It was a holiday, the bar was packed that night with jovial men and women filled with the spirit of celebration. I was only there to take in some new scenery, away from the bustle of the neon metropolis.

 A small bar where I could blend in.

Guess that plan didn't play out the way I wanted it to because you spotted me through the crowd and recognized me right away.

I had no idea you'd seen me since my back was turned and most of my attention was aimed at the bottom of my glass.
In fact, the whole element of you sneaking up behind me and leaning in to speak at me without attack or expectance was in itself… admirable.   I was not easily approachable at the moment.

Do you remember the first thing you said to me? I do.

"Stalker."

And my reply as I startled a bit?

"Um, holy shit, I was not stalking you...thought this was the last place you'd be."

My initial response was to smile, and though I was quite obviously trying to keep my cool, I was actually pretty impressed I contained my excitement as much as I did. Yeah, I did smile a little I suppose. I remember how you laughed at my complacent giddiness as you leaned against the bar.

"Bullshit..." Looking not-so-convinced at my response, you set your glass down and took the stool to my right. "So what the fuck? How'r you doing?"

As my head lifted from my hardened, downward stare into my quickly emptying beer glass, my eyes raiseed to meet yours. Still trying to work my most contained expression I quipped, "I'm good, I'm good. Just drinking my Guinness here and trying to look hot, what'dya think?"

"Funny, I'm drinking a guinness too...good choice."

"I notice you didn't say anything about me looking hot."
That shit eating grin of mine accidentally graced my face without intention. I was proud of that sentence; I had to remind you of who you were dealing with.

"Oh, Christ," your eyebrows raised and you snickered at me, "poor you... poor, poor you."

"Right."

See, and at this point we were both up to the challenge. Though time necessitated the conversation would only get better, I believe you caught the same vibe I did. Sure, we didn't mean to bump into each other at precisely that moment, no. But we did intend on meeting...so this might be a fruitful evening after all?

Every time I threw up a verbal ante, you'd match it, adding in that laugh and look of comedy as you hoisted your eyebrows in sarcastic amazement every now and again. And in between those times, a soft smile would beget your face. That smile became your monarch saving grace for the rest of the evening.

"So are we drinking with the guys tonight or are you alone?" I craned around the bar to check out the other groups loudly clammering and raising their glasses to each other.

"With the guys, over there. Saw you, thought I'd let you stalk me."

"Yeah, let's talk about your fascination with me stalking you."
Taking another slug of my beer, I turned to face you...finally. And I wasn’t disappointed at the way you stared back.

"Nooo, let's talk about you wearing no bra with that shirt." Your smile permeated as your glare traveled south towards my hardened nipples. "And then let's talk about why your nipples are hard."

"It's cold in here."

"It's not. There's about a hundred people packed into this joint, it's not cold."

My lips pursed a bit, but you laughed at my frustration and then proceeded to finish up the last remnants of stout in your glass.

"Alright, my nipples are hard because of you."

"No doubt." You ordered another glass.

I recall that was the glass that did you in, pushed you over the edge - the one that safely secured your gentle fall into blazing intoxication. You even admitted it would be the one...before you'd even received it. "Remind me not to have another after this, because I'll be drunk enough."  It was cute, you were already slurring.

But I didn't stop you, and I don't regret that. "You drunk already?"

"Might be..." and this is where you had me, "but I'm sober enough to see four hard nipples instead of six."

I smiled.  You laughed. There was a strange awkward silent moment there.

"Nice shirt by the way."

Thank God you broke the silence because I wasn't about to.  I was too busy feeling all warm and enticed by your charm, perhaps even a bit turned on by it.

Rigid tingles sparked through my flesh, the hot blush of my cheeks, the churning dampness between my legs only beginning. "Thanks, I like it."

"You get free drinks with that?"

After a while (and a couple more beers) the conversation faltered, and one way or another the subject kept going back to my shirt. I know you remember that fucking shirt because you gawked at it long enough that I'm sure the silkscreen pattern burned a visual scar into your brain.

 Poor brain.

"Alright, leave it alone already... It's just a shirt." I was feeling rather intoxicated myself at that point...mostly at your endearing conversation and witty drunkenness, but still...the alcohol helped to soften the atmosphere, but also hampered my intentions to stifle my attraction to you. That might have also been a problem—I didn't play hard-to-get at all, really.

"Right, it's a shirt. But I can't have an intellectual conversation with your tits."

"Yes you can, just address them as Sir and Sir."

"So they're men then, your tits."

"Might as well be, they're high-maintenance enough."

"Fucker, we need to leave, help me out of this bar."

"Don't get up, we'll just sit here where it's safe." I flashed a look of innocence. "Besides, I'm a good girl...if I help you to your room you'll find a way to keep me there. I don't do that on first dates."

You were so keen on deflecting my bullshit that night, more so than a lot of men who have stumbled on my 'bar-set'. With a scratching of the chin and a smirk that would melt the panties right to my ass, you conned me... "Seriously,  I need to go back... if I stay I'll drink more with them."

Your eyes looked sincere and needy. "Please help me back, I wanna lean on you...soft and all. Besides..."  you fell trying to get around your stool, catching yourself on my shoulder, engaging us in our first touch...the first of many,

"...I'll look better leaning up against you on the way back."

And then the monarch saving grace, once again.... how could I say no?

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No sooner had we stumbled out of the barfront, that you said, "Head for the taxi."

"Taxi, I thought you needed me to help you walk back to the hotel."

"I do. Grab the taxi right there."

I really didn't know what to think at that time, I mean I know you...and there's no chance you could be some freaky psychopath...is there? "Why am I here if you're not walking?"

"Don't be an idiot," your arm extended over the back of me, and you leaned in a bit, "let's do this...you ready?"

The look in your eye was a combination of lust, dare, and domination. Which complimented my enthusiasm for the evening’s events. It was earlier than anticipated, but pleasantly welcome.

"Oh, absolutely."

I could feel you moving in closer and closer with every turn the cab made. The intent was there for us to get closer on this trip to the hotel, and it was obvious since we started with about 2 feet in between us, but at that point there were only a measly 8 inches at best...and we still had 3 more miles to go.

"What took you so long?" A cocky smile swept over my face.

"Okay, you need to shut up..."

And it was then that you laid the hottest kiss on me I had felt in a long time. Immediately, my pussy began to throb and I could feel the blood rush to my clit. My chest heaved a bit; I maneuvered in to press my body against yours so you could experience how hot you had me.

Once your tongue dashed into my mouth I was insane with passion. Your hand lifted to run through my hair as you continued kissing me, enticing me...making me want to fuck you right there in the cab.

My hand played for your lap and you didn't stop my advances at all. When I rubbed your hard cock through your jeans your kisses came more aggressively, full of the same lust and desire that I was feeling.

Our soft, semi-gentle kissing became rampant and enthralling; my head was spinning with feelings of total euphoria. Only from touching and kissing, but still, something about it was so erotic and unstoppable—I wanted more, I needed more.

Patterned waves of pleasure amplified as our full-on make-out session in the back seat warranted a memorable encounter between us...and it we’d waited long enough for the chance to touch, feel, infect each other with the actions we'd proposed for so long but had never taken action on.

Was it that we would be fornicating so heavily in the cab that we'd bypass getting to your room on time altogether? Perhaps you would stop your advances...leaving me broken a bit and begging for more.

The taxi driver needed to take a break in between us and his next fare.

"Uhhmmm."




Yeah, no sooner had those doors closed...you had me pinned to the elevator wall, kissing my neck, my face, my mouth. I felt completely out of control and it was amazing. I wanted only to reciprocate your passion, but was stifled by your size. I'm so much smaller than you; my hands could only caress and grip, but not tightly.

Your position was one of total domination, whether you intended it or not...but something told me you did.

My kisses grew to synch with yours, our tongues lashed in and out of each other’s mouths. I sucked and bit your lower lip gently, and you accepted my actions with zeal. One hand gripped my shoulder as the other explored my ass, taking in every curve and seam. I loved the way you pushed your body up against mine so I could feel how bad you wanted to fuck me.

Your fingers moved to unzip the fly on my jeans; your actions were strong but I resisted a bit, "They have cameras in these elevators."

It didn't hamper your enthusiasm, "I know it..." My fly busted wide open and your hand slid quickly into my panties, grazing past my pubic hair and down to my swollen slit. "You're a giver..."

I gasped and arched a little, realizing that my legs would surely give out if you fingered me right then.   And I knew I was so sensitive to any touch at that point that it wouldn't take much for me to cum; barely a hint of contact and I'd be done for.

I couldn't stop you though; my need was too great. If there were cameras on that elevator then I hope to shit those security guards enjoyed the show, because we weren't stopping.

As my eyes rolled back in my head, your hand dove deeper into my pants. I spread my legs a little to allow you better access to work me over. As your mouth drove hard against my collarbone, your finger skimmed down across my pussy, gently flicking my engorged clit and driving me to lose control a little.

Through your heated lips, which hovered only inches from my ear, you sighed "Holy shit, your pussy is wet. You're gonna cum so easy, I swear."

I was breathless, truly overcome by the moment and reeling in the anticipation of fucking you so much that all I could manage was "I…I..I" and I think an "Uhhh"  was in there somewhere.

You just stifled my attempt at sensible communication and began again, but removing your hand from my panties and returning them to my waist, pushing again gently...leaving me on the brink of a moment and turning a yearning into an obsession.

The elevator slowed, but we didn't. When the door opened to a rather shocked couple in their late fifties, you didn't flinch...you grabbed and lifted me, causing me to wrap my legs around your midsection, and explained that we were newlyweds as we proceeded out and down the hall, me hanging on tightly...taking the opportunity to enjoy kissing your neck as we traveled. You laughed and remarked that I masked your raging hard on well, and that those folks might've been shocked at the sight of it.

"Dammit, I can't get my card key," you said, propping me up against the wall next to your hotel door. My legs and arms still wrapped tight around you, I scoffed at your struggle to accomplish your treasure hunt for the tiny plastic card.

"Want me to get it?"

"No, I want you to keep doing what you're doing..." Your arm reached back to fumble in your jacket pocket as I kissed your neck and chin rampantly, meeting your lips for a moment and then sliding back down.

My hand came out to pull away the menacing collar of your shirt, my hips tilted a little to give me better access to the nape of your neck as my lips itched to connect with the newly found skin.

I planted that hot, gently sucking kiss on you...the one that made you shiver a bit.

"Holy shit," you remarked as you successfully retrieved your key card. "Not that...not yet...let me get the door open."

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"AND THEN IT BEGAN BECAME"
                                              Part Three of Four

The look in your eyes as the door to your room clicked closed. Would 'animalistic' describe it?

I'm not sure that's a strong enough adjective, it was more intense than that. The way you released me to the floor and twisted the knob to securely lock the world away from us.

I moved into you quickly once contained, hoping to re-kindle things after that momentary card key distraction; but your arm extended and pushed me back a bit catching me off balance... thus becoming one with the wall behind me.

Taking advantage of my faltered footing you pressed a bit with your body weight; once again restricting me to a trapped position within your stance.

Then shoving your hand up and under my t-shirt and teasing my nipple with your fingers, you spoke firm but softly "You're ready to cum already, aren't you? So now I have to wonder if I should just fuck you instead of letting you blow me first."

Of course I didn't give a fuck what you decided... Though I desired for you to strip me, throw me on the bed and fill me with your hard on... either way would suffice.
But before I could emit a snarky yet sexual answer, you pulled away from me... completely.

And you stood there unreachable, watching me pant and linger as you chuckled smugly "or maybe nothing at all. Maybe I should just let you stand there and watch me... tease you a little." You took off your shirt and motioned to remove your jeans.

I was fairly pissed, but I never thought a little competition was a bad thing. And frankly, I love the reindeer games... so I figured bring it on.

"Fucker, you know that's not nice." I arched to pull away from the wall, but as I stood your finger served to tap me back against it. "God damnit" I laughed a little "Knock that shit off... You know you wanna fuck me just as bad as I want to fuck you."

And then another akward silent moment... which was a strange place for one to happen, but you grinned and it all came back to me as I stood perched against the wall "You're right."

We were both so needy at that point; so with more fury than we both knew we had... things kicked back into full gear. Stronger and harder than ever before. You hoisted my shirt to suck on my breasts, tongue gliding across the smooth curvature and goose bumps of my flesh until meeting with the soft ridgitity of my nipples.

Your hand then thrust back down into my panties; your fingers fought to play through the constraints of my denim- fumbling and gliding through my glistening folds.

I was actually fully pissed off by the restriction of the jeans in relation to how badly I wanted your finger deep inside my cunt; so I pushed them down to expose myself in hopes it would serve to make your task a bit easier.

A finger plunged shallow into me as your thumb worked over my clit in a circular pattern. I gasped and moaned a little as I was trying feverishly to free your bulging cock from your pants; it felt hard to control myself under your spell that night.

 I was dissueded from reality not only from your fingers, but your mouth on my breasts traversing lazily. Your finger soon doubled to two, and they slid in and out; slowly going deeper each time.
Hovering in between letting go to cum and holding back just a little bit longer. I felt the release of your jeans button and began to unzip... Immediately I could sense your warmth on my knuckles, throbbing and grateful for it's release.

Reaching to kiss you while I used both of my hands to stroke and soothe your prick. Your jeans fell low on your hips to expose your perfect cock- purple and swollen, just waiting for a hungry mouth. That mouth was mine, and I needed to have you deep down my throat.

As my hands squeezed and played with your shaft, you release your grip from my collarbone and pull away once again; but this time you are held back a bit as your bottom lip retracts from my gently clenched teeth.

I stood in wait, eyes following you closely as you swayed to the bedside... jeans still pulled loosely away from you, but holding steady to their partially revealing position. Once you stopped and looked to me to follow, I did so... leaving my jeans and panties behind, askew on the floor.

I dropped on my knees before you as you removed my shirt. Your pants fell to the floor and I revelled in the sight of your immense prick... waiting to have my mouth on it. "Go ahead, see if you can make me cum." It was a worthy challenge, and one I was definetly up to...

My hands moved to grab it, but you caught my wrists in mid-motion... I looked up, a bit startled "No hands?"

"No hands"
As you held my wrists tight, I progress to softly dragging my tongue along your shaft and then up a little to the very tip of your dick. I can taste the precum on you which excites me to a point further than ever. My mouth opens and I wrap my wet lips gently around you, sucking a bit then working my way down... pushing you deep to the back of my throat. As you filled it over and over again, I looked up for a moment... noticing you were attentive to what I was doing- you liked to watch.

I'm fairly certain once or twice I saw your head tilt back. It was cool, because I knew you approved of my creative methods of driving you so deep into my mouth that you felt my lips pursed against your pubic hair.

I worked you over for 25 minutes, and I swore you were on the brink at least twice... Furthermore I truly believe that ultimately your stubborness about allowing you to cum in my mouth from my handy work was what resulted in you stopping me from continuing.

Are you blushing? Why because I remember everything? I know, I know... You think I'm psychotic because the details are so crisp when I retell this after all this time. You would think it might be blurred a bit by now.

So when you threw me on the bed, parted my legs and dove in between them I admit that's when I came for the first time... first time of many.

Spreading my legs as wide as possible for your tongue to run the length of my already dripping pussy. My gasps and moans of delight were heard by our neighbors I'm sure, but neither of us seemed to mind.

Not long after you started had I began to buck a little and try to get my hand in the action. Twenty minutes later I was a wreck over a multiple and you were raising to enter me...

Offering up your cum soaked finger, I oblige and welcome my own sweet taste while you spread the lips of my slick pussy with the very tip of your dick... and then guide it into my sweet spot slowly; inch by inch... and then out again. I arched and twisted a little to have you deeper, faster, but you wouldn't budge. You continued to guide it in, pause, and then back out - teasing me with every single stroke.

I reach down to feel you driving inside of me and the wetness of my own pussy. Wrapping my fingers around the opening of it like an upside down V. My hand relished in it's environment of sticky cum and hot parts moving together rhythmically... I noticed the way it stretched around you as you pumped me, multiplying my hot juices by the second.

Squeezing my fingers together against your cock as it worked caused you to moan a bit, I labored to keep them together as the sound of you getting off just about threw my back into unbridled extasy.

You eased it in a little deeper as your eyes clenched fighting the urge to release "Alright, quit that..." You removed my hand and pinned it to the bed, then bowed to kiss me hard while you drove the rest of yourself into me.

"Lemme do it" I panted between chills of rapture, being stifled again as your mouth met mine a bit softer than normal... and then even softer. I was breathless once again; I felt a hot gush erupt from my cock-filled cunt at the wake of your behavior...

"No." And then you trailed your delicate kisses down to my neck and moved the hand that you stable on the bed, causing your body to rest on top of mine; pumping me slowly and sensually. Once letting go of my hand and allowing my arms to wrap around the back of you; I commenced with dragging my fingertips slowly down your shoulder blades, gripping slightly once they rested... You whispered "You just came again, didn't you?"

"Yeah"
"Did it feel good?"
"Yeah"
"How do I feel right now?"

I bit my lip and kept my focus on the friction of our bodies as they moved together "fucking great."

"How many times do you think I can make you cum for me?"

I gasp, you groan a little noticing that I've raised my pelvis a bit; causing you to enter me at a different angle "No, no..." barely making out the words, I breathe back

"The correct question would be, how many times can I use you to make me cum..."
 

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"AND THEN IT BECAME AMAZING" 
                                          Part Four of Four
Your pattern continued, slow, soft and steady, rhythmically burying your stiff muscle over and again while you gripped my hips hard to stop me from commanding the moment. Dulcet kisses from your eager lips reigned over my body. They were so forthcoming, yet relaxed and lazy now...an extreme change from the hardness and vulgarity of the previous atmosphere.

I could tell by your composure that you basked in the glory of making me cum already...not once, but twice. Then, just moments after those words fell agile from my mouth, your expression personified my simple challenge to you. My re-affirmation of your own words; agreeing with your muse and then making it mine.




"Fuck, you really just said that, didn't you?"

The penitent whisper again from your deep concentration "Dirty bitch, that just makes me want to take you over all the more...just makes me want to..."
You withdrew your cock from me, eyes widening and sweat dripping down your body as you raised to your knees on the bed, leaving me confused and apprehensive about your new motives.

I visually drank you in as you kneeled there over me. I noticed how your body glistened a bit by the light of the neon flashing outside the window. The way your raging cock stood tall and stiffly to attention...dripping, not of sweat, but of my own lubricant.

"Makes you want to what?" I inquired innocently through baited breath, marveling at the complexity and eroticism of the situation. You totally knew this was a facade, and you just stared down at me...like prey.

My hands itched to reach and jerk you off, but you caught that look in my eye; the wanting...the need...and you loved that shit, didn't you? You loved that you completely controlled my reactions and desires.

I didn't grab for you for that very reason.I knew my groping wasn't what you wanted. I was fairly certain that if I had, you would only deny me—hold me down once more.

So I laid still for you, beneath you, chest heaving as my finger traced slowly up my middle, stopping to play at my nipples as our eyes dared each other to continue with each passing second.

Before I could even decide what to do with myself about the situation you slid up to my chest. Pinning my arms down with your knees and positioning your moistened balls to rest between my sweat covered breasts. Perching and waving your prick in my face you commanded to me so strictly, "Taste yourself again, but this time on my cock."

I tilted my head with salivating lips ready; your hands gripped my hair and pulled my head towards you, filling my mouth with your salty savory thickness.
As you began to fuck my face I strained a little under your body weight and position since your knees bore hard into my forearms.

I ignored the discomfort, concentrating only on how to fight the feeling of choking on your fullness, but also enjoying the taste of your sex and mine co-mingled as you grasped my head and forced yourself down and fully nestled again and again.  My mouth fillsed with saliva, drooling out from the corners of my stretched lips, quivering and tightening in hopes of feeling your hot cum like a shot into the back of my mouth, seeping down my throat...

You moaned as you worked my face faster, aggressively, digging your fingers hard into my scalp. I could sense you swelling to maximum capacity, making the oral sex more challenging for me due to the increase. Your thrusting became sporadic...I knew you were going to cum this way.

Preparing to take it all, I persisted and wrapped my lips tight to my teeth, hoping that this change-up would take you abruptly to climax. I could taste something warm and different that made my tongue tingle. You gasped quick and pulled your cock from my mouth with haste, choking it at the base with your fist. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...not so fast."

"Go on, just cum for me...give in to the fact that you want to have it that way."

"I'll get what I want..." Cock still gripped tightly, you sat a little on my pelvis, panting and releasing my forearms from their trapped position. "Oh yeah, I'll get to that, fucker. You're not going to get it that easily and you know this..."

Your eyes and teeth clenched shut as you fought the urgency to expel your hot load onto my chest. I reached down to try and work myself a little as you paused - but I couldn't reach around you.

Knowing full well that I needed to be continuously stimulated by this time to orgasm since you left me so painfully hanging twice, you noticed my disappointment and swung your arm behind you to play with me while you regained your composure, flicking my clit and running your fingertip gently through the length of my labia. Writhing a little from your fingertips and the knowledge that you came so close to climax I was overcome with raw arousal.

Yeah, thanks for that, silly fucker, because you brought me to orgasm again.

"Gimme your ass, I can't cum until I've had it."

I moan permissibly, "If it's my ass you desire then take it, but I want to fuck you first... if you'll let me..."

Your body language shifted to one of captivation. Our eyes locked, and I saw the smug way you glared at me, smiling devilishly... knowing that when you did this I would succumb to your wishes in a heartbeat. But you gave in to my plea as if it was also some submission you sought.

How bizarre that you fluctuated as you did. I'm still reaching to understand that even though I'm grateful, because it was intense as hell.

Seeing that your cock had eased a bit, you laid beside me on the bed as I rose to straddle you, pressing my hotness against the girth as it lay dormant on your abdomen.

I cupped your face in my hands and explored your mouth with my tongue, moving it in and out, licking the exterior of your lips a bit as they parted—exemplary of how I needed your penetration badly. With a deep sigh of approval you reached behind me and grasped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart a bit. I rose up and grabbed the thing I wanted most, fevered and distended.

Hovering above you, I positioned myself over your dick, just barely letting it into my slit, and then slid down to meet my cunt lips with your perspiring body.

I felt a drip of sweat born from my brow run down my temple while I rode you...slowly at first, then picked up pace to fuck you wild as you lay there entranced with the feeling, your fingers pinching and twisting my rock hard nipples as I writhe...then drawing down slowly to feel the action of your cock penetrating me deeply, and the sticky juice from my excitement as it filtered down through your playing fingers.

I could tell I was going to cum again for you any second, my needs to be satisfied fully taking me over completely. I wanted so badly for you to cum with me.

I tightened a bit to allow my pussy to wrench your shaft as it traveled, though it only served to make me hotter and more bothered by the admittance that yes, I was working my G-spot on you as you laid there watching me get off. And your expression was priceless as again your lips clenched and your eyes squeezed shut, not giving in...not letting go of your control.

"I love the way your face shows how much you like the way my pussy feels around you."

"You like that huh?" Panting, you tweaked my nipples a bit harder. "I bet you want me to tell you how good you feel... I bet it gets you off."

I rose and fell to you, pushing down and gyrating into your pelvis. You arched in pleasure as I agreed with your statement and sped up my rotations. "Whether you tell me or not, I'm getting off...I don't need your affirmations to know how good you fucking feel..." I gasped to compose myself, but found that I couldn't...

Waves of tingles permeated on my surface and a flash of heat rose from inside of me. I cried out in gratification, "Oh shit, I'm...I'm...oh god it's..."

The chakras of ecstasy broke through me like never before and I bucked wildly on you, riding you to fruition as my pussy exploded, drenching your cock once again with my sweet cum. The gyration slowed as I eased down to a halt, exhausted and resting my forehead on your sweltering chest.

Catching my breath, I looked up momentarily to see if perhaps you had enjoyed it as much as I did...
"Did you cum?"

"No, I didn't..." You threw me off onto the bed beside you. "Now I get mine...be a good girl and don't resist."






"Roll over." In one fluid motion you rolled me on my stomach, jarring your arm up and under my middle, lifting my ass up in the air before you. "You ready for it?"

"Yes I am.. I want noth-" I was interrupted by your drawl as you spoke firm through clenched teeth, "Shhhhh...don't say a word."

My ass cheeks spread wide open forcefully and you dipped your tongue down along my crack, licking my ass hole and then down to my spent cunt. Your mouth reveled in my sex fluids for a short time then worked to spread the slickness up along my taint and back to my ass where you began.

"You've got a really sexy pussy...it's so hard to resist it...but..." Making sure my ass was wet enough for penetration, you slid a finger cautiously into it. I squirmed and grabbed for a pillow but couldn’t lift it to my face to bite it.

"Here." You pushed hard on my back, forcing my arms to buckle and making my top half cave in to the bed while my ass remained perched high and violated by your finger. "I want you to whine in that pillow, bite it if you need to."

The finger slid in and out, deeper each time. My face rested deep in the pillow though I struggled to look over and back, if only to see the joy on your face from taking me how you wanted it. "I'm not stopping until I'm done, understand me?"

"I understand," I whined as you added a finger to my pussy as well, now commanding both of my holes. "I want you to fuck me I-" Again, I was interrupted by your forcible pushing of my face back into the pillow while you fingered my ass and my gushing, spent glory hole.

No sooner had I realized your penetration would be cause for another climactic triumph for me had you replaced your fingers with the tip of your immense dick head...bobbing it and rubbing it over my compromised sex.

Using your hands to spread my ass cheeks even wider you hissed, "Fuck the lube, your pussy is wet as fuck... " Then you pushed a bit, working your cock into my ass hole little by little until you were at least three inches deep.

I kept writhing and adjusting, trying to make the insertion easier. I clashed to accept this little bit of pain, knowing that there would be an instance of pleasure not too far away once you accomplished your orgasm...once you plunged your finger back into my pussy and pressed upwards against my G-spot, feeling yourself driving it in...I hoped and prayed that you would match your climactic finale with mine.

Your groaning and pumping became avid, your body dripped of sweat which fell to the sheets we were entangled in. The hand that forcefully held my head down became a bit weak for a moment, but then found strength amidst my tangled hair and pulled my head backwards, allowing me to scream into the room, hearing it bounce off the walls and back to our bed of sin.

I countered against your grip to face back down into the pillow, looking for something to bite on, squeezing my nails into the headboard, realizing I was at a loss for anything pliable except the pillow I was chewing on to ease the bittersweet experience.

Faster and faster you drove into my ass; with every grind I could tell it was a matter of seconds before your explosion was inevitable. "Fuck your ass feels so fucking good..." you moaned and bucked, "I'm gonna…Christ..."

At a moments notice you pushed me away from you quickly, popping your dick out of my ass and crawling to hover above me, your imploding dick just inches from my face.

As you jerked off over me, I opened wide, anxious to receive your hot spurt on my cheeks, in my mouth. Finally, I would taste your delicious load. Reaching down between my legs one final time, I pinched my clit hard and rubbed it fiercely, bringing myself  in step with you as you leaned back - rolling your eyes in the back of your head.

Your hand picked up it's pace as you stroked your bloated purple erection and squeezed the oozing nectar out of your prick, squirting it onto my chest, face, and willing open mouth. I seized every drop as my tired body shivered and shed it's last ounce of wetness.

Exasperated, you collapse onto the bed, heaving and satisfied with your long anticipated release. After a long moment of regaining our composure, I wiped the puddling remnants from my chest and face with your shirt.

"I think I'm spent for at least.... 15 minutes." I cheered like a giddy child, caressing the length of your back with my desensitized hands.

"Yup, me too." The saving grace monarch appeared and you rose to sit for a moment, looking down at me in my contentment. "Fucking redheads sitting alone in a packed bar...drinking a Guinness no less....man...dangerous."

Then you realized that I’d just used your shirt as my towel.  "Holy fuck, did you just use my shirt to wipe up?!?!?"

I laughed, not only at my need to use your shirt as my towel, but at your description of how our encounter began, it was so true. "That was dangerous, wasn't it?"

"Shower time...let's go."