3 comments/ 103929 views/ 4 favorites Private Dancer Ch. 01 By: mytasteislikecandy Chapter 1: The Dance I couldn't believe Marcus had convinced me to go with him. This went against everything I'd ever believed in. I didn't like him going at all, but this was his birthday and I knew he had not gone to this club in ages because of me. His friends always went, and came home talking about what had went on, and I could tell Marcus was a bit jealous, but then he'd look at me and smile. I knew he loved me; it wasn't that. Just the fact that some naked chick was rubbing on my man didn't set well with me. Plus, if he thought I was perfect, why did he need to see these half clothed females? Wasn't I enough? I was 21; Marcus had taken my virginity the year before. We'd been together for 2 years now and our sex life was great. For me at least. He was starting to get bored he told me. At first, I was offended and crushed. But then, I realized that most men wouldn't have come to me...they would've found someone else to "break them off", as Marcus and his buddies liked to put it. So I started working on being a bit more creative in the bedroom. I'd used whipped cream, honey, and a blindfold...things that my girlfriends had told me to do. But it wasn't enough for him. So, when he asked me to go with him on his 23rd birthday to Club Illusion, I'd reluctantly agreed. If he wanted this that badly, at least I'd be there to chaperone. Nothing could go wrong with me there, or so I thought. I'd dressed carefully that night, in a short black skirt, black corset, and knee high black boots. I was 5'5, 130 pounds, with what Marcus called "a black girl's booty" and perfectly firm tits. My hair was dark brown, and I twisted it up, in a style I knew Marcus liked on me. My makeup was heavier than I normally wore it, dark eye shadow bringing out my deep green eyes, and shiny pale gloss making my lips shine. Sighing, I finally ventured into the living room where Marcus and two of his friends were waiting. They hooted and whistled, till I was blushing red, and Marcus finally made them stop. He hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Thank you, love...you're making me so happy doing this." He kissed me gently and then led me to the car. I was nervous the whole ride, not saying much as he drove us to the club. We were riding in his black Accord, his friends following in their own cars. Marcus didn't force me to talk, only held my hand as we drove on through the night. He knew I was nervous, so he didn't pressure me. That's what I loved about him. He was the only black man I'd ever dated, and a far cry from what my parents had expected him to be. They hated the fact that we were together, yet that didn't stop me from loving him. And he loved me in return. Because he didn't fit their stereotypes of the typical black man, he wasn't liked. He threatened their little fantasy world where white people were superior, and the minorities were deemed unworthy. Therefore, we didn't visit my parents often. I was happy with him, and had decided that my happiness was of greater importance than my parents. Maybe one day, they'd realize their mistake and welcome Marcus into our family, but I wasn't holding my breath. Too soon, we arrived at Club Illusion, and I was shaking as he helped me out of the car. Hugging me against his muscled chest, he kissed my forehead and whispered, "Thank you again, Mandy. You make me so happy. I promise you'll have fun, and if you don't, we can leave? Okay?" Relieved that he was being so understanding, I nodded and kissed his lips, hugging him back. His friends Terrence and Damon arrived then, and we all entered the smoky club. At the door, Marcus paid the $30.00 cover; $20.00 for himself, and $10.00 for me. After his friends paid, we made our way to the bar where he ordered me a Bombay and tonic and himself a beer. After his friends had their drinks, I allowed him to lead me through the crowded floor, searching for a table. We found one, up front near the T-shaped stage, and he held my chair for me as I sat down. Marcus pulled his chair over closer to mine, his hand resting on my bare thigh. "I love how our skin looks together, Mandy. Damn, girl, you turn me on so much." He whispered into my ear, his lips grazing the sensitive lobe. I blushed, and turned to kiss him softly. "You turn me on too, baby. I love you." He smiled and whispered that he loved me back. Before I could respond, the DJ lowered the music and announced the first dancer of the night. "Welcome to Club Illusion, where fantasy meets reality. Are we ready to have a good fucking time?" He yelled into the microphone, and the crowd of mostly men responded with a loud cheer. "Well, let's get this party started! Give a warm Club Illusion welcome to our headliner tonight, the Nubian goddess herself, Caramel Delight!" The lights dimmed as the crowd roared, some of the men chanting, "We love Caramel! We love Caramel!" I was intrigued, wondering whom this woman was. She must be perfect, I thought, letting my eyes move to the dark stage. The first strains of Let's Ride by Montell Jordan started, and I shivered. I loved this song; it was just so sexual, a perfect choice to strip to. A spotlight centered on the stage and suddenly she was there. I had no idea how she'd made it onto the stage without anyone noticing, but she had. The men roared again, but she didn't respond. She simply began moving, and the room went silent. My eyes roved over her body, starting at her toes. She wore clear platforms, the heels at least 5 inches tall. Her toes were painted a bright red, and her feet were tiny, the arches high and perfect. Never before had a person's feet turned me on, but I felt a familiar tingling beginning in the pit of my stomach. I moved my gaze up over her slender ankles to her tight calves, perfect knees, and then onto the most amazingly thick thighs I'd ever seen. Her skin was the color of caramel, and those thighs...what a delight! Hence the name, I assumed. She was dressed in a booty hugging pair of white shorts that left little to the imagination. They also fitted tightly over her crotch area, and her pussy looked amazingly beautiful as well. I'd never looked at women before, but I couldn't take my eyes off of this one. I sat, enraptured, as I finished exploring her form with my eyes. She had a flat stomach, muscles just barely visible under her perfect skin. Her breasts were about my size, C cups, and the white corset she wore was almost just like mine! Her breasts overflowed out of the top and when she moved, they jiggled. I was afraid they were going to pop out any moment. Her neck was long and slender, and then I saw her face. My god, her face was that of a goddess. Oval with high cheekbones, soft full lips that a man, or woman, would want to kiss for days. Her eyes were almond shaped, and a golden color. She looked sultry as she moved across the stage, her hips gyrating with the beat. Her hair was black and shoulder length, but she had it braided tight against her head in crisp cornrows, which made her eyes even more pronounced. I tried to catch my breath, hoping Marcus and his clan of boys hadn't noticed my interest in the girl. I squeezed Marcus' hand that was still on my thigh, and he smiled at me. "Having fun baby?" he whispered, and I simply nodded, my eyes moving back to the stage. Her back was turned now, and her ass was almost directly in front of my face. I blushed, ashamed at my reaction to this woman. Her ass...God, how to describe it? An apple, that's what it looked like. The white shorts stopped just where her buttocks began, and that helped to make her booty look even more round and full than it already did. I swallowed, my eyes drinking in every inch of her body, and the way she moved. As the dance progressed, she slowly stripped. It wasn't as nasty as I'd expected. Her fingers nimbly untied her laced up corset, her breasts straining to get free. I watched as slowly she revealed herself to us. My mouth was dry when her beautiful breasts were revealed. Mounds of "caramel delight" topped with beautiful brown nipples that were hard due to the cool air blowing across the stage. I figured that was the reason it was so cold in this club, to keep the dancer's nipples erect. Too bad it was doing the same to mine. At least, that's what I blamed it on. She cupped her breasts, playing with the buds, her eyes fluttering closed as she sank to her knees. When Montell began singing, "Her chocolate lips and sexy thighs, Sittin' properly up on top of me, she's riding, ain't no stopping me now...She bounced fast, Then rocked slow...Like she's auditioning to kick it in my video..." the dancer was on her knees, legs spread, her hips rolling over and over again, simulating riding on top of a man. Her ass was hovering over the floor, her thighs quivering as she danced. I watched as her hands stroked down over her thighs, and then went to the buttons on her shorts. Slowly, she undid them. When she stood again, she shimmied a bit, the white shorts dropping to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and kicked them out into the crowd. Unfortunately, they landed on the table in front of me. I blushed again, as Marcus laughed, his hands grabbing the warm shorts and handing them to me. "Baby, these would look fucking amazing on you. Maybe Caramel here will let you keep them." Marcus said, smiling at me broadly. "Ha ha, very funny babe. Give me those!" I said, snatching them out of his hands. I was pretending to be mad; when all I really wanted to do was touch something she'd been wearing. What the hell was wrong with me? This woman had me more aroused than I'd been in a long time, and I was only watching her dance. Now, I understood what men liked about this place. Turning in my chair, I watched the now nude dancer finish up her routine in a full split, her shaved pussy open and glistening under the spotlight. I gasped, feeling my own pussy spasm at the sight. The lights went out, and the crowd cheered, several men approaching the stage with money in their outstretched hands. The lights flickered back on, and Caramel was there again, a hot pink thong covering her nakedness. She smiled at the men surrounding the stage, bending down to take their proffered money, and to kiss a few of their cheeks. Sometimes, if the tip was particularly big, she'd let him fondle her breast or her ass, but only for a second. I felt Marcus nudging me, and I turned to see him holding out a ten dollar bill. "I want you to tip her, Mandy." I frowned at him, shaking my head, but he insisted. "Go on, you enjoyed her show, give this to her. It's not a big deal." He said, thrusting the money into my hand. Reluctantly, I clenched it in my fist and stood up. Damon and Terrence whistled at me as I walked slowly toward the stage, but I ignored them. What was I doing? Sure, I loved her performance, and she was hot...but I was one of the only women in the bar and here I was, going to give a stripper money. I'd never imagined this. She noticed me coming, and stopped where she was. Other men were circling the stage, money held out, but she waited on me. I looked up at her, and our eyes locked. Swallowing, I took the last two steps to the waist high stage, and she knelt before me, her face on a level with mine. I held out the ten dollars and she smiled, revealing beautiful teeth. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning closer to me. "You having a good time?" I nodded, unable to speak. It was like I was in a trance, our eyes hadn't left each other's since she'd seen me coming. I didn't know what to say. She slid the bill in her thong, and then reached out a hand to stroke my cheek. "You're rather beautiful. Stick around for a while, I'd like to dance for you. Privately." My eyes widened, and she laughed. "Never had a private dance baby?" "No...never. I've nev...never been to a place like this before." I mumbled, lifting my hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. God, I felt stupid...this woman had me sounding like an imbecile. "Never, huh? Well, I'll have to be your first dance. I saw where you were sitting. I'll be around in about 10 minutes. Don't leave, okay?" Her eyes were searching mine, her hand still stroking my cheek. I simply nodded, and she grinned, then stood up and turned on her stiletto heel to gather the rest of her tips. Stumbling, I finally made it back to our table, and I knew my face was bright red. The boys were watching me closely. Marcus said, "She talked to you for a long time. What did she say, baby?" I shook my head, picking up my drink and taking a long swallow. My hands were shaking, and I felt a bit nauseous. Marcus frowned at me, then said, "Are you ok? Do you want to go home, Mandy?" He stood up and began to reach for his jacket, but I stopped him. "No, Marcus, I'm fine. Let's stay, for real, I'm ok. Just need another drink. Okay?" He looked at me closely, and then finally nodded. Leaning over, he kissed my lips softly then went to the bar to get new drinks for us. My hands were gripping the near empty glass of gin, and I could tell that Damon and Terrence were suspecting something. "So, Mandy, what DID she say to you?" Damon finally asked, his eyes narrowed. "Nothing, Damon. Don't worry about it. It's cool." I replied, sipping the last of my drink. Marcus appeared then with a fresh one, and I took it, drinking half of it in one swallow. The guys exchanged glances, and then laughed. "Thirsty, love?" Marcus asked, patting my knee. I simply nodded, then sipped my drink slower. Soon, the guys were talking about sports, and my encounter with the stripper was forgotten. Another girl stepped onto the stage, this time Asian. But I didn't even notice what she looked like. She was nothing compared to Caramel. I'd almost thought that Caramel had been joking about meeting me, but then she appeared out of a side door leading to the stage. I gulped, my heart starting to beat faster. She made her way toward our table, stopping occasionally to talk to a patron, or accept a tip. I hoped she'd just keep going, but when she was a few tables away, her eyes found mine and she waved. I waved back, smiling slightly. Up until now, the boys had not noticed Caramel's entrance to the floor. But when they saw me waving at someone, their eyes followed the path of my gaze, and they all looked back at me. "What the?" Marcus muttered, his eyes moving between Caramel and me. Soon, she was at our table, and Terrence jumped up to pull a chair over for her. He'd put the seat right next to his, but Caramel just smiled and eased it closer to me. The boys again looked shocked, but nobody said anything. Caramel had on a tight red dress, low cut and strapless. It ended mid thigh, and hugged her curves like a well-fitted glove. Her heels were the same as before, and when she sat down, she crossed her long long legs, allowing all of us a good glimpse of her marvelous thighs. "Hi, pretty." She said, looking at me and reaching out to touch my face again. I blushed, and said, "Hi. This is my boyfriend Marcus, and his friends Damon and Terrence." She nodded politely, shaking their hands, and then turning back to me. "But what's your name?" she asked, smiling. "Oh, sorry, I'm Mandy." "Nice to meet you, sweetie. So, how are you enjoying the club so far, Mandy?" Her eyes never left my face, and I was a bit uncomfortable. Damon, Terrence, and Marcus were all just watching us, incredulity in their eyes. They'd never expected me to be talking to a stripper; not just a stripper, but also the hottest damned chick in the club. Soon, however, I was able to tune them out, and Caramel and I talked. She didn't seem aware of the boy's gazes, or the fact that the other patrons of the bar were upset that she wasn't paying them any attention. She had all of her attention focused on me, and only me. I didn't notice when Marcus brought me a fresh drink, and also one for Caramel. She and I were having a great conversation, and I was truly enjoying myself. I'd almost forgotten we were in a strip club until she said, "So, Mandy, do I get to give you that dance?" Marcus' eyes almost bugged out of his head, and he turned to look at me so fast that I thought I heard his neck pop. I grinned at him, and then looked back at her. "Sure, Caramel. How much is it?" "Well, baby, it's supposed to be $30.00, but for you, I'll do it for free. That is, if your man doesn't mind." She turned in her seat and smiled at Marcus, and he practically fell off his seat. "Mandy, you really want to do this?" he asked, turning to me. "Yeah, I do. It'll be fun, baby. Come on, let me." I pleaded, my hand resting on his arm. Caramel interrupted saying, "How bout if I let you watch?" That sold Marcus and he jumped from his chair, almost knocking it over. I laughed, and Caramel stood, reaching out to take my hand and help me up. Grabbing my purse, we walked to the back of the bar, where there were several couches hidden in cubicles. The openings to the makeshift rooms were covered with velvety purple curtains, and Caramel held one open as Marcus and I entered. The tiny space had a red loveseat against the back wall, and next to it a straight-backed wooden chair. I assumed that men sometimes sat there to watch their lovers with the women, just like Marcus was about to do. Caramel motioned for Marcus to take his seat, and he did, more than willingly. He looked amazed that I would be doing this, and when our eyes met, he mouthed, "I love you, babe." I smiled at him, and then took my seat on the couch. She closed the curtain behind us, leaving the room dimly lit. A small table was situated on the other side of the sofa, and a red bulb gave off a hazy glow. Her skin looked lovely under the soft light, and I swallowed as my eyes roamed over her yet again. The DJ was playing another slow jam, this time So Anxious, by Genuine. Caramel approached me slowly, her hips swaying with the sultry beat. Her eyes were locked on mine, and I forgot where I was. Forgot that my boyfriend was sitting nearby, his eyes watching everything that was going on. For the moment, it was just she and I, and this room. The music had me feeling sexy, and when she began to dance in front of me, I was entranced. Her hands stroked over her body, caressing herself as she swayed with the song. I could see she was a talented dancer, probably one of the best I'd ever seen. Her fingers were caressing her breasts, cupping them and showing them off to me. Her nipples were hard against the silky fabric of her dress, and I began to wonder if more than just the cold air was keeping them that way. She turned slowly, revealing her lovely ass to me, and her hands moved down to rub over it, squeezing it. I suddenly wanted to touch her, to feel her body under my hands. But I restrained myself, clutching my fingers in my lap. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she began easing her dress up, revealing more and more of her long legs to me. Soon, the bottom curves of her bottom were revealed, and I saw the thin red strap of her thong covering her womanhood. She looked so good standing there, dress halfway exposing her perfect ass, her body moving with the beat. Again, she turned to face me, and I saw the front of her sex. The silky thong clung to her lips, and I wondered if she was wet. Caramel continued working her dress upward, baring more and more of her fabulous body to me. Soon, only her breasts were covered, and I allowed myself to take in her flat tummy and the bottom curves of her luscious tits. Slowly, oh so slowly, she finally removed the dress, her hands stretched above her head as she pulled it completely off, throwing it over to me. I grabbed it, clenching it in my fists, and stared at her. Wearing only a thong, she cupped her breasts again, this time pinching her hardened nipples in between her fingers. I sighed, wishing it were my hands touching her in those places. When I realized what I'd just wished for, I was stunned. I'd never considered women like this before, but for some reason, I wanted this one. Wanted to kiss her, touch her....taste her. And I had a feeling she wouldn't stop me if I tried. But what would Marcus say? At the thought of him, I remembered that he was in the room with us, and I turned to look at him. Surprisingly, he wasn't looking at Caramel; his gaze was locked on me. I knew he was watching my reaction to her striptease, and from her expression, I knew he was loving it. My emotions must have been showing on my face, for he smiled and winked at me. Private Dancer Ch. 01 Smiling back, I returned my eyes to Caramel, who was now dancing her way closer to me. A few steps later, her legs were brushing against my knees, and her breasts were level with my face. Her hands still caressed them, holding them out to me, and I licked my lips, my eyes devouring her beautiful skin. Her legs spread and she straddled me on the couch, her knees resting on either side of my body. At her touch, my body reacted, shivering slightly at the feel of her skin against mine. My hands wanted to lift to hold her breasts, but I didn't. I was sure it wasn't allowed. Caramel rested her hands on my shoulders, her face mere inches from mine, our lips almost touching. We were gazing deep into each other's eyes as she began rolling her hips like she had on the stage, her pussy brushing over my thighs with every downward move. I gasped a bit feeling how warm she was against my bare thigh, and she smiled, knowing what she was doing to me. She sat up, her hands moving from my shoulders to her thong. Easing her thumbs underneath the waistband, she began working them down, smoothly rolling them over her full ass and halfway down her thighs. This left her pussy naked above me, and I almost fainted as she began to move again. This time, instead of feeling silky panties, I felt silky skin. She was shaved, and wet. Very wet. Now I was too. I could feel her juices on my legs as she pantomimed riding me as if I was a man. Her gorgeous breasts were in my face, tempting me, and her hands lifted to my head. Holding the back of my head, she slowly eased my mouth forward, teasing me even more. I wanted to flick out my tongue and taste her nipple, but I was scared. Too scared. And she could tell. Bending forward, she whispered, "It's ok...I won't tell if you touch me. I want to feel your mouth on my breasts Mandy, please. Taste me." I gasped, my breathing growing difficult. She rose up again, presenting her breasts to me once more. Glancing to my left, I could see Marcus was leaning forward, his eyes locked on her breasts and my mouth. Wondering what his reaction would be, I slowly stuck out my tongue and licked her right nipple. He groaned, and she gasped, both sounds stimulating me. I grew more confident, and I did it again, this time pressing a bit more firmly. Caramel's hands pulled my face into her, and I allowed her nipple to slip into my mouth. Closing my lips over the hardened bud of her breast, I suckled on her gently, listening to her moans as I tasted her. Marcus was panting, and I looked at him from the corner of my eye. His hand was between his legs stroking his erection. He was really turned on! I couldn't believe that he'd actually wanted to see this, to see me with another girl. Knowing what power I now held, I slid my hands around her waist and held her there as I moved to her other breast. Caramel whispered my name, and her hips pressed tighter against me, her pussy now almost soaked. I nuzzled her left tit, sucking the tight tip in between my lips and circling it with my tongue. She loved my ministrations, and so did Marcus. How powerful I suddenly felt. She moved her hands over mine and guided them down to her ass. I almost died as her full cheeks filled my palms, and I squeezed them firmly, holding her in my hands. Her ass was amazing, round and firm. I began kneading the flesh as I continued sucking on her breasts, my mouth making wet suckling noises. Marcus was about to lose it as he watched our interaction. Her head was tossed back, back arched as she rode my thighs. My face was buried in her ample cleavage, tongue tracing against her soft brown flesh. Just as the song was about to end, she pulled away from me, her fingers lifting my face from her chest. Lowering her mouth, she pressed her lips against mine, kissing me softly. I felt her tongue trace my lips, and I opened my mouth willingly, allowing her entry to my depths. We kissed for almost a minute, Marcus' eyes popping from his head as I continued to stroke her ass. Breaking the kiss, she slid off my lap, tugging her thong back up. I could see her pussy, thick and wet, and I longed to touch it like I'd just touched her ass. She smiled and knelt in front of me. "I have to go on stage now, but I'd like to see you when I get off. Would that be ok?" she asked, her hands resting on my thighs. I looked to Marcus, and he nodded frantically. I could still see his cock pressing against his slacks, and I grinned, looking back at her. "Well, you know, it wouldn't just be me and you. He is my boyfriend after all." I joked, blushing a bit. She smiled, and glanced at him. "That's fine. He can watch." She said, winking at Marcus. He didn't argue, just winked back and then stood up. "I think that'd be fine, Caramel. If Mandy agrees." He looked at me, his expression filled with interest. Thinking only for a second, I nodded. "That'd be fine, Caramel. What time do you get off?" She explained that she only had two more sets to do, and then she'd be free to leave. I told her that was ok, and then said, "We're going to leave now, but we'll have a room at the hotel next door. Here's my cell number." I reached into my purse and pulled out a business card, handing it to her. She tucked it into her thong's waistband and then stood up. "Okay babe, I'll call you as soon as I'm off. Can't wait, Mandy." She kissed my lips softly and then waved bye to Marcus as she left the cubicle. Turning to look at each other, Marcus began to grin. "Wow, baby, this is going to be some birthday." I simply nodded, taking his hand and leading him back to our table. Private Dancer Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Hotel, Scene 1 After we made it back to our table, we informed Damon and Terrence we were going to leave. Their eyes were curious, moving between Marcus and I as we said our goodbyes. They were going to stay longer, so we gathered our coats and left the club hand in hand. Marcus was silent as we drove the few minutes to the hotel next door. Our hands were still clasped together, and I wondered what he was thinking. Parking in front of the office, he turned to look at me. "Mandy, are you positive you want to do this? I mean, it's a big step, and I don't want you to feel as if you have to. For me, I mean." He looked so serious, and I loved him more in that moment than I ever had. I knew that me and another girl was a fantasy of his, but here he was telling me that I didn't have to do it. Little did he know that I wanted to do it as well. Maybe more than he did. Leaning over to kiss him, I said, "Yes, baby, I'm sure. I want this too. She was captivating, and to be honest, I can't stop thinking about her. She has me so turned on. Feel." I guided his hand between my thighs, pressing his fingers against my thong. Even he could tell how wet I was through the satiny material. "Damn, baby. You're really going to do this, aren't you? Wow." He shook his head in amazement, and then said, "God, I love you Mandy. So much." Kissing me again, he finally opened the door. "Let me go get a room. Be right back." While I waited for him, I pondered what I was about to do. Never had I thought about being with a woman sexually, yet here I was about to go through with it. And not because my boyfriend had asked me to, but because I wanted to! Who would have thought it? But Caramel was amazing, so pretty, so perfect. And nice and smart too. I was totally attracted to her, as was apparent by my current state. My fingers drifted between my legs and I leisurely stroked over my panties, feeling how wet I was. Becoming more daring, I slid a finger under the waistband and rubbed my slit slowly, wondering how it would feel to have "her" hand touching me there. Well, I'd soon find out. Marcus returned, a card key in his hand. Sliding into the driver seat, he drove us around to the back of the hotel, where our room was. We parked, and then got out of the car. He told me we were in room 112, and I saw that it was down on the corner of the building. Taking my hand, he led me to our room for the night, his fingers stroking my palm. I knew he was excited, almost as excited as me. I couldn't wait for her to call, and my heart was racing. Wow, I was about to do something I'd never fathomed. What a night this had turned out to be. Entering the room, I sat on the bed, reaching down to unlace my boots. Kicking them off, I slid back against the headboard, drawing my legs up and wrapping my arms around my knees. Marcus had carried a bag in from the car, and I knew it held his bottles of emergency liquor. I'd never understood the need for them, but now I did. I could definitely use a drink. He ran down the hall for some ice and when he came back he mixed me another gin and tonic, and himself one as well. Sliding onto the bed with me, we flipped on the television, and I rested against him, my head on his shoulder as we sipped our drinks in silence. His hand was resting on my thigh, and his fingers were massaging my flesh gently. I moaned a bit, my legs opening just a touch, and he slid his hand closer to my damp sex. Setting my drink down, I turned to him, pulling his face to mine for a kiss. Never had I been so turned on, and I needed some sort of interaction. He placed his drink to the side and kissed me back, his hands sliding around my back and pulling me close. We savored each other for minutes, his fingers playing up and down my body, over my ass, and then back to my shoulders. Whimpering a bit, I moved to lie on my back, tugging my skirt up over my hips. "Please Marcus, I need...need you to touch me. Please." I whispered, my eyes on his. Never had I been so wanton and he was enjoying it. Moving between my legs, he pushed them apart and then gripped my panties in his hands. Pulling them down, he slid them off my bare feet, and then spread my legs farther. Without any hesitation, he lay down between my thighs and buried his face in my soaked pussy. I groaned, arching up into his mouth as his tongue circled my throbbing clit and then slid inside me. I'd needed to be touched for so long now that I was already on the verge of coming, and Marcus knew it. Slipping his hands under my ass, he held me up off the bed, his mouth working on my sex, and his tongue flicking over my clit again and again before delving back inside. I was squeezing my breasts, pinching the nipples as he ate me. One of his fingers was teasing around my asshole, and I found that I didn't mind. That was another of his fantasies; anal sex, yet I hadn't found the courage to do that. But tonight I realized, anything could happen. I was so wet that my juices had lubricated my asshole and he used that to his advantage. While sucking on my clit, his middle finger pushed gently at my tight rosebud, slowly working its way inside of me. Panting, I tried to loosen up, and found that it was actually quite pleasurable, his finger inside my ass. When his tongue began licking my clitoris again, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh god, baby, I'm about to come, oh shit Marcus, that feels so good, ooh shit...shit baby...I'm coming, god I'm coming!" I cried, my body spasming as the first wave of my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clenched as did my ass, and his finger delved deeper into me, causing the climax to intensify. He never stopped sucking at my pussy, and I filled his mouth with my juices. His tongue lapped at me, gently cleaning me of my come, and his finger eased out of my ass and then into my soaked cunt. I shivered and another wave of pleasure took me, and I cried out again. Finally, I relaxed; my legs spread wide, eyes closed as I tried to regain control of my breathing. He slid up my body, his hands coming to rest on my breasts. Looking down at me, he whispered, "God, Mandy, you're so fucking beautiful. And you taste so good." He kissed me then, and I kissed back, tasting myself for the first time. Before, when he'd go down on me, I wouldn't kiss him afterward, thinking that it was nasty. But tonight was different. I was free, and open, and willing to do anything. I tasted sweet as I sucked his lips and tongue, kissing him for several minutes. Eventually, my breathing was back to normal, and I was sated. For the moment. We held each other, not speaking, and waited for the phone to ring. We didn't have to wait long. I heard the chirping of my phone from the dresser and rose from the bed to answer it. "Hello?" I said, my voice trembling a bit. "Hey sexy, this is Caramel. I'm off work. Where are you guys?" she said, her voice throaty over the phone. I explained to her what hotel we were at, and gave her the room number. "I'll be there in less than ten minutes. Can't wait to see you beautiful." She murmured before hanging up. I crawled back into the bed, Marcus' arms sliding around me again. "Was that her?" "Yes, silly. Whom else would I be giving directions to?" I joked, slapping him on the arm playfully. "True, true. Forgive me." He kissed my cheek and slid his hand under my skirt again, his fingers teasing around my still damp sex. "No no," I said, "Wait till Caramel gets here. I don't wanna start something we can't finish." He sighed and sat up, drawing me against him. "Okay, I'll wait, but when she gets here, it's all over." He grinned evilly, and I laughed, squeezing him tight. Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Damn, that was fast." I said, sliding off the bed. I was nervous, but I went to the door anyway. Unlatching the deadbolt, I pulled it open, and she stood there. As beautiful as ever. I smiled, and held the door open, allowing her to step inside. She grinned and then leaned over and pressed a kiss to my lips. I blushed, and she laughed. "You're so cute, Mandy. So innocent. That's why I like you, I think." She said, slipping off her jacket and laying it over a chair. I looked at her, my eyes taking in the form fitting jeans, and the simple white t-shirt with the red glittery Playboy bunny on it. Even in street clothes, she was gorgeous. "Would you like a drink?" Marcus asked, getting off the bed. "We only have gin and tonic, but hey, it's good." Caramel nodded, and Marcus made her a drink, handing it to her. Their fingers brushed, and they looked at each other, smiling. Surprisingly, I didn't feel jealous at all, just excited. I retrieved my drink from the nightstand and said, "A toast. This is Marcus' birthday Caramel, so..." I winked, and she laughed. "What a gift you're giving him! You must be his dream!" she remarked, and Marcus nodded. "That she is, Caramel, that she is." He touched my cheek lovingly, and I smiled. "By the way, call me Jasmine. That's my real name. Caramel makes me feel like I'm still at work, and God knows this isn't a job." We all laughed, and I lifted my drink again. "So, here's to new years, new friends, and new experiences." We all clicked the edges of our glasses together, and then drank. After that, there was a bit of an uncomfortable silence, but then Jasmine broke the tension. "Well, let's set the mood." She picked up the remote and flicked to the pay-per-view channels. Selecting a movie called Hip Hop Honeys she laid the remote to the side and then slid onto the bed. I watched the screen, eyes wide as the movie began. Just two black girls, kissing. No words, just straight to the sex. They were passionate, hands roaming over nude bodies, fingers delving into private spots. I could hear their moans, and my body began to grow warm, imagining that it was Jasmine and I performing these acts. Marcus settled himself into a chair near the bed, his eyes on the screen. I could tell he was already aroused, considering the events of the night. Jasmine patted the mattress beside her, and I obligingly climbed up beside her. Unintentionally, we were in the same position that Marcus and I had been earlier, our backs against the headboard, legs out in front of us. We all watched the movie in silence; the only sounds the impassioned cries and mumbles of the two women fucking on the television. I was beginning to wonder what was going to happen when I felt her hand slide onto my thigh. I glanced down and saw her darker flesh resting on the lighter skin of my leg. Her manicured fingers were kneading my flesh gently, and I sighed, relaxing under her touch. She slid closer, our bodies pressed against each other, and I didn't object. Soon, her hand moved upward a bit, the side of her palm brushing over my naked mons. "Oooh, no panties." She whispered, leaning over me to place her drink on the nightstand. By now, Marcus had noticed the activity on the bed and his gaze was on us instead of the girls on the TV. I smiled at him, and he winked at me, his face glowing with anticipation. Jasmine's hand was almost under my skirt now, and I began breathing heavier as she slowly began working my skirt up over my hips. "Take off that corset while I take care of the skirt. I want to see you like you saw me, Mandy." My hands went to the laces of my top and began undoing them. I didn't even hesitate; her wish was my command. The top opened, my full breasts slowly coming into view. Marcus was panting, his eyes focused on what we were doing. His hand was stroking himself through his pants, but he was taking his time. I knew he wouldn't let himself come until we had. I couldn't wait to see him orgasm because of what Jasmine and I were doing. I felt her sliding my skirt down over my legs, and then my corset was undone, and she tugged on it, pulling it completely off. Now I was nude, on the bed, her kneeling beside me. "So so sexy. What a lovely body you have Mandy. You could be a dancer, you know that right?" she said, her eyes roaming over my body. I flushed a bit, and shook my head, "No I couldn't. I'm nowhere near as sexy as you, Jasmine." I whispered, my hands reaching out for her. She allowed me to pull her face to mine, and we indulged in a long kiss, our tongues easing out to play in the space between our lips so that Marcus could watch us taste each other. I felt so wanton, so sexy, and I was wet already. I knew that tonight was going to be amazing, and I couldn't wait for things to really get started. Jasmine grasped my thighs and pulled until I was laying on my back, her hovering over me. Her hands reached out to stroke my breasts, and I gasped as she rolled my erect nipples between her fingers. "Mmm, you're a responsive one. I like that...make some noise for me baby." She murmured, leaning over to kiss my nipples. I groaned louder as she began sucking on the left nipple, her hand teasing the right one. She cupped them in her hands and then began moving her mouth from one to the other, spending a few seconds on each, making sure that neither was ignored. I loved my breasts being touched, and she was good at it. Her mouth moved over them, licking the full globes, not missing a spot. Most men think that the only sensitive spot on a breast is the nipple, but women know better; Jasmine knew better. Her tongue moved over the whole orb, lifting it to lick the underside of my breasts, her fingers playing with the nips as she suckled on my skin. My legs were spread, and my body was moving under hers, wanting her to move farther down. She understood, and her mouth moved to my flat tummy. I felt her tongue lapping at my flesh, and then dipping into my navel. I gasped, and turned my head to look at Marcus. He had opened his pants and his cock was out, gripped in his hand. Stroking it, his eyes were focused on Jasmine's mouth, and the path it was following. I whispered his name, and he looked up at my face. I used a finger to motion him closer, and he sprang up, coming to sit on the bed near my head. "Hold my hand baby," I whispered, and he did, his fingers twining through mine. Jasmine looked up my body, and smiled at him, then lowered her head again. By now, she was kneeling between my spread thighs, still fully clothed. I wanted to see her naked again, but she seemed to want to explore me first. I didn't mind. Marcus was gripping my hand as he watched Jasmine place her hands on my thighs and push them open. Then she positioned herself exactly like Marcus had been; flat on her belly, feet hanging off the bed. "Mandy, you have a beautiful pussy. Very pretty, so wet, inviting. I've never seen one like it." She said, her gaze locked between my thighs. I whimpered, turned on by her words. Her breath was brushing over my wet labia, and I bucked my hips up a little, needing some sort of contact. Her fingers reached up to pinch my nipples again before sliding down over my body and to the apex of my legs. There, she used her thumbs to slide over my slippery lips, and I whispered her name. She moved her thumbs back up to the top, and then slid them down again, caressing me lightly. Just when I was about to plead with her for more contact, she opened me, her eyes feasting on my wetness. Pursing her lips, she blew over my sex gently, and I cried out as the cool air assaulted my over sensitive nerve endings. "You like that, huh?" she asked, doing it again. "Yes, Jasmine, yes, I do...it feels amazing!" I whimpered, pushing my pussy up at her face. "Mmm, you look amazing, pressing up at me like that. Almost makes me think you want me to taste you. Do you Mandy? Want my mouth on you?" "Yes, oh God yes, Jasmine, taste me, please, take me!" I cried out, not caring anymore. I just wanted her lovely mouth in between my legs, her tongue inside me. Marcus' gripped my hand tighter, and I could hear his breathing growing more and more ragged. Jasmine slipped her hands under my ass, holding me like he had, and lifted me off the bed. I looked down, and saw that she was watching my face. Our eyes locked, and then, slowly, she stuck out her tongue and slid it from the bottom of my cunt, along the slit, to the top. I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers as she did it again, and again, and again. Watching her pink tongue licking me had me quivering, and I was whimpering her name as she lapped at me. Marcus moaned, "Oh God, that looks good...dammit, girls, you look so fucking incredible." Jasmine grinned at him; her lips wet from my pussy, and then pressed her mouth deeper into me. Her lips closed over my clit and I screamed, my eyes rolling back into my head as she began sucking on me. Marcus stood up, quickly stripping off his clothes before climbing back on the bed beside me. Jasmine was still licking me, her tongue buried deep inside me, and I was circling my hips against her face as she devoured my soaked pussy. Turning my head, I saw that Marcus was kneeling beside me, his face close to where Jasmine's tongue was connected with my body. His dick was in his hand, and he was stroking it fast, a drop of pre cum sitting on the head. I moaned at the sight, and my hands went to her head, pulling her face deeper into me. Instead of pulling away, she proceeded to speed up. I felt two fingers slip into my opening, and I started whimpering. She eased them in and out of me, picking up speed, as I grew wetter. "Ooh God Jasmine, that feels so good, so good, damn baby, you're making me so hot...so ooooh God, oooh damn!" I called out, my heels digging into the mattress as I mashed my cunt against her face. Lifting her mouth, she looked at me and said, "Come for me Mandy, come in my mouth, let me taste you coming on my tongue..." Lowering her face again, she sucked my clit between her lips, her tongue flicking over it. That was all it took. I began to come again, my back arched high off the bed, feet pressing hard against it. My fingers clutched at her hair, and my hips circled as my pussy clamped down on her fingers. "Oh Jasmine, I'm coming, coming for you, cooommming!" I screamed, my body quivering, as she didn't slow down at all. Marcus was groaning, his hand moving faster on his cock now, more and more pre cum lubricating his shaft. "God, Mandy, you sound good as hell. She's making you come huh?" he asked, his eyes on my face as I continued to spasm. I nodded, my orgasm intensifying as she slid a third finger into me. I began mumbling incoherently as the strength of my climax overtook me. When I began to relax, my body loosened and I was spread eagle on the bed, limbs limp, heart pounding. Jasmine looked up my body at me, her face wet with my come. "Damn girl, you taste wonderful. So sweet! Mmm, I could eat your pussy for days." She moved up to lie beside me, her fingers resting on my sex, the middle one stroking my still sensitive clit. Looking at Marcus, she said, "Oh, poor guy. So hard, but no release. Look at your boyfriend Mandy, look how turned on he is from watching you come on my face." I sat up and looked over at him. His face was damp with perspiration, his cock harder than I'd seen it before. He smiled at me and slid over to sit on my other side. "You were beautiful baby...so goddamned beautiful." He kissed me, his hand going down to where Jasmine's was, both of their fingers playing in my wetness. "Kiss me, Marcus, taste how good she tastes on my lips." She whispered, leaning over me toward him. He looked at me and I nodded, so he pressed his lips on hers. I watched as they kissed, their tongues playing in mid air like hers and mine had. "Mmm, that looks good." I said, leaning forward and joining their kiss. We all three kissed for several minutes, sharing each other's tongues and lips. I tasted good on her mouth too, and I couldn't wait to taste her.