“In Birmingham, they love the Gov’nor”, so the anthem goes.
As for the Dom protagonist? He despises politicians like any wise American but does love a late night drive across Mississippi, a large coffee with espresso shots, an open window, a suite at the Westin, and seeing Tool and the Deftones live at the BJCC in Birmingham, AL.
Good thing for him, she has the same taste in music. And they have a lot more in common than just that too.
So as he made his way across the Magnolia State, she slept sound next to the man she had no intention of leaving. A good man, in fact. And the next night, she high-tailed it across Jefferson County with her recent divorcee best friend looking every bit of sexy as any two women can.
He? A short walk with a buddy from work across the street from the hotel to the venue.
But in the end, they ended up within each other’s personal space. His StubHub read Section 25L, Row A, Seat 16. Hers the exact same, save the seat. Her ticket, in fact, read Seat 15; right next to him.
Three hours was the expected time for two, attractive, highly-sexual and tipsy away-from-home strangers to be in each other’s personal space. Within one another’s scent. Within one another’s accidental bumping zone.
You see, the unspoken downside of going to see a show or a movie, or flying on a plane, is you end up rubbing elbows with a total stranger. Most times it’s a nightmare, usually jostling for the armrest with a big gross unshaven beast. There is an unspoken and uncomfortable factor that everyone has felt. You convince yourself it doesn’t exist for the duration in order to mentally survive the “in my space” violation that you are forced to withstand for the sake of good live music, a ride across the country, et cetera.
However, in the very very very rare off-chance that the stars align, this uncomfortable situation presents an easy icebreaker as well, when the person sitting adjacent is somebody you actually want to be there. A chance to sit right next to a beautiful woman for 3 hours and actually have a reason that doesn’t make you feel like a creep when you exchange words.
Both of them having drunk a few heading into the venue, bravery was at an all-time high. Upon taking their seats they knew immediately each was completely attracted to the other. The way-too-flirtatious smiles that each offered up upon the first gaze they both regretted immediately once they realized they’d actually be sitting next to each other for the next three hours.
Sill, the message was clear to both of them: the other one thinks “I’m hot”.
So he drew first blood by initiating a conversation to eliminate the uncomfortable silence. His smile was sexy to her. Then the cologne, she remembers, nearly wiped her out.
But what she knew was the linchpin that completely got her horny for this man was when she eavesdropped on his conversation.
During the show, his stupid friend he came with referred to him in a joking manner as “Mr. 50 Shades”. Then later as “whatever fucking Mr. whips and chains.” Then Tool entered into 4 Degrees, a song specifically about a woman submitting her will to give a man her ass for anal sex. And his buddy proceeded to open a full-blown conversation about his buddy’s known love for anal as Maynard sang…
Locked up inside you, Like the calm beneath castles
A cavern of treasures that, No one has been to
Let’s go digging, Let’s go digging
Bring it out and take it back in
You won’t do what you’d like to do
Lay back and let me show you another way
Most girls would be a bit turned off by the sex talk but she had no intention of fucking this guy, so just knowing this hot shaved head guy was a beast in bed was kinda a turn on. Immediately she was wet at the idea of him inside her, telling herself to “get that idea out of her head.”
She wasn’t meant to hear any of it, but he knew she did. He knew, a thought probably crossed her mind, that this guy next to her was all about BDSM. Truth be told, he was just a regular-old rough sex hair-pulling Dominant for the most part. Sure bondage had it’s place in his bedroom, but not every time.
“Great,” he thought. “Only two and a half hours left and the stranger to my right thinks I’m some fucking weirdo.” He did the math in his head quick; southern girl plus ring on her finger means that there is a better than 50 percent chance she is a Baptist or some sort of right-wing crispy, so she thinks I’m a freak.
Over the course of the night, it became way too obvious that her single friend she was with was all about his friend, hardly even paying attention to the bands. As the show ended, the moistened married submissive leaned over and said, “So ah, what is there to do around here after concerts?”
Softball question. Translation, the guy is supposed to say “Ah, there is a ‘fill in the blank’. Would you girls care to join us?”. And that is exactly what happened.
Across the street in the bar at the Westin, it took all of about the time it takes to drink two cocktails before the two single friends were gone and likely upstairs naked going at each other. Looks like we were just “wingmen tonight”, he said. Still, she was so fucking sexy, good company, so he bought her another round, then another, and they just sat and talked at the bar in the thickest cloud of sexual tension.
The Dom noticed a ring on the busty married brunette. She noticed one on him too. They decided they would finish their drinks, chat, and kill some time for a while. An hour later, he looked down at her hand to see her ring gone.
“I guess she decided to ‘play single’” tonight, he thought.
Well, if she is playing that game, his was quickly tucked away into his pocket too. She then took notice after a few minutes and it was an unspoken message they both received.
The message was this: for the night, they are not married. For the night, they are down to fuck. For the night, they will be fucking. It’s just a matter of time now. So let’s get down to business already. Two drinks never got drunk faster.
That’s when he decided, “Fuck it. Man up time.” This sexy busty brunette was clearly uneasy but still enthralled at the same time. It had been so long since he was single plus he didn’t really have the patience to play the “I’m hitting on you now” game. Fuck that. He is a direct guy; so he decided, direct and to the point was the best way to address the fact that he wanted her. Bad idea.
“Look. I don’t know to say this so I am just going to say it. You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning. I don’t give a shit if you are married, single, or whatever. I am putting myself out here to offer you an experience to never forget. Your friend is gone; nobody will ever know. I can walk away right now and that is just fine. But I fucking want you, and if you want to know what I can do to your body, you just follow me. I am going upstairs now. So you think about it. No strings. Nothing.”
She blurted out an audible laugh and essentially laughed in his face. “You are not serious? Wait, you are serious? Wow. Pretty fucking direct, dude.”
Totally embarrassed, he said, “Ugh, sorry. I guess that was a bit much. I am not a pro at hitting on women. I’m going to head up to my room now, empty my mini bar, and pretend that never happened. It was nice meeting you. I feel like a fucking asshole. Sorry.”
So he headed up to his room. Alone. And she began walking toward her car…
Kicking off his shoes, he pours a Jack and Coke, hops in the shower, and turns on SportsCenter. Then nearly drops his drink at the sudden knock. Must be his friend; the only person who knows the room number. Would be nice but it can’t be her. Not possible.
He opens the door. And it’s the sexy busty brunette. She must have heard the room when charged the drinks.
“Listen”, she said. “I’m kind of embarrassed to be here but…”
Immediately he grabs her and saves her from having to use her words. They are at each other in no time and he is kissing her ears, throwing a hand around her neck and holding her pressed to the wall, unable to move as he fingers her pussy immediately. “Fuck being subtle now,” he tells himself. “She is getting a full fucking dose of me, so settle in, southern belle,” he thinks.
He is staring anger directly into her eyes. Tightening his grip around her neck and holding her there. He fingers her harder and harder and harder.
Her legs start to tremble. Her knees are starting to wobble. And she is getting wetter and wetter by the second.
She is within seconds of cumming. He sees the ecstatic anticipation in her face at the oncoming orgasm.
And that’s when he decides to pull his hand away from her, with his drenched fingers. He sees that she’s desperate for the orgasm he just stole from her.
He takes his fingers looks at them, licks his them very slowly, one by one, brings one up to her mouth for her to taste it, and then he puts it in his mouth instead, teasing her, toying with her, and then puts them right back inside of her.
“We are going to start over again, do you understand?”
“That will do.”
So he proceeds to pin her there longer while he fingers her harder and harder and harder until she’s about to cum again. He decides she’s been a good girl, so he lets her taste her pussy on his fingers after he gives her an intense standing clitoral orgasm that drops her straight to the floor.
After she cleans her pussy off of his fingers with her tongue, he walks over to the sofa and sits down. He tells her to crawl to him. He loves the vision of a woman crawling across the floor. As she reaches him she pulls his hard dick out and knows exactly what to do.
She proceeds to suck his balls, lick his asshole, stroke the shaft, and force herself to gag on the hard dick taking air away from her. Sloppy and full of saliva. Forceful. He immediately knows this girl is fucking beyond amazing at giving head.
He doesn’t cum easy from blow jobs either, but he knows if he stays here too long, he will easily shoot his load right into her mouth and set the night back 15 minutes.
“Not gonna happen,” he tells himself.
He rips her skimpy clothes off and throws her right onto her back. Immediately he goes straight for the breasts that he’s been staring at all fucking night.
“My god she’s got a fucking amazing rack,” he thinks.
Sucking her beautiful nipples. Squeezing and cupping her tits relentlessly. Spending a lot more time than he normally would on breasts, and she’s getting wetter and wetter from the excessive attention.
He spits right on the middle of her cleavage and shoves his hard cock right in between her gorgeous breasts. Back and forth as she stares right in his eyes.
“My fucking god these tits feel amazing”, he thinks.
She is loving all love he is showing her sensitive and beautiful tits.
Throwing her on her back, he proceeds to fuck her pretty little face. Gagging profusely. Saliva running down her face. Her mascara begins to run from the tears that are making their way down her eyes to her cheeks to her neck.
She is thoroughly being used like a cheap whore.
And she loves every fucking second of it.
He needs her to cum soon again. “Enough being selfish,” he tells himself.
“Give me her tight holes and give them to me now”. He grabs her by her hair and throws her around like a rag doll until he gets her in the position he wants her.
Staring at her pink lips and tight asshole he questions which one to violate. Easy choice. Give me the warm and wet. “I’m going to ruin this bitch’s pussy and she will fucking beg me to never stop.”
“She will beg me to fill her up with a total stranger’s cum.”
So he grabs her by the hair and splits her lips and drives himself deep inside her until her O spot is getting pounded and she cums all over his cock.
Shaking legs. Trembling. Her knees jolt inward and he wedges his arms inside her inner thighs to forbid her from folding inward while he keeps pounding her to make her orgasm even that much more intense.
After she peaks, he forces her wiped-out body to do the one thing she can’t fathom doing at this moment: to take the driver’s seat.
“Climb up on me. Slide your whore cunt over my cock. And show me what you are made out of,” he said.
And she looked him right in the eye, winked, and said “That cock? It’s fucking mine! So sit the fuck down and let Mama show you what ‘I’m made out of’.”
This turned him on beyond words. “Fuck Yes. Own this dick, bitch.”
Alpha submissives are a fucking godsend.
Bouncing up and down. Cock pelting away at her deepest regions. G spot even taking a hammering and she hits a peak not felt in a while, squirting all over his dick, the sofa, and their legs.
Losing total sense of control she just continued bouncing with his cock up against her clit and lips while her third orgasm came to a close.
Picking her up, he wants the feeling for her to be different with him. Something memorable. Something that will force her the next time she is picked up, to think of him.
This was the whole point of the suspended in air feeling he needed to give her. “You are gonna hang on to my neck for dear life. I’m going to take care of the rest, Kitten.”
Pounding her throbbing wet pussy again, and again, and again, as long as he physically could sustain it. Which happened to be the same amount of time it took for her to cum again.
Tossing her on the ground like a used whore, a fistful of her knotted up brown hair, he held her head immobile, making sure he would put the cum wherever he felt like it.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
And he painted a Jackson Pollock of cum all over her gorgeous, stunning, even more, beautiful than ever face, drizzling enough of his seed right on her tongue for her to savor the taste of him.
Cleaning up, he handed her his Jack and Coke and told her.
“I don’t give fucking two shits what else is going on in our lives. Who we are married to. This thing? This here tonight? This is going to happen again. And again. And again. Maybe next time you give me your ass. Maybe next time, I’m fucking you in public. Maybe next time, your man watches or joins in. Maybe next time, your best friend.”
“Either way, I am going to be inside you again, Kitten.”