***She***
I’ve got the itch tonight, but it seems a slow night. There’s only
one unattached guy at the bar, and he’s not my type.
I’ve seen his kind before. He’s my male counterpart – handsome, almost
pretty, experienced at seducing women, but slightly jaded by the sheer
numbers of his conquests.
No, I like them a bit more naive. More… Tender.
Still, a little practice never hurts…
***He***
Nothing’s happening here tonight. Once I finish this drink, I’ll move
on and see if the action’s better somewhere else.
The only unfettered female in the place is not my kind of girl – not
enough tit, too thin lips. She looks like she’s trolling too.
Definitely not the innocent, adventurous sort I prefer.
Standing up from the barstool, I glance over at her table, for no
particular reason.
My gaze sweeps past her without really looking as I head for the door.
Then something niggles at my mind and I turn back… There! She’s got
this LOOK on her face – Catherine Zeta Jones eyes. Smoldering,
inviting, laughing and daring.
I always was a sucker for a challenge…
***She***
The LOOK got him. He’s coming over.
The trick now is to brush him off, preferably with a hard-on.
I look elsewhere as he approaches. He doesn’t speak, but stands so
close that if I turn, I’ll be staring at his zipper. I can smell him.
Just a hint of cologne, or possibly soap, underlaid with a feral
masculine scent. This is… unexpected.
I feel my silky brown hair guided away from my face with a single
finger. The game is well afoot now. He has picked up the gauntlet.
***He***
She pretends to ignore me. I know a challenge when I see one, though,
and decide to change the rules of the game.
Standing at her shoulder, I say nothing. Her nostrils flare as she
picks up my scent. I pull back her hair and bend, kissing softly at
the nape of her neck.
I feel a shiver in response…
***She***
The kiss to my neck has almost undone me! He is not playing by the
rules!
Very well, then, no holds barred!
I stand. I will walk away without looking back.
I turn away, but he’s standing in front of me, and now my face is
nearly pressed into the vee of his unbuttoned shirt. The valley
between his pects is as deep as that between my breasts. That SMELL
almost overwhelms me and I can’t help but look upward.
The challenge is clear in his eyes, and it steels my resolve. I look
him up and down and toss my head in disdain, then try to push past
him.
His crooked finger under my chin stops me…
***He***
This is getting interesting!
I stare into her eyes, putting passion into mine as I let the finger
under her chin slip down to trace the curve of her neck and the soft
valley of her meager cleavage.
She doesn’t turn away as I bend to kiss her. Her lips melt for a
moment, then press tightly together. As I start to pull back, she
follows, softening again, and accepting my tongue.
Lips or no, she can kiss!
I feel my cock stirring in the leg of my trousers!
***She***
Well, now! No wonder he’s confident! My pussy starts to weep from the
passion in his kiss! At first, I want to escape, but realize it’s
futile. I must play this out, so I go on the offensive, and kiss him
back!
My tongue explores playfully inside his mouth, refusing to duel with
his, but not avoiding it either.
His hand just above my buttocks covers most of my back with heat, and
my nipples harden as I feel a large bulge start to grow where his
trousers press into my belly!
***He***
Pulling away from the kiss, I grasp a ringed earlobe between my teeth
and bite gently, eliciting a lustful gasp!
Slender, sharp-nailed fingers slide through my hair, sending chills
down my spine! They grasp a double-handful of my hair pull my head
away!
Warm lips and sharp teeth leave a trail of fire along the inner curve
of my chest muscle as those nails dig into my scalp!
My erection is trapped painfully in the leg of my slacks, and I pull
back to give it room to rise.
***She***
We pull away and gaze into each other’s eyes, passion smoldering just
beneath the surface as we both realize we’re in the wrong venue for
the next round.
Without a word, we head for the door. In the dark of the small parking
lot, we each press the keyless entry buttons for our cars.
Damn! His Ferrari trumps my Porsche, and I push the other button on my
key tab, re-locking the Porsche.
With aplomb, he offers a hand to help me into the passenger seat. I
have no choice but to accept.
Nothing is said as the powerful engine of the red, low-slung car
sweeps us toward his home-court and away from mine.
***He***
I can’t help feeling a little smug as I offer my hand to help her out
of the car.
In the elevator, I use the back of my middle finger to caress her
slender neck down to the point of a white shoulder bared by the
slippage of her top, leaving her looking somehow vulnerable.
She shivers and turns to me, slipping a small hand inside the open top
of my shirt. Her eyes burn into mine as those fragile fingers caress
my pects and push the shirt off my shoulder.
An electric current shoots down my spine as her teeth close on the
bared nipple and instantly release, followed closely by a quick, wet
tongue.
***She***
I lick and chew at his hard, tiny nipple, trying to regain some lost
ground.
The zipper at my back slips downward and a large hand finds its way
inside my top just as the doors of the elevator ‘ding’ and open.
Muscular arms sweep me off my feet, and without apparent effort, he
carries me to an apartment door.
Somehow, without disturbing me as I recline in those strong arms, he
manages the unlocking and opening of the door.
Lights come on as I’m transported into a spacious living area that
fairly screams ’seduction zone’!
I’m deposited on a large ottoman in the center of the sunken living
area, and music fills the room from unseen speakers.
A drink is thrust into my hand and I sit up to take a sip, not
bothering to pull my top up as is slips down my arms.
He sits, watching, sipping his own drink, on the circular sofa
surrounding the ottoman.
I am on display, so I take the role and run with it.
***He***
She extends the almost empty glass and I take it from her, admiring
her bare shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts.
Slowly, gracefully, turned half away from me, she removes the silky
fabric of her top, putting on a show. The skirt follows and she
reclines her deliciously naked form in the center of the ottoman.
On her petite frame, the smallness of her breasts makes her look more
vulnerable, more fragile.
She writhes upon the ottoman, one knee up, the other leg extended. An
elegant finger slips eagerly into the thatch of curly brown hair at
her vee, parting the moist folds and penetrating far inside.
The other hand clutches a small tit, squeezing hard before taking the
rigid little nipple between thumb and middle finger, pulling it far
from her body. Her hips rise to meet her two middle fingers.
***She***
My passion play has the desired effect, and soon his muscular body
appears above my head where it hangs off the edge of the ottoman. His
long, hard cock accepts the invitation of my half-open lips.
My left hand slips between his legs and urges him inward. I haven’t
had a cock like this in ages, and I savor every thick inch of it as it
slips further and further down my throat!
My middle finger toys with the crinkled ring of his anus as my lips
bury themselves in the sandy thicket of his pubic hair, causing his
prick to pulse in my throat.
With a quick thrust, I bury the finger in his rectum and use it to
pull him away from my face, only to force his rod back in, knowing the
effect my moans would have on his sensitive glans!
***He***
The sight of my cock stretching her bulging throat, and the combined
sensations of her finger in my ass and the velvety heat of her mouth
have pushed me to the edge and I know it won’t be long.
I fuck her willing mouth and throat with long strokes. Faster and
faster I plunge into the inferno, finally stopping, buried as deep as
I can go! My explosion blasts cum straight into her stomach!
Pulling out, I let the last couple of spurts go in her mouth.
Gazing defiantly into my eyes, she swirls it around with her tongue
before swallowing.
***She***
Elation fills me as he cums in my mouth! I have won! Now I can dress
and leave!
But, wait! What’s this! He’s still rigid as an iron rod!
He pulls me up and kisses me deeply, not caring that his cum still
coats my mouth! Lips, tongue and teeth assault my senses as he works
his way down my neck to my breasts!
He is not gentle, and my body responds to his urgency with passion.
His teeth set my screaming nipples on fire, and my loins burn as his
finger plunges deeply, then withdraws, dragging deliberately across my
G-spot!
My other breast is totally engulfed as he sucks the entire orb into
his mouth, battering it with his tongue. As it slips from his
moistened lips, sharp teeth on hard nipple send lightning down my
spine!
Two fingers plunder my dripping sex, now, and withdraw to slip up the
sides of my distended clit! Oh God, he is a masterful lover!
***He***
I’m in my element now. I kiss and nibble my way down her heaving
abdomen, pausing to play with the ring in her navel, then working my
way down to the supersensitive flesh at the crease where thigh joins
torso.
Shivers race through her as my tongue plays in the soft flesh of this
forbidden valley. My fingers play a concerto inside her. I know the
places that women like to be touched, and I play them like a fine
instrument.
My tongue circles her throbbing clit, then flicks rapidly back and
forth across it as the pads of my fingers caress her G-spot.
BAM! Her first climax has her screeching into the back of her hand!
**She***
This is not going my way at all! My orgasm rips through me as he takes
over control of my body!
Twice, three times more his magic fingers and tongue wrest spasms from
my heaving body!
Like a rag doll, he turns me onto my knees. With three fingers inside
my sopping pussy, his tongue plunges deep into my ass!
Oh no! He’s discovered my secret! I wail in despair and surrender to
his invading tongue as it ravishes my quivering rectum! My orgasm is
almost continuous now, I scream and writhe on the ottoman, not sure
whether I want to escape or push back and impale myself more deeply on
his cursed tongue!
Suddenly, my gaping orifice is empty, and I shriek in frustration.
***He***
She’s mine now! I kneel up and align my throbbing manhood with her
quivering pussy.
One long, slow, plunge, and I’m nestled hard against the musclular
lump of her cervix. Her vagina heaves and caresses the length of my
hard shaft as a guttural moan escapes her throat!
Hard and fast, I plunder and plow her tender tissues, swiveling my
hips at the far end to prod and stretch new places within her. Her
moans are continuous and her hips drive backward to meet each thrust.
It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to keep my orgasm from
tearing itself out of my rampant shaft, but there is one more conquest
I must make to complete my victory!
***She***
Heaving and grunting like a pig, I revel in my subjugation! His
conquering shaft drives me through climax after climax, as I wait,
with fear and anticipation for what is to come.
We both know how this must end, and my cringing rectum opens wide
around the plunging shaft, screaming in pain, spasming in ecstasy!
Deep into my bowels he plunges, taking what he wants – what I must
give! Hard and strong, his conquering spear stabs my guts, rearranging
my intestines, making a permanent home for its victorious presence!
His hips swivel, and the bloated plum of his glans swirls and hollows
out my colon.
No climax in my life has come from so deep in my soul! No orgasm ever
wrenched itself from my body with such violence, such utter
indifference to what might or might not be left in its wake!
***He***
Her final orgasm begins as a subsonic rumble in her chest, then rises
to a growl, a cry, a scream, a screech, and finally, a shriek that
fades into the ultrasonic!
Her body goes rigid around my exploding shaft, and blackness threatens
to engulf me as my body empties its entire store of pent-up passion in
a series of violent explosions! My lava coats and fills her bowels as
I savor my victory with tiny strokes in the gritty velvet of her
quivering fundament!
***She***
As, with effort and his help, I extract myself from the Ferrari, he
hands me a calling card. With a tiny smile, he accepts the one
extended from my fingers.
His smile broadens as he reads what I’ve scrawled on the back:
‘Rematch?’
He gives me a curt nod as I turn to head for my Porsche, realizing
with shock that we have yet to hear each other speak.