I was on the prowl. I had a hunger… for cock. Not just any cock, I wanted a cock that could reach my G-spot. Sure I had the toys; each with their own special “twist” or unique shape. But I wanted; no I needed, the man attached to the cock this time. There are times when I just gotta’ have the guy too.
That’s why I’m sitting in the bar appropriately named “Den of Desire” on a Saturday night. The air is ripe with heavy perfume and cologne mixed with sweat and musk. Personally, I don’t wear perfume when I’m on the hunt. I use my own scent to draw the men. And to make sure there’s nothing to impede that attraction I never wear underwear under my little short skirts.
Some would call me a bitch. I don’t care if the man is with another woman or not. If I set my sights on a man, any man, he’s mine. Yeah, I’m that good. I’ve been known to pluck the guy right off the dance floor while he’s gyrating and thrusting his clothed cock against his girlfriend.
I know what your wondering. How many fights have I been in over this sort of thing? None. I don’t give the women a choice. If her man was really all that into her, he wouldn’t be sniffing around me. Now, if she’s willing she can always join us. I don’t care who sucks my tits or who eats my pussy, as long as it happens.
My three inch heels add a delicious height to my five foot six inch frame, perfect for targeting my prey. As the night progresses people crowd around the small tables, hard and not so hard bodies press together causing the heat index to rise. I advance on a table crowed with paired off couples, my gaze scans the men seated around the table until I spot the one I want.
His dark brown hair cut a little long, curled over the collar of his dress shirt. One long arm was stretched along the back of the chair of his date, her long blonde hair contrasting against the navy blue of his shirt. As I approached him from behind, I noticed the guys facing me were watching me intently. One of the guys sitting directly in front of my target, a very attractive black man, sat up straighter, a look of eager anticipation on his face.
Sensing the change in his friend, my prey swung his gaze around just as I approached, his dark eyes level with my double D’s. My eyes sweep over his hard angular features and I feel my clit twitch in anticipation. Not taking my eyes from his, I cupped his face; the dark stubble grazed my palm sending a dart of desire zipping to my cunt. “Dance with me.” I softly commanded.
Without so much as a backwards glance at his companion, he gracefully unfolded his six foot two inch frame from the chair. Gently removing my hand from his face he clasps it in one of his and spins me so our twined hands pin me to his solid strength. He extends one powerful thigh to push against the back of mine as he guides me to the edge of the dance floor.
He firmly clasps my hips pulling me further against his already straining cock. He’s wrapped snuggly around me as we continue to bump and grind to the pulsing music. I grind my ass against him and I feel the soft rumble of a growl begin low in his chest. “Let’s find a room.” He states gruffly.
Swinging us back around to face the table I notice his blond companion watching us with sexual interest as he led the way. Just when we pass their table I turned, my gaze colliding with the deep blue of his companions, her small symmetrical nostrils flared as she caught my scent and I crooked my finger in invitation.
After unlocking the door, my prey steps back to allow us to precede him. “The room” is a small seven by six closet at the back of the bar, only accessible with a special passkey. Inside is a small vinyl couch and matching chair, a ceiling fan with attached lighting illuminated the room.
I don’t waste a single moment. I turn to watch him close and lock the door as I lift my arms, with a quick tug on the back of my halter top, my breasts bounce out of their restraints. The blonde stepped forward; clutching one of my breasts with a small delicate hand she squeezed and pinched the nipple before taking it into her mouth.
My head falls back and I close my eyes as a wave of desire washes over me. “Oh yes!” I gasp in excitement when I feel the man suckle on my other breast while one strong hand pushed up my skirt. His fingers trace the lips of my wet cunt before slipping a finger through my folds. My legs tremble with excitement.
He bites the tip of my nipple sending a shiver running up my spine before he twirls his tongue and stands up. “You’re pussy is soaking wet.” He groans, while helping me out of my skirt, then laying me on the sofa.
The shock of the cold vinyl only adds to my desire. I hear the rasp of a zipper and watch with impatience when his cock springs forward. I reach behind and squeeze his ass, aligning his cock with my mouth. My tongue plays with the tiny opening before sucking him into my eager mouth.
I gasp and moan against his hard cock when I feel the blonde’s tongue lick my cunt. Her delicate pink tongue flicks against my swollen clit. I clasp my right breast, squeezing the nipple, while I pump my mouth up and down his cock, and rubbing his heavy balls with my other.
“Oh yeah, Candace,” he moaned in pleasure, his hips pumping in and out of my mouth, “that’s it, suck on her good.”
Candace slipped two fingers deep into my cunt, stretching and spreading me as she pumped in and out. Her tongue added a little more pressure to my clit and I could feel my impending orgasm. The closer I got to cuming the harder and faster I sucked on his cock.
I could feel my inner walls start to contract just before Candace withdrew. Frustration roared through me at the abrupt withdrawal.
“She’s ready for you Allen.” Candace purred as she sucked on the fingers that dripped with my cream.
Allen withdrew his cock from my mouth. Stepping back he tore open a foil packet and rolled the condom over his burgeoning strength. While Candace spread her wet fingers over my sensitive nipples before kneeling beside me to suckle.
My hips rotated against the vinyl while my cunt pulsed with need. “Fuck me!” I demanded.
I felt the sofa dip with Allen’s weight as he knelt between my legs. He hooked his forearms behind my knees to spread me before he plunged balls deep into my pussy. He withdrew almost completely before pumping back in as far as he could go. As I felt my body tighten in anticipation of my impending orgasm, the pad of Candace’s finger found my clit; massaging and rubbing it in time to Allen’s thrusts.
“Yes! Oh god!” I groaned. “Oh harder! Yes! Fuck me harder!” My back bowed and stars splintered behind my eyes in one of my most powerful orgasms yet.
As I lay on the vinyl sofa recovering, I think back to my purpose for being here in the first place. I as said there are times when there just isn’t a substitute for the real thing.
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