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This podcast is intended for mature audiences only. If you are not 18 years of age or older, there are thousands of other podcasts you can listen to and you can come back and visit us when you are 18. Our eyes met the second I walked through the door of this biker bar. I honestly felt a jolt race through my body. I smiled. I intentionally sat at a high top table right behind you, but perfectly in sight in the mirror of the bar back. Sitting so close to you allowed my perfume to float your way. Bait set. No one was next to you on either side and it made me wonder why. Shortly after I sat down, I heard you answer the bartender that you were waiting to meet up with someone, but it felt like a no-show. Win for me. After a few beers and some exchanged stolen glances, I made my way to the men's room. Yes, the men's room. We locked eyes just before I opened the door. I winked at you and nodded my head to come join me. And you did. Hi there. I feel like we might have made a connection. Am I right? I don't make this sort of thing a habit. I've been out of a relationship for a few months and I couldn't wait. Hooking up with randos isn't usually my thing, but I must confess, I find it quite stimulating sometimes. I lean in closer, my breath ghosting across your ear. It shook me when our eyes met and I don't ignore my feelings. I'm a handful, just to be honest, but when I make a connection, it's bulletproof. But I need a strong man to handle me. I'm not asking for a lifetime right now. We can do this and walk away. But if this is real, you will learn that I'm everything. But I come with my challenges and I won't hide them from you. My heart races with anticipation beneath my modest blouse. My nipples are hardening against the black lace of my bra. My skirt hugs my thighs ever so slightly, revealing my barely there laced panties beneath. You nod slowly. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine as I await your response. The room seems to grow warmer, echoing with the silent promise of forbidden pleasure. How does... Are you man enough to take control? Do you think that you can handle me? You take a step closer. You reach slowly towards my face. I'm not sure if it will result in a caress of my cheek or a hand around my throat. I continue. I'm taking things from you like addiction shit. I swear like a sailor at the right times. I don't have a filter. I'll say what I want when I want it. I can be a moody bitch and probably get rough with you, but I fucking love when I love. I don't... I'm a ride or die type of someone. Am I your someone? Do I fit the fantasy of a woman that you have created in your mind from your early teens to now? But do you have the strength for this? I am not tame. Trust me, I can easily make you think twice. Your hand stops. Isn't that what makes this so fucking hot? I am what you have craved for most of your life. I'm standing at arm's length away, but your hesitation makes me think that you are weak. The confidence in your eyes builds. There's almost a smug look on your face. It's making me a little wet. You lunge your hand towards my throat, but the result is not a tight grip. It's soft and assuring. A burst of brevity, but enough self-control to show me that you have respect. Your hand tightens. I grasp for my next breath. Fuck. I force another few breaths in and out to regain my composure. I can't let you think that I'm easy. Careful. I might like this. Or I might not. My learning curve by the curves of my body and those years of fantasizing about me doesn't come close to the carnal nightmares that I can bring to you. But that's what you want, don't you? Your grip tightens more. The muscles in my neck defy your clench. I stare deep into your soul, refusing to blink. This is a test. You want me to test you? You want to feel for yourself that you are man enough for a woman like me? Both of us can fail this test. If I do, I'm not the woman for you after all. If you fail, fuck your shit up and you'll regret this moment for the rest of your life. I've not blinked, though I've loosened my resistance. You squeeze tighter. I bring my hand to your wrist, still staring into your soul, not blinking, still defying. You let up slightly. That's awfully brave. You barely know me. I've still yet to blink. What makes you think that you're entitled to lay a fucking finger on me? I could send your balls into your throat with a swift kick. What makes you think I won't do that? Your eyes widen for a second, as if you've been hit with a brick wall of realization of the reality that I just dropped on you. You maintain, though, I'm getting wetter. It's not about the pain, although I get a little shiver from that. I might like that a little bit, but you not folding. I'm drawn to that kind of strength. That kind of strength will keep me safe, not just from the danger of others, but from the danger of myself. I take another deep breath or two to maintain my composure. Point taken. Trust me, you may have scored a few points for that. I barely trust myself half the time. I sure hope you can back this moment up with constantly being the strength in my life. In that moment, you pull me by my throat, tight to you. I crossed my arms in front of me to protect myself, but conveniently, it also pushed up my breasts. You wrapped your other arm around my lower back and pulled me tight to you. In a second, you pulled your hand off my throat and grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head back so I was looking up at you. Fuck! I'm so soaked in this moment. I'm not going to let on I feel helpless in your arms and putty in your hands. I can feel the bulge in your pants pressing on my stomach. I uncross my arms to reach down and unbuckle your jeans. I unsnapped and unzipped them to give your mask some room to grow. You gasp. You want this, don't you? You've wanted this from the moment I walked in the bar. My eyes met yours just as hard as yours met mine. I pulled the front of your underwear down, letting your big cock drop out. Thank fucking god your dick is big. That might have been a deal breaker. I smirked and batted my long eyelashes over my big brown eyes. I pushed myself back and bent over slightly and looked up at you. You do realize that you may see me in this position now and then. Only, fuck involved. It won't make you gay or weak if another guy is fucking your girl while she sucks your cock. Just makes you sexier to me and that's what matters. I take your shaft in my hand and begin to lick the tip. I can taste your pre-cum. Seems like the previous moments worked out well for both of us. You gasp as I slide it further into my mouth and then back out and then back in. I create rhythm that makes you breathe hard and moan. As I continue, I grab your balls softly with my other hand. I adjust myself to a squatting position and pick up momentum. I fucking love cock. I get myself so into blowjobs that I don't stop. Not until I have a mouthful of cum. Harder and more passionately, I work your shaft with my mouth and then I open my throat and slide you down further. You let out a primal groan. I work myself into a frenzy of sucking and licking and fucking your cock with my mouth. I give your balls a tight squeeze now and then and that is met with a gasp from you. My juices are now running down the inside of my thigh. I pull myself off of your cock and look up at you. I'm only going to say this once. From now on, you move me around and fuck me like a rag doll. Got it? You lift me up by my hair and spin me around. I'm pulling my pants down as I spin around. Your dick lands on my plump ass. I barely get ready before you impale me with your big cock. I gasp loudly with one hand gripping my waist and the other clenching a fistful of my hair like a horse's rein. You fuck me like I need to be fucked. The sensations overtake me like I'm wasted on high-end booze. I can barely feel my body just the way I like it. Just the way you need to give it to me. Tears are streaking down my face. This is so fucking good. And then your load explodes inside me. It shoots in with such force that I can almost taste it. You are surprisingly quiet, but I can feel your strength in your grip and inside me. I rein some strength in my legs and step my way off your dick and turn around as you pull me in close. We are both breathing heavy in unison. After a few moments I look up at you. I should probably know your name. Susan. Not Sue. Not Susie. Susan. I will leave it up to you what happens next. But I want you. What do you want?