Cherry Red Lip Gloss

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CHERRY RED LIP GLOSS

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The music sent tingles everywhere. She rubbed her topless body upwards, from her pierced belly button to her firm voluptuous boobs. Wow, her nipples were pierced, reminding me that I considered it not too long ago. She grabbed the pole with both hands above her head and swept around it slowly, then began to grind on it, making my nipples a bit hard, as I'm sure it made every man in the room even harder. She stuck out her bum, showing that her cheeks were tightly separated by the piece of dental floss undies she had on. She spun around the pole and lifted off the ground like a fairy, and my eyes widened. She tilted her head back and her long blonde hair dangled down. She was gorgeous. I turned to Bo and saw that he was very much enjoying the show as well. Surprisingly, it put a smile on my face and heat in my loins.

He looked at me and blushed. "I see you're getting a little turned on," he said, with a bit of a giggle. "Please don't go all lesbian on me. Well, unless I get to watch." He smirked and booped me on the nose.

"After tonight, maybe I will," I said, and winked at him. "Hmm, maybe I will have to add a threesome to my bucket list."

He reached his hands towards me, and I playfully squeezed them. He pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine.

The gorgeous blonde wrapped up her set, then gathered up the bills that were thrown around her and scurried off the stage.

"Hey, it's your birthday Bo, and I'm feeling a bit naughty. How about I buy you a lap dance?"

"Woah, woman. How much have you had to drink?"

"I'm not drunk," I said. "Maybe a little bit tipsy."

He laughed out loud and stared at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm completely serious," I said. "So, do we just walk up to a half naked chick and ask her to take us to a back room?"

He shook his head and sighed, flashing his pearly whites.

We held hands as we walked around the club. "So, babe, which one do you want rubbing their lady bits all over you?" I asked, a bit louder than I meant to.

"You know, you're crazy, right," he said, laughing. He stopped walking and put his hands on my shoulders. "Hey, I have an idea, why don't you pick, and since it's my birthday, how about you get the lap dance, and I watch like a creeper."

I stepped back and grabbed a fistful of the white long sleeved college football T-shirt he had on. "What, no I--"

"Hear me out, Clair," he said, claiming his top back. "They do more if you're a chick, especially if they're putting on a show for their man. "His eyebrows raised. "Come on, I know you want to."

I took a moment to think about it, mainly for a dramatic effect. "Oh, ok," I said, "I guess because it's your birthday and all. Besides, it will get you all hot and bothered for the private encore when we get home."

"Now, look around the room and tell me who lights your fire," he said.

I scanned the area full of beautiful half naked women, but I subconsciously knew already who I was looking for, and there she was, leaning against the bar. "Oh Bo, how about her?" I smiled wide and pointed at the blonde with the shiny cherry red lip gloss, that we last saw on stage. She was now wearing a black sparkly bra, a matching thong and black fish net thigh highs. The short heeled, black, opened toe and back slippers she had on were so cute. They even had black feathers on top.

His eyes perked up, "Raaawwrrrr," he whispered. "Do you think she'll use a whip on you?"

I smacked his chest in a flirty kinda way. "Shut up," I said, and giggled.

He laughed and stared at me, smiling. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big bear hug and long kiss on the forehead.

We walked up to her; she was even more gorgeous than I thought. "Excuse me," I nervously said. "I really don't know how this works but, um, do you do, or I mean do you give private lap dances?"

She smiled. "Well, Honey, yes I do," she said, with a sweet but raspy voice.

"You see, it's not for me, well it kinda is, I guess. I mean, it is me that you'll be dancing on but, it's not for me," I said, desperately wanting to stop talking.

Bo grinned and came to my rescue. "It's for me," he said, "it's my birthday and I don't want another lady dancing for me other then her, and besides, I think it would be much hotter if I watch you give my girl a lap dance instead."

Her mouth widened. "Ah, smart man," she said, and turned to me. "Honey, he sounds like a keeper." She turned around and said, "You can call me Kitty, and you two, follow me."

I've never been so nervous and aroused in my whole life.

She led us down a hallway that had several closed windowless doorways and waved us into an opened one. My heart sunk down in my chest, and it began beating even faster than it had been all night. The room wasn't very big and had two red oversized single couches in the centre, a beige and black long cushioned bench couch against the wall and couple of different sized coffee tables.

Bo pulled out cash to pay her upfront.

"Oh no babe," I said, "it's on me."

"Trust me," he said, "watching you get this lap dance is enough of a present for me."

All sorts of sexy taboo images flooded my brain.

"Okay missy, have a seat," she said, tapping on one of the red couches. She pointed her long French manicured nail at the cushioned bench against the wall and turned to Bo. "Cutie, get comfy over there," she said. "You'll have a perfect view, and you're gonna want to hang onto your cock and feel free to give it a good rub. I'm gonna give your girl here your favourite wet dream."

I looked at the pervy 2.0 expression on Bo's face and could only think of the famous line, 'Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore', and I definitely had a feeling in these up coming moments, he was no longer going to be my loving gentle boyfriend of two years, but rather a man in his raw, animalistic and savage habitat. We've had rough sex before, where he's ripped off my clothes and taken what he's wanted, but I've never seen this look before. I was terrified yet excited to be ravished with his eyes.

Kitty put her phone down on a table and sultry seductive music began to play. She unclipped her bra and slowly peeled it off her golden skin and lowered it beside her phone. She began to sensually run her fingers down her arms to the rhythm of the music, and slowly walked toward me, emphasizing her strides, each long leg crossing over the other. She stopped and leaned to one side, flipping her long blonde hair over and stroked her leg upwards, as if she was carefully pulling up the fish net thigh high she had on. As she stood up, she gave her bum a rub and a gentle slap and continued her way to me.

She reached me and I swallowed hard. Her black eye lash extensions batted as she stared down at me. Her boobs were bursting with silicone, but whoever did them, did a good job. Her nipples stuck out firmly, her silver nipple rings dangling down. Hmm, I wonder how much it hurt to get them.

Whoa, ok, she put her hands on my thighs and began rubbing them, moving them up and down my body, and then to my inner thighs. Mentally, I thought to close my legs tightly together, but my body betrayed me and began loosening them instead. My mouth slightly opened uncontrollably as her fingertips got closer to private territory.

I could see Bo out of the corner of my eye grinning and slightly shaking his head, not knowing if I'd be mad at him for suggesting this or thanking him for including me in his exhilarating birthday bash.

I was mesmerized because I had no idea how she ended up between my legs. She turned around and placed her hands on my knees, and her bum dropped down to my lap. She rolled out her hips up and down, popping them to get her bum closer and closer to my coochie, which was getting a bit tingly. Luckily, she stopped before I moaned by accident, and lifted off my knees and stood up, turning back around. Oh no, this was not good, she was now fully straddling me. Again, she rolled out her hips up and down, grinding on my body like it was a pole. She ran her fingers through my hair, positioning her boobs in my face and then gave them a little jiggle. She kept her hands cupped behind my head as she rubbed her body up and down mine and lightly bounced on my lap, making fuck me faces, with her mouth slightly opened and intense eyes. I was beyond hot and bothered, and I was trying really really hard not to cum and ultimately embarrass myself.

She stopped bouncing and smiled. I was relieved when I thought the ride had finally ended, but she leaned in and gave me a long and wet kiss. I think I was even kissing her back. Her cherry lip gloss was leaving a pleasant taste in my mouth.

"How was that, Honey?" Kitty said. "You think your man got a raging hard on?"

It took me a few seconds to remember Bo was actually in the room. Oh boy, I turned to him and saw his horny as hell face, one I've seen a trillion times before.

She turned towards Bo. "So handsome, how was the show? I think me and your girl gave you enough visual to whack off to, well, for a while anyway."

"You sure did," Bo said. "Thank you, Kitty. I think that was something that will last us a lifetime."

"Yes, thank you," I said. "This was quite the experience."

She smiled and turned to Bo. "Happy birthday, Hun," she said, then turned to me and winked. "Bang his brains out tonight."

"Oh, I plan to," I said, looking at Bo, and playfully slapped his ass."

We walked out of the club, and I could see that the part of the parking lot where we found a spot was dark. Hand in hand, we laughed and joked around the entire way to the car, about the dance, the kiss, the hot kiss. "So, did you whip out your cock and give it a rub?" I said, kinda laughing but seriously asking.

"No, woman," he said, "I have more self control than that."

"Since when?"

He laughed. "Ok, I was hard, like really hard, but I restrained from jacking off. I was way too busy thinking you were gonna kill me, but it looked like you were enjoying yourself quite a bit."

"Whatever," I said, lightly punching his shoulder.

He shook his head and smiled.

There weren't many cars left at our end of the lot, so wheels began turning in my head, or better yet in my undies. Bo walked to my side of the car to open the door for me, and I had no idea, well some idea, what got into me. I pushed him against the door and put my arms around his neck.

He was confused for a moment but then caught onto the vibe I was sending out and instinctively matched my aggression. We both opened our mouths at the same time and began violently kissing with a lot of tongue, saliva and heavy breathing. He picked me up and swooped me around, placing my back up against the car door. We continued kissing and clawed at each other's clothes, not caring if there was anyone around.

He began sucking my neck, and he reached up my top. "You ready?" He whispered in my ear.

I could feel that he was hard, so I reached down and unbuttoned his cargos. He didn't object so I zipped down his zipper and lightly grabbed his cock and began giving him a hand job. "Fuck me now," I whispered in his ear, trying to catch my breath.

He whipped me around, pressing my stomach against the car and yanked my pants and undies down.

I spread my legs a bit, stuck out my bum and rested my hands on the roof of the car. I was wet and ready.

Bo stuck the head of his cock up me and I gasped. He began moving up and down, and in and out of me.

I moaned louder and louder, scraping my nails on the roof, trying to grip something. "Harder," I said.

He started to thrust harder and deeper. He held onto my hips tightly, moving me up and down, opposite of the direction that he moved, slamming his hard cock even deeper inside me.

We both were panting, making random noises and breathing quite loudly at this point.

"You," he mumbled.

"Shh shh, yeah." I could feel the warmth building up and the pressure deep within. My thighs began to quiver, and I felt the contracting and pulsating getting stronger, "Ah, ah, a."

He continued pounding in me for a couple of more seconds, then let out a "Fuck," and shot his load in me. He stayed in deep, trying to catch his breath.

He pulled out and must have tucked it back in his pants before lifting up my undies and pants. He slowly turned me around and shook his head laughing. "Clair, what the hell was that" he said, still out of breath, "not that I'm complaining."

"I don't know," I said. "It's your birthday, and I wanted to do something different, something special."

He gave me a long kiss on the lips and opened my door. "Thank you for tonight," he said, "it was beyond special."

"Well, the night's not over big boy," I said, and smacked his ass. "If you play your cards right, I'll give you a handy on the drive home." I winked at him and stuck out my tongue. I smiled and got in the car.

He laughed and leaned in. "No handies while I'm driving," he said.

"Fine," I pouted.

"Hmm, but since you're in a mood," he said, and raised an eyebrow. 'How about a blowjob right here right now?"

I smiled, nodded my head and licked my lips.

He chuckled in a pervy sort of way and shook his head.

I remained sitting in the car but turned so that I was now facing him. I swung my legs out and scooted forward, parting them wide, and I tightly grabbed Bo's waist and pulled him closer to me.

He cleared his throat and rested his hands on his hips.

I unzipped his cargos and reached in his pants to prep him, gently rubbing the front of his cock over his black boxer briefs. I pulled them down under his bum yanking his pants down too, probably enough to expose an adorable plumber's crack. Saliva filled my mouth and I ran my wet tongue slowly along his thickening manhood.

"Looks like your cock is getting nice and hard," I said, in an alluring voice. "Let me just stroke it a bit, and turn it into a raging hard on." I slobbered on my hands and caressed his dick back and forth until the veins on his shaft bulged out all angry looking. I continued massaging it while kissing the head of his cock, dramatically smacking my wet lips together with each smooch. I began licking the tip with my tongue like a lizard and I cupped his balls with one hand, and softly played, tickling and gently squeezing them. I began to hear his breathing get louder, trying to control his whimpers.

I tugged at his hips pushing his hands down to his sides and opened my mouth. I stuck out my tongue like my doctor was about to look down my throat, so my bottom teeth were nice and covered, and hid my top teeth with my saliva lubricated lips. I deliberately inserted his cock deep in my throat then gradually pulled it out applying pressure to my lips and moving my tongue up and down like a wave.

He moaned and pressed his hands into his thighs.

I glanced up at him, with his dick in my mouth and we locked eyes.

He stared at me, with his mouth hanging open and let out a gut punching giggle.

Oh man, I really loved this guy.

When I got to the head of his swelling cock, I twirled my tongue around it and sucked hard, exaggerating the popping and slurping sounds I made as I pulled it out, like I was suctioning onto a lollipop. Drool dripped from my mouth and I repeated the in and out rhythm, going in deeper each time until I felt like gagging. When I knew I reached my limit, I increased my speed and began making humming noises so he could feel the vibrations penetrating his meat, adding to his pleasure. I rubbed the base of his dick harder then softer with my fingertips.

He moaned, groaned and panted, and now he had his hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me closer than backing off, trying to savour the intensity until he could no longer stop himself. He lightly pulled away and let out this deep relaxing grunt and a sigh, then warm cum shot down my throat and filled my mouth.

I loosened my grip and let him fully release before I completely pulled him out of my mouth, and then I began to swallow. Tasting the sweet thick texture made me grin knowing that he thoroughly enjoyed himself, and in a weird way it made me feel more connected to him, like I was taking in a part of him, and it was a big bonus that there wasn't any mess to clean up.

I gave him a moment to enjoy his big O before I looked up at him and puckered my lips.

He smiled. "That was awesome," he said, still out of breath.

I smiled and puckered up again.

He shook his head and leaned in the car chuckling with his cock still out.

I pressed my lips on his and began to slightly open my mouth.

He put his hand behind my head and kissed me passionately, tongue, and all, before he picked up his pants, closed my door and made his way to the driver's seat.

He grabbed a bottle of water that was in the cup holder and began to drink. His Adams apple lowered and raised as he gulped it down.

His eyes shifted and I knew that he saw me staring at him in his peripheral vision.

"What?" he hesitantly asked.

"Nothing, you're just making me super wet again."

He moved the bottle from his wet lips and smiled that pervy smile. "I can finger you or eat you out if you want," he said, wiggling his tongue.

"Mmm, tempting but not yet. Hurry up and get driving, Mister, we have a fuck fest to get to," I said, licking my lips.

He laughed, choking on water. "Oh boy," he said, shaking his head. He put down the bottle and turned the keys in the ignition.