I spotted him across the room at the bar, waiting for a
beer. I made my way over and ordered another Fuzzy
Navel. I wanted to get plowed and have some rip-roaring
fun tonight.
“Hey there, good looking,” I said to this fabulous
looking guy.
He turned towards me and said, “Hi back atchya.”
“What is a guy like you doing here alone?”
“Probably the same thing as a gal like you. Wanna
dance?”
We made it down to the dance floor without spilling our
drinks and started to gyrate next to each other. He put
our drinks down on the sidebar near us and pulled me
closer. He was behind me and I felt his hard-on pressing
against the small of my back. I purposely started moving
against it, teasing him. His hands came around me and
slyly cupped my breasts, fingers brushing against my
nipples.
I turned around to face him and our lips melded
together. My tongue probed his mouth, our pelvises
ground against each other, the beat of the music pounded
in our veins. It was as if no one else was there on the
dance floor, we were so focused on each other. His hands
slid underneath my skirt and groped my ass, exposing my
gartered stockings in the process, but I didn’t even
notice.
The music never stopped and neither did we. I made my
way around him, took a long drink, and pressed my body
against his back. My hands wrapped around him and found
the ever-increasing bulge in his pants. I slowly rubbed
up and down his shaft while pressing my nipples into his
back.
Before I caused him to cum in his pants I slid my hands
up to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt enough to get
my hands inside. I found his nipples and tweaked them,
gently at first and then more savagely as the music
became louder and faster.
My pussy pulsed, aching to be touched. Paul must have
sensed this and his hands slid behind and again lifted
my skirt up. He found that my panties were of the
crotchless sort and felt my shaved mound. His fingers
slid down to the wet center of my being and dipped into
the sweet nectar. Before removing his hand he slipped
his finger up to my turgid clit and gave it a rub.
I moaned and closed my eyes, basking in the sensations
my body was experiencing. Then he withdrew his hand and
brought his fingers to my lips, spreading my juices on
me like lipstick. He turned me around and moved me in
front of him, leaned over and kissed me wildly, making
me moan even more, and louder, too.
The music changed to something slower and we got very
intimate. Paul raised my left leg up onto his thigh and
pulled me so close that my bare pussy was touching his
leg. His jeans were becoming damp where we were joined.
My nipples strained against my blouse and got harder and
more sensitive as each second ticked by. I loved the
need that was boiling under my skin.
We continued dancing close until the song ended. Then
Paul went to the bar to get refills on our drinks. I
stayed on the dance floor, dancing alone to the music. I
was so hot, so heady, and so randy! I twirled to the
rhythm, lifting my skirt, flashing anyone who would
look. I was so full of lust I didn’t really care who saw
my wares.
I put my hands to my chest and started to tweak my own
nipples, rolling them between my fingers over my blouse.
Hedonistically I brought one hand to my mouth and licked
my finger, getting it very wet. Then I unbuttoned my
blouse and stuck my hand inside, to play with my nipple
without the clothing impeding my pleasure. Thank God I’d
worn my peek-a-boo bra!
Paul returned to the dance floor. I took a long swallow
of my drink before allowing him to put it on the
sidebar. Once he had deposited our drinks, I pulled him
to me and started kissing him with wanton lust. My mouth
left his lips and traveled to his jaw and then his neck.
I moaned as I sucked on his skin like a vampire, leaving
a dark blue-red hickey that looked like a squished
blueberry. Paul knew that I was going to fuck him
senseless once he got me to a hotel.
“Mmmmmm, I want you,” I said, as my hands started
unzipping his jeans.
“Let’s blow this joint,” Paul replied.
“I’d rather blow you,” I said as I dropped to my knees,
freed his cock and sunk my mouth down on it all in one
swift move.
If the others dancing around us noticed this fiasco they
did nothing to hinder us. We were in the center of the
dance floor where it would just look like Paul was
dancing with himself from the bouncer’s line of vision.
I think, rather, those around us were enjoying the show
and didn’t want it stopped, so they kept quiet.
I sucked Paul’s ever-hardening cock further into my
mouth, licking it the entire way then flicked the area
under his peehole as I worked back up the shaft. I
grasped it around the base and with my other hand
fondled his balls. I moved my mouth up and down quickly,
knowing he must be excited to be blown in public.
I had no patience to take my time with this adventure,
and hoped that Paul would understand my frantic need to
get him off quickly. My snatch leaked juice down my legs
and dripped on the floor from the edge of my thigh high
stockings. I burned with desire and wanted to get Paul
to fuck me then and there. I didn’t want to wait until
we got anywhere else. I needed his cock inside my cunt
now. I was so hot.
As he neared climax I stopped blowing him and stood,
positioning myself so that he could enter my pussy
unassisted. My left leg went back up on his thigh and he
pulled me up on him as I wrapped my right leg around him
too. With both legs wrapped around his hips I was able
to buck myself back and forth on his shaft, impaling
myself with thrust after thrust. I gasped for air, felt
my climax nearing, and started talking dirty to Paul.
“Fuck my pussy, you big boy! Fuck me hard!”
“Do you like being a naughty boy, fucking in front of a
crowd?”
“I want to see you explode, see your jism hit the
ceiling. Can you do that for me baby?”
Then I started getting louder until all those dancing
around us heard me.
“Fuck me, stud! Jam that sausage inside me! Make me
squirm!” I screamed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Fuck me, oh yes! Fuck me, yeah, yeah!
Mmmmmm! Yes! I’m going to cum!” I shouted out at the top
of my lungs.
I rode him to my climax and then before he had a chance
to blow I jumped off of him to jack him to sweet
release. The music pounded hard, fast and loud, and drew
us into its frenzy. Those on the dance floor closest to
us now had their eyes glued to the scene that unfolded
in front of them.
His jeans slid down a little on his ass and I took his
balls in my mouth and continued to jerk his cock until
he started to groan. Then I slipped a wet finger into
his ass and he exploded with an animalistic grunt and
howl. His cum shot in the air as the song ended and
those around us erupted into a round of applause.
After we put ourselves back together we gathered our
drinks at the sidebar and both swallowed them down in
one long gulp.
“Are you ready to go now?” Paul asked.
I merely nodded my head yes, as I was unsure if I could
trust my voice.
He escorted me out to his ride and opened the door for
me. He was such a gentleman all of a sudden. I wondered
why? I think he wanted more of what he had just had.
He got in and before he had a chance to put the key in
the ignition I was all over him again, like stink on a
skunk. I ripped his shirt open and the buttons flew in
every direction. I unzipped his jeans and found his cock
oozing pre-cum again already. I took it on my finger and
brought it to his nipples and rubbed it in, then bent
and licked it off. Then I slid down in the seat and took
his pole in my mouth and began to lick and suckle on it.
“Get me home fast, Strummer, before I rape you in the
car!”
PART II: Pleasure Palace
————————
Paul started the car in a hurry and the tires squealed
as he peeled off, leaving marks on the pavement.
“Woman, if you don’t stop it now we are bound to get in
an accident!”
I took my mouth off of his cock and sat up in the seat.
I left his dick hanging out of his jeans, to see how
hard he would get during the ride to wherever we were
going.
“So, where are we off to, stud?” I asked.
“Where would you like to go?”
“I don’t want to go home, now that I think about it.
Another public place is in order. After all, the crowd
back there seemed to enjoy our exhibitionism.”
Paul and I had just left a bar where we had fucked on
the dance floor, leaving nothing to the imagination of
those around us. It had really gotten me more excited
than I thought it would. My pussy still tingled with
excitement. Anyone watching us would have thought we had
just met. Only Paul and I knew differently.
“Ok, love, but I want to live out some of my fantasies
this time. Are you game?”
I didn’t know exactly which fantasies he was referring
to, but I knew that any of them would get me off, too,
so I agreed. We stopped at our favorite toy store, The
Pleasure Palace. When we walked in I was surprised to
see that I wasn’t the only woman. Usually there were
only guys here for some reason.
The Pleasure Palace was a great store. It took up a
whole city block and had rooms devoted to particular
fetishes and fantasies. There was a dildo room, a
lingerie room, a leather room, and a bondage/discipline
room. As you walked into the store the main area had X-
rated greeting cards, books, calendars, videos, little
prank toys and games, condoms and other things that
don’t offend people entering a sex-toy store.
A counter stretched down through the main area and the
lingerie room, ending in the leather room. It showcased
jewelry, including cockrings, earrings, and rings for
all other sorts of pierced body parts, as well as non-
piercing nipple jewelry; also thumbcuffs, handcuffs,
stickers, buttons, massage and lubricating oils and
other small items that could easily be lifted.
Paul said hi to the guy behind the counter, took my hand
and headed to the dildo room. To get there we had to go
through the lingerie and leather rooms. Beyond the dildo
room was the BSDM room. There were four walls covered
with every kind of imaginable dildo (vaginal and anal),
vibrator and butt plug.
I looked at the formidable dildos, like the BIG BOY,
that was ten inches of jelly dong and over two inches of
girth. It had lifelike balls and even a suction cup
bottom to assist in solo use. But Paul pulled me over to
the wall with the anal dildo.
“What do you think of this one?” Paul asked as he
pointed to a thin flesh-colored softique dildo that
couldn’t have been more than four inches long.
“Depends on who it’s for.”
“Come on, sweetie, you mean you’ve never dreamed of a
dildo up your ass?” Paul wanted to know.
“Only if you try it first,” I told him as my pussy
started to get wet thinking of using the little dildo on
Paul’s cute ass. “And I want my own. I don’t share butt
toys.”
My pussy twitched and I felt a little trickle of
lubrication roll down my left thigh. I continued to look
at other dildos and imagined what they would feel like
in my wet twat. I was sure my face was starting to blush
as the thoughts in my mind were getting me really hot.
Oblivious to my surroundings I closed my eyes. I could
practically feel the thick, rounded head of the dildo
spreading my pussy lips. I spread my legs wider and bent
my knees, letting the imaginary cock fill my snatch, as
a moan escaped my throat.
“Does that feel good?” a voice I didn’t recognize asked.
My eyes flew open and I realized it was not my
imagination. Paul had gotten on the floor below me and
was using a dildo on me! The one I had been staring at
before. And the guy Paul had said hello to when we came
in stood in front of me watching. He must have given
Paul the okay to open the package.
I felt like I was on fire. My pussy ached, begging me to
allow this to continue. My face was flushed and must
have been beet red based on how I was feeling. I felt
faint. I was embarrassed, but then figured this was no
different than what had happened at the bar, just that
Paul actually knew this person.
I looked down to Paul and he smiled.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked.
“If you are!”
“This is Jason. I think you’ll enjoy getting to know
him.”
With that introduction Jason stepped closer and leaned
over to kiss me square on the lips. I was a little
shocked at first, but quickly got over it and let myself
enjoy the kiss. His tongue probed my mouth as Paul used
the dildo to probe my nether lips. My eyes closed again
and I let myself drown in the sensations. My clit
pulsed, my nipples ached, my heart fluttered.
Jason must have felt my heat as he unbuttoned my blouse
and let it fall to the floor. He kissed his way down to
my exposed nipples and started sucking on them. At the
same time Paul sat up and licked my clit while still
using the dildo on me. I was in heaven. I didn’t care
that there were other people still in the store and that
they could walk in on this at any time. My nipples grew
hard and stood out from my breasts, allowing Jason the
opportunity to nip at them with his teeth.
I felt wonderful. My pussy was so lubricated with my own
juices that Paul needed nothing extra to make the huge
dildo slide in effortlessly. If I could describe my
feelings by a color I would have felt red: a bright,
fire-engine red. With all the lights and sirens. I was
on fire.
I reached down, almost instinctively, to Jason’s fly,
unzipped it and fished out his dick. He was as hard as a
rock and ready to go. I used his pre-cum to lubricate my
hand and started to slowly move it up and down his
shaft. He had a seven-incher that was curved down at the
end. Mmmmm, did it look good, I thought.
Paul took the dildo out of me and set it on my blouse.
Jason softly pushed me down to the floor on my hands and
knees and got behind me. Paul found his way in front of
me with his pants down around his ankles. He took a
finger to the head of his cock and swept the oozing pre-
cum onto it. He brought his slick finger toward my
mouth, but at the last minute detoured and put it in his
mouth instead.
“Mmmmm, I can see why you chicks dig pre-cum so much. It
doesn’t taste half bad, kinda salty sweet.”
Paul positioned himself lying underneath me with his
cock standing in front of my face, his face at my
crotch. I leaned down and licked it as Jason kneeled
behind me. With my ass up in the air and my head down
Jason slid his boner into my box. I sighed, heightening
Paul’s pleasure with the vibrations surrounding his rod
deep in my mouth. Jason slowly glided his tool in and
out of my cunt, almost pulling it all the way out before
letting it slide back in. Paul licked my clit as Jason’s
cock reamed me. Every once in a while Paul’s tongue
strayed and licked Jason’s cock as it entered my pussy.
I matched their pace while going up and down on Paul’s
shaft with my mouth. I had taken the small dildo and now
unwrapped it, moistened it with my saliva and put it at
the entrance of Paul’s back door. I slowly slid it into
his ass as I licked and sucked on his pole. I could feel
Paul’s sighs and gasps on my clit as I cautiously fucked
his ass. He redoubled his efforts, and he soon had me
screaming.
“Yes! Lick my pussy! Oooohh, yeah, yeah. Mmmmmmm, that
feels so good, Paul!”
As I praised Paul for his efforts Jason was not to be
slighted. He fucked me hard and fast, his balls slapped
against me with every thrust. I couldn’t help but tell
him what he was doing to me.
“Ugh, ugh, mmm, yeah. Oh, Jason, fuck me. Pound it into
me. Unh! Uuunnnnnhhhh! I’m gonna cuuummmm!”
I cried out as my clit and pussy spasmed in the height
of my orgasm, clenching on Jason’s cock still inside me.
I sucked equally as hard on Paul’s shaft in my mouth and
he cried out as he unloaded his seed in my mouth. Jason
pulled out just in time for Paul to take him in his
mouth. Paul sucked my juices off Jason’s rod and
swallowed every drop as Jason bellowed and unloaded his
man-juice into Paul’s mouth.
I turned around and kissed Paul passionately, tasting
Jason’s jism on his tongue. Then I pulled Jason to me
and kissed him with renewed passion and vigor. We hadn’t
really noticed that everyone in the store had gathered
to watch our spectacle, but as we came down from our
high it became apparent that all eyes were on us. As we
got up and dressed, the crowd dissipated and no one said
anything. Paul and I purchased the toys we had tried
out, as well as a few other things we wanted to try in
the privacy of our own home, took Jason’s home number
and went out to the car. This was one night I would
never forget!
PART III: Home at last
———————-
Paul and I arrived home and we could barely keep our
hands off each other long enough to get in the door.
“I wonder if they’ll ever let us back in The Pleasure
Palace again?” I questioned Paul.
“I think the other shoppers thought we were the paid
entertainment or something. I don’t think Jason would
ever ban us. He is the owner after all,” Paul replied.
“You’re kidding, right? I just fucked the owner of the
store?”
“Damn straight, and now you’re going to fuck your
owner!”
“You are so silly. You don’t own me. I own you!”
I reached into the bag of goodies from the store and
threw a couple of the items at him.
“Put these on, dear. I want to see how pretty they make
you look!”
Paul took the purple lace teddy and started to disrobe.
Once he was naked I realized that we needed to do
something else first.
“Wait! Get in the bathroom. No respectable lady has such
a hairy body. We are going to shave you smooth: your
legs and arms, chest, pubes and pits. Then we can see
how you look in the finery we bought!”
Paul and I went into the bathroom where I started the
hot water in the tub. I wanted him to soak a little to
make the hair easier to shave. I trimmed his pubes and
pits with scissors and then hustled him to get in the
tub. As he soaked in very hot water for fifteen minutes
I took out a mug, shaving powder and brush. I added warm
water to the powder in the mug and mixed it well. I
drained the water and put a chair in the tub for Paul to
sit on so I could spray him off after shaving a
particular area.
I dabbed a thick coating of warm lather to his pubes and
then used a new razor to remove the hair. After every
pass of the razor I leaned down and kissed his
stiffening rod, making this a more pleasurable
experience for him. I gently pulled the skin of his
balls taut and carefully shaved them smooth.
I had him stand and spread his ass-cheeks wide for me so
I could shave from beyond his balls to his puckered
rosebud. After rinsing him well I took my finger and
gathered the oozing precum from the tip of his now erect
shaft. I brought my finger to his ass and slid it in
slowly, teasing him and then probed his ass deep, making
him moan in ecstasy.
Next I shaved his arms, armpits and chest. I didn’t
skimp on the lather, as this made a slippery lubricant.
As I slathered it onto his chest I strayed to his
nipples quite often, getting him more excited. Paul
grasped his cock in his hand and began wanking it.
My pussy was starting to get wet, but I didn’t want him
to know; at least not yet. I efficiently shaved his arms
and chest bare, and then tackled his hairy pits. After
spraying him with the hand-held shower to clean off the
shaved hairs and the leftover shaving cream I leaned
over and sucked on his right nipple, nibbled on it and
nipped it with my teeth until Paul cried out.
Paul’s legs were the only things left to shave. I
slurped his shaft in my mouth and suckled on it as I
coated his legs. I quickly eliminated the hair on his
legs while giving him a leisurely blowjob. Paul was
nearing the point of no return. I saw his balls lift and
shrink up, preparing to blow his load. His legs
stiffened and his breathing became heavier. I massaged
his balls in my hand while I “sucked the chrome off his
bumper.” With my other hand I tweaked and twisted his
left nipple. Paul moaned and cried out in a roar as he
came in my mouth, gasping for air as I continued to suck
on his sensitive head.
As he showered and toweled off, I brushed my teeth. Then
I went into the bedroom and laid out his outfit. It
consisted of a purple teddy, with a snap closure at the
crotch; black thigh-hi stockings; purple high-heeled
shoes and a black feather boa. He dressed and I went
into the bathroom to shower. I washed every intimate
part of my generous body and then dried off. When I
entered the bedroom Paul was admiring himself in the
mirror.
“Hot damn! You look soooo sexy!” Paul exclaimed to
himself.
I walked behind him, wrapped my arms around him and
squeezed his package.
“What do we have here?” I asked.
Paul turned around and leaned down, kissing me firmly on
the lips. We kissed leisurely, taking our time exploring
each other’s mouths with our tongues. Paul’s kisses
always made my toes curl with their passion. I became
light-headed and Paul steered me towards the bed. We sat
on the edge, our lips still locked together. Paul’s
tongue explored every nook and cranny of my mouth. I
sighed as his tongue danced with mine, tempting me to
totally submit to his will.
“Oh, Paul,” I whimpered.
He continued to kiss me, making my body surrender. I
became limp in his arms as he laid me back on the bed.
He helped me to reposition myself closer to the head of
the bed so my legs weren’t dangling off the edge and
brought his lips back to mine. We must have kissed for
at least half an hour.
“Hhmmmmmmm, aaahhhhhhhh,” I sighed, losing myself in the
sensations taking over my body.
Paul sucked on my tongue gently, treating it like I
would a tiny cock. My mouth wasn’t the only part of my
body that felt alive. My nipples were aching to be
touched, even just to be brushed by his skin. My clit
throbbed and I could feel my blood pulsing through my
veins. My hips started rocking back and forth against
Paul, letting him know I was ready for him to use my
body in any way he saw fit. I needed him to do something
before I exploded with wanton desire.
“Please. Please, take me,” I begged Paul, thrashing on
the bed.
Paul’s lips left mine and traveled down slowly to my
neck. I adored having my neck kissed, licked and sucked.
It gave me goose bumps and sent shivers all the way down
my spine.
Paul knew how to make me putty in his hands. As I
relaxed into the bed Paul continued his journey and
strayed at my breasts, going from one to the other,
softly licking circles around my areola. He avoided my
nipples until I arched my back up at him. Then he took
one in his mouth and let his tongue dance on it. My
nipples became as hard as marbles as he tortured me with
pleasure.
As his mouth came closer to my apex, my clit became
harder and throbbed more steadily. My pussy was drenched
with my excitement and my nether lips were swollen with
desire. Paul finally made his way to my center and I
heard myself sigh with relief. The waiting was over. He
spread my flower and kissed me open, inserting his
tongue to taste my nectar. I had to stop myself from
climaxing. I wanted to enjoy this feeling of rapture as
long as I could.
“You taste so musky, so fucking incredible, just like a
woman should taste,” he said, licking his lips.
Paul let his tongue enter my box and his nose rubbed
against my clit. He lapped at my core and then up to my
nubbin of desire. Slowly and passionately he licked and
sucked on my “little man,” bringing me closer and closer
to ecstasy. I started writhing on the bed, moaning
loudly. My hips involuntarily lifted off the bed towards
his mouth, silently pleading for more. He flicked his
tongue over and around my clit, feeling my thighs quiver
as I neared orgasm.
Sliding two fingers into my moistness he lifted his
mouth from my clit for just a second, making me burn
with anticipation. Then he savagely sucked my button
into his mouth while plunging his fingers in and out of
my love canal. With my clit securely in his mouth, he
used his tongue to softly and slowly coax me to rapture.
I felt the waves of pleasure roll over me as I came
again and again.
“Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! That feels so good! Yes!
Unnnnnnhhhhhhh!” I screamed as I lost myself in
hedonistic lust.
My head lifted off the bed as I strained to watch. Then
suddenly feeling like I had to pee, but knowing that it
was not urine, I squirted jet after jet of cum into
Paul’s open mouth. He took me over the cliffs of
insanity. Then my knees clamped about his head and I
shouted for him to stop. I could take no more. After he
removed his mouth from me my legs flopped down to the
bed, like rubber. I relaxed and took a deep breath as
Paul rested his head on my thigh.
“You are such a good lover, Paulette,” I teasingly said
to Paul.
“I knew seeing me in this outfit would make you get off.
So, did you enjoy your ‘lesbian’ experience?”
“You wanted to try on the lingerie as much as I wanted
to see you in it. Don’t try to make it sound like it was
all my idea,” I replied.
“So, what do you want to do tomorrow night, dear?” Paul
asked.
“The same thing we do every night, Paul, try to shock
the world.”