by Powerone
“This is Michael,” he said as he recognized her voice instantly.
“I hoped you’d call,” Heather said as she panted into the phone.
“Are you up for a night on the town? I just had my first day at this great new job, and I hoped we could celebrate,” Michael exclaimed proudly.
“I’m just the girl for you,” Heather said excitedly. There was nothing better than a man with a reason for celebrating, and she hoped that would extend to his bed tonight. It had been a while since she had someone in bed, and Michael would be a treat. “How about dancing?” There was nothing sexier than loud, rhythmic dance music as her hips moved in time with a handsome man to slide up against and tease him until she could get him in bed.
“My exact thoughts. Have you heard of Marquee?”
“Marquee? No way would we get into that club. It’s the hottest thing on the planet. Strictly A-list invite only. It’s the Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan set.” She paused for a moment. Could he really be in that circle? Had I really hooked a live one?
Michael was impressed with Ms. Lassiter. She was really good. She knew how to impress. “No problem,” Michael proudly exclaimed. So this is what power was like. “I’ll pick you up at ten. What’s your address?” Michael wrote down the address of the hotel she was staying at. He hung up and laid down on the bed, his cock hard at the thought of Heather in his bed tonight.
The limousine pulled up in front of Heather’s hotel since Michael decided that he might as well go all out in his celebration. Besides renting the limo, he stopped at Bergdorf Goodman and bought some new clothes for tonight. He couldn’t believe he’d paid over a thousand dollars for a shirt, jeans and shoes. Not that they weren’t impressive. The black, stretch poplin shirt looked good on him with a button open at the top. The gray-wash Dolce & Gabbana jeans fit him like a glove, from his tight ass down to the slim legs. Even his cock seemed to be in a permanent state of erection, caressed by the five hundred dollar jeans.
He couldn’t fail to see Heather standing outside the hotel, nor could any other man. How could you miss her? Michael got out of the limousine to hold the door open for her.
A limo, Heather was impressed but not surprised by it. There was something special about Michael. He had connections, even at his young age. That was tough to do in this town. She bent over to get into the limo to make sure that she afforded him an excellent view of what she would give him later. She slid up next to him when he sat down so he could smell her perfume as her hips pressed up against him. “You do impress me,” she said as she leaned in to give him a light kiss on his lips.
His cock throbbed at Heather’s outfit. In college, most students didn’t have the money to dress like this or to go to places like this. The city was different. She was clad in a black Lycra mini-skirt; an exaggeration would be to say it came down to mid-thigh. A slit up one side left lots of naked flesh to the eyes. When she bent over, a lacey, black thong revealed a pair of tanned buttocks, and the muscles tightened erotically. She wore a short-sleeve crop top with collar ties in the front. She didn’t need a bra. Michael caught a glimpse of a pink nipple before she turned to get into the limo. He couldn’t wait to see her dance in this outfit.
They made small talk on the way to Marquee, a short ride to the 10th Avenue location in Chelsea, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her body. She finally moved close to him and purred in his ear. Michael put his hand on her naked thigh as her legs spread slightly to give him all the access he wanted. He didn’t disappoint her when his fingers tickled along her thighs until he came to her pussy. He heard her moan, and her legs spread wider when he touched her between her legs. She was wet from his touch.
Heather almost came when his hand touched her pussy. It had been a long time since she had a man, and Michael’s hand felt too good as it crept slowly up her thigh. Her hand reached over to press on the bulge that pushed out his jeans until her fingers curled around the hard shaft. God, I could fuck him right here and now.
“Saved by the bell,” he joked as the limo pulled up in front of Marquee in spite of the fact that Michael enjoyed Heather’s touch on his cock. The driver opened the door for them and courteously looked away as Heather got out, but the other men in the line weren’t as gentlemanly. All eyes were on her long legs and her bare breasts as they almost leaped from her crop top when she got out. It was 11 o’clock, but the air was warm from the hot summer day. The line was around the block with a mix of well-dressed young people of all ages. Attractive females didn’t wait long in the line before they were ushered in. All others waited for a chance, but it was a slim chance to get into the club.
Michael took a deep breath and went to the head of the line as if he knew what to do and hoped Ms. Lassiter wouldn’t embarrass him in front of everyone. “Michael Hauser,” his voice reassured as to his place at the head of the line.
The doorman looked briefly down at the clipboard before he turned to open up the iconic velvet rope. “Have a good evening, Mr. Hauser,” he said with respect as Michael and Heather passed into a world that few belonged to.
They took a table in the Red Room. The walls were painted in sexy red ripples. They ordered bottle service as they settled in for the evening. They talked for an hour about Michael’s new job as the waiter brought their drinks. The dance music boomed in the background, and the reflections from the blinking lights enticed them both to the dance floor. Michael couldn’t wait any longer. He loved to dance; sure that Heather would rival all the girls on the floor. He could already see her body move as she sat there talking, from the gentle ripple of her breasts to her foot that moved to the rhythmic sounds that beckoned both of them. “Shall we dance?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.
Heather didn’t even answer as she stood up. They moved towards the music until they stood on the edge of the dance floor with a dramatic chandelier in the ceiling above that changed colors with the disco lights. The music was a collection of techno remixes with the pounding beat that set a girl’s hips on fire as they swayed methodically to the music.
Michael watched her as they danced, her head thrown back as her body moved rhythmically to the music, especially her hips. It was as though she made love to him already with a sensuous grinding of her hips while her unrestrained breasts swayed back and forth as she moved. His cock throbbed for relief.
Michael was a great dancer. His cock rubbed up against her ass as she turned her back to him, and her buttocks moved back and forth until she felt the bulge of his cock on her ass. Her hips moved back and forth in mock masturbation while Michael’s hands on her hips held her against him.
The long day didn’t curb his enthusiasm. They danced until almost two A.M., but they took short breaks to quench their thirst. Their hands responded to the dancing as they enticed each other. Heather stroked his cock as she spread her legs to give his hands unfettered access to her wet pussy. He finally called the limo service to pick them up. He gasped as he saw the bill but quickly remembered that he had a salary now. A salary of one hundred fifty thousand dollars.
“It’s been taken care of, sir,” the waiter responded when Michael took out his credit card. “Including the tip.”
Heather cuddled up to him as they walked outside, the limo waited for them as if it were there all night. They kissed in the limo, both of them impatient to get back to the hotel. They decided on Michael’s hotel. It was the closest.
His kiss was soft but demanding as his hands freely caressed her body. Her nipple sprung to attention when one hand slid in the front of her top so his fingertips could attack the swollen bud as she arched her back to push her breast into his hand. Her tongue responded to him when it slipped into his mouth to attack him as her hand went to his lap to rub his cock, and her fingers curled around the thickening shaft to slide up and down so sensually. She wanted so much to take his cock out of his pants so her mouth could engulf it. The limo stopped, and Heather was relieved. She wouldn’t be able to restrain herself much longer.
Michael made
short work of the driver with a big tip as he signed for the limo. He had more important things to take care, Heather. Luckily, the elevator was empty. As the door closed, Michael pushed Heather hard against the wall so his hips could grind his cock into her pussy. He kissed her passionately as she ground back against his cock. The door opened too soon. Michael took her hand as they walked down the long corridor until they got to his room. He fumbled with the electronic key until he heard the click and the light turned green. He pushed the door open and they both rushed into the room as the door slammed noisily behind them.
Heather took a breath, wanting this to last. “Lie down on the bed,” her voice demanded, and she hoped that she sounded convincing. Michael looked at her as his eyes searched hers before he went to the bed to lie down but not before he kicked off his shoes. Heather fooled with the music dial until a soft, sexy song came on the air. She moved over to the bed and sat down next to Michael. His hands moved up to touch her, but Heather pushed them away. “Let me.” Her hands moved to the front of his shirt as her fingers undid the buttons. Her long fingernails slid sexily over his bare chest when she pushed the shirt aside.
Michael had always been the aggressor in lovemaking, so it was a challenge for him not to touch her. Her fingernails ran over his chest, and Michael sucked in his stomach as she moved lower until all the buttons of the shirt were opened. He helped her to take the shirt off, and then his hands went to his sides and waited for Heather’s next move. He looked down at the bulge in his pants; his cock throbbed to be free of the restraints of his pants.
Heather’s hands touched his thighs to tease along the firm flesh as her eyes were glued to the cock that jerked inside his pants. She could see it jump when her hands drew closer. His legs parted when one of her hands found his balls and her hand clenched tightly until his hips rose up. He had a look of pleasure on his face. Her other hand went to his cock as her fingers curled around it, the shaft thick and pulsated in her hand. Her hand took a broad stroke of his cock, all the while her other hand clenched his balls. She moved her hands away to quickly undo his belt as her fingers fumbled with his pants. She almost tore them off as the zipper slid down noisily. His cock pushed hard against the shorts that tried to restrain it. Michael helped her slip his pants off. Heather teased him by slowly folding them neatly while Michael eagerly awaited her touch again.
Heather continued to tease. Her hands touched him but then would leave him wanting more. Michael lay there in his shorts with his cock eager for her touch.
Heather turned back to the bed after she carefully put the pants on a hanger almost too slowly. She licked her lips sensuously as she sat back down on the bed. “Miss me?” Her hand didn’t wait for an answer. It reached over to stroke his cock through his shorts. The thin material molded to the thick shaft. Her fingers crept up the shaft to outline the big head. She pressed his shorts around his cock.
Michael felt the pressure as Heather pushed his shorts around his cock to mold it like a second skin. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft as her long fingernails skimmed a line from his balls to the head until her fingertips played across the head. He couldn’t keep his hips still. His ass rose up from the bed to push his cock harder into her hand.
“Down boy.” Heather squeezed Michael’s nuts tighter until his ass settled back on the bed. She enjoyed the power she had in her hands. She pulled his shorts down until his thick cock popped out when she slid his shorts down his legs. She pulled them off as Michael settled back onto the bed to willingly spread his legs to allow her access to all of him. She leaned over to kiss his lower thigh. Her hands moved as her mouth left tiny, soft, wet kisses up his thigh while her hand found his ball sack to cup his twin balls and squeeze them as his ass rose up again. Her tongue slipped out her lips to lick up his thigh until she came to his balls, but she tongued them in spite of the hairs that tickled her lips. Her hand crept up to his cock to wrap tightly around the shaft and began to move up and down slowly.
Michael wanted badly to pull her mouth onto his cock but restrained himself to let Heather do all the work as he lay naked on the bed. Her touch was soft as her fingers slid up and down his shaft while her tongue left a trail of saliva on his balls that cooled in the air-conditioned room. His ass rose up higher when she squeezed his balls, a strange masochistic thrill ran through his body as she squeezed harder than what he considered gentle play. All he could think about was her tongue and mouth that continued to move up his shaft. He felt her hot breath blow on his cock, and the touch of air sent his cock into tremors of pleasure.
She felt his cock grow hard in her hand when her fingers tightened on the shaft. She masturbated him slowly as her tongue lapped at his hot flesh like a cat. Her tongue made broad strokes up the shaft, from the crinkly hairs on his balls all the way to the round head that glistened with his juices. She had to hold his cock tight when the shaft jerked and shook in pleasure. Heather’s mouth opened wide as her tongue licked her lips until they were moist. She blew on the head of his cock as her hand held this cock tight when it jerked. Her tongue lashed at the end of his cock to lick the salty precum that settled on her taste buds when she bathed the throbbing flesh.
“God, I don’t think I can stand it much longer.” Michael moaned loudly as Heather’s mouth engulfed the head of his cock while her tight lips contained it. Her tongue attacked the head of his cock as she sucked it deeper into the hot, sweet confines of her mouth. His hands went down to the sides of her head to draw her down to feel the tightness of her mouth around his cock. Her other hand continued to stroke his cock as her tongue danced over the bulging head. Michael struggled to contain his lust, not wanting to dump his cum into her mouth. He wanted to be inside her pussy when he came.
She sucked him and tasted his cum when he leaked in her mouth as her hand continued to stroke his cock. She gave him one last kiss on the head of his cock and then moved away from him. She saw the look of disappointment on his face. She stood up to turn the music up louder. She began to move to the soft rhythm of the music as her hips moved back and forth sensuously and her breasts moved gently up and down. She looked over at Michael as her hand began to open her top wide to reveal her bare breasts to him and throw it to the floor. Her fingers went to her already-hardened nipples to flick across them as they grew bigger, and her fingernails lightly scratched over the sensitive tips.
She had such lovely breasts with large areolas that surrounded pink nipples that sprung to life under her touch. Michael’s hand slid down to his cock as he absently stroked it with his eyes glued to Heather’s half-naked body as she danced for him. Her hands made short work of the flimsy skirt, soon just a puddle at her feet as her hips swayed back and forth, clad only in her thong, the silky panty pulled tightly over her mound. Her fingers slid down between her legs as one finger slid up and down her slit until her panties were pressed into the deep divide, the material already wet with her arousal. Her pussy was prominently outlined in her thong.
She played with her pussy through her panties and felt the dampness as her eyes were glued to Michael’s masturbating hand. She loved to watch a man masturbate, especially when he watched her strip for him. She turned her back to him to tighten her buttocks for him. She spread her legs, bent over and peered back through her legs to watch him. She pulled her thong down over her ass as the string pulled from between her cheeks and slid it down her legs until she pulled it away. She spread her legs wider and reached back with her hands to pull her buttocks apart until she was obscenely exposed to him. She felt the cool air-conditioned air blow on her pussy and ass hole as her hands held herself open for his visual inspection.
She turned back to face him with her legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were pulled back, and her sex glistened with her juices. Michael continued to stroke his cock as he looked at her naked body. He stood his cock up with one hand. “I can’t wait any longer. Sit on this. I want to feel that hot, tight pussy grip my cock.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Heather tease
d him. She knelt on the bed to crawl over him until her knees were on both sides of his hips as she kneeled, poised over the head of his cock that he so proudly held in place.
Michael rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over her pussy to find her slit wet and wanton. He pushed it down a bit to get it in place as Heather moved higher to accommodate him. “Yes, down you go,” he urged her as he felt her pussy slowly engulf the head of his cock when she sank her body down on his rigid cock.
It felt good when the head of his cock split her pussy lips open and her hot, wet insides slowly slid over the pulsating head of his cock. It had been too long since she had a man inside her as she bowed her legs out farther to accommodate him. She began to rotate her hips and felt the immense pressure when his cock began to fill her up. Her muscles tightened on his hot flesh as she pushed down to take him inside her. God, he is big.
Michael tried to control himself as her pussy gripped his prick as she sank down. He released his shaft when she swallowed up his member. His hands moved to her hips to guide her movements as he rotated her hips. He felt her muscles tighten on his cock as she slid lower and lower until half of his cock was in her hot, clenching pussy. “Take it all,” he urged her as his hands pulled her hips down until half of his cock was inside her. She pulled up, and Michael felt her pussy release his cock. She sank back down, but this time, she impaled all of his cock in her hot pussy that she could take with a soft moan that came from her lips when his cock jerked inside her.
She never felt so full when his cock jerked inside her. She squeezed her muscles on his flesh as her hips rose up to pull his cock from her until she clenched tight to capture the head. She released her muscles and sank down on his cock as hard as she could, a sudden gasp from her mouth as she went from empty to full in a second. She moved her hips in a circle as she moaned gently. “Fuck me,” she begged him.
Michael flipped Heather over onto her back when he couldn’t restrain himself. Her legs spread wide, and his hands pulled them up and back until he shoved his cock fully inside her. He kissed her, and his tongue slid into her hot, wanton mouth. His hips urged deep, hard thrusts inside her, but her pussy met his thrusts with her clenching muscles. His abdomen slapped hard against her with each thrust as one hand under her ass pulled her onto his cock; the other found a hard nipple and pinched it until her body responded.
