Love Bites 4

Clint couldn’t help but grind against her hips harder with every thumping note as they danced in the thickly hot club. She turned around so that her back was against his chest as she swayed her curvy hips from side to side against his growing erection. Her waist length loosely curled hair was a beautiful red, not a red found in any store, and was damp at the roots from sweating and her pouring water over her head earlier that night. Her skin was a very pail color, she looked like a china doll, and the color and soft skin was a perfect canvas for her beautiful tattoos. She had a beautiful moon behind her right ear, a tribal version of a music note on her right calf, a gash with part of her spine showing on her lower back in the middle, the rag doll on the Issues cover from Korn on her left foot, a small tribal dragon on her right palm, and a dream catcher on her left forearm. She had two left eyebrow rings, one right eyebrow stud, two hoops on the right side of her lower lip, two cartilage hoops on either ear, her normal earring holes had been stretched to fit a pencil through and held a silver plug that was open in the middle, she had a small silver hoop on her navel and from Clint could tell thanks to the very thin black and bright pink tank top she had her nipples pierced as well.

Clint had seen her earlier that night sitting in a booth in the back of the club. Her hair draped over her left shoulder, her piercing gray eyes were lined with a thick black eye liner and her long lashes were curved up and tick with black and red tips. Her pouty, black glossy lips parted slightly to let thick smoke roll out of her mouth. Her long black nails tapped lightly on the table as she sat, crossed legged and tempting on her seat. Clint smiled and walked up to her and extended his hand to her. She smiled softly up at him. His long dark hair hung in his face lightly, his veins showing in the slightest as his hand gripped hers. They chatted a bit then decided to dance; Clint gave her a quick and sly glance up and down. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt with thigh high bright pink fishnets. She wore black high heels with ankle straps and a black garter belt that was visible when she would move a certain way.

Clint couldn’t help be groan when she rubbed her body down his and was now crouching down with her back to his front. She raised her perfectly plump backside up, rubbing it against his growing hot monster, and then flipped her hair back as she slowly stood straight. Clint rubbed his hand from her lower back to her hip and then to her inner thigh. He was a bit shocked to feel how wet she was. She rolled her head back onto his shoulder and moaned lightly as his large hand brushed her soaked panties.

She turned herself around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he held onto her backside. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his waist as she rolled her body back, bending backwards and the rising again. The song soon ended and now a very hot and bothered Clint stumbled out of the club and to his car with the young woman lightly nibbling on his neck and earlobe. Her hands ran down his chest and to his pants as he fumbled with his keys. She grinned as he yelped lightly at the feel of her cold fingers gripping the hot flesh that was hanging between his legs. Finally he got the car door unlocked and opened. She crawled in and smiled at him as he shut the door. She reached over and unlocked his. She waited as he took his time to calm down while he walked around the car to his side. As Clint opened the door she hung up her cell phone and smiled at him. He was shocked yet very aroused by her proposal of her friend joining them. Clint smiled at how kinky she was and slowly slipped his hand between her legs. She grinned and unbuckled herself, thankful that he owned an SUV; she kneeled between the seats and rubbed the enlarged muscle between his legs. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She smiled as she took out his piece and admired it. It’s flush wet cut head, the long hard shaft ridged slightly with veins. She slipped her hand under the fabric of his boxers and cupped his soft balls, rolling them in her hand lightly as she closed her mouth over the inch wide head of his hot meat. Clint moaned loudly as he tongue snaked down his pillar of flesh, revealing the feel of three tongue studs in a row across her soft tongue.

Clint tried his hardest to pay attention to the road as she bobbed her head over his lap. Her sensually husky voice crept up to his ear with a question if he wanted to cum in her mouth. The sound of her voice mixed with such a dirty question sent him over the edge, his leg shook and his balls tightened as a creamy white liquid spurted from his hot prick. She lapped it up quickly as to not spill a single drop of the warm salty seed.

Finally they pulled up to Clint’s apartment, Clint with a newly growing erection. He rushed over to her side and opened the door just as she was placing a small mint on her tongue. She smiled at him and got out of the car. They walked up the stairs touching each other and kissing each other’s mouths deeply. She had a way with him that made him weak in the knees. She whispered things in his ear that he only read in smut magazines. She purred in his ear how it has always been a fantasy of hers to be taken from behind in a public place. She winked and glided her tongue over her full lip. Clint grinned at her and tugged lightly at her tank top. She smiled as they started up the stairs that led to his modest apartment. As they walked she got daring and pulled her top up over her head. Clint swallowed hard at the sight of her undressing in the very open stairway of his apartment building that was adorned with many windows and placed on one of the most trafficked streets. Clint once again fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the door quickly to let the couple inside before she was completely nude. She smiled and dropped her stuff at his doorway and turned her back to him. She unzipped the back closer of her mini skirt and bent over as she slid the fitted skirt down her soft thighs and then down to the floor. She kicked it into the pile in front of his door and grinned. Now standing in her black lacey bra, matching thong panties, garter belt, thigh high stockings and heels she run her fingers through her long hair and smiled. She walked over to Clint, swaying her hips lightly with each step. She leaned against the doorframe as his shaking hand tried to find the right key. She tangled her fingers in his long hair and took his free hand in hers. She pushed it under the dampened fabric and let his fingers run across her smooth wet lips of her woman hood. Clint sighed, a mixture of relief and ecstasy.

Once inside the apartment Clint slammed his new mistress against the wall harshly and kissed her lips. He violently ripped her bra open and sucked on her nipples. She scrapped his long nails along his scalp and tangled her fingers in his hair. She pulled back harshly and grinned. She purred like a kitten feeding from its mother as she pulled Clint over to the bed in the opened lofty apartment. Clint nearly ripped his clothes off when she hissed seductively to strip. She giggled lightly and made him slow down as she sat on the edge of his large and high set bed. She spread her long smooth legs wide and pushed the damn near soaking fabric of her panties to the side. Her pink tight lips glistened with her excitement; Clint saw a small line of soft trimmed hair above the inviting slit. She ran her fingers along the lips and spread them out wider as she slipped her middle finger deep inside and sighed. Clint stood naked in front of her and started to stroke himself now that he was at full attention again. She nodded him over to the bed and lifted her legs to spread herself wider. Clint spread her lips again and slowly pushed his engorged member deep inside the tight hot spot. She sighed as he slowly pulled out, to the point where only his head was still buried in the folds of her velvety woman hood before he quickly and roughly slammed himself deep inside of her. His quick and harsh strokes shook her whole body causing her full C-cup breasts to jiggle. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her body, her long legs up high by her chest, her firm breasts adorned with silver hoops. Clint nearly fell from weak knees as she cried out for him to take her from her backside. He pulled out and let her get up; she stood on the floor and bend down and grabbed her ankles.

He gripped her mouth watering buttocks with his hands and spread her cheeks. He slipped his fingers down between her thighs and wet them with her juices that were over flowing and running down her legs now. He slipped one finger into her awaiting anus before slipping two, then three. When she was fully worked up and wet, he slowly slipped his feverish head into her. She let out a small whimper but it soon turned into a moan as he slipped all six inches into her. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back inside, once he could move in and out of her slowly but at a steady pace he became daring. He gripped one side with his hand to make it easier to pound into her and raised the other hand. He brought it down roughly on her pail skin, giving it a bright red glow. He repeated this a few more times as she tugged at her nipples and cried out his name. She looked between her legs at the sudden sensation that someone was there. She grinned when she saw a tall young woman. She looked a bit older then the pail girl Clint brought home but not by much. She had beautiful long black hair that was silky and framed her oval shaped face. Her almond shaped eyes were a sexy light brown color, her lips full and curved in a small grin. She had smaller breasts then the redhead but a body that could comply with a plunging neckline of the white silk dress she wore. Her long legs were easily seen thanks to the high hemline, and were giving even more shape with her high stiletto heels.

As Clint pounded into the fair skinned woman she smiled at her half black half Latin friend. She snuck up to Clint without him noticing and whispered in his ears promises of how he’ll love what will be done to him that night. Soon Clint felt his balls tighten as he released in the girls anus, he shot so much of this delectable cream of his that it over flowed and dripped down her pink slit and down her legs. Soon after, he collapsed.

The next day Clint found himself on his bed, covers tossed around him and a few hanging off the sides. He was naked and clammy from the heat of last night but the cool air in the apartment met with his skin. He went to sit up but was sore, he felt a slight pain jolt from his neck and then again on his inner thigh. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and walked into his office where a few TV’s were set up. He grinned as he saw his hidden cameras were recording last night just as he had planned. He called up his brothers and friends to come over and watch the game that was to be on that day and to brag about his night. He didn’t remember much after his second release, didn’t even remember the red heads friend coming over but knew there were two beautiful women in his bed pleasing him.

After calling everyone and taking a shower he looked around for a note or some article of clothing that his kinky friend would be coming back or calling. Soon after his disappointment of not finding anything the doorbell rang. Clint let his friends and brothers in and started telling them everything that happened the night before. At first they didn’t believe him but he promised a tape to prove himself. They walked into the office and Clint turned on the tape. They laughed and poked fun as all they saw was Clint taking his clothes off, then the tape cut off to blackness then gray static. He couldn’t understand what had happened, he could understand if the beautiful red head was sitting on the bed while he undressed and then it cut off but she wasn’t even in the picture.

“That’s what you get for recording every fuck you get.” Bob laughed at his brother and followed the rest of the crowd into the living room to watch the game. Clint sighed, now in a sour mood and sulked out of the room, on his way into the living room he passed one of his mirrors, to his surprise, he didn’t see anything, at all, not even himself. He stiffened in panic as he turned and saw his brothers and friends seemingly frozen in time and the red head, accompanied by her friend walk up to him.

“And this is what else you get.” She purred before lunging at his throat, long white fangs bared and eyes flashing white. He has now been cursed with never being able to see himself again, in film or mirror.