THE RED BULL EXPRESS

The Red Bull Express

There is something about drinking a tall Red Bull vodka, while gazing over a dance floor full of half naked women shaking their asses to the thumping sounds of “Blame It On The Alcohol”.

The prowess of urge overkill seeps in effortlessly into thought. And then, blam, there she was sitting at the table with her boyfriend and another couple. Of course, she was conducting the symphony of the conversation, hee-ing and hawing, smiling, and occasionally glancing at the bar. She knew she was being watched with a rich intensity.

The Red Bull drinking man had enough of this ha ha bullshit. He walked over to the table and forcibly grabbed her drinking hand and said,

“LET’S GO!” the man demanded.

“EXCUSE ME!!?” she exclaimed.

“HEY BUDDY, she is with me man!” said the meager framed boyfriend with the pretty face. He stood up to protect his pussy.

“LOOK MUTHAFUCKA! YOU WANT A PROBLEM TONIGHT, CUZ I GOT PLENTY OF ‘EM?!!”

There was a long hesitation and the two couples knew this brazen man was not playing with any of them, they were scared of his reputation, although they did not know him personally. The young virile coco bronze woman reluctantly stood up and went with obtuse man, to avoid any conflict because people were beginning to look.

“It’s ok, I will be right back!”

An hour later she found herself partially disrobed, about to jump into the bed with this man she barely knew. He stopped her and demanded her to stand there naked as he began the forbidden ritual of masturbation. Her senses became nub and she found herself in a trance obeying his every command. Finally, her own lascivious cravings took the best and she approached the man.

“Bitch!!! Didn’t I tell you stand there???”

Jumping up from his prone position pissed, he grabbed her size 18 frame and dish ragged onto the queen size of the hotel room. Wow! He manhandled her so effortlessly and efficaciously, before she could regain her composure that found herself on her hands and knees. The stinging slaps on her ass reminded her that this was no run of the mill sexual encounter.

Slapppp!!! Not even the cotton panties which remained prevented the relentless impact upon her pliable buttocks. After more exclamations of his dislikes, he began to rip her panties off in a way, which she felt the material rubbing against her clit. Then the panties came off her ass like peeled fruit.

Not to be out done she had to let this man know that she aint no joke and thought of herself as sexually enhanced herself. She turned, rose and attacked the man’s 6ft plus 270lb frame. Not a good decision. He simply bellowed out in laughter, as she began her frontal assault. Her arms flung around his neck, and her thighs squeezed furiously around his mid section.

Her vaginal walls could feel the topside of rambunctious surgation. He laughed until she began biting the side of his neck. He wailed like a beast in pleasurable agony, king of the animal kingdom. He reached his arms underneath the folds behind her knees and raised her 5ft 10in, 240lb body off him until her back touched the 8ft ceiling. He walked her still in tow, over to the second queen size bed, turned, and tossed her body like a shot put onto the first queen size bed. 

She bounced not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times and somehow ended in the same position before the air show. Just as she was trying to formulate any thoughts, she felt her bra become unfastened but not freeing her 42Ds and the friction of his molten steel rostrum parting her sea of passion.

He held her bra straps like a horse’s harness guides and he rode her like Julius Caesar rode his chariot into Rome after victory. She gritted and moaned, calling him names that shamed the devil into penance. Soon their loins began to talk to each other in the ultimate language, love; he had erased all the dick prints of her past and forged a new path within her. She in turn, sprayed with him delicious magic causing him to enter the black hole, discovering secrets, returning, and then declaring her a goddess.

For the next 96 hrs, they touched almost every star in the heavens; swam seas and rivers, sang salacious duets, tasted the fresh fruits of their union, and ultimately discovering peace while drifting on clouds.

She thought how glad she was the cashier that had flirted with this man every time came into the grocery store. And he, was glad he was drinking Red Bull vodkas that night. 

And there’s a boyfriend, sitting in a car outside her home, anxious but patiently waiting for answers with a loaded 9mm in his hands, saying to himself I ain’t no punk.

THE END