this is nothing,really. and it starts off kinda slow.
The rich beat of the music coursed through me and sparked against the alcohol that trickled through my blood stream. I leaned over the railing and looked down into the pit, the bodies rolled and crashed against each other in a violent wave matching the screams of the band on stage. They kicked and slammed all Mohawks and black boots, fueling the pit to a rapid boil that splattered blood against the crowd.
I moved away from the rail and moved to the stairs littered here and there with the far to drunk and those seeking a moment of cooler air from the blasting heat of the club. The bar was under the balcony and I ordered a shot, tapping my fingers to the music as I waited. The bartender slid the drink to me with my change and I flipped a tip to him, and turned to face the crowd, my back to the bar. I tipped the shot up with a cringe as the molten hot singe of the ice-cold liquid burned down my throat. I gasped and opened my eye, that’s when I saw him.
The club suddenly got very hot as he pushed his way out of the pit, cut on his brow, blood sliding into his eyes and dripping onto his white wife beater. One eye closed to the blood and sweat, he kicked his way through the crowd with high docs laced in green to match the suspenders latched to his torn blue jeans. He wiped the blood from his eye and stopped a few feet in front of me and looked up at me with these gorgeous drowning brown eyes.
He gave me a smirk, as he looked me up and down as if I was something to be eaten, it made my knees weak and I was glad I had stayed leaning against the bar. I watched as he turned and made his way to the bathroom and a drunk stumbled out of the door bumping into him and knocking him slightly off balance but he caught himself quickly. The music was too loud for me to hear what he was screaming at the guy as he slammed him against the wall, but the ripple of muscles in his arm and across his back was very apparent and it made things low in my body grow tight.
He shoved the guy out of his way and stomped into the bathroom and with a moment’s deliberation I set down the shot glass I still clutched in my hand and made my way after him. When I stepped into the steamy hot bathroom I saw him bent over the only working sink, pink water slipping over his face and through his fingers. I moved behind him as he lifted his head, sliding my body against his hard muscled back as he was wiping the water from his eyes. I slid my hands over the denim covering his hips and down over his crotch, running my nails along the ridged fabric.
He glanced at me in the mirror and that smile slid across his face again, those deep brown eyes half lidded as a shutter went through his body. He turned around in my arms, giving me access to a very firm ass and I smiled up at him with a quick squeeze. He grabbed me by the hips and easily picked me up, turning to deposit me on the counter, my back pressed against the slick mirror. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him fully against me so he could feel how hot he made me.
He looked rather appreciative as he leaned forward to attack my moist lips, his hands slid up from my hips and underneath my shirt as he ate at my mouth. He chewed on my bottom lip and I moaned as the taste of sweat and blood hit me the same moment his deft fingers found their way under the silk of my bra. I gasped as he turned my nipples rather painfully and slid my lip roughly between his teeth to pull away and watch my face. He was enjoying himself just as much as I was, and I could tell for he was rather large and pressed firmly against the rapidly dripping area between my legs.
I locked my hands behind his head, running my fingers over the smoothness of his skin and pressed my body against his, my breasts aching against his touch. I ate at his mouth as fiercely as he had mine, grinding my hips rythemically against him and the friction felt so good. I began to moan against his mouth and his grip grew stronger and stronger until I felt him release and rally himself for a second.
With my legs still wrapped around his hips he lifted me off the counter and carried me over to a stall depositing me down on the flat top of the toilet and locking the door. He yanked on the edge of my pants so fiercely that if I hadn’t had my feet on the seat I would have slid off. He unbuttoned my pants and I kicked off my shoes, as he pulled them from my legs I grabbed his shirt and pulled his mouth to mine. I whimpered against his mouth because from my angle I could only wrap my arms around the top half of his body, though my legs ached to be locked around his hips.
He grinned amused and slid his hand down to the soaking wet cloth of my underwear, sliding a callused finger so slowly across my swollen flesh that my nerve screamed and my body quaked. He flicked his finger across my clit and it sent my body into convulsions with each tiny touch. Then that mischievous grin crossed his face as his hand moved away, I was mid whimper when there was the wet slap of his hand against my wetness. I screamed with pleasure, the burn of my body, the searing slap of his hand over and over against my cunt.
Finally he pushed the cloth to the side and plunged his finger deep inside of me. Slowly he pulled them out but shoved them back in almost painfully hard, his knuckles slamming into my swollen lips. I gasped and begged for air between body rocking waves as the orgasm crashed over my body. I screamed and slammed into the wall behind me and as suddenly he began he stopped. I had a second to catch my breath before he grabbed a thick handful of my hair and yanked me down to sit on the toilet seat. I had no doubt of what he had planned as he fished around behind his zipper, that firm hand still locked into my hair. I admired that thick peace of man flesh a second before it was shoved into my hungry mouth.
I gobbled at it like a starving woman, he was so big, but I could manage, and his appreciative groans only urged my own. My bottom lip brushed against his balls as I took him fully into my mouth, slipping expertly down my throat, massaging all the time with a strong tounge. I brought him to edge again and again only to stop and slow down, licking the precum off with the firm tip of my tongue before starting again. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and yanked me up by my hair, throwing my up against the door of the stall.
I heard a click but like a good girl I did not turn to see what it was. He pulled both my arms over my head and began to lash my hands together with his suspenders, tying them above me to the coat hook. I tugged on them gently and knew they weren’t going anywhere. I felt him yank on my underwear and they slipped down my legs, he left them at my ankles as he moved behind me. I felt his hands grab my hips firmly and I arched my back downwards as far as I could with my arms above my head.
He thrust into me, ripping the air from my lungs as I felt myself nearly tear around his massive size. He slammed into my cervix and I couldn’t breath. He pulled out and slammed me again, grabbing my hair and pulling back to where I was nearly facing the ceiling. He shoved into me again and again, pulling scream after scream for my body. The wet pounding of him inside of me washed away the rest of the world, I breathed in the metallic sweetness of sex with every breath between screams.
It seemed to go one forever, that gorgeous pounding, his hips rocking into mine with all this strength, sweat and blood dripping from him across my back and mingling with the fluids between our legs. I prayed it would never stop but inevitably I felt him grow that final length inside of me and spill his burning hot seed inside of me. I caught my breath as he pulled out and he leaned against the wall beside me, zipping up his pants as he watched the hot trail of his cum slipping down the inside of my thigh. He pulled his green suspenders from the hook and unwrapped them tenderly from my wrists, turning my arms over in his hands looking for marks.
I leaned over to pull my panties up off the floor and noticed the splashes of my sex of the polished black of his steel toe boots. He handed me my pants and planted a quick kiss on my sweaty forehead before dashing out of the stall. I pulled my pants on and I heard him running water in the sink before heading out the door. I slipped my shoes back on and adjusted everything, my snatch was swollen and beat up, my knees wobbled as I walked to the mirror and ran a hand through my disheveled hair.
I dashed out of the room as I heard someone coming in and made my way shakily to the bar. I was parched and the only flavor in my mouth was his cock so I looked up at the bartender who slid a drink to me. I raised an eyebrow at him and he pointed to the far side of the bar where I saw my new friend walking away, enjoying the view of that tight ass as he did. I gulped the drink down, Jim beam and coke, not my favorite but anything will do in a pinch. As I finished it I opened my eyes and noticed the white napkin had adhered to the bottom, and on it were 7 numbers, and a name, Ace.
I moved away from the rail and moved to the stairs littered here and there with the far to drunk and those seeking a moment of cooler air from the blasting heat of the club. The bar was under the balcony and I ordered a shot, tapping my fingers to the music as I waited. The bartender slid the drink to me with my change and I flipped a tip to him, and turned to face the crowd, my back to the bar. I tipped the shot up with a cringe as the molten hot singe of the ice-cold liquid burned down my throat. I gasped and opened my eye, that’s when I saw him.
The club suddenly got very hot as he pushed his way out of the pit, cut on his brow, blood sliding into his eyes and dripping onto his white wife beater. One eye closed to the blood and sweat, he kicked his way through the crowd with high docs laced in green to match the suspenders latched to his torn blue jeans. He wiped the blood from his eye and stopped a few feet in front of me and looked up at me with these gorgeous drowning brown eyes.
He gave me a smirk, as he looked me up and down as if I was something to be eaten, it made my knees weak and I was glad I had stayed leaning against the bar. I watched as he turned and made his way to the bathroom and a drunk stumbled out of the door bumping into him and knocking him slightly off balance but he caught himself quickly. The music was too loud for me to hear what he was screaming at the guy as he slammed him against the wall, but the ripple of muscles in his arm and across his back was very apparent and it made things low in my body grow tight.
He shoved the guy out of his way and stomped into the bathroom and with a moment’s deliberation I set down the shot glass I still clutched in my hand and made my way after him. When I stepped into the steamy hot bathroom I saw him bent over the only working sink, pink water slipping over his face and through his fingers. I moved behind him as he lifted his head, sliding my body against his hard muscled back as he was wiping the water from his eyes. I slid my hands over the denim covering his hips and down over his crotch, running my nails along the ridged fabric.
He glanced at me in the mirror and that smile slid across his face again, those deep brown eyes half lidded as a shutter went through his body. He turned around in my arms, giving me access to a very firm ass and I smiled up at him with a quick squeeze. He grabbed me by the hips and easily picked me up, turning to deposit me on the counter, my back pressed against the slick mirror. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him fully against me so he could feel how hot he made me.
He looked rather appreciative as he leaned forward to attack my moist lips, his hands slid up from my hips and underneath my shirt as he ate at my mouth. He chewed on my bottom lip and I moaned as the taste of sweat and blood hit me the same moment his deft fingers found their way under the silk of my bra. I gasped as he turned my nipples rather painfully and slid my lip roughly between his teeth to pull away and watch my face. He was enjoying himself just as much as I was, and I could tell for he was rather large and pressed firmly against the rapidly dripping area between my legs.
I locked my hands behind his head, running my fingers over the smoothness of his skin and pressed my body against his, my breasts aching against his touch. I ate at his mouth as fiercely as he had mine, grinding my hips rythemically against him and the friction felt so good. I began to moan against his mouth and his grip grew stronger and stronger until I felt him release and rally himself for a second.
With my legs still wrapped around his hips he lifted me off the counter and carried me over to a stall depositing me down on the flat top of the toilet and locking the door. He yanked on the edge of my pants so fiercely that if I hadn’t had my feet on the seat I would have slid off. He unbuttoned my pants and I kicked off my shoes, as he pulled them from my legs I grabbed his shirt and pulled his mouth to mine. I whimpered against his mouth because from my angle I could only wrap my arms around the top half of his body, though my legs ached to be locked around his hips.
He grinned amused and slid his hand down to the soaking wet cloth of my underwear, sliding a callused finger so slowly across my swollen flesh that my nerve screamed and my body quaked. He flicked his finger across my clit and it sent my body into convulsions with each tiny touch. Then that mischievous grin crossed his face as his hand moved away, I was mid whimper when there was the wet slap of his hand against my wetness. I screamed with pleasure, the burn of my body, the searing slap of his hand over and over against my cunt.
Finally he pushed the cloth to the side and plunged his finger deep inside of me. Slowly he pulled them out but shoved them back in almost painfully hard, his knuckles slamming into my swollen lips. I gasped and begged for air between body rocking waves as the orgasm crashed over my body. I screamed and slammed into the wall behind me and as suddenly he began he stopped. I had a second to catch my breath before he grabbed a thick handful of my hair and yanked me down to sit on the toilet seat. I had no doubt of what he had planned as he fished around behind his zipper, that firm hand still locked into my hair. I admired that thick peace of man flesh a second before it was shoved into my hungry mouth.
I gobbled at it like a starving woman, he was so big, but I could manage, and his appreciative groans only urged my own. My bottom lip brushed against his balls as I took him fully into my mouth, slipping expertly down my throat, massaging all the time with a strong tounge. I brought him to edge again and again only to stop and slow down, licking the precum off with the firm tip of my tongue before starting again. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and yanked me up by my hair, throwing my up against the door of the stall.
I heard a click but like a good girl I did not turn to see what it was. He pulled both my arms over my head and began to lash my hands together with his suspenders, tying them above me to the coat hook. I tugged on them gently and knew they weren’t going anywhere. I felt him yank on my underwear and they slipped down my legs, he left them at my ankles as he moved behind me. I felt his hands grab my hips firmly and I arched my back downwards as far as I could with my arms above my head.
He thrust into me, ripping the air from my lungs as I felt myself nearly tear around his massive size. He slammed into my cervix and I couldn’t breath. He pulled out and slammed me again, grabbing my hair and pulling back to where I was nearly facing the ceiling. He shoved into me again and again, pulling scream after scream for my body. The wet pounding of him inside of me washed away the rest of the world, I breathed in the metallic sweetness of sex with every breath between screams.
It seemed to go one forever, that gorgeous pounding, his hips rocking into mine with all this strength, sweat and blood dripping from him across my back and mingling with the fluids between our legs. I prayed it would never stop but inevitably I felt him grow that final length inside of me and spill his burning hot seed inside of me. I caught my breath as he pulled out and he leaned against the wall beside me, zipping up his pants as he watched the hot trail of his cum slipping down the inside of my thigh. He pulled his green suspenders from the hook and unwrapped them tenderly from my wrists, turning my arms over in his hands looking for marks.
I leaned over to pull my panties up off the floor and noticed the splashes of my sex of the polished black of his steel toe boots. He handed me my pants and planted a quick kiss on my sweaty forehead before dashing out of the stall. I pulled my pants on and I heard him running water in the sink before heading out the door. I slipped my shoes back on and adjusted everything, my snatch was swollen and beat up, my knees wobbled as I walked to the mirror and ran a hand through my disheveled hair.
I dashed out of the room as I heard someone coming in and made my way shakily to the bar. I was parched and the only flavor in my mouth was his cock so I looked up at the bartender who slid a drink to me. I raised an eyebrow at him and he pointed to the far side of the bar where I saw my new friend walking away, enjoying the view of that tight ass as he did. I gulped the drink down, Jim beam and coke, not my favorite but anything will do in a pinch. As I finished it I opened my eyes and noticed the white napkin had adhered to the bottom, and on it were 7 numbers, and a name, Ace.