This Birmingham bar, the Manor, was full like there was some a championship going down. However, there were no high profile games going on today. The drunken, horny men were there for a single reason: a date. The most beautiful reporter at a local sports channel, the Black and Orange Network, would be here to take a lucky man on a date. It was designed to promote this rather lackluster bar and the only reason such a place could have a promotion like this was because the owner happened to be the son of the CEO that ran the Network.
The name of this beautiful reporter was Cindy Shelby. She was a buxom blonde who always wore cleavage exposing dresses, hence her popularity. She had full lips, childbearing hips, and eyes like the deepest parts of the seas. She could lecture you for hours on basketball history and every facet of the sport. However, the best thing about her was her voice. She had a very distinguished, sophisticated voice. She could make men swoon simply by reading a dictionary.
I sat in my booth, typing away on my phone. I was texting a certain friend of mine, someone you meet on those fetish sites. They claimed to be a woman under the name BBallPAWG. I had no idea if they were, in fact, a woman. I didn't care whether or not they were, though. I go both ways. I did appreciate their company.
This bar was a place where I spent my days writing. I was not the type to drink and I had no friends here. Writing is the loneliest profession. I liked the environment here, though, and the people reflected the characters I wrote about. So, I spent my time typing and ordering the occasional ginger ale or chicken sandwich.
The room soon became louder than usual and in came Cindy, dressed head to toe in basketball apparel from various teams. A Houston Rockets cap sat on her pretty blonde head, a Miami Heat jersey stretched over her large bosom, Lakers shorts stretched to her ankles, and even her shoes were from the Boston Celtics. She climbed onto a table, grabbed a microphone from somewhere, and stood above the whole bar as some employees introduced her. She gave a little speech promoting the bar (a speech most likely written by the bar owner) and soon began her search for a date.
You and I both know where this story is going. In any case, I was shocked to discover that she picked me. I hadn't even dressed for the occasion. My shirt was greasy and dirty from my working on my car earlier this morning and I had a five o'clock shadow.
She hopped onto the floor and approached me, whispering in my ear to meet her behind the bar. I was glad. I don't know if I could handle all those eyes watching my every move as I chatted up this beautiful woman. It'd be like being a piece of meat in a tank full of starving piranhas.
I met her in the alleyway behind the bar. It was a horrid, filthy place. She seemed like a shining ray of light in that darkness. As I approached, I asked her where we were going on that date.
"My place," she said with a smile.
"Rather forward for a first date," I mentioned, "especially for someone you don't know."
"I know you very much. That's why I picked you," she giggled. "We've been chatting for years."
She explained that she was BBallPAWG. She recognized me from an old photo I'd left on my account. "My heart practically leaped out of my chest the moment I saw you. I've been wanting to meet you for so damn long. I hope you're as dom and kinky in real life as you are online," she said.
"I am," I told her. I was a bit red in the face. It was hot that this was happening, but I felt a bit embarrassed. "I hope you're as kinky in real life as you are online."
"Even more so. Come on, I'll drive you to my place. We can have a few drinks, chat, have some fun. It'll be great."
She grabbed my hand and took me to this green Lamborghini. We got in and she drove us to this large, magnificent building that sort of looked like a silver corncob. It was an older place, the Sisko Skyscraper (even though it wasn't a skyscraper). Everyone with a net worth in the seven digits lived here. They were the only ones who could afford the astronomical rent. We talked the whole way. I was impressed by her genuine enthusiasm about meeting me and taking me back to her apartment.
As we arrived, she led me up to her apartment. We rode on the elevator, a tacky little thing for such a modernist piece of architecture. As we waited to get to the tenth floor, Cindy started rubbing my upper thigh with her hand. It sent an electric shock through my body.
The doors opened to the lounge suite and we went down a short hallway to this silver door. She unlocked it with a card she had on her and led me inside. It was a beautiful apartment, adorned in basketball paraphenelia. I noticed an 85-inch, 4K, ultra HD TV that must've cost $9,000; a huge black sofa that probably cost a few grand, a bar with hundreds of bottles of various alcohols, a futuristic kitchen, and way more than I can possibly describe. She led me onto the couch and made us some drinks before sitting right next to me.
I took a sip of my drink, not wanting to offend her and was shocked by the taste of a ginger ale. She seemed to notice my shock and laughed.
"Surprised? I noticed you didn't have a drink at the Manor so I assumed you didn't drink in general. It was a rather big assumption, I admit, but I wanted to be safe, not sorry."
After we had had some drinks, she started rubbing my upper thigh again. "So, now that we've had some drinks, we can have some fun. If I remember correctly, you love throatfucking. How about you throatfuck me?"
My face went a bit red. I talk a good game. The problem is that my experience is limited. Severely limited. "I don't want to ruin that amazing voice of yours," I told her in a rather flirtatious manner.
She leaned over, bit her lip, and whispered, "Ruin it. After tonight, I better sound like I have laryngitis."
Those words were perhaps the hottest thing a woman had ever said to me. My cock became as hard as concrete. I responded with "How about you dress in something sexy?"
She beamed and retreated into her bedroom. I waited for fifteen minutes. I almost wanted to leave. Patience, however, is a virtue and this virtue was rewarded with one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. Cindy emerged from her den dressed in black lingerie that hugged her lithe yet muscular body (she did play basketball for fun and she was apparently really good). Lithe, except for two things. There was her cavernous cleavage, derived from the fact her already large breasts filled a bra a size or two too small. There was also the reason for her being called BBallPAWG. Her ass was like two milky bubbles, large yet perfectly in shape with her body (unlike her plastic, surgically-altered breasts) like Mia Malkova's. Though, upon getting good handfuls of them later, I came to learn they were pure muscle.
She approached me and, before I had a chance to compliment her stunning appearance, she got down on her knees and began to unbutton my pants. She threw them and my boxers a considerable distance away and wolfed down my cock. Her soft lips felt like smooth velvet as they repeatedly massaged my head every time she went back and forth, from the head to the hilt, repeatedly deepthroating.
"You're so good," I moaned.
"You're so big," she moaned back. I'd never been confident about my size so her saying this was the biggest compliment she could give me. Getting throated by her was great, but knowing she thought I was hung was the best thing that happened tonight.
