She stood out, seemed to fill the whole room. Her long blonde hair, ruby red lipstick, and that outfit. Covering her pale flesh was, about her breasts, was the tiniest of tube tops. Red leather that revealed cleavage, and ran only two inches beneath her breasts, narrowing at the back. From its top hung cords or the same red leather, perhaps a foot long. Her miniskirt gave way to red back-seamed fishnet stockings that ran down athletic legs into calf length boots with little gold filigree about the bottom of their five inch heels. The bar was, well, just a bar. And she kept looking at me, smiling, winking in between conversations with other men who approached her to briefly sit and then leave.

"Last chance," she mouthed at me when one walked away. At least, I think that's what she mouthed. A bit drunk, I summoned the courage to do something I never would have otherwise, I rose and walked over to the bar.

"May I?" Her eyes widened and she tilted her head to stare at me. To avoid further awkwardness, I sat. We spoke for a few minutes, throughout which she kept laying her hands upon me, smiling, kissing the air.

"It'd be great if we could get in touch again," she said all too soon.

"Can I have your number?" I stammered.

She held both hands above her head, and cried "Yes!" in a muted roar. When she saw me smiling smugly, she said, "I don't mean to dash your hopes, Romeo. It's just that I've set a new record. Twenty-five numbers in two hours and forty minutes." She turned and waved at some women sitting in one of the booths, dressed like normal patrons. "You, though. You're different. You're either incredibly shy or . . . no. A handsome young man like you." She grabbed my leg and spun my stool to face hers, then spread my knees. Addressing my penis, she said, "Do you have an aversion to being eaten alive?" She looked into my eyes and I could see the wrinkled creases at the corners of hers. "The options are these. I can take you to your car. I can take you home. Or we can get drunk together. Any would be good for you, trust me."

Lost in her eyes, I said only, "I want to fuck you."

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "If you cum in your pants for me, I'll suck it out." Then, smiling, "Let's hit the road then."

We chose my car as I seemed to be in better control of myself. She lounged back in the passenger seat, tilting it back to an almost horizontal position. Lying in it askew, boot up on the dash, she began to massage her breasts through her top. "I can't believe you've never been with a woman before. What do you think about when you play with yourself?"

"The normal stuff, I guess. Being tied up. Being teased. Women being fucked by dogs."

"Oh, you're cute. What do you think I intend to do to you?"

"I'm just concentrating on not doing anything stupid."

"Stop then. Or wait. Don't, not till you're a bit more at ease." Her top was off now and she was pinching her nipples. "God, I love my breasts. Don't they turn you on? They turn me on, just looking at them. So soft. I can't wait to feel your cock head touch them, oozing out cum in a trail that you'll lick up while you worship me like the goddess I am." I just stared at her. She folded her hands behind her head and said, "You'll see. Do you smell that? My pussy's even sweeter than my mouth."

We walked in the dark to her front porch where she squeaked loudly when the lights turned on. I did my best to conceal her bare breasts from view as she opened the door. Once inside, I leaned in for a kiss. She pulled back. "Not yet." I followed her farther into the main room as she unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor, the fishnets holding up on their own. Dropping to my knees, I took in the aroma of her pussy, a heady, promising haze that took me off to another world. No sooner did my tongue touch her shaved lips than she turned. Taking her butt cheeks in my hands, I kneaded them ravenously, kissing the soft flesh. The tone of her hum rose each time I passed over her crack and, finally, I spread her cheeks and probed her asshole with my tongue. "Atta boy," she said as my tongue slid inside her. For long minutes, I knelt there, grinding my face into her ass for the deepest penetration I could establish as she sighed and ground her ass right back into me. "Boy, you're good at that, a born ass kisser. Eat out my naughty girl hole and I'll suck your cock. But not yet." I realized, from her gasps and sighs, that she had begun touching herself, getting hot while I massaged her insides with my tongue. "That's enough," she cooed. I rose. "Did you get a good taste?" I stood dumbstruck before her and allowed her to kiss me, her tongue sliding into my mouth with a passion I had never experienced. Letting out a groan, I began to return the kiss, wanting it to never end. When she pulled away, she motioned to the chair. "Clothes off, silly," she said as I moved towards it. Freeing myself from my shoes and pants, I sat down to remove my shirt. "No strip show?" she asked with a phony sigh. "We're going to have to work on you."

She fell between my legs and confronted my limp penis, frowning up at me. Playing with it did no good. "You're scared out of your mind, aren't you?" she asked with a grin. "I know just the thing. Be right back." She trotted off down the hall, boots clacking on the laminated wood floor and returned momentarily with a necktie. "One of my ex's," she said and proceeded to drape the tie around my eyes and knot it behind my head. Darkness consumed me. "Oh, I almost forgot. One more thing." I waited in anticipation, not so much afraid as shaken, shaking even, only not visibly. Shaking beneath my skin. The next thing I felt was her hair on my shoulder and my earlobe in her mouth. I gasped, then gradually began to warm as I became used to the feeling. Lips brushed against mine, hands rubbing my chest, and her voice, "You're going to feel so good so soon. Everything will make sense to you, what you've wanted all these years since you were twelve or thirteen, looking at pictures on the computer, doing everything you could to get off in new and wonderful ways. It feels so much better with a partner, doesn't it?" My nipple was in her mouth and still her hands moved over me, gradually calming me as I struggled with fears I didn't understand. She mounted me and grasped my hair, the heat and wet of her bald pussy slit pressing into my stomach. Kissing me again, for a long time, she pulled back. "Are you a good boy? Will you get hard now?" I nodded and felt the most amazing thing in the world. It made me yelp and buck.

"What was that?" I asked.

It came again, and I cried out, begging for her to stop. She laughed and my half-erect dick was engulfed on warmth. I sighed, relaxing truly for the first time and began to grow harder in her mouth. When I was fully erect, she pulled back. "Tell me about being younger," she said, a hand seizing my cock and slowing running up and down. "Tell me what you wanted."

"I wanted sex. I wanted a pussy. I wanted this."

"Did you want it nice and slow and romantic or did you want it fast and hard?"


"Yes, those dirty women in those magazines. They're very fuckable." Again her mouth. She guided me with her hands to slide down in the chair. "I have to warn you," she told me. "This might feel very, very good." I felt a soft pressure in my ass crack and then, suddenly, something very large sliding into me. I gasped. "It doesn't hurt?" she asked. I shook my head. "Reminds you of old times, I bet. All those things you put up there when you were young to make it all more intense. It's all the same." A wet caress on the head of my dick. "Same principle. Only there are products made for what you were doing." Her mouth engulfed me again and I relaxed, growing hard again. The thing in my ass started moving in and out, lightening storms of pleasure all around it, except the very end. It exerted a hard pressure deep inside me that with every thrust reminded me of how fully I was penetrated. Soon, very soon I was whining gibberish.

"Shitter. Fuck. God, you. Make me. You whore, your mouth. Jesus Christ! I never. I need you, need you, need this, need you. Fucking mouth cunt asshole. I swear, I never."

Her head withdrew. "Never what?" she asked.

"Never had more than this."

"What am I to you? Be honest. First thing that pops into your head."

"Whore, goddess, devil woman."

"Is there anything in your head now besides what I'm doing to you?"

I shook my head.

"What does that make me?"


"That's right. And don't you dare forget. I'm your universe right now. Alpha. Omega. Die for me." She slid the dildo in and out as she spoke. "You will know me before the night's through, and what I'm doing for you, to you."

Off in the blackness, I felt her mouth descend on me again. Whining and begging, swearing subservience and fealty to Everything, I began to feel pressure in my balls. "Goddess. Whore. Suck me. Fuck me. Make me beg. Make me love and obey." I began to spurt in her mouth and she didn't stop, milking every last bit of cum from me until my cock began to recede.

She pulled the dildo out and draped herself over me, her breasts on my chest, her fingers in my hair. A kiss, another long one, the taste of my own cum. "Thank you for that," she said. "But cut the love shit." She began to grind her pussy into my belly, smearing her hot oil on my skin. "Does that feel good, love?" She put a finger to my lips. "I don't want you to talk, or I'll have to gag you. Now stand up. That's good. Keep hold of my hand. The path to the table is clear." Surprising carefree, I decided she was worth trusting and let myself be led. "Good, now grab hold of it and spread your legs some."

Worried that she would use the dildo again, I did as she asked. Horribly exposed and blinded, I stood gripping the edge of the table, ass back, legs spread, knees bent. The first thing I felt was a light scraping on my butt. The pressure grew and grew until it was almost painful. Her fingernails? Then the same thing, but at a different angle, a crosshatching of rawness. There was only a second's pause before the first blow came, a sharp string that made me yelp.

"No talking," she reminded me. And so I stood there, muffling my cries of pain as best I could. Slowly, my ass cheeks grew numb to the pain and very, very hot. She allowed me a few minutes of this before grabbing my ass with her hands and kneading it. Exquisite relief. I would have done anything for her at that moment. A hand began fondling my balls and I began to grow hard again. "Come," she said, touching my hand. I took it and let her lead me. Suddenly she pushed me and I fell backward into a chair that I barely managed to keep upright. She sank down on top of me and what must have been her pussy surrounded my cock with wet warmth. "How does it feel to be a man?" she asked and tugged my blindfold free.

The face in front of me was not the same face I saw in the bar. The bold, almost whorish makeup had been replaced by touch of eyeliner and maybe a bit of lipstick. It was hard to tell. "Touch my titties, baby," she instructed. Reluctantly, I grasped one in each hand. "I told you," she smiled. "Soft and oh so perfect for you." She pushed my hands away and leaned forward, dragging her nipples up and down my torso as she rode me. And then the kiss. Tender and slow. My head began to spin. "Tell me that you love me," she said.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Tell me that you love me."

"I don't know."

"God. I'm going to cum on your fucking cock. I'm going to make you a part of me. Part of your soul will be forever mine. You'll know it too when you scream."

"I love you?"

"I'm beautiful, a bitch, yours completely, yours to consume with that primal lust you've held inside for a decade." She kissed me again, biting my lower lip hard. "I'm a fucking goddess."

"God, I love you!" I cried. "I'm cumming for you!"

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "You'll cum for me a thousand times. You'll spill your seed on your belly with my face, my body in your head. I've ruined you, my poor boy. You'll never forget."