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Savannah 2

The long awaited and highly asked for savannah sequel. There is sex but not a ton. Enjoy

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It Was All In My Head (Between Friends, part 2)

It’s a new day, and all I’m thinking about is him….Adam. I wrote him that story, and sent it to him. It was a mistake, of course. He’s told me before that he loves me “as a friend,” which means he wouldn’t give me the time of day to fool around.
“I’m outside,” I text him, sitting on his porch. I wait outside, running my fingers through my choppy black hair. I look at my scuffed black Converse high-tops, and wonder about life. The door opens, and I turn around.
“I just…I don’t think I’m safe alone,” I whisper to him, sniffling. He nods, and opens the door wider to let me in.
“It’s okay, Sissy, I don’t mind,” Adam replies, and I follow him into his room. It isn’t what I imagined when writing my previous story, but some of my descriptions are still accurate.
I sit on his floor, glancing at his television. It’s the pause screen for some video game, and I lean my head on his bed. Adam looks at me, worry in his eyes, and sits down.
“I’m glad you came over, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he says, and I lay down on his floor, resting my head on his lap. His eyes say he didn’t expect that, and his hands remain by his sides.
“Do you know how much it sucks, falling for you when I know you don’t feel the same? When I’m supposed to love him?” I ask, a tear rolling down my face. It traces my nostril, then continues until it absorbs into his pants. I look up at Adam, seeing his discomfort.
“I’m…I don’t know…” He trails off, looking exasperated. He shrugs and looks at his TV screen, then picks up his controller and unpausing the game. He starts playing it, and I watch, but he keeps messing up and throws the controller.
Tears sting my eyes, and I get up, moving my body away from him and leaning on the bed. He looks away, and I bite my lip.
“I could just fucking leave, if that’s what you want. And I don’t just mean your house. I’ll leave you alone, you don’t need any of this,” I say harshly, my voice cracking as tears roll down my face. He looks at me, surprised at my outburst.
“Don’t!” Adam mutters, and I crawl over on my hands and knees. He closes his mouth tight, not saying anything else. I reach out and touch his face, but he grabs my hand softly and pushes it away.
“Please don’t…I’m gross,” he says softly, and I touch his face again, then get on my knees in front of him.
“You’re not gross,” I say, “you’re handsome. Cute. Hot. Why can’t you see that? Why don’t you believe me?” I’m whining, and I hate it. But I need him to believe me. I need him to see what I see.
“I don’t believe you because it isn’t true,” he replies sharply. I take his face in my hands and make him look at me, our eyes reflecting one another.
“You’re fucking attractive. Goddamnit, you are. It’s fucking stupid that you keep arguing with me about it,” I growl, and kiss Adam hard. He recoils a little, but I keep at it, kissing him passionately. He pulls away, panting.
“You can’t do that, Sissy!” He tells me, and I glare at him defiantly, quickly kissing him again, pushing my body to his. He resists, but I don’t give up. I pull off my shirt, kissing him the whole time besides the moment I need to pull it off my head. I’m not wearing a bra, I didn’t grant it necessary.
“Mmmn….st…stop,” Adam tries to say, but I don’t relent. I grab his hands and press them to my bare skin. He tries to pull away, and I still don’t let him. I kiss his neck, and he exhales sharply.
“Sissy…” Adam says softly, but he isn’t resisting as much anymore. He sort of melts against me, and one of his hands goes under my chin, bringing his lips to mine. Our kisses are desperate, as if we know this energy can only last so long.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, and I unbutton his pants quickly. He kisses my neck, breathing hard and fast, and he kicks his pants off. I untie my high-tops and kick them across the room, then pull down my pants and thrown them where my shoes landed.
“Come here,” Adam says, a look of conflict mixed with lust in his eyes. He pulls off his shirt, throwing it on my pile of clothes and sitting on the bed.
I step lightly, quickly, and straddle his lap. We press our bodies together, kissing more and touching. His hands wander across my back, resting on the lower curve and gripping it softly. My arms go around his neck, and our breathing intensifies.
“I need this…I need you,” I moan, and Adam’s hand goes down to pull his throbbing manhood out of the hole in his boxers. It looks different than what I expected, and he pushes me onto my back, kneeling between my legs.
He leans over me, kissing me again, trailing kisses down my body, to my navel, and I shiver. It feels good to be touched that way, by someone knew.
“Please,” I whisper, and Adam looks up at me, then brings himself back between my legs, pushing in quickly. I cry out, my back arching slightly as he thrusts in and out. My arms go up around his neck, and I gently bite his earlobe.
“God…..” he says breathlessly, thrusting in hard and fast, making me moan loud, making my eyes sting with tears. A few escape my eyes, and he sees.
“Oh god, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Adam asks urgently, fear in his eyes. He’s stopped thrusting, but I grab his face and kiss him hard, letting him know he must continue.
He keeps going, and my legs grip his waist. I’m tightly grasping him, and I kiss his neck. I feel myself start to climax, and I murmur Adam’s name in his ear, then bite his neck hard as I cum.
“Sissy….” he moans, and I feel him thrust in a few times, hard, and then he releases inside of me, his hot cum filling me. He shakes, going limp on top of me, and we stay there, panting, exhausted, for a few moments.
“What did we just do?” Adam mutters as he pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed, putting his flaccid member into his boxers. He puts his head in his hands, and I go behind him and hug him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and he sighs, shaking his head. He holds one of my hands, and looks over his shoulder at me.
We stay quiet, and I get up and put on my clothes slowly, looking at him. He doesn’t move, and when I’m dressed I hand him his shirt and lay down tiredly on his bed again.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again, and he smiles half-heartedly. I walk to his door and look back at him. He doesn’t stop me, so I leave. He doesn’t text me for the rest if the night.

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Sex Notes: In my school locker

Sex Notes: In my school locker
…..I’m Chad. I was Senior in High school when they first started. It was just a hand written note saying how she admired me. She thought I had a sexy body and would be fun to get naked with. It was a very sexy girls type writing…and of course it could be a great trick on me from one of my buddy’s wanting me to think some girl had a sexy crush on me.
……From then on the notes were from a computer. I saved the hand written one in case I saw that beautiful feminine handwriting again. …. This ‘supposedly’ girl had a big crush on me. Each note got bolder into talking about us making love together and being a couple. Of course they were never signed. With all the students in that school it was impossible to tell who it was. This went on day after day, week after week and I was getting hot for this ‘girl‘, (I hoped,) whoever she was.
…..I had no way of knowing what she looked like, or anything about her. I figured she was not pretty or something, but damn, the notes were so hot sounding, I had to track her down.
…..She knew about my art work, but I did lot of school newspaper, yearbook art so everyone knew I could do art stuff. The notes were always left after school and appeared the next morning.
…..The school had security cameras. The head maintenance guy controlled them. He was cool and I got him alone and showed him some of the notes. He smiled big and said: “So you have a secret admirer, she sounds like she’s got it bad for you. Come with me.” He took me to the hidden room where all the tapes and camera controls were kept. We sat down as he put the camera and date in for the last note. Nothing for a while…then a quick figure left the note in the vent slats. He stopped the picture, and backed it up.
….It was a ’Guy’ nerd I knew. We both laughed. A ‘guy’? He warned me not to start any trouble with the nerd. I said I wouldn’t, I’ll just ask him to stop. He said very good and if he doesn’t stop let me know and I’ll send him to the office.
….I waited for the right time to corner the little nerd geek and tell him ‘one more note’ and it’s a fight after school for us. He spotted me walking towards him. He looked away and acted like he was doing something in his wall locker. I said: “What’s with the fucking notes, Benny?” His face went white and he said quietly. “I’m just leaving them for a girl. She can’t leave them herself and she’s real nice and you should be happy she likes you and….”The name Benny!, what ’s her fucking name!”
“Oh…I can’t tell you that because I don’t know.” “Benny!, don’t bullshit me, where do you get the notes, and from who.”
…..He explained how he was just a delivery boy for the notes, for real. Another ’person’ supplied the notes in his locker, with a note to pass them on to me. He just delivered them.
…..In the tapes I remembered seeing Benny’s locker and a girl putting something in the vents his locker. It was a female nerd named Carla Spangler, or ’Spankie’ we called her, ‘Spankie’ has the hots for me??….ukkk! I told Benny: “We never had this conversation, you got it.” “Oh sure, I get it,” he said.
….. I said: “We’ll just let things continue as they are, you just keep your mouth shut…OK?”
….”Spankie” always smiled at me and tried to be friendly, so I decided to just let it go. I’ll say one thing for her, she wrote very romantic notes, and were very sexually suggestive. The notes continued and kept getting hotter. The last one said: …”…I would love to take a long walk with you, then lay in the grass and just look in your eyes, hold your hands to my breasts and we could just hold each other, then let ‘nature’ take it’s course…….I would love to feel your bare skin, touch your lips and face and let kisses flow between us..”
…..Damn, these notes were making me horny and I found myself looking forward to getting the next one. I thought about lowering my standards and get with ‘spankie’ away from school. Pussy is pussy, I told myself.
….”Benny!…come here. I want to pass a note back to my ‘secret admirer’. Can you handle that?” I said. “Oh sure Chad, I can do that.” I handed him the bright yellow envelope to deliver. I had a plan, and I sneaked and watched him go right to ‘spankie’. They whispered and she took off. I carefully followed her. She went into Miss Goodson’s science class room.
…..I could only dream that the notes ‘might’ come from Miss Goodson. She was one of the hottest women teachers in the school. I thought back, or rather my teenage ‘ego’ thought….Miss. Goodson has always been friendly to me….hmmmm….could it be? Time to either pop my dream or maybe….make some arrangements to talk to her.
….I watched ‘spankie’ leave Miss. Goodson’s classroom and walk away. She hadn’t stayed long. Last class was now and Miss. Goodson’s too. I was hoping ‘spankie’ would go somewhere where no one could see us. She saw me, stopped and ran back in Miss. Goodson’s classroom. I entered her classroom and there Miss. Goodson was reading my bright yellow note. She quickly stuffed it her pocket and smiled at me. “Can we talk, Miss. Goodson?” I said. Spankie immediately ran out of the room.
…. “Why yes Chad, sit right here.” She went over and locked the door I noticed. She sat at her desk and waited. She definitely was breathing a little heavy. I reached in my shirt and pulled out the latest note I had received. I smelled it, I smiled and leaned over and smelled her. It was the same aroma, a heavy lady’s perfume. She just sat there staring at the note I held. “Do you like to take walks in the park, Miss. Goodson?”
…..She knew… I knew…. and began to smile.
….. “Chad, I need to explain some things to you. I could get fired if anyone found out those notes ‘may’ have come from me. Do you understand?….now ’if’ you never tell anyone about them, and you want to, I think we ’might’ meet off campus and have a long talk. Would you like that Chad?” I looked at her beautiful long blond hair, beautiful face and nice tits and smiling eyes at me….I was melting fast and said: “I would love that Miss. Goodson” She leaned over to my face as said: “Very well Chad, you ’may’ receive a notice of when and where for us to meet to have a ’private’ talk…OK?”
….All I could do was nod my head as I was inches from a beautiful woman face who I think liked me. She reached up and brushed some of my hair across my forehead. “We’ll talk soon…” she whispered. She stood up and held out her hands to mine. I held both her hands as I stood up. “Were going to have a real good talk, aren’t we Chad. I’ll be wearing my jogging suit and sunglasses. My hair will be tied up in back so nobody will really know it’s me…ok?” I could only smile and nod my head. I whispered finally: (“..god your beautiful Miss…a…”) “Laura” she interrupted. I wanted to kiss her so bad as she turned and held my arm, and walked me to the door. She unlocked it, letting go of my arm and opened it. “I want that report by Tuesday, young man!” she said as I left.
….I kept checking my locker and then a note was left. ‘Riverside park, Saturday night, 8pm, to the right of the waterfall, under the trees, wear a jogging suit, bring blanket.’ it read. Needless to say I was walking on clouds thinking about it all day. Making out with Miss. Goodson was a dream maybe coming true.
…..I waited at the spot with nervous anticipation like never before. It was getting dark and I see a girl jogging toward me. It was her. Her blond ponytail bouncing with a big smile on her face.
….”May I sit here sir, I’m kind of winded. She looked like a goddess as she lay down facing me. Her big tits moved up and down with her breathing. “What did you want to talk about Chad?”, as she grinned. “I just wanted to look at you Miss..” “Call me ‘Laura‘, but don’t slip and call me that in class, ok?” I nodded while looking at her beautiful face. “Well…I want to just look at you too.” Her eyes sparkled as they looked me over. Her hand moved up to touch my face. She scooted closer.
…..She zipped down my jogging jacket and felt my bare chest. Her lips were just inches from mine. She started giving me little kisses on my face. I felt her sweet face. We both leaned in and kissed a long wet and wonderful kiss. Both our hearts pounding away. She closed her eyes and began to moan softly as her hand went down my back to my butt cheeks. I let my hand drift to feel her full tits. We pulled each other together and the passion let go as we locked arms and legs. We squirmed out of breath. “Oh god Chad,….. I’ve been watching you….. all school year, I dreamed of a moment like this.” She started rubbing her pussy on my boner real tight. She tried to whisper her moans as she pushed her pussy hard into me. Finally she said: “I only live a few blocks from here, let’s go there.” I gave her one last thrust of my boner into her pussy, squeezed her big tits, and we picked up and moved out.
…..I parked half way down the block in case anyone saw my car in front of her house. I saw her car in the driveway and went to the darkened porch. She opened the door and quickly pulled me into a dim living room.
….There she was…smiling. She was wearing a sheer black night gown, a red bra and red panties. Damn she looked so hot, my cock slammed to hard, in my jogging suit.
…..We walked toward each other. Our arms came up as we held each other tight. She whispered: (…”I’ve waited so long for this moment Chad, just hold me for a minute.”)
I smelled the aroma of her beautiful hair and felt her hands go up and down on my back. I felt two wonderful tits squeezed up against my chest. Slowly our lips met, soft at first then passion took over. We our knees began to sink to the rug. Our mouths opened as we felt our warm tongues. Her hand slipped down to feel my erection and my hand felt her soft pussy. It felt like all the oxygen had left the room as we both breathed hard.
…The next hours are hard to describe. Removing our clothes, feeling our body’s, kissing her body all over, feeling her beautiful lips go down over my cock, so warm and slick. Letting my tongue feel her pussy for the first time. Feeling her jump as I licked her sweet clit up and down. My minds memory became so full, so fast with all the special thing I want to remember forever.
Laura……
……I had managed to ignore any personal feeling for any male students….until Chad came along. I tried my best to ignore him too. My natural attraction to him would not….go away. He just had all the things I wanted in a man, but he just happened to be a student. I decided I would just wait until he graduated and wait for him.. I had to know how he felt about me. I came up with the notes to find out.
…. It worked, but I never got to the waiting part with him. I never even talked to him about it. The risk was worth it as I now feel his naked body beside me. I now have that cock I fantasized about in my mouth. I love hearing us both moan with peak sexual pleasure. His warm breath on my pussy is over the top with excitement. He’s made me orgasm already and he’s not letting up. He’s making me crazy and I love it. I have to turn quick as I want this cock in me. I know he’s ready to cum, I can just feel it. Turn baby, hurry I want you so bad….that’s it …let me guide you….Oh my God!…deep baby deep, cum with me oooooo I’m going crazy….crazy…I have to pull him deep in me as our hips are going fast …..oh….Oh….Yes…Yes where is my mind taking me….YESSSSSSS!
Chad……
…..I hope I didn’t hurt her but she made me pull her so tight to me as I had the best cum of my life go off in her warm pussy. Things went crazy from there. Our bodies thrashing, twisting and all our moaning made life a blur for a while. Her pussy can do wonderful things to my cock as I feel it move around inside. She’s still shaking, I hope she’s alright. My hands still keep feeling her wonderful soft tits over and over. Her arms are still so tight around my neck, but I love it.
…..All night we continued as we both wished it would never end.
….. Tears of joy on a woman’s face… it doesn’t get any better than that……..

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I didn’t know…

**WARNING** This is a story between an adult male and a teen female, if you don’t like these kinds of stories, then please click away, this is for entertainment and pleasure. This is a work of FICTION.

Fantasy

Haunted Shores

The night was silent as I aimlessly roamed through the cemetery. I spent every night in the cemetery. In fact, I spent so much time there, it seemed like I never left.
Who could blame me? This cemetery wasn’t like your typical, average cemetery. No. This cemetery rested near the shore of a beach. It was absolutely beautiful.
You could see and hear the waves rolling up on the shore. The smell of salt water was always thick in the air. By far my most favorite place to be, especially when the moon was full.
Most people would probably say there are other beaches without a cemetery on them if I just wanted to walk along the beach at night. But there’s something about the combination of the cemetery and the beach that soothes me.
I chose a spot to relax for the night. A place where I could enjoy and genuinely appreciate the scenery that was around me.
>From there, I cast my gaze out towards the seamless, dark horizon that lay beyond the many tranquilizing waves which tumbled mournfully onto the shore.
Suddenly, I heard two loud voices, laughter filled the air. It startled me as these nights were usually quiet and uninterrupted.
I straightened myself out as my eyes searched frantically for the source of disruption.
I quickly spotted a couple. They seemed to be intoxicated. They stumbled along until they finally collapsed onto one another. My eyes widened as they began kissing and ripping each other’s clothes off.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring at them. Didn’t they notice me?!
Apparently they hadn’t because they continued to ravish each other as if no one were there.
The man pulled the woman’s jeans off and then traced her inner leg with his tongue.
I licked my lips, this was a rare treat I fully intended to enjoy and if they didn’t seem to care that I was standing right there, then I sure the hell wasn’t going to miss out!
The woman began to moan as his hands roamed all over her body. His mouth was now all over her bare breasts, pampering them with erotic kisses.
I felt myself become wet, my pussy tingled and I felt the urge to slide my hand between my legs to rub my outer lips wantonly.
Just then, he glided his hand between her legs, and she moaned with delight.
I bit my lower lip lightly. My nipples became hard. As one of my hands continued to rub at my twat, the other rose up to allow my thumb to glide back and forth against my nipple. I moaned softly as my pussy became wetter.
As he continued to finger fuck her juicy, wet pussy, she began to buck her hips against his fingers. With his tongue, he licked his way up to her mouth and then shoved it sensuously between her lips. She accepted and returned his kiss hungrily.
Suddenly, he popped up, slid his fingers out of her, placed his hands on both sides of her hips, and flipped her over. On her hands and knees she stuck her pussy out for him, teasingly moving it back and forth.
He smacked her ass and grabbed it with a firm grip. She moaned louder and pushed back against him, begging for more without speaking a single word.
He lowered his mouth to her exposed pussy, spread her lips, and gave her a long lick. She squirmed, quivered, and moaned as he followed with a few more licks, each deeper than the next.
I couldn’t handle much more of this! I shoved three fingers into my dripping cunt and forcefully finger fucked myself.
He lifted his head and kneeled behind her, placed both of his hands on her hips, and pulled her back almost as forcefully as I had shoved my fingers into my pussy.
She slid right onto his erect cock and moaned even louder than she had all night!
He fucked her good and hard. His hand came down onto her ass occasionally as he continued to thrust in and out of her gushing, wet pussy.
I grabbed at one of my breasts and finger fucked myself harder. Absent mindedly, I moaned loudly as I came all over my fingers. I thought for sure they would notice me then! But they didn’t.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he continued to pump in and out of her no doubt aching pussy with everything he had!
He gasped, nearly collapsing onto her as he came.
She moaned as she came in unison with him. Both of them panting and gasping for air.
He slid his cock out of her and they intertwined their, sweaty, naked bodies together to tremble with orgasmic pleasure in each other’s arms.
As things had calmed down, I began to think of how odd it was that they hadn’t seem to notice me at all. I was so close to them. I decided to keep watching them for a few moments more. Maybe since they weren’t as enthralled with each other now, they would be more aware of my presence.
They began to put their clothes back on. Laughter filled the air again as they turned to each other and smiled.
“Hey, do you want to go search for that ghost that roams the cemetery??” The man teased.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” The woman laughed.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!!” The man said as he helped the woman to her feet and they began to stumble off.
Ghost? In this cemetery?? That was the first time I had ever heard of that! And I spent every night here!
I began to wander off myself, still wondering what the two had been talking about. I came to a stop, resting next to a head stone.
After a few moments I turned to run my fingers along the name, just as I had usually done out of respect. As my fingers glided roughly across the engraved name my eyes followed after it.
I stopped mid-stroke as I read the name, my eyes widened in horror. I stumbled back in disbelief. The name on the headstone was MINE!! I had been the ghost the man spoke about! THAT’S why they couldn’t see me!
It all began to make perfect sense to me now, although denial still swept through me. I was overwhelmed by what I had just found to be true.
It would probably take me many nights to come to terms with this, but deep down, I knew eventually I would. When that day would come, I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of was that I now knew I had the advantage to peer in on couples having sex without them aware of it and I fully intended to use it!
This was my cemetery now, my territory to roam and anyone who steps foot in it had better be prepared to come face to face with me.

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More then I bargained for 1

This is my first story ever so please be nice hehe, I wrote it on my phone as I dont have a computer so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks for Reading. X

Fantasy

The interracial Sexual Surrogate Chapter five

This is a continuing story about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My wife a white woman is so good at having children, and we already have six! She has offered herself through a local service then finds out that the couple in need is black!

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Club Temptation

Club Temptation
It was my first night in Club Temptation; a big deal members club for the upper end of the strip market. I’d taken my turn in the small money bars around town, but I’d got the looks and the moves to get asked for a try-out at a classy gig in no time. And now I was up on stage, going through my first stage routine of the night in front of guys so rich and so sex-starved at home you could smell the money and desperation from the pole. 
My first tune was slow and I’d decided on a simple sensual dance to begin the night – saving the big moves for later on when the nerves had gone. That gave me time to look around to see which fat wallet looked interested and might respond to some attention. I couldn’t help notice a balcony to the side of the main room, a drawn curtain where a lone figure stood in near darkness. I’d been told this was the VIP area and that’s where the best girls made the big money. I would need to earn my shot at that, I was told, but giving the VIP guy the best views and the dirty looks during the routine couldn’t hurt.
At the end of my dance, the announcer asked the crowd to give it up for “Candy”, and the applause told me all I needed to know about whether I could make it here. I made sure they had some extra time by stalling on stage to pick up my outfit and slowly dress with my back to them. Then I sauntered back to the girls’ area at the far end of the room where we could pose, flirting with each other and the punters looking for private dances. I made sure to make eye contact and flash a tempting smile at my targets on my way over. 
A few of the other girls said ‘well done’, some genuine, some maybe jealous, but I smiled and thanked them either way. I sat back at a tall stool where I’d left my cocktail and checked my phone for texts. My first outfit that night was aimed at looking as virginal as I could pull off. I had gone for a long-sleeved white chemise which was so see-through you could barely tell it was white. It had frilled cuffs and around the hem which fell to just below my hips. Underneath I wore a matching bra and panties set, satin black with pin stripes in white and lace frills on the cleavage and on the legs. The panties were broad panelled at the front, but reduced to string around the hips and between my cheeks with a gold heart on small chains where the three strands met. My hold-ups were broad white fishnets with a strong seam line and elaborate frills and a ribbon at the tops. Black high heels matched the shoulder length jet of my silky hair. Thick scarlet lips pursed around the straw into my cocktail. Dark blue lids and heavy black mascara framed my eyes as the scanned the room for custom.
I’d barely opened a text when a short guy in a suit stuttered over. He must have been late forties and barely able to maintain eye contact without being drawn to my squeezed cleavage. He was clearly drunk but harmless, and simply desperate to part with a small fortune to have some private attention. This would be easy money. But before he could utter a word to make a proposal, Cindy, the manageress stood between us leaving the man open-mouthed. “Come with me please, dear”. I offered the guy a sympathetic smile as she led me away arm in arm. I’ll find him later, I thought. He’ll keep.
At the top of the stairs, a huge bouncer was holding open the drapes to the darkened VIP area. The manageress left me just outside saying “You be a good girl”. She rested a palm on my cheek. “This is one of my best customers, dear. You know how to be a good girl, don’t you?” I nodded. Sure I understood.
Once through the drapes, it took a moment to adjust to the low light. There was another girl there I recognised as a worker. Her name was Helena. I recognised her as one of the top girls at the club, experienced, beautiful and you could be sure, real expensive. She looked me up and down over her shoulder and gave a minimal smile of acceptance. She was the same height as me, tall with almost the same style hair. I guessed our punter had a favourite type of girl and we fitted the description. Her black leather boots reached half way up her shins where sheer black hold-ups took my eyes up to red panties; lace over a perfectly sculpted ass. Red lace bra, thick material hinting at large breasts but her I was behind her. Her eyes were heavily made-up but sparkled with glitter and her full lips were a deep blood scarlet, pouting and intense.
A light in the ceiling flickered into life and created a pool on the floor with Helena at its centre. A gentle light, once my eyes had adjusted and one which allowed us to make out the figure of a man at the edge. He was seated and wearing a suit, but the light revealed nothing above his waist to give any clues as to who he was or his age. But he could see us perfectly. Sound emerged from somewhere, a gentle orchestral piece, strings – not what I was used to, but Helena led the way. Her hands reached up behind her neck as she spread out her hair and slowly turned around to face me. She moved across me stroking my stomach with her fingers as she went. “Move for him, bitch” she whispered, as she slowly glided around the pool of light, dramatic swaying of the hips showing that perfect butt at its best. She was elegant and perfectly in control. 
I enjoyed the realisation that my breasts looked larger than hers and decided to play on that. I struck a pose with legs apart, weight slightly more on one hip, arms folded under my breasts, leaning forward with my tongue running along my upper lip as I glared wantonly into the darkness where unseen eyes were staring back. I slowly paced towards him, breasts pushed together, hips thrust in exaggeration with every step, then when I felt close enough I sunk smoothly to my knees. I smiled my raunchiest smile as I casually popped the buttons on my chemise and glided the flimsy material off my shoulders. I wrapped the open front tightly under my breasts as if there was some way of pushing them together more firmly. I then let a finger slip into the wetness of my mouth then ran it down the length of my tight cleavage, eyes fixed into the darkness all the time. Holding the heels of both shoes I let the chemise slip fully down my arms then raised my hands through leaving the top on the floor, and with a smooth well rehearsed motion I quickly popped my bra strap. The release allowed my breasts to separate slightly so he could begin to understand how truly impressive they were. Then I swept both bra straps in turn over the curve of my shoulders so that only the deep overhang of my breasts against the underwire of my bra was the only thing still holding it place. Carefully I leant forward, planting both hands on the floor in front of me. I was ready now to let the bra slide down my arms and truly let loose my breasts to swing unsupported, but something distracted me.
Unsuspected, I felt Helena’s soft warm hands touch my hips as I crouched there on all fours. I tried not to show surprise and had no choice but to go with it. I felt her fingers play underneath the thin straps of my panties, stretching them out slowly then wrapping fingers around them to ease the gently down over my ass. A hand then stroked gently up my back and played through my hair before slowly gathering a clump and using the grip to pull my head up and back so that I raised to my knees. Then her other hand landed gently on my stomach and moved steadily upwards in small circular motions. With a helpless gasp I felt her hand slide underneath my bra pushing it away from under my breasts. They now bounced low, their huge arc hanging below the bra; I could feel the kiss of them touching further down over my ribs. Her hand slid upwards between them, over my chest, up my neck and then a finger ran from one coroner of my mouth to other. I played my eager tongue around it before she dipped it fully into my wet mouth. Her other hand fell from my hair to ease a bra strap all the way down my arm causing the strap to fall from he other arm too. Then it moved to my breasts, playing slowly across both  before resting underneath the cup of one, softly lifting it up and letting it fall again. Her finger left my mouth for both of her hands to be cupping breasts, and then she began to gently squeeze, to separate and then push together, then drift round the bulging cups to play over my thick bullet nipples. 
I then felt her stand up behind me, hands reaching over to rest on my chest. Moving elegantly round my side I felt her hand clutch a handful of my hair again while a finger played gently over my lower lip, parting, and opening my mouth. She stood side on to our watcher whilst I faced him full on, breasts hanging in full spread. With her free hand, she began to manoeuvre the top of her lace knickers lower and lower. I saw the the gentle folds of skin between legs and stomach gradually narrow and a sparse well trimmed wedge of pubic hair peak from above. My hands moved slowly up the fronts of her thighs to reach underneath her panties. Once my fingers were above, I carefully stretched them out and manoeuvred them delicately down until they reached the tops of her boots. Her finger turned and hooked into the roof of my mouth, where she began to lure me by pulling my head towards her. My open eager parted lips soon found themselves coming up against the end of her penis. I found it already moist, clear juice oozing from the slit showing me how turned on she was. I washed my tongue over my lips to moisten them and made the underside of it glide round her tip at the same time. Then I brought the beautiful smooth roundness of her end inside my mouth, lips closing underneath the rim moving wetly around it to her delight. Her fingers tightened around the knot of my hair she held, and I felt her begin to bring my head further onto her with a gentle force. I opened my mouth wide and loose so that her stiffening cock could move effortlessly in and out without resistance. I rolled my tongue around it rhythmically and let it push deeply into my cheek, bulging it time after time. 
I worked my fingers around her balls, they were tightening and feeling cool and potently full. I wrapped a forefinger and thumb above her balls and gently tightened the grip. She pulled me forcefully down her shaft in response, until I felt it at the back of my throat and began to struggle. She gave me a moment’s respite for air before insisting I go deep again, and again. I adapted gradually and soon enough felt the fuzz of her hair against my nose and my fingers around her balls against my chin. I savoured the fragrance of her skin as I worked my lips time and time again down the impressive hard length of her cock, sensing every veined bulge and deep rim.
She moved around so that her back was to our punter, her legs spread as far apart as the panties below her knees would allow, and through triangle of her legs, he could take a great view of my breasts and watch her cock sinking into my mouth; balls pressing against my chin. Her hands moved to her ass cheeks and held them apart for them to see her pussy. I pushed a finger into my mouth alongside her insistent cock to moisten it. Then reached up between her legs to feel for her hole. I found it and gently spread my saliva around it. Her cheeks parted, her pussy gaped and it was so easy to slip my forefinger inside right up to the knuckle. She starting driving her cock forcefully into my mouth as I pushed my finger deep into her when she pulled back. I heard her breathing deepen and knew she was getting overheated, so it was time leave her to cool down.
I let her cock slip wetly from my mouth, glistening with moisture and trailing a strand of saliva. Then ran my mouth down the inside of her thighs, alternating between licking at her smooth skin and nibbling softly with my teeth. Soon I was on all fours between her legs, crouched, smiling wickedly at the watcher as my tongue played along the lace panties stretched between her knees. I licked from leg to leg along the top elastic, then from front to back I lapped along the gusset, savouring the hinted taste of her balls, ending the motion licking my lips. I then held the elastic between my teeth and artfully she slipped her boots through to step out, leaving the panties hanging from my mouth.
Then I felt her behind me, hands pulling my panties further down to mid-thigh. I felt warm moisture hit the small of my back and ooze down. Her saliva reached down between my ass cheeks and her fingers moved it towards my pussy. That felt exciting enough, but soon enough I felt a finger push against my tight hole, gently pushing inside. I felt a pressure when each finger joint reached my entrance, and a release between as she went deeper. As she moved it in and out she began to make a widening circular motion, slackening and relaxing my tense muscles. I began to move my butt with the motion causing my heaving breasts to sway rhythmically. Then her finger came and there was a pause as I felt both her hands on my hip, and soon enough the tip of her cock pressed against my hole. 
She pulled me towards her as she drove her cock against me and a pressure built up against my entrance.   I pushed my muscles out and a tight ring opened smoothly allowing the head to move some way inside. As she moved firmly deeper, I winced. It felt like my ass was being gaped wider than it could possibly go. I braced myself as the pressure built and I went light-headed until a flush of blood rushed through me as my ass shut tight round her shaft as her tip went fully inside. She allowed me a brief moment to settle and get used to the size inside me. Then more saliva oozed over my stretched pussy hole and she began to slowly push and pull, ever so softly at first, but then firmer and I heard myself groaning and blowing with the girth moving in and out. I felt my hair being pulled up again as he thrusting went as deep as it could. I was filled. She tugged my hair and pumped deeper, treating me like her big-titted bitch. A sharp slap glanced off my butt cheek making me start. And another, harder, rippling my ass. 
Whatever I felt about Helena being in charge, it was clear our man was very happy about it. I hadn’t noticed it happening, but now his trousers were open and his hand was softly strumming his shaft. His cock dwarfed either of ours, so I counted my blessings in just having to deal with Helena’s tool.
Next I felt her move me back onto her as she slid under me to lie on her back while I sat on her. I took my weight onto my heels until our only contact was cock and ass pussy. I stroked my tits softly as I made small up and down movements on her cock; hands playing down over my chest, over hard tiny nipples and round under the full curve of the cups. I slapped up against them from underneath, sending ripples upwards and a deep heavy bounce. Squeezed them together with the inside of my upper arms and folded underneath to hoist them upwards.
Then my hands drifted over my stomach, down over my hard cock and throbbing nuts, fingertips stroking down her wet shaft and settled on her balls, kneading them, cupping them and then drifting further down to play a finger over her still wet ass pussy. I felt her moan again, struggling to cope with the building enough to shoot her juice. Now I was in charge, and she would be my bitch. I lifted myself away off her cock, so comfortable with the girth now that it caused no pain. I inched backwards and as I reached to take her cock in my mouth, I felt her hands settle around my own and guided it towards her wet eager mouth. My hands slid underneath her legs and emerged on her inner thighs, spreading her smooth legs apart. I flushed the tip of her cock with luscious warm saliva, rolling my tongue expertly around it. Instantly she was tense with the struggle to stay in control. She sucked hard on my cock hoping to get me to unload first, but I was the mistress, and just to press the message home, I carefully ran my teeth up her shaft and over her throbbing rim and tip to see her squirm. She did not disappoint. But if she was going to unload now in my hot willing mouth, I thought our mutual friend was not going to get his money’s worth. So I lifted myself away from her cock, trailing a gleaming strand of saliva from my lips to her tip, sat back gently on to her face with her eager tongue lapping against my pussy hole. I reached forward to take hold of her cock with both my hands; fingers locked together. I squeezed tightly on the shaft and then began to pump it. It was wet and slick and in spite of squeezing hard, it ran easily through my fists so I could go hard up and down the length of it. 
Her pelvis began pushing into each downstroke, her toes curled in her boots, legs thrashing in loss of control, and then when her hands shot up to my tits and squeezed them with a desperate vigour, I knew he moment had come. Soon enough, I was watching in triumph as my bitch helplessly shot a stream of pure white juice a few feet into the air, collapsing into drops over her stomach. As she convulsed a second weaker bolt arced upwards and fell back over her stomach and tip and my clenched fists. A third over her stomach, and then an oozing stream forced out over her tip, flowing slowly down over my hands and fingers. I squeezed upwards half a dozen times to bring out every last drop, then brought my hands up to my face where I licked the sharp tang of her juice from the backs of my hands, between my fingers and from my fingertips, all the while looking intently in the direction of our man’s masturbation.
A moment of victory subsided. She seemed spent and drained, but sadly for her there were two of us in the room who still wanted our moment of ecstasy. So I stood up and reached down for a handful of her hair then brought her upwards. Her legs were struggling to support her, trembling slightly with the depth of her orgasm, but I showed her no mercy; bringing her over to our friend and my other hand squeezing the cheeks of her face, forced her mouth down on to his cock as his hands moved away. I stepped back a moment and observed her tight ass swaying from side to side as she struggled to breath round his giant cock end, legs buckling and needing to hold the seat of his chair to support herself.
I moved forward and took her butt cheeks in either hand, gently spreading them apart to widen her pussy hole. I brought my hard cock end up against it and stared in amazement as it gave way softly, spreading wetly as my head went inside. The pleasure of feeling it return around my shaft after the rim had passed inside shot through my balls. I felt them tighten and felt the pull of juice beginning and knew I wouldn’t last long. So I hit her deep with hard thrusts, her legs still shaking struggled against the vigour. My hands pulled her hips back onto my cock, our skin slapping together in a building frenzy. I heard a deep male groan amongst the breathy sighs of Helena’s struggle: he was coming now, I knew. There was nothing now to hold me back, and as soon as his juddering squirms on the seat had subsided, I pulled her away by her hair, forced her to her knees and tilted her head back opening her mouth. His cum was pooled on the floor of her mouth, her tongue an island in the middle of it. His juice streaked down from the corner of her mouth down under her chin. And then, after a frantic blur of hand action on my spasming cock, his cum was joined by mine. The first blow hit her cheek, the second her upper lip and her mouth, the third her chin and throat, and then I let the stream of juice still oozing from my shuddering balls dribble down over her chest.
I then held her hair tight as I pushed my face into hers, tongues and lips in a mess of saliva and oozing cum. I knelt in front of her as we kissed, cum dripping from our mouths, down our chins and over our breasts, moistening them and allowing us to rub them together, over nipple against nipple and slipping them up and down through each other’s. Dripping cocks rubbing against each other, hands resting on each other’s butts, holding us together in a slimy embrace.
As the passion ebbed, our tongues gently rolled around each other, the cum now congealing, our chins and cheeks a glossy mess of moisture. The light then dimmed into darkness and we held each other still, sensing our watcher get up and walk out, surely very satisfied. When the lights came back on, sure enough he had gone and looked at the state of each other and giggled. Helena leant forward and gently kissed me closed mouthed on the lips and smiled. “I think we’ve earned a shower and a drink” she whispered. We helped each other up and straightened what little clothes we had, then walked away arm in arm after a job well done.

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