in the hair at the back of her head and
held her face to my pussy the way she’d done to me in the back room. Her silky
strands brushed the insides of my thighs while she did quick flicks over my
clit. I couldn’t press her face hard enough against me. My need for an orgasm
grew more intense. I wanted her all around me. Inside me.
The image of our lovemaking in the party room flashed in my
head. Along with Giovanna’s increasing aggression, it pushed me to the crest.
There was no going back. I was going to come right here in front of all these
people.
“Eat my cunt.” I moved my hips in a circular motion. Lust
drove me to writhe and grind and growl. “Yes. Mmm, fuck yes.”
Frank’s voice sounded off in the distance somewhere. It had
that urgent note to it that meant he was about to come too. It didn’t faze me
when the warm wetness of his cum splattered my back and ass.
The patrons howled their approval.
He’d jacked off and come. I knew Frank well enough to
conclude that Gio’s demand that he leave us alone had made him crazy with
horniness.
My own release loomed just out of reach. I couldn’t grip the
bar any longer. I held her head with both of my hands and rammed my crotch into
her face so violently it had to suffocate her.
Yes, that’s what I needed. To take control of Giovanna and
make her make me come.
I growled and slid down the bars, taking her with me while
keeping her between my legs. My cum-coated back hit the floor but I barely
noticed. Nothing— nothing —could distract me or deprive me of my first
woman-on-woman-only orgasm.
The crowd went silent as if to hold their breath, waiting
for “the” moment. Or was that my imagination? Was I so focused on Giovanna that
an imaginary silence surrounded me, dreamlike and surreal?
It didn’t matter. I was almost there. I held her face to my
pussy and she responded by fingering me and licking me faster, almost with
brutal force. I rocked my hips and met her thrusts with equal force.
Then I shattered. Completely and utterly shattered and
screamed and thrashed on the cage floor. Powerful spasms sent a flood of
unbelievable pleasure through my pussy and groin.
When I came down from my high, Gio laid her head on my
breasts and panted. Her mouth was glazed with white cream and her eyes with
passion. “ That was beautiful. You tasted so yummy.”
Clapping and cheers rang out.
Frank was back on his knees, peering through the bars,
gripping them white-knuckled. Sweat shimmered over his neck and face, his hair
damp. “Son of a bitch. Get your asses out of there. Now. I’m taking you home
with me and I’m going to fuck the hell out of both of you.”
I held Gio to my breasts, loving the softness of her body
against mine, the leather of her lower dress dragging over my soaked pussy. We
both burst out in a boisterous giggle that mingled with the whistles and
chattering.
Then it finally hit me. Was this what had been missing in my
life?
We helped each other off the floor. I peered over the crowd
where Starla swung around the pole. Her eyes shifted our way. She had a scowl
on her pretty face, and rightly so because her stage had maybe three or four
people around it. Not two hours ago I’d been on that very stage with
practically the whole club swarming around me but I’d been so bored to tears
and wondering what that sense of emptiness was inside me.
So I’d been surrounded by hot chicks for over a year now here
at Puss ’N Tush and it had taken me this long to realize I wanted a woman in my
life?
Huh. Flabbergasting.
Does this mean I’m bisexual ?
I combed my fingers through my hair and mumbled to myself,
just low enough so Gio couldn’t hear me. “Dammit, I’m so confused. Is this just
play, experimentation or for real?”
Well there was only one way to find out. Keep it up. Test
myself.
I thought of Frank and our marriage, how I’d been such a
selfish bitch and totally screwed him over.
A warm sensation flooded my chest, recalling
held her face to my pussy the way she’d done to me in the back room. Her silky
strands brushed the insides of my thighs while she did quick flicks over my
clit. I couldn’t press her face hard enough against me. My need for an orgasm
grew more intense. I wanted her all around me. Inside me.
The image of our lovemaking in the party room flashed in my
head. Along with Giovanna’s increasing aggression, it pushed me to the crest.
There was no going back. I was going to come right here in front of all these
people.
“Eat my cunt.” I moved my hips in a circular motion. Lust
drove me to writhe and grind and growl. “Yes. Mmm, fuck yes.”
Frank’s voice sounded off in the distance somewhere. It had
that urgent note to it that meant he was about to come too. It didn’t faze me
when the warm wetness of his cum splattered my back and ass.
The patrons howled their approval.
He’d jacked off and come. I knew Frank well enough to
conclude that Gio’s demand that he leave us alone had made him crazy with
horniness.
My own release loomed just out of reach. I couldn’t grip the
bar any longer. I held her head with both of my hands and rammed my crotch into
her face so violently it had to suffocate her.
Yes, that’s what I needed. To take control of Giovanna and
make her make me come.
I growled and slid down the bars, taking her with me while
keeping her between my legs. My cum-coated back hit the floor but I barely
noticed. Nothing— nothing —could distract me or deprive me of my first
woman-on-woman-only orgasm.
The crowd went silent as if to hold their breath, waiting
for “the” moment. Or was that my imagination? Was I so focused on Giovanna that
an imaginary silence surrounded me, dreamlike and surreal?
It didn’t matter. I was almost there. I held her face to my
pussy and she responded by fingering me and licking me faster, almost with
brutal force. I rocked my hips and met her thrusts with equal force.
Then I shattered. Completely and utterly shattered and
screamed and thrashed on the cage floor. Powerful spasms sent a flood of
unbelievable pleasure through my pussy and groin.
When I came down from my high, Gio laid her head on my
breasts and panted. Her mouth was glazed with white cream and her eyes with
passion. “ That was beautiful. You tasted so yummy.”
Clapping and cheers rang out.
Frank was back on his knees, peering through the bars,
gripping them white-knuckled. Sweat shimmered over his neck and face, his hair
damp. “Son of a bitch. Get your asses out of there. Now. I’m taking you home
with me and I’m going to fuck the hell out of both of you.”
I held Gio to my breasts, loving the softness of her body
against mine, the leather of her lower dress dragging over my soaked pussy. We
both burst out in a boisterous giggle that mingled with the whistles and
chattering.
Then it finally hit me. Was this what had been missing in my
life?
We helped each other off the floor. I peered over the crowd
where Starla swung around the pole. Her eyes shifted our way. She had a scowl
on her pretty face, and rightly so because her stage had maybe three or four
people around it. Not two hours ago I’d been on that very stage with
practically the whole club swarming around me but I’d been so bored to tears
and wondering what that sense of emptiness was inside me.
So I’d been surrounded by hot chicks for over a year now here
at Puss ’N Tush and it had taken me this long to realize I wanted a woman in my
life?
Huh. Flabbergasting.
Does this mean I’m bisexual ?
I combed my fingers through my hair and mumbled to myself,
just low enough so Gio couldn’t hear me. “Dammit, I’m so confused. Is this just
play, experimentation or for real?”
Well there was only one way to find out. Keep it up. Test
myself.
I thought of Frank and our marriage, how I’d been such a
selfish bitch and totally screwed him over.
A warm sensation flooded my chest, recalling
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