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Hot night. Loud music. Sea of movement.
I am on the prowl! I'm in need, and the hunt has begun. Holding mydrink, I let current of bodies carry me slowly around the dance floor. Theair is thick with energy and body heat. One can easily get lost in sensoryoverload; bass drumming deep in the stomach, a kaleidoscope of lights almostpalpable on the exposed skin. Momentarily lightning-like flashes replacedby minute darkness ? ~ where do all these hands go at those times? ~
Couples moving in unison, making dance look like love, girls huddled in littlegiggling groups, women focusing on someone, men looking ?
When you hunt you observe, find the pray, single it out, mark it and than movein.
Many possible targets. Short white blond hair, tall, leaning against thebar, looking at me. Our eyes meet. He smiles. I appraise. ~Next! ~
Moving on the dance floor, slower than the beat dictates yet pleasant, notin disharmony, just ? on his own terms. Light sheen of sweat coveringa tanned chest. Nice. I smile at him appreciating the display. ~ Goodboy, keep it up! Next! ~
I moved too close to the dance floor and an attractive male couple moves towardsme, inviting me to join them. They move with the practiced ease of lovers,two halves, brothers in arms ? tempting offer. I smile and let them pullme between them, allowing the music to move my body, reflecting theirs, anoccasional touch, a brush against hot skin. They encircle me raising invisiblebarriers around us, creating our own space on the crowded podium. Tempting,but, too easy ? time to move on. I peck each on the cheek with a warmthank you, and extract myself from their embrace, leaving them calling afterme, smiling. ~ Next! ~
Floating with the crowd, I work my way towards a darker corner, a good, quietplace. Taking in the whole club, the MTV generation, the assault on allthe senses seems more obvious from here. It is almost surreal, like watchinga movie, a video, not being part of it.
My eyes are drawn to a spot. Darkness moving in the dark. What amI looking at? Flash of the white light, followed by thunder. Totalblackout. Dizzying pulsing white light makes everything look like a brokenmovie replay. Usually, I wait this part out, with my eyes shut, but thistime is different. This time I need to see! A flash of obsidian skin,tautly stretched over a wide chest. A glimpse of toned stomach. Hipsencased in black leather. Black eyes focused on me.
Blackout. I have been holding my breath all this time I realize, feelinglight-headed ? ~ must be from all that pulsing light ~ . Themusic returns carrying the softer lights with it. My eyes did not movefrom the spot, and he is still there. Leaning against the ledge of thewall, his arms spread out on his sides, a black short sleeved shirt doing nothingto conceal, but rather framing his smooth body. He is not moving. He ison display, allowing me to appraise him. Our eyes meet again and I know heknows I like what I see. I know he can sense my pulse quickening. My mouthis dry and my legs are rubbery. And I know he knows.
We are not smiling. We are not moving. He is willing me to come tohim. I am waiting for him to come to me. Two hunters caught in no-mansland. The song changes and I start swaying with the rhythm, bringing mydrink to my desert dry lips. The ice rushes into my mouth and I play withit on my tongue. The crowd melts into background and there seems to beno one between us. His stomach moving slowly with his breath, his darkeyes still fixed on me.
I want him! I can go to him, but that's just not me! I can walk outand ? miss on this opportunity. But? that's not me either! Will he meetme half way? I break the eye contact and lover my head allowing my hairto fall and form curtain in front of my face. I turn slowly and leavemy empty glass on the table behind me. Moving with the music, my eyes halfclosed I make my way towards the dance floor. Music speeds up with primaldrums shaking my insides. It feels good to move. I concentrate onthe drum beat and tune everything else out. People are cutting into myspace. The movement of my hand, the dismissive gesture, a mental push- that's all it takes to be left alone.
Where is he? Sliding hands over my silk clad body, I wiggle like a snakeshedding skin. The urge and heat is rising ? where is he? Iglance towards the empty spot, scanning around almost in panic! Where?! Frozenfor a moment in mid movement, my hands entwined above my head, place closingin on me, focus lost ?
I feel rush of energy crawling on my back, thick darkness enters my field ofvision, enclosing on my wrists, pulling them down and behind, pulling me backwardsuntil my naked back meets hot silky skin. Every muscle in my body clenchesand than relaxes, releasing, giving way, accepting guidance. I follow his movements,cradled in his arms, my eyes closed I am open to him, feeling, learning?
He moves us both, my arse in his lap, our hips gyrating, sliding against eachother. Leaving my hands behind my back, wedged between us, he slides his righthand around my waist, while moving my hair out of his way with the other one. Thetips of his fingers brush my cheek and I turn my face towards them, to findhis eyes right next to me, his lips lingering above my shoulder. His gazeburns my lips, naked throat, bringing blush to my exposed cleavage. Hecloses his eyes and moves to my neck, inhaling my scent, brushing skin withhis teeth, tasting me with the electrifying touch of his tongue. His big,wide shoulders wrap around me like armour, melting me into his body, makingme part of him. He withdraws like a shadow, spinning me around, catchingme, making me straddle his knee, cold leather between my hot damp tights.
We are still dancing, maybe, or is this foreplay? I can not say. Iam not the hunter, today I am the prey. Caught in his gaze like a rabbit caughtin high beams, incapable of escape, unwilling to retrieve. As the music changesinto something offensive, he peels me off his body and helps me stand on myown. He extends his hand and I take it knowing I am his now. We leavethe dance floor and the crowd parts for him on our way out.
Salty sea air washes over us as the door closes muting the music we left behind. Notlooking at me, he leads the way towards the beach. My feet sink into thesand and I pause to take off my heels. He waits, intently watching myevery move. I pick up my shoes and step closer to him, only to see himturn away and proceed towards the beach. Still holding his hand I fallslightly behind watching him move like a big black cat. A warm night breezepulls on his shirt making it balloon behind him, giving me glance of his tightbuttocks.
We reach water line, sand feeling damp under my feet. The light of themoon is reflecting on mirror-like water and two dark pools on his face. Helets go of my hand and stands motionless in front of me, waiting.
My turn ? Good.
I drop my shoes and they land with soft thump in the sand. I look at him,his dark pupils swimming in the clear white of his eyes, his clean, sharp facelines, amazingly full dark lips, long hair spilling over his shoulders, musclestwitching as if pulled on by my gaze. His breathing is slow and relaxed. Ilook in his eyes, expectant. I turn sideways to him and start walkingaround him, drinking in the sight. He is not moving. His back is perfectmuscle disappearing in snug pants. I put my hand on his hip and drag it overhis butt, feeling it clench under my touch.
I make a full circle and stand in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes. SlowlyI place both my hands on his chest and slide them over rock hard muscles, overhis rippled shoulders pulling his shirt off, letting it slide to the ground.I lean into him and deeply inhale his masculine scent. My lips connect withhis silk-like skin and I lick him, cherishing that first taste. I letmy hands roam over his shoulders, pulling him into a feverish embrace, runningmy nails gently down his back.
He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair pulling my head back, while hisother hand grabs my arse to prevent me from falling. He meets my lips slowly,tentatively, exploring, breathing my breath, smelling me, looking at me. Hekisses me, possessively, taking rather than giving, grinding against me, almostbruising, taking my breath away, making me lose myself in his hot mouth, hisstrong embrace. He breaks the kiss, and his hands grab the dress and pullit over my head, leaving me shivering almost naked, gasping for air, my arousalobvious from rock hard nipples to soaking wet crotch.
He pulls me, once again, into the kiss, one hand in my hair, the other crushingmy breast. My knees give out and he eases me on my knees in front of him. Asmy eyes regain focus, I am holding onto his hips for balance and staring ata bulging hump stretching his pants, wanting to be released. His handtightens in my hair and he forces my face against the lump, rubbing me gentlyalongside his painful erection. The pungent aroma fills my nose as I slideup and down, unquestioning, my tongue laps out and I lick the imprisoned hardnesstasting the leather.
He yanks on my hair, forcing me to look up at his face.
His voice barely audible: ?Take if off!? Clearly a command.
Without looking away, I move my hands and undo his belt and fly, releasinghis fully erect cock. It comes out with almost a pop, scarcely missingmy face, standing in its full black glory just inches to the right. Itug on his pants lowering them to his ankles, and trace back with my handssliding over muscular legs, up, all the way back to where I started, to hisnarrow hips.
He rubs himself over my cheek, heat radiating from the living stone. So smooth,so soft yet unyieldingly hard, crisscrossed with thick veins, pulsing withlife. He brings it to my mouth and I open slowly, licking my lips, flickeringover his twitching head, but he pushes hard, impatiently and I push back withmy hands on his hips, stopping him. A tug on my hair pulls my head back, again,eliciting a surprised gasp from me.
?Who is in charge?? his voice hits me like a slap.
Hesitation. I swallow: ?You.? My response but a whisper.
? Who is in charge!? his hand crushes my hair, pulling on my scalp.
?You! You are in charge!? I pant.
?Sir.? he growls.
?You are in charge, Sir? I hear myself saying.
Danger! Crawling on the edge here! Red light flashing in my head. My cunt onfire. He is the one! He is the wild, dangerous animal I was hunting for, andnow he has his claws on me, in me. And I'm loving it!
His grip relaxes, a little, as he guides me in to the position.
?Open.? His eyes cold, his lips, oh! So hot!
He enters my mouth and allows me to bathe him in my saliva. He smellsclean and of leather. He tastes salty, like the sea. My mouth's fullof him, so tasty, so smooth, so tender, so hard ? He moves his hips like alazy wave, flooding my mouth and withdrawing, working my spit all over him,farther and thicker on his shaft with every push.
My hands, feather touch on his contracting muscles, sliding from hips to histight, round arse with his every thrust. I'm his tonight, for better or forworse and I beg those cruel charcoal eyes to do me right. He moves slowerbut deeper, and I tilt my head even further back, opening my throat for him.Every push makes me gag; every gag is battle of my will over my body. He entersslowly and I try to swallow, convulsing around him, tears in my eyes. Smilein his.
He holds me; my throat stretched to maximum, his big hard cock deep in me,my stomach retching, choking, tears sliding from the corners of my eyes asI tenderly caress his clutched buttocks. I need air, I need to push him,I can't push him, I must not withdraw. My hands stop moving and my graspon his hips increases as I'm fighting the need to survive.
He waits, looking at me, enjoying my struggle. He pulls out, watchingme convulse, fighting to breathe, fighting the urge to be sick. He givesme time to calm down, to be able to look back into his eyes, and than he entersme again, slowly, deeply, until my nose is grinding against his pelvis.
?Stick your tongue out and lick my balls.?
I can't believe him. I can't believe myself! With my throat convulsing aroundhis thick shaft I stick my tongue out and probe the silken skin of his sack.He slowly withdraws and I breathe, thick dribble coating my chin, sliding onmy chest. I move my hands to caress his taut stomach, and he moves, forcingme to swallow him yet again. I close my eyes and welcome the painful thicknessstretching my throat. I swallow and hear him draw in the air, music tomy ears.
He withdraws leaving my throat raw. His cock glistens at the moonlighttwitching in front of my face. He is looking at me with a smile.
?Well done.? Praise.
?Thank you, Sir? my voice hoarse, my breathing hard. I'm kneeling at his feet, my legs spread obscenely wide, my cunt cold from the cooled down moisture soaked into my silk panties. All of a sudden it hits me: what a sight we are! Ebony God and his ivory worshipper.
?Give me your panties.? He requests with his hand outstretched. Not daringto get up, awkwardly, I squirm out of my soaked underwear and hand it to him. Helooks at it, feeling its dampness, brings it to his face and inhales deeply.My heart skips a beat as he reaches towards me and wipes the drool off my facewith the cloth saturated in my own scent.
?Lay down on your back and play with your self for me!?
The heat rushes into my cheeks, I don't do that! That is so private tome, that is mine, I can't do that in front of anyone. He is standing, in frontof me, burning me with his stare, waiting. Gods! I move slowly, unfolding mylegs from underneath me, the sand cold on my skin, lowering myself to elbows,legs clenched together, my stomach in a knot.
I look down, my heaving breasts topped with painfully hard nipples, softlymoving with my breath, stomach seamlessly curbing into the denuded mound, hiddenbetween tightly clenched thighs. My legs stretch forever, and than abruptlythe bluish milky white of my flesh meets obsidian black of carved stone. Heforces his foot between my legs, and steps in, making me open for him. Iclench my teeth and close my eyes, relaxing my hips, my head touches the sand,red hair spilling around me like bloody halo.
Reluctantly my hands reach to caress my breast, fine sand feeling rough onmy skin. I try not to think where I am. I can feel his legs between mineand I spread wider to avoid contact. He is quiet and still, as I slide my handsover my body, following familiar paths. My hand descends between my legs, findingmy slippery folds. The rings in my pussy lips chime while I play with my clit.My fingers soaked in my juices, slip and slide, coaxing the engorging nub outto the moonlight.
My heart races, my breathing becoming sporadic, I hold my breath until it hurts,I'm climbing the steep approach towards climax, so needed, so wanted?
?Look at me!? His voice brings me back from the verge; my eyes fly open, frustration making itself known in my hissing exhale.
?You are doing this for Me. So, look at me.? Yes! Looking at him, waves of hot and cold flushes dance over my skin. Black beast, the living statue cut out of stone, slowly moving, rocking hips, caressing himself with my silken underwear, black eyes burning with intensity, his breath coming in short saps. His breathing stops. He throws his head back and showers me with his milk. All over me, splatter hitting my tits, my stomach, my legs ? He is breathing hard. His hand clutched on his still hard cock. He smiles.
?You are a bloody mess! Go wash yourself!?
I twitch, but move and start rising, attempting to maintain a semblance ofgrace when his voice cuts me: ?Did I say you can stand? Crawl.?
I freeze, crouching. ~ why am I doing this? ~ I lower myselfto hands and knees, moving slowly towards the sea. My tits swaying underneathme, nipples dragging in the sand, my ass in the air, my wet slit adorned withgleaming rings, pouting at him. I reach the water and stop to rinse theoffending evidence of his release.
?Don't stop, get in deeper. Keep going.? He is right behind me, and I continue to crawl, entering the warm water, my hands sinking in the sand, my breasts making splashing sounds?
He grabs my cunt rings, successfully stopping me, I gasp. My head is justabove the water, my pussy just out of it. He fingers my rings for fewmoments, making funny noise, making me shiver. Than, he kneels behindme, forcing my legs apart, and enters my pussy in one smooth motion ~He never went soft! ~ I can not believe it, yet there he is, big and hard,filling me, stretching me, eliciting small grunts and squeaks from deep withinme. With every push he hits my cervix, and I still do not feel the slapof his balls. I try to move away from him, to slip slightly forward when hethrusts, but his hold on my hips is strong and he pulls me back, not allowingme to retreat.
I feel him bending forward, gathering my hair, wrapping his hand into it, rightat the nape of my neck. He withdraws leaving me empty. I feel him pushagainst my anus.
?No!? I gasp, not able to move, not able to look at him.
?Quiet!? he growls. ?You are mine tonight, and you are going to please me!
Quiet!?
He pushes and I try to escape, but his hold on my hair, water just under mychin, I can't move. I feel him sliding in and the pain shoots from mybottom. I take deep breath and start to scream, when he pushes my headunder the water. I hold my breath. Fear! I move my hands up, to grabon his arm, but that causes me to lose balance and push myself harder on hisshaft. My hands find the sand and I try to push myself up, but I onlysucceed in pushing my self fully on the intruder in my bowels. Our tights connectand he yanks my head out of water.
I exhale, coughing and gulping the air. He holds me still for a while, givingme time to recover, to take a deep breath. I start to talk and he pushes meunder the water again. This time he starts pumping my ass, while I franticallystruggle to get out. Panic!
Burning in my lungs, lack of air making me dizzy, a pull on my hair and I amout. Breathe! Air! He continues fucking my ass, effortlessly, as if I'm a ragdoll. My lungs fill with air and I hold my breath. He pushes me down. Idon't fight. He feels good in my ass. Rocking me, sliding in andout, stretching me, filling me up. My pussy starts pulsing, clenchingon empty ?
He pulls me out. I breathe. I take deep breath, hold. Under the water.No breathing. Concentrate on the sensation in my ass, in my crotch, in my clit!His hand on my clit. Gently, right at the root, just like I do it! Heis fucking my ass, he is controlling my breathing and he is wanking me off!I climb towards the climax fast. No breathing, just feel between my legs! Hepulls me out. Exhale. Inhale. He lowers me down. Water embraces me. Whooshingsound of our repeated encounter, thump of my heart. Building fire in my clit.~ Push on it just a little harder! ~ Almost there!
I impale myself on him and freeze as the orgasm hits me. The current runningthrough my body, firing every nerve. I'm sitting in his lap, in his tenderembrace. Safe. His breath on my ear, warm, comforting.
?Breathe! Easy ? You OK?? he is concerned. I start shaking violently and he hugs me closer, wrapping himself around me.
?I'm cold.? My teeth chattering. ~This is funny! ~ I start laughing.
?Hang in there. I'll take care of you.? He whispers as he scoops me in his arms and carries me to the beach house. ~ we will get the clothes later?~ I wrap my hands around his neck and shiver.
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