Steel and Flesh | 2016

At conventions, I socialize with people I only see when I can make it to a con, and make new friends who have like interests. This was a new horror con that my friends had wanted to attend, and I tagged along.

Friday night was fun just hanging out with people and getting our vodka on. We figured Saturday would be the party night for people. The convention had a DJ spinning in one of the ballrooms, but nobody was moving. I tried my best to get folks on the floor, and drinks were had. But our group had run out of beverages and the atmosphere wasn't what we had expected, so we were heading back up to our room to refresh our vodkas with the intention of finding other parties. A fellow hopped in the elevator with us and his voice caught my interest. He said he was going to get vodka too... so when my ladies got off on our floor, I impulsively rode up the other two floors with him.

Oh, yes. I was foolish. This could have turned out terribly. But I followed this well spoken, handsome man into his room, surprising him with my arrival. I don't even think I let him pour the drinks before I decided I was more hungry for flesh than thirsty for alcohol. I grabbed him by the shirt, turned his face towards me and kissed him. And the mood in the room instantly changed and he was immediately following my lead. Then overtaking me. I made the intial moves, but he was not a soft puppy to be led around. This man knew how he wanted me, now that he knew I was wanting him.

His kisses were soft, but his hands were firm and knowing. He had goth metal claws on his fingers and I inhaled sharply with lust each time he scraped the bit of skin that my v-neck shirt revealed. Reading me accurately, he pressed on with the steel against my skin and I reacted appropriately. I love it rough, I like being cut a bit, and this was intensely turning me on. The pressure between us was building up rapidly. Clothes didn't last for long, and soon all the only covering on either of us were those talons and a condom.

Before he sheathed his cock with my body, he lowered himself to my pussy and ate me like a man starved. Just the right amount of pressure on my clit, just enough twriling of his tongue to get me off but want more. And with the amount of violence I was encouraging him to perform, he bit my thigh-- bruising me but not drawing blood. I couldn't take any more without kissing him, so I brought his face to mine and abused his tongue as his tongue had abused my labia. Relishing the flavor of his mouth covered in my juices as he positioned his body between my legs.

He entered me as though we had been lovers for years, there was no clumsy fumbling to find where to go, just one subtle thrust of his hips and his thick cock was throbbing inside me. All the while, his talons slowly scratching down my side as he stroked in and out of my body, driving me wild with desire. I came the moment he slid inside me, and that was just the beginning. I had never met anyone so in tune with my kinks before, and it was turning sex into an entirely new level of delicious intensity for me. As he picked up momentum, he encouraged me to lick his pierced nipples, and I couldn't keep my from grabbing his ass nor my teeth from teasing his piercings. I led his hands to my neck to choke me and he applied the right amount of pressure to get me off. I was relishing his body as much as he was mine.

From him on top of me, to me on my knees, we transitioned smoothly and almost effortlessly. One of his hands kept a firm grip on my hips while the other roamed my flesh, dragging his steel tipped fingers over my skin. His thrusts powerfully bringing me to another shuddering orgasm. He didn't hesitate as he felt me spasm, continuing to pound at me and ride me through waves of bliss.

Smoothly, he rolled me to my side. He curled up behind me, and deftly positioned his cock to enter my soaking pussy from behind, grabbing me by my throat, spooning me with his throaty voice in my ear, while his talons created new stripes on my pale white skin, his hips thrusting with a voracity I hadn't felt in ages. This may have been my second favorite time from our romp.

We moved again into a missionary position, my legs wrapping around his hips as he fucked me with long slow strokes that steadily built up momentum. At first, I was able to nibble and lick his nipples, but he was startling to build up to his climax. Soon, his body was directly on top of mine, his voice growling in my ears. I was gasping at his back and ass. After several hours of bringing me to several mind blowing orgasms, he finally was able to release. His growls were loud and beautiful as his while body shook with pleasure. As he was coming into me, I came again, spasming around his still twitching cock.

I think we fell sleep at this point...