paroxysmiclove

The sign over the door read Jessis as she slipped in, her short black hair rustling in the slight breeze as she made her way into the busy club. My, what a difference between her and the other girls; Most were dressed ridiculously provocative, their asses barely covered by shorts or a mini skirt. Such stereotypical of her peers. Eh well, who was she to complain? Plenty satisfied by her black jeans and tank, she moved to a booth beside the dance floor, many piercings glittering in the flashing lights. Biting nervously on her tongue ring, she pushed her hair back, watching the girls around her. When approached by a waitress, she ordered a simple Shirley Temple, much to the womans amusement. After a curt comment concerning the manager, the woman rushes to the bar, getting the drink and delivering it to Jenine. As she paid the woman, Jenine waved her off, ignoring the muttered curses as she moved away. Neanderthal, she thought. Youre the kind of person that gives us dykes a bad name.

Anyways, she leaned back in her chair, basking in the rotating lights as she watches the women dance. Many were practically making love on the floor; all grinding against each other, hands wandering to grab breasts, rub latex-hidden pussies, god knows what else. She smirks slightly, biting her tongue ring yet again, shifting herself slightly in her seat. Hmmmn.. This is getting good, she thought. People brushed past, somebodys fingers running across the back of her neck as they move past, laughing. The touch sends a shiver down her spine, teeth nibbling instead at her lip as she glances about anxiously. Her hand rests on her thigh, brushing the inside of both as she watches the people once more.

The music, a throbbing techno, stops, and the women all stop, some cheering, some catcalling, as a part of the club lights up off to the side. They all seem to migrate there, much to Jens curiosity. Standing, she brings her drink, following after the other people. Pushing her way through the crowd, she yelps slightly as random people grab her ass, pinch it, reach down to rub at her through the thick black denim. Somebody even snaps her bra strap from behind, a nail grazing her flesh. Sighing, she downs her drink, somewhat enjoying that attention. She drops her glass off on an empty table as she gets to the front, her form lit up by dim peach lights adorning a long stage. Two long poles stick up from the floor, a chair off to the side as the music begins to play again, though quieter than before. The lights dim off, much to the crowds obvious delight as they cry out, and the music slowly throbs as they all hear a slight clicking on the stage, much like those of high heels. Silence from there amidst the music, they hear a soft moan as the lights flare back on, the peach lights replaced by crimson red ones. Two women stand on the stage, both clad in black lingerie; one is taller, with buzzed reddish-pink hair, many piercings along her ears and lip, the other woman shorter with long brownish hair, a black serpentine tattoo adorning her arm. They hold each other, lips pressed hard against each others, hands stroking each others bodies. The women about her whoot, shriek, cry as they make out, soft moans echoing from them as the music continues to play, the tune more intense than before. The taller one unpeels herself from the smaller, smirking, biting her lip as she spins the other around, tugging the ties from the back of her corset. The womans hair spins about her as she complies, legs spreading slightly as she grasps the pole, letting the woman peel the lingerie from her body. Letting it slide away, the woman lets her stand there only in a garter belt and black stockings, large breasts hanging down as she remains leaning. She straightens up, taking the taller woman and turning her around, doing likewise to her. Before the woman has a chance to straighten up, though, she slips her hand down and pushes a few fingers into her pussy from behind, much to the womans apparent surprise.

Jenine sighs softly as her own pussy trembles behind her panties, juices dribbling noticeably thick. She shifts so her clit rubs against the hard denim, sending a small wave of pleasure through her. Eyes moving back to the women, she sees the bent woman grinding against the womans pumping hand, her own juices glistening in the light as she grasps tight to the pole, moaning, whimpering loudly. She stand up straight, though, taking her partner and pushing her backwards towards the chair, pushing her down gently before spreading her legs, kneeling down, and pushing her face between her legs and suckling at the shaven pussy, tongue rolling over her clit. The woman moans, legs draping over the womans shoulders as her hands cup her breasts, kneading them together, tweaking her thick nipples hard. Moaning as well, the lapping woman pushes a finger into her own pussy, rolling it around inside, before grasping her clit and rolling it around, pleasuring herself as she laps up the delicious juices from her partners cunt. Much the intent viewer, Jenine slips a hand down to the front of her jeans, subconsciously rubbing at her clit through her pants. Oh, how she craved to do more, but would it be right in front of all these other people? She turns about, looking at the others, and confirms her curiosity with the spectacle laying before her. Almost all the women are partnered up or alone, rubbing at fully exposed pussies, all moaning, whimpering, grunting as they all watched the two women. Goodness, she thought, I could just watch them and forget those two. Moving over to a chair, she unzips her jeans, peeling them down and around her ankles, red thong coming along soon after. She spread her legs, shaven pussy already glistening with her juices as she rubs at her clit, head tilting slightly as she watched the women play. Many were shaven or waxed like her, though some were sporting full-blown bushes. She watched women pump fingers in and out of each other, tongues rolling over clits, swelling juicy slits, even a vibe or two. Her clit swelled beneath her fingers as she pinched it slightly, rubbing it hard between them as her other hand slips down to rub just below her pussy, the perineum. Those fingers were soon coated with her juices and she quickly sucked them off; a fan of her own flavor, one could say.

The smell of sex grew thick in the room, the aroma making the hair on her body raise, sending a shiver through her as she moaned, savoring the scent. She rubs harder at her clit, gasping slightly as the pleasure began to mount.. Her hair fell into her face as she tilted her head back and to the side, biting her lip, eyes locking on the form of a woman doing much the same as her, her large breasts trembling from her heavy breathing. Her own breasts were small, only an A cup, but she wasnt envious of the over breasted women around her. Hers were more sensitive, firmer, and they wouldnt sag later on in life like theirs would. as she watched, she didnt notice the girl creeping closer, so it took her off-guard as the woman spread her legs wider suddenly, face pressing into her pussy. Gasping, she pulled her hands away, pulling them to her face as the woman put her clit between her lips, suckling hungrily as her finger slipped up to rub at her perineum, nails grazing her sensitive flesh gently. She looked at the woman, trying to get a good look at her, but all she could see was the back of her blonde head, slim body kneeled before her. A couple of fingers slipped into her pussy, making her gasp as they bent in a come here motion inside of her, rubbing at her g-spot. Moaning ever louder, she rests her hands at the back of the womans head, fingers clutching the long tresses as she pushes her harder against her pussy, the tongue lapping harder and harder at her clit, trailing around her swollen labia. Her neck arches, teeth biting hard at her lower lip as her nails dig slightly into her scalp. Gasping, she moans, grinding into the womans face, surprised to hear herself begging for more. But once she started, she couldnt stop. Oh god.. Please.. Make me come.. Dont stop, for the love of god, I want more.. Please.. Oh god, more.. Please.. And on like that she went, the woman obliging, tongue working faster, harder, though more teasingly than before. She tensed more, gasping as her muscles began to stiffen, twitch, the pressure building in her pussy as the woman worked.. Her moans grew louder, even more desperate, panting hard as she grinded more into her face, the woman still working, somehow going more intensely than previously..

And she hit. Her eyes widened completely, mouth opening wide with a staggering cry, muscles spasming, limbs stiffening as she rocks against the womans face. She clutched at her hair, apparently oblivious to the womans yelp as she did do. The woman slid away, leaving Jenine to herself on the chair, whimpering.. Going numb, body going limp as well.. Body slicked with sweat, panting with soft moans mingling.. She blinked, realizing her eyes had shut, and she let them flutter open, and she froze. All eyes were on her.. All had stopped, even the ones on stage. She looked about at all their gaping faces, whimpering, and moved to pull her pants back up. One came behind her, though, and pulled her up slowly, kicking her pants away.. They moved her into the back room, leaving her confused, moving awkwardly with them as a small cluster followed, a door shutting behind them.

Before she could stop it, she was pulled into a semi-bright room, mirrors and lights shining all around her. The women tugged her shirt off, one yanking off her bra, another patting her skin with what seemed to be a kind of powder. One stepped forward, holding something, and they pulled it around her, her too stunned to protest, just obliging nervously. It turned out to be a black and red lace corset, and she blinked at it as the women pushed her into a directors kind of chair, pulling on matching garters and stockings. Standing he rup once more, they rushed her off to the side of the room. Yelping, she moved with them, and they pushed her through a black curtain. It was pitch-black.. Nothing could be seen.. And, suddenly, blinding lights popped on, her wincing at them. She heard screams, cheers, woots, and she blinked, adjusting to the lights. She was onstage!! Her eyes widened, and she stepped backward.. Only to be met by somebodys hands, slipping around her torso, fingers gliding teasingly over her breasts. Spinning around, she saw the two from on stage earlier, licking their lips as they looked her up and down..