Thursday night at the Club

[sapphica]

The sways to the music, slowly at first, her arms crossed before her chest, her hands placed with fingers pointed upwards on her collarbones. She turns deftly on her heels with practiced ease until her back is against the brass pole in the middle of the stage. Without skipping a beat, she raises her arms, arching back to grasp the smooth surface of the pole above her hear. A leg slides up with bended knee as she arches even further towards the audience beyond the lights, undulating to the music.

She could see them. The crowd is thin tonight. A woman in her thirties close to the stage by the tipping rail - A dyke if she's ever seen one. In the back, a trio of girls are giggling. Do they card anymore?. There is a business woman sipping her drink at a table all by herself. And then a few others further out, talking, laughing, drinking - watching her, watching how her body undulates erotically to the music.

Another Thursday night at the lesbian club.

 

[GamerEmpire]

(OCC: Is the staff male)

 

[badbabysitter]

(OCC: Is the staff male)

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[LaneIA]

I dropped another round of drinks at the giggling table of college girls. Obviously a girl’s night out that included a quick stop here. I’ve been working here for two weeks now and I was starting to get the feel for who was here to see the show, who wanted to look for someone to hook up with and those just here for curiosities sake. These three were definitely here to have something to go back to the dorms and talk about. Most of the regulars ignored them, realizing that there was nothing to be gained from approaching them.

I punched in my next order on the order screen and took a moment to adjust my “uniform”. The owner must have a thing for the whole “dyke” look. The cocktail waitresses wore black leather. From the mini-skirt to the cap sitting atop my dark brown hair, I was a walking PETA target. The leather vest barely covered my ample breasts and the high heels made me feel 6 feet tall. Damn, I was almost 6’ with these 5-inch spikes. I would be looking forward to slipping them off after my shift.

I had felt so self-conscious the first day I started work here. A friend had recommended this place. “You can’t beat the tips”, she said. When I replied that I wasn’t a lesbian, she laughed. “It doesn’t really matter, as long as you’re a good server and are open to new experiences”. I assumed she meant new as in a new work environment. I should have realized that she meant something entirely different. My third shift I had a customer run her hand up my skirt all the way to my panties. The next day, another pulled me into her lap and squeezed my tits. I would have quit right there and then, but I was here for the money. At least that’s what I tried to keep telling myself. I watched the dancer on stage and found myself getting slightly wet.


(ooc-this looks like fun, let me know if I screw up!)
LaneIA

 

[scribe_m]

Angela rubbed her temples. She was embarrassed that her "friends" Jacqueline and Simone invited her here. *They* were whooping it up, and making remarks what sort of awful, nasty things they would do with some of the women here -- especially the dancer. Oh, sure, these nasty things were also "fun", but all they did was make Angela hope she wouldn't be noticed. She glanced at the dancer. Hmph. What if she came over here and showed her "friends" what a "real" woman was like? Angela noticed the waitress -- and her outfit -- and sighed. Well, parched is parched, and Angela semi-listlessly waved the waitress down, browsing through her mind what she'd have to drink.


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[LaneIA]

Only four more hours until the end of my shift. Thank goodness the club wasn’t an after hours type club. Last call would be at 1:45 and I should be out by 2:30. I was so preoccupied I almost over looked the young woman signaling for a drink.

I made my way over to her table. Her companions were obviously having a good time making comments concerning what they would like to do with some of the other customers.

“What can I get you?” I looked at her, my eyes making their way across her shapely body before making eye contact.

 

[scribe_m]

“What can I get you?” I looked at her, my eyes making their way across her shapely body before making eye contact.

Err... aspirin, I thought to myself. Good lord. Was she checking me out? I hid myself in my seat, not that that was possible. Certainly, I wore my strapless red dress. It matched my the bold red lipstick, and complimented my red hair. But I only dressed that way tonight because...

"Hey! Do you give a lap dance? Maybe you can give one to my buddy," said Simone, waving two twenty-dollar bills and pointing at me. I knitted my brow. Simone, I'm going to kill you....

Okay. Alright. I'm not a wuss. Relax, relax. If this woman in front of me (and, hell, she *did* look good) gave a lap dance, I was going to enjoy it. Screw you, Simone. I'm going to enjoy it, I'm going to enjoy her, and, if she lets me, she'll enjoy *me*. You're not going to play with my mind tonight, Simone. Looking at the waitress again, I said with my best smile, "Whatever's good." What was I worrying about? Maybe she'd say she didn't give lap dances. Whatever's good.

OOC: Yeah, yeah. Give her the lap dance.


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[LaneIA]

During the first day orientation my boss had ran over the rules at the club. As long as you keep your clothes on a girl is free to do whatever she likes for the customer for money during working hours. Gotta keep your cloths on though, if the cops were to stop in we could loose our liqueur license. That’s why our dancers can only get down to a g-string and pasties covering their nipples. Of course those don’t cover a whole lot, so the gals still get a pretty good view of the old moneymakers.

I looked at the $40 dollars being waved about. Damn that would be a nice addition to my tips. I had never been asked to give a lap dance, although I had done impromptu ones for an ex-boyfriend who really got off on me pretending to be a whore for him. How hard could it be? Of course the person wanting a dance wasn’t a guy, but except for the penis what could be the big difference. Right? Ok, revise that, but I thought I was up for the task.

I smiled sweetly and reached out for the bills. “It would be my pleasure.” The friend handed over the money and told “Angela” to enjoy it. I tucked the money in my vest pocket with the other tips. I sat my cocktail tray down on the table and took a deep breath.


(ooc-lol, never given a lap dance professionally...so hang on. If I mess up to bad you can always punish me for being bad! )

 

[scribe_m]

I bit my lower lip. Oh, shit, she was going to do it. I hoped the dark lights hid my arousal -- my breasts filled the top of my dress quite well as it was. I watched her tuck the bills and... Hey! Simone was handing her my business card! I gave half a glare at Simone, and she smiled like cat back at me. Then I turned back at my -- our -- waitress and -- oh my god -- WAS she wearing anything underneath that vest? Her tits pressed against them, and I could see some real *nice* cleavage. I tried looking at her mini-skirt -- oh, jeez, I was looking at her skirt as well??? I looked up, at her eyes. I gave her a smile, half anticipation, half nervousness...

OOC: Nah, only Simone and Jacqueline will punish you if you're bad, lol. Maybe we can start another thread for that, lol.


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[Black Thunder]

You guys mind if i join?

 

[LaneIA]

I smiled at my customer again, Angela they called her. “I’m not sure if you know the rules, but they’re pretty simple. You can look but you can’t touch. I however can touch you wherever I want. Are you fine with that?” I saw her nod, she looked hesitant. Great, that made two of us.

I cocked my head and listened to the music playing for a moment. I needed to catch the rhythm. I moved so that I was between Angela’s spread legs. I pulled my hat off and let my dark brown hair cascade down my back. I shook it out and ran my fingers through it, raising my arms and letting the hair flow down them. I crossed them and ran one hand down the arm that was still extended. At my breast I slid my hand along the swells, caressing myself though the leather. Lowering the other arm, I ran both hands across my upper body. I allowed my hands to stroke and touch myself as if they were the hands of my lover. I bent over and stroked my right leg, trailing my fingers from my ankle to my skirt hem. Back down and I gave the same treatment to my other leg. I turned so my ass was facing Angela. Again I bent over and teased my legs, as I reached my skirt hem I let my hands move to my ass. I squeezed my checks together and then moved my hands back to my tits. Luckily for me the leather vest hid my rock hard nipples, I could feel them poking into the rough lining of my vest.

I moved closer to Angela. Her head was level with my tits as I squeezed and manipulated them. I reached out and stroked her face gently. I felt her tremble lightly at my touch. I let my hands run down the length of her sides and push her legs together lightly. I pulled my skirt up slightly and straddled her legs. With my hands on her shoulders I stole a look into her eyes, looking for her reaction.

 

[scribe_m]

My heart gasped as she writhed. My hands gripped the sides of the chair, my knuckles growing white as my pulse quickened. Yes, I was being turned on! I could hear Simone and Jacqueline hooting and hollering, but either my world was now but me and this woman, or they were becoming interested, too. Her hair cascaded, almost touching my face, and then she stood back, running her fingers through it. I could see her breasts were a little more swollen (oh god, how did I know that??) then she touched and fondled her butt. Oh my god! Her butt! I guess I'm not a butt woman myself (butt woman??) and I recovered a bit, only for her to turn and show me her luscious tits, wavering and cradled by her luscious leater vest. Had it not been so hot (and smokey) in here, I swear I would be drooling...

My own tits were becoming nice and hard. I hoped she wouldn't notice my arousal. Yeah, and in April, I'm the Easter bunny. I bit my lower lip, looking down at her ample cleavage, then looked up, her eyes locked into mine, knowing *exactly* what I was thinking about. Jeezus, how can men stand to look at these things and *not* touch? Thank god I had two of my own. I didn't *think* I needed two more...

And then she touched me. Oh, god. Mmmmm... I trembled a bit, nervousness I swear, and felt her hands press against my sides. Yes, I was aroused, and refused to acknowledge that ache one has between their legs. She straddled me oh my god and looked down at me, oh yeah, like she *needed* to know what I was thinking. Just TAKE me woman, before I rub my clitty with my legs and fucking cum and orgasm right in front of you... I shut the thought out of my head, and looked up at her, a weak wanting smile and a trembling jawline...


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[LaneIA]

As I straddled her legs I looked into her eyes. I could see the lust welling up in her eyes. I thought I could feel the heat rising from between her legs. Of course I couldn’t tell where her heat and mine left off. She wanted this, she wanted my body on hers and I found that I wanted it also.

I bumped my hips forward, pushing my panty/shirt clad pussy towards her. I could touch her and she couldn’t touch me. The power it gave me was heady. I found myself feeling like I had been unleashed. I was the one in control of this.

I leaned forward and pressed my leather-clad tits into her. She had beautiful full tits. I found myself staring, thinking about what they would look like naked. What would I do with them? Suck the nipples until they were hard and pointy? Squeeze and roll them, making her moan and cry out my name? I rubbed them against hers. Wanting nothing more than to have nothing between us.

My head dipped forward and my tongue slipped between my lips and found her neck. I licked from behind her ear down to her collarbone. I could see the goose bumps left behind in my wake. I moved back to her ear and sucked on the lobe, my hands tracing along her sides again.

I could feel the desire coursing through her body. She could deny it to herself or to her friends, but I knew she wanted more than this dance would accomplish. I slide further forward. Reaching back and bending my body backwards, I let my fingers run along her hosiery-clad legs, following it upward, towards the core of her womanhood. I stopped as I reached her thighs. Knowing that I shouldn’t go higher, I let my fingers linger along the warmth of her inner legs. I brought myself back to an upright position, my pussy crushing forward. I wanted to touch it, hell; I wanted her to touch it.

I picked up her left hand and brought her fingers to my mouth. I placed first one digit and then another into my warm mouth. Licking and sucking them. Savoring the taste. Finishing the last finger, I placed her hand on my breast and moved to the other hand.

I suddenly remembered that dancers could go down to there g-string and pasties. I stood up and slowly unzipped my skirt.


(ooc-goodness, does no one else want to play at this club? Must be losing money if we don't have more customers! )

 

[scribe_m]

Oh... nice.... She first faced me, pussy forward. My eyes couldn't decide whether to peek at what she wore underneath, or her eyes that *knew* what I was thinking. She then leaned forward, pressing her breasts into mine. Did it count as touching the dancer if all I did was close my eyes and lean back, and just happen to press myself into her? Oh... mmm... As she rubbed herself against me, I, in my strapless red dress, would occasionally feel her leather vest against my bare naked chest. I was surpised that I never had even a lover do this to me. Oh, I wish I was wearing nothing... She leaned forward even closer. I imagined her breath touching my neck then... OH she actually *touched* me with her tongue. Oh... were the dancers allowed to do this?? I opened my eyes in shock, then quickly melted into a purr as this sexy woman licked me... my earlobe... touched me... mmm... Oh now she's touching my legs. I spread them a little further for her access. Yess... oh yes please touch me there... a little higher... do you know I'm getting wet... a little higher... damn... please... god I feel so hot... Um? Now she's touching my hand... lifting it... oh god I want to touch those breasts of hers. Mmm... that feels good... your lips and mouth sucking my fingers. I wish you were sucking me... this is so wonderful... oh yes, your breast feels *so* good in my hand... I'm touching your breast??? Ohhh...

Then I watch her. She was unzipping her skirt. I was getting *so* wet...


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[LaneIA]

I finished unzipping my skirt and pushed it past my hips. I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. My black thong panties certainly didn’t cover much. The small patch of black silk that sat atop my shaved pussy contained less material than a Barbie dress and the strip that ran up my backside was little more than a string. I could feel the moisture gathering between my lips threatening to escape as I returned to straddle Angela’s lap.

I watched her chest hitch slightly as I pressed my sex against her body again. The amount of cleavage showing from her red dress was incredible. I sat momentarily mesmerized by the rise and fall of those luscious tits. I could no longer contain my fascination. I had to touch them. I reached forward and lightly cupped them. The crisp fabric felt cool beneath my hands camouflaging the heat radiating from the skin below. My thumbs traced the bumps that were her nipples. The sharp intake of breath made me look up. I could see the lust in her eyes. I leaned forward and licked the tops of her breasts. Each breath caused her creamy globes to rise further up; they threatened to spill out of her dress.

I reluctantly moved from her breasts, but the idea of something “bigger” kept me motivated. I rose up slightly and slithered my body against hers. My leather-clad tits pressed against her face. I would have slipped it off except for the fact that I had nothing on underneath, and I needed my job.

I stood again and placed my foot on the side of her chair. This brought my pussy so close to her. Then I realized, the song had ended.

(ooc-of course this isn't over! )

 

[scribe_m]

Oh, god, I was *loving* it! The waitress looked *so* fine in leather. I enjoy leather myself, but reserve it for private, only for show. Tonight I was in my simple sexy cocktail dress, black as night, matching my hair. Oh, excuse me. My name is Simone and I enjoy tormenting my friends. I dragged Angela out here (I mean, she *did* know what she was getting into, don't let them pretend otherwise), and this night quite exceeded my expectations. Mmm... so they let the lap dancers touch patrons *this* way? Oh, how wonderfully nice.

Sigh. The music stopped. Of course, while my friend was entranced by that well-bosomed creature, it was evident that I needed more -- she needed more -- than what a meager lap dance would give her. Angela was positively *squirming* in that seat of hers, and I needed her to do more than that. I wanted her to cum, cum in public, uncontrollably in front of me, Jacqueline, and a roomful of horny strangers. So while my dear friend was losing herself (and her tits) to the welcome stranger, I made arrangements.

"And now, ladies and ladies, our own special guest, Angela, and our newest dancer, Lane, will perform on stage." The feminine voice from the club rang so pretty in my ears. A spotlight shown on our duo. Isn't it nice, what a few fifty dollar bills will do? "Let's welcome them to the Club as they perform for us on stage." I smiled at the two, as the music started again.

OOC: Mmm... better not be, lol.


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[LaneIA]

Still reeling from the heady feeling of the lap dance I had just completed, I was unsure if I had heard correctly. "And now, ladies and ladies, our own special guest, Angela, and our newest dancer, Lane, will perform on stage."

On stage! My God! I’ve never been on stage. Everyone would be watching me. I looked over at Angela, she too looked shell-shocked. I could also see that her breathing was still somewhat ragged, the glazed look of lust still shrouding her eyes. My pussy was so wet and I wanted release. I wanted Angela. I needed her.

Suddenly I realized what a wonderful opportunity I was being given. If we were being allowed on stage together, the rules about touching would be non-existent. There would be a few other rules to work around, but I could deal with it.

I reached out and grabbed Angela’s hand, pulling her to her feet and leading her to the stage. I smiled, how appropriate, the song was “Devil with the Red Dance On”. We crossed to the stage and ascended the stairs. At the top the announcer who was also the assistant manager of the club met us. Looking at Angela, she smiled, “Girl, you must have some really good friends out there. It’s almost closing time, so we’re locking the doors a little early. That means you’re not bound to any of the laws, so the sky’s the limit. Have fun.”
Without thinking I lead Angela to the center of the stage and placed her back against the brass pole. I raised her arms above her head and pinned them to the pole with one of my hands. The other gently caressed her face as I bent to kiss her lips. These plump red lips had been beckoning me since I had started her lap dance and I meant to enjoy them. In my heels I was probably only an inch or so taller than her, Angela’s own heels adding several inches to her height. I captured her lips with mine and our tongues began a dance of their own as we kissed. The feel of her tongue, a girls tongue, renewed the desire spreading through my body. The thought of being with a girl for the first time and doing it in front of others kicked my inner-exhibitionist into overdrive.

I broke the kiss, Angela pressing forward, not wanting to loose the contact with my hot mouth. “Keep your arms up”, I whispered huskily into her ear. I slide around behind her, the pole between us. I wrapped my arms around her and let my hands cup her breasts. My thumbs rubbed the hard nipples beneath the silky material. I squeezed and caressed, enjoying the small moans I could hear over the pounding music. I could feel the rhythm coursing through my own body. The bass beat making my pussy vibrate.

I released her breasts and let my hands trace their way up the length of her arms. I felt the goose bumps again form with my light touch. I slowly followed my trail back down and moved my hands to the back of her dress. Finding the zipper, I slowly lowered it.

 

[scribe_m]

Bedazzled, I couldn't believe my ears. I covered my mouth, dumbfoundedly and should have protested. But there she was, the woman who enraptured me, leading me by the hand to the stage. Her skirt had already fallen to the floor, oh god, what would she do to me?

We weren't bound by the laws. That meant... that meant... oh my. I smiled behind hand, as my heart leapt to my mouth. Before I knew it, my back was to the pole, and my captor "held" me to it, kissing me, my lips and body again melting. The lights were hot, I was sweaty and... oh god... it felt *so* good to feel her tongue dancing with mine, in the slutty music. As I recovered from her kiss, I felt her hands again, feeling up my body, then touching my nipples through my dress. Thank god we weren't bound by laws, I smiled, moaning under the music to her touch. I was on display for all to see, and I didn't give a fucking damn. I just wanted this woman to touch me, fuck me, and bring me to orgasm, again and again.

Mmmm... her hands travelled up and down my arms... to my back... oh god, she was undressing me in front of every woman here. I knew Jacqueline and Simone were enjoying this... but even moreso was I. I just *had* to lower my hands and cup my breasts, preventing the audience from seeing it, as my dress fell to the floor. I then turned around then pressed the back of my lover's head into one of my breasts. I surely wanted to feel her lips, her mouth, touching them, sucking them. Hoots and hollers came from the audience. My pussy was soaking wet, and I ground my red boyshirt panties into the pole, rubbing all my pussy juices on it. My leg wrapped around my lover's legs for support. God, I wanted her lips there too, sucking my slit, flicking her toungue against my clitty. I moaned again, feeling her mouth sucking my tit, as my pussy juices smeared up and down that hard cold pole.


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[LaneIA]

The dress dropped to the floor as Angela turned towards me. Her hands reached for my head as she pulled my face into her luscious tits. As my mouth began to devour her flesh like a hungry person set before a buffet. My hand squeezed her left tit as my lips and tongue worked on her right. I pressed the globes together and switched my mouth to the other nipple. My teeth lightly tugged at the pink flesh, stretching it and teasing it to its fullest extension. My tongue danced around the areola, delighting in it pebbling up under my touch.

As I suckled at her tits, I felt Angela moving herself along the brass pole. Her leg wrapped around me as she leaned back and ground her pussy into the pole. I was fascinated by the look of pure sexual hunger upon her face. I knew that she wanted me to help her feed that hunger. I reached down with my hand and placed it between the pole and her pussy. Through her red panties I could feel her heat and wetness. It made me even hotter to know that I was the cause of her wetness.

I moved around the pole so that my back was to the audience. My tits still encased in black rubbed against her back as I spun her around to face the audience. Applause from the audience reminded me that we were not alone. My hands went to her hips and my fingers hooked into the elastic. I went down onto my knees and pushed my face into her soaking panty crotch. I could smell her desire and it fueled my own wanton craving.

I pulled the red panties over her ass and helped her step out of them. She now stood totally naked in front of the remaining crowd and me. The lights of the stage made it difficult to see the audience, however I could here her friends laughing and shouting out suggestions. I ran a finger along the crack formed by her pussy lips. My touch seemed to create an electric charge that ran through both of us. I lightly spread the lips and reached out with my tongue. Longing to taste what I had only ever dreamt of. Licking the creamy nectar of another woman.

 

[scribe_m]

I moaned and groaned to my new lover's mouth. Mmmm... ohhh... Was what she was doing to my tits what the dancers *really* did on stage? I arched back, my hair cascaded behind me, god knows what I used to keep me from falling backwards. I was in ecstacy, damn if everyone was watching. As the woman loving me -- I didn't even know her name! -- sucked my tits, I pressed them together with her, allowing her to suckle both my nipples at the same time.

As I ground my snatch into the cold pole, I felt a warm hand on top of my panties. Oh, yes, fuck me with your fingers... She spun me around again, and my pussy ached for her to touch me. She took off my panties, then lowered herself to my snatch. My pussy was aching for her lips. Who gave a damn if everyone watched. I leaned back against the pole and spread my legs wide. I was soon moaning again to her lovely lips, teasing my folds, sucking my clitty. I held the back of her head into my sex, feeling her tongue enter me. Her fingers played with me too, as I rubbed my ass against the pole, and ground myself into her face.


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[LaneIA]

My tongue hesitantly made contact with the fleshy pink knob that quivered slightly between her sweet vaginal lips. The moment I touched it, I could feel and hear the deep moan that went through Angela’s body. I swirled around and around, much like licking an ice cream cone. Like ice cream, she seemed to melt as continued to lick at her clit. Angela sagged slightly against the pole as my tongue traced the length of her pussy. I opened her lips wider and let my tongue poke against her hot, wet opening. Seeing it slick with my saliva and her juice, I let one finger slide in. Immediately the walls of her pussy clenched onto my finger. One finger was joined by another and I began to slowly fuck her pussy while I licked her clit. Angela’s fingers wound their way through my hair as she pushed my face deeper into her crotch.

I could feel my own pussy getting moist with the thought of Angela’s mouth against it. Wearing only my vest and thong I was as good as exposed. The thin triangle of fabric was pulling against my smooth pussy lips. My free hand reached down and pushed the scrap of material to the side and my fingers began rubbing my own pussy. I was so incredibly wet.

I pulled my face away from Angela’s clit, my fingers still pumping in and out of her sloppy wet pussy. I pulled them out slowly and brought them to my mouth. I licked them off, savoring the flavor of her creamy pussy. I stood and brought her back in to my mouth and soon we were both enjoying the taste of her juice. I grabbed her hands and brought them to my tits. “Help me get this vest off, I want to be naked with you.”

 

[scribe_m]

"Oh... yesss..." I moaned, drowned out by the music. But it must have been apparent from the way my mouth moved, my hips ground, that I was aroused indeed. I firmly grabbed my tits, pinching the nipples, arching my back. Perhaps they thought it the show, but, god, my body was aching, yearning, for Lane to take me, fuck me with her tongue and her... oh... her fingers felt like magic, thrusting in and out of me. Yes, it's one thing to fuck yourself with your fingers, sliding in and out, but when it's another... ohhhhh... I could barely stand, and did my best to lean back to the pole for support. This caused my hips to press into my lover's mouth. I hardly complained. I think I moaned a bit more. My hips continued grinding into her fingers, as I leaned, glassy-eyed at my lover. She slowly peeled away her triangle covering her pussy, glistening with her juices (or I must have been imagining things...). Mmmm... I was kissing her, savoring the taste of her lips along with the juices from my own pussy.

And then she asked me to take off her vest.

Oh, how could I control myself? I tore that damn thing off (I'll pay for that later, I promise!) and pushed her down to the floor. I was a wild animal in heat, suckling on her breasts, oblivious to the hoots and hollers from the audience. Sure Simone and Jacqueline must have been congratulating themselves on how I became a passion of red-headed lust, suckling and licking the breasts of my lover. Oh what would she think of me? And did I care? I grabbed her legs and pulled her to me, pussy to pussy. I ground my cunt against hers, seeking release. Part of me wanted forgiveness the way I was fucking her, using her for my primal needs. But most of me just wanted her, our clitties touching, our folds pressing against each other, our bodies grinding into one.


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[LaneIA]

The force with what she pulled my vest off led me to realize that possibly I had been playing with fire. I had been teasing and fanning the flames, now the intensity of Angela’s heat was threatening to burn me. My fingers fanned her full red hair as she feasted upon my tits. My nipples screamed as her mouth latched on and sucked.

She pulled my legs to hers and ground her cunt into mine. The smooth lips exposing our swollen clits as our bodies pushed against each other. I could feel her wetness as it mixed with my own.

I could feel my hips bucking as I aimed my pussy into hers. I pulled Angela’s head up from my tits. “I want to lick your pussy. Give it to me. Straddle my face and give me all of your sweet juice babe.” I took her arms and pulled her up towards my face. Before I knew it I was looking at her dripping cunt right above my hungry mouth.

I lowered her pussy to my mouth and started to lick the other lips. Tasting the sweet juice that had been smeared there when our pussies had been grinding together. I spread her labia and speared my tongue into her crack. It hit her clit and I could feel her vibrate against my tongue. Like a greedy child with a treat I liked hard and fast, I couldn’t get enough of it. I slide two fingers into her tight snatch and began to finger fuck her. I could feel her pussy muscles clench against my fingers as I slid in and out.

I shifted my position slightly as I licked a slow, sensual trail along the valley between her legs. I reached her pink and puckered asshole and licked slowly around the opening.

 

[scribe_m]

I buried my face in her tits, sucking them, licking them, I was a crazed animal in heat. Her hand pressed the back of my head, suffocating me within her breasts. I sucked on one of her tits, inhaling her flesh into my mouth. My pussy grinded against hers, my hard clitty rubbing against her. I felt reluctant when she said she would eat me, but the next thing I knew... oh goddd... my back was arching and I was pinching my tits as her tongue entered in me, all hard and flicking and silky wet. My juices were leaking out of my pussy... I must have drowned her with them, but as I looked down at my sexy captor, I saw her, her head moving up and down, moaning into my clit. I closed my eyes, savoring her wet touch in the harsh light of the stage. Oh yess... her fingers enter me, and I fuck them as hard as I can... I'm so close I'm so close... ohhhh.... I shudder a mini-orgasm, but I want more. Her tongue laps at my clitty while her fingers rub and ram against my wet twat. I'm just barely conscious of her tongue, now licking me between my pussy and my ass. Is she... is she... yessss... I moan loudly against the hard music, as her tongue flicks and licks my hole. Oh, god, I want you inside me there... use your fingers... use your tongue... be gentle but please fuck me...


Scribe.

 

[LaneIA]

I could hear Angela begging for my fingers as I licked her tight ass. I maneuver around and bend her over on her forearms and knees. Her ass is sticking into the air and her legs are spread apart, showing her pussy to the crowd viewing our show. The hot lights illuminating her glistening slot.

I ask Angela again what she wants. Her face buried in her arms causes her reply to be muffled. I spank her ass with a quick swat, not hard or brutal but enough to garner her attention. “Spit it out Angela, what do you want me to do to you?”

Oh, god, I want you inside me there... use your fingers... use your tongue... be gentle but please fuck me...

Smiling to myself I rub the spot I had slapped. “Good girl.” I ran my fingers through her pussy, letting her juice collect on my digits. I moved them to her asshole and wiped her juice across her twitching hole. Licking the remaining juice off I made sure plenty of my saliva coated my fingers as I moved one into her hole.

Immediately I could feel her sphincter clasp around my finger. “Relax, honey. It will feel better if you just relax your ass.” While still tight I could feel her relax and I slide my finger deep into her dark hole. I fucked slowly, stretching it out and when I felt she was ready I slide the second finger in beside the first.

Kneeling beside Angela and fucking her ass with my fingers was causing me to get so incredibly wet. I knew that soon I would be feeling her mouth on my aching pussy. I reached down and gave my clit a quick finger. The little fleshy knob rolled under my fingers and sent shivers through my body. Pulling my fingers away from my cunt I reached around and pulled at Angela’s tits. On her knees her tits hung down and swayed as I fucked her ass with my fingers. My fingers caught her nipple and rolled it between my fingers. I loved hearing her deep, throaty moan.