Jared
So far I’ve been pleased by my time at Sanctum tonight. A few women have flirted with me here and there, their gorgeous bodies on full display as they shimmy and shake sensuously. But I didn’t pursue it because I wasn’t feeling them, not exactly.
Then, the hostess who brought me a whiskey was particularly sexy, with her flaming red hair and barely-there bikini. I thought about pulling to her aside and enjoying some intimacies with her. Maybe a finger in her soaked pussy, or a few sucks at her delectable teats, but the promise of something hotter this evening stilled the urge. I don’t know what it was. Somehow, my sixth sense told me that the redhead wasn’t my final stop, and I’m glad I listened because this gorgeous brunette is everything I need and then some.
From the second she walked into the room, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off those luscious curves. Her ass shook with every step, and her magnificent tits were huge and creamy. I could literally see the shadow of her nipples through the sheer lace, and the urge to suck on them was strong. My mouth literally began filling with saliva as I watched her talk with her friend, twirling a strand of long brown hair around one finger as she did.
But now, she’s in my arms and it’s unbelievable. The girl is fragrant, voluptuous, and sensuous all at once. Her panties are already off, and that sarong’s nothing but a handkerchief as she grinds her big bottom against me.
“You like, big boy?” she coos flirtatiously over one shoulder. “Is this what you want?” Her voice is low and sultry, and her breath floats gently over my skin, sweet as sin.
“I like very much,” I rasp back. Then, to my own surprise, I turn her in my arms and press a gentle kiss to that plush pout. That’s strange because I don’t usually kiss my dates, and definitely not romantically. But something about her big brown eyes and general air of innocence makes me want to take care of her. As a result, I seize her lips and she stills as well, immobilized by the current of electricity between us.
But this is Sanctum, and I’m not here for just sweet kisses and hand-holding. After breaking our liplock, I begin to trail my mouth down the length of the brunette’s throat, sucking gently on her sensitive skin. She murmurs something unintelligible, throwing her head back with a gasp of pleasure when my lips finally reach the tops of her round tits.
“Come to the couch with me,” I growl in her ear. I feel the woman shudder against me. “I can taste you better there.”
She merely nods her assent, and I pull the curvy woman to a plush velveteen sofa a few feet away. The sexy temptress gets into it then, and swings a leg over my lap so that she straddles me, those big breasts brushing my hard chest. She’s gorgeous up close, all big brown eyes, full, rosebud lips, and skin so soft that it feels like the finest silk. But this is no shy pansy. Instead, the beautiful woman reaches one hand forward and caresses my cock through my pants, giggling as she does.
“Goddamn, you naughty minx. Undo the zipper,” I order in a raspy voice. “Fuck.”
She giggles again and then complies, her small hands making quick work of the fastening. My shaft pops out, huge and needy, already dripping at the tip. It’s at least nine inches long with a base as wide as a soda can, and the woman gasps as her eyes go round.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” I rasp, smirking a little.
“It’s just,” she stammers. “Well, you’re so big!”
I chuckle hoarsely before pulling her in for another kiss.
“I know, but you can handle it,” I growl against her lips. “Now touch it. Stroke my cock like your life depends on it.”
The woman nods imperceptibly and slowly, one small fist curls around my member. It feels so good and I let out a long, low groan, but then she circles her other fist around my shaft too and starts pulling with both hands. Hot stars flash before my eyes at this sensuous touch and I begin to growl deep in my chest, need rising quickly.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Oh shit.”
We both watch as a pearl of come beads at the tip of my shaft before spilling over in a slick stream. The girl merely giggles and uses the liquid to lube up her hands as she tugs again and again at my manhood. But I need more and suddenly, I yank her off my lap, pressing her thighs apart.
“I need to be inside of you,” I rasp, staring deep into her eyes. “You ready to dance, sweetheart?”
She nods quickly, pulling her sarong away before pushing the cups of her bra down.
“Yes, take me, sir,” she mewls. “I’m ready to belly dance for you.”
I let out another throaty moan and then notch my tip at her sweet opening before beginning the pressure. Her lashes fall shut as she strains, but then the brunette hitches her knees up, changing the angle a bit, and it helps. My hardness slides in a few inches and we both huff with shock.
“Fuck you feel good,” I growl throatily. “Goddamn.”
The woman merely looks down at where her pussy lips stretch around my manhood before flicking her gaze up to meet mine again.
“More, sir,” she begs in a whisper. “Give me more of you.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I ease myself forward again, both of us watching as my huge staff disappears into her tiny pussy. She squirms a bit, trying to accommodate my size, and I pause.
“You okay?” I ask gruffly.
She nods and looks at me again, those cheeks flushed a rosy pink.
“More,” she begs. “I can take it.”
With that, I slide my shaft all the way home, and both of us let out throaty moans of ecstasy at the tight fit. Goddamn, she’s so wet, horny, and enticing at once. She squeezes her internal muscles around me, and right then, I swear I’m going to come. But I fix her with a stern look, my shaft fully buried in her cunt now.
“Not yet,” I warn in a low voice. “We haven’t started belly-dancing yet.”
With that, I pull out, almost to the hilt, and then angle my hips so that my cockhead points upwards at the ceiling. Then I push into the woman again, and she sighs blissfully as we both watch. Sure enough, we see the bulge of my dicktip moving through her lower abdomen, and it’s obscene but so gorgeous too.
“Fuck you’re belly dancing,” I rasp. “Goddamn, you’re amazing.”
She mewls a bit, still adjusting to my size, but then smiles at me.
“Make me belly-dance more, mister.”
With that, I begin a slow rhythm in her cunt. My cock moves in and out, and we watch as the ripple in her belly shifts with each trail of my dickhead. She’s incredibly sensuous, and after a few heavenly strokes, I even reach my hand down to feel how her belly bulges with each slow, forceful thrust.
“You’re doing it,” I rasp. “Hell, you’re talented.”
The woman smiles mischievously at me, even as she spreads her legs wider.
“I love belly-dancing,” she murmurs. “You’re big too, so it’s not hard.”
That gets me going. No more of this slow teasing stuff. Instead, I need to fuck this woman for real, and I pull my hand off her belly before seizing her hips in both hands. Then, I begin slamming into that tight cunt, moaning as she sucks me in with each forceful thrust.
“Yeah, take it,” I rasp. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Meanwhile, the woman’s beginning to ascend the cliff. Her eyes flutter shut as she lifts her knees almost all the way to her shoulders, giving me full access. Then it happens, and my woman erupts in a long, sensuous wail.
“Ooooh!” she screams. “Unnh, fuck!”
Her pussy shudders violently around me, and that’s all it takes to throw me over the edge as well. My balls rise and with one last slam, I erupt deep in her fertile depths, spraying her womanhood with virile seed.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Oh shit!”
Hot pulses of fluid spurt into the curvy brunette even as her cunt clenches with ecstasy again, pulling my seed deep inside.
“Unnh,” she moans deliriously. “Oh yes. Fill me up.”
I continue to spray like a firehose, unable to help myself. Zigzags of lightning flash before my eyes as my body spurts, emptying gallons of male seed into her dripping wet snatch.
Finally, however, our pulses begin to calm and I draw back to look at the girl beneath me. She’s gorgeous with flushed cheeks, heaving breasts, and a brown curl stuck to her forehead. Gently, I push the lock back and she looks at me suddenly, startled. I suppose romantic gestures aren’t par for the course at Sanctum, but you know what? It feels right. Even if we just did one of the dirtiest acts possible on club grounds, it still feels right to care for this woman because she’s worth it.