Third-Degree Burn [Southern Heat 3] (4 page)

Kayla shoved as much of his dick into her mouth as she possibly could. When Shane grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting his shaft deeper down her throat, she relented, allowing him to fuck her mouth furiously until a blast of cum spewed her esophagus and she started to gag, swallowing as best she could. When he pulled his dick from her mouth, a creamy stream of semen shot out from the tip of his helmet all over her lips.

“Oh, fuck!” he yelled, falling onto the living-room sofa. “You are a dick-sucking champ. Damn, that felt good! Get out of those clothes. I want you naked.”

Kayla was on the floor atop the soft, plush gold-colored carpet. She removed her shirt and bra. Her long red hair draped in front of her breasts. She remained silent, eagerly awaiting Shane’s next command.

“I like the way you look, Kayla. That peach fuzz on top of your beautiful pussy is making my dick hard again,” Shane said.

“I’m glad you like what you see,” she replied. “What do you want me to do now?”

“You, like most real picky, stuck-up babes, don’t get much dick. I’m wondering how you satisfy yourself when you get all hot and horny?” he asked, squeezing his large, semi-soft cock.

Kayla looked embarrassed, staring down to the floor. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Shane seemed irritated with her attempt to deny the obvious. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve got a hot little twat. The way I figure it with no cock around to satisfy that sweet, dick-starved honey pot, you play with yourself a lot, don’t you?”

“Not a lot, but sometimes I do,” she admitted.

“Do you stick your fingers down there and finger your clit?” he asked. “Well, do you?”

“Yes, I play with it.”

“What about those full, bouncy tits of yours with those big, pink nipples. Do you play with them too?”

His words were intrusive. They connected with her sexual psyche, pulling her into his web of lustful thoughts, making her expose herself both physically and mentally. “I do play with them,” she admitted.

“At the same time?” he inquired, beginning to stroke himself with urgency.

“Yes, I do that every time,” she responded.

“You’ve got big, firm titties. They’re so luscious. I bet you suck on them while you pleasure your cunt, don’t you?”

Knowing the direction their exchange was headed in, Kayla tried to break free from his control and redirect the conversation. Getting to her feet, she reached for her shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Shane asked. “I didn’t dismiss you. Sit back down on the floor and spread your legs for me. Do it now!” he shouted.

Kayla obeyed him. Sitting on the carpet again with her knees bent, she spread her long, tanned legs open wide, exposing her bare outer lips.

“Ooh, you’ve got such a pretty pussy. It looks like a plump, ripe strawberry. Stick your fingers in it, and show me how you play with yourself, Kayla.”

Using her thumb and middle finger, she opened her labia wide and used her index finger to flick at her aroused bud. It felt so good. She fingered herself for him, making cunt juice fill her snatch.

“That looks so inviting. It makes me want to fuck you right now, but I’m in no hurry. I hope you’re not. Play with your tits for me, Kayla. Show me how you arouse your nipples. Make them big and hard.”

Pressing her bountiful mounds together, she pulled on her nipples and flicked her fingers against them until they were excited, sticking out, wanting more.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Ooh, they look so delicious. Suck your tits for me. Lick your nipples,” he instructed.

First, she stuck out her tongue and licked each of them repeatedly until they were covered in saliva. Afterward, she took turns sucking on each tit, fingering her clit faster and faster while Shane looked on, stroking his cock until it was rock hard.

Kayla was swept up in sexual passion. She was so enjoying Shane watching her masturbate. She knew he wanted her to come for him, and that’s exactly what she was going to do.

“Finger yourself for me, baby. I can see your pink clit from way over here, sticking out of its fleshy hood. It’s so wet and so big. You must be ready to climax for me. When you do, I want you looking at me, pinching those big nubs and flicking that hot bud.”

“Ooh, this feels so good!” Kayla shouted as her orgasm overtook her. She stared at Shane, becoming entranced in his hypnotic blue eyes until she lost all control. “Oh, my God, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Shane watched Kayla succumb to her orgasm with great delight. His arousal was at its peak, and he wanted her now more than ever. He walked over and joined her on the floor. In less than a couple of seconds, he had her up on her hands and knees.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to turn around and catch her breath at the same time.

Resting his manhood on top of her back, he gently squeezed her firm butt cheeks before smacking them hard, leaving a temporary imprint of his hand on each of them.

“Ow! That hurts. What do you think you’re doing?!” Kayla shouted.

“Your lesson isn’t over yet. You are one stubborn girl. It’s gonna take a while to get through to you. If you want me to give you what you really want, you must first learn to obey,” Shane explained, caressing her ass.

Kayla wanted his cock inside of her so badly. She followed his instruction to the letter. She remained perfectly still, begging for him to penetrate her vagina.

“Shane, please, I’m begging you. Force your huge dick into my pussy. It’s burning hot. I need you to come inside of me and cool me off.”

“You’re such a horny girl, Kayla. I don’t know if I should help you come again. Maybe you need to remain without cock since you don’t know how to behave yourself,” he said, pushing his helmet into her and then withdrawing several times, teasing her cunt terribly.

“Please, Shane, give me your big, hard dick. Fill me up with it, and fuck me until I come.”

“I’ll give it to you under one condition,” he said.

“What is it?” she asked, pushing her backside against him. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“You will do as I say. You will suck my prick and let me fuck you anytime, anywhere, and in any way I demand. Do you understand what I’m asking of you? Will you obey me?”

“Yes, yes, I promise. I understand. I will obey you,” she agreed.

“Good girl, now raise your sweet ass into the air. I’m gonna give you the fuck of your life,” Shane told her, pushing his helmet into her wet snatch.

As soon as he entered her, she pleaded, “Give me more, Shane. Give me more.” She pumped her ass against him, trying to work the entire length of his shaft into her pussy.

Shane loved every moment of it, and he was so excited, but he knew he had to maintain control. “You are so horny right now. I’ve got to satisfy you, baby.”

He started thrusting his prick into her pussy. He managed to get eight inches of his manhood inside. Her cunt was getting tighter the further he penetrated her, but still, Kayla wanted more.

“Fuck me hard, baby. Your dick is so big. My pussy craves your fat cock. Fuck my wet hole until you come in it,” she pleaded.

Shane leaned forward and grabbed both of her soft mounds, fingering her nipples as he pumped his cock to new depths. “Ooh, your snatch is sooo sweet, you hot, sexy bitch you. Your pussy is so tight. You’re gonna make me come all up in you.”

“You make me so horny, Shane. Yes, yes, fuck me hard just like that. Oooh, your cock is so big. It feels so fucking good! Every inch of your hot meat is inside of me. I love it!” she hollered.

“Of course you do. This is what it feels like to be fucked by a real man, baby. That sex-starved cunt of yours is so juicy right now because I’m giving it what it needs the most,” he told her, thrusting his dick in her even harder.

Kayla felt her clitoris begin to throb and then vibrate uncontrollably. “It is what I need. Ahh, shoot your creamy load in my pussy while I come all over your cock.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming! Shit!” Shane yelled, squeezing her nipples as both he and Kayla climaxed together.

Collapsing to the carpet, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. An hour later, Shane woke up, got dressed quickly, and left. When Kayla stirred from slumber, she found herself naked and alone, wanting more.

Kayla Somers arrived at the firehouse on Tuesday morning. Shane McIntyre was the first to greet her.

“That was some night,” he said, smiling widely, looking quite satisfied with his accomplishment.

“You could have awakened me before you left,” she commented.

“I didn’t want to disturb you. Things were better left as they were. Besides, you were sleeping like a baby,” he explained.

“What we did last night…it shouldn’t happen again,” Kayla said.

“Last night was fantastic. Didn’t you enjoy our time together?” Shane asked, staring deeply into her eyes.

“I’m not new to all this, I’ve had sex before. It’s just that I’ve never experienced it the way we did it,” she said, blushing slightly.

“It’s good to try new things. It keeps it all fresh and new,” Shane told her, smiling again.

“This has got to remain between us—no bragging to your coworkers, got it?” Kayla asked.

Shane looked surprised. “If you don’t know it already, I’m the quintessential Southern gentleman, my lady. Your reputation is completely safe with me.”

Kayla wasn’t convinced. “What about your partner, Dakota? Does he know about us?”

Shaking his head slightly, Shane said, “You’re a bit paranoid, Ms. Somers. Let’s get to work.”

Kayla accompanied Shane and Dakota on visits to three local elementary schools that day. She watched as the two men conducted presentations on the responsibility of fire safety. They took many questions from their captivated audiences of young people, all eager to know what a career in firefighting entailed and have their questions answered.

Upon returning to Station 75, Kayla took a few moments to question the two men about their commitment to the community of Atlanta. She was especially interested in interviewing Dakota since he was a third-generation firefighter, but work duties limited the time they had together, so she decided to invite him to her home for a personal one-on-one.

At 7:00 p.m., Kayla’s doorbell rang. Opening the door, she found Dakota standing there, dressed in an expensive pair of tan cowhide boots, blue jeans, and a light-blue pullover. With his dark hair combed back, his fresh-shaven face displayed his dimpled cheeks and chin. He looked amazing.

“Good evening, Dakota. I’m glad you could make it.”

“It’s all for a good cause. I just want to do my part,” he replied.

Smiling at him, Kayla said, “Come on in. I’ve got drinks on tap. What can I get you?”

“A few cold brews wouldn’t hurt,” he answered, eyeing her off-white crochet-cuff shift dress and sand-colored thong sandals. Her long, thick auburn hair cascaded down her back.

“It’ll take me a minute to get the drinks. Have a seat. I’ll be right back,” she told him.

Presented with the perfect opportunity to sample what Shane had already indulged himself in, Dakota decided to take things slowly. His cock, on the other hand, had an altogether different idea. It was hardening by the second and was warring to go.

“I wanted to compliment you and Shane on your presentations today. You both did an excellent job in my opinion. It’s so important for kids to be instilled with a sense of dedication and responsibility. I think you two went far in doing that for them today.”

“Thanks, it’s something we do several times a year. It’s important for us to be accessible and visible to the community. It helps bridge the gap between the city youth and the job we perform as firefighters to help keep them safe.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more,” Kayla commented, taking a few sips of her Long Island Iced Tea.

“That looks mighty tasty,” he commented.

“It is. I was just about to refresh our drinks. I can fix you one,” she said.

He shook his head. “Not now. I’ll take another cold beer if you don’t mind. On a day like today they really hit the spot.”

“Iced Teas are my favorite drink, but you have to be careful with these. They go down smoothly, but they’re real potent. They pack a powerful punch,” she replied, walking into the kitchen.

After she returned to the living room, she handed him another beer and quickly got the interview underway. “Dakota, as I understand both your father and grandfather collectively served as Atlanta firefighters for over seventy-five years. What made you decide to follow in their footsteps?”

Taking a big swallow of his beer, staring seriously into her inquisitive green eyes, he said, “It’s in my blood.”

“Do you care to elaborate on that statement?” she asked.

“Sure,” he answered before continuing on, “For the most part, I have a deep respect for tradition. Occasionally, as a kid I tagged along with my daddy and granddaddy to work. I watched them perform the day-to-day tasks of being firefighters, but I also witnessed their dedication to duty, being fearless in saving the lives of countless men, women, and children. That was what made me decide to follow in their footsteps. I love my job. Yes, it’s a dangerous line of work, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”