I Burn
The fierce purring of the engine came to sharp end as the motorcycle's engine cut off. Long, smooth white legs swung over the sides and onto the pavement, brown and white trailing behind the figure as she walked through the breezy night streets. It was pretty quiet, being near the end of the night, but up ahead a powerful, sharp, and syncopating rhythm thrummed with her steps as she approached the night club.
Yang Xiao Long stepped through the automatic doors, where a single light shone through, breaking the dimness of the night streets and welcoming her into the euphoric embrace of the still lively night club. Her eyes scanned briefly over the myriad of dancers along the floor, blinking and shining with the strobes and the multi-colored beams of light waving across the room. Temptation begged her to join them, but Yang wasn't here for that.
She was on a mission.
Her hips swung wide and alluringly as she made her way passed the dance floor and straight to the bar. She espied her mark; a well dressed and cut gentlemen who looked to be about his mid 30's. Charming enough fellow. Far better looking than the greaseheads that surrounded him. She came to the bar and stood next to his stool; the bartender made eye contact. She didn't waver for a second, not the least bit concerned that she was only 17. It didn't make any difference to her whether she got the drink or not.
"Strawberry sunrise." She said coolly, and the bartender nodded, "No ice." She added with perfect dramatic timing. Such calm and collectiveness, it was a good first impression. She saw that her mark was trying real hard not to look at her, but he was totally staring out of the corner of his eyes.
"Oh!" She gesticulated, bringing up her hand to make the point of sudden remembrance, purposefully pushing up her not so very subtle chest as she did so, "And one of those little umbrellas!"
Now he had felt some kind of weakness and invitation all at the same time; the man turned and interjected, "Aren't you a little young to be drinking, Blondie?" He asked, matter-of-fact.
Without skipping a single beat she turned straight to him and with all the I could give a damn attitude she could muster, "Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?"
He didn't seem phased by either her tenacity or her knowledge of who he was, "So you know who I am." He shot back, "You got a name, Sweetheart?" He asked, scanning the room to make sure his lackeys weren't too far.
"Yes, Junior, I've got several." Yang said, with a strange concoction of venomous and sweet in her voice, leaning forward seductively, pushing her top cleavage into perfect view of the taller man, so that he could stare straight along the beautiful smooth curves and into the crevice in between, her hand slowly drifting forward down his chest, immediately causing his heartrate and blood to stirr, his breathing skipped a beat, "But instead of calling me sweetheart, you can me SIR!" With gruff in her last word, she reached passed his abdomen and straight to his pants, her hands cupping around his testicles.
A shot of adrenaline flew through her as the warm feel of his testicles, and his unexpectedly large penis, which she could feel pressing up against the side of her hand. She tightened her grip on his testacles, threatening to squeeze them into Oblivion.
Junior was definitely paying attention, "Tell me where I find -her-" Yang demanded, raising a picture on her cell-phone to his eyes.
"Never seen her before!" Junior responded, clearly nervous. Despite that, Yang felt his balls tighten up and his dick get warmer as blood pumped into his extremity...it even twiched along her wrist, the fabric of his pants pushing tightly against her hand. She rolled her eyes. How could his dick be excited when his balls were in peril? Junior was actually wondering the same thing.
"Little traitor" He mumbled for a second. Yang quietly laughed inside her own head.
"Listen Blondie...sir...Unless you want to make it out of here alive, I suggest you let me go. I don't know this woman."
Yang looked at the...many...bodyguards who had approached, weapons drawn, "Looks like we have an audience." She smirked, releasing him.
He recovered himself for a second, "I won't forget that." He promised, "Get out of my club."
He began walking away, his bodyguards forming around him. Before they could close her out, Yang pushed through two of them, Junior waved the guards off not to hit her, "Oh Junior, don't be so sensitive, I was only playing around!"
A devious smile spread inside of her soul as a wild thought gnawed from inside her dirty little head, his warmth still fresh in her hand's muscle memory.
"Let's kiss and make up, okay?!"
Junior stopped, turning toward her. "Hm?" He asked, not trusting, but immediately excited by the prospect.
She...was a beautiful young lady. Her...features, were so alluring. And as little as he enjoyed being embarassed in his own club, he did so love a strong spirited woman.
She giggled slightly, allowing an innocent blush to cross her face. And the trap was set.
"Okay..." He said hesitantly. She leaned forward, presenting her striking eyes and beautiful face to his mercy. He stepped forward, nervous and terrified. What if she punched him? What if it was a trick? What if she was batshit insane?! Afterall, she had all but neutered him moments ago.
Still, he could not resist the urge. But he had to be cautious. He leaned forward, pretending to fall for the kiss. He saw a sudden quick movement, and reacted with speed of his own, catching the fist that came for him, pulling her in and pushing his mouth up against hers. And intantly, their faces melded, his tongue penetrated her mouth and their muscles wrestled with each other's taste, massaging each other in a long, passionate kiss.
This was hardly Yang's first kiss, and hardly with someone older. But she was immediately taken in by it, too shocked to fight back after her failed plan to strike him powerfully. She actually found herself...loving it.
It was electric, on fire! Her heart started racing. Her arms wrapped around Junior and pulled him in, kissing back, exchanging some fluids. Her loins immediately started to ache. She could feel his hardening cock against her bare thighs, his searching hands reaching down her skirt, along her legs, and then up against her under-leggings.
They continued to kiss passionately, completely dismaying the bodyguards. Finally she pulled back, and placed Junior's hand against her wet extremity, "I burn..." She whispered, almost breathless into his ear.
Moments later, Junior was leading Yang down a corridor in the back of the club. Doors lined either side of them in a long line, "This is where Patrons can go if they...well, decide to rent a room in the heat of the moment." He told her.
Yang was slightly nervous. She'd never fucked a man quite as old as him. She wasn't scared but...nervous.
"Which room was it again?" He asked allowed, too excited to think straight, "Ah!" He said, excited, and unlocked a door with his key.
Yang peeked in...
To see two diva looking girls, one in a white dress and the other in a red dress, with long black hair, straightened, on their knees, slobbering all over a man's cock. His hand was wrapped around the hair of the red dressed girl, pushing her cheek against his sweaty inner thigh, her mouth slobbering over the side of his girth, while the white dressed girl had the last 4 inches of his dick in her mouth, pumping her head back and forth vigorously. The man was dressed sharply in all white, a top-hat obscuring some orange hair. He turned for a second, looking Yang directly in the eye, "Naughty girls should go to their -own- rooms for time-out." He said quickly.
Junior slammed the door shut, "I'm sorry about that!" He said, embarrased, "here's us..." He called, bringing Yang by the wrist into another room.
He shut the door, and turned to her.
"I want to try that..." Yang said, mesmerized.
"What?" He asked, "A blowjob?" He asked.
"Jesus I'm not some innocent Little Red..." She remarked. Junior didn't fully know what she was talking about. She fell to her knees, placed one hand along his pants, and grabbed his wrist with the other, placing his hand on the back her hair and pushing his fist closed around her hair, "This..." She said, free his dick from his trousers.
"Oh..." He said surprisingly. He was well and hard already, at full attention. He pushed forward against her cheeks, rubbing the head of his cock along her lips, brushing lightl against the bottom of her nose. He pushed the length of his dick up to her forehead, running the bottom of the shaft across her mouth and nose until his balls were in her mouth. He gripped her hair tightly and pulled her in, so that his balls forced themselves inside of her mouth.
She lapped her tongue across his skin, drawing a sharp exhale and slight cooing sound out of Junior. She played with his ballsack for a few more moments before running her tongue and face up the shaft, her finger coming up to itch along his scrotum.
She set the tip of his dick in her lips and looked at the length of it. It was bigger than any dick she'd sucked before...But she could do it, she knew!
"Are you sure you want me to...uh, set the pace?" He asked.
She responded by pushing his dick into her mouth and bobbing her head so that it pushed out her left cheek, looking him right in the eyes, drooling down his shaft, and then popping him out, using her hand to lubricate his length, "Come At me!" She said, coy.
"And?" He asked, leading her on.
"You'll see." She winked.
He grabbed a full head of hair and said, "Didn't I tell you, I'm not gonna forget what you did back there?" He asked, a coy devil springing out from his soul as well.
He pulled her head back and thrust his hips forward, immediately going deep into Yang's throat. He felt the whole of his dick piercing into her throat, feeling the warm, wet walls of her mouth tightly against his throbbing length. He didn't let up. In and out, in and out. Her mouth made squealching sounds, and he heard her gag and moan a few times, the vibrations running up his dick and filling him with excitement.
Quicker and harder, he fucked her face, occaisionally pulling out and giving her time to breath, spilling spit and pre-cum all over her cheeks and down her shirt. She could feel her own sticky saliva dampening her yellow undershirt, a thick strand falling from her chin down between her breasts. Some of it even fell along her skirt and legs.
He relentlessly started fucking her face again. He got faster and faster, wilder and wilder. The more punishment she took, the more fierce Yang seemed to get, though. Finally, she pulled him out of her, overpowering his grip with a strength he didn't think could be possible for the girl.
Here it comes... Junior thought, waiting for the punch.
Instead Yang pushed him down into a plush red chai, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, dropping her leggings off, then straddled him. She fell around his cock, letting him go deep into her well wet and lubricated pussy. Without a moment of hesistation she jerked and thrust her body against him, her saliva covered shirt and cleavage bouncing heavily in Junior's face;
"Oh!" "OH!" "OHHHH!" She cried desperately, fucking him vigorously, her eyes staring down at Junior's, who seemed to be in some kind of heaven.
"Don't! Fucking! Stop!" She cried.
He grabbed her side and suddenly threw Yang across the room, onto the bed. She growled at him, irritated. He wasted no time in clearing the gap, "What's wrong, Junior's Junior can't handle the pace?!" She taunted.
"Shut the fuck up!" He taunted, throwing her on her back, lifting up both her legs and pulling her waist in the air, angling her back up into the bed. Suddenly, Yang slammed her fists together and her hair shot up with a powerful energy he wasn't sure would kill him or not. But his cock was in charge of his fear, and it said go for it. He put her ankles up on his shoulders and slammed as hard as he could into her pussy.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" Yang cried, swinging her body in tamdem!
"Oh my god!" Yang gasped out as she finally orgasmed, then a second time, writhing slightly on the bed.
Junior dropped her legs, then stradles her ribcage, shoving his dick against her large, covered mounds, rubbing the purple cock across her boobs. "Help me out, Sir!" He laughed. Tired as she was, she reached up and put both hands on his slimy cock, vigorously rubbing him out, her wrists slapping against his balls.
Finally, he ejected his first load, shooting forward, up her face. The second splotched lazily against her neck. He leaned back a little bit, overcome with ecstasy, and shot the last 3 loads across her chest, covering her brown jackets in a puddle of thick, hot semen.
He fell in bed next to Yang and brushed his hand along her hair, "Blondie..." He sighed. They were both tired, both quickly falling asleep. "I don't know who that woman is...But if you come back here again, maybe my people will have found something by then. And if not, I'll have this room filled with Strawberry Sunrise, no ice, if you'll just let me fuck you one more time."
"Don't forget the little umbrella." Yang said lazily, falling asleep.
