"You've been alone for a long time, Bette. You don't have to be tonight. If you want, you can stay the night in my apartment," Mike told her softly.
Bette hesitated, but her exhaustion and the pressure on her mind were overwhelming. She gave into temptation.
"I... I'd like that," she whispered.
Mike stood and walked to Bette and offered his hand. She accepted and followed Mike back to his apartment. Mike grinned, and he opened the door.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
Bette slowly entered his apartment and looked around. It felt warm but also quite lonely. She allowed herself to relax. They settled on his couch, and Bette noticed Mike's eyes lingering on her. His eyes seemed to portray guilt, but she wasn't sure why.
Their conservation was sparse. An hour had slipped by, and Bette found the courage to tell Mike something.
"You've been so kind to me, Mike, for nothing in return. I want to do something for you. To repay your kindness," Bette told him.
"You don't need to do anything."
"I know. I want to."
"Ok. I'll accept your gift."
"All you need to do is open up your mind. Just a little will be enough," Bette continued.
"Alright. I trust you," Mike replied and closed his eyes.
Bette's form seemed to transform into a cloud before rushing towards Mike and entering his being. Mike opened his eyes, and his apartment was replaced with a view like no other. It was like he was walking in space, stars glowing all around him and as soft as a coat of fur. He looked up to see what looked like a black hole. Instead of feeling scared, he felt strangely calm. It was beautiful.
Mike looked behind him and saw Bette, standing and looking towards the ground, flustered. Mike looked at her, curious yet confused. Bette walked over to him and looked into his eyes.
"Give me your hand."
Mike offered her his hand, and Bette reached out and grasped it, her fingers sliding over his skin. Mike felt a rush of tranquillity. It was the calmest he had felt in a long time. For once he could imagine a peaceful sleep and not the planning.
He surrendered to her touch. The contact felt electric, like a static shock but weirdly nice. Mike felt an overwhelming amount of emotions, none of them negative.
Bette caressed his face. "This is my gift to you," she told him.
Bette reached down and unfastened his pants. Mike watched, transfixed. Any thoughts about keeping things professional seemed to drown in the mass of emotions that surged through him. His cock jumped out. Bette slid her fingers over his shaft, her touch cold and alien-like.
Her fingers then wrapped around Mike's shaft, and she started to stroke in a steady tempo. Mike's breath came in ragged gasps. The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt. Everything about him was more sensitive to her touch. She slid her palm up and down his shaft, squeezing the head just right to make him moan. She watched his face as he sped up the tempo until he started to slightly shake.
Bette clicked her fingers, revealing her pale and firm breasts. She looked down and spat between them, smearing her saliva all over her tits. She pressed them together, trapping Mike's cock between her cleavage. She slid them back and forth, the friction of her soft breasts driving him wild. She looked up towards Mike as she squeezed her breasts tighter, sliding them deep into her chest. Her pale skin flushed slightly pink from the heat as she moved her body in a grinding motion, her spit making his shaft slide effortlessly.
Bette then sank to her knees. She opened her mouth wide and sealed her lips tight around the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the rim before sliding her throat over the rest of his shaft. She sucked, the sound of wet slurping the only thing they could hear besides Mike's small moans. Bette released his cock from her mouth and instead started to suckle his balls as her hand gripped tight around his cock and moved fast. She then placed his cock back into her mouth, this time plunging as deep as she could. Mike grabbed her black hair and thrust it into her mouth. He couldn't control himself anymore.
Mike flipped Bette over, pushing her onto all fours. He slammed his cock into her pussy from behind with heavy and rhythmic thuds. He gripped her hips, pulling her back against him as he continued to hammer away, the sound of skin slapping echoing across this dream realm. Bette screamed with pleasure as she arched her back, letting Mike fill her pussy. Mike took hold of her arms, pressing them against her back as he pushed her down, his fingers digging into her pale skin, and he continued to fuck her. Bette let out a sharp moan, her violet eyes slightly glowing as Mike pounded into her.
Then, Bette took control. With a wave of her hand, Mike was slowly pushed away and forced to lie against the ground. She climbed on top of him, her back turned to Mike as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock before she started to bounce. She rode him with a frantic energy, her black hair whipping around her as she slammed her ass down again and again. Bette let Mike's cock fall out of her pussy as her body started to spasm, a powerful gush of fluid erupting from her vagina, squirting across the floor and her thighs.
Mike then turned her towards him and pulled her to sit between his legs, Bette's legs just short of wrapping around him. Mike gripped her hips and started to thrust upwards, his cock sliding deep into her now drenched pussy, the angle allowing him to hit her G-spot with every stroke of his cock with the wet sounds of their heat becoming louder and louder.
Bette sat upright, transitioning to cowgirl while she stared into his eyes as she grounded her pussy. She moved in circular motions, squeezing him tight as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. She rose and squirted again. A torrent of fluid spraying Mike's face and chest. Mike placed his hands on her hips and started to thrust upwards, hammering into her. Bette let out a powerful moan as she threw her head back, her body still shaking.
Mike felt the pressure building to an unbearable point as, with one final thrust, he plunged deep into her pussy and groaned as he came, his warm cum filling Bette's pussy with thick bursts. The two collapsed in a heap of sweat.
Mike tried to stay awake but found himself closing his eyes and unable to open them again. When he woke up, he was back in his apartment, the sun glaring through his window blinds. His clothes were damp, and he definitely felt strange around his groin area. He looked around his apartment as he saw that Bette was gone.
A look of guilt filled his eyes.