Chapter 3

To mild applause and an abundance of lusty leers, Kelly finished her set and left the stage. House music blared through the PA system in the break between dancers.

“So, Geoff,” I began, reaching over to caress his manhood. “When was the last time you masturbated to porn?”

My date smiled and took a sip of his cola. “Just last night, twice.”

“Twice? That sounds promising. What to?”

His hazel eyes scanned my figure. Burning desire coursed through my flesh. “Redheads. Specifically ones that reminded me of you.”

I gazed at him over the rim of my glass, finishing my drink. “That’s dirty and perverted,” I paused, “and fucking hot. I’m flattered and so wet.”

Geoff’s response was a simple naughty wink.

I continued. “Um, I got off to adult theater and glory hole porn just this morning. What do you have to say about that?”

He raised his glass in salute, nodding and smiling. “I enjoy those, too.” I grabbed my second drink, and we clinked our cups together.

“Have you ever done anything like that?” he asked me.

I scanned his features, looking for signs of insecurity or judgment. Finding only curiosity, my eyes traveled down, evaluating his body language. My date’s posture was relaxed, at ease, so I shrugged and smiled a naughty grin.

“Sort of.”

I paused, awaiting him being offended or adding some controlling condition, because nobody would ever let any girlfriend of theirs do those sorts of slutty things.

“Sort of? I’m intrigued. Please, explain.”

I smiled, feeling like a feline ready to pounce. “There was this one guy, not too long ago. He was all for us going to a porn theater and watching.”

“Sounds hot,” Geoff replied.

“It was—at least, at first. We got into one of those viewing booths and I worked his cock until somebody poked theirs through the glory hole. I sucked the stranger off while my then-boyfriend fingered me. That was so fucking hot that I still masturbate over it.” I stopped in the middle of my reverie, my seductive grin turning into a frown. “By the third cock, though, he got jealous. He pulled me out of there, and we fought all the way home. I broke up with him that night.”

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you.”

“Maybe we should go to one,” I challenged. “Would you like watching me get railed by a bunch of strangers and covered with cum?”

Geoff chuckled. “I know what we’re doing on our next date.”

I shrieked, drawing lots of attention. “Really? It’s a date! I’ll make it worth your while. Why don’t you have a problem with my wildness? Everyone else I’ve ever dated does.”

His answer was perfect. “One can’t want their lady to be an untamed nympho and then get upset when she is.”

I leaned over and kissed him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly approaching. Her confident poise, assured and comfortable with all eyes lustily staring, made my heart jump.

The statuesque blonde no longer wore the cropped T-shirt. A white button down covered her chest. It was mostly unbuttoned, showing off huge amounts of glorious, bouncing cleavage, and she’d knotted the ends, showing off her taut stomach. With her scanty skirt, the ensemble gave her a naughty school girl vibe.

“We’re all set, sweetie,” she said to me. Kelly pointed to a lone privacy booth behind our table. “That’s the VIP booth, my favorite. You two go in and make yourselves comfy. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Grabbing my date’s hand, I pulled him out of the chair and dragged him to the booth. “I can’t wait to have her grinding all over me while you watch!”

The booth was luxurious and cozy. That one had a real door facing the back of the club. A solidly-built low, small table with a control panel occupied the center. A U-shaped, padded bench lined the wall opposite the door, enveloping the table. A small sliding panel in the wall above the bench opened toward the stage for voyeuristic viewing. When we entered, I slid the panel open, seeing the stage. Two tiny speakers hung on the left-hand wall, the club’s music playing softly through them. Soundproof panels lined the rest of the booth, including the roof. Some twinkling lights gave it an intimate atmosphere and a small mirrored ball hung from the ceiling.

The control panel was simple, and I played with it, just to see what it did. A dial controlled the speakers’ volume, and a sliding knob controlled the lights’ brightness. A toggle turned the disco ball on.

Kelly returned in record time. She entered, smiling at us, and closed the door, sliding the latch to lock it. She carried a small tray, holding a small bottle of rum, a bottle of cola, and three cups.

“You sit there,” she said to me, pointing. “And you, handsome, sit on that side.”

She set the tray down on the table, bending over to open the bottles. I watched her—mainly her cleavage and cascading platinum tresses—as she poured three drinks, the first two heavy on the alcohol.

“No liquor for me,” Geoff said, passing his hand over the top of the third cup. “I’m driving.”

Walking around the table’s perimeter, she shoved her amazing posterior into my face as she scooted past me. Kelly sat between us, stroking both our thighs.

“So,” she said to Geoff. “I hear you two haven’t screwed.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I just kind of blurted it out.”

Kelly laughed, her breasts bouncing, and asked me, “How many dates did you say?”

I held up four fingers.

“Four! Honey, you have more self-control than me. I’d have jumped all over that in four minutes, not four dates.”

I giggled, sipping my very strong drink. The alcohol was so intense that I coughed a little.

“Sorry, sexy. I like mine stiff.” Her hand patted my date’s crotch. “Very stiff.” She turned to Geoff. “Why didn’t you go for it with her?”

Geoff smiled and placed his hands behind his head. “Amber never gave the go-ahead.”

The sexy dancer looked at me, aghast.

“It’s true,” I confessed. “I restrained myself. I’m too wild, and I scare lovers away. It always ends badly. I was hoping to delay the inevitable.”

“I like wild! Ooh! Turn the speakers up. I love this song.”

Smiling, I bent forward and extended my arm, turning up the volume. For ambiance, I flicked the switch for the mirror ball, and sparkling spots of light whirled around the dim chamber.

Kelly stood tall and proud, her impressive bosoms thrust forward. Raising one foot, she thrust her high heel between Geoff’s legs, the tip of her shoe grazing his manly package. Mesmerized, I gawked at the statuesque beauty as she began gyrating to the soulful ballad playing on the speakers. I sat and turned in my seat to watch the sexy dancer torture my date.

She went through the usual lap dance moves, rubbing her impressive melons all over his body, shoving her perfectly-sculpted behind into his face, and grazing her lips over his neck, chest, and groin. She knelt on the padded seat with her butt facing me and her head in Geoff’s lap, simulating fellatio. Although my gaze was mostly focused on her taut ass and alluring pussy, barely covered by her white thong, I noticed that her right arm was stroking his cock through his jeans.

“Wow, that’s big,” she giggled. “I’ve held a lot of cocks, and that’s impressive. You’re making me horny as fuck, handsome.”

She turned her smiling face around and caught my eye. I stifled a giggle when gave me conspiratorial wink. I covered my mirth by taking a drink.

“It’s true, Geoff,” I managed to respond. “She has her gorgeous pussy thrust in my face, and I can see how wet she’s getting. I’m dripping just looking at how sexy she is.”

Kelly moaned, then spun around, kicking her legs up. She ended up straddling my handsome date, thrusting her boobs into his face. Staring him in the eyes, she tugged her shirt open and thrust her round orbs against his face. As she smothered him with her tits, Kelly’s head turned to me. I was all smiles, enjoying the show.

Her grace stunned me. Kelly pulled her mammaries away and spun in his lap. Placing her feet on the floor, the athletic woman bent forward and ground her crotch against Geoff’s.

“So, Amber, just how wild are you?” she asked as she humped my boyfriend’s cock.

I caressed my tits as I watched her. She was either a fantastic actress or genuinely getting off from rubbing her sex on Geoff.

“Well, I got a little crazy on the way over here.”

“You dirty girl!” she exclaimed. “What’d you do?”

I laughed and sipped my drink. “I masturbated in the bar, then sucked that monster cock you’re grinding on while we drove here, all while a trucker watched.”

I paused, amused at Kelly’s impassioned expression. My words seemed to affect her, and she ground her satin-covered pussy against my date’s crotch and hungrily stared at me.

“A trucker was beside us, and he watched me. I’m so fucking horny that I told him to record it and jerk off to it, later.” I smiled and caressed my heaving breasts. “Then, Geoff licked my cunt to orgasm in the parking lot before we walked in.”

“You are fucking wild! I’d love to party with you.”

The sexy dancer dismounted Geoff and crawled over to me. I quaffed most of my drink, setting the cup down on the sturdy table. Tingles crawled over my body when she straddled me, nuzzling my neck and ear. Her moist breath made me shudder.

Covering me with her long, luxurious hair, Kelly whispered, “Go ahead and do your thing, sweetie,” into my ear.

Feeling arousal possess me, I could only nod as I squirmed in my seat. The dancer bent forward, leaning over the table, and drank deeply from her cup. I watched her plump ass slowly gyrate to the beat of the music.

“Do you like watching this, Geoff? Watch her make me hot and bothered.”

My lust erupted when Kelly abandoned her drink and gave my flesh her full attention. The lithe, large-breasted woman bumped and ground all over my flesh, making my thighs steamy. I felt her teeth on my nipples, biting me through my top. Her tongue lapped on my tits as she pulled my shirt over my chest. She sucked on my tingling nipples until I moaned, then pulled away, laughing.

She turned around, her back to me, and arched her spine. Gyrating to the rhythm, Kelly visually teased me. I moaned when she slammed my legs together and straddled me. Kelly untied her top, and it fell open, although she wasn’t facing me. As she ground her mound into my lap, I felt her hands grasp mine and lead them to her exposed breasts.

I gently kneaded her pert tits, my fingers playing with her nipples. My entire body convulsed when she moaned. Awestruck by her athleticism, I gasped when she knelt in the seat, placing her hands on the table. On all fours, her amazing behind was inches away from face.

“Do you like her thong, Geoff?” I asked. “I have one at home kind of like that. I know you prefer no panties, but I can put it on for you. If you don’t like it, you can finger me while I’m wearing it. Then, when my panties are soaked, you can rip them off of me, wad them up, and gag me with my wet panties while you fuck me like the slut I am.”

I heard my date chuckle. “And what if I like them?”

“Then you can make me beg for you to do it.”

Kelly raised herself off me and turned around. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she climbed onto the padded bench, straddling me, and stood in front of me.

“This thong?” she asked, lifting her barely-there skirt.

I was going to respond, but only managed a muffled “Mmph,” as Kelly thrust her groin into my face. I felt her hands wrap around my head, forcefully grabbing my red locks.

“You want soaked panties, you slut,” she said, her voice filled with lust. “Lick it. Make me soaked.”

I moved my head back and forth, then up and down, simulating oral sex.

“I said, ‘Lick it,’ you slut. That means do it.”

Startled, I looked up, seeing Kelly panting in heat. I shrugged and opened my mouth, letting my tongue run up her satin-covered pussy.

“That’s it, you cunt-licking whore. Make me wet. If my thong isn’t soaked before this song ends, I’ll punish you.”

Glancing up, our eyes met, and she winked at me and thrust her pussy against my mouth. Overwhelmed with lust, I reached around and cupped her taut ass with my hands and earnestly ate her through her sexy thong. Kelly’s moans and humping hips drove me insane. When she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and thrust my face into her oozing slit, I nearly lost control.

“You like that, don’t you?” I heard her ask Geoff. “Does it make that huge cock of yours throb to see your girlfriend eating me out?” Her hands crammed my head against her molten honeypot with lustful force. “You lick it so good! I’m gonna cum.”

The song ended too quickly. I was really getting into licking the dancer’s pussy. When the DJ’s voice came over the speakers, she climbed down. Kelly looked like a sex goddess with her face flushed from arousal, her nipples hard, and her now-messy dancer’s thong soaked.

She shrugged out of the shirt and quickly tugged her panties down. All the while, she stared at me with open desire. Not letting her thong hit the floor, she wadded up the flimsy garment and held it in front of me.

“Open.”

I giggled and opened my mouth. Electric shocks went up and down my spine when she thrust the soiled garment into my mouth. I could taste her liquid sex on the cloth. Kelly grabbed my breasts and let her hands travel down my body. Her caresses traced the contours of my hips, then she spread my legs wide and tugged at the slit in my skirt until my my dripping treasure box was exposed.

“A natural redhead. I like!.”

Kelly appraised my exposed body, and I straightened my posture, wanting her to enjoy the view of me splayed out and looking slutty. Wearing only her spiked heels and the micro miniskirt, she straddled Geoff, still facing me.

“Finger your cunt, you horny slut, while I grind on his big cock.” She addressed my date. “Grab my tits, stud, while I hump your dick.”

Going with the flow, one of my hands flew to my mouth, stuffing her white thong further into my mouth. My other hand descended to my exposed pussy, and I attacked my clit, furiously rubbing the sensitive, swollen nub. Kelly placed her hands on my man’s knees and began roughly sliding her nude pussy up and down his denim-covered manhood.

“You’re getting off to this, aren’t you, you slut? You like watching me get off from humping your boyfriend’s cock, don’t you?”

I only moaned into her thong, my fingers flying over my clit faster and harder.

“Cum for me, you slutty whore. See how wet I am? I’m soaking his pants.”

Slamming her pussy back and forth to the beat of the house music, Kelly stared at me, moaning as she writhed on Geoff’s cock. Feeling a powerful orgasm building, I pulled the sodden panties from my mouth, groaning and gasping, and shoved them against my wet snatch. I fucked myself with her thong while my other hand drummed on my clit.

“I’m fucking cumming. Hump him for me! So fucking hot.”

Our eyes locked, Kelly licking her lips as my body contorted in orgasmic bliss. Spasms of pleasure ambushed me, and I moaned and swore, announcing my orgasm. Being watched by the sexy blonde dancer writhing in my date’s lap intensified the euphoria.

When I came down from heaven, Kelly climbed off Geoff and crawled over to me. She pulled my legs as far apart as she could and shoved her face between my thighs.