General Matthew's Fun Night Out

Good. At least he wouldn't be a fumbling, timid loser between the sheets, like her other rich boyfriend. Actually, that boyfriend, perhaps ex-boyfriend if everything worked out well tonight, probably wasn't rich by the standards of the capital. Just a poor, third-rate country bum compared to this catch. She felt dirty just thinking that she had fucked that man before, especially now that this hot, masculine man meat was showing her some appreciation.

"I surely am now." She grinned, flashing her pearly white teeth, her flirtatiousness lighting an answering spark in the man's eyes.

"I'm glad." He said, turning around to grab a shot glass himself, then tipping his head at her, "to new friends." As he said this, he downed the glass, and she did too, smiling widely as the drink burned down her throat. She winced.

"Too strong for you?" He asked, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek, a look of concern on his face.

"Hah, I can hold my liquor. But, I did have a few before coming up here to thank you. How many have you had?" She asked cheekily.

"Too many." He laughed, reaching out with his other hand to grab a shot glass, corking an eyebrow at her as he downed it, "but I need it."

"Want another?" He passed her a drink. She wanted to say no, but didn't want to offend him. Sometimes men assumed that beautiful women like her were mean bitches. To the contrary, they were only mean bitches to men who couldn't offer them anything of value. But this man could.

He could offer her everything.

She really wanted him to like her. Taking the glass from his hand, she held his eyes as she prepared to drink the burning liquid.

As she brought it to her lips, she felt a man behind her squeeze past, jostling her and causing her to drop the glass on the floor. Immediately, Matt's hand came out to pull her to him, staring daggers at the drunk behind her, who immediately mumbled an apology and stepped back.

"You must forgive us, my ... friends are sometimes a bit stupid." Matt said, apologetic, his arm holding her protectively.

"Only sometimes?" She teased, and the men around burst into roaring laughter. Val giggled, enjoying the attention.

Matt smiled broadly at her, then took her hand, kissing it again as he said, "come join me on the dance floor? Let me make it up to you?"

Val's heart started beating fast. Yes! A thousand times yes! She wanted to scream her assent, but didn't want to appear overly eager.

"Only if you're good." She challenged.

Matt seemed a bit taken aback for a moment, before his green eyes twinkled.

"I'll have to show you, won't I?"

He held her hand and turned toward the dance floor. Just before heading there, he seemed to have a sudden thought, and called out to the waiter.

"Yo!" He shouted, raising his hand up, snapping his fingers. The waiter turned toward him. "Keep the drinks coming, alright pal? Charge it to my tab."

As the waiter nodded, he had already turned around, pulling her gently along with him.

The band was finishing up a slow, sensuous tune as Matt pulled her into his embrace, careful to keep his hand on the small of her back, on a respectful spot not too near her butt or too close to her chest.

"Don't laugh at me, but I think you're beautiful." He smiled, looking deep into her eyes, seemingly mesmerized.

"And you're a beautiful man." She replied, huskily.

"Hah, you've got beauty and good tastes, then," he laughed, then said, warningly, "but don't get too attached, you look like a good girl."

Val broke out of her euphoria. Was that a rejection? Without thinking, her mouth had already started replying, "oh, I'm assure you I'm not..." She gave his ass a light, cheeky pat.

Matt gave her a stunned look as the song came to an end.

"What are you looking for tonight, Val?" He asked suddenly, his voice dark, sinful.

"What are you looking for, Matt?" She echoed.

"Fun." He replied, looking seriously at her.

"Me too, then", she responded immediately, watching as his eyes twinkled with devilish intent.

This man was on a whole new playing field, she thought. Men in Dalor put their hearts at her feet even before they knew a thing about her. This one seemed to not want to commit to her beautiful self, to the thought of owning her perfect, voluptuous body, night after night.

How interesting. She knew that it was just a bluff. She was hot, and he would not be able to let go. It was just a stupid ploy that men played, pretending to be hard to get. It might work on a plain woman, but certainly not someone of her caliber.

The song changed to an upbeat tempo, and Val questioned herself.

What about the off chance that this guy was really only looking for a one night stand? That he had other beautiful women waiting in the wings for him. That he was already married? She would debase herself by being with him. Giving him a free pass to her beautiful body, when she wanted so much more with him.

More importantly, would he think less of her if she was too forward? Should she play the shy, virginal maiden? Keep him panting for more?

As she looked at him now, she felt that he was too experienced to give chase if she feigned disinterest. He was a player. If she was anything other than forward, then he would surely move on immediately. Players were like that. And when would she ever have the chance to be close to such a high quality guy again? He was made of sex and money.

Besides, she liked attention. Craved it. And she was confident of her charms. He might be non-committal now, but one thing would lead to another. Soon, he would be begging for her attention. It was always she who did the dumping.

The biggest risk to her was that he might talk shit about her after she dumped him. That was the chief reason why she didn't really sleep around as much as she would like. Because she knew that some men would brag about it, speaking condescendingly of her after she rejected them, saying nothing of their arduous attempts to seduce her into a relationship.

But this handsome man was from out of town. Even if she took some pleasure from him, who would know? And she was fairly confident that so long as she was willing, which she was if he truly was as wealthy as he seemed to be, then this would develop into something more.

She didn't have too much time to ruminate as the music had turned into an upbeat tempo. Matt stepped a few paces away, although he kept his eyes on her.

As she looked at him, she almost choked on her laughter as he started dancing.

He feet were gliding from side to side on the dance floor, seemingly without friction. His upper body seemed to be moving completely separately from the lower, his joints locked skillfully, his hands gesturing in sync with whatever lyrics were playing.

The man was a phenomenal dancer, and the crowd cleared around them as he danced to the raunchy beat, a one man show. He looked down, tipping his hat as his upper body swayed first to the left, then to the right, every time going lower as his feet turned inside and out.

Then, as the beat of the music got louder, he put one muscled arm on the ground, and lifted his entire body up on a one-armed handstand. His shirt fell downwards for a split second, revealing his rock hard, chiseled abs, before he flipped back onto his feet.

The crowd cheered at his six packs of perfections. Before Val could respond, Matt came to her, took her hand, kissed it, and then spun her around.

She was not a dancer but his lead was masterful. She felt him push her forward as he held her hand above her head, stepping next to her as the momentum of the push caused her to spin in a circle. She stumbled at the end of it, but he caught her at the waist, supporting her as she leaned down in his arm, making it look like the entire sequence had been carefully choreographed.

She giggled as he brought her waist up, looking deep into his eyes before turning to give her a quick peck on the cheek. The crowd cheered, their adoration at the beautiful couple making Val glow with pride.

"You were wonderful." He said.

She was wonderful? She giggled.

No.

He was wonderful.

She looped her arms around his neck, and brought her lips up to his, kissing him firmly on the mouth.

He deepened the kiss, his soft lips on hers, gentle yet demanding. Finally, when they broke away from each other, both standing up, looking deep into each other's eyes, Matt said, "you sure you're just looking for fun?"

No, I want to marry you, you rich, sexy mother fucker. She wanted to say.

Instead, she said, "you a commitment phobe?"

His face dropped and she instantly regretted her words.

"I'm not looking for anything serious, but I do want to thank you for showing me a good time tonight." He leaned forward, ready to kiss her on the cheek again.

Val's heart hammered. No, was this goodbye then? Wasn't he attracted to her? How could he just leave her like this?

She couldn't let him leave.

As his face came close to hers, she huskily responded, "the night's still young if you're looking for fun."

Matt stilled. In the next moment, his arms were around her, crushing her to him as they locked lips.

His tongue slowly parted hers, entering her mouth as his hands moved lower, down to her ass, groping them and grinding her to him.

His was the best kiss she had ever had, and she lapped it up, excited to feel his hardening member pressed against her.

He was so manly, his body hard, his arms so strong and secure as they held her.

No matter what, this man would give her the experience of a lifetime. She was young, blonde, big busted with long legs. Of course he would be intoxicated with her.

Finally, a man worth having.

"Come back to my place?" He whispered huskily into the shell of her ear.

"Yea..." she moaned, feeling one of his hands now moving up her back, his thumb rubbing the side of her chest. She felt a tightness in her nether regions that could not be ignored.

He broke away from her, taking her hand as he led her out. She was giddy with excitement as they exited the club, the cool night air touching her bare skin.

This was the most expensive district in Dalor, and they had only taken a few steps out when Matt spotted a posh hotel next to the club.

"Actually, lets just stay here tonight instead. Don't want you to tire yourself out walking in your heels." He said.

What? Val was impressed. He was just going to book a room here? This was the most up-market, exclusive hotel in the area! They didn't even accept bookings if you had money. You had to have status, too.

She was still salivating on the thought that Matt was really, really wealthy beyond her imagination as they walked into the hotel. Suddenly, he stooped down to lift her in his arms, marriage style.

"What are you doing?" She giggled.

"Your heels don't look comfortable." He smiled chivalrously, then turned to the receptionist.

His eyes flashed white for a second as he said, "give me a top floor suite. The usual." The woman did not see the flash of white. She was too giddy with excitement as she took in her surroundings in her new position.

"You got it!" The receptionist responded, winking, then came round to put a set of keys into his pocket as he was still holding the woman in his arms.

The girl's head buzzed, caught in the splendor of the stunning decoration in the hotel. The floor was marble, there were expensive art pieces on the walls, and crystal light fixtures powered by stores of white magic brightened up the place. No expense had been spared.

"Oooh, even the receptionist knows you!" Val giggled, leaning her head back in his arms, staring into his eyes.

"Does it bother you?" He asked, a look of concern crossing his handsome face.

Did it bother her? Did what bother her? Val didn't know what he was talking about. That he was rich?

She pulled on the collar of his shirt, exposing some of his hard pecs.

"Should I be bothered?" She whispered seductively.

"Well, I know I've said this before, but sometimes women get abit clingy after. Not saying that you aren't a cool girl ..."

The word "clingy" immediately triggered Val. Only ugly, desperate girls were clingy.

She was offended.

"What, you think I can't resist you, handsome?" She asked, the alcohol in her blood singing to her.

Matt smiled, leaping up the stairs despite carrying the woman. The hotel was at least ten stories high and Val giggled as he strained toward the last few flights of stairs.

Val almost asked him to put her down, but then decided against it. If he wanted to show off his strength, then let him. She was enjoying this anyway.

When Matt had finally reached the top floor, she finally offered, "you seem tired there handsome, I'm too heavy for you?"

Matt put her down on her feet gently at the top of the stairs, then hugged her tightly, whispering, "naw, just too precious," before leaning in for a deep kiss.

Val loved the compliments. Going back with a strange man was dangerous, but this one so far was incredibly respectful.

And hot and sexy and rich.

She was plastered to his body, his hands wrapped tightly around her as she felt him maneuver her toward the bedroom door. She leaned on the door as his hands held her wrists above her head, his neck craning forward to continue his deep exploration of her mouth.

Val loved the masculine feel of him, the physical dominance he displayed despite his adoring attitude toward her. She felt him move both her wrists to one hand, still not breaking the kiss as he fished inside his pocket for the keys and turned the lock. The door opened and he pushed her inside, still hungrily sucking on her lips.

The fireplace was already set, the warm flames casting dim light across the cool room. She felt a small tremor go through her as she heard the door click shut behind them.

This was always a dangerous moment for a woman, being alone in a room with a new man. On the off chance that he was a psychopath, this was the point where he would do something strange.

Matthews pushed her against the wall, his passion and hunger for her seeming to have grown now that they were truly alone.

"I want to taste you." He whispered, hoarsely, into the shell of her ear. Val felt her body shake with something that was not fear.

He was not a psychopath demanding a weird sex act from her. Instead, he was focusing on her pleasure.

He was just so hot and perfect. Val felt moisture gather in her nether regions.

One of Val's hands gripped his shoulder, feeling the muscles flex underneath as the other went to the back of his head, pulling at his thick, dark hair as he rained open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

His hands lightly skimmed her breasts, his thumbs touching her nipples gently, as his mouth worked its way down her neck to the top of her chest. She leaned back against the wall, waiting for him to lift her breasts out of her dress to suck on her nipples. This was what men did, what they went straight for.

She was surprised when he stopped kissing her, and his thumbs stopped rubbing her nipples. She opened her eyes to look into a pair of cheeky green ones, as if he knew what she was thinking.

"Gotcha." He teased, before straightening his back to whisper into the shell of her ear.

"I'll play with them when I'm inside you," he answered her unspoken question, the confident, lewd statement sending tingles of anticipation through her body. In the next moment, he shifted, kneeling between her legs, licking her thigh and then gently biting it, before he put both hands below her short dress, slowly inching it up as he licked upwards.

Her vagina quivered in anticipation. They were both still fully clothed, although her dress was bunched at her hips. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable to his ministrations.

His lips inched closer and closer to her sex. She leaned back, her palms on the wall, feet planted shoulder width apart as she tried to balance.

"You've got a lovely little thong here," he commented from under her.

"You like it?" She rasped, glad that she had shaved her pussy bald and worn the tiny strip of underwear tonight.

"Its abit wet." He replied, placing a quick kiss on the thin strip of material.

What a cheeky bastard. She was about to say something when he beat her to it.

"Its ok, I'll lick it clean for ya." That was her only warning before he put an open mouthed kiss on the thin material, sucking at it as his tongue pushed against the fabric.

Val felt her entire pussy go tight with tension.

"Fuck..." she moaned, leaning heavily on the wall, her palms pressing firmly flat against it.

She looked down to see Matt staring straight into her eyes with his green irises, dark with lust. She felt her breathing deepen with the intensity of his gaze, as his tongue deftly pushed the fabric of her panties aside to skim on her sopping cunt.

She was slightly embarrassed at her state of wetness. Not all men enjoyed giving oral, and she felt herself hit with some uncertainty. Until Matt's next words.

"Your pussy smells amazing."

"Really?" She asked, her voice husky with arousal. Excited at his acceptance and approval of her.

"Yea, tastes like a hot, sexy lady."

He gently removed her thong now. He held her ankles, helping her to slip the thong past one foot, then the other. As she looked at him, he took her small pink thong in his hand, then lifted it to his nose, taking a deep whiff before stuffing it into his pocket.

"A memento," he winked.

Val felt more moisture pool in her pussy.

"Put your ankle on my shoulder." He instructed.

Val did as he instructed, wrapping one of her long legs arouond his shoulder, opening herself up to him as he knelt at her feet, his hands holding onto her thighs, his face leaning into her sex.

With her pussy completely exposed, his mouth had full access. His tongue licked lazily from bottom to top, opening up her petals, then jabbed in and out a few times before licking from the top back downwards.

Val gasped. She could feel how wet her pussy was, his tongue feeling soft and slippery as it rubbed along her sensitive skin, shooting sparks of pleasure through her nerve endings.

Val couldn't stand it any longer. Her pussy was too tight with tension. She leaned back heavily on the wall, bringing both of her hands to her tits to play with her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger as he french kissed her cunt. Her pussy tightened whenever he sucked hard, the slurping sound drifting lewdly to her ears as she moaned.

It was difficult balancing with one foot on the ground, one on his shoulder, and her pussy tense with an impending orgasm. She tightened the muscles on her thighs to maintain her balance, but that only served to deepen the need she felt between her legs.

"You're good with your tongue." She whispered, closing her eyes.

"It's 'cause your pussy tastes good..." A warm, masculine voice husked from underneath her, its vibrations and his hot breath tickling her tense core.

Val scratched the wall, her breath caught in her throat, trying to keep her orgasm in. Matt reached out and gripped her butt, pulling her off balance as he crushed her pussy onto his face, his lips latched onto her opening as his tongue swirled, tongue fucking deep into her as his teeth lightly scrapped her clit.

"Fuck!" She screamed as she stumbled, an earth-shattering orgasm roiling through her body. His hands held her ass firmly, steadying her legs which had turned to jelly.

Her breaths came out in gasps in the aftermath of her pleasure. But the wave of release that washed through her was not satisfying enough. Her cunt clenched and unclenched, trying to hold onto something that wasn't there.

She needed more.

She looked down and a pair of shiny green eyes looked back up at her, a triumphant, outrageous smile upon his handsome face.