Bi-Sexual Female / 29
She's A Whore, And I Fell For Her Like A Teen Age Fool
Going out with my friends. I was picked up by them, we went to a club to get something to eat and a few beers. The conversation turned to guys night out, versus girls night out. Guys go to the strip clubs, the girls go shopping. Why not take us to a strip club? We want to know what its all about. Like going into the men's room, is that a urinal? Is that girl really topless? Let us see.
Our dates through up their hands, sure if you really think you want to go there, it's boring. Well, let us decide. Maybe we might learn how to do a table dance and shake our tits in your face. Not that my boyfriend lacked having my tits in his face. We went.
We were the only female customers, lots of tits walking around. After our eyes got used to the light we sat at the stage and watched a pole dance. Boring. We went to a booth and told our boyfriends we, not them, wanted a couch dance. The girl shrugged her shoulders and put her tits in our face. We asked for another girl, small tits like us. She danced much better, got my pussy wet. I looked her in the eye and asked for a kiss. I got a kiss, and a wet pussy.
I told my boyfriend I didn't care what it cost, she was the girl I wanted entertain me, nice tits, nice face, nice ass, and my pussy was already wet. My friend and her boyfriend left, I sucked on her tit, she let me, holding my face. Boys can't touch the girls, those are the rules. But a girl? Maybe yes, if she us into the dancer which I was. She sat in my lap with a glass of Champagne, she kissed my lips, and let me kiss hers and twirl her nipple between my fingers.
The manager came by and talked to her, to keep the kissing and touching under control. Extras was another thing, a grand for the night. I told my boyfriend to buy her for me so we could take home. In the car we made out, her tits felt so right. Her stage name was Helen, her real name Lee Anne. At home I told my boyfriend to leave us alone, come back in the morning. We took a warm bath and licked our pussies and kissed our behinds.
So long without pussy, I ate her with the hunger that can't be explained. Her pussy, so neat and trimmed, her pussy so tight, her lips perfect, her clit raw and ready. She list her control, surrendering to my mouth, she came in waves and waves. I felt good, I hugged her so tight, and we kissed and kissed, until she was ready to make love.
In the morning, she slept in my arms. My boyfriend came over, I sent him away again. We lazied around, talking, kissing and hugging. When it was time to get her to her apartment she held onto my hand. A long kiss dropping her off, when could I see her again? She had to ask her manager, a girlfriend was 600 a day and she had to dance three nights a week or lose her place at the club.
Our dates through up their hands, sure if you really think you want to go there, it's boring. Well, let us decide. Maybe we might learn how to do a table dance and shake our tits in your face. Not that my boyfriend lacked having my tits in his face. We went.
We were the only female customers, lots of tits walking around. After our eyes got used to the light we sat at the stage and watched a pole dance. Boring. We went to a booth and told our boyfriends we, not them, wanted a couch dance. The girl shrugged her shoulders and put her tits in our face. We asked for another girl, small tits like us. She danced much better, got my pussy wet. I looked her in the eye and asked for a kiss. I got a kiss, and a wet pussy.
I told my boyfriend I didn't care what it cost, she was the girl I wanted entertain me, nice tits, nice face, nice ass, and my pussy was already wet. My friend and her boyfriend left, I sucked on her tit, she let me, holding my face. Boys can't touch the girls, those are the rules. But a girl? Maybe yes, if she us into the dancer which I was. She sat in my lap with a glass of Champagne, she kissed my lips, and let me kiss hers and twirl her nipple between my fingers.
The manager came by and talked to her, to keep the kissing and touching under control. Extras was another thing, a grand for the night. I told my boyfriend to buy her for me so we could take home. In the car we made out, her tits felt so right. Her stage name was Helen, her real name Lee Anne. At home I told my boyfriend to leave us alone, come back in the morning. We took a warm bath and licked our pussies and kissed our behinds.
So long without pussy, I ate her with the hunger that can't be explained. Her pussy, so neat and trimmed, her pussy so tight, her lips perfect, her clit raw and ready. She list her control, surrendering to my mouth, she came in waves and waves. I felt good, I hugged her so tight, and we kissed and kissed, until she was ready to make love.
In the morning, she slept in my arms. My boyfriend came over, I sent him away again. We lazied around, talking, kissing and hugging. When it was time to get her to her apartment she held onto my hand. A long kiss dropping her off, when could I see her again? She had to ask her manager, a girlfriend was 600 a day and she had to dance three nights a week or lose her place at the club.
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