His rainy sky-colored eyes shone as he looked at me. The black eyeliner he wore set off those eyes perfectly. The black lipstick made his sensual, soft, pouty lips look even sexier. I longed to spend a hot night of steamy sex with him, but as I wasn't in the least pretty, I didn't figure it was possible.
Our eyes met and he made his way over to me from across the crowded room. The partygoers seemed to part for him. He reached me. "Hey. I've been watching you look at me all night. I think you're quite beautiful, but I'm not interested in females." His husky voice sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, as did his admission of his homosexuality.
"I promise you'll like what I want to do to you... " I said, my blue eyes shining with hope.
"I'm sure I would, but... well, maybe... do you suck cock?" he asked.
"Yes," I said matter-of-factly. He took my hand and led me down the hall of the old mansion we were attending a party at. The room was decorated with black and red silk things, as was the bed dressed with it. He sat down on a black chair and beckoned me over to him.
"You'll have to turn me on if you want my cock," he said. I began to remove my clothes, hoping my curvy body, ample breasts, and freshly shaved pussy would do something for him. His eyes shone and I saw a growing bulge in his pants.
"Not interested in females, eh?" I asked.
"I... I... " he stammered, "you're... fucking wow! Come here," he said. I sauntered over to him, my hips swaying naturally, my 4'9 frame being carried gracefully. He took me in his arms and sat me on his lap. I could feel his covered cock pressing against my pussy and I became aroused. He ran his fingers through my long black hair and kissed me. Electricity shot through me as his hot tongue found mine. His hands went to fondle my large breasts and I arched against him. He nibbled my bottom lip and ground his erection against my dripping pussy. A small moan escaped my lips. "I want you," he whispered in my ear. I shuddered, so glad to hear those words.
