The moment his huge hand enveloped mine, I felt my pussy begin to moisten. On the dance floor, I was like putty as he danced - so smoothly, so rhythmically. He held me close and I could feel the hardness of his body against my breasts. My small nipples began to stiffen under my dress, and my pussy was clearly ready to go at a moment’s notice. At one point I had my back pressed into him, and I could feel the outline of a promising cock against me. I began to grind against it and felt it press harder back. I turned around and strained on my tip toes to reach his face. I waved at him to lean down and as he did, I kissed him – I held his face and wouldn’t let go as we mashed on the dancefloor, surrounded by the pressing crowd of strangers. He returned the kiss, exploring my small mouth with his tongue. I could hardly stand it – I didn’t want the night to end.
He whispered in my ear, “It’s getting late; let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
Caught up in the moment and feeling adventuresome, I said, “Mmm. Sounds good – what did you have in mind?”
When he suggested his place I didn’t protest, though I knew that this could be risky. I didn’t know anything about this guy, but I wasn’t thinking about negative consequences. I just wanted him, and I was feeling daring.
He led me by the hand towards the door, and as we approached, Eloise appeared out of the crowd. “Ariel, are you all right?” She glanced at Ty with alarm on her face.
“I’m fine, Eloise,” I replied. “I’ve got a ride, so I’ll be just fine.” I winked at her and she just stood there, mouth agape. Outside, he held me close to him, and I could feel the power in his massive arms. The valet drove up in a Porsche, and Ty said, “Here we are, come on.” I have a thing for guys with nice cars and I didn’t think I could be any wetter. Ty lived in an apartment in the suburbs, so it was a quick 15 minute drive at that late hour. We parked in the garage and caught the elevator to his floor. As soon as the elevator door closed, I turned to him and put a hand on each shoulder, pulling him toward me. We began kissing passionately. I could feel his large hands, one of which could reach over the entire width of my back. He began sliding a hand towards my ass when the elevator door opened. We reluctantly parted and he led me down the hall to his apartment. I was tingling with nervous excitement. I had never hooked up with a guy this hot – or this dangerous - before. He led me in and closed the door, and we were on each other instantly. I could feel a hand slide towards my round little butt and slide my dress up so he could caress the skin of each cheek. Then he picked me up with one hand under my butt. I lifted my knees and held them against his hips as he carried me to his bedroom. The bed, with wrought iron headboard, was king-size, and he laid me at the edge of it, my long slender legs hanging off it. I could watch us in the mirrored closet off to the left of the bed. I looked so tiny under his massive presence – but it sure looked sexy. I sat up on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt. I got wetter and wetter with each inch of exposed skin. His smooth chest was perfectly developed, and his washboard abs were so defined, I had to feel them. With my small hand and slender fingers I lightly dragged my white-tipped nails down his chest and across his dark chisled stomach. He murmured what could only be a sound of pleasure. My hand came to rest on his belt buckle.
I didn’t mean to go that far just yet, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go THAT far. But there my hand was. He lightly took my hand and said, “not yet,” and pushed me back so I was lying on the bed again. He began to caress my breasts through my dress, eventually running his huge hands down my sides. He lifted a leg and placed a kiss on my ankle, right above my ankle strap. It was like lightning had hit. I surprised myself with an involuntary moan. He slowly, achingly traced kisses up my outstretched leg. The bottom of my dress was hiked up, so he had to see the moistness of my pussy on my lace panties. I couldn’t take it much longer – I had to feel his tongue on me. He took my thighs, his hands reaching over half way around each of them, and spread them slightly so my legs were resting on his broad, thick shoulders. I prayed he would bring me relief. I looked down and saw the erotic sight of my slender alabaster legs in silver heels resting on his ebony back. And then his head descended between my legs. He slid my panties aside and began to tease his tongue around my pussy.
“These are getting in the way,” he said, and with one yank, he ripped them off me. I was shocked but excited, maybe a little scared. I realized how powerful he was, and how I was truly helpless if his motives were at all malevolent. I shuddered. It was then that I felt his tongue begin to massage my clit. My moaning became a high-pitched wail as I felt my toes curling against my shoes and my thighs attempted to crush his skull as my orgasm consumed me. Although he was only getting started on my clit, I had to push his head away. He was relentless though, and renewed his assault by sliding an incredibly large, long tongue into my pussy. I was amazed that a tongue could feel that good. Hell, half of the 6 guys I had ever been with didn’t feel too much better when they were using their cocks. He found my clit with his finger and rubbed it rhythmically while his tongue continued its ministrations. I couldn’t believe it, but I felt the wave of another orgasm approach. I came again, not as hard, but longer. As my orgasm began to subside, I felt weak, but I knew more lay ahead. |
