A stranger awakens desires she never knew she had.
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It started like any other Friday night. I was out with my girlfriends, going from bar to bar, chatting with people, flirting with a lot of guys, having a great time. I was feeling really good. I’d been out shopping the week before and I’d bought a new outfit that I was wearing now. I wore a short black skirt and a lacy black bra that showed off ample cleavage all natural at 36D. Over the bra I wore a transparent black buttonless shirt that I tied in a knot, showing off my milky white skin and flat stomach. I wore knee high black leather boots with 4 inch heels, adding impressive height to my 5’6″. My long blonde hair was tied back with a black ribbon, with a few loose strands for effect. I wore heavy makeup to accentuate my blue eyes. I felt good and the looks of the men in the bars and clubs we passed made me feel sexy.
At the end of the night we called a taxi to come and pick us up, but it was a busy night and the operator said it’d be at least 45 minutes. We went into a bar that we’d never been to before, in a side alley by the railway station. It was not the type of bar that we were used to. Instead of the young and upwardly mobile professional crowd that frequented the same places that we usually went to were rough types. Guys with long hair and dressed in leather sat around the smoke filled room. We hesitated, but it was cold outside and we’d asked the taxi to pick us up in this street. We went up to the bar and ordered drinks.
I saw him as I turned around and started sipping my Irish whiskey. He looked a few years older than me. He wore a leather jacket, leather pants and boots. His hair wasn’t long, but the messy inches of blonde hair told me that it had been quite a few months since he’d last had it cut. I didn’t know if he was sporting a short beard or if he just hadn’t bothered to shave for a week or so. Either way, his green eyes were lapping me up and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him. He was nothing like the men I’d dated, nothing like the men I was attracted to. And I’d never been as drawn to a man as I was to this one. I’d long stopped listening to my friends’ chatter when he finished his beer, got up and walked up to me. He placed an arm around my waist, pulled me away from my friends and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I want to fuck you tonight,” he whispered, and I could smell the beer on his breath. “And I have the feeling that you want to fuck me too.”
I’d never been approached that directly before. The men we usually met would butter us up with meaningless platitudes before asking us home for a cup of coffee, or more commonly ask us out for a meal, before starting to kiss us and eventually ending up in bed. That was how most of my dating experiences had worked. Never before had a man walked up to me and said what was on his mind. I looked into his eyes and there was a raw sexual hunger in his gaze.
“So,” he continued as I hadn’t replied yet, “what will it be? I’m leaving now. You can come with me and we’ll spend the night fucking each other’s brains out, or not.”
He walked towards the door and I knew that if I didn’t do something that very moment I’d probably never see him again and I’d always wonder “what if?”. With a quick word of goodbye to my friends I emptied my glass and ran after him. He was already on his bike when I got outside. I jumped up behind him and he handed me a helmet without a word. My phone started ringing and I could see that it was one of the friends I’d left inside. I switched it off, put the helmet on and wrapped my arms around his waist as he drove off.
He drove towards a part of town where I’d never been before. When I’d moved there it had been pointed out to me as a place that wasn’t particularly desirable and I’d learnt to avoid it. After 10 minutes he pulled into an overgrown driveway in front of a shabby house. He parked the motorbike and went before me inside. No false chivalry. We both knew what we were going to do. He placed his helmet on a chair by the front door and I put mine next to it.
“Bedroom’s upstairs on the right,” he said. “Bathroom’s next door if you need to use it. I’ll only be a sec.”
I went upstairs as I heard him moving around in the kitchen and then the unmistakable sounds of a dog being fed. I opened the door into the bedroom and it was quite neat and very clean. It was obvious that it was one of the few rooms in the house that was actually lived in and taken care of. I sat down on the bed and I soon heard him walking up the stairs. He came into the room and smiled at me.
“You still dressed? I like my women naked in bed.”
With a few short strides he reached the bed and pulled me up by my hand. He quickly discarded my shirt and then he wrapped his arms around me to unhook my bra. His smile widened as my firm tits were exposed to the night air, tightening up my pink nipples like cherries on top of an ice cream sundae.
“I knew those tits had to be real,” he said and kneaded them, pinching my nipples.
He then pulled my skirt off and grabbed my ass cheeks before pulling off my black thongs. He ran a finger through my narrow blonde bush and looked at me. All I had on were my leather boots. He kept smiling as he slowly undressed. It wasn’t long before he was standing before me with nothing but a raging hard-on. My eyes were focused on the thick 8 inches of meat that stood out from his hips.
“I’d love for you to taste it,” he smiled at me.
I needed no further encouragement. I kneeled before him and wrapped my red lips around the thick mushroom head and tasted his precum on my tongue. He was delicious. I wrapped one hand around his shaft as I started sucking him inside my hungry mouth. His cock soon hit the back of my mouth and I started letting him slip outside again. I ran my hand through the lipstick and saliva to lubricate his entire cock. Then I sucked him back inside my mouth, playing with him with my tongue.
Until that moment I’d only ever sucked cocks as a means to an end. I’d done a little because my boyfriends had enjoyed it, but I’d counted the seconds until it was over. This time was different. His throbbing cock tasted so good in my mouth. I even managed to swallow once, letting him into my throat and the gasp from him told me that what I was doing was absolutely the right thing. I kept sucking him harder and harder. I never wanted his cock to leave my mouth again. More and move saliva escaped and helped my hand that was working the part of his cock that wasn’t in my mouth.
I don’t know what I was expecting next, but all of a sudden I felt his hands on the back of my head and he forced himself deeper inside me again. There was a twitch in his shaft and with a loud moan my mouth was filled with salty goo. He’d cum in my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, resulting in more moans from him. When he finally stopped cumming he slowly withdrew from my mouth. I could feel how swollen my lips were as I looked up into his satisfied face. I felt a few drops of cum escaping my mouth and trickling down my chin, but I didn’t do anything about it. It felt dirty and right for this situation. There was no pretence of so called love making here. We were together because we wanted to fuck. It was pure carnal lust that had brought us together.
“Babe,” he smiled, “you can suck my cock any time. Now lie down and let me have a taste of your pussy. The smell is driving me mad!”
I lay on my back on his bed, still wearing my boots, and I parted my legs, showing off my wet folds. He placed his knees between my thighs and lowered himself down. He pressed his lips against mine and let his tongue loose inside my mouth before moving on to my tits, biting my nipples as he played with them. Then finally I felt the hair on his face against my pussy. I’d never been with a man with a beard before and the feeling of his face against my, mainly hairless, pussy was enough to give me a mini-orgasm.