MF (tg)
It's a bar. It's a very nice bar - chicly decorated in glass and steel and leather, dimly lit in blue - with the lights of the city laid outon three sides, twenty stories below. It's not, perhaps, the most original name for a cocktail bar on the penthouse floor of a hotel - I know of half-a-dozen - but it's apt.
I'm here with some acquaintances, good enough company in their way but not engaging enough to keep my attention from wandering to Dani. Dani is our waitress - Heaven has table service, did you know? - and she is meltingly gorgeous. Asian-Caucasian, she is, straight, dark hair with a deep shade of red hidden within, eyes of such a dark brown they were black in the light of Heaven. Chinese-French parentage, I learn as the evening wears on, and her English is painted with the exotic shades of both, soft, musical and stunningly sexy. She's wearing her standard waitress outfit of dark skirt and white blouse with a tailored flair that hugs her fabulously tight ass and sweetly rounded boobs in a way that make her seem somehow naked.
I've taken the role of waitress liaison for our little group, and I'm flirting heavily but cleverly with Dani as the evening passes. My conversation is light and humourous; my true intent is clear in my eyes. I make no secret that I want her, now, here, tonight, in Heaven - she and I taking the fullest pleasure in each other. If she's noticed my semi-permanent erection, it hasn't scared her off.
"Hey, Dani!" (you're incredible, you drive me wild, I want you)
"Hi, you guys OK here?" (I... yes, I know)
"Hi, hon. I think... Another couple of beers, a Manhattan, mojito and a long vodka." (I want to kiss every inch of you) "And I'll take another tonic water, lemon, no ice." (I'll make your body sing, Dani, blow your mind)
"Sure, no problem." (yes, yes, yes)
I pass her on my way back from the restrooms, and touch her lightly on the shoulder; my eyes hold hers. I whisper: "Here, Dani, tonight. Let's do it. Let me blow your mind, right here.."
Through my fingers I feel a shiver pass through her. She looks away, but she's chewing her softly delicious lip.
"Alright." Her voice is low, but trembling with excitement. She looks back, a glitter in her eyes. "But I might blow yours more..." She looks down, biting her lip, then sideways, then back to me: "You do...?", but pressure from my finger stops her. "Soon, hon," I murmur, and head back to hurry my acquaintances out of the door.
* * * *
I'm standing at the bar, looking out across the glittering lights of the city when I hear her approach. Her step is soft but not tentative. Her scent is delicate, something spicy, a little musky, something I can't place. It's delicious. I turn as she reaches me; our eyes meet and lock. Her smile is excited, maybe the tiniest bit apprehensive, her lips a soft pink, beautifully understated. Her dark eyes glitter, a hint of fever.
I brush the rich, tumbled hair away from her face, tilting her head as I bend to kiss her. Her lips taste of cherries, sweet and ripe. Our mouths press and caress as we draw close. Her hands grip my back; her ass is firm and tight beneath my fingers.
We kiss slowly, playfully. Her face glows, downlit in soft blue, uplit in warm yellow from the table lights nearby. Her fingers find my erection, tracing its shape through the material of my pants, stroking slowly. I raise her skirt, little by little, caressing her ass, squeezing, exploring. She's wearing a high-waisted thong over a garter belt; my fingers tease beneath the elastic.
We unbutton each other, her blouse, my shirt, one slow button at a time, our lips searching, exploring. Her bra is low and lacy, cupping her firm boobs. Her right shoulder sports a small tattoo in blue and red, a rose and a heart entwined. I kiss it, licking her skin delicately, hints of cinnamon and five-spice causing my juices to flow.
She undoes my pants, letting them fall as she caresses my cock through the cotton of my shorts, running her fingers in deliciously shivering strokes along each side. She looks into my eyes, biting her lip smilingly, as her finger rubs the tip through the spreading wet spot in the tented front. The apprehension in her gaze is still there, a strange contrast to the evident skill of her fingers. I kiss her again, unzipping her skirt and feeling it rustle to the floor. I step back, and understand her nervousness.
Her thong matches her bra, a gauzy, lacy affair in white, dotted with pink flowers. I hear her breathing, hard, fast, excited, as she watches my gaze travel down across her smooth belly, her abs firm and tight, to her crotch where, glistening in the blue-yellow light, rising proud and hard from the waistband of her pretty lace thong, the dark red head of her cock poked out.
My eyes widen, then snap up to meet Dani's. They're bright, sparkling, but she's chewing her lip again - has she misjudged me?
No.
I smile slowly. "Oh, Dani, honey... Oh yesssss..."
I kneel. Taking hold of her hips I kiss her softly just above her navel. Gently I kiss a little lower, planting soft pecks around her neat little belly button. Her smooth, tight belly trembles as I kiss across it, toned muscle and cinnamon. She leans back against the bar, arms wide for support, slim hips thrusting forward as I kiss her across her abdomen, licking her skin delicately, tasting her, smelling her, ignoring the part of her I know she wants me to touch. Gently I hook my fingers into the string of her thong and wiggle, drawing it down little by little to fall at her feet. I kiss her thighs, outside, inside, close - so close! - to the neatly shaved center, but not yet. I lick the tight, smooth skin of her thighs, relishing her taste, like spiced brown sugar.
I look up, into her face; her lower lip between her small, perfect teeth she is a study in sexual tension. Her hair falls beautifully across her face and her eyes glow in the darklight of Heaven. I hold her gaze completely, and only then do I kiss away the sweet bead of moisture at the end of her trembling cock.
The sound she makes is fabulous, a high, sweet little moan. My kiss is slow, my lips lingering, sucking lightly at her leaking precum. She tastes of oranges sweetened with rich, dark sugar. I open my mouth a little wider, encircling more of the smooth, tight head, my eyes all the time on hers. I stroke her thigh with my thumb, the sleek muscles quivering beneath my touch, and raise my other hand to cup her balls. Released from the confines of her thong, her balls hang low in a loose-swinging scrotum. I cup them easily, rolling them across my palm as I take her succulent cock into my mouth and suck her.
Her cock was small and neat when I first saw it, short and stiff beneath the smallest tuft of pubic hair, but now it seems to swell under my touch, growing to fill my mouth. Soon it seems like a monster, a thickly-veined, stiffly-erect monster of a cock above heavy, swinging balls, jutting from the golden crotch of my slim-hipped little Asian beauty. Her bittersweet precum pulses steadily and I swallow it down, sucking and tugging at her swollen genitals, all the while watching her eyes as she watches mine.
She is soft and hard at the same time, silk-smooth and pulsating; sweet, salty, delicious. She is my first, the first gloriously erect penis I have had in my mouth, and the sensation is fabulous. I revel in the shape of her in my mouth: the tightly smooth dome with its encircling ridge and its semi-cleft; the rigid, engorged shaft stiff between my lips; the tiny, leaking slit in the end. I suck her, lick her, take her as deep as I can, her cock at the back of my throat; I feel on the verge of gagging but I love it. Her eyes burn, her eyelids flickering. Her cock is irresistible. I want to hold it, suck it, lick it, want her to use it on me, dominate me with it, make me give her pleasure.
The cool blue lights blink, and we're naked. She is sitting on one of the long leather couches now, one leg knee-up next to her, one resting over my shoulder, and I'm sucking her balls. I have one of those sweet, delicate eggs in my mouth, cradling it, caressing it with my tongue. Her scrotum is long and smooth and bald, delicately spiced and seasoned like an exquisitely-prepared dish. She whimpers beautifully, her voice soft and high and animal, her face a picture of ecstasy as I devour her. I open my mouth wide and, with care for their precious contents, I let both her balls slip in. She grunts, flinging her head back into the leather as I roll her balls around my mouth, tugging gently at her scrotum. Her cock rears above me, steady trickles of precum running glistening down her length. I hold it, stroking my fingers through the slippery juice that dribbles around her balls and down across her anus.
With that thought her legs are both upraised and I am kissing her ass. Her skin is soft and golden brown, shading to a darker 'V' running down from her balls to her anus. She has a mole below her left ball; I kiss it, licking her beneath her scrotum as I slowly make my way down. Her anus is a tight brown ring. She smells hot and spicy. As I watch, it quivers and opens, spreading for me, a hint of warm pink within. I reach out my tongue and insert it in the welcoming hole. It shivers at my caress, and closes, immediately spreading once more as my tongue presses again. I lick her asshole as it pulses to my touch, my tongue delving deeper with each beat until my lips are pressed tight against her ass and my tongue laps at the wet pink warmth within.
The sofas in Heaven are wide and deep, broad enough to lie on, side by side, heads cushioned by each others' thighs, and suck each others' wet and rigid cocks. Dani's mouth cocoons my cock with warm ecstasy while I suck hers long and slow, each breath drawing a stream of sweet fluids from her smoothly swollen head. Her fingers wriggle mischievously up my asshole, a delightful counterpoint to the play of her lips and tongue. As soon she touched me there, my asshole blossomed and opened, welcoming her in like an old friend. Hers gapes beneath my touch, a deep, wide hole for me to explore with one, two, three fingers; we suck each others' cocks, finger each others' assholes and murmur sweet nothings to each other in the dim, gold-and-silver glow of Heaven.
My fingers delve into her soft warmth, wet and billowing, and I imagine it drawing me in, like Alice down the rabbit hole, a great, warm, wet blanket enveloping me in a miasma of hot, dark spice. Dive into her asshole, lick her ass from the inside... At that I feel pressure, something pressing, something too big. Something too big is forcing its way up my ass! I roar into the dimness, the sound muffled, and my back arches, but then - fullness! A sensation of glorious fullness replaces the pressure and Dani's slim, delicate hand is nestled up my ass. She twists gently and my cock spasms.
We move fluidly, sliding smoothly, naked, sweating body over naked, sweating body, and I find myself on my knees, my face in the cushions, my butt in the air. She has me, helpless, in her hands - one still up my ass, now stroking my prostate, one holding my balls, tugging gently. She begins to squeeze and massage me inside and out and the intensity of it makes my head swim. It is pain, but not quite. It is pleasure, beyond reckoning. She rolls and squeezes the core of my manhood in her hands and I am unmanned. I cannot move, can barely breath; there is nothing but a hard, dizzying sexual intensity as Dani rules my body.
My cock begins to squirt, hard, fierce spurts of juice onto the sofa as my beautiful t-girl waitress milks me like a sex-cow. I want to cum, but I can't; I am trapped in one endless orgasm, every nerve alive and screaming in pleasure. It feel as if a third hand is stroking my iron-hard cock, the milkmaid working my udder, working me, wanking me, squeezing my squirting cock.
Dani's hand is on my cock, her other hand pulls my balls - it's the sensation in my asshole that has changed, no longer a twisting, fingering deep inside but now a long, firm stroking. I roar my delight into the cushions as Dani's big, hard cock fucks me smooth and steady in the ass, the head caressing my prostate with perfect precision. She fills me up, right up to the point of discomfort, her engorged, swollen cock pushing in deep, pulling out completely. My asshole gapes as she withdraws, waiting wide for her to plunge smoothly back in to stroke another burst of juice from my aching prostate. She rolls my balls in her hands, so close to pain and yet utterly, utterly glorious.
Every second is an orgasm, but not an ejaculation. Every second I squirt from my rigid cock, but don't cum. I look back, underneath my body; my cock is a deep, dark red, almost black, my veins standing stark. I can see them pulsing in the golden glow from the table. The squirts of juice splatter the leather sofa and run trickling down to the floor. I look back over my shoulder; Dani is there, lithe, beautiful, golden, leaning over me, her dark hair falling across my back as she fucks me like no-one has ever fucked me before. We are over by the window, the lights of the city flickering small and far beneath us. We are a tableau of sex for anyone caring to watch.
I sense her change and yell my encouragement. She thrusts hard into me, her toned crotch meeting my ass with a beautiful slap as her cock slams deep. The feeling of her penetration is incredible; I want it to last forever, but I want it to end too, like this. She is panting now, beautiful little noises of exertion as she fucks my ass hard towards her climax. Again deep, and again, and again, and at that last she cries out, high and pure, and her swollen cock bucks and spits and rears and plunges like a stallion in my ass, and she cums in fast, long squirts right up my ass.
I feel every drop of her semen pulse and splatter inside me. My own dripping cock spasms and strains in response, but in vain. Dani fills me, fills me with the rich hot cream of her ecstasy even as she milks my stuttering, aching dick.
And then I'm on my back, sprawled on the couch, one leg on the floor, the other up on the couch back. My asshole is full again, Dani's hand wriggling and teasing amid the thick slime of her own cum. It feels like she has hold of my prostate, milking me mercilessly. Her other hand is wrapped around the base of my cock, holding tight to cock and balls both, one of my testicles emerging like a red ball squeezed between her fingers. She has my leaking cock in her mouth, wedged in her throat, slime dripping across my crotch, and she is sucking me like nothing else.
Up and down on my cock her mouth moves. Up and down, lips to throat and her tongue touches every tingling, sparking nerve. My skin is so tight it could burst; my head spins. My fingers claw the leather. The cords in my neck stand rigid as Dani drives me higher and higher and higher still than I thought possible. All night, it seems, all night my delicious lover has had me in one long, long, ecstatic orgasm. My cock is an aching, throbbing beast; my balls burn with delirious fire. Every part of me is erogenous. She has teased me, led me, sucked me and fucked me and she brings me step by sweetly agonising step to the end.
I go rigid, every muscle tensed. It hurts. Then...
I scream with rapture, passion as my cock explodes in her mouth. I feel her sucking it out of me as my cum bursts through at last. I cum for hours, moaning, thrashing, as my beautiful little t-girl waitress drinks every last drop, milking me dry once and for all.
* * * *
The lights of the city wink softly in the dark. Heaven glows, blue and gold. Dani hands me a drink, tonic water, lemon, no ice, and sits next to me. I lean across and kiss her ear; she wriggles her head like a petted cat and smiles sideways at me. It is late, or early, it doesn't matter. My whole crotch tingles; my cock aches, but it's hard again. Dani's fingers play across my balls, teasing with a fingernail. She leans down to kiss me, and I lean back. The night is long here, as long as we want it to be.