Real Men Still Exist

"Well, Eileen Patterson, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you," he turned towards her, his left knee bumping her left knee, causing her to jump. With his left hand still on her right knee, he extended his right hand towards her. "My name is Prometheus Annamopolis."

Eileen cocked her head to the side, echoing the ditzy cheerleader move he had made earlier. "Really?" she questioned, not believing that such a name could exist.

Her quizzical head move made his manhood jump in his pants. "This girl is an absolute stunner," he said to himself on the inside, while replying, "Yes, ma'am, I've had it since I was born," to her on the outside. It was a bad joke, he knew it, but Eileen giggled anyway, and grasp his hand to shake it. It was easily three times the size of her own.

"Nice to meet you too," she replied, still giggling from the bad joke, or maybe it was seeing his pants jump. Either one worked for her, as long as it was from this man.

Eileen felt herself blushing as the fire inside of her was now trying to escape. At this distance she was catching wisps of his smell. He smelled like clean and warm with the slightest hint of tobacco. His nails were clean and cut, not bitten, and his hands were rough enough to belong to a working man.

"So what is a spectacular beauty - such as yourself - doing all alone at a dance club on a Friday night?" He could smell her juices, and her soft perfume, before he realized what he was doing he had closed his eyes and breathed in deeply through his nose. Prometheus could smell strawberries and evergreens.

When his eyes opened, she was looking at him, smiling with perfect teeth. Busted, he grabbed his drink and took a slow sip, swishing the liquid gold in his mouth with his tongue. Eileen didn't miss a beat, though; he had calmed her quite a bit, like a snake charmer. His fingers were still idly stroking her knee and calf.

"My friend ditched me a little while ago, even though it's my first night out in a long time, and she begged me to come."

"Begged me to come" echoed in his brain, and his pants felt tighter, but he replied. "So she found a man, and then ran off on you?" His smile was spectacular.

"Boy, or boys," she replied sarcastically, her amber eyes casually rolling around in mock cynicism.

"Ahh," the sound seemed to come from the bottom of his chest. Vibrations, followed by shivers, ran through her body, while his hand slowly moved to the middle of her thigh. "That explains a lot, actually, quite a lot..."

He trailed off, a far away stare in his eyes for a moment. Eileen gasp slightly as her fire fought for control of her body. The sound brought Prometheus's gaze back to her angelic face, along with his sexy grin.

"So why have you not been out in a while, everyone needs a little fun time. You at least went dancing before she went and vanished, right?" His brain was trying to concentrate on her reply, but his little head was winning the battle. Her skin was perfect, soft like cotton, and the color to match; his darker hand almost looked ethnic against her thigh. Her breasts had a perfect shape under the tight white shirt, like they were made for hands like his. He could see her buttons fighting to hold the shirt closed. Her bra was barely showing through the shirt, it looked red, but he couldn't be sure.

"We did go dancing for a bit, it was fun until the boys got touchy," Prometheus could be in love with her smile alone. "I, uh, work a lot, so..." Eileen actually didn't think he cared. If he only wanted to fuck her, that was just fine, so she didn't go for the details. Her morals had lost long ago.

"His hand is driving me crazy!" she screamed internally to herself as she parted her legs bit by bit to his ministrations. "Please touch my pussy, please touch my pussy," soon became her mantra to herself.

Her agitation was not lost on Prometheus. He saw it, he was going to touch her mound soon, but in true snake charmer fashion, he took his time - plus he was genuinely interested. He could tell she was perceptive, but what set him off was how out of place she was.

"So what do you do?" he asked as his hand crept closer to the prize. He was definitely hard and still growing as his member worked its way up his left leg. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on. He used his fingers like a guitar player on her leg, wiggling them in series, but only once, while at the same time picking up his drink and sipping some more.

Eileen was about to speak, but his fingers made her squeal out loud, and her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she looked around, but only Darren was looking at her.

Darren winked at her and went back to work. The DJ's hot streak had absorbed everyone else's attention.

"I-I'm a legal assistant," she began a moment later, as her hand slid on top of his, "I'm sort of t-trying to become a lawyer," their collective hands had reached the hem of her skirt.

"Time to go for broke," Prometheus thought to himself. "Trying to become?" was all he said as he slid both his, and her, hands together under her skirt. When their hands disappeared under, she slid hers up his arm, under the cuff of his left sleeve, and encircled his forearm, gripping it tightly. Her mind thought of steel as she squeezed, and when his hand reached the spot where her panties met the top of her thigh, she let out a long slow soft moan. She had come twice, now, and he hadn't touched her button.

"My, my, you seem excited," he stated as his middle finger nail traced her panty covered outer lips from bottom to top. The material was so wet, for a second he thought she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Maybe we'll have to finish this conversation tomorrow night, over dinner, perhaps?" Prometheus could feel her hand trying to pull his wrist closer, and he could see her muscles tighten, but he waited patiently for an answer.

Eileen's eyes snapped open when the question finally pierced through her lust crazed brain. "Dinner, ok, yes, ok," she needed to fuck him now, to hell with dinner, breakfast sounded better, or cock and sweet release until dinner tomorrow. Whatever he wanted as long as she got what she wanted.

In her whole life she never felt more alive, she had to stop this torture, now. She was humping towards his hand, and he was resisting. "Maybe he wants to dance, maybe he wants to wait, please no," she thought, "it has been too long."

Finally, she spoke up, with a pleading, confused look still on her face, "Do you want to dance or s-something?" Her gaze dropped to his crotch, her hand still trying to pull his arm forward and failing miserably. She involuntarily licked her lips.

"Since you've wanted to fuck me since I walked in here, Eileen Patterson, why don't you give me your phone number, then I'll take care of that fire you've got there. We can dance another time." His right hand pulled the pen from his pocket and clicked it, while at the same time he slid two fingers past her panties and into her soaked opening.

Prometheus never broke eye contact, even after she shut her eyes, and screamed at her third orgasm. It had hit her harder than either of them had expected, this fiery redhead could have put a banshee to shame.

People were definitely looking now.

Before she could have a chance to be embarrassed she was giving him her phone number. He scrawled it onto a napkin, shoved both it, and the pen, into his pocket, and stood, hand still in her pussy, playing it perfectly.

His loud whistle snapped her eyes open once again and she saw him nod to the smiling Darren, who returned in a mock salute. Prometheus downed the last half of his drink in one gulp and scooped Eileen off of the stool and out the nearby side door that exited towards the parking lot.

As Darren walked over to clear the bar, he couldn't help but laugh at the puddle on the chair. "Son of a bitch" he said aloud as he grabbed the spray bottle to clean off the chair. "For a bastard who's been celibate for two years, he sure hasn't lost his touch."

***

The pair were twenty feet out of the door when she heard the chirp of his auto alarm.

Prometheus's hand was palming her ass and squeezing while still rubbing her lips from underneath as they walked. His car was parked in the farthest corner of the lot, all by itself, and there were no lights nearby.

Eileen suddenly became very worried. "Please don't be a serial killer..." She muttered aloud before she could stop herself. At this point though, she didn't care as long as she got fucked. It seemed like a fair trade for this much man.

He started laughing when he heard her mutterings, it was musical, and instantly set her at ease. "Don't worry, Red, I just like to avoid dents from drunken idiots, and theft."

When they were a few feet away from the vehicle, he released her and walked towards the driver's door, leaving her at the back. Eileen was confused; she thought he was going to open her door for her...

Then the lights came on, all around the car, that cheesy neon lighting the kids use, except, no kid had this. The light was dark purple, just enough light to see. She ran her finger over the emblem of the car, she knew it, her boss had one, but not quite this nice.

"You have an Aston Martin?" Eileen asked, she honestly couldn't believe it. "Seriously, what do you do?"

"Oh, now who wants to ask the questions?" Prometheus was laughing as he took off his shirt and tossed it on the top of the car. It was then she became aware: He was going to do her here, leaning against his car. Once his shirt was off, though, any inhibition she had were gone in an instant, and her cunt began dripping down her legs.

Eileen had never seen an eight pack, in magazines maybe, or on TV, but never this close.

"Oh my..." was all she could mutter before she was licking his abs like a cheap porn slut. Up close she could see the muscles on his muscles; he had what looked like paragraphs of writing in tattoo form, on his ribs, both sides, from his pectorals all the way down past his sexy squared hips. She felt his fingers running through her hair as she wondered how far down the writing went.

"That was my club we just left, I own a few," he made a small grumble from his core as she licked, causing her tongue to vibrate. Somehow in her lust filled brain, she realized her mother knew what she was talking about.

"Where have you been all my life?" She asked him as she leaned against the trunk of his car and began unbuttoning her shirt. Prometheus was right, her brassiere was red, he just couldn't figure out how she got those melons into it.

"Mysteries of the universe," he thought.

"I'm pretty sure I was looking for you..." That was the last thing he said before leaning into her for a kiss. Their tongues danced and caressed as his hands slid over her bra clad bust. Her breasts fit his hand like they were custom tailored, he had to free them. One hand found her ass and womanhood once again, hooking her panties and dragging them down her legs while the other hand simultaneously unclipped her bra. He left her skirt as the sole piece of clothing on her body, save her three inch heels.

"Well aren't you a smoothie," Eileen whispered as he broke the kiss and stood slightly back. He was drinking her in, and she loved it. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it in a mock tease, proving her red hair to be natural, the curly landing strip shown on her alabaster skin, even in the dim lighting.

"No shit... real... no way..." was all blurted as he looked at her, he was frozen, mouth agape, she was easily the most beautiful girl that had ever offered herself to him, and she had done it before she knew he had money. He was in love, and awestruck. He had forgotten what he was doing and where he was, the vision of her blinding, that is, until she started giggling and undoing his belt.

He wasn't the only one with his eyes on the prize.

She had his pants and boxers around his ankles so fast that his underside whacked her on the top of the head. She knew he was big, but this was beyond her imagining. She had thought he would be totally proportionate, but this... His thighs were made of steel as she ran her hand along them to his butt, while licking the entire underside of his prick in the same upward motion. His tattoos stopped mid thigh.

"Mmmm... king size," she cooed as she grabbed the base of the shaft, and began licking the precum out of the slit. "This must be what it's like to win the lottery," she thought to herself, the fingers short of touching themselves, the head engulfed in her mouth.

Eileen began sucking hard, bit by bit; making whimpering sounds, until three quarters of his dick was gone in her hot mouth. She gagged slightly, but championed on.

"Oh wow," was all Prometheus could muster as the redhead began to slide her mouth, and talented tongue, up and down most of his rod, moving her hand in the opposite direction. His hands flew to the trunk of his car, purely for support. He watched her free hand tickle his sack for a moment before moving straight to her cunt. She had two fingers pumping in and out at pace with her mouth. He was going to cum, too long without this kind of stimulation, he was strong, but this was something else.

"This must be what it's like to win the lottery" he thought to himself.

"Eileen, you're too good at this, I'm going to cum..."

She popped her mouth off his dick and looked up at him, still stroking her aching sex and his solid tool. "What? You're not gonna fuck me?" She was pouting and it was the single hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Oh, I am going to fuck you until you pass out, here, against my car," he said to her while she was still hand pumping his shining piece, "but first I want to fill up that sweet mouth of yours." That was what she needed to hear, and she went back to sucking with a vengeance.

Eileen felt the cock swell in her mouth, his breathing was becoming ragged, and his grumble was coming from a deeper place - now she knew he was close. She pulled off of his manhood long enough to say "Give it to me, show me how much you got," quiet and huskily before going back to work. She didn't have to wait long, as her words set him off with a roar.

And roar he did. Two years of pent up seed flowed from his body. His knees went weak, and he forgot where he was. The sound made Eileen's brain move in her skull from vibration.

Shot, after shot, after shot filled Eileen's mouth, overflowing it after the second one. She came mutually from shoving two fingers as deep as she could into herself, it would be the first, but not the last thing shared between them. His seed was spilling down her chin, all over her perfect breast, and her flat stomach. She came again from the thought of it, making her dizzy. She would have fallen over if her sculpted fanny had not been on the rear bumper.

She came back to reality first, looking up at his heavy breathing. His muscles were slowly relaxing, and his breathing was slowing, but his member stayed rock hard, pulsing with his heartbeat. It had no signs of losing its life. Whenever she thought of him from this point on, this is what she saw.

"My, my, aren't you a real man," she was staring at his cock now, watching it flex, when he suddenly lifted her up and shoved his tongue in her mouth. Her feet weren't touching the ground anymore. While kissing her, he gently set her flawless rump onto the trunk of his car. His tip was level with her opening. He broke the kiss and looked at her sex; he swore it winked at him.

"We'll see if we can avoid these later, but for now, safety first," he said as he rolled the condom onto his pole.

She giggled at his comment, then began laughing out loud when she thought of something. "Magnum?" She said it as best she could through the laughter, as she felt his finger lift her chin to meet his gaze. His eyes were sparkling as he winked at her and began rubbing his head against her swollen lips. "You make me feel like a teenager again...lovely man," she looked down at his massive erection one last time before saying, "Just go slowly at first, please."

"As you wish." That was all he said as the head slipped past, sure the line was stolen, but it worked. He felt her tightness go vise-like as he inched into her. She really was on fire, good thing he had an extinguisher. He was half way in when he felt her hand on his chest, pushing lightly, he watched her mouth hang open slightly, and her eyes looked like mirrors. He slowly began to pull out.

"Holy fuckstick!" she screamed as he began to slide back into her. She was already coming. He saw the drool trickling from the corner of her mouth and held still until she recovered. He saw her hand fly to her clit for a moment, then down to the unstuffed remainder of his shaft, just under halfway.

Prometheus was looking down at her face, waiting patiently, when she looked up at him, she couldn't help but smile, he looked worried.

"Don't worry, I'm ok," she said to him sweetly, relief settling on his face.

"I want it all," she said, quite sternly.

"All of it."

He looked down at her, finally understanding the term 'vixen' as he slowly moved his hands to her perfect nipples and pliable flesh. "Are you sure?" He had tilted his head again, looking at her quizzically, as if he could not believe it.

"You are an amazing man," she was stroking the side of his face lovingly, "but I want you to just worry about getting that thing in me."

"All of it!"

" Now!" Her heels dug into his ass as she thought "This man is made of metal."

She stopped thinking shortly after her command, though, as he did as he was told.

Once again, all he said was "As you wish," feeding his wood back into her bit by bit. He wasn't all the way in before she started grunting and milking his shaft with her muscles. Her ass was wriggling all over the trunk as she kept repeating "more, more, more... give me more," even after he bottomed out on her cervix, only a small bit of his shaft left outside. He pulled out slightly, bumping her cervix a second time, she winced, but before he could stop, she pressed his ass and grabbed his hips, willing him forward.

Suddenly the resistance was gone, and he was all the way in. He chuckled as he realized Eileen had passed out.

"I always try to be a man of my word," he said aloud, to no one in particular.

Slowly, gently, he began tiny thrusts in, then out, a little more each time, building towards a full length thrust. Her eyes flung open, looking right at him, then down at her pussy stretched to capacity, his thumb slowly working her clit.

"Not a dream..." was heard before and as she moaned, long and loud. He stopped rubbing her clit, and pulled out until all but the tip remained. She suddenly felt empty and looked up at him.

"Are you ready Eileen Patterson?" His grin was ear to ear. She nodded and he rammed it home like genetics had built him to do. With each successive thrust her ass lifted higher and higher off the trunk, her legs still around his waist. About a minute into his full power she started to drool again. She saw stars, only the slight dull ache of an unused woman plagued her, but that quickly changed to a new sensation she had never felt before. She was full of more man than she knew she could take, and she loved it. He was ruining her for any other man.

His hands had fallen to her waist, and her hands had risen to her breasts, pulling her nipples as hard as she could stand. Her orgasm was constant, one long never ending orgasm with smaller ones accentuating it.

They both lost concept of time, location, space, it was only his big dick, and her tiny pussy. It was all that mattered to them. When Eileen's eyes rolled into her head, and she began to make a gargling sound, that was all it took for Prometheus, he had never seen such a thing, and it set him off.