General Matthew's Fun Night Out

She unhooked her leg from his shoulder, closing her eyes as she moderated her breathing.

In the next moment, she was falling backwards, leaning against a large, strong body. Her eyes snapped open in shock. Matt had stood up and was carrying her in his arms. He leaned in to nuzzle his face next to her ear.

"Shall we?" He rasped.

"You're good..." She praised, her manicured hand coming up to pull on the collar of his shirt, feeling his hard chest underneath and partially exposing it.

Matt grinned, walking over to the bed as he chuckled, "I try."

She felt herself being put down on a large, luxurious bed with thick, warm covers. As his body left hers, the night air touched her skin, causing her nipples to peak. Her cunt was still throbbing from its earlier workout, the cool air a relief.

She scrambled to release her feet from her heels, flinging them off. She felt her heavy breasts bounce as she walked toward the edge of the thick mattress on her knees, where Matt was standing.

He leaned down to give her a kiss on the lips as his hands gripped the edges of his white shirt. As he straightened his back, he pulled the shirt off his body in a swift, deft motion.

Revealing his perfect, rock hard abs, the thin lines between them well defined, rippling as he moved to bunch up his white shirt and fling it to a far corner of the room.

Val's mouth watered. By instinct, she put her palms on his perfect body, laving with her tongue between the valleys of his lower pecks, going lower and lower until she was using her teeth to gingerly bite at his zipper, tugging it down.

She tugged at his pants and he reached down to his waistband to help her, pulling both the pants and his underwear off so that his semi-hard dick was unveiled.

"Aren't you a big boy," she husked.

"My boy thinks you're quite stunning. He's saluting you already." The green-eyed man replied, his hand softly rustling her hair, encouraging her.

Val chuckled at the military term, flattered by the comment and eager to reciprocate for his earlier performance. She put her palms on his thighs, then kissed the head of his dick, lightly drawing her tongue across the top of it, before leaning down to lick his shaft from bottom to top. Then back down before repeating the motion.

His entire length was completely lubricated with her spit when she put him in her mouth, her plump lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as her tongue slowly swirled around the head of his dick. She started a gentle suckling, feeling him harden in her as she took in more of his length.

She pushed against his thighs and pulled her mouth off, before swirling her tongue around the helmet of his dick again before bearing down on him, taking in more of his length this time.

"Feels so good." She heard his masculine voice groan.

Encouraged, Val looked up, her eyes connecting immediately with his lust-filled ones. A jolt of excitement shot straight down to her already-aching pussy.

He was pure, virile masculinity. She wanted him. More of him. She moaned at his appreciation, her eyes never leaving his as she sucked him harder, pushing herself deeper onto his length. As she came back up, she sat backwards for balance, removing her hands from his thighs as she pulled down the top of her dress.

Her large breasts bounced out, pushed up and forward by the bunched up material of her dress. She moved so that his dick was sandwiched between her breasts, pressing them together as she leaned her chest into him, bouncing on her knees so that he could slide between the channel that she had created.

"Fuck..." Matt groaned as he stepped even closer to the bed, allowing her to tit fuck him. His dick was buried between her ample bosom, sliding up and down her cleavage into her eager, suckling mouth, her blue eyes never leaving his. His grip on her head tightened and she moaned, the throaty sound reverberating around his iron member as she suddenly released her breasts, put her hands back on his thighs, and deep throated him.

Matt gave a deep, guttural groan, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her off.

"That was too good, I'm going to cum in your mouth if you keep up." Matt apologized, his voice hoarse.

Val chuckled as she felt him reach out to pull her dress off over her head.

"You don't think I'll swallow?" She teased.

"You're so hot, I wanna mount you and stretch out your puss." He growled, crawling over her.

His coarse words sent molten liquid to her vagina. Val swung her golden hair to a side as she got on her hands and knees.

"I thought you'd never ask," she groaned, needing something hot and hard between her legs to relieve her need.

She was on all fours, and he was on top of her, his hands holding hers down as he leaned into her ear.

"Spread wide sexy lady, I'm a big boy and I wanna go hard on you."

"Uh huh," she replied, smiling broadly as she widened her legs.

He released one of her hands to position himself at her entrance, pushing in. She felt the pressure for a moment on her pussy lips, before the ample lubrication allowed him to slide in.

"Fuck..." She groaned, his thickness inching into her, dragging along her nerve endings.

He was so handsome. So strong. So rich. So fucking perfect.

"How's it feel?" He teased as he continued to push in. She tightened her walls around him in response, causing him to groan.

"Like I'm being owned by a big, strong man." She rasped, her breaths coming out rapidly as he pushed his thick length deeper into her.

"Yeah? You like feeling me so strong inside you?" He said, gripping her waist as he rammed home, his tongue licking into the outer canal of her ear.

"Fuck yes." She groaned.

He drew out slowly, causing more pressure to build within her as her walls clenched around him, trying to drag him back in.

When he was all out, he slowly pushed back in, taking his time.

Val was fucking frustrated. The tension deep in her belly was driving her crazy with want.

"Yo big man, you promised me a hard fucking." She was slightly embarrassed to have to ask, but it seemed to be the right thing to say in the moment.

"I did." She could hear the chuckle in his voice at his reply, "I just wanted to make sure that its what you wanted too."

"Just shut the fuck up and get on with it," she demanded.

Now firmly lodged inside her, he moved his hand to her waist, holding her firmly as he slammed in.

"Fuck!" She cried, then felt him retreat quickly before slamming in again.

"You like that?" He growled.

"Yes!" She screamed.

He pulled her on and off him as she screamed her approval, until her pussy sent a wave of vibrations through her body.

He sat on his heels then, pulling her up to sit on him as his hands came to her waist, moving her up and down so that she bounced on his dick. He bit down on her neck, one of his hands coming up to cup her large breasts which were jiggling with gravity, rolling her long nipple between his fingers.

"Hard enough for you yet?" He asked.

"Ugh." She cursed, feeling his dick spear through her, the fullness of it and the tingling sensation at her pussy bringing her so close to the edge again. So close.

"Feels fucking amazing." She conceded.

"Yeah." He rasped, before his hands were again on her hips, pulling her down as he drove upwards into her, their rapid pace burning a channel through her pussy, which clamped down on him and shuddered all around his rod. Her body twitched as her muscles spasmed, gushing liquid down her thighs.

"Fuck me harder." She begged, looking back at him, keeping eye contact as she slid up and down his dick, her hands pushing up her breasts for his perusal.

His eyes were dark with lust as he pushed her forward so that she was lying flat. He then lay over her, his weight feeling delicious on her body as she was pressed into the bed. His hands reached for her breasts, groping them roughly as he licked and sucked at her neck, his dick pistoning in and out of her in rapid, deep strokes.

"Ugh," she groaned, her over-sensitive woman flesh quivering around him.

"I'm going to cum." He said, his voice mindless with lust as he continued to fuck her into the bed.

Val's eyes shot open in panic. This was the point where she normally asked a man to pull out. However, just before the words came from her mouth, she stopped herself.

Why should she ask him to pull out? It felt amazing and he was so perfect. So what if she got pregnant? He would be hers forever, then.

She felt his dick quiver for a moment, her heart pumping with excitement and anticipation. She squeezed down hard on him, holding him in.

Then, disappointingly, he pulled out. Load after load of warm liquid fell on her back.

Their heavy breathing filled the air. Once the deed was done, Matt seemed to be embarrassed. There was a silence that drew out uncomfortably as he pickup up his shirt, his pants, his underwear, and stepped away from her.

Val was confused but wanted to play it cool as she also gathered her clothes. She followed him to the bathroom, disappointed at his cold demeanor after sex. A feeling of impending doom filled her, and she felt strangely used.

Her footsteps were slow. By the time she came to the bathroom, he had already put on his shirt and pants, and was holding a warm, wet towel in his hands.

His warm smile melted her heart. Of course, he did not mean to leave her after the deed. She looked at her reflection.

She was so fucking beautiful, she told herself. And he was such a gentleman.

"Let me clean you off," he said. She turned around, letting him wipe the cum off her body. She dropped the dress sensuously to the floor, wanting to feel his naked body again, to seduce him into intimacy.

He smiled, wrapped his arms around her, and brought her to bed. He was still fully clothed as he kissed her goodnight, his arm slung around her naked body.

Alarm bells rang in her head. She needed a confession of love. A commitment. Seeing that none was forthcoming, she tried to tease it out of him, kissing him on the lips as she whispered, "I think I could love you."

He touched her hair, a smile that didn't reach his eyes on his face. Or was she imagining it? Surely, he was not unaffected by her.

"You're a sexy lady. I will remember this." He said, looking deeply into her eyes. She stared at him, waiting for him to say something more. Something romantic. Something sweet to tell her that she was special. Because surely she must be special.

"Just a memory?" She asked, fishing for the words that he was not saying.

"You need another workout? You win then, sexy lady, I can't keep up." He gave a look of mock defeat, causing her to chuckle despite the uneasiness in her heart.

Matt leaned forward and kissed her on the top of her head, the sweet gesture calming her somewhat.

"I have to wake up early tomorrow. Lets call it a night?" He asked.

She reached for his hand and he brought it to his lips, kissing it as he stared into her eyes.

Val was smitten. Not only was he wealthy, he was classy, too. She really wanted him. Tomorrow, then. Perhaps he was tired after sex. Some men were like that. She shouldn't push him into a relationship now.

At least he was still spending the night. Tomorrow, she would seduce him again.

Not wanting to appear overly needy, she let him release her hand as he rolled over to sleep.

~~~

Early the next morning, she felt a stirring next to her.

She sat up, watching as the man from last night rolled off the bed and walked to the door, where he efficiently put on his shoes.

In the morning light, he still looked damn sexy. And wealthy.

His aloof manner somehow made him seem even more powerful than the drunken party boy of last night. He was the perfect match for her, if not for the fact that it seemed like he was trying to sneak out.

"Where are you going?" She demanded loudly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to have woken you." He replied apologetically, then quickly walked back to the bed.

Of course he wouldn't leave her, she told herself as he came over. Why would he? She was a man's wet dream. He was probably just going to get room service..

Val looked hauntily at him, pouting as she offered him her cheek.

Whatever the case, if he wanted attention now, she would make him beg for it. Treat them mean, keep them keen.

"Thank you for a wonderful night," he said, leaning in to kiss her on her proferred cheek. Chastely. Too chastely.

Val's eyes widened as understanding dawned. This man was not keen. Not keen at all.

He was just being polite. He really did mean to just walk out and leave her!

She quickly turned her face so that they locked lips, trying to wrap her hands around his neck to deepen the kiss. Hadn't they been so close only the evening before? What happened to that mutual attraction, that palpable electric between them?

She got her answer when Matt forcefully removed her hands from his neck, broke out of her embrace, and whispered, "sorry beautiful, but lets not make this harder than it needs to be."

Then his eyes left hers, shutting her out as he walked toward the door.

"When will I see you again?" She croaked, panic running through her veins as she desperately tried to re-establish their connection.

Hearing no reply, she quickly changed tactics.

Using a pleading, soft voice, she confessed her adoration for him.

"I liked you, Matt. I thought you felt the same way..." Anxiously, she waited for him to turn back around, to confess his undying love for her.

Instead his back only got closer and closer to the door.

Her temper flared.

She was damned beautiful and he knew it. No one could fuck her and then walk away without wanting more! She felt adrenaline course through her veins as she got ready to jump out of the bed to grab him. To beg him or to slap him, she didn't know.

And then he replied.

"I liked you." He had reached the door, his back still facing her, avoiding eye contact.

Val gripped the sheets, listening with bated breath as a dreadful sense of foreboding weighed on her spirit at his use of the past tense.

"But I like many women, Val. I'm sorry if you felt like it was something more. I thought I had been clear about this." Matt's tone was warm despite his cold words.

"The room's paid for, just let yourself out." He quickly added, before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.

He heard the flying pillow that had come his way hit the back of the door as he briskly walked away, hastening his footsteps before the woman he had taken back from the club could get dressed to follow him. The walls echoed with a shrill scream of "bastard!"

Matthews frowned.

Was he really a bastard?

He had been clear with her the night before regarding his intentions. And from the sounds of it, she had been more than willing to stay with him for a bit of fun. In fact, he had gone out of his way to recreate a mutually pleasurable experience for the both of them.

Most importantly, he did actually have legitimate parents, ones he loved very much. Given all these, why would she call him a bastard?

The frown lifted from Matt's face. His conscience was clear. He had obviously just fallen victim to another crazy woman.

You never know the crazies you can meet randomly nowadays, he told himself.

He should have just stuck with The Dalmore 62, as least the hangover wouldn't question his poor old mother's existence, bless her sweet soul.

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Thanks so much to Truehearts for helping to edit this piece, and giving initial feedback.

For those who are interested, General Matthews exists in the longer story of Damien and Psychi, which I am still writing. As of chapter 8, he was a recently introduced minor character, who will probably gain prominence later on in the story. Nonetheless, this was a one-shot, standalone piece of the general's fun night out.

Vacien