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The room erupts with hand clapping and foot stomping. And hands waving in the air as women scream out, “Yes, yes, yes! I am!”
“Then let’s get to fucking! You can place your orders for the pleasure of your choice over at the bar with either Chaz or Len. And if you’re feeling a little greedy, there’s always room for two or more. The stud meat is plentiful here at The Stud Palace.”
“So have you decided who you’ll have tonight?” Miss Anonymous asks as the sounds of soft, musical moans float out of the speakers.
I shift in my seat, cross my legs and pinch off the trembling in my clit as I focus my attention back to Miss Anonymous.
“Huh? What did you say?”
She repeats the question. I tell her I’m considering The Pussy Pleaser. She gives me a mischievous grin, then flags over the barmaid. She tells her my selection, then brings her attention back to me. I almost choke on my drink.
“You aiight? Don’t get scared now, ma-ma. You about to get that back blown out. The Pussy Pleaser is in hot demand. And is guaranteed to leave your pussy well-satisfied.”
That’s exactly what I am hoping. To be fucked well.
I meet her amused gaze. “Why’d you do that? I said I was considering it. I didn’t say I was ready to actually go through with it. Coming here alone tonight, then coming up to this part of the club is a big step for me. Getting fucked anonymously again is a big stretch for me. I’m here to watch.” I say this fully aware that voyeurism is not allowed up here in this part of the Palace. Getting fucked is exactly what I’m here for.
She laughs, giving me a “yeah right” look. “Then you’re in the wrong part of the club, ma-ma. You can watch others on the first three levels if you don’t want to partake. But up here in the CockTail Lounge, baby, it’s all about the cock. You get fucked.”
I quickly glance at the barmaid as she sets a fresh drink on a napkin for me. “This is all still very new to me.” I take a long sip of my drink.
Miss Anonymous holds my gaze. “Baby, live in the moment. Obviously you’re right where you want to be.” She inches in closer, her hand trailing the inner part of my thigh. Tingling heat shoots through me as her fingertips lightly brush along the edge of my silk thong. “So you might as well give in to what your body aches for. I bet your pussy’s already wet for what’s to come.”
I squirm in my seat, tossing back the rest of my drink, then setting it up on the bar. “No comment,” I push out in a throaty whisper, fighting back a moan.
“No comment needed.” Her two fingers slip beneath the fabric. Circle my clit, then plunge into my pussy, curling upward into my throbbing heat. I gasp. “This wet pussy says it all.”
Instantly her mouth is on mine, nipping at my bottom lip until I give in to her kiss. Her tongue slides into my mouth as I reach between her legs and grab at her dick. Her kiss deepens, my tongue tangling with hers, her fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of me in sync to my hand stroking her cock.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Her kiss, her touch, her presence is evoking feelings I’ve never experienced with anyone else before. How can a woman—okay, this female—I know nothing about send my body into a sea of pleasure, transporting me to a place of bliss I’ve never known to exist while stirring so many emotions in me?
A moan seeps out of me as she fucks into the soft folds of my pussy with her skilled fingers. Her hand strokes—deliberate and purposeful—gliding in and out, sawing into my wetness, intent on bringing me to orgasm.
I am besieged with hot desire. I want this . . . this androgynous boi-toy . . . this beautiful, sexy genderless being to fuck me, make love to me, to conquer and control every piece of my womanhood—my pussy, my clit. To turn me into her dirty, filthy little fuck-whore. To fuck my messy, wet cunt deep and hard until I am sore and my entire body goes limp.
Oh, God, this is not happening to me. How can something so wrong, so deliciously sinful, feel so damn right? And . . . oh so fucking good?
I break the kiss. Afraid of what may happen next.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m doing exactly what you want me to.”
She runs her tongue over her lips; her fingers continue stretching and curling and fucking into the throbbing ache and need pooling deep inside of me.
“Oh, God, yes,” I whisper against her ear. My breath catches in my throat. Eyes closed, mouth open, I buck into her hand. A deep, muffled groan spills out of my mouth as I press my thighs together, clamping her hand, clutching her fingers . . . and come.
“You like that, baby . . .? You like them fingers all up in that pussy . . .?”
For the love of God! How can this stranger, this . . . this stud, know my body so well, better than any man I’ve ever been with? Without prompting, she knows where to find the hidden buttons to my erogenous zones.
“Oooh, yesssssss . . . give me more.”
She quickens her thrusts, her lips once again finding mine, her tongue twirling around mine. I had not expected this. But I am glad that she is here. Her fingers swiftly grazing along my walls, causing me to writhe in my seat as she finds my spongy hot spot inside of me.
Over the music playing seductively low, I can hear the deliciously sweet, wet sounds of my pussy as she pumps her hand into me, the slapping noise of her cum-slick knuckles as they smack into my lips cause my cunt to pulsate. Wave after wave of silky wet passion splashes over her hand. My pelvis pumping and releasing whatever is left of my inhibitions out of me.
I look up into the open sky and cry out.
