(A little treat for you. This was the first piece of erotica that i wrote that i shared with anyone. It was originally posted on the Suicidegirls site and is losely based on meeting up with a Suicidegirls friend of mine in Cologne. It`s hard for me to believe that this story is 15 years old. Hope you enjoy and can see the beginings of what would be my style.)
Even in the darkness of the club, you still stood out.
Walking up to the bar, I had pushed my way past countless girls. Some were pretty, some very attractive, but none of them stood out like you.
Watching you dancing to the music, eyes closed in a trance, body moving to the beat. I knew that you were the one I wanted.
I take my time, wait for the right moment. You pass me a few times without saying anything, I make sure that I don’t make eye contact.
After about an hour I stop you as you walk past me.
“excuse me, do you know where the toilets are?”
You smile and point down the end of the bar.
“Thank you” I say, letting my eyes stay on yours for just that little bit too long.
I return a few minutes later. Your back on the dance floor, dancing round some guy that i assume is your boyfriend. Not to worry, I’m sure that will not be a problem. You glance over at me, I smile back. You don’t smile, just keep my gaze for a few seconds then look away.
We play this game a few times over the next half an hour, each time you glance across, each time I smile back.
I move down the club into the darker area near the toilets. I don’t have to wait long before you turn up.
“your new here?” it’s not so much a question as a statement of fact.
“yes, first time here. I take it you’re a regular?”
“Yeah, I sometimes DJ.”
I keep quit, letting you do all the work. Taking control without letting you realise it.
“so, why did you come to this club then?” you lean against the wall beside me as a couple walk by, giggling to themselves at some private
joke.
“i was looking for someone to fuck”
For the first time tonight you smile, flicking you head back in a laugh.
“You’re talking to the wrong person then, I’m here with my boyfriend and….”
Suddenly i move forward, our body’s almost pressed together, our faces next to each other
“Firstly, you came to talk to me, not the other way around. Secondly, your boyfriend is over on the dance floor, he hasn’t looked this way since you left, if he has actually looked at you at all tonight”
You smile back
“and thirdly, if you don’t want to have sex with me, you wont follow me into the toilets”
The toilet door bangs open, making the kid over next to the sinks jump. He looks at us, not quite sure what is going on, so i tell him to get out of here.
As he leaves I pull the trash can over and wedge the door shut.
For what I have planned for you I don’t want anyone walking in.
It only takes me two steps to get beside you at the sink, my hand spinning you round so that you’re looking at yourself in the mirror.
Your eyes dart up the way so you can see what I’m doing. So it’s no surprise to you when my teeth sink into your neck, my hands reaching round and squeezing your breasts.
I kiss slowly along your neck, then over to your ear, pausing for a moment so that you can feel my warm breath on your skin.
“I get the feeling,” I say “that you’re good at taking orders. Is that correct?”
You pause to reply, but before you do I grab your hair and pull your head back, jerking your body back into me, my other hand resting on your ass.
“I said, you seem like you’re good at taking orders. Is that correct?”
“Yes” You have a defiant look in your eyes, but you’re not pulling away. Good.
“Then slowly pull down your jeans and panties”
I step back slightly to give you more room, while keeping a tight grip of your hair.
You reach down and unbuckle your belt, all the time watching me in the mirror.
Next comes the pop of the buttons, and then you’re slowly pulling your jeans to the floor.
My eyes stay on your legs for just a second before I see your panties slipping down into a little heap on top of your jeans.
“Bend over”
You lean over the sink, ass in the air. My hand pushes you forward so that your face is almost up to the glass.
And then..
You almost hit your face off the mirror as you jerk forward, startled by my hand playing along your pussy, stroking it as I move towards your clit. You’re nice and wet, your juices covering my fingers as I rub.
The toilet door bangs as someone tries to get in. Your eyes dart in that direction, panicked, but I notice that you’re still pulling yourself back at me, grinding against my fingers as you hold onto the edge of the sink, your moans echoing round the room.
I lean forward and whisper in your ear “be outside the club in 10 Min’s. If your not there i will leave without you”
I let go of your hair as you hurry to pull your jeans back on. Your belt buckle clicks back into place just as I pull the toilet door open. A tall punk stands at the other side, an angry look on his face until he sees you, then a smile breaks out and he grins at me as I walk past.
I push my way over to the stairs, prepared to leave. The night has been eventful so far, hopefully getting better soon.
As i leave the last thing i see is you explaining to your boyfriend that you have to go
Just as I step outside the club, the heavens open and start to pour down. A taxi across the road notices me and pulls over.
“I’m here” you say as you step up behind me. I turn and pull you to me, kissing you hard on the lips.
The taxi stops beside us and I open the door. You bundle into the back, giving me the opportunity for a moment to look at your ass, firm and defined in your tight jeans. And then you’re sitting down waiting for me, so I climb in beside you.
“where to?” asks the cabbie, glancing back at us in the mirror, his eyes stopping on you a little long.
“Downtown, next to the bridge. And take your time, we are in no hurry”
The taxi moves off into the dark. I turn round and look at you and see the lust in your eyes, ready to do whatever I ask.
I lean forward and whisper in your ear “take off your jeans”. You pull back a little and look over at the driver, seeing him glancing back in his mirror. You shake your head slightly.
My hand reaches out and i stroke your hair
“Take off your jeans. You’ve done it for me once, do it again. I’m sure the driver`s not going to mind. Are you Driver?”
“Hell…go ahead. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve seen it. You should see some of the stuff that happens in the back of my cab….there was this one time……”
“see…the nice driver isn’t going to mind. So do what i say”
I l.wait to see your reaction, and as I suspected, you lean back in the chair and undo your jeans. With a little help you manage to pull them off, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor, your long pale legs shining in the dark of the cab.
I reach down and undo my jeans, pulling them just wide enough to slip a hand in. I reach over and take your hand, guiding it downwards, pushing it under the material until it rests on the hardness of my cock. Your fingers wrap round it and you seem to let out a little moan at the size of it.
“pull it out,” i say to you, my hand going behind your back, slowly tracing its way down your spine “and then suck it”
Your fingers nimbly get to work on my jeans and within seconds my jeans are on the floor beside yours. Your fingers pull at my boxers and my cock springs up, hard and gleaming in the darkness, some pre-cum glistening on the tip. I can see you licking your lips with anticipation, so I put my hand on your head and push you down towards it.
Your lips rest on the shaft, tongue flicking out to taste the pre cum, smearing it on your lips as you almost purr at the taste. Then slowly your take it into your mouth…letting it fill you up…pulsing as you swallow it. My hand presses down on the back of your head., keeping you there, not allowing you up. You start to struggle a little…fighting for breath…but i keep you there.
By now the driver has forgotten all about our destination and is just watching us in the mirror, i nod my head at him and indicate that he should pull over to the side of the road.
I lift my hand from your head and you jerk upwards gasping for breath, You blink tears from your eyes…smudging your makeup…..and give me an angry look. But then you go down again just as quick. This time your lips don’t stray, they swallow me whole, thrusting me into your mouth, your hand reaching down and working my balls.
I reach round you and pull you into a kneeling position on the seat….your head moving up and down in my lap, your lips sucking at my hardness. Then my fingers peel your wet panties open and my hand rubs slowly over your clit, letting it play slowly, teasing moans out of you.
Suddenly there is a loud groan…and we both look up…..the driver leaning forward in the front seat…hand in his lap….cum trickling between his fingers.
I look down at you. “I believe the driver may have enjoyed our little display. I hope there is going to be some type of discount on the fair”
You grin up at me, your lips wet. Suddenly I want you very badly indeed.
“Driver, we are getting out here.” i say, pushing open the door and dragging you out into the night. His sheepish grin lets me know that there is going to be no trouble with money, the engine starts up and he drives away.
“As for you” i say ” you are about to get the fuck of your life”
And with that I drag you into the alleyway behind us.
I push you into the alleyway, watching you trying to hold your jeans up as you stumble forward.
The rain is still pouring down, making your hair stick to the side of your face, drenching your clothing, making you slip and slide as you move forward.
In the darkness you start to turn round but my hand reaches out and pushes you up against the wall, not letting you see me. your hands spread out and try to grip the stone walls, your nails knocking the crumbling stonework as they dig in.
I pull at your jeans, tearing them down. Your panties soaking from the rain stick to your ass, the delicate material now see-through in the rain. My hand lifts back and swoops down, slapping your right cheek hard enough to make you groan, then down again, this time on the left. I step back and smile as I see the red impression my hand has left behind.
You turn round and kiss me, your mouth locking to mine, your hands slipping down and fumbling with my jeans. I slam you back hard against the wall, making you groan as you pull out my cock and start to jerk it in your hand.
I decide that the time for playing is over so I lift you up against the wall, my hand reaching down and ripping your panties aside, as I thrust into you.
Your arms pull me closer, with every thrust I seem to go deeper and deeper. Your mouth is on my neck now, biting at it, moaning onto my skin.
I slow down my thrusts and pull your head back.
“You will do what i say, won’t you?”
You nod your head, eager to please.
“Hold still.”
I shift your weight onto one hand, my legs and body pinning you against the wall, while my other hand moves up and clamps round your throat. Your eyes widen, but you don’t fight back, just look at me with mounting lust in your eyes.
I start to thrust into you again, harder, rougher, all the time looking you in the eyes. And squeezing.
You start to gasp as the grip gets tighter, your eyes closing, but your body still reacting to every thrust. your arms gripping my shoulders.
Then suddenly your eyes flick open again and your body begins to shake. I release my hold and reach down, grabbing your ass as I pump into you. Your head falls onto my shoulder and your whole body starts to tremble.
With one final push, I thrust into you, pinning you against the wall. You scream as your first orgasm hit you, your nails breaking my skin, little droplets of red forming.
I lower you to the ground, aware that you’re still dazed, lost in your own ecstasy. I reach down and slap the side of your face.
“Look at me”
You raise your head and look up. I`m jerking my cock fast, directly over your face, the pre-cum dripping from the tip onto your lips. Your eyes widen as I let out a moan and explode.
I look down at you, my cum dripping from your lips, your fingers reaching up and pushing it into your mouth. You look even more beautiful than before, even though you are soaked through in ruined jeans in an alleyway.
“You think your boyfriend is missing you?” I ask.
“Who cares?” you reply, your hand between your legs, teasing out more pleasure.
“Good girl. Now let’s get you back to my hotel. We have a long night ahead of us”
