tGirl_Eva
07-09-2008, 07:11 AM
I got so many compliments on the first story, I thought I'd share another experience I had recently. Hope you enjoy it!
This past Saturday I was out at a dance club with some girlfriends. I love the place because they play a lot of techno and industrial, which I love, as opposed to hip hop, which is simply popular but in my opinion not as good.
I will admit--I had a few drinks before the following occurred.
Well, okay. A lot of drinks. But hey! I'm single now. I'm allowed to get crazy, right? Right!
Anyway, one of my favorite dance songs comes on, (a remix of Nine Inch Nails' The Perfect Drug) so I go out to dance. Even though I'm shy here on the boards, on the dance floor, I like to dance with a lot of different people--guys, girls, whoever! So I'm kinda shimmying my way around, from partner to partner, when I feel two hands on my hips.
I'll be honest. I was wearing sort of a slutty outfit: tight black leather hip-hugger pants with the 'wings' of my red g-string riding up on my hips, and then vanishing down you-know-where. My top was a simple tank-top that left my belly button exposed, and was also black, with a little lace on the straps and the thin straps of my red bra visible underneath. (Yes, I love red and black! They look great with my dark red, waist-length hair and ivory skin.)
This guy was pressed up against me, his hand on my hips, leading the dance. I could feel his hot, sweet breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. Whenever he grinded up against me, I felt something hard pressing between my asscheeks.
I pushed my ass back into him, gyrating my hips. His hands slowly climbed over the bare flesh left exposed by my tank tops. His hands were soft, but strong. The song ended.
I thanked him for the dance and walked back to my girlfriends, intent on telling them about the guy. He wasn't striking in looks, but he wasn't bad, either, and he was well-built without being a total musclehead. He had thick black hair and dark eyes, broad shoulders and a tight butt that I watched as he he walked away.
Anyway, the night wore on, but I noticed that the guy kept glancing my direction. He beckoned me back out on to the dance floor, and again and again, I joined him. Finally, he must have noticed I was getting tired--he offered me a ride home.
Normally, I would have flat-out said no. I don't trust strangers, especially when I have such a big secret, but I was pretty inebriated. I got his cell number and gave it to a girlfriend, just in case. (I'm never too drunk to be safe!)
We went out to his car, climbed in. It was nearly 2 am, and many of the streets were empty. I kept thinking about his strong hands, his shoulders...and before I knew it, I had slid up close to him...then I was leaning against him...then I was drifting toward his lap...then, somehow, he had his foot on the gas and I had his cock in my mouth. It was only about 6 inches I would guess, but thick and hard...I could only get about half of it into my mouth. I was pretty drunk, but I remember the feeling of my tongue sliding under the head of his cock and the moan that rumbled up from him.
I bobbed on the shaft, the head poking my throat, occasionally gagging me a bit, but I was having too much fun to care. His hand was rubbing my back and the back of my head, not holding me down, but encouraging me. His hand slipped under my tank top and found my pert breasts and stiff nipples. He rubbed and caressed them with one hand and drove with the other as I slurped up and down.
I could feel he was about to cum when the car stopped. He noted that I was too busy to tell him where my place was, so he drove to his place instead.
It was a nice apartment in a neighborhood I knew, so I went in with him.
He immediately pulled me to him once we were inside, sliding my shirt up over my head and fiddling with my bra, which he quickly removed. He moved down, sucking on my bright pink nipples and yanking his own shirt off. Then, he had my pants around my ankles and...and he stopped. My secret! I had forgotten! I stood there in my little red panties, and I knew he knew.
He just stared for a minute. I remember feeling very hot, and knew I was blushing. I started to get up, but he gently restrained me. Instead, he slipped off my underwear. I spread my legs and let him see my secret. Again, he stared for a minute, then looked up at me...then started sucking on my breasts again. I don't remember a lot of what he said, but I do remember him telling my how beautiful I was. Of course, hearing that, I melted!
He pulled me into the bedroom and lay me down on his bed. He stood in front of me, dropped his pants and boxers, and revealed his soldier, standing at attention. He came over, standing above me, and prodded my lips with the head. Of course, I opened my mouth and let him slide it in as far as it would go.
He gently held the sides of my face while thrusting in and out of my mouth. I could taste his salty precum, which I let dribble down my chin. I could feel him starting to build up again, so I pulled back, and his cock came slipped out, trailing a little bridge of saliva and precum between the head and my lips.
I was putty in his arms. He asked me what I like. I remember saying, "to be dominated", even though I have...well...had never experienced it before.
He smiled, and was gentle yet commanding. He turned me around, told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. I did. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down into the bedspread, allowing me to turn so I could breathe. Then he pulled both arms behind my back, where he held them by the wrists with one hand. With the other, I felt him slide a finger into my ass, wiggle it around, and withdraw it. Then it came back, colder and wetter, and I knew I was being lubed and that he was going to fuck me.
And fuck me he did. After lubing me up, I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, then slide in with one fluid motion--I remember crying out, and him saying, "hush", and using his free hand to stroke my cheek. He began thrusting in and out, and when I moaned, he gave me light slaps on the ass.
His thrusting grew more intense, filling me, stretching me...I could feel his balls slapping up against my smooth perineum, and felt cool lube and my own juices running down my legs. Then, suddenly, he pulled his cock out with a 'pop', pulled me up by my arms, and slid his cock into my mouth--I was so shocked!
His cum splashed over my tongue and down my throat, the rest leaking from the corners of my mouth. I didn't really want to swallow but he didn't give me much choice...however, it wasn't so bad!
Afterward, he poured me a glass of wine and called me a cab. He talked to me and was a complete gentleman, even paying for the cab, not mentioning my secret. Some guys really know how to treat a lady!
Hope you enjoyed that story as much as I did! Sorry it was so long...I'm a sucker for detail.
<3 Ava
This past Saturday I was out at a dance club with some girlfriends. I love the place because they play a lot of techno and industrial, which I love, as opposed to hip hop, which is simply popular but in my opinion not as good.
I will admit--I had a few drinks before the following occurred.
Well, okay. A lot of drinks. But hey! I'm single now. I'm allowed to get crazy, right? Right!
Anyway, one of my favorite dance songs comes on, (a remix of Nine Inch Nails' The Perfect Drug) so I go out to dance. Even though I'm shy here on the boards, on the dance floor, I like to dance with a lot of different people--guys, girls, whoever! So I'm kinda shimmying my way around, from partner to partner, when I feel two hands on my hips.
I'll be honest. I was wearing sort of a slutty outfit: tight black leather hip-hugger pants with the 'wings' of my red g-string riding up on my hips, and then vanishing down you-know-where. My top was a simple tank-top that left my belly button exposed, and was also black, with a little lace on the straps and the thin straps of my red bra visible underneath. (Yes, I love red and black! They look great with my dark red, waist-length hair and ivory skin.)
This guy was pressed up against me, his hand on my hips, leading the dance. I could feel his hot, sweet breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. Whenever he grinded up against me, I felt something hard pressing between my asscheeks.
I pushed my ass back into him, gyrating my hips. His hands slowly climbed over the bare flesh left exposed by my tank tops. His hands were soft, but strong. The song ended.
I thanked him for the dance and walked back to my girlfriends, intent on telling them about the guy. He wasn't striking in looks, but he wasn't bad, either, and he was well-built without being a total musclehead. He had thick black hair and dark eyes, broad shoulders and a tight butt that I watched as he he walked away.
Anyway, the night wore on, but I noticed that the guy kept glancing my direction. He beckoned me back out on to the dance floor, and again and again, I joined him. Finally, he must have noticed I was getting tired--he offered me a ride home.
Normally, I would have flat-out said no. I don't trust strangers, especially when I have such a big secret, but I was pretty inebriated. I got his cell number and gave it to a girlfriend, just in case. (I'm never too drunk to be safe!)
We went out to his car, climbed in. It was nearly 2 am, and many of the streets were empty. I kept thinking about his strong hands, his shoulders...and before I knew it, I had slid up close to him...then I was leaning against him...then I was drifting toward his lap...then, somehow, he had his foot on the gas and I had his cock in my mouth. It was only about 6 inches I would guess, but thick and hard...I could only get about half of it into my mouth. I was pretty drunk, but I remember the feeling of my tongue sliding under the head of his cock and the moan that rumbled up from him.
I bobbed on the shaft, the head poking my throat, occasionally gagging me a bit, but I was having too much fun to care. His hand was rubbing my back and the back of my head, not holding me down, but encouraging me. His hand slipped under my tank top and found my pert breasts and stiff nipples. He rubbed and caressed them with one hand and drove with the other as I slurped up and down.
I could feel he was about to cum when the car stopped. He noted that I was too busy to tell him where my place was, so he drove to his place instead.
It was a nice apartment in a neighborhood I knew, so I went in with him.
He immediately pulled me to him once we were inside, sliding my shirt up over my head and fiddling with my bra, which he quickly removed. He moved down, sucking on my bright pink nipples and yanking his own shirt off. Then, he had my pants around my ankles and...and he stopped. My secret! I had forgotten! I stood there in my little red panties, and I knew he knew.
He just stared for a minute. I remember feeling very hot, and knew I was blushing. I started to get up, but he gently restrained me. Instead, he slipped off my underwear. I spread my legs and let him see my secret. Again, he stared for a minute, then looked up at me...then started sucking on my breasts again. I don't remember a lot of what he said, but I do remember him telling my how beautiful I was. Of course, hearing that, I melted!
He pulled me into the bedroom and lay me down on his bed. He stood in front of me, dropped his pants and boxers, and revealed his soldier, standing at attention. He came over, standing above me, and prodded my lips with the head. Of course, I opened my mouth and let him slide it in as far as it would go.
He gently held the sides of my face while thrusting in and out of my mouth. I could taste his salty precum, which I let dribble down my chin. I could feel him starting to build up again, so I pulled back, and his cock came slipped out, trailing a little bridge of saliva and precum between the head and my lips.
I was putty in his arms. He asked me what I like. I remember saying, "to be dominated", even though I have...well...had never experienced it before.
He smiled, and was gentle yet commanding. He turned me around, told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. I did. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down into the bedspread, allowing me to turn so I could breathe. Then he pulled both arms behind my back, where he held them by the wrists with one hand. With the other, I felt him slide a finger into my ass, wiggle it around, and withdraw it. Then it came back, colder and wetter, and I knew I was being lubed and that he was going to fuck me.
And fuck me he did. After lubing me up, I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, then slide in with one fluid motion--I remember crying out, and him saying, "hush", and using his free hand to stroke my cheek. He began thrusting in and out, and when I moaned, he gave me light slaps on the ass.
His thrusting grew more intense, filling me, stretching me...I could feel his balls slapping up against my smooth perineum, and felt cool lube and my own juices running down my legs. Then, suddenly, he pulled his cock out with a 'pop', pulled me up by my arms, and slid his cock into my mouth--I was so shocked!
His cum splashed over my tongue and down my throat, the rest leaking from the corners of my mouth. I didn't really want to swallow but he didn't give me much choice...however, it wasn't so bad!
Afterward, he poured me a glass of wine and called me a cab. He talked to me and was a complete gentleman, even paying for the cab, not mentioning my secret. Some guys really know how to treat a lady!
Hope you enjoyed that story as much as I did! Sorry it was so long...I'm a sucker for detail.
<3 Ava