Tommy King was at a crossroad in his life. Since school he'd worked a successful pizza franchise but was forced to go bankrupt after a failed marriage. Having never touched anything illicit, not even so much as a cigarette, his newfound underworld friends coached him with a different path. He quickly became a drug dealer in one of the craziest nightclubs in town. This club even issued VIP-membership lollypop look-alike key rings which doubled as a snorting devices!
Inness Bendsson, having emigrated with her family from Denmark when she was small, grew up in a middle class suburb. She is sharp yet witty and possesses exceptional social skills having been heavily involved in the local rowing club. But having to always live in the shadow of her younger brother, being an A-grade junior basketball player destined to go professional, caused a big rift in her family. The mismatch of attention from the parents messed with her head and she decided once she became of age she would move far away to start afresh.
In true form, her Scandinavian heritage is obvious. She is over six feet tall, athletically built yet slim, with ash-brown eyes, button nose and blond, straight hair. Her perky 34B tits complement her perfectly sculptured body, the result of countless hours into all things physical.
My name is Tommy, and everybody in the club knew me as the one to go to if you needed sorting. There was no bullshit, you’d get what you asked for every time. I am a nice guy, putting needs first before profits, unlike the rest who put their drug habits first.
You notice sexy people... It's four in the morning and the club is going off. With doof-doof tunes pumping and everyone peaking, you are sure as hell guaranteed to spot shirtless guys possessing chiselled, god-like bodies stomping on the podiums, their ruggedly muscled torsos glistening in the flashy lights for all to admire and envy. What you notice even more are the scantily clad babes wearing slutty mini dresses and high heeled fuck-me shoes competing for attention from these alpha males. By the end of the night all these hotties would have paired up and left for an amazing fuck session, whilst leaving the skanks and the fugglies to fend for themselves. That’s just how it is.
One girl really caught my eye. She was really tall and had a hot bod that made fitness models pale in comparison. Her sexy outfit oozed sex appeal in the flashy lights, bringing my eccy rush back on. Most refreshing was the energy she possessed as she danced innocently, without a care in the world of who was watching. No doubt she would have her pick of the buffed muscle-studs on the podium before the end of the night. There was no way in the world that this beauty would ever give me the eye. This was my justification to leave the club since I had business to attend anyway, sorting out a crew at an after party.
The suicide of the popular Jarrod Cook came as a major shock to the close-knit clubbing community, and those shock reverberations were echoed through some of my closest circles. I was the king of after parties, always making sure everyone was sorted. Eccies, lollies, bikkies, biscuits, flippers, pills... whatever you like to call them, ecstasy was my poison. Crushing many variants and mixing them with an array of other illicit substances and presenting them as meter lines for everyone to snort was one of my favourite party tricks.
It was the after party to celebrate the life of Jarrod, the after party where my world would be turned upside down. My eccy rush immediately kicked back in when I recognised a hot couple arriving in the driveway.
As the muscular stud got out of his Honda Prelude I noticed his bulging biceps, eight-pac, and monster pecs squeezed in a designer tank top three sizes too small. He towered over my five-foot, five-inches and I was freaking out fast. I was dumbstruck when the even taller girl got out on the passenger side and I immediately recognised her as the girl I ogled back at the club.
Her perfect C-cup tits, defying gravity in a flimsy white spandex top held together with spaghetti straps, had pointy nipples poking straight at my eyes. The midriff was a flat tanned hard surface with chiselled abs confirming she was a fitness freak. Her long firm legs were topped out by a very tight silver pvc mini barely covering her groin. With glistening, defined calves in those six-inch platform sandals, I had to stretch my neck to make eye contact!
Although it seemed they were the perfect couple you could tell they had been arguing in the car. It was like a knife could cut the air between them. This was going to be one interesting party.
“Hey, is this The Jarrod after-party?” His commanding tone dictating the atmosphere kind of put me off wanting to respond. It seemed his eyes were almost popping out from whatever he was on, not so uncommon with these clubbing fanatics. My immediate thoughts were he was on the royds as I noticed blemishes all over his skin.
I could only meekly respond with, “Hi, umm, Yes...” before I was cut off by the tall beauty in complete contrast.
“Hello, I’m Inness; lovely to meet you.” Her soft yet firm tone was like an angel had just spoken to me and her smile was even more delicious.
With churning butterflies in my gut I barely stuttered out my name. I couldn't help but admire her sexy body as she was hiking down that ridiculously short skirt down those long, muscled legs. I had to be discrete with my gawking since her huge, menacing boyfriend was right beside her and probably could concuss me with one blow should he catch me eying his prize. She could easily be a cover girl out of a fitness magazine, were my thoughts. I would pay to see these two fuck was all I could think next. The arrival of more cars quickly snapped me out of my trance and we all went inside.
With what seemed like hundreds in attendance I was kept busy with my shenanigans and didn’t get to speak with the couple again. It was during the course of the party the ecstatic atmosphere was charged and recharged over and over again such that the early morning turned into day and turned back to night. The emotional rollercoaster of celebrating a life cut short and the effects of illicit substances frazzling most people. In fact, it was not until near the end of the party that I surprisingly spotted the gorgeous Inness sitting on a sofa all by herself, completely and fried by the looks of it. With my rush suddenly kicking back in I courageously sat beside her.
“Hi, Inness, where did your boyfriend go? I asked.
“That asshole can go and get fucked,” she cowled.
My instincts to comfort her took over and I genuinely wanted to empathise with her, making sure she was okay. I quickly learnt her boy friend was a complete asshole and had left with another girl, leaving her all on her own just five minutes earlier. It was only natural for me to offer her a lift home. What timing, I thought!
All the way home we chatted like old friends. We got along so nicely, but I assumed she was in some kind of shocked state given what happened, and no doubt her frazzled state. For me it was amazing, I felt I was a lucky guy, since there was no way such a beauty would ever go home with an average dude like me. I must have really made her feel comfortable, with the forty-five minute drive to her place giving her a real good opportunity to unwind and relax.
I learnt she just turned nineteen and has been in town only about a month. For somebody so young she sure showed a maturity beyond any other girl I have spoken to. When she wasn’t clubbing on weekends she would work as a waitress in a fancy seafood restaurant. Being rostered to work that evening dinner shift I worried she needed some shut eye so she would function properly. I know how frazzlng the effects of exctasy can be!
It was already getting light and she asked me to come in for a green tea. I couldn’t believe my luck! This hotty, who just broken up with her muscle beefcake of a jerk boyfriend, invited me into her place! Maybe it was the effect of all the party drugs we had consumed, maybe it was just fate, but it was certainly an opportunity I wouldn't pass up in a hundred years.
Walking in front of me she suddenly bent over and fumbled with her keys to unlock the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes. With her ass almost in my face I could actually make out the contours of her G-string. The hemline of that flimsy skirt rode higher than my belt line and it was so transparent that I could make out the curves of her pussy lips. I was dumbstruck. Those long muscular legs, her defined sculpted calves and not to mention, those meaty firm thighs,"mmmm, yummy", so much for my eyes to feast on. I was now panting like a dog on heat as her ass was inches away from my face!
I didn't want her to think I was a pervert so I desperately needed to change my train of thought. Looking up, I focused on her upper torso, admiring her form objectively as opposed to sexually. 'She must be a rower,' I thought. I tried to convince myself she was just an aquaintance in need of some support.
I failed..
With keys still rattling I focused on the thin strips holding her top together, her top being a flimsy patch of satin-like fabric stretched out by her broad, muscular back and her gravity defying perky round tits.
Once inside I was surprised how small her home actually was. There was a small sink, a stove and a tiny table with one chair on one side. The small bed which doubled as her couch, I'm sure, seemed a logical place for me to sit. As I was about to sit down I was taken aback with her request.
“Stand still; I need to take these shoes off, sweetie, and I don't want to fall!” she instructed with a giggle.
She stood before me and firmly braced herself on my left shoulder with her right hand, then leaned her face over my right shoulder and finally raising her left thigh high enough so her knee nearly poked me under my arm pit. As she was jiggling about I aImost shot my load in my pants right there. I gawked at her short tight skirt that rode up so high that it revealed her neon yellow G-string. Completely flushed, I had to change my gaze to contain myself yet again, but to where? Looking up I had her perfectly round orbs of tit flesh literally bouncing in my face. And to know she was going to do all this again in reverse made my anticipation that much harder.
A thousand thoughts were flashing through my mind but I kept saying to myself, 'Is she toying with me?' By the time her strappy shoes were removed I was a nervous wreck. My heart fluttered as though I had won the lottery but my face must have been beetroot red. It flabbergasted me how far this girl went with me thus far, never dreaming of what she just did. Maybe she was flirting, maybe she was giving me signs she was horny. I was open to whatever came next.
I could only think of offering more ecstasy to calm my nerves and maybe get lucky with her. She was forthright in accepting it and as it kicked in all inhibitions disappeared. We sat back on the small bed, lying on our backs, chilling to the soft music playing on the radio. I turned around and stared at her sexy body and I stroked her hairline, which she reacted positively to. That was it. It would be now or never I thought. No more apprehending. I lunged in and gave her a peck on her neck, to which she responded by nuzzling up to me. I couldn’t believe my luck! I was kissing the hottest girl from the nightclub and she didn’t object.
We faced each other instantly embracing in a long, passionate kiss lasting for what seemed like hours. Thus far it all appeared like a fairytale ending for me but all was about to change. As I rolled on top of her and continued the kiss, not wanting to release our lips, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me close to her. At first all seemed normal but her vice like grip became increasingly prominent. Just as a boa constrictor suffocates its prey, I was at the mercy of this wildling. While struggling to breathe I began thrashing about on her body trying to gain some control.
The crazy thing was that it really turned me on. Her contorting me and overpowering me sent lustful shudders throught my body, strangely turning me on. Sensing my approval she let me breathe and we kissed passionately again. Right then I wanted nothing more than be her captive little toy boy whom she could toss about at her own free will. I was in love!
After releasing me from her grasp a second time I endeavoured to stand up so I could undress and catch my breath. As I was about to drop my pants she stretched out her powerful long legs, tucking them in, up under my arm pits, squeezing, constricting me yet again. With both imposing legs extending out her tiny mini skirt rode high up around her hips, this time revealing all of her tiny thong. With puffy lips exposed either side of that stupidly narrow strip of fabric, I could tell her wet, hot fuck hole was completely shaven. It looked delicious!
With her subconscious body language speaking to me I dropped to my knees and tore her thong off of her and, like a bee to honey, I promptly slurped at her sexy hot slit. She even grabbed my head and firmly pushed my face toward her snatch. I darted my pierced tongue into that tasty honey pot, sliding it deep into her slit, searching for her g-spot. There was no way I could pry myself away from her powerful embrace, although it didn’t really matter since I was enjoying her juices gushing all over my face. I knew my lustful meal would end soon as all good things come to an end. After allowing me to feast for some time, all the while bucking and squirming like a happy pig in mud, she experienced an earth-shattering orgasm.
We both just lay there for a brief moment, gasping for air, but she wasn't finished. She commanded me to drop my trousers.
"Yayyy!" I must have been smiling, for at last I would have my turn. There was nothing I wanted more than to shove my raging hard cock straight into her hot, juicy cunt.
I promptly stood up, and before I even had my pants down by my ankles she lunged at my tackle with her a firm grip. 'Nooo!' I was thinking, 'No way!' She pumped my rock hard peter before I had a chance to react, and it took all of three seconds for me to shoot wads and wads of hot cum all over her hand. 'Oh my God, not fair!' I thought as she giggled uncontrollably.
She was definitely toying with me...
No doubt with a dumbfounded look on my face, she yet again wrapped her long legs high around my waist, drawing me in and kissed me square on my face. With her tongue probing my throat I was powerless as she took charge, rubbing my gooey cum all over my chest. She wrapped her other arm around me and pulled me onto the bed and up against her like I was some rag doll. As the life was being squeezed out of me again I was forced to wiggle around such that I was in the spooned position, except she was spooning me, nuzzling my neck and holding me tightly.
After being awake for nearly seventy-two hours it was no surprise we passed out. We slept through the whole day and afternoon with her holding me tightly on that small sofa bed. With long legs and arms locking me in place I slept like a princess not wanting ever to be released.
After waking in the late afternoon, still in the same embrace, we were totally smitten with each other. I couldn't stop smiling, and neither could she. We recalled our sexy experience, affirming how much fun it was. I so wanted to play all over again. but time was the enemy, or so she proclaimed.
To my annoyance, she took her time getting ready for work; showering, doing her hair, then putting on her makeup. Watching her every move I lusted for her more and more. I desperately wanted to fuck her for once. She sure noticed my frustration and enjoyed her taunt.
'Was she toying with me yet again?' I thought.
I pouted!
To some extent this succeeded and she succumbed just a little bit. As she was delicately applying her eyeliner, all the while standing there in a fresh lacy G-string, she ushered me over. Like a puppy I stood immediately before her.
“Okay, little man, drop your pants and play with yourself if you really need to cum,” she ordered.
I couldn’t believe her audacity! I was really pouting, but strangly it turned me on beyond belief. I was masturbating in seconds but really wanted more. I got on my tippy toes and creeped up right behind her, aiming my rock hard cock at her snatch. Do you think Inness would take the hint? She didn't even flinch as I was desperately trying to mount her doggy style. Think: Boy Chihuahu mounts disinterested Girl German Shepherd . I couldn't get close because she was so tall.
'She is definitely toying with me!' I thought.
But she did turn around, forcibly cupping my pulsating dick with her free hand, just in time to miss a gooey disaster. I blew my load yet again into her hand, as she simply stared at me with a zombie look. No smile, no frown, no expression what so ever. At least a minute went by and just as I thought I was in big trouble she twitched.
Next, after applying her lipstick with one continuous stroke, she patronized me, “Aww, poor baby, you made a mess,”
Leaning in, and with her freshly painted lips, she kissed me on my forehead. She raising her dripping hand, full of my cum, using her soggy index finger to wipe off the fresh lipstick mark on my forehead. As though in a trance I just stood still, totally stunned as to what had just happened. With her index finger still extended she slowly drew a line all the way down the centre of my face, over my nose, my lips, and down my chin, then opened her hand completely on my chest. Rubbing the sticky cum all across my chest she cleaned her hand before finishing it off with a towel.
'She is making me her toy,' I thought.
“I hope you will have enough energy when I get home from work, Tommy,” was the last thing she told me before she had to go to work.
Even though she was ten years my junior she sure had this authoritarian nature about her which just drove me nuts. She did go to work that evening and I went home to feed my cat. Yes, it was a wild weekend, and yes, it was the beginning of something even more crazy!
