She stares at me as I take another sip of my whiskey – it burns the back of my throat, but I happen to like that burn. She stands at the base of the stairs, her brown hair slightly curled just above her shoulders, eyes dark, filled with anger and resentment – she hates every man walking into this place.
I smirk at her, but her smile grows wicked and sweet, luring me in. I look down her breasts barely held in by the small black dress, then down her small waist and curvy hips, the dress stops barely covering her thighs – toned and smooth. She is a fine woman I will not deny that, but I am not paying for sex – never have, never will.
She looks around the club as if scanning for enemies and makes her way towards me.
“Not paying for sex, baby.” I watch her lean in to grab the glass that has my whiskey in it, her perky breasts centimeters away from my face – fuck me, they are nice.
She smirks at me, that sweet smile begging to be kissed and maybe even fucked, her eyes trying to tell an angry story, as she holds my glass of whiskey in front of her face. She takes a large sip from the glass emptying it – that was expensive whiskey, but she seems like she needs it. I can afford another one. I glare at the bartender for another one, he nods and gets busy with the drink.
“You don’t need to.” She whispers into my ear, my leg now in between her fit thighs, her breasts pressed against my abdomen, and her palms against my chest.
I look at her scarcely illuminated face, as different colors of the club lights dance on her face. She wants to forget the pain of being used. Well, this should be interesting. I will not deny a woman what she wants, especially one as beautiful as her.
“Lead the way.” I get up and leave the fresh glass on whiskey behind, the blood from my brains is already going other places – I am just a man after all.
“Don’t just leave that behind.” She grabs the glass and chugs it in one swallow – my mind wonders off somewhere else as I watch her extended throat swallow, “This is the good stuff.” She looks at me with disapproval.
I would laugh, if my mind wasn’t wondering off to her body – or the things I could do to her body.
“No, I am playing with you.” She bites her lower lip, as if reading my mind – I can live with that.
“Follow me.” She takes my hand into her small one, places it on her hip, and leans into my body as we make our way through the dancing crowd – she wants this to be her way, on her terms, she wants to be in control.
“My terms.” She stops at a brown door with a large silver number sixteen on it.
I scrunch my brows at her in confusion – I am not the type to be dominated, but it is not what she wants. I stare for a moment, surprised I can still think, since my cock is so engorged it is getting uncomfortable in my black dress pants. She simply wants to feel in control again, she wants to remind herself she can still enjoy sex without feeling used. I am not the romantic type, but I know what broken women need.
“Your terms, baby.” I kiss the crook of her neck, hardly touching her skin – she inhales with pleasure leaning her breasts into me.
She lets me into the room, closes the door, and leans herself against it—her head resting on the door and her breasts pointing at me. My hands are itching to touch them, knead them, and pinch them, but I wait – she knows the game she is playing, so do I, but that’s the fun of it. Call it foreplay if you want.
Pushing herself away from the door, she steps in front of me, her body is snug to mine. She doesn’t say anything, but slowly starts to unbutton my shirt with one hand and her other hand goes straight for my cock. Fucking hell, a jolt of pleasure travels from my hard cock to my spine. I grab her ass instinctively and give it a good squeeze – she moans softly in approval. She removes her hand from my erection, the pleasure dissipates leaving me hungry for more, but she rips open my shirt and pushes me on the bed, brining back some of my senses. Fuck that shirt, I guess.
She slowly gets on top my me, her pussy on my hard dick, which is desperately trying to be free of the pants. She leans in, her tits are now hanging in front of my lips like ripe fruit, biggening to be placed in my mouth – soon. I put my palms on the sides her of her thighs and slowly start moving them along her silky-smooth skin. In response she crushes her lips om mine hungerly, while her hips start to grind on my bulging and trapped erection – if it is not freed soon, this might get painfully uncomfortable. Again, as if reading my mind, she licks my jaw down to my chest, and reaches one of her hands to the belt buckle – thank god. To torture me some more, she doesn’t open zipper, but places her hand over the pants and rubs it some more – this is evil, and she knows it.
My cock is growing trying to be free, to feel her bare fingertips on it, to feel her plums lips around it, to enter her smooth wet walls – I guarantee, those walls are well already. Surges of pleasure travel into my groin as she continues to stroke, pooling an explosion into my balls. Fuck, I need these pants off. She continues to kiss my abs slowly going down to my crotch – Those lips would feel amazing around my cock, once it is free from the restraints of the pants. Suddenly, the button of the pants goes loose, and the zipper goes down freeing my erection. Without wasting another moment, she places her warm pussy over my standing cock. I reach for her juicy ass and give it a good squeeze, pushing her closer into me, but her panties and my boxes are in the way. Damn be the clothes.
She moans – I want to flip her over, show her what real pleasure feels like, but she needs this for herself – I will be pleased no matter what. She takes the bulge out through the slit of the boxes, her bare fingers wrapping around the whole size of it and starts pumping slowly – I squeeze her ass more, while she runs her tongue on my abs, kissing, and nibbling. There is nothing that exists anymore, but her lips on my body, her hand pumping my cock, and her entrance just an inch away. She stops the pumping, but doesn’t let go, sits up, moves her panties out of the way with her other hand and positions her entrance on top of my ready cock – my groins are tightening, balls throbbing, and all I have on my mind is entering her, riding her, kneading her tits in my palms.
She takes my erections places it just at her entrance, my tip getting soaked in her wetness – dear god is she wet, but instead of taking me in she runs it up to her clit, and then back down to her entrance pushing it in just a bit further. My sensitive tip sends surges of numbing electricity into my spine and down my legs. I arch my pelvis into her, as I spread and knead her ass. Everything that is mighty, I need release. But she goes up to her clit again and moans in pleasure, down to the entrance and back to the clit, continuing to moan in bliss.
She then gets off my crotch, escaping my grasp of her ass and slides her hips down. Confused I lift myself on my elbows to find her face, in front of my tall erection. She looks me the eyes with a wicked smile and winks. Her lips hit my tip and I can’t stop myself from rolling my head back – the nerves at the tip send a rush throughout shutting down my brain. Fuck me. She proceeds to lick the tip, sucking it lightly then harder, then the whole thing goes in hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck.” I groan – she sucks a little harder.
My breathing is ragged as the climax in my body grows, craving to be relieved. She stops the sucking, the pressure my the body, slightly lessened, but the desire to combust is still stronger than ever. Running her fingers from my cock through my abs, she positions her dripping entrance at the tip again – I wait, anticipation to feel her walls around me growing. She reaches to the waist of the dress and pulls it off her body, revealing those beautiful peaks – perfectly round, calling my name.
I lose any sense that was left in my brain, raise my upper body, grab her waist firmly and slam myself into her. Her vagina welcoming me as it wraps itself around me, like a drug numbing my mind.
“Ah.” She moans with euphoria at the sudden intrusion and drops her body into mine – I take this opportunity to grab her breast into my palm and knead it roughly as I continue to ram myself into her violently.
Her juices are now dripping on my balls, making them spasm, my muscles contracting, readying for the ecstatic release.
“Harder.” She breathlessly moans into my neck as she moves her hips into me – trying to get a deeper penetration.
Oh baby, I can go break your back harder, if you really want.
I let go of her breast, take both sides of her hips into my hands for support, and start ramming into her fiercely. My tip hitting her soft cervix, friction increasing – a few more thrusts and I will erupt into oblivion.
She moans and gasps as her grip on me tightens, she too is close to be undone. I thrust even harder – she bites the crook of my neck and squeezes her legs tight around me as her clit throbs and her walls clench tight around me. I give her a few more good thrusts, for my release, and her extra pleasure – my cock spams aggressively releasing all the tight muscles in my body. Everything comes into focus again as I remember where I am.
She peels herself away from me slightly and looks me in the eyes – the anger gone, she proved to herself, she can have pleasure as well, just for herself.
See you never again, brown eyed beauty – I am on the flight back to New York this morning.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/weumd9/she_takes_control_of_sexy_hunk_she_spots_at_a_club