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“Girl, it’s kind of quiet down here. Let’s go up to the third floor,” Sheena says, lightly tugging me in the direction of the stairs. The third floor is divided into four huge lounge areas with 60-inch flat-screen TVs playing all types of lesbian porn. There are plush sofas and chaises scattered about in each room. And further down is another hallway that leads to three large rooms reserved for private parties, each with its own full-service bar. I am in awe.
As we head back toward the stairs, I gasp as we walk by one of the lounges and I spot a woman with her legs up over a dreaded stud’s shoulders getting fucked, her stud’s muscled-ass flexing with each thrust. Then, over on the other side, I count six more women being fucked out in the open, or having their pussies eaten. The smell of hot sex floats all around us. There are threesomes and foursomes going on. Everywhere I look, there is sucking and fucking. And everyone seems caught up in the sexual energy, including Sheena who whispers in my ear, “Excuse me for a minute while I go . . . unwind.”
She doesn’t even wait for me to respond before she is quickly being whisked off by a cocoa-brown skinned woman who looks so much like a man that I have to do a double-take because he . . . I mean, she’s so damn fine. I bring my attention back to the lounge. I feel like a Peeping Tom watching these women get off. I feel my nipples starting to stiffen. My clit twitches. I lick my moist lips.
“This is nothing compared to some of the other lounges,” a raspy voice says in back of me. “You should check out the S & M lounge.” Without even turning around to look at the owner of the voice, I am instantly turned on. I can feel her steamy breath in my ear as she inches up closer. Then she whispers, “I’ve been checkin’ you out from the minute you walked through the door with your . . .”
“Friend,” I finish for her, finally glancing over my shoulder into the eyes of the most handsome-pretty face. She looks young, very young. Her dark coffee-colored complexion is smooth. Underneath a NY fitted hat, her hair hangs past her shoulders, bone-straight. Her eyes are dark brown, with long, dark lashes. She’s dressed in a white wife beater, a pair of baggy jeans, and boots. Despite her dominate mannerisms h
er feminine qualities make her even more alluring. I can tell she’d be a beautiful girl if she wore makeup and slipped into a dress and heels. But she’s still very sexy as she is. For a split second, I feel as if she is undressing me with her eyes the way that I am her with mine. Her arms are well-defined, her stomach flat, her breasts small, but a nice mouthful. I wonder what she’d look like naked, her body pressed up against mine.
I swallow again.
“Well, maybe I can become your friend, too.” She winks at me. And I’m not going to lie either. I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my entire body. “Let me take you somewhere so we can, you know . . . talk. Get better acquainted.” She strokes the side of my face and I think I’m going to faint.
I blink. “Umm, how old are you?”
“Twenty-seven, why?” I tell her she looks like she’s barely legal. That I’m forty, old enough to be her mother. She grins. “It’s all good, baby. I like my woman well-seasoned.”
Instantly, my pussy drools. And I’m not sure if it’s because she’s called me baby, or if it’s the way she’s looking at me, or licking them sexy, pussy-eating lips that I shamelessly imagine all over my cunt that have me feeling light-headed. Her eyes travel to my breasts, my erect nipples poking through the sheer fabric of my blouse. She licks her lips again. “Damn, I can tell you have some pretty titties. And them nipples . . . mmmph . . . I’m a nipples girl. I love some big nipples, ma. I bet you taste real good, too. All of you.”
Caught off-guard, I blush, blinking back my embarrassment, and excitement. Boldly, she starts caressing my breasts with both of her hands. I tense, then relax. “Damn, your titties feel nice.”
“Uh, um, listen, I-I,” I stammer as I try to step back from her reach. My back hits up against the wall, and she steps up in my space. She’s slightly taller than me—I’m five-nine in my six-inch heels.
“You, what, have a girl at home?” I shake my head. “A man?”
I nod, feeling guilt sweep through me. “Yeah.”
She smirks, looking me up and down. “That’s cool, for now. But, by the time I finish eating your pussy and giving you what ya man can’t, you’ll be forgetting his name. I eat pussy like a pro, better than any man ever will.” She puts her arm around my waist. Her cockiness has my already wet pussy even more soaked. “Let me make you cum, then fuck you real good.” She senses my hesitation. “Don’t be shy. I promise you, I don’t bite.” She grins, then adds, “I only nibble.” I swallow, hard, finishing off the rest of my drink. I glance around the area for any sign of Sheena. There is none. She takes me by the hand and I allow her to lead me down a hall where there are a number of closed doors. She stops in front of the fourth one, pulling out a key.
“What’s in here?”
“The fuck of your life,” she says, turning the knob, then pushing the door open. She turns on the recessed lights, then shuts the door behind us. The walls are painted black. There’s a mural of a pair of large red lips painted on one of the walls with a long pink tongue hanging out of its mouth. It almost looks as if it’s glowing. The only piece of furniture is a red leather sofa situated in the middle of the floor.
She takes my empty glass from my hand, then walks over and turns on the gas fireplace, sitting the glass up on the mantel. Before I can open my mouth to tell her I’ve had a change of heart and bolt out the door, she is on me—her lips on mine, her tongue slipping into mouth. Her hands are sliding down my back to my ass, cupping it. Everything is happening so fast.
“Wait, wait,” I say, panting. “I don’t even know your name.”
“We don’t need names,” she whispers, licking my neck. I toss my head back. Moan again as her fingers inch between my legs. And then . . . in a flash my clothes are being peeled off and I am naked. She turns away, tells me to stand right here and walks into a closet. A few minutes later, she walks back out naked, too, with a big, chocolate-colored cock jutting out of her harness.
Suck my dick, baby,” she hisses, low and raspy. Her hands glide slowly down her body, fingers pulling at her beautiful breasts, then gripping the big dick. I am surprised at how real, lifelike, it looks. She strokes her cock as she stalks toward me, sending shivers down my spine. “Get on your knees and suck this dick.”
A low moan bubbles up from the back of my throat as I drop to my knees and take her into my mouth. I work her cock as if it were real, sliding it smoothly in and out, in and out. I gladly take it all. Nine inches of rubber dick hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“Relax, baby,” she coaxes, gripping the sides of my head. My fingers inch into my pussy, one at a time until I have three tucked inside my wetness. I am slick and ready, my pussy gripping my fingers, hungry for her to mount me and claim my cunt. But she makes me wait. And beg. And beg some more.
A soft whimper escapes me as I pull the dildo from out of my mouth and glance up at her. “I wanna taste your pussy.” It flutters out of my mouth in a whispery plea. I cannot believe I am practically begging another woman to eat her pussy.
“Get back up on this dick,” she says, smirking as she’s smacking my lips with her fleshy, spit-drenched cock. I lick my lips and do as I am told, my mouth engulfing the head, my head bobbing back and forth as she grinds her hips forward. “Yeah, suck that shit.”
I can smell her wet sex, its tangy scent seeping out from the base of her dildo. It, the base, is pressed tight against her clit, lightly brushing against it as I suck her dick. My own cum-soaked pussy wafts through the air adding to my heightened desires. I want her, this cock, deep in my pussy. I shove three fingers into my slippery slit and fuck myself in sync with the bobbing of my head until she pulls her cock out of my mouth and tells me to lie down on the red leather sofa. She gets between my legs, buries her face in, working her tongue around my clit, pushing it in, stroking it back up, then gently tugging it with her teeth. She reaches up, plays with my breasts, rolling each nipple between her fingers. I arch my back, pushing my pussy into her mouth and orgasm. I cum faster and harder than I’ve ever cum in my life.
She drinks in my juices, then inhales my pussy. “Mmmm, you smell good. And taste even better.” She flicks my clit with her tongue again, then slides a finger in, scooping out my cum. She pulls her finger out, puts it to her lips, then slowly slides it into her mouth, licking and sucking it clean. “Yeah, you got that nice, sweet, creamy pussy, boo.” She plunges her finger back into my heated cunt. She pulls it out, then pushes it back in. In. Out. In. Out. Slides two fingers in, pulls out. In. Out. In. Out. Pushes three fingers in, then with her other hand, plunges a finger into my ass.
I moan as she pumps her fingers hard into me. Faster, harder, pressing in, pulling out, her knuckles brushing up against my clit with each thrust. “Ohgodohgodohgod . . . yes, yes, yes,” I chant breathlessly. “Ohgodohgodohgod . . . . I’m going to cum, again . . .”
I gasp, feeling my cunt spasm. A powerful orgasm was working its way through me. I never knew a tongue could feel so fucking good. I am trying to hold back, but her tongue feels . . . ohgod . . . good. Each stroke more delicious than the one before it. Three strokes more and I am gushing. She laps it up, thrusting deep inside my pussy, licking and probing my insides.
