Fang of Control Ch. 07

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I led Natasha towards home in my new cherry red dually pickup truck. She followed in her beat-up and rusty white delivery van. Every 200 miles we stopped for a bathroom break, a snack or meal, and a quickie in the back of her van. Each time we finished screwing, she lit a cigarette and I reminded her that I didn't like smoking. Each time she blew smoke in my face and told me to deal with it. Each time I talked dirtier and dirtier, arousing and annoying her, which pushed our fuck sessions to even greater heights of fiery passion.

Around midnight we stopped at a gas station in a small town in western Kansas. We parked at the pumps and refueled, then walked inside. A moment later a man in a leather jacket and ski mask ran in shouting, "FREEZE! This is a stick-up!"

My new lover was quicker than I. By the time he had the revolver out of his pocket; Natasha bloodied his right cheek with her sharp fingernails, kicked him in the balls, then ripped up the left side of his face too. I was ferociously angry when I saw her in danger! I grabbed the robber's belt and the back of his jacket. He shot a beer fridge as I flung him through the glass front door. He made a dent in the side of my shiny new truck when he crashed into it. As we heard him scream and run off, I was shocked to realize I'd just thrown a man my own size over twenty feet!

We put our items on the counter as the clerk stared at us in terror. With blood dripping from her razorlike fingernails, Natasha asked, "How much?"

"Uh... Free! Free! It's on the house! Thanks!"

I could smell her desire and excitement as we walked outside. I saw the shiny chromed gun laying on the pavement and threw it into the lake on the far side of the road. Tawny hugged me tightly, then licked my lips. She turned me on even more with a bet, "I can smell how badly you want to put a baby in me. If you beat me to Denver you can throw out my birth control pills, but if I get there first you buy me a new van."

I kissed her and polished her teeth with my tongue. "That's a bet! I'll be there waiting for you." I reached for my keys and was shocked yet again, when she clawed one of my front tires and ran to her van. I was astounded to see her fingernails had punctured the tire sidewall in three places! She laughed and climbed into her seat as I playfully shouted, "CHEATER!"

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Just before dawn, I was entering Denver on highway 70 and realized we hadn't discussed where we'd meet. I called her cell and she naughtily said, "Somewhere in Denver. It's not like it's a big city, with only three quarters of a million people. Come find me!" I thought the sassy giggling just before she hung up was cute and sexy at the same time.

I rolled down my window and drove around trying to detect her aroma. I eventually found her scent near the Women's Prison, then followed it to a hotel. I walked in and saw her drinking coffee in the lobby. I called out, "Natasha! That was a dirty trick! You owe me a new tire!"

She loudly replied from halfway across the lobby, "How about I pay you with a blowjob? And I won, so you owe me a new van." The half dozen other men in the lobby stared as she removed her jacket and tied it around her waist, revealing the bright purple bikini top she usually danced in. She lifted a man's jaw with a finger and teased, "Stare all you want, Gramps, but Ron is the only one who's getting any."

She jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. The men stared again as we Frenched kissed quite a while. I kept holding her and answered, "Those are expensive tires, two blowjobs. Did you get us a room?"

My nose detected a near-overdose of male sex pheromones and I saw bulges in the front of several men's pants as she told me, "How about I deep-throat you once instead? Room 406. Take me to bed, you big STUD!" I glanced and saw several people had their mouths wide open in shock.

As I carried her into the elevator I was curious and asked, "Why were you over at the Women's Prison?"

A sad expression appeared on her face as she said, "Visiting my Mom. She got 28 years for shooting Dad and his mistress. I was born there and grew up in foster homes." Her solemn look suddenly turned to anger as she declared, "Growing up an orphan is HORRIBLE! I don't care if you screw around, but if you ever abandon me and our kids, I'll KILL you and get away with it! I swear, I really will!"

Instead of fear, as the elevator doors opened I felt intense lust. "You'll let me play around if I always come home? DEAL!" My tongue didn't leave her mouth until I unlocked the door to our room. After some slow and loving sex, then a long nap, I bought her a black and silver van to replace the rusty old white one. It took half a day to make it from Denver to Boulderwash, Utah. You haven't heard of Boulderwash? Pretty much nobody but the 400 residents have. In the parking lot of the town's only grocery store, I pointed and told her, "Look over there. You can't quite see our house, it's on the other side of that hill. We're nearly home."

I felt her warm breath on my ear as she happily mused, "OUR house? Home? FINALLY, I'll have a real home and a man who deserves me! And babies, lots of babies!"

I squeezed a boob through her jacket. "And lots of baby making! Let's buy what we need for the winter and get out of here. I can't wait to hibernate naked with you."

It was good we had two large vehicles. We bought five full carts of groceries, including half my weight in jerky and sausage. I didn't like her getting eight cartons of cigarettes, but I smiled gleefully when she handed me her birth control pills. She said, "I don't need 'em anymore. Lead me home and put some kids in me."

I would have been happy to obey, but a blonde young lady walked near us. I tried to remember where I'd seen her before but she explained, "I'm Shana, from the ladies' room at the diner."

My girlfriend jealously demanded, "From WHERE?"

The young blonde began to cry as she continued, "He got me pregnant in the ladies' room and I lost my job. My parents kicked me out, too. Can you please help me?"

I could practically see fire behind Tawny's eyes as I asked her, "Will you let her be our cleaning lady, if she'll lick your pussy clean whenever you want? I shouldn't abandon a lover or any of my kids, right?"

She angrily pointed at me and touched the tip of my nose. "YOU! GRRR! YOU!" She turned to Shana and asked, "Will you have sex with us if we give you a job and a place to stay?"

I took a deep sniff and could tell the twin boys inside her were my sons. She timidly replied, "He's AMAZING, and... and I never thought I liked girls, but you're super hot too! Just be nice to me, please?" I could see a small bulge in her abdomen as she hugged Tawny from the side and plaintively looked up at her.

I felt Tawny's talons lightly scratch my throat as she stared in my eyes and said, "YOU are one VERY lucky man."

"I know! I really do! Let's go home."

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THIS STORY CONTINUES in the crossover 'Trailer Trash Tycoon' chapter 3.

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