12 comments/ 9591 views/ 2 favorites No Name By: ejls She smelled him before she saw him. That mix of cologne, stale cigarettes, beer and man-scent. She gasped as his arms went around her waist and she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. She had known he would follow her. They made eye contact in the bar; this tall, dark Irishman with the burning eyes. "It's dangerous for a woman to be standing out here alone, at night," he growled in her ear. When she entered Buskers Bar & Boomerang Night Club, after a day at the Dublin Writers Festival, it was filled with boisterous men screaming their support for their favorite team. Large-screen televisions glowed with athletic action. This was probably not a place for a lone woman to enter, but it was convenient and she was craving a beer. She traveled here on her own to explore the home of James Joyce, to bask in the literature of the festival and to lose herself in the Irish culture. Her friends thought she was insane for traveling alone to a country she had never been, but she didn't care. She had always welcomed the excitement of the unknown. She thought the bar would be a safe choice, located where she stayed, at the Temple Bar Hotel. For the most part, her quiet entrance went unnoticed, except for the man with the dark, burning eyes. She felt his eyes on her from the moment the door closed behind her. She went straight to the bar and ordered a dark ale. The strong liquid immediately warmed her. As she turned around to look over the crowded room, she saw him staring at her. The warmth she felt quickly turned to heat. She blushed, turned back to the bar, and downed her ale a little too fast. It was probably not the smartest thing to do, on an empty stomach. As soon as she set the empty mug on the bar, a second ale was placed in front of her. "Excuse me, but I didn't order another one." "S-okay miss, the gentleman took care of it." She knew exactly where to look. He stared at her from the corner of the bar, and raised his glass in a salute. His face was serious and there was no indication of friendliness, just a smoldering look. She returned his salute and tried to look away, but she couldn't. She expected him to move towards her, but he didn't. His eyes held hers -- not relinquishing their hold. Her hand shook as she raised her mug to her lips. He raised his at the same time. When she lowered hers, he did too, slowly licking his lips afterwards. The heat she felt deep inside her increased. She felt herself grow wet. No, this was wrong. She needed to escape. She finished her ale, turned, and blindly headed for the door. She didn't look back -- she didn't dare. Bursting through the door, the night air slapped her face, and she felt the alcohol rush run through her. 'Walk -- I need to walk,' she thought, trying to escape the inexplicable feelings that were stirring inside her. It was a short couple of blocks to the river. The lights from buildings on the other side caused rippled reflections. It was quiet as she stood at the railing. She needed this time to calm down. But still, she waited, wondering. His arms pulled her closer, molding his body against hers. His lips touched her neck, behind her ear. She did not fight him as she felt his hardness push into her ass. What was the point? She wanted this. She leaned back against him, raising and tilting her head as he continued kissing her neck, nibbling her earlobe. Her hands rested on his arms. Her body felt hot, yet she had goose bumps. There was a need building in her that screamed to be met, and it scared her. He turned her in his arms, pulling her close. Her breasts were crushed against him. His mouth came down on hers, devouring it. She answered his kiss with a passion that surprised him. She needed this. She needed him. His hands clenched her hair as he held her face to his. Her hands went around his waist, trying to pull him closer. She ground herself against him. It was then he knew for certain, and tore himself away from her. "You're coming with me," was all he said, as he reached for her hand. She found herself running behind this tall, dark stranger. His grip was vice-like. He was not going to lose her. One time, she stumbled, and he quickly turned and caught her in his arms. A quick flicker of concern appeared on his face, but it was gone as quickly as it arrived. Certain she was fine he turned to lead her again. She had no idea where she was, or how far they had gone, weaving up and down the Dublin streets, but they soon found themselves in a doorway. He made quick work of the lock, opened the door and led her through. Once inside, he pushed her against the wall, kissing her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth, as he possessed her. He broke the kiss and led her upstairs to an apartment. Once inside he wasted no time. As he removed her jacket, she tore at his shirt. He lifted her sweater over her head, and her hands went to the buttons on his pants. The movements were desperate, urgent. In just a minute, she stood before him, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. He stood before her, wearing nothing but his hard, uncut cock. She tried to calm her breathing as her chest heaved. Her nipples were hard with excitement and they strained against her lace bra. He looked down at her lace-covered mound. He could smell her desire. He stepped forward, one arm went around her waist, the other dropped and his hand went between her legs. She moaned as he rubbed her up and down. It was just as he thought, she was already wet. Her arms went to his shoulders, steadying herself. He brought his lips back to hers in a hungry kiss, and began to walk her backwards, through the door, into the bedroom. Back, back until they reached his bed. He took his hands and placed them on her shoulders, guiding her to sit on the edge of his bed, her face now level with his cock. "Suck me," he commanded. She took to his cock as hungrily as a newborn animal takes to its mother's teat. With one motion, she took him deep into her throat. Christ, he hadn't expected that. All eight inches were held by her mouth, very tightly. It was she who finally backed off and released him. And then, she began. She gave him long, firm licks, up and down his shaft. Each time she reached the head, she pressed her lips around him, easing his foreskin down and bringing the sensitive head into her hot mouth. He shuddered and placed his hands on her head, just running his fingers through her hair. He wasn't sure how long he would last, when she released him from her mouth and took him in her hand. She raised his cock, stroking him up and down, while moving to his balls. She immediately sucked both of them into her mouth. He opened his legs to give her better access. She sucked and rolled them while her hand continued its movements. He eyes closed and he began to lose himself in this pleasure, as the minutes ticked by. He felt the cool air of the room on his balls, before he realized she had released them. He looked down to see her put her fingers in her mouth, thoroughly wetting them. She smiled and went back to his balls, but this time there was a difference. As she stroked his cock and sucked his balls he felt her slide her other hand through his legs. She ran her wet fingers up and down his crack, working their way in. He felt a gentle, but firm pressure at his sphincter. At that moment she stroked his cock harder, rolled his balls in her mouth and pressed a finger into his ass. "Jesus, woman!" he cried out. His control had been removed. Stroking his cock, sucking his balls and now fucking his ass with her finger, this woman became his Mistress, and he, her slave. More and more, the pleasure was building, as she pushed a second finger in. His hands grabbed at her hair, not meaning to, but pulling at it. She sensed a change in him, and felt his balls tense. She knew his juices were beginning to boil. She took his cock in her mouth once more, put her hand on his balls and drove her fingers in to press on his prostate. "Arrghhh!" His reaction was almost immediate. He howled as he forced his cock deep into her throat, firing his seed into her stomach. Never-ending spurts were urged more and more by the pressure she put on his gland, and her squeezing his balls. She swallowed every drop greedily, emptying his cock. His hands released her head and his cock softened in her mouth. She let go of his balls, and removed her fingers from his ass. While she very gently licked him clean, she moved her hand down her belly and began to rub herself through her panties. She curled her tongue around his cock, cleaning every inch. He looked down as this woman intently catered to him. He had just cum and yet, he felt urges rising in him again. What was she, a witch? He put his hands on her arms and urged her to stand. He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head up and kissed the mouth that had just brought him such pleasure, tasting himself as he pushed in his tongue. She felt her body melt against his. She also felt her own juices seep from inside her. When they broke the kiss, she looked in his eyes. They weren't black, but a deep ocean blue. She brushed his black hair out of his eyes. The two were silent. His hands went to her back and unclasped her bra. Her ample breasts dropped as he slid the straps down her arms and dropped the bra on the floor. He stepped back and looked at the beautiful white globes and their very prominent, hard, pink nipples. He placed a hand underneath each, as if weighing them, and then bent to capture one in his mouth. Her hands went to his head, holding him closer. "Harder," she demanded. 'Oh,' he thought, 'she likes it a bit rough.' His arms held her body tight as he gnawed at her nipple. In a series of licks, sucks and bites, he had her moaning and trembling. He turned his attentions to her other breast and was rewarded with the same reaction. "Please..." she whispered in a husky voice. He released her breast. He had the smile of the devil as he moved her back and laid her on the bed. He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down and off her. Her smell saturated the air and made his need to taste her undeniable. He spread her legs and saw her hair was visibly wet. He moved to kneel between her legs and ran his finger over her slit, parting the hair. She trembled at his touch. He opened her with his thumbs and leaned his face into her. Her clit was hard and red, aching to be touched. He blew his hot breath over her, and she moaned. She tasted sweet as he ran his tongue up her slit, stopping before he got to her clit. He ran his tongue again, this time diving into her hot, quivering hole, to lap up more of her nectar. Her hips were writhing, anxious for him to explore all of her. He knew what she wanted, but he toyed with her. He pressed his tongue in and out of her like a small cock. Her hips kept moving trying to force his tongue elsewhere. "For God's sake, please..." she begged. That was all he wanted. He wanted her to beg. He dove straight at her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Her cry was music to his ears. He pressed his teeth above it and pressed her clit into them with his tongue. Hard on one side, soft on the other -- her mind registered confusion, pleasure and pain. Sucking, nipping, licking her clit, he curled his two middle fingers up and thrust them inside her. She started to fuck herself on his hand at a fast pace. Her head rolled back and forth as mewing sounds came from her throat. He massaged her g-spot with vigor and sucked her clit hard. Her back arched, her legs tensed and she cried out. Quickly, he pulled his fingers from her and stuck his tongue in deep. He was greeted by her flowing juices, and he drank from her. He kept drinking from her hole, gently rubbing her very sensitive clit. He was amazed at how hard and how long she came. As he slowed his movements she began to calm. He rose up and lay on top of her, cupping her face in his hands. He tenderly covered her face with kisses, finally ending at her mouth. His kiss was deep and penetrating. The pair smelled and tasted themselves on each other. He rolled off of her, gathering her in his arms. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Exhausted, they dozed. The smell of smoke and the strong scent of sex woke her. His cigarette glowed in the darkness, as he sat in the chair, watching her sleep. She smiled as she looked at him. Her hair was tousled and her lips looked soft and full. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head. The movement lifted her large breasts out from under the blanket, and his cock reacted immediately to the sight. Dousing his cigarette, he walked to the bed and pulled the blanket away from her body. "Woman, you have bewitched me," he whispered hoarsely. She looked at him and smiled again. Her hand reached out to his cock and she began to stroke it. He moaned as it grew. Without ceremony, he reached for her and rolled her onto her belly. He lifted her ass and began probing her pussy with the cock she had stroked to hardness. She was still drenched, but she was also well on her way to fresh wetness. As he held the tip of his cock to her hot hole, she backed into him, desperate to have him inside her. He played with her, sliding in an inch, then out, then two inches, then out. It was agonizingly slow. It took all his strength not to ram his meat into her with each re-entering. Her pussy seemed to grab him tighter, and tried to pull him in. Finally, he could take no more. He firmly moved his length into her and then held still. She felt deliciously full of him, and could feel his cock pulse inside her. His moves were slow and deliberate, as he began a steady action of in and out, in and out. He enjoyed the feeling of the hot wetness that wrapped his cock. He enjoyed the way her body tried, over and over, to pull him in. She moaned with each entry. She tried to back up and force him in deeper, faster, but his hands that gripped her hips held fast. He was in control and he intended to stay that way. "Damn it, I need you to fuck me!" she hissed. "Patience, woman, patience." Frustrated, she tried to pull away from him, but still he held tight. He started moving a little faster, but with the same deliberate in and out motion. He knew deep down she wanted it harder, rougher, but he was so enjoying making her sweat. On and on, in and out, he loved the feel of her pussy stroking his cock. He looked down to watch as he slid in and out of her. He spread her ass cheeks and his eyes were drawn to her red rosebud. He smiled and then spit on her, hitting his target. Still moving, he placed his middle finger on her back hole, and spread his spittle around. As his cock pulled back, he pushed his finger into her. She groaned when she felt the invasion. As his cock pushed in, he drew his finger out, leaving just the tip of it inside her. Thus began the see-sawing motion of cock and finger. He kept up this deliberate pace, listening to her moans of pleasure. But now it was he who needed more. The effort of his next thrust surprised her. She cried out as he rammed his cock in. At the same time, as his finger began its thrust, he placed a second finger inside her. She had never felt so full. His thrusts were manic, his fingers relentless. Her head and arms rested on the bed, as she reached back under her belly and began to rub her clit. He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting on his cock as a deep wail tore from her. She drove herself back against him, her body craving release. She moved away from her clit as her spasms started, her body went rigid, every muscle as tight as a violin string. She threw her head up and screamed. He drove his cock and fingers in as far as they would go. He saw white lights as he exploded once more. Pushing, pushing, and making her accept all his body would give. Their juices combining, leaking down her legs, spilling over his balls. His hand leaving red marks on her hip as he gripped her tight, his other hand trapped by her anus. They rocked together until they had drained each other completely. He collapsed on her back, kissing her neck and biting her shoulder. They rolled apart, and then came together their lips hungrily searching out the others. They stayed like that for a long time -- holding, petting, kissing, and enjoying the sensuality of the night. "I really need to shower and get back to my hotel," she said. He stood up, offering his hand, and leading her into the bathroom. His eyes moved up and down her body, and she felt her resolve waning. "No, please, let me shower. I have to leave." So, he left her, and returned to the bedroom. He put on his pants and grabbed a sweater, preferring to keep the smell of her with him for a while. He found her clothes and set them on the bed, except her panties. He sat in his chair, lit a cigarette, and held them under his nose. He never tired of a woman's natural perfume. She came into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, her hair in wet tendrils. She smiled as he held her panties. She walked over to collect them from him and he pulled her into his lap. He cradled her in his arms, kissing her deeply, starting to play with her towel. "No, I really can't. As much as I want to, I need to sleep. I have a long day, tomorrow." "So be it", he said releasing her. He watched her dress, realizing that underneath her gentle ways, a slut was hiding. "Could you call me a cab so I can get back to the Temple Bar Hotel?" "It's not far. I'll walk you." The streets of Dublin were quiet in the wee hours of the morning. They walked with his arm over her shoulders in a protective fashion. She was surprised at how near the hotel they were. As they approached the main entrance, he pulled her aside and drew her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, longingly, until he felt her arms go around his neck, and she returned his kiss. He buried his face in her neck and just held her. It was she who stepped out of the embrace. She held his face and kissed his lips. "I need to go in now. Thank you." She said breathlessly, as she turned to leave. "But miss, I don't know your name," he said. As she walked to the door she looked back, smiled, and said, "It doesn't matter." No Names It had started at eight o'clock in the morning when a bouquet of flowers to monstrous for her tiny desk had been waiting for her at her office with a card that simply read "Thinking of You." It continued on three hours later when he'd shown up to her office and whisked her off to a romantic lunch at her favorite restaurant, the Market Broiler where he'd made secret reservations. They'd gotten back from that about fifteen minutes late. Her boss would have said something but just the look in her eyes was proof that she wasn't going to hear anything negative he said so he'd let her pass. Besides there was a box of chocolates in the shape of a heart waiting on her desk and he'd delivered them at the behest of her lover. She nearly broke down in tears when the teddy bear arrived in his little leather jacket with his and her name stitched onto a heart on his back. It was all too much for a single day and her head was spinning with the awe of it all. With everything else that was happening she didn't even notice that her keys had gone missing, again part of the scheme that her boss was participating in. The old man liked seeing people in love, especially young fevered love like she had so he'd played his parts well and her car was already back at her home. She did notice when a young Latina girl came in with a glowing smile holding a yellow sequined gown. "He said you were about my size." The girl said and held it out. "It's very beautiful but you should try it on real quick make sure that it fits." Tears flooded her eyes and she took the dress and dashed away to try the dress on. It was incredible, low straps slung around her arms, ruffles up the front. Perhaps cut a little low in the front but beautiful, stunning not the kind of dress you wore just out. When she slid the elbow length gloves on it was almost too much to wear to a wedding. When she stepped out of the bathroom everybody gasped. Accept her. Her heart stopped because he was standing there wearing a white tuxedo that stood in sharp contrast to his olive hued skin. His blonde hair was pulled back into a single braid that ran down the center of his back and he was holding out his hand for her but her legs didn't work. They refused to carry her the three steps it would have taken to get to the man she loved. When her heart started again it was working overtime to supply blood, mainly to her face which cherried. The next thing would have floored her if prince charming hadn't been fast enough to catch his plummeting princess. Right outside the glass double doors of the office as a carriage, like something out of a fairy tale pulled by two white horses and she instantly knew that it was for her. This was for her and her legs that previously refused to move for her now refused even to keep her up right on her own. They forced her into his arms. "Get outta here, nobody's getting any work done gawkin' at you two." Her boss barked snapping her partially out of her reverie. She nodded excitedly but her legs still refused to cooperate so her lover lifted her easily into his arms and carried her out to the carriage. She'd forgotten, or maybe never known how strong he was but he didn't seem to strain at all to carry her out and set her gingerly in the carriage before climbing in himself. Where they were going wasn't very important at the moment. She was just happy to be next to him, listening to his heart beating in his chest beneath the bright red buttonier as while he slipped her corsage on and then his hand into hers. His hands were so big, well he was so big easily standing a full head over her, or sat a head taller than her. In the heels, beautiful strappy things that went all the way up her calf she was only slightly shorter than him. "Aren't the stars beautiful tonight?" He commented absently. It was then that she realized that despite everything he was still nervous. He wasn't looking at her, instead he was focused on something millions of miles away and then she looked up as well. It was a stunning night, cloud free and they were crossing the park so there weren't many lights to blot out the stars. It was like a blanket of diamonds over head dominated by a huge crescent moon that just hung in the sky. "It is lovely." She half expected some corny line that she'd flush at but it didn't come instead he kissed her gently. "Thank you." She whispered. "For everything." "You already thanked me a thousand times. You didn't see the look on your face, my only regret for the night is that I didn't have a camera ready to capture that moment in time." He replied and just like she'd predicted a moment earlier she blushed. "We're almost there can you see it?" He pointed in front of them. The only thing she saw was the amphitheatre. They were performing "I Pagliacci" there and she'd wanted to see it for nearly two years. Her ex refused to go, said men didn't go to plays. She started pursing the rest of his reasons then looked up at the man sitting beside her excitedly drawing her attention to that place and realized that she was with the first man she'd ever loved and her eyes lit up and she squealed. The play was perfect, more than she'd expected even in her wildest dreams about it and she'd was in tears throughout much of it and when it was over she'd let him lead her back to the carriage her legs now slightly less stubborn about taking the woman where she wanted to go. The carriage lead her back to her house and that was where the final shock of the night hit her. As soon as they crossed the thresh hold her boyfriend dropped to one knee produced a velvet lined box he'd gotten from Jared's and became her fiancée. What happened next wasn't a shock. It was the only thing she'd expected that entire day. She slipped out of the dress careful to hang it nicely on the wall and he'd extricated himself from the suit and together they'd slipped between the sheets and she gave herself over to him. Slow and gentle wasn't the way that he normally treated her, but tonight he handled her like a fine sculptor experiencing her for the very first time. As she yielded to him he formed her into something, he had control and she loved his gentle touch turning her to however he wanted her, wherever he wanted her and took her. When he was finished she was new. The woman didn't know another word for how she felt but she felt new and as she rolled toward him draping one arm over his chest and nestling her head into the nape of his neck she quickly realized that this was what she'd been craving. No Names It was a Friday night when my buddy Kris called and asked me to come out to a few bars with he and few friends. I resisted the notion at first. Kris was a fairly rambunctious party boy and the friends; while I hadn't met them I knew they would be a rowdy bunch as well. My nights out with Kris often ended with a head in the gutter passing out while my friends tried to drag into the house. I didn't have a great alcohol tolerance and it had been a long time since I'd been out, it'd also been a long time since I'd seen Kris and I felt I owed him. Reluctantly I agreed I'd be in the city in half an hour. I threw on a long shirt and jeans. The cab turned up a lot quicker than I had anticipated so I was pulling on my last shoe while hopping down the driveway to meet the cabbie. On the ride into the city I called Kris to tell him I was on my way. He too was in a cab headed for the city but from the Eastern side of the CBD. "Where am I meeting you?" I asked. "126 George Street. Bar called 'The Parliament'" he replied. I hung up and relayed the info to the cabbie. Kris was already out front with his friends when I pulled up. There were four older looking guys and Kris smoking near the door talking to the bouncer. I shook hands with all of them and we made our way inside. At the top of a flight of stairs I could smell the mix of booze and sweat that wafted up from the underground bar. The music thumped up towards us. Inside the place was full of people swarming and dancing. I'd never been there before and I was nervous and excited, it was that light butterfly sensation of a new club that gets dowsed by a couple of drinks. We made our way over to the bar Kris ordered some of the local flavour and watched as the chesty barmaid took two glass jars and filled them with vodka, lemonade, raspberry cordial, ice and an energy drink. It was like a fire-engine but with a sour aftertaste, I was pretty taken with it and I liked the novelty. I could feel the music thumping through the jar. After another two jars the butterflies were gone but I needed to piss, I slipped from the bar into a bathroom. When I returned, Kris and the others were gone from the bar area. I headed up towards the dance floor which was on a raised platform with a rail running around it. As I approached I squeezed between the bar and a group of people. As I passed I felt a slim hand slap my butt-cheek. I spun to see one a girl grinning and giggling with one of her friends. I smiled back. She was short and blonde, she was a little bigger but I liked that in girls. It gave them that great curve in their waist and they usually had bigger breasts. Her eyes were huge, green looking straight at mine. I could tell she was making the same assessments about me. I worked out but I wasn't one of those humungous gym junkies, I just liked to stay in shape. I had a low body fat index so my muscles were obvious and definite. As I turned to walk up to the dance floor I saw her bite her lip lightly. I made a mental note of her blue dress in case I was drunk when I saw her next. There was actually a pretty good ratio of girls to guys tonight. On the dance floor the guys had already meshed with a group of people and danced to a remix of an old 90's song. As I danced I took great swigs of my jar and let my body succumb to the music. I've always been a fairly reserved guy but when I go out and drink with my pals it's like I flick a switch and become this wild shameless animal. It's a sensation I love at the time but feel embarrassed about in the morning. Another song went by and Kris tapped me on the arm with his empty jar, it was my round. I downed the rest of my drink and headed to the bar. I could feel the alcohol starting to make my head swim. While the barmaid poured the drinks I heard a voice over the music. "Hi" It was a woman. I turned and the deep intoxicating eyes of the handsy blonde met mine. "Hey it's you. The girl form before right?" I said back. She smiled wryly. "Yeah, I wanted to get your attention. I saw you when you came in with that group of guys" I was taken back no girl was ever so quick with me. "Well you've got it now" I went to tell her my name but she shushed me and touched my chin. "No names" She said. I wasn't used to women being so forward and rushing into touching my face. It really put me off balance; I was out of my depth here. Usually I'd have to make the first move. I liked this though. "Do you wanna dance?" I said. I was a shark when it came to women; I'd circle in a spiral moving in for the kill. Drawn by the scent of blood, only the inescapable urge to get my fill driving me. Much like a shark I wasn't gentle with new girls when it came to the kill, I wanted them to know I was there. Sometimes my need to satisfy them wholly became more important than my fill. I'd spent quite a few nights eating a girl out for half an hour or more, rubbing and stroking and licking while they squirm and moan at my touch. "Let's go then" the nameless blonde said and started to the dance floor. I brought my jars. Handing one off to Kris, the blonde took me by the hand and pulled me to her. I put my hand on her waist and felt that perfect set of sweet curves. She had her hands running across my back, surveying the muscles there. We ground our bodies together to the rhythm of the music thudding through the floor. This close I could see she was taller than I thought, in her heels she was nearly the same height as me. I could see down her dress at her cleavage. Her breasts were nice, I guessed around a C cup and they were perked up nicely. She leant back and ran her hands from my shoulders down my chest to my belt. I grabbed her supple butt with one hand and the other still planted on her waist. She looked up at me. At my belt she lifted the tail of my shirt and ran her hands up my body. Her hands were cold from her drink and I broke into goosebumps "Wow" she said feeling my abs. The song cut and the DJ did a quick shout-out before starting the next one. We all cheered. The next song was one of those club songs about how sexy the girls in the club are. Looking around quickly I saw Kris and he gave me a thumbs up at the mystery blonde. I raised my drink in approving response before taking another swig. The blonde moved in close against me and grabbed my hips as she ground herself against my thigh. I could feel her mound running up and down my leg. My penis was pressed against her thigh in the same motion. It was turning me on. I wanted this girl in my bed tonight. I wanted to see her curves free from her dress and have her breasts pressed into my face. She leant towards me and I felt the warm wetness of her lips on my neck, then a hard pinch as she bit me very lightly. I liked it. I buried my face against her neck the best I could with our height difference. Her perfume filled my nose and mouth, she smelt amazing; some kind of fruit scent. I could feel my heart pounding in my dick; I was starting to get hard. She paused for a second as she felt my shaft tense against her thigh. She looked up at me and threw her arms around my neck, this was my favourite part. There's always that wild excitement where no matter how much you've had to drink the butterflies come back and your heart pounds in your chest as your faces creep closer together and you begin to smell each other's warm breath. No matter how bright the lights are you can see the infinite intricate detail of your partner's irises. Her lips pressed to mine and I was drunk, not on the alcohol in my veins or on her breath, drunk on her scent, dizzy on the heat from her mouth and I was overwhelmed by her body. We kissed and danced while the pressure continued to swell in my pants. She pulled away from me and turned to rub her ass against my groin. Looking down at the round humps of her behind I saw the wet patch on my jeans where she was grinding my thigh. She was wet; she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She teased and rubbed my erection with her butt. My hands circled her waist and moved up to her breasts. I kissed at the sweep of her neck and squeezed her ample melons while she pumped against me, both of us working to the music. I sucked at her earlobe. "You have a great body" I said over the music. "So do you" she replied arching her neck. I sucked down another mouthful of my jar. Again I glanced around, I couldn't see anyone. I glanced at my watch. I'd been rubbing against this girl for over an hour. My hand slipped down across her stomach past the hem of her dress and onto her thigh. I squeezed there and let my hand run up her inner thigh then back down, I felt her body tense. Her hands slipped between our bodies and grabbed at my jeans, my dick was pounding in her hands. My hand ran back up her leg to her moist panties, my fingers ran along the cloth covered folds of her pussy lips. She was so warm you'd swear she had been sitting on a wet stove. She moaned in my ear. I gently pulled her underwear to one side and ran my finger up her slot to her clit; I started to make small circles around the bump. "Oh fuck" she squealed her labia was smooth and hairless, I couldn't wait to plant my mouth on it. In our groping we had almost completely stopped dancing. I wanted to get her home; I also needed a new drink. I shook the empty jar in her eye line. She turned and nodded. She took my hand down to the bar. I placed the empty jar on the bar and leant over to her with one hand clasping her buttocks. "Let's get out of here" I said. She looked into my eyes. She could see the desire in them, the shark just waiting to please her. She bit her lip and started to walk to the exit. "You coming?" she asked. I began to follow obediently. I spotted Kris as he exited the bathroom. He looked from me to the blonde and back again. He hi-fived me and cheered as I passed. Outside it was unseasonably warm and humid; the ground was glistening with old rain. My blonde and I managed to get a cab pretty quickly. I gave the cabbie my address and sat in the back with my girl. She grabbed my head and twisted it to kiss me. Her hands were slim and soft but strong. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and her hands clamped around my neck. I grabbed her breast and held her close with another hand around her waist. I kept catching the cabbie glancing back at us. I didn't care at all. If I had a condom with me I would've fucked her in the cab. I could feel her nipple prick up as I squeezed her tit. The taxi pulled onto the motorway and accelerated. I was almost home, I was about to let the shark loose. I felt her hand fall into my lap and squeeze my dick. She stopped kissing me and looked me in the eye. "You've got a lot here baby. I want you to fuck me" We groped and squeezed and kissed til we got back to my place. I took her hand and led her up the driveway to into my apartment. I flicked on a couple lights and she flicked her heels across the room. I led her into the bedroom. We fell onto the bed with her straddling me. She was going wild, grinding hard against the bulge in my jeans. I kicked my shoes and socks off as I lifted her dress off. Those great curves I'd been loving all night were bare and beautiful. She unbuttoned my shirt, hands zipped down my shirt. She ran her hands over my body and growled with delight. Her hips were gyrating against me in firm short thrusts; I think she had a shark of her own. I squeezed her ass and ran my hands up her sides and undid her bra with one snap. She slid out of it and let her gorgeous jugs free. Her nipples were firm and pink, the left one had a silver bar piercing; I'd missed that earlier. I sat up and rolled one in my fingers and licked the other, feeling it go hard in between my lips and enjoying the weight of her breasts. She moaned and pressed my head into her smooth mounds. My erection was reaching melting point as her juices began to seep into my jeans, the room smelt wholly of her pussy and her perfume. I kissed her and rolled her onto her back, it was time for me to hump and thrust against her. I began to kiss my way down her body, descending down the brilliant peaks of 'mystery blonde'. "What's your name?" I asked. "No, no names baby. Just fuck me" she said pushing my face down towards the warm furnace of her crotch. I pulled her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. Her pussy was shaven and glistening with her juices, her clit was bigger than any I'd ever seen. I looked her in the eye as I dipped my finger into her soft hole; she breathed deeply and arched her back. I pushed in a second finger and began to work in a 'come hither' motion against the inside of her pussy. She moaned longingly as a squishing noise rose from her opening, I was fingering her so firmly her tits were bouncing in rhythm. She tensed up and began to buck against my hand; she was squealing and playing with her nipples. It was pushing me over the edge, I felt like my cock was about to split my Levi's in half and explode. I unzipped my jeans with my free hand and pushed my underwear down to my knees. My cock sprang up and throbbed with anticipation, seeing it the blonde came in a wailing orgasm. Her cum dripped down my fingers and the smell filled the room. She relaxed for a moment before grabbing me by the hair and shoving my face into her hot cunt. "Eat me. Eat me whole. Fucking devour me!". I did, the shark was out now. I started finger-fucking her tight pussy and took her clit in my mouth and sucked it lovingly. The smooth skin of her labia rubbing my lips. My free hand grabbed her round ass cheek as she held me pushed into her hot folds. I could hear in her grateful moans and whimpers that she was ready to come again. I withdrew my fingers and grabbed her other cheek and lifted her butt up from the bed spread and doubled her over, her toes hooked the rails of my headboard. She could see my tongue working her moist hole. I was licking from the he gaping hole up to her clit then jabbing into her hole and riding up again. I looked her in the eyes as I slurped at her. In was like a dog drinking water from a bowl. She started to come. "Oh my God, that's so goddamn good. Oh fuck meeeeee!" I could taste her sweet pussy juice flowing, It was starting to run down her ass-crack and down to her belly button. I wanted to spend all night with my face buried in her hot cunt but she wanted me to fuck her. I kicked my remaining clothes to the floor and lowered her butt back to the bed. I leaned across to my nightstand and found a rubber. She stopped me before I put it on. "Not yet baby. Bring that dick up here" I straddled her chest; my balls were touching her chest and the head of my cock on her chin. She took me into her mouth and started to slurp down my length leaving a slick of saliva. Her head bobbed back and forth sucking down most of my veiny shaft, she was gulping me down. Her wide tongue was flicking the head of my penis, doing circles then going back and forth over my tip. Her hands grabbed my butt-cheeks and started to push and pull me back and forth, fucking her mouth with my rod. I wanted to just come all over her face but I controlled myself. She took one hand to play with my balls and the other started to rhythmically squeeze my shaft with my thrusts. At this point we were both sweating with pleasure. I groaned at how her squeezing was pushing blood up into my dick head making me more sensitive to her mouth work. In one quick movement I climbed down off her and thrust into her slick opening bareback .She cried out, I thought maybe I'd pushed too hard and hurt her. "Are you okay?" I asked breathlessly, she paused and sighed. "I think I just came again" I laughed a little and smiled. I pulled out slowly then dove into her again she cried out, savouring the wet heat emanating from her slippery pussy. I started to pump away, her legs circled around my waist. I kissed her and the flavours of her juice and my pre-cum melded as our tongues danced together. We grunted and moaned through closed lips. My forehead was pressed to hers and my vision was filled with her emerald eyes, filled with desire. I was fucking her with full strokes of my length, our bodies slapped together at the end of each thrust. My pubic bone hit her firm clitoris and my balls slapped her ass. Her fingernails dug into my back, I buried my face in her neck and drew in her perfume and the smell of her sweat. I kissed and sucked at her neck. "You feel so good" I said muffled in her hair. "How good baby? Tell me" she said licking my ear, making me shiver. "Amazing, you're so wet and hot. I fucking love your body, you're gorgeous" she purred. I sat up and lifted her legs up to my shoulders, she felt so much tighter this way. Looking now her pussy was framed by her thighs with her pussy swallowing my girth. She massaged her breasts as I thrust, twisting the piercing there. I reached down and started to rub her bulging clit, wet with her juice my thumb criss-crossed the little bump in quick firm motions. "Oh fuck me from behind. I love that" She cried, I pulled out as she got on all fours and lifted her ass to me. Sliding in she grunted gratefully as me member filled her up. As I thrust I reached around to stroke her clit. Her ass rippled at my hips hitting them. Between her pert cheeks I spied the pucker of her ass hole. My bed creaked and the room was filled with the smell of cum and sweat, no more perfume just the smell of sex. "Spank me!" she said. I planted a firm smack across one pale cheek leaving a red hand print. "Again, harder" I lay another wide hand across her backside. She was pumping her body back against mine meeting halfway with my thrust. I spanked her three more times and she shook with another orgasm, so satisfied with this one she bent down and squealed into my pillow. Her cum was running down her thighs now. I was going to come soon; I wanted my cream all over those big tits of hers. I started to grunt and fuck her faster to let her know I was nearing the end. I spanked her once more and rolled her onto her back then straddled her chest again. She took her hand to me and jerked me hard and fast, my balls shrank and I came so hard my ear drums popped. My cum exploded in long strings onto her lips with the first pump, her chest with the second and her tits with the last three. I groaned and collapsed beside her. My cock was pounding, covered in a few drips of my thick orgasm. I looked over at her as she licked her lips and slowly slurped up my cum from her body. "That was incredible" I gasped. "My God yes" she said swallowing and throwing one leg and an arm across me. We sweated and panted in relieved ecstasy beside each other. I got up to open a window and let the heat out, she caught me by the hand. "No I want the smell to stay in here" This girl really knew where my buttons where. I was gunna give her a second root in the morning. We slept beside each other, naked and entangled in the hot sex stained air. When I woke I was alone on the bed. I looked around, she was gone. I got up and looked in the living room and the bathroom. She was gone, she must've left early. I flopped back on the bed really disappointed, I had fun with her. I know she said no names, no identities but I wanted to see her again. She was cute and dynamite in bed. I sighed and rolled over. On my night stand was a post-it note stuck to my phone, it had the name Jessica, a phone number and a couple x's and o's. Her cotton underwear was hanging from by bedside lamp. That Friday was three months ago. I've slept with Jessica every night since then, taken her roughly and sometimes gentle, taking the time to breathe her in absorb her body and let her mesh with me, sometimes the shark turns out to be one of the filter-feeding kinds. Perfectly content to slowly roam and spend all day getting his fill. No Names Thanks for reading