annar2k asked:
*I wander into the Zone wearing a low cut belly top unaware of the kind of people that inhabit this place.*
chrystalwynd answered:
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
So Anna was at The Zone.
It seemed fun. There were flashes of high-society fashion, but Anna didn’t feel underdressed in her jeans and cute belly-shirt. The ambiance was certainly interesting. Edgy, really. There was a barely contained electricity in the air, the feeling that anything could happen. Kinda cool, really. She’d heard The Zone had a vaguely ominous reputation of sorts, but from what she was seeing, that was just another urban legend.
There was an interesting cross-section of patrons scattered throughout the club. Pretty people holding colorful cocktails were drinking with blue-collar types enjoying bottled beer. Anna knew The Zone was actually a number of rooms and bars spread throughout the building, with several attracting a more specific clientele, but this area seemed to be more of a common area, a sort of melting pot.
Anna sighed and checked her phone, but there was no update from Dyanne, who was supposed to be meeting her here tonight. Just the one text: ‘Still at work, going to be another hour, wait for me! Dont go in without me, Alphas!!!’
Anna rolled her eyes. Alphas. That was apparently Dyanne’s word for hot guys now. Anna got a drink and decided to explore a bit.
She wandered down a hall and stopped by a side room lit with hot pinks and neon greens. There was a small corner bar and some comfortable-looking plush chairs, so Anna made her way inside. The music was background filler…light, challenging, but filling the gaps nicely. Black-light posters decorated the walls and Anna found herself enjoying the setting.
Anna leaned on the bar. A tall dark-haired guy moved next to her.
“Welcome to the Neon Room,” he said.
Anna glanced at him. Tall, dark-haired. Quietly confident. A very masculine smell. Casual air, dangerous edge. Thin waist, but with thick shoulders. Quietly muscular.
Anna nodded. “Thanks.”
He turned toward her. Not quick, but it seemed like it. He moved like a cat.
“I’m Elliot,” he said. He moved a little closer.
She nodded, studied her drink. “Anna.”
Elliot looked her up-and-down. “You haven’t been here before, have you?”
“Sure I have,” said Anna. “I come here all the time.”
“Cool,” said Elliot. “I believe you.”
Anna finally looked at him again. He really did smell very good.
“Yes,” said Anna. Her belly muscles were twitching slightly. Oddly.
“I like this bar,” said Elliot, smiling now. “One of my favorite parts of The Zone. The neon intensity brings something, you know?”
Anna nodded, eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed. She was breathing deeper now.
Elliot reached out and touched her arm. “You all right?”
Anna shuddered, almost moaned as his fingertips brushed her forearm. His voice. His smell. Oh, gawd.
Elliot moved a little closer, pressed up against her now. His hand rested on her hip.
Anna tried to concentrate, but his scent filled her lungs. Her lips parted slightly, her cheeks flushing as she felt herself lubricating beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her belly muscles were twitching, jumping. His scent, his presence, his heat engulfed her.
It was so overwhelming…he was so overwhelming…that Anna had a momentary thought of escape, of running for the door. But it was only momentary. She couldn’t get her traitor body to move. Her nipples were achingly rigid. She could sense, could smell, his cock. It was so close. It was there. Thick, powerful, potent.
Anna felt his hand apply pressure to her hip, guiding her. She had a sense of moving. It seemed they were someplace else now. Not the bar, but a room with furniture or something. Something. Anna supposed it might be significant, but it wasn’t really important.
Her fingers slipped under his shirt, slid over his rigid abdominal muscles. Anna breathed deep again, eyes closing as his scent again filled her lungs. She pressed her thighs together, embarrassingly wet, her belly muscles jumping in helpless heat.
He reached down and pulled his shirt up and off his torso, stood there in his jeans.
Anna found herself straddling his thigh, rubbing herself on him in desperate heat. Her fingers slid down his belly muscles, over his flaccid cock. She slid off his leg, dropped to her knees. Reached up and unbuttoned his jeans. Unzipped him.
His cock was there, inches from her face. Hot, potent. Heavy. The weight of it in her hand felt right. Formidable. Powerful. Gawd, that cock.
Anna licked it. Once, twice, again. He slid his cock between her lips, stroked into her mouth. His dick was rigid now, a bar of steel, and he was stroking into her mouth.
Then his cock was no longer in her mouth and her mouth felt horribly empty. Anna felt herself being pulled to her feet, being turned around, being bent over something.
It was a couch. She was naked and leaning on a couch, her bare hips high, her ankles wide. She felt the thick head of his cock press against the tight entrance of her overly wet pussy. The resistance was only momentary as he pushed his fat cockhead into her tight pussy.
Anngasped as his cock slid deep inside her. A wave of heated need swept over her and she shuddered, moaned. His heavy hands on her hips, he drew back, his cock nearly all the way out, and Anna mewled. Then he drove his thick shaft back inside her, his pelvis slapping against her bare rounded ass.
He stroked his cock inside her, back-and-forth, again and again. Anna shuddered and came on his dick, hot and helpless. He stroked into her again and she came again, helpless to stop, unable to think, only react.
He moaned once, slightly, and Anna felt a surge of heat deep inside her, her cervix being inundated, and she knew, vaguely, that he was inseminating her with his hot, potent seed. She knew she had more chance of stopping a tide than she had of stopping his thick flow deep inside her.
His release triggered Anna’s again and once more she shuddered and writhed in helpless heat. He held her in place as he drained the last of his explosion inside her. Then, satisfied he was finished draining his potent balls, he slid his cock out of Anna.
He got dressed, then leaned over and slapped Anna on her bare ass. “Nice,” he said. “Stop by The Zone in about six months, okay? I want to see my trophy.”
Anna blushed from her hairline to her cleavage. The predatory Alpha was staring at her belly.
He didn’t wait for a reply. He gave a smile, then turned and left the room.
The still-blushing Anna could only gather her clothes and what little dignity she had left as she dressed quickly. As she dressed, her phone beeped, telling Anna she had a text.
It was Dyanne. 'I'm here and ur not. U got your bimbo ass caught by an Alpha! Toldja. Ur gonna be totes cute with a belly. Waiting for u at the Neon Room.’
Anna blushed even brighter. Then she sighed and made her way toward the Neon Room.
September 2019
*I wander into the Zone wearing a low cut belly top unaware of the kind of people that inhabit this place.*
chrystalwynd answered:
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
So Anna was at The Zone.
It seemed fun. There were flashes of high-society fashion, but Anna didn’t feel underdressed in her jeans and cute belly-shirt. The ambiance was certainly interesting. Edgy, really. There was a barely contained electricity in the air, the feeling that anything could happen. Kinda cool, really. She’d heard The Zone had a vaguely ominous reputation of sorts, but from what she was seeing, that was just another urban legend.
There was an interesting cross-section of patrons scattered throughout the club. Pretty people holding colorful cocktails were drinking with blue-collar types enjoying bottled beer. Anna knew The Zone was actually a number of rooms and bars spread throughout the building, with several attracting a more specific clientele, but this area seemed to be more of a common area, a sort of melting pot.
Anna sighed and checked her phone, but there was no update from Dyanne, who was supposed to be meeting her here tonight. Just the one text: ‘Still at work, going to be another hour, wait for me! Dont go in without me, Alphas!!!’
Anna rolled her eyes. Alphas. That was apparently Dyanne’s word for hot guys now. Anna got a drink and decided to explore a bit.
She wandered down a hall and stopped by a side room lit with hot pinks and neon greens. There was a small corner bar and some comfortable-looking plush chairs, so Anna made her way inside. The music was background filler…light, challenging, but filling the gaps nicely. Black-light posters decorated the walls and Anna found herself enjoying the setting.
Anna leaned on the bar. A tall dark-haired guy moved next to her.
“Welcome to the Neon Room,” he said.
Anna glanced at him. Tall, dark-haired. Quietly confident. A very masculine smell. Casual air, dangerous edge. Thin waist, but with thick shoulders. Quietly muscular.
Anna nodded. “Thanks.”
He turned toward her. Not quick, but it seemed like it. He moved like a cat.
“I’m Elliot,” he said. He moved a little closer.
She nodded, studied her drink. “Anna.”
Elliot looked her up-and-down. “You haven’t been here before, have you?”
“Sure I have,” said Anna. “I come here all the time.”
“Cool,” said Elliot. “I believe you.”
Anna finally looked at him again. He really did smell very good.
“Yes,” said Anna. Her belly muscles were twitching slightly. Oddly.
“I like this bar,” said Elliot, smiling now. “One of my favorite parts of The Zone. The neon intensity brings something, you know?”
Anna nodded, eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed. She was breathing deeper now.
Elliot reached out and touched her arm. “You all right?”
Anna shuddered, almost moaned as his fingertips brushed her forearm. His voice. His smell. Oh, gawd.
Elliot moved a little closer, pressed up against her now. His hand rested on her hip.
Anna tried to concentrate, but his scent filled her lungs. Her lips parted slightly, her cheeks flushing as she felt herself lubricating beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her belly muscles were twitching, jumping. His scent, his presence, his heat engulfed her.
It was so overwhelming…he was so overwhelming…that Anna had a momentary thought of escape, of running for the door. But it was only momentary. She couldn’t get her traitor body to move. Her nipples were achingly rigid. She could sense, could smell, his cock. It was so close. It was there. Thick, powerful, potent.
Anna felt his hand apply pressure to her hip, guiding her. She had a sense of moving. It seemed they were someplace else now. Not the bar, but a room with furniture or something. Something. Anna supposed it might be significant, but it wasn’t really important.
Her fingers slipped under his shirt, slid over his rigid abdominal muscles. Anna breathed deep again, eyes closing as his scent again filled her lungs. She pressed her thighs together, embarrassingly wet, her belly muscles jumping in helpless heat.
He reached down and pulled his shirt up and off his torso, stood there in his jeans.
Anna found herself straddling his thigh, rubbing herself on him in desperate heat. Her fingers slid down his belly muscles, over his flaccid cock. She slid off his leg, dropped to her knees. Reached up and unbuttoned his jeans. Unzipped him.
His cock was there, inches from her face. Hot, potent. Heavy. The weight of it in her hand felt right. Formidable. Powerful. Gawd, that cock.
Anna licked it. Once, twice, again. He slid his cock between her lips, stroked into her mouth. His dick was rigid now, a bar of steel, and he was stroking into her mouth.
Then his cock was no longer in her mouth and her mouth felt horribly empty. Anna felt herself being pulled to her feet, being turned around, being bent over something.
It was a couch. She was naked and leaning on a couch, her bare hips high, her ankles wide. She felt the thick head of his cock press against the tight entrance of her overly wet pussy. The resistance was only momentary as he pushed his fat cockhead into her tight pussy.
Anngasped as his cock slid deep inside her. A wave of heated need swept over her and she shuddered, moaned. His heavy hands on her hips, he drew back, his cock nearly all the way out, and Anna mewled. Then he drove his thick shaft back inside her, his pelvis slapping against her bare rounded ass.
He stroked his cock inside her, back-and-forth, again and again. Anna shuddered and came on his dick, hot and helpless. He stroked into her again and she came again, helpless to stop, unable to think, only react.
He moaned once, slightly, and Anna felt a surge of heat deep inside her, her cervix being inundated, and she knew, vaguely, that he was inseminating her with his hot, potent seed. She knew she had more chance of stopping a tide than she had of stopping his thick flow deep inside her.
His release triggered Anna’s again and once more she shuddered and writhed in helpless heat. He held her in place as he drained the last of his explosion inside her. Then, satisfied he was finished draining his potent balls, he slid his cock out of Anna.
He got dressed, then leaned over and slapped Anna on her bare ass. “Nice,” he said. “Stop by The Zone in about six months, okay? I want to see my trophy.”
Anna blushed from her hairline to her cleavage. The predatory Alpha was staring at her belly.
He didn’t wait for a reply. He gave a smile, then turned and left the room.
The still-blushing Anna could only gather her clothes and what little dignity she had left as she dressed quickly. As she dressed, her phone beeped, telling Anna she had a text.
It was Dyanne. 'I'm here and ur not. U got your bimbo ass caught by an Alpha! Toldja. Ur gonna be totes cute with a belly. Waiting for u at the Neon Room.’
Anna blushed even brighter. Then she sighed and made her way toward the Neon Room.
September 2019