move my free hand down her body till it found her clit. She arched off the bed, slamming her pussy into my thumb as it brazenly brushed across her center.

"What's your favorite position?" I asked as my head maneuvered over the hills of her breasts, around her belly button, and followed her overall shorts down her hips until my mouth brushed over her slit.

"Doggy style," she moaned, reveling in how my tongue lapped up her arousal like a thirsty Labrador.

I eyed the ropes on the bed and my eyes danced with all a million possibilities. She was fully naked now, writhing on my sheets like she was dancing with the silky fabric.

"Do you trust me?" I asked seductively, burying my face in her pussy.

"No," she breathed. "But do your worst."

"My worst, is always my best."

I grabbed her by the ass, and flipped her body like she weighed nothing, until I had that pretty face buried in the pillows, and her pucker at the perfect position. I gently took her hands and pulled them behind her, locking them in the cuffs so they rested behind her knees and she was stuck in a caterpillar position--ass in the air, legs tight together, vulnerable and ready for my cock.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"Want me to put you in a different position?"

"No."

I took the rope and wove it around her ankles, tying a knot that I could barely get loose. Then as if she wasn't bound enough, I took the rest of the rope and lassoed it around her shoulders, leaving enough of a lead to pull her into position.

She hissed as I tugged the rein, letting her know exactly who was in control in this bedroom. She may have brought the toys, but I was the one running things. I quickly shed my clothing, allowing her to take me in as I dropped my boxers to the ground.

"Like what you see?"

"I'd like it even more if you showed me what you could do with it."

My hand slapped April's ass, it was hard and probably painful, but if it hurt her she didn't make a sound-- the only sounds out of her were moans of ecstasy. Slowly, I dragged my thumb across her pucker, playing with it as I ran the head of my dick along her slit.

"You're so pure, I bet I could take you without a rubber."

"Please don't."

"Why?"

"Cause you look like the type of man that's been around and I'd rather be safe than sorry."

Fair enough. She was probably right. I reluctantly reached into my drawer, pulling a condom from my stash, before sheathing my sword with it. It was time for this king to knight his queen.

"Are you ready to be Switched, April?"

April nodded. When she didn't make a sound I pulled on the rope, bringing her head closer so I could whisper in her ear.

"I said are you ready to be Switched?" I punctuated my question with a hard thrust of my cock, burying myself inside her warm pussy.

"Yes, she cried, when she realized there was no way to stop me from fucking her hard, fast, and furious. My cock slid in and out of her, each time my thrusts got harder and more needy.

Doggy style was my favorite position, but doggy style while hogtied was on a whole different level. My dick was already aching to bust a nut.

Her aroused screams echoed through the halls, as my hands gripped her hips and continued driving home. The more aggressive I got, the more vulgar her words became. I couldn't count how many times the words shit and fuck came out of those moaning lips.

Damn, Doggy Style and the angle always got to me. Good thing I'm not a one time guy. Once I blew my wad, I'd be up and roaring for round two--a round I planned to focus all my attention on April and her needs. Hell, I planned to fuck April the rest of the night, using all of her toys in whatever way I damn well pleased.

My final thrusts were even more aggressive, and when I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm, and when her moans and screams had me by the balls as she milked and clenched my cock with that sweet pussy, I pulled out . . .ripping off the damn condom so I could sprinkle her ass with my seed. This was one flower I was ready to water, and as my cum sprayed over her ass all I could think about was what fun we could have next.

"Did you really just take that condom off so you could coat me with your cum?" she asked in sexual frustration.

"Switchblade showers, help April's flower," I said, not able to hold back the low chuckle running through my body.

"Well, April's flower is feeling a little dehydrated."

"Don't worry, baby, I may have finished quick, but that's only because I was prepping you for what comes next."

I unhooked her cuffs and allowed her to work out the sexual kinks I twisted into her body. My cum looked amazing sliding down her skin. I reluctantly handed her a towel, and watched my abstract masterpiece get wiped away.

How disappointing.

April's frown slid into a sinister smile. "Okay, Switchy, now that you've had your fun, it's my turn." She held up the rubber plug and grinned. "Bend over and assume the position."

"Wait. What?"

"I took your shower, now you gotta take my plug. Are you afraid?"

"Fuck no."

"Then bend over and spread those tatted cheeks."

I may fucking regret this tomorrow, but damn if her confidence and dominance didn't turn me the fuck on. I turned around, slid my hands down my knees and assumed the position . . .

What? Did you actually think that this asshole would allow you to see his asshole get plugged? Yeah, not so much. Guess, you'll have to tune into another Chronicle to see what kind of sexual kinky things I do next.

Remind me to thank those melons and that eggplant tomorrow.

If it wasn't for them, I'd probably never have gotten to fuck April in April.

Goodnight my lovelies, and remember, Switchblade Showers help all girls flowers.

Always in your dreams,

Switchblade.