A mermaid bar. Now, that’s a great idea. The glass ceiling allowing everyone to see the beautiful half naked women with fake fish tails swimming, moving their curvaceous bodies all over, It quickly became the attraction of a town, let’s face it, dull at best.
I decided to spend every Friday night enjoying the views. A cup of coffee, a drink, and a good look at the night life. Human behavior is fascinating, and it’s always nice to watch the seducing game- the prey versus predator, because, let’s face it, to a degree, that’s what it is.
I had been enjoying a beer and a coffee for about a half an hour when she walked in. Black heels, very delicate ankles, and legs that were well toned and tanned, a skirt just above her knees and an ass that drew anyone’s eyes. My head never moved away from my book, but I took notice.
She sat on one of the two empty stools, and ordered herself a vodka. Her eyes were dark, and had the warm look of an innocent rabbit mixed with the darkness and hidden threat of a Tigress on the prowl. Was she looking for a tamer or a prey to devour? Maybe both?
I spent the next hour or so watching her toying with boys. Alone or with their wing man, they tried their best to sit next to her and strike a conversation, only to be turned down with the same excuse – “my date will be here any minute, now”. Hard to counter that, short of calling her a liar.
I decided that she was worth the challenge. I got up, and walked to the empty seat, completely ignoring her.
“Georgie”….I waited for the bartender to look at me…”two “Godfathers”, please”
“Excuse me!” her voice demanded attention.
I looked her way, for just a second, than back at the bartender.
“Excuse me, this seat is taken. My date will be here soon.”
I smiled politely, and then looked away.
“Bullshit”
“Ummm, excuse me?”
She was good. Really good. I almost bought her outrage. I turned, and looked at her.
“Listen, you’ve been giving boys that excuse for about an hour. Now, I am not saying you’re lying. But if you’re really waiting for a date, and he or she is this late, well, we both know you’re not the woman to be stood up like this.”
I waited for a retort, but I didn’t get one. She seemed rather amused.
“So, how about you relax, and try a “Godfather” with a stranger who cares enough to notice you and not come at you with a weak ass pickup line?”
She smiled.
“You’re quite sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Not really, no” I confessed. “But I’d rather crash and burn being original”.
I sat down.
“I am Bellami, pleasure to meet you”
“Is that your first, last or fake name?”
“Does it matter?”
“What’s in your drink, old man?”
I guess it didn’t matter whether my name was real.
“Oh, we’re getting personal now?” I smiled. “Why don’t you try it!”
I watched her drink a bit, sipping it, and giving me a “ok, not bad” look, but nothing more.
After a couple of more drinks for each, and conversations about the weather, the novelty of the bar we were in, and some other mundane topics, she began relaxing and laughing. Her sass was clearly there, still, and she had a lot of fun teasing me about being older than her. I decided that it was time to ramp up the game. I grabbed a napkin and wrote “If you want to continue this game, go to the bathroom, remove your panties, and come back and drop them discreetly in my pocket.”
I slid it in front of her. She took the napkin, read it, then folded it in half, and staring me right in the eyes, kissed its edge, allowing me to take a look at her very sensual lips. She left a red-burgundy mark on the napkin, and, before I could say anything, she dropped it in my drink, then, smiling at me, walked away. Not to the bathroom, though. Just out of the bar.
I paid the bill, and, amused by the whole turn of events, I decided to leave too. It wasn’t the turn of events I expected, but it was at least, different.
The whole thing threw me off a bit, however, so when I left the bar, I was in my own thoughts, trying to decide if I was going to take my chance on a Taxi randomly driving by, or order myself an Uber.
“Gosh, are ALL old men as slow as you?”
She was standing against the wall, right next to the entrance, smiling, a sarcastic, defiant smile, one arm behind her back, as a cushion between her body and the wall. Seeing the look on my face, she walked to be, and gently slipped something in my pocket.
“Bathroom? Really? Please”
She began walking away, then turned around with the same defiant smile.
“Is that what you think as “challenging”?”
She continued to away, slowly, while saying with that demeaning pleasure in her voice.
“Don’t be too slow, old beard”
I caught up with her, and, sliding a hand under her right arm, I directed her onto the side street where the service entrance to the bar was. We passed it, and when we clearly passed the area of the street covered by the security cameras, I turned her around, and finally kissed her. Deeply. Passionately. My lips pushing against the soft, wet, sweet cushion of hers. Rubbing against them. My tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, touching hers, then sliding away from it. I stopped, and stared her right in the eyes.
“Finally. I was beginning to think you’re too old or just a pussy, like everyone else, to please a woman”
“Shut up, slut. No one said anything about you being pleased. You’re here to please ME”.
My left hand grabbed her hair, while my right hand slapped her, gently.
“Wow, you ARE a pussy!”
She defiantly stared me in the eyes, laughing.
“On your knees, whore!” I slapped her a bit harder, still barely touching her, but my hand forced her on her knees.
I unzipped my pants and used my right hand to squeeze her cheeks, and make her open her mouth, then slid my already hard dick all the way in her mouth.
“Let’s see how you do as a fuckdoll, whore. Let’s see how you like this old dick, you filthy dirty slut”
Leaving all caution in the wind, I started thrusting hard and fast.
“Ga, ga…ga…ga…” The gagging was turning me on more, and I could feel her slobbering all over my dick. My hands were in her hair, providing counter balance, while I was using her mouth as it was meant to be used, a cock sleeve.
I paused for a second, and slid my dick out, then forced her to look at me.
“Old dick, huh? Pussy?” In the moment, I spat on her cheek then ordered her “Open wide, future cumdump”
She did. And I went back to fucking her mouth. Hitting the back of her throat every time. Hard and deep. “Ga..ga…” the slobbering and gagging resumed. And it drove me crazy. But I didn’t want to cum.
I took my dick out, and pushed my body forward.
“Suck my balls, slut”
She was a good girl, after all, and listened. She was pretty good at it, too. Sucking on each one, running her tongue on my sack, and going down to the perineum, then back up, all while I was stroking myself, and enjoying her soft lips and tongue on me.
“Pretty wrinkled, ya know!”
Her continuous mouthing was a turn on and annoying, at the same time. Of course she was enjoying it, of course she was being bratty, but I decided to address it, even at the cost of filling her mouth with my hot seed.
I grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled up, not as gentle as before.
“You’re going to get what you want, slut”
I made her turn around, and with my free hand, I pulled her skirt up, revealing an ass that looked like the joint project of heaven and hell. Perfectly shaped, firm, and nicely tanned.
Whack. whack. whack.
“Fuck, you’re not a pussy, after all!”
“Shut up, slut. Shut up”
WHACK WHACK WHACK. This time, I left my hand print on both her cheeks. But didn’t stop. WHACK WHACK WHACK more. And more.
She was now moaning, and her ass was quite red. I stopped and said “Let’s see how wet you are, whore.”
I pushed three fingers in, taking advantage of how wet she already was and, at the same time, slid my thumb in her ass, then starting moving all four, in and out, and, when in, drawing imaginary circles, stretching her two holes, now totally in my power.
I used the three fingers that were fucking her hot, warm, soft cunt to juice my dick, then fucked her with them a few more times, until they were soaked, again, and used her juices to spread them over her pink asshole. I was quite happy, so I pushed the tip of my dick gently in, then all the way.
“You’re afraid of a real pussy, pussy?”
“That’s it, slut!”
I reached in my pocket, got her panties- “oh, black lace! nice”- and pushed them in her mouth. “Shut up and take my dick, like the fuck toy you are meant to be!”
For good measure, I locked my hands above her mouth, and started fucking her ass hard. I was turned on by her body, her sucking me, but also by her continuous fire and sass. My dick was rubbing against the tight walls of her ass, while my balls were smacking her, the noise, the muffled moans, the wild act, everything was pushing my buttons the right way.
I started moving faster, knowing I was close. I pushed her body against the wall, making her feel the foot I had in height and the few tens of pounds, then just moved my hard dick in and out, with her entire body my prisoner. I moved one hand above her clit, and started rubbing hard against it, whispering in her ear “I am going to cum soon, then stop. If you want to cum, well, you don’t have a lot of time”
I moved away, but not very far. I was breathing hard on her neck, a short breath away from kissing it, but never did touch it. I felt my balls about to empty in her, and my hands started rubbing harder and faster.
“Cum with me, whore!”
I came as I whispered that in her ear, and so did she, immediately.
I pulled out of her ass, and reached in my pocket, taking out a small butt plug, then took out her panties out of her mouth, and used them to both clean the plug- a new one- and juice it up with her saliva, then, my cum still inside her ass, slid it in.
“This ass is now mine. No one can use it. You can remove the plug to clean yourself when you get home, and to use the bathroom, but other than that, I am the only one who can remove it.”
I reached in my inside pocket, got one of my business cards, a personal one, and a necklace with the word SLUT on it. I smiled at her, tossed both the card and the necklace at her feet.
“You can go back in there, pick up a guy- or more, up to you- bring him here and use him to fuck you, and get what you want. Or, you can find me, and get what you need. If it’s the latter, put that on, and show up at my door wearing nothing else. Up to you. ”
I began walking away, while she said, loud enough for me to hear
“You don’t even know my name! You never asked for it”
“Yes, I do” I said , while walking away, without looking.
“it’s on the necklace.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w7aiot/a_slut_with_no_name_part_1_intro_bdsm_anal_oral
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