As we approached the outskirts of the city we passed a strip club, and I suddenly got very excited at the thought of going in there and watching a bunch of naked strippers writhing and dancing onstage. I turned to my husband. “Did you see that strip club back there?” I said. “Let’s go back and check it out.”
I could see the excitement in Victor’s face when I said that. I think that in addition to his desire to see the strippers, he was also curious to see how I would react and what I would do. At the first opportunity he turned the car around and we went back to the club.
We sauntered in and found a place to sit close to the catwalk where the women danced. We ordered drinks and watched the show. The women were beautiful and uninhibited, showing off their tits and their shaved pussies for everyone to see. It made me excited, especially because the audience was mostly men and I was almost the only woman there, aside from the dancers. After a few drinks I was feeling just a bit tipsy and extremely horny. This was my first experience at a strip club, so I wanted it to be a night to remember.
Many of the men, too, seemed to be excited by the fact that I, as a woman, enjoyed watching the dancers. Some of them began handing me dollar bills, so the strippers would approach me and take the money. The dancers were all creative and sexual in their own ways, but there was one who really caught my eye. She was a beautiful Polynesian woman whose name—her stage name, anyway—was Koko. She was of medium height and had a gorgeous body. Her nipples stood up proudly, hard and erect. Her pussy was shaved in a perfect V. Her luscious skin was tan and smooth, her ass shaped like a ripe apricot. She was just succulent, and she moved like a hungry tiger, looking for something to devour. I wanted to taste her right then and there, but I knew I had to contain myself.
I put one of the bills the guys had given me down on the catwalk in front of me. Koko crawled over to me like an animal. Picking up the money, she then crooked her finger at me, motioning me to come up onstage. I looked at my husband and he grinned back at me, telling me with his eyes to go ahead. So I did, to the cheering and calling of the watching men.
Koko told me to lie down on my back, and I did. There I was, lying in front of all those men, wondering what was going to happen next. Koko straddled me, then pulled out the dollar bill I had given her and put it down my tank top, between my breasts. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. My nipples were hard, nearly bursting through my top. Then Koko brought her mouth to mine and kissed me. Her hands wandered, stroking over my body. She touched my nipples through my tank top, tracing them with her fingertips. She then slowly pulled down the straps of my top, exposing my breasts to everyone, as she retrieved the dollar bill with her teeth.
The men around the stage were straining to get closer, and those farther back were standing on chairs to get a better look. Koko smiled at me, and her eyes sparkled erotically. “Oh yessss, look at you,” she said softly. I closed my eyes, and she leaned down to put her mouth on my nipples, sucking them hard, licking them with her hot tongue. The wetness of her mouth was enough to drive me crazy. Her tongue flicked my nipples rapidly, making them harder. My thighs were shaking with the excitement of it all. I was so aroused that I could feel the moisture from my pussy soaking through my pants.
Koko continued mouthing my breasts while slithering her naked body all over me. Woman against woman, pussy against pussy. It was enough to drive me wild. Finally she gave me one long deep kiss on the mouth, then pulled me up. She thanked me, smiling at me teasingly while everyone applauded. I smiled back and went to sit down again. But I wanted that woman, and I wanted her bad.
I managed to pull myself together while watching some of the other dancers and having some more drinks with my gorgeous husband. He was nearly as excited as I was at what I had done. It was something new for us, and he was glad to be a part of it. I could tell that he was aroused by the hardness in his pants. My hands wandered over him, and I let my pinkie flick over that sizable bulge. Then I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, “Oh my God, I’m so wet!”
Victor excused himself then, and disappeared off somewhere, returning in a few minutes hand in hand with Koko, the Polynesian stripper. He had bought me a lap dance, he told me, and Koko was it. I was very excited at the thought of watching her dance just for me. I was even more pleasantly surprised when she took my hand and led me to a private room. She and I were going to be alone, with no one else to see.
We were all over each other as soon as the door closed. She smiled at me sexily and leaned against me, pushing me down onto a sofa. She kissed my mouth, pushing her tongue inside and tasting me thoroughly. I kissed her back, and our roaming tongues as we explored each other’s mouths turned me on even more.
Then Koko stood up and started stripping for me. She took off everything and stood naked, touching herself erotically, dancing slowly and sensuously.
My hands burned for her body. “Can I touch you?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes.” She smiled. “You can.”
My hands went crazy then, touching every part of her, exploring every inch of her body. I ran my tongue up and down over her smooth flesh, while she squeezed her own nipples, soft moans coming from her mouth. Finally she motioned me to lie down and she laid her naked body on top of me, her mouth covering mine. When we broke the kiss she pulled off my top, exposing my breasts. The sensation of my hard nipples rubbing against hers, erect and aching, made me want her even more. Her skin was hot, and I knew she wanted me too.
Leaning up a bit, she slid my pants down, uncovering my lacy thong panties. Her hands slid underneath me, touching my ass and giving it a quick squeeze, as she again rubbed her breasts against mine. Oh God, I was so wet that I could feel my juices soaking my panties and oozing onto my thigh. Koko felt my wetness too. She pulled my panties to the side and pushed her fingers inside me, causing me to gasp and throw my head back with a whinny of pleasure. Back and forth, in and out of my pussy her fingers went with ease. Then she pulled them out and brought them up to her mouth, licking them hungrily, tasting my wetness, savoring it as though it was her last meal. Then she brought them to my mouth, tracing them over my lips so I could taste myself. The flavor was sweet and musky and it drove me crazy.
Koko was still moaning sensuously. She moved down on me, kissing my breasts and then my stomach, and as she moved still lower her hands clutched my panties and slid them down my legs and off. Now we were both totally naked. I gave a loud cry as I felt her mouth on my pussy. Then her tongue was working, in and out of me, and on my clit, and I was twisting and humping up at her face and almost screaming with the fabulous sensation. I think I actually did scream when I came.
Koko slid back up to kiss my panting mouth, and as soon as I recovered my breath I turned her over so that she was lying face up on top of me, her nipples poking up in the air. I let my hands wander, touching those nipples, tweaking them a bit, while whispering in her ear, surprising myself by telling her the things I wanted to do to her, things that made her moan even more. She turned her head as far as she could, and I strained up to meet her mouth with mine, our tongues licking and probing again. My hands slid down to her squirming mound. It was drenched with excitement. She moaned more loudly when I touched her clit. It was swollen and ready to be pleasured. I let my fingers slide up and down her slit, feeling the slick wetness of her pussy. Then I rubbed at that stiff little button, making her cry out with passion.
I was in heaven, and I didn’t want this ever to end. But Koko knew that our time was up, and however reluctantly, she told me that we had to go. She slowly got to her feet, pulling me up against her. I kissed her hard again. “Wait,” I said then. “I want to taste your pussy.” And before she could reply I slid quickly to the floor between her legs, pushing my face against her mound, licking and sucking fast and furiously. I pushed my fingers inside her as I did so, and she went wild.
“Oh yesss, lick my pussy!” she cried. “Eat it good, baby!” The smell of her cunt was incredibly intoxicating, and the softness of
that shaved pussy against my mouth was almost enough to make me come myself. Her hips were bucking against my face as if she were fucking a cock. The feeling of it was unreal. Her hands held my head in place while I feasted on her swiftly flowing juices. I could feel her getting closer, hear her moans getting louder and louder. Her head fell back, her mouth opened, her chest thrust forward, and her thighs shook uncontrollably against my face.
Oh God, her come was so warm and sweet against my lips. I savored every bit of it as I lapped it up, careful not to waste a drop.
Finally I stood up again and hugged her tight. We kissed one last time, then dressed quickly. She told me with a grin that that was the best dance she had ever given, and that if I came back we could do it again. I said I would surely try. As we came out of the little room, Koko embraced me again and kissed me hard, right in front of the bouncer and the audience of men, including my husband. Then she went off to get ready for her next show.
Victor was agog with anticipation, waiting to hear what had happened inside that private room. Careless of who was watching, I straddled my husband’s lap and whispered in his ear, briefly telling him some of the things we had done. Then I kissed him, with the taste of Koko’s juices still on my lips. He licked his lips hungrily, and I felt the hardness in his pants growing quickly. I squirmed against it, but there was only so much we could do in that situation. We left quickly, both of us hot and horny beyond belief. When we got back to the hotel we fucked ourselves silly all night long. Whenever Victor’s passion showed signs of flagging, all I had to do was mention some detail or other of what Koko and I had done, and he would spring to life again.
Although we talked about it, we never did go back to that club during the rest of our vacation. It was as though I had fulfilled my long-held fantasy, had found out what it was like to taste a woman, to take her and be taken by her, and now I had no need to do it again. I was glad to have done it, and I still thought of Koko with great pleasure—and do to this day—but it was done, and I was ready to move on to other things.
Which things? That’s another story.
—R.L., Tarrytown, New York
NAKED ON HER HANDS AND KNEES,
SHE WAITED FOR HER MASTER TO SHOW UP
He was gone. When he would return, I did not know. I shed my clothes, quickly but methodically, folding them and placing them on a chair in the corner, nearly out of sight. The lights were already off. I was ready. Kneeling down, I took the position I thought he would like best—on all fours, with my hands stretched out in front of me, ass in the air. It was a tad uncomfortable, and the fact that my nipples scraped gently against the carpet did not make the position any easier to maintain. I felt the sensations coursing through my body even though he was not there yet. My pussy was dripping, just waiting for his arrival and approval.
Just as my arms were feeling the strain of being in one spot for too long, I heard him arrive. He strode in, unaware of my presence. The lights flicked on in an adjoining room. I heard him rooting around, looking for something. I knew, though, that he would come in soon. It was inevitable.
I was not disappointed. A few minutes later he appeared. I knew he saw me; I heard his sharp intake of breath at seeing my naked, prostrated body. Even though I didn’t lift my eyes from the floor, I could feel the surprise in him. And the lust. Without so much as a hello, he shed his clothing and locked the door.
It did not surprise me to feel my head being lifted by his large hand in my reddish-brown hair. I was further excited to feel his touch, and then his mouth was covering mine. The kiss was deep and long, our tongues warring with no immediate victor. I bit his just a little to show that I was not his to command totally. His lips bent into the slightest grin. He was going to enjoy this night.
With his hands still meshed in my hair, he pulled my face away, watching the way my breasts moved with my rapid breathing. The air was none too warm, and my nipples had already been hard for a long while. He enjoyed the sight, swooping down to lick the area. I moaned aloud, both because it felt great and because I knew he enjoyed hearing the sounds I made. His tongue swirled around my nipples, licking, sucking, gently biting. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. He let his hand fall from my hair and stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed.
On my knees, I crawled toward him until his cock was within easy reach of my mouth. I began by gently nibbling along the curve of the still soft flesh, my tongue flicking at random every few seconds. When he pushed my head lower, I began to tongue his thick, heavy balls, pulling first one, then the other into my mouth. He continued to hold my head there as I inhaled his scent, licking at every crevice in the flesh of his scrotum, happy to be serving him this way.
When he released my head my mouth moved slowly upward over his now stiff rod. Perhaps I would be allowed to take his entire prick into my mouth. Precome was already welling up at the tip. I looked up with pleading eyes, and he nodded, smiling at my need. Quickly I took the length of him into my mouth, greedily swallowing the precome. I bobbed my head up and down a few times, wetting the cock. He was so large that taking him into the back of my throat was difficult, but I struggled to do it. His dick was so good, the skin soft and tasting of fresh soap. Without warning he began to thrust into my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you, my little slave?” he questioned, knowing full well that I couldn’t answer, as my mouth was filled with his cock. He thrust a few more times. “Like me fucking your mouth, don’t you?” I tried to nod my agreement, but it was no use. The sensations were too much, and I could barely move my head at all.
Suddenly he stopped screwing my mouth and pulled away. “Don’t want to get ahead of myself.” He chuckled. I sat back on my heels, gasping for breath. He pointed to the bed, and I scampered to get there, arranging myself on my knees with my ass in the air, in much the same position as the one he’d found me in. Walking around the bed, he examined me closely. Then I felt a finger sinking into my pussy. Then another. If he wanted to fuck me, I was ready for him. But evidently he didn’t.
When he removed his fingers I wanted to scream at him to put them back. The pussy juice was already glistening over my upper thighs. His hands ran along my ivory ass cheeks, tracing the curves, sliding down the crack to play with my anus. I stiffened with anticipation, expecting a probing finger. Instead, I felt his tongue, lashing at my tiny hole like a snake. I writhed under the sudden assault. That electrifying tongue then moved down to my exposed pussy, lapping eagerly at it, not holding anything back. Unfortunately, the position I was in did not allow access to my clitoris. I wiggled, trying to turn around to allow his nose to rub against my clit.
Suddenly he stopped, rising to a standing position, his dick gleaming in the low light. “You are being very disobedient,” he said sternly. “If I had wanted you in any other position, I would have put you there. Now assume the original position. Obviously, you’re in need of correction.”
Swiftly I resumed the posture as before, shaking in anticipation of what was coming, but longing for it. Pulling me by my hips closer to the end of the bed, he made sure that my ass was raised high in the air. Then he started, and I cried out overwhelmed with desire as his large hand cracked down on my ass. It had been a good long while since I had been properly spanked, so my butt was ready. I fell forward on the bed, and rather than wait for me get back up, he sat down next to me and rained a few more blows on each ass cheek. My cries got louder, but my cunt was dripping wet, my nipples throbbing with passion.
“Do you have something to say to me?” his rough voice asked. Meanwhile his fingertips were gently drawing designs on my ass. The contrast between his hand/fingers and this more teasing pleasure was insurmountable. I could barely control my quivering.
“I—I’m sorry for displeasing you, Master. Thank you for showing me the error of my ways.”
I caught my breath with desire as he took a stance behind me. Without a moment’s hesitation he lined up his cock with my ready pussy and sank it all the way in. My jol
t of pleasure was indescribable. He remained that way for some time, embedded deeply inside me, balls dangling against my ass crack. I squirmed beneath him, trying to make him move, longing to feel the violent thrusting of his hard tool inside my sopping cunt. But for the moment he was content to be in that position, knowing how it frustrated me. I contracted my vaginal muscles, hoping to subtly spur him on.
It seemed to work; he began to move, thrusting quickly in and out of my pussy, going as deep as possible, then pulling his cock completely out of me. I moaned, writhed, wiggled, and squirmed, trying to meet his thrusts. But I was not in control of this game. My ass was smacked several more times for displaying such smutty behavior, which only added to my passion. I was beside myself, and I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted an earth-shaking, mind-blowing orgasm to take over my body.
But it was not to be. Without warning he pulled out of me completely, moving up to my face. He pulled at my hair again, pointing his prick toward my open mouth.
“You like pussy juice, don’t you, my slave?”
“If it pleases you, Master,” I moaned.
“Oh, it does.”
With those hastily spoken words, he shoved his cock, fresh from screwing my pussy, between my lips. Soon he was fucking my mouth with the same vigor he had shown earlier. The flavor of my own juices on his penis made me hotter than before.
“How should I punish you?” he grated, still pumping in and out. “Should I come on your face, and watch my sperm dripping from your eyelashes, and your red hair? Or how about in your mouth, making you swallow every last drop? Or perhaps you’d like me to come in your little pink ass? Which pleasure would you prefer, my pet?” With that he pulled his cock out of my mouth to allow me to answer.
“Whatever my master chooses will suit me best,” I replied. It was, I knew, the correct answer. It also happened to be true.
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