Strip Club
written by:
Vixxen

Chapter one: on the bus

I was drunk. Not really drunk but I'd had enough beers that evening that I was relaxed and playful. I sat down on the bus and got out my phone.

"r u really going to take me to a strip club when i come to the u.s.?" I texted. In a few weeks I was going from Singapore to a conference in Washington and I planned to stop and visit Matt on the way. The reply came almost immediately. He was around.

I suppose before going on I should tell you a bit about myself. I'm a Chinese woman, early 30s, living in Singapore. I'm a lesbian. Actually, I think I'm bisexual but in a theoretical sense since I've only ever had sex with girls. I'm usually somewhat sun-tanned so I've got latte-colored skin. I've got short hair and I tend to dress in a somewhat masculine way without being over-the-top butch or anything. I get the feeling people can tell I'm a lesbian just by looking at me but, then again, maybe I'm just self-conscious.

As for Matt, he's older, in his 50s. We've been email pals for years since I complimented him on a story he'd written. We'd met once in Singapore but we didn't fuck or even kiss. It's funny trying to convert the intimacy of an totally open email relationship with no secrets into how to behave face-to-face.

"r u serious about wanting to go?" he replied.

"yes. lol"

"ok. i promised id take you"

"do u really get to see their pussies?"

"u do. but i think u'll be disappointed"

"why"

"because i think u'll find it less arousing than u expect to have girls showing you everything"

"it seems like would be good. pussies are sexy. lol"

"am i going to get to see yrs?"

"haha. u wish"

"i do. i'd like to lick u."

"maybe i'll want to lick u too. lol. ive never touched a cock"

"mine can be the first. lol"

"am i making u hard?"

"yes. are u horny?"

"a bit. i'm imagining putting yr cock in my mouth. lol"

"i can feel yr tongue already"

"i'm stroking u too"

"i'm fingering yr clit. its hard"

"i'm licking yr cockhead"

"i push a finger into u. u r vry wet"

"i want u to cum in my mouth lol"

"stroke me hard and fast"

"ok. like this?"

"perfect. i'm cumming now"

"i can feel yr cum in my mouth lol"

"did u swallow?"

"lol of course"

"that was a surprise"

"it's weird sexting on the bus"

"but u've had real sex on the bus"

"haha. yes I did once. v naughty"

"what did u do?"

"i unzipped my gfs pants and stroked her pussy. was v exciting since other people were on bus"

"r u going to masturbate when u get home?"

"yes! lol"

"imagine sucking my cock again. in a few weeks u can if u want"

"im not sure im brave enough"

"have a few beers first"

"we'll see lol"

"i want to fuck u too"

"i know. maybe i'll let u"

"finger urself when u masturbate and imagine its my cock"

"haha i hope ur cock is bigger than that"

"lol yes. its thick. use all four fingers"

"ouch. maybe i won't let u"

"spoilsport"

"i'm home. i'm going for a shower now"

"ok nite nite naked girl"

"lol i'm not naked yet"

"i doubt you've ever texted me naked"

"haha no"

I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and slipped out of my clothes. Matt hadn't replied by the time I picked up her phone again.

"ok i'm totally naked lol"

"photo"

"lol in your dreams"

"nite nite vi"

"nite matt"

I was about to get into the shower when, on the spur of the moment, I grabbed my phone again, pointed it at my naked body reflected in the mirror and took a photograph. It was just from the waist up but I'd never dared take a topless photo like that before. When I took the picture I'd intended to text it to Matt but then my nerve failed me. Maybe one day in the future.

Chapter two: arrival in the US

Matt was waiting for me as I emerged from immigration and customs into the main part of the airport terminal. He grabbed my bag and in just a few minutes we were driving out onto the freeway. It was my first time in the US so of course I was looking around taking everything in. Of course there are so many movies set in the US that in some ways it seemed familiar. We walked into Matt's condo.

"I've got a question for you," he said.

"That sounds very serious," I replied.

"The question is do you want to sleep on the sofa or do you want to share my bed?"

I thought for a moment. The bed would be more comfortable but I wasn't sure yet how far I wanted to go. I decided the sofa was probably the better idea.

I was just telling Matt my decision when my brain had a little spasm of its own and I heard myself say, "I'll share your bed."

Matt looked surprised and then he smiled.

"But," I continued, "I haven't made my mind up about...you know."

"Whether to share your body as well as my bed you mean?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry, I won't try and steal anything that isn't on offer."

"I know. I trust you. But you are a guy and I know...well, to tell the truth, I don't know much about guys in bed since I've only slept with girls. But you've told me in the past that you have flirty hands."

"Promise that if I do anything that makes you feel uneasy that you'll just tell me to stop."

"OK. I don't even know myself what I want."

"You must be exhausted after the long flight. Go and have a shower and I'll make some dinner."

I went and showered, pulled on the top and the pants that I wore in bed and walked out into the living room. I was very conscious of Matt's eyes on my bra-less breasts as they swayed underneath my shirt. They are quite big, C-cup if you must know. My breasts are paler than the rest of my body—you won't be surprised to know that we don't sunbathe topless in Singapore—and I've got quite big brown nipples. But actually he already knew what they looked like. I'd finally summoned up the courage to send him the topless photo a few days earlier. "brave girl" he'd replied.

After we'd had dinner the long day caught up with me and I felt exhausted.

"I'm going to have to be anti-social and go to bed, I'm afraid."

"No problem."

I went into the bedroom and got into Matt's huge bed. It felt very daring since I'd never shared a bed with a man before, only a room. Matt went into the bathroom and I heard the shower. I was just starting to doze off when Matt emerged from the bathroom. To my surprise he was completely naked. There was his cock on view. He wasn't hard or anything, it was just the casual way he walked naked across the bedroom and got into bed with me. Of course everyone is pretty casual about his or her own body. If I showed Matt my naked body it would be really special to him but to me it's just my boring everyday body. I suppose his naked body is the same to him. But for me it was special, the first time I'd seen a naked man for real.

So there I was in bed with a real naked man for the first time in my life. I wasn't really sure how to behave. Do we cuddle? What if he gets an erection? What if he grabs my breast? I suddenly felt a bit vulnerable and wondered if I should have chosen the sofa after all.

"Would you like me to kiss you goodnight?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what I wanted but a kiss seemed innocent enough.

"OK," I replied. I rolled onto my side so that I was facing him. He put his hand on my shoulder and leant towards me and kissed me on the lips. It was very chaste. He didn't push his tongue into my mouth or try and touch my breast. I knew he was being very restrained even though I knew he wanted so much more.

"Goodnight Vi," he said.

I suddenly felt disappointed in myself. Here I was in bed with a man for the first time and all I got was a single chaste kiss, because I was being too shy to go for more. I moved towards him and our lips met again. This time we didn't break the kiss immediately. Our lips started to move against each other. I could feel little flutters of excitement quivering between my thighs. I tentatively pushed my tongue forward and found his, politely waiting just outside my mouth. Our tongues started to gently squirm against each other. Without breaking the kiss, Matt put his arms around me and pulled me against him. I could feel his chest through my shirt against my breasts. His hand was stroking my back, not quite touching my ass. He held his hips away from mine, avoiding embarrassing me by pressing his erection against me I hoped. Meaning that I hoped I was turning him on enough that he had an erection.

It was odd for me to be the submissive one in bed. With my previous girlfriends I have always been the aggressive one, the seducer not the seducee. But then I've always known just what I wanted whereas this time, I wasn't even sure. But even though Matt was naked, I was fully clothed so I felt in control and my natural instincts took over.

I pushed Matt onto his back and slid on top of him and straddled him. My breasts were pressed against his chest, my knees on either side of his legs. I could feel his cock now, hard, pressed against my mound and my pubic hair. I could sense the familiar flutters of arousal diffusing through my body. I lifted myself up a bit. Matt's cock was now firmly pressed against my pussy lips, albeit with a thin layer of fabric separating us.

"Can I touch your breasts?" Matt asked. I was sure that normally he would just have tried it but with me he was being extra-cautious. Since I had my pussy grinding on his cock it would seem very unfriendly to refuse him my breasts. I reached down, grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head giving Matt his first view of my breasts. They are pretty impressive, although of course I'm biased.

He reached up and started to lightly caress my breasts, initially carefully avoiding my rock hard nipples. Gradually his fingers approached my nipples, first circling on the rougher skin of my areolas until finally he took both nipples between finger and thumb and pinched them gently. Jolts of excitement radiated from my nipples as if they were hot-wired to my clit. I rocked my hips very slightly, rubbing my clit on the shaft of his hard cock where it nestled along the line of my slit.

I rolled off Matt and pushed the bedding back so that I could get my first sight of his cock. I have to say I was surprised how big it was. The idea of it penetrating my pussy was a bit scary. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. It felt a bit different from how I expected, both harder and softer at the same time. Softer on the outside and harder on the inside. I started to stroke him, sliding my fist up and down his cock-shaft like I'd seen in internet porn.

He reached out and pushed his finger under the elastic waistband of my pants. He stopped there and looked at me, giving me the chance to say yes or no. When I said nothing and just continued to stroke his cock, he pushed his hand in deeper. I could feel his fingertips slip through my pubes until one finger found the start of the furrow between my fleshy outer lips. Infinitesimally slowly his fingers descended into my cleft. I realized that I was holding my breath awaiting that first thrilling touch of his fingertip on my clit. He definitely knew what he was doing. But thinking about it I suppose he has played with a lot more pussies than I have. And the straight women I've taken to bed have usually only ever played with their own so tend to need some guidance.

He teased me more by carefully avoiding my clit and slipping lower, pressing his a fingertip into the now sopping wet divide between my puffy inner labia. He bent his finger and I felt him enter my opening. I felt a rush of excitement at the silly thought that it was the first bit of a man ever inside my body. His finger, now slick with my juices, returned and started to lightly circle my clit. It felt hard like a little pearl. I couldn't believe how excited I suddenly was.

He started to develop a rhythm with his finger. He would stroke my clit half-a-dozen times and then slide his finger down the length of my labia and then fuck my cunt half-a-dozen times before returning to my clit. I wouldn't be able to last long under this assault before I came. I could feel my orgasm inside me, coiled up like a cat about to pounce. I stroked his cock harder and faster now. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right but I presumed he'd tell me. Suddenly my orgasm burst. I cried out as I started to cum, my cunt quivering on his finger. He continued to fuck me, fingering me deep inside my pussy, as waves of pleasure flooded my body. Finally he pulled out of my soaked pussy and pushed his finger lower still, gently massaging my asshole with his slick fingertip. I was surprised how good it felt, even if also felt slightly weird. So I savored the last tiny ripples of my dying orgasm as his finger caressed my little tight taboo hole.

I leaned over and kissed him again. "Thank you," I said.

He reached over and got out a bottle of lubricant from a drawer beside the bed.

"Hold out your hand," he said and squired a generous dollop onto my palm when I did so. I wrapped my hand back around his cock. With the lube it felt totally different, slick and more frictionless. He put his hand on mine and showed me the speed that he liked to be stroked.

"That's good Vi," he encouraged. It felt surprisingly sexy to be stroking his cock. I wondered if I'd be able to make him come, unsure of how hard to grip, how fast to stroke. But I wanted my first sight of white cum shooting from his cock, something I'd only ever seen on a computer screen before.

"I'm close," he said, "keep going."

I started to stroke him a bit faster now, sliding my slick hand the entire length of his shaft.

"I'm going to come," he grunted. His body stiffened. I stroked him hard and fast and, wow, I'd done it. A beautiful spurt of white cum shot from his cock onto his belly, followed by another. I continued to pump his cock until finally he was drained. I put my finger in his cum almost like a biologist studying something new, which in a way I was since I'd never seen cum before. He took my hand and held it up to my mouth. I licked a drop of cum off the end of my finger. Such a tiny amount didn't have a strong flavor but it was surprisingly exciting to realize I was tasting cum for the first time.

Somehow, without either of us discussing it, we knew that that was as far as we would go that night. My first fingering by a boy, my first handjob. When I'd got into bed I had no intention of doing anything sexual but sometimes my body just takes over like that. Who knows what I might turn out to be up for tomorrow?

Chapter three: the strip club

We don't have strip clubs in Singapore and so I've never been to one. Besides, I think I'd be too embarrassed and worried about being seen to go in even if we did. We do have sex shops and I've not been in any of those either. But here in a foreign city where I don't know anyone I'm up for being adventurous.

"What's it going to be like?" I asked Matt.

"Well, there will be a stage, girls will come out and dance and gyrate athletically on a pole. They will start with a few clothes on and gradually lose them. We'll need to make sure we have lots of dollar bills for tips."

"How do you tip them?"

"You can either throw money on the stage or, more fun, get them to come over. They usually wear a garter or something similar to hold the money. They will squat in front of you and let you tuck money into the garter, your fingers sliding along their inner thighs."

"Wow, that sounds exciting."

"I'll buy you a private dance too."

"What's that?"

"They take you to a private area at the back and dance just for you. There are rules about what you are not allowed to touch but I've also read that with women they turn a blind eye and you can do pretty much what you want. So you can be sitting there with a completely naked beautiful woman straddling your legs or bending over in front of you. Oh, and make sure when you talk to them that you don't call them strippers. They refer to themselves as dancers."

Later that evening, after we'd been out for dinner, I was standing apprehensively in front of the strip club, brightly lit neon leaving no doubt as to what type of establishment it was. Matt took my hand and led me inside. He paid for himself and the first surprise was that girls get in without having to pay.

The hostess led us into the club. To the right was a bar and to the left was a stage like Matt had described. It was brightly lit and a tall blonde woman was swinging around a silver pole. She was totally naked, except for her shoes. The rest of the room was filled with tables and chairs. I guess it must have been about half full. Apart from the girls themselves, I only spotted a couple of other woman in there.

The hostess sat us at a table. Almost immediately a topless waitress arrived to take our drink order. It was definitely a new experience to order a beer from a girl dressed only in high-heels and a thong, her large firm breasts right in front of me. It felt almost as if I could lean forward and lick her nipples. Even more exotic, she was black and very tall.

But it turned out I couldn't have a beer. If a strip club is only topless then it can serve alcohol, but if the girls are completely naked then they are not allowed to.

"That's no fun," I said to the waitress. "I mean what goes better together than beer and naked women. I guess I'll have a coke." Luckily we'd had plenty to drink earlier in the evening so I was pleasantly buzzed already.

I looked over to the girl on the stage. As I watched she moved over to where a couple of young guys were sitting by the edge of the stage. She lay on her back on the stage, her and spread her legs wide. Since she was completely waxed I could even see her pussy lips from where I was standing. The two guys reached forward and tucked money into the garter she had around one thigh, adding to what looked like a substantial number of bills already there. It was hard not to stare open mouthed in amazement. I'd never seen anything like it: so blatant, so public, such raw sexuality, a complete stranger showing me what normally only my girlfriends would reveal.

At that moment the topless waitress returned with our drinks. I tore my eyes from the pussy of the girl on the stage and back to the big nipples of our waitress, large dark chocolate colored nubs.

One of the other girls came and sat down at our table and started chatting to us, flirting with us really. She was dressed but what she wore was pretty skimpy and see-through. I could see the system now. When the girls were not on stage they would sit and chat to the customers and try and persuade them to take them for a private dance at the back. The woman on stage finished her turn and left to polite applause.

The girl at our table asked Matt if he'd like a private dance.

"Not yet," he replied. "We've only just got here. We'll watch the stage show for a bit first."

"Go up to the front then," she suggested. "You'll get a much better view."

We grabbed our drinks and went and sat down in two of the remaining empty seats along the edge of the stage. A man announced the next dancer, called Trixie or some clichéd name like that. She came out dressed like a porn schoolgirl. White knee socks, a plaid miniskirt and a white blouse. She was medium height, with a good sized bust and clearly a perfect hourglass figure. She danced around the stage and swung around the pole. She spotted me, the only woman at the edge of the stage and came over. She crouched down in front of me and spread her legs. Since the stage was elevated I was looking straight up her skirt to where her panties swelled over her sex. I imagined what her pussy might be like before I suddenly realized that in a few minutes she was going to show me. The anticipation was oddly exciting.

She unbuttoned the white blouse and dropped it to the floor. She hadn't been wearing a bra so now she was in just the miniskirt and panties. She danced around the stage some more, crouching down in front of people so that they got a good look up her skirt as she had done to me. She stood in the center of the stage and unzipped her skirt. She turned and lowered it to her ankles, bending over in front of one man. He got out a dollar bill. She bent over even more while he stood up and tucked the money into her garter.

After a bit more dancing she once again stood in the front of the stage. She teased by almost taking off her thong. Everyone started to shout encouragement. She gestured that it needed to be louder. Finally she pushed the waistband over her hips, wiggled and let the thong fall to the stage. She came over and squatted in front of Matt and I like she had done before. But this time she was naked and her pussy was exposed. She had meaty pink lips with a gold ring through the hood of her clit. I'd never seen a piercing like that before, I wanted to reach out and touch it. Matt stood up and tucked a bill into the garter. I took one of my bills. She saw me and moved right in front of me at the very edge of the stage as I stood up, and pushed the bill under the elastic, my fingers just inches away from her pussy and my mouth not that much more distant. I realized what Matt meant by it not being as arousing as I would have expected. If we had been alone it would have been incredibly exciting, pushing my fingers into her, playing with the gold ring, leaning forward to lick my first white woman. But in public in the club it was more clinical and sterile, the girl simultaneously naked but not available, simultaneously one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen but not one I could have.

We watched a couple more dances at the stage before we returned to our table.

"Pick the girl you most want to have a private dance with," Matt said, "and I'll arrange it."

As we took in the show, had our drinks, a succession of girls came to our table to try and persuade Matt to have a private dance. Most of them seemed to ignore me, not quite sure of whether I was there just to accompany Matt or whether I was interested in a private dance. Then the black girl who had taken our drink order came and sat in the fourth chair and started talking to me, at first just smalltalk. She had long hair in braids, large breasts with jet-black nipples I just wanted to kiss, and because she was tall and thin they looked even larger. She stood out amongst the tall blonde stereotypical stripper types. I was immediately attracted.

"Are you from out of town?" she asked.

"Yes, from Asia," I said.

"Wow, that's a long way to come. Do they have clubs like this in Asia?"

"In some countries like Thailand and Japan, apparently. But not in Singapore where I come from."

"What's your name?"

"Violet."

"I'm Kitty."

"So is this your first time in a club?"

"It is."

"You shouldn't have waited so long. I can see you are enjoying it."

"Yes, I am. It feels very naughty."

"Have you ever been naughty with another woman?" she asked.

I couldn't believe she'd asked something quite so intimate. "Many times," I answered. No point in lying.

"Have you ever been naughty with a black woman?"

"No, never."

"I'd like to be naughty with you," she said. Of course I knew she was just making it all up, it was her job to create fantasies, but even so it felt like I was being hit on by one of the hottest and most exotic women I'd ever talked to.

"I wouldn't say ‘no'" I replied.

"Come and have a private dance."

I tapped Matt on the arm. He realized what I wanted without my saying anything and gave the girl some money. She grabbed my hand and guided me to a sort of booth at the back of the room and sat me down on a chair.

"He paid for three dances so you can have lots of fun. Plus the security guys ignore girls" she said, "so you can do whatever you want, touch wherever. They won't let men be so intimate." She gestured over to where a muscular black guy in a uniform sat making sure nothing got out of hand during private dances.

She started to dance. Since she was just wearing a thong, it only took a moment until she was naked. She looked even tastier naked than she had clothed. Her dramatic hair cascaded down her naked back, her firm breasts were crowned with big nibbleable nipples, her slit was shaved completely hairless.

She straddled my legs and started to move her body in time with the music. She grabbed my hands and put them on her hips. She held my head and slowly lowered one of her breasts to my mouth. I didn't need any more encouragement to circle her nipple with my tongue. It was quite some time since I'd licked a nipple. I even felt it harden in my mouth. I had no idea what I was and was not allowed to do but I gently bit down on it.

"Oh that's good," she moaned. I sat there, my hands on her hips and her breast in my mouth, swaying with the rhythm of the music.

She leaned back as she danced and then she reached down and opened her pussy, showing off the little chocolate petals of her labia to me. She took one of my hands and pressed it between her legs. I could feel my finger between her lips, feel my fingertip just at the entrance to her cunt. I had no idea if I was breaking the rules but I pushed my fingertip up and into her. I was surprised that she was wet.

"Oh yes," she whispered. She took hold of my hand and moved it back and forth so that I was fucking her with my finger. As I continued to fuck her she reached out and started to stroke my breasts. I was wearing a shirt and a bra but even so being touched like that was arousing. Then she moved one hand off my breast and pushed it down into my blouse and into my bra. My nipple was already hard before her fingers reached it but sparks of excitement shot from it as she started to rub it.

She bent forward and whispered in my ear. "Unbutton your pants."

I felt an explosion of excitement in my pussy. Although my rational mind knew it wasn't for real, emotionally it still felt like this incredibly beautiful woman was lusting to play with my pussy. And I was going to let her.

I pulled my hand from between her legs, undid the button and lowered the zip. I squirmed a little in my seat so as to loosen my clothes and then I spread my legs. She pushed her hand into my panties at the same time as she guided my hand back between her legs. I slipped my finger back into the warm tightness of her cunt. Her fingers slipped deeper into my pants until her fingertip slid down into my cleft and onto my clit. She started to lightly stroke my clit in time to the music as she danced. I could feel my arousal building. In private I might even have made it to orgasm but out here in semi-public I was too self-conscious. But it felt really good anyway. She worked her finger deeper into my pants until her fingertip entered me too. I was sopping wet. She started to stroke me faster, her fingertip just penetrating into my pussy and the base of her finger stroking across my hard little clit. I could feel my orgasm getting closer, maybe I'd cum after all.

Then, all too soon, the dance was over. But, wow, I wouldn't have missed it. I wished I could have taken her home for the night. I zipped up my pants while she put her thong back on.

"Thank you, Kitty" I said. "That was an experience."

"I'm glad I've made your trip memorable."

She held my hand and walked me back to our table.

"Was it good Vi?" Matt asked.

"Unbelievable," I replied. "I'll tell you later."

Kitty left but came back and sat down beside me a few minutes later. She leaned forward and kissed me. As she did so I felt her hand slip into my pocket. I thought for a moment she was trying to finger my clit before I realized she was pushing something into my pocket.

"Call me," she whispered and then she was gone.

We stayed a bit longer but it was an anticlimax after that incredible private dance. I thought about having another. But it seemed silly to have another with the same girl but I couldn't believe that it wouldn't be a disappointment to have one with someone different, that first one had been so perfect.

Chapter four: back at the apartment

In the taxi back to Matt's apartment I told him what had happened during my private dance. Reliving it all got me all horny again and so I didn't resist when Matt took me straight into the bedroom. He guided me so that I was standing with the front of my legs just against his bed. He was standing behind me. He reached around me and started to stroke my stomach with both hands. Gradually he made longer and longer strokes so that he started to slide his hands up onto the curve of my breasts and down to the tops of my thighs, his fingertips sliding across the fabric of my pants just inches from my pussy lips.

He stopped stroking me while he unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt, and unzipped my pants. When he went back to stroking me his fingers were now running over my skin, up onto my bra and down just inside my panties into my hair. Considering he was mostly still stroking my stomach it was surprisingly sexy. He pushed my bra up off over my breasts. Now he was stroking me up until he almost touched my nipples, then back down into my panties through my hair to the fleshiness of my outer lips. I could feel excitement fluttering in my pussy.

He put his thumbs into the sides of my pants and pushed my pants down over my hips, taking my panties with them. They fell down and I kicked them away so that I was now naked from the waist down. He pushed me forward against the bed and I ended up lying there face-down with my hips right at the edge of the bed, my feet still just touching the floor. I spread my legs for him. I was very aware that I was giving him the first sight of my pussy. Although he'd fingered me the night before, I'd kept my pants on the whole time so he'd not got to see me. I knew, because he'd told me, that he felt it is always a very special moment to see a woman's pussy for the first time. I suppose it is not quite the same when you are a woman to see another woman's pussy for the first time since we've all got one. But I could almost feel his eyes on my labia. It felt special for me to show him my pussy, the first man who I'd ever let see it.

I was also feeling a little bit vulnerable. Remember, I was still a virgin in the technical sense of never having had a cock inside me, just women's fingers. The concept of losing your virginity is much more fluid for lesbians since a lot of what we do is what straight people consider foreplay. Now here I was with the most soft and defenseless part of my body presented to him. In one sense I felt rather vulnerable, him being a hard rough male and all, and in another sense I felt sexy, offering my uncocked pussy to a man for the first time.

"You've got a pretty pussy," he said as I felt his fingers gently parting the lips of my sex. Then I felt his tongue, slipping between my inner lips and stroking most of the length of my pussy, not quite entering me, and not quite touching my clit. He definitely knew how to tease a girl.

I felt him part the cheeks of my ass and then I felt his tongue gently nuzzling my asshole. I hoped he wasn't thinking of entering me there. I definitely wasn't ready for that. It felt surprisingly good though. Once my asshole was all slippery, his tongue slid back down to continue to play in amongst my pussy lips. I felt a fingertip on my asshole, circling, pressing gently but firmly. His fingertip entered my asshole and at the same time he pushed his tongue into the entrance to my pussy. He circled inside my pussy with his tongue while he gently fucked my asshole with the tip of his finger.

"Oh my god that's good," I moaned. And it was. His tongue had moved lower and finally started to give some relief to my aching clit. His tongue circled on my clit as I felt him work another finger into my body, this time into my pussy. I reached underneath my body and started to stroke my own nipples. I was on fire, sexual energy burning up my whole body. I could no longer really tell what he was doing, my whole pussy and ass area was just a mass of sexual pleasure, tongues and fingers working their magic. I could tell my pussy was sopping wet, which happened when I got exceptionally excited.

Matt worked a second finger into my drenched pussy. This time it was slightly painful. I gritted my teeth, determined not to let a little spasm of pain ruin my pleasure, but also a little worried what it would be like when, as I knew he would, he replaced his fingers with that thick hard cock.

"Don't stop, don't stop," I cried as I felt the onrush of my orgasm's impending arrival. He started to finger-fuck me harder, two fingers in my rather sensitive pussy and one in my ass, while his tongue attacked my clit and drove me over the top.

"Oh god yes," I squealed as my body climaxed, my cunt milking his fingers in an odd mixture of pleasure and soreness. As my orgasm died away I felt him move away from my body. I was about to stand up when I felt something, presumably the head of his cock, nestling in the entrance to my pussy. I felt a flood of excitement knowing that he was about to enter my body with his cock. But I also felt myself tense up, worried that it might be painful, worried that the pleasure might not overwhelm the throbbing that I was anticipating. His hands grabbed my hips.

"OK?" he asked. My last chance to back out but I knew I had no intention of taking it. Instead, I pushed my hips back a little, feeling my pussy-lips start to distend around his cockhead. I could only imagine what it looked like, my brown lips wrapped around his big pink cockhead. With the bed against the front of my legs, his hands holding my hips and his cock pressing into my pussy there was no escape, he was in complete control. He thrust his hips forward slightly, pushing his cock a little bit further into me. I could feel my body resisting, and it was also starting to hurt. I guessed that he must be pushing past the remains of my hymen since his cock was far and away the biggest thing I'd ever had enter me.

He paused for a moment. "OK?" he asked again.

I took a deep breath. "Do it."

He thrust into me hard. I felt a painful tearing feeling inside my pussy but also I felt his cock now penetrating deeper into me, perhaps not all the way, I'd no way of telling never having fucked a man before. He started to slide his cock back and forth. I wondered if I was bleeding. I gritted my teeth again and concentrated on the enjoyable feelings deep inside my pussy, blotting out the fact that it had been excruciating when he first reamed into me. As his cock slid back and forth in my cunt I could feel it gradually going deeper and deeper. Since I'd only ever had fingers inside me before, not only had I never had anything so thick inside me, I'd never had anything so long. It was a completely new feeling. My pussy had never felt so full. The acute pain when he had first entered me faded away to be replaced with a duller, less intense throbbing. But it was all accompanied by the most wonderful exciting sensations as his cock stroked deep inside my pussy.

"How is it?" he asked.

"It hurt like hell at first," I said, "but it's fine now."

He pulled out of me. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes and climbed onto the bed. He held his cock vertical. I could see a little blood on it, rosy evidence of my defloration. I got onto the bed, took hold of his cock and positioned it in the opening of my vagina. I lowered my body slowly, ready for another stab of pain but pleased that when it came it was insignificant. I just kept descending, feeling his thick member slowly boring into me, until finally my body was pressed against his belly. He was completely inside me.

I finished unbuttoning my shirt and took it off, followed by my bra. Now I was naked too. He reached up and caressed my breasts and my nipples as I started to rock my hips, moving his cock inside me. It felt nothing like being fucked with a finger, it was so much more intense. I presume being fucked with a strap-on dildo would feel similar, but I'd never tried it. Definitely something I'd want to try next time I got a girl into bed. Not to mention it would be great fun to be the ‘man' too, the fucker as well as the fucked.

Matt moved one hand down off my breast and out of sight underneath my body. He positioned it just on my clit so that as I thrust my hips, not only did his cock slide back and forth inside my cunt, but my clit slid back and forth over his fingertip. I could sense that I was getting close to cumming again. As my orgasm approached it got harder and harder to remember to keep moving my hips. Of course each time I stopped the pleasure stopped building up. He pulled me down onto him, my breasts on his chest. I moved my hips up so that I wasn't pressing his body onto the bed. He started to thrust his hips up between my thighs hard and fast, pistoning his cock into me. Each stroke of his cock seemed to pump my pleasure higher and higher. I expected my orgasm to hit but instead it just seemed to build up more and more. Finally, I exploded. "Oh yes yes," I cried out as the ecstasy flooded my body in one of the most intense climaxes I'd ever had. His hips thrust slower now, coaxing the last dribbles of pleasure out of my pussy with his cock.

I lay motionless on top of him, getting my breath back, his cock still buried in my pussy, my breasts squashed against his chest.

"Wow," I said, "that was intense."

"What was it the stripper said to you earlier? You shouldn't have waited so long."

"No, you are right. I could never have a real relationship with a man but fucking one...well, let's say this won't be the last time."

"Where would you like me to cum?"

"I'd like to give you a blowjob but on the other hand I want to feel you cum in my pussy."

"You can do both."

I rolled off Matt and moved down so I was kneeling between his outspread legs. I grabbed his cock and bent forward and took his cockhead into my mouth. I could taste my own juices on it at first, of course, which was both odd and sexy at the same time. I'd never given a blowjob, obviously, but I'd seen plenty in pornos, so I roughly knew what to do. I stroked the shaft of his cock with one hand as I took him into my mouth as deep as I dared. I'd seen girls deep-throat cocks but that seemed like something too advanced for my first time. I felt his hands on my head, running his fingers through my short hair and caressing my scalp. He started to thrust his hips a little, nothing too aggressive, but enough to make it feel like he was fucking my mouth.

"Oh yes Vi," he moaned. "It's hard to believe you've never done this before."

I swirled my tongue around his cockhead as I pumped his shaft with one fist. My other fingers explored his balls, caressing his ball-sack and feeling the hard egg-like contents. I thought that giving head might be hard work but, just like with a girl, it is almost as much fun to give pleasure as to receive.

"I'm close. On your back," Matt said suddenly.

I rolled over on the bed and pulled my knees up to my shoulders, unreservedly offering him my pussy. He moved between my legs and I felt his cock slam back into me in a single violent thrust. There was almost no pain this time despite the fact that I was no longer as wet as I had been. He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, as his hips pumped his cock a few times in my no-longer-virgin pussy.

"Stroke my nipples," he said.

I reached up with both hands and rubbed his nipples hard. I love having my nipples stroked when I cum too. I squeezed the muscles in my pussy as tightly as I could onto his cock.

"I'm cumming," he whispered in my ear. I could detect the change inside my pussy as the warm jets squirted deep in my cunt, altering the feeling inside me.

"Oh yes, cum in me, fill me up," I said as he made a last few thrusts into me. It felt so dirty saying that. He collapsed on top of me, both our bodies covered with sweat. We lay like that for a bit, gently kissing while I felt his cock softening inside me, yet another new sensation to go with all the others that I'd experienced that evening. Finally he rolled off me and the two of us lay there cuddling in each other's arms.

"So how was your first time?" he asked.

"Mostly perfect."

"Only mostly?"

"Well, it was pretty painful at first. Who'd have guessed after all the sex I've had with women that I still had any hymen left?"

"Not any more. You bled a bit at first."

"Oh sir, you stole my maidenhead," I teased. "I am a fallen woman now."

"No man will marry you now, young lady."

"Well then, I'll just have to go back to fucking only girls."

Chapter five: Kitty comes

I woke up to see Matt looking at me already awake.

"No next morning regrets?"

"None at all. It was fantastic. And I'm so glad it was you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we've shared so many intimate details over the years. It seems appropriate to create such a special one ourselves."

We got up and showered. When I got dressed I remembered the card that Kitty had put into my pocket.

"Look," I said to Matt. I held out the card. It was a card for the club but on the back was a handwritten phone number.

"Call her," he said.

"I don't think I've got the nerve."

"Well, she wanted you to call or she wouldn't have given it to you. But you can't call yet anyway. For sure, strippers don't get up this early in the day."

So I called later and we had a very matter of fact conversation arranging for her to meet Matt and me for a drink that evening. She didn't flirt with me or anything and I wondered if I'd made a mistake calling.

"OK," she said. "I'll see you this evening." She paused. "All of you." And then she hung up as I felt arousal flutter between my thighs. I would be the stripper this time, naked in front of her.

We met in neutral territory in a bar but unspoken between us all was that we would go back to Matt's place and...well, the details would become clear but clothes were not going to be involved. Matt and I got there first and already had a beer each when Kitty arrived.

"Hi," she said. She was dressed in designer jeans that really showed off her long legs, and a tight top that did nothing to hide her large breasts. I barely knew her and yet I already knew what she looked like naked and I couldn't help undressing her in my mind as Matt went up to the bar to get her a drink.

"Hi Kitty," I replied.

"Oh I'm Kathy today. Use my real name. I hate those stage names: Trixie, Dixie, Brandy."

We drank our drinks and made small-talk. It was if nobody dared to take the first step. I wondered if everything was going wrong. Then Kathy put her hand on my leg. It was down near my knee but she might as well have fingered my clit. I felt my pussy flood with arousal, knowing then that something would happen. I didn't know what yet, but my pussy clearly had its own ideas.

"Who would like some wine?" Matt asked.

"I'd love some," Kathy said. Who knows if she really did, it was just part of the ritual of getting back to Matt's place without admitting explicitly why.

"I've got some good stuff back home," Matt said innocently. "Let's go an open it."

The three of us walked from the bar. I was in the middle with Kathy's arm around me from one side and Matt's from the other. Kathy slipped a thumb into the waistband of my pants. It was a lovely evening, perfect weather. Not just perfect weather, it just felt perfect. The closer we got to Matt's place the more turned on I could feel myself getting.

Matt went to the kitchen to open the wine. Cathy and I sat down next to each other on the sofa. I don't know if it was her or me that made the move but somehow we were kissing. I could feel her tongue in my mouth and her hand on my side. No, sliding up, sliding onto my breast. My nipples were already hard, pressed urgently against the material of my bra. As we continued to kiss I felt her pull the back of my shirt out of my pants. Her hand electrifyingly slid up my back and I felt the strap of my bra go slack as she instantly undid it.

"Oh my god," I moaned as I felt her other hand slide up the front of my body, pushing away my bra and sliding onto my breast. She rubbed my hard nipple with the center of the palm of her hand. My nipple felt hard enough to drill a hole in her hand. She stopped kissing me and laid her head on my shoulder, her mouth next to my ear.

"You've got such wonderful breasts," she whispered.

"How can you say that when you look...you look as gorgeous as you do?"

"I want to see you naked. I want you to strip for me."

The hand on my back pushed me forward and somehow I found myself standing in front of her, sort of dancing. My bra-less breasts swayed with the non-existent music. I'd never really stripped before, let alone stripped for a stripper. But I slowly undid the buttons up the front of my shirt and slipped it off. I only had to shrug my shoulders and my bra fell down my arms. I held it in both hands, flipped it over Kathy's head behind her neck and pulled her forward, pressing a breast to her mouth. Her tongue flicked over my nipple generating sparks of excitement that shot from my breast straight between my legs.

I pulled back out of her mouth and then pulled my bra forward again, pulling Kathy's mouth towards my other breast. Her teeth gently closed down onto my other rock-hard nipple. I gasped as she bit a little bit tighter, pain and arousal mixing together.

I stepped back again and let go my bra, letting it fall behind Kathy's back. As I continued to dance in front of her I reached down and unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants. As my hips swayed I worked my pants over my hips until they fell under their own weight. I stepped out of them wearing just my panties, plain white boy shorts.

I put my hands into the sides of my panties and pushed them over my hips, but before they fell completely I covered my crotch with one hand. I pushed my panties further down with the other hand until they too were around my ankle and then on the floor. I danced a little longer, teasing Kathy keeping my mound out of her sight. I moved my feet apart and stood still for a moment.

"Do you want me to move my hand?" I asked.

"Oh yes."

"Move my hand like this?" I said. I curled my fingers between my legs so that they pressed against my lips and started to masturbate, still keeping my pussy covered up by my hand. Finally I removed my hand. I put my hands behind my neck so that my breasts pushed out firmly. I started to rock my hips back and forth. My black Asian pubes largely covered up my slit but it almost felt like her gaze was literally penetrating my pussy.

At that moment Matt walked back in with a tray of glasses and a bottle of wine. I suddenly felt naked. Well, I was naked of course, but both Kathy and Matt were still fully dressed.

While Matt poured us all a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa alongside Kathy. But she stood up and turned so she was facing Matt. She said nothing but I knew somehow that she wanted me to undress her. I put my hands on her hips and rubbed the front of my body against her jean-clad ass. I took hold of either side of the hem of her top and slowly pulled up. I could see Matt watching as the dark skin of her belly came into view. The top had a built-in bra so that as I pulled it further up her body the bottom of her breasts came into view. She raised her hands over her head as inched it up. Suddenly the top shot up and her breasts sprung free. I pushed the top up her arms and pulled her hands down. She was naked from the waist up, her wonderful firm, black breasts thrust forward, crowned with almost pitch-black areolas and nipples.

She bent forward and lowered her breast towards Matt. He leant forward and kissed a nipple. She put a hand down and massaged the bulge in the front of his jeans as Matt's tongue started to tease her nipple. I reached around her waist and undid her belt and her jeans. I pushed my thumbs into her jeans, hooking them into her thong, so that when I pushed down hard she was almost instantly naked. I stood up behind her, pushing my body against her, my mound pushed against her ass. She stood up, pressing her back onto my breasts. I couldn't believe how hard my nipples were, pressed into the black smooth skin of her back.

She turned around so she was facing me and bent down and kissed me. I felt her push down on my shoulders. I wasn't quite sure what she wanted but I lowered my body. In no time she had me on my back on the floor. I didn't need to be asked to spread my legs. I watched as the black woman lowered her almost incongruously pink tongue out of sight between my legs. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue touch my pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the length of my lips, barely touching me. My labia felt so engorged and excited it felt like they were trying to suck her tongue into my slit. Even with my eyes closed I could sense Matt watching us, watching the show we were putting on.

Kathy's tongue started to press a little deeper between my lips. She just hovered in my opening, just the tip penetrating me. Then she slid up. The tip of her tongue just grazed my clit but it was as if a detonator had gone off. I couldn't believe how excited I was, how close to coming I was from so little stimulation.

"Oh wow," I moaned. "Keep going. You are going to make me cum."

But Kathy backed off a little, keeping me on the edge, almost cumming but not quite. She went back to licking my labia again, carefully avoiding my aching clit. I reached down with both hands and used my fingers to spread my pussy open wide, giving her an all access pass. Suddenly she darted her long tongue into my cunt. My body jerked in surprise, thrusting my hips up against her mouth, a weird animal growl coming out of my mouth.

She lifted her head up. "Do you want to cum?"

"Oh my god yes. More than anything."

As she lowered her head to my pussy again I felt her hands slide up my body until she had each of my nipples between a finger and thumb. Her tongue was on my clit, again barely grazing it, barely stimulating it. I could feel my climax building up slowly, excruciatingly slowly. If she'd touched me any more lightly I don't think I would make it, any harder and I'd have come instantly. She just seemed to sense that borderline between frustration and explosion. I couldn't stop my hips rocking back and forth under her tongue.

Sometimes an orgasm almost creeps up on you, and other times you just know that when it hits it's going to be big. It's going to be intense. It's going to go on and on. This was one of those times. My arousal was at an intensity where normally I'd have cum already but somehow the excitement in my body wound even tighter. I was even grinding my teeth, I was so on the edge.

Suddenly she licked my clit hard once and pinched my nipples. I screamed out. In surprise. In excitement. In orgasm. My body shook from head to toe as wave after wave of pleasure flooded from my pussy through the rest of my body in a tsunami of joy and delight. She circled her tongue slowly on my clit and rhythmically squeezed my nipples as my orgasm just rolled through my whole body. I could hear myself groaning without really being aware of making any noise, as if it were someone else. My orgasm would normally be over by now but somehow I just kept on cumming. Kathy coaxed more and more out of my tiny throbbing hard clit. Gradually the intensity died down. I lay there on the floor, limp and spent, my eyes closed. It was almost as if I'd passed out. There were still tiny ripples fluttering in my cunt long after she'd stopped licking me. Her just touching my nipples seemed to be enough to keep my body going, keep my orgasm reverberating around inside me.

I lay there for a moment, maybe a minute, maybe ten, I couldn't really tell. When I opened my eyes, Kathy had unzipped Matt and she had his erect cock in her mouth. I lay there watching as his pale cock slid back and the black girl's mouth. Further back I could see her pussy between her thighs. I'd never seen a black pussy up close like that before. Her labia were black like liquorice, much darker than my own, and I was sure just as tasty.

I moved behind her and started to kiss one of her cheeks so that she knew I was there and didn't jump through the ceiling in surprise. Gradually I moved lower. I ran my tongue over her outer lips, hairless and dark brown. After licking up and down both fleshy outer lips a couple of times I moved so my tongue tip ran along the line of her sex, the cleft between those liquorice labia. She pushed herself back slightly against me. My tongue went a little deeper and I could taster her juice, taste her arousal. I reached out and opened up her sex with my fingertips, exposing the pink center hidden between the black lips. I pushed my tongue gently into the entrance to her cunt. Neither Matt nor I had ever been with a black girl before so I knew he'd be as excited as I was, with his cock in her mouth while I had my tongue in her pussy.

As Kathy licked Matt she undid his jeans. He lifted himself up so she could pull his jeans and underwear down. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head as Kathy pulled everything over his feet. Now he was naked too.

Kathy pulled away from my mouth. She stood on the sofa with one foot on either side of where Matt sat. I grabbed his cock and as she lowered herself down I guided his cock between her chocolate lips and into her pussy. She moaned as she sunk down onto Matt's thick member. She slowly started to fuck him, moving her hips back and forth. It was extremely sexy to watch his pale shaft sliding in and out of her dark body. I reached forward and gently cradled his balls.

Then I had an idea. I pulled my hand away from his balls and pushed a finger into myself. I was still incredibly wet and aroused. Then I moved back to his balls but also I let my finger slide down between his cheeks until I was lightly touching his asshole. Of course I'd never touched a guy's asshole before, and to tell the truth I'd never touched a woman's either. My finger was slick with my own juice so it moved easily over the rough puckered skin. I pushed into the center and felt just the very tiniest tip of my finger start to enter him. I was surprised how taboo it felt. I started to fuck his asshole with my fingertip in time with Kathy fucking his cock. Gradually my finger started to go a bit deeper into him, first up to the first knuckle and then the second.

I took my other hand and pushed another finger into myself. When this finger was all wet and slippery I pressed it against the dark asterisk of Kathy's asshole. I rolled it in circles until her asshole relaxed and my fingertip started to enter her. I started to fuck both their asses, moving a finger in and out of each of them as they fucked. It seemed likely it would be a once in a lifetime experience to have my fingers in two people's bodies at once. I could feel Matt's body tensing up but I hadn't had enough experience of men to know whether he was close to cumming or not. But I could tell he was really excited.

Kathy lifted herself off Matt's cock. She reached behind, pulled my finger from her ass and, keeping hold of my hand, pulled me up onto the sofa. I straddled Matt and sunk down. His cock slipped easily into my wet tight hole. Kathy moved behind me. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back as my hips fucked him. She reached around me and caressed my breasts, flicking her fingertips across the ends of my nipples creating spasms of excitement. One of her hands dropped down between my thighs and started to finger my clit. My body was once again consumed by pleasure, Kathy working my nipples and clit, and Matt's cock working deep inside my pussy.

"Oh keep going Vi, I'm going to cum," Matt moaned.

I started to fuck him faster now. I could feel the tension building in his body. I squeezed my cunt muscles as he'd taught me.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming," he said almost instantly.

I lifted my body up just above his cock. Kathy immediately grabbed it. A thick white jet of cum shot from him onto my pussy. Kathy bent forward and wrapped her mouth over his cock. As she pumped his shaft she swirled her tongue around his knob. Matt spurted jets of cum into the back of her mouth.

She stood up, bent down and kissed me. Her mouth was still full of Matt's cum and she pushed some of it into my mouth with her tongue. That's the ultimate in sharing, I guess. As we stood there kissing, swirling our tongues around each other, swirling our tongues around in his cum, I felt Matt push between us. Kathy moaned into my mouth as Matt sunk his tongue between her lips and found her clit. Finally we broke our kiss and swallowed his cum. I moved my head lower and started to attack her nipples with my mouth.

"Oh god I'm close," the black girl sighed.

Once again I let my hand slip down her back. I slid down to her asshole and then kept going, curling around her body until my finger slipped into her pussy. While I continued to tongue her nipple I started to fuck her pussy with first one and then a second finger. All the time Matt's tongue was strumming on her clit.

"Don't stop," she cried.

I felt her orgasm inside her as her pussy spasmed on my fingers. I've never been able to cum standing up but she could.

"Oh my god," she moaned as my fingers continued to piston in and out of her pulsating cunt and Matt's tongue spiraled on her little pink clit. Her orgasm gradually faded away.

Nobody really said anything but somehow we all took our wine and ended up upstairs in his bed. Somehow I ended up in my favorite position, between the other two, with a woman's hand gently stroking one breast and a guy's hand the other. It didn't take long before we were all asleep, our arms and legs entangled.

When we woke Kathy had left. There was a note beside the bed: "call me next time you are in town." Matt and I got up and showered, had a small bite to eat and then went back to bed. We were exhausted and soon we slept again.

Chapter six: back to the airport

I was half awake. For a moment I wondered where I was before I remembered that I was in Matt's bed and it was my last morning.

I was lying on my front. Matt started to stroke my back, sliding his fingers from my shoulders, down over the rounded hill of one of my ass cheeks and then down the back of my leg. Then back up again. Each time he stroked me he moved his fingers a little closer to the central line of my body, gradually getting more intimate and more arousing. He was caressing the inside of my thigh, just missing my pussy before sliding up the valley between my ass-cheeks and then up my spine to the back of my neck. My body was aching with desire. Desire for his fingers to finally touch that most intimate crease. Finally he stroked up the inside of my thighs and along one of my outer lips before running up between my cheeks over my asshole. The next stroke he finally took a detour, playing in amongst the wet folds of my pussy before stroking up my back again. His finger slid back down and finally he had his hand between my legs, his fingers gently drawing twinges of pleasure out of my hungry pussy.

I moved across him so that I lay on top of his body again. I could feel his cock, already hardening, nudging against my pussy lips. I pressed my body back against him, rhythmically rocking my lips against his cockhead as I felt myself becoming more and more aroused.

"I want to do it all myself this time," I said as my pussy relaxed and his cockhead started to enter me. "I want to go on top and make you cum. I want to fuck you instead of you fucking me."

He laughed. "Don't forget to keep moving if you get close yourself. Women aren't always very good at that."

"I don't care if I cum or not this time. I just want to give you pleasure as a thank you for such an incredible couple of days."

I pushed my body back a little harder, feeling his cock slide into me a bit further. I felt tight but wet as I forced his thick member into myself. He reached up and stroked the sensitive underside of my breasts with his fingers, flicking his thumbs across my nipples. They immediately leapt to attention. He started to thrust his hips a little.

"No," I said. "I want you to lie there and let me fuck you."

I sat up impaling myself on his cock. I reached down and started to masturbate as I started to fuck him, as much to give him a show as to turn myself on. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up his phone. I knew immediately he wanted to photograph me. I was a bit apprehensive, all that Asian shyness I suppose, but on the other hand a picture of me fucking would be hot so I said nothing as he pointed his phone at me and took a picture of me sitting on his cock, masturbating with one hand and stroking one of my breast with the other. I lifted myself up off his cock until it nearly left my pussy and he took another photo, his white cock framed between my darker thighs, his pink knob buried between my brown labia. The ultimate souvenir photographs.

It didn't take me very long to get the right sense of how to rock back and forth and combine that with lifting up a little off his cock so that I got maximum movement inside me. I could feel his cockhead thrusting against the sensitive inner front wall of my pussy. I felt a bit like a middle-eastern belly dancer straddling my sultan and fucking him.

I lifted myself up off him. I wanted to see what it was like the other way around. I turned so that I was facing away from him and lowered myself back onto his cock. I looked over my shoulder to see that he was taking another photo of me. Who knows what I looked like at that angle, it seemed pretty undignified. I started to thrust my hips again. His cock felt different inside me this way round. I felt his finger on my asshole again. As I moved back off his cock his finger started to enter my ass. Gradually, his finger went in deeper until on the forward thrust of my hips his cock slid into my pussy, and on the reverse thrust I'd pull off his cock a bit and his finger would slide into my ass. It didn't sound like something I'd enjoy but it was incredibly stimulating.

Eventually I decided I wanted to turn back the other way so that I could see his face as he came. I took him back into me and then lay down again so that my breasts were against his chest. My hips rose and fell, long strokes of my pussy the whole length of his cock.

"Keep going like that," he said. I was getting so aroused that it was hard to concentrate and maintain a rhythm, to keep my hips moving.

"Keep going girl I'm cumming," he said. I leaned forward and kissed him, driving my tongue into his mouth as my hips drove his orgasm over its peak. He grunted and I felt his hips thrusting up hard between my thighs as he pumped cum into my pussy. I'd done it. I'd taken control and fucked him and made him cum.

I pulled off his cock and lay back on the bed. I was so close to cumming myself. I spread my legs for him and gently caressed my aching clit with one finger. He took another photograph of me as I masturbated for him. I could feel his cum leaking out between my pussy lips, definitely a feeling you don't get when you sleep with a girl. It only took a moment for my fingers to bring me to the point of cumming. After all, I've had plenty of practice and know my body really well. He took another photograph of me in the throes of my orgasm.

Funny to think how much soul-searching I had had a few days before about sending him a photograph of just my breasts. Now here I was masturbating while he watched, and it felt surprisingly natural. Even having him photograph me at such an intimate moment didn't worry me.

My climax faded and I just lay there as I recovered while Matt's eyes roved over my most intimate places.

"Well, much as I'd like to lie here all day and have sex again and again, I'm afraid we need to get you on that plane to Washington."

We went into the shower. He grabbed a washcloth and washed me all over, which was a really nice feeling. Then he shampooed my hair. It is a really sensuous feeling to have fingers running through your hair, fingers that not long ago were playing in your secret places and coaxing unbridled joy from your body. I could feel his cock starting to harden again. It would have been fun to fuck in the shower, but we were out of time. That was something that would have to wait for another time.

He drove me to the airport and walked me into the terminal. Outside security we kissed goodbye. I would have a week in Washington. And then, the following weekend, I'd be back for a couple more days. I was sure Matt would have some interesting ideas about how to spend them.