I met Derek at the Peppermint Club, a new hotspot downtown that caters to bisexuals. I bumped into him on the dance floor while with other partners, but we both seemed to feel the attraction. Later, as he sat alone at the bar, I walked up to him and asked if I could sit down. He smiled at me, and offered to buy me a drink.
He was handsome and charming. We chatted for awhile, but the topic soon turned to sex. He was strictly a Top man, he enjoyed domination and some bondage, but he often had difficulty finding sex partners.
"I think you're very attractive, Derek. It should be easy for you to pick someone up."
"Picking up, yes. But word gets around, eventually."
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning towards him and crossing my legs.
"Sometimes they get scared off. I'm pretty big," he smiled.
"Oh?" I smiled back, leaning a bit towards him. I was getting excited, imagining what a stud this man might just be. "Just how big are you?" I let my stocking-clad leg brush against his.
"Nine inches. But it's really the thickness that surprises them. I'm seven inches around."
"Oh my Gawd!" I exclaimed. "I'll bet it's beautiful."
Derek smiled back at me, a dazzling, white-teeth smile that made my thighs tingle. We chatted for another hour or so, but I kept inching myself closer to him as the night went on, occasionally touching his arm when he told a joke, or casually letting my legs brush his as I crossed and re-crossed them under the bar. He didn't seem to mind. He seemed interested in me and flattered by my attention.
"I like the way you're dressed," he said. I had gone all-out for my first visit to the Peppermint Club. Full makeup, long curly strawberry-blonde wig, painted nails, a tight fitting, low-cut, short-skirted red micro mini, black seamed stockings, my favorite strappy 5" pumps, and a push-up bra containing my fake 36B cup tits. I knew I looked hot.
"Thank you," I said sweetly, placing my hand on his leg. I leaned towards him and looked directly into his eyes.
"I wouldn't run away from a nine-inch penis."
"You wouldn't?" he asked, looking surprised.
"No."
"Then what do you say we get out of here and go somewhere where I can make love to you?"
"I'd love to," I said, smiling brightly.
He paid for our drinks while I went to the restroom to freshen up. He was waiting for me as I came out, and he took me by the hand and we threaded our way through the crowd towards the door, getting several leers and stares on the way. I felt very horny, and proud to be seen being led to the door by this stud. Outside, he moved closer to me and slipped his arm around my waist, and whispered in my ear.
"Would it be alright if I take you to my place?" he asked. "I just live across town."
"Anywhere is fine, honey," I said, putting my head on his shoulder.
He had a Porsche with leather seats, and I grew hotter by the minute. I couldn't wait to get to his place and let him ravish me completely. He drove quickly, silently, and I smiled at him. Once at his condo, he pulled the car into the garage, and we went inside. Stepping behind me, he quickly pulled me to him, his hands roaming over my tits.
Before I knew it, my dress was pulled to my waist, my bra was off, and Derek was on the floor beneath me, eating me out. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have his tongue lapping between my legs.
I just had to have this man's cock in my mouth. When he finally stood up, he pushed me to my knees, unzipped his black leather pants, and pulled out his marvelous cock. Not quite hard, it hung thickly above my head. He stepped closer and offered it to my lips.