Goddess_X
06-17-2003, 03:02 PM
I watch the man from across the night club. He looks like a lion amongst cubs, encircled by his friends, who are darting glances at me, nudging him to come toward me, laughing at some joke. He stands head and shoulders above them. He doesn't seem to hear them. No, I know from the masculine, hard line of his jaw that he is not a man given to peer pressure. He will come to me when he is ready to.
I glance back at the awkward girl in front of me, feeling bad for having not heard what she was saying. She is slim, blonde, big-breasted, long-legged, like a Playboy bunny... not at all my type. I glance at her belly baring shirt, see her ribs showing and try very hard not to grimace. I know instinctively it is her first time hitting on another woman. My pity for her prompts me to put her out of her misery.
Pulling her close to me in an attempt to soften the blow, I interrupt the poor stuttering girl in mid-sentence. "Sweetheart, you are so very lovely, and any man or woman in this bar would want you," I say quite honestly. I pause, feeling horrible about the hopeful light that comes into her eyes. "But you are too slender for my particular tastes." I know her face would have fallen, but few women mind being called too thin. She bites her lip, torn between feeling insulted or complimented. "Come back to me when you've had a few hamburgers, and I will be the very first to initiate you," I say, smiling playfully, and she laughs. I gesture toward a girl at the other end of the dance floor who I'd seen eyeing her all night. They smile at each other, and I kiss her on the cheek before giving her a gentle shove in that direction, none the worse for wear.
I look back at the man across the room. A knowing smile plays across his sensuous lips, and I smirk back as I uncross my legs, propping one up on the bar stool next to me, my already short black skirt easing up a little. He leans back against the wall, watching me with his lop-sided grin, even though his friends are becoming more and more insistent. He has one hand tucked in his pristine black slacks, and he somehow makes the suit jacket he wears looks informal. I chuckle to myself. Ah, a manipulative one. A common soul.
Playing the game, I bend slightly to adjust an ankle strap on my high heels, knowing full well that I'm exposing most of my breasts in my low cut shirt. I cannot hear his friends, but I see their mouths form O's, and in a frenzy they leap about shoving at my friend, who ignores them, the seductive smile still on his face.
Deciding I have played enough at this, I stand, pushing my skirt down, and walk out the door. Like any woman, I enjoy the sound of my high heels on the cement outside as I walk to my car with slow, measured strides. As I reach my truck, I bend my head to draw my keys out of my handbag.
In the blink of an eye, I find myself pinned against the side of my vehicle. My heart only falters a single beat before I look up at the man from the club, who towers above me although I am a somewhat tall woman. His whole body is pressed against mine with a gentle sort of pressure.
"Where do you think you're going after that show?" I wonder for a moment if he means my belly dancing earlier in the evening that seemed to grab everyone's attention or if he means the flirtation shortly afterward.
"I had every intention of going home."
"Alone?" he says in a deep voice as smooth and thick as molasses. I cannot see his face in the darkness of the parking lot, but I focus on his shirt and the top two buttons that are unbuttoned, exposing his thick neck and a sparse spray of dark hair.
"Who says I'm going home alone?"
"You've turned down every man..." he pauses, his voice thickening, "and woman that's approached you tonight." He shifts, and I realize that he has an erection. I should be frightened, perhaps, but I am only intrigued. I could simply say "No" right now, and I somehow know that he would walk away immediately.
I struggle to remember what he last said, my senses overwhelmed by the clean, masculine scent of him. "Perhaps I don't need any help finding satisfaction tonight. Perhaps I will touch myself when I get home," I answer. I feel him draw a deep breath, and a shiver goes through him. I feel the solid, huge erection he has up against me twitch slightly.
"God, you're a tease." I smile. I'm called a tease so often that it should legally be my name.
He puts one huge hand up to my cheek, obviously intending to kiss me. I turn my head away from his oncoming kiss and quickly take his middle finger into my mouth, sucking and licking at it. He groans so fiercely for the first time I wonder at the wisdom of my actions. His middle finger alone almost chokes me, and I wonder at the size of his manhood.
Withdrawing his finger from my mouth, he puts two hands under my ass and, to my shock, he lifts me, which is no small feat. He has me pinned against the truck and my legs are spread open, and cradled between them I feel his dick straining against the confines of his suit.
"Do you want this?" he asks, and I know in that moment that my opinion of him is confirmed - he will stop if I ask. I nod.
Using only one hand and the weight of his massive body to hold me in place, he reaches up to the neckline of my scarlet shirt and pulls it down with a powerful jerk. I hear the fabric tear and my large, firm breasts are exposed to the night air. He is trembling now with the effort of restraining his passion, and when he looks down at my breasts and sees them in the yellow cast of a distant street light, he grunts and thrusts his hips violently against me.
"You didn't wear a bra?" he says, taking one breast in his hand, feeling the weight of it, rolling one hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. I don't answer him.
I hear a few drunk people exit the club, but I know they can only barely see us, although they can certainly hear our heavy breathing, and I like the idea of that. A couple of guys hoot at us before climbing into their car.
He lifts me higher still so that my breasts are at face level. Although I cannot see it clearly, I feel his pointed tongue pushing at my nipple, playing with it, then finally he suckles greedily at it as though he is a starving man. I tilt my head back, a loud moan escaping me, the stars before my eyes blurring. He pushes my black skirt up to my waist, then shoves one finger up inside the tight glove of my cunt, and abruptly lifts his head in surprise. For a moment the meager light hits his face just the right way and I can see that his eyes are blue and his hair is black as a raven's wing.
"You're not wearing underwear?"
I smile.
"Fucking tease," he growls in such a way that I feel praised. He lets me down and I sway, feeling faint and ravished. He takes the keys from my limp hand and opens the door, then lifts me once again and lays me against the seats. I am suddenly glad that I chose to purchase a truck with one large seat, and that I had so much interior room, as this giant of a man certainly would not have fit in anything less.
"Forgive me, my dear, there isn't room for me to orally pleasure you as I would so like to."
Putting two huge fingers up inside of me, he uses the pad of his thumb to rub my slick clitoris, then leans forward to kiss me passionately. Within moments the windows are fogged, I am crying out and gripping at anything I can get my hands on until my knuckles are white, and I am quickly approaching orgasm.I reach forward to grasp his cock, and, finding it unerringly, I gasp at the size of it. The feel of it puts me in mind of satin stretched over steel. The man's growl rumbles in his throat as if he was some feral animal, and he rams his fingers in and out of me. Everything about being in the darkness of this vehicle, which is itself in a dark, seedy looking parking lot, with this dark and dangerous man, doing dark and forbidden things, makes it feel delightfully sinful. Heat burns between my legs, my body is glazed in a fine sheen of sweat, fire licks my entire body, but in the next moment the darkness becomes bright, decadent hell becomes blissful heaven, and he brings me to a screaming, throbbing climax such as I'm sure neither heaven, earth, nor hell has ever seen, and it shatters above my body, then rains down on me like glittering golden shards of light.
Before my spasms are through and the light has dissipated, the man has shed his suit jacket and shirt, unbuttoned his pants, and he is on top of me, spreading my legs wider for him. I reach down to shield myself from his penetration while with the other hand I grasp his penis and am relieved to find a condom encasing the immensity of his cock. I then allow him entry, and with one powerful thrust he buries himself inside me, and I scream at the pain and pleasure of his size.
The violence of our passion overwhelms us, as his hands on my hips grip, knead, demand with a pleasure bordering and crossing pain, and he tilts my hips to better accommodate him. My nails dig into his muscled back, and I am devilishly pleased to know he may well be scarred forever, my brand marking him. He grasps my hair, pulling my head back to expose my vulnerable throat to him, and with a savage sound he bites at one of my shoulders. The sweat which I normally find so repelling is now a source of great pleasure as our bodies slide together and in the faint light of the moon pouring through the window we look as though we were wrought of silver instead of flesh. As he pounds away at me, ramming seemingly deeper and deeper, touching a place within me that I did not know existed, he snarls lurid filth in my ear, asking me questions to which I can only moan and buck against him in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm every woman instinctively knows, like the ocean knows the ebb and tide of the shore. This is not lovemaking, I think, this is fucking, this is animalistic, this is carnal... this is glorious.
With a final brutal thrust, I feel his body jerk and he throws his head back to roar, and I wonder deliriously if I have really been coupling with a mere man all this time, but then he collapses against me, weakened and sated like any other mortal man.
After what may have been a few moments or could have been a year, I carefully reach over without disturbing him and open the glove compartment, from which I extract my wedding ring and slip it onto my finger. I smile against his neck.
"You are such a good husband."
He lifts his head and smiles at me in a lazy, sleepy way. I hand him his wedding ring, then run my hand through his tousled dark hair. "And you're the perfect wife. I am a lucky man. Are you ready to go home, my little tease?"
I nod. He kisses me, whispering that he loves me. He wearily lifts himself off of me and slips his keys into the ignition, and we drive home as the dawn seeps into the night sky, the new day bringing light to the shadows.
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I glance back at the awkward girl in front of me, feeling bad for having not heard what she was saying. She is slim, blonde, big-breasted, long-legged, like a Playboy bunny... not at all my type. I glance at her belly baring shirt, see her ribs showing and try very hard not to grimace. I know instinctively it is her first time hitting on another woman. My pity for her prompts me to put her out of her misery.
Pulling her close to me in an attempt to soften the blow, I interrupt the poor stuttering girl in mid-sentence. "Sweetheart, you are so very lovely, and any man or woman in this bar would want you," I say quite honestly. I pause, feeling horrible about the hopeful light that comes into her eyes. "But you are too slender for my particular tastes." I know her face would have fallen, but few women mind being called too thin. She bites her lip, torn between feeling insulted or complimented. "Come back to me when you've had a few hamburgers, and I will be the very first to initiate you," I say, smiling playfully, and she laughs. I gesture toward a girl at the other end of the dance floor who I'd seen eyeing her all night. They smile at each other, and I kiss her on the cheek before giving her a gentle shove in that direction, none the worse for wear.
I look back at the man across the room. A knowing smile plays across his sensuous lips, and I smirk back as I uncross my legs, propping one up on the bar stool next to me, my already short black skirt easing up a little. He leans back against the wall, watching me with his lop-sided grin, even though his friends are becoming more and more insistent. He has one hand tucked in his pristine black slacks, and he somehow makes the suit jacket he wears looks informal. I chuckle to myself. Ah, a manipulative one. A common soul.
Playing the game, I bend slightly to adjust an ankle strap on my high heels, knowing full well that I'm exposing most of my breasts in my low cut shirt. I cannot hear his friends, but I see their mouths form O's, and in a frenzy they leap about shoving at my friend, who ignores them, the seductive smile still on his face.
Deciding I have played enough at this, I stand, pushing my skirt down, and walk out the door. Like any woman, I enjoy the sound of my high heels on the cement outside as I walk to my car with slow, measured strides. As I reach my truck, I bend my head to draw my keys out of my handbag.
In the blink of an eye, I find myself pinned against the side of my vehicle. My heart only falters a single beat before I look up at the man from the club, who towers above me although I am a somewhat tall woman. His whole body is pressed against mine with a gentle sort of pressure.
"Where do you think you're going after that show?" I wonder for a moment if he means my belly dancing earlier in the evening that seemed to grab everyone's attention or if he means the flirtation shortly afterward.
"I had every intention of going home."
"Alone?" he says in a deep voice as smooth and thick as molasses. I cannot see his face in the darkness of the parking lot, but I focus on his shirt and the top two buttons that are unbuttoned, exposing his thick neck and a sparse spray of dark hair.
"Who says I'm going home alone?"
"You've turned down every man..." he pauses, his voice thickening, "and woman that's approached you tonight." He shifts, and I realize that he has an erection. I should be frightened, perhaps, but I am only intrigued. I could simply say "No" right now, and I somehow know that he would walk away immediately.
I struggle to remember what he last said, my senses overwhelmed by the clean, masculine scent of him. "Perhaps I don't need any help finding satisfaction tonight. Perhaps I will touch myself when I get home," I answer. I feel him draw a deep breath, and a shiver goes through him. I feel the solid, huge erection he has up against me twitch slightly.
"God, you're a tease." I smile. I'm called a tease so often that it should legally be my name.
He puts one huge hand up to my cheek, obviously intending to kiss me. I turn my head away from his oncoming kiss and quickly take his middle finger into my mouth, sucking and licking at it. He groans so fiercely for the first time I wonder at the wisdom of my actions. His middle finger alone almost chokes me, and I wonder at the size of his manhood.
Withdrawing his finger from my mouth, he puts two hands under my ass and, to my shock, he lifts me, which is no small feat. He has me pinned against the truck and my legs are spread open, and cradled between them I feel his dick straining against the confines of his suit.
"Do you want this?" he asks, and I know in that moment that my opinion of him is confirmed - he will stop if I ask. I nod.
Using only one hand and the weight of his massive body to hold me in place, he reaches up to the neckline of my scarlet shirt and pulls it down with a powerful jerk. I hear the fabric tear and my large, firm breasts are exposed to the night air. He is trembling now with the effort of restraining his passion, and when he looks down at my breasts and sees them in the yellow cast of a distant street light, he grunts and thrusts his hips violently against me.
"You didn't wear a bra?" he says, taking one breast in his hand, feeling the weight of it, rolling one hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. I don't answer him.
I hear a few drunk people exit the club, but I know they can only barely see us, although they can certainly hear our heavy breathing, and I like the idea of that. A couple of guys hoot at us before climbing into their car.
He lifts me higher still so that my breasts are at face level. Although I cannot see it clearly, I feel his pointed tongue pushing at my nipple, playing with it, then finally he suckles greedily at it as though he is a starving man. I tilt my head back, a loud moan escaping me, the stars before my eyes blurring. He pushes my black skirt up to my waist, then shoves one finger up inside the tight glove of my cunt, and abruptly lifts his head in surprise. For a moment the meager light hits his face just the right way and I can see that his eyes are blue and his hair is black as a raven's wing.
"You're not wearing underwear?"
I smile.
"Fucking tease," he growls in such a way that I feel praised. He lets me down and I sway, feeling faint and ravished. He takes the keys from my limp hand and opens the door, then lifts me once again and lays me against the seats. I am suddenly glad that I chose to purchase a truck with one large seat, and that I had so much interior room, as this giant of a man certainly would not have fit in anything less.
"Forgive me, my dear, there isn't room for me to orally pleasure you as I would so like to."
Putting two huge fingers up inside of me, he uses the pad of his thumb to rub my slick clitoris, then leans forward to kiss me passionately. Within moments the windows are fogged, I am crying out and gripping at anything I can get my hands on until my knuckles are white, and I am quickly approaching orgasm.I reach forward to grasp his cock, and, finding it unerringly, I gasp at the size of it. The feel of it puts me in mind of satin stretched over steel. The man's growl rumbles in his throat as if he was some feral animal, and he rams his fingers in and out of me. Everything about being in the darkness of this vehicle, which is itself in a dark, seedy looking parking lot, with this dark and dangerous man, doing dark and forbidden things, makes it feel delightfully sinful. Heat burns between my legs, my body is glazed in a fine sheen of sweat, fire licks my entire body, but in the next moment the darkness becomes bright, decadent hell becomes blissful heaven, and he brings me to a screaming, throbbing climax such as I'm sure neither heaven, earth, nor hell has ever seen, and it shatters above my body, then rains down on me like glittering golden shards of light.
Before my spasms are through and the light has dissipated, the man has shed his suit jacket and shirt, unbuttoned his pants, and he is on top of me, spreading my legs wider for him. I reach down to shield myself from his penetration while with the other hand I grasp his penis and am relieved to find a condom encasing the immensity of his cock. I then allow him entry, and with one powerful thrust he buries himself inside me, and I scream at the pain and pleasure of his size.
The violence of our passion overwhelms us, as his hands on my hips grip, knead, demand with a pleasure bordering and crossing pain, and he tilts my hips to better accommodate him. My nails dig into his muscled back, and I am devilishly pleased to know he may well be scarred forever, my brand marking him. He grasps my hair, pulling my head back to expose my vulnerable throat to him, and with a savage sound he bites at one of my shoulders. The sweat which I normally find so repelling is now a source of great pleasure as our bodies slide together and in the faint light of the moon pouring through the window we look as though we were wrought of silver instead of flesh. As he pounds away at me, ramming seemingly deeper and deeper, touching a place within me that I did not know existed, he snarls lurid filth in my ear, asking me questions to which I can only moan and buck against him in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm every woman instinctively knows, like the ocean knows the ebb and tide of the shore. This is not lovemaking, I think, this is fucking, this is animalistic, this is carnal... this is glorious.
With a final brutal thrust, I feel his body jerk and he throws his head back to roar, and I wonder deliriously if I have really been coupling with a mere man all this time, but then he collapses against me, weakened and sated like any other mortal man.
After what may have been a few moments or could have been a year, I carefully reach over without disturbing him and open the glove compartment, from which I extract my wedding ring and slip it onto my finger. I smile against his neck.
"You are such a good husband."
He lifts his head and smiles at me in a lazy, sleepy way. I hand him his wedding ring, then run my hand through his tousled dark hair. "And you're the perfect wife. I am a lucky man. Are you ready to go home, my little tease?"
I nod. He kisses me, whispering that he loves me. He wearily lifts himself off of me and slips his keys into the ignition, and we drive home as the dawn seeps into the night sky, the new day bringing light to the shadows.
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