His inexperience with life never taught him that existence isn’t set by any means, not by a long shot. And what you think will be is often taxed with a heavy dose of irony, commonly referred to as reality.
Here he sat now, distant from his fighting weight and drinking to occupy his time for what was sure to be a depressing showdown, set up by one of his married friends. Looking at the menu then glancing back at his watch he became annoyed that this mystery girl was now running late; how pathetic had life become? His biological pessimism struck when he told himself, I was stood the fuck up!
As he rubbed his forehead with the back of his thumb, the knuckle digging deep, he got up. He was about to leave when he heard a sultry voice from behind him say, “Excuse me.” Turning around and seeing that the sexy voice matched the face he almost forgot to nod.
“Um, yeah, hello. You must be Celeste?” He rose to meet this attractive, petite woman and shook her slender hand as she observed him, somewhat amused.
Her face was heart shaped with features sharp and dark from tanning. Her nose small, and turned up a little, gave her a young appearance. She reminded him of a sexy girl next door type, but it was her eyes that pulled people in: Dark blue, piercing and almond shaped, that lock of straight black hair falling over her left eye, just barely hiding it, gave off a very sensual look that Tom desired.
“Well, good to meet you, Tom. You’ve been waiting long?” She pointed to the three empty whisky glasses on his table.
Tom laughed a little too hard at that and, embarrassed, pulled out her seat while she sat, crossing her toned legs. Her dress was carmine red and tight, crossing itself at the center of her chest while showing off her great cleavage; in fact Tom had a hard time not staring at the way the light in the dim restaurant glowed over the valley of her dark breasts.
“Can we order quickly?” she asked, staring down at the Leather clad menu. “I’m starving and I just need something in me.” Tom took a gulp of his whiskey – served neat – while almost laughing like a stupid kid at Celeste’s comment.
When the waitress arrived he ordered his drink, then pointing to Celeste the waitress took her order. He’d learned something in college; never order a woman’s drink unless she lets you. The waitress took their menu orders and told them it would be about fifteen minutes.
“Sounds good; this will also be on one bill.” The waitress nodded, leaving the two alone. “Do you like French food, Celeste? I haven’t been here for a while, but I remember it being great and it still looks kinda the same.” He clenched his teeth as soon as the words left him, annoyed at his tedious rambling.
She just shrugged her slender shoulders, “I guess, but Tom, a better question would be are they real?” She grinned, revealing some very nice, white teeth behind mischievous lips, and then, looking away from his blank face she took a sip of the gin and tonic she’d ordered, pressing her dark lips against the straw.
Tom thought he might have misheard her, and then, clearing his voice, asked what she meant exactly. “So, this is the angle you’re going for?”
She took another sip, her profound blue eyes meeting his. “Order me another, and I’ll fill you in.” When they got their drinks he watched Celeste smile innocently at the waitress, while tucking a piece of raven black hair behind her ear. Sitting there he wondered whether to proceed with his question, which now seemed too interesting not to.
He crossed his fingers in front of him, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong or…” before being able to finish he felt her toes curled around and searching for his cock, which quickly grew into a solid mass.
She finished her drink, chewing on some of the ice left in the glass, while stretching out with her toes and then using them to clutch at his erection and balls. Everything went silent for Tom as she twirled her big toe just under his sack, and all he could hear was his own excited breathing.
Searching over her shoulder, a smirk cut across her sun kissed face. She opened her mouth, pressing her lips and watched his eyes and face as they grew heavy with his arousal, and then it hit him. She spit in his face, reaching all the way across the table. He felt her saliva, warm and dense, connect just under his eye. He perked up and looked around the restaurant in shock.
“What the fuck,” he said in a hushed voice. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you–”
“Cunt?” She queried, finishing his sentence. She stopped playing with his cock, and slipped on her black and silver heel. Tom wiped away the spit with his hand, but before smearing it on a napkin she told him in a calm tone, “Put that in your mouth. I want you to taste me, asshole.”
She watched him like an eagle from its perch, reading him to see what his reaction would be. Tom’s breathing went from heavy and confused to heavy and intrigued as he took in her saliva. She tasted amazing. He had her smell, and liked it.
She retrieved a steak knife to the right of her and tapped her teeth gently with it while leaning back in her chair. “You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” Tom pushed his hair back and finished his drink, letting the ice cool his lips.
Putting the sweaty tumbler glass down, he saw that she was up, walking away. He watched her leave, licking the corners of his mouth, before she looked back at him. Her middle finger went up, meant for him, and she placed it in the center of her fucking, tight little ass. He could see her ass muscles ripple under that dress of hers, and each time a cheek went up and down it was calling to him.
He stood up and followed her to wherever she was hopefully leading him as she sauntered down some stairs, turning the corner and cutting left. He could smell her sweet, thick scent on his finger as he rolled around the same corner just in time to see the women’s washroom door swing closed. He paused a moment, casting a look over his shoulder then pushed the door open again.
She was pressed against the black and white tile of the room, her dress pulled up to her waist exposing muscled thighs and a thin, black lace thong. She held the dress with her right hand while two fingers were pushed deep inside her. He could hear the sploshing of her wet pussy with every thrust.
He locked the door and approached, kissing her exposed neck, a slight vein pulsating just beside her throat. Her dark eyelids closed tight before fluttering open, “Fuck” she groaned biting the top of his ear. He reached through the opening of her dress and squeezed her right breast, fondling her hot skin while her nipples tensed between his rough fingers.
He took off her dress with a few clumsy yanks, her straight hair a sexy tangle as she looked at him while biting her lower lip, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulders. He stepped back to admire this woman in only her high heels, and loved those tits, round and firm, and the way her nipples were pointed and willing as they searched the air.
Leaning into her, he put his mouth around those nipples, nibbling slightly. “Harder,” she demanded, slapping him firmly across the face. “And use the tip of your tongue, you prick. Have you never done this shit before?” He probed her nipples with his tongue and his front teeth, tasting and pinching her hard.
She grabbed his cock, bulging inside his pants, and then pulled away from him, his teeth stretching her dark pink nipples in the process.
Now on her knees she pulled down his jeans to his ankles; he felt a shot of adrenaline race through his spine, sending hard pulses through him. Reaching into his shorts she pulled out his tense meat, a few clear drops falling from his swollen, shiny head.
She looked at it, rolled her eyes, then looking up while still holding his shaft by two fingers reacted, “Really, this?” She let his four inch cock drop then laughed shaking her head from side to side. “Fuck you. This is what I’m wasting my fucking time on?” she complained.
Tom met her searching eyes, confused, but also turned on. “Wait here with that scrawny thing.”
He shook his head, complying, while stroking himself carefully, wondering why this absolute debasing turned him on.
A few minutes later the door flew opened and in walked a tall man in black work boots, wearing a plain white shirt and matching pants. He had a broad face, with a square jaw and short, dark hair. Tom saw his tattoo of scarlet king snake running across his thick forearm, but before he could act or say a word he saw two arms go across the man’s burley shoulders.
The man entered, carrying on his back a still-naked Celeste. Once off the man, she kicked the door shut with the back of her heel, sliding the dead bolt across. The man looked at Tom coldly, his arms folded and tense as his pants were ripped down by Celeste.
Now on her knees, her tits resting against his leg, she hauled out the stranger’s cock, ferociously feeding her mouth, swallowing him almost whole.
After about three minutes of gagging on his thick fucking cock she had to come up for air, and in doing so a trail of spit coated his knob and stem. The palm of his hand gripped the back of her hair and was now thrusting her face into every slobbery mouthful; she paused at the base of his cock sticking out her tongue, gripping his thick ass, and started to poke his balls with the end of her tongue.
She pulled back breathing hard, tears in the corner of her eyes from sword swallowing his length. He leaned down, almost kissing her, her eyes and mouth wide, but then snatched her back, tugging on her hair. She reached for his cock now sliding her hands up and down his slippery, shiny pole, massaging it excitedly.
Hauling her in to his rod, he face fucked her hard as she slapped her own face, and when she asked the stranger to slap her just once, pleading even, he spit on her, making her groan, and proceeded with having that thick cock of his, swollen with veins, disappear in her mouth.
She then bent her neck under his sac, burying her face deep into it, and commenced gulping it down while moving her head from side to side as if tearing apart some prey. She was now trying to get both of his nuts in her mouth, and as she did this she reached up with one hand, still holding his sac in her open mouth while gurgling, and stroked that angry shaft, sploshing sounds coming with every stroke.
“You’re fucking pathetic, Tom. Look at how pathetic he is, Ric.” The man just watched Tom without blinking. “But he likes it, look at his little hardon trying to match yours.” Her throaty laugh mocked Tom as she pointed at his dwarfed cock, her chin covered in saliva.
Tom walked over, stroking his cock while touching Celeste’s hair with it, but she shook her head away from his touch, and this turned Tom on more. She then stood up, facing him, and shoved him away before having Ric’s thick hands grab her by the waist. She bit her lip and her eyes rolled back into her head. She gasped as Ric jammed his fat cock into her tight pussy.
He began slamming her from behind; the sound of his cock thrusting into her with his balls slapping against her clit filled the washroom. Her lip was curled into this mean fuck you pose as she held up her middle finger at Tom.
This girl was nothing but surprises for Tom, and the way she scorned him drove him wild.
“You want to…” She trailed off, before moaning deeply while rubbing her clit fast with her three fingers, “touch these… don’t you?” She curled her hands around the side of her tits, spreading her fingers out and teasing her nipples taut between thumb and forefinger.
“Yes, I would. Can I?” He stepped towards her sheepishly as Ric stretched her pussy with every thrust.
She slapped him again when he made eye contact and shoved him. “Don’t eyeball me, motherfucker! You don’t get to have this.” At that moment Ric’s rotund cock started to destroy her pussy, stretching it out even more.
His hips started to increase their pace as she put both her hands to her mouth. Bent over at an almost ninety degree angle, she squealed under the forced pressure of her hands, but it was all she could take before pulling away from his fuck meat and spraying her juices all over the floor and him.
Her mascara running down her face and almost out of breath from being rag-dolled, she fell to one knee, while her hands braced her. She was not defeated; in fact, she resembled a lioness leering over its kill ready to devastate.
Ric held out his dripping, soaked cock; a thick white stain of her cream coated the base of his prick. Without skipping a beat, he spun Celeste’s little figure around, picking her up in the air and fucking her hard, her legs straddling his muscled torso as the spiked heels she was sporting fell to the floor. Tom began masturbating furiously, hoping she would let him cum on her, but also finding it hot if she would reject it while laughing at him for having a small cock that looked like shit next to Ric’s.
A grunt escaped Ric’s throat and he pushed her up against one of the stalls and drove Celeste to the floor with his hand spread out over the top of head. A few strokes and he coated her face with a thick load of cum.
She was breathing hard and she started to giggle as she let it sit there for a few moments before her long eyelashes lifted away his cream, letting her baby blues shine through again. She curled his cum up with her fingers, tilting her head back as if witnessing a vision, she then dipped it into her mouth, sucking her fingers and swallowing it.
Tom came closer, and in doing so allowed Celeste to flick some of Ric’s jizz at him. “Hey,” said Tom, “that’s gross.”
“Cry me a river, pussy.” Celeste snapped back as Ric laughed and commanded Celeste to suck him clean. She did so as he pulled up his pants.
“You, my dear,” said Celeste to Tom, “can empty your sad shit in that sink over there, nobody wants that.” Tom watched himself in the smudged mirror, sprinkled with Celeste’s juices, jerking off into the porcelain sink and oddly enjoying it as he watched her shimmy on her panties behind him.
When he walked back upstairs he saw their food sitting there, now cold. He looked out the wide windows of the restaurant, watching her stroll away down the cobbled stone street.
A finger touched the back of his shoulder and he turned around to meet the gaze of the waitress holding a tray of drinks. “Ummm, sir?” Tom blinked at her. “There is a woman with blonde hair over there, looking for you. She’s just past the bar.”
Approaching the woman, Tom inquired what she wanted. She had short hair and a slender face that looked worried.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she stated, rising to meet him, “I went to the wrong place, and finally made it here. I’m Celeste.”
