The clock struck twelve and Vincent thought back to last night and how he needed more… Gabrielle was there wearing a black sequin dress, her whole attire a cliché of someone who had just watched the Great Gatsby and was obviously putting in effort solely to get the attention of others on social media. Although despite all this, she was magnificent, the dress hung to her figure perfectly, all except her ample bosom, which were just aching to escape. A porn star body with the sweetest face, she was a juxtaposition; her figure was that which any woman would envy and every man would want.
From the moment their eyes met we were to magnetic figures, drawn to each other in the cosmic ballet of life; her subtle wink and how she ran her hands through her hair a signal for him to go over. Vincent approached and said, “Gabby, it’s been a long time”, she fawned a smile and replied, “Yes, it has”. We’d known each other for years through mutual friends, however Gabrielle had never looked like this before, she had transformed. She was always an attractive girl, but she used to be a lot bigger and very plain, but now, something had changed; like a caterpillar emerging from a chrysalis she had undergone a metamorphosis and she knew she was hot. He attempted to carry on the conversation, the lack of attention he’d given her in the past contrasted by how he, nor every other guy in the room that couldn’t keep their eyes off her made her realise she could do whatever she wanted and just like that she walked away.
Gabrielle knew she had his attention and she wanted him, she just didn’t want him to know that. She wanted him to chase her, being wanted turned her on. However Vincent didn’t play games, he made sure she noticed as he walked past her without even a glimpse. Now he was in control, she grabbed another glass of champagne and walked over to a group of women, all dressed well, but none of whom could hold a candle to her and she knew it. The group began to talk about Vincent, he could feel their eyes on him from across the room, however the discerning stares of Gabrielle were in stark contrast, how could this man not want her; how was he the only man immune to her spell?
For the rest of the night Vincent stayed at the fringes of the arty, on the balcony smoking and slowly sipping champagne, a taste he hated but gulped down to fit in. He turned thought to himself, “well I may as well go find someone to kiss at midnight”, as the clock was approaching faster to the hour. He also knew that just like Gabrielle, he was also getting a lot of attention, any woman at the party would be his for the taking. He was dressed well, like a 1920s made man, but it was his devilish good looks and the fact that he was so nonchalant it meant that people naturally wanted his attention. As Vincent walked back into the main house from the balcony she crashed into him, her glass of champagne erupted from the flute up her neck and down over her breasts. The bubbles and liquid tantalized her skin and like electricity sent a pulse down her body. He looked at her sweet face and saw the arousal in her eyes. “I am so so sorry”, she said excitedly, “little early to be getting wet”, he jested. It took her a second to click and she laughed softly.
From that moment on they were inseparable and they spent the whole night talking and dancing, his fingers teasing her figure every chance he got, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. As the minutes flew past suddenly the countdown began; ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…
And at one they kissed deeply, she pushed her breasts into his chest and her hips closer into him; she could feel his bulging hardness through his pants and her dress and she could also feel her sweet wetness, running down her thighs. The kiss lasted for an eternity and then they decided they couldn’t stay. While everyone was distracted celebrating they rushed for the door and out they were into the elevator. Before the doors even closed Vincent had pinned her against the wall, and was kissing her neck passionately as his fingers ran up her thigh to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties; he slid three fingers inside her and she gasped and dug her fingers into his back. She was soaking wet and her juices covered his hands in seconds and he slid inside her while his thumb teased her clit.
The elevator dinged and the door opened, as he pulled he hand to his lips and licked the juices off his fingers running his fingers over his lips; Gabrielle looked at him pulling down her dress and watching him she couldn’t help but let out a moan. Vincent grabbed her face and kissed her, she could taste her juices off his lips and the taste was amazing, the sweetness mixed with the after taste of champagne got her heart racing.
The quickly walked out of the building, she only lived a few blocks away, however the it wasn’t that cold and there were no taxis in sight, so the walk simply added to the anticipation. They approached her building and walked in, as the door closed he spun her around and undid her dress, the black pile of sequins fell to the floor she was completely naked and her white skin almost glowed in the subtle light of her apartment. He kissed her neck and forced her to her knees. Gabrielle undid his belt and pants with haste and then gasped as she saw his huge throbbing cock… precum already running down the shaft. She pushed him onto the couch and moved towards him, teasing the tip of his head and Vincent let out a deep grown. She teased him with the tip of her tongue the sensation making his cock throb harder and harder. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes as she kissed the tip of his cock and softly said “you like that daddy?” Without hesitation he grabbed the back of her head; his hand intertwined in her hair and he pushed her head down, until she gagged and engulfed his whole cock in her warm mouth. Gabrielle started sucking and going deeper taking every inch of his throbbing glory into her mouth, Vincent started to moan more aggressively and he could feel himself getting closer and closer. He pulled her head away and she said “I want you to cum all over my face, mark your territory”, and she went back down and started sucking but he wanted to feel her tight pussy, he wanted to cum inside her.
Vincent grabbed her and pulled her onto the couch pulling himself on top of her pinning her wrists above his head; his big hands held them in one hand and with his other, he started teasing her pussy, sliding his fingers so deep inside her… Before in the elevator she was wet, now she was soaking. He positioned himself on top of her and grabbed his cock rubbing it over her clit teasing her, “we can’t”, she said, “I’m not on birth control”, he kissed into her neck, “I don’t care, I want to fill you up”, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in, “cum inside me” she said, all her inhibitions were out the window.
He slid so deeply inside her and began to thrust harder and deeper into her sweet tight pussy… Vincent grabbed her ass and pulled himself with every thrust deeper, Gabrielle, tore off his shirt ripping off several buttons and pulling his chest into hers. Her exposed nipples hardened as sweat dripped off his body onto hers, her moaning louder and louder with each pulse of his cock inside her. Her back arched and he grabbed her breast in his hand and deeply sucked upon her nipple biting it harder, which forced her to let out a loud yell, “fuck I am cumming”, she announced. As she came he could feel her pussy constrict around his cock which pushed him to his limits he could barely contain it. Her nails dug into his skin, tearing his back, tearing so deeply piercing the flesh, her perfect French manicure now covered in blood with how she tore down his back…
The pain of her tearing his back, contrasted against how good her pussy felt as it tightened around his throbbing cock was all too much, however he was a man who knew how to please a woman so he kept pumping harder and harder her orgasm causing her body to convulse and her eyes to roll back in her head, this was a moment of pure bliss. She could barely handle it, her pussy throbbing with the beat of her heart. It almost started to hurt as he stretched her out and she had never cum this intensely before, her legs beginning to shake, he couldn’t hold back anymore…
“I’m about to cum”, Vincent said which made her start cumming again, “I should pull out”, he said, however Gabrielle wasn’t going to allow that to happen. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and said “no, you’re mine”. He tried to pull away and she held him close, her legs tightly around his body thrusting her hips as her hands grabbed his rear and held him in place, “Daddy fill me up”, she moaned and then the flood gates were open, he erupted inside her, cum filling her so deeply. This set her off again and for a third time Gabrielle started to orgasm as their juices mixed into an erotic cocktail of bliss, pure passion. He came so hard, his fluid filling her and already dripping out her soft lips down her thighs and with exhaustion he fell into her arms as she whispered “Daddy you’re mine”.
But that was twenty four hours ago, and now yesterday feels like a distant memory. Reminiscing over this the clock stuck twelve and Vincent needed her… And just at that moment his phone rang, “Vincent speaking”, he answered, “Ready for round two?” the voice said and he knew it was fate…