Gothic

She was a stranger, that was apparent, and her short brown hair and pale skin looked as out of place in the dingy bar as the proverbial diamond in the rough. This was normally a working/drinking man’s tavern and the few females who frequented the establishment tended to favor peroxide and rayon. So I kept my eye on her from the first, getting my mug of Miller from the bartender and slipping off to one side by the jukebox. She was just sipping on what looked like a liquid cocaine and sitting on her stool, wedged in between a mute sailor and a behemoth of a biker with “KC Sons” colors on the back of his oil-spotted denim jacket. They paid her no mind though, too intent on their own imbibitions, so I made note to myself to watch and wait.
The jukebox at that particular joint sat near the back hall that led to the bathrooms and I hoped to intercept this young beauty either on the way to play some music or take a piss. Instead, she continued to sit idly while I was jostled out of the way by drunkards and subjected to a mealy-mouthed four-eyes who insisted on using the jukebox’s satellite search engine to find Spandau Ballet.
Half-way through “True” the sailor jerked himself up out of his funk and lurched off his barstool. His elbow narrowly missed knocking over the young girl’s drink but still swept her piled collection of bills and change off the bar and onto the floor. He just wandered off towards the front door without noticing, walking with that sort of half-shuffle gait common among those who’ve been out to sea for too long.
The brown haired girl jumped off her barstool and began to pick up her money. When she bent over I could see the back of her blue jeans with one rip neatly underneath her left buttock and the strap of her orange panties that peeked out just above the waistline. I wanted to see more. I would see more, I told myself with an inner smile.
“Can I help?” I asked as I walked over, all innocent, like I was just some friendly chump without any ulterior motivation.
“Yah? Oh, yes,” she said, glancing up at me. I couldn’t place her accent. Somewhere in Europe was the closest that I could come. One look into her eyes though and I knew that I was lost. They were the gray and violet of far-off stormy skies above desolate seas.
I helped her gather up her loose change and took the opportunity to ease myself onto the bar stool recently deserted by the clumsy sailor. I soon discovered that she was “on holiday” from somewhere unpronounceable in the Carpathians and was just passing through on her way “to meet old friends”. Well that was all good and all and I kept feeding her drinks while I kept up the banter with a stream of “uh-huh’s” and “I know what you mean” until it was near closing time. The lights came on and she looked even better.
“So, would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, leering perhaps a bit more than I intended.
“Ja…er..buli? Entyi-pentyi? Oh, Yes!” she nodded rapidly. Her eagerness seemed almost touching.
And then there we were down the street and up a flight of creaking stairs to my second-story hovel. I had nothing to say and she had too much, fumbling over her English in an effort to get her point across. I had already come to my conclusion, but she was still reaching hers as I gave her some bad boxed wine and turned on the stereo in the living room to some hip-hop pop dance station.
So dance she did, holding onto the glass of wine which threatened to spill but never quite did. I just sat back on my couch, grinning and admiring her body as she moved it to the music. Finally she set the glass of wine down and started to raise her burgundy blouse, teasing me with brief displays of her belly.
“Show me more,” I told her, trying to sound authoritative.
She raised her eyebrows at me for a moment and the pulled the blouse off over her head, keeping her boobs strategically covered the entire time.
“You like?” she asked, giving me a hungry look, as she dropped her shirt on the floor and finally showed off her perky little tits with nipples hard enough to put a man’s eye out. Then she started to play with her nipples, squeezing them in between her black-painted fingernails with a grin.
“Oh yes,” I murmured and then I was on her, kissing her lips at first before I started to suck on her neck as I reached around to cup that sweet ass in my hands.
“That tickles!” she suddenly laughed and slapped me on the chest, stepping back and eyeing me. “I know what you want, armasarule.”
“Do you?”
“Oh yes, I do,” she smiled as she fell on her knees, pulled my cock out of my pants and sucked it into her wet mouth, grabbing onto my balls with both of her hands.
I looked down at her in surprise as she kept her eyes on mine, looking back at me with the hint of a smile on her busy lips, until my hips started to jerk. That’s when she popped my hard cock right out her hot mouth.
“Oh nyet, no, not yet, you. I’m not done with you yet,” she said and pushed me back down on the couch.
With that she stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them and those orange panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them as pretty as you please. Her dark pubic hair had been shaved to a narrow strip, exposing the folded crease beneath that promised so many delights.
“Is this what you like? Is it?” she teased as she spread her legs slightly and pulled apart her labia to expose the pink. “Vreau sa te fut,” she murmured, whatever that meant.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Show me more.”
“More?” her gray eyes lit up as she spread apart her pussy even more to show off her glistening wetness while she used her left index finger to run circles around her clitoris.
“Oh yeah…that’s what I like,” I said with my cock pointing straight out at her.
That’s when she walked over to me and it was on.
“Nici macar nu stii cine sunt,” she murmured softly as she climbed on top of me and straddled my cock, impaling herself on my hardness. I grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her down even deeper.
“Oh!” she blurted out while I fucked her and kissed her breasts, alternating between her left and right nipples. I liked to suck them into my mouth and then flick them with my tongue until the woman cried out in ecstasy. That had always worked before and this time seemed no different.
I kept my hands on her ass, squeezing it, with my cock inside of her. Her groans and moans were almost too much and I knew that I had to stop before I unloaded inside so I pulled her off and laid her down on the couch. Her eyes were wild and her breath ragged from the exertion and I smiled down at her, letting my fingers caress her wet and open pussy.
“You like that? Did you like that?” I grinned, putting my index and naughty finger inside of her with my thumb rotating around her clitoris.
“Oh yes,” she breathed and stretched out, lazy like a cat. “Put it back inside of me.”
I was always willing to please so I spread apart her thighs. I held myself up with one hand and with the other I held onto my cock and rubbed it all across her pussy before I plunged it inside of her.
“Fute-ma…fute-ma,” she started to moan over and over like some weird Chinese incantation. I didn’t care. I had put her legs up over my shoulders while I thrust my rod into her tight little pussy, a hot little box that squeezed me with every stroke.
As she writhed underneath me she started to change, making noises like an animal, and I liked it. I even liked the bitter smell that started to emanate from her in rancid waves. I was ready to explode and didn’t even hardly feel, didn’t even mind by then, when her teeth punctured my jugular and she began to suck.