Bianca’s eyes were drawn to Max as soon as he walked into the nightclub. He was dressed in clothes that were completely unlike anything she had ever seen before in this kind of setting. His jacket, which was a deep shade of green, was something she could only describe as a uniform - although it didn’t belong to any organisation she was familiar with. Pinned to his jacket was a metal badge in the shape of a gold star. He had a quiet, confident air about him, and he was definitely well-built - strong and tall, with a slick jawline. He appeared to be walking into the club alone, and Bianca discreetly looked to her right and to her left to see if any other girls had their eye on him. But they were all too busy dancing or flirting with existing men.

He turned, and his eyes met hers. She felt embarrassed - she’d been staring - but she didn’t look away. She just looked back into his eyes with a look of intensity. She’d spent ages on her hair, make-up and outfit, and she wanted to see if he appreciated it. She wasn’t disappointed - as his eyes scanned her body, noticing her curves, her exposed cleavage, and her sexy Asian face, made up in an exotic way.

After a moment, Bianca looked down to sip her drink, and then up again to see what he might be doing. He had turned away, and Bianca felt a pang of disappointment that he hadn’t approached her immediately. But she was not one to let an opportunity slip away. She straightened her back, pushed aside her doubts, and made her way over to him. The music was so loud she had to lean in to ask him what he was doing here, dressed like that.

“This is just what I wear,” he said simply. “I could just as easily ask you why you’re not dressed like this. You have your reasons, and I have mine.”

“Wow, a mysterious one,” she giggled. “That’s just what I was looking for tonight.”

“And what, may I ask, were you looking for with such a mysterious man?” he enquired.

Bianca took a step back. “Whatever you desire,” she purred. “I noticed you checking out my body. I’m sure you have some ... ideas ... of your own about what you might imagine us doing together tonight?”

Max leaned closer, his voice a whisper above the thumping bass. “I do have some thoughts in my mind,” he admitted. “But first, I need to know if you can handle it. I need you to realise what you’d be getting yourself in for. And I thought that might be easier once we’d got to know each other a little.”

Their conversation grew as they found a quieter corner of the club, the lights dimming and strobing around them. Max spoke of his life, which was filled with adventure and secrets that he hinted at but never fully revealed. He was a man of the world, and his stories painted a picture of excitement and danger that thrilled her to the core. Bianca found herself drawn to him, not just by his good looks but by the mysterious allure that surrounded him. She took out her hand, and slowly caressed his chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt, as they engaged in a flirtatious dance of words.

He looked at her with a smoldering gaze, his eyes darkening with desire. “I’ve got a place not too far from here,” he suggested, his voice thick with intent. “We can talk more ... privately.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied. “I’m so ready for you.”

“Don’t get excited just yet. There are some things I need to tell you, to explain to you. But ... not here,” he insisted.

Bianca’s curiosity was piqued. “What could possibly be so secretive that you can’t tell me in a crowded club?” she questioned, her voice a seductive whisper in his ear.

“Patience, Bianca,” he said. “Let’s get to my place first. Then you can decide if you want to go through with this.”

They left the club together, the cool night air a stark contrast to the sweaty, crowded space they had just left. As they walked, Max remained silent, his eyes scanning the street as if searching for something, or someone. His hand was firm around hers, guiding her through the throngs of people to a sleek black car parked in a shadowy alleyway. The engine purred to life as he unlocked the door with a beep, and she slid into the leather seat, her heart racing.

As soon as the doors closed, she asked “Okay, now you’ve got me in private. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

He sighed. “Yes, okay, this is private enough. I need you to know that ... I’m not exactly from here. In fact, I’m just visiting for one day.”

“Oh, so you’re like a tourist?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Something like that,” he said mysteriously. “Anyway, I know what’s on both our minds. You want me to make love to you.”

Her eyes widened. “Well, yes,” she said, trying to keep her cool. “Is that a crime?”

“Not at all,” Max replied. “But you have to know that ... when I make love to someone ... things happen.”

“Things?” she asked. “What kind of things?”

“Crazy things,” he said simply. “Things which you wouldn’t believe were real. And they’re not real, in a sense. But also, they are. So you have to be careful.”

Bianca leaned closer, intrigued. “Tell me more,” she whispered.

“Let’s say we were engaged in a passionate moment and you saw everything around you change,” he explained. “How would you react? Would you continue with our ... encounter ... or would you be afraid, freaked out and try to escape?”

Bianca’s heart was racing now. She’d heard of kinks before, but this was on a whole new level. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. “I’ve seen some crazy things in my life,” she replied, her voice steady. “But I’ve never had a one-night stand that came with a warning label. What kind of ‘things’ are we talking about?”

“It varies from person to person. I can’t exactly tell you what you will see. But I can only promise you that, at the end of the night, things will return to how they were. And I want you to see it through to the end. Can you trust me?” he asked her.

Bianca’s mind raced, trying to comprehend what Max was hinting at. But the excitement in his eyes, the way his grip on her hand tightened slightly, made her feel alive. She’d always craved the thrill of the unknown, and this was definitely that. “I trust you,” she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

“Then you’re the girl I’ve been looking for tonight,” he said. “Let’s go.” And he started the car, driving ahead coolly.

“By the way,” Bianca added. “Your language is a bit unusual for someone who just picked me up from the club. You don’t need to talk about us ‘making love’ or ‘having an encounter’. You talk about we are going to fuck, screw, or bang. Or you’re going to drill me, or nail me. Or rail me.”

Max glanced over at her with a smirk. “I like your directness,” he said. “I didn’t realise my approach would bother you. I do know some more ... colorful language, but I’m not used to using it. But if it would turn you on...”

“It would,” Bianca said immediately. Then she felt embarrassed. “What I mean is ... I like when a hot guy talks dirty to me.”

Max’s smirk grew wider. “Understood,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “Let’s just say, then, that when I get you to my place, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

Bianca felt a thrill run through her body at his words. “Is that a promise?” she asked, her voice a mix of sass and arousal. “I need that. I like it rough, you see. I was hoping you’d be able to deliver.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” he said mysteriously. “How rough can you take it?”

“Mmm, why don’t you try me and see,” she said confidently. “I like guys who try to push my limits and taboos.”

Max’s eyes gleamed in the dark car. “We’ll see how much you can handle,” he said, his voice taking on a slightly darker tone. He turned a corner into a narrow driveway. The garage door of an unassuming house opened automatically. As the car slid inside, the door closed behind them, shrouding them in darkness.

Bianca’s heart was thumping in anticipation. The garage was spotless, the floor gleaming under the soft glow of an overhead light. Max led her through a side door into a hallway, his hand guiding her firmly. The house was surprisingly quiet, not at all what she’d expect from someone who talked so openly about pushing limits. She could feel the heat between them growing with every step.

The living room was modern and sparse, with leather couches and a large TV mounted on the wall. But it was the bedroom that drew her eyes, the king-sized bed in the center of the room, unmade, as if waiting for them. Max noticed her gaze and gave a knowing smile. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“If you’re as dominant as I hope you are, you’ll just take me without even caring if I’m ready,” she replied flirtatiously.

Max’s smile grew into a predatory grin. “Oh, I will,” he said, his grip on her hand tightening. He pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching as they stood in the doorway to the bedroom. The air around them grew electric with anticipation. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, “But first, I’m going to kiss you. Let’s explore our chemistry before we get into bed together.”

Bianca felt a shiver run down her spine as Max’s lips met hers. His kiss was demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth as if he was claiming her. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The world outside the house, the club, everything, faded away as they kissed. He tasted faintly of whiskey and something she couldn’t quite place - something exotic, something that made her want more. Bianca’s skin felt warm as she continued to passionately kiss him in a way which sent shivers down her spine.

They stumbled backward into the bedroom, Max’s hands moving down to her waist, his fingers tracing the line of her dress. She felt a thrill as he effortlessly lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing on top of her. The weight of his body on hers was surprisingly comforting, despite the unknowns that lay ahead.

She reached forward, and felt the shape of his dick through his trousers. It was around 9 inches - just as big as she liked it. “Mmmm”, she purred. “Don’t I get to suck this beautiful monster before you take me?”

“As you wish,” Max murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers off in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, standing tall and proud. “But remember,” he said, his voice a dark promise, “you asked for this.”

“Oh don’t you worry,” Bianca said, not quite understanding his meaning, “I’m not a girl who’s afraid to get on my knees. She did so, on the floor, while pushing him onto his back, his legs spilling over the side of the bed. She took a moment to admire his fully-hard cock. It was indeed beautiful, and she could tell it was going to be a hot night.

She breathed his aroma as her hands slid across his legs and chest. His meticulously-waxed balls were begging to be licked too, and she almost didn’t know where to start. But she did know she was going to take her sweet time. She looked up at him, his eyes were half closed, his face a picture of anticipation.

“Just one suggestion,” he said. “You can keep your eyes closed when you start to ... perform. It may help with your disorientation.”

“Oh you like that, do you?” Bianca said, surprised. “Most guys want me to look directly into their eyes when I start to taste their lollipop for the first time. But I’m here to serve.”

“I love eye contact too,” Max stated. “But just trust me on this. You’re going to need to focus on the task at hand.” He leaned back, watching as she positioned herself between his legs.

Bianca smirked, feeling his cock pulse against her. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently before her mouth descended, closing her eyes at the last minute. The taste was delicious, a mix of salt and meat. She moaned, feeling the vibrations of his groan echo in her mouth. The texture was silky, his size filling her mouth completely. She worked him with passion, her tongue swirling around his head and sliding down his shaft. Her head bobbed up and down slowly as she eased herself into the blowjob, dying to open her eyes and see how much pleasure she was giving him.

Finally, she couldn’t bear it. Her eyes snapped open, and she was so startled by what she saw that her mouth popped off his cock with a loud squelch. The room they’d been in was gone, replaced by a green, sunny meadow and rolling hills. She was still on her knees, but on soft grass, and Max was standing above her, naked and looking just as gorgeous as ever.

“Where the fuck are we?” she asked him.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” he replied. “But don’t worry, there’s nobody around to see us. This kind of thing is ... not exactly uncommon for me.”

Bianca looked around, her eyes wide. “What the actual fuck?”

Max’s expression was a mix of amusement and lust. “Welcome to my world,” he said. “I told you things get weird. Now are you going to keep sucking my cock?”

Bianca stared up at him, her mind racing. This was definitely not what she’d signed up for. But the thrill of the unexpected, the sheer craziness of the situation, only made her wetter. She leaned in again, taking him back into her mouth. The taste of him didn’t change with the scenery, thankfully. She could still feel the soft grass under her knees, the cool breeze on her bare shoulders. As she bobbed her head up and down, Max’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her. The meadow was beautiful, but the view of his abs rippling with every breath was even more mesmerizing.

“How’s my blowjob skill, anyway?” she asked him, taking him out of her mouth for a moment.

“You’re one of the best cocksuckers I’ve ever seen,” he said, and she could tell he was genuine. “You’re really talented at your ... craft.”

The praise made her feel powerful. She took him back into her mouth, feeling his hands tighten in her hair. The meadow was so real, so vivid, it was hard to remember that moments ago, they’d been in a dimly lit bedroom. But the sensations were undeniable: the grass under her knees, the smell of fresh earth, the heat of Max’s cock in her mouth.

She started practicing some of her more advanced blowjob techniques, swivelling her head, adjusting her speed, and making noises like she was enjoying a delicious meal. She looked up at Max and he seemed to be in heaven, absolutely loving her blowjob performance.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to cum,” he said. “Assuming you’re okay with that, do you want it in your mouth or on your face?”

“What’s going to motivate you to treat me more rough for ‘round two’?” she replied naughtily.

“On your face, then,” he said. “Let’s see how long you can keep that sticky mess on your skin for.”

“I can assure you, I can hold it there for a very long time,” she confirmed. “If that turns you on, then make sure you pull out before you have your orgasm, so you can paint my face properly.”

Max’s eyes darkened with lust. “Alright, you little minx, you’ve got a deal.”

“Little minx?” repeated Bianca, clearly unimpressed. “Is that the roughest words you’ve got to describe a girl who you’ve only known for an hour or two and she’s now on her knees sucking your dick?” As if to prove herself, she started sucking even more passionately.

Max chuckled, his hand tightening in her hair. “You want me to get dirty?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Fine. You’re going to take every strand of my cum onto your face like a good little slut.”

Bianca’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I like it when you talk dirty,” she murmured around his cock. “Keep it coming.”

“You’re going to regret asking for that,” he said, his voice gruff with pleasure. He watched her for a moment, savoring the sight of her eager mouth working him, then his hand tightened in her hair and he began to thrust, setting a fast, punishing rhythm that she eagerly matched.

“I’m ready...” he said, pulling out of her mouth and aiming at her face. She leaned back, her eyes wide and expectant, her mouth open slightly to catch any stray drops, and her eyes closed to avoid any “accidents”.

With a groan that was part pleasure, part relief, Max came, his semen spurting out in thick ropes that arced through the air and splattered onto her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. She felt the heat of it, and the stickiness as it began to run down her face. She kept her eyes on him, watching his expression of pure ecstasy as he emptied himself onto her.

When he was finished, she opened her eyes, and was startled again that they were now in a vast, flat desert, with a pyramid visible on the horizon. She could still feel the sticky cum load on her face, a reminder of what they’d just experienced in the meadow, and she was sure that her make-up was ruined, but she didn’t care. She licked her lips, tasting him, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I guess that’s one way to get into character,” she said, her voice still husky with desire.

Max was standing now, his cock still semi-hard. He reached down to help her up. “Ready for more?” he asked, his voice still gruff.

Bianca didn’t reply. She’d already told him about asking her if she was ready. Instead, she got down on her hands and knees, her buttocks partly visible to him under her skirt as she positioned herself in the “face down, ass up” position. “You can pull my thong to the side,” she instructed him, her voice thick with lust and her intentions clear.

Max’s eyes widened. He’d never had a woman so eager for his cock before. He stepped closer, his own passion building as he took in the sight of her. He reached down and slid her thong to the side, revealing her wet cooch. He could see she was already slick with anticipation.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and she shivered at the sound of his voice. He positioned himself behind her, his cock at her entrance. He took a deep breath, and with one firm thrust, he entered her.

The world shifted again. Now they were in a dingy, dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The bed creaked beneath them, the springs protesting every movement. But she didn’t care about the surroundings anymore. All she cared about was the feeling of Max inside her, filling her completely. He was rough, just as he’d promised, his hips slamming into hers as he fucked her with a primal need that she’d never felt from anyone else.

“Take it, bitch,” he demanded, and her pussy only got wetter as he roughly pounded into her cunt. The surroundings changed again, so they were now back in the desert, but the pyramid on the horizon was disintegrating and falling apart.

Bianca gripped the sand, her knuckles white, as she took him in. “Oh my word, yes,” she moaned. “Harder! Destroy my tight pussy!”

Max’s hand reached around to pinch her clit, making her squeal and buck back into him. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his teeth gritted as he held back from cumming too quickly.

“Do you care if I like it?” she snapped back. “Pin me into the sand and fuck the shit out of me!”

He did so, using his body weight to keep her in place as he picked up the pace. The sand was cool and gritty under her hands, and she could feel it sticking to her sweaty skin, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the feel of Max inside her, stretching her, filling her with every brutal thrust. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her, and she knew it was going to be a big one.

The pyramid on the horizon was a pile of dust, and a tsunami of water raged there instead, threatening to rush towards them and swallow them up, but Bianca didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to cum, and cum hard. She felt his thumb press harder on her clit, and she could feel her body tensing, getting closer to that sweet release.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed. “Make me cum, you fucking animal!”

Max’s strokes grew more intense, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed himself deeper into her. Her words spurred him on, and he could feel the heat of her desire matching his own. As she let out a series of high-pitched moans which indicated that she was about to reach climax, the tsunami waters rushed towards them. As they hit, Bianca reached her peak. Her orgasm washed over her - much like a wave - and she screamed out in pleasure.

But as she came down from her high, she realized that she was indeed being washed away by the rushing waters. “What the fuck!” she yelled, trying to push herself up. But Max held her firmly in place, his cock still deep inside her, his strokes unyielding even as the water surged around them. She struggled to breathe as she was pulled under the surface repeatedly by the raging waves. She’d had sex underwater before, but this wasn’t like that - it was like their genitalia were completely dry, while the rest of their bodies were soaking wet. Moreover, the cum stuck to her face wasn’t washed off even a little bit.

“Save me,” she pleaded with him.

“Let’s try switching positions,” he suggested. They moved into the missionary position, and Bianca looked deep into Max’s eyes as he resumed fucking her. They were so lost in the intense passion of the moment that at first they didn’t notice the world around them continued to shift and change, the waves giving way to a lush, tropical jungle. The sound of rain pattered against the leaves above, mixing with their harsh breathing and the slap of skin on skin.

The rain grew heavier, and the smell of the damp earth filled the air as Max’s thrusts grew more urgent. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“You’re such a good fuck,” she moaned. “Just plough me like a cheap whore. I’m so ready for your load.”

Max’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned down to kiss her again. The rain grew heavier, and the sound of it drowned out their moans. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the tightness of her pussy and the wetness from their earlier encounter making it almost too much to handle. He picked up his pace, driving into her as if he wanted to reach the core of her soul.

Bianca’s nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons of pain that only added to his pleasure. She could feel his cock swell inside her, and she knew he was close. “Cum in me,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you fill me up.” He looked at her intense expression, her wet hair, and her cum-covered face, and he just couldn’t keep control.