Round 59

[b]*Round Fifty Nine*[/b]

Annabelle appeared in a dimly lit, smoky room. Her ears were instantly assaulted with pumping electronic music. Bright, multicolored, flashing lights flickered and shifted around. Crowds of people dancing and gyrating to the beat were all around her. The heat of hundreds of bodies and the smell of sweat permeated the crowded room. It hit her nose and Annabelle felt herself becoming nauseous. She leaned against a nearby wall and focused on breathing through her mouth to avoid the smell. She hastily pulled a cigarette and lit it up.

She looked down at herself. She wore a pink latex dress. A VERY SHORT pink latex dress. It barely covered her ass which stuck out behind her. The dress had a slight shine when the light hit it right. It stretched over her amble chest, but left a fair bit of cleavage. Thankfully she had a padded bra, as she could feel her breasts remained overly sensitive. Her cheap blonde hair was loose and wild and she stood on tall pink heels. As she became used to the sights and sounds, Annabelle's stomach calmed and she began tapping her foot to the beat.

After a minute or so of observation, a thickly built man approached Annabelle. He wore all black and absolutely towered over her. The man's face was fairly ugly with a sparse mustache and shallow cheekbones. He eyed Annabelle with beady eyes and spoke to her with a hoarse tone.

He had to yell slightly to be heard over the music, "Excuse me, ma'am, there's no smoking in here."

Annabelle recoiled slightly and furrowed her thick brow. Normally she would have been too intimidated by the man's hulking size but instead she felt the need coldly respond, "It's a free country. I can smoke where I want to."

The man turned his head slightly, giving her a confused expression before take a deep breath and responding, "I don't want to ruin your night, but I think everybody would appreciate if you took it outside. We are very willing to accommodate you in the rear of the-"

Annabelle snapped, "Yeah I don't think i'm gonna do that. Go away now, ugly." She had no clue where the negative attitude was coming from, this was very unlike her normally. Annabelle shifted her stance, putting her free hand on her hip which she jutted out. She took a long cigarette drag and blew the smoke towards the darkly clothed man.

"Look Lady." The man had clearly had enough, "Either you put that out now, or I drag your skanky ass out of here. Your choice." He moved closer to her until she was backed against the wall.

Annabelle shrank, staring up at the angry man.

She quivered slightly and the attitude was gone, replaced by fear and her normal shyness. "O-okay...I'm putting it out..."

She threw the cigarette butt into a nearby metal trashcan. The man folded his arms as he watched her do it.

"...Goddamn Bitch..." He muttered as he walked back across the room.

Annabelle shook her head, why did that guy piss her off so badly? It would have been easy to just go outside and smoke. She shook it off and turned her attention back to the crowd. She unconsciously folded her arms behind her, puffing out her breasts and cleavage. Minutes later, she was approached by a stylish black man. He appeared to be in his late twenties with well defined muscles. They weren't large, just well defined. He was a little under six feet tall and thus dwarfed Annabelle. He dressed well with a sleek purple button up and black pants. He had his sleeves rolled up which displayed a large, expensive looking watch. He had short black hair and a black beard. His face was very handsome with a wide smile.

He leaned in and said just loud enough over the music, "I'm Darius, you lookin' to dance?" His voice was smooth, confident and friendly.

Annabelle hesitated, looked around and responded as the man had remained leaning in, "Um, yeah I guess so."

"What's your name, precious?"

"Annabelle...Annabelle Johnson."

The man's expression changed to a frown for just a second. He then grew a devilish grin before returning to his friendly smile. "I'll call ya Anna. Or maybe Belle, or Bella?"

"...Bella is fine."

"Well, okay then, Bella it is. Nice to meet ya, Bella."

Annabelle liked the name, and felt a stirring between her legs having Darius call her by it.

Darius reached down and grabbed Annabelle's arm, pulling her towards the dance floor.

It started slow, both dance partners were swaying slightly to the beat. Annabelle looked around at all the activity. Everybody looked like they were having fun, what was the harm of just dancing with somebody?

She could feel her blood pressure rising as Darius wrapped his arms around Annabelle and looked her in the eyes. He was very handsome...Some couples were in very sexualized dancing poses, thrusting with the beat.

Darius continued his eye contact with intensity while his swaying turned slowly to thrusting. Annabelle felt herself entranced and her body reacted in kind, becoming receptive to his thrusts. She looked around again. Wow, some people were getting really down and dirty. Several women were basically bent over pushing their ass into their partners crotch area.

The heat continued to rise, Annabelle could feel herself becoming wet all over, including and especially between her legs. She found herself quickly turned around with Darius behind her. She could feel an impressive bulge straining against her ass which, combined with her hips, had a mind of their own swaying sensually back and forth; teasing him.

Darius ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts which made her yelp slightly at how sensitive they were. Darius continued running his hands up and down as Annabelle felt herself becoming increasingly aroused. Darius reached his hand around and between Annabelle's thin thighs. She opened them slightly, without a second thought, and he pressed his fingers inside her.

Her breathing quickened as Darius pressed his mouth up to her ear.

She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he gasped, "No panties, Bella? And with such a short dress? You naughty little slut."

Annabelle released a slight moan as his fingers swirled around her clit. She closed her eyes and reached her hands up, wrapping them around Darius's head which remained buried in her neck.

It lasted for just a few seconds before he removed his hand leaving her feeling empty. She turned her head and looked into his deep brown eyes. with a pleading expression.

"You ready for some raunchy dancing, Bella?"

"Yeah, sounds fun!"

Darius straightened himself up and pulled Annabelle by her hips until she was very close to him. Her hair swished wildly from side to side along with her hoop earrings. She felt a light push on the back of her head as she began to slowly bend over. When she was completely bent over at the waist, Darius grabbed her hips and started thrusting against her ass with the music. Her pussy still felt incredibly empty, begging to be filled. She pushed herself against him. Through half lidded eyes she looked around, several others couples were in a very similar position, females pushing up against their guys crotch area but none of the-

Annabelle suddenly felt a thick cock slide into her drooling snatch as her dress was pulled up. Her eyes opened wide as the grip on her hips tightened and the thrusting began anew. She was getting fucked on the dance floor by some guy she just met. Annabelle's hair fell all over her face as she took a pounding. She was coming closer and closer to climax and releasing increasingly uncontrolled moans. The people around began to notice what was happening. A few were shocked by the sight of sex on the dance floor, but mostly they just kept dancing. Darius removed his hands from Annabelle's hips a few times to return high fives from onlookers.

While her vagina had become somewhat numb after a few minutes, she was coming close to finishing. Her breath came in ragged, short bursts as the juices rolled down her leg. When it finally came, her eyes rolled back into her head and the pleasant feeling of orgasm reverberated from her pussy and washed across her body. She released a primal moan and felt her legs quivering as the tidal wave continued. It was then that Darius's grip on her hips tightened even more. Her body was rocked a few more times before the cock inside her spasmed and began pumping her full of seed. Their orgasms concluded at roughly the same time.

"Hey, Bitch, smile!"

Annabelle looked to whomever had just yelled before the flash of a camera blinded her.

The softening penis slid out of her with a *Squelch* and she stood upright, her pelvis was wracked with pain. She blinked a few times to recover from the bright camera flash before turning to see the bouncer from earlier handing Darius a camera. Both men had big smiles on their faces and they stared at Annabelle. She was utterly confused as her breathing slowed.

As she stood, the heavy load deposited inside her began to seep out. She could smell the cum as it slipped to the floor. It ran down her leg and puddled beneath her. Darius pointed the camera and snapped another photo. People in the nearby crowd stared at her. They stepped away, leaving a circle surrounding her. Some were laughing while others looked mortified. As the stream of semen continued to ooze out, Annabelle didn't know exactly what to do as she helplessly scanned the crowd.

Darius stepped towards her and put the camera in her face. She saw the photographs that had been taken. The first was a red, puffy faced Annabelle bent over and looking deep in the throes of orgasm; complete with half lidded eyes and thick open lips. Her cheap blonde hair was matted to her sweaty face while a smiling young black man was buried deep in her cunt. The second was an embarrassed looking Annabelle with the same puffy, red, sweaty face and matted blonde hair. Her splayed legs dripped thick white semen into a puddle on the floor. Her hands were wrapped around her stomach and she appeared ready to cry.

Darius said calmly, "Now, Mrs. Johnson. If you don't want Anthony to see these I suggest you do what I say."

"P-please don't tell him. I'll do anything!" Annabelle forgot her embarrassment as she yelled. A slight tingle in her brain made Annabelle shake her head.

"Oh, you WILL do anything, my little Bella."

As the scene collapsed, Darius smiled and looked at the pictures again. Annabelle was left floating with sticky thighs and a freshly lit cigarette which she dragged heavily. What would Anthony do to her if she was found cheating?

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 112 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 2

SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.

PREGNANCY: ???

UNKNOWN AILMENT: Sudden Nausea, sensitive breasts.

HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Matted from sweat, hanging loosly and wildly.

VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.

FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.

EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.

FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, delicate, slightly upturned nose, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.

BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provacitively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily. Thin thighs with a slight sheen of semen coating them.

CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.

EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.

GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy, used vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed. A trickle of cum leaks out from the load deposited there.

TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattooed just above the vagina. Flowery black tramp stamp in a pseudo arrow pointing towards her ass with the word SLUT in bold letters just above it. The word SLAVE is tattooed in black on the back of her right shoulder.

PIERCINGS: Medium sized golden hoops in earlobes and a silver stud just above the belly button. Silver stud clit piercing. Silver nipple studs which keep the nipples constantly erect.

OUTFIT: A tight, latex, pink mini dress with a slight shine. Barely reaches the bottom of the ass cheeks. Show a decent amount of cleavage. A padded black bra. Tall six inch pink heels.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to be submissive in sexual encounters. Specifically attracted to black men. Very high libido. Enjoys having cum on and in her body and being humiliated sexually. Likes being locked in light bondage. Prefers vaginal sex.

PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. Is annoyed easily. Often considered 'Bitchy'. Doesn't care much for the rule of law. Has an extensive criminal history including drug, theft and prostitution charges. Has difficulty trusting others and often displays obsessive jealousy in relationships. Not very smart, has trouble learning. Doesn't know how to drive and is afraid to get behind the wheel. Acts naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Loves sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered. Has no issue with cheating on somebody in a relationship as long as she doesn't get caught.

ADDICTIONS: Smoking

FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.

EXPERTISE: Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick