Goth: the Stroke

     Goth lay naked next to me in bed. Her beautiful, sweaty, brown skinned, tattooed body shined in the candle light. I laid on my back, my hands tied to the bed post. We had been going at it hot & heavy all night. Our sex is always kinky & hot, with lots of pain. I love having sex with her. She brings out my darkest impulses.
     As I laid there being held as a willing hostage, Goth started stroking my cock. In no time, it was rock solid & throbbing. He hand moved slowly up & down the shaft, carressing my love muscle with each skilled stroke. Goth spit in her hands to lubricate it as her hands worked her magic.
     We kissed for a while as she stroked me. Then, Goth slid upwards & fed her left breast to my mouth, having me bite her pierced nipple. I twirled my tongue around her nipple piercing, drawing a pattern. Then, I started sucking & biting her nipple, switching between the two.

     After a few minutes of switching between biting & sucking her nipple & eventually doing the same to her other nipple, Goth decided that she was going to concentrate on making me cum. She slid down my body, positioning herself between my legs. Her tongue started licking my balls as her hand continued stroking my cock, now almost ready to explode. Her tongue & lips suckled my balls, making them pop in her mouth. Seductively, her mouth moved up & down my balls, her hand increasing it's rhythm up & down my shaft.
     After a while, I couldn't take any more. My hands tightly gripped the bed post & my body heaved upwards as my cock erupted, shooting a creamy white stream of cum onto my chest. Goth kept stroking & stroking, pumping my cock until all of my cum had emptied. Then, Goth slid upwards to my chest & licked the cum off of my chest, feeding herself my goodness. A job well done, Goth. A job well done.

NYC: the VIP Room

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     The vip room. A place where the priviledged section themselves off to feel more important. Of course, there are some benefits to having a private area. In some clubs, you can do whatever you want & security will look the other way.
     Such was the case early last year. I first spotted her as she came into the section with her boyfriend. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress. She & I exchanged glances for most of the night. She had a smile that could stop a room cold. Lots of guys were looking at her but she & I kept locking eyes, even when she was sitting next to her guy.
     Her boyfriend was drunk & drugged out of her mind. She clearly wasn't having a good time & got up to go dance. As she danced, her boyfriend invited a few ladies that he apparently knew over to the table. After a while, her guy started making out with the ladies. That was dumb move number one.
     Dumb move number two was to take some coke out of his pocket, undo one of the girl's shirts, & put a line of coke onto one of her breasts & sniff it off. That's something you don't do in a club, even in one who has a very liberal policy.
     This got the attention of security, who asked him to leave. Security didn't catch him first. His girlfriend did, who came over, slapped both him & the girl with her breast hanging out, & threw a drink on them, screaming that she didn't want to see him again. As security was about to get rid of all of them, I had a talk with the bouncer, who was a good friend of mine, & told him what went down. I got him to let her stay but to get rid of the other ones. Basically, I lied to him by telling him that she was with me & that the other ones started shit. It seemed believable, considering the boyfriend's condition.
     Off went the boyfriend & the other women & his now exgirlfriend stayed. A few minutes later, she came over to me & thanked me. We talked for a while. She was bright & funny. I couldn't understand why the boyfriend would've treated this woman in such a bad manner. Our conversation became sexier. Our bodies became closer. Eventually, our lips interlocked passionately. Our tongues explored each others mouths. We wanted each other in a bad way & we weren't going to make it back to my place. Thankfully, she was thinking the same thing & took matters into her own hands.
     She took my hand & let me to the ladies room. When we got there, there were a few people in the stalls but none of them were going to the bathroom. One woman was doing a line of coke on a mirror, while two women were doing each other in one stall. We took the next stall. I knelt down, yanked down her panties, & split her legs. Her legs rested on my shoulders while my tongue went to work on her pussy. She was already wet & grinded her hips against my face, moaning softly. I sped up my movements so that I could make her cum quickly, which didn't take long at all. She tasted so good.
     Once she calmed down, I took her off my shoulders & stood up. I pulled down my pants, stroked on my cock to get it rock hard, lifted her up, & put her against the stall wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I guided my cock into her tight wet pussy. She positioned her hips so that she could take in every inch.
     I started with long deep strokes. She demanded more & started grinding her hips in unison with my thrusts. I decided to pick up the pace & drove into her with hard, fast strokes. As I started fucking her harder, our eyes locked, as did our breathing. Our moans & grunts mixed with the moans of the ladies having sex in the next stall. I grabbed the top of the stall to get more penetration into her.
     She started shaking again as she came over my cock. She wanted me to pull out so that she could taste herself on my cock. I took her off of me & she knelt down. Her lips felt great as she cleaned off my cock, enjoying her pussy juices. She worked the head of my cock so hard & fast that I shot a load in no time flat. She sucked it all in & swallowed it whole.
     After that adventure, we went back to my place & continued. We've had many adventures since. For those of you wondering how I met Blasian, the woman I had sex with in the stall is her.