by Dee Dawning
He started to answer, then turned toward the long bar. “Hey Lita.”
A lovely red headed girl sitting at the bar in a skimpy bikini and cover-up answered. “Yeah, Bear?”
“These ladies asked for you.”
She slid off the bar stool and advanced. Questioningly she said our names loudly over the music, “April and Angel?”
When we nodded, she embraced us both. “Come with me.” She took our hands and led us to a booth. After we slid in the booth, she continued, “Randy told me you might be coming by. You ladies are flat out gorgeous. I’m going to enjoy the heck out of this. Who wants to go first?”
When we looked at each other and deferred, Lita grabbed my hand and slid out. “We’ll start with Angel.”
As Lita led me to the left side of the room where the enclosed private VIP booths were located, I surveyed the club. The main stage was opposite the entrance, located at the back of the room. A good-sized runway jutted into the room from the middle of the stage. Small tables and lush petite armchairs scattered around the stage and it’s projection. A single row of chairs lined the perimeter of the runway, which at the moment had a lissome topless lady prancing in front of a pair of hard core roosters. From appearances, this was where the rowdy steadfast patrons hung out. The entire right side of the club's main room had been sectioned off with private booths for lap dances.
When we arrived at the private booths, she spoke over the music into my ear, “Have you performed a lap dance before?”
I shook my head.
“How about received one?”
I shook my head and made a joke. “At least I’m a virgin at something.”
She giggled and whispered back, “Lucky me, I’m going to pop your cherry.”
Each booth had a pullback curtain. Lita led me into the closest one and flipped on the occupied button. There was single, wide, armless, upholstered chair in the middle of the tiny room. The sides and back of the chair provided enough room to walk around. Having pulled the privacy curtain closed, Lita flashed a mischievoius smile. “Have a seat, doll.”
As I took a seat, she removed her top, showing nice, medium sized breasts with very light pink areolas and nipples. “You’re not into ladies are you?”
A flitter of embarrassment passed through me. “Not as a rule, but I have enjoyed sex with April and another friend. Do you like pussy?”
I found Lita attractive so it was not surprising that I felt a stirring in lower regions when she removed her bikini bottom. Standing before me fully naked, except for her silver glittery platform heels, she spun around as a model might, posing for me. “Yeah, I dig pussy—cocks too. I’m bi-sexual, If sex feels good, it doesn’t matter who supplies it.”
Lita appeared to stand about five-four. She was lean, well proportioned and probably weighed no more than a hundred ten pounds. With her sea green eyes, creamy light skin and long wavy fire red hair, she had a cute girl next-door look. She really was beautiful—and sexy.
Facing away, a tingle of stimulation coursed through me as she bent over to remove her platform shoes displaying the backside of her pussy. She flashed a coy smile as she rose, faced me and pushed out her breasts, momentarily, shimmying them. Swaying her hips to the beat driven music, my own pussy clenched when she cupped her breasts and lifted one at a time, licking one hard, jutting nipple, then the other.
Letting go of her breasts in one smooth languid motion, Lita’s arms spread wide utilizing graceful feminine moves. Returning her arms to her side she lowered to her knees and bent forward touching the carpet arms outstretched as if in supplication. Straightening back up, with her hands behind her she leaned backwards to the carpet and raised her hips. On the balls of her bare feet, she spread her legs, presenting her light pink clitoral sheath, pronounced dark pink labia and weeping recess for my view. It was there beckoning me and I wanted it. I shifted uneasily, squirming in my chair, beguiled by Lita’s sexiness. My core was warm and getting wet. I considered touching myself when…she rolled over, got to her knees and like a cat stalking it’s prey, crawled slowly toward me. Raising her gaze from between my legs to my eyes, she asked, “What do you think so far?”
Breathily, I answered, “I love it. Lady you are hot”
She parted my legs and ran her hands up each of my right calf and thigh, then my left. “I’ve barely begun, pretty lady.” Her fingers closed upon the tongue of my short’ zipper and pulled it down. Parting the top of the shorts, she smiled. “Oh pink.” she laughed. “My favorite color.” Referring to my lacy, pink panties. She winked.
I nodded. “Uh-huh, and I imagine because of you, they’re wet.”
I held my breath and closed my eyes as soft hands caressed the sensitive insides of my thighs.
“They certainly look wet.”
My body tingled and the walls of my vagina contracted, anticipating Lita’s touch.
“Ooh, are you ever wet. Would you like them off?”
“Ah-huh.” I murmured, barely able to breath.
She pulled away, dragging my shorts and soaked panties off. It felt good as fresh air circulating around my heated pussy cooled it.
She pushed my legs apart and inhaled deeply, her nose within inches of my slit. “You smell wonderful. Can I have one little lick?”
I nodded and the tip of her tongue, hovered over my bud, I gulped, knowing that if her sweet tongue licked my clit, I might shatter, but instead she shocked me by sliding two fingers into me. I groaned
She smiled from the surprised, blissful look on my face. She pulled her fingers out, placed them in her mouth and sucked them. “Mmmm, delicious. With a single elevated brow, she said, “I think I’ll save that lick for later.” And winked.
Starting at my hips, she ran her hands upward along my ribs to my breasts. Edging upward, her hands kneaded my breasts. I was braless. My rapidly beating heart could be felt in my ears. She opened the buttons of my blouse, then pulling a breast free, wrapped her lips around my hardened nipple. Almost passing out from erotism, I steered my long stiletto tipped fingers through her fiery mane as her lips switched to my other nipple.
Dragging her firm breasts across mine, she rose, sliding upward along my chest and to my face. One of Lita’s luscious nipples moved back and forth along the crease between my upper and lower lip. When my willpower exhausted, my lips parted and closed upon her tendered object. I loved her moans and mimicked them. Surprising me, her nipple pulled away as she stood. Maintaining a hand on my shoulder, she pranced behind me. Bending down her moist lips peppered my neck with mini kisses.
My arm rose, my hand embracing her head, holding it in place as she kissed my neck. Her sensual hands slipped over my shoulders and down, enclosing my breasts, stealing the very breath from my lungs. “If you ever want to try another woman…I would love to have sex with you,” She whispered breathily in my ear.
When her talented fingers began rolling my nipples in pleasure circles, sending electric currents to my sensitive swollen clit, I knew I wanted to have sex with her, too. I would seek her out and soon. I whispered half out of breath, “Make sure I have your phone number before I leave.”
Lita’s sultry voice whispered back, “With pleasure,” and kissed my neck once more before straightening and continuing her walk until she once more stood between my legs.
“This is the grind part of the dance. Most dancers, with some variations, do only this. Short of stroking or sucking off your client, you’ll need to do this if you want to excite your client. Since I’m facing you, I’ll start with the front grind. You grind men different than women.” As her arms wrapped around my neck, she rested a knee on each side of me and lowered her sex to mine, sitting low between my thighs to do it. She began to undulate, her clit rubbing mine in an up and down motion. On each upward swing, her lovely breasts came close to my mouth, teasing me for only for a second.
She paused and edged up until she rested on top of my thighs. “That was for girl on girl lap dances. With men, since their sensitive spot
is along and at the tip of their cocks, we need to be higher, like this.” Once more, she moved her bottom, but now it was against my abdomen. She seemed to be getting worked up.
Her movements became jerky and she began to pant. “There are a couple of…nice options this way.” She grasped my hands, which had rested on her smooth ass and moved them on her creamy breasts. “Mmmmm.” She sighed.
With my hands on her breasts, I couldn’t resist tickling and teasing her delightfully jutting nipples. Her gasp stretched into a moan leading to her movements against my groin becoming more intense, more erratic. She nuzzled into my neck. Barely able to speak she murmured, “S-s-s-it okay ef I cum.”
Before I could answer in the affirmative, she jerked backward. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming.” Nails dug into the back of my shoulder and she moved convulsive and spasmodically. Her right hand speedily moved to her clit to finish off her release. After a few pleasure shudders, she smiled at me. “That was nice, but it wasn’t very professional of me. Now, where was I? Never mind, I remember.”
Lita rose and turned around. She had a tight but well-rounded ass. Just like April’s. “This is how you grind facing away from your client.” She sat between my legs and ground her buttocks into my pussy and clit. The friction against my sensitive bundle of nerves—my clit—began to resurrect the arousal that had peaked earlier, but had dissipated as she showed me the front grind for men.
“You like that?”
I was in a fever. “Oh yes.”
She grabbed my hands and once more covered her breasts with them. Moaning, she laid back onto me, her red hair brushing against my neck. Turning her head, she nuzzled her pretty face into the crook of my neck. Lita’s warm breath caused a stir of hunger to emerge between my legs. I noticed she had an aroma like orange blossoms in summer. She reached up and put an arm around my head, pulling it tighter against hers.
All of a sudden, she stopped and stood. “I think you get the idea. With men, you sit on their lap so you’re grinding higher, like this.” She sat on my lap and moved around briefly.
Then she rose and flashed a mischievous smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s time for that lick.” My pussy clenched in anticipation as she sunk to her knees. Her fingers rested on each side of my outer folds, while her thumbs reached in and parted the soft inner folds. Her silky, wet smoothness licked up the valley terminating with her full, red lips engorging my enlarged clitoris.
My head lolled back in reaction to the electrifying sensations that flowed through me. I basked in the blissful feeling of her luscious red lips suddenly enfolding, sucking on my swollen bundle of nerves. I groaned, “Oh, God.” Then bit down on my lower lip. I felt like I were living in a surreal dream. In addition to taking my love bud in her mouth, she shoved her fingers into my warm wet well. A new layer of excitement spread through me. I was ready, nothing but putty in her sensational mouth and hands.
My head rocked in reaction to the erotic bliss careening to the furthest outposts of my being. Every nerve felt energized. I moved frantically and erratically as a solitary white light encompassed my mind while a painless explosion delivered delirious blissfulness through my being. A scream of ecstasy burst free, “Oh, God. You feel so-o good! Don’t stop!” I yelled. Fighting against a rapture so strong that it threatened to make me pass out, I thrashed my head back and forth.
Suddenly, wanting to hold my benefactor, I reached down and pulled Lita up on top of me, so our lips touched. My tongue forced it’s way into her mouth and I concluded my extraordinary orgasm in an oral embrace with the tongue that had made me cum.
Dressed Lita and I returned to the booth, where she claimed April for her turn. As she brushed by me, she asked, “How was it?”
“Breathtaking, You’re in for a treat.”
She smiled. “Good.”
She handed me a cocktail napkin with a name and number hand written on it. It read, Mysta Ree. 1-480-555-2425. I gazed at her, a question in my eyes.
“It’s Tina’s number. I thought, while I’m losing my breath with Lita, you might like to ring her. You know, catch up and talk about old…times.” She winked.
* * * *
“Jesus, Cindy. It feels fanfuckingtastic. You too, Helen. I just love being with you both. Christ Almighty! Here it comes, girls, it’s a fucking tsunami.
Tina’s back crested so high it’s a wonder it didn’t break, her hips rising and grinding her pearl of passion greedily into my mouth. As my busy fingers pushed in and out of her crème-filled pussy, April teased the hard, dark pink nipples of Tina’s small but well shaped breasts. Her body rocked, thrashing erratically back and forth as much as her fur-lined cuffs would permit.
Exhausted, she sighed and went limp, occasionally shaking from a pleasure aftershock. I rose up and smiled at her. She smiled back. I studied her. Yes, April and I were beautiful, this raven-haired beauty, Tina, was our equal—large blue eyes and silky black hair down to her thighs, goddess like perfection. I glanced at April and nodded. She too can bring the big bucks.
Tina’s large eyes grew even larger after recovering from the debilitating effects of her orgasm “Wow, that was fabulous. Especially, with both of you taking turns. I can’t remember a more intense orgasm. I’m shaking. Can you see my pleasure-tremors?”
We both smiled. I sat down on the bed next to her and caressed her chest, while April stroked her beautiful hair. “Yes, I think I can,” Answered April.
“We should do this again.” She stared at us. “Can we?”
“Of course we can and will. Now that we’re all going to be single, we can do it a lot.”
“I missed you guy’s. I’m so looking forward to being single again. You know what’s been on my mind lately?”
I shook my head.
April answered her, “No, what?”
“Vegas. I’ve been so bored being a housewife I’m ready for some excitement. I wish I knew where to find Randy.”
I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “I know where to find Randy.” Then rose and walked to the door, followed by April.
“You do? Wait, where are you going? Aren’t you going to take off these handcuffs? What are they for anyway?”
April turned. “You feel everything more intense. We’d take them off but we’re not finished yet.”
Tina frowned.
I added, “Don’t worry hon, we still have a surprise for you. Think of it as a divorce present.”
April giggled. “Yes, you might say it’s the present that keeps on giving.”
I laughed.
“Present, that keeps on giving? What are you talking about?”
We continued to the door. “It’s a present from the past and for the future. You know Tina, sometimes there are consequences for the things we do.” I opened the door and there stood Randy, naked with a red bow tied around his prodigious ten inch prick and ready for our raven-haired goddess.
April said, “And Randy is our consequence.”
She stared at him wide eyed. “Rand-e-e-e! I dreamed about you.”
“Hello, babe. Or should I call you Mysta?”
“Mysta? Why not.” She opened her legs wide. “I was just asking about you, Come over here and fuck me?” She raised her hips, pushing her pussy to the forefront. “Did you know I just got divorced?”
Randy climbed on the bed and wrapped his arms under her thighs, elevating her wet pussy to his cock. Holding her, she gasped as he entered her.
“Yes, baby and since you’re divorced, I intend to keep you busy.” As he thrust his magnificent ten inches inside her, stroking in and out, she whimpered and began helping him, moving with and into him. Then her moans began. “Oh, Randy, I missed how good you made me feel.”
I didn’t think she’d hear me, but I said it anyway. “And for better or worse, he’s your consequence, too!”
The End
To be continued in Consequences : Mysta Ree
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