She was an enchantress, a siren whose spell wove itself around me as soon as I laid eyes on her. Her name was Desdemona, and she had been waiting for this moment, just like I had. She was petite, with a perfectly rounded ass that begged to be touched. Her cunt was a treasure chest of desire, its lips plump and inviting.
As we sat across from each other at the dimly lit bar, I felt her energy surging through me, a primal force that I couldn't resist. The first time our eyes met, it was like a jolt of electricity, zapping straight to my groin and causing my dick to stir in its pants.
We exchanged flirtatious glances as we ordered our drinks, her eyes lingering on my crotch whenever she thought I wasn't looking. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I got up from the barstool and walked over to her. She looked at me with a smirk, and then leaned in close, her breath hot on my neck as she whispered something dirty in my ear.
She took my hand and led me out of the bar, toward the alleyway behind it. The night air was cold, but I didn't feel it; all I felt was Desdemona's heat radiating from her body, her cunt calling to mine. We stopped at the end of the alley, where a dumpster and some rusty garbage bins stood like sentinels guarding our secret tryst.
Desdemona turned to face me, her eyes smoldering with desire. She reached for my shirt, tugging it up over my head before tossing it aside. Her hands found their way to my belt buckle, and she deftly unfastened it, sending the zipper on my fly sliding down to reveal the full length of my throbbing erection.
She wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking it slowly as she looked into my eyes. "You want me, don't you?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I bet you can't wait to feel this inside you."
Her words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me, making my cock twitch in response. Desdemona licked her lips as she watched the movement, a predatory smile playing across her face. Then she lowered herself onto her knees, taking my cock into her mouth with a fierce enthusiasm that left me breathless.
I moaned softly as her lips enveloped me, her tongue dancing around the head of my dick. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking me harder and faster each time until I could barely stand it anymore. My hands found their way into her hair, gripping tightly as I urged her to continue.
But Desdemona had other plans. With a devilish grin, she pulled away from my cock, leaving it slick with saliva and desperate for more. She stood up then, reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her dress. As it fell open, I caught my first glimpse of her cunt, glistening wetly in the moonlight.
"Do you like what you see?" she taunted me, her fingers tracing lazy circles around her pussy lips as she waited for an answer. "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
I nodded vigorously, my cock throbbing with need. Desdemona smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Then come on, big boy," she said, reaching back to untie the straps of her bra. "Let's see what you're made of."
As I stepped forward, she turned around and bent over at the waist, presenting herself to me like a gift wrapped in tantalizing flesh. My cock surged forward, desperate for the warmth of her cunt. Desdemona reached back again, guiding my shaft between her lips before pressing down on it until I was buried inside her.
The sensation was intense, my dick stretching out her pussy walls as we both groaned with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing herself harder against me, and I began to thrust in rhythm with her movements. Her cunt felt like a velvet glove around my cock, tightening and loosening with each stroke, driving us both closer to climax.
We fucked like animals in that alleyway, our bodies tangled together as we gave ourselves over to pure animal lust. Desdemona's cries of pleasure echoed through the night air, each one driving me further into a state of ecstasy that bordered on madness.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell within her. With a roar of frustration, I pulled out of Desdemona's cunt just as I came, shooting streams of hot cum onto the ground behind us. She moaned in disappointment but quickly recovered, her eyes locked on mine as she reached down to touch herself.
"Next time," she promised me, her voice a low growl, "I'll make you come inside me."
As we dressed and walked back into the bar, I knew that promise would be kept. For Desdemona was not just a siren; she was my siren, and I would do anything to keep her satisfied.