Writing Challenge Part II: Mark T. Conard Goes Smutty for the First Time

Mark T. Conard is the author of Dark as Night and Killer’s Coda, as well as other published works.  He’s a fantastic writer and a pretty awesome guy.  For someone who usually has gangsters and killers on the brain, he certainly does write sex well.  This is Mark’s first challenge; the scenario supplied by the lovely Miss Oleander Plume.

“Round One in the Utility Closet”

Mark T. Conard

 

            What the hell am I doing here? I thought, staring across the table at the woman with the bad blond dye job and the makeup that looked like it was applied by a special needs child. I’d been set up on a blind date by a colleague, and I’d been foolish enough to say yes. All she wanted to talk about the whole time was kickboxing.

            “It’s the greatest rush,” she said. “Hitting and being hit, tasting the blood.”

            “I’m sure,” I said, gulping the rest of the beer in my mug, and looking around for the waitress.

            “It always really turns my husband on to watch me get hit.”

            I frowned. “Your husband?”

            “Separated,” she said. “Well, soon to be separated. I need him around for the insurance.”

            “Christ, where’s that waitress,” I said, turning in my seat.

            “Excuse me a minute,” said the Kickboxer, getting up from the table. “Ladies room.”

            She walked off, and the waitress appeared, carrying a beer I hadn’t yet ordered. She was cute—really cute, a light-skinned black girl with wavy hair falling to her shoulders, an angular face and large dark eyes. She was in her mid-twenties, ten years or so younger than me, and whenever she smiled, her generous lips parted to show beautiful straight white teeth. She wore a short black skirt, a white shirt plunging at the neckline, and black boots. Her shapely legs were bare. She’d been flirting with me ever since I’d sat down with Million Dollar Baby.

            “Thought you could use another of these,” she said, setting the beer in front of me. “On the house.”

            “You’re a mind reader.”

            “As uncomfortable as you look, it doesn’t take a psychic.”

“God, how do I get out of this?” I said. “I don’t want to be rude or insensitive, but this just isn’t working. Surely she can sense this?”

“You never know, she could be online right now looking for wedding gowns.”

“More likely she’s online looking for boxing gloves and a new cut man.”

She laughed, a gorgeous feminine laugh, and walked off. I felt a tingling sensation, watching her move across the room.

            My date returned to the table. “So you’re coming to my next fight, right?” she said.

            “Yeah, we’ll see.”

            “It wouldn’t bother you to see the woman you love getting beat up in the ring, would it?”

            I let out an audible sigh and slumped back in my chair.

The waitress reappeared. “You left your phone at the bar,” she said to me.

            I reach for my pants pocket. “I don’t think…” but then I caught her eye. She was giving me a look, some kind of look. I’m not sure what kind. The phone was still in my pocket of course, but I’d play along. What the hell.

“Uh, yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said, getting up. “I’ll be right back,” I said to Rocky Marciano.

            I followed the waitress across the dining room. “What now?” I said. “I can’t just run out.”

            “I have a better idea,” she said. “But we have to be quick.”

            We walked past the bar, down a short hallway, and through a swinging door marked ‘Personnel Only’.

            We entered another hallway, and she opened the first door we came to on the right, labeled ‘Utility’. She clicked on the overhead bulb, dimly lighting the place, and we entered.

            I broke into a grin. “What’s going on?”

            She shut the door behind us in the small room, filled with tools, cleaning supplies, mops. She turned to me, grabbed my shirt, pulled me to her, and kissed me hard on the mouth.

            After a second’s hesitation, I kissed her back, our mouths opening, our tongues finding one another. Our bodies fell together, as we ground into one another, and I spun her around and pusher her up against the door.

            She let out an animal moan, and I felt her hand run down the front of my pants and find my cock through the material. It was already swollen, but I grew rock hard with her hand rubbing me. Our movements were eager and hungry, and the naked expression of her desire intensified my own.

            I ran my hands over her breasts, toying with the nipples straining at her blouse, then glided my fingers down her sides and across her hips.

            She dropped to her knees, unzipped me, and pulled out my engorged cock. She ran her tongue along the shaft and over the head, sending a shiver through me, then took me into her mouth. She stroked me with her hand and lips and tongue, and the warm wetness transported me and focused me intensely on my organ at the same time. I closed my eyes and rode the pleasure. I heard my own breath coming short and fast. She drew me along, and I heard the longing in the chirps and sighs she emitted.

            In a moment, I opened my eyes, and lifted her up. I turned her around, and she bent forward, pressing her hands against the door. I hiked up the black skirt. She wore a thong that was soaked through, and her ass jutted back at me in invitation.

            “Give me a little smack,” she said in a strained voice over her shoulder.

            I gave her a quick, open-handed snap on the ass, leaving pink prints of my fingers on her skin. She uttered a cry.

            “Again,” she said through clenched teeth.

            I smacked her harder, and she let out a gasp.

            “Don’t make me wait anymore,” she said.

            I pushed the thong aside and slipped a finger inside her, and she pushed back against my hand and let out a growl. I inserted a second finger, feeling her slippery warmness. I could smell her tangy sex and knew I didn’t want to wait either.

            I positioned my cock over her slit, and I wanted to tease her with it, so I just inserted the head, but that didn’t last long. I knew I couldn’t hold back. I pushed myself in to the hilt, and she cried out and bucked against me. I could feel her clamping around me as she started to come.

            I held onto her hips and stroked her, coming nearly out, and ramming myself in again, as she yelled and yelled. I thrust into her over and over, and I heard myself yelping as I came, shooting my hot jet inside her.

            We stood, locked together for a few moments after we both came, while I moved my cock inside her with unhurried, deliberate motions, communicating something primal to her, and I felt her trembling in my arms.

            I pulled out, and she turned and kissed me.

            “You really work for those tips,” I said, catching my breath.

            She laughed, as she straightened her clothes. “I’m off at eleven.”

            “Round two?”

            She kissed me again. “Round two,” she said.

Hot, right?  I told ya so!

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