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She pushed my legs apart and inhaled deeply,
her nose within inches of my slit. “You smell wonderful. I’m not
supposed to do this, but I want one little lick before I
continue.”

As the tip of her tongue, hovered over my
bud, I gulped, knowing that if her sweet tongue licked my clit, I
might shatter, but instead she shocked me by sliding two fingers
into me. I groaned

She smiled from the surprised, blissful look
on my face. She pulled her fingers out, placed them in her mouth
and sucked them. “Mmmm, delicious. With a single elevated brow, she
said, “I think I’ll save my lick for a little later.”

Starting at my hips, she ran her hands
upward along my ribs to my breasts. Edging upward, her hands
kneaded my breasts. I was braless. I felt my rapidly beating heart
in my ears. She opened the buttons of my blouse, then pulling a
breast free, wrapped her lips around my hardened nipple. Almost
passing out from the erotic feeling I experienced, I steered my
long stiletto tipped fingers through her fiery mane as her lips
switched to my other nipple.

Dragging her firm breasts across mine, she
rose up along my chest and to my face. One of her luscious nipples
moved back and forth along the crease between my upper and lower
lip. When my willpower exhausted, my lips parted and closed upon
her tendered object. I loved her moans and mimicked them.
Surprising me, she rose. Keeping a hand on my shoulder, she pranced
behind me. Her moist lips peppered my neck with mini kisses.

As my arm rose and embraced her head,
holding it in place, her sensual hands slipped over my shoulders
and down, enclosing my breasts, stealing the very breath from my
lungs. “If you ever want to try another woman…I would love to have
sex with you.”

When her sensual fingers
began rolling my nipples in pleasure circles, sending electric
currents to my sensitive swollen clit, I knew I wanted to have sex
with her too. I would seek her out and soon. I whispered half out
of breath, “Make sure I have your phone number before I
leave.”

Her sultry voice whispered
back, “With pleasure,” and kissed my neck once more before
straightening and continuing her walk until she once more stood
between my legs.

“
This is the grind part of
the dance. Most dancers, with some variations, do only this. Short
of stroking or sucking off your client, you’ll need to do this if
you want to excite your client. Since I’m facing you, I’ll start
with the front grind. You grind men different than women.” As her
arms wrapped around my neck, she rested a knee on each side of me
and lowered her sex to mine, sitting low between my thighs to do
it. She began to undulate, her clit rubbing mine in an up and down
motion. On each upward swing, her lovely breasts came close to my
mouth, teasing me for only for a second.

She paused and edged up
until she rested on top of my thighs. “That was for girl on girl
lap dances. With men, since their sensitive spot is along and at
the tip of their cocks, we need to be higher, like this.” Once
more, she moved her bottom, but now it was against my abdomen. She
seemed to be getting worked up.

Her movements became jerky
and she began to pant. “There are a couple of…nice options this
way.” She grasped my hands, which had rested on her smooth ass and
moved them on her creamy breasts. “Mmmmm.” She sighed.

With my hands on her
breasts, I couldn’t resist tickling and teasing her delightfully
jutting nipples. Her gasp stretched into a moan leading to her
movements against my groin becoming more intense, more erratic. She
nuzzled into my neck. Barely able to speak she murmured, “S-s-s-it
okay ef I cum.”

Before I could answer in
the affirmative, she jerked backward. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming.”
Nails dug into the back of my shoulder and she moved convulsive and
spasmodically. Her right hand speedily moved to her clit to finish
off her release. After a few pleasure shudders, she smiled at me.
“That was nice, but it wasn’t very professional of me. Now, where
was I? Never mind, I remember.”

Lita rose and turned
around. She had a tight but well-rounded ass. Just like April’s.
“This is how you grind facing away from your client.” She sat
between my legs and ground her buttocks into my pussy and clit. The
friction against my sensitive bundle of nerves—my clit—began to
resurrect the arousal that had peaked earlier, but had dissipated
as she showed me the front grind for men.

“
You like
that?”

I was in a fever. “Oh yes.”

She grabbed my hands and
once more covered her breasts with them. Moaning, she laid back
onto me, her red hair brushing against my neck.
Turning her head, she nuzzled her pretty face into the crook
of my neck. Lita’s warm breath caused a stir of hunger to emerge
between my legs.
I noticed she had an
aroma like orange blossoms in summer.
She
reached up and put an arm around my head, pulling it tighter
against hers.

All of a sudden, she
stopped and stood. “I think you get the idea. With men, you sit on
their lap so you’re grinding higher, like this.” She sat on my lap
and moved around briefly.

Then she rose and flashed
a mischievous smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s time for that
lick.” My pussy clenched in anticipation as she sunk to her knees.
Her fingers rested on each side of my outer folds, while her thumbs
reached in and parted the soft inner folds. Her silky, wet
smoothness licked up the valley terminating with her full, red lips
engorging my enlarged clitoris.

My head lolled back in
reaction to the electrifying sensations that flowed through me. I
basked in the blissful feeling of her luscious red lips suddenly
enfolding, sucking on my swollen bundle of nerves. I groaned. “Oh,
God.” Then bit down on my lower lip.
I
felt like I were living in a surreal dream.
In addition to taking my love bud in her mouth, she shoved
her fingers into my warm wet well. A new layer of excitement spread
through me. I was ready, nothing but putty in her sensational mouth
and hands.

My head rocked in reaction to the erotic
bliss careening to the furthest outposts of my being. Every nerve
felt energized. I moved frantically and erratically as a solitary
white light encompassed my mind while a painless explosion
delivered delirious blissfulness through my being. A scream of
ecstasy burst free, “Oh, God. You feel so-o good! Don’t stop!” I
yelled. Fighting against a rapture so strong that it threatened to
make me pass out, I thrashed my head back and forth.

Suddenly, wanting to hold my benefactor, I
reached down and pulled Lita up on top of me, so our lips touched.
My tongue forced it’s way into her mouth and I concluded my
extraordinary orgasm in an oral embrace with the tongue that had
made me cum.

Dressed Lita and I returned to the booth,
where she claimed April for her turn. As she brushed by me, she
asked, “How was it?”

“
Breathtaking, You’re in
for a treat.”

She smiled. “Good.”

She handed me a cocktail napkin with a name
and number hand written on it. It read, Mysta Ree. 1-480-555-2425.
I gazed at her, a question in my eyes.

“
It’s Tina’s number. I
thought, while I’m losing my breath with Lita, you might like to
ring her. You know, catch up and talk about old…times.” She
winked.

* * * *

“
Jesus, Cindy. It feels
fanfuckingtastic. You too, Helen. I just love being with you both.
Christ Almighty! Here it comes, girls, it’s a fucking
tsunami.

Tina’s back crested so high it’s a wonder it
didn’t break, her hips rose and ground her pearl of passion
greedily into my mouth while yelling her pleasure. As my busy
fingers pushed in and out of her crème-filled pussy, April teased
the hard, dark pink nipples of Tina’s small but well shaped
breasts. Her body rocked, thrashing back erratically back and
forth, as much as her fur-lined cuffs would permit.

Exhausted, she sighed and
went limp, occasionally shaking from a pleasure aftershock. I rose
up and smiled at her. She smiled back. I studied her. Yes, April
and I were beautiful, but for a raven-haired beauty, Tina was our
equal—large blue eyes and silky black hair down to her thighs,
goddess like perfection. I glanced at April and nodded.
She too can bring the big bucks.

Tina’s large eyes grew even larger after
recovering from the debilitating effects of her orgasm “Wow, that
was fabulous. Especially, with both of you taking turns. I can’t
recall a more intense orgasm. I’m shaking. Can you see my
pleasure-tremors?”

We both smiled. I sat down on the bed next
to her and caressed her chest, while April stroked her beautiful
hair. “Yes, I think I can,” Answered April.

“
We should do that again.”
She stared at us. “Can we?”

“
Of course we will. Now
that we’re all going to be single, we can do it a lot.”

“
I missed you guy’s. I’m
so looking forward to being single again. You know what’s been on
my mind lately?”

I shook my head.

April answered her, “No, what?”

“
Vegas. I’ve been so bored
being a housewife I’m ready for some excitement. I wish I knew
where to find Randy.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “I
know where to find Randy.” Then rose and walked to the door,
followed by April.

“
You do? Wait, where are
you going? Aren’t you going to take these handcuffs? What are they
for anyway?”

April turned. “You feel everything more
intense. We’d take them off but we’re not finished yet.”

Tina frowned.

I added, “Don’t worry hon, we still have a
surprise for you. Think of it as a divorce present.”

April giggled. “Yes, you might say it’s the
present that keeps on giving.”

I laughed.

“
Present, that keeps on
giving? What are you talking about?”

We continued to the door. “It’s a present
from the past and for the future. Tina, there are sometimes
consequences for what we do.” I opened the door and there stood
Randy, naked with a red bow tied around his prodigious projectile
and ready for our raven-haired goddess. “Randy is our consequence,”
We said concurrently.

She looked at him wide eyed. “Rand-e-e-e! I
dreamed about you.”

“
Hello, babe. Or should I
call you Mysta?”

“
Mysta? Why not.” She
opened her legs wide. “I was just asking about you, Come over here
and fuck me?” She raised her hips, pushing her pussy to the
forefront. “Did you know I just got divorced?”

Randy climbed on the bed and wrapped his
arms under her thighs, elevating her to his cock. Holding her, she
gasped as he entered her.

“
Yes, baby and since
you’re divorced, I intend to keep you busy.” As he shoved his
magnificent ten inches inside her and moved in and out, she
whimpered and began helping him, moving with and into him. Then her
moans began. “Oh, Randy, I missed how good you made me
feel.”

I didn’t think she’d hear me, but I said it
anyway. “And for better or worse, he’s your consequence, too!”

The End

To be continued in
Consequences : Mysta Ree

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