The night had reached it's end. I had been dancing all night at The Chute with Barry, an amazingly hunkish African-American man who had been buying me drinks all night. He liked to slow dance from behind, rubbing his hands up and down my silky thighs while his cock was planted perfectly between my ass cheeks and gliding in and out of my crack. He had forced my panties to ride seriously up my ass with his gyrating dance, and I was loving every minute of it. My typical dressiness had been cast aside this night. While I am usually eager to wear dresses and slutty heels, I had opted tonight for a pair of tight fitting jeans, a satin tank top and some pumps. It gets so fucking hot in the club. When everyone is dancing it is a sweatshop. I had a small handbag with me that carried only the essentials, lipstick, mascara, cash, and of course a rubber just in case. Barry liked to dance behind me, nibbling on my ear and kissing my neck while his hands ran furiously around my body. I liked to grind my ass back into his cock, letting it seperate my cheeks and make itself comfortable within my sphincter. "Lost in Love" by Air Supply came on and he spun me around, firmly placing his hands on my ass and drawing me close to him as we kissed and I ran my fingers up and down his back, caressing the back of his shaved head and pulling him into me for deep kisses. We had hardly spoken. He saw me at the bar and from across the room sent me a drink. I waved over to him to thank him and he proceeded to take up a chair next to me. I had come with another "girlfriend" and she was having similar luck with the DJ, so we had pretty much split up. It was during this song that he probably uttered the most words all night.
"Your eyes are beautiful, Ashley," he said, leaning in and kissing me. I smiled and told him his were as well. He wore contact lenses, and he had deep green emerald eyes, just transfixed on my face. He would caress my hair and push it back behind my ears and repeatedly lean in to kiss me. I loved being romanced. It doesn't happen too often, and when it does it sort of crystalizes the whole girl experience. It is an amazing feeling to be romantically pursued. When a man pulls you tight on a dance floor and you feel his cock getting thicker and harder as he touches and squeezes you it really heats you up. We had danced all night. When we would take a break we just sit in the dark corner kissing, still hardly saying anything. I had to cop a feel on his pants while we kissed, and just as I had hoped, his cock was rather large feeling through his pants. He would rub my crotch as well but he couldn't feel anything. I was tucked so tight that all he felt was a cameltoe in my pants from my hidden cock beneath my panties. He would slide his hands in the back of my jeans and run his fingers in and out of my crack while we made out, occasionally pulling my panties out that were riding up my ass. He was sweet. He would smile when we weren't kissing, and would peck at my cheeks and neck. He had me so turned on. After one more slow dance he asked me if I wanted to go home with him. I told him i would rather see him again some time before we went home, and he acted as if he understood. A little put out, but trying to be a gentleman he asked if I would at least walk him to his car. He had one of those obnoxious Hummers.
"What a fine car, Barry!" I said.
"Thanks" he said. "Ever been inside one?"
"I haven't" I said, "I've only seen them on the streets, they're huge"
"Well come on in and check it out," he said, opening the door and assisting me in getting into it.
Once we got inside he gave me a tour of it, showing me all the gadgets and gizmos on the dash and all the extras like the dvd player and navigation system and so forth. We kissed a little more and he pulled me tight to him, breathing heavy, rubbing his hands on the inside of my tank top, putting his mitts under my bra and squeezing my tits. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but was trying not to give into my animal instincts that had gotten me into vulnerable situations in the past. We were intensely making out and he proposed the idea, "I want to fuck you so bad, Ashley. You done got me hot as coal and I want to give it back to you, baby."
I wanted it, too, but had to practice restraint.
"In the near future you can have all you want of me, just not tonight," I said.
"Why you gotta be like that?" said Barry, kissing me rubbing me in all the right spots,"my dick is so fucking hard right now, girl," all the while kissing, "don't you want that dick? It ain't like you got to worry about a period or anything" to which we both chuckled. I did want his dick. I wanted it bad, but was for once in my life trying to practice something that had been non-existent to me before, and that was having the power to stand up to my urges and keep them at bay. Too many times I'd been fucked just to fuck, and I was trying to be a little more mature. I had settled in and accepted that I was a wannabe bitch, that would forever be relegated to playing dress up and hooking up with guys, always being the girl, and a slutty girl at that. I told him a few more times while kissing him that I wasn't going to let him fuck me, as much as he wanted to and I wanted him to.
"Least you could do is suck my dick," said Barry, "I bought you all those drinks, held you so close, I think you are so fucking beautiful, girl." I sat up and pulled myself away from him and pulled down the mirror to fix my makeup. Maybe it was all the drinks, but I felt like crying. All this guy wanted me for was sex, cheap sex. I began to put on my lipstick, sobbing and fixing my mascara. He was in the drivers seat, looking out the window away from me, and unzipping is pants.
"If I wanted all this drama I could go to any old club and pick up on any old girl," he said, letting his hand pull his stiff 9 inch cock out of his underwear. "I caome here looking for girls like you, ones that are beautiful and know what a man wants, what he needs sexually, and all I get is the same old female bullshit and drama queen shit."
He was right. That is the one thing (apart from a cock) that seperates girls from boys who want to be girls. Boys who want to be girls know how to satisfy men a million times better, because they know what drive a hard cock has. It needs to be released once it has been all worked up. He was gentleman enough to not be forceful, but horny enough to let me know how he felt. We sat in silence for a few seconds and I leaned over to kiss him. We kissed and as if I were hypnotized by his big black cock helmet I slid my face down to his crotch. It throbbed in my mouth as he exhaled loudly and I began. He put one hand on the back of my head and one on my ass that was sticking up in the air between the driver and passenger seat.
"That's it, baby," he said, as he guided my head down on his dick, gently thrusting forward with each pass I made down his shaft. His cock was so delicious. It was thick and veiny, and was at full erection, just popping out of its skin as I licked and slurped at it. My mouth conformed to its girth and I began to try and take it all in my throat. He was rubbing furiously at my ass, which felt so good inside my jeans but outside my panties. He kept sliding his hand around each cheek and dotting the crack with his fingers, all the while moaning. I beagan to intensify my efforts, using one hand to crank the shaft and the other to pinch his nipples. I began to crank it harder and harder and felt his cock beginning to let loose some juice. He let his seat back and began to groan in rythym with each pass I made down his dick. I jerked it and sucked it,and jerked it and sucked it. He began to moan and then, BOOM.
Gobs and gobs of cum began shooting in my mouth. He was screaming and moaning and I was breathing through my nose, trying not to let up as he was losing his load in my mouth. He came about 10 hard gushes down my throat, I didn't move, but was obviously forced to breathe rather heavy through my nose as his cum kept shooting. He thought we were fininshed at that and his dick got a little soft, he was trying to regain composure, pulling me up to his lips to kiss me. I pecked his lips and dropped right back down on his cock. It was getting soft quick but I didn't care. He started it, I was going to finish it. I put him inside my mouth and began to suck more. I had to work it a little harder and with his dick not being erect I could put the whole thing in my mouth. I could feel his pubic hair on my face, and I had his whole dick doulbled over in my mouth. He tried a little to pull away but once the initial cum wore off he couldn't help but get hard again. I began to suck it and he bagan to respond,
"It feels so good, Ashley, don't stop, sweetie"
I was sucking it furiously for about 10 solid minutes. He would try to talk to me and I would put my finger over his lips, telling him in a sweet way to shut the fuck up and let me finish. I began to taste more cum so I sucked harder and harder. I would stop, pull it out of my mouth, kiss and bob around the head, and then start sucking crazily again. It was after about two or three of these rotations that he began to cum again, this time screaming, his hips going out of control as he thrust into my mouth. Cum was shooting so hard in my mouth. I took it in and slurped loudly to let him know that I was wasting none of it. He was writhing in pleasure and probably a little pain at this point. He was shrieking like a girl. I was taking every drop, sucking, licking, swallowing, slurping, kissing, eating everything that came out. After he came I kept sucking for a solid 5 minutes. His cock was soft again. He was making pathetic sounds of exhaustion as he kept trying to pull me off of his dick, but I woudn't stop.
I finally had gotten my fill and sat back up, calmy pulling the mirror back down ad reapplying lipstick. He said nothing. He laid in the driver seat, eyes closed, still panting and exhaling like he'd run a race. Finally he looked over at me, smiled and said "that was the best blow job I ever had, baby. You are something else. Whatever made you go off on me like that?" He said, trying to run his hands through my hair, but I refused him, checked my makeup, opened the passenger door and told him, " You were a great dancer, and a good kisser. I enjoyed being with you earlier in the night, but don't you ever fucking compare me to a girl! I'm more bitch than any twat you'll ever run across, you understand? Don't you EVER fucking do it," slamming the door to that overpriced tin can piece of shit and going back into the club to find my girlfriend to go home. He got out the car to come after me and plaeding with me to stop, pants still partially down with my spit and lipstick all over his khakis and I just kept walking, with my back to his spent cock, and smiling a big smile. Whose next, motherfuckers?