One Shots

Saved by a Stranger

The music at the club is loud and thumping with bass. I feel so awkward and out of place. My sister, Renae, dragged me here to pull me out of my funk after my ex broke up with me. Connor was a total tool and dumped me for my best friend. It's hard not to take it personally and my self-esteem kind of took a blow from that breakup. If not for that, I wouldn't be here in a too short dress with way more makeup than I normally wear.

I'm standing at the bar, nursing a drink and staring at my phone when I feel an arm settle on my shoulders, pulling me into a warm body. I can smell a familiar cologne and I turn to face him.

"Connor? Get off me!" I say angrily, shrugging his arm off. In addition to his cologne, I can smell alcohol on his breath and he's almost swaying.

"H-hey ba-baby girl. What's wrong?" He hiccuped as he looked at me with a leer.

"We're not together any more. Let go of me and leave me alone." I start walking away and he grabs my arm, pulling me back.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Listen man, she's obviously not interested. Now let her go or we're going to have a problem."

I look toward to the sound of the unfamiliar voice and see a man with dark hair glaring at Connor. He's not small by any means, and I think Connor realizes that when he sizes him up. Even as drunk as he is, Connor isn't stupid enough to start a fight with this guy, so he walks away in defeat.

"Hey, thanks for stepping in there. He just wasn't taking no for an answer."

"Ah, it's no problem. I hate guys like that who think they can just touch whomever they want. My name's Damon, by the way."

"I'm Stacy."

I'm not great at small talk or flirting, so I kind of stand there in silence smiling awkwardly.

"I'm about to take off for the night, but can I get your number?" Damon breaks the silence.

"Uh, sure?" After being with Connor for 2 years and being thrown aside like trash, I can hardly believe this attractive guy is interested in me enough to want to talk to me again. I scrawl my number down and hand it to him. Damon smirks and walks away.

At that moment, Renae shows up. I can see her giving a peek at Damon as he leaves.

"Ooh he's cute. Were you talking to him? That's a real upgrade girl," Renae says with a wink.

"Ah, he probably was just being nice. What would a guy like that see in me anyway?"

"I am not even going to entertain the bullshit coming out of your mouth! Anyway, Trey is gonna be here soon to pick me up. Are you going to be good to get home?"

"Yeah, I barely drank and I didn't drive anyway."

"Okay Stace. Love you!" Renae gives me a quick hug and then heads out.

I finish my drink and decide to head home myself. This is not my scene and I am ready to get out of these heels.

After the Uber drops me off at my apartment and I get inside, I draw a hot bath to relax. As I'm soaking in the warm bubbles, my mind drifts to Damon--his plump lips, his firm body. It's been a little while since I've been with a man. Even before Connor officially broke it off, he was distant and we barely did anything together.

Imagining Damon's hands over me, my fingers gently pinch my n*****s. My right hand moves lower, and I gently rub myself. Suddenly, I hear the ding of notification on my phone and it jerks me out of my thoughts. I dry my hands on a towel and check my phone to make sure it's nothing important.

Hey Stacy ?

I don't recognize the number so I ignore it. A bubble appears showing the person is typing again.

It's Damon btw. I was just thinking of u and wanted to make sure u made it home ok

Ha! Think of the devil, I suppose. I blush, thinking about how he was on my mind just a few moments ago.

Yes I did, just relaxing at home now b4 bed

Good good. I know we didn't really talk much but I can't stop thinking about u. let's meet tomorrow?

I feel giddy as we decide a place and time to meet.

The next day comes and I run a few errands before getting ready for our dinner plans. I stop at the mall on the way home and make a spontaneous decision to buy something special to wear tonight. I pick out a silky blue bra and matching thong that will look beautiful under the cobalt dress I'm going to wear.

When I get home, I set myself to getting ready--shaving, shower, makeup, hair, dress, etc. I want to look perfect for my date tonight. My dry spell has been too long and I'm ready to break it.

Dinner goes well. The conversation is flowing and I can tell from the look on his face his interest is genuine. We opt to continue the conversation at my place.

We open a bottle of wine and sit on the couch. Damon's jacket is off and I can see his muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. Emboldened by the wine, I lean in to kiss him. Taking my first step as permission to proceed, the kiss quickly becomes fervent and needy. His hands claim me, pulling me onto his lap as his tongue dances with mine. I feel my dress slide up my hips as his hands find my a*s, grabbing me hungrily. It's not long before the silk of my underwear is damp with desire and I am full of need. Need to be touched, tasted, explored. I moan into his mouth as I grind against his lap. Before I know it, my dress is on the floor and Damon's shirt is MIA. I stand up and he looks confused at first, then I lead him to the bedroom and lay down, beckoning him closer.

"Damn girl, you look delicious," he says with a smile as he follows me. He pulls my thong off and spreads my legs before peppering my inner thighs with wet kisses. He teases his way around my core, building my anticipation. I'm actually kind of caught off guard by the whole thing--Connor never gave oral and even when we were still having s*x, he acted like it was him doing me a favor. Damon makes me feel desirable and sexy.

After a few minutes of teasing, he dives in, licking and sucking my cl*t as he starts working a finger in. I can barely contain myself as he devours me. It isn't long before I come undone with a gasp.

Eager to repay the favor, I quickly unbutton his pants and pull out his hard member. If I was caught off guard before, I am downright shocked when I see his d**k. It is thick and has to be at least 9 inches. I happily take it in my mouth, slurping as I bob my head up and down.

"As good as this feels, I want feel that tight p*ssy too."

He pushes me back on the bed, spreading me open again. Damon pulls out a condom and slides it on, then lines up at my entrance. He slides in slowly, which is good, because I feel like a virgin all over again with the girth of his hard c*ck stretching me to my limits. He gives me a moment to adjust to the size, then plunges in deeply and roughly. I let out a cry as I am filled up completely.

"You like that, huh? You like that big d**k inside you," he grunted as he kept thrusting.

"Yes, yes, yes, f*ck me Damon! F*ck this p*ssy like you own it! It's yours!"

"Yes, you're my little c*ck sl*t aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm your sl*t, I'm a dirty little sl*t for you! Please f*ck me hard" The words pour out of my mouth without a thought. I have never really tried dirty talking before but there is something so deliciously arousing about being put in my place.

I can feel an orgasm building and I start rubbing my cl*t to get closer.

"No no no, did I say you could do that? The little sl*t got greedy didn't she? Isn't my c*ck enough for you?"

He pushes my hands up above my head and leans down to bite my neck. This is definitely rougher than I am used to but I find myself losing myself in it. My climax comes violently and I let out a scream as I c*m, my p*ssy clenching around him as he continues to f*ck me. I feel raw inside as he keeps pushing into me, stimulating my already sensitive core. I can feel his thrusts become sloppier and more desperate and then his c*ck twitches inside me as he fills the condom with hot c*m. We lay together, panting and worn, until sleep overtakes us.