Pritty Kitty
by Raindear816©
(Sweet Lil Wicked One)
Since it had been too long since I'd truly seduced you, I thought it best to call, and ask you to meet me at a very different place than any other we'd been before.
"Please darlin', I want to make things up to you. I know I've neglected you, sugar. I want to make this a night you won't forget. Please meet me at the old strip club, 'Pritty Kitty'. It isn't open anymore, but I feel you deserve some special attention. I just happen to have a friend who owns the building."
You smile as you hear the words, Pritty Kitty.
"Okay baby, what time?"
"At 8 tonight. I want to have a lot of time to lavish you with pleasure."
It is your fascination with me that causes me to feel desirable. I want to dance for you, tease you, make you want me more than a breath of life. I can hardly wait for you to show up.
I've made arrangements with the owner to make full use of the lights and music, and my favorite, the stripper's pole.
You arrive to a dimly lit room, reminiscent of a bar, but romantically lit with candles. Soft music plays in the background as passionfruit caresses your senses. I have thoughtfully placed a bottle of your favorite wine, a glass, and a rose with a note asking you to take a seat and enjoy the show.
You feel your heart racing. You nearly laugh because this just couldn't possibly be happening to you. This is something you only see on TV, and yet, it's real.
I peek from behind the curtain as I see you taking your seat. It is all I can do to restrain myself from rushing into your arms and kissing you with animalistic lust, but tonight is your night and I hope you will enjoy this fantasy I act out for you.
God, you look so handsome. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you smile. I see you take a drink and I am reminded of the last time you were using those succulent lips in a sweet assault on my pussy. I feel the temperature in my being rise, my slit becomes wet with memory and anticipation.
The lights cast shadows that would wickedly tease your sense of sight as I dance for you. This was intentional. I want you to crave me, to want me -- beyond this natural realm of life.
I stepped onto the hardwood stage, smiling at you, my one and only target for pleasure, and smile. I am wearing a cropped T-shirt, bra, panties, and thigh highs with heels. As I'd wanted, light cast a silhouette of my curves upon the velvety background. My heart thundered.
How can I be so nervous? I know you, I want you, I adore you.
The music began and my body swayed. I closed my eyes, splayed my fingers low on my belly and got into the music. Feeling it first with my head and my shoulders, I nodded and swayed to the bass in the beat. My eyes remained closed as my torso began to move and the tingling waves of excitement tickled the base of my spine.
I melted into what felt like pure liquid motion as I slid my hands from my thighs to my knees, slipping forward before raising my arms over head with sinuous grace, stretching high, as if grasping for something that remained out of reach.
I wanted you. I stared out at you, kicked off my heels, smiled and grabbed the pole.
Knowing you were watching me brought another tingle, this one centered low in my body, deep between my legs. Slowly I got to my feet, shoulders rolling side to side as I pushed up from the floor, my hands sliding high on the pole again. Turning, I faced the room, and you, arched my back and tilted my pelvis while lifting one knee waist high.
Oh fuck yeah, baby.
I love the feel of my body when I dance. I love the raw, hot, sensual sex I feel when my muscles stretch, pulling tendons, strengthening my abs and my arms; arms that will wrap around you soon. I feel an arousing awareness of all the things that make me a woman. Those are the very things I want you to know.
Swaying to the music's rhythm, I spun to face the pole and hooked my knee behind it. Securing my hold with one hand, I leaned back while the fingers of my free hand brushed the floor and I slowly rolled back up. My lower body undulated as I twined both legs around the pole, imagining your body and how I want to wrap my legs around you in lustful haste. But instead I moved my hands to the hem of my cropped T-shirt and pulled it over my head.
The lacey push-ups of my bra gave my bountiful breasts a beckoning call for your hands; but not yet, sugar. I looked out beyond the lights to find you watching me, and from the dimly lit background, a rise in your trousers was evident, so I knew I was stimulating you.
I smoothed my hands to my stomach, up to my breasts, cupping their weight and tossed my head back with pleasure invoked by imagining your hands covering mine. Your hands moving to my shoulders and pulling down the straps of my lacey constraint.
Mmm, what a moistening thought.
I left them dangling there and turned to face away, toward the wall, taking the shadowed ridge of material against my body and continued to sway. I almost heard your groan as you didn't yet see my creamy mounds. I wished I could see your face as you watched me undress just for you.
My nerve endings prickled and teased, I wanted to see your eyes, the heat in them and to feel your hardness. I wanted to stand behind you, run my hands from your shoulders to your wrists, wrap my arms around your waist and slide my palms down to the bulge in your fly.
Instead, I slipped my fingers between my own legs, pressing and pulling slowly up between the lacey elastic of my stockings until I reached passed the elastic bands.
I began to sweat.
I felt the first buzz along my my swampy crevasse, the second along my breasts. I turned around and watched you, wanting to feel your mouth nuzzling me there, breathing in the scent of my skin perfumed with nothing but arousal.
My breathing quickened as I saw you jacking your cock, now exposed as your powerful hand slid up and down over the bulbous head and stiffened shaft as you were the voyeur and I was your muse.
I twisted about, and hung from the pole, upside-down in a split, hurring to invite you onstage.
"C'mere baby," I said and motioned with a curl of my finger to entice you. Afraid I'd fall, I quickly twirled and let my legs fall to the floor.
You came to me, naked from the waist down and I stripped your shirt off, popping off buttons in the process. I cupped your head close to guide your mouth to my taut nipples, still covered by the lace, which you ripped off as well. I threaded my fingers into your hair, which has the texture of exquisite silk.
My hand found the soft velvety skin between your legs that covered your balls, and I felt them draw tight with my caress. I also felt the pulse of the steel, suede-like skin of your fuck-pole. I moaned deeply in the back of my throat, where I wanted to be holding you, sucking you, swallowing you.
As you leaned against the pole and the music played, I knelt before you and began to take you as far into my mouth as you wanted to go. My groan came in a desperate whimper as I sucked back and forth, allowing you to fuck my mouth.
"Holy FUCK, Ashleigh!"
My hands caressed your balls and jacked your shaft as I licked you up and down and sucked with tornadic twists of my mouth and tongue. Oh how I love swirling my tongue around and up and down your amazing cock. I looked up at you to find your face contorted in ecstasy as you watched me take every inch of you in and out of my bottomless pit.
I whispered onto the engorged head of your cock, it was strainging against it's own purplish plum-like skin.
"I am so hot for you baby."
I raised up and shimmied off my stockings and kicked them into the corner of the stage. I was unbelievably wet. The scent of my arousal was sweet and musky. I stood before you in nothing but my panties. The music once again swept me along, the notes reminiscent of the feel of hot sex, erotically potent, electrically charged.
The soft ivory satin and lace of my panties slipped to the floor, I felt your strong hands turning me to face the pole, which I took hold of willingly and swung around, winked at you then heard your most provocative words...
"Hold on baby-girl."
You brought your hands to my breasts, tugging at my nipples, making me squeak with pleasure. I bit my lower lip as you took hold of the pole above my own hands and swung in front of me. Your mouth made it's steamy connection with my mounds with stiff peaks and I almost lost my grip. Your tongue did things that I don't remember ever experiencing before, so captivating, so tantalizing --scrumptious.
I nearly came from only the stimulation of my nipples. Your touch was almost unbearable. My arousal was in need of relief, as was yours from the obvious sight of precum dripping from the shiny purple head of your volcanic cock.
"Please! Please fuck me now!" I pleaded.
Your hands bent me at the waist as my hips backed against your throbbing erection, working with the music's rhythm. I felt you teasing my crease with your cockhead and whimpered for more.
"No, baby-girl, hold on."
I felt a whoosh of air as you immediately dropped into a squat beneath my ass, parted my cheeks and licked me from my slit to my naughty rosebud.
"Ah, FUCK! " I said in a gasp.
My flesh was swollen and evidently delightful to your taste buds as you lingered there, bathing my clit, my tunnel, and my ass. Back. Forward. I began to grind and once again, nearly lost my grip and balance.
I felt your chest graze against my back as you raised up and bent forward to whisper into my ear, "Now, make sure you hold on sweetness, because I'm gonna fuck you so hard and deep."
My body responded immediately and nectar poured from me with your words. With only your words, I came. Then you speared my molten, slippery slit and I screamed with pleasure. I gripped the stripper's pole with all my might as you slammed into me. I felt your balls slapping my thighs as you drove into me. Piercing me with your cock, so hard, so deep and so fast, I began to tighten once again inside. An orgasm was in wake and I could barely hold on.
"You are so fuckin' sexy," you said as you thrust, then leaned forward and bit my nape.
Fucking me in time with the sultry rhythm of the music, you beat every inch of your turgid flesh into me.
"Do you want my cum, Ashleigh? Tell me where you want it."
Your finger teased my ass.
I responded with a backward grind.
"Fuck yeah, baby. Fill my tight cunt with your hot wad. NOW!"
Your finger slipped past the ring of my ass as you pressed your cock harder and deeper into my pussy.
"You sure?"
I screamed.
"Fill my pussy baby, FINGER MY ASS...OH GOD YESSSSSS!"
With that plead, and my pussy clenching around you with my climax approaching, I felt you stiffen beyond belief and shoot your molten essence into my pulsing pussy. Nectar and cum poured out of me, like a tidal wave as the ripple effect of my quaking propelled a running stream down my thighs as I held tight to that pole.
The music slowed and I felt you slip out of me, then walked around the other side of the pole to face me. I was breathless, but energized at the same time.
"Mmm, baby-girl, you're my naughty angel!"
You kissed my lips tenderly, then conflagrations of fiery passion tingled my lips, stinging my core, burning me once again with desire for more of you.
We gathered up my clothing.
"What now?" you asked.
"Take me home, I'm not finished with you tonight." I said and nipped at your lower lip, then gave you a devilish grin.
"Oh darlin', you are such a bad, good girl."
We left the Pritty Kitty, on a quest for more adventures to CUM.
