If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere...
NO FUCKIN' SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
It started out as one of the best weekend plans I had ever had. My favourite band was going to be playing in New York, and thanks to a scratch and win lottery ticket, I had decided to go see them while making a weekend out of it. The plan was to hop on the bus, see the concert, then spend the next day or two sight seeing. And I was not alone.
Kitiara was with me. I had decided to look my best. I had spent some of my lottery money on a wee bit of liposuction and was now a slender 34 waist. My butt looked firmer, my stomach flatter, and looked damned hot if I must say so. All decked out in black I wore a pair of new cowboy boots, tight black jeans, dress shirt. Both my vest and blazer were leather. However as hot as I looked (if the wandering eyes of a few of the women on the bus told me) Kitiara left me in the cold.
She too was in pure black. Her boots had heels that added another 3 inches to her 5 foot frame. Tight leather pants made her ass the perfect shape that could turn a gay man straight. The sides of the pants were lace so you could not help but look to see if she was daring enough to wear them without underwear. We had been friends for so long that she loved to tease me by getting dressed in front of me, so I knew that a little black g-string was underneath .Her bodice was a lace number that heightened her ample cleavage and the lace in it hinted that you could see more. When I had tied it for her, she made sure that the back stayed open enough so that when she took her coat off at the concert, everyone would be able to see the chain tattoo that went down her spine. This ensemble was completed by a black leather full length coat. She always knew how to dress and the leather wrist cuffs with "O-rings" hinted that she liked being naughty. When we got to the Port Authority at the corner of 8th and West 41st, we were already stoked with excitement.
The concert was a blast. The guitars had been louder than a sonic boom and the drums had roared like a lion in your ear. The bass had reverberated so much that it felt like you skeleton was going to separate. While at the concert, we met Mark and Theresa. They were NY natives that had the same type of friendship as me and Kitiara. Friends who had thought about adding benefits, but had done nothing about it so far. We had agreed that if it was going to happen, it would be natural, and no thinking would be involved. The company of Mark and Theresa, combined with the energy of the concert and the amount of booze we had drank was giving the signs of this could be the weekend. Kitiara had on more than one occasion been head banging to the tunes while making sure that her ass pushed into my crotch. I knew it was on purpose because whenever I grabbed her hips, she pushed back harder. Sometimes she would pretend to let out a moan, and sometimes she would just turn her head and give me a smile. She also knew that when she whipped her waist length hair back so that it struck my chest, I got harder.
I, of course could not resist sometimes grabbing a handful of hair and giving it a pull so that her head stayed back while giving her ass a nice hard spank. I knew full well that this turned her on like no tomorrow. By the end of the night, I was ready to hump any passing stranger.
We had picked a hotel near Washington Square Park. We wanted to make sure that we were in Greenwich Village and were more than happy when we got one. We had said goodbye to Mark and Theresa at the end of the concert and gave them the address in Soho so we could all get together the next day. They had agreed to be our tour guides so we didn't look too much like tourists. When we got back to the hotel, I had just closed the door when Kitiara pinned me to it and gave my tonsils a savage beating with her tongue. "Welcome to the weekend of surprises babe!" she told me.
Our coats fell to the floor as we rushed to get undressed. However, she had different ideas. She pulled away before I could undress any part of her and slid down to her knees. She undid my zipper, leaving my pants on, took my hard cock out and engulfed it like a woman having a sausage as her last meal. The heat of her mouth as she slid her lips along me was enough to make my eyes want to bulge out of their sockets. She kept it fully lubricated with her saliva and I could hear the slurping noises as she sucked on me with full gusto. One hand was keeping my balls well cupped and fondled only adding more to the pleasure. I was too busy enjoying her masterful attentions to see what her other hand was doing. She stroked me and flicked her tongue along me that I felt I could come in mere seconds, but she seemed able to sense it and would touch my balls in a way that the juice would go back, but the erection would stay.
She finally stopped before I could blow my load and slid my hand down her pants. Without a word, I could tell she wanted me to know how wet she was because she kept me outside of her g-string. It was soaked to the point it almost dripped with her pussy juice. I finally learned what she had been doing with her other hand. While my attention had been distracted by what she had been doing with her lips, she had been removing the lace from her pants. She had left enough so that they would not fall off but would stay on as I rubbed my fingers between her thighs to ensure that the wetness both continued and increased. As I continued to rub her clit from outside the fabric between her legs she ripped my shirt open and sank her teeth into my chest. I barely had to move my fingers because she was pushing me right up against the door with her hips. Her moans were keeping me so hard that the blood was only in both my hard on, and my ears.
She backed up towards the bed, and I had no choice but to follow. Before she could sit down I grabbed the back of her neck and sank my teeth into her neck while my finger went down the inside of her panties. I was even more aroused when I discovered that inside was even wetter than the fabric and I was met with no resistance as I slid a finger into her deepest secret place. I pushed my finger as far as it would go and curled it to tickle her hymen as I sank my teeth into her flesh, but as quickly as I was in her, I pulled out and with the back of my hand moved her panties south.
I was on my knees with my lips only a mere inch before hers. I spread her legs and gave her clit a flicker with my tongue. Her moan caused her legs to go weak, and that was fine with me. I placed one hand on her belly and pushed her gently on to the bed so that her wet mound was there for me to enjoy unencumbered. I was only too happy to return the favour and started to lap up all the juices that had been dripping down her thighs. She wrapped her legs around my head to keep me there. She was as sweet as sugar cane fresh from Jamaica. Her thighs pressed against my ears so that I could not hear a thing and the only way I knew that she had come was from the flow of juices that had drenched my face each time she did. Her legs opened at one point and I used that advantage to take my face away.