An Unexpected Trip to the Promised Land

I used to hang out at Theplayers Club. When that club closed, I decided to open my own place. I call it, The Hot Spot.

I wanted it to be more of an upscale club, so I always dressed classy.

My attire for that evening consisted of a red satin tank top with thin spaghetti straps, a black satin skirt with a slit on the right side, cfm 5” stilettos in black, a black garter belt, and off black hose with seams up the back of my legs.

I remember this one particular Saturday night, September 29th to be exact. There were a few regulars there. Bat was talking with Tarnishedknight. Billybroadband, Asleep and Gamergirl were talking amongst themselves. My guy Dirt, had taken over providing videos and I was behind the bar, wiping it down.

We had the usual amount of “poppers,” you know the ones that pop in and before you can say “hello,” they pop out, and a few faceless avatars, which is par for the course.

Dirt had just put the video “Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress” up. I love that song. I stopped what I was doing to watch it. I crossed my arms on the bar and I was swaying to the beat of the music.

The back door swung open and a cold breeze rushed in. I remember being annoyed and slammed it shut. I returned to the bar.

Something was different. It was as if time stood still. The lights were very dim and the video was freeze framed. I couldn’t hear or see anyone.

“What the fuck is going on?” I said out loud.

That’s when it happened.

I was standing at the bar, and I had the feeling, someone was behind me.

Before I got the chance to turn around, a silky sash covered my eyes.

A voice whispered in my ear, “Shhhhhh.”

A finger was placed over my lips; “Just relax,” he said.

The rolodex in my mind was spinning at warped speed.

Who was this guy?

I didn’t recognize the voice because it was never louder than a whisper.

I felt his hands on my shoulders. He was gently massaging them. I felt the tension release from my body and I relaxed. He was working his hands down my arms and raised my hands to rest on the bar. Next his hands traced the outline of my body from my shoulders to my ankles. My body was responding to his touch and it felt good.

He put his foot between my feet and spread my legs apart. His hands were now on the inside of my legs and he was working his way up. When he reached my thighs I let out a soft moan.

He was rubbing, caressing and kissing my inner thighs. I was sure he felt how wet he was making me when his hand brushed over my pussy. I felt him unsnap each garter and then he gently rolled down my stockings. He unzipped my skirt and let it drop to my feet.

“Nice baby, I like commando style, it’s very convenient,” he whispered.

He picked me up and sat me on the bar. He raised my arms, removed my top and unhooked my bra in a flash.

I felt his breath getting closer to my erect nipples. His tongue circled my areola and then he nibbled on my nipple. My breathing was rapidly increasing when he began sucking my other one.

Not being able to control my passion, my mind and body completely surrendered to this stranger. I was going to be a willing participant in his game.

“What is it that you want?” I whispered to him.

“You, I want all of you,” was his reply.

I laid down on the bar and I felt his hands lift my legs over his shoulders. He placed his hands under my ass and raised me up to meet his welcoming mouth.

He licked my hot, wet dripping pussy with his tongue and I started thrusting my hips to him. My hands were pushing his head deeper.

I felt him push his fingers inside me and I started moaning with pleasure. His finger fucking was so intense, along with his tongue licking and biting my clit that, I felt myself reaching an orgasm, which I have only experienced a few times in my life.

The electricity I felt with this man was blowing my mind. Stranger or not, I wanted and needed more.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged.

“Stop? Babe I’m just getting started,” he said.

He continued making love to my pussy like a virtuoso playing a fine instrument.

His precision, with his well-trained tongue and fingers, had me squirting like a punctured water balloon.

Wiping my juices all over my chest and stomach, his tongue made long strokes up my body. I felt chills up and down my spine.

He placed a finger to my mouth and I caressed it with my tongue. When another was placed there, I sucked them both in and envisioned me sucking his cock.

I grabbed his hand and licked his fingers from the bottom to the top. I encircled the tips of his fingers with my tongue. He was moaning with pleasure and I knew he would want more.

I heard him unzip his pants.

He lifted me up and sat me down on the brass foot rail behind the bar.

When his cock touched my lips I stuck my tongue out. I tasted my sweet juices mixed with his salty pre-cum.

I placed my right hand under his balls and I caressed them softly. My left hand held on to his rock hard cock.

I started circling the engorged head with my tongue, while stroking the shaft up and down.

I’ve had this cock in my mouth before, but in my sexual frenzy, I couldn’t really focus on whose it was.

Deeper and deeper I sucked his cock in, pass my gag reflex, I was deep-throating him. He was holding my head with one hand while his other was twisting my nipples.

The veins on his cock were pulsating and I knew that any moment he would shoot his load deep inside my throat.

I began sucking harder, deeper and faster. It caused an eruption inside my mouth, like a volcano. I couldn’t swallow his cum fast enough. Cum was dripping out the corners of my mouth, down my chest.

Once again my virtuoso used his tongue and started licking it up.

“What now?”

I was certain that he had accomplished his goal.

“You and I need a shower,” he said.

Only a handful of people knew about the shower in the back room.

Garrett Carr, theplayer, had it installed, because many times he came straight from the beach, and didn’t have time to shower at home.

So off to the shower I was led. I was in front of him and he had his hands on my shoulders, guiding me. I heard him adjusting the water.

I was reaching up to untie my blindfold. I then felt his hand clenched over mine.

“Not just yet, just a little longer and then I will gladly remove it,” he said.

I sighed and said, “Fine.”

The shower door slid open and I stepped in. The water temperature was perfect. He closed the shower door and with my back to him, started kissing my neck and tonguing my ears.

I was getting aroused again and he knew it.

His left arm was under my breasts and his right hand was soaping me up.

The smell of vanilla and lavender filled my senses. I was totally relaxed and hornier than hell.

“Fuck me now, please,” I begged.

He bent me over and with my hands on the shower bench, I felt him fingering my hole. It was great, but when he started eating me out, I came on the spot.

That must have been his plan, because next I felt the tip of his cock, probing my sweet spot.

I pushed myself back, so I could experience the pleasures of having his massive cock, buried deep inside me.

With each deep thrust, I knew he was reaching the Promised Land.

My head was having mini explosions and I was now becoming very loud and verbal.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, YESSSSSSS, FUCK ME HARDER, DEEPER, FASTER. MMMMMMMMMMM.”

I didn’t care if anyone could hear me. I just knew what I wanted and I wanted it NOW.

My thighs were aching and I knew I was close to achieving an orgasm that you only read about.

When the cymbals starting going off inside my head and my knees became weak, we erupted together, like Mount Saint Helens spurting our “lava” everywhere.

His grunting and moaning made me know he felt the magic too.

The minute we reached the Promised Land together, I knew it was a special moment that we would always share.

After he rinsed us off and shut the water, I heard the shower door open.

Was he gone?

Who was he?

I untied the sash that covered my eyes and stepped out of the shower.

My blurry eyes were trying to adjust to the figure that was before me.

“Terry? Is that you?”