Sometimes, all I want is a good fucking! No feelings involved, no emotional connection, no strings attached. Just pure, unadulterated, animalistic sex. I wonder what it would feel like to meet some stranger at a social gathering and have him take me somewhere quiet so he could fuck me silly!
I have this fantasy of meeting a complete stranger at some sort of club. We'd make eye contact from across the room and the immediate attraction between us would be undeniable. I'd be wearing a simple black, spaghetti strap cocktail dress.
I have perfectly rounded, firm 36C cup tits! There's no need for me to wear a bra. I'd only be wearing a black lace thong. My 6 inch high heeled sandals would be black and strappy. They would definitely show off my perfect feet. I'd be feeling extremely sexy and very adventurous!
This sexy stranger would walk over to me in a busy nightclub. Perhaps he'd offer to buy me a drink, and I'd gladly accept. The look of desire would be evident in his eyes, the sheer intensity of his gaze would send shivers down my spine! I imagine that he'd be wearing a black pants, a black shirt, and his top 3 buttons would be undone. I would have a clear view of his muscular hairless chest, and I would probably have to sit down on my hands to prevent myself from touching him. His hair would definitely be short and spiky, but it would be soft to the touch. He'd be gorgeous of course, he'd be so sexy and deliciously naughty looking all rolled into one package!
Desire would consume me. I'd be completely intoxicated by this gorgeous stranger, like some sort of drug which instantly gets me high. Delicious tingles would course through every vein in my body. His hypnotic gaze would leave me drunk with need. Raw lust would take over every atom of my being. The raw lust would leave me breathless and panting like some bitch in heat, knowing nothing else except a desperate need for release! I wouldn't want to know his name, and I wouldn't want to tell him mine.
My fantasy with my gorgeous stranger...
I'm leaning into him, dancing hypnotically to the music and breathing in his masculine scent. I keep on touching his arms and leaning against his chest, making it perfectly clear that I'm attracted to him. I'm swaying my hips seductively from side to side, as I sip the drink he's offered me. Damn, whatever it is, it definitely has the desired effect on me. As I place the glass down, I can feel the heat from the liquid travelling through my body and settling deliciously at my pussy.
I'm tipsy and I'm loving the boldness that comes with this state of mind. I dance more seductively, more purposely, letting one of my shoulder straps slip off. I feel the material sliding over my breast and I lift my head to meet his gaze. The material rubs against my nipple and the feeling is delicious. My nipple gets hard beneath the fabric and this is the only reason the material hasn't slipped off yet. He lowers his gaze and notices that my strap has slipped off. He takes his hand and plays with the strap, not quite putting it back up my shoulder, but his fingers stroke my arm and I moan softly. I'm biting my bottom lip and he notices. He groans inwardly. It looks like it's becoming too much for him. He suddenly grabs my arms and turns around pulling me along with him as he tries to bulldoze his way through the crowd.
We're finally in some dark corner, away from the lights, the music and the crowd. He immediately pins me up against the wall. His body is completely against mine, his lips only inches away from my mouth. I put my hands around his neck and he kisses me deeply, passionately. I explore his mouth with my lips, with my tongue and he tastes divine. God, he kisses like a pro! I'm so horny, I'm so eager, I'm grinding my hips against his pelvis and I can feel his hardness against my stomach.
He slips both my straps off my shoulders and moves away to let my dress fall down, freeing my tits! He groans sexily and his hands are massaging my breasts. His thumb and forefinger play with a nipple, making it so hard. God, it feels so good! I'm whimpering delightedly and his mouth is on my breast, playing with me, sucking on my nipple, driving me crazy with pleasure. I arch my back, inviting myself to him. I need him, I need all of him, I need him all over me!
I feel hideously naughty right now and I absolutely love this feeling. The thought of being with this man is so intoxicating, it feels as if I'm on an ultimate high...
He grabs hold of my waist and squeezes it appreciatively, before continuing his delicious assault down to the hem of my dress. I'm wearing a plain satin thong, and his fingers slide underneath my hem to slide up my thigh and he slowly caresses the side of my thong. His hand slides up all the way in and settles on my hairless triangle.
He's teasing me, and fuck, I'm loving it! I'm so wet my thong is completely soaked. He smiles when he touches the fabric and feels my wetness. His index finger dips inside my thong and he slides his finger up and down my sopping wet clit. He brings his index finger to his lips, and I watch, mesmerized. He slides his finger into his mouth, and sucks on it! Oh fuck!
I instinctively spread my legs apart. Fuck! I'm giddy with need! I need to be taken by him now. I need to be his wanton little slut! I need him to acknowledge me as his filthy, sexy whore! God! I suddenly want him to own me, to completely own me. I want to be his naughty little girl. I want him to punish me for being a horny little slut!
I'm consumed by pure, raw, animalistic lust, delicious need, and an animalistic hunger I can't comprehend! His tongue snakes up my neck and then, his mouth is back on mine. He's kissing me deeply, hungrily, probing the depths of my mouth, playing with my tongue as his kisses become deeper, more urgent, wilder, and more forceful! I feel his hardness against my stomach.
God! It's delicious! Suddenly, both his hands are underneath my dress, and he slides my wet thong to the side. His fingers glide deliciously up and down my wet, swollen clit! He pauses for only a second at my entrance, before sliding his middle finger deep inside my pussy.
I'm gasping with pleasure against his mouth. He's fucking my pussy deliciously slow, and my head leans backwards, as my hips instinctively grind against his hand in a slow, steady rhythm. He then slides his index finger into me and increases his tempo! He finger fucks my pussy like an expert. His eyes never leave mine. I'm completely riveted! I'm consumed by him.
I'm only his, his wanton slut! He owns my body, and I've given him total control over me.
I'm whimpering against his mouth, begging for release, begging to be his whore, begging to be taken fully by him. He loves the way I'm begging him because he keeps telling me to behave myself like a good little girl. He keeps on instructing me not to cum until he says it's ok. I simply nod, moaning in pure ecstasy and sobbing against his mouth.
"God! I can't help myself baby, but I need to cum now! Please let me cum for you! Please baby! I need to cum now!"
I'm sobbing uncontrollably, and he seems to be losing all control. He groans huskily,
