She looked beyond perfect. He couldn't take her eyes off her. No one could. The whole room was drawn to her. And it wasn't just because of how amazing she looked looked in her tight little black dress that amazingly showed off her petite body. It wasn't just her fabulously dramatic, rockstar make up she was wearing. It wasn't her just her short, punk-pixie hair cut.
There was something hypnotic about her. Otherworldly. The whole room wanted her, yes. But it was deeper than that. It was like the whole room needed her. It was as though the world would have stopped turning if she asked it to.
He hadn't even caught her name. What was even more weird, was that it seemed no one else had either. After asking several other party-goers about her, he was unable to figure out who she was. All he could get were confused half answers.
"I think she might be a friend of David's roommate?"
"Didn't she come here with Steven? No wait, I guess he came in with the blonde."
"I think she works with Elaine? Maybe not."
He'd talked to her a few times of course. But he never quite seemed to remember to ask her name. In fact, as soon as the conversation ended he couldn't seem to remember anything at all about what they had talked about. He'd had a little bit to drink. Perhaps that was it. But then he hadn't drank that much...
No matter. He'd find her again and talk to her again. This time he'd make sure the conversation went on long enough for him to grab her name. Who knew? Maybe even her number.
Wait. She was looking at him right now. How long had she been doing that? He'd been watching her for several minute now. Why hadn't he noticed when she'd turned to look directly at him. Was he that zoned out?
It didn't matter. He had to talk to her now. He felt the need to salvage the situation and look as un-creepy as possible.
Besides...something about her eyes seemed to beckon him.
Before he knew it, he was standing next to her.
"I didn't mean to stare." He began.
"Yes you did." Her playful tone of voice and her soft smile made her otherwise accusing statement feel much more easy going.
He smiled back nervously. "Okay you got me. Sorry. You're just like really pretty and-"
"You wanna fuck me." She said plainly.
He paused, completely dumbfounded. "What?"
She giggles sweetly. "I said..."she began slowly as she leaned in close, an placed her lips gently against his ear. She spoke slowly, with sensual energy dripping off of each syllable. "You want to fuck me."
She leaned back and smiled innocently as if nothing had happened.
He stood there like an idiot with his mouth hanging open.
"It's not that." He said, knowing he was lying.
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh you really don't want to?" She asked. "Because i was thinking I might let you but if you're not interested.."
"No, no!" He choked out eagerly.
She giggled. "Don't worry cutie, the night is young and there's plenty of time for us to have fun later. But for now..." she nodded in the direction of a guy on the other side of the room, talking up one of the girls. "See that guy over there? I was thinking I might suck his cock."
She looked at him, apparently waiting for a response, although once again he wasn't sure what to say.
"Do you think he'd let me?" She asked.
He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I mean I guess."
She grinned. It was cheerful but somehow also just a little sinister. "Cool. I kinda wanna blow him in front of everyone. Do you think that would be okay?"
He wondered if she was intentionally catching him off guard with each sentence.
"I guess there's only one way to find out." He found himself saying.
She grinned again. "Awesome. Hold this for me?" She handed him her drink.
"I'll be right back, cutie."
He watched her ass sway as she sauntered over to the guy across the room. She glanced back at him with a wink that seemed to communicate 'wish me luck', although somehow he knew she wouldn't need it. As soon as she was within a few paces of the man, his gaze turned to meet her, utterly abandoning his previous conversation.
He wondered precisely how she was going to approach the subject. He assumed she wouldn't literally take him here in front of everyone. However he also didn't imagine it would take her long to convince him.
He observed them talking for a scant moment or so. A look of surprise came over the man's face and he wondered what she had said to him. He was somewhat shocked when, seemingly without warning, the woman dropped to her knees and began undoing the man's belt. She then slowly leaned in and slid his zipper down with her teeth.
Strangely, no one else in the room seemed to notice what was going on. They all just continued on with their drinks and their conversations, seemingly oblivious or indifferent to what was taking place before them. It was like the strange girl had cast a spell on everyone in the room.
He, on the other hand, couldn't look away. Not for a second. As he watched this girl he didn't know pleasure this man he felt that oddest mix of emotion. Arousal. Jealousy. Fascination.
It felt wrong watching her with someone else. Like she belonged to him. Even though he knew that was absurd. He still didn't even know her name. He felt sick with jealousy and wanted to walk right up and separate them.
Yet at the same time the last thing he wanted was for them to stop. He was utterly transfixed, watching this gorgeous woman he barely knew, on her knees for someone she barely knew. He wanted her to continue. He wanted her to finish him.
She knelt there in front of the other man with her hands on his thighs, taking every inch of him. The man had his hands on her head, gripping skull tight as he slid in and out of her mouth. Kept taking him faster and faster, until he was aggressively fucking her mouth. Even still, no one around even seemed to mind. A few people looked directly at them, but they just smiled and acted like it was nothing.
She looked beautiful. Perfect even. On her knees, taking the man she'd only just met. He ached to be the one in front of her, and he realized that was her intention. She'd done this specifically to wet his appetite for her. And it was working. He knew he was going to absolutely destroy her, the first chance he got.
Before long, she was more then the man could take. He shuddered and let out a shout. She took her mouth off of him and waited, knowing he was about to explode.
And explode he did. With a shout even longer and louder than the one previous, he let go, showering the beautiful and mysterious woman with his warm cum. Buckets of it too. Most of it coated her deceptively innocent face, a little got in her hair, and the rest went on her shirt. She basked in it, knowing full well just how amazing she looked.
She grinned up at the now exhausted looking man. She stood and whispered something unintelligible to him, and he simply went back to mingling with the others as though nothing had happened.
She then turned around and looked back at him, still covered in the other man's cum, and still grinning from ear to ear.
As she began to return to him, he realized just how hard his heart was pounding. It felt as though it was going to beat its way through his rib cage. The closer she got, the harder it pounded.
"How do I look?" She asked once she was right in front of him.
"Amazing." He said without even thinking.
She winked at him seductively. "Thanks cutie." She turned and began to move. "Come on. Let's go find someplace private."
He wondered briefly why she didn't just take him out here like the last guy but he wasn't about to question her. He fell in step behind her and followed her out of the living room, down a hall and into a large bedroom.
"Who's room is this?" He asked, wondering if they be disturbed."
She shrugged. "I dunno. It's ours for now."
Without further warning, she threw her arms around him and kissed him. The load on her face was still warm, and he didn't fully realize how hard he was until his throbbing member was pressed up against her. As her hands roamed over his body, pulling him against her, he knew needed to be inside of her.
The two of them tumbled into the bed together, a messy, incoherent pile of lips and limbs. He was so focused on the kiss that he almost didn't notice her reaching down to undo his pants. Before he knew it, his raging hard on was out of his pants and in her tiny, delicate hands.
He growled in pleasure as she's stroked him. He felt as though he'd die if he didn't get inside of her soon. But he wasn't time yet. He had a job to do first.
Reluctantly, he took hold of her wrists and took her hands off of his swollen cock. "Stop." He told her simply.
He stood up off of the bed, grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of it. He then slid her dress up her thighs. She grinned down at him and his heart fluttered a little at the sight of her smile.
He leaned forward and laid a soft, admiring kiss on her knee. Then, he began leaving slow, lingering kisses all the way up her thigh until he reached what he wanted.
He glanced up at her, as if looking for permission. She smiled, invitingly. Deviously. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap.
