MarshallWalker

Grant's lips curled into a grin at her comments. He reflected how they were also doing a different dance at the same time. Each was provoking the other with their words, movements, looks and touches. As Grant hit on her, she flirted in kind. One would show self consciousness and the other would reassure. One would advance, and the other would step into the cut. The tension was building and building, in parallel to the tight feeling of his swelling cock inside his dress pants, something Giselle was no doubt feeling against her rear as she ground on him. His grip was gentle but every now and then, he'd give her a squeeze, using his strength to tease her. His eyes met hers and for a moment, he thought to kiss her. He instead gave her neck the lightest of lips before placing his lips there.

Grant breathed in sharply as Giselle advanced on him. The way she moved was hypnotizing. "I only promise to try," he matched the movement of her hips, staying on the balls of his feet as he watched her closely. He shot a look over his shoulder to his female friends who were nodding and cheering him on from their table. His eyes returned to Giselle as he put his hands on her bare hips and gasped. He'd forgotten how hot her flesh felt. The slight sheen of sweat on her body made her immaculate skin come to life underneath the neon lights. As her hips ground against him, he savoured every vibration. As he started to grasp the effect she was having on him, he gave her an open mouthed smile. "I think I'm a little out of my depth here," he teased playfully." He pressed his fingertips into her sides for a moment, biting his lip as he recalled how amazing those curves felt in his hands.

Wait a minute. Organically, he followed. His movements were quite fluid, though there was clearly some nervousness in his eyes. Despite that, he kept pace with her. "Sorry if I look confused, I'm used to doing swing dance and jazz", he called out over the music as he watched her body move. He quickly saw the sensuality in her movements. He found himself biting his lip as he followed suit, amazed by her poise and grace in those heels. Meanwhile, he was already sweating. Was it from the heat or his nerves? He couldn't say. "Damn, you are good!"

The wink made him back off. She still wants me. His bold move had served its purpose. His warm smile turned sinister. "Oh, I don't think it's a waste at all. You look magnificent." Now that he was up close, he could really take in her outfit. Strappy heels, bold fishnets, slits in her knee length skirt, and this incredible top that accentuated her chest perfectly. "Would you want to dance? I'll warn you I'm not the best at it." He held out his hand and inclined his head slightly, almost like he was bowing. It looks like a supplicating gesture. But really, he was dangling a hook in front of her, with himself as bait. He favoured her with a wink of his own.

His self-consciousness evaporated. His nervous smile turned into a warm one. He gazed approvingly at her outfit a few short seconds. His eyes met her and he smiled. "I'm out with some friends from work. What brings you out?" He put his hand on the bar behind her, this posture closing the gap between them ever so slightly. He was getting in her personal space, his chest inches from her ample bosom, highlighted by the studded bra she wore. He had no intention of kissing her or making physical contact but this bold stance would allow him to gauge if he still lit a fire in her. "You look amazing, by the way." His eyes fluttering downward again, then meeting hers again, now half hooded.

Months later, Grant found himself at a club at the insistence of his work colleagues. He had ingratiated himself with three young women at the magazine he'd begun working at. They insisted he come out to have some fun and be on hand in case any undesirable men decided to put the moves on them so he could swoop in and pretend to be their boyfriends. Dressed in a lilac dress shirt and tight but stretchy gray dress pants that showed off his toned thighs and ass, he cut a fairly handsome figure, though his confidence was somewhat undercut by being out of his element. Nevertheless, he took a seat with his three lady friends and scanned the bar. His heart caught in his throat. There, leaning over the bar, her back to him was Gisele. Suddenly, his shame from having more or less ghosted her turned to regret. Who was this woman, dressed in a leather skirt with fishnet stockings and... just a bra? He informed his companions he had to say hi to a friend. He made his way towards her and tapped on her shoulder, armed with nothing but his drive and a nervous smile.

The guilt of what he'd done receded quickly as she wrapped her lips around his cock. He was so sensitive. He'd never cum so hard in his life. As he watched her work, he saw his white seed all over her dark breasts. He felt himself stiffen a little in her mouth and even managed to smile. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her off him by her hair. He brought his lips to hers so he enjoy his own right from her lips... @Harmony Frost

Grant could have blown his load right there at her words but he maintained control. He pulled out of her quickly. Put his hands on her shoulders and flipped her unceremoniously onto her back. He straddled her hips and furiously stroked his cock until finally, he came. He came and came and came. Spurts of cum on her lips, her eyes, her necks, her breasts, her nipples. He had to put a hand down on the bed to steady himself. "Oh fuck... holy fuck..." He could have fallen over then but he looked up to see her chocolate skin covered in his white hot seed. It was the sexiest things he'd ever experienced. @Harmony Frost

"Good girl," he snarled. Her confession made him get really hot. He knew he would cum soon. The way her hips gyrated and her pussy constricted around him. He mustered his focus. "And because you're so good, I'll give you a treat." He slowed a little but still went hard. "I'll let you choose where I finish. How do you like that?" He laughed softly in her ear, running his tongue along it. @Harmony Frost

Did he mean to wake her up? This was better than he could have hope for. "Whatever I want," he answered in a raspy voice. He pounded her even harder. She was into it. He knew it. But she didn't want to say so. He decided to encourage her. He put one of his hands in her hair and pulled back to really get her attention. "Tell daddy how much you like it," he bellowed as his tongue found its way into her ear. @Harmony Frost

Grant started to pump a little harder. Each time he did, he'd brush gently against her ass. Grant began to wonder what it would feel like to really feel that ass against his pelvis. The thought was too tempting. Without slipping out of her, he brought her legs together underneath him so he could straddle them. He then started to pump again and without meaning to, he began applying a little more pressure to each stroke. "Oh fuck," he muttered under his breath. She's even tighter like this! He couldn't take it anymore. He drew his hips back and started ramming her hard, her ass cushioning him with each pump. @Harmony Frost

"Oh fuck," Grant whispered. Was she always this hot? Going slowly let him appreciate how the heat that emanated from her heavenly pussy. He positioned himself so he was making as little contact with her body as possible. The entire sensation was focused around his swollen manhood inside her. Going slow was so sweet. And the risk made him feel that much harder inside her. This was so wrong but so kinky. The conflict made him tremble in delight. "Oh yes... oh yeah..." he moaned as softly as he could. @Harmony Frost

God, she tastes good. Warm, sticky and sweet. Like honey. Grant licked her folds more intently. He just wanted to warm her up a bit. That's all I'm doing. This isn't so wrong. He was only licking her clit, fingering her pussy, just enough so she wouldn't wake. He make the mistake of inhaling. Oh god. That smell. He had to have her again. But if he woke her now, she might wonder why she was already so wet. His thoughts were a mess. If I'm gentle... maybe she won't notice. He moved between her thighs, ready to take her from behind. He rubbed his cock against her lips, seeing if she woke. When she didn't, he pressed inside her slowly, holding his breath, hoping she wouldn't feel that. @Harmony Frost

Grant began to stroke himself while looking at her but it was no good. He was left handed so his arm was pinned. All he had to do was just get it free- OH. He looked at her. Then at his cock. He thought a moment. I should just wake her. It would be easier. Terrible terrible thoughts came to him. I really shouldn't. He slid away from her, lying her gently on her belly. He spread her legs slowly and moved one of her knees up to raise her pelvis. Then he noticed she was already glistening. He moved between her legs. He thought about how wrong this was just as his made contact with her pussy. @Harmony Frost

Grant woke suddenly, forgetting where he was. When he moved, Giselle murmured in her sleep. Oh right, he realized. His arm still around her waist as she cuddled close to him. Her thigh was just over his hips and when he shifted slightly, she slid down a touch. "Ohhh..." He felt himself harden. He looked down at himself and slipped out of his boxers, carefully. He wrapped his right hand around his cock and began to stroke, trying not to wake Giselle. @Harmony Frost

Grant's hands found his way to her perfect breasts again, his fingers gently fondling her nipples. "Oh, I'm sure you could persuade me to stick around..." His hands slithered down her back and cupped her ass. He gently guided her hips up and down. "Mmmm… That feels nice." @Harmony Frost

"Oh fuck! Giselle!" Grant buried his face in her breasts as he lost all sense of focus on what he was doing, totally overwhelmed at the pleasure of his climax. As she shuddered violently against his body, he felt heat bloom within him, spreading from his toes to his cheeks, and then it really hit him. In great bursts, he came violently, filling her hungry maw with blast after blast of his seed. Now he was shuddering too, totally overwhelmed. When he finally regained his composure, he answered her with a long and tender kiss. "Oh wow... That was unreal." @Harmony Frost

"Oh fuck, this is too much," he cried, rolling his hips into her hungry void. He reached up and unclasped her bra, pulling it aside. He was done with teasing. He aggressively groped and squeezed her breasts. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples, swirling his tongue around them. When she begged him to fill her, all reason and rationality deserted him. He wanted to leave her dripping with his cum. But he wasn't sure he could do it like this. "Oh god, I wanna cum inside you so badly. Oh, fuck me!" @Harmony Frost

"Oh my god, Giselle! This is divine!" Her pussy became the world. "So tight, wet, and hot!" He started to go faster. He didn't know how much longer he could go on but he knew he didn't want it to end now. His eyes went to her breasts again and an idea came to him. He slowed down and put arms around her, lifting her onto his lap so she could straddle him while he sat back on the couch. He looked up at her. "Ride me," he begged as he nuzzled at her breasts, still trapped within her lace bra. @Harmony Frost

Grant heaved and grunted as he thrust into her. Her pleading and moans encouraging him to go faster, harder, deeper. He tried to pace himself but she was just so enticing. The feel of her body writhing against his, the smell of her perfume mingled with fresh sweat, the taste of her lips, the sound of her moans, the faces she made as he fucked her. He couldn't help it. "Mmmm… Deeper... Like this, baby?" He drew his hips all the way back and slammed into her hard. And then again. And again. @Harmony Frost

That settled it. Grant pressed the tip between her lips. "God, you're so wet and warm." He took a deep breath, then began slowly pressing inside her, savouring the feeling little by little. "I'll just make sure I don't cum inside you," he muttered as he pushed the length of himself inside her. "Oh," he moaned as he felt his pelvis connect with hers. "Oh, fuck. You're so tight." He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair from her face... … and then he started to thrust, slowly but deeply, pulling away and pushing back in, over and over. His breathing became uneven and ragged. "Oh Giselle." @Harmony Frost

As Giselle slipped out of her dressed, Grant finished the work she started, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. He climbed off the couch a moment and slipped off his pants and boxer briefs, climbing between her legs once again. He couldn't wait to have those strong thighs against his hips, and those stockings rubbing against his sides. His cock was already glistening with precum. He began rubbing it against her lips teasingly. Then he froze. "Oh shit. I don't have a condom." @Harmony Frost

Grant's ego swelled at her words. When she pulled him on top of her with strength that surprised him, he felt his swollen cock brush against her thighs, aching to be free of his pants. "Oh, I just wanted to cuddle," he murmured sarcastically, punctuating his comment by noisily removing his belt. As she undid his shirt, he pawed at her breasts. "I want this dress off," he growled. @Harmony Frost

Grant delighted In her moans and the way her body contracted as he worked. When she released into his mouth, he squealed in delight. "Mmm!" This whole time he'd been eating her pussy, he'd barely taken time to taste her. Rich, thick, with a mild sweetness that make her taste like honey. Even as she came, he continued licking her, toying with her just a little longer so she could ride out her orgasm on her still moving tongue. He pulled back and giggled at her, using his fingers to wipe her juices off his face. He then licked and sucked them clean in front of her, smiling all the while. "Mmmm… I'm at a loss for words. That was really something." @Harmony Frost

Grant did not let up. When she rolled her hips into his mouth, he took hold of both her legs to steady his head. As she pressed his head further towards her, burrowed into her. Her smell and taste were intoxicating. Her cries were maddening. He could have eaten her pussy all night. His tongue massaged her every wall, vigorously. Then, when it seemed like he couldn't add anything more, the tips of his fingers joined the sensation, massaging her swollen lips as his tongue focused on her hot spot. He couldn't stop moaning into her. It was too good. @Harmony Frost