0 comments/ 89944 views/ 2 favorites Little Red Dress By: Imaginatrix I slipped the small red straps over my shoulder and looked in the full length mirror. “Have no fear, your hairdresser is here,” my friend, Maria, said, walking in and setting down her various curling irons. “How do I look?” I asked,twirling in a circle so she could see the entire outfit. “You can’t wear that!” she said. “And why not?” I said, hands on hips. “It barely covers your ass is why not,” she said, standing up to full height, taking the advantage she had at being 5’6 to my 5’2. “I think it accents my ass very well,” I said, matter-o-factly, “especially for my plans for tonight,” I added that last bit just to make her gasp. “What plan for tonight are you referring you?” she said, starting to pile curls of hair on top of my head. “Let’s just say I’m tired of being the only virgin in the senior class and I’m going to see if Brian wants to help me solve that problem,” I said, applying bright red lipstick to match my red satin dress. “Well in that dress you probably won’t even make it through dinner,” she said, pinning my long loosely curled chestnut brown hair into an elegant twist. When I pulled up in front of the house, I looked into the review mirror checking my make up again. I knew the house was empty except for Brian, so I didn’t worry about knocking. I heard noises from the kitchen and gave him the opportunity to finish dinner before he knew I was here. I sat on the couch and almost giggled when I saw him take the garbage of my favorite restaurants bags to the trash. I lay on the couch one knee bent, in an invitation. Brian came back in and smiled sheepishly until he caught sight of what I was wearing at which point his eyes glazed over and a considerable bulge appeared in the front of his khakis slacks. I imagined how I must look to him, on of my freshly manicured hands rested on my flat stomach hugged by the crimson satin fabric. His eyes traveled up to the swell of my breasts curving above the tight low cut of the dress showing ivory colored cleavage. He looked to my face my eyes sparkling bright blue, my mouth curved into a seductive smile. I stretched arching my back and his gaze swept to my feet in strappy red spiked heels that had ribbons lacing up my well shaped calves to my thighs that we almost fully exposed. I unbent and bent my knee and he licked his lips, passion filling his eyes. “Come here,” he said, huskily. I slowly got up from the couch. I walked over to him taking long even strides. Making him wait. Inside I was a ball of nerves but outside I was in control I wanted to make him beg. I was standing right in front of him and the desire was almost tangible, I could almost reach out and touch his want for me, and I was drunk with power. I leaned past him and turned on the radio. “Dance with me,” I whispered, swiping my tongue against the shell of his ear and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. “You don’t look like a naive princess tonight.” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Maybe I’m not so naive,” I said, swaying my hips against his. He closed his eyes a look a pure lust crossing his features. “If you take this further I won’t be able to control myself,” he whispered, breathily in my ear. “That's okay,” I said, leaning back to look in his eyes, “I think I’ll enjoy having control of your body.” An evil half smile crossed my lips. He looked as if he was going to challenge my statement, but instead leaned in and kissed me tenderly. His tongue traced my lips and his arms grew tighter around my waist, the wetness began between my legs and it was fueled by the fact that I knew what it would lead to. The music which had been a slow seductive song, suddenly turned to a fiery passionate salsa tune. I started moving my hips faster against Brian’s. I had taken both salsa and belly dancing classes the summer before and had performed for him in the past and knew how quickly it turned him on. He groaned a low guttural noise in the back of his throat and I felt the already hard bulge against my abdomen twitch. “Awww, baby, I forgot all about your little problem,” I said, pouting my lips. “Let me see how I can help.” I said, stepping back from him and pulling by the belt buckle on to the couch, straddling his lap for a moment passionately kissing him, and rubbing against him. He started to run his hands up my thigh under my skirt. “Uh uh uh,” I said, smiling, “I’m supposed to be nursing you.” I kissed him lightly on the cheek, then started trailing kisses down his neck and after unbuttoning a button on his dark plaid shirt I kissed the exposed skin. When I pushed the shirt off his muscled arms, he said, “You’re a tease.” I giggled and licked his nipple, and then for extra measure, after such an insult, I bit him. He gasped and looked down at me, I smiled up angelically and said, “I was just teasing.” He growled and bent me back laying against me on the couch. I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out in one long swipe, not letting our lips lose connection for a second. I unbuttoned his pants a pushed him back to where he was in a sitting position. He watched me as I kissed down his body licking and sucking his nipples. I found my way to his zipper and pulled in down with my teeth. I slid his pants off his legs. I was kneeling in front of him smiling up at him watching the movement of his muscled chest as he breathed heavily. The tip of his head was showing through the flap in his boxers, I leaned forward flicking my tongue across it. I slowly pulled down his boxers. He was fully erect, “Mmmm,” I purred. He smiled down at me and I licked the sensitive underside of his engorged member from base to tip swirling my tongue around it before I pulled away. He groaned and said, “I thought you said you’d never done this before.” “I haven’t,” I said, tickling his balls with my long nails. “I figure its just like an ice cream cone, a few small licks,” I used small licks making my way up and back down his shaft. “A long lick,” and again I licked the sensitive underside. “And a little bite,” I said, wrapping my mouth around his long tool and pulling it out running it along my teeth. “Fuck,” he said, turning the ‘u’ into a long groan. “Am I doing it right?” I asked, innocently fondling his balls. “More,” he moaned. I drew his entire cock into my mouth, it went deep into my throat almost causing me to gag, my face turned red, but when I started to bob and he started fuck my face, I loved knowing I could turn him on this much that, I was the one making him groan and writhe. It took only a few short moments of pulling it in and out of my mouth for him to tense and start pushing my head making me bob faster. He came shooting his cum deep into my throat and it felt warm sliding down my throat with a salty flavor. “Yummy,” I said, licking the last drop from my lip. “You’re sure, you’ve never done that before?” he said, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. “Never,” I said, nibbling his ear and running my nails along his inner thigh. “Well, you’re a natural,” he said, looking me in the eye and running his thumb under my chin. “You’re amazing,” he said, kissing down my neck and kissing the portion of my breasts exposed by my tiny dress. “And you’re sweet,” he said, licking between my breasts. “You know,” I said, pushing away from him and standing up, “it really is hot in here. Could you unzip me,” I said, softly. He didn’t reply only unzipped the dress with a shaky hand. He watched my hand as I slowly slid the straps down my shoulders and the dress slid to the floor almost in slow motion. As I stepped out of the dress, now only a puddle of fabric on the floor I pulled the single pin out of my hair letting the curls fall halfway down my back. He ran his hands over my shoulders and along the curves of my body, resting his hands on my hips. He kissed my left shoulder blade and said, almost to himself, “How could I ever deserve this?” “Come upstairs with me,” I said, over my shoulder as I walked upstairs. I let my hips sway enticingly in front of him, I could feel his body heat behind me and I stopped suddenly seeing the hallway. The carpet was covered in rose petals only red and white because he remembered I despise pink. I walked with his arms around me to his bedroom, that was once covered in girly pictures, was dancing with shadows from candles the entire room smelled of cinnamon my favorite scent. “Oh my God,” I said, suddenly softening from the control I had had before. “Perfection for perfection,” he whispered in my ear. “That was an awful line,” I said, choking up. “I know,” he said, gently picking my up and laying me on the bed. He looked down at me, and pulled the red lace thong down my legs. He knelt in front of me licking smoothly across my slit. “Mmmm,” I hummed. “You’re so wet,” he said, slowly moving his tongue inside me. I had never felt anything so wonderful. He slowly kissed up my body flicking his tongue over my nipple. While he was kissing me, his hands were reaching fever pitch, pushing his finger into my tight hole and massaging my clit with his thumb. I let out a small moan and he kissed me, his tongue muffling the sounds. While one hand was busy building me up for something I had never experienced but knew was wonderful, the other teased my already hard nipples. “Little rosebuds,” he said breaking our kiss and bending his head to take my nipple into his mouth. I gasped, coming closer to my first orgasm. “Not yet,” he said, slowly pulling his finger out of my soaking pussy. “Uh,” I let out a whimper. “I love you,” he said, he pushed into me and I closed my eyes, I could feel the barrier, he stopped for a second, I knew he hated the idea of hurting me. When he pushed past my hymen, I felt only a pinch, then a feeling of fullness, of wholeness. He pulled out and pushed back in, and when I moaned he looked down at me, afraid I was in pain, I just smiled and said, “Harder.” He moved harder inside and moved my hips with his. I could feel him pressing against my inner walls, also brushing against my enlarged clit. As he increased speed I could feel something building like the lighting of a fuse, “Harder,” I breathed. My back lifting off the bed, I put my hands on his hips letting my nails dig into the flesh of his ass I tried to push him harder, further into me. “Ahhh,” I screamed climaxing and writhing grabbing fist fulls of sheet and thrusting against him as my juices soaked him. I opened my eyes, seeing Brian looking down at me smiling. He moved in me slowly starting to bring me to another shattering orgasm. “I want to do something,” I said. He raised his eyebrow and pulled out of me. I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. I lead his erection into my hot center. Moving against him riding him, I loved being in control I could feel him tense, coming closer to his climax and I moved faster. He reached up and kneaded my breast pinching my nipples. I pulled him out almost completely and plunged back onto him making him groan and grip my hips thrusting harder into me. We both climaxed at the same time. I could feel the heat shoot into me and I screamed soaking him in my own juices. I laid on the bed next to him, cuddled lazy running my hand along his chest. “Thank you,” I said, licking away a bead of sweat on his neck. Little Red Dress I watched the Rum Diary last night and was quite taken by the dance scene. Here's my take on it. *** Sarah loved to dance. But me, I danced like a scarecrow on acid and so as usual I sat and quietly sipped my drink as I watched her enjoy herself. The club was filling up fast and the raised area I sat in was the only part of the place that wasn't crammed full of sweating, gyrating bodies. It was a pretty sleazy place, but she had insisted on coming here and said it would be ok - she'd been here before plenty of times in the past. I watched my wife, imagining for a moment that I wasn't her husband, she looked so sexy. Her long blonde hair flicked and shook as she danced, wet strands catching on her tanned skin in the baking heat, her large braless tits bouncing and swaying in her tight dress. That short red dress soon got her plenty of attention as I knew it would. A tall, well-muscled black guy danced over to her grinning. She grinned back and moved closer to him, turning her back on me as she did so. My heartbeat picked up pace as they got closer and closer to each other until finally they were touching, their bodies bumping against each other as they danced. My wife's round ass jiggled and shook, the tight red material covering it leaving nothing to the imagination. I took a large gulp of my whisky and soda and nearly choked as I saw the guys hands reach around my wife's waist while she ran her hands up his bare arms and hooked them around his neck. He obviously saw the green light and slid his hands around further and down until he was cupping her ass cheeks. I could see Sarah push her body tightly into him, her legs now parted slightly to allow enough room for his thigh to grind against her crotch. As they danced like this a small crowd of men gathered round them, still dancing, watching another hot white wife looking for some black cock. My own cock stiffened in my pants and my stomach flipped as through the crowd I saw the black guys hand travel up my wife's back before moving down again, gradually lowering the zip on her dress. She'd never gone this far before, her usual limit was flirting, teasing maybe even kissing. Once I'd watched a guy finger her in an alleyway, but I had no idea how she might react to this guy undoing her dress on a crowded dance floor. It was pretty obvious where he wanted this to go and I felt more than a little uncertain about the direction the situation was headed myself. The red material spread slowly apart, revealing first her naked back glistening in the flashing blue and red lights and then the top half of her ass encased in her see-through, red lacy panties. I looked at the faces of the men surrounding her and to a man they were grinning like wolves, their eyes glued to my wife's backside. The music changed and Sarah's dance partner spun her round so that she was now facing me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and her hair wet and dishevelled as she ground her ass back into the black guy's crotch. He had a grin on his face that threatened to split it in two and impossibly it seemed to grow wider as he leaned forward slightly, slipping his hands underneath Sarah's dress as he did so. My wife reached back and crossed her arms behind her partner's neck as he pulled her back into him, nuzzling her neck through her long blonde tresses. She was smiling now, still open mouthed and I could see why. The guy's hands were inside the top of her dress mauling her 36DD's. A few whoops erupted from the guys watching them as they drew closer to the dancing couple, obscuring my view. I decided that things had gone far enough. I downed the rest of my drink and stood a little unsteadily aiming myself at the steps down to the dance floor. But as soon as I reached them I was stopped by two huge black guys in suits and shades. "Sit down white boy," one of them growled. "I'm leaving, I just need to get my wife," I complained struggling against them. "Just sit the fuck down, relax and enjoy the show. Little white girl's not going anywhere, she's enjoying herself," the second bouncer laughed. With that they pushed me back up the steps and into my seat and then returned to stand guard over the dance floor whilst watching my wife's performance. I stood up and leant on the rail in front of me, I could see the top half of my wife now but that was all, I had to guess at what was going on below but it wasn't that difficult to work out. Sarah's movements had changed, instead of the smooth dancing movements of moments before her head was now jerking back rhythmically, the top half of her body rising and falling slightly in time with the bumps. The guy's body was jerking in time too so it was pretty obvious he was fucking her. My cock was like iron as I watched my wife get fucked on the dance floor of a seedy club, my heart was hammering in my chest and I felt nauseous and angry, but at the same time I was so turned on by it all. The black guy fucked Sarah for at least five minutes before I saw his expression change. His teeth gritted, he grimaced as his movements sped up until finally he stopped and gasped, a look of elation sweeping across his features. No sooner had he finished cumming in my wife than she was grabbed by another tall black guy. She laughed as he took her, readying her for a dose of his big black cock and this time the guy had his back to me so I could see pretty much everything. Sarah was bent over as before her dress pulled up over her waist and her panties nowhere to be seen. She was grinding her ass in small circles, beckoning his cock towards her, her wet and wanton pussy desperate to be filled to the hilt once more. The new guy obliged and I watched in awe as he took hold of his large thick black cock and began to stuff it into my wife's cunt. Even with the added lubrication of the previous guy's spunk it was still a tight fit and I could see her struggling slightly at first, a pained expression on her face. But then after a few long strokes she settled down and began to grind her ass back into him again as he fucked her. I jumped as I heard a voice laughing in my ear, "Little white girl likes black cock boy!" I looked round and saw a well-dressed black man, bald, obese and possibly in his late fifties. Several gold teeth gleamed in the club lights as he grinned at me and nodded. Then looking past me he motioned with his head for me to look. I turned back to the dance floor just in time to see my wife being led away by several big guys, her dress loosely hanging off her sweating body. She wasn't struggling and when she briefly turned to look my way there was no recognition, just glazed eyes and pure panting lust. Then she was gone, lost in the crowd. The guy that had been most recently fucking her was laughing and doing up his pants, he took a brief look in my direction, burst out laughing again then disappeared into the crowd too. I guessed he must have cum inside Sarah as well. "Don't worry my boys will take good care of her white boy. They all going to have a nice little party in the back room before they bring her married white cunt up to my bed," the old man laughed in my ear again. I turned angrily towards him, my fists clenched and my brain on fire, but I was grabbed by the two bouncers before I could move. As I was led away I heard the old man laughing again, "You'll get your pretty little wife back white boy but she won't be the same, she's a black cock whore now." The bouncers were still laughing as they pushed me into a waiting cab outside the club, "Take the white boy home, then you come back and ride his wife she'll be needing plenty of cock tonight," one of them told the taxi driver. The driver just laughed as he started the engine, "Where do you live white boy?"