Potent Desire by Teresa Wolf



She dances like a working girl looking for tips. She waggles her firm, round ass in my face, spinning around, leaning forward, and pressing her mountainous tits together to give me full view of what awaits beneath the thin fabric of her see-through bra. She sinks down lower, her hands running up and down my thighs, and she licks her lips greedily.

“Do you like what you see, Baby?” she asks, leaning forward only enough to peck my lips. Her perfume stings my nostrils and her mouth tastes like an ashtray.

Tara Slater has all the makings of an excellent hooker, but I know she’s never worked a day in her life.

“More than you could imagine,” I lie, leaning back in my thin wooden chair. It’s instinctual, trying to cut myself off from the sweet stink that clouds around her. This whole situation is fitting, considering the shit motel we’re in. Not the usual luxuries I’m used to, but it serves a purpose.

“Then you’re going to love what comes next,” She bites her bottom lip, winking. Her hands cease their rubbing, and begin to work their way up to my zipper. Tara frees the length of my throbbing erection through the zip. I’m almost ashamed to have it. She’s not bad looking, with bright blue eyes and golden hair, pinned in a bun. She’s almost classy, even. But, the reasons I’m here are impure. The feeling of a woman’s touch sure does enough to arouse me, but I’m not going to pretend I want it to be Tara Slater.

I’m only here for the necklace around her neck. Rose gold, with a purple gem stuck inside. Her name’s etched into the back – a gift from her father on her 21st birthday.

She grips the base of my cock, before sucking the tip into her mouth. There’s no warning, and a yelp escapes me, through gritted teeth. Her slow bobbing back and forth intensifies to the point where her head’s moving at breakneck speed.

I grab a handful of her hair, guiding her along. My knees are weak, shaking even. If I was on my feet, I’d collapse to the ground. Another sudden spike of rapture tears through me, when her fist starts stroking me from the base to her lips. Up and down, she moves in perfect harmony, delivering excruciating pleasure.

In a different life, Tara might’ve made the perfect bang buddy. But, whatever god reigns supreme above, knows that this life, my life, is meant for one thing – being a lapdog. No time for personal pleasures, or fulfilling carnal desires; just work.

“Do you like that, Baby?” she asks.

I hate the way Baby leaves Tara’s mouth. I hate the word in general, unless talking about actual babies. Still, I answer as best I can while she works my head with her tongue. “It’s amazing.”

That’s not a lie, either, though – if it was – I’d have said it anyway.

“Well, it looks as if you’re all wet,” Tara says, getting off her knees and inching closer to me. “Guess what?”

“Go on, tell me,” I reply, running a hand up her thigh and her belly, before cupping her breast.

She lets out a moan, stepping closer, and running a hand through my hair. She leans in, pressing her lips against mine, kissing me deeply. Then her mouth runs along my cheek, down my jaw, and she nibbles my earlobe. “So am I,” she whispers, guiding the hand around her breast, and pulling it down between her legs.

I feel how soaked Tara is, through her lace panties, before I can touch her skin. She moans at my touch, thrusting herself against my fingers. I grab her ass with my free hand, firming my grip, and slide my fingers into her panties.

My hand glides over her moist, clean-shaven slit with ease. I find her delicate nub and she doesn’t hold back her bellowing. If I didn’t know how badly she wanted this, I’d reckon it was a sham, the way she’s carrying on.

It’s not long after my initial touch, that she stops me again. She’s eager and desperate for my cock. I suppose I should find it flattering, right? That a woman wants me so badly…

But how can I, knowing my reason for being here?

Tara doesn’t undress. She pulls aside the fabric covering her hole and straddles me as I sit on the chair. My manhood slides between her thighs, still soaked from her blowjob. I bite down, a guttural groan escaping from the back of my throat.

“You’re so cute when you moan like that,” Tara says.

“You’re pushing all the right buttons,” I reply.

Tara wraps her arms around my shoulders, lifting her body and letting it sink down again. The tight grip of her thighs around my shaft simulates the sensation of sex, and it’s driving me crazy. I need to hold it together – is only for a little longer. Take what I’m here for. A lot is riding on this moment, if you’ll excuse the pun.

I send my head forward, and bury it in her bosom, kissing, biting, and licking every soft inch of her skin. My hands dance up her back, unclipping the little clasp, freeing her tits from their confines. I slide my mouth over her puffy nipple and tug on it with my teeth. Tara’s hands run through my hair and she explodes in another fit of noise.

Tara’s moans are getting to me. They’re sending my head into a tailspin.

I push her off me and drop to my knees. The beds not a few meters away, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to finish. She looks at me from where she landed on the ground, eyeing me up and down.

“You like it rough, huh?” she asks. The devilish look in her eye, tells me she does, too.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“Then show me,” Tara gets back on her knees, trying to get closer to me.

I don’t let her. I stop her with a hand against the chest.

“Get on all fours and turn around,” I demand.

Tara’s eyes go wide at the order, but she’s not upset. More intrigued than anything else.

Good, that’s what I need. Obedience.

Once she’s on her knees, I position myself against her. My member slides against her smooth skin, before finding its destination. Tara’s body shudders at my touch. Gripping the base, I line it up with her entrance.

“Oh shit,” Tara whimpers.

I push my tip into her hole. It goes to show, you can always have a little pleasure with business.

I start slow, getting Tara’s sex used to my size. Before long, my thrusting intensifies, and I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back.

We fuck in silence, only the sound of our meat slapping together and her moans fill the room. I don’t lose sight of my mission, not even while I’m screwing her. As I continue to move in a continuous, fast, and hard rhythm, my hands go to work. They move from her head to the clasp of her necklace. I release it.

She doesn’t ask questions, she’s too lost in the moment. The second the necklace finds a place in my pants’ pocket, is when I know I’m done.

There’s no point stopping myself from slamming in and out of her. I might as well reach satisfaction, before finishing off my father’s dirty work. Taking a firm hold of Tara’s thighs, I pump harder. She whips her head back, choking noises echoing in the barely furnished motel room.

Her tightness squeezes my cock, and with every pump, I feel myself getting closer. Tara collapses forward, her face against the carpet, and a hand between her legs, stroking her clit.

“I’m gonna cum,” she shouts.

So am I. I don’t say it, though. I’ve never been much one for talking during sex. With one final pump, I pull out of her, grab my cock, and stroke it, until I deliver a load all over her back. Tara groans, and grins, looking over at me. Her body’s shaking and so is mine.

Without wasting a second to compose myself, I’m back on my feet, zipping my cock back up. Tara’s still on her back, rubbing her tits and looking up at me.

“That was incredible,” she says, biting her bottom lip.

“Sure,” I reply. I lift my suit jacket from the back of the wooden chair and pull it on.

I lift Tara’s handbag off the floor, pull it open, and start ruffling through the contents.

“What are you doing?” She sits up. There’s concern in her voice, and I can’t say I blame her.

I don’t respond until I have her cellphone and car keys in my hand. I drop her bag back where I found it.

“You try to call your father or to make any plans to leave this place, before morning and there will be trouble,” I say.

“What?” she asks, covering her naked chest with her arms. Suddenly Tara’s uncomfortable about my orders. She should be.

“Do you understand?” I ask. My voice is cold, monotonous.

Her blue orbs sparkle delightful terror, but a nod of her head confirms my request. She’d be foolish not to. After all, I’m the child of a high-ranking family just like Tara is. Only, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty at my father’s order.

This is the game we were born into, where every passing second is a rat race; a fight for survival. We eat the weak and leave nothing but ruin.

I head for the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” Tara jumps to her feet. “What is this about?”

I decline to answer and grab the doorknob. Before I can turn it, Tara’s hand grabs my shoulder, trying to pull me back towards her. In one quick motion, I slap her hand away, and I grab her face with a cupped hand. Her lips squish together in my grip, making her look like a fish.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, alright?”

I can see the fear in her eyes. Her nervousness is only amplified by my grip. Some grumble of fear erupts in her throat. If her mouth were free, she’d be screaming, now.

I give her a hard push, and she stumbles backward.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks. Her voice is weak and scared. She’s on the verge of tears.

There’s no way to suppress the chuckle that escapes my lips. “Because I’m going to fuck your dad, the way I did you.”

Maybe not the best choice of words, but it’ll do. Before she can ask any more questions, I leave.

I’ve got more important things to do than tend to some bimbo.