Sexual Haven

[Huntress]

Varly

“You looked so pensive and lonely,” Varly murmured into Jorja’s soft blond hair. “What I had in mind was the offer of solace.”

She straightened up to her full six feet and two inches, gazing directly into the clear gray eyes and, still holding Jorja’s hand, inhaled deeply of her scent. Pulling the slight but voluptuous figure closer, she gently stroked the delicate neck with her free hand, letting her sensitive fingers trail down the gentle curve of shoulder and breast to linger over the erect nipple. Jorja’s little gasp at the touch was provactive and inviting. Varly smiled slightly and tenderly cupped the shapely breast.

Continuing to hold Jorja’s gaze, she slowly lowered her head until her lips were hovering just millimeters away – warm breath touching warm breath, the scent of each others skin overwhelming in its complexity. Varly brushed Jorja’s full lower lip with her own, and again, then softly pressed a langorous kiss upon her full mouth. She tasted of gin and hidden, hot sweetness.

As Varly broke the embrace she watched Jorja’s eyes for reaction. Men she didn’t wait for as they were always more than eager for her touch. A woman, however, was to be respected and not rushed.

 

[Guest]

Kitty

Kitty felt like screaming out from the pleasure Travis' mouth was giving her. No one had ever done this to her before, of course - she would never allow it. There was a different kind of intimacy involved here, and it scared her. The fact that he hauled her up onto the table without any chance to say anything turned her on immensely.

Between small moans and gasps she managed to whisper "do you normally take whatever you want?" She tried to sound offended - he didn't buy it. He glanced up at her briefly without answering, but she could feel his smile against her thigh. He continued to plunge his tounge into her, using his teeth to nip at her clit.

No longer able to keep quiet, Kitty let out a long loud moan before she bit her lower lip to restrain herself. Travis seemed to enjoy that, she could feel his low laughter reaching deep inside of her.

Talent, she thought, this has to be a god-given talent. Kitty continued to ride the wave of her excitement - and unconciously began to run her fingers through Travis' hair

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

There were surely things in life that Travis enjoyed more than giving head to a woman. At the moment, though, he couldn’t think of what they might be. The pleasures of this special, intimate kiss were many, appealing as it did so powerfully to all five senses, and Travis regretted having dulled his with drink as he began to lose himself in this lovely girl.

Travis nibbled gently up and down Kitty’s outer lips, and then he gingerly pulled her open with his fingers. Her delicate pink inner lips glistened with her juices, and her engorged little clit peeked out from under its hood. Travis ran his tongue up the length of Kitty’s slit again, swirled it around her clit a couple of times, and then licked back down. Travis moaned--a deep, low, satisfied moan—as he savored the taste of her. The funky perfume of her sex combined with the clean floral after-scents of soap or lotions or body oils to create a heady bouquet that made him even more intoxicated than he already was.

He thrust his tongue inside her and swirled it around slowly, wishing it were long enough to give her a good fucking. While his left hand caressed her firm, shapely thighs, his right hand explored her hard, flat stomach and her prominent pubic mound with its patch of thick, black, wiry-silky hair. Kitty was very wet, and Travis slipped two fingers of his left hand inside her and began slowly to finger-fuck her while he flicked his tongue over her clit.

After a moment, he lifted his head to give his mouth and tongue a brief rest. Placing his right index and middle fingers on either side of her clit, he pressed hard and began rubbing in a slow circular motion as he plunged the fingers of his left hand steadily in and out of her. After another moment, he pulled his fingers from her and lifted them to her lips, inviting her to taste herself. She hesitated for just an instant—but then she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers, closing her eyes and groaning softly.

While she sucked his fingers, Travis kissed her inner thighs, and then he thrust his tongue inside her again, letting it move lower and lower until he could lick and probe at the puckered little rosebud that guarded her back door. Kitty’s breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow with each passing moment. She didn’t seem to know whether to lie back and enjoy it, or whether to try to reciprocate somehow. Her hands clutched at him, and she seemed to alternate between wanting to pull him up on top of her and holding him right where he was.

Travis lifted his head again and grinned up at her, gently rubbing her stomach and her thigh. "Tell me what you want, baby," he said softly. "If you don't want me to take what I want, then tell me what you want."

 

[Lustyoo]

Sasha watched as Geoffery sucked on each of her fingers, ones that had only just seconds ago been emmersed deep insider her slick cunt.
He brought her hand down slowly and presssed it on his cock. Sasha smiled and slid a finger slowly along the tip before moving her hand up and down his massive hardness. Sasha loved the feel of the cock sliding in her hands, she brought her other hand into the game and started to caress Geoffery''s balls lightly.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Although Jorja had been tentative about this encounter at first, the patient knowing touch of a woman was nothing like she had been prepared for. Where men would have rushed through the foreplay, she took passionate courtship to a different level. Licking Varly's lips slowly, and opening her mouth to the kiss, she ran her nails delicately along her collar bone from the back of her neck to where the low cut front of her shirt met with the warm soft skin. One hand pressed firmly against the back of the other woman's neck was enough to indicate her want and need.

Dropping caution to the wind, she felt the eagerness of an erotic touch she had felt earlier this evening creep back into her spirit. She let her lips trail down the gentle curve of a chin, the sweetness of bare skin and slight bitter aftertaste of perfume on Varly's neck, pulling at the rough material of her top. Jorja leaned back on the hood of the car, and let the warmth of a body on top of her and the cold metal pressing against her bare back send shivers throughout her senses.

 

[celiaKitten]

Kitty

“Hmm, I think there are better ways than words,” Kitty purred into Travis’ ear. Sliding down from her perch, she leaned forward to fuse her mouth to his, tasting herself with a faint touch of alcohol.

This was so unlike her, she was usually so cautious. Always choosing carefully, always in control. He had stripped her of any semblance of restraint the second his tongue curled inside her.

To hell with it, she thought.

Her hands fell down to his jeans. Expertly hooking her fingers, she quickly rid his lower half of clothing, fully exposing his cock.
Getting to her knees Kitty began to lightly stroke his ass with her hands while nuzzling the crease where leg met hip. Nudging his legs further apart she reached between them to play with the twin balls, holding them while she gave them a tongue bath worthy of a true kitten.

Kitty wasn’t sure what Travis was thinking now that she’d taken the lead; she doubted he was disappointed. A sly smile spread across her face when she felt his hands reaching into her long mane of curls. She risked looking up at him only to find
his eyes mirroring her own: curious, cautious and yet intensely eager. Kitty maintained eye contact as she began to focus her attention on his penis.

Kitty continued her tongue bath - leaving no territory unmarked in her exploration. Her hands roamed over his tense legs, grasped his firm ass as she brought the head of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the rim. She was quickly
rewarded with a moan from her partner, and a tighter grip on her hair.

Laughing softly, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the delicious treat in her mouth. Slowly, she began to lick and suck her way down his shaft, feeling it pulse and quiver on her tongue.

Looking up again at Travis, she found his eyes still on her. The corner of his mouth curled up in a sweet half-smile, and he touched her face, fingers tracing her brow.
Kitty continued lavishing him with her mouth, and remained caught in his gaze.

 

[polywog]

geofery

I let my head loll backward and smiled, mouthing the words,
"well squeeze my meat and tickle my balls, honey"

I just soak up the sensations. A real woman enjoys playing with such equipment as mine. I long for Sasha to put my meat into something warm, wet, and wild.

In the meantime, I liked the smell of her, so, I asked "Wanna lie back on that table? Yeah, the one under the flood light. If not I could lie on it.."

 

[Lustyoo]

Sasha grinned in appreciation and anticipation, slowly removing her hand from Geoffery's straining cock. She quickly and effiently got rid of all her clothes and stretched back on the table he had indicated.
'What were you plannin' or is it a surprise?'

 

[polywog]

geofery

I swear I never saw a woman strip as fast as Sasha.

I love a game broad. She has a ravishing figure, more sexy for her public nakedness. The band has picked up a funky bassline and the beat has simplified and gotten more prominant. The lead paused to change to his fender strat. I knew the sound he was looking to.

Sasha asks what is the plan. "Plan? Only a vague image of you being ravished." I said aloud. The strong light cast shadows under her breasts and abdomen, as she stood. I removed my clothes as quickly as I could. She hiked her bubble butt onto the table and lay down, my perspective of her vulva brightly illuminated. I approach and she reaches out, grasping my tool firmly and twisting her body, she places it definitely, deeply in her warm mouth.

She looks coyly up at me and I wonder how she has the guts to proceed. We have attracted a lot of atention, like a performance.
I close my eyes again. I raise my right leg and place it on the far side of her head. I can now drive my modest 8'' straight down into her throat.

I pump into her gobbling mouth. As soon as she has put down her gag reflex and takes me all the way in, I lean over and dive for her soft, trim muff, my upper lip sorting thru the fur, finding the bump, I use my tongue to delineate her hood circumlocuting her button. She shivers and a muffled moan escpes her busy lips.

Sasha is having such a time. I press my lips and tongue as hard as I can onto her clit and the nerves that run up and down under her mucus membranes. She creams and oozes, my face is smeared with her juices. She raises her shapely legs and crosses them behind my head, her thighs cutting off all sound but that conducted by bone.

I can see everything she's got and I want to lick and penetrate all of it. She squeezes and forces my face deeply into her crevass. While my pubic bone bangs into her chin, my eyes are pressed by her butt, my nose is shoved deep in her pussy, my mouth all over her lips and clit, my lips rocking back and forth over it.

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

After giving his balls and cock a tongue-bath, Kitty wrapped her lips around the head of Travis’s dick and sucked—gently at first, and then harder. She held his gaze for a moment more, but then she closed her eyes and began milking the shaft as her tongue swirled slowly around the thick, swollen plum of his cock-head.

Travis damn near collapsed when he felt the velvety warmth of Kitty's lips engulf him. His knees felt rubbery and his stomach churned as he watched her begin slowly to bob up and down on the end of his cock. Her free hand roamed over his body, rubbing and massaging his thighs, his butt, his stomach, and he thought he heard her growl a bit—a low, throaty sound somewhere deep within her—as she began to gain confidence from his reaction to her performance.

What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm, Travis thought, as he smiled down on her. He ran his fingers through her long, dark curls and caressed her brow and her cheeks. She opened her eyes again and looked up at him, her gaze betraying her lust and her excitement. She pulled his cock from her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at him mischievously, smugly. Travis brushed his fingers lightly over her lips and chin, telling her how good it felt, and Kitty took a deep breath, opened her mouth and swallowed him again.

She sucked him for a few more seconds, and then she began licking up and down the shaft again, flicking her tongue lightly over the pulsing tube of flesh. Travis reached down and took her hand, pulling her to her feet again. “C’mere, baby,” he said softly, sitting down on a chair. “C’mere and sit on my lap.”

 

[celiaKitten]

kitty

Kitty stood in front of Travis, her hair rumpled, clothing strewn around her feet, her lips glistening from her own saliva. Taking his extended hand, he began to pull her toward him. Kitty felt a small tug in her stomach, a slight thrill of what was to come. She licked her lips in anticipation, the sexual tension between them was far too taut not to snap violently. She could tell Travis was having similar thoughts, how could he not when such sparks were visible in this smoky darkness?

Travis nudged her legs apart, Kitty took the cue and straddled him on the chair, letting her breasts drag down his chest as she lowered herself onto his cock. She buried her head in his neck while he began to pump his way inside her, filling her slowly using her ass as leverage to pull her body up and down.

Looking up at him again, she could only manage a whisper in her excitement "Was this what you had in mind darling?"

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

As he felt his cock tunnel slowly up inside Kitty’s hot, slippery pussy, Travis closed his eyes and let his head roll back, savoring every millisecond of pleasure from this initial penetration. Gripping her ass firmly in his hands, he helped support her as she squatted down onto him. “Oh, fuck yeah, darlin’,” he murmured, feeling her nipples graze his chest, “this is just what the doctor ordered.”

Kitty closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she bounced up and down on him gently—once, twice, three times—and then lowered herself all the way down until he was buried inside her. “Oh, shit,” she giggled, resting her hands lightly on his shoulders and rotating her hips, feeling the thick length of him inside her belly. She leaned forward, pressing her chest and stomach against his and nuzzling his neck again with her nose and lips. Then she took his face in her hands and brushed her lips softly against his. “This feels so-o-o-o good,” she breathed.

Travis sank his fingers into the soft pillows of her ass, squeezing and massaging them roughly, and then he ran them lightly up her back until his fingers were ensnarled in her long, black curls. Their mouths sucked at each other’s tongues hungrily as Travis and Kitty began rotating their hips together slowly. Travis wanted desperately to fuck this young beauty, to drive his cock in and out her again and again, but Kitty kept her weight fully on him, grinding her clit against the base of his shaft, as if she didn’t want to let a single inch of him escape.

Travis sucked on her bottom lip and let his hands wander down to her firm, full tits again. “Oh, fuck,” Kitty groaned, when he touched them. Travis chuckled, realizing how sensitive she was there, and pinched her taut nipples to make her gasp once more. “You fuck—you fucker,” she groaned, knowing he was toying with her again. “What are you doing to me?” she whimpered.

“You love it, don’t you?” he teased. “Huh? You like getting fucked in public like this, don’t you? Huh? You like having all these people watch us, like showing everyone how nasty you are, don’t you?” Kitty moaned and closed her eyes, her lips parted as she gasped for air. Travis let his hands wander back down to Kitty’s ass again, rubbing it gently, as he coaxed her to move up and down on him.

“Yes,” Kitty whispered, responding instantly to his prompting. “Oh, yes.” His hands guided and helped her as she slowly lifted herself up and inch or two and then sat back down again. Up and down, up and down—an inch, then two, then three at a stroke. Her eyes were still closed and her hands gripped his shoulders as she quickly got the hang of it, and before long she began riding rapidly up and down the full length of his cock.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja gave Varly a light, teasing brush of her lips, murmmering into her ear "Lets get out of the cold..."

Running her nails down Varly's smooth forearm, she clasped hands with her leading the way back into the bar. Her eyes already adjusted to the dark, they walked hand in hand occasionally bumping hips or sliding their thighs against each other. She grinned at the heads they turned, feeling bolder by the second. Stoppin in the middle of the dance floor, she entwined her arms around Varly's neck and kissed her deeper...full of lust...

And thats when she saw Travis, his eye's half closed, the girl throwing herself on top of him. Talk about a way to ruin a moment...but hell, two could play at that game.

Giving her full attention back to Varly's smooth almost liquid kisses, she let herself melt in the embrace, eyes only for this passionate blonde.

 

[Guest]

kitty

She was sweating, hot and excited into a frenzy from having all of her sensitive areas touched. Travis' cock moving inside her, his hands grabbing her ass and her breasts mashed against his chest. The only spot left was ....

Travis bent his head to her neck and nipped below her ear. Kitty froze with a sharp intake of breath, her pleasure rendering her unable to move. Travis had none of that, he continued to use her ass to pull her up and down on his cock.

It was too much, far too much. She shook her head and pushed back against his chest. The little bit of her strong self still shouting thought 'Hm, you think you've got me cornered, that you know how to get to me? We'll see how in control you really are.."

Leaning into him, Kitty brushed her lips against his, and licked his lips. She went to his neck, nibbling and licking her way to his chest. Smiling, she lightly licked at a nipple before drawing it in her mouth.

Travis stilled, his hands still gripping her, and his breathing erratic. Kitty moved to the other nipple, wetting it before sucking. She could tell by the stifled moans that her mission had been accomplished, yet hearing his small sounds of pleasure continued to send her higher herself.

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

Kitty sucked hard on Travis’s nipple, and then she bit it. He hissed sharply as her teeth nipped at the tender, sensitive flesh, and she hummed pleasurably at his reaction as she moved to suck his other nipple.

Travis loved it when a woman fought back like this, when she gave as good as she got, loved it when sex turned into a contest of wills. With the right woman, it was the best of both worlds: love and war. Jorja understood that better than any woman he’d ever known, and though their battle had somehow seemed to slip beyond the capacity of either of them to control it, they would always have that in common. “Forever,” they had told each other the last time they’d been together, as if it were both a promise and a curse.

He knew she wouldn't have gone far--not since he hadn't chased after her. But he was surprised to see her with a woman instead of a man. That was a new twist, he chuckled. As Travis watched her dancing with her Amazon while he wrestled with this pussycat-turned-wildcat, Travis threw back his head and laughed. Goddamn, he thought, she can still do it--every fucking time….

“Well, fuck, yeah!” he cried, grabbing a handful of Kitty’s hair and tearing her from his breast. She winced a bit at the forcefulness of his grip, but her eyes still burned when she opened them again, staring at him defiantly. He gripped her jaw in his other hand and stroked her cheek with his forefinger, and then he kissed her--hard--so hard that he wanted Jorja to feel it all the way across the fucking room.

“C’mere, baby,” he said, gripping Kitty’s ass again and standing up, holding her close so that he wouldn’t slip out of her. He took an awkward step to the table and set Kitty down on top of it, pushing her onto her back so he could give her a good and proper fucking. He gripped her legs and set them on his shoulders, leaning into her and driving his cock in and out in long, steady strokes.

Kitty closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth a couple of times as he began to pound into her, but then she opened them once again, a slight snarl on her lips. “Yeah, that’s it, fuck me,” she grunted, reaching down to grab his hips, pulling him into her, encouraging him to go harder and faster.

 

[celiaKitten]

kitty

While loving the nearly brutal direction Travis had taken, Kitty was not blind to the cause of it - and it wasn’t her. Jorja had just walked in the room with the amazing blonde who had caught her interest earlier.

Fuck it, what do I care about reasons? Kitty muttered to herself. You came here to get fucked and you are.

The chilled table groaned in protest as it was roughly shoved in time to Travis’ thrusts. She felt on display; laid out on a table for examination, and was the focus of more than a few curious patrons. Kitty moaned powerfully when Travis grabbed her breasts, twisting her nipples. Pain, she thought, pain and pleasure combined. Kitty reveled in her new discovery.

Groaning in her growing frenzy, She grabbed Travis’ hips - pulling at him - while bucking her own, urging him to give it to her harder, faster. Her mind turned blank but for the pure feeling of his cock driving into her, the slap of his flesh on hers and the feel
of the tense muscles under her hands. She was going to cum, soon - and it was going to be one hell of a ride.

 

[Huntress]

Varly

Aware of the momentary lapse of attention created by Jorja’s focus on the man in denim, Varly smiled. “So,” she thought, “they’re playing at sex wars. This could be very, very hot.” Nothing else she knew of could stimulate or drive passions harder than the desire to come out on top in one of these contests. It was obvious that Jorja and the denim man were deeply involved in this game. She’d been there herself from time to time; a passionate love affair with someone she couldn’t keep her hands off of, but who made her crazy with their constant fighting and bickering. In fact, the fights always ended in fucking so she’d start a fight just to land them in bed. The trade-off for feeling emotionally sapped was the ultimate high of earth-shaking sex.

She smiled again and drew the slender brunette closer, cupped one hand under her luscious derriére and drank deeply of her smouldering lips. She caressed Jorja’s slender neck with her long fingers and felt the pulse throbbing at the base of her jawline, faster, faster as Jorja swayed into the embrace. Varly’s own heartbeat began to race as she moved her fingers tenderly over high cheekbones, tracing brow, lash and elegant nose, exploring the smooth face before her as she would a Bernini or Rodin, or one of her own models before setting chisel to stone.

Varly slowly withdrew from the kiss, arched her long neck, and rocked her hips into Jorja’s as she revelled in the heady, intoxicating sensations incited by the contact of their lips. Hot. It’s so damned hot in here. Still holding Jorja’s shapely bottom in one hand, she unsnapped and shrugged off the oppressive, confining duster with the other. Freedom at last! She flexed the muscles of her buttocks, thighs and upper arms in relief and ecstasy, relishing the comparative cool of the club’s atmosphere to Jorja’s warmth. She smiled bewitchingly, awaiting Jorja’s reaction.

She had dressed simply and for effect; plain black leather halter vest and chaps, both soft and well-worn. Nothing else. Her choice of clothing was a statement of power and self-possession, much as was her sculpture. Stark contrasts of texture in stone reflected by the color of her attire; ebony leather opposed lightly tanned skin and flaunted her physique which had been toned by years of employing mallet, chisel and file. That obstinate adherence to old-fashioned methods was calculated to piss off people like her agent, who made a living from her by commission and intrigue prospective lovers. The juxtapositioning of opposing forces was a condition she thrived upon in her art and life. Choosing Jorja as a lover was no accident.

Having shed the coat and feeling exultant, she lowered her head again to meet Jorja’s gaze and unexpectedly recognized a fellow rebel. Sweeter still. As Varly gently unbuttoned Jorja’s dress, she brought her left hand up to cradle Jorja’s head and kissed her again; sumptuously, urgently, wildly. She feverishly explored the upturned and perfectly shaped breasts while probing ever deeper with her velvet tongue. The pressure of her thrusting hips increased as did the feverish exploration of Jorja’s lovely, curvaceous body and she began to gently bend her lithe frame toward the floor…

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

Travis could sense that Kitty was getting close, and so could some of the other people in their vicinity, several of whom had gathered in a loose semi-circle around their creaking table to watch. Travis instinctively wanted to lash out at them, to chase them away, but the girl didn’t seem to mind having an audience. Indeed, as her cries of passion echoed off the walls, she reached down between her legs to frig her clit, as if she were in a porn show and wanting to give the best performance she could. One guy had pulled out his pecker and was idly jerking off as he stared at her taut, naked body glistening with perspiration in the dim light, and another couple looked like they were getting ready to start their own show at any second.

Travis, of course, had his own audience to play to, but she was across the room on the dance floor. As he plowed steadily into the girl beneath him, he looked up to see that Jorja and the other blonde had become the center of their own circle of admirers. He glanced furtively at the two gorgeous women dancing seductively together, seemingly oblivious to the gape-jawed looks they were getting from the men around them. Jorja suddenly looked in his direction, as if she could sense his gaze alone of all those she was receiving, and for a second their eyes met. Why are you doing this to me? they each seemed to say to the other. And as each of them waited for a response, Travis thought she might actually have smiled at him. But then she closed her eyes and bared her neck and breast to the other woman, showing him once again her indifference to what he was doing.

Travis cursed her under his breath and turned his attention back to Kitty. He drove his cock into her steadily, wanting her to get off, and hoping like hell she was a screamer so that it would get Jorja’s attention. He gave her another half dozen strokes, watching her face twist in pleasure as he ran his hands lightly over her breasts and stomach. His hands moved up her thighs and under her knees, and he lifted her legs from his shoulders. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip again when he pushed her knees to her chest, gasping as she climbed closer to the peak.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Varly was perceptive, patient love, Jorja could tell that much from only the few minutes they had been entwined. She had an intrinsic knack to determine what her significant other wanted...needed...and how to tease them to a point they would do anything to get it. It was a welcome change from the many men she had been with who knew nothing of a woman's passions, and only pursued what would fulfill their own desires.

Receptive to her dancing partner's wandering hands, Jorja felt fingers tearing at the laces of her crimson bodice, Varly's tongue caressing the supple curves of her revealed cleavage. Running her nails through Varly's shimmering hair, Jorja brushed her lips against the woman's neck, tracing a fiery trail of passion from the delicate line of her jaw down to her smooth, tanned chest. The exotic scent of Varly's perfume was intoxicating, and she could taste the bitterness of the cologne on the woman's salty skin.

Perhaps she had always been somewhat of a voyeur, and not realized it until tonight. The longing looks of the other patrons in the bar, the men looking upon deities they knew they would never attain...at least in this life time, they all only fueled her sex drive and cravings. She caught Travis's eye more than once, and couldn't help but grinning wickedly at the unreadable expression in his envious eyes.

As Varly found her hard nipples through the rough material of the dress, she twisted them roughly, a practiced motion that delivered enough burning pain to balance its pleasure. Jorja was able to hold Travis's gaze as she let out a thin, haunting cry of delight from between her parted lips, pressing Varly's nuzzling mouth into the deep V between her breasts. The smoldering look in Jorja's eyes...somewhere between firey anger and wanton desire...was enough to keep Travis watching, wanting, exactly her intent.

Jorja wrapped a stockinged leg around Varly's, tracing the woman's perfectly formed calves and the sensitive area just below the back of the knees with the tips of her toes. Moving against each other to the steady drumming of the music, Jorja's rasping breaths and soft shudders of delight were mingled with whispered words of encouragement to Varly.

 

[celiaKitten]

Kitty

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!" Kitty screamed out loud, startling the crowd of admirers. Travis, though still furiously pounding away at her, stood looking over at Jorja. While not jealous, she firmly told herself, there way no way in hell she was going to play this particular game anymore. And what the hell, she was pissed! Mere seconds away from a shattering orgasm - and all of it lost with one lost glance.

Kitty's screams were welcomed with cheers. Obviously, the audience thought she was nearing the beginning of her 'solo'. Fat fucking chance, she muttered while Travis continued to plow away, his eyes firmly closed with his head thrown back - hmm, someone else was close too.

Kitty pushed her strong, lean legs against Travis, hurtling him backward. He wasn't expecting this. Hopping off of the table, with as much grace as a horny naked woman could muster when having a captivated audience, she quickly reassembled her meger costume.

Travis stood in front of her, his mouth open in surprise, pantsless with a glistening hard-on.

"Find another substitute," Kitty whispered in his ear as she stalked by, "I don't play second part to anyone - and I don't like your kind of game anymore."

 

[Frambois]

Oliver

I am 30, I have led a sheltered life, but wish to experiment with my sexuality.
I am drawn to submit myself to the ministrations of 2 young women, or a couple who have caught me peeping at them.
This happened as a young man and I have not forgotton it.
I am told that your establisment can help with these kind of matters for a suitable price, or a return favour perhaps for one of your clients.
I am tall, well developed and was an Olympic Swimmer.

 

[Huntress]

Varly

She was vaguely aware of music in the background as their bodies entwined and moved together, creating their own rhythm when a shock of exhilaration ran through her body as Jorja’s toes skilfully played along the length of her leg. The ploy displayed remarkable passion simmering in this woman. Perhaps a match for her own? Varly guessed that Jorja was perversely determined to flaunt her lust and spite the man in denim. Whatever their past relationship had been, the two were still emotionally connected, if not fixated on each other. She smiled wryly to herself as she realized she, too, had a perverse craving. She wanted to see what kind of response he'd have while he watched her make love to Jorja.

The lacing of Jorja’s bodice came away easily to reveal her sumptuously rounded breasts tipped with rosebud areola and nipples which Varly rolled between her thumbs and forefingers enthusiastically, delighting in the wide-eyed, gasping response. She buried her face briefly between the fragrant moons, nuzzling the soft flesh, drinking in the warm spice of perfume and woman. She kissed the smooth skin, then raised her mouth to one perfect nipple. Her tongue flickered rapidly over the sensitive, miniature rosy tower eliciting gasps and tremors. Gently, she nibbled at the swollen flesh before drawing it into her mouth and suckled it ravenously. This time Jorja arched her back with a sharp intake of breath, heaving upwards, and pressed her breasts eagerly against Varly’s mouth, demanding equal treatment. Varly smiled as she delivered a last sweet bite, then took the second warm globe, giving it the same attention as the first.

Varly drew back from the embrace and cradled Jorja’s finely shaped head in one hand allowing her to rest the weight of her body on Varly’s arm as they swiveled around to the fallen duster. She met Jorja’s gaze for a moment asking wordlessly for permission to continue. She saw smoke and fire behind the gray eyes and grinned in recognition of a fellow hedonist. Tenderly she laid the trembling woman on the coat and knelt on the floor beside her. Again, she lowered her her mouth to the supple skin of Jorja’s décolletage and began to trace the delicate ribs and sweet belly with her tongue, drawing lazy circles interspersed with tiny nips and kisses. As Jorja writhed and moaned under her ministrations, the heat of her own desire flared intensely, begging to be quenched.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

She practically collapsed into the duster, lying on the intricately woven wooden floor, her rich dark hair spreading out in a pool, a halo around her head. She debated on whether to close her eyes or not. If she did, it was one less sense she had to worry about and the others seemed so much more intense. But the sight of Varly's full lips plastered to her skin, leaving hints of a rosy hued lipstick on Jorja's tanned torso, ass rising to make a perfect S shape out of her contoured body, was not a sight to be missed. She settled for a trancelike expression, eyelids heavy, absorbing as much of the delicious visuals as she could while still focusing on the physical sensations.

Clawing the floorboards as if they were fine silken sheets, she caught her nail and ripped part of it off, leaving a sharply jagged edge. As Varly came up for a breath, she ran this nail over the sensitive back of her neck, sending a tickle down her spine. Jorja reached one hand beneath her skirt, fingering her already moist black lingerie. Bringing this hand back up, caressing the smooth yet defined line's of the other woman's face, accented with dramatically arched eyebrows and a faint smear of blush, she pushed a trembling finger between Varly's lips. The soft musky sweetness unique of women filled her mouth as they locked lips once again.

Her partner had obviously sensed her heated competition between Travis. They flaunted themselves to the now thickening audience, but directing the vague cries of passion in this certain person's direction. Jorja had to arch her back uncomfortably to turn and look at him, which she did occasionally, the jealous rage in her eyes overcome by smoldering hot lust. It was his turn to look envious, she thought smugly, as the petite woman dismounted the table, standing there with hands on her hips.

Her slight interest in the quarreling duo across the room faded into attention for only the lips that were again kissing feveredly down her body and the wet tip of a tongue darting at her bellybutton. Somewhere between sobbing tears of ecstasy and a wild shout worthy of a certifiably insane woman, the disco lights played over their writing forms, giving a surreal edge to the scene.

 

[Indalecio]

Marsilio

*The young man entered the club... his gaze fixed upon all it;s occupants as his long, silver hair blew into the open doors breeze, he quickly closed it and took at a table, continuing to watch the residents of the club. He grinned as his green orbs were transfixed on each and every person in the facility. He carefully eased his hands down upon his apparent 9 inch erection as he grinned a bit, his eyes covered by the shadow of his cowboy hat.*

Down boy...down....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

OOC:

*jumps for joy*

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