What a Hot Mess[M/F] | 2016

Seven years ago, at the age of nineteen, I spent my first night at a bar and dancing at a 21+ club. I was not the type to party and get drunk, but I was entranced with a woman whom I have been flirting with for the past year or two. I had talked with her quite a bit, as she worked the front desk at a massage therapist's office I would visit regularly. She was half black and half white with a cute face and adorable smile that was not shy in witholding her absolute desire for crazy sex.She was of average height with hair she kept short. Very short. Buzz cut short. Leaning on the desk I would often tease her and make sexy jokes to make her smile and blush. She would always call me a hot mess. At first it was harmless and friendly, after all, I did have a girlfriend.

After that relationship ended I found myself with a couple of different women that have been recorded poorly in the timeframe of my memory banks. I cannot remember in order I had spent time with them; it had blurred together. Regardless, the receptionist from the massage therapist's office was always there. When she noticed I was no longer in a relationship, she decided to persue me. She was eight years older than me and had been waiting for the opportunity to jump my bones.

I was shocked when I saw her outside of the office for the first time, she was inked up in tattoos I hadn't seen before, because she covered them with her working attire. Outside work she loved to dress slutty, wearing short leather skirts that showed off the bottom creases of her ass, and a top that pressed together her tits and displayed her inked cleavage. She wore combat boots regularly, and stripper heels equally as frequent. Ofcourse, again, when she was not at work. With her shaved head and tattood body, she reminded me of Subject Zero, a character from Mass Effect, a game I had just finished playing on my brother's x-box 360. This was not the type of girl I had ever gone for. I don't beleive I had ever been in the social circles of those who dress like this. This woman was the first and last I have had for the category I would put her in. That category being: Sex addicted, Lust provoking, Erotic crazed women. Everything about her loved sex, I had even been gifted by her a comic of Alice in Wonderland, the dirty version. My first texts from her included pictures that have long found residence in parts of my brain. The girl knew how to take great pictures of herself. I had nearly fell out of my chair and dropped my phone when this happened, because when I received them I was in the middle of one of my college classes.

Back to my first night of Bar Hopping. Z, as we will call her, asked me to meet her downtown. When I arrived she invited me to walk with her and she led me to a bar. I had never been to a bar before; I am underaged. Z would order the drinks and we would drink. After a few beers and appetizers, we went to a club, which I had gained entry to by placing a twenty under my ID card when I handed it to the bouncer.. She, in that slutty outfit of hers, danced with me, touched me, grabbed me, moved me to grab her, grinded me, bit me, and left me horny. Z went with her friend to the bathroom, I later found out they were talking about me. I was alone in the club, observing the place I had never been. I remember being disguested with what I saw, the amount of drunk men eyeballing girls in a very creepy way. It nauseated me to be in such a place and wondered why I was even there.

Z came back and we did more of what we did on the dance floor, but this time there were less barriers. The touching we were doing and the biting she was doing was much more intimate than before. It was time to leave and it was late. We both were in a situation where we lived with our parents, and hers was not an option. We went to my place and I silently guided a woman with much of her skin showing, wearing combat boots, down the hallway of my home. Her combat boots where not very stealthy. Things got hotter once we were in my bedroom once I closed the door and turned on my dim green light that filled the room. She began with giving me a blowjob like I had never had before and have yet to experience since. The caliber of her study was far beyond that of a girlfriend doing a favor or the hookups and friends that bragged about their oral proficiency. Her slober, the tongue, oh the deepthroating. The sucking and the looks she gave me while doing it; I was in bliss. I had never liked being kissed after a woman sucked my penis, but the way she did it was hot. She climbed up from where she was scaling my body until she was over me, immediately begining to make out with me.

It was stupid of me, and I am lucky that nothing happened, but there is not a condom to be found in this story. I tasted her pussy, and massaged it, and I fucked it. She was the type of girl that didn't mind being treated as if I thought she was made for my pleasure, she actually desired it. Every ounce of her wanted to rock my world so good and so bad that I would remember it forever and with every girl I'd ever be with. I had to open the windows because the temperature had risen to much. I was sweating profusely, I had moaned, I expressed lust like I had never done before, and she loved it. She massaged my cock with the master quality control of her pelvic muscles, and look upon me with a gaze that was observing and hungry. Her looks told me she was nourished by her corrupting of me. I had felt as though I had my virginity taken from me, even though this was not my first time, it felt like a first something. We made full circle, back to missionary, from the many positions we had done over the 2 hours we fucked. I pounded her fast with all the energy I had left, like a sprinter giving it all he had at the finish line, until I cummed. I covered her belly and pussy mound with my prime essence, and it even made a mess on the bottom of her tits. I watched her begin to gather it up from her abdomen with two fingers and place it in her mouth. She slowly sucked on her fingers as she pulled them from her mouth clean and smiled at me. She expressed her delight with a "mmmmm..." I had wondered if I had remembered her cumming. For two hours of sex she must have, but I feel as though everything about her was focused on pleasing me in ways I never thought I could. Not once did she ever looked bored; she had the same face throughout sex as she did now savoring my cum in her mouth.

I got a towel and helped clean her then walked her to the door. She kissed me goodnight and left. I only saw her one more time after that.