Three days of cold drizzle put me in a very bad mood. Three days of nothing but cold feet and bad coffee, watching and wondering if she would brave the weather. How horny was she? When the rain started to freeze on my windshield I decided not horny enough. I quit for the day and headed to *The Spot*. Hannah never bugged me about my tab and let me stay in the warm as long as I wanted.
Damn! If only she were thirty years younger!
“Hey, Hanna! I’m not here, ok?” I marched straight to the back and sat in a booth with a high back. Hannah came by with the coffee pot and a mug. She poured me a coffee and the put the pot on the table. “Rough steak out, Brin?” She leaned forward and shook her double D’s at me. “Poor baby! You just snuggle in here and warm yourself, kid.” She laughed her hearty laugh, picked up the pot and turned to walk away. “Wo, I forgot, you’re not here.”
Damn! If only I were thirty years older.
The coffee helped chase my chill and Hannah kept it coming. She threw in a slab of apple pie somewhere along the way. I slipped my sound screen on and checked messages. Nothing but people wanting to be paid. I tapped the side bar and looked at the weather map. Another tap and the news feed ran. Of course it was all good news, now that the government controlled all the communications outlets all the news was good news.
I was watching a Senator explaining that slavery was older than the bible when the woman ducked into the booth directly opposite. She startled when she saw me and turned her face away. It looked like a pretty face but I didn’t have the energy to chase her or the money to buy her so I busied myself with my pie. Hannah came by to take her order. I heard the siren of a Retrieval Van pass by and a few minutes later two goons in green Retrieval Force uniforms barged in and scanned the room. The high back of the booth hid the woman from view. Hannah said something to them and they left.
Hannah served the woman water and poured her a mug of coffee. I heard her say the coffee was on the house. Then she freshened my coffee and hung her breasts in front of me.
The look on her face kept me focused on her eyes.
“Those two were looking for a runaway Humpa. The woman behind me is naked under that coat and pretty beat up. She doesn’t have any money and begged me to just let her stay until she warmed up. Could be a nice big bounty in it for you.”
I thanked her and started checking off all the bills I could pay with the bounty for an escaped Humpa. Of course I couldn’t keep it simple. I had to start wondering why she ran. A Humpa’s life isn’t great, but there are lots worse.
The answer stormed into the dining room a few seconds later.
He didn’t ask, he just started looking. When he stopped at the woman’s booth she started to wail and keen and begged him to forgive her. He gave her the back of his hand in answer. Then he cocked his arm back. The slap got me up on my feet and two quick steps got me close enough to hook his arm before he could throw the punch.
“Hey, friend. Let’s just get a cup of coffee and see if we can straighten this out. What do you say? No sense getting excited.”
I guess he wasn’t in a chatty mood because he said a few things that mostly sounded like ‘mothafucka’ as he wheeled around to face me. He was a strong guy and looked like he had done some boxing. His problem was he was playing by the rules. I wasn’t. He was on the floor choking on his blood before he knew what hit him. After I put him out with a well placed kick, I took his cash and ID card out of his wallet. There was also a Humpa token.
I stuck the token in my pocket, turned to the woman, and said, “You belong to me now,” She looked me in the eye and replied, “I know.”
***
When I got her home and stripped the coat off her I could see she had been systematically beaten, mostly with fists but some welts across her ass were probably a belt. I made her shower and as the makeup washed off I could see a lot more bruises. I could also see she was a real beauty with a great figure.
My sound screen beeped so I tore my eyes away from the girl to check out her history. My grin widened as her details added up to one very big pay day. She was a Class Alpha, Grade 5 Humpa! She was raised a slave, selected for pleasure service at an early age and trained in the classical arts as well as the practical. She could sing, play three instruments and dance. Her education was broad and she could hold her own in conversations in polite as well as bawdy company. She was also worth a lot more than I made in a year.
I wrapped her in a towel and sat her on the end of my bed to dry her hair with another. When I asked her if she was hungry she nodded and reached for my zipper. I told her I meant food and she nodded again as she flashed me a wan smile. She smiled at me with her lips, but her eyes were dull, almost dead. Before I left I lifted her chin to make her look directly at me. I told her if she ran I would find her. Here very blue eyes regained a bit of life and she completed my thought. “After you find me it will be very bad for me.” Her eyes dulled again as she added, “I won’t run, Sir. I know I belong to you.”
I wanted to give her a week to recover, but the temptation was too great and I found myself standing behind her and slipping my hand under the tee shirt as she was doing dishes. When she felt my touch she raised her elbow to ease my approach. Her skin was smooth and her flesh supple. My palm supported her shapely tit as my thumb and forefinger found her nipple. It went hard as I rolled it between my fingers. My other hand slipped under the tee and headed south, slid under the waistband of her yoga pants and cupped her mound. My cock realized he was missing out on the fun so he swelled and stretched out to fill the valley between her very full ass cheeks. She stopped washing dishes when my fingers slid off her mound and sucked in her breath as I slipped a hand between her thighs. She moaned as my finger started to run up and down her slit and started moving her ass in a way that invited my cock to settle in deeper.
I turned her and pulled her hip into me as my fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her folds. She moaned again as I teased her cllt, rubbing her hood from side to side, and bent her knees to spread her legs as my finger pushed into her hole and my thumb toyed with her clit. She looked up at me with steamy blue eyes and parted her lips just enough so mine could taste her. Our kiss was deep and passionate. We held it as I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She looked up at me after I sat her on the end of the bed.
I asked her if she was hungry. Her smile seemed genuine as she reached for my zipper and her eyes sparkled as she freed my rock hard cock and licked her lips. She kissed my tip and took it into her mouth. Her swirling tongue and quivering, hungry lips made me moan. Then she took more and more until my tip was well down her throat and her lips reached the base of my shaft. She reversed the process and laughed when I pushed her on her back and nearly ripped her yoga pants off to get her legs parted. I kissed her breasts and worked my way down to her lower lips. Then I rose up and looked at her as I roared and lowered down to push my cock into her pussy.
Oh fuck! The way she moved! The way she moaned! The feel of her hands on my back! Oh, the way she sensed the precise moment to arch her back so I could slip my arms under her to crush her against me as I exploded in her quivering cunt.
I was spent but took most of my weight on my head and forearms to avoid crushing her. When I recovered enough to move I pulled my arms out from under her and propped up to look down into her beautiful face. I was still in her, our pubes pressed together.
“That was incredible! It was …”, I started. She giggled as she interrupted. Her beautiful blue eyes laughed as she finished my thought. “Special?”
Two days later we took a break to go out and buy her some decent clothes. Then we went to the Bureau and I registered her in my name. I named her Emma.
What the hell? It’s only money!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b1f4h3/brin_and_emma_out_of_the_freezing_rain_mf