A big thank you to Randi, for her amazing editing skills, and her assistance with the story.
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The heat, oh my god. The burning white hot searing heat, it felt like hot liquid wax being poured over me. Every touch felt like a branding iron caress, so sticky and oh so slippery.
Staring up into her eyes I exhaled slowly, her piercing gaze nailed me to the bed. Her mouth twisted in a seductive evil sneer. I could see the lust oozing out of every pore.
Her hands grabbed my ankle, pushing my leg out of the way. She sat astride my other, her hot sticky gooey pussy sliding up my leg, every touch, every searing burning touch of her pussy, as it gasped and sucked at my thigh. Higher she went, sliding inexorably up my trembling leg, her sticky slick secretions glistening in the light.
It was torture, intense and yet so full of expectation, full of fear.
I felt my insides twisting, my tummy somersaulting frantically, my mouth hanging open, unable to suck in enough life preserving oxygen. I felt my breasts heaving, my heart pounding, and then...
It was done, her burning hot sticky pussy pasted against my own. She squirmed, she writhed, her hips rotating rubbing and caressing, chafing. Her vagina sucking wantonly on mine, two vaginas salaciously, French kissing.
I felt her open, her swollen labia gasping, clutching, clamouring, my clitoris wriggling against her slippery attack. The squishy sound of wet slippery flesh caressing flesh, her fat succulent lips tangled with mine.
Her face was a twisted mask, her head rocking from side to side, her mouth hanging open as she moaned the ecstasy audibly, her passion apparent.
She rocked back and forth wildly, her wet pussy sliding over mine, our sexes rubbing furiously, the desire building as our juices mingled. The air was alive with the scent of arousal as her attack grew more physical, her pussy grinding, our labial lips mashed together.
Breathe, just let it happen, I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. The shudder started deep in my body as the euphoria settled, my orgasm fast approaching, trembling, writhing against pushing and grinding as she rubbed her sex in a mad frantic frenzy on my own.
It was coming, a vibrant explosion, a joyous rhapsody transporting me into an orgasm my whole body felt.
So strong it felt like my body was on fire, nothing worked, I couldn't move as we fell headlong over the abyss. My moans were impossible to stifle, a ubiquitous, animalistic cry, a panting exquisite soul emptying release.
She collapsed on top of me, our bodies heaving, panting wildly, trying vainly to survive, to breathe, my lungs aching as I sucked greedily at the impossibly thin air.
Her face was inches from mine, her mouth smiling as her lips crushed mine, a kiss so overwhelming survival became impossible. Our tongues swirled playfully, dancing figure-eights fanning the dying embers back to life.
I watched as she reached out, picking up the five hundred dollars pinned to the pillow.
Her voice was soft, sensual, like molten velvet, smooth molasses cascading over glass. "I told you."
"Cheeky bitch," I grumbled softly.
She climbed off the bed, pulling back on her short leather skirt, and slipping back on her glossy black stilettos.
As she walked out the door, she blew me a giggly little kiss. "That was wonderful by the way."
Just like that she was gone, and I was left to clamber out of bed and quickly pull back on my jeans and sandals. I just hoped I could sneak out without the guys seeing me. With my face red with embarrassment, I snuck out. I could hear the guys laughing and joking through the thin curtain. Seeing a hallway leading off to the right I followed it where I stumbled into an emergency exit door that I swung open. Enveloped by darkness, I staggered down the side alley in search of a taxi. "Thank fuck," I muttered as I stepped out onto the main road.
On the taxi ride home, I tried to understand why I let that happen, was I mad?
*****
The night had started out pleasantly enough. We were out on the town celebrating Jeremy's fortieth birthday. Jeremy and I worked on a small fishing boat, the Jenny Anne. We were part of a seven man team, well, six men and me. The Jenny Anne was part of a small privately owned fleet of five boats; I was one of only three female deck hands. The night was to be a crew celebration, just the seven of us from the Jenny Anne. We all met at Pete's place, jumped in his van, and headed out on the town.
It was the start of the pub crawl to end all pub crawls. Ten pubs later and there we were at a strip club, the boys all having a blast. I didn't mind, I knew before we left we were going to end up there. They'd been talking about it the whole of the last fishing trip out.
I got on great with the guys, they treated me right; just like one of the guys, which is how I liked it. Being a bit of a tomboy, I loved working on the boat. It had been my life for the last ten months. We worked ten days at sea and five days back on shore.
That night was our first night back, and the boys were all ready to raise hell. The strip club was small and only held about fifty people, although on the night there were probably only twenty. We easily found a table close to the stage and watched the show.
I have to say, I'm straight, never even kissed a girl, but looking at the chicks on stage swirling and dancing, their clothes flying off in seriously exotic striptease routines was hot.
