Read a story here at pixies and it gave us an idea. This is part three of the continuation of the idea.


He shakes his head in disbelief. After his days adventures at the hands of a mysterious gun wielding captor, he finds himself lost in a sea of dancing and drinking souls encased in the haze of cigarette smoke and obnoxiously loud music. He had literally run blindly back to his office in anticipation of a 3rd box. Had he bumped into a tie wearing tight ass colleague as he departed the elevator? He knew he had absently pretended to be interested in his children’s day and fibbed to his wife to get out of the house at this hour. What was happening to this responsible upstanding citizen? He turns thirty and all his morals evaporate? The thoughts amuse him as he makes his way through the crowd. He weaves through the gyrating people; they excuse themselves for invading his personal space. His only concern is that someone will notice the intense boner he is sporting in his 501’s. That was not an easy thing to keep from his family. Two of the most intense orgasms of his life to date and he had to stop himself from yanking one off in the shower just mentally playing thru his day. He smiles and laughs to himself. A hand firmly squeezing his cock catches him off guard. He spins to scan the moving faces of the people around him. Damn he says to himself. He wouldn’t know her if she was standing next to him. So why is he looking?
He recalls the scent of the 3rd card as he read the simple words. Junction 10pm. He had spent a good hour trying to figure junction out. Was it a highway Junction? That wouldn’t narrow it down much. Then he had decided to call information. And sure enough the operator confirmed a business named such. After he hung up the phone, he was so excited to have discovered this riddle, he forgot to ask what sort of business it was. Only when he had pulled into the drive had he discovered it was a club. A firm hand grabs his ass. Quickly spinning again to no avail. What sort of game is this? His senses are on overdrive as it is. By the time he makes it to the bar he has been groped purposefully four times. He has given up even trying to discover which of the hundred hands was responsible. He orders a drink and relaxes toward the end of the bar. Time passes. He has looked into every face within eye shot and is no closer to discovery then when he left the office this afternoon. The anticipation is eating at him. Only the thoughts of his extraordinary afternoon keep him from walking out the door. An hour has to have passed by now, either that or he is drinking them down to fast. Now he has to leave his post to go piss. Totally discouraged and thinking of himself as a fool to have driven all this way at this hour. Just to watch a bunch of over hormonal singles play out the meat market scene he gave up so long ago. He pushes open the door to the bathroom and walks toward the urinal discouraged and lost in thoughts of whether to call it a night. He stops and his hands instinctively go to his belt. As he loosens the buckle shaking his head, he looks down just as darkness descends over him. A smile brushes his lips. His eyes hadn’t deceived him. It had just taken his brain a few extra seconds to realize what he saw. There, laying in the urinal….rose petals.
Before he could react he is pushed forward and pinned against the cold wall. The now familiar sultry voice of his captor behind him,” Quiet and give me your hands” she says. He instantly puts his hands behind him as she secures them together tightly at the wrist. Reaching around him to grab his unbuckled belt she yanks at it to spin him around. A firm hand in his chest pushes him backward until the tug at his waist stops his momentum. This continues three hard shoves until he feels the back of his legs make contact with something and falls backward. His back slams into a hard force as something stops him from falling flat. He needs only a moment to realize they must be in the one stall of this small bathroom. She spreads his knees wide as she leans into him to secure his hands to the post of the toilet behind him. The tug at his waist as she quickly withdraws his belt from its loops causes his cock to press tighter against the confines of his jeans. Can he be in for another incredible orgasm at the mercy of her nibble mouth? He can only hope. She grabs the front of his shirt and rips the buttons free exposing him. He listens as the buttons echo and bounce to the floor and come to rest. Her fingernails dig into his chest and she growls quietly. She takes one nipple into each of her hands and pinches, hard. Her voice now close to his ear, “You are mine and you cum when I say. Fail me and I leave you with an ache that will never again be satisfied.” The words were sharper then the cold point of a steel blade or the blunt end of a loaded gun. He didn’t need to answer. She knew he would obey. There was no need for words. It was a silent understanding. She tugged on his nipples as she nipped his ear lobe. An electrical current shot thru him and he knew she was going to test him. She replaced her fingertips with her teeth and bit into the soft flesh surrounding his nipples. The pain of her teeth counteracted by the pleasurable flicks of her tongue across the perked tip of each. Her hands find his hips and slide him forward, causing him to lean back hard into the uncomfortable protrusions of the toilet. He feels her hot mouth work its way down his chest to the waist of his jeans. Her teeth bite into the denim just above his cock. Has he ever been so dizzy in lust? What is it about this creature, this situation that drives him to such heights that he can’t put a straight thought together? Her fingers quickly master the buttons of his jeans and rip them down his hips pushing them to his ankles. She shoves his knees wide and before he can fathom what is happening in his darkness, her tongue is on his balls. Licking…sucking…consuming. Her hands encircle his cock and work magic on his shaft. Her thumbs alternately graze the tip of his cock now wet and glistening with the juices of his anticipation. She stops the assault on his balls. He imagines her looking up at her work. Admiring the engorged responses she provokes from him. He is just falling into the rhythms of her hands when she bites the inside of his thigh. That is sure to leave a mark. He can’t decide which to concentrate on, the ache of his leg or the ache in his cock. He tongue presses firm against the base and slides purposefully up his length. She skillfully tastes at the tip, licking clean the sweet cum. She strokes, she licks. She has him throbbing, she doesn’t let up. His hips squirm. She places a hand firmly around his balls and squeezes. He flinches in response. She says only “Obey.” A firm reminder of what is at stake. She releases he grip and lets his heavy hardness slap against his bare tummy. He sits in silence. His only movement the heaving of his chest. Time ticks as he listens. The muted music from the world revolving outside his bubble fills his ears. He feels a gentle brush against the outside of each of his bare thighs. Her hand encircles his again. She strokes his length this time at a quicker steadier pace. He feels her tongue…no wait…it’s not her tongue. New warmth consumes him. As she strokes him, he feels himself sliding deeper by the fraction into velvety wet heaven. He wants more…He needs more. He thrusts his hips and she stops. Squeezing him so tight it grabs his attention. He takes the hint well. She is in control. She lets her grip loosen and slides her hand down his length again. He feels the velvet of her again. He concentrates on remaining still as she teases herself with the head of his cock. The bathroom door flies open and someone enters whistling. His eyes fly open only to be reminded of his darkness. She doesn’t stop; instead she finds a new pace. His cock stroking her from ass to clit over and over. He wants to beg to be inside her, to be swallowed and devoured by this being. His heart is pounding in his ears. His breathing raspy, short and quick. A sound startles him, It is her…crying out…”aaaaaaaaah yes” she moans loud enough for the whistling invader to discover he is not alone. She did that on purpose he realizes. Seconds tick before a pounding on the door and a distinctly male voice hollers, “Hey Lady…you ok in there?” She squeezes firmly on his throbbing cock and issues a stern “Answer him!” directly into his ear. He mumbles and fumbles and finally musters a “Yeah buddy, she’s just great.” The room is invaded with hysterical laughter and a voiced apology as the intruder leaves. She hoarsely voices in his ear, “Good boy, now for your reward.” As she takes him deep within her in one move. Settling her hips against his. His head falls back against the wall. His guttural moan matches hers. She bites at his neck as she grinds her hips against him. With a voice of amusement she says, “I am going to suck your cock with my pussy and I am going to cum and if you obey me, I will let you cum while I lick my juices from your cock. If not, I will leave you here, tied and blindfolded for management to find” With that she sinks him deeper and a new sensation overtakes him as her walls encircle him tightly. Her hands on his shoulders, pressing his harder into the cold metal that secures his hands. She rolls her hips against him, her muttered pleas in his ear. He fights, he tries not to get lost in the majestic sensations she is sending thru his body. He feels her quiver around him, her fingers sliding to his nipples as she cried out in uncontrolled animalistic calls. His cock is thick and full and needing release in the worst way, but his mind is fighting to keep control. He can’t cum...Oh God the torture. The intensity of his arousal only serves to intensify his ability to feel the contraction of her around him as she explodes and drenches him. Almost as if she sensed his waning inabilities, she stops. Her breathing labored in his ear. He hears her almost purr in her post orgasmic paradise. “Impressive,” she exhales in his ear. As he feels her warmth pull away from his. Her hands are quickly around his drenched cock. Both stroking his length, toying with the tip as her tongue begins licking the wetness from his tight balls. She is merciless in her actions. Letting her tongue slide up the throbbing underside before flicking at the tip and sliding back down to his balls. She moans, she makes it known to him that she in enjoying the taste of herself from his skin. His hips inadvertently jerk toward her; he inhales waiting for her to redirect him. She doesn’t. Instead she urges him closer with her mouth. He is to the edge, building deep inside him is the carnal need to release his seed at whatever cost. She senses his urgency and slides her tongue back to the tip of his cock. She speaks firmly and directly, “You will feed my hunger…Now!” Her left hand at the base of his cock encircling his shaft and firmly pressing his balls. Her right hand stroking him and keeping the tip of him firmly against the extended tongue of her hungry mouth. Her fingers slide against his skin, fingertips firmly against the pulsing ridge on the underside of his shaft. He is certain to drown her. He doesn’t care. His need to release has never reached such heights. He almost howls as his cock explodes. Her lips encircling the tip as her hand strokes every drop from him. She drinks freely, consuming his nectar as if the basis of life itself. Her tongue and thumb take turns gliding over the head of his cock as he comes down from this high. He feels her voiced words upon his neck, “You just may have earned yourself another rose, Stud.” And then silence. As the muted music of the rest of the world fills his ears again. He moves his arms to realize they are free behind him. How long ago had she untied him? As he yanks the cover from his head, staring into the solid graffiti covered door of his pleasure stall. Looking down at his still wet and well drained cock, he decides with a chuckle that being thirty isn’t so bad after all.