The High Life

"You gotta keep it real, baby," Antonio rapped into the microphone, his eyes scanning the throng of fans swaying to the rhythm of his rap. The concert lights illuminated the stadium in strobing red and blue hues, catching the rapture on every face. Sweat speckled his forehead, his muscles rippling under the clinging fabric of his stage outfit. He was on autopilot, surfing on the wave of the crowd's excitement like some beast in heat.

When his new single's final notes faded into applause, Antonio spotted a stunning woman in the backstage area, the VIP pass hung around her neck glinting. "Hold up," he gasped at his DJ, gesturing toward her with a smile. "That's Miss B. Nasty herself!"

Miss B. Nasty, queen of the adult films, was well known for her large bust and insatiable hunger. Their gazes met, and the shock of recognition ignited a fire smoldering in both of them. She walked over, 32F breasts jiggling to the beat of her hips, gold-tinged skin in the dim backstage light. "Tony," she said, purring, "I've been waiting to see you."

Her hand came out, and he took it, feeling the spark of electricity between them. "The pleasure's all mine," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. "You're even more beautiful in person."

She laughed, a husky sound that made him shiver. "Flattery will get you everywhere, but I'm a music lover, not a dance lover."

Antonio gestured to his bodyguard, a hulking man with a sour face who stood watching from nearby.

"See that she gets to the hotel," he said, never once breaking eye contact with her. "We have some. business to discuss."

The guard nodded, catching the veiled threat. Her smile grew wider, her teeth flashing in the low light. "Oh, I just can't wait to hear your suggestions."

The hotel suite was an oasis of opulence, velvet sofas and a king-size bed that appeared to beckon them nearer. Antonio led her to the bed, his hand on the curve of her back, sensing the heat radiating from her body.

He saw the desire in her eyes, the way she moistened her lips, and it only made him desire her more.

"You know I have to maintain my reputation," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But tonight, I want you to dirty me up."

Her laughter was pure seduction. "I believe I can do that," she replied, lowering her voice to match his. She began peeling off her dress, inch by inch unveiling smooth, caramel-colored flesh, layer by layer. Antonio's eyes widened with the sight of her breasts bared, nipples already taut and begging for touch.

He leaned in, sucking one in, lapping it with his tongue as she gasped and tossed back her head. Her hand slid down, unzipping his fly, releasing his huge, 8.5-inch erection. "You're like you're made for this," she panted, stroking him softly. "And I'm going to love every inch."

The hotel room was a sexual cocoon, the heavy drapes closing the world outside from view. She lay on the bed, legs spread wide open, inviting him in. Antonio took off his pants, never breaking eye contact with her as he approached her. The scent of her want filled the air, sweet and intoxicating.

He slid his fingers into her wetness, feeling her clench around them. "You're so ready," he panted, his own desire building like a crescendo in his groin. She nodded, her lids hooded with lust. "More than you know."

With a wicked smile, she leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around him in a dance that had made her legendary. Antonio groaned, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord.

She pulled him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in, her eyes locked on his. He stood there, mesmerized, as she handled him like a master, her teeth glancing over him lightly, her tongue caressing him. Each stroke brought him to the edge, each gasp of breath from her making him harder, thicker.

The room was a symphony of groans and the slurp of wetness as she took more of him, her throat closing tight around his length. Her other hand rose to cup his balls, her nails sinking in just so that he drew in a sharp breath. She looked up at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, and Antonio was finished.

He'd never felt this way before, never with anyone who could drop him to his knees with a look, a touch, a suck. Her hand traveled in rhythm with her mouth, her teeth scratching along his length, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Oh, shit," he breathed, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pinned her. "You're gonna make me cum so hard." She hummed at him, the vibration driving him further into the chasm. He could feel his balls tighten, the pressure building, but she didn't give.

She pulled him deeper in, her throat tightening around his cock, and he could feel the climax building. With a roar, he spilled himself into her mouth, looking into hers as she swallowed each final drop with a ravenous greed that precisely equaled his own. After a moment of catching his breath, she ran her tongue around her lips, smiling at him.

"Now, it's my turn," she whispered, her voice smooth. Antonio's eyes darkened, his own need still wild. He bent, rolling her over onto her stomach, her ass in the air.

"You've had your fun," he growled, his voice raw with desire. "Now, it's time to see what I can do." He parted her legs wide, his hand running over her plump cheeks, his cock already hard.

"You're going to scream my name, Miss Nasty," he promised, and with that, he plunged into her damp warmth, her walls closing in on him like a vice. She moaned into the pillows, her body arcing up to meet him as he rode her with merciless speed.

She pushed back at him, half-muffled voice but with overtones of bliss. "Harder, Antonio, fuck the whore that I am." Antonio's face blazed with lust at these words, his thrusts more forceful, harder and more punishing.

The bedframe creaked under the pressure of their lust, the headboard slamming against the wall in a rhythmic throb of desire. Her moans grew louder, her breathing in harsh gasps. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, punctuated by the slap of his hand on her rear.

He reached around, finding her clit and sliding it between his fingers, her moans getting louder with each stroke. "Cum for me," he growled, his voice one that sent shivers down her spine. "Cum all over this big dick."

Her muscles were tight, her orgasm building like a storm. "Oh, God, Antonio, yes!" she screamed, her pussy pumping him hard. He could feel her juices rolling over his cock, the warmth and wetness pushing him farther along the edge.

He backed off, rolling her onto her back, her legs still raised. He came to rest at her entrance, her lubrication sparkling on his rod. "You want more?" he asked, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. She nodded, her eyes pleading. "Beg for it," he panted, and she did.

"Fuck me, Antonio, please, fuck me hard," she begged, her breast heaving and falling. He slammed back into her, her breasts shaking with each stroke. He grasped her ankles in his hands and pushed them higher and higher until her legs were almost bent double.

Her eyes rolled all the way back in her head, her moans converted to breathless gasps of pleasure. She fought to resist, to hold it back, to stall the release, but she couldn't help herself. He was too much for her, his penis bigger, his strokes too forceful.

"Cum again," he snarled, his own climax close behind. "I want to feel you come all over me."

With one final, final groan, she did so, her pussy rupturing around him, drenching his cock and balls in her honey. Antonio could not hold out any longer, his own climax swamping him like a tidal wave. He came hard, spewing hot seed deep into her pussy.

"Oh fuckkkkk." he groaned, spurting her with each jet.

They held there, panting and spent, their bodies wrapped together on the bed's rumpled expanse.

"I've never felt anything like that," she gasped, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Antonio laughed, his chest expanding and falling. "That's because you've never had a Tony Special."

He pulled out, his cock still half erect and covered in her cum. She reached down, her hand sliding over her own juices, and began to stroke him back to full rigidity.

"Once more," she pleaded, her throaty murmur sending tremors through him. Antonio was helpless to withstand the siren's call, his desire for her insatiable.

Their bodies moved in tandem like an orchestrated dance, each one perfectly aware of what the other needed. He leaned forward, his mouth covering hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other's hunger. The room was a ball of hunger, the heavy drapes blocking out the light of reality and leaving only the glow of the candles on the bedside table to dance across their entwined bodies.

Miss B. Nasty rode him, her gorgeous butt rising and falling with every bounce, her tits bouncing in rhythm, making him crazy. "I want you to cum on these," she moaned, her voice laced with desire.

She reclined, cradling her hands over her breasts, offering them to him as a sacrifice to a sex god. Antonio simply stood there, transfixed, as she began to play with her nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers.

The sight was too much. With a bellow, he came again, his cum covering her chest and face. She leaned forward, her tongue lashing out to capture the ropes that shot out, winding them about her mouth before swallowing them down with a contented sigh.

"Mmm," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're going to spoil me."

They were stretched out there, their arms and bodies all entwined together in passion, the air heavy with the smell of sex. She was tracing her fingernails over his chest in soft patterns, her breathing finally returning to normal.

"I don't think how great that was," she breathed, her voice full of wonder. Antonio grinned up at her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"That," he growled, his voice still rough with desire, "was only the warm-up."

The night stretched out before them, full of endless possibilities. Antonio's hand moved down her body, resting in the crease of her ass before gliding further to her wet pussy. She gasped, her eyes opening.

"Again?" she asked, a hint of shock in her voice. He nodded, his wolfish smile.

He rolled her over, her legs still in the air. "You're going to scream my name until you can't talk," he promised, placing his cock at her opening.

She nodded, eyes shining with desire. "Do it," she ordered. "Make me scream."

And so he did. With each stroke, she was louder, her sex cries echoing off the walls. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a witness to their passion. Her knuckles were white-knuckled with the tension of holding onto the bedposts as her hands clung hard. "Tony," she gasped, "yes, yes, yes."

Their bodies moved in rhythm of lust, each drive closer to the edge. Antonio sensed his orgasm brewing, his balls clenching harder with each plunge into her welcoming heat. Her pussy enveloped him, her body begging for its release. "I'm gonna cum," he snarled, his gaze fixed on hers.

With a final, desperate thrust, he reached the edge, his cock pounding as he came deep inside her. She screamed his name, pussy clenching around him, milking every drop of cum out of his cock. They fell there, panting, their sweat and cum-covered bodies heaving.

As the night went on, the sounds of the city outside the hotel walls grew quiet. There was only their heavy breathing and the occasional soft groan when one touched the other. They had hours yet to get to know each other, to test boundaries and learn new levels of pleasure.

But for now, they lay together, their hearts racing, their bodies still trembling with the afterglow of their passion. This was only just the beginning of a night they would not soon forget.