Clue Me In

“You totally nailed that wave, Soarin!” Rainbow Dash goes for a high five.

“Oh mah Lordy!” Apple Jack says as she sees the hotel up close and in person.

“Yep, here is where we are residing for a couple weeks!” Soarin tells his two friends. “I think our ladies are still caught up at the Spa… let’s check out the bar in here!”

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“Oh snap, Dash! That was quite a story!” Soarin sweats from being overly excited. “Though, A.J., that story of yours, whew! Both of you!”

“Haha, you’re just a regular guy inside that extraordinary exterior of yours with fantasies and such!” Dash says taking a sip of her Malibu Coconut Rum with Pineapple.

“Ah’ll tell ya what, Soarin…” Apple Jack starts up a proposition. “If ya can tell us a story that can out beat the one’s we just told you of the past week… we’ll buy out all the rounds!”

Dash’s jaw drops but takes on the challenge if Soarin agrees. And, of course he did. “DEAL!” Soarin had said. “So the last time I had some is what I’m going to tell you about… and that was earlier today, last night? Anyway, it was before our flight here to London…”

“We’re a listenin!” Apple Jack says facing Soarin and raising her hand up for a refill.

“Yeah! We’re all ears!” Dash punches Soarin playfully on his arm. “We won’t interrupt you once!”

Soarin takes a sip of his drink and stretches. “Okay. It was right before the airport. All of us had to meet at the Wonderbolt Academy to go altogether on the plane. Spitfire and I got there first. We got there 3 hours before we had to. You know? To make sure things will be okay for the half a month we’re gone. She unlocked the door and turned on the lights. I went to check on the outside obstacle course.

When I got into the building I called for her. No response! So I went to the office and poked my head in and I was like ‘Oh, there you are, Babe!’ All she wore was a trench coat and her back was facing me. She ordered me to shut the door behind me and lock it in her drill sergeant voice. I did as I was told. She, then, went back to her normal voice and was like ‘How do you like your women, Soarin?’ That’s when I knew we were role playing. I pretended to stutter by saying ‘I, uhhh… don’t ummm… know how to, irrr answer that question! So sorry, Miss Spitfire!”

She turns around and strokes my arm purring at me saying ‘Do you like them naked?’ I continued to play back still stuttering ‘Ummm, well, you, see, I, irrr… any man would love them naked but I am on duty right now!’

‘Good! AWESOME! Your duty is to satisfy me!’ she states in a serious tone. I looked over at the desk and noticed that the Hard Apple Cider from your orchard, Apple Jack, was opened! So I said, ‘Why Miss Spitfire, you’ve been drinking… I don’t know if I should take advantage of you!’

She starts to unbutton my ruffled shirt. ‘Oh, I’ve been drinking but I’m sober enough to know I want you!’

‘I can’t do it. I could get into massive trouble. Or, what if you regret this in the future?’ I said.

‘I’m your boss, haha! I know what I want and I want to fuck you now! Right NOW! I can’t wait anymore. No more of this role playing foreplay!’ she out right said to me.

All of a sudden, my phone vibrated as she was up against me. She moaned real loud to the touch of the vibration. I said I had to answer that cause it was Fleetfoot and Rapidfire. She grumbled but paused regardless. Her face lit up when I told her that they were in traffic and we had the whole building to ourselves a whole extra hour… though we kept it in the office.

She finishes undressing me within seconds and I rose up to kiss her and was greeted with her lustful tongue. Our breaths turned heavy as we licked and sucked each other’s mouth. I slipped the trench coat right off her and started groping her breaking the kiss to dive for a nipple. Spitfire wraps her legs around me letting me feast for awhile. Then, when she decided I had enough of that, she guided me to the next nip!

At that point, I was sex drunk because, she was on the rag last week… I didn’t have any for that long leaving me simmering for it. ANYWAY, I was still servicing her breasts by tugging on them with my lips. She spread her legs open to invite my member inside her. I had to make her wait. I had to make her yearn for that. So I dropped on to my knees. I rubbed my cheek on her feathered pubes. All I thought of was Heaven as I reveled in her musk. I sucked over the top and munched my way down. I grabbed her hands and placed them on my head to give her a handle to hold on to while she took this wild ride.

Spitfire knew there was no stopping me now. I had given her the chance to change her mind but she refused to hear it. I was headed for her heat. I readied myself to feel what she had been churning over for the entire ride. She pushed my head and forced me lower and when I was at her slit… she yanked me by my hair onto her love cave! I took the hint and sucked her in, no more foreplay. My little vixen of a girlfriend was bitterly sweet as I tasted her warm juice on my tongue. She shook my head with her hand while her lower lips melted in my mouth. Tugging and sucking, I took more juice and felt her buck into my face.

Spitfire started to boil over and demanded more and more. This whole scenario had been one of anticipation and I wasn’t going to deny her what she wanted all along since I really needed it as well. I stuck my tongue out as far as it could come out… she kept raising her hips up at me continuously bucking my mouth. She screamed her orgasm all over my face!

I was so shocked at the force of that orgasm! She told me who was boss by that! I had to grip her by her ass to stay on target! As she released her lust into my mouth, I felt the heat in my throat to my loins. It was such a turn on to be able to render such pleasure to a woman. Spitfire took her ride as long as she could go and handle. She shuddered in the end, hardcore! The grip of hers on my hair had let go, she leaned backwards reflecting an afterglow. I had to catch her.

We both looked at each other. We marveled at our performance. However, apparently… that was just act one. I didn’t know that was just an intermission. Spitfire pushed me onto the office chair. She crawled to me and grabbed my ridged cock. She bent over to feed it to herself. Settling in, she stroked it and sucked it. I start to gasp and lifted up a little. Though, you know me… I’m a gentleman. I brushed her hair from her face and my crotch and held it back for her. She bobbed up and down, taking more and more with each thrust.

I was ready to burst! I was pretty much serviced to the point of explosion! I begged Spitfire to not finish me off. She rose up and kissed me. She turned around and took the doggie position, straddling the hump in the middle. It was the only good position possible with me sitting in that chair! I took the queue and slid the chair forwards directly behind her. I grabbed my throbbing shaft and rubbed it in her slit. She moaned at its touch. I joked with her asking if I should put a condom on still teasing her with the tip of my penis head. I didn’t put one on… we’re trying to have a baby actually… but don’t tell anyone. Your ladies will flower her with a different type of attention and things get into girl’s heads when it comes to baby talk… no offense…

Okay, okay… the story is almost over… really…

She was like ‘No! Fuck me raw!’ She demanded it actually. So, I started rubbing her clit. When I reached her hole, that’s when I popped myself inside really hard and deep. I pulled out and repeated. She called me an asshole jerk for being a tease. So the third time doing that I just forced it in and pulled it out and in again, increasing speed.

Before long, I wasn’t even thrusting upwards. She was bouncing up and down. I purposefully pulled out and rubbed her clit left and right and just as abruptly I shoved my penis back inside her. Torture, just pure torture… Spitfire wanted more but I wasn’t giving it. She was forced to cum with only my cock head to do it. No amount of effort could cram more of my meat into her but she tried really hard. I pulled it out again and rubbed her clit as she trembled. I placed myself back inside her again. She started to sob and collapsed her chest on the desk and her ass still in my arms.

I slowed my pace down stroking her ass waiting for her sobs to fade. When Spitfire calmed down, I decided to play and tease her with my thumb while I kept my own self hard by stroking myself. She reacted and knew what I was doing. She had her breather and rose again to take me in one more time.

I was still being the asshole jerk doing the same thing I was prior to the short lived break. And she begged me with the single word of ‘PLEASE’. So, I let her have all of it. She felt the rush of my meat cramming into her. She instinctively arched her back. The force was so great. My balls hit her clit with a slap and tingles raced from her groin to her tits. I heard her say ‘MY GOD!’ as I held it inside of her which felt like forever. Once she was accustomed to the invasion, I grinded it into her then backed it out and did it again.

I savoured every inch of her sheath. She was going to take all of me and take it with force. She wanted it. To be fucked is what she wanted and fucked is what I provided her with. I went faster, speeding both of us into paradise. I had no choice but to drive my manhood in with extreme speed.

Spitfire took it. She took the pace. Her clit heated up and puckered with each hard kiss of my balls. She welcomed it. She needed it. She was getting it. It turned into a brutal scene. Her ass stung, her clit burned, her tits ached from the caressing of act one.

A wail started from somewhere, me or her, who knows. It was quiet at first but it got louder. It peaked in pitch and pierced out ears, going nowhere in the sound proof office. Another yell joined in and both our sounds mingled. One no louder than the other, both heard the screams of ecstasy as our work yielded the pleasure. Like any siren the sound dwindled but then turned into small shrieks and grunts.

I felt her pussy trembling on my shaft and wondered if it was more like a quiver. I know, stupid me, in the middle of sex I debate about something like that. But at that point it really didn’t matter cause just then my own hips shuttered as well. Spitfire could only spasm and pant at that moment. Her senses had left her in a moment of Zen. The cum shooting inside her twat, the force of my ramming, and the sounds of our screaming were all she remembered after the grand finale as her nerves trembled with exhaustion.

I knew I had another round in me… but I didn’t think Spitfire wanted it. So I went back into roll playing mode and said in her ear ‘Are you satisfied or do you want more?’

All she got out was ‘It’ll do.’ And she closed her eyes and rested.

All of a sudden we heard the intercom on her desk asked me, ‘WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO SPITFIRE!?’ and lots of giggles. The monitor room was the only thing I didn’t turn off and couldn’t turn off just for safety purposes while we’re gone!

The End.”

“Oh my God…” Dash says.

Apple Jack was floored. “Ah guess we are ta pay the tab!”

“Oh! This is what I sent Spitfire just before the plane took off!” Soarin showed off the picture on his phone. “Don’t worry… I’m paying for everything, your stories in my mind still out beat mine… and I just aroused myself again.”

“Let me see too!” Vinyl Scratch says from behind the three sitting at the bar and gets their attention. “Do I get a drink for listening?”

Soarin turns around and shows the new comer. “When did you get here?”

Vinyl answers “Oh, you know… the very beginning of the story!” she smirks.

“Yer face looks mighty glossy!” Apple Jack observes her friend.

“Your hair is all wet and everything!” Dash added.

“I left. The talk was becoming way too girly for me! And so I ventured off because I was told you three were here and I figured the bar! Ha ha!” explains Vinyl.

“Well, you definitely need that drink… I am not even going to ask how long you lasted with all that gossip stuff!” Soarin waves for the bartender. “Ugh. Where is this guy?! We need to find a liquor store!”

“I have a joke, while we wait for the guy to come back.” Vinyl says.

“Let’s hear it!” Dash says with lots of interest.

“Man who feels inside pockets… feels money, feels rich. Man who feels holes inside pockets… feels BALLS!” Vinyl says starting to laugh with the others. “It’s more like an ASIAN proverb. Ah ha… my girlfriend is so damn Asian it’s cute!”