I wasn’t sure what I was doing there. I should’ve been in my hotel room analyzing why the deal I had put together had just fallen apart.I’m a mediator (a very good one, I might add), which means I help individuals and companies work through their differences and come to an agreement before the courts and lawyers get involved. That didn’t happen this time.I had flown out to Silicon Valley to finalize an agreement between two tech companies. Everything was on track until one of the CEOs got cold feet and withdrew the company’s offer. Now we were back at square one.What did that mean? I had no idea. That’s what I should have been trying to figure out. But I needed to blow off some steam, which is what brought me to this bar a few miles from my hotel.It wasn’t anything special, but good enough for me to sip a jack-and-coke in a corner booth. I had planned for a quiet and lonely night, a few drinks, and then I’d tackle my problem tomorrow.Then she walked in.Wearing a simple sleeveless black dress that stopped just above her knees and cork wedge sandals, she still managed to look exotic. I think it was her almond-shaped large brown eyes, long dark eyelashes, and high prominent cheekbones. Her small mouth looked like it was constantly puckering for a kiss. Her skin was tan and her dark brown hair was tinged with a subtle purple. Adding to her allure were the piercings in her left eyebrow and tiny nose. There was a long flowery tattoo that ran up her thigh to disappear beneath her dress, and another that ran across the length of her left arm. Her calves were shapely and her thighs thick, her ass pushed up by her wedges.She sat by herself at the bar and pulled out her phone. I watched her scan and scroll for a few moments, then she frowned, apparently annoyed at something. “Fuck…” I heard her whisper under her breath. She set the phone down in front of her, looked straight ahead, and sighed heavily.I felt bad for her even though I had no idea what just happened. I had toyed around with the idea of approaching her before, but now she was likely in a bad mood and it probably wasn’t the time. Then again, I reasoned, she might need the pick-me-up.I went back and forth until I decided that since I was planning on leaving soon anyway I might as well say “hi” on the way out. If she wasn’t interested, no harm done.I stood from my seat in the booth and walked to the bar to stand next to her. I set my drink down, leaned my elbows on the bar, and turned my head to her.“Excuse me,” I said, getting her attention. She still looked annoyed as she glanced at me. Nothing to do but follow through, though. “I’m too exhausted to be trying something like this and I’ll probably screw it up. But you are absolutely gorgeous bahis siteleri and I’d like to sit here and buy you a drink if you’d let me.”She sighed again and glanced down at her phone. “I guess so.” An ominous start, to be sure.I pulled out the barstool and sat. I got the bartender’s attention and she ordered her drink. As we waited, I said, “I don’t want to come across as creepy or anything, but it looked like you just got some disappointing news.”She shrugged her shoulders. “You could say that. I just got stood up.”Who in their right minds would stand this beauty up? “I’m sorry,” I said, somewhat sincerely.“It’s ok,” she answered. “It was just a tinder match.”“Well, whoever it was is an idiot for passing up a chance to meet you.” Not my most original line, but what the hell. I was tired.“Thanks,” she answered. “I’m Zatianna.”“Mark,” I answered, holding out my hand to shake hers. Just then the bartender brought her martini.“What brings you here?” she asked as she took a sip. “Picking up chicks?”I chuckled. “No, I’m avoiding my inevitable return to the work grind. I got some bad news today too.”“What’s that?” she asked. “What do you do?”I explained what I did, as briefly as I could knowing my job wasn’t all that exciting and told her about the deal that had just fallen through.“That sucks,” she responded when I finished. “But at least it’s not over, right? You can still work out another deal.”“Maybe,” I said. “Time will tell. What do you do?”“I’ve done some modeling and some odd jobs. Now, I’m working my way through college.”We chatted about those topics for a while. As we talked she started to open up, eventually sharing details about her upbringing.“I grew up in a very conservative family,” she explained, “And I always felt so…confined. Like, I just wanted to explore and live and experience everything I could.”I nodded. I could relate.“So, when I left home,” she continued, “I became…a little bit of a cumslut.”This caught me by surprise. I knew she had relaxed quite a bit since we started talking, but I didn’t expect her to be so forward. Not that I minded.“And how is that working out for you?” I asked.“I love it!” she exclaimed. “I feel so alive and…free. I can be who I really am now.”“In that case, I’m really happy for you!” I said, really meaning it.“Thanks. I’ve learned something about myself. I’m half white, half Asian,” she explained. Then she leaned in and said with a wink, “But I’m one hundred percent kinky.”I smiled and took a sip of what was left of my drink, processing what she was telling me.“What about you?” she asked.“Me? Oh, well…I love being with women as much as the next guy, but most of my encounters have been pretty…vanilla.”She snickered, “Sounds like you need to branch canlı bahis siteleri out a bit.”I smirked. “I agree with you. But it takes two, ya know?”She paused for a moment, apparently thinking something over. Finally, her lips curved and her eyes narrowed. She leaned toward me and laid a hand on my forearm.“I’ll tell you what,” she said just above a whisper. “I’m pretty good at reading people, and you seem like a good guy. Why don’t you put work off a little longer, come with me, and we’ll see what we can do about that?”I strained to keep my mouth from dropping open. Yeah, fuck work. No way was I turning her down.I narrowed my eyes to match her expression, leaned in, and whispered, “Lead the way.”***I paid for our drinks and called for an Uber. Her apartment was only about a ten-minute drive away, but our hands wouldn’t wait that long. Our driver was apparently oblivious to what was going on in the back seat. Zatianna started running her hand over my groin, making my cock instantly hard against the suit pants I wore. My fingers caressed her thigh and, ever so slowly, journeyed up her leg to tease her pussy through her panties.We enjoyed each other’s touch for the entire drive, neither of us saying a word. By the time we reached Zatianna’s apartment, her panties were damp at the front and my pre-cum soaked the waistband of my underwear.She lived on the first floor. When she unlocked it and we stepped in, she wasted no time. Sauntering over to the couch in her small living room, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head as she walked. She flung it away and I stood there, mesmerized by the bounce and jiggle of her plump asscheeks as she walked in her wedges. She spun around, sat down on the couch, and patted the seat next to her.I shook myself out of my daze and, trying not to run, took the seat next to her. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a burgundy thong that hugged her pussy mound. Her hips creased as she sat, and my mouth watered at her feminine thickness. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were perky and perfectly shaped. Her dark nipples demanded attention. A large flowery tattoo like the ones on her arm and leg stretched across her torso underneath her breasts, accenting them perfectly.When I sat on the couch she stood and then straddled me, placing her knees on either side of my legs. She grabbed my face with a hand, leaned in, and our lips locked in a passionate kiss. My hands went instantly to her juicy asscheeks, which jiggled as she started to grind her crotch into the bulge pushing up through my pants.She leaned back and unbuttoned my shirt, helping me to pull it off. She ran her fingers along my arms and chest and smiled. “I like it,” she approved.I cupped canlı bahis my hand around her breasts and squeezed as my fingers pinched her nipples. “Me too,” I agreed.She leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna suck your cock now.”A thrill shot through me as she dismounted me and kneeled on the carpet. I unbuckled my belt and lifted my hips to pull my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My erection sprang up and stood ready for her.She knew what she was doing. After taking my cock in her hand and licking around the head, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and made a point of slurping loudly as her head bobbed up and down. All the while she looked up at me, eyes pleading for affirmation. I ran my fingers through her hair approvingly.After a few minutes of this, she suctioned one last time and, with a “pop,” pulled her lips from my cock. Still stroking me with one hand, she said, “I have an idea.”“Anything you want,” I promised.She ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft, and then said, “I want you to use me.”“Oh?” I responded, wondering what that meant.“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to go into the bedroom and put on a blindfold. I want you to come in and do whatever you want with me.”“You’re sure?” I said hesitantly. I was a passionate lover but inexperienced in the kinkier side of bedroom antics.“I am,” she confirmed. “I want to try something new. And you need to open up more.” Her expression became serious as she said, “I’m trusting you to stop if I tell you to.”“I promise I will.” Then the thought hit me and I could’ve kicked myself. “Um…I forgot to grab a condom.”Zatianna didn’t miss a beat. Maintaining the serious look on her face, she cocked her head to the side and said, “Well, then you’ll just have to cum in one of my other holes.”She smiled again, licked my cock one more time, and stood up. “Give me thirty seconds.”I nodded and watched her ass wiggle and jiggle as she quickly walked back to her bedroom, leaving the door open a crack behind her. I took the opportunity to shed the rest of my clothes, counted to thirty, and followed her in.I entered to find her sitting on the edge of her bed blindfolded and wearing nothing else except the burgundy thong, the waistband of which disappeared into the thick cleavage her hips made as she sat. Her hands were folded in her lap and her mouth hung slightly open and she inhaled and exhaled deeply. Appreciating that this was new territory for both of us, I determined to take it slow at first. But I remained committed to the promise I made: to use her as I pleased.I walked over and stood in front of her, taking time to admire her pouty lips, her perky tits, and her juicy thighs. I reached a hand down to caress one of her tits, kneading her flesh and pinching her firm nipple. With my other, I grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and, slowly but firmly, pulled back until her face tilted up toward me. “Uhhh…” she breathed.