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Stripper
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
He arrived at the restaraunt and was just about to ask the hostess
about getting a table for two, when the women from the strip-joint that had
caught his interest,(you know the one wearing the white blouse with the lace
vest and the black skirt), came walking towards him. Again he was startled by
her jade-green colored eyes.
"So, you did come after all," she said directly to him, "I thought
after we got off the phone, that you might not come still."
He couldn't believe that she was the one that had slipped him the
twenty dollar bill, to him, she seemed to beautiful to never have dates, and
his body was telling him in some not so subtle ways that he certainly wouldn't
kick her out of bed, for eating crackers.
They found a table near the back of the restaraunt, sat down, and
exchanged names. He was struck by the beauty of her name, "Cheyanne". As
they talked he marvelled at the way that her eyes seemed to glow from within
everytime she smiled. He really enjoyed they way she would touch his hand when
she would talk to him. Each gesture sent shivers down his spine.
The waitress came and took their orders and then excused herself.
Before he knew it, the waitress had returned with their meals. "Where had the
time gone?" he mused as he cut into the chicken parmesan that he had ordered.
As they ate, he continued to feel her touch, even though both hands were busy
with her food. That is when he noticed that her nylon covered foot was gently
caressing his skin under the hem of his pants. Not letting his suprise show,
he just smiled across the table at her. Know that he had just realized what
she was doing, she smiled back, her smile growing slightly larger as she ran
her foot up the inside of his thigh. When she placed her toes against the
begining of his erection, she tried not to laugh when he coughed a little,
showing her that he knew what she was doing.
He couldn't believe what was happening. This woman's toes, were first
on his inner thigh, and now where gently carressing his ever-growing
penis. She knew what she was doing and she knew how to do it well. As they
continued with dinner, she carressed his thigh and his erection.
After dinner, they walked down the main street, until they came to an
apartment building. "Would you like to come up for dessert?" she asked,
smiling and using her voice to tell him, it wasn't pie she was asking him up
for. He agreed and they walked up the two flights of stairs to her apartment.
He was rather impressed with her decorating. Her living room was done in blue
and rose, and her kitchen that was just off to the right, was done in blue and
white. She asked him to sit down on the couch, and that she would return in
just a moment. The exictment began to grow as he watchered her walk down the
hallway and go into a door near the end of the hall. She was back a moment
later, dressed in a pair or flanel boxer shorts and a blue and white basball
jersey. "I hope that you don't mind that I changed," she said, " but I have
been in that outfit for 12 hours, and I wanted to be more comfortable as we go
to know each other." He couldn't think of anything to say, all he knew, was as
she spoke his whole attention had been pulled to her lips, and the only thing
he wanted to do, was kiss them. So, without answering her, he bent forward and
grazed his lips across hers. Nothing could have prepared him for the heat he
felt flow through his body as such a simple touch. Already the cooling affects
that the night air had had on his erection, was obliverated at that touch. She
sighed as he pulled away, and when she opened her eyes to look at him, he could
see reflected in her eyes the flame that burned within himself. Gently he
raised his hand to her face and using his knuckles, he stroker her cheek as he
lowered his lips to hers again. What was suppose to be just a simple kiss to
test the waters again, became an impassioned brace that neither of them drew
away from until they stopped to cathch their breaths. Already his breath was
coming low and deep and he could feel his body responding so easily to her that
he wondered if he would have enough control to make to where this was leading.
Cheyanne was equally affected and wnated nothing more than to feel his skin
against hers. Agressfully, she began to udno the buttons on his shirt and
began to make a trail from his mouth, down his neck, to the skin she was
revealing with each button. She heard a gasp leave his mouth as she burried
her face in his shirt and began to nuzzel his right nipple. As she pulled his
shirt tails from his pants, she blazed a trail across his chest to his other
nipple.
His thoughts were coming in a miriad of shapes and ideas, none of them
making sense, because of the sensations she was creating with her mouth. He
had decided to let her take control of the situation and was enjoying every
minute of it.
She began to whisper to him of how she had thought of doing this to him
as she had watched him strip, earlier that evening. When she undid his pants
and found the indention, between his waist and his hips, she told him how she
had wondered if it was there, and how he would react when she nipped at like
she was doing right then. The sensations that her nipping caused, made him
grab her face and bring back up to her lips, saying "That was very, very
cruel," before tasting her lips with his. The world seemed to tip for the both
of them, when he slid his tongue between her lips and gentle caressed it with
his own.
As their tongues duelled playfull, his hands began to undo the buttons
on her shirt. She shivered as his tongue thrust against hers and his rough
palms glided against her nipples through the satan of her bra. She cried out
in pleasure as one finger delved under the cup of her bra to touch the sweetly
aching nipple. He removed her shirt and slowly undid the clasp on the back of
her rose colored bra. His mouth then began the same trail that hers had
started earlier, down her neck to suckle her nipples. Her back arching as he
took the first pebble-hard nipple into his mouth. Her mind was soaring, but
she could still feel when his hand pulled down the elastic waist of her shorts
and his hands caressed her tight botom. "You have a very nice ass," he told
her taking his mouth away only log enough to switch nipples.
Before long, both of them were naked. He stood up and carried her down
the hall to what he expected was her bedroom. He switched on the light to
reveil a bedroom done in forest green and cream. On the wall above the bed,
was a picture of a moose in the wilderness. The overt manliness of the room,
made him stop in his tracts. "Was she married?" he wondered, but before he
could mouth the words, she was answering his silent question. "If you are
wondering if I'm married, I'm not, it is just that the picture struck me with
its majesty." He layed her down on the King size bed and began at her lips and
blazed a trail to her toes, not leaving an inch untouched by either his hands
or his mouth. By this time she was moaning loudly and he knew she was near the
edge. He wanted to make her come many a time, before he found his own release.
He gently pushed two fingers inside her now slick walls, and that is all it
took to send her off into sighs of pleasure and release.
When she opened her eyes, she found his head between her legs, the
sight itself causing as much pleasure as his lips and tongue were. He looked
up at her when she raised her head to look down at him. She could see a smile
cross his face as he brought her quickly to the edge again with his masterful
tongue. After this second time, she decided that it was her turn. Standing on
wobbly knees, she walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He could hear her
opening up drawers and shutting the fridge door. When she returned to the
room, not even self-concious about her nakedness, she was carrying a bowl of
ice cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a bottle of cherries. "I get hungry
too, but do you think that ice cream is a good choice?" he asked her.
"Of course it is," she said smiling, "Especially when you are going to
make a banna split, " she offered. He was about to ask about the banana's,
when he noticed her eyes glancing at his erection. It hit him then, that his
penis was going to be the banana.
She straddled his upper thighs and placed the bottles of chocolate and
cherries on the bed. She then took his enlarged manhood and placed it between
her lips. After sucking on the head of his penis for a few minutes, she drew
back and told him that it tasted good, but she was going to make it tastes even
better. With that, she placed spoonfulls of the ice cream at the base of his
penis . The coldness sent shivers through his body. It was cold, yet it
helped reduce the extreme heat that had been building there. Next she poured
the chocolate around the diameter of his erection. Again licking and sucking
off the excess on the head, she kept him hard. Then as she pulled her lips
away, she placed the cherry on the tip of his arroused member. "Dessert time,"
she said smiling as she began to eat off all of the ice cream and chocolate
that she had just finished putting on him. Words can't describe the feeling
that he felt and she ministered to him, but it wasn't long before his juices
joined the ice cream going down her throat.
to be continued...........
Am I not cruel !!!!!!!!
P. S. the idea of the banana split, originally belongs to Sydney Sheldon, the
author.
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