“there, Now You Have My Red Lipstick On You To Know Where I’ve Been."

I sit down in my chair next to my Master in the dark recesses of the club eying our next candidate like a tiger prowling for fresh meat. A cute little blonde who looks way too young to be working the joint saunters over and asks us if we would like some drinks ordered. We quickly order our gin and tonics and settle comfortably back, watching the next girl work it on stage.

She has a womanly ***, the kind you can sink your teeth into as you gingerly rub her roundness in between your fingers with glee. Smack! Momentarily I bring myself back to awareness. She is nice but only that...nice. She makes her way around showing off her ***** to the boys and I consider her for my lap. I take a sip, I’m not quite impressed yet, the music is alright and so is her body but I want something more, something unique, equally exotic as myself and begin to get frustrated.

And then I see her, she is ******* gorgeous, long velvety black hair, luscious thighs I would love to have wrapped around my hips. She moves to her song set with ease as her hips slowly gyrate and pop, making everyone’s temperature rise. She moves like syrup, slow and smooth, I want to lick all of her up, letting each of my fingers be licked clean of her sweetness. I begin to feel hot and flushed as my mound becomes moist from her seductive movement, she is slim but womanly in all the right places with a tight *** and two ripe peaches hanging for me to suck.

I ask my Master to approach the stage and luckily tonight he feels a little indulgent of his slave and grants my request. I purposefully but anxiously make my way in my high heels as I know every man in that club is now watching me, curious, breathless as I come hither to this stunning ********. I imagine it is like watching two suns colliding as our sexiness skims each other threatening to mingle our awesomeness.
She immediately notices me, she can sense my desires and she sees her opportunity, “what a good ****,” I think to my self with a wry grin and want to smack that ***.

Yes, she is there to make a buck and seizes it dutifully but I see she is dancing just for me, she is making it worth my time this little one, as she takes most of her time with me. She ignores all the men as she smiles down at me, my nipples becoming erect and my breath escaping my lips as that one motion of her causes me to swoon inside. Lazily she bends ever so slowly over, making her way down to grabbing her ankles, letting her sweet peach folds sway within inches of my nose. I automatically want to reach out and stroke it, dip my finger inside that lovely sex and it takes everything in me to just sit there and take it and not pleasure her as she seems to imply. My mouth grows dry and i lick my lips as I want to let my tongue explore inside her, my soft lips kissing her.

But I don’t, I know where I am and my place. She is there for money, I'm not ignorant. As if she knew my burning frustration festering inside my ***** she turns around, moves my drink abruptly out of the way, pushes my hair aside aggressively and kisses my neck. Holy ****! She knows my weakness! My neck! Mon Dieu! Keeping her face so dangerously close to mine, the length of time was unbearable when all i wanted was to put my fingers on her.

****! She smelled so good as I grip the seat with my nails, my toes curling in my red heels, my breasts heaving. She looks me in the eye and tells me, “there, now you have my red lipstick on you to know where I’ve been.” I was so wet I could smell my sweet musty sex as it dripped down my thighs, I wanted her bad, but so did every guy too. Honestly, could you blame me for falling for that?!!!!

As she made her way off the stage I noticed all eyes and mouths were dropped open, they were fixated on me to see my reaction, if I was really into girl on girl and O yes I was !!!! I know those men were jealous of my small intimacy with the ******** but also painfully excited.

As I took my place at his feet with my Master, I could hear every man’s thought “how did he manage to find a girl who would come here and want ***** too?” as I sat sipping nonchalantly my drink, knowing my Master was aroused from the scene and my wetness. I wanted a private dance with her but my time was up as my Master tapped my leg, it was time to go. I put my coat on and made for the door smiling wickedly as she stared and watched after me as I left. I knew I pleased my Master and either way it was going to be a fun night of wild ecstasy for me.

I still lust for her...
feistypepper feistypepper
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3 Responses Jan 17, 2013

What a great story and even hotter to know it was true!
Thank You.

What a great story and even hotter to know it was true!
Thank You.

I realize after writing this that many of you would take this as just an erotic story i conjured up. As it is written in this stylistic fashion it is a completely true and accurate reminiscence of a real encounter that I enjoyed very much, as you can tell.