Written for those who love to dominate or be dominated. A departure from my previous stories, but hopefully as enjoyable. If you read this, I would appreciate any comments and all criticisms.
Enjoy.
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Damone thought she loved to give oral.
I met her at Club Nasty on 25th and Simmons three months ago. It was one of those darkly lit places jam packed with hot girls, where men drenched in equal parts cologne and sweat tried desperately to ply their legs open with the prospect of alcohol. I was there with a couple of buddies who were trying to pick up a pair of chicks for a quick fuck that night. Johnny had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and Steve was a man slut, so you get the idea. They were constantly at the bar, bringing back shot after beer after shot to any girl who made eye contact with them. Needless to say, they were scammed hard, and I watched them get worked without pity. If you were going to pay for pussy, you might as well buy it, and at the rate they were going, they probably could have had a full on orgy with five girls servicing them. Eventually, they left with two of the ugliest girls I have not had the pleasure of setting my sights on. I was glad when they left, and I stayed at the club to chill by myself.
I'd been eyeing this girl who had been getting drinks off my buddies, this leggy, raven haired beauty who was chatting it up with a group of people. She had on a blue dress that revealed more than it hid, a little thing that clung to every curve on her body. And boy, did this girl have curves. She had the greatest set of tits I'd ever seen, in that they weren't humongous, but they were a good sized D cup, perky as hell, their fleshy softness almost spilling out over her neckline. I couldn't have cupped an entire hand over one of those babies, and I had big hands. Her tight ass was literally hanging out of her skirt, the curves of her butt cheeks showing underneath the hem of the skirt. She was wearing a pink thong underneath.
For all those assets though, it was her lips that caught my attention. Big, shapely, and touched with lip gloss, they parted wide each time she laughed. I could see my cock ramming in and out of that succulent mouth. She looked like you could shove a beer bottle down that hole, no problem. My member throbbed just thinking about it.
"Checking out Damone, are ya?" The voice came from behind. There was a man standing there, expensive clothes hiding a lardy frame. I frowned at the intrusion, but he didn't seem to take notice. "Everybody does. Even the ladies. She's a popular one down here, with a mouth like that. Loves to suck cock and lick pussy. Could probably get paid to do it too, from what I hear." The man leaned back on the counter of the bar, sipping his drink without taking his eyes off Damone. "Word has it she's done a dozen men in one night. Multiple times each. They all got tired before she did. Only problem is, she won't let you have it, if you know what I mean." And with that, he walked off into the crowd.
