Strangers in lust

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Strangers in lust

My legs started to fail; my lungs started to loose air
Her eyes had a strange glare; I was lost in her stare.
Her breasts touch my chest;
“Would you like to dance?” was her request
She was the main attraction for most of the guests
Silent protests, silent protests; but tonight was a one man contest
The beat was soft and light but my chest was rumbling like a drill site
We swayed from left to right, I couldn’t believe my plight.
We moved from the floor back to my table
No words spoken, she could tell that I was willing and able.
Never in my life was I caught in this situation,
Two strangers caught up in a cycle of infatuation.

Where to? Ah, the closest hotel was her reply
The taxi driver seemed surprised by the look in his eye.
That was usually the job for the guy.
Wow! My pants front was just about to blow up
When the car began to slow up and the hotel’s sign started to show up.
I don’t know what it was about her, but the driver was also caught up with this girl
Every once in a while he would glance up in his mirror.
We got out together and for the first time I saw her from behind
The short black dress made her womanly curves so well defined
By now there’s just about one thing on my mind.
We entered, but there was something strange about this place
Everyone inside except for the doorman was dressed in thin transparent lace.

Confused!
My mind is now bemused.
My attention was transferred to about fifteen scantily dressed girls.
Their skins were hardly covered by lace and what looked like black pearls.
She held me from behind and whispered “ce soir est votre nuit” (tonight is your night)
Confused!
I didn’t understand a word, but for some reason I did agree.

The room was large and the roof seemed to be hand designed
This hotel was a mystery to me; I didn’t think it was the public kind.
Two stairs led to the upper floor with the rails draped with red cloth
I had passed this place many times but would have never thought.
The higher the stairs went the darker it became
But there was a soft light in the shadows, like the flicker of a flame.
The lights became softer; you could also here the sound of running water.
I began to feel out of sorts, I think I need to see a doctor.

Here we are in this room, this room full of lust
Again she holds me from behind, but this time she gave me a soft thrust.
She held my hand and led me to the left stair
About halfway up she then let down hair, glanced back and I saw the same glare.
She started to laugh; a soft teasing laugh that made my zipper crack in half.
“Where are you taking me?” was my question
“You are about to enter a realm of passion and possession!”
Her voice sounded like it echoed a number of times.
On the second floor was a grandfather clock that startled me with its chimes.
The hallway was dark but it led to a room with large candles.
The door was large and wooden with what looked like solid gold handles.
Wow!
Wow!

The fifteen girls were already in the room, may I mention they were all undressed.
A bathtub was in the center of the room, “let’s have a bath” she would then suggest.
She slid off her dress; she was now in total nakedness.
Two girls came over and helped me with my coat
I tried hard to swallow the saliva in my throat, because next were my pants, but “shit” they were all soaked.
The bathtub was filled with red wine and black flower petals which had a sweet aroma
My mind was lost in a deep dreamy pleasurable a coma.

She drew closer to me and rubbed her bare breasts over my now throbbing manhood
I wouldn’t give up this moment for the world even if I could.
She licked my chest straight up to the side of my neck
By now my nervous system was a total wreck
She then worked her tongue all around my face then into my ear
My lungs have now lost so much air, it’s like I’ve been stabbed with some sort of spear.
She held my manhood and stroked it with her soft hand
With every motion it seemed as if my shaft would expand.
With her next hand she threw back her head and ran her fingers through her hair,
And said “I can be your every desire, your every wish, and your every care”.

We got out the tub and moved to master bed
My shaft was now fully swollen and the head was a deep red.
She lay on top of me, both our skins still wet
It’s as if she read my mind, “have patience baby, please don’t cum, not just yet!”
She continued tasting my body with her thirsty lips
My eyes rolled back into my head, this feeling was like a full sexual eclipse.
For the first time, I touched her skin, down to her private and stuck my finger within.
She was hot and dripping wet, a sudden desire came over me; I needed to take her on my chin.

This girl was amazing! She switched her position so that we could both please each other
According to her moans I think she already had two orgasms, one after another.
She sucked, I licked, I sucked, and she licked,
She was my drug, and I was her addict.
Again she switched skillfully directing my shaft into her private
She stared to work her hips; I could feel her begin to accelerate.
Moans and groans, moans and groans;
This room was now turning into a love storm with its own sexual cyclone.
Precum was now oozing out my love bone.
My swollen shaft had her love-nest stretched wide
“Oh yes baby! Please don’t take it out; I want you to come inside.”
I could feel my head and her cervix continuously collide.
Oooooh shittt!!!!
With that amount of cum you could have sworn it was a high tide.

We could not continue, emotions had us both undone.
I woke up the next morning and my head felt like it had weighted a tonne
To my surprise I saw a familiar face; the taxi driver looked up in his mirror and said,
“Morning, looks like you had one hell of a night son!”

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