Jessi and T-Bone

The neon lights of the bar flickered in a seductive rhythm, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the glossy, sticky floor. My heart thumped in time with the bass-heavy music that vibrated through the air, resonating in my chest. I sauntered in, a vision of tantalizing rebellion, my crop top boldly declaring my intentions. The fabric hugged my torso, revealing the taut muscles of my stomach and the top of my shorts that barely contained my round, supple ass. The words “Cum in my ass” were scrawled across my chest in a font that screamed for attention, leaving nothing to the imagination. My legs, smooth and bare, led the way, each step a silent invitation to the sea of hungry eyes that followed me.

I slithered through the crowd, my eyes scanning the room for a suitable candidate to fulfill my desires. The smell of sweat and lust hung heavy in the air, a potent aphrodisiac that made my senses tingle. Men and women alike turned to watch me pass, whispers and knowing smiles trailing in my wake. I felt powerful, a sexual goddess come to claim what I craved. The coolness of the air conditioning kissed my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

A tall, broad-shouldered man caught my eye, his gaze lingering on the sway of my hips. He had the look of a predator, his eyes dark and hungry. A thrill of excitement shot through me as I made my way towards him, my body moving to the beat of the music like it was a siren’s call. His muscular arms were folded across his chest, showcasing the ink that snaked down his arms. He was the kind of guy that didn’t need to say much to make it clear he was in charge.

He didn’t smile, but his eyes lit up as I approached, and he nodded towards the dance floor. I took that as my cue and strutted over, my hips rolling with each step. The crowd parted for us like the Red Sea, and we found ourselves in the middle of a writhing mass of bodies. His strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer. The heat from his body was intoxicating, and I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. Our movements grew more erratic, our bodies grinding together in a dance as old as time.

The music was a symphony of desire, each beat driving us closer to the edge. His hand slid down my back, his fingers tracing the line of my shorts before dipping beneath the waistband. A gasp escaped my lips as he cupped my ass, squeezing firmly. The fabric of my top grew damp with my excitement, and I arched my back, pushing myself against him. His other hand found my neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse that hammered there. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “You know what you want,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through me.

The bass dropped, and our bodies melded together as one. His hands roamed further, slipping under the crop top to caress the bare skin of my chest. My nipples tightened into hard peaks, and I moaned, my back arching to give him better access. His touch was rough, yet tender, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. The crowd around us became a blur of colors and shapes, their music fading into the background as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, his voice a seductive promise.

I nodded eagerly, allowing him to lead me through the throng of dancers, his grip on my hand firm and commanding. The cool air outside was a stark contrast to the heat of the bar, but it did little to dampen my arousal. He pushed me against the alley wall, his body caging me in as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue danced with mine, a preview of what was to come, as his other hand found its way into my shorts. He stroked my swollen member, his touch sure and confident. My legs trembled, and I wrapped them around his waist, grinding against his hand.

He broke the kiss, panting, and leaned down to whisper, “I’ve got a room nearby.” Without waiting for a response, he scooped me up and carried me down the alley. His strength was surprising, and it only served to turn me on more. We stumbled into a dimly lit hotel room, the neon from the bar outside casting an erotic glow on the cheap, stained carpet. He laid me on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly stripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest adorned with a smattering of dark hair.

His fingers deftly unbuckled his belt, and his pants fell to the floor, revealing a bulging pair of boxers. The anticipation was palpable as he stepped closer, his cock straining against the fabric. With a smirk, he reached down and pulled his boxers aside, freeing his thick, hard length. I licked my lips, my heart racing as I took in the sight of him. He was everything I wanted and more, a walking embodiment of raw, primal need.

“Take it out,” he ordered, his voice a gruff demand that sent a jolt of excitement straight to my cock. I obeyed, pushing my shorts down just enough to expose the plump, eager tip. He groaned, his hand reaching out to stroke me firmly. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Show me what you’ve got.”

His touch was like fire, sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve ending. I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet his hand. His thumb circled my slit, teasing pre-cum from me, smearing it across my head. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste me. A guttural sound escaped my throat as he took me into his mouth, his warm, wet heat enveloping me. He sucked hard, the pressure almost painful, but oh so good.

I tangled my hands in his hair, my nails digging into his scalp as he worked me over, his tongue swirling around the sensitive spot just beneath the tip. My toes curled in pleasure, and my body tensed, on the precipice of climax. But he pulled away, his grin wicked. “Not yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulled out a small bottle of lube. With a slick snap, he opened it and coated his fingers.

He bent over me, the light from the street outside casting shadows across his face. His eyes locked onto mine as he pushed one lubed digit inside me, the sensation sending electric shocks through my body. I gasped, my legs spreading wider to give him better access. He pushed in another, then a third, stretching me, preparing me. The anticipation was agonizing, but I knew the payoff would be worth it.

With a final, lingering kiss, he moved back, his cock standing tall and proud. He lined it up with my hole, and with one swift thrust, he filled me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into the bed as he began to move, each stroke deep and deliberate. The friction was heavenly, and I could feel my body adjusting to his size, welcoming him in. He groaned, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both brutal and tender, a dance of dominance and submission that had my toes curling and my eyes rolling back in my head.

As he fucked me, I began to use the muscles in my ass to squeeze his cock, my inner walls clenching around him like a vice. He hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. “Fuck,” he murmured, his hands tightening on my hips. “You’re so tight.”

The words “Breed me, baby,” slipped from my lips, a desperate plea that echoed in the quiet room. His pace quickened, his hips pistoning into me with a ferocity that had me seeing stars. He was claiming me, marking me as his own, and I reveled in the feeling of being taken so thoroughly. The head of his cock grazed my prostate with every thrust, sending bolts of pleasure through my body.

I could feel the tension building in him, his muscles tensing and his breaths growing ragged. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” he grunted, his eyes glazed with desire. “Do you want it?”

“Give it to me,” I begged, my voice a breathless whisper. “I need it. Cum in me.”

His eyes flared with carnality, and he thrust harder, his cock hitting that sweet spot with a fervor that made me whimper. Each stroke was a declaration of his intent, a promise that he would give me what I craved. The room was filled with the sound of our moans and the slap of skin on skin. His thumb found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked me relentlessly. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yes,” I screamed, my body arching off the bed as I came, my cock spurting cum across my stomach and chest. The sight of my own release seemed to push him over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his hot seed filling me up. He roared, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

For a moment, we stayed like that, him still inside me, both of us panting and trembling. Then, with a final, lingering kiss, he pulled out, his cock glistening with lube and cum. He collapsed beside me, his arm draped over my chest. I could feel his heart hammering against me, our bodies sticky with sweat and lust.

“Fuck, that was intense,” he breathed, his voice hoarse.

I couldn’t agree more. The aftershocks of pleasure were still rippling through me, and the weight of his arm felt comforting rather than smothering. We laid there, panting, our hearts slowly returning to a semblance of normalcy. His scent, a heady mix of sweat and desire, lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of the cheap hotel room. I felt utterly spent, yet satisfied in a way that was almost primal.

He rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling heavily. His hand found mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “What’s your name?” he asked, his voice still thick with lust.

“Jessi Fellatio. “

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “A name to live up to,” he said, his voice still thick with desire. I smirked, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “And what’s yours?”

“Call me T-Bone,” he replied with a smug grin, his hand still resting on my stomach, tracing the path of my recent release.

With a playful glint in his eye, he reached down and scooped up a glistening dollop of our combined pleasure with two of his fingers. He brought them to my lips, the warm, salty scent of our intimacy filling the air. The gesture was both shocking and incredibly arousing. I parted my lips, and he slid his fingers into my mouth, the taste of our union coating my tongue. He watched me, his gaze hungry and intense, as I sucked and licked clean, savoring every drop. The intimacy of the moment washed over me, a silent declaration of our shared desire.