I'm back with more! I've done all the chapters so now all that's left to do is to post them. Remember: if you're going to send me hate mail or tell me that I'm plagiarizing a story that you saw on Literotica (called Ain't Budging, by the way), know that I've heard it all and will not hesitate to come for you. Don't fuck with people on the Internet, you don't know them and they don't know you. This chapter introduces some new characters who are mostly irrelevant.
Also, I don't know what's going on but whenever I put * * * they disappear so it looks sloppy, but whatever, there's been worse to complain about.
Rick lazily weaved across the wide stretch of road with his dirty overalls still on and an even dirtier smile on his face. It was evening and he could hear crickets strum their twittering chorus in the nearby fields. He thought of Michonne and what little chance there was of her wanting to catch the night bus back to San Francisco. He hadn't known her for long, but he knew that she would not want to do that, which meant there was a good chance of them fooling around. He imagined her tied up and blind folded with her legs spread as she smiled in anticipation. His heart starting beating faster and his dick stirred like a lazy snake.
He revved up the accelerator, tailgating his thoughts.
When Rick arrived home he hesitated, remembering that he was supposed to have been back a couple hours ago. He hoped she wasn't angry; he couldn't see her throwing anything too heavy at him, but he couldn't forget her stabbing that trucker with a comb.
"Chonne baby, I'm home. Sorry-"
He stopped in his tracks as he caught a glimpse of a hastily scrawled note on his table.
"Gone Fishing!"
Rick picked up the note, and irately screwed the paper up into a small ball.
"Gone Fishing" was the brothers' code when they had found a girl they wanted to fuck. The note told him all he needed to know; the brothers had visited while he had been at work and took Michonne to Moe's. He quickly ran out of his house and jumped on his bike.
Earlier that morning Michonne had found herself stuck to the door in fright as five bikers parked round the front of the house and confidently swung off their bikes. The men were well-built, and like Rick, they sported beards and lengthy hair; all but one. They also wore similar jackets to Rick; she guessed that these were the brothers Rick was referring to.
"Hey, you here for Rick?" She asked with all the bravery she could muster.
One of the bikers with short brown hair looked at her oddly and grinned, exposing a broken mosaic of teeth. "So you the one Rick's been hiding?" He drawled lecherously.
Michonne forced herself to not grimace. "Rick's gone out to get some groceries from the store, apparently."
She turned round, and nearly had a heart attack when she felt her wrist being grabbed. "Oh we know where Rick is, baby. But the thing is, we hear that there is a free and easy coloured chick in town. Want some cream in your coffee, baby?"
Michonne nearly retched and her anger superseded her fear. "I'm bullshit intolerant so won't be having anything you have to offer."
The biker pulled her towards him and Michonne cried in surprise "Now you listen here-"
The other bikers who had been watching approached them. A chubby one with a sad looking face and brown hair put a hand on his shoulder. "That's enough Neegan, Daryl told you she was Rick's guest, not a sheep or easy broad. I don't think Rick will much like to hear you manhandling his guest. Now Michonne we thought we'd show you around, especially with Rick being busy. Sometimes it's nice to keep the company of someone who's a little, uh, different. Right Neegan?"
Neegan and Michonne shot each other mutually disdainful glares. "Sometimes a little "different" needs to know when to step in line Jesus, old boy."
"Listen to yourself, you sound like a cop. No one needs to step in line, you just need to stop getting so worked up over nothing. Let's just take the girl down to Moe's, and show her a good time." Jesus said grinning, trying to convince Neegan. "And you know Lori's on the pole tonight, she was pretty wild last week, bet she's gonna show us some hot stuff tonight too."
Neegan let go of Michonne. He stepped further into the house.
"Hey where you going?" Jesus asked.
"Leaving Rick a note so he knows where we're at." Neegan swung open the front door and sauntered into Rick's living room.
Michonne really didn't want to go anywhere with the bikers, Neegan made her particularly weary, but she had no choice. Only God knew what these guys wanted from her, she only hoped that it wasn't going to come true.
Moe's bar resembled a hunting lodge on acid: a jukebox was kicking out some rock music, animal skulls were hung all over the walls, and there were some seriously intoxicated bikers and dancers slouched about the place. In the corner of the bar lay a circular platform with a pole – for stripping she presumed - and a barely-dressed stripper drinking a cocktail and swinging her legs.
It was a new scene and therefore a new experience, she just wished she could enjoy it. Neegan had forced her to ride with him, daring the others to oppose him. When they arrived at the bar, he had picked her up and placed her on his lap, further snatching every moment to unashamedly stuff his hands down her shorts. She tried to fidget away from the grasping pair of hands, but apparently, he had developed the art of sexual assault while simultaneously chatting about women who would spend three hours daily cleaning his bike as he slept through the afternoon.
"That's the way to do it partner. Too many women 'round here are damn useless; can't cook, can't clean, can't do nothing much. Shoot, the least they can do is polish up the Harley nice." Daryl said in agreement.
Jesus shook his head slowly in disagreement. "No… Who wants a woman like that? Without a head on her shoulders? I want my woman who can make me feel excitement. Not just some sheep, or puppet. Pass me the ash tray? Thanks."
Neegan leaned towards her and licked her earlobe like a thirsty dog. Michonne felt goosebumps rise from her skin. "Now can you believe this Michonne? Jesus here wants himself a bold fiery girl with a good head on her shoulders. Jesus, who was that Chinese gal you had in Vietnam?"
Jesus visibly gnashed his teeth. "She was not a Chinese girl in Vietnam, she was a Vietnamese girl in Vietnam."
"Yeah whatever, they're all the same right? Now listen, what was her job again? You can whisper it if you like." Neegan drawled mockingly.
"She was a bar girl."
"Yeah, that's right, she was a whore."
"No, she wasn't a whore. She was a bar girl and you had better stop that because you knew nothing 'bout La'nh. For a start, if anyone dared call her a whore-". Jesus bit his lip, like he was self-censoring something, and then his shoulders slumped. "Fuck it. Just fuck it." He shifted in his seat. "Hey Lori, when's the show gonna start?"
The stripper on the stage, a stony-eyed blond, threw Jesus a disregarding look and un-enthusiastically shrugged. "Gimme time folks, gimme time. I ain't even finished this here iced tea."
"Oh come on Lori! Put down that drink now girl and get those titties swinging, baby! You're keeping your fans waiting." Daryl barked. He grinned like an idiot then turned to look at Michonne like she was a sympathetic fan who had been kept waiting. Michonne smiled back politely.
Lori replied gruffly. "I ain't on for another seven minutes, and I ain't showing nothing any sooner than I need to. Anyway, where's Rick? He never misses a show." Lori's scouted the room. Michonne felt a sting of jealousy, wandering what Lori and Rick shared.
"Rick? He'll will be down from work soon, baby. But see here, why don't you get things a little warmed up for him on this here stage? Show us some of your ass." Daryl suggested.
"Hey, Lori, you met Michonne? She's come all the way from the city." Jesus interrupted.
"You come all the way from the city? For what?" Lori looked at her suspiciously.
"Mardi Gras, kind of got stuck here."
"And how come you're fraternizing with these here gentleman?" Lori screwed her lips up.
"Oh hey now, I don't think anyone can accuse us of being gentleman." Daryl interjected.
"Was hitchhiking, nearly got attacked by some trucker." Michonne responded, sensing Lori's hostility.
"Oh yeah? Which white knight gone saved you're behind?" Lori further enquired.
Daryl was the one to respond. "Rick picked her up, she stayed with him last night."
Lori looked at Michonne so hard that her blue eyes nearly turned green with envy. "Mighty good for you. Excuse me." She said as she slid off the stage and quickly stampeded towards what Michonne guessed as the women's washroom.
"Why'd you have to go and say something like that to her, Daryl? You know Lori has the hots for Rick? Man! I hope she'll still come out and dance tonight." Merle said anxiously.
Neegan smiled heartily. "Oh she will, and I bet if anything, she'll swing her titties extra hard tonight. Knock you out of the ring with 'em, Michonne."
Michonne looked at Neegan disdainfully. "Never thought a dancer's bosom could be compared to Muhammed Ali's left hook."
Some of the bikers chuckled, but Neegan didn't. "A stripper like Muhammed Ali? Shoot! I ain't no faggot, especially not for some Negro."
Michonne finally caved into her disgust for Neegan. "Excuse me, I need the bathroom."
Neegan smiled about as sleazily as they come and let his arms slide off. "Well, come back to papa, sugar my lap's already feeling cold."
Michonne smiled and nodded politely. She looked at the clock on the wall; time was running slower than molasses.
Michonne opened the door to the ladies bathroom, and no sooner had it swung behind her, was she face to face with Lori the Stripper.
She was pissed. "You sleeping with him?"
Michonne looked at Lori, dumbfounded. "You mean Rick? No. Anyway, I'm leaving this place tomorrow. "
Michonne tried to nudge past Lori, but she grabbed her upper arm.
Wow, maybe Muhammed Ali and Lori the stripper do have something in common. Michonne thought.
"Well good, because I'm sure you're a nice gal and everything, but I know Rick. I know him more than any girl will ever know… Maybe even more than Rick himself knows himself."
Michonne shot back. "That's quite some insight you have there, bordering omniscient. Can you loosen your grip please?"
Lori scowled and Michonne could almost see a storm cloud gathering above her head. "There you are throwing some college words around, smug, real smug. But you know what honey, you're coloured. Sure you're pretty for what you are, sure you've got yourself some education, but no white man in his right mind will ever take you seriously, except to sleep with you. And I know Rick, he sure do like novelty, especially fucking it, as do all these bikers when they get bored."
That stung, but Michonne was not going to lose her cool. "Some chicks, though evidentially, not all, can tell the difference between getting laid and getting married. But thank you for tip."
Lori's frown deepened. "No such thing as a woman who just wants sex from a guy. Most women want to be taken something serious."
Michonne coolly shrugged. "I like to be liberated and free, just… You know, let my hair down."
"Or up! Let your hair up with that big ol' afro of yours!" Michonne sighed as Lori doubled over at her own joke.
"Yeah that's great, anyway, why you lecturing me about being taken seriously? I ain't the one who likes to boogie on down without clothes on."
Tension crackled in the air. Lori's fingers dug into Michonne a little deeper, but then she let go. "I been dancing naked long before Rick came on the scene. Enjoy it too, like the attention, and money. Men never used to pay much attention to me before I danced, my mamma always said I was too rough otherwise."
Lori visually appraised Michonne's skimpy attire with new approval, "I know you screwed Rick, I can tell, but that's okay, so long as we all know where we stand. Rick screws a lot of girls, but he always comes back to me."
A regular carousel of love. Michonne grimaced to herself at the thought and then slid towards one of the cubicles, feeling it would be safe to do so without setting off the volatile Lori.
Lori was still not done talking. "Hey we should dance together, the guys would go crazy and all cream themselves."
Michonne muttered sardonically. "Nice."
"Yeah it sure would be, I'll even split the tips, man, and the tips will really be something special if we dance together. Anyway see ya in there, baby, gotta get grooving." Lori uncouthly banged the door to a close.
Michonne groaned to herself as the door slammed shut. She looked down at her white platform shoes, wishing they were red slippers and she could click them together to get back to San Francisco.
Rick took some deep breaths, letting the anger drain out of him like steam. He knew that it was Neegan's idea to take Michonne. Neegan was steadily becoming the world's biggest asshole, he knew that electing him as club president would bring nothing good. He tried to remember that the group had elected him out of sympathy; the fact that he was in jail for five years and out of touch with the real world. Rick also tried to remember him as a reckless dare-devil, not the guy who got a rise from causing his own friends trouble.
Rick adjusted his jacket and squared his shoulders. He walked into the bar, greeting some bikers that were sitting at the front sharing a joint.
"How you doing, Rick? You know Lori's about to dance inside. Bet you'd like that huh?" Spencer asked, wrapping his arms round his girlfriend, Andrea who was dressed in a black beret and black shirt, looking like a beatnik poet.
She looked at her boyfriend and chastised. "You don't ever seem to listen to me when I talk about the subjugation of women as a form of phallocentric capitalist oppression, that's just what her dancing is, I wish you'd listen."
"Oh I hear you alright, ain't phalliocentric mean penis?"
Rick laughed.
Andrea shot Spencer a weary look, before turning her attention to Rick. "Uh huh. Rick, there's this Black chick in there, she's gorgeous, not that it matters to you 'cause I guess she ain't your type... Anyway Neegan's taken some weird liking to her, so she's probably off limits unless he plans to pass her around."
Rick grimaced visibly and Spencer looked at Rick with playful interest. "Andrea, the Negro chick is staying with Rick."
Andrea nodded in approval and gazed at Rick with newfound admiration. "Cool, I didn't realize you were open-minded like that, Rick. You always seemed, you know, I wouldn't say an out-and-out racist, like card carrying or anything but uh... Well, never mind. Don't take this personal, but kind of makes me like you more."
"Thanks..." Rick mumbled unconvinced.
Spencer elbowed Andrea playfully. "So if I bought home a coloured gal, you'd like me more?"
Andrea shot Spencer an evil look and shook her head with deliberate slowness.
Spencer chuckled. "Damn well, can't blame a guy for trying."
Rick muttered. "Great to see you guys too, I better go inside catch up with the brothers, make sure Michonne is alright." He walked passed the lovers.
Spencer's relationship with Andrea hit a good note. Despite the fact that the two of them barely had anything in common, they had an enviable spark between them. Rick once nearly had something like that before he went to Vietnam, but it hadn't lasted through the war. Michonne flashed into his head, he felt a sudden pang, the same kind you get when you're thirsty for something in particular. He however, wasn't going to dwell on it. It was all just thoughts and feelings and sometimes thoughts and feelings could be a man's worst enemy.
Michonne watched Neegan convince Daryl to do something stupid as Rick was strode towards them. Jesus, who was sitting next to Michonne, raised an eyebrow at her and she shot one back.
"Hey Daryl... Drink this-" Neegan pushed out his glass with beer, tipped the ash tray into it, and then got some old gum stuck to the surface of the table and threw that in too. " I will buy you all the rounds you want for tonight."
Daryl greedily licked his lips, he looked round at the brothers for support, a few of them grimaced, but one of them growled enthusiastically.
Daryl like a puppy dog wagged his head stupidly then grabbing the glass, tipped the disgusting concoction down his throat. Within a few seconds, he coughed it all over the table and then ran to the bathroom. Howls of laughter could be heard from every corner of the bar. Michonne pursed her lips together; she really didn't understand how they could find what they were seeing fun.
Rick wove between the bikers, greeting old friends casually.
Daryl returned, his face a dark shade of green. He brushed past Rick.
Neegan smiled smugly. "Now Daryl, my boy, that was just a dumbass thing to do. You still want beer? All night? I bet my bottom dollar that's a no."
Daryl shook his head meekly, "Naw. I think I'm gonna rest a minute. That hurt my stomach, think the gum's still lodged down my throat. I can't get it out." To demonstrate he shoved his finger down his throat, allowing everyone to see his rotting teeth and diseased gums.
Jesus sighed. "Daryl, my brother, 'bout time you saw the dentist."
"Don't believe in dentists and all that bull. Any money I'm paying going straight into the chopper."
"Hey, guys, how you all keeping?" Rick said, surprising the group.
Michonne turned towards Rick's voice. Just looking at him made her heart beat faster and her skin heat up. He looked at her too, his eyes crinkled in concern, but his face relaxed into an assured smile, "Good to see you, Michonne, hope these guys been treating you fine. You been treating her fine right boys, Neegan?"
Neegan shrugged. "Why you singling me out?"
"'Cause, I got your note, Neegan and listen, come here." Rick beckoned Neegan outside the circle, so they were a little secluded. Rick could see Michonne giving them a funny look. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Neegan. And the answer is 'no', you're not touching her, I will break your arms off. Both of 'em. You hear me?"
"I hear you alright, I hear how you been pussy whipped by a Negro chick into threatening your leader. Now as you're the treasurer, and the guys like and respect you, I am going to let it slide. Just this time though, just this time."
Rick could just about feel his fists itching at the sight of Neegan when he heard some of the kinds roar in approval. He turned round.
Suddenly "OD'd on Life Itself" by Blue Oyster Cult, one of Lori's favourite bands, started blaring out. Rick turned round and Lori was on stage, swinging about the pole, her fierce blue eyes fixed on him like a hawk.
Andrea and Spencer came in, Spencer stood their coolly whilst Andrea began to dance like a wild thing.
"Woo! Woo! Got to hand it to Lori, she knows a good tune. Dance with me, Spencer."
"No, don't dig dancing." He gruffly responded.
"Come on! Dance with me! It's fun! Woo! Look at Lori, she looks so pretty, dancing there. Don't I look pretty when I dance?" Andrea grabbed Spencer's sleeves and forced him into a dance.
"Goddammit woman, this is humiliating."
"Hey I'll dance with you Andrea." Daryl got up, and started to swing his hips to an imaginary rhythm that didn't quite match the music as he approached Andrea.
"See Daryl will dance, won't you Daryl?" Andrea chuckled mischievously, dancing merrily between her reluctant boyfriend and Daryl.
Michonne turned round, but her eyes widened and Rick could see her muttering, "Oh my" as Daryl turned round and felt Andrea's tits whilst Spencer groped her bottom. Andrea smiled wider than a boat as the two men clumsily ground against her. Michonne averted her gaze quickly.
Rick, made his way over to Michonne, feeling a sense of relief that Michonne was next to Jesus. Lori and her pale creamy tits on the other hand, were swinging all over the place and beckoning Michonne to come on stage with her. Michonne shook her head in resistance. But this was no deterrence to Lori, who elicited some whoops from the crowd as she crawled towards Michonne, flicking her tongue out crudely. Michonne smiled shyly, averting her gaze with discomfort. Jesus leaned over and whispered something in Michonne's ear. Rick felt his jaw clench jealously. Jesus had never cut any bones about being the sort of open-minded fellow Andrea admired. Rick bet anything that he knew what Jesus was thinking. Given that Jesus's gaze had dropped to Michonne's cleavage, Rick didn't have to be much of a telepath to read it.
Lori lithely slunk to the floor, and Rick could not help but chuckle sadistically as Michonne looked more worried than he had ever seen her, her large almond eyes downcast. She had every right to be worried, Lori was jiggling her breasts towards Michonne with great enthusiasm. Then, after a couple of blinks, Lori was doing a snaky lap dance for Michonne. A roar of laughter erupted amongst the mostly male audience as Michonne frowned at Lori's undulating derriere with an almost academic disdain.
Neegan cackled behind Rick. He watched Lori begin to dance for Michonne. "Daryl told her 'bout Lori. She pissed Lori off to high heaven when she heard Michonne was staying with you. She's trying to knock Michonne out of the ring with her titties. Knock her out solid. Bam!" Neegan did a swinging punching motion with his hands.
Rick shook his head. "Lori don't own me, just 'cause we screwed a few times don't mean we're together... Man, I just wish girls could just relax, like Michonne. Maybe San Francisco girls are just more with the times."
"Yeah those San Francisco girls sure know something about having a good time, like your girl there." Neegan chuckled darkly.
Michonne had got up and started to dance with Lori. Her hands were on Lori's shoulders, keeping her tits a safe distance apart, and she shimmied up and down smiling shyly. Her smile emphasized her high cheekbones and generous plump lips. Michonne winked playfully at Lori as she parted her thighs suggestively, gently rotating her hips. The crowd went wild.
Some guy shouted. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" and was soon joined by a chorus of others.
Rick felt himself grow worried. He looked at some of the men then back at Michonne who had probably stirred more attention than one woman could handle.
Some primal part of his brain snapped. He marched over to her despite, chorus of boos, and swung her over his shoulder. Michonne squealed in surprise as he walked across the bar.
"Oh come on Rick! The show's only just started." Abe protested in annoyance.
Rick fired back gruffly. "You want a show, Lori will give you a show, that's her job."
He heard a few boos, but soon their attentions were fixed back on Lori.
Rick said nothing as he took her to the bar, and sat her down on a bar stool. "You nearly got yourself into a situation there, you need to be careful."
Michonne gazed dangerously at Rick, "Careful? Uh no, I don't think so, but thank you all the same Mr. Morality Policeman."
Rick looked at the bar man, indicating that he wanted to be served. "Just looking out for a ditz from out of town. Clearly you don't appreciate that. Hey Moe, can we get two beers, Olympia please." Moe, the owner of the bar, handed Rick and Michonne two beers. "Thanks, man."
Michonne arched a brow. "Wow, thank you Rick you read my mind."
"Really?"
"No, I hate beer. It's like drinking piss."
"Well, someone's being petulant tonight, just thought I'd help you out. Since your senses are comatose somewhere under a rock, thought you'd appreciate it." Rick propped his elbow against the bar.
"What are you talking about, Rick?"
"Just about every guy there had a hard on. And there you were, like you know-"
Michonne screwed up her face derisively. "A tramp? A whore? A lamp post? What was I like? Fuck you, I should be the one mad at you, I got a class to teach Monday, essays to mark, lesson plans to write, but yet I'm still here. Could it be because someone did a little disappearing act this morning?"
Rick leaned back and smiled to himself, despite knowing how mad she was at him. "Hell, now there's a guess I would never have made right. A teacher you say? Now that is something."
Michonne pouted her lips. "It's not funny. I can look like a teacher you know-"
"I'd like to see that. You in a blouse and tight skirt... Heels... Stockings..."
Michonne raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm a little more demure."
Rick took a sip of his beer and then leaned towards her, whispering in her ear. "Of course you are. Sweet, demure, slutty Michonne. Innocently running around in those leopard print shorts that don't make your ass cheeks look like peaches waiting to be bitten."
Michonne felt Rick's hand on her shoulder. It scorched through the cloth. "Your hands are hot." Was all she was able to say.
"Are they? But is that important?"
She looked at him.
"Right now, I know I'm thinking of fucking you."
"With people watching?"
"Would you like that Michonne? Your thighs spread wide, wrapped around me with all these people watching?" Michonne stayed quiet. "I start by playing with your pussy or we could skip that whole part and I could fuck you the way you like; the way that makes you cum around my cock… Where you belong." Rick said with a voice filled with desire and longing. He dropped his gaze to the prominent outline of Michonne's nipples, his cock thickening at the invitation of her sweet curvy body.
The sweet spot of Michonne's pussy tingled from his words. She looked at him entranced. If he did want to take her on the bar, in public, she was not sure if she could say no to him.
But then Rick withdrew his hands from her jaw and looked surprised, like something had only just occurred to him, and then his eyes went cold and lips straightened. "Listen to me, getting all possessed with you. Sort of stupid for two people that only want to screw around."
His words and the avoidance of eye contact poured over her like ice water. Michonne exhaled impatiently and then swung round to face him. "Yeah that is stupid, because I don't need anything from you or any man, especially you. Excuse me."
Michonne slid off the bar stool and sauntered towards the front doors. Rick turned round and heard some whoops. He briefly watched as Lori grabbed a beer bottle and ran it between her tits. She looked at him and winked. Lori was always an option, but that thought left him feeling unexcited. Now Michonne on the other hand, interested him immensely.
Michonne tried not to cry. Her confusion over Rick swamped her like the warm breeze of the night.
That's what happens when you fuck a man and lose your senses, Michonne. You don't even know him. She thought.
A strange irrational sense of guilt descended, she exhaled and closed her eyes, trying to think of something other than Rick.
"There you are." She opened her eyes and saw Rick approaching. Her eyelids were rimmed wet with the promise of tears.
Rick closed in on her, his face drawn in concern. "Hey what's all this, you been crying?"
"No. Why would I cry over you? Your beard needs a comb." She looked at him with mustered contempt, her eyes glimmering. She felt strangely both relieved and annoyed when he smiled at her and chuckled, placing his hands on her shoulders. From the touch of him palm, anticipation radiated through her body.
"I don't know, maybe you're feeling all sad that you can't have me. Don't blame you, sugar."
Michonne looked at him, aghast at his nerve. He broke out a mischievous grin, his blue eyes twinkling.
She slapped his arm and tried to shift past, "You are an arrogant son of a-"
He used his body to pin her against the wall and his thigh to spread apart her legs. He then leaned forward. "You can have me, every hard inch of me. Understand? "
He slid his right hands round the dark nape of her neck making her whimper from the sensation of his skin against her own. Michonne's pussy throbbed with arousal.
Michonne closed her eyes and murmured. "Who says I want a single inch of you?"
"You don't need to say anything, Michonne." To reinforce his point, he slowly inched his left hand towards her pussy. She moaned and he chuckled drily.
Michonne felt Rick kiss the tip of her nose. "Open your eyes and look at me."
Michonne opened her eyes and looked at him fiercely, a hot red lust burning into him; she said nothing as her body melted against his, her pussy moistened as she was pinned against the wall. She moaned in frustration, her hunger for him burned her body with arousal.
Rick's heart thumped and dick hardened as she looked at him, assessing him through her dark almond eyes. His left hand slid up, towards the womanly curve of Michonne's hips, then slowly back down again to the hem of her shorts. He slid his hand under the material, feeling her silky smooth skin. His breathing grew heavier as he sought to control himself.
Rick saw her squirm a little, "If you don't keep still…"
Michonne swayed her hip towards him challengingly. "You'll do what? Make me cum? All the pity for me."
Rick chuckled sadistically. "Oh even worse, baby, I won't let you cum at all."
Michonne looked at him puzzled, but Rick swung her over her shoulder before she could even react. Like a caveman carrying his dinner, Rick walked to the back of the bar into a grassy opening with a log cabin at the back. Michonne clung on for dear life.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Somewhere with all the equipment I will ever need to make you cry out my name, or try to."
"Now you're just scaring me."
Rick patted her bottom reassuringly. "I doubt that. Here we are."
Rick flipped her off his shoulder and led her by the hand towards the small log cabin. She twirled a lock of her afro dubiously and frowned. "Nice, a love suite, for undiscerning horndogs."
"Hey, I don't bring every chick back here." Rick wrapped his hands round her waist and walked towards the log cabin.
"Okay, a love suite for partially discerning horndogs." Michonne sighed as Rick opened the creaky handle and let the door, with a grinding whine at its hinges, swing open. Rick reached in and flicked a switch. Light reluctantly splattered across the room, revealing plenty of gardening equipment, and a beam across the ceiling, with dried plants hanging upside down.
Michonne squinted at the plants, they looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't place a name on what they were. "Wow, potpourri anyone?"
"More 'pot' than 'pourri'." Rick gripped her hand and led her in. He kicked the door so that it shut with a bang; Michonne just about jumped out of her skin.
Rick looked at Michonne hungrily and sauntered towards her, Michonne playfully backed against the wall. "Ah, now I see, you didn't want those guys getting down with me because you want to get down."
"I won't lie to you Michonne, you make me a jealous man." Rick's hand caressed her neck as he kissed her jaw, her earlobes, and finally her lips. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his lips, they felt like black satin. He inhaled her scent, as if he were trying to capture her essence to remember her. Michonne wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pulled him in closer, sighing. Both melted into one another, craving the other's attention.
Rick squeezed Michonne's bottom firmly, getting a little harder when she moaned and pressed her hips against his own. He broke the kiss and drawled. "Grab that twine."
Michonne saw the ball of twine on the table behind her out of the corner of her gaze, her slender brown fingers danced over it before caressing into her grasp, "Twine? You're planning to garden me into being a good girl?"
Rick smiled, his teeth glinting. "Something like that."
Michonne boldly shrugged her shoulders back and blinked coquettishly. "Something like-"
Rick quickly moved in on her, his hot breath meeting her lips before his brutal kiss did. His tongue slipped between her lips as he tugged the ball of twine away from her hands. Rick nudged forward, forcing Michonne to move back against the table. He then lifted Michonne onto the table and pried her soft thighs apart. Grabbing her hair he carefully pulled her hair back so she was looking at him, and kissed her plump lips again. Rick's other hand found her breast and squeezed it and flicked his thumb across a distended nipple; she moaned responsively.
"Take of your clothes." He demanded.
Michonne silently slipped out of her outfit and neatly folded it. She could see Rick tense up. She dropped her gaze to the bulge in his trousers and allowed her attentions to linger at his prominent bulge.
"Good girl, look at your nipples, plump as berries, you wet too, Michonne?" As if to elicit a response, Rick squeezed a nipple, Michonne squirmed as she became aware of her swollen pussy and her moistened panties.
She averted her gaze by dropping it to the wooden floor. In response he squeezed both nipples extra hard. Pain and pleasure shot threw her sensitive buds. "Ow!"
Rick stepped a few steps back and then removed his jacket and t-shirt hastily then drawled, "I asked you a question."
"I'm feeling, uh, good?" She felt her face flush with heat as her heart thumped.
"That's not what I asked you." Rick's gaze lewdly surveyed her body, he stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Bully." Michonne teased.
Rick chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment. God your body was just made to be played with." Rick bent over and bit a dark nipple, tugging it with his white teeth. Michonne cried out and tilted her eager hips towards him.
Rick released her wet nipple from his gentle bite and kissed Michonne again, brushing his parted lips against her own, before slipping his tongue in once again. He squeezed her sweetly sore nipple as Michonne whimpered. She ran her fingers through his hair and felt more wetness trickle between the slit of her cunt, priming her to be fucked.
She reluctantly broke the kiss.
"You can take me now." Michonne meekly suggested her voice a whisper and her body turning to jelly.
"Oh I don't think so. As I said, you were made to be played with. Wrists out, Michonne."
Michonne ran her feet along his inside leg, she could see a twitch of his jaw and his eyes glow even more intense.
"You can do whatever you like to my hands, I still got my feet remember?" Michonne taunted him by stretching out her legs and wriggling her toes.
"Good point. I guess I better tie those too."
"If you insist." Michonne hopped off the table and rapidly shed her panties before hopping back on. She spread her legs wide, revealing the gleaming contours of her sex.
Rick squatted, gently kissing the calf of her leg, and then tied her lithe ankles to each end of the table leg with the twine. He tried not to do it too tight. He rubbed the balls of her feet reassuringly.
"You okay with this, Michonne?"
Michonne bit her full lower lip as Rick's thick fingers began rubbing her slick pussy folds, finding the nub end of her clit, and gently flicked, back and forth. Michonne panted in frustration, the muscles in her thighs straining as she subconsciously tried to close them.
"Michonne?" Rick drawled, his beard tickling her face as he drew closer. He swiftly removed his jacket and t-shirt, and chucked them across the room.
"Yes?" Michonne responded, throatily.
"Kiss me again."
Michonne wanted to wrap her arms around him, but as they were bound she leant forward instead, her lips pressing on his. Rick's kiss was hard and sensuous, his tongue drove into her mouth possessing her. She felt his hand caress the gentle arch of her spine, drawing feathery paths until he was squeezing the plump flesh of her ass.
She groaned despite the kiss.
His hands then moved towards her pussy. His fingers parted her lips and he gently squeezed her clit.
"Oh God."
"Uh huh..."
"Please untie me?"
He lent in and groaned, "Patience, babe, we just got started."
Michonne groaned in frustration.
Rick kept his eyes on her as he unzipped his trousers and clambered out of his boxers. He stood in front of her naked with his erection hard and wanting. Michonne admired his physique, catching a little of the violent tattoo on his back when he turned slightly. Her eyes then fixed at his impressive and ready erection.
"You really are so fine, Rick." She said, not so much as a praise but pleading him with her flattery for more attention, more of his touch.
"Fine enough for you to beg for it?" Rick drawled.
"You're asking me to beg? I'm not begging for you." Michonne wriggled, her moistness growing as her clit grew swollen.
Rick gritted his teeth trying to resist the urge to ram his cock into Michonne. But the fragrant musk of her pussy drew him in.
He could not resist her any longer. So instead he inched closer, until the tip of his cock touched the warm flesh of her loins. Then Rick ventured further in, leaving a silver trail of pre-cum on her thighs as his cock came into contact with her cunt.
Michonne moaned encouragingly as Rick rubbed his pale cock assuredly across her clit, teasing her. She couldn't move, she could only moan, wriggle, and feel helpless as she anticipated his next move.
"Beg for my cock." He said as he gently tugged one of her swollen nipples.