Night On The Town [PM if interested - one male]

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Taylor Cummings had everything she wanted, but all good things must come to an end. Taylor had an amazing pent house apartment, and being the head of a huge couture fashion magazine. Everything she could possibly dream of all by the age of 25 years old. But now this. She was in the office earlier in the day when she recieved a phone call stating that her husband was filing for divorce. It came without warning, although she was sure that the asshole photographer was running away with one of his trampy models. A model she had personally discovered and put on her magazine cover. Business trip to Italy her ass. It was no surprise that when she got home she simply decided she was going out. She took off her usual work clothes, which was usually a dressy upscale kind of dress in designer business attire, and threw on her best night clothes.

By night clothes, I mean trampy ass "I'm-single-again-so-buy-me-drinks", clothes. Tonight, her attire of choice consisted of a very short and very tight little black dress. It tied around the back, with a plunging front neckline reaching nearly to her belly button, however showing of her perky 36C's well. She wasn't being modest tonight. In fact, she was sure the hem of the dress just barely skimmed below her ass. Tonight, she was in it for the fun. No attatchments. And it wouldn't be too hard for the wavy haired brunette. She had always been a looker, way before all this. She had only been married for two years, and still kept the body she had through high school and college - weighing a perfect one hundred and twenty on a five foot six frame. She was tan as all get out with legs that went forever. Had she had kids, she'd most definitely be a MILF, garaunteed. However, she hadn't gone that far, and her perfect little self was having a night on the town. With that, she slid on some 4 inch stilettos, and waltzed out to a taxi she had called earlier.

When it dropped her off at the bar, she had no problem getting in. The city knew her. She walked into the club, and directly to the bar. She pulled herself up onto a stool and smiled at the bartender, "3 shots of straight whiskey, please." Drinking as if she were in some low class bar.
 
Malcolm
6'3"
230 Pounds of muscle
Black Hair
Green Eyes
9" uncut
Wearing: Tight Black Jeans, T-Shirt, and Biker Boots.

Malcolm knew that he was a ladies man, and didn't bother to not flaunt it. He was at the bar that night looking for his next nights fling. He wasn't looking to settle down, just have fun with life at this time. When he saw her walk in, he knew what she was looking for, and followed her to the bar. He sat down next to her, and smiled. "May I pay for that drink for you?" He had a winning smle, and looked her up and down with a appreciative smile.
 
It was funny how men could often sense when women were in a whore like mood. How they could sense when they were going to be easy as hell to get in bed later that night, or maybe Taylor just screamed 'I'm easy' when people saw her. Either way, he wasn't too far off - and things got ten times better when he offered to pay for her drinks. "Yes you may." She crossed one leg over the other, leaning against the bar slightly.
 
Malcolm smiled and couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage as he paid for her drinks with a fifty dollar bill, telling the bartender that it would be for the rest of their drinks tonight also, and he could keep the change. He then smiled at her and placed a hand on her hip, as he sat there casually. "I'm Malcolm and you are beautiful tonight, but I bet your beautiful everynight." I smile and chuckle at that pick up line.
 
Taylor caught him eyeing her tits, and offered up the deal slightly as she arched her back a bit and stuck them out as if on display. She watched as he forked some cash over to the bartender, and smiled slightly. Hey big spender, eh? She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, allowing him to place the hand on her hip and listening to him speak. She rolled her eyes playfully at his pickup line, a seductive kind of voice following soon after. "I bet you get all the ladies with that line." Her eyebrow quirked as she made the comment, looking towards the drinks the bartender sat in front of her.
 
"Either that or tell them about my porsche parked outside." He chuckled at that, and knew that she was going home with him that night. "So you want to get out of here, and maybe go someplace more private and comfortable?"
 
Taylor smiled, weighing her options a bit. Go home with this man, rub it in her husband, maybe ex-husband's face later, or stay here and get plastered. Both were very appealing. "Ah, that depends." She paused, glancing to her drink, "Will there be a lot of this in this more private, and more comfortable someplace?" She asked, raising her glass and taking a drink from it, loving the way the alcohol felt in her throat.
 
"As much as you want lovely. I have a fully stocked bar, and a huge place. I can give you the night of your life, and you can forget about everything if you like." His hand had made it's way from her his, down to her fine ass and gave it a playful squeeze.
 
She listened to him with a seductive smile on her face, finishing off her drink before speaking again, "Well then, I'm ready to go." Chills began to run down her spine as his hand trailed to her ass and squeezed it. She smiled again, and gave him a playful wink.
 
The first thing she notices is that he wasn't lying about the Porsche when they get outside. For outside waiting for him was shiny new black porsche convertible, that he opens the door for you. He goes around to the other side and climbs in. "Ready to go? It isn't that far, just up town a bit." He turns the key and gives life to the motor as he drives to his apartment building.
 
Her eyes opened wide when she saw the Porsche. Although she wasn't much impressed, considering she herself could have those luxuries, she was impressed that he could actually afford it. She slid in the passengers seat, allowing the hem of her dress to ride up slightly for show and for some tease, nodding. "I'm ready."
 
Malcolm chuckled as his eyes looked at her legs and smiled. --This was going to be a fun night, with a fun girl it seems-- he thought to himself. She was definitely giving off the right signals, and he was going to have fun with them. He drove her to his apartment, not a penthouse, but still a nice sized 2 bedroom apartment overlooking the city and the scenery. "Welcome to my humble abode, make yourself comfortable, what did you want to drink?"
 
When she saw him gaze at her legs, she uncrossed them slightly and sat in a mildly unlady like manner. She ran her fingers through her hair, loosening the locks slightly when they reached the apartment. Once inside, she looked around. It was nice for an apartment being lived in by a single man. "Anything strong." Taylor said with a smile as she nonchalantly sat down on one of the sofas.
 
"Depends on what you mean by strong, strong enough where you won't remember tonight, or not that strong, where you will remember who you slept with tonight?"
 
She laughed a bit when he described the strength of the alcohols, "Something in the middle?" Taylor bit her lower lip, crossing one leg over the other again as she looked around the apartment.
 
I come over with a perfect Dirty Martini. 'Here you go, just wat the bartender ordered. So what shall we do with ourselves." I say as I sit down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and placing my other hand on your knee.
 
I smile and accept the drink, taking a sip of it on the spot. "Thank you!" I take another quick sip, and sit the martini down on the coffee table in front of me. "You're the host. Shouldn't you come up with the activities?" I laugh a bit, gesturing towards you.
 
I smile as I look you in your eyes for a second, and you can see a twinkle in mine. "I have the perfect idea, let's get you out of those clothes, and into something a little more comfortable, like my bed." I grin as my hand slides up under your little dress, caressing your inner thigh.
 
I part my legs, almost as if on demand when you trail under my dress and begin caressing my inner thigh. "Mmm, that sounds like a really good idea.." I agree, taking another drink of the martini before reluctantly standing up.
 
I smile as I lead you to the bedroom, then reach behind you untying the dress, and taking it off of you. Looking you over, my previous bulge, was getting bigger now, and more pronounced. "Very nice, now let's see here." He kissed her then, as he worked on her panties, and slid them down her long legs. Now she was just standing in her heels and he liked that. "I think the heels will stay on, what do you think?" I then start undressing, and then stand in front of you completely naked, and wrap my arms around you kissing you again as I lay you down on the bed.
 
I follow you to the bedroom, excited for what's going to go on once we're in there. I look almost helpless as you undress me, not knowing exactly what to do other than stand there and get goosebumps whenever you touch me. I can see your bulge getting bigger and I want nothing more than to reach out and stroke it, however I hold back. I return the kiss, feeling you move down to my panties - spreading my legs slightly as you slide them down my legs. I shiver a bit at the slight cold of the room, however it's nice, causing my plump nipples to stand erect.

Taylor struck a pornstar like pose, standing there in her heels. "I agree. Very pornstar like." I giggle a bit, thinking about it. Sex with your heels on was somewhat glamorous. "Mmm," I moan as you wrap your arms around me and begin to kiss me as I'm being laid on the bed. I wrap my arms tight around your neck, moving my lips from yours to your neck, gently kissing, sucking and nibbling at a particular spot.
 
I let out a moan as you nibble, and start nibbling my way down your body, paying special attention to your nipples first, then working my way down. I believe in plenty of foreplay in sex, and you were going to find out exactly how talented my tongue was. I start giving butterfly kisses all over your breasts, flicking my tongue, and nipping at your nipples before working down even further. Bringing your ankles up onto my shoulders, I dive into your pussy, letting my tongue lead the way, working over it ever so expertly, with tongue, teeth and nimble fingers.
 
I find pleasure through your moan, and even more so when you take matters into your own hands. "Mmm, yes." I moan as you begin at my nipples, closing my eyes as you begin to kiss my tits and bite at my nipples. They're becoming rock hard, I can feel it and I don't want you to stop. However, I don't mind so much when my heel clad feet are over your shoulders and your tongue is working at my cunt. I arch my back, moaning again. "Oh god.." I moan loudly again, arching my back further as I grab handfuls of the blanket on your bed to stable myself from writhing all over in pleasure.
 
I smile as I bring you to no less than 3 orgasms, before climbing back up your body, and kissing you deeply, still having your legs over my shoulders. "I'm going to give you what you want now sweety." With that I drive into you with my full length, giving it a twist as I drive deeper than ever. I start fucking you with deep strokes, not to hard, but also not to soft, just enough to keep you going and begging for more.
 
It was almost to pleasurable to bare, each orgasm as volcanic as the next. I was almost worn out just from that, but I kept myself wanting more, mainly you, inside of me. I say nothing when you speak, I don't have the time to before drill yourself into. The only thing I can do is moan, and try to grip even more of the blankets in my hand. My tits start to shake with each thrust, my hips bucking in attempt to get more of inside of me if it was even possible.
 
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