Bray Array: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

“I got a bike outside,” he said.

“What’s in for me?” Wilhemina asked him.

“A deep massage,” ‘Vic’ had answered. “And I’m not even Swede.”

That got her moist. “You hit all the right places?” she asked. “’Mina,’” Wilhemina said eyeing him.

“Beauty and attitude…” the guy smiled. “I’ll get you off the streets,” he said.

“I’m not that hard up,” Wilhemina said.

She glanced to her side and saw the biker-impersonator had left the café. He had jumped on his cycle. After he lit a cigarette and looked up, who he wanted to see was right at his side.

“’Wilhemina’ I take it, is your whole name? he said.

“It’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it?” she noted.

“Maybe,” he said.

Wilhemina swung a long leg behind the guy. Her rump settled neatly as she clasped her hands around his hips. “You’re one helluva lay… Aren’t you?” she said.

“How many men have fallen at your side ‘Amazon’?” he said.

“Careful. I might be an axe murderer,” she predicted.

“Of course you are.”

“What’s one more?” Mina had said.

The guy smiled a slow, heated grin.

***

Damn it if the rocker hadn’t told the truth. He was light years ahead from the lies Mina had told. Oren “Vic” Victor had her juices tapped and primed, and ready to flow. He had her corked on his tumescent erection, which was about as thick as his wrist. Mina checked her stomach in the floor-length mirror. She could see herself lulled to and fro by Vic’s hands in his immaculately decorated Rock Star crib.

Posters and concert photographs were framed in what must have been gold, and they lined the entire space. Vic had asked she strip off all her clothes and leave her heels on. Pretty cocky of him to presume she would, but he let his dick do all his talking, she discovered. Vic showed her a generous selection of women’s shoes following many a gratuitous shag of far too many babes to recount. She had no problem being the notch he poked on his belt next. A shag was significantly more appealing than being pursued by the police…

***

Wilhemina stepped off the transit line and crossed to the thrift shop. The little woman at the counter brightened when Wilhemina approached. “Hi, remember something else you like?” she asked.

“Hello. You’ve seen me before,” Wilhemina said.

“Day before yesterday. You got a bit of sun since?” she said.

“Yes…” Wilhemina answered. “Was I in here alone?

“Don’t know. We have some new things. Arrived this morning… Would you like to see any of them? the woman said.

“Have anything like I bought last the time?” Wilhemina asked.

Where the suspect was, Wilhemina wasn’t. But where she was now, so was Wilhemina. She had almost been tracked three weeks back — almost. And now Wilhemina found her trail again…

***

Things went south over a year ago when she had stopped at a fast food eatery. She had fielded an altercation with a bimbo who had dropped her clutch. The girl told Wilhemina to watch her step and they both knelt to grab their items when she and Wilhemina thwacked heads. Wilhemina lifted a brow then pushed her ID to the big-breasted girl. They exchanged a glance. The younger girl caught on pretty quickly and realized the opportunity: she and Wilhemina looked similarly identical — Wilhemina having a good five years on the girl.

The girl put her hand over Wilhemina’s license. Wilhemina picked up the girl’s ID. When they stood the girl grabbed Wilhemina’s arm. Wilhemina spun around and the collegiate slipped another card into Wilhemina’s hand. She stepped back to exit the diner and mouthed “Thank you” before she plowed out the door.

Wilhemina had put the card in her jacket and made beeline for the john when a lady cop intercepted.

“What’s in your pocket?” she questioned and Wilhemina handed over the laminated rectangle. “This you?” the cop asked.

“Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley,” Wilhemina answered. “3-4-6 Valley Circle, University Drive,” she finished.

Wilhemina had to do a double take. If she believed Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley and her were look-alikes, then the officer standing in front of her was her doppelganger. Leigh and Wilhemina may have resembled the other, but this woman was one for real — a ‘dead ringer.’ The cop looked her over. She handed back the University identification card. “Greener pastures… right?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Wilhemina answered as ‘Mina.’

Wilhemina had glanced at the school ID before the cop found her. Outside she watched as the police woman drove by. The cop drove by the girl looked across to Wilhemina. The girl nodded. Wilhemina copycatted her.

“Seems we both dodged the bullet today,” Wilhemina said under her breath.

Her plan to protect the girl’s past had worked, separately from her boss’s P.I.’s plans… Because she‘d already uncovered he had a line to organized crime… She’d had enough with crime, alleged murder, crime and personal unfinished police drama. Then the attacks in the city began…

***

Mina turned her attention from her reflection to Vic. The feelings he stirred in her intensified the closer he edged near her pussy. Vic worked his tongue inside her, attempting to hum her deftly.

“Mmmm, hell, you taste good,” Vic murmured. “Let me at that lotus, feed me your nectar baby,” he moaned.

Mina pushed back into his hands that cupped her fanny. She was tall and her Amazonian height gave her legs for days. Mina raised her thighs and let her ankles lock around Vic’s head. That made him even more agile. He was ready to throw a fuck into her so pleasing and satisfying it would make her cry.

He did.

“You like that baby…” Vic mumbled, licking her pussy lips.

Usually Mina used men for sex. They were fine enough while they were in bed, but this one…

“Mmm,” Mina moaned. Vic had pulled the two of them to their sides.

Vic eased Mina back and parted her legs. He lifted a leg over his shoulder and leered, hungry to slurp Mina’s pussy juices. He dipped his scratchy tongue from her hole to her clitoris and bit down. He understood a woman… Mina cried out loud.

Vic lifted her leg higher and pushed his chin against Mina’s cleft. He ate her and nibbled her nub feeling tiny trickles of honey leak down her thigh. Vic sucked the juices down and gnawed at her cunt, eating her out more.

“Come on, baby, give me what you got,” Vic said. “Give me all that cunny,” he groaned.

Vic rose up on his elbows and placed his palms around Mina’s cunt lips. He formed the shape of an Ace and he opened Mina gently. Her core popped apart and winked, driving Vic into hard male heat. He shoved his nose and tongue right down Mina’s middle. Her eyes flew open when she felt the vibrations of tongue fucking inside. She was exposed thoroughly. Little wisps of joy escaped from her while her sex-crazed rocker ate her on his second course. She quivered as he talked right up into her cunt.

“Baby, you pussy is so wet. So tight and precious,” he moaned. “Let go and give me all that delightful sugar…”

Mina threw her head back before Vic could swallow. She bucked and her pussy clenched as she clamped down on Vic’s face. Then her inner depths released. Spurts of warm vaginal nectar sluiced around his chin and shot up over his face. Mina doused him with deluge after deluge of delectable Amazon come. He fought to capture and swallowed more of the fragrant juices only a demi-goddess could create. After several waves of orgasm, Mina finally released her hold on Vic.

Vic ran his fingers threw his rocker-long hair. It was damp from Mina’s multiple orgasms. He smiled; joyous he was the lucky bastard that got the ambrosia of the gods.