#019 - Victor, occasionally the Lady in Red
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TEXT:
One of my favorite things to do on a Friday night is to pop a pink pill, go out on the town and tease the locals mercilessly. I have this silky red dress in particular that never fails to make me the center of attention.
I tell the lads that I will go home with the first guy to beat me at billiards. Annoyingly, it's been a few weekends and none of the cretins have even come close to beating me yet.
I have a feeling that I'll be playing rather sloppily tonight...
- Victor, occasionally the Lady in Red
EXTRA TEXT:
I feign an impressed smile as the final eight-ball disappears into a corner pocket. Fucking finally. My body is ready.
"There, I win," he says, grinning from ear to ear. He's not even hiding his lustful leer.
"So you did, big boy," I say, hamming it up. I size him up, licking my lips. Older, bit paunchy, but not bad-looking. He looks like he knows how to fuck. I touch him lightly on the inside of his thigh, and I feel his bulge stir.
"Follow me," he whispers in my ear. Putting his arm around my waist, he steers me towards the back of the bar, hand resting possessively on my ass.
I feel the eyes of the patrons tracking us as we go. I make eye contact with all of them in turn, savoring their hooded glances and open leers. The knowledge that they all would bend me over and take me in an instant makes me wet, so wet.
He surprises me when he pushes against the door of the gents and steps us in.
"You sure know how to treat a lady," I say sardonically.
He chuckles. "Is that what you are?"
Well. Got me there.
We're inside a stall now with my back against the divider, one big hand easily pinning both my wrists above my head. He's all over me, kissing, nibbling. His other hand paws roughly at my sopping crotch. I thrust my hips greedily forwards, and gasp as a finger slips, easily, into me.
"Whore," he growls. Approvingly, I think. He flips me around so that my face is mashed up against the stall divider. Behind me, I hear him fumbling with his belt.
"Here?" I breathe. The stall door is wide open. I glance at the mirror, and see a horny slut looking back at me.
"There's nobody here," he says, peeling off his pants. "It's just you and me."
I'm so hot and ready I barely need any convincing. Before he even finishes speaking I am pulling up the hem of the red dress and grinding my bare ass against his cock. He wastes no time in getting to it.
I hiss in pleasure as he buries himself in my sopping wet cunt. God. I've been waiting for this. Needed this. We screw with such vigor that the stall reverberates with the force of our fucking. Our grunt and moans and the slapping sound our skin makes fills the room. It's a surprise no one outside heard us.
As I hurtle towards a monster orgasm, he grabs me by my hair, bunching a fist around my ponytail and pulling my head back. It hurts, but it hurts so good. The hurt sends me right over the edge and I cum, hard, around his cock, just as he tenses and spurts within me.
As I try to catch my breath, my knees buckle a little, and only his grip prevents me from losing my balance.
He gives a few more perfunctory thrusts before he slips his softening cock out of my cunt, spent. "Fuck," he mutters.
"Fuck," I agree, breathless.
Afetrwards, straightening up, I remove the panties tying together my ponytail. He motions at me to give him the panties.
"I'm keeping it," he says with a shiteating grin.
I smirk. Boys and their trophies. I get it. Mine is currently leaking out of my bare pussy, trickling down the inside of my thigh.
COMMENT:
I enjoyed writing that extra text a lot. This kind of character is a bit outside my comfort zone, but holy fuck, that clip. It just paints such a vivid story in your head. It's not even R-rated (it's on YouTube) but wow that move she does where she uses her panties to tie her ponytail is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I'm simultaneously sick with desire and jealousy.
Anyway. Didn't quite know how to end that litle story so it does cut off rather abruptly. Oh well. I'm happy with what's there.