Writing from Phoenix

And from that point things happened very quickly. He was thrashing his body against my face, ramming as fast as he could. He slowed for a second or two, groaned deep, and came in my throat. I think he pulled out clumps of my hair, but you know I love hair pulling. That man was enjoying himself. He mumbled, "Oh goddammit...oh goddamn..." as the last of his squirts entered my mouth.

He finally let go of my hair and pulled out. The entire episode lasted under three minutes. I'm good...I'm real good. He pulled up his pants and headed for the door. What the fuck? You mean I get nothing! Yep. I got nothing. Maybe he was embarrassed because he came so fast? Maybe it was just so late? I'm not sure but I felt used in a way, I didn't get anything out of him. Not one fingering, not one lick. Miss Pussy wasn't happy...but I was too tired to care. I slept sort of fitfully that night, after humping the sheets for a while of course. Scott slept well I'm sure. I chalked that one up to a sympathy blow job for a guy who looked like he really needed one and left it at that. I wasn't going to let him get me down.

The next day during one of our seminars together he hardly looked at me. But I did manage to walk by him, look him squarely in the eyes and wink at him. That got a smile out of him. But of course, I was done with him. Not fair...not fair at all.

But David the bartender always made me happy with his nice smile and beer in a glass ready for me. I promised him on my last night in Phoenix he could fix me some Wild Turkey and coke, my favorite drink. We'd have us a mini blowout party together. And that we did.

I had to go to the final ceremony last night with the fancy dinner and all. I wore my black split skirt with my low cut white and black flowery, netted blouse. I had my dangerously high sandal heels on. So high that it made my back automatically arch and my ass stick up and out. I was looking good. I took extra time to primp up.

I arrived in the large dinner room and fancy tables were scattered about. Tim, the cocaine man, was there with his buzzed out high self. He was actually very sweet and made sure I sat on his table with his friends. There was a power point presentation showing on the wall behind the stage of pictures taken throughout the week. It was fun to watch and my mug was in quite a few. I ate a few bites of my prime rib. Of course he didn't eat a bite and kept leaving to go to his room. I started feeling sorry for him. He obviously had a drug problem. But on the surface nobody would be able to tell. Of course I had some insight to it all.

Did I tell you I sort of had a stalker all week? Another guy from the conference, married, and kind of weird. He also sat at our dinner table. He was almost puppy-ish, following me around like a loyal slave all week. He was mild-mannered and nervous acting around me. But every time I turned around there he was. Harmless I suppose.

I left everyone behind to finish their dinner and I freshened up in my room and headed to the bar and to David. The nights had been fun, talking to him and getting a buzz on before gallivanting around with these other men. David and I spent a lot of time together while he worked the bar of course.

My first drink was strong. He put two straws in the glass. A sweet thought considering I told him earlier in the week it was a habit of mine, drinking Wild Turkey and coke with a straw so I could stir every few seconds. The second drink was strong again. I motioned him over and asked him what the hell he was doing to me. He gave me a paranoid look and whispered that he was doubling them. He then said shhh, it was our secret. I began to tell him I couldn't afford doubles but he again said shhh, he had it covered. It made me smile and I asked him was he trying to get me drunk or something. He said he might be.

The liquor went straight to my mouth and we joked and talked and it was a good time. A fixture at the bar is what I had become. I made friends with all the bartenders this week. The manager, a black man with a deep voice - who I would do right then and there - talked to me about being a bartender. He said I would be a perfect one because I didn't take any shit from anyone and I could keep a conversation going with the best of them. He watched me chat with all sorts of people through the week and I never met a stranger. I've always wanted to be a bartender, make extra money on the side.

Another younger bartender told me all about his experience as a professional gamer. He said he went to the national finals once and a 14 year old girl kicked his ass in Halo. I thought that was hilariously funny. David didn't seem to like him giving me attention. I thought that was sweet. Whenever the young dude would come over to speak to me, David would come over and wipe the bar in front of me or hand me another drink. I could just tell he was being protective and maybe a bit jealous. And I think the others knew I was smitten with David. I had flirted relentlessly with him all week.

David even brought me some homemade salsa someone had brought in for the employees. They were eating chips in the food preparation area of the bar in the back. David came out once all choked up. He told me the salsa was so hot he almost couldn't stand it. Well of course I love hot food so he brought me some on a chip. He literally hand fed me and told me to be careful. He laughed when I coughed after eating it. That shit was HOT! A lot of things are hot in Phoenix.

We were all just having a blast. I felt special. I felt like I belonged there. I felt enclosed in their circle.

The night got later. I got drunker. But you know I can handle hard liquor better than anything else. David started looking at me weird. I looked back. He finally leaned over and whispered in my ear and asked me if I wanted to go out with him after he got off work. I just nodded. I knew he had to keep all this on the down low and I didn't want him getting into any trouble.

Later he leaned over again and told me he asked to leave a little early and they approved it. He instructed me to leave the bar about ten minutes after him. He said to make it look like I was going to my room. Make it look believable. I kept nodding. He told me which door of the hotel to exit, and to turn right, and walk to him, that he would be waiting on the sidewalk at another bar down the street. That gave me butterflies. My stomach was filled with excitement.

He left. I waited.

I was paying my tab, a small charge for the amount I drank -- David took care of me -- and telling everyone I enjoyed their company and that tonight would be the last time I saw them before I flew home, when stalker guy sat down and started drooling over me. I couldn't believe the snag in my plans. I chatted for a bit and then sort of rudely left. I had other things on my mind.

I left and followed the directions David gave me. When I exited the hotel and turned right, there he was, waiting on me as he promised, about two blocks down. I walked quickly to him. We hugged...finally! He said the bar had closed already and asked me if I wanted to find another one. I said sure, of course. Intensity was high for me. I had been literally teased all week, and finally the one man whom I adored was there for me.

We walked to his car hand in hand. He was such a gentleman and opened the car door for me. Jolts of electricity shot through me when he placed his hand on my lower back as I sat down in the passenger seat. I really liked him. The car started and we were on our way. Where we were going I had no clue. He drove by another bar and muttered that it had just closed too. Do you know where we ended up? At a gay bar! It was the only place in town still rocking!

We walked in and it was as if all eyes were on us. There were probably three guys and three girls in the entire place. The first thing I noticed was the music. It was so loud I couldn't hear myself think. Dance music. Sexy music. My hips started moving to the beat. We ordered drinks and I began drinking beer. Bad choice. Whiskey on beer never fear, beer on whiskey is very risky. But it was cold and good. We sat at the bar. The guy behind the bar was leery of us I think. New people at an obvious hole in the wall bar where only regulars attended.

The only reason I knew it was a gay bar was...get this...a cross dresser was staring at me. He was a muscular black man, in a pink flowery dress, sitting beside the entry door. He even had a cute little purse. I had missed him upon our entry. And before I knew it this other guy in leather garb, I mean serious leather garb, looked at me as he walked from a room behind the bar. I noticed his bare ass and dick...he was sporting black leather draped all over him in thin strips. A full body setup. A gay outfit for sure. He stopped dead in his tracks and I managed to give him a huge grin as he turned around and quickly retreated back to his hidden room. I noticed his striped ass...obviously from a whipping he had received earlier. He was the resident slave I think. That made me hot. I must admit.

I was nervous. David seemed very calm. He didn't seem to notice all the action around him. I was very aware of my surroundings. I kept my hand on his thigh. And I kept speaking to him in his ear. I loved his smell. Every now and then I would get into the music -- one couldn't help but move to it because it was so loud -- and dance towards him and near him...rubbing my shoulders and boobs against his arm. I was turned on. This was my kind of place. I knew exactly what was going on.

I told the bartender -- and I actually said this, I'm not dumb -- that the slave didn't have to leave so quickly...that I didn't bite. Unless I wanted to. I gave him a wicked grin and winked and I think he immediately liked me. He grinned back.

The beer kicked in eventually and I asked where the little ladies' room was located and the bartender told me the way. I passed the three girls, they stared at me interestingly and apprehensively all at the same time. Cross dressed guy stared me down. I completed my business and when I was passing the same group of people, cross dress guy held out his arm and took my hand in his. He said, "Girl, you are so HOT!" That made me smile. I noticed he was all sweaty. I asked him why he was all sweaty in such a freezing place and he stood up. He whispered into my ear, "Girl you got me all hot for you...I love that outfit you have on." He was looking at me up and down, checking me out, his eyes drifting from my boobs to my ass and up again. He said, "I want to do you right now, please let me fuck you!"

I laughed out loud and I told him he was sweet and he -- seriously -- twirled me around like a ballerina and hugged me. He was holding my hand pretty tightly...I think I got to him. I suspect he was on drugs. I told him my eyes, tonight, were on that fine specimen of a man at the bar. I went on to tell him he intrigued me, and any other night I would be interested. I'm not sure why I said that, except I was turned on by everything. I'm telling you, I made an impression on these people. The girls even changed their expressions when I glanced at them. They smiled big at me. They must have been HIS slaves. I told him to wish me luck that I got fucked. My tongue was loose, and my pussy was tight. I meant every word I said.

I made my way back to David, who was chuckling under his breath and slowly chugging his beer as if nothing had just transpired. I liked that. He wasn't bothered by any of it. The bartender looked more pleasant. I think I had left my mark. I was accepted.

I drank one more beer and I was about over my limit for the night. I asked David if he was ready to leave. I also asked him if he wanted to fuck me in a very forward way. That got his attention and he stared at me. He nodded. I asked him if he had any condoms and he shook his head no. I asked him if he knew where we could get some and he again shook his head no. I said well, there has to be a way. We were going there and at this point I didn't care where we had to go to buy some. I finally told David to ask the bartender where the closest place was to get some condoms. He looked so embarrassed. I wasn't. So I motioned the bartender over to me and asked him myself. He grinned at me, turned slightly to his left, reached up on the shelving behind him and promptly brought a wicker basket down on the bar all in one swift motion. He knew his way around those kinds of requests.

The variety of condoms shifted and jumped in the basket with his motions and the comedy of it all got to me. I howled with laughter. I stood up on the lower rungs of the barstool and high-fived him, the entire time cracking up and covering my mouth with screeching hilarity. It turned my giggle box over for sure. Such irony...a gay bar...and someone asking for condoms. Oh my! I haven't laughed so hard in a long, long time. David grabbed one and I told him to get two more...and I laughed out loud much harder. As I got down off the barstool to leave, I gave the bartender five bucks and told him to spank that fucking slave in the back twice for me. He nodded and winked his approval.

David paid our tab and we left. As I was walking by crossed dressed guy, I stopped and kissed him on the cheek and winked at him. He smiled back knowing I was on my way to get fucked. He mouthed the words as we passed by, "Lucky fucking bastard..."

The car turned over and so did my stomach. Back to quiet reality. My hands roamed over David's neck and shoulders. I'm turned towards him. He drove like a man on a mission. I asked him if we were going to his apartment and he shook his head no. I asked if we were going to my room at my hotel and he adamantly said no...that he couldn't be seen there at all. I'm turned on. And he was too. There was a sense of urgency between both of us. He informed me he had no idea where we were going. I said a park? He said no. I said a parking lot? He said no.

We were driving in the middle of this subdivision with houses neatly placed close to each other and he abruptly stopped right then and there at the nearest curb right in front of a dark house. I said do you know who lives here. He turned to me and said, "No, but this is where I'm going to fuck your sexy ass..."

Whew! I was blown away. He literally stopped when he couldn't stand it any longer. We got out of the car, I was whispering to him asking him what the hell? A large dog started barking in the neighbor's fence not fifteen feet away. Loud barks...like wake the neighborhood up barks. But we didn't hesitate. He gently led me to the crispy grass just inches away from my opened car door. I swear this was the only grass I saw in Phoenix. It was brown and dead but it was actual grass. The ONLY grass around.

I began shishing the dog in my low voice and it only enticed the dog more. The barks got louder. David told me to be quiet and motioned for me to get down. He shut my car door. I tried to protest but I followed his orders. I laid down not two feet from the car, wanting to screw him and also trying to shield us from the public. My heart was racing. I got down on my back on the brown grass by the road, right in front of the front door of this strange house, and pulled my skirt up. The slivers of hardened grass stuck into my backside. David immediately was over me...his large body covered the moonlight casting its glow on my body. The dog kept barking. I told David if we got arrested to remember my name so he could help get me out of jail, that I had a plane to catch in the morning. It was such a turn on.

David fumbled with his pants. I was ready with my bare pussy waiting. Literally wiggling underneath him. I could hear him tear open the condom package and I couldn't help but giggle at the thought that the condom was given to us free from a gay bar. It was a moment in my life that I would never forget. He chuckled for a moment too. I was close to a complete giggle-fest but I held my emotions in check. I could hear his breaths as he rolled the condom on his hard dick. I couldn't see a thing. I was too scared of the dog, the cops pulling up, the neighbors waking up from sleep at one in the morning, and just everything that was about to transpire.

I whispered to him, "Yeah, baby, I'm ready..." I wiggled my ass and reached out my hands so I could touch him. "...ahhh yeah...been waiting for you all week...mmmmm...fuck me...fuck me...oh God please fuck me."

And he did. He placed his cock at my opening and slowly thrust his length into my wet pussy. His skin was hot...it was blazing outside...but we were hotter than the air. I knew I had to be quiet, and you know that's hard for me. But I moaned quietly as I felt his length engulf my hole and fill me with its hardness. So so quiet.

I arched my back to meet his thrust. And he stayed there for just a moment...and that was the only moment he was still.

He pulled out, all the way, and thrust forward again. His plunges stayed that way, a constant rhythm in my pussy. It was slow...and sweet. Oh so slow. David pushed into me and out, in and out, in and out. His cock reaching my outer limits, his entire length pulling out, and then pushing back in. He held his body over mine by his strong arms, but our hips met each time he pressed into me. I felt his balls. Oh God his balls. They were heavy and thick and hot. They bumped my ass with each forward motion. I held his ass and squeezed his cheeks as they grew firm from his muscular motions. His ass would quiver as he slowly moved into me and firmly held there for a few seconds.

I moaned...mmmm...and I groaned...mmm hmmm. There was no rush to come, no rush to reach my inner spot. Just slow, constant, pumping of his dick into my pussy. I don't think I've ever seen such control in a man. No dash to the finish line. No hurried response to my thrashing. He was a man on a mission. That mission was to fuck me slowly but firmly, until I couldn't stand it any longer.

We heard a car approaching, I saw the headlights through the shrubs behind us. We both turned our heads in that direction, but the car turned left before it reached our half-naked bodies right in the middle of this yard for all to see. It didn't matter. I'm not sure either one of us could have quit fucking.

He had a thick cock. It was long and thick, but his balls...oh my ...his large and hot balls thumping my ass were absolutely turning me on. The heat from his scrotum was almost burning my cheeks. The brown grass being the only somewhat cool thing on my body.

I forgot about the nervousness, the yelping dog, the cars, the cops, and the heat. I focused all of my energy on his throbbing cock in my wet pussy. It actually turned me on that possibly the neighbors were strumming their clits or stroking their dicks while watching us. We deserved this. We deserved a good fucking after all the flirting this week, after all the conversation, after all the drinks, after all the preparation for this moment. Oh yeah, I deserved every last inch of him. Every last glorious inch.

And his balls...oh God...his thick luscious balls...pounding my backside.

He was relentless...his mission clear. It felt like one slow stroke that moved deliciously through my core. He was touching my inner sensitivities, over and over and over. One push and one yank after another. No slowing or speeding. A methodical synchronization. My head began moving back and my lower back arching more and more. My hushed moans were coming more heavily now. My entire body moving liquidly with his movements. And oh God his balls...were slapping my ass...were bumping me over and over. Their thickness and heaviness were driving me crazy.

My orgasm kept building to a crescendo. I refused to give in too soon. I wanted to milk the situation to my advantage...to take it all in stride. To take what I so deserved. I have to admit, it was hard to hold back. I held back the urge to grind him, to come at the height of my arousal. But instead, I let him lead me into oblivion. To lead me into a passionate overload.